How to Defraud the Massachusetts State Police (Glasses Are Always in the First Place You Looked)

This is simple to execute, easy to conceive, and is funny to play with.

First, we need to consider the old testament, that crime, to be sustainable, has to function on religion, an antiquity form of law enforcement, removed from academia due to being outdated in terms of human rights.

Second, we need to consider that academics are not the sole purchase of police work, hence art must be employed, with academics as a channeling force, otherwise we’re duplicating the police work into a failed religious update, bringing the system backwards into the space invoked.

Last, we have to consider that a sport, is religion of the most ancient form, the wager, and a particular sport’s betting culture, not the competition, is the important part, since the player always loses, and the investor always wins, but in different ways.

So let’s take a market. Crime always has a simple concept, a booking scheme. The books, are always seen, by police, and you want to put this, in a university’s reach, so the cops see it. This way, one gets greedy.

Second, we take a piece of modular art, non-linear but episodic or installed, and take two particular disjointed concepts, a core feature from two modules. We combine them, in a humorous way, to your personal interpretation of the meaning, making the scheme impossible to duplicate or understand, by anyone but you, particularly the greedy cop.

Finally, we need the cop’s sport. It should be something national, that suits you in humor, hence you have not played it, but you understand it vividly, as putting the cop, the unit, and the flunked religious tradition of outfit, inside the player, not you, the investor, the sole inheritor of the entire league.

For protection, of course.

So let’s take UMass-Amherst, at the transfixture point, between Albany, New York, Hartford, Buffalo, Montpelier, Montreal, Ottawa, I-90 (The Massachusetts Turnpike), and I-95 between New Hampshire and Florida and Cape Cod.

Second, we take the grass market. Easy, cheap, cops never touch it, they make money off it from governor’s returns of campus fraternities in both major political parties, Delta Pi (Republican politicians) and Omega Phi (Democrat politicians), since they also run lawyers and prosecutors and defense attorneys.

Now, let’s take our piece de la resistance. We take Seinfeld, with four characters. Seinfeld, let’s call mine, a bodega fraud artist. Costanza, let’s call mine, a failed spy. Elaine, let’s call mine, a military brass’s daughter. J. Peterman, let’s call mine, a drug kingpin.

We put them on Even Steven, hires a guy in a green jacket, to do a military assassination.

Finally, the sport. Who is J. Peterman? Alpine, the ski, snow, and cross sport. It’s a reckless market investment for the player, an open admission of homosexuality, particularly in French culture, because it means you’re irresponsible in your behavior, and your parents are not going to will or inherit you your money, you’ve caused a market rally, for the treasury (the ski lodge), to steal your money, just for playing, and now, you can’t master even basic economics, such as an allowance from your parents, as a toddler, five bucks, without buying candy, because you’re retarded, you ski.

Who plays ski, a monkey on a rocket pack?

Cops don’t have rocket packs yet, but I’m just the minority report.

The French.

Published by cheater120

Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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