Even though my father was a Peace Corps leader and distinguished Naval veteran who led a major campaign to desegregate schools and introduce fairness to higher education, Youssou N'dour led his troops to come gunning in favor of Will Zell, a self-disclosed white nazi who tortured me on Mt. Desert Island, and who was shown to have had prior knowledge of AIDS. All that was asked of Obama was one sacrifice, just bring them one small white child to destroy as a token of his superclass sincerity. Father would pay for helping Black people with his son. This was the script they coveted.
The New Right in Pittsburgh, many of whom come in from New York, wanted to prove to themselves that Barack Obama had no shame, that he would backstab by father Ryland for power. They wanted assurance that they knew what they were dealing with and how effectively they can control him, that in a situation of complexity Obama would confuse rather than intervene to help a brutally set upon white deaf person whose father had brought down a legion of angry and evil segregationists on the heads of his son. This is how the right wing made sure Obama to be a man who can be trusted.
You have to think of Obama as having staged a coup with John Hinckley in some ways. Obama wanted my confusion about what I was doing there to cloak the way I was tortured and allow him to sell the most vicious storyline about me, being the story put into play by those who had me in D.C. that fateful day. Reagan didn't care in the least what was real, nor about how I was tortured, nor about what I found showing AIDS is manmade. Obama took his leads from Reagan's preference for the men who shot him over what my letter to Leslie Katz really said. They built everything they did and all the explanations that Peter Gabriel tongued on a false witness profiler curse developed as an identity crime about me.
So Obama ripper backknifed my father and tortured me horrendously for years obviously concerned that I knew too much.
The mad joy of possessing Midori Goto when I didn't was a major consideration in Peter Gabriel's circle.
First, don't try to deny that the Experience Park Peter Gabriel claimed with the postcard in
texasschoolbook - Home was just scaring me led me to unearth letters corrolating the shooting of Martin Luther King to De De's birthday by a factor of six years and calling attention to coincidences, in which then six years later on the birthday of the author Gail Burstyn John Lennon was shot. The envelope says I am the Walrus and the letter asks: Is there music when we die.
These letters and how they were taken by Robert Fripp of King Crimson led to my being a living murder victim, horrendously set upon in attacks worse and more inhumane than rottweiller attacks.
Because of my muse as an abused deaf poet there was in the end no place for me and the Obamas had me chemically castrated as a human sacrifice to pleasure Martin Luther King's assassins. There was no love for me in Seattle. Isolation awaited from their false promise of protection and advocacy. I've been a client of ADWAS through the entire nightmare ordeal in Seattle. You would never believe how dirty Seattle was, tormenting me in cyber-stalking, denying me friendship and properly working hearing aids.
Poisoning me.
It's important to remember despite all their antics and historic gymnastics that I was brutally, brutally tortured, beaten piteously, and given the extermination treatment as a very little boy by Dr. King's killers and then blamed for John Lennon. This is how Rev. Jesse Jackson, Jr. kept out in a lock out someone who is was obviously a dark footnote of tragedy in the Civil Rights Era. Who knows what all monstrous status considerations informed his decision to do blackout?
Obama never came close to being man enough to face up to my experiences and injuries.
The Obamas plastered the bathroom at school with pictures of an aborted fetus, late term, which was obviously my own when they drove me into convulsive arrest. Nobody who had been through what I had should have been put through something that horrid after they pleaded and pleaded and pleaded for help. They cheated me of love entirely, the very people who I loved most.
Cranial pressure was used to torture me over my beliefs. The assassin gave Obama an ideological scientific super-weapon, a neuroplasm impacted to use upon dissent. Invisible torment, optically controlled.
The entire wretched ordeal was rancid with Robert Fripp's obsessive opportunism and abuse of the deaf. Jeannie being raped was arranged. Obviously someone from Pittsburgh who knew where I placed all my hopes growing up can see the momentousness for me of the tragedy-mongering he produced and directed. He profiled me over a letter that said the opposite of what they claimed and no one would even consider the circumstances when they gambled everything on its tone. It has gone on longer than war. His criminal attacks were sexually directioned and entirely unprovoked. Who doubts that Fripp enjoys The Princely Ear as to his methods?
Like the assassins before him, the foreign rabid knows only how to slur. I'm in shock from years of their relentless attacks, so devoid of virtue, which the assassins engineered.
Everything Fripp and Hillary Clinton did was done to brutalize me, blame me, frame me, and horrifically punish me for trying to think about what happened, for talking. The case that Reagan started AIDS fails because he was shot, plain and simple, but that doesn't close the book on how I was tortured, or the evidence that it was part of an AIDS program, far from it. Don't even try to deny the letters and how I came to be suspicious.
They mutilation molested me.
Obama's pact with those who tortured me was a triumph for Clinton. Very few people know and virtually none of them allow themselves to think about what was done. The falsehood of the idea that I wasn't tortured was so shattering coming from Hollywood that I for a long time believed that Reagan wasn't really shot then either.
I was never allowed near Midori Goto.