Karl Panzram, wasn’t a man at all. He was a melted piece of clay, a wax figurine. A product of theater, a natural character actor by means of rough housing childhood and personal achievement. However, a victim of a failure, a theater major, a lead actor to be. Whatever Karl had, before his myth became fictional and conjecture, was stolen by a counter-intelligence aspirational actor, whomever they were. Karl Panzram was melted, something that normally destroys you when your very soul, your identity, is robbed by a future lead actor, but he himself was an actor, his interesting story attracting a fraud. A man with a little small town joke, a laoist, a cryer priest paper tiger (prounounced, ‘louse’, the term meaning the same in Asia), had claimed Karl Panzram’s very soul.
It was a cruel joke, on wherever Karl Panzram really fit in, from a man that had replaced his life with a little story book or news paper article or cartoon or radio program. He thought he could have what Karl Panzram had, but it was never real for the thief, and never related to the inspiration that that little man found in wherever Karl Panzram had blended in without realizing it. A real actor, doesn’t realize they’re center stage, because they aren’t the lead actor. They’re the interesting player, not the plot, a mere device to move the story forward, the main characters. The thieves. And a fraud to be a thief, just wanted a newspaper funny, on his favorite show, his broken childhood reborn in some image of dysfunction of homosexual content.
So, let’s look at theater.
You have, at the bottom, the simulation of the Eumenides, the submersion, the romance, and the schism. The submersion, is the actors and actresses, separate roles, in the common people. The romance, is the actors and actresses, on stage, fitting together from actors placing their lines to reflect to themselves, and the actresses moving around wardrobe, as if maneuvering. This leads to the schism, the mass schizophrenia of the singular mind of a woman with a miscarriage, treated by alcohol, having been reflected to the masses, the priestess concubines, the hookers, both professional and the small town hard luck girl.
Then, we have calculus, the divine science, with four dimensions to analyze, impossible to do all at once, without freezing one using the fifth source, the visual imagination, the cue of the color green. The first dimension, is the self, invisible to a priest or pilot, hence the name, the second, the task, invisible to the prostitute or spy, hence the look, and the third, the frequency, invisible to the gay man or lesbian woman, hence the depth being flat without a group submersion in film. Then, we have the paired concrete, the two points, time, a system of measure, offering volume, not present inside the mind, where there is no matter, only shapes of up to three dimensions, hence without time, or the public mutter or profile tracker, from using time, without one of three forms, instruments and sensory input.
Finally, we have the calculus master, the homosexual top, the political advisor. They’ve put a man or woman, in a bowel infarcation, then gotten them out, with 42 proof sake or any spirit, rum preferred for the drifter’s crowd, like Karl Panzram. The calculus master, is the political advisor, selecting a particularly popular film or theater or story, that had debuted on stage, for the politician to follow the plot of.
So where do we find Karl Panzram, someone who had killed people on four continents? What was his job?
Karl Panzram, was a journalist and an actor, an impossible combination of roles, hence he was liable to be the potential producer of the same program that had drawn in the failed actor to steal his soul. Whatever the actor was doing, in film or on stage, Karl Panzram did, and since he was a journalist, a cartoonist, he actually managed to achieve what he saw him doing. James Cagney, was the thief, of Karl Panzram’s soul, and Karl Panzram acted out James Cagney in gangster movies as a black noir bandit, African-American portrayed as white, every single time.
Karl Panzram, was a jazz man, and probably a fan of baseball, too. He was from Minnesota, making him a Cubs fan. Before the actor stole his soul, certainly a White Sox fan.
The White Sox, as an institution, oppose prostitution of school girls. James Cagney was a pedophile.