SS Ball
Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2020 9:38 pm
The arguments derived by the all points society brought down my head by Geffen illustrate their own lost thread. All of the points, no matter how significant are significantly beyond the planning and cunning of the child they master tend. By tilting the idea of innocence they scheme to culture scorn for attempts to warn. One illustration of point leads to another. Showing how exhaustive the academic world can be when turned to tyranny is easily shown in Slavoj Zizek construction of a refutation for what he says is Umberto Eco’s misunderstanding of humor as anti-totalitarianism. To feed this discourse you have to buy into the slam dunk mistranslation of the illegal tape made by Belew and Carbonell, and then to hold forth that any interpretation could be connived as witness to collaboration with totalitarianism. Meaning, calling it laughter is an offense, calling it proof of one side or the other, makes it a spoil trophy in a pre-edited firefight by interested customers, none of which had anything to do with the child or the tone in which the neuroplasm cried for help. Onto this they then projected their own why not? Seeing as how they can get away with anything.
So the construction of the Microsoft Panopticon was prescribed in highly doctorate levels already. The pre-wiring of the conjob is to say they are exposing me not me exposing them and that at best I am exposing myself as an exhibitionist. How can a person whose home is being invaded qualify as an exhibitionist?
There are academic issues worthy of pursuit in all this, pertaining to the impunity of the entertainment field, waking the broken person with barks of Don’t Fuck With Rock and Roll. I may die trying to understand why my father’s divorce was said to illustrate by abandonment the hypocrisy of public education compared to British rock and roll. The simple answer may suffice. What made the Kennedy mission of American school excellence so hated by the British is the prospect of educational dominance, which is clearly sophisticated, being understood and subverted from below for the purposes of a Poor People’s Campaign. In retaliation they induced alienation.
Reading Bush’s lips took some doing because of his mask, I suppose, but mockery and laughter at a deaf man’s infirmity surely weighs in favor of Zisek over Eco. Bush liked adventures a little too much and seemed to favor the moral of the story in Indiana Jones and Wizards where the fast gun won rather than persuasion bringing peace. Surely not everyone who disagrees with you is HItler. The mask he wore was the Mask of Benevolence described by Harlan Lane, a deaf field writer. I came from his ship. What could be benevolent about not making clear I was kidnapped and abominably abused? Abdul the Terrorist, in Pittsburgh, seemingly prescient of where things stand now with the Dialectical UW-ists, whose real name was Adam Eisenstat, used to crow in his band, “I take pictures of your kind.” This surely send Ming Na Wen screaming, like Kyra Schon, for the cameras.
I don’t like this game.
In other words, the so-called evidence was all their creation, a feedback loop they impacted for recovery when they were good and ready. Pittsburgh ran a Marquis de Sade school for mandatory appearance of misconduct where even Mister Rogers knew what I had earmarked for, designated by the school of humanism where my father was a teacher, playing off the concept of my being abandoned, but the church at the corner of Forbes and Murray which was torn down in my infancy to build a library was already decided symbol. I used to be very moved by service there. I was taken in to a plan servicing the notion that separation of church and state was divorce from the spirit at least that is what the jokers in the supernatural panopticon they put together allege. It’s clear the high lords are British and that the call from Geffen for unity without any sort of accurate review is a return to taxation without representation. If I plead any right to privacy they claim secrecy and project the shadow of doubt, making a mockery of Right to Laws with Michael Reagan’s favorite scene.
Even though the entire case is loaded with unjustified abuse and torture, they have evoked health complications as salvation and baptism for making me acquainted with the value bestowed upon life by its being threatened. Whose cruel and psychotic mind could have put this together and run riot with it for so long? Rosine had an African friend living on Bartlett with Israelis I used to drive home.
Seeing the powers of the illusion machine the Axis franchise of Pentagon Disney figured why not just create a separate reality? The thinking had precedence in the science fiction of Ayn Rand. Duplicity seems to have been the essence of Double Fantasy, Lennon’s answer to his own idea of I am the Walrus, a snicker and fat chance to Jimmy Kennedy’s shade.
As a person, JFK made me feel hope. Where was the hope now when he was subverted to a man with a voice like elixir who only welcomed rich people and sang about them having money in big bags? Who glamorized acid, booze and ass? Who drowned any sense with loud guitars while implying the Draft Board was behind any attempt to warn about the danger of illegal narcotics? Who framed a deaf child for Japanese sex cinema who used such symbols as battering Marilyn dolls? While praising the sublime and celestial insight of archetypes?
The Green Party in other words, although they model some of their less sleazy tactics on non-violent civil disobedience, are hardly a new Civil Rights Movement campaigning for poor people and social justice. It’s deranged to tell someone to sign on with them after such furious mistreatment. They do some sex to cover mutilation.
So the construction of the Microsoft Panopticon was prescribed in highly doctorate levels already. The pre-wiring of the conjob is to say they are exposing me not me exposing them and that at best I am exposing myself as an exhibitionist. How can a person whose home is being invaded qualify as an exhibitionist?
There are academic issues worthy of pursuit in all this, pertaining to the impunity of the entertainment field, waking the broken person with barks of Don’t Fuck With Rock and Roll. I may die trying to understand why my father’s divorce was said to illustrate by abandonment the hypocrisy of public education compared to British rock and roll. The simple answer may suffice. What made the Kennedy mission of American school excellence so hated by the British is the prospect of educational dominance, which is clearly sophisticated, being understood and subverted from below for the purposes of a Poor People’s Campaign. In retaliation they induced alienation.
Reading Bush’s lips took some doing because of his mask, I suppose, but mockery and laughter at a deaf man’s infirmity surely weighs in favor of Zisek over Eco. Bush liked adventures a little too much and seemed to favor the moral of the story in Indiana Jones and Wizards where the fast gun won rather than persuasion bringing peace. Surely not everyone who disagrees with you is HItler. The mask he wore was the Mask of Benevolence described by Harlan Lane, a deaf field writer. I came from his ship. What could be benevolent about not making clear I was kidnapped and abominably abused? Abdul the Terrorist, in Pittsburgh, seemingly prescient of where things stand now with the Dialectical UW-ists, whose real name was Adam Eisenstat, used to crow in his band, “I take pictures of your kind.” This surely send Ming Na Wen screaming, like Kyra Schon, for the cameras.
I don’t like this game.
In other words, the so-called evidence was all their creation, a feedback loop they impacted for recovery when they were good and ready. Pittsburgh ran a Marquis de Sade school for mandatory appearance of misconduct where even Mister Rogers knew what I had earmarked for, designated by the school of humanism where my father was a teacher, playing off the concept of my being abandoned, but the church at the corner of Forbes and Murray which was torn down in my infancy to build a library was already decided symbol. I used to be very moved by service there. I was taken in to a plan servicing the notion that separation of church and state was divorce from the spirit at least that is what the jokers in the supernatural panopticon they put together allege. It’s clear the high lords are British and that the call from Geffen for unity without any sort of accurate review is a return to taxation without representation. If I plead any right to privacy they claim secrecy and project the shadow of doubt, making a mockery of Right to Laws with Michael Reagan’s favorite scene.
Even though the entire case is loaded with unjustified abuse and torture, they have evoked health complications as salvation and baptism for making me acquainted with the value bestowed upon life by its being threatened. Whose cruel and psychotic mind could have put this together and run riot with it for so long? Rosine had an African friend living on Bartlett with Israelis I used to drive home.
Seeing the powers of the illusion machine the Axis franchise of Pentagon Disney figured why not just create a separate reality? The thinking had precedence in the science fiction of Ayn Rand. Duplicity seems to have been the essence of Double Fantasy, Lennon’s answer to his own idea of I am the Walrus, a snicker and fat chance to Jimmy Kennedy’s shade.
As a person, JFK made me feel hope. Where was the hope now when he was subverted to a man with a voice like elixir who only welcomed rich people and sang about them having money in big bags? Who glamorized acid, booze and ass? Who drowned any sense with loud guitars while implying the Draft Board was behind any attempt to warn about the danger of illegal narcotics? Who framed a deaf child for Japanese sex cinema who used such symbols as battering Marilyn dolls? While praising the sublime and celestial insight of archetypes?
The Green Party in other words, although they model some of their less sleazy tactics on non-violent civil disobedience, are hardly a new Civil Rights Movement campaigning for poor people and social justice. It’s deranged to tell someone to sign on with them after such furious mistreatment. They do some sex to cover mutilation.