The Bureau of Logical Questions
Logical questions can sometimes go unvoiced because they evoke their own barrier and the attending threat of violence. This fact is central to the cause of intellectual freedom. To shed light on this I choose to doubt the intelligence community’s assessment of Zelenskyy, guerilla President of Ukraine while rendering comment on the tactical purpose of open warfare on him, that obviously commands attention and sympathy. This is hardly to affirm Putin’s aggression. The absurd idea that the Ukrainians require war against their brainwashed elopement from Russia signifies little tenure given to intellectual honesty.
You may have heard in the news on the day after the Russian bombing of a zuklear industry that the Russians are already here. I present that as true, and their fifth column is more than the self-evident far right of Trumpytune but mongers deep into the union confederacy of the Democratic Party in Seattle and Pittsburgh. They left their calling card in my mouth.
The Putinese are a gambler’s trust mongered by Geffen Corporation and the Clinton klan, with installation and Bush puppet Obama as master of the two virgins pussyball pecking order Biden was well aware of in his advocacy for military dibs. I was cultured as a little boy in a fashion statement for a weird gazette of fascist purpose, meaning, inherently, odious methods of removal and depopulation.
The extreme edge of Moxyland and Battle Royal, the cult of the film Brother, ask for explication. Primary to surrendering works of art that illustrate the process we are being entertained to enjoin our acts and pledges to, it carries the anthem best to refer to the very strictures of the parochial opponent. Greg Karl, always feline with British tongue, intones of “a bewildering myriad of surface details that arrive at the fundamental themes.” When you have encountered the slithering, poisonous minds of a gang like UWDialectical you realize how complicated a bewildering myriad is that includes deployment of lies and deception, attack prostitution, ripper mayhem and the madness of Reagan, made in Japan. Add to it the therapeutic induction to gene splicing deregulation in Matrix Resurrections and the vomitbag of their academic tonic turns sour enough to avert your eyes.
Putin’s regulars are well known: Rosa Clemente, always soft on drag queens and Cuba, Gweener, whose odious name is associated with the Fox himself and Trumpytune. Their central argument is that admiration for some instances of pornography constitutes complicity in the culture norm of child mutilation and abduction trafficking. Their goal is to safeguard a final solution.
Jaime Carbonell, John Shulman, Clinton and Sound Mental Health are in love with their twisted pretzel. Having made a sucker carrot tape for Gweener and the Fox, proof that I was horrifically molested as a child, they turned Israel commando comedian and enlisted perverts in Seattle to poison me in the mouth, an act of Putinese Warriors! Warriors! Beat Kitano, director of Brother, known for his comedies like Brutal Cop, Brother is a Japanese gangster film made in L.A. as inauguration of Hollywood’s most gothic installation: Barack Obama, while behind the set Iman and Nancy Reagan outfitted Michelle in the dungeon mistress gowns of Milanese Africana for Swami Nostra, Inc.
Swami Nostra was hatched by Pierre Elliott, one of the idiots in Paris, who became influential with Colin Powell. Their secret ambassador to Moscow was the ripper hatter Penis Gabriel, who wangled the misdeed of scripted AIDS in the 80’s and put on the media Mecca puppet show.
Angst is no object.
Iraq’s fate and Nixon’s personality do credit some ambivalence about what passes for justification from New York’s yacht crowd in Little Odessa; after all, we destroyed a country, nice fellows, why shouldn’t they? The pragmatic fact is a union of methods embarked on by lies and a society coming unhinged in helplessness.
Their lobby operates around a clandestine personal profile that is well worth knowing about. It reigns from an implicit educational system that inculcates subordination to the ruffian vision owned by a planet of cars. Hollywood actively left the calling card of Little Odessa, N.Y. on a profiler’s campaign by the Putinese far right lobby of Arnold Schwarzenegger, supposedly breathtakingly vindicated by the choice of a poor man’s thrift: to donate to the aw poors some more, or compensate the tragedy with a self-gift of safer porno? To monger this attache, they brought in the Army and helped themselves to my fiance. What grudge could be more general than damaged goods?
Avuncular with retardation, the media Mecca puppetshow professes knowing nothing of this, a countdown to zuklear war over the sin of abortion, tearing at the moral code of those who lisp into the beyond.
Hey, buster, no thank you.
To rhapsody their soliloquy of koyaanisqatsi they heave ho with Justin Chang’s plan with Carbonell of Chinese abortion torture directed at an implanted neuroplasm, playstation kit of Swami Nostra’s presentation-at-large, a union of methods, horseplay by Ringo Starr. His pet Goebbels, Brian Eno, announced a theory of medical panels equity, cutting my dong’s pleasure as a formula for quality of life and demanding I be rendered childless. To do this, McCartney preyed on the fake news about the Fox and said the science worked well for punishment and even took our grannies as his souvenir to hell. Small wonder Trumpytune gave the signal to smother it all in the ashes of Ukraine.
The covert dissertation actually involves the research specifications in field tripology of Steven King and Dalai Lama. During the age of Andropov, Tami Simon worked an androgynous miracle for Joel Caplan and Pittsburgh Film-Makers of presenting the Alternative Reality that virginity proves rape. If O’Quarry doesn’t cooperate call the human pitbulls the Pitmans back, man.
In an elaborate game of Keep Away we are being hustled.
