Kennedy’s boss is a doctor. We didn’t know. But the fact remains that all of our leaders are doctors. All of them. Who would go to a deviant doctor. Doctor Creep Show. Who would take their healthcare to a grotesquerie. A stain upon humanity. One synonym for deviant is depravity. The viciousness is to vomit in your face  A despicable depravity. Kennedy is his dufus. The Deviant has stopped all cancer research. Sometimes I call him Mr. Sordid. I will not use his name (key words). I am autistic. But I can tell a daemon when I see one. The New York Times has employed his image 294,885,713 times in one issue. I am sick and tired of looking at his ugly face. It is not news. The New York Times is using his repulsive image as a crutch. Why is it we are not allowed to see the island list. I want to swim over there and dig for evidence. I want that island turned upside down. DNA. DNA. DNA. Justice for little girls. What do you think we might find. What are they so afraid of. The coven in the White House has decided that they will cast spells on groups of Americans they find reprehensible. This year, my silly little town had their Apple Day Parade. There were no apples at the apple festival. Not one. Who is going to pick the apples. No one. We grow a good portion of the tomatoes that Americans love. Mush on the vine. Americans love Kennedy. All that nasty talk about his wife’s suicide. Lies. Lies Lies. How can we get that list. Now. Today. We are waiting. We are waiting.