When Apologies are Appropriate
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2020 5:01 pm
The ideological fingerprint of the CIA secret war over my high school letter to Leslie Katz is all over the covid attack. Today's concern is that Trump, under pressure for his deliberate spread of poison by evil and maniacal negligence is attended chronologically by a contact ban against my person on all fronts. Even this place takes my posts down as they lay out the maniac citizens band. Today's concern is that Trump, if people weeping our grannies don't lay off, may just about hafta whip out the Red Scare lynch mobblery and blackmail slander, pointing the desert island of his crooked finger at the commies and their ilk.
This isn't just about Reagan's jest to give us botulism nor Gail Burstyn's salutation, Love (in jest), and her never being arrested for being such a maven of Yoko Ono that they claim she used hubs for a holy story in the AIDS attack, because all that is dossier and evidence, and my words were ideological fingerprint, bringing us full circle to Mark Norderberg's hidden epistle on The Nature of Reality, a special group project from Vienna Circle, Bruce Crago and their ilk.
The letter to Leslie Katz in the zone of the wimpout chide, "last licks," was a ruthless exercise in the Marquis de Sade's good conduct, well chastised. Had Pinhead the Crimson been able to grosp the point we would have been fast on the heels of the nerve agent warriors! Warriors! Who announced crazed tactics as a provincial norm of Masons! Masons!
Someone who didn't know any of that could be victimized by trying very hard to write a poem, seeing me, looking up to me and getting bad feedback, and in such pain apology is called for. I'm not a certified professor. I try to be encouraging, but what the rabid were up to was to taunt a screaming injury to mimic learned abusive behavior and then play all mortified.
This isn't just about Reagan's jest to give us botulism nor Gail Burstyn's salutation, Love (in jest), and her never being arrested for being such a maven of Yoko Ono that they claim she used hubs for a holy story in the AIDS attack, because all that is dossier and evidence, and my words were ideological fingerprint, bringing us full circle to Mark Norderberg's hidden epistle on The Nature of Reality, a special group project from Vienna Circle, Bruce Crago and their ilk.
The letter to Leslie Katz in the zone of the wimpout chide, "last licks," was a ruthless exercise in the Marquis de Sade's good conduct, well chastised. Had Pinhead the Crimson been able to grosp the point we would have been fast on the heels of the nerve agent warriors! Warriors! Who announced crazed tactics as a provincial norm of Masons! Masons!
Someone who didn't know any of that could be victimized by trying very hard to write a poem, seeing me, looking up to me and getting bad feedback, and in such pain apology is called for. I'm not a certified professor. I try to be encouraging, but what the rabid were up to was to taunt a screaming injury to mimic learned abusive behavior and then play all mortified.