2002

Wednesday, January 02, 2002

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

These past few days have been filled with surprises.

On Monday I saw my chiropractor. All my symptoms had returned. However, Amoxicillin can and often does do that to me. I experienced my first nose bleed in a few weeks, and gained six pounds. I weighed 183 pounds. (What I have never mentioned is that the nose bleeds were always on my LEFT side. It was my RIGHT lung which partially collapsed in the fall of 1999. My original assumption was that the left lung is working extra hard to compensate for a weak right lung, therefore the membranes become exhausted and bleed. My second theory is that this is linked to the area of the central nervous system which is dysfunctional.)

Today I am at 181 pounds and am otherwise feeling great, despite yesterday's events.

My septic system backed-up into both bathrooms.

I last had it cleaned-out in August of 2000. Although the previous date it was done was the spring of 1998, I thought the infection was dead in my system and resolved that it can and probably will breed in the septic tank.

I had to pay a surcharge for holiday emergency services. The tank was full and 20% solid--a very high figure. They showed me the pipe from the house into the tank.

I have been in that house for 35 years. No one has ever asked me if a truck drove by. I said even if it did, it did not parallel park with the house.

The lid of the tank was also decomposed.

It is true that both these instruments were the originals for this house. However, I find it no coincidence that this happened as I completed 3/4 of the antibiotic treatments.

As I looked at the remains of the pipe, and wondered if this is what affected areas of my brain look like, I suddenly remembered a piece of family history I had not thought about in many years.

My grandmother's mother was the only one of nine children to survive small pox. Unfortunately, it left her with many prominent scars. In this web-site, I have often questioned why I am the only survivor of the British genocide. The possible answer is that I inherited a resistance trait.

I have attempted to research if small pox is a central nervous system disorder, but have found no information as to which system it attacks.

This leads me into my next subject.

Even if this Padma/Amox combination is my cure, I will not be able to ascertain it as such for a few months. If it is not, perhaps there is a third infection situated in my brain. If it is, there may be brain damage. I cannot scientifically state anything with certainty because no one has invented an x-ray or sonogram for the central nervous system. However, I do know that the best treatment is exercise of the brain.

If I return to customer service, I will not be able to perform such exercise because registers are not intellectually stimulating.

And then, I am afraid, affected areas of my brain will shut-down.

I need a job in my field. I know I canNOT accept the jobs I described above because this web-site is an obvious and forbidden conflict of interest.

But there are certain individuals who are preventing me from pursuing my needs. I believe you have witnessed enough that you know who they are. I do not want to become overly-aggressive and state their company names.

I would very much appreciate if you would boycott these, which would include canceling all subscriptions.

As you do this, I will be performing my own boycott in that I will stop listening to the radio. If they need me, I will not be available to help. Georgie-Pooh is on his own.

As the investigation into the events of September 11, 2001 progresses, I would like to ask a few more questions.

I understand Prime Minister Tony the Pony's concern for the unfortunate deaths of 11 British tourists. In tribute to these people, I would like to know more about their identities. Perhaps he is so-filled with emotion because they were his personal friends.

I would also like to take this moment to talk to the British people directly.

Is this the government you want?

Do you want a government which allies with biochemical-weapon-wielding peoples who are now, and perhaps always have, using such weapons against their British host?

Do you want to lose more than your agricultural and tourist industries to this madness?

Do you believe that continuing this alliance (i.e., turning further away from the waters) will help you regain your losses?

Do you realize that your most powerful weapons of the last one-hundred years, are now your worst enemy?

Do you want the reputation as a country whose exemplification of British medical excellence is a pharmacist from Brooklyn who was convicted of Conspiracy in the Fourth Degree/Class E Felony?

Do you want a reputation as a country whose most famous mother did not know that babies are treated by pediatricians?

Do you want a Parliament which takes your tax dollars and uses these to finance a self-destructive Marshall Plan?

Do you want a reputation as a country whose brain-drain was so-serious that it cannot save itself from itself?

I urge you to use your democratic freedoms to dissolve Parliament and replace your elected representatives with those who will take your tax dollars and do something more productive.

When you telephone them, you can tell them you are from the Coalition Against Making a Fool Out of England.

I would also like to return to the subject of American Airlines and make a correction.

I was confused as to which hijacked airplanes were owned by this company. I have since researched this and learned that on September 11th there were four planes; two AA and two United. I have also learned that these all originated from international airports despite their domestic journeys: Dulles, Newark and Logan.

I believe that the most important preventative information is the information which American Airlines gave the British Government as it attempted to takeover British Airways. I will make the very uneducated guess that AA has business ties with United.

I have other interesting news. The problem with this news is that I am only 30% certain of my facts so therefore I am concealing the country in which these events allegedly took place, and am NOT stating if it involves Riaz Hussein. I will state that it does NOT involve the famous mother (i.e., British Customs Official).

I would like to also state that Hussein was a floater pharmacist who visited many pharmacies as needed.

Early in the year of 2001, on a date I cannot remember, a mother brought home a prescription to her child. It haunted me. I did not know why.

In early August I heard rumors that a child was sick and, of course, it was my fault even though no one had yet found an excuse as to why.

But whose child was it?

I called Robert Tesaro (i.e., the pharmacist who gave me the reprimand).

"Is someone's child sick?"

He knew of no one.

I gave a list of all parents.

No, no, no.

I then gave the information I had at the time, that three-hundred people were infected at Heathrow Airport, but none of them transmitted it to their families.

He thought for a moment and then said, "It can't leave the pharmacy."

Then he quickly terminated the phone call.

I would like to here emphasize that if this occurred in England, they may have contacted Robert for help, especially since I placed the Aerobic 0-7 into his hands and begged him to relay this information to any customers with my symptoms.

I never heard about it again. But a few days ago, I remembered the prescription and realized that I never saw the doctor's script (i.e., written prescription) for it. But then again, why would I have seen it?

I have no further information. But if there was no prescription, and if the child is dead, then it is premeditated murder by the mother.

On January 10th, the gas companies have their deadline for plugging all the leaks which are significant factors in our pump-prices. I doubt if their efforts will satisfy all of the issues, although I admit I cannot personally view all of their lines. As this deadline approaches, I would like to remind you of a fact you probably already know.

There is a toll-free directory for toll-free numbers; 1-800-555-1212.

These companies probably have such customer service numbers. If you do not mind the burden on your telephone bill, I would appreciate if you would telephone their executive offices.

Friday, January 04, 2002

I appreciate all of your support. But nothing has happened. I thought about applying for a job in customer service, but then I realized that the prospective company will probably demand free advertising on this web-site. I do not want to tell anyone where to find me. No company will ever understand that. And, of course, the executive will cry. I was suspended from CVS for making Cathy Calcutti cry, and suspended from the department store for making my manager cry. Everything is my fault, whether or not they are still trying to find an excuse as to why.

The companies are, of course, The New York Times, WNBC, and WCBS.

When I went job hunting in August of 2000 and the spring of 2001, I found employers who were willing to match the $9.10/hour salary I received at the department store. Instead, I had to accept $7.00 and $7.50/hour jobs because the department store was waiting for me to beg for my job back at the devalued salary of $9/hour. The well-managed $55 million dollar company could not survive without its 10-cents, so therefore my employment pursuits were interfered with.

In addition to these issues, on January 23rd my school district will be voting on a bond for $67.7 million dollars for "crucially important" additions and building improvements. Our elections are always in May, and we always have more than three weeks notice. The Board of Education is also soliciting a compliment for the fact that the original proposal was for $91 million. And, of course, if I disagree with these necessities I am anti-child.

But even if I did agree that this money is needed, there is nothing wrong with sending a message to the children that I can't afford it.

My house is appraised at $325,000. This year I will pay approximately $4,000 in school taxes and $3,000 in property taxes. This does NOT include the $1,000 tax reduction resultant of New York State's STAR program for those without children.

When I originally became active in the anti-child/ efficient-money-management-is-better/ anti-door-to-door-bus-service campaign, it was at the same time I was forbidden from receiving equal pay for equal script work. This campaign against me continued when I was forbidden from working.

It is my democratic freedom to question how my tax dollars are being spent. But the decision for me was that I was active in this issue for the same reason I refused to sign-over my copyrights in exchange for impregnation-sex by a married man without health or life insurance policies with a ten-million dollar debt (which would be easily financed by selling my copyrights with his celebrity authorship) and with AIDS. I was called crazy for failing to understand this reasoning.

And I was a child-hater.

Fellow activists cooperated with this abrogation of my rights. They resolved that because these are powerful people, it must be good for me. They decided I would eventually understand this, and thank them later.

But after seeing the figures of the teachers' salaries, these abrogators have forgiven me. And, of course, other events have led them to believe that my refusal to surrender my right to employment for less than $10/hour, does not mean I hate children.

And even if my prospective husband was unmarried, healthy, and respected the Constitution, they have forgiven me for failing to understand that he needs me to travel to the West Coast to chase after him.

But at that time, they also resolved that I had inherited so much money, that I should not care whether or not I received equal pay for equal work, or how much the tax bill is. But even if I did inherit such money, I would still worry about the educational condition I see these children in, and the other issue is none of their business and a manifestation of communist practices. The executive producer was very sensitive to the communist issue because he has a military background. He immediately had the store manager to whom I made these comments transferred-out. He was also forbidden from speaking to me.

On another local subject, I believe I know who the trespasser on my property was. I believe it is the one who once said to my mother and I that the rules of discipline did not apply to his son because his son is athletic. His exact choice of words were, "He is right now at swimming practice." And then he expected the argument to conclude. I had to write the book to understand what he meant. His reasoning is logical for chimpanzees.

I would like to change the subject and discuss the issue I mentioned briefly on the 2nd of this month; the lack of existence of an x-ray or sonogram for the central nervous system.

When I worked at The Vitamin Shoppe, I saw many people who were sick for years with undiagnosed conditions. Like myself, they were told they were stressed-out, "delusional", etc. Almost every case was eventually correctly diagnosed to be of the nervous system, even though the evidence was circumstantial. And some of the evidence included the nature of the remedies which finally worked.

On January 11th, as you know, another telephone-protest of ours will begin involving gas leaks and pump-prices.

I would like you to telephone executive offices or customer service numbers of companies of whom you have witnessed a leak and give them five business days to fix it.

If you are an employee and are afraid of retribution for blowing-the-whistle, it may not be so-easy for you. I therefore would like these companies to assure employees that there will be NO RETRIBUTION, even if you are proven mistaken. The Constitution protects those who make innocent mistakes. We all make misjudgments, but that is not an excuse to fail to investigate.

When you make this telephone call, I would appreciate if you would also speak to the issue of rights of whistle-blowers.

Monday, January 07, 2002

I would like to reconstruct the events of 2001

based on all of the information I have

and my imagination.

In January of 2001, Riaz Hussein began his employment as a floater pharmacist with CVS pharmacy. His first assignment, after his two days of training, was the overnight shift at the Mount Kisco store.

After all of the pharmacy associates left for the night, Riaz received a few visitors, including his good friend Osama Ben Laden.

Osama: "Is she dead yet?"

Riaz (holding his head down): "No."

Osama: "Why not?"

Riaz: "I don't know. But I have enough to put into her system to kill her. If she survives, Prince William has assured us that he will financially manipulate her into starvation."

Osama: "I love British tradition. Will he live long enough to do this?"

Riaz: "Yes."

Osama: "How sick is she?"

Riaz: "Prince William could not lure her back to England for an opportunity to sexually attack him. She must have severe liver damage."

Osama: "Very good. When will you poison the Queen?"

Riaz: "When I return to England, when we celebrate Ms. Lehman's death."

Osama: "We should be able to colonize England by the end of this year, and then extort more money from the United States. I am here to pick-up methylphenidate pills. You cannot mail these to me from the United States. We do not have British friends in this postal service."

Riaz (picking-up an 8.5 x 11 inch binder): "They carefully keep inventory of all narcotics for the New York State Board of Regents."

Osama: "So give me a prescription."

Riaz (holding-up a form): "All such prescriptions are on these triplicate forms and signed by a doctor who keeps one copy."

Osama: "Can you at least give me a few pills? Would Ms. Lehman know?"

Riaz: "Prince William has arranged with Cathy Calcutti, the lead technician, that she will not become a pharmacy technician."

The overnight store manager then entered the pharmacy and ordered Riaz's friends to leave.

Manager: "If anything is missing, they will blame you."

They left.

At a later date, William Ricciardi, the head pharmacist, confronted Riaz Hussein with the act of poisoning Vivian Lehman's inhaler in 1998. Riaz then stole 200 pills of methylphenidate (brand named Ritalin) and left permanently.

On August 28, 2001, Vivian Lehman established her website.

British Airways lost much business and expected greater losses.

American Airlines converged on this business opportunity.

England's Prime Minister Tony Blair and his good friend Osama Ben Laden insisted this must be stopped. But by this time, she had enough sympathizers that this was not possible. So these two friends resolved to force the United States to change its mind. Osama explained the plan to Tony.

Osama: "The plane from Dulles will take-off at 8:21 am, and the one from Newark will take-off at 8:43 am. Your friend(s) with the biochemical bombs should be out of the World Trade Towers before the crash. Did you acquire the security codes from American Airlines for AA and United?'

Tony: "Yes. I told them they could not further their negotiations without providing this information. These are..."

Osama met with his lead hijacker.

Osama: "You are well enough trained to know better than to tell the other hijackers that this is a suicide mission. They must only know at the last minute, but will have no way of escaping. Here are some pills of methylphenidate to keep them calm, energetic and able to concentrate. There will be four planes. The first two will leave Boston's Logan at 7:58 am and 8:00 am. You must kill the British official(s) inside of the World Trade Towers. The second two will go towards Washington. Prime Minister Blair does not nor will not know that there are four planes and that two will go to the capitol."

Hijacker: "Does President Bush suspect anything?"

Osama: "You're kidding me, right?"

On September 11th, Tony the Pony realized he had been lied to.

He was as angry as President Georgie-Pooh was for the loss of 3,000 US citizens. So he resolved to perform a military role equal to that of the US. This would also ensure British leadership within Afghanistan which would certainly prevent anything like this from happening again.

Wednesday, January 09, 2002

I have always believed that Sadaam Hussein and other Arab leaders like him would be most terrified if we all ran out into our streets hitting ourselves and screaming "Down with Hussein, etc." These leaders have their peoples practice this for broadcast to us, because it is what is most terrifying to them.

But we are aquatic apes. We do not hit ourselves (i.e., we are non-abusive), or scream with uncontrolled emotions (i.e., such areas of our brain evolved to a human state over four million years ago), or repeat the same sentence over-and-over (i.e., our language centers are too well developed for such).

One of the British Embassies is located at 845 Third Avenue in New York City. If you do walk by, please do NOT walk on the same side of the street. I would like 3,000 people/day to walk by to remember our loss of September 11th.

I also have a correction to make. When I talked about my memories of my childhood story of "My Pet Kitten", I explained that I now understand that when looking for a serious perpetrator in your life, look directly in front of you. Of course, this was only metaphorically speaking.

When I worked at the department store, we watched WABC news in the lounge during dinner. This network NEVER sent malicious nor hostile messages, and there were NO scientific theories as to why I did not want to buy impregnation. And to my knowledge, they are NOT owned by a British Company. I am therefore declaring them the communication and information leaders in this demonstration of aquatic ape prowess. I am only sorry that I cannot see what all of you are seeing as our teamwork is evolving.

We will show Osama Ben Laden what it means to be an aquatic ape.

Thursday, January 10, 2002

I don't know if we are frightening him. But this much I do know.

He and the British Government know that we know that Osama Ben Laden and his friends are in the British Embassy of New York City, and that we are closely watching the situation. It is unfortunate that it is legally inviolable British territory, but it is better than if they were in UK-proper.

We must continue to watch this building. We must help law enforcement record every license plate number which arrives and leaves from it. We must also help them memorize these numbers (one number per person) and track any activity. I realize that finding these cars out on the road is a needle-in-a-haystack pursuit, but it is our needle and if enough of us seek it, we hopefully shall find it. Henceforth, they will be less likely to consider smuggling him out or biochemical weapons in.

The State Department must also create a toll-free number for anyone who spots any of these vehicles, and each of us must program this number into our hands-free car phone.

United Kingdom airplanes and cruise ships cannot be admitted into the United States because this facilitates smuggling. These planes are also considered their territory. So Air Canada, British Airways, all cruise ships etc., cannot enter. This must go into effect immediately.

I realize that the United States government is not going to want to take the next step and forbid all other airlines of all other countries from making a direct journey from any area of the UK into the US, but it must be done. If British citizens still need to come to this country, they can travel on Luftansa and transfer in Berlin, where there is very strict security.

Although I realize that the British Government will formally deny all above allegations, I believe it is still in our best interest to apply for extradition papers if they ever acknowledge the presence of Osama or any of his close associates within British territory. If they are going to continue to play innocent, then they must acknowledge the possibility of his appearance within their territory, and the necessity to have all paperwork in proper order as soon as possible.

Another immediate step we must take is to assign our military personnel stationed in England to jam British military radar and communications systems such that they cannot monitor our activity.

I would like to talk more about Prussia and the United States.

Baron von Frederick William Augustus Henry Ferdinand Steuben was a Prussian soldier. According to my grandmother's Encyclopaedia Britannica, he

"arrived at Portsmouth, New Hampshire on December 1st, 1777, and offered his services to Congress as a volunteer. In March of 1778, he began drilling the inexperienced soldiers at Valley Forge....He trained the soldiers admirably, adapting Prussian military ideas to the needs of his pupils...Congress passed a vote of thanks and gave him a gold-hilted sword in 1784, and later granted him a pension of $2,500."

He spent the last years of his life in Steubenville, New York.

I realize I might be defending Germany too much. After all, they did not give peoples, such as those in London, an opportunity to evacuate before they began bombing.

Friday, January 11, 2002

You are doing a wonderful job watching him. It is my understanding that some of you have taken the initiative to also watch the other British embassies in Washington, D.C. and Los Angeles, and UN Mission in the United States, as well as those of the Chinese, French, Belgian and Russians. I believe that is a wonderful idea. Thank you.

As you already know, today is the day we begin demanding of gas companies to control leaks. And the technique we will use to accomplish this is to telephone their customer service or executive offices, and explain where we have witnessed these leaks. We also need to demand of them to encourage employee whistle-blowing by issuing assurances that no retaliation will follow.

Although this may seem unrelated to the issue of Osama Ben Laden, it appears to me that the sale of oil and gas is the best technique he and his associates have to extort money from us. So while all those major gas and oil companies are waving flags in front of their stores, this is their opportunity to illuminate the colors with actions.

Companies may not want to encourage whistle-blowing. But it is time they recognized that this is only counter-productive to themselves. I would like to see them present themselves as exemplifications to the rest of the world of what turning toward the waters can accomplish. It is good for profits, sales, and preventative national security.

I would like Prime Minister Tony the Pony to tell us about those 11 British "tourists". Were they parents, grandparents, school teachers, sales associates...or were they government/military officials?

Although I do not have a television set, I do occasionally read magazines. And I have not seen Tony the Pony's face in a long time.

Show your face!!!

Part II, Friday, January 11, 2002

I was just reading the December 24, 2001 issue of Time magazine, page 48, and learned that an al-Qaeda expert is at the University of St. Andrews in Scotland.

What is so-amazing is that this is the school which Prince William is attending. And I never knew why he made this selection.

William took a year off from school from the Fall of 2000 thru the Spring of 2001, but I have never learned of where he was, or why he took the leave of absence.

Was he in Afghanistan? Did he witness Afghani men beat women, and enjoy it?

I know that the reason why he maintains a television screen between us is because he does not want me to see him. Is this what I should not see?

Or maybe it is God maintaining the television barrier because he is forbidding the marriage?

Does William understand that his role as future king will be as leader of the Anglican church? Would he like to make a list of all his sins? Or perhaps it would be easier to make a list of all of his moral behavior? Does God want him to be king? Is he able to use my remedies to recover?

I already lost all respect for the people of England. Now I have lost the small amount of respect I still had for William.

Everyone seems concerned that I will soften and ease our grip on Osama Ben Laden. I would like to very sincerely assure everyone that I will not turn away from what I was created to do. And even if I do, would that stop all of you? Aside from the fact that I need, for scientific purposes, to understand what this poison was.

Monday, January 14, 2002

I would like to continue my script,

"Diary of a Septic Tank"

It was September 12, 2001. Osama was due to receive some visitors in his apartment in the British Embassy of New York City.

Among the officials of the embassy was Emmi (male or female, but hereinafter referred to as female for arbitrary reasons only). Her body was riddled with large cancerous rumors. Like everyone else in the building, she had been reading the madcow website. According to this, biochemical weapons can be employed by wearing these odorlessly. Unfortunately, her doctor discouraged herbal self-experimentation.

She knew she first felt ill after Osama first moved-in eight months earlier. And she knew she only had short period of time to live.

She carefully hid a camera in the room in which Osama was about to receive his friends. He did not use his office for gatherings because he kept there confidential information, and his bedroom was too small.

The video was fuzzy, and the cream colored walls could be misconstrued as rock. It was disappointing. But nonetheless, she left this with her husband to be released after her demise.

Since her diagnosis, other embassy officials have visited their physicians frequently complaining of mysterious symptoms such as digestive problems, shortness of breath, red meat eating binges, hormonal imbalances, swollen glands, and memory problems.

And they were all referred to psychologists.

As the aquatic apes progressed to close all leaks in their oil and gas lines, a reduction in dependency on imports became inevitable. It was the Embassy's worst nightmare that the US would no longer be OPEC-dependent. After all, OPEC not only extorted, it also distributed money. Otherwise, Her Majesty, the Queen, might have to waitress tables.

Tuesday, January 15, 2002

Our military has finished searching Afghanistan, and has not found him. Law enforcement authorities in New York City are now helping us monitor Osama Ben Laden in his residence which I believe to be the British Embassy at 845 Third Avenue.

I would like to remind everyone NOT to walk on the same side of the street as this Embassy without a gas mask. Although I realize it is possible that these gases can cross through the traffic of Third Avenue, I don't find it likely. To my knowledge, based on what I heard on the news, none of the tourists who visited the World Trade Towers site became sick, and none of the non-pharmacy associates, including the overnight manager, experienced any symptoms.

I would like to return to the script.

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was early December of 2001. Osama ben Laden sat before his television set in his office in the British Embassy observing United States citizens ease their fear of flying. They enjoyed returning to their business trips, and family reunions. This, it was anticipated, would help reinvigorate their economy.

Hatred filled his eyes.

He planned another attack.

He called his good friend Prime Minister Tony Blair of England.

Osama: "I need more security codes. I would like a small remote airport which may not have tightened its security."

Tony: "I only have codes for international airports such as Newark, Logan and Dulles. American Airlines had no reason to give me anything else."

Osama hung-up the phone.

Tony was startled. His dog looked at him.

Tony (petting the dog): "It's okay. As soon as she closes-out her web-site, our nation's economy will receive much more cash than we were receiving before. I have no other economic stimulus package. We would have received it after September 11th, except we had to invade. We would have received it after her death, but she is still alive. We would have received it at the time she was poisoned, but we had to wait for her death, and the deaths of certain diplomatic officials. We would have..."

The window outside of Tony's office was a mixture of clouds of various dark shades. And a dense fog hovered over the building.

Osama then remembered that springtime bloom would soon return to Paris, boosting its tourist industry. He knew he could only colonize nations with devastated economies.

He called Tony back.

Osama: "I'll take the code for Charles de Gaulle airport."

Tony very kindly gave him the information, forgetting about the earlier rudeness.

Wednesday, January 16, 2002

On Friday I saw my chiropractor. It was the second time I saw her and her receptionist since I figured-out that Osama Ben Laden is hiding in the British Embassy of New York City. I was still in a state of shock. I finally told them about my web-site.

The receptionist asked, "Do you know what the size of the reward is?"

I guessed, "One million."

"Twenty-five," she corrected. "That's going to look so good on you!"

It took a few days before I comprehended. Until that moment, it never occurred to me that there was a reward. The radio never mentioned it. It was never offered for Sadaam Hussein when we engaged in war with him.

And when I did comprehend, I decided to repeat a few more times on this web-site the information of his location. I also had some of the text printed on card stock paper, so it would not tear, for transport to President Georgie-Pooh. The print-out began from the first page of the script and ended with my last entry. I affixed my full signature to the bottom of each of the 12 pages.

Two days ago I transmitted it Express Mail so I would have a tracking number and receipt. It finally arrived at the White House this morning and was refused.

I know I am in the White House computer for receipt of mail. This was undoubtedly a refusal by Georgie himself.

It is not just the money-issue which hurts, it is the fact that I know that if I was anyone else, this package would have been received.

Georgie-Pooh's ancestral history delivered him from a servant who cleaned out the pea-chairs of Prince William's ancestors, to an attorney whose greatest skill is his lack of stage-fright as he reads speeches written for him.

William's ancestral history delivered him from those whose corruption and blood-thirst were easily documented, to those who can do better.

And if their partnership develops further in any way I would like impeachment hearings to begin.

I know William expects to easily excite me by offering me jewelry. I can't wait to wear the three pieces Princess Diana inherited from her father. And I know that Georgie-Pooh believes that my excitement will eliminate my desire for justice. But, of course, I have a sex-drive problem and their techniques always fail. They are waiting for my recovery. Perhaps William's current charity is medical research to cure such problems.

But I doubt if I will ever wear these. As an aquatic ape, I need a large game hunter. That is, not a hunter who is a sportsman, but a real hunter who is a survivalist. William and I are not of the same species. Reproduction is impossible. He understands this and hides from me because he is better capable of classifying himself than I am of myself. Such self-understanding is also intrinsic to the condition of non-mermaids and non-large-game hunters. But because the aquatic apes prioritize work, rather than subversion, they do not always understand the hierarchy these other peoples create. These other peoples know there is something wrong with themselves, and the entire direction of their evolution is to find better techniques to hide what is wrong and manipulate from a distance, without the aquatic apes knowing that such a distance exists. These other peoples have spent the last ten million years honing this skill.

When I worked in the pharmacy, I heard that Andrew was not receiving all of his paychecks. I gave William five business days to straighten this out or I would give Andrew REAL photography of me. I don't know what happened but I never heard about it again.

Thursday, January 24, 2002

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was December 23, 2001. The hijacker arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport. Security stopped him and questioned him. He had to leave. He called his good friend Osama Ben Laden and told him what happened. Osama telephoned his friend in the leadership structure of the French government.

It was December 24th, and the hijacker was allowed to bypass security.

The French government expressed its horror over the events. Almost magically and heroically, they immediately knew the hijackers real name and his birth place of Sri Lanka.

It was January of 2002. The aquatic apes proceeded to close their oil and gas leaks. The United States imported 150 million barrels-per-day of such, and they found an equal number of leaks which each discharged at least one barrel-per-day. OPEC contributed 15% of this supply, and was no longer needed. Russia and Mexico's contributions were slowly being eliminated also.

The money stopped for the French and British. It was income they needed to manage their otherwise impotent economies. In France, medicine was socialized and all such workers stopped receiving their governmental paychecks. They promptly went on strike. The French government did not know how to explain to them that extortion-money had stopped coming-in. And they did not know how to ask the United States for help without admitting to the cause of the financial trauma and the explanation as to how it happened at the same time OPEC could no longer extort money from the United States.

It was January 25th. The FBI agents stormed the British Embassy of New York City. They took Osama and his close associates, including the leader of the Taliban, into custody. The Consulate General telephoned President Georgie-Pooh.

Cons. General: "They took Osama Ben Laden while storming the place."

Georgie-Pooh: "I thought you said he wasn't in there."

Then the Consulate General's face turned colors and he hung-up the telephone. He telephoned Kofi Anon, the Secretary General of the United Nations.

Kofi Anon telephoned President Georgie-Pooh.

Anon: "You can't do that."

Georgie-Pooh: "We didn't do anything, except take Osama and his friends into custody."

Anon: "But he wasn't in the Embassy."

Georgie-Pooh: "Neither were we."

Anon: "But you have them in custody."

Georgie-Pooh: "That is correct."

Prime Minister Tony the Pony then called a press conference.

Tony the Pony: "They have no legal right to storm an embassy!!!!!!!!"

ABC news reporter: "Why did the embassy officials violate international law by storing biochemical weapons in there?"

Tony the Pony: "We could not have had any biochemical weapons in there because they are illegal. The FBI video was not of the inside of our Embassy."

ABC news reporter: "Then how do you know they stormed the British Embassy?"

Tony: "Ah...But...Um...It was illegal. They will pay. We need that money or our markets will collapse."

Georgie-Pooh gave a press conference.

Georgie-Pooh: "We found them standing in front of the British Embassy. The video was of the inside of his apartment in New York City. Vice President Cheney figured-out where they were standing all of this time, and he will receive the twenty-five million dollar reward."

WQXR's advertisers cancelled reserved time slots, so they appealed to the German companies for help, which WQXR immediately received.

Prince William was attending college. He proofread his term paper.

Prince William: "The Taliban local leader needed money. He looked at the homes of a nearby village. He noticed one which was more ornate than the others. He researched the bank records of the owners. He accused the father of stealing from the government and ordered his hand publicly amputated. Then, to reimburse the victimized institution, he arranged for the acquisition of all of his family's properties including land cultivated and owned by his brothers. The Taliban leader then purchased personal luxuries such as..."

Prince William attached photographs he took, including one of the gold watch he wore.

Monday, January 28, 2002

For the past few weeks I have felt myself deteriorate. My ability to move my neck regressed, and my appetite diminished. Nausea became a new and constant symptom, as well as the other digestive problems.

It has always been my understanding that vitamin B-12 is for nerve damage. But for me it did nothing. I assume because nerve damage is not a correct characterization of the problem. Another B vitamin which exists but is not available in the US marketplace is B-17. It is also known as Laetrile. I found that it treated the itch at the base of my spine. So I took 1,000 mg/three-times-per-day. For me, it works like a B-vitamin.

Approximately one week ago, I noticed what seemed to be the return of the Shingles rash. I was treated for this in May of 1999, shortly before the abdominal distention began. This time, the doctor looked at the tiny rash, not certain what it was. I insisted it was in exactly the same place.

Neither time was it painful. However, I believe this might be because of my strong central nervous system.

He gave me Valtrex again and I felt my system reinvigorate as well as my neck capabilities return to normal.

On Friday I felt the symptoms intensify. I called my doctor and told him I might hospitalize myself. He said they won't admit me without a verifiable illness.

Around 5 pm, my slippers were on the floor of my bedroom with vomit, and my nightgown was on the bathroom floor with diarrhea. I could barely walk. I threw-on another nightgown and looked into the mirror and saw a sheet of white with two brown dots. I said to myself, "That is the face of death call 911."

And I did.

"Okay, Vivian, we'll be there in ten minutes."

A few minutes later a police officer arrived as I sat on the floor six feet away from the two small pieces of luggage I carefully packed a few months ago in anticipation of this day.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Turn-off the water in the house." And I explained where the pipes are.

He did and checked all of the pipes downstairs. He found no leaks.

The ambulance workers arrived and I heard someone address me by my name. I looked up and saw another neighbor with whom I never had any trouble. It was good to see a familiar face.

Into the ambulance and onto the hospital. The feeling of looking at my house as the ambulance pulled me away from it was almost overwhelming.

They inserted an IV tube into me. Of course it hurt, and I kicked hitting the other female in front of me. She raised her voice.

"Don't you dare kick me. How old are you? Thirty-five? Don't you dare kick me."

I asked for her name and for specification that she is a doctor. She changed her attitude.

My wristband did not have this doctor's name, but rather another doctor whom I never saw. At the pharmacy, such practice was not permitted for identification of pharmacists who handle each prescription.

I fell asleep and eventually looked-up to see another doctor in front of me. He told me he was there for my doctor.

Around 10:30 pm I was transferred to my room. The first nurse was an RN and the first medical expert to notice my abdominal distention, and comment on the abnormality.

I asked for my pocketbook because in there was my asthma inhaler. I was wheezing, although not severely. I made three phone calls and was finally told by another annoyed RN that she could not leave the floor and I would have to wait. I asked for a nebulizer but was told that my doctor did not authorize it. I told him later that he must automatically authorize this whenever I am in the hospital, especially since next time I might not have my pocketbook with me.

One hour after my first request I received it.

In the morning I did not have an RN but rather a nurse's assistant.

Breakfast was served but they missed my room. She guessed it was because my door was closed, and said she would retrieve it for me. After she finished her tasks I reminded her of this. She said if I asked again, I would not receive any breakfast.

I ate everything. I was feeling better and waiting to talk my doctor's partner. They wanted to do another blood test.

I said I wanted to wait until after I spoke to him because this will be applied to an insurance deductible.

"It's okay," she insisted over-and-over, because I could not have been admitted until after they verified if I have insurance.

It was her understanding that because I have insurance, everything is paid for.

I refused. She left.

She then wanted to give me another IV bag. But I had eaten breakfast, and did not believe I needed both.

She had another tantrum, and left the bag on top of the IV equipment.

I assured her that I knew what I was doing because my grandfather was a surgeon.

She insisted I could not be doing a very good job because I was admitted into the hospital.

As per this doctor's request, the hospital psychiatrist came to see me. I was glad to see him.

For a long time I had been pressured to seek such help because the gastroenterologist insisted I had psychologically-induced irritable bowel syndrome, even though he also insisted I had to have a colonopscopy to look for physical problems. A veterinarian I spoke to once suggest that I go for the psychological clean health report and then return to the other experts. But whom should I go to? I decided this psychiatrist probably worked on salary and would not anxiously seek another patient but rather would give an honest assessment.

I called another neighbor and asked her to come to the hospital to obtain a key to my house to retrieve my two small pieces of luggage and winter coat. I told her I only thought about the house when they came. "Oh, sure," she said.

I called her once before on January 1st, 1999. It was Saturday morning. I was sick and I knew they did their grocery shopping on that day. I asked for a bag of apples.

She brought my luggage. I dressed and announced I am discharging myself. But, of course, the IV equipment had to be removed from my arm.

The nurse's assistant called the doctor while standing outside of my room. With a bellowing voice which the whole wing must have heard, she told him the whole story, including the part in which the hospital psychiatrist came to see me and that I refused anti-depressant medications such as Prozac and Zoloft.

But he never offered any medications.

The nurse's assistant then offered to transfer the call to me and after we talked for awhile I asked why he ordered the blood test early in the morning.

He said it was because the blood test taken in the emergency room showed a high white blood cell count indicating an infection. He wanted to reaffirm that. But we both then concluded that I had an infection.

He then decided to authorize my discharge.

I spoke to my doctor this morning, and he decided to stop all medications.

My theory is that the Valtrex did what antibiotics often do to me--allow me to become better and then send me on a nose-dive.

I will also offer another theory.

I believe that the Amoxicillin usefulness has expired. It killed the bacterial infection. I will additionally guess that this first infection somehow suppressed the virus now being attacked by the Valtrex.

Against doctor's orders, I am taking 1,500 units/three-times-per-day of this, as well as the same number of Padma pills and Laetrile, 500 mg.

It is my understanding that the Shingles rash begins just under the rib cage on the right side and then envelopes around the back. Is this the region of the diaphragm muscle? I believe this is a Shingles-imitator, which also weakens the diaphragm.

While I was in the hospital, it is my understanding that German companies have begun to financially colonize the weak UK economy. And the UK is adjusting to the loss of OPEC-welfare by taking the additional initiative of internal invigoration techniques for its economy.

Thursday, February 07, 2002

My Darling William;

I smashed every vase in the house when I read the headline about you and Brittany. Of course I understand. Why would anyone want to look at my disease riddled body rather than hers?

I promise to starve myself so that I may at least lose 10% of my weight. Would that help improve your lust for me?

And I would just die if I thought she wore any of the Royal jewels. Throughout the entire time that I went to work with one-and-a-half lungs, I knew that one day I would wear these if I adequately entertained your ego. But that area of my brain is missing. I don't know how to please you.

Of course you don't want me to work, or sell my book on eBay. I understand that you don't want me working full time while being a mother. So every time I see you praise Brittany's career, I know it is I who you would like to someday impregnate. And this is worth any wait.

I don't mind starving, as long as it is for Royal blood. I would do anything for an opportunity to become a Royal. It is the greatest honor in the world. Would you please come near me so I may drool my jewel-hormones all over you? What should I do? Shriek hysterically? Throw my clothes off? Or perhaps I should keep these on? Admire your Royal penis? What should I say about it? I'll lick your ass any way you like it.

May I please sit bedside the next time you are with Brittany so I may learn?

And I have overcome my hatred of children. Any man who wants to sign his name to my copyrights to pay of his debts while he is married to someone else is welcome to do so before I experience impregnation. Are you proud of me? I'll even pay for door-to-door bus service for the children of your good friends and my neighbors. Are you really proud of me?

Monday, February 11, 2002

My collapse was caused by a B-6 deficiency. This vitamin is also used to treat nerve damage, as well as the B-12, which was ineffective for me.

My abdominal region is still swollen, and I am beginning to outgrow some recently purchased clothing. Although I designed my handmade clothes to accommodate weight changes, I wonder how much longer this can go on.

I believe in a few years I will return to the doctor's office with a rash similar to the one I had in both May of 1999 and January of this year, while weighing over 200 pounds, and using Albuterol every two hours instead of every four.

The British Government has finally conceded to President Georgie-Pooh that something did happen at Heathrow. They are insisting it was Shingles which was placed into my asthma inhaler.

I believe if this is true, it is a laboratory-made, modified version of this disease, as well as having been in accompaniment with other toxins.

Today I learned from the doctor that Valtrex is the only anti-infective for the central nervous system, aside from another nearly identical drug available by prescription.

Since Valtrex is also used to treat Herpes (Shingles is also called Herpes Zoster), I suspect there is research being done which I may benefit from if I qualify for a compassionate use program. I will search the Internet today.

On another subject, I am grateful for all of your assistance in demanding of The Ew Yuck Dings to allow me my Constitutional right to work. I am amazed at all of the corporate support including that of the German companies who finally withdrew their advertising from WQXR. I would like to discuss the history of this further.

In 1997, I applied for an instructor's position at West Point Military Academy. The deadline for filling the job had passed and they were delighted to have received my application. Everything seemed fine until they intervened.

In 1997 - 98, as you already know, I was forbidden from working because a married man was willing to do me a favor and marry me on the condition I surrender all Constitutional rights. I was called anti-family for failing to see what a wonderful opportunity this was.

In 1998, I was allowed to return to work, but never to advance into management.

In 2000, my salary was increased from $9. to $9.10/hour in response to my demand for a raise. My manager viciously harassed me for return of such money. Their "well-run $55-million dollar company" was financially overburdened by this.

At the time I was fired from that job, The Ew Yuck Dings assured my former employer that they will not allow me to acquire another job at this same rate. I was offered one job at this rate, but they intervened, and waited for me to beg for my $9/hour job back.

After I was fired from the $8.05/hour job at the pharmacy, I was again offered $9.10/hour at another store. This was again interfered with, and I had to take the $7.50/hour job at the vitamin store, as they expected me to beg to return to the higher paying job. The great-granddaughter of Adolf Schicklegruber (commonly known by his publicity name of Hitler) was waiting for me. She needed to insert more of the gases into my system.

At the vitamin store, a job of assistant manager opened. Since this required supervising seven employees, it would easily have socially outranked Prince William. So he had me fired.

I recently applied for one job in a store which will not match the $9.10/hour. I have decided instead to demand of The Ew Yuck Dings to find me a descent job which they will not interfere with. I will need $5,000/month to cover mortgage payments, trips to the fabric store, and past lost revenue. The latter money will come out of their wallets as I believe that once they start paying for their opinions, they will stop having these.

I would very much appreciate if you would do for me another favor and telephone them to explain this.

I would also appreciate if you would telephone Georgie-Pooh and demand a Constitutional amendment decreeing if someone forbids another individual from working, he must provide for that person financially.

The Ew Yuck Dings are behaving identically to Schicklegruber in that he also forbade individuals from working. He used this and unofficial promises of great wealth (like that which my prospective husband made) to lure people into the concentration camps.

Marriage to the individual who was doing me a favor, would have involved slave labor enforced by beatings, acquiring AIDS, and no financial resources to buy food.

I know they don't expect to accomplish anything by treating me this way. It is their way of life.

When will they evolve?

Tuesday, February 12, 2002

As you already guessed, I am not yet working. My trump card on President Georgie-Pooh is to ask of all Republicans to contact your local leader and tell that person to find someone else to nominate in 2004.

I personally am a registered Independent. I did not vote for him because I did not vote that year, despite everything my mother so-strongly instilled in me. I was nagged by customers at the pharmacy for the name of who I intended to vote for. I finally said one more nag and I won't vote at all. They nagged. For this past election, I was allowed my democratic freedom of privacy and enjoyed casting my vote, although I would have liked a better selection.

The trigger mechanism for William's headline was a letter I wrote to him. It was the first in over a year-and-a-half. In it I explained that I was not going to hold a nineteen-year-old responsible for what happened. I also stated that now was the time for him to assume a leadership role after Parliament created the situation in which England's economy was based on the "safe" investment of OPEC money.

I stated that I believe he needs to interview as many members of the United Kingdom as possible to learn what aspects of the economy can be improved. I believe it is probably as simple as "plugging a few leaks".

Since the death of his mother, William has been in many ways paralyzed. His educational accomplishment was to please her.

His people need him now. I realize it is a very large responsibility for a nineteen-year-old. If I could have planned this, it would have waited a few years. Perhaps he does not have genetically inherited leadership skills. But the people of the UK can cultivate what his mother instilled in him. She changed the attitude of the Monarchy. Now he has to take much stronger initiatives. If he doesn't, Parliament will continue to do the only thing it knows how--squeeze the financial resources of the aquatic apes. And they will continue however they can, even if their techniques fail, because it is all they know how to do.

I would like to ask citizens of the UK to contact Prince William and tell him where the economic problems are. As I told him in the letter, such input should not just come from corporate executives, but also from the so-called ordinary people of society.

I predict this will require his withdrawal from his school at least until the end of this semester. And then I would like him enrolled in a school in London.

As this progresses, I would like to help the textile industry. I believe it will be more profitable than the former industry.

And I expect Parliament, Prime Minister Tony the Pony, and all governmental associates, to shut-up.

Friday, February 15, 2002

I am still not working.

Tuesday, February 19, 2002

I should have stated that the Police Officer searched my CRAWL SPACE (not basement) looking for leaks in the pipes. I am very grateful for the discomfort he endured down there.

Yesterday I began my new job in a local store at $8.50/hour.

The most frequent advertisers on WQXR are Verizon and Amtrack.

I would like to formally request of WABC to formulate a documentary on the human rights abuses by the Middle Eastern friends to the British which will be seen by every member of these governments.

I know that William expects me to use the products of the remnants to promote the British textile industry. The problem is that the dress no longer fits me and one of the jackets can only be closed on top. This is actually good news because it will generate serious action by him. He cares more about my clothes than me. And I know that if I had experienced a physiological change such that I could not wear jewelry, the Royal reaction to my illness would have been different.

Diary of a Septic Tank

The mail to Prince William arrived in large postal bags filled with letters asking for help with simple, yet devastating, economic issues. For many of these problems, tax dollars were allocated for remedy, but for mysterious reasons, were lost in the financial records.

The British economy immediately began to escalate, even though the government had sacrificed the prolific tourist and agricultural industries for the minimally profitable revenue from Middle Eastern terrorists. The terrorists continually promised future substantial wealth, but always had an excuse not to deliver to the people of the United Kingdom. For some mysterious reason, Parliamentary officials never concerned themselves with this issue.

Prince William's self-esteem rose. So he finally one day telephoned the anthropologist. She asked for help with bill paying, and this was the only subject matter which excited her.

He called her greedy.

Wednesday, February 20, 2002

At my new job there has been NO pressure for free advertising. I hope the company understands this is in their best interest as I accidentally froze the market for the above-discussed fabric store. Advertising can have such an unpredictable consequence. This staff is very knowledgeable and worthy of a visit. (And they finally received the shipment from the designer.)

I recently tried to follow-up on my mother's whistle-blowing by contacting the office of the Inspector General of the Federal Department of Labor. This office has jurisdiction because it financed this New York State department. I made many telephone calls trying to locate this office and was finally referred to my representative. I telephoned that of Senator Hillary Clinton in New York City and left a message which was never returned.

My worst fear is that they eliminated this office.

Thursday, February 21, 2002

On WQXR, I heard Mercedes Benz, BMW, and Citibank advertise, as well as Amtrack.

I am very grateful for all of your help in my endeavor to break free of their grip on me and my finances.

The financial dependency condition of the non-aquatic and minimally aquatic apes has nothing to do with how much money they have. It is their emotional condition. They need to be children to someone pretending to parent them, and they need the satisfaction from the act of theft. Although I have never seen statistics, I am certain that the British agricultural and tourist industries generated more revenue for the British economy and salaries of governmental officials than the other industry of relying on money extorted and distributed by OPEC. I would also guess that the prodigy of the tourist industry is the antique industry, and that this has suffered also.

I now understand why no relationship has been possible between William and me. I understand it is his emotional condition which has built that wall between us.

And as I understand this, I am grateful for the fact that he is 19 as these responsibilities are placed upon him. He is still young enough that he can change, and old enough that he can break-through the complexities of the necessary changes. Ten million years is a long time, and he will have to conquer this way of life within a few months before the UK economy collapses.

Four days after the oil and gas companies were mandated by us to close their leaks, they recognized the potential for profitability from such actions. Before this date, they were reluctant to incur the expenses.

It amazes me to realize that we were breast feeding the entire European economy through such utility bills.

I believe these companies are working as quickly and efficiently as possible. And I hope they are not overworking their employees in this endeavor. But they must speed-up this process.

I would also like to ask car manufacturers to find techniques to increase the gas-efficiency of SUVs not only for future models, but for modifications for current on-the-road models. Although I realize this may be a very ignorant comment by me, I would like to suggest that they employ engineering students who need subject material for graduate level theses.

I should also insert material into the script.

Diary of a Septic Tank

The events of September 11, 2001 were planned long before the establishment of the madcow website. However, this was the final trigger mechanism.

On Friday, September 7th, the anthropologist entered the information on the World Health Organization. On Monday, September 10th, the phone in this office rang all day with calls coming from as far away as Japan of people asking for such report.

It was then that she realized that the genocide affected more than the quantity of 300 people originally estimated by this Organization.

Monday, February 25, 2002

The current advertisers on WQXR are Placewear Conferencing, Citibank/American Airlines credit card, and Amtrack. I don't know if your help is working. If it isn't, we may one day see the headlines, President Bush Relies on Cashier for Advise, and Crowned Prince Engaged to Cashier.

This morning I heard on WQXR that the speculation is that Osama Ben Laden is in the mountainous region between Afghanistan and Pakistan. What they forgot is that a few weeks ago they broadcast that his successor has assumed power. I therefore surmised he is in custody.

Over the weekend I told William that I wanted him to attempt to resolve his family dispute himself. If he asks for help again, I will give it to him.

I told him that I am not blaming him for what happened not just because of his age, but because I know he was lied to. I believe the Queen has known all along the identity of these toxins. I believe she knew it in July of 1998, through my Shingles diagnosis in June of 1999, and through the episode of the partial collapse of the upper right lung in the Fall of '99. And it was during this latter period that she pressured me to redesign the veil to accommodate a tiara which must have been for his future bride. I believe she also knew that Riaz Hussein intended to kill me at the pharmacy.

I would like to repeat one more time that the scientific community must create a sonogram or x-ray for the central nervous system.

For the past few months I have often thought about how fortunate it was that I was standing next to the head pharmacist and other overnight pharmacist as the former reported to the latter his suspicions that 200 pills of methylphenidate were missing. This is what I witnessed. But what didn't I witness? I remember Andrew once saying to me, "That guy Riaz Hussein was here last night and he left a real mess."

What did that mean? And why did Robert Tesaro allow one of the pharmacy technicians to viciously ridicule him all day?

I believe the State Department must carefully interview each associate of that pharmacy.

When Riaz Hussein performed his first shift in our pharmacy, which was an overnight shift, I would guess he was given the extra key to the narcotics safe. Such key was located in the office of the store manager who was not a pharmacist.

A few weeks later, the other overnight pharmacist accidentally left her keys at home because she took a cab to work on a snowie evening. She requested this extra key and, to everyone's surprise, it was not available.

Did the pharmacy demand of him to return his key? If not, does he, or someone else, still have it? And what about the other pharmacies he worked in?

Part II, Monday, February 25, 2002

Your Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II;

This is not Shingles. It is a Shingles-imitator.

Shingles does not cause asthma, partial neck paralysis or a pain-less rash. And it is easily eliminated by Valtrex when the rash begins. Furthermore, Shingles is not a spinal or brain infection.

My medical technician (i.e., hair-dresser) found new split ends on both sides of the brain stem region. I don't know what that means, but I believe you do understand the intricacies of this disease.

I wish I had my recent trip to the emergency room video-taped.

The ambulance ride was quite peaceful. But as the emergency room physician and nurse were examining me, I attempted to vomit several times in a few seconds, but my stomach was empty. They handed me a pan, which I only had enough strength to hold onto while I was attempting to vomit. Then I was too weak to hold onto it and it fell on the floor. In the x-ray room this happened again. Additionally, the x-ray technicians asked me to hold onto another object, which I had no energy to do. I don't know how they performed the tests, because I don't remember much else.

I understand this was caused by nerve damage, but what type of nerve damage?

Furthermore, I do not have an explanation of what the Amoxicillin killed. It was not Shingles, because it cannot kill viral infections, only bacterial ones.

And what did the Aerobic 0-7 kill?

And why are you letting me die?

Thursday, February 28, 2002

And Shingles does not cause abdominal swelling.

I have found a new product by Econugenics called Thymic Longevity Compound. Its proposed purpose is to boost T-cell production in the thymus which is located near the throat. Perhaps not coincidentally, it was the thoracic region near my throat which always keeps my chiropractor busy. I am feeling better and sleeping very well for many hours.

It was also interesting that exactly 24 hours after my first dosage of this, I developed a splitting headache. My experience has been that it requires 24 hours for a supplement to cross my brain-barrier. It was 24 hours after I first took a few drops of Aerobic 0-7 that I felt like I was out of a steel cage. It was 24 hours after my first dosage of Padma Basic that I had the impulse to take Amoxicillin again. In the past, every time I was on this latter supplement, I felt it attempting to kill this, but somehow not succeeding. I then suddenly felt it could succeed.

I take this once-per-day, with two Padma Basic pills to control the headaches.

It was Padma Basic, not Padma 28 which I purchased from the above-mentioned Californian company. The latter includes Akinoit, a homeopathic anti-infective. For a reason I don't know, it is illegal in the United States.

I find it no coincidence that Akinoit is spelled nearly identically to akinesia, which, by dictionary definition, is paralysis of the motor nerves. And, of course, Padma is a nervous system treatment. I believe this is my missing ingredient.

On the internet, I found a store in the UK which markets the Padma 28. I spoke to a very knowledgeable nutritionist who took my telephone order. After ten days of non-receipt, I E-mailed them. Their E-mail and telephone call was immediately returned apologizing many times while attributing this to the bereaved condition of the associate who placed my paperwork in the done box after the loss of her father. They credited me five pounds and express-mailed the parcel. And they provided me with the tracking number.

On the internet, I attempted to track this package, but the number was not recognized.

I suspect that the first package was transmitted. And I suspect that both parcels are sitting in Heathrow Airport in London as the customs officials have been waiting for me all of this time. The other possible scenario is that a customs official at Kennedy Airport opened the package, reviewed the names of all 20 herbs, and recognized one as being this illegal item.

I would like to steer briefly into a related, yet different subject on the character traits of non-aquatic and minimally aquatic apes.

I have noticed in the rare occasion that these individuals emerge from hiding, that women uncontrollably fondle the genitals of their baby boys.

I don't understand the phenomenon, but I suspect it is linked to their fully exposed condition when they lived in the swamp ten to four million years ago. They must have felt unnatural.

I slept through most of the radio news this morning. I don't know who is currently advertising on WQXR. But I want you to know how much I appreciate all of your help, and how much this has boosted my emotional condition. Unfortunately, it has had no impact on my physical condition. Or perhaps this is fortunate because it evidences what I have always believed in that this is not a psychological illness.

Monday, March 04, 2002

Citibank/American Airlines is no longer advertising during WQXR news, but rather at other times when they believe I am not listening.

Otherwise, I again slept through most of the news shows this morning. I only heard William's request for the unveiling of a topless photograph of me. To which I would say he is not going to receive any such thing even though I am grateful he arranged for the delivery of the second package.

He thought the Akinoit would work instantly.

William appears to have resolved his dispute with his grandmother himself. I am reminded of a book I read as a freshman in high school, The Sword in the Stone. (I will have to research the name of the author and issue a proper citation on a later date. My apologies to the author.)

I remember the scene in which the future king first attempted to remove the sword from the stone, and then remembered all he was taught. And then with one hand, easily dismounted it.

I believe William's emotional distress has been his worry that he will not become the king which saves the monarchy. It is his mission in life, and it is certainly a worthy one. There was a time that I was such a democratic zealot that I thought monarchies were ridiculous. I have since realized these are necessary for political and cultural counter-balancing.

I believe he was on a mission, without knowing how to pursue this mission. I have somehow assumed the role as one of his teachers. I could not help him until the right moment came. It was not only the moment which we were dissolving OPEC, but also at a time that I realized I could purchase Akinoit in the UK. That health store helped me with my anger.

It was in early 1998, William found the copy of my book among his mother's affects. He saw the picture of me in the back-ad. This is how it all started.

When I mailed the photography of my wedding dress in late March of this same year, he liked the veiled picture of me. I enlarged it to 8.5 x 11 inches and mailed it to him. I selected a silver plated, lacquer treated frame with a small amount of antique decorative quality. I wrapped it in a velvet remnant, and selected a card featuring a cat and her many paw prints of three colors of paint. The writing inside said, "Just pausing to wish you a very special birthday."

I then sent other photography of me including an enlargement of the back-ad photo. Each was framed in such a silver frame but with a different design.

The poster I had to have professionally framed. When I was in the shop, I needed silver which shines and a small amount of decorativeness unlike any other of his frames.

"How about this one?"

"No, he can't have that."

This dialogue repeated itself many times until she started yelling, "Oooohhhhh, I hate him." We finally found the correct frame.

She recommended a border. I didn't like any of them and finally decided that because the other photography did not have this, this should not either. I also decided that the photograph was well-balanced and did not need any help.

A few weeks later I returned to her for another photograph. She asked, "How about if we just use the same one as last time?"

"No, he can't have that."

"OOOOOOHHHHHH, I HATE HIM!!!!!!!"

And she somehow remembered it was he who did not like borders. She thought it was another manifestation of his finicky-ness.

For the actual date of his sixteenth birthday, I took a tiny gold, heart shaped frame with a miniature version of the veil-photo. I wrote on the back of it, "pocket-sized". I selected gold because it does not stay at home.

In 1999, at the department store where I worked, we celebrated the store's 30th anniversary. The first 30 associates to arrive at work would receive a small bag of prizes. My manager had me come in early to work on my department. My arrival time was before the prizes were distributed. Suddenly an associate from downstairs ran-up to me, "Did you receive your prizes?"

I ran downstairs. Positioned separately from the other bags, was the one which was handed to me. Like everyone else, I received two tiny silver frames, each of a design unlike his others. Unlike everyone else, I received a tiny box of chocolates. (I also received some cosmetics accessories and a diary, like everyone else.)

At a later date, I received another prize in another contest. It was a larger silver frame which accommodated one large photo on the left, and on the other side of the fold, several smaller photos. It was large enough for the jacket pocket of an extra-large male. At a later date, I won this again.

On another date, I was telling a co-worker how comfortable my winter boots are. Running around on marble floors caused my feet to swell. And I did so much running around for my department in and out of the stock room, that another co-worker complained that I made a big hole in the floor. (This may also have contributed to my survivability.) I explained to the first co-worker that on the most brutally cold winter days, I don't need socks.

A few days later, there was a contest. Anyone who opened a store charge card for a customer, should go to the human resources manager for a prize. I opened one, as I often did for customers, and received my prize; two pairs of thermal socks. I have never worn these, but am glad to have them.

I am much better. Since I began the Thymic Longevity Compound, I have been voraciously eating two meals per day plus snacks. This is normal for me. Another biochemical change which occurred within 24 hours after my first dosage was that I required a different perfume.

On Saturday, my Padma 28 arrived. I could feel it go directly into the spine. This morning I woke-up with one long scratch on my abdomen beginning just below the location of the rash. Three small scratches are connected to that. I believe these are illuminations of the afflicted nerves. The itch of the base of my spine no longer needs to be treated with B-17.

Today I added St. Johns Wort Once Daily in the Solaray brand. I am taking two pills twice-per-day of this and the Padma 28, as well as one packet of the Thymic Compound. I have also returned to the chiropractor. They thought I was gone so-long because I was doing well. Rather, I believe these services are most effective when experienced in conjunction with medicinal or other supplements.

If this is a cure, I predict a long battle for the Akinoit, and that it will be a long time before I have any more health news.

Another citation is long-overdue. But it does not concern my health issues, but rather those of William.

I was aware of his alcoholic condition, and his request for my help. I suspected Dandelion Root would help, but wasn't certain. For this reason, I did not write to him. And then there is also the reason that he can use the telephone to ask me, but never did.

As his semester was about to begin, a woman walked into the vitamin store where I worked. She was shopping for a relative who had alcoholism. She said she researched this on the Internet and found Cynarra (i.e., artichoke extract). I believe it was William who found this.

This is a remedy for the liver. Every customer who inquired of this as well as the other popular herbal remedy for this organ, Milk Thistle, received from me a lecture on the glories of Dandelion Root. And this customer was no exception.

Curing William's condition was teamwork between him and me. I sincerely apologize to him for not stating this earlier.

On another subject, it is my understanding that President Georgie-Pooh has someone in custody who he believes to be Osama Ben Laden, but needs DNA material to confirm this.

I am not helping him find this. I know he will characterize me as demonic for this. To which I say, what is wrong with leaving the President of the United States on his own?

I would like to make one more appeal to the British Parliament to evolve. I would like to remind them of this department store which was offered a non-contractual deal of a promised starring role in a movie of guaranteed success in exchange for ten million dollars cash payable to this wealthy movie production company for no apparent reason.

Many years ago, did you make such a deal with OPEC?

Monday, March 11, 2002

The Sword in the Stone was written by T. H. White and published by G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York in 1939.

I forgot to mention that the velvet remnant was red, and that I wrapped the other photography in this also. However, the first gift was held together with a thin, elastic, gold band. And that which followed was held together with lace.

I also forgot to mention that the two tiny silver frames were rectangular-shaped. He did not like the tiny heart-shaped frame because it cut-out a small portion of my hair.

The extra-large-pocket-sized frame had a large oval on the left of the fold, and two small rectangles and circles on the right.

I have increased my dosages to three times-per-day. The abdominal swelling has begun to decline, even though on Friday I weighed 186 pounds--a record.

Dear President Bush;

I would like to formally apply for a job in the ambassador's office of the United Nations. You have my resume on file.

I was recently interviewed by a psychologist. Please disregard any negative comments by him. It was his understanding that a high white blood cell count was a symptom of an emotional condition.

The psychologist's interview of me was based on information my neighbors provided from their observations of me. He never questioned the psychological condition of anyone who would watch and scrutinize me so often, nor the legal condition as this is a violation of the anti-stalking laws.

Please also disregard the nurse technician's comments that he offered me Prozac and Zoloft. If such information was entered into my chart, it was another manifestation of the psychologist's incompetence. If it was not entered, please understand that the nurse technician bellowed this because she needed interesting material for her audience which consisted of every patient in the wing. Otherwise, no one has any reason to listen to her.

I understand that everyone at the United Nations already hates me. I am certain these representatives will soon be replaced, not because of my presence, but because the people (i.e., not government) of the United Kingdom have joined us in our authentic pursuit of peace.

I would like to also formally request that I be allowed to continue my web-site even though as such a governmental employee, it is a conflict of interest.

Thank you very much.

Respectfully submitted,

Vivian Lehman

Tuesday, March 12, 2002

p.s. I should also tell you that the neighbors who, with their actions, joined al-Qaeda, are of the Jewish faith. And many, although far from all, of the media representatives who have cooperated with the harassment, are also of this faith. And the purpose of the financial harassment is to restrict my affordability of the Padma and all other treatments I require.

You also need to know that the nurse technician told me I could not have copies of the hospital tests results. She said I must acquire these from my doctor. Of course, this is a lie. They wanted me to meet with the psychologist without knowing I had a verified physical disorder.

In this web-site, I am requesting that anyone within my reach who heard this technician yell my chart across the wing of the sixth floor, to please contact the New York State Attorney General's office to bear witness. She was obviously attempting to use the mechanism of social pressure to force me to submit to the demands of these medical practices. She was very emotional about this.

But why?

Georgie-Pooh no longer seems to want me to work for the United States Government. I knew that would be his response. My knowledge of his responsiveness was based on my experience with other over-emotional individuals.

In 1997, when I was not permitted to work, one stipulation for impregnation sex was that agree to do a nude love scene with my prospective husband. I finally submitted. He then changed his attitude.

In January of this year of 2002, in response to William's nagging for my return to England, I finally reserved a flight on British Airways, without paying for it. He stopped nagging by responding he will "unveil blood".

I have never told you how my last manager at the department store lost $250,000/month in sales for our department, as well as an unknown dollar amount for the department next to ours. While she appears to have been a thief, she could not have stolen so much unless she was taking rolling rods and somehow pushing these into her car. I am certain she did not use a truck, because we had full stock room. We were given another very large stock room, which was immediately filled. We also occupied part of the next department's stock room, and that of two other departments.

The memorandum to my co-worker, "Stop sucking and get those numbers," was only the beginning of this facet of her speech-making. The company ignored many complaints by male customers of her act of drooling all over them for sex.

She was married.

Like the life of her alleged great-grandfather, her office was full of photography of her dog. There was one small photograph of her, her husband, and their dog.

In response to my pressure, the company decided in September of last year to stop ignoring these complaints. She immediately became pregnant most likely to provide for herself an elegant escape. I last saw her just before Christmas. She saw me shopping and smiled at me. I did not recognize her and did not respond. I was later in that department looking at the section which used to be mine and saw this same woman with a manager's identification. I thought about asking her if she was the new manager. She then said, "Hi Vivian." After a few seconds, I recognized her voice.

I then greeted her in German. I enjoyed teasing her about the fact that she did not speak this language even though she said her ancestors are from the south of Germany and that her parents often sent her to this community during her summer vacations. I believe she is from Austria.

She thought for a few seconds. "Oh, now you are speaking to me in German."

"You look so different, what happened?!"

She thought for a few seconds. "Thanks Vivian, but I really don't want to talk to you."

My guess is that she looks horrible because her husband is not the father.

I would like to return to the issue of mental illnesses and repeat what I stated earlier in this web-site in that when I worked at the vitamin store, I saw many people who, like myself, were sick for a long time. Like myself, they were told they were "delusional", "stressed-out", etc. After all of this, the circumstantial evidence finally led to the conclusion that they had a physical problem with their central nervous system. The evidence was often which remedies finally worked.

When I was growing-up, my mother was friends with a couple who had three sons. The middle child was in and out of mental institutions.

This mother was an activist for the mentally ill. She was very harshly critical of anyone who exercised their Constitutional rights and disagreed with her.

When I became an adult, I was subjected to this same obsessive treatment. I finally had enough and asked for a DNA test on this son. It then came to the fore that the reason why she told this son he was homeless and locked him up in a mental institution was because there was no resemblance between him and her husband.

The husband worked for a major United States company and they had generous insurance.

The field of psychology is an extraordinary scientific step forward in our evolutionary history. It is equally extraordinary that our culture abuses this.

I wonder how many people are unnecessarily medicated, and what affect this is having on their behavior.

Aside from that issue, I believe my former manager is showing all of the signs of someone who is likely to abuse her child, even if her husband is the father.

William has again requested that I have the remnants photographed. To which I would say I will only do this after he takes action to make me glow. For the last photography session, the person next to the photographer worked hard to make me smile. Near the end, when we photographed the blue pants, my smile was exhausted.

Part II, Tuesday, March 12, 2002

I am herewith presenting a copy of the report of the first attending physician at the hospital. She was an emergency room physician and her name is Dr. Amy Salerno. As a legal courtesy to her and the RN, Ms. McIntosh, I am omitting the section in which their signatures are committed. This is only because I do not want them to experience signature-victimization.

I am also enclosing the results of the blood tests. The blood was drawn in the emergency room, as well as a stool sample. They also performed x-rays.

As you can see, I did not permit the second set of blood sets. "Carol," the nurse technician, was informed of this.

Someone has yet to explain to me why, when I first attempted to complain to a nurse supervisor about Carol a week later, that she never heard of her. I was then transferred to the sixth floor to speak to her supervisor and after a few seconds, she knew of whom I spoke.

Dr. Salerno wrote that the current medications I was on were Valtrex and Amoxicillin. In other words, she was aware that I had both viral and bacterial infections.

In her assessment, the RN stated that I was, "crying at out times for no reason."

If this was true, they would have attempted to find out if and where I was in pain.

The RN also stated, "unable to follow simple directions at times."

The first thing she directed me to do was remove myself from the ambulance stretcher onto the hospital bed. I said I couldn't. She complained, "Alright, but it's going to be more work." With the help of the ambulance workers, they moved me.

The only other thing I was directed to do was remove my nightgown so they could place a hospital gown on me. I obeyed and they immediately and successfully accomplished this task. How could they have accomplished this if I was in this condition?

And what else could they have directed me to do while I was in the condition of "general body weakness"?

In the diagnosis section, Dr. Salerno stated;

1. "general body weakness"

2. "diarrhea"

3. "psychiatric d/o (disorder)".

But no attempt is made to concisely state the nature of number 3. The phrase, "psychiatric disorder" is not a diagnosis, just as the phrase physical disorder is not.

At the time I was in the emergency room, they inserted an IV into me. As the nurse was about to do this, the doctor said reassuringly, "You'll feel better when she does this." And I did, because I was dehydrated.

If this was a psychiatric disorder, would she have believed this?

I do not have to explain to Dr. Salerno tha