deaftears
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Castrated for Writing Dissent
My apologies. It is true that I have had to force the written material through a wall of sound authored by jeers and Peter Gabriel's cheering section regarding what I investigated as a reporter for Pitt News on Mt. Desert Island and that having forced the story through this leads Peter Gabriel to start crowing, "He's forcing it!"
Mt. Desert Island was a long premeditated AIDS testing war game, not a response crisis team, nor a sex fantasy acted out. Gabriel convinced some sadists that threatening me with AIDS would be fun, but he did this as a cover story.
Gabriel had to sabotague the truth about Mt. Desert Island. He had to make sure that no one recognized that I was responding to a dare about liberated sexual behavior that was posed to me by John Lennon's assassins, a secret society, after they'd released AIDS, so to cover for his own role co-producing in camera films, including the rape of deaf Jeannie, he potboilered the claim that I was a jealous lover into whose psychological profile fit the description of potential date rapist. This was part of the moebius twist that took place when they effectively used the murder of Lennon to justify the release of AIDS.
It is also how this legendary assassin group who call themselves King County in Seattle had me chemically castrated for writing dissenting opinions. They have a ghoulish team who went along with this clocking me for example through the police mental health framework. My stomach absolutely boils, percolates. I no longer absorb Vitamin D, my heart races, I cannot get it up and they did this by writing into a letter the exact opposite of what the letter said while immiserating me with brutality directed at a neuroplasm they themselves inflicted when I was hostage as a child.
Almost all of the sex I endured was attack prostitution contracted by Lennon's assassins. They even wrote about the theme calling it creation of a walrus.
This has not consumed just two paragraphs of my life, over forty years. The evidence by the way is completely in my favor, as logically it would be since I am telling the truth, but Peter Gabriel has had fits trying to impound it and get it destroyed. Gabriel voided everything he could and used Lennon to railroad through a rationalization for Mt. Desert Island.
They are murderers. One of the few people who offered me sanctuary, a deaf advocate in California named Richard Roehm, just dropped dead. If it was unrelated it still could not have been better if planned to illustrate the mysteriousness of how I have been stalked. It casts a shadow.
I do thank you for helping me explain what happened. Its general importance seems pretty obvious. I was brought to Seattle as a stranger by a faction who attacked me in sleuth and I'm pretty much just a problem here but it shows that the Left is thoroughly nazified and determined to act out their support for the aggressors.
Such are the politics of Yoko Ono. The girl she had raped is a multiply handicapped Korean deaf girl. You cannot imagine the pity of it.
My apologies. It is true that I have had to force the written material through a wall of sound authored by jeers and Peter Gabriel's cheering section regarding what I investigated as a reporter for Pitt News on Mt. Desert Island and that having forced the story through this leads Peter Gabriel to start crowing, "He's forcing it!"
Mt. Desert Island was a long premeditated AIDS testing war game, not a response crisis team, nor a sex fantasy acted out. Gabriel convinced some sadists that threatening me with AIDS would be fun, but he did this as a cover story.
Gabriel had to sabotague the truth about Mt. Desert Island. He had to make sure that no one recognized that I was responding to a dare about liberated sexual behavior that was posed to me by John Lennon's assassins, a secret society, after they'd released AIDS, so to cover for his own role co-producing in camera films, including the rape of deaf Jeannie, he potboilered the claim that I was a jealous lover into whose psychological profile fit the description of potential date rapist. This was part of the moebius twist that took place when they effectively used the murder of Lennon to justify the release of AIDS.
It is also how this legendary assassin group who call themselves King County in Seattle had me chemically castrated for writing dissenting opinions. They have a ghoulish team who went along with this clocking me for example through the police mental health framework. My stomach absolutely boils, percolates. I no longer absorb Vitamin D, my heart races, I cannot get it up and they did this by writing into a letter the exact opposite of what the letter said while immiserating me with brutality directed at a neuroplasm they themselves inflicted when I was hostage as a child.
Almost all of the sex I endured was attack prostitution contracted by Lennon's assassins. They even wrote about the theme calling it creation of a walrus.
This has not consumed just two paragraphs of my life, over forty years. The evidence by the way is completely in my favor, as logically it would be since I am telling the truth, but Peter Gabriel has had fits trying to impound it and get it destroyed. Gabriel voided everything he could and used Lennon to railroad through a rationalization for Mt. Desert Island.
They are murderers. One of the few people who offered me sanctuary, a deaf advocate in California named Richard Roehm, just dropped dead. If it was unrelated it still could not have been better if planned to illustrate the mysteriousness of how I have been stalked. It casts a shadow.
I do thank you for helping me explain what happened. Its general importance seems pretty obvious. I was brought to Seattle as a stranger by a faction who attacked me in sleuth and I'm pretty much just a problem here but it shows that the Left is thoroughly nazified and determined to act out their support for the aggressors.
Such are the politics of Yoko Ono. The girl she had raped is a multiply handicapped Korean deaf girl. You cannot imagine the pity of it.