What I understand about the situation, Sir or Madam, is that Peter Gabriel is a tormentor, an unwanted presence who thought he had a good idea, an angle he could take to cultivate into popularity for him the unpopularity he detected about me surrounding me in Pittsburgh.
The Gay Gangsters in Seattle were I think very obviously bribed. That is the only explanation whereby they would take the side of those who started AIDS the way they have and engaged in what they see as a license for horrific, ghastly, cruel and malicious actions, bogging down the tragedy in many base details of information that can no longer be avoided pertaining to issues such as rape from the office of Amnesty International, part of a scorched earth program Gabriel ran trying to hide what he did on Mt. Desert Island.
It seems a foregone conclusion that someone is going to make a movie someday and that the bribes will win out. My only hope is that if there is an investigation someone will recall the needles tracks and tattoo on Lisa Cassidy, de-classify that material and make clear that the personnel included Will Zell Broome who I knew before AIDS started, who was an upperclassman at Temple with suspicious persons named in the Burstyn scroll and that an operator working with Brian Richmond and Lisa Cassidy named Abira Ali as a sort of foot soldier and lieutenant of Rosa Clemente was both in Pittsburgh and at Temple Tyler with Zell, herself an Ethiopian member of the Holocaust Survivor community that Burstyn came from with the letters where I was gassed.
In other words, the Green Party Ticket in being covered for by Gabriel is in fact being covered for in nature as suspects in the AIDS Onslaught because all of the evidence shows that the letters from 1974 and the comments made by Zell in art school evidence conclusively that Mt. Desert Island was a staged and planned operation and the letters were discovered not by investigators but by those who wrote them.
This was obvious to Richard Roehm. He saw that immediately it was the only explanation that made sense. Peter Gabriel is lying, hissingly, through the teeth. Nothing is beneath him.