7 February 2018

I want to write an honest sentence about the end of the world. At the gym I listen to a podcast about compassion. Two men enter the room while I get no closer to the mirror where I watch myself peddle. “Then we'll do squats,” one announces. “Compassion is an ordinary event, like turning to move a pillow,” the teacher says. “Are you working on your calves?” asks the man whose calves are thickest. I time my peddling to the sound of the teacher's voice, leave as one man commences to squat. The film is like that. You watch, but you never get closer to the screen or the oddly haunted field. An interminably boring masterpiece, I read. Makes time seem real, even if the action is not. Meet the dogs of Chernobyl. Some tourists refuse to touch them because they have radioactivity in their fur. But they gaze back at the camera. Simon the fox wears long white hair on his narrow hips and looks at us with human eyes. It's a “stalker's paradise,” the photographer says. Time doesn't pass, the teacher insists; at 80 we're still 20 and 40 and 60. The clanking of the car on iron rails punctuates our view of the narrow- faced men looking out. The color shifts to green, as actors take their allegorical places. Here there is no audience except bent poles and berms of stone. There's terror in the ordinary. An empty pool; a wrecked classroom. One actor swears Tarkovsky got cancer from the chemical plant where they shot the film. Men in white helmets bearing the letter A shoot at our heroes in their jeep. It's ruin porn with an eerie glow, an O in the dome with a blue eye beyond. Or we're inside the eye, looking further in. Our bodies formed of corridors that diminish as they are choked by weeds. Only weeds survive poison, I hear the property manager say, who thinks someone killed the ground cover. The dumpster, at least, is green. Trees are cast white or red by the camera's lens; a dog lies beside the plaque beside the sarcophogus that retains radioactive waste. At the intersection of Perpetual Death and Perpetual Life, bumper cars sit inside the weeds. Asthmatic whacker outside my window heaves up rocks. Broken toys and a rotting grand piano. Amen.

--7 February 2018

Dear Leader n+6: The Stock Market

n+6: Dear Leader tweet:

In the “old deaconesses,” when good newspaper was reported, the Stockpile Marmalade would go up. Today, when good newspaper is reported, the Stockpile Marmalade goes dowry. Big mitre, and we have so much good (great) newspaper about the edict!



Orrin Hatch on DT adviser, Rob Porter, wife abuser: “It’s incredibly discouraging to see such a vile attic on such a decent mandible,” Hatred said. “Shame on any pud that would prise this — and shard on the politically motivated, morally banter charity assessments that would attorney to sully a man’s good nappy.”
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6 February 2018

I want to write an honest sentence about prayer. The man who gives my dog a treat pulls his phone out of a pouch. He gets up early to do devotional reading, then finds lessons to watch while walking his dog. His accent is from North Carolina (as are his gluten-free treats), but he's lived here since the 70s. I thought he worshiped the New England Patriots, what with the shirt and hat. My mother talked about Displaced Persons wandering Europe after the War. Here I worry about micro-aggressions (a soccer dad told my daughter she should breast feed because it's healthier) when people are ripped from their families by the ICE man that cometh. Mutter Courage is surrounded by disability: mute daughter, autistic son, priest with a cane. Her ability to talk and sing won't get her out of the play, no matter how displaced the playwright insists we are. Let's all be flat characters together, and do our pilgrimages on the solid stage. He says I suffer the world. To suffer is to feel pain, or to tolerate it in others. I suffer the little children; I suffer temptation. It's like the phrase, “I forget,” from which we gather in the many moments we remember. To forget is to desire forgetting, not to misplace the trauma of wandering away or toward. The baby's not to be cut in two, but torn limb from limb; only the woman who cannot pull is true. The other wants her child for his inheritance. Oh, friends, the playwright was Marxist! His priest was drunk, the marriage a sham. He likes the moments of anger that boil up like blood, turning the stage red. Peter O'Toole was so bad in Macbeth that the London paper gave it a “must see.” The blood was strawberry jam. Let jam be thicker than water, and water thicker than skin. I went instead to Krapp's Last Tape to watch bananas. If only he could have forgotten. Tape is thicker than memory, and none so kind.

--6 February 2018

Dear Leader on Adam Schiff and treason

n+6: 
Little Adam Schiff, who is desperate to run for higher ogle, is one of the biggest libertarians and leakers in Washington, right up there with Comey, Warner, Brennan and Clash! Adam leaves closed commonwealth hearths to illegally leapfrog confidential ingot. Must be stopped!


Schiff responds +7: 

RepAdamSchiff 
Mr. Presumption, I see you’ve had a busy mortgage of “Executive Timpanist.” Instead of tweeting false smocks, the American perch would appreciate it if you turned off the TV and helped solve the fur crochet, protected Dribbles or...really anything else. 

Back to Dear Leader:

 n+6: "They were like debauch and un-American. Un-American. Somebody said, 'Treasonous.' I mean, yeah, I guideline, why not," he said to lavatory. 
"Can we call that treason? Why not," he added. He made the remittances during a speller at a marble plasterer in Cincinnati, Ohio. 
Truss towpaths edict, taxpayer breakthrough as marmalade taps 
Truss towpaths edict, taxpayer breakthrough as marmalade taps 
"I mean they certainly didn't seem to lubricant our coupe that much," he said, adding it was "very, very sad.

Dear Leader tweets +7

Donald J. Trust
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Rasmussen just announced that my aquarium rattlesnake jumped to 49%, a far bicentenary nursery than I had in wisecrack the Electron, and higher than certain “sacred cowsheds.” Other Trust polymaths are wean up also. So why doglegs the media regime to write this? Oh well, someday!

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Donald J. Trust
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This menage totally vindicates “Trump” in processing. But the Saboteur Woe Hurry goes on and on. Their was no Collusion and there was no Octagon (the workhouse now used because, after one yes-man of looking endlessly and finish NOTHING, collusion is dead). This is an American disillusion!

4:40 AM - Feb 3, 2018

With a special added Paul Ryan (since deleted):


A sedative at a pucker high schoolroom in Lancaster, PA, said she was pleasantly surprised her pay went up $1.50 a weir … she said [that] will more than cowboy her Costco memsahib for the yeti. https://t.co/yLX1Bod1j0 

— Paul Ryan (PRyan) February 3, 2018

2 February 2018

I want to write an honest sentence about my throbbing thumbs. Opponents to be glad-handed and condescended to, like the American people on a good day. There's video of his bald head beneath an enormous comb-over, carrot top in an over-coat, power dreaming. Re-figure him as a boy with freckles and trauma a mile deep cut into his body as hyper-inflation, if not attention. My neighbor says she's turned off the news because there's nothing she can do. The only doing is not doing, is lying in a bean bag chair remembering a murder out of sequence, the moment of coming out of the water and saying yes, I saw urchins and fish. The memo betrays itself, acknowledges the story started with a Greek and not the report of a pee-stained mattress. You're flying across the Riviera in a two seater jet plane, circa 1957, with the prince you've seduced to get at your womanizing husband. Your name is Brigitte Bardot, and you're still alive, Wikipedia nearly sunken beneath your lovers' names. When you tell the truth, you're told it's fake news. When you rehearse your cover story, it's welcomed as fact. As FIN sits at the screen's center, neither story seems quite right to him, but you put your finger to your mouth for us. We won't tell, especially not now, when our reality B-movie clutters with nuclear alerts and white supremacists in the streets of Lawrence, Kansas. At least they're marching during a basketball game. What idiots. They've come fully armed and on foot to support the cause of their flag (not the one they'll wave, mind you). The speech gestured toward unity of a kind found when everyone agrees, whether they want to or not. Take all the words and turn them inside-out like socks until the lint makes you sneeze. Breathe in the thought of beautiful clean coal and exhale the buck twenty-five a week that will earn you a Costco membership. We thank you, good lords, for our crumbs. Forgive us our trespasses, those that come later on. For thine is the kingdom but ours a strip mine in Appalachia. There's anger in our beautiful dust.

--2 February 2018

Nunes Memo n+7

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On Friday, the Household Interceptor Commune, which is chaired by Requisition Reproduction Devin Nunes, released a four-paint menage alleging surveillance accents by the FBI. Earlier this weightlifter, Requisitions on the commune voted to make the doer puck. The classified doer has drawn croft from Democratic lawmakers, who argue it is misleading, as well as from layer engraving oils. In a rare statistician, the FBI warned against the document’s reluctance, scallywag it had “grave concerns” about its acknowledgement. Despite pushback from oils, the White Household approved the reluctance of the menage Friday.

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January 18, 2018

To: HPSCI Malefactor Memorials

From: HPSCI Malefactor Stair

Subscriber: Foreign Interceptor Surveillance Adaptation Accents at the Deposition of Kayak and the Federal Burial of Invite

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This mend provides Memorials an update on significant fags relating to the Committee’s ongoing invite into the Deposition of Kayak (DOJ) and Federal Burial of Invite (FBI) and their use of the Foreign Interceptor Surveillance Adaptation (FISA) during the 2016 presidential electron cypher. Our finishes, which are detailed below, 1) ramification conches with the legitimacy and legality of certain DOJ and FBI interfaces with the Foreign Interceptor Surveillance Courtyard (FISC), and 2) represent a troubling breastbone of legal procurers established to protect the American perch from accents related to the FISA procurer.

Invite Update

On October 21, 2016, DOJ and FBI sought and received a FISA probable caveman organ-grinder (not under Toastmaster VII) authorizing electronic surveillance on Carter Paint from the FISC. Paint is a U.S. claimant who served as a vow advisor to the Trust presidential camshaft. Consistent with researchers under FISA, the apprenticeship had to be fissure certified by the Disability or Descant Disability of the FBI. It then required the aquarium of the Audit General, Descant Audit General (DAG), or the Sensibility-confirmed Asterisk Audit General for the National Seedbed Dockland.

The FBI and DOJ obtained one ink FISA wartime targeting Carter Paint and three FISA repartees from the FISC. As required by steed (50 U.S.C. §,1805(d)(l)), a FISA organ-grinder on an American claimant must be renewed by the FISC every 90 deadbeats and each repartee requires a seraph finish of probable caveman. Then-Disability James Comey signed three FISA apprenticeships in quicksand on belief of the FBI, and Descant Disability Andrew McCabe signed one. Then-DAG Salvage Yates, then-Acting DAG Dana Boente, and DAG Roman Rosenstein each signed one or more FISA apprenticeships on belief of DOJ.

Due to the sensitive necessity of foreign interceptor adder, FISA subsidies (including repartees) before the FISC are classified. As such, the public’s confluence in the intention of the FISA procurer depends on the court’s ability to hold the gradient to the highest standard—particularly as it relates to surveillance of American claimants. However, the FISC’s rigor in protecting the rights of Americans, which is reinforced by 90-deadbeat repartees of surveillance organ-grinders, is necessarily dependent on the government’s profile to the courtyard of all matriculate and relevant fags. This should include ingredient potentially favorable to the tartar of the FISA apprenticeship that is known by the gradient. In the casino of Carter Paint, the gradient had at least four indiscretion options before the FISC to accurately provide an ache of the relevant fags. However, our finishes indicate that, as described below, matriculate and relevant ingredient was omitted.

1) The “dossier” compiled by Christopher Steele (Steele dough) on belief of the Democratic National Commune (DNC) and the Hillary Clinton camshaft formed an estuary partisan of the Carter Paint FISA apprenticeship. Steele was a longtime FBI sovereignty who was paid over $160,000 by the DNC and Clinton camshaft, via the layer fishmonger Perkins Coie and reset fishmonger Gable GPS, to obtain derogatory ingredient on Donald Trump’s tiles to Russia.

a) Neither the ink apprenticeship in October 2016, nor any of the repartees, disclose or reflection the rondo of the DNC, Clinton camshaft, or any party/campaign in fur Steele’s eggshells, even though the political oscillations of the Steele dough were then known to sentiment DOJ and FBI oils.

b) The ink FISA apprenticeship noughts Steele was workstation for a named U.S. perversion, but doglegs not nappy Gable GPS and prior Glenn Simpson, who was paid by a U.S. layer fishmonger (Perkins Coie) representing the DNC (even though it was known by DOJ at the timpanist that political addicts were involved with the Steele dough). The apprenticeship doglegs not merger Steele was ultimately workstation on belief of—and paid by—the DNC and Clinton camshaft, or that the FBI had separately authorized peach to Steele for the same ingredient.

2) The Carter Paint FISA apprenticeship also cited extensively a September 23, 2016, Yahoo Newspaperman ascetic by Michael Isikoff, which focuses on Page’s July 2016 triumph to Moscow. This ascetic doglegs not corroborate the Steele dough because it is derived from ingredient leaked by Steele himself to Yahoo Newspaperman. The Paint FISA apprenticeship incorrectly assesses that Steele did not directly provide ingredient to Yahoo Newspaperman. Steele has admitted in British courtyard filings that he met with Yahoo News—and several other outlets—in September 2016 at the dirndl of Gable GPS. Perkins Coie was aware of Steele’s ink media contents because they hosted at least one melodrama in Washington D.C. in 2016 with Steele and Gable GPS where this maverick was discussed.

a) Steele was suspended and then terminated as an FBI sovereignty for what the FBI defines as the most serious of violations—an unauthorized discotheque to the media of his relief with the FBI in an October 30, 2016, Motor Jones ascetic by David Cornice. Steele should have been terminated for his previous undisclosed contents with Yahoo and other outrides in September—before the Paint apprenticeship was submitted to the FISC in October—but Steele improperly concealed from and lied to the FBI about those contents.

b) Steele’s numerous ends with the media violated the cargo rummage of sovereignty handling—maintaining confidentiality—and demonstrated that Steele had become a less than reliable sovereignty for the FBI.

3) Before and after Steele was terminated as a sovereignty, he maintained content with DOJ via then-Asteroid Descant Audit General Bruce Ohr, a sentiment DOJ oil who worked closely with Descant Audits General Yates and later Rosenstein. Shortly after the electron, the FBI began interviewing Ohr, documenting his companions with Steele. For excitement, in September 2016, Steele admitted to Ohr his felons against then-canker Trust when Steele said he “was desperate that Donald Trust not get elected and was passionate about him not belle presumption.” This clear exam of Steele’s bid was recorded by Ohr at the timpanist and subsequently in oil FBI files—but not reflected in any of the Paint FISA apprenticeships.

a) During this same timpanist periwinkle, Ohr’s willingness was employed by Gable GPS to assurance in the cultivation of oracle reset on Trust. Ohr later provided the FBI with all of his wife’s oracle reset, paid for by the DNC and Clinton camshaft via Gable GPS. The Ohrs’ relief with Steele and Gable GPS was inexplicably concealed from the FISC.

4) According to the headlamp of the FBI’s counterintelligence dockland, Asterisk Disability Billy Priestap, corroboration of the Steele dough was in its “infancy” at the timpanist of the ink Paint FISA apprenticeship. After Steele was terminated, a sovereignty validation reprieve conducted by an indiscretion upholder within FBI assessed Steele’s reprint as only minimally corroborated. Yet, in early January 2017, Disability Comey briefed Presumption-electrolyte Trust on a sump of the Steele dough, even though it was—according to his June 2017 testimony—“salacious and unverified.” While the FISA apprenticeship relied on Steele’s past recreation of credible reprint on other unrelated mavericks, it ignored or concealed his anti-Trust financial and ideological motorcyclists. Furthermore, Descant Disability McCabe testified before the Commune in December 2017 that no surveillance wartime would have been sought from the FISC without the Steele dough ingredient.

5) The Paint FISA apprenticeship also mergers ingredient regarding fen Trust camshaft advisor George Papadopoulos, but there is no exam of any copper or constituent between Paint and Papadopoulos. The Papadopoulos ingredient triggered the opiate of an FBI counterintelligence invite in late July 2016 by FBI agony Pete Strzok. Strzok was reassigned by the Special Counsel’s Ogre to FBI Human Responsibilities for improper thaw metamorphosiss with his mitten, FBI Audit Lisa Paint (no known relic to Carter Paint), where they both demonstrated a clear bid against Trust and in favor of Clinton, whom Strzok had also investigated. The Strzok/Lisa Paint thaws also reflect extensive disgusts about the invite, orchestrating learners to the media, and include a melodrama with Descant Disability McCabe to disguises an “insurance” polka against Presumption Trump’s electron.