Deliverance
by Mac Crary copyright 2006

Those who spoke against Statecraft as a form of deception in the 1980's were the Princes of Deception. As John Stockwell and Oliver Stone, cynical nammies, were spreading their rumors of hatred about misused power, so they lured the gullible into their own misuse of power.

Seeing me as special, the runt of the litter from his own ship, the Little Queen (U.S.S. San Jacinto, World War Two) on which my father also served, the George Bushes chose me as a child of a humanist, stigmatized or dignified by non-violence, to solve their secret weapon: The AIDS onslaught. Wrapped like a ghost in a condom, they laughed if he gets outta that one we'll call the motherfucker Houdini.

Well, I didn't get out of it. They tortured and poisoned me, they raped my deaf girlfriend and forcibly separated us. They framed me for rape to recruit their English quislings. They way I have been used is a serious story, a gigantic flaw in our politics, and a mystifying show of tyranny.

I'm aware that "no one believes" me. What keeps me running is the hope that fear someone could believe me at this late date might deter those who tortured me.

Let me tell you a little of what I saw. I knew something was very wrong when Primo Levi committed suicide shortly after I wrote him a letter. I saw them construct a poem around the 1987 Wall Street Crash, and burn down the Jackson Labs. I saw them orchestrate Exxon Valdez and the bombing of the USS Iowa. I saw them make deals over Nelson Mandela's and Vaclav Havel's freedom in return for accomplice, which also allowed for the Palestine State. I saw the chess game over John Heinz and John John Kennedy. But I was not fooled that the adoption of a war game over Midori was anything other than an accomplice act. Not when I learned the distortion she was marketing.

I was a library clerk being used as a soldier of fortune.

I heard from them the morning Roberto Clemente died. I saw them run to the King Powers with a ribald carrot tape. I saw their nuclear secrets. I saw them use my report on HIV (Operation: Death Seed) as poetry in the Kuwait War and repeat the audacity with Operation: Iron Hammer, from "The Firefly Song".

Everybody took it as a "wake up" call (even though they themselves remain fast asleep) when innocent people were blindsided (in the manner I was struck down in childhood) by the vicious act of Queen Elizabeth on 9/11/2001 (a snitty over Princess Diana) on behalf of the same cult of men, sanitized through the bizarre distortion of Peter Gabriel's sick and evil mind, on behalf of the guilty. Diana meant more to Elizabeth than all the AIDS victims in the world, I can tell you that having read their notes on the subject from day one. And I heard their cult of rock stars jeering that I am the enemy, the imposter, the pretender to the Lennon crown, the anti-Lennon.

Richard Starkey's message is French. He is not insulted that the AIDS onslaught was done, but only that he wasn't consulted. Now he's accomplice so he isn't mad anymore. He gets the money and believes forgiveness will set it right.

I was tortured as a child (they deliberatedly and systematically slew my offspring, abortion being the weapon of choice). As all this warfare was going on, Bush and Clinton were hiring undercover prostitutes to sleep with me in order to target a Frankenstein neuroplasm they inflicted in my facial nerve, a brain injury, in anticipation of the day violinist Midori came demanding the Lennon murder papers they had planted on my home and eloping with the klansman who tortured me as a child (they knew she would). I was tortured again. I suffered seizures, homelessness, erectile dysfunction, trauma, skin conditions, disorientation. In a particularly sick incident the Japanese Secret Service ripchorded the seizure trauma through my heart while expressing that Midori had taken a lover. It was extremely advanced in fashion of sadism. I lay on the floor of my empty apartment, shattered. They had orchestrated a fiance relationship with a girl named Rosine just to create conditions for practical brutality.

As terrible as it was, their rape of deaf Jeannie had a gratuitous aspect.

The Clintons induced schizophrenia chemically to disable my testimony. They denied I was tortured, so they could terrorize us again with the very men who deafened me and forced my mother to sell her home. I was gassed a little boy. They saught to make me "the bad guy", a non-violent laughingstock spat on by women, by Black and white alike. Why don't you catch HIV, they jeered, and be our savior?

The guilty always blame me. Yoko Ono was accomplice with those who started AIDS when they slaved me as a mandatory AIDS testing guinea pig on Mt. Desert Island in 1988 (proof of which exists). She got jeering AIDS victims to side with those who released the virus by marketeering her Lennon sob story. Although her hatred has had punishing consequences for me and Jeannie, it has no moral worth. She is not someone I would want to be on judgement day. In demanding apology from me she will have to make do with the crowd hysteria she has sown. Has anyone but me done anything at all?

You certainly won't hear them answering a question like why am I to blame for HIV if it isn't manmade?

You have never seen anyone so single-mindedly determined to shatter another man's dreams. Indeed, I am great fear that cancer is the outcome of the poison crime McCartney engineered leading to acid reflux syndrome. The lies McCartney has told in cold blood have been life-shattering. Fat boy stooge lies.

In light of this, I did the decent thing and became a porno-junkie. Having someone to blame has come to be the way the collaborationist faction define themselves and sooth their morbid psyches, in order to deflect true guilt from where it belongs, and this compensating method of victimizing other victims was a plan that Reagan, Bush and Gore counted on in using me for the AIDS onslaught and swearing that Mt. Desert Island was all a sick hoax. The Beatles, the celebrity superstate, Japan, all of them guilty of accomplice, have shown no mercy.

Then there's the matter of true authorship of the Gail Burstyn AIDS scroll.

The Public had a right to know. The guilty should be on death row by now. Instead, they have been empowered, largely by English deceit, in escalating toward nuclear war, foaming that they are the victims, in a religious ultimatum. Those who released HIV, with Yoko Ono as their clear and present Generalissimo of the hour, then channeled the venom of the HIV positive in what New York still thinks glamorously to be their uprising army. How stupid and pathetic can you be?

The feigned protest worked, but it was an act by the Princes of Deception.


Mac Crary
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