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international | war and militarism | news report Saturday May 17, 2008 13:33 by Mac Crary

Update on how the Beatles betrayed the AIDS generation

I found murder evidence about Dr. King and John Lennon as a Medical Library Clerk investigating pre-meditated attempts to start mandatory AIDS testing, but the cult responsible was alibi'd by Peter Gabriel who sold my testimony of child torture to Hollywood and contracted those responsible, punishment raping my deaf girlfriend in a landstake on the Lennon Estate intellectual property supposedly involved, sneering that Reagan didn't know. He pushed with all his might beyond the question of why if he knew in 1985, which he did when he contacted me, he did not issue prompt and proper warning. He objective was to create a Two Virgins Race Gladiator fight over Midori Goto.

The Coolest Guys in Wichita
by Mac Crary
copyright 2008

AIDS is manmade and if the people who have it don't care then their opinion counts for nothing. The reason they are in a rampage to coerce perjury is very easy to understand. They know they are lying to themselves and the fact of how they were betrayed and by who torments them worse than the disease. Ego is always a sullen bigot.

We gave all our wonderful comic books to Mrs. Coburn for her grandchildren. We were happy to do it. We never once complained, poor as we were. Loudly struts forth the sniveller, the sniveller says no. Peter Gabriel has mocked the world with stereotype mongering. His artless depravity is the Taliban.

Not that anyone is going to care at this late date since the issue is a spoils fight now concocted in fraud, but daddy's struggle against segregationists predated Dr. King and though it may seem like a breezy way to win points today in those days it was dangerous and the murderers who tortured me, championed by Fripp, were klansmen who punished me for it. Such arguments are Taliban barters before the rabid throatknife, I know, but I live in drained hope of any semblance of human decency at this destroyed late date in time. No one will help me.

In the 34th Summer of Hate my memory was driven back to an exquisite example of what The Black Man fobs off as manhood. The reason why that towering inferno Schugar Bear stopped threatening to kill me as I cowered in Don Ostro's howling in tears is that I let him sleep in our house at 5556 Bartlett before we moved in. This is not, I assure you, just a passing glimpse of what Colin Powell and Oliver Stone did for recreation in Saigon.

The office of Amnesty International also committed torture and rape, murder and bombings, on behalf of the AIDS combine in Operation: Delusion Queer also called Operation: Medicine Man (the Jackson Lab fire, USS Iowa, Valdez, 911, etc.), as their precious, Yousou N'dour sqwalled for peepee dickwet in the sacred virgin vagina. It's courtesy to the Master Race, leered Obama.

Normal conduct in Hitler America.

Raping deaf Jeanie. Justified!

One can only steel their heart to King Crimson and advance on their legacy in kanly.

Midori Goto to me is a persecutor. I do not know how she has focused the pathological envy of Black Teamsters on me for so long, nor why they deem others' privacy their domain. She represents depravity, media abuse and human evil. Surrender to her is just being dominated. It is the opposite of love. Her character is injustice, sadism, and unending, remorseless, unprovoked cruelty, lies beyond all hatred and tears. She has rendered me at once John Hammer, Xiu-Xiu, Serpico and an untreated victim of napalm in a war intended to debase a poetic heart with the taunts of tyranny in barbaric media craft. Her warmaking confederacy revel in words of torment and punish as simpering all beauty and joy. Grace is their enemy. Love is their most holocaustal perversion. Race is their amuse.

I am not my own worst enemy and never was. My worst enemy is a vicious monstrosity who lives to see me in pain. Goto is just one of his claws.

The total humiliation of The United States of America as a nation, a philosophy and a people have been the Bush-Ono objective from the day they took power by murder and rabid English are only too happy to pile on. But it couldn't have been accomplished without The Black Man. So many of them are anti-gay bigots to begin with; another is that they don't comprehend their own history, outstanding figures like Walter White. Get them crowing in envy over a little pussy and it was turkey shoot for Fripp and Reagan. I've never known a Black Man to whom money and pussy weren't more important than loyalty. The Black Man howls that the white man has made their women into crack mothers and then gallivants off to toot with Ringo Starr.

It has been insinuated by the murderer why I do not apologize to Yoko Ono, eh? Seems like little to ask. And exonerate her? Death Row Records sayeth, "Whoosh!" The answer is perfectly simple: The issue is Midori only for culprits. Gabriel provided an alibi for Mt. Desert Island. The AIDS combine rode to power on his deceit. No apology is due or even possible. I realize that loveslaves with HIV, in their warped concept of escalation dominance in victim status find reality beyond them, but I cannot be answerable to your stupidity.

Torture is mazic and I am already long past broken. Sing hymns. Espousing apology or offering forgiveness I will never feel compresses me into a defeated holocaust subject of the cowardly cun whose depradations have taken my mind away and vomited my soul. Adrian Belew is a malignant cartoon. The word they use is affection, the lip-smackings of a cannibal groaning in spiritual ecstacy as they rape their hostage and peel its skin. The murderer of course has little use for how I really feel. He is an unprincipled, hate-maddened troll enraged over insubordination.

The depravity of envy in the bosom of an English beggars the momentary tantrum of little Jimmy over sacred Leslie.

The sniveller straight forth. The murderer says no.

Mac Crary
he man who busted Oliver Stone for Operation: Delusion Queer
Chinatown deaf poet