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 that under no circumstances is she to step-out of her field in any way. She must have made this psychiatric diagnosis with such knowledge of professional restrictions.

I want the RN returned to nursing school for English lessons.

And I want Dr. Amy Salerno fired.

Wednesday, March 13, 2002

WQXR appears to have a generous advertising contract with Lincoln cars. I am taking the next step and asking anyone with stock in this corporation to sell. I regret any inconvenience this may cause you, but I am growing impatient. I like my job, and I appreciate the way Jerry, my boss, always says thank you. And I appreciate the moment in which the vending machine swallowed my dollar and he compensated me with a glazed donut. But I very much believe that my brain needs to be properly exercised as part of my herbal regiment.

Diary of a Septic Tank

Riaz Hussein worked at various pharmacies. The World Health Organization of United Nations had a computer link to his work. The corporation supplied this without a court order. They also closely observed his actions with a video camera.

Every patient for whom he filled a prescription, either with his own or someone else's initials, was telephoned by the WHO and asked not to use it. They were reimbursed. And every patient who received a prescription filled by anyone else, yet for whom the medicine was tampered with, was also contacted. But nothing was in writing, except the reimbursement.

Each pharmacy experienced a sharp decline in business.

The corporate executives met. Before them were the ledgers.

Executive A; "I'm not worried. I am certain we will receive a big award. In the interim, we will restrict raises for the cashiers and pharmacy technicians."

Executive B; "How many pharmacists will not receive their paychecks this week?"

Executive A pulled a calculator out of his/her pocket.

It was March of 2001. Riaz Hussein had just left the pharmacy of Mount Kisco after the confrontation with William Ricciardi. He quickly flew to England where he knew he would be legally protected. An officer of Scotland Yard greeted him and his wife at Heathrow Airport to drive them to the apartment they provided. They shook hands.

Officer; "I'm sorry you had to leave your job."

Riaz nodded indicating it was not such a tragedy.

The officer drove them to the Queen. They entered her office and Her Majesty curtsied to them.

Queen; "I'm sorry Vivian is still alive. We have tried everything. Perhaps you can return to the pharmacy. Her allegations are jeopardizing the future of the monarchy. I have worked hard to preserve it."

Riaz; "You should be very proud of your efforts."

William was in his bathroom with a bottle in his hand while vomiting. He emerged and walked toward his bed bumping into his dresser and almost knocking-over the 8.5 x 11 inch photograph of Vivian at age three in a coat and hood. He collapsed onto his bed. The heart-shaped picture of her fell out of his shirt pocket, onto the floor, and underneath the nightstand away from his shoes.

A few feet away from him was a tabloid with a headline that his younger brother was not fathered by his father.

Queen; "Please try to return to the pharmacy."

Riaz contacted his executive-friend at the corporation and asked for the home telephone number of one of the technicians he met. He telephoned her.

Riaz; "I would like to return, but Vivian doesn't like me. Would you please help me prove to her that I am a good pharmacist."

Tech; "What do you need?"

Riaz; "I would like to recommend a prescription for one of your children."

Tech; "They are all healthy."

Riaz was silent. The technician then looked at a family photograph and focused on a child which did not look like the father.

Tech; "What do you want me to do for..?"

Riaz; "Take home a prescription of....Make certain Vivian sees this package so I may impress her."

The tech followed these orders using his initials yet not giving any pharmacist an opportunity to perform the legally necessary final check. Instead of placing the package directly into her bag, she left it near a computer terminal Vivian would eventually use.

The World Health Organization telephoned her. She hung-up the phone.

The child became sick. She continued to administer this.

It was late March of 2001, one week after William Ricciardi suspended Vivian. William discussed the issues with other associates of the pharmacy who were complaining that they could not fill all of her hours.

William; "She should be coming-in to pick-up her last paycheck today. I'll tell her that if she produces a letter from the World Health Organization substantiating that an investigation is in progress, I'll let her come back."

The tech who had received the telephone call was quiet.

She came in to pick-up her last paycheck and approached him.

Vivian; "I need a copy of my termination papers."

He gathered a few papers and led her into the break room--the same room in which he announced with great hostility that she was suspended.

Of course, she could not produce any such document.

One year later, this child was diagnosed with arsenic poisoning. Her doctor contacted the New York State Department of Health to ask if there has been a cluster case of this. They told him/her to call back later. And when s/he did, there was no answer because they went home early for the day.

Riaz had dinner with his wife.

Riaz; "I can't return to the United States so the British Government will continue to provide our apartment, free limousine service, the groceries we extort from the supermarket, and everything else."

Wife; "Hooray!"

Friday, March 15, 2002

Before I go into today's subject, an acknowledgement is long overdue.

At the department store, throughout all of the harassment, there was one person who tried to protect me. She was half my age and understood how wrong this all was.

She was the assistant human resources manager named Jodi. I selected her to play the Bright Red Lady in my script. Of course, this is NOT a pleasant character. But Jodi's natural beauty, which I demanded not to be tampered with except for the necessary excessive rouge, together with her naturally curly hair, made her ideal for this part. And it would likely be the most memorable part because of the demonic characteristics of this role.

To introduce today's subject, I would like to present the definition of sanity as per the philosophies of the non- and minimally-aquatic apes;

the ability to withstand abuse;

the ability to ass-lick;

the ability to lie about their hidden abusive world; and

the ability to achieve financial dependence.

Of course they also know there is something wrong with themselves.

This is my definition of a disabled brain.

Throughout the entire ordeal with my prospective husband, two co-workers at the Grand Union supermarket, Linda and Marianne, were told to pressure me to acquire the psychological help I needed to withstand the abuse and not become angry.

After yesterday's entry onto this web-site, I noticed everyone was quiet. That meant trouble was coming.

And yesterday it began. William, of course, is doing nothing about it except obsessing himself with the remnants. Jerry, of course, has assured me that he is on my side and will protect me. It is very rare that I have a male friend, but I have found them to be the best friends I ever had.

I don't know who is so upset. Is it all of them, or one group? But this much I believe, it is an attempt to avoid evolution. The only evolutionary direction of these individuals is to develop their ability to lie about their hidden world.

Their act of suppressing me has been for many purposes including that of concealment of their lies. Early this morning I decided to bring all of the lies to the fore, so they no longer have this reason.

They have given me no other alternative.

And then I'll find out what else is wrong with them.

I would like to go back twenty years to my days of high school in which I was good friends with the female from the incestuous family.

It was Halloween of 1982. My friends had a party, and were all told not to tell me about it. I was not invited.

But I was invited to the Christmas party at this same house of this same year.

They were very silent, until June of 1983 as we were about to go on to our college careers. On male finally explained everything.

Nonetheless, it was my first lesson in humanity's ability to hide their other world.

I was very hurt, and baffled for years. I had to understand everything about their character traits before I could understand this event.

Please excuse my pride, but my greatest asset in this is my ability to remember the expression in people's faces, even though I don't usually remember the colors of their eyes.

I now understand that the first party was exactly nine months before graduation. The female hostess and our other female friends including that of the incestuous family, were all probably trying to become pregnant. It is their way of life.

Even though we were only a group for a few weeks before this, they obviously knew that I could not practice such social inadaptivity. They were better able at identifying me as of a higher evolutionary background than I was of identifying them.

Over the years, these people increasingly distanced themselves from me. I believe they recognized the development of my ability to see the unseen. But my memory enabled me to see it anyway as I saw these faces with greater maturity.

It was May of 2000, just before I realized that an embezzlement had occurred, and just before I realized that my manager was the great grand-daughter of Adolf Hitler.

It was also after my suspension for which the department store anticipated the return of the ten-cents-per-hour raise.

I was beginning to look for another job. I decided to explain, in writing without my signature, what they were involved with.

I used the phrase civil war. And explained that they would do to them, what they did to me financially and otherwise. I also explained that this is the extended family of Adolf Hitler.

I explained that this extended family controls the media because they are controlling their propaganda machine. I also explained that the promises of instant wealth which were ineloquently made to me to lure me into the marriage, was the same technique which Hitler used to lure people into the concentration camps. And I told them that I demanded archeological dating of these camps as I believe that the only things which changed in the 20th century were the introduction of new technologies and the fact that allied troops marched through. I also mentioned that I have demanded of the United States Census Bureau to ascertain if the civil war continues because closing the concentration camps does not change personalities.

The human resources manager, Deborah, called me to her office. She had the same expression in her eyes which she had when I had the meeting with her and Kathy, the general manager, during my suspension. (That is, the meeting in which I was told that if two new people don't know enough to pick clothes-up off the floor it is my fault for not explaining it to them. It was also the time that the comment, "Stop sucking and get those numbers", was dismissed not as sexual harassment but as slang.) The expression in Deborah's eyes was, "How much can I sell you for?" I hope her daughter never sees this. But I would like to perform an experiment. Is there someone out there who might like to volunteer for the FBI and offer her a few dollars for this child?

I did not tell them the Census Bureau's answers. It is my understanding that 5,000 people did disappear. The Clinton Administration had to learn of their fate by interviewing people. They were lured into medical experimentations. It was unquestionably Jew versus Jew warfare.

I also stated in the letter that these members of his extended family have nothing to be embarrassed about because the worst violence is always within the family.

"Why did you write it," Deborah asked.

"I have a Constitutional right as a United States citizen to freedom of speech."

"Not in here you don't."

Deborah was a Saxon. At the meeting, Kathy attempted to make the argument that Deborah was a descendant of European royalty. I pointed to her cheekbones and said, "Saxon." Neither argued with me.

I have always noticed a cultural compatibility between the Saxons and Jews and Arabs. On the front cover of Newsweek recently, we saw a Saxon who was married to al-Qaeda. (Please look closely at the picture of her with her son.) And in another magazine, we recently saw many children with their mothers. Some of these mothers struggled to hold their children still for the photographer however they could. My mother often had the same problem with me. But in one picture, the child is leaning back such that one cannot fully see what is going on. His eyes are closed, not because he is sleeping. She is NOT a Saxon.

My former high school friend (i.e., of the incestuous family) was also a Saxon and was closest friends with the member of our high school group who was Jewish.

But, of course, when I was fired I was not dismayed because I was leaving anyway. I did not know that these members of the extended family had promised this department store that they would not allow me to acquire a job of the same rate, $9.10/hour, until I issued a retraction of my letter and offered to return the ten-cents.

But no other attempt was made to refute what I said. So they knew I was correct.

Adolf Hitler was a practicing Jew and the Jews all know how they lied to the world about what happened. It was a self-genocide, and no one owes them anything for what happened.

The logical answer will be to attempt to eliminate this web-site. In early September of 2001, they began to conspire to eliminate this because they wanted to see the perpetuation of the British genocide and watch me suffer.

I knew from experience what they were trying to do.

And I knew to leave it in God's hands.

I wonder if His next act of wrath will be directed toward this continent.

And I would like to tell you about the role model mother my prospective husband and the Hitlers sent me.

When I worked at the Grand Union, and later at Shop Rite, I saw how the welfare system is exploited. She was one of such participants.

Of course, these people were of all backgrounds.

All the cashiers and I agreed that the worst such customers were those who spoke English. I remember particularly one incident of a white woman who had NO accent (i.e., NOT the role model mother).

She was using her WIC checks. WIC is an acronym for Women-Infants-Children. It does not work like Food Stamps. Rather, it is a check with a maximum specified (e.g., $10.35, etc.). And it specifies for what it can be used (i.e., one-and-a-half gallons of milk, one dozen eggs, cheese, beans, all natural juices and selected cereals with no sugar).

WIC is very strict. When they specify the milk quantity of one-and-a-half gallons, they mean one gallon and one half gallon, because it is most economical. And they mean NO more and NO less. I understood the no-less rule when I saw people attempting to substitute milk with cream for their coffee. They did not care what their children's needs were.

This accent-free woman had two half-gallons, and two quarts. These were evenly divided between regular and skim milks.

I had her WIC identification information in my hands, and her other checks were neatly spread-out throughout her groceries.

I very politely advised her on the policy. She violently grabbed all of the checks and the ID material. I began to return the cold merchandise to the refrigerator. In a very frustrated condition, she rocked back and forth and argued that at the other supermarket she could do this.

I am certain she could not do this as this is a New York State program.

I told my manager and he said, "What does she want?! It's free!"

WIC also provides the $1,000/year for baby formula for those who do not wish to nurse their children. If a mother wishes to nurse, they will provide a check for milk, carrots, eggs, etc.

I processed many checks. In the Grand Union office, I was the only one who did not mind preparing the WIC deposits. Everyone else was too resentful to do this task.

Of all the checks I processed in this two year period, I saw ONE check for a nursing mother.

When I first began working in the office, the head-bookkeeper, Kathy Sharkey (who never participated in the dirty behavior), explained to me that in these WIC families, you will see the 40-year-old pregnant woman standing next to her 18-year-old pregnant daughter.

As for one of the people who attempted to substitute milk with cream for coffee, this happened.

His family returned the next day with this same check. Unlike him who was quite English-proficient, they spoke no English, only Spanish. They selected the groceries specified, and left these in a carriage with the unsigned check on top. It was their protest. One of the cashiers noticed the carriage before the cold items rotted.

I am finally ready to talk about the role model mother.

She was from Israel, spoke English quite effectively, had two small children, and, I suspected, another one on the way.

She was using WIC checks. She fulfilled the expected task of financial dependence.

But did my prospective husband expect me to treat my children the way she did?

When we first met, I was her cashier. Her son grabbed a piece of candy and opened it. "You didn't ask me," she disciplined. I laughed and said, "Give it to me." Because she was anti-assimilation, she said nothing to me. She then viciously shoved him in the carriage. He was crying, not because he was in pain but because he was abused.

I imagine that many years ago, before the existence of baby formula, her ancestors hired a nanny to breast-feed.

But it does not require much medical insight to realize that this is an ideal opportunity for a new infection. Infections are quite opportunistic, and these compromised immune systems are an invitation.

And this next self-genocide will be my fault also because my tax dollars paid for this.

But I believe this is God's trump card.

I would like to talk more about anti-assimilation.

If she really was anti-assimilation, she would not accept my money.

As I was enduring this after my firing from the Grand Union, I made reference to the Jewish faith of these media executives and argued that they bore false witness against me, and stole from me.

They argued that they are really a people.

I countered by stating that the Jews define themselves as the people who authored the Old Testament.

There was no answer.

I demanded to know if they really did write this.

I received no answer.

When my mother was fighting for her job, the Union Representative forbade her from arguing, "I thought we heard the last of that at Neurenberg." He forbade her this because her supervisor (i.e., that who demanded that she just follow his order of taking the case of a friend) was of the Jewish faith. He lived in a community which, she once explained to me, was originally a hot bed for Nazism until a community of Jews moved in.

Whatever that means.

(While I am on the subject, I would like to refer to the document she signed promising never to take friends. Such documents, and all other governmental documents like it, should specify this must apply to all situations even against supervisor's orders.)

Some will answer me by arguing that Jesus was Jewish. But I see no evidence of this in the New Testament. As a culture, we assume this because we do not know of the existence of any other religion at that time in history. But I believe that a pre-Christian religion did exist.

And, of course, the United States was victorious against the Japanese during World War II because Albert Einstein, of the Jewish faith, first conceived of the invention of the Atomic bomb.

Someone has yet to explain how the Nazis almost accomplished a simultaneous invention.

I have never fully explained why I did not vote in the last presidential election.

I did not like Hilary (another Saxon) moving into my neighborhood, and I did not like her opponent.

I did not like Bush's record on the death penalty.

And I had one question for Gore's running mate: If we are ever at war with Israel, whose side are you on?

It is a very fair question.

I am reminded of the 1960's in which many people refused to vote for JFK because they were concerned his loyalties to the Pope might be stronger than for the US.

I received no answer.

I was indecisive, and was relived to have found a good and effective excuse not to vote.

It has been said that truth is the first fatality in any war.

As the Middle East attempts to make peace, I would like Sadaam Hussein to know that his hero, Adolf Hitler Schicklegruber, was Jewish.

Tuesday, March 19, 2002

As you must already know, the Hitlers are not too happy with me. They have promised to put me back into the hospital.

I have decided to take all threats seriously and assume that this is my last entry. I will therefore take care of today's business, as well as all other unfinished and unaddressed businesses.

I would first like to discuss our human rights protest which has only served to reduce prices at the gas pump. We therefore must find the next step.

As I have mentioned earlier, a character trait of these peoples is that the women uncontrollably fondle the genitals of their baby boys. Like all other forms of sexual abuse, it is not an issue of sex but rather power.

While I acknowledge that there are many forms of abuse in these cultures, I suspect that this is at the center of our terrorist problem. The completely helpless baby will eventually seek to prove he is not helpless.

I would like an anti-abuse television campaign broadcast throughout the Arab world. We have the technology to interfere with their transmissions.

The second step we need to take is invent our own biochemical bomb. But its purpose will not be destructive. Rather, it will at least treat and at best cure the financial dependency mechanism in the brain.

This may seem like ridiculous science fiction. But I believe it can be done.

Of course the first step is to find this mechanism.

I suspect it is a hormone because it appears to be the primary biochemical function in the sex act. This is why so many people view children as financial dependency mechanisms.

I believe we have not isolated all of the hormones. And I believe that at least two, probably more, influence the central nervous system.

This is the first such hormone.

The second is treatable with Alpha Lipoic Acid when it is in above-normal levels (i.e., the male customer with the burning sensation in his feet, and the fact that such reduction worsened my condition).

The more common usage of this supplement is for the insulin hormone in diabetics.

Over four million years ago, the water massaged our genitals. Women, I suspect, experienced greater satisfaction than men. Henceforth, the water became our domain. Men needed the more muscular massage from the female's orgasm. But they would have to give much energy to receive this small amount of stimulation. Henceforth, they distanced themselves from the females they loved in an attempt to negotiate this. Unfortunately, it is non-negotiable because no male consciously understands the problem, and the females have no technique to understand this. However, if one reads the book, Everything You Ever Wanted to Know about Sex but were Afraid to Ask, this evolutionary barrier might be broken. In this, Dr. David Reuben explains how the female can consciously manipulate her vaginal muscles to accomplish this more generously without experiencing orgasm. Oral sex is an attempt to accomplish this.

I believe it is this small amount of satisfaction which males experience from the female orgasm that generated their yearning for male offspring.

But even with this knowledge, I have found it is still non-negotiable with William. I assured him in a letter that we will have equality in the sex act. I accomplished nothing. I eventually realized that there is an even more powerful mechanism dominating this issue. This is why he continually asks me for money in the form of demanding of me to pay for the plane ticket.

I am missing this hormone, which is why I have not found a mate.

I not only believe that there are hormones unknown to the scientific community, but that those who experience the presence of the financial dependency hormone, may also have a biochemical addiction to it. I further suspect that my former friend of high school may have been perpetually pregnant because she was addicted to hormones of pregnancy.

On a related subject, I would like to talk about why the Saudi Arabian Royal Family is seeking peace between Israel and the Palestinians. I believe it is because they can no longer afford to finance the feud.

As the gas companies are continuing their endeavors to close all leaks, I have seen prices at the pump rise by approximately 10-cents-per-gallon. I am not happy about this, but I have decided not to take action on the condition that when these tasks are completed, these companies will create advertising campaigns explaining the profit-potential from encouraging whistle-blowing.

On another related subject, I forgot to mention that Prime Minister Tony the Pony Blair is a Saxon.

I often wonder if the people of the UK were financially squeezed the way I was over the ten-cents-per-hour raise.

At the time it was demanded of me to beg for my job back at the department store, I asked if I should tell them that Hitler was Catholic or Lutheran. They said neither.

I have often heard it said amongst the Jewish people that the Christians stole their customs.

The Christians invented the 12 days of Christmas in response to the eight days of Chanukah.

The Christians have a new year holiday a few days after the primary holiday of love and forgiveness in response to similar Jewish tradition.

The Christians give thanks at the beginning of each meal, whereas the Jews after it.

The Christians invented a calendar many years after the Jews.

I don't doubt that the two cultures borrowed from each other. It would be easiest to understand this if we had sufficient archeological information. However, a professor of mine who was involved in excavations at Dunn in Israel complained that all layers not of Jewish history are destroyed by a bulldozer.

I believe that the Jews were originally called Ews, and that the Arabs were originally called Argh. I don't know when the acronym for Saxons, WASP (i.e., white, Anglo-Saxon protestant), evolved. But I can guess.

I would like to talk more about what happened in my town regarding the property tax issue.

When I was a child, many Connecticut towns would not allow Jews to move in. My town did and permitted them to build a synagogue.

In 1997, while I was not permitted to work, I was working on a campaign for a candidate for the school board. One day we received a visitor from another such activist. He had somehow acquired a copy of the letter this Rabbi circulated throughout his congregation on such stationary with his signature. It endorsed the two candidates I did not want. (It was also full of grammatical errors.) One candidate was a local minister, and the other was active in the Catholic Church. This activist told me he was turning this over to the IRS. I asked why. He said it is because it is a condition of his tax exempt status that he is not to endorse candidates.

Approximately one year later, as my prospective husband told William that I fought to deprive children of money they desperately needed, I finally decided to ask the Queen to ask of President Billy-Goat to audit this congregation.

The next day my neighbor sent his daughter to have an accident with my car and her bicycle because they had no other technique to raise the money they had to return. They also had to fire their nanny.

This congregation, to my knowledge, was not a political champion of the WIC program. Rather, it was the Orthodox Jewish community nearby. I noticed whenever a member of both stood on our lines in the supermarket, they did not look at each other. I suspect that when their political-welfare agendas collide is when they finally do look at each other.

I have also noticed that this politically active Jewish congregation consists of members with light skin and dark hair. Olive-skinned Jews pray someplace else. This phenomenon does not occur in areas of the country in which the Jewish community is too small to break into groups.

Since my last entry into this web-site, it has been asked of me to specify if I am an anti-Semite. I cannot answer this question until the Jews specify if they are a religion or a people. I believe they have a right to practice their religion, unless this is a mask for something else. As a country, we have to very realistically address the issue that we have living amongst us a group of people who are claiming their loyalties elsewhere. If we are ever at war, they are associates of the military, government, phone companies, etc. Even the phone company repair-person may be a very serious threat.

In Ireland, the group Shin Fein is neither Catholic nor Protestant. Shin Fein is Hebraic but I do not know what it means.

I would like to briefly return to the subject of William. If one listened to the very end of the 7:30 am address on Sunday by the Society for Ethical Culture on WQXR, one would have heard William's input in that he believes that the jewelry he will give me will ensue my complete forgiveness of him and the Queen.

I suggest he reconsiders this. I have already made up my mind to not even accept an engagement ring which will serve as a permanent symbolism of what happened as I decree, never again. They believe I am only saying this because I am brooding. And to this I say, Try me.

The reference to a sweater had to do with a present I said I would bring to the Queen. I explained at the time that my mother knitted four outfits out of English Jaeger wool; two for her and two for me. I suggested that because these are knits they could be easily restructured for the Queen.

She is still waiting for this gift. But my mother did not have a death-wish for me.

I would like to return to the issue of non-aquatic ape characteristics. I stated earlier in this web-site, that these peoples have no understanding of judicial process. The example I gave was my mother's Cuban-born supervisor who wanted my mother to rescind her requests for investigations of possible fraud. Of course, this is impossible.

After I completed the manuscript for my book, a highly publicized trial took place for a person from Long Island (who was not a Saxon, Jew or Arab) named Robert Golub concerning the murder of Kelly Anne Tinyas. I had been watching this closely as I saw the suspect's eyes show no concern about the possibility of a long jail term. As the verdict was read, and he was taken away, he still had these eyes.

In a jailhouse television interview at a later date, he said that during his first few weeks he waited for his father to come and get him. In other words, he did not understand that he had been subjected to judicial procedure because he did not know what it was.

He was that distanced from reality.

As we explore hormonal issues I know that the issues of homosexuality will be introduced. I can only speak from my experience with a lesbian when I was a college freshman.

She kept telling me that she wanted me to have my "fling with the men," become disappointed, and then return to women. Unknown to me, she told certain higher quality men that I was a lesbian, while encouraging me to date other men.

There were many break-ups of heterosexual unions within our social segment. She laughed joyously over each one. I don't know what she did to accomplish is, but I suspect it was the same technique as that which she attempted to do to me, except for the fact that I one day figured it out. When I did, I could no longer confront her. She already graduated and never attempted to contact me. She hid herself as I was about to realize everything.

Unquestionably, she used social recruitment mechanisms to convert people. This was not a hormonal issue.

In the WQXR address, William insisted that I must pursue him by telling more stories.

William said he would lock me up in the tower if I asked to be transported to the church in the fairy tale carriage. It was not the first time he had threatened a female. When he was a child at his uncle's wedding, he issued such threat to one of the bride's maids to marry him. I insisted on equal treatment, which he refused to give me. So he issued this threat instead, insisting that he did not want my dress and 24-foot train wrinkled as Princess Diana's was.

He also suggested that children carry this train. I suggested carpeting the route.

I also resolved, unknown to him, that any country which wants to contribute a rug, must make a very substantive advancement on the issues of human rights.

I suggest they begin work now.

On another subject, Carol Case is still a nurse technician at Northern Westchester Hospital.

I would like to ask of anyone who issued a donation to this institute in the past, to please telephone them and explain that as long as she, Dr. Amy Salerno, and RN McIntosh are there, no future donations will be made.

I also need to talk about this hospital's billing practices.

I had many tests there long before the hospitalization. My insurance company always transmitted to them a statement of contract limitations for every claim such that they had to adjust my bill. They ignored every transmission. So I telephoned my insurance company (which almost never placed me on hold) and had them FAX these statements. Then it was processed.

I suspect they are ignoring all insurance statements, and that other patients cannot communicate with their companies as easily as I can. I would like to ask of all companies to FAX all statements to this institute, and any other like it.

And I would like to know why, in the face of this double-billing practice, the hospital saves money by hiring nurse technicians instead of nurses.

I believe it is time I provided some names.

The female customs official at Heathrow Airport was named Ally.

The department store was Lord & Taylor in Stamford, Connecticut. And I would like this publicly owned company to open a web-site and explain their finances to their share-holders.

General manager; Kathy McTigue

Operations manager; Chris Poleto (very protective of Monica's ego.)

Divisional manager; Dina Sturtevant (also very protective of Monica's ego and, during my suspension, at the time they had me return, Monica called her up crying insisting that she could not face me. Chris politely asked me to leave. As I did, I stopped to tell a co-worker that I could not have lunch with her. Security was watching me and Dina chased me out of the building.)

Human resources manager; Deborah Walker Hauptman

Manager; Monica Christiensen

Loss Prevention Head; Dominick

If I have misinterpreted Monica's family history, or any other facet of her life at this department store, I apologize. There was NO malice intended. It always amazed me that I saw her wearing clothing from my department but I never saw her pay for it. This was unlike my last manager, Filomena Serra, for whom I often handled her purchases and returns. I was also startled by Monica's facial characteristics and her inability to handle any insult to her status. But since I first made these suggestions, there has been no answer. I want one now. And I want to know why Monica's understanding of the English language is so limited.

It also always amazed me how the department next to ours, Designer Bridge, lost so much in sales after her transfer. In response to the decline, they moved from the dress department into this department their most successful sales associate. Management was very harshly critical of this person for her failure to rescue the segment of Designer Bridge to which she was assigned; St. John. This is a very expensive and successful designer and this segment was eliminated after I was fired.

And I would like to know why we had so much back-stock inventory. Our last manager, Filomena, had a half-stockroom only.

I also want to know how they were able to conclude inventory in June of 2000 while experiencing an incapability to transmit information. Why didn't they call for a repair-person? Or maybe they did, unknown to me. I further want an explanation of the storewide shortage statistics before this date yet after Monica first began working there in December of 2000. Of course, many people began working there at this same time.

And I want an explanation for the timing of her transfer into our department. Was it only a coincidence that it occurred as my doctor was able to pronounce me healthy?

If she or anyone else mentioned above, or any Lord & Taylor executive, would like to answer me in writing, I will be happy to place their unaltered document on this site even if it does require editing for spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. However, I will require written permission. And if I am proven wrong on any issue, I will be happy to admit to it.

Wednesday, March 20, 2002

In one of New York City's newspapers, I saw today a non-aquatic female ape uncontrollably fondling her son. She held her son at an angle such that the cameraperson did not have a full view of this. The photo was juxtaposed over a rape article covering a different issue. I believe this was a subliminal message confirming my suspicions.

If this cameraperson has better photography, I would like it turned-over to Child Protection Services of New York City and I would like a highly publicized example made out of this woman.

Even if they do not want to make a highly publicized example out of her, and even if they do not have better photography, there is no excuse to not turn it over to this government office.

And I would like Osama Ben Laden's successor to be informed of the fact that research has begun to biochemically cure their mental disease of finance dependence. (Or at least a biochemical Valium bomb.) This should encourage their surrender, as well as that of the Queen.

It amazes me how she believes that her actions will have no emotional consequences on me. Even if she was never involved with an attack on me, she was still involved with an attack on my country.

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was September 11th, 2001, 8:30 am New York time, and 1:30 pm British time. The Queen, Prince Charles, Prince William, and Tony the Pony all sat in Her Majesty's office awaiting their joyous celebration. The television was on WNBC morning news.

Suddenly, they heard the news that a plane had struck the World Trade Towers.

It was too early. The Royal Family looked at Tony the Pony wondering if he had failed them. He telephoned their New York Embassy.

Tony the Pony; "Are they out alive yet."

Consulate General (beside his window which had a view of the Towers); "Uh.....Uh.."

Tony the Pony; "Answer me!"

Consulate General ; "We have not heard from them."

Tony the Pony; "Did they telephone you?"

The Consulate General was silent.

Tony the Pony (crying); "Please answer me."

Consulate General; "They did not all carry their cell phones."

Tony the Pony; "Why not?"

Consulate General; "We did not believe it would be necessary. It was such a simple operation."

Tony the Pony; "But..."

Tony the Pony stopped himself. The Consulate General was crying uncontrollably.

Osama was upstairs in his bedroom. He looked very satisfied as he heard the crying. Very soon, the whole Embassy was wailing. He laughed.

Osama reminisced on his childhood. His earliest memory was as a three-year-old being fondled in the genitalia constantly and uncontrollably by his mother as she and his older sister laughed at his helplessness. He then watched the same happen to his younger brother. And later his wives did the same to his sons. He watched this but did not take action because in his culture, fathers are expected to be distanced from all babies.

Soon, the images of the besieged Towers was before the Royal Family and Tony the Pony. The Queen began screaming. Prince Charles vomited into the nearest sink, and William was ashen.

Later that evening, the Queen sat on the edge of her bed reviewing a letter written to her by Osama Ben Laden's father dated from the 1960's. In it, he explained the nature of the toxins he was asking permission to use at Heathrow Airport. It was a very detailed scientific review of the way these attack the brain and spine and how all victims would quickly die of a medically diagnosed emotional condition. It would be a "safe" and effective technique to attack diplomatic officials, and all other enemies with.

She thought about Vivian's pale, swollen, and deteriorated condition.

Suddenly she noticed William standing before her.

"What are we going to do," he asked.

"Pressure her to find the cure without admitting to her that she is sick."

"She already knows the truth."

"A psychologist can alter that. He will declare her delusional and appropriately medicate her," she answered.

"What if she never goes?"

"She will probably be soon hospitalized and then we'll send someone. Northern Westchester Hospital has already been instructed on what we require."

"What if she finds the cure before hospitalization?"

"I will confine her to a mental institution."

"And what if she does not take her medication?"

"I will have it forcibly injected into her," the Queen authoritatively asserted.

"What if that doesn't work?"

"Once she sees you, she will forgive everything."

"I won't be able to have an erection with her."

She handed him a box of jewelry.

He smiled, "Of course."

Friday, March 21, 2002

WQXR's newest advertiser is Chase bank, as well as Huffman Koos furniture. I also noticed in the newspaper that Verizon and AT&T are major advertisers.

I would like to explain the furniture commercial.

There is an apartment set-aside for me at Buckingham Palace. It has waited for me since just before my first trip to England in March of 1998. But they do not know what style furniture to purchase. In the commercial, the woman with the British accent states that she has been to this furniture store a few times and will now finally buy (i.e., in this sale).

In other words, they assume that I have looked at furniture.

I haven't thereby providing further testimony to my psychiatric condition.

Does William understand that I have the near equivalent condition of a battered wife? I am certain he does, but like many abusers, he believes that small loving gestures will compensate. I understand why he believes this. I have read about documented cases of abused spouses and children claiming that small gestures emotionally overwhelmed the abuse-issue, so therefore they were reluctant to take legal action.

But these don't work on me. So therefore they send me to a psychiatrist.

Since it is now publicly known that my doctor is Daniel Cameron, M.D. (i.e., published medical records), I want everyone to understand that I do NOT want any anger directed toward him.

He allowed me to experiment with the antibiotics. When another doctor found out about this he exploded in wrath. But when I handed the first such prescription (of Amoxicillin) to Robert Tesaro, who, at the time I knew him, was a pharmacist for 13 years, I said, "If it doesn't work we know something too." He agreed. I then also experimented with the antibiotic for an intestinal parasite as per the recommendation of a Texan doctor I spoke to. It didn't work, so I knew it was not a parasite and already experienced the Amoxicillin attempting to kill it.

As you already know, Dr. Cameron recently gave me all of the Amoxicillan I needed to perform the first Padma experiment, and then allowed me to experiment with the Valtrex which enabled me to confirm my suspicions that this is a central nervous system disorder.

In the Fall of 1999, as I was coping with the partial collapse of the upper right lung, I was working at Lord & Taylor. As I was taking care of a customer, the phone rang. I told her that's my doctor. When I finished the phone call, she asked me, "Is your doctor Dr. Cameron of Mount Kisco?" I said he was. He was her doctor too. She had been sick for years. Her lyme disease tests were always negative. When she arrived in his office he was the first of many doctors to tell her that these tests can be falsely negative. And he proceeded with lyme disease treatment such that she was finally well enough to go clothing shopping.

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was late in September of 2001. Tony the Pony was in the Queen's office. He was very angry.

Tony the Pony; "Why do we have to wait until she finds the cure? Why can't we kill her now?"

Queen; "I need to know how to eliminate the abdominal swelling."

Tony the Pony could not understand why.

The Queen gestured toward her own stomach behind the desk.

Queen; "I have tried everything, including the Dandelion Root."

He reluctantly understood.

Vivian was at the fabric store selecting fabric. One of the experts was explaining something to her. The manager interrupted.

Manager (to the expert); "How long is this going to take you?"

Expert; "Approximately two hours."

Manager; "Too long."

It then did not take two hours as Vivian purchased $600 in black silk and lace for lingerie.

It was after Christmas. Vivian was again in the fabric store. The ladies were talking about the arrival of the manager's Christmas presents awaiting them in their in-store mailboxes.

Vivian decided to wait to include this in her script. She already accidentally froze the market for this store, and did not want to jeopardize the jobs of these ladies. But she did want the manager to know how much he should appreciate people of such talent.

There was some wool fabric which Vivian liked, but decided she could not afford and really did not need. William arranged that one of the ladies make for her the classic cape featured in the store, while another a classic scarf, and that a third should monogram these. And the rest of wool was set aside for her sewing room in England.

Monday, March 25, 2002

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was September 12, 2001. Tony the Pony met with the Queen who was taking a sedative, Prince Charles who was drinking a stomach-relaxant, and Prince William who was pacing back-and-forth in the room.

Queen; "You failed us. Not only are 11 important military officials dead, but such a spectacular collapse was not in our plans."

Tony the Pony; "How was I to know that if you hit a building it might fall down?"

Osama finished his meeting at the Embassy. He went to bed. Instead of sleeping, he reminisced further on his childhood. He remembered a time when he was three-years-old and his mother took him to his grandparent's funeral. As she arrived, she carried him with one arm across his chest, and the other constantly fondling him. She sat with other women who did the same. The infants were fondled throughout the services.

The following day Prince William was talking to an executive of The New York Times.

Executive; "If you don't want her to have a job which pays over $9/hour, we won't let her have one. The young lady has no family values. If such a job upsets you, she should not seek this. And all she has to do to pay her bills is take a trip to London to make herself your financial dependent. We are still trying to understand why Vivian did not sign-over her copyrights to a married man so he could pay off his debts, satisfy his wife, and marry and impregnate Vivian. For some reason, she does not want children. Of course if she had to choose between a man and her books she should choose a man. But she refused to let him and the company he worked for have all the money. She wanted equal pay for equal work. She is obsessed with money and her career. He insisted on withholding all of the money from her because he did not want her working full time while being a mother. And then he was going to do her a favor and sign his celebrity authorship on all her future writings. And then he was going to spend all the money on himself because he did not want a wife who is greedy for material objects."

William; "Her biological clock is ticking."

Executive; "I know. And when we finish financially manipulating her, she will pursue you. Time is on our side. You can beat her and her finances-up all you want. She will not take legal action especially since President Bush, Prime Minister Blair and the Queen will legally protect you anyway."

William; "I'll be doing her a favor. She should appreciate the fact that there is a male in her life willing to beat her up routinely. She should enjoy her battered wife status. Many women would be honored to be my battered wife. She has no other technique to create a family."

Executive; "You're a bright boy. We will continue to pressure her to seek a psychiatrist so we can find what is inhibiting her from accepting this wonderful opportunity."

It was September 11th. The Royal Family had originally selected this date for the wedding to ridicule Vivian's patriotism. It was also a Jewish Holiday, and Shin Fein would be busy with other priorities.

But the Royal Family soon realized that they would loose much of their audience of the United States and therefore postponed the date for one week.

It was the eve of September 18th and another Jewish holiday. William was alone in his room. The Queen telephoned him.

Queen; "Don't forget to take your pills."

William; "For what do I need these?"

Queen; "As I explained before, you don't need to know right now. My doctor recommended it."

He reached into the CVS bag of stolen merchandise. He selected one pill labeled Amox-500 and another of Valtrex. He took both these. He and Vivian went to say good-night to the well-wishers.

The following morning, Vivian could not eat breakfast. The Queen watched this.

Queen; "Of course you are nervous. It is a tremendous honor to be married into my family."

Vivian then experienced the hick-ups.

Queen; "You are very nervous and honored."

Vivian; "That's my diaphragm muscle."

The Queen laughed in ridicule.

William again took his pills while he was alone. He then walked from Buckingham Palace to the Cathedral and waited for her at the end of the aisle.

Vivian emerged from the Palace quite pale, unable to smile and fighting nausea.

She arrived at William's side wheezing heavily. One of the bride's maid's handed her an inhaler. It wasn't enough.

William (disciplining); "Just what do you think you are doing to me?"

Vivian was wheezing too heavily to talk.

William called from the audience a psychiatrist who was ready to take her case.

Vivian pulled together enough energy to say one thing.

Vivian; "I need a nebulizer."

William; "No, you don't."

They all went into a private room, including the Queen.

Queen; "Vivian stop it. You are ruining everything."

William (turning toward the psychologist); "She says she doesn't like the way I beat-her up. She refuses to understand that her biological clock is ticking. She is almost 40-years-old. She can't handle it. There are many girls out there who would handle well the status as my battered wife. It is a great honor to be beaten by me. I should throw her away for one of them. I had to batter her finances just to get her to chase after me. She was so obsessed with her money that she wanted to keep it."

Psychiatrist (turning toward Vivian); "There is nothing wrong with being a battered wife. And people are more important than money. Would you rather never marry? Why don't you want children?"

Vivian could not speak.

Psychiatrist; "I have some medicine with me which should help you."

She refused to take it. It was forcibly shoved down her throat.

She began vomiting violently.

Queen; "How dare you do this to your dress!"

Psychiatrist (pulling-out his cell phone); "It would be easier for the medicine to work if we re-hydrate her. I need an IV pack."

The nurse technician he telephoned selected the pack labeled, Vivian.

It was forcibly placed into her arm.

She closed her eyes.

Tuesday, April 02, 2002

It seems to me that the United States Government is not taking my experiences at Northern Westchester Hospital seriously.

If al-Qaeda is established there, it may not be just for me. The Clintons' home is close-by.

And if al-Qaeda is established there, this may not be their only hospital.

I would like to remind the State Department that Riaz Hussein's operation was out of a medical unit in London. It is their technique for dispersion of the infectious toxins.

There was one more peculiarity of the events at the hospital.

A few hours after the IV was inserted into me, I was transferred into my room. The short journey had awakened me fully.

I placed my hands on both sides of my neck. It was full of large pimples. These were characteristically unlike any I had as a result of the thyroid disorder, or a vitamin E overdose, or anything else. These lasted two weeks.

For the past three weeks I have experienced a set-back. All progress with the abdominal swelling reversed, and my appetite slightly diminished. Yesterday I resumed the Solaray Oregon Grape Root and Artichoke Leaves. Both are included in the long list of herbs I mentioned earlier which I took approximately one year ago. And everything now seems to be going in the correct direction again.

I believe that the only possible explanation for this reversal is another exposure. And I do not think it is likely that it is a coincidence that this occurred almost exactly two months after my hospitalization.

Yesterday I received from my insurance company their notification of their receipt of Dr. Marcus's bill.

Dr. Marcus was the name of the doctor on my wristband. And as I previously explained, he was not the emergency room physician. This is easily proven by the above published document signed by Dr. Salerno. I acquired it because I went to my doctor's office to pick-up a copy of my blood test results. I needed these because I was still struggling to understand why a high white blood cell count was interpreted as a psychiatric disorder. On top of the folder was this other document. My doctor's assistant helped me understand the codes such as d/o; disorder.

I never saw Dr. Marcus. I did hear the voice of a male doctor from behind the curtain next to me. He was attending to a patient while I used my weak voice to say, "Nurse." The physician instructed the adult male next to him who was not his patient to go find a nurse. And he immediately did this.

Why would Dr. Salerno assign billing to someone else?

As for William, he appears to have released his grip on my career. As an Easter present, I sent him one of the black lace photographs in a tiny silver frame. This was his response.

Before Easter I told him that he has to free Heathrow Airport of al-Qaeda influence. I believe he can do it, especially since I have recently learned that he is more assertive than I imagined.

I worry about him, especially since Princess Margaret and the Queen Mum died within two months of each other, shortly after I survived the hospitalization.

The best protection, I believe, is for residents of the UK to contact their Parliamentary representatives and tell them that while they have no chance for re-election, they will be forced to resign before the end of their terms if anything happens to him. Parliament has the power to stop whatever is happening, and I expect them to use it.

I am amazed and grateful for all of the help Wall Street has given me as a I struggle for the career I studied for. I now know that the only factor remaining against me is some emotional characteristic of The New York Times. I have no idea what it is.

And another citation is long overdue. It was my mother's idea that Hitler was of the Jewish faith. She wanted to do a dissertation on it, and leave it with me to be released after her demise. Instead I developed upon her theory with my experiences.

Part II, Tuesday, April 02, 2002

On another subject...

On December 28th, I mentioned that I intended to write a script which focuses on a museum exhibit of a reproduction of a human brain which individuals can walk through. I forgot to mention that I strongly stipulated that no information derived from animal experimentation should be used because most of our information on this subject is from human injury.

Wednesday, April 03, 2002

It was in early 1997 that I sent President Billy-Goat a copy of my book in an attempt to explain to him what my prospective husband meant when he demanded of me to choose between him and the book.

It was shortly thereafter that my manager at the Grand Union, John Acocella, and his manager, Kenneth Sansone, fired me because a customer mysteriously began yelling at me and I called a manager over and began taking notes. The argument these managers made against me was that I yelled too, without explaining why I had also called John over, and without quoting what I "yelled". I believe this was a set-up, and that it was expected that for the first time in my retail career I would yell at a customer. And then I disappointed them. Linda testified at the in-store hearing with Ken that she didn't know if I yelled. Then Ken said that he had talked to her that morning, and then stopped himself from continuing to talk. My guess is he almost admitted to attempting to influence her testimony. John, and a new employee named Queenie who left a few weeks later, testified that I did yell. And after these testimonies he asked me, "Are you sorry you yelled at that customer?" I answered why he did not quote what I "yelled". A few months later I sent John a postcard asking why he did not repeat often that the moon is made of green cheese and then ask me why I refused to believe it?

Was my prospective husband's interest in paying-off his debts by signing his name to my book the only reason why I was fired?

It was one year later that President Billy-Goat demanded that I help with negotiations strategies with Iraq.

It would be, of course, for no pay because my prospective husband did not want me working full time while being a mother. And he was doing me a favor which I was mysteriously refusing.

But the real reason for no-pay was that Billy-Goat wanted to sign his name to my negotiations strategies.

I helped anyway. What could I do? Wait for Iraq to invade?

What I would like to know is if President Billy-Goat intended to ask me one year earlier? Why did he wait? Or maybe he didn't but The New York Times and WNBC news waited to relay the message.

Why?

Are these members of the Jewish faith who, like my Jewish neighbors, also working for the Arab world? Is this the real reason why I was not allowed to work for one year, with the exception of a few months as a result of the court action during which period I was harassed so severally that I quit?

And how is this newspaper surviving in the absence of a substantial portion of their advertising revenue?

If my theory is accurate, this may also explain much of our foreign policy problems.

The next logical question is do these members of the Jewish faith vote in both the US and Israeli elections? If so, the State Department has the legal authority to deport them.

It would be the easiest solution to my problems.

I would like to talk more about the events on August 31st, 1997. How did we conclude it was David who drove the Fiat?

Fiat sold someone a left rear tail-lamp shortly after this event. It was to him.

At the time David worked in Canada, with his US citizenship status. When he attempted to return one year later, he was taken aside for questioning. This was after I was detained at Heathrow Airport and had this idea.

Then the television production company moved the set to California and President Billy-Goat immediately took action such that they would have the same tax-breaks.

And how did they find-out Princess Diana was about to testify on my behalf?

My opposing council was Jewish, and the federal judge had a Jewish employee whose loyalties were not to the US Constitution.

But was her interest in testifying, and the fact that Dodi was forbidden from having children with a white woman, the only reasons why this occurred?

Why are Princess Margaret and the Queen Mum dead? In my script, Diary of a Septic Tank, I theorized that Osama ben Laden intends to colonize the UK. Am I correct? I also predicted that the Queen will be next. I was almost correct.

I concluded David's boss, Chris, drove a third vehicle because he visited me at my place of work before and after the accident. The difference in his condition was dramatic. In his second visit, he attempted to demonstrate to me the usefulness of store coupons. This is what everyone else was trying to explain to me such that I would not need equal pay for equal work.

On another issue, by May 1st of this year, I expect gas prices to be at $1/gallon, and all leaks plugged including those at the gas stations of drops which the customer paid for but never received. I also expect complete independence from all imported oil and gas withOUT additional drilling in the United States. If these demands are not met, I will have to ask shareholders in these companies to sell their stock.

And by September 1st, I expect to see on the market gas-efficient SUVs.

We can do it. We are innovative aquatic apes.

Thursday, April 04, 2002

I believe I am correct. The New York Times and WNBC news are receiving money from the Arab world. This is why they tried to financially force me to marry a married man with AIDS. And it is why they gave me five years of misery when I didn't.

General Electric owns WNBC. I expect all recipients of this money to leave the United States within the next two weeks; by April 18, 2002. If my demand is not complied with, I will ask all shareholders in this company to sell.

We will then finally be able to manage our foreign policy without the interference of a propaganda machine.

While they are living in Israel, I expect them to establish protective services for abused and neglected children, as well as search for hidden concentration camps, and stop destructions of non-Jewish archeological excavations.

In five years I will review their work and make a decision as to whether or not they will be permitted to briefly visit the US.

Among the foreign policy issues we must consider is the fact that neither side of the Middle Eastern conflict cares about the Palestinians. While people like Osama ben Laden and Sadaam Hussein may speak about their plight, I believe this is only a socially adaptive pretext to extort money. The Palestinians have been convenient pawns for the Arab world--a fact which I suspect these victims already know.

Those of you who own shares in oil and gas companies, as well as General Electric, I am certain understand that while you may receive generous dividend checks, you spend this money on utility bills, surcharges resulting from the events of September 11th, and economic inflation caused by utility prices.

I believe that the end of April of 2002 will be the beginning of my life.

As for my concerns about Northern Westchester Hospital, nurse technician Carol Case is attempting to make the argument that I am racially profiling her.

Dr. Amy Salerno and Nurse McIntosh are white, as are all of the associates of accounts receivable which I met, including one of the managers.

And the first RN which took care of me, Marcia (about whom I described her extraordinary competence), is African-American.

But if this is her only answer, then I don't need to ask any more questions.

Friday, April 05, 2002

This morning I was awakened by a trespasser. I knew that if I telephoned the Police it would be after the individual was gone.

I am assuming I will not survive this month.

I would like to ask Georgie-Pooh's oil-wealthy friends to consider a few issues.

The World Trade Towers were selected as a target not just because of their height, but because of their position within the financial world. The resultant financial consequence was, of course, the act of tickling the toe of the great Wall Street tiger.

But next time it might be different. These people are becoming increasingly sophisticated. And they will want back all of the money they gave you. They are not satisfied with their billions. They want more, and always will.

And as Vice President Cheney thinks about the issues of hospitals and al-Qaeda, I suggest you do the same. We all find ourselves in medical care once in a while. Do you want to find a mysterious, unexplained rash on your neck during your next hospital visit? How will your money protect you against that? Of course, you could finance rash-research, and hope to live long enough for scientists to find the cure.

(And how much money did you invest in cancer research?)

You need to understand that every dollar you direct toward foreign oil and gas, will be returned with a bomb attached, and all the surcharges which follow. None of us is safe.

I know I have made many friends on Wall Street with this web-site. And I know that everyone of them knew at least one person who died on September 11th. And for those who are indifferent to the human issue, you must already realize the potential financial fatalities.

I am hastening the deadline for the oil and gas companies to April 26th of this month. This is the schedule for the next three weeks.

On April 12, 2002, I expect prices at the pump to be at a maximum of $1.30/gallon, and all dependency on OPEC eliminated. (I recently paid $1.67 as our property taxes contribute to some of the highest rates in the nation.) I am not using the statistics of national averages because I fear these may be altered for political purposes.

If this is not complied with, I would like to ask of everyone to sell 1/3 of their oil and gas stock. This is very easy to do, even if you only have one stock certificate. For example, a certificate of 60 shares can be delivered to your broker with instructions to sell 20, and return 40 in the form of another certificate.

By April 19, 2002, I expect prices at the pump to be at a maximum of $1.15, and all dependency on Russia eliminated.

If not, sell another third of your stock.

By April 26, 2002, I expect prices to be at or below $1.00, with NO dependency on imports and withOUT increased drilling in the United States.

I understand that selling in units of thirds rather than all-at-once will cost more in commission. But my experiences with my neighbors who stole my mail has taught me that several small checks are better than one big one.

I know Wall Street has many legal and legitimate techniques to help enforce this. I would appreciate if they would use these now.

And, of course, all those of the media propaganda machine, must leave by Monday morning (i.e., April 8th), or I will ask for a sell-off on General Electric. My spare weapon is to ask for a sell-off of WNBC's partner, Microsoft. If anything happens to me or my house, please sell that.

Bill Gates, do you have anything to say about September 11th?

I would like Georgie to stop Pooh-Poohing these issues and recognize that these are the greatest threats to all foreign policy initiatives for peace in the Middle East, as well as many other issues. I would like General Colin Powell to enter the upcoming negotiations with the status of someone who commands all financial issues, rather than begs for these. I would like Georgie-Pooh to prove to me that he is capable of real and effective leadership.

And I would like William to think about my safety. As he already knows, I made two lingerie outfits; the black lace naughty bride, and the pink chiffon and white lace nice bride. He has never seen the latter, and I still have one tiny frame left.

Monday, April 08, 2002

They are still here, and gas prices are expected to rise.

Please,

sell all stock in General Electric,

and

sell l/3 of all stock in oil and gas companies.

This Friday, April 12, 2002, will be the new deadline for $1.15/gallon.

Another citation is long-overdue.

On a Sunday in January of this year, I had almost no appetite. I decided I might eat a warm bucket of popcorn while watching a movie. But which movie? Having not seen any television reviews or commercials I had no idea what was playing. I finally selected the playhouse closest to my home which had an R-rated movie with an interesting title, The Shipping News.

I drove to the playhouse hoping that for my money, time, and energy, it would be good.

For two hours I forgot about everything happening in my life.

I emerged from the theater thinking that was a very good movie, but not a classic.

One week later I had the same appetite problem. I decided to see it again.

I emerged thinking it was a classic, I just missed too many facts.

I saw it two more times and wanted to see it again. I also looked for the soundtrack even though I do not have a CD player.

I disagree with one theory of human behavior presented near the end of the movie. So therefore this movie provided an inspiration to discuss the issue.

There is a German Shepard which looks more like our first dog named Rombo, rather than Fluffy. Or, in other words, Rombo makes a cameo appearance.

In this movie, the siblings are half-brother-and-sister. My brother and I are full siblings, and our relationship was NOT like that.

When I was struggling to understand why they were doing this to me, I heard on the radio that the shipping industry will be affected by the rise in gas prices. I then put the pieces together.

I was very disappointed when it was overlooked by the Oscars.

And on another issue...

Did someone come forward to bear witness to what was bellowed throughout the hospital's 6th floor west wing? I would be very grateful to that person.

Friday, April 12, 2002

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was March of 2001. President Billy-Goat had just turned over the White House to Georgie-Pooh. Georgie-Pooh addressed the first issue on his priority list.

Bug Vivian's telephone.

Vivian had two telephone carriers, Verizon and AT&T. He telephoned one of these. With their computer technology, he had a pocket-sized listening devise on him. He even placed it in his pajama pocket when he went to bed. It didn't bother Laura. It was one more barrier between them and she never orgasmed anyway.

Vivian's phone wasn't working correctly. When it rang, it appeared to be struggling thereby delivering an interrupted ring. She telephoned the phone company.

Vivian; "These are 1966 rotary telephones."

Then they both laughed.

Customer Service Rep; "I'll guess one phone had a problem and it bled-out to the other phones."

Vivian; "Will I have to replace these?"

Customer Service Rep; "Yes."

Vivian; "Where do I get a touch-tone phone."

Customer Service Rep; "In your local store. We will replace the first jack for free."

And at the pharmacy, her place of work, she selected the cheapest phone. She decided to buy the other two at a later date, after the repairman closely analyzed the problem.

The phone company repairman came and installed the new phone. He looked-over all the phone equipment looking for the problem. He looked at the poll near her home, and down the street. Later on that day he finally called her.

Repairman; "I've been with the company for 13 years and have never seen anything like this. It requires more electricity for the telephone company's office to ring those old rotaries than the new phones. And the office wasn't delivering enough electricity. Over 200 customers are affected."

Vivian; "Am I the only one complaining?"

Repairman; "Yes."

Vivian was using her new touch-tone phone. She called her bank to monitor her bank activity. Georgie-Pooh recorded her pin-number. She then hung-up the phone and telephoned her credit card company to communicate with their computer. Then she hung-up the phone and it rang. She found herself still connected to the bank.

This happened often, although not always. Why?

Georgie-Pooh told no one, not even his good friends, the Hitlers. He never gave a hint that he knew every detail of her bank records, tax records and everything else. He made one exception.

In late August of 2001 she telephoned many people close to her home looking for someone who could help her open a web-site. She finally found a small local business.

Georgie-Pooh announced immediately that she had a web-site.

She could not understand how they all knew so quickly. It was not a great tragedy. On September 10th, the phone at the World Health Organization rang all day of people from around the world including Japan asking for their report on the activities at Heathrow Airport. So they would have found out anyway.

It was March of 2002. Vivian telephoned her health store in Manchester, England to purchase more Padma 28.

Vivian; "The illness is taking so long to die."

Jan; "A circulatory system ailment does."

Vivian; "It is the central nervous system."

Jan; "Same thing."

Vivian; "And the St. John's Wort is working so well. It is my understanding that it is a natural antibiotic working on misdiagnosed people."

Jan; "It is actually working on your liver."

Vivian knew from experience that if several experts say different things, when all is said and done they all said the same thing. She concluded it is a natural antibiotic working through the liver.

It was early April of 2002. Prince William received his assignment from Vivian to shut-down the activities of Heathrow Airport before it consumes England.

He went to Heathrow and saw the lab.

Until this moment, he had no emotions for what happened to her. Especially because he never really believed it. But there it was. A laboratory which could only have one purpose. And there was something about the cold indifference to human suffering of the technicians. Then he felt the cold laboratory equipment. Chills went up and down his spine.

He attempted to use the assertiveness she loved so much about him.

Then he was viciously ridiculed and thrown-out.

She said she would help him if he asked. He asked. She helped by providing a recommendation delivered through her web-site on April 12th.

It was Saturday, April 06, 2002, just after Vivian mentioned on her web-site that she made two lingerie outfits; one was a naughty bride of black lace, the other a nice one of pink chiffon and white lace. Vivian was at work. She asked one of the managers if she could go to lunch now. He said she could. She selected a snack and stood on a short line. On another line at the counter was a face she had not seen in almost 20 years. She first saw him almost 25 years ago.

Was it he?

Like herself, he had gained much weight as middle age was approaching. And, like herself, the tone of his skin was different.

He did not look at her as she could not stop starring.

Was it he?

She looked at the art supply he was buying. He was either a look-alike with identical interests, or someone else. Then he walked toward the exit door which required that he walk by her.

It was his walk.

How did he find her? Of course there was the web-site. But who released the information of her place of work and schedule? Was it Georgie-Pooh, the Hitlers, or al-Qaeda? Of course, it could not have been William.

Running along with him was a three-year-old boy.

She remembered her mother once telling her that she will always love him. But her lack of responsiveness to seeing him, except for her curiosity and concerns for her security, made her realize she did not. She decided she did not want him in her life.

She had thought about him occasionally over the years, especially when she wondered if she would ever marry. She always believed he would never marry anyone else and would eventually come for her.

Why would he choose this moment?

He let her know how stunned he was to learn of her cancer history, and how certain he was that she would always love him.

How would she get rid of him quietly?

She soon learned that her phone was bugged and that Georgie-Pooh was telling him when she was home. It was Georgie's understanding that any good executive would willfully place himself in the middle of such an emotional issue.

Of course Vivian knew that this individual of her past was a character type who would never join al-Qaeda. But she had long resolved that everyone was presumed guilty until proven to be like Jerry, Jodi, or Adrienne Hazen.

Adrienne Hazen was one of the first executives she met at Lord & Taylor. She refused to get involved with the hidden world. So they transferred her into the district in which she wanted to be which was where her family lived. When Vivian said goodbye, she told her, "We are going to move your family to this region so you don't have to leave."

Vivian then resolved that Adrienne would play the role of William's other counterpart. That is, the part who is his professional partner, not the cat nor the anthropologist. This was based on Adrienne's character, her beauty which Vivian did not want tampered with, and the way Adrienne admired store exhibits. As this character admired museum exhibits, Vivian believed she would be well-qualified for the role. And she did not want the show's star playing this role because she did not want the Prince of Wales playing opposite a former porn-star.

On April 09th, a few days after her trip down memory lane of 25 years, Vivian went to see her hair dresser.

Melitta (pointing to the region framing her forehead); "The split ends are here."

Vivian; "I am going to guess that the Akinoit is maneuvering through the brain and is now interacting with the infection in that region. I was at my chiropractor's office a few weeks ago. When I arrived my hair was still fluffy. Then after the session I found myself brushing flat hair."

Melitta; "That's impossible. But we don't need to re-perm your hair. I can save you some money and trim it. That might help."

And it did.

Vivian was at work taking her midday dosage of two pills of Padma 28, St. John's Wort, and Oregon Grape Root. She had already stopped the Artichoke Leaves because its usefulness had expired and was making the abdominal swelling worse. And she temporarily stopped the Thymic Longevity compound because she had too much of one ingredient although still needed the other.

She opened the newspaper she found in the break-room and learned that former New York State Governor Mario Cuomo has a son, Andrew, who is running for governor. Under the Clinton Administration, Andrew managed the Department of Housing and Urban Development. Vivian hoped that President Georgie-Pooh had followed the instructions of her aquatic apes and appropriately audited this governmental office. What were the results? It is a very fair question of any political candidate.

On April 11th, Vivian realized her phone was bugged.

On the morning of April 12th, she heard a Jaguar commercial on WQXR, before the news and while she fell asleep. Previously, she heard Amtrack advertising. She wondered who else advertised during her sleep that morning.

William asked his grandmother one more time if he could return home. She was still uncontrollably jealous that all of the mail was directed toward him. So he left college and moved into a small apartment. His security people offered to bring him furniture. He had no time for that.

He began to select military officials he believed he could trust and summoned them to his apartment.

He first telephoned those who played Mission: Impossible with him when he was a child. He enjoyed the way they trained him on military activity while he ran around their big feet. And then there was the person who tutored him on spelling.

He was certain he could count on them. They turned away.

He next telephoned those who were grotesquely submissive to him. Certainly, if he gave them a direct order, they would follow.

They didn't.

There were many people whom he either never met, or kept their distance from him. They responded with great interest.

He then understood that a friend is not necessarily someone whose company you can enjoy. And that your best friends are those who are both.

They all arrived in his apartment and he invited them to sit on the floor. Many responded they were too old for that. Fortunately, a few had some beach chairs in their cars.

William; "This can't go on at Heathrow."

Military Person; "Much more happened than you believe. They also helped the Russians murder Star Wars scientists."

In Moscow, officials were discussing building briefcase-sized nuclear weapons.

Russian Official; "We don't have the money anymore. I don't want to stop this project half-way."

French Official; "I'll telephone a few of Georgie-Pooh's friends and have them raise gas prices. The money should be here soon."

Russian Official; "Maybe if we could finally talk her into having a colonopscopy..."

French Official; "We tried that already."

It became Wall Street's most patriotic moment. They all forgot about their paychecks, and involved themselves in every effort to lower the value of the stock of gas and oil companies. These companies countered by buying their own stocks thereby driving the prices back-up, but aquatic apes had an answer for everything. And Wall Street would soon formulate an answer.

She had set the aquatic apes in motion. She asked for restraint on their sale of oil and gas stocks such that these were sold in units of thirds rather than all at once. She also asked that they would wait to sell Microsoft. And she never discussed AOL.

She should have known that setting aquatic apes in motion would be the equivalent of opening the flood gates. They sold everything, and more.

She then asked of everyone with appropriate expertise to approach their local gas station owners and offer their help to repair the leaks. Every tanking resulted in loosing a few drops. Across the country, this was an extraordinary loss. And the consumers all paid for this gas.

Bill Gates found himself unexpectedly cornered. Vivian asked of him to invent a technique such that computers would use less electricity for identical accomplishment. She hoped this would be enough to eliminate all nuclear reactors. She especially feared for the Wall Streeters who lived so closely to Indian Point.

Bill Gates was too helpless to say no.

And, to her surprise, they all said, "Free Vivian."

Tuesday, April 16, 2002

United Airlines is now advertising on WQXR. I am stunned that after they lost two planes to this madness they are now financing the hands which fed it.

I slept through the 7 am news yesterday. Even more amazing is the fact that I dreamt I was listening to it which eliminated all incentive to wake-up.

Last evening between 7:30 and 9 pm, Georgie-Pooh shut-off his monitoring devise completely. He didn't even leave on the mechanism which alerts him when I place a phone call and then enables him to begin listening approximately 15 seconds after the recipient answers my call. I use this to keep him awake at night until he shuts-off the devise. I will continue to monitor his activity to prove my case against him.

It is my understanding that investigations are showing that the fraud which my mother suspected within the Department of Labor, Unemployment Insurance Division, was the kickback money which was delivered to OPEC and al-Qaeda in the amount of 85-cents per gallon. If this is correct then we must attempt to understand why my mother and I each walked into the same situation.

Some might argue it was an act of God.

Rather, I believe, it is testimony to the omnipresence of al-Qaeda. If this is correct, then we must look under every bed for their influence. All US companies must perform thorough internal investigations and encourage employee whistle-blowing while acknowledging the fact that the whistle-blower need NOT be correct, only reasonable. Such companies include, for example, IBM.

I would like to use my experiences at Lord & Taylor to help whistleblowers understand what to look for.

When I first began at this store, Deborah explained to us new employees that part of our job is to look for shoplifting and call Loss Prevention. It is difficult to know what to look for: "Sometimes it is just a hugh..." She gave the example of an executive, whose name she withheld, who once did a return for a customer and thought to herself, "Hugh." She called Loss Prevention. Eventually a search warrant was acquired and over $7,500 in Lord & Taylor merchandise was found in his home.

After two weeks of working on the floor, I entered the fitting room to clean it out and heard from one of the rooms the sound of a shopping bag opening.

"Hugh," I said to myself. And then I remembered what Deborah said and immediately called Loss Prevention.

At first I did not know what to say because I felt ridiculous explaining I heard a shopping bag. The person encouraged me and I explained. Then I saw the person, who was the only customer in the fitting room, leave. It was too late to place a camera on her. I told the Loss Prevention person this and asked him to hold-on while I went into the fitting room and found two pieces of a very expensive designer, Tahari, sitting on the chair with the senso-tags in a visible location, as well as an empty shopping bag next to it. I brought these out and asked what I knew was an obvious question, "What was she doing?"

"She was trying to steal it."

I made many phone calls to Loss Prevention. I needed the reward money. We eventually knew each other so well that I would say, "This is Vivian in Liz Claiborne. There is something wrong with my computer." And they would place the camera on the person. Sometimes I was mistaken, and the person would eventually pay for their merchandise. On one occasion when I was surrounded with customers and we ascertained which customers they should watch, another customer realized what I did and said to me after I hung-up the phone that there was something wrong with those people.

During one Christmas Season, my phone calls stopped. Loss Prevention was afraid I was feeling foolish because we had not caught anyone. During a departmental meeting with Filomena a representative came and explained that just because we did not catch them, did not mean they did not steal.

The fact was my phone calls stopped because I had not seen anything. I was beginning to understand the thief ethologically.

I learned that the most important characteristic to look for in any female is the excessive make-up. There are two issues regarding this. The first is that they are hiding their personality. The second is that someone has to pay for this great expense.

And of females, I also learned that if they are throwing a tantrum, they are likely thieves. It is an attempt to intimidate and thereby ensue obedience. However, not all tantrum throwers are thieves and not all thieves throw tantrums. Some are quiet, nice, and very polite.

I did not have enough male customers to know what to look for.

After Dominick was fired as head of Loss Prevention, a new person came from Texas. He liked to create video collages of thieves in action before they were caught, and as they were being caught.

He would also give a brief lecture before each theatrical presentation explaining, "This is to help you understand that a thief can look like anyone." I had heard him, and many others of Loss Prevention explain this many times, but never understood what they meant until another department store in another state received much media notoriety for acting on the premise that all African Americans are thieves.

For all my phone calls, I finally caught one thief and received $25. For those who might say it was a waste of time, you must remember that I was still paid by the hour. It wasn't my time.

The thief was a white female wearing excessive make-up who approached my register returning without a receipt a tank-top with a label not featured in our store, and a hang-tag not attached to the garment, but rather looped around the label. I also did not recognize the department number. I called Loss Prevention asking for a department number. They understood my language and placed a camera on her.

I could have performed the return, but decided not to. She very nicely understood my reason (i.e., lie) that I had no department number to use.

Loss Prevention found her removing tags off of costume jewelry and placing these on her old clothes for return on her Lord & Taylor charge card. They believed, based on her charge card history, that the amount she admitted to was much less than her actual history.

To go additionally into the field of ethology and physiological psychology, I would like to attempt to explain the hugh-phenomenon. I believe that the information is not passing through the information centers of the brain.

On another subject, a few days ago I received a circular from our town's supervisor. It asked that we each, anonymously, fill-out a questionnaire concerning affordable housing. I have rarely seen a questionnaire on any issue. Of course, the issue for me is not affordable housing but rather equal pay for equal work.

One of the questions is, "Do you plan to stay?"

This made me wonder the real motive behind this. Is there an exodus in progress because residents are afraid of the potential for becoming medical slaves to al-Qaeda?

I would like to ask residents to consider a few issues, although I would encourage them to follow their intuition even if such information never passes through the language centers of their brains.

If al-Qaeda is established at Northern Westchester Hospital, it can be established anywhere. For all we know they may have begun establishing themselves within our medical community over 50 years ago. If you are trying to run, you probably can't.

If my suspicions are confirmed, it will be after a completed investigation, which is hopefully in progress. If investigators cannot confirm anything, that does NOT mean that al-Qaeda did not establish themselves there. But a little knowledge, while being a dangerous thing, is better than no knowledge at all. And this is what you have.

Instead of leaving, you may want to ask your physician's office to employ nurse practitioners who can extend office hours. Many people find themselves in the emergency room not because they need hospitalization, but because it is after office hours. And I would like to ask pharmaceutical companies to provide more samples for such office usage. I appreciated these samples because they are un-tampered packages directly from the factory. My doctor used these to help compensate for my lack of prescription coverage. But these can also be a weapon against al-Qaeda because, as we already know, they can appear in pharmacies.

But if you do find yourself in the emergency room and require admission, you may want to have an ambulance take you elsewhere.

As the investigation into Northern Westchester progresses, hopefully, I would like all insurance companies to prepare for possible upcoming subpoenas. Please gather all records.

One issue which must be investigated is why Carol Case bellowed my chart throughout the entire wing. Was it social pressure in that she made me feel like people were talking about me behind my back? Or was it the person in the next patient room whose phone she used? They should talk to this person. Who was s/he?

A friend of mine recently visited the emergency room of Northern Westchester Hospital Center for a nose bleed. He was diagnosed with raging leukemia and died three weeks later. I found-out yesterday, just a few days after the funeral. His name was Donald Sterling and he was 22 years old.

I worked with Donald between 1995 and '97 at the Grand Union. His mother was also briefly employed there.

I gave him a copy of my book with a letter on the title page explaining my gratitude for his act of heroism. I expected this would always serve as my recommendation to any future employer as I expected he would outlive me. He planned that such future employers would be Police Departments.

This was his act of heroism.

I was in the office/customer service desk when two women came-up explaining that one of them had been attacked in the parking lot. I called 911. The alleged assailant came into the store after her, and then tried to leave.

Donald, then at age 18, grabbed him.

I told Donald in the letter how important it was to me that this individual would not be in the parking lot when I left at 11 pm.

Donald brought him over to the ice cream novelty case in front of the office. The alleged assailant began to move around. I told him the Police is coming. He still moved.

I quietly summoned John Klinger, the overnight manager who by coincidence was standing nearby. By this time he had his shirt and belt off and was making threatening gestures with his belt. John tried to get his belt from him. He began to approach the female again.

"I don't want to go near him," she said.

What should I do, I wondered. Should I throw her into the office? This could be a set-up to rob us. Thieves thought of every technique possible.

But I knew her because she worked next door. She was a frequent customer and I could not imagine anyone faking such a terrified and shocked face.

And he was still six feet away while she was next to the office door.

I stepped-out of the office and stood between them. I quickly ethologically calculated that I should show no fear. And I also knew, that if I have no fear, there is nothing to be afraid of. He will only respond to fear.

He received my message and left her alone.

One older female customer then said loudly, "Doesn't anyone help anyone around here?"

I felt like slapping her in the face and telling her to shut-up. I was afraid she would begin a riot.

Instead the large young male behind her came over and began to help us.

Linda, the assistant bookkeeper, who just before all of this had left for the day, returned with her groceries: a small bag of potatoes, pint of sour cream, and bag of frozen vegetables. We were now armed with small, easy-to-throw objects, I thought.

"Call Joe," she instructed me, while clinging to her groceries.

Joe was another manager. I paged him. He came and helped.

"Call Jean," she then said.

I did.

I finally called 911 again to tell her that the Police was not yet there.

She explained they were looking for him in the parking lot.

Then I explained the event moved indoors.

Then I saw two Police cars arriving.

I went out and directed them to the pile of male bodies.

I went back into the office and called 911 again to ask for back-up as they could not place handcuffs on this very powerful male.

"Do you need back-up," I asked the pile of bodies. Of course, I received no answer. Then I wondered what I was thinking that I decided to ask.

Without needing further help, they handcuffed him. He had assaulted the female, two police officers and John Klinger.

I then telephoned John Acocella at home. It was the only time I ever did this. But the way I was trained, the manager must know about this immediately because it cannot occur that law enforcement, an attorney, or his manager approaches him and asks him about this issue, and he does not know what they are talking about.

He did not ask me why I thought to call, he seemed to understand and was glad to receive the call.

I later discussed the matter with Diana Farano, the regular office worker whom I was relieving while she was on vacation.

I told her that I did not know what to do. "What should I have done?" She told me I should never have left my steel cage because I was the one with the telephone.

If Her Majesty, the Queen, thinks that the name Donald Sterling is familiar, she is not imaging things. He is mentioned in my lawsuit as a witness to the yelling incident. However, Ken held the hearing while Donald was not there because Donald would not lie for him.

She should learn from an 18 year old.

Thursday, April 18, 2002

I have extraordinary news about my health. I appear to be free of Albuterol inhaler and only need Serevant every twelve hours. I have not used the latter in a few months, and when I did, it was in much more frequent intervals.

I have reinitiated the Thymic Longevity Compound. My system became desperate for it. I stopped the St. John's Wort.

For a long time now, since my employment in the pharmacy and possibly before that, I have had an additional symptom of excess facial hair. This was probably due to excess testosterone in the system. Since I stopped the St. John's Wort, it too has stopped. My guess is that this herb cured the problem, but the cure was not noticeable until I stopped the herb. Therefore I conclude this is an herb which one should not have too much of, nor too little.

On a related subject, it is my understanding that researchers have concluded that women who gain excessive fat during pregnancy have an increased risk of developing breast cancer later on in life. Scientists are therefore urging women to appropriately watch their caloric intake during pregnancy.

I do not believe in dieting. If this study is valid, then I would conclude that the same pre-existing biochemical imbalance caused the weight gain and breast cancer, not that the former caused the latter. And such would likely be the liver. I would like researchers to develop on their conclusions by using Dandelion Root or any other liver cleansing herb (such as Oregon Grape Root, St. John's Wort, or Artichoke Leaves), before pregnancy and follow the women's health after.

I have also experienced a health set-back. My abdominal swelling has worsened and my appetite has diminished. I suspect another exposure.

An event occurred on Monday which I decided not to mention two days ago because I decided it was of minimal significance. Now I am not so sure. So in addition to giving you this information, I will give you everything else which I thought was irrelevant. Of course some information will prove to be immaterial. But when I wrote the book I became very accustomed to working on something for many hours only to finally throw it into the garbage. I was half-way through the manuscript when I decided I can't let this upset me. I eventually learned to derive one sentence from the discarded material and explain why such was not included. I am sorry I did not do this more often. These are very important, however small in quantity of words, contributions.

On Monday, I was on the registers at the store where I work. I finished ringing the items of one female customer and she noticed on the computer screen a possible overcharge in price. I offered to check the item on the shelves. She declined. I ran her charge card through. It was approved and the paperwork emerged from the register. Then she protested the amount charged and insisted on checking the shelves. She refused to sign the receipt. I explained to her that any mistake would have to be corrected at the customer service desk in the form of an exchange. She still refused. I then followed her to check the shelves.

The first item she noticed was correct. The second was not. It rang 20-cents over and she had five such items.

It was very unusual for anyone to purchase five of these generous-sized packages.

The fact that she was incorrect on one issue, suggests to me that the company was not involved with this. But I believe the Queen was involved because someone has yet to explain to me how this hospital nurse found me. She was the one who refused to give me my pocketbook for one hour. She claimed the transportation department had it. I believe that would only be possible if they failed to remove my belongings from the stretcher when they brought me to my room. I find that unlikely and even if it was true, she could have sent someone to their office. Instead, she became very annoyed with me.

She could have been wearing the odorless gases.

We returned to the register. The general manager was at customer service counting-out a drawer. She became very irate and demanded of him to give it to her for free.

Another customer then appeared. He said the item he was purchasing was the last of its kind. It had no bar code or packaging. It was a roll of packing tape which I believe, he removed from a tape-gun. He wanted to give me his shelf-price quote of $2.49. She insisted I was in the middle of her transaction. I explained I could not do that with security watching. (I would have been fired. And if he ever worked as a cashier, he would have known that without the company needing to tell him.)

The general manager then came-over and explained to her the proper procedure as I had. She refused. He instructed me to ring a new transaction and he would take care of the rest. That is, he would post-void the transaction.

Throughout all of this she insisted she was in a hurry.

At first I was confused and said as I studied the receipt that I wasn't certain what to do.

She went over to the customer service desk to ask him to do it for me.

He came over and nicely repeated myself.

By then I was on my way. Instead of unpacking her bag, I read the numbers off of the receipt.

She then paid me in cash.

I will guess she thought she was doing something smart when she did not leave me with a sample of her signature. But it was not until later on that day that I realized who she was. Even if I asked the general manager to look through the pile of charge card receipts to illegally give me a copy, I would not have known what to do with the information. I could not supply any court with it.

This is another example of the inability of the non-aquatic ape to understand the judicial system.

But that tantrum meant to me that an investigation is in progress.

The intensification of the abdominal swelling symptom, as well as the decline in appetite, provides us with some much needed information. It means that the weak diaphragm is a symptom of a second or third ailment. It could be this is lingering damage from the bacterial infection killed by the Padma/Amoxicillin. It could also mean that I was given two viruses, in addition to the bacterial infection.

There is another subject matter I have never discussed. It is the issue of the divorce of the above-described Menace (i.e., that who tried to steal my mother's estate, and when that failed, cut in-half sentences in my book when Dorrance publishing, located in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, was my publisher).

My mother was still alive when we did the divorce-research together.

Long before it became a media circus, the Menace offered her 100 million dollars. She refused. Instead she went after heavily mortgaged businesses and properties without pursuing the licenses for operation of these businesses.

My mother and I suggested DNA tests on these three children because they had no resemblance to him. He did not father any of them. My mother figured-out who one of the fathers is.

We found a tabloid photograph of this wife and her personal body guard. The photograph disturbed my mother for three days until, as we were sitting at the kitchen table, she slammed her fist down and yelled, "That's it!" Then she ran to get the picture while I sat there unable to move.

"That's xxx's father," she exclaimed when she returned. The father is African-American. Neither parent ever noticed how dark the daughter was. When this issue was introduced in the courts, the wife died this daughter's hair blonde and used make-up to lighten the skin and then gestured to the media she was, WHITE!

The marriage was then annulled--declared to have never existed. This was because she was pregnant with the first when she demanded he marry her. He was not the first male she proposed to, only the first to accept. The prenuptial was dismissed on a motion. Then they had to decided how to divide the assets. Four attorneys would not take her case. She finally found a criminal defense lawyer who was delighted for the social opportunity. He normally defended radial left-wingers. I do not know if he knew her real identity.

He filed the papers under her married name. This was, of course, illegal. It was declared to have never been her name. Neither he, nor the Menace's attorneys, nor the judge thought this was inappropriate.

This wife could never make-up her mind if she was born in Austria or Czechoslovakia, and the spelling of her maiden name constantly changed.

My mother one day figured-out from her behavior that she was totally illiterate in any language. I added that she could not read her own false papers. Then we both laughed.

At the time, the revolution was occurring in Eastern Europe. We looked at the people in Austria, while listening to their accents. None were like this wife.

Then the press moved-on to Czechoslovakia. There was no one.

Then came Romania. They were just like her.

Then the press did a story about Elena Ceaucescu, the dictator's wife. I said, "That's her mother."

"Can't be." But my mother also knew I am rarely wrong about these issues.

We eventually acquired a picture of the Menace's wife with her mother. While it was difficult find, it was not exceptionally difficult because, for a reason no one understood, this wife was routinely allowed to see her mother despite USSR-restrictions. And Henry Kissinger, a close associate of them all, never noticed anything peculiar.

Of course, the Ceaucescus were both executed.

This wife then reunited with an Aunt living in Canada. She claimed she was her mother, but never explained her lack of resemblance to "her father". She insisted that the difference between both her "mothers" in hip-structure, height and facial appearance, was that her mother became more glamorous, not that the younger version was Elena Ceaucescu.

Nicolai Ceaucescu, as we know, hated pregnant women. When this Menace's wife helped her husband run his US businesses, pregnant women experienced pay-cuts.

She helped run his business by signing $2.50 checks. She knew that part of her job was to screen for inconsistencies. So occasionally she would take a check and throw it on the floor.

When she left Romania, she originally lived in Canada with a man whom she claimed was her husband, although her immigration papers indicated she was married to someone else now living in Australia of the United Kingdom.

Since the revelations of her real identity, she was officially exiled from this country except when she has working papers. Shortly after my mother died, I discovered the Menace's attempt to steal the content of her Estate. My act of revenge was to contact The New York Times.

"Ceaucescu had a fourth child," I explained.

"CEAUCESCU HAD A FOURTH CHILD," the editor yelled back in astonishment and interest.

"Whose been living in New York City."

He was quiet.

"By the name of..."

"Which court?"

"Supreme in Manhatten." Then I began explaining the true story about the divorce.

"Which court?"

"Supreme in Manhatten." And I continued.

"Which court?"

"Supreme in Manhatten, under Judge XXX." And I continued.

Then he politely terminated the conversation.

The media was certain they had the wrong court because they could not find the file. It was filed under her real name and this editor finally figured that out while I was on the phone with him. But I had no idea why he kept repeating this question.

Would someone mind explaining to me why she came to the United States.

And I have not received any response from any major car company concerning my demand for the release of gas-efficient SUVs by September 1st. Their deadline is now August 1st, and I expect the public to be assured of this by the end of this week. I would only buy stock of companies with this product.

And what is Bill Gates doing about energy efficiency and computers? I am demanding of all computer companies to address this issue. I would only buy stock of companies who have contributed to this issue.

Part II Thursday, April 18, 2002

Today I requested from Northern Westchester Hospital Center a copy of the nurse's progress reports and discharge notes. I received a copy of pages 2 and 3 of the letter by Dr. Frederick Foeppel, the physician who was there as my doctor was away, as well as another unsigned document.

I would publish copies on this web-site, however these contain too much personal information.

In the unsigned document, it is stated that I have a "history of chronic Lyme disease".

Untrue. I have had occasional battles with it, while in Dr. Cameron's care.

It continues to state, "According to Mrs. Lehman she has been a long-time patient of Dr. Cameron and has had chronic Lyme disease for the past three years."

Of my past medical history, it is stated that I am a "difficult historian".

Whatever that means. Although my mother had a BA in history.

It continues to state that I was "telling me to get in touch with Dr. Cameron or with Jenny, his nurse practitioner (emphasis supplied)."

This occurred in the emergency room. And who is me?

It continues to state that I "did not want to talk about (my) past medical history" and that I "Refused to talk about family history."

Untrue. I was never asked.

In the past medical history it is stated: "There is a questionable history of bulimia in the past."

Untrue.

Of the physical examination it is stated that I complained of being cold.

I did ask for an extra blanket while in the emergency room.

It also stated that my "neurologic exam was grossly intact."

And such exam occurred after I left the emergency room.

What is most interesting of this document is that it is typed with one handwritten entry. Such entry is the date of January 26, 2002, the date of the neurologic exam. I asked for the extra blanket on January 25, 2002. And the person identified as me must have been someone in the emergency room. I was transferred into my room at 9:30 pm (i.e., before midnight) as is evident from the above published records.

Dr. Foeppel's statement explains that the "EKG showed sinus tachycardia at 122 beats per minute, poor R-wave progression in V1 through V3, nonspecific ST-T abnormalities."

I was never told this before. I wish I had known then that this is a circulatory disorder. My friend Jan in Manchester England finally explained this to me.

The doctor also states, "I would like a psychiatric consultation. Dr. Waldman is covering this weekend to see the patient in the morning. Consider neurologic consultation as the patient can hardly walk."

Dr. Foeppel writes that the plan is to, "Admit to the floor....We will give the patient Compazine per rectum and Lomotil p.r.n. for diarrhea."

The problem with that statement is that I was not given Compazine until after my discharge because I requested it pursuant to a recommendation from Dr. Cameron at an earlier date.

And the drug Lomotil was never mentioned except in this document.

After his signature, the following appears:

FF / 709730 / 30536 /

D: 01/25/02 08:22 PM

T: 01/28/02

cc: Daniel Cameron

If it was typed on Monday, January 28, one might expect it would be on the doctor's stationary, which it is not.

And as Dr. Foeppel suggests from my limited ability to walk, he realized I had a physical brain dysfunction. But why was I told it was emotional?

Monday, April 22, 2002

Victory is beginning. Oil prices are beginning to decline. We must continue the pressure until gas prices are at $1/gallon, and until money for terrorism is eliminated. Then we should begin to see serious progress on our human rights issues.

Toyota and Subaru are new advertisers on WQXR.

Tempers are raging on this issue. I recently saw in The New York Post a photograph of the publisher of The New York Times. A drive-by bicyclist-messenger punched him in the eye.

Her Majesty, the Queen is very frustrated and has attempted to justify murdering me by arguing that I would be more effective in death than life. Is that what she really wants? Especially since I have not yet begun to assist the British textile industry.

French elections are upcoming. If they select someone I like I will help them with the silk industry. I used silk with the wool remnants. That should give William adequate incentive to help them, especially since he finds these more arousing than the pink chiffon and white lace lingerie. I would like him to find a good candidate, as well as help the British people find good parliamentary candidates as he travels all over the UK addressing economic issues. And then I would like him to threaten to lock me up in the Tower as he did when he issued his first marriage proposal 15 years ago.

William recently demanded to know why I did not resist temptation with Andrew. I explained because I did not want to loose him and my biological clock is ticking. William would have answered that is no reason to do anything, but that would have contradicted everything he has told me about tolerating the physical abuse.

I would like to discuss my alleged history of heart dysfunctions.

Approximately one year ago, during the recovery period after I was fired from the pharmacy and was not working, I woke-up in the middle of the night in a brutal night sweat. When I awoke the following morning I had a unique pain in a small region where the heart is located. I ate my one usual meal while experiencing this pain. At 4:15 pm, as the pain was worsening, I decided I should at least call my doctor. I was told to come immediately for my EKG. It was normal. However, for the first and only time in my life, I had high blood pressure. The nurse practitioner was so stunned that she took the reading again for the same results.

I began taking oiley vitamin E at approximately 800 units per day. One week later I decided to stop and the pain returned. So I resumed this supplement. Then I took a few pills of Solaray Grapefruit Seed Extract because I was experimenting with every herb made by Solaray, and because I read it is good for vericose veins. It did nothing for the veins but a few pills immediately stopped the pain in my heart and two days later took my first trip to New York City in a long time. I visited both the American Museum of Natural History and Metropolitan Museum of Art to write an article as my job application for The New York Times. And then I went for a walk. As I was returning to my car, I suddenly realized how energetic I was.

Three months ago, when the ambulance arrived, the first thing they did was take my blood pressure. To their surprise, it was normal.

My chiropractor has suggested that my hospital EKG may not have been done correctly. And one of my managers has suggested that the nose bleeds may have been caused by occasional rises in blood pressure.

I am aware that Magnesium Orotate is the recommended supplement for heart valves which are leaking. I have just begun taking Solaray Magnesium Asporotate which is a combination of several forms of Magnesium including this one. I hope it helps the asthma.

When I was in the emergency room, I was originally given one blanket. I asked a nurse for a second one and fell asleep. I eventually woke-up and saw Dr. Foeppel in front of me.

He introduced himself and explained that he was there for Dr. Cameron (who was away for the weekend. He told me he was going away when I telephoned him earlier that day explaining that I anticipated hospitalization.) Dr. Foeppel explained that he is a cardiologist and an internist. I asked if this is a cardiology issue. He said he was there as an internist. I then asked him for another blanket. He found next to him a few microwaved blankets and gave me one. Then I went back to sleep.

After looking more closely at the paperwork I discussed a few days ago, I realize that the unsigned document has the appearance of being page 1 in accompaniment with pages 2 and 3 written and signed by Dr. Foeppel. I did not originally recognize this because of the difference in medical background exemplified in each page. It appears to me that page 1 is all of the Queen's medical background because it discusses bulimia, Princess Diana's health nemesis.

Thursday, April 25, 2002

Diary of the

WOW (William of Windsor)

Paws

It was the Spring of 1999. Vivian was working at Lord & Taylor when her manager, Filomena, instructed her to go to lunch. Vivian was running around for her department. A customer suggested she should be paid per mile.

Filomena finally demanded that she go to lunch. Vivian went to the lounge while the television set was broadcasting a soap opera. The adult heroin was near death when they attempted to revive her. Her childhood boyfriend kissed her and she awoke.

William had long demanded of Vivian to place Snow White and Prince Charming in her script. Cinderella wasn't enough, especially since she wrote that before they fell in love.

It was January 25, 2002. The regions of Vivian's spine which kept her chiropractor busy (behind the skull and lungs) could no longer transmit information from the brain to the destination points. And one such point was the heart.

The nerve damage was so severe, that she did not experience the pain normally associated with a heart attack. And she did not know her face was numb.

The Padma Basic pumped throughout her system.

She attempted to get out of bed. She could not. Some sleep would remedy that.

When she awoke she could get out of bed and barely walk to the kitchen, and then return to bed.

She finally went into the bathroom, threw her nightgown on the floor and grabbed a newly-washed long, ivory and slightly see-through nightgown. Although the taste of vomit in her mouth would normally incite her to brush her teeth, she tasted nothing. But she was unaware of this.

Vivian telephoned 911. They knew her web-site. It was the phone call they anticipated.

The ambulance arrived. The technicians were experienced enough to diagnose on-site. They could easily tell the difference between a heart attack, stroke, injury, hypochondria, etc.

One technician took her blood pressure. He exclaimed in amazement, "It is normal!" So he re-took it and had the same results.

She sat six feet away from her luggage. But she had no time for that. She thought only of the house.

She went to the hospital while holding a female's hands. The electromagnetism she experienced provided a slight boost to her condition. She praised the high quality performance of the driver.

But Vivian did not want to arrive.

Her doctor was contacted. He could not come to the emergency room. He called Dr. Foeppel.

Word spread quickly of her hospitalization. Prince William, living on campus in Scotland, soon heard the news. He knew what awaited her. He grabbed his full time stand-by nurse, who was a resident of Scotland, and boarded his supersonic plane. His valet offered to pack luggage. He had no time for that. He thought only of her.

Dr. Foeppel often received such phone calls from Dr. Cameron because Dr. Cameron is a Lyme disease expert and such patients often have heart attacks. Dr. Foeppel is a cardiologist and internist.

Cameron; "Her EKG demonstrated poor R-wave progression in V1 through V3 and non-specific ST-T abnormalities."

Foeppel; "How long has she had lyme disease?"

Cameron; "She doesn't. I have in the past occasionally treated her for it. Her blood pressure is normal and she does not appear to be in any pain."

Foeppel; "Is this a bad joke?"

Cameron; "No."

Foeppel; "Dan..."

Dr. Foeppel arrived at the hospital and found her asleep. He listened to her heart and confirmed the EKG results. She did not awake or move in any way. He proceeded to place his hands on the area of her spine behind her lungs hoping for response. She remained motionless.

Foeppel (to himself); "Neurological damage."

Then he took her pulse and blood pressure.

She still didn't move. She did not even dream about this.

He stayed by her until she awoke because he wanted to introduce himself to her such that she would not reject his future service bill.

She was transferred to her room. Neither prescriptions for treatment of the nausea nor diarrhea were filled nor administered.

Marcia, an RN, visited her. She saw her "Shingles" rash. Marcia said that it was not a Shingles rash.

Vivian did not want to contradict her, but she knew that she ran to the doctor immediately after seeing the first few bumps, and she knew of her family history of circulatory disorders and survival (i.e., small pox). So she knew the same standards probably did not apply.

Then Marcia noticed the brown spots on her teeth.

Vivian explained that the antibiotics did that, as these always do, and these will disappear on their own.

Marcia also commented on the abdominal swelling.

Marcia asked if she was strong enough to wash herself.

She answered that she always has enough energy to wash herself. So Marcia left her microwaved disposable wash-cloths and left the room. Vivian stood-up and went into the bathroom, realizing then she could not do this. She saw herself, and her Melitta-crafted-hair in the mirror. As messy as it was, it still was presentable. She returned to bed.

Marcia's evening shift ended.

William was still on the plane. His cell phone rang. He knew who it was and did not want to answer. But what could he do? If his grandmother thought he disappeared she would send the entire Royal Air Force after him.

Queen; "Don't let her die until she finds the cure. And be sure to get keys to her house."

He hung-up the phone.

Vivian was in her room wheezing. It had been two-and-a-half hours since she was transferred. She needed her pocketbook because her inhaler was in it.

She paged the nurse three times who became very annoyed and explained that transportation would deliver it. She said she could not leave the floor and had no one to send. Transportation was too poorly staffed to make a special trip. They would bring it when they delivered a patient to this floor, which would occur in approximately one hour.

William and his nurse arrived and he was very quietly taken to the room next to Vivian's. On a chair was a large plastic bag labeled, "Personal property". In it was Vivian's nightgown.

Then he went through her pocketbook. He hoped to find a picture of himself. He didn't. He found an unsealed envelop addressed to him. It had inside an earlier version of the letter she would soon transmit to him explaining that his people "need him now". It was the first letter in a year-and-a-half.

He had a copy made.

Then he permitted her to have her belongings.

Vivian paged the nurse asking for snack, specifically an apple. To her surprise, a different nurse appeared with a Scottish accent. This nurse never touched nor examined her because she was not licensed in New York. But Vivian did not know this.

She could only find crackers. But Vivian asked for more.

The nurse would have gone to the cafeteria for some of the food left for the overnight crew, but she did not know this resource existed.

She finally told Vivian that she will soon be, "Crackered-out." She also brought the Ginger-Ale Vivian requested.

Vivian was amazed at how she was always glad to find something to do for her while never discussing her medical condition. And she was amazed at how quickly she always responded. It was as if she had no other patients.

Vivian also asked if they had laundry service for her nightgown. The nurse took it out of the bag and noticed it was soiled. She washed it out and hung it in the shower.

During all of this, Vivian made occasional trips to the bathroom and gradually washed herself.

Around 4 am, Vivian finally fell asleep.

William realized he no longer heard her. He used his cell phone to contact the nurse and asked if she was asleep. She walked through the open door and confirmed she was.

William quickly popped three breath fresheners into his mouth. He then went in.

He attempted to awaken her. He did not understand the inactiveness caused by the nerve damage.

He noticed the soda next to her bed. He sipped it. He gagged at the combined taste with his mints.

He left devastated.

Vivian did not even dream about the incident.

Breakfast was served but they missed Vivian's room and delivered her tray to William. He had sent the nurse earlier to purchase a banana. He did not want to give her an apple. He placed it on her tray.

Three months later, Vivian realized there was someone in the room next to hers. Instead of receiving an answer as to the individual's identity, she received a lecture on tooth brushing and soda residue, wearing long nightgowns without trains, the incompatibility between breath mints and Ginger Ale, and a scientific inquiry as to why the taste did not bother her. She had no idea what he was talking about. Although she did figure it out before he gave a list of possible explanations.

Was it because she thought she was being attacked, or because he did not bring any gifts?

As an apology, Vivian had some of the periwinkle blue remnants photographed. And to help William in his economic endeavors, she had an outfit photographed for which she used a floral print made by the same mill as Liberty London. But she cautioned businesspeople to make appropriate demands before buying, and only to negotiate in the presence of William.

The blue, white and yellow trimming for the blue wool was made in an Austrian factory whose name is unknown to Vivian.

Patterns used:

Top; McCall's 3054

Jackets; Butterick 6388

Blouse; McCalls's 2961

Dress; Butterick 6463

Skirt and Pants; McCall's 2589

Monday, April 29, 2002

Diary of the WOW Paws

It was late December of 2001. Vivian decided Summer would soon arrive and she would need cotton and rayon suits. She went to the fabric store. She fell madly in love with floral prints not knowing these were made by the same mill as Liberty London.

Her concerns for the British economy finally incited her to ask where these fabrics were coming from. Was it an irony that she fell madly in love with a product of the same country which produced William?

She made such outfits in lavender, pink, light and dark blue. She used the same, or nearly the same pattern for the jackets, and always the same pattern for the pants and tops. It amazed her how each assumed its own character, even though she used one floral print for two outfits.

It was January 25, 2002. Vivian sat on the floor by the unlocked front door awaiting the ambulance. An individual arrived. She had no awareness of his uniform and assumed he was a volunteer ambulance technician. He bent-down next to her.

Officer; "Hi, my name is Drew. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Vivian; "Shut-off the water in the house."

He did and checked all the pipes in the crawl space searching for leaks.

It was January 26th. Vivian was in her hospital room. It was difficult to climb-out of bed. She raised the back. In addition to making this activity easier, she also noticed she was much more comfortable, most likely for respiratory reasons. As morning approached, she raised it increasingly until she was nearly upright. Her chin finally tucked-in, and she finally fell asleep.

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was late February of 2002. Vivian went to work. Because of previous concerns about infectious air-pollutants, the World Health Organization with the cooperation of President Georgie-Pooh, monitored the air-quality of her place of work. If anyone entered the store wearing the odorless infectious gases, they would immediately know. They were not going to repeat the same mistakes as at the pharmacy.

On April 24th, Vivian resumed Valtrex at a rate of 500 mg, twice per day, as she had already taken for approximately 60 days Padma 28, two pills/three times-per-day, and one packet of Thymic Longevity Compound, three times-per-day. The sensors immediately responded to the Valtrex-induced biochemical change and they demanded an explanation.

It was the infection leaving her body.

Vivian began to prepare the following conclusions:

I claim that two infections were injected into my asthma inhaler:

A bacterial infection which is a modified version of E-coli. Such modification was its conversion from a fast-acting disease, to a slow-acting one such that the source could not be easily established, and such that it would enter the spine.

A viral infection which is a combined version between Shingles and Small Pox. I believe these are close relatives. Such combination rendered the Small Pox immunization ineffective, and the symptoms impossible to diagnose.

I claim that the cures are as follows:

For the bacterial infection positioned in the brain stem, a few drops under the tongue of Aerobic-07 manufactured by Aerobic Life of Arizona, as per the recommendation of Dr. William Wong of the company which markets Wobenzym in the United States.

For its positioning within the spine, a combination of Padma Basic (a modified version of Padma 28) and Amoxicillin, two pills of the former and 1000 mg of the latter three times-per-day for approximately 75 days.

For the viral, a combination of the ancient Tibetan formula Padma 28, combined with Solaray St. John's Wort One Daily, and EcoNugenics' Thymic Longevity Compound taken together; two pills/two pills/one packet, three times-per-day, for approximately 60 days, followed by a regiment of un-established duration of such dosages of Padma 28, Thymic Longevity Compound three times daily, and, twice daily, one 500 mg pill of Valtrex.

For national self-defense, I claim that;

Immunizations must be invented against E-coli, Shingles, and possibly the Shingles/Small Pox combination. These should be easy to create.

I further claim that it is NOT to my credit that I, as one researcher, conquered this. Rather, it is to the discredit of those who invented it. If it was invented in the former USSR, then I must inform everyone that my grandfather, a urological surgeon, complained that physicians from this region all had to be retrained: "We could not let them loose on the patients." If it was invented by French physicians, then I must inform everyone that he complained that their nurses could not place the surgical gloves correctly on his hands.

There is an old Prussian expression, "Shooting ants with canons." But this did not even require canons.

I do NOT believe these manufacturers should be prosecuted for genocide.

There is another old Prussian expression, "Punishably dumb."

I want appropriate criminal charges, especially for those who decided to rely on such easily challengeable biochemical warfare.

Tuesday, April 30, 2002

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If you noticed on the dress an inappropriately positioned seam on my right sleeve, you are correct. I did not have enough fabric for sleeves, so these are each comprised of one big outer piece, and a small piece against the bodice.

I have not yet shown you the periwinkle blue pants, casual blouse, hat, or cape.

There is one unanswered question: What caused the abdominal distention?

I have one photograph of my grandmother's mother (i.e., the one of nine children who survived Small Pox); Marie Friedlander Casper. It was taken in 1916, when my grandmother, her forth child, was 16 years old. I will guess that the photographer did not focus more closely on the faces because of her many scars. The photographer cut-off the picture just above her abdomen. Was this to focus on the faces, or does she have the abdominal distention?

I do not know who the child is. She had seven children, however the oldest died at age one. We never forgot him. She had seven grandchildren; five grandsons, two granddaughters. My guess is this is my Great Aunt Betty. She is the one who contacted me after my mother died and we learned that we both study ethology, but she likes birds, like my mother.

She taught herself how to sew, and was also an avid reader. She was affectionately known as Mariechen.

Wednesday, May 01, 2002

Diary of a Septic Tank

Vivian prepared additional conclusions.

I further claim that the cures for the asthmatic symptoms of these diseases are as follows:

For the bacterial infection, the medicinal technique of inhaling Amoxicillin through the method of mixing the powder with boiling water, at a rate of 1,000 mg/day for approximately ten days. After the first dosage, an intensification of symptoms will occur followed by recovery. I conclude the infection hides in the fluid portion of the lung(s), unattached to anything;

For the viral infection, the herbal technique of inhaling the Padma 28, accompanied by the Thymic Longevity Compound, through the method of mixing the pills with boiling water, at a rate of two pills/one packet-per-day for an un-established duration. After the first dosage, approximately 24 hours will pass before dramatic improvement occurs. Such wait is, I conclude, for the substances to cross the spinal barrier via the diaphragm muscle. (And it must be remembered that a weak diaphragm is symptomatic of a neurological disorder.)

I further conclude that these diseases are discharged in living form from the system. I theorize this is because the remedies can only destroy some of the molecules, but because these are tightly bonded to other identical molecules, segments of chains are discharged, rather than individual molecules.

I additionally conclude that the Shingles/Small Pox disease is intolerant to oxygen. It should have been destroyed by the Aerobic 0-7, but such substance could only cross the brain barrier, not the spinal. This disease is discharged from my system via orthopedic perspiration creating a repugnant odor if closed toe/closed heel shoes are worn, as opposed to open shoes allowing oxygen to come into immediate contact with the disease.

And I further conclude that the Queen's act of ridiculing my orthopedic condition is another significant diagnostic symptom. Such ridiculing, and her mysterious bugaboo about my Family History expressed in her page 1, are my most critical pieces of evidence as I use my equipment as an ethological anthropologist, as well as the medicinal education bestowed upon me by my grandfather via my mother, and the herbal education from my mother.

These are no longer my preliminary conclusions, these are my final conclusions.

Monday, May 06, 2002

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was approximately 900 A.D. In the Arab world of Persia, a man named Abu Bakr Muhammad Ibn Zakariya al-Razi successfully distinguished the difference between measles and smallpox for the first time in medical history. Among the many symptoms of smallpox were back pain, itchy nose, heaviness of the head, slight difficulty in breathing and cough, and an inflamed colon.

It was 1754 - 1767. The French and Indian Wars were occurring in North America. British soldiers distributed to the Native Americans blankets used by smallpox patients intentionally genociding 50% of many affected tribes.

It was the late 1950's. Osama Ben Laden's father said goodbye to his good friend, Mohammed, the father of Riaz Hussein. Mohammed was going to the United Kingdom to study medicine for the purpose of formulating biochemical weapons strategies.

He and his favorite pregnant wife arrived at Heathrow Airport in London and were greeted by an officer of Scotland Yard. They shook hands. The officer then drove them to the apartment the British Government provided and later that day, he drove them to the Queen. They entered her office and Her Majesty curtsied to them.

He attended classes and took his first exam.

Which of these ailments will cause a skin rash?

a. measles

b. smallpox

c. shingles

d. all of the above

He chose "c". (Correct answer is "d".)

Which of these terms best describes the two forms of E-coli bacteria?

a. aerobic

b. anaerobic

c. neither

d. both

He chose "c". (Correct answer is "d".)

Which of these infections are spread through the air?

a. aerobic E-coli

b. smallpox

c. neither

d. both

He chose "a". (Correct answer is "d".)

Which of these descriptions characterizes a smallpox rash?

a. pimples which convert from vesicular to pustular

b. purple pimples

c. green pimples

d. none of the above.

He chose "b". (Correct answer is "a".)

Which of these causes encephalitis (brain inflammation)?

a. smallpox

b. shingles

c. neither

d. both

He could not answer this question because he ran-out of time. (Correct answer is "d".)

He sat in class.

Professor; "You all did exceptionally well. There were only a few failing grades and one zero."

The students were leaving at the end of class.

Professor; "Mr. Mohammed, may I speak to you briefly?"

Reluctantly, he agreed.

Professor; "You are unprepared for this course."

Mohammed then offered him some cash. He refused.

Another professor directed him into a medical program with incompetent professors.

Such professors borrowed exams of other professors because they could not formulate their own. They always gave a copy to Mohammed before administrating each exam. He always scored over 80%, but never over 90% because his memorization skills were too poor. If a student appeared from another department with a background such that they asked these professors questions they could not answer, they received failing grades. These professors went further to suggest that such students should write their professional papers for them. If they failed to comply, it was demanded of other professors to issue failing grades for ensuing dismissal. The administrators complied. The only way these students could return to this school was to agree to such demand. But all established themselves at other medical schools. Nonetheless, these professors continued this strategy. It was their only way of life.

Eventually, Mohammed was invited into the smallpox laboratory.

Professor; "The Prussian Generals never found this."

Mohammed; "Where are the stockpiles kept?"

Professor; "We only do the research here. The stockpiles are in Russia."

Mohammed; "Next to my country?"

Professor; "Exactly. Do you think you could help us?"

Mohammed returned to his room and found the exam with the red marks all over it. It became his most important research tool, especially as he continually attempted to assert his status over this professor.

The new strain of shingles/smallpox was eventually invented. This professor was his first experimental victim.

It was 1970. Mohammed met with the Queen.

Mohammed; "My son has finished his masters thesis in pharmaceuticals."

Queen; "What is it about?"

It was 1972. There was a meeting on Capitol Hill in Washington, D.C.

Government Official; "They have invented a strain of smallpox immune to our inoculations."

Elected Official; "We will therefore discontinue routine childhood vaccinations."

It was 1980 at the New York City office of the World Health Organization.

Official A; "They are using a strain of smallpox immune to inoculations."

Official B; "Good."

Official A; "Should we cease our worldwide campaign against this disease?"

Official B; "Of course. We will make the excuse that it has been eliminated."

Official C; "But if the vaccination is ineffective against this strain, why are we doing this?"

Official A; "So everyone will think we don't know what is going on."

Mohammad came to the United States with his favorite wife and his children, including the son he named after his 10th century hero. He assumed a last name after his contemporary hero, Sadaam Hussein. The Queen issued such false papers.

It was the fall of 1998. An itch began at the base of Vivian's spine slightly to the LEFT of the anus. And in November, she suddenly experienced the severe congestion and very red face of a bad cold. Although the congestion was unlike any she had experienced before. She went home from work early. A few days later all these symptoms disappeared.

It was January of 1999. Vivian had her first nose bleed. It was very minor.

It was June of 1999. Vivian was treated for seven days with Valtrex for shingles. The only symptom was a rash on the RIGHT side of her body just below the rib cage. Then a few weeks later an abdominal swelling began.

It was late 1999. Vivian woke-up in the morning feeling a severe heaviness on her RIGHT side of her head. Although she had experienced this symptom before, never was it so intense. She had a difficult night's sleep with her asthma and discomfort. She had been sleeping with the asthma inhaler in her hand for over a month. She reset the alarm for another two hours of sleep awaking at the time she was due into work.

She telephoned the assistant human resources manager who thought this would be her first sick or leisure day off since she began with the company one year earlier.

Executive (very nicely and forgivingly); "Are you coming into work today?"

Vivian; "I'll be late."

When she arrived at work she found her co-worker, Karen Norfleet, struggling with the shipments which came in for her department and Vivian's.

Karen; "They kept coming with these rolling rods. I was ready to take out a stick and beat them back."

Vivian; "I'm sorry."

Lorraine Spence then saw Vivian's condition.

Lorraine; "You better go home."

Vivian; "Alright. I'll tell Filomena when she comes in."

Filomena began her strategies for distributing the new inventory. She began giving Vivian instructions. She once stopped long enough to give Vivian a chance to say something.

Vivian; "I was two hours late for work today."

Filomena; "Good! Then you can stay two hours late. Now this fixture must be moved..."

Vivian stayed three hours late.

On another day, Filomena, Karen and Vivian were in this manager's office.

Filomena; "What if they fire me?"

Vivian (turning toward Karen): "If Filomena is ever fired, we are all going to go and sit out on that lawn."

Karen (raising her hand to shoulder height); "With signs."

Then they all laughed.

At a later date, Vivian reminded Karen of this.

Karen; "I'll just make some signs right now."

A few weeks later, Vivian's glands swelled and she was too sick to finish her day at work. Filomena gave Vivian her managerial cell phone to make an emergency appointment with the nurse practitioner of her physician's office. Vivian then went to tell Lorraine she was leaving for the day. Vivian began to turn and walk away.

Lorraine; "Are you crying?"

Vivian; "Almost."

She was sent in for a chest x-ray which showed a partial collapse of the upper RIGHT lung. She saw her gynecologist, who found a growth in the RIGHT part of her uterus.

A few weeks later, Vivian inhaled her Amoxicillin thereby reversing the infection in her lung. A few days after the infection was dead in her lung, her bodily symptoms of gland swelling returned and she realized the infection had reentered her body before she killed it in her lung. She was terrified it would reenter her lungs.

She asked the operations manager if she could go home because she needed to buy vitamins.

Chris; "Why don't you go buy your vitamins and return?"

Vivian; "I never thought of that."

She began to pour Solaray Olive Leaf into her system every hour. She would take the bottle, hold it over her mouth until her mouth was full, and swallow it with water. She took over 100 pills in 24 hours.

She had severe diarrhea, but decided not to take anti-diuretics. She hoped the infection was departing. She called-in sick. Then she used a paid-day-off she won in March of that year to compensate.

Then her chest x-ray showed two normal lungs.

In January of 2000. Vivian had another nose bleed. She lay in the ladies' lounge unable to stop it. A co-worker, Marie Kazami, saw this and told her you need ice. She ran to the restaurant to retrieve this for her.

The nose bleeds became more and more frequent. These were always the LEFT nostril.

And her abdominal swelling progressively worsened. Vivian went to see a gastroenterologist and, eventually, an infectious disease specialist about this. Despite all the talk about the potential for a smallpox biochemical attack, and despite Vivian's allegation that she had been a biochemical victim, neither specialist interpreted her inflamed colon as a smallpox symptom.

In January of 2001 President Billy-Goat turned over the White House to Georgie-Pooh.

Billy-Goat; "It is Vivian's responsibility to prevent a smallpox biochemical attack."

Georgie-Pooh; "How much do we pay her."

Billy-Goat (laughing); "Nothing. If she fails, you have her fired from her $8.05/hour job."

Georgie-Pooh laughed.

Riaz arrived at the pharmacy wearing the aerobic form of E.-Coli. It was odorless. Vivian's severe congestion returned. Until this moment, Vivian thought her "bad cold" of November of 1998 was unrelated.

Next time, he wore the Shingles/Smallpox combination and Vivian experienced intensification of the symptoms she already had.

He would have used the slow-acting version of E.-Coli which he invented. However, that is anaerobic.

It was February of 2001. Vivian and Andrew were alone in the pharmacy.

Vivian; "My grandmother had a theory that if the woman really respects the man, she will bear him a son. My mother developed on the theory to say it is the orgasm which pulls the sperm out."

Andrew; "I always wondered about that."

Vivian saw the look in his face but could not understand it. It took her a year to interpret it was the torment of this cruel tease.

It was January of 2002. Vivian continually heard a movie commercial on the radio.

Finally on a Sunday, Vivian was too sick to eat. She decided she might eat a warm bucket of popcorn while watching a movie. She searched for that movie. It stopped playing in theaters long before those commercials aired. She finally found The Shipping News. She saw it four times.

During her third viewing, she suddenly became ill as the hero was reminiscing on his ancestors' days as pirates. She went to the bathroom continually saying to herself, "Let me die."

Vivian finally decided to go to a massage therapist.

She looked at her back.

Therapist; "You must be in chronic pain."

Vivian; "No, I just have severe asthma."

Therapist; "You are in chronic pain."

Vivian; "No."

It was January 25, 2002. Vivian called 911. President Georgie-Pooh listened-in. He notified everyone. No one asked how he knew.

Diary of the WOW Paws

William received the phone call at 10:45 pm British time. He was in his pajamas. He knew what awaited her. He boarded a plane.

The IV pack was already in her arm.

He arranged her room would be at the end of the wing, farthest away from the nurses' centrally positioned desk. His room would be between this desk and her room. If they wanted her, they would have to get through him. It was enough to discourage them. William then spoke to the emergency room nurse.

William; "Is she crying-out for me?"

Nurse; "No."

When Vivian arrived in her room she found on the back of her neck, large, red, non-pustular pimples. These were unlike the pustular pimples she experienced from the thyroidism and other vitamin imbalances.

Arrangements were being made for William's supersonic plane to arrive at Westchester Airport. He did not think to ask Georgie-Pooh if he could by-pass customs by arriving at a non-international airport.

Westchester Airport reported that their runway is not big enough for a supersonic plane.

The pilot emerged from his cockpit to talk to William. He explained this. William sat in his pajamas and looked at him. His assertiveness was waiting to explode.

The pilot backed away into the cockpit.

Pilot; "I'm sure we will think of something."

William looked at him, unaltered. Then he thought about the picture of Vivian in a coat and hood at age three.

The plane landed. It went directly through the fence and landed on the road next to it. Fortunately, the Police had closed the road earlier.

He departed the plane and ran through the wooded area into his limousine as his nurse struggled to keep-up.

He entered his room, and sent someone to a 24 hour convenience store for a sandwich. He looked out the window not knowing that the grocery store across the street was, when it was under its former name and parent company, the defendant in the law suit for which Diana intended to testify.

He entered her room. The illness was pumping throughout her system into her oral fluid. Fortunately, he either did not have enough contact with the fluid to become contaminated, or his contamination was so small that he developed an immunity. It would have the ultimate accomplishment of affectionately washing his feet.

It was March 19, 2002. William interpreted Vivian's entry into her web-site concerning female orgasms and male satisfaction as evidence of events which she and Andrew had denied. William began binge-drinking.

In May of 2002 Vivian was inhaling through her tea-kettle 500 units of Valtrex and two Padma 28 pills-per-day. She was also taking two such Padma pills and one packet of Thymic Longevity Compound three times-per-day.

And in this month, William realized he could not gather enough military officials to play Mission: Impossible with the Department of Immigration at Heathrow Airport. He was certain he could depend on those who worked at the homeless shelter and performed other humanitarian tasks. He couldn't. He decided he needed a miracle.

Their economy also needed a three billion dollar infusion to help with the costs of their growing textile industry.

Vivian hoped that the soon to be rejuvenated tourist industry would bring in some revenue.

She also decided that the textile industry should reduce its costs by no longer signing contracts agreeing to ship merchandise. Rather, their products should be processed and marketed in the UK for tourist consumption.

And then she asked residents of the UK to use their aquatic-ape imaginations to help William.

Thursday May 09, 2002

I have stopped listening to WQXR and reading The New York Post. I can't take it anymore, especially since I am also waiting to hear of a car manufacturer releasing a gas-efficient SUV, and of an electronics and computer manufacturer releasing such energy efficient products. I hope to someday buy their stock.

My health condition is moving forward. Today I resumed diuretics. I began with a non-prescription pharmaceutical item which had a progressive effect for a few hours. I then moved on to Solgar's brand and intend to try Solaray's Triphalia. My shoe size has reduced by one-half of one size, and the my urine is no longer colorless but is yellow. This must be indicative of what I retained. But someone has yet to explain to me why my hospital urine tests were normal.

I finally realized today that the time periods during which my abdominal swelling expanded, were the same periods in which the chronic diarrhea ceased.

Diary of a Septic Tank

Vivian was at home when she noticed her neighbors altering the structure of their home.

One foundational wall of this home was above ground. It had a small window and a door. Vivian watched as workers removed over half of this wall and placed large windows and sliding doors. They also removed some of the foundational walls connected to it for more windows.

She telephoned her Town government.

Vivian; "I'm afraid the house will collapse and debris will come my way."

As she said this, she reminisced on the rains of Hurricane Floyd which came through in 1999. She remembered how some homes were lifted off of their foundations.

Building Inspector; "They need a permit for that. I'll visit the house today. What are their names?"

Vivian provided the name, but had a hard time convincing him it was a real name.

They spoke again later that day.

Building Inspector; "I inspected it and did not see anything unsafe about it. But they must be in this office first thing on Monday morning to apply for a permit or we will take the next legal step."

What perplexed Vivian more than anything is the fact that the windows appeared to be an invitation for burglars. Why didn't this issue concern them? Was someone else living there?

A few months later she saw uninsured workers placing a fence between their properties. However, they did not have enough material to envelop their property. Rather, they only had enough to place this mysterious fortress between these two properties. As they did this, they occasionally took a step upon her property. She was uncertain if the fence was on her property.

She never permitted uninsured workers on her property. Every contractor she hired said she was the only customer they ever had to demand a copy of their certificate of insurance.

She called the Town.

Town Civil Servant; "They finally acquired their permit for the remodeling. They ran into a problem which caused the delay. But they do not have a permit for the fence."

The Town immediately had them cease the project.

Vivian began to plan a trip to England. William had nagged for this for a long time. And for all this time, she insisted that money was one issue concerning her decision not to fly. She wanted back wages for the times she was not allowed to work and forbidden her Constitutional rights for equal opportunity.

She knew the Constitution upset William, and was called anti-family and greedy for wanting this money, and for demanding her right to keep the money they allowed her to earn.

Every year he waited anxiously for her income tax refund and demanded of her co-workers to cross-examine her to find-out how much she received. He was convinced this was his money because he was not greedy, she was. She asked his permission to use it to buy groceries. He said, "I don't care if you starve." And then he intended to reward her with Royal jewelry. He insisted that is his love for her. While at the same time, he demanded that she not pursue him for money and status but rather for love. It should not matter to her that she has no money and that he has money because he insisted she incur all of the expenses. He is willing to do her a favor and make her a financial dependent. That, more than anything, is what makes him a Prince.

She was called crazy for failing to understand this wonderful opportunity. However, the New York Hitlers, also called the Counterfeit Human Species, had long forgiven her for placing career before family suggesting that good marriages involve two financially independent people. So therefore, she was allowed to keep her copyrights and work for less than $9/hour. But she was denied her Constitutional right for equal opportunity. No one explained why.

But their apology did not include reimbursement for all the money they cost her because money should not matter to her. So therefore, she should still allow her husband to receive his salary when he appears in her script.

Vivian asked her boss for four days off for rest, and contacted an airline monitored by William for her activity. She could only inquire about prices because she did not have her schedule yet. She also sent an early birthday card featuring a birthday kitten. She inquired about which colors he would like her to wear.

Then William did what he planned on doing since he first demanded of her to return.

He moved in with his teenage lover.

Monday, May 13, 2002

I believe The New York Times is waiting for me to compose another article for another job application. I have no interest in working for them.

I would like to return to the subject of The X-Syndrome. I still find myself awake at nights angry over the fact that I was called a child-hater for failing to chase after him and instead waited for a contract. If equal pay for equal work renders David impotent, that is his problem. I was accused of only wanting to give birth to the new car I planned on buying with my pay. They also suggested my need for financial independence may be a product of my trauma from my parents' divorce. That was considered an excuse to want money, not the right to work. So therefore, they found an unclaimed account of my grandmother's, while still forbidding me from working. And, as you know, they have since apologized for me for wanting equal pay because many good marriages involve two financially independent people.

I believe they did know he had AIDS. He did very strongly hint through an episode of another television series that the pre-nuptial blood tests will come back showing a problem but it should not matter whose problem it is because we are so much in love. And then, of course, the blood tests were by-passed.

And I believe they attempted to force me to marry him because they did not want me to help the Billy-Goat with his Middle Eastern policies.

But is this all I should understand?

My mother never fully explained what she went through to demand a marriage proposal from my father. But it was made very clear to her that she was not to acquire her B.A. before her M.R.S. (Mrs.).

I would like to know

what Hillary went through to catch the Billy-Goat,

what Laura went through to catch Georgie-Pooh,

what the role model mother (i.e., the person on WIC (whom I nicknamed The Tantrum)) went through to become pregnant at least two times,

etc.

I have many times watched one of my neighbors make extensive efforts to adequately entertain her husband's ego such that he has an erection with her. The only thing the children ever watched was their mother beg for sex. Not surprisingly, the daughter, at age 13, became quite promiscuous while the father could not stop screaming at her.

What don't I understand?

I would also like to return to the story of The Shipping News. There is much I don't understand about the movie, and probably won't for years.

As you know, my maternal grandmother died in 1990, and my mother one year later.

I have in this web-site suggested that my mother died of breast cancer. Rather, it was an infection she could not get rid of. At the time, I begged the health department for an investigation. But they all went home early that day and laughed at my concerns.

For nine months I repeated the story to anyone I could find, particularly medical experts. I explained that my grandmother was hospitalized for it six months before she died. The doctor could not diagnose what was wrong with her. She recovered and went home. She later broke her hip, and survived the surgery for a few hours. My dog died of the same infection between these two dates of death. And I was very sick with it.

Over and over I said to people, "There was a variety of symptoms, but what everybody had in common was fluid accumulation in the lungs."

A few months after the date of my mother's death, a school called Cloister Middle School in New Jersey was in the news for a mysterious ailment with similar symptoms.

A few months later, news exploded out of New Mexico of the Navajo nation's affliction with this disease. I telephoned and was connected with a very competent lab technician.

I explained a few symptoms such as the facial rash and grotesque headache.

She confirmed having seen these and then she said, "There is a variety of symptoms but what everybody has in common is fluid accumulation in the lungs."

It was the hentevirus.

I did not explain this earlier in this web-site because I was afraid of making myself unbelievable. How many mysterious illnesses should I chase after in one lifetime?

Maybe it was a biochemical attack? We have to consider everything. The virus has been established as a close relative to the oriental ailment so often discussed in the television series, M.A.S.H.

My grandmother lived in California and we had not seen her in ten years.

I have never told this story to anyone before, except my boss at a convenience store I once worked in (probably the same one from whom William bought his sandwich). I don't believe she ever told anyone.

This is what happened after my mother's doctor summoned me to his office and told me, in the absence of my mother, that she only had a few months left to live.

I drove home resolving to fight back.

My grandmother's cremated remains were in the cottage of our property. My mother decided in principle that she cannot be readmitted into the house after ten years, and she was too emotional to go near it. I always handled it.

In my college years I formulated a theory which I presented in my script that the electromagnetism of the brain and body can be transmitted many thousands of miles away. I additionally theorized that human brains have receptors more sensitive than any human-made receptor. This is why I had severe pains in both my legs as my grandmother was dying, while my mother had temper tantrums as my maternal grandfather was dying. My personality is more like hers, while my mother's was more like his. (And I suspect that one reason why William could not awaken me was because the electromagnetism did not transmit. It did transmit between me and the ambulance technician as a small boost to my condition occurred by holding hands.)

As I was driving home from the doctor's with my mother next to me, I wondered if the urn was still releasing electromagnetism. I didn't know, and could not scientifically find out.

Should I dump it into the lake down the street?

No, I'll get arrested, aside from the fact that driving down the street would involve leaving my mother alone in the house.

Should I spread it to the four winds?

No, it should not, by principle, be on our property.

Should I throw it in the garbage?

It was the only solution. It was actually originally my mother's idea when we first thought about what to do with it. When she suggested this I laughed.

That night I gave my mother one of my respiratory herbs for an herbal bath. As she was planted safely in there, I quickly left the house, ran through the darkness and into the cottage. I brought it back to the garage and dumped it.

The following morning I knew I could still reverse my actions. But after several months of chronic diarrhea my mother reported her first normal bowel movement.

I continued to fight back by pumping vitamins into her system. A few days before her death, I realized a connection with the Calcium-Magnesium-Zinc supplements and occasional improvements in her condition. I thought it was the Calcium treating a symptom. I now believe it was the Zinc attacking the virus. I never had a chance to extensively experiment with this. It was difficult enough to have her take her vitamins at home. At the hospital for the 30 hours before she died, it was impossible.

My relationship with my grandmother was never easy. She insisted on making all of my clothes.

I had a closet full of blouses of the same pattern. Occasionally she made a pair of pants which matched a few of these. While she knew how to make the elasticized type of pants (like what I make) such that it can be easily adjusted for size changes, she insisted on making those with front zipper and button. She insisted it was a lot of work. She did not work with a pattern because she was too good for that.

I spent everyday at school constantly pulling these up. It was very annoying, and not good for my self-esteem.

I had also two good dresses. One for winter and one for summer. In the fall and spring I was either hot or cold.

She once told me how fortunate I was to have a closet full of clothes. She complained that in her childhood, she only had two good dresses for two seasons and for the other two she was either hot or cold. It took me years to understand the identical conditions.

My mother also complained she only had two outfits for school. It took my years to understand that also.

I always wore the good clothes for their friends. These people could not understand why I complained so much about my wardrobe. My grandmother played a brilliant game of publicly portraying me as a spoiled brat while she was the disciplinarian for not submitting to my demands for purchased clothes for school.

As for my brother, my mother forbade her from sewing for him. She was not good enough and, I guess, could not take a course in fitting and tailoring. My grandmother submitted without making a fuss. I was always told all of my mother's spending money was for my brother. And this involved everything, including the time we each selected a book of the same value at a bookstore. I didn't hear the end of it for months. I was called greedy and exploitive.

Her excuse was that the divorce traumatized him but not me. He was six, I was two. She always insisted this is the reason why he cannot function in school. But if we are all really really nice to him, he will emerge from this. He was sick. I had to be very very sick to acquire any attention. Much sicker than my condition of 20 years of yellow skin, small eyes and a chronic breathing problem.

When my mother was first diagnosed with cancer, my grandmother had a massive, phony, asthma attack redirecting the center of attention upon her. This is why my mother never wanted to see her again. The condition of who is sickest was most important and inapplicable to me.

After my mother threw my brother out for failing to accept the college degree she and my grandmother were attempting to shove down his throat, he went to live with my father, who tried a few more colleges. As I was alone with my mother, she admitted to events indicative that his condition was much worse before my father left. But it would take me years to interpret and understand this.

He received his book as a 19th birthday present from me, as per my mother's plan. His was about Star Trek fiction, and mine was college preparation. At the time I enjoyed studying how atoms and molecules function, and this was about electromagnetism. One month later, just before my 15th birthday, I was permitted to select a book of less than half the price. It was also about electromagnetism, but did not have all the diagrams which I figured would be useful for reference in college.

It was always insisted that homemade clothes are cheaper than bought items. Although my mother found many extraordinary bargains for my brother. When I became a high school upperclassman, she became good at sewing and did the same non-homemade clothing and fabric bargain-hunting for me.

And when they calculated the costs of my homemade clothing, no one included all unused materials including a pile of 50-cent remnants we found in my grandmother's apartment. None of these were two of the same kind, unlike most of the remnants I purchased. And none were wide enough to work with, unlike the remnants I purchased.

My mother also had a huge collection of unused balls of yarn. I made my first contribution to a nursing home through a friend while I worked at the Grand Union. Linda told me not to take that carriage near a bus-load of senior citizens. I would get mugged. Then she said, "Tell those women to get to work. We want sweaters."

Then I took approximately 20 Lord & Taylor shopping bags, filled these with unused and used balls of yarn, and donated these to another nursing home.

And then of course, there was the expense of many failed projects. There were a few dresses my mother made and asked me to leave in the closet. I understood her vanity. Although a good act of revenge would have been to wear these for her friends while telling everyone she made it.

For my first sewing project I bought fabric.

I could not buy what was cheap, but rather what I needed.

Then I needed a pattern.

I could not buy what was on sale, it wasn't what I needed.

Then I bought notions.

These are not cheap.

Then I could not thread the bobbin on my machine because it was unused for seven years and needed a cleaning.

That was $40.

Then I began to ask where the big savings was.

And that was before my failed projects, and before I wore-out a few pairs of scissors. Fortunately, I do not yet have to buy any because I am adequately supplied.

I first began thinking about this again in 1995 when I was working in a supermarket bakery. A mother walked-up with her three-year-old in the carriage. She told her to make a selection.

No three-year-old can look at our window and independently make a selection. Every other parent helped the child make a few selections and then finally choose one.

The child stared. The mother then selected something she did not like and then, with a disciplinary tone, said, "It is for someone else."

Of course the child became very frustrated and upset. Everyone looked at her as if she was the brat and her mother the good parent. It was a very carefully crafted game.

I was reminded of this again when I saw yesterday at work a mother giving her daughter a hard time about the school supplies she needed. Particularly, a $4 item which she refused to buy and another clearance $2.50 item, which she immediately returned. I wondered why that woman was not happy her child was doing homework rather than buying makeup.

I waited until seven years after my mother died to begin my sewing career because there were too many painful memories. But William saw the wedding dress she made for me and insisted.

But I am still uncertain if my mother died of an infection.

Shortly after my grandmother died, Shakespeare's King Lear aired on television.

For the first time, my mother remembered giving her father this book as a gift in an attempt to send him a message about her step-sisters. It was a message he never understood. Then other memories resurfaced about her teenage years.

It took me years to interpret and understand these.

As she was dying in her hospital bed, I told her she was a wonderful mother. She answered, "No, I'm not."

For years I thought she was apologizing for dying. I now wonder.

Tuesday, May 14, 2002

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was January 25, 2002. Vivian was in the emergency room of Northern Westchester Hospital Center. She was given a wristband with the name of Dr. Marcus.

Dr. Amy Salerno, a physician of the hospital clinic, not emergency room, was summoned to take care of her.

A few months later, insurance companies gathered all information about this hospital, especially its clinic.

Diary of the WOW Paws

It was January 25th and William was on the plane. The pilot had just explained to him that they could not land at Westchester Airport. William acquired the same expression on his face as he did when he was five years old and a little bride's maid turned down his marriage proposal.

It was January 26th. William was in Vivian's room and never threatened to lock her up in the Tower.

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was May of 2002. Vivian believed she needed Dandelion Leaf (not root) to complete the cleansing of her system and reverse the inflamed colon condition. She could not acquire this in the United States, even though it is legal, but her health store in Manchester, England could provide it.

Vivian was inhaling via the tea kettle her Valtrex and Padma 28, as she did her Amoxicillin in the Fall of 1999.

Her scientific explanation for the effectiveness of this phenomenon is that the ailments must leave the body via the same route as these came in.

Diary of the WOW Paws

Vivian promised William that with the return of her flat stomach, she would again help the textile industry.

Wednesday, May 15, 2002

I have in the past discussed the issue of anaerobic and aerobic infections and the fact that the product Aerobic 0-7 must be on us at all times in the event of a biochemical attack, but should not be used if the agent is aerobic as it will only destroy what is anaerobic. I have also discussed the fact that the NutriBiotic ear drop product consisting of grapefruit seed extract and tea tree oil could possibly be applied to aerobic infections, but may not cross the brain barrier, unlike the Padma Basic and Padma 28.

The next obvious question is how does one know if one has been attacked with aerobic or anaerobic material. I suspect my recent experiences with colds may provide an answer.

Some may argue that if an infection is positioned in the lungs and/or sinuses, it is aerobic. I disagree because I believe it can hide in mucous.

For my cold last summer, the Aerobic 0-7 was an instant success. (Unfortunately, I acted too late in that my sinuses were very swollen and I had to go to the emergency room for two nebulizers for the fluid accumulation in the lungs. I did not allow Nurse McIntosh to give me an IV pack because I did not believe I needed it.)

For my cold in the fall, I attempted to use Aerobic 0-7. I even applied it to my sore ears. It did not work. The NutriBiotic product instantly worked.

The Aerobic 0-7, I believe, destroyed the infection(s) positioned in my brain stem in March of 2001. This often caused the glands in the back of my head to swell, but never caused ear infections. I suspect that any material which entered the auditory canals were instantly destroyed by environmental oxygen.

I am henceforth offering the theory that infections which have the ability to enter the auditory canals are aerobic, while others are anaerobic.

Monday, May 20, 2002

The first photograph was taken in 1998 and shows my yellow skin and small eyes. The second was when I was nine years old. After my first dosage of Ranitidine in the winter of 2000, I looked at that picture on the wall as I never have and realized that after this new drug and the antibiotic-inhaling a few months earlier, I returned to that appearance.

My mother must have knitted the sweater.

I have begun to inhale vitamin B-6. I originally took it in January to treat an itch involving a nerve at the base of my abdomen. I suspect that the Valtrex may have caused the itching not because it was harming me, but because it was reversing the infection. The itch is my friend, without it I am unaware of a dysfunction. The itch has recently returned and only inhaling this vitamin helps.

And my doctor gave me more Valtrex samples.

It is my understanding that President Georgie-Pooh, the high-tech peeping tom, is awaiting another terrorist attack. And, of course, he knows he is too incompetent to handle the situation and wants me to baby-sit his foreign policy.

I am deferring this issue to William. When he is finished I will try to find the time to take my Liberty London remnants from the suits I made, and make an evening dress. And I will show you the velvet pantsuits I made to help boost the Canadian textile industry.

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was 1870. The United States Civil War had just ended. England was on the side of the South for the cotton it needed for its textile industry.

To make itself more competitive in the marketplace, it launched biochemical weapons against Germany.

Diary of the WOW Paws

It was the fall of 1999. Vivian's doctor had just called her relatives explaining that she had a few months left to live and might not make it to Christmas.

William took a rifle and sat out in the barn on the verge of a suicide.

Tuesday May 21, 2002

I have been neglecting to emphasize that all photography of me since 1998 is by Joseph Kiley of Katonah Image in Katonah, New York.

Today is school board election day in our town. As you already know, I will be voting against the school budget. I believe they received enough additional money earlier this year.

For a reason I don't understand, my candidates, Jim Markowski and Steve Miele, are not on the ballot. So I will be writing them in.

My opposition is using its annual slogan, SOS--Save Our Schools. If you do not know any better, you might think they are on their last dollar. And they are--for the financing of bus service which does not pick-up at the bottom of the driveway, but rather at the front door. Umbrella service included.

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was January of 2001 at the CVS pharmacy in Mount Kisco, New York. Riaz Hussein had just arrived for his first shift after two days of training in White Plains. It was overnight, without any help, not even a pharmacy technician.

It was an event which would change the course of history.

William Ricciardi, the head pharmacist, noticed how untrained he was. He did not send him home.

It was a decision which would change the course of history.

Billy gave him a basic training course on the computer procedure for the final check of a prescription. He would repeat this one month later. And sometime that evening, a manager provided Riaz with a key to the narcotics safe without retrieving it the following morning.

It was a negligent act which would change the course of history.

In mid-February, after his return from paternity leave, Billy confronted Riaz about the act of poisoning Vivian's asthma inhaler. After his response, Billy did not escort him to the door as he did to Vivian when he suspended her.

It was the moment which would change the course of history.

Riaz would eventually be able to provide Osama ben Laden with 200 pills of the generic version of the narcotic Ritalin for the effective performance of the upcoming terrorist attacks. President Georgie-Pooh knew there were as many terrorists as pills. And they had many to spare after September 11th. And he also knew, that he did not want to sacrifice his oil wealth for peace, nor did he want his friends to face this horror.

In mid-March of 2001, Vivian confronted Cathy Calcutti, the lead technician.

Vivian; "Do you remember the time you said Riaz's felonious disciplinary history with the New York State Board of Regents was upper management's problem?"

Cathy; "Yes."

Vivian; "Why did you say that to me?"

Cathy; "Because it is."

Vivian; "I had to be all alone with him at 11 o'clock at night."

Cathy; "They would not hire anyone who would hurt you."

Vivian; "He poisoned my inhaler at Heathrow Airport."

Cathy; "Nothing happened to you at Heathrow."

At a later date, Vivian would confront her again.

Vivian; "Are you sure this is upper management's problem?"

Thursday, May 23, 2002

I have to take the next step with Georgie-Pooh and ask of everyone who has seen a gas leak, to please report it to his Department of Environmental Protection. I expect appropriate fines and redirection of such monies in the form of a tax rebate. The pump leaks are of gas we paid for, but never received.

On another subject...

I would like to cite Amy Hoag of CVS pharmacy for the medicinal information provided below. I hope I have properly represented everything she carefully explained to me this morning.

She corrected me on my misunderstanding that Ritalin is a narcotic. It is a controlled substance.

It has been my understanding that Riaz Hussein died in the fall of 2001. This was by the British Government because they were afraid he would additionally embarrass them. I have not mentioned this before because I believed there are plenty more where he came from.

I am proceeding on the premise that any material which Amy had to look-up, is beyond the research capabilities of those of the British, French, Russian, and Afghanis directly associated with this.

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was April, 2000. In Connecticut there lived a Cuban-born pharmacist. All of her income was directed toward clothing her family in Cuba, and financing their biochemical weapons program. She anticipated huge rewards in the future.

She was more sophisticated than the other associates of al-Qaeda. She therefore maintained a certain distance from them.

Vivian was beginning to pick-up many prescriptions as her appetite problems persisted and nothing seemed to work. She would have transferred into the pharmacy Vivian used, except she was licensed in Connecticut only.

The pharmacist chose this moment to become pregnant and marry one person who could get near Vivian. However, she decided not to give this individual any information, and so therefore, did not influence his actions.

It was June, 2000. Vivian was fired from Lord & Taylor. They expected her back with the return of the 10-cents-per-hour raise and declaration that Hitler was Catholic or Lutheran. She never returned.

It was August. Vivian applied for a job at CVS pharmacy in Mount Kisco. The recently appointed head pharmacist, William Riccardi, had the day off. She had to return for her interview.

In January the baby was born and her husband was assigned to bring home adequate supplies of baby formula. She was a non-aquatic ape. Ten-to-four million years ago her ancestors were fully exposed in the swamp. They felt unnatural, and behaved accordingly. While she refused to breast-feed, her wedding dress had been designed to fully expose her breasts to her dance partners.

It was January 25th, 2002. Vivian was in the hospital. The Queen telephoned the hospital at 9 pm. The IV pack was in Vivian's arm.

Queen; "Is she dead yet?"

Hospital Rep; "No."

Queen; "Why not?"

Hospital Rep; "I don't know."

Word spread quickly amongst al-Qaeda. No one knew what to do.

William was on the plane. He thought he fully understood what awaited Vivian.

Word soon reached the Cuban-born pharmacist. She was contacted at home and asked if her husband was there. She replied he was still at work.

She recommended that Vivian's next IV pack contain Marinol. While it is a narcotic, its unique feature is that it is not an opium derivative, but rather from marijuana.

Pharmacist; "Like the other narcotics, it will act on the central nervous system. Her asthma should intensify, and nerve damage will expand. Unlike the other narcotics, it will boost her appetite. So do not feed her."

The prescription was prepared, but because it was a narcotic, it was unavailable at the hospital pharmacy. They sent someone to a 24 hour pharmacy.

Around 11 pm, Vivian was transferred to her room and the old IV was removed, and replaced with the new 12 hour one.

Vivian began wheezing. They refused to bring her pocketbook which contained her asthma inhaler.

William entered his room next to Vivian's.

Vivian soon became quite hungry. William's nurse provided her with all the crackers she could find.

Vivian fell asleep with her hands clasped together in front of her.

She awoke with her hands on either side of her.

Breakfast was served but they missed Vivian's room. Nurse technician Carol Case threatened her with no breakfast. She retrieved the breakfast anyway. William never handled it.

The Padma Basic pumped throughout her system.

Friday, May 31, 2002

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was May 23rd, 2002. Vivian spoke with Amy Hoag. Amy did not know to whom she was speaking nor that they were talking about an IV pack. Amy very carefully explained to Vivian that numbness and asthma could be induced by Marinol in very high dosages only. Vivian assumed that 5 mg in an IV into her damaged body would be adequate.

Vivian arrived at the Museum. She went directly toward the model of a human brain which individuals can walk through. The exhibit was NOT based on information derived from animal experimentation but rather human injury.

She went to the exhibit devoted to emotions. Each emotion has its own section. She went to the Status section.

There she found an actress playing the role of a nurse technician. She wanted the status of a nurse without making the effort to become one. She told everyone she was a nurse, and most people believed it.

This "nurse's" complete background of pharmaceuticals was from watching television commercials. It was her understanding that psychologists only dispense Zoloft and Prozac. She did not know about the anti-depressant medications named Celexa and Paxil, and she had no knowledge of medications which treat other conditions.

And it was her understanding that the psychiatric definition of normal is depressed.

The nurse technician had once signed a document vowing to never reveal patient information. So she bellowed the entire chart of her patients down the hospital wing while speaking to their doctors.

Next to this was the Unknown Emotion exhibit. There she saw a publisher throwing a tantrum over a 25-cents-per-hour raise received by an $8.50/hour worker.

Publisher; "We must reduce her status to cashier."

Vivian proceeded to the Anger exhibit. There she found a head-pharmacist standing before a government wall poster proclaiming the laws regarding safe working environments. He ignored that and only responded to crying pharmacy technicians. His law was that employees are suspended for making technicians cry, and he didn't care what the facts were.

Also on the wall was his decree that all employees of the pharmacy must be on time.

One of his technicians was a Saxon who almost never showed-up for work on time, almost always went home early, had frequent absenteeism, and fussed extensively about the particulars of her schedule.

He thought it was cute. So he permitted this behavior.

As she left home early one day, he became angry when the New York State Board of Regents arrived.

State Official; "We were here in April of 2001 searching for 200 pills of Methylphenidate, brand named Ritalin."

Pharmacist (bitterly); "I remember."

State Official; "This time we need to review the Marinol inventory. Do you have a prescription for each pill dispensed? Where is your lead technician, Cathy Calcutti?"

Pharmacist; "In September of 2001, she was promoted to tech-trainer in a district nearer to her home. Then in January of 2002 she was transferred back here. A few months later she was gone again."

In part II of this exhibit, a male is throwing a tantrum because his wife his crying.

State Department officials reviewed her phone bill as it relates to calls to Cuba.

Vivian then proceeded to the next exhibit, but did not know which exhibit it was because a museum worker was erecting signs. He had next to him two large signs, Greed and Aggression. In this exhibit she saw a woman with long blond hair, blue eyes, and very fair skin, talking to a co-worker who was her warrior-ally. Behind them was Margaret, the Cuban-born manager. She was standing in front of a computer putting in pay-orders.

Blond; "What is she doing putting pay-orders in? She is not seeing claimants."

Ally; "And why does she always complain that she does not have a private office computer?"

Margaret had a masters degree in microbiology which, she complained, was never applied to her life as a civil servant.

Vivian then went home. In the middle of the night she woke-up and found on the inside of her entire RIGHT arm, a collection of short scratch marks. She had something similar over a year earlier in 2001. She went to the nurse practitioner in her doctor's office who looked at the few scratch marks on her LEFT front waist, and said that there were no vesicles or pustules so therefore it was not a medical concern.

The following morning in the year of 2002, Vivian realized she overcame her recent set-back from a flu-like infection which everyone at her place of work had. She was now completely off of Albuterol and on the less powerful Serevant asthma inhaler.

On May 29th, Vivian began to take Solgar's Sea Cucumber. She surmised that she had retained Uric Acid which had caused the abdominal swelling. Gout patients retain this in the joints. Since this is the treatment for such symptom of Gout, she surmised it might be her treatment.

That evening she did her tea kettle therapy. She placed in the steaming water 500 mg of Valtex, followed by a small pill of B-6, followed by two pills of Padma 28. This time she made a mistake and accidentally dropped the gelatin capsule of the B-6 into the kettle.

On May 31st she realized she lost four pounds.

Monday, June 10, 2002

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was late May of 2002. United States troops were slowly but surely gathering all al-Qaeda and Taliban fighters in Afghanistan. The Queen met with Tony the Pony.

Queen (enraged); "This must be stopped."

Tony the Pony; "I'll incite Pakistan and India to fight against each other thereby providing the necessary diversion."

Queen; "I'd rather see a nuclear war than jeopardize the future wealth they promised us."

Vivian finally decided to buy a television set (with a DVD player). What could she do? Leave Georgie-Pooh on his own?

She requested the following information:

Which area of their brains understood Vivian's demand for equal pay for equal work (despite its affect on the sexual virulence of a married man who offered to impregnate her) as an expression of the demand to work full time while being a mother and a manifestation of child-hating?

And if they didn't want her working full time while being a mother, why did her prospective husband assure his employer that he will beat her up if she did not meet their requirements for the composition of scripts?

Which area of their brains cannot understand that their secret pact with OPEC will lead to the destruction of Israel and the United States leaving them with no place to go?

Vivian also wanted them to confess that the real reason why they wanted her to marry the married man was because they were attempting to kill her.

Diary of the WOW Paws

Vivian saw the story of the coronation celebration. The following morning she saw a picture of William on one of the newspapers left in the break room. William looked better than ever. The correspondences from his people boosted his ego. He realized he needed nothing from al-Qaeda and was achieving aquatic ape independence and leadership status.

Diary of a Septic Tank

Vivian picked-up her phone. Without dialing, she spoke to Georgie-Pooh and explained that the real strategy concerning India and Pakistan was to create a change in our anti-terrorism strategy.

The Queen met again with Tony the Pony.

Queen (enraged with eyes swollen from crying); "We must take that web-site away from her."

God; "This will require another act of My wrath."

Georgie-Pooh soon realized another such act was coming.

Georgie-Pooh; "We must demand next of Vivian to stop the act of wrath, while maintaining my corporate status with OPEC, my image of leadership before the general public, and ensuring my re-election."

Laura (with her hands clasped together upon her cheeks); "Oh George, you are so brilliant."

Vivian decided to demand of Georgie-Pooh to do something which no one in his lineage ever has.

Grow-up.

She demanded that he replace all his government appointees with those who have all the correct qualifications for their jobs, not those to whom he owed political favors. This included cabinet members and those answering the telephones.

She also demanded of Georgie-Pooh to prove he has no conflict of interest between his oil and political careers. Of course, a person is innocent until proven guilty. But for NO job applicant is there a presumption of competence. The burden of proof is on him.

She asked of every United States citizen to telephone the State Department to report anything they may have witnessed. This includes all the William Ricciardis who have no sense of responsibility. And all the Cathy Calcuttis who pretend to be so ignorant as to believe that felonious histories are for upper management only to deal with as it is perfectly safe for a female to be all alone at 11 pm with someone of such a history. And this includes all the Kathy McTigues who, if they love their children, will stop waiting for the big reward and start talking.

I don't know how they go home and face their children.

Vivian bought her first DVD; Gone with the Wind. It had been over a decade since she last saw the movie.

She watched the movie over-and-over.

Vivian observed the fact that Scarlet's mother never arrived for the barbeque at Twelve Oaks because she was settling accounts with the overseer she just fired.

She observed the scene in which Rhett characterized the upcoming war as cotton/slaves/arrogance versus factories/ship-yards/coal-mines.

Vivian froze the picture to read the letter from the military to Scarlet informing her of the death of her first husband. He died of a pneumonia after a measles-affliction.

Measles is a close relative of small pox.

Vivian observed the scene in which Rhett brought Scarlet the green bonnet. At the end of the visit, he explained that the war may soon be coming to an end as a decisive battle is being fought in Gettysburg Pennsylvania. Scarlet then broke his heart by asking if Ashley is in it. The scene is finalized with Rhett's departure through the front door.

She watched as Scarlet had Prissy find Rhett to obtain a horse and buggy for their flight from Atlanta with a new-born and his temporarily disabled mother.

As Rhett arrived he explained to Scarlett that the explosions are not Yankee offensives, but rather the Confederate Army destroying its own ammunition before the arrival of the enemy. Then as they emerged from the home with Rhett carrying Melanie, Prissy carrying the newborn, and Scarlett with the candlelit lamp, Charles' sword and Ashley's picture, they noticed the fire on the horizon. Rhett explained that the Southern military must have set fire to the warehouse.

And, of course, the ammunition was the LAST to be destroyed as the burning of Atlanta occurred.

What ammunition was Rhett talking about?

Biochemical weapons which were backfiring because, as their ally Queen Victoria did not understand, soldiers could not roll-up contaminated blankets and stuff these into canons?

It was a weapon so ridiculous the Yankees never noticed it.

Rhett stopped the journey on the bridge at the turn toward Tara. They discussed the army's upcoming last offensive and his intention to be a part of it. He left Scarlet with the gifts of the horse, buggy and gun. She never mentioned Ashley. And Rhett missed this prospective opportunity to meet her mother.

Scarlet visited Twelve Oaks, a mansion large enough to serve as a warehouse, and blamed the Yankees for its arsonic destruction.

Then she arrived at Tara and learns that the Yankees assumed it as their headquarters, but never burned it when they departed.

She also learned of the bout her two sisters and mother had with Typhoid.

Typhoid, like measles and small pox, causes an inflamed colon.

There was something about the colon which had the British Monarchy mesmerized.

Vivian also heard the name Sherman over-and-over. He was the Yankee military commander.

She remembered the Queen once referring to Vivian as her Sherman Tank as they began to prepare their case against those who murdered Princess Diana.

Was this a true compliment? Or exemplification of the Monarchies' frozen position in the moment of time in which they lost the Civil War and the cheap labor which benefited their economy?

Thursday, June 13, 2002

Last month, my employer fired Jerry, my manager, as well as his brother and another manager. Or, in simpler terms, they eliminated everyone who would not join al-Qaeda. I am now surrounded by immediate associates of Osama ben Laden.

I told Georgie-Pooh that he could use this situation to his favor. By following the harassment calendar, he could easily ascertain the date of the next act of terrorism.

The first problem with that is he enjoys what is happening to me.

The second is that I am very suspicious of the wild-fires in Colorado. Were they suffering from a drought? Could one campfire account for what is happening? I suspect it is either their next act of terrorism, or it is a foundation for what is to come. The date of this event corresponds to the date of the change of attitude toward me (not my former managers) at work.

Today I have the day off. But I am afraid to return to work tomorrow. The Queen is using the only weapon she has against me, as William is attempting to peacefully take the throne. It is the only way he can eliminate the genocide machine at Heathrow Airport, regain the revenue from tourism, and revitalize the textile and agricultural industries.

We all must help William. I would like to ask of all those who work at Heathrow Airport in any function (e.g., transportation, janitorial, etc.) or are contracted with this institution, to find another job. Please do not experience a lapse in paychecks, and I regret any pay-cut you may experience.

I intend to peacefully shut-down Heathrow, but maintain Gatwick as many of you will need emergency services. Please only fly for such purposes.

These next few months will be like Scarlet's trip North, without the violence. But we may have to burn the customs office.

I have been studying Gone with the Wind and noticed one more issue.

At the barbeque at Twelve Oaks, Scarlet eavesdrops on a conversation the men in the dining room are having about the upcoming war. Rhett states it is "difficult to win a war with words." Scarlet's first husband then demands to know if he is suggesting they can "lick" us.

After the burning of Atlanta, Rhett and Scarlet sit in their carriage, with Melanie, her baby, and Prissy in the back, and observe the retreating Confederate military. He ridicules, "And they were going to lick the Yankees in a month."

When Scarlet makes her vow, she initiates by stating, "They are not going to lick me."

"Lick" is the only slang used. I suspect it is a code word for biochemical weapons, which is probably still in use. If you suspect you are in the immediate presence of an al-Qaeda associate, and you have heard this word at least once, probably more often, it must be reported to the FBI.

As for my comment that there is something about the colon which has the British Monarchy mesmerized, I suspect I received an answer which is difficult to read.

The background is that in the fall of 2000, at the time I began my employment at the pharmacy, I visited Lord & Taylor. I spoke to an old friend, Deborah Melon, who was a nurse until some ridiculous politics had her fired. She saw my abdomen through my clothes and in response to my inquiry, suggested I have an abdominal sonogram. I did this and was told it was normal.

It is my understanding that it actually demonstrated a problem with the central artery. This is consistent with the statement by Jan of the health store in Manchester England, that the vascular system is the same as the central nervous system.

If I never return to this web-site, I would like to remind Wall Street that they must find a technique to create energy efficient computers such that we do not need nuclear reactors. We also need gas-efficient SUVs.

And, of course, there is our fight to convert our swiss-cheese paychecks into real paychecks by auditing all governmental finances. In this upcoming November elections, politicians must fully understand this. If they are incumbents, and there has been no adjustments in our paychecks, they should not be re-elected.

And then there is our battle for human rights worldwide.

My host for this web-site is Earthlink.

Tuesday June 18, 2002

CLARIFICATION; On May 20th of this web-site, I presented a photograph of myself in 1998. I should have emphasized this was before my trip to London of this same year. And I should have emphasized that the purpose for such presentation was to show you the tiny eyes and yellowish skin I had for 20 years.

Diary of the WOW Paws

It was 1986. Vivian was at home typing a term paper. She squeezed into her work chair in a corner of the study. Immediately to her right was a wall unit, and immediately to her left was the armrest of a couch. On the couch she kept her paperwork. And her typewriter was situated upon the small stand her father wrote his dissertation on. His typewriter was not electric, hers was.

After she finished in the evening the cat slept on the papers.

It was 1990. Vivian was working on her book. She had completed some of the research and was involved with the manuscript.

Finally one day she found herself engaged in the unplanned act of opening a closet door to pull out a bridge table and placed this in the middle of the room. She then moved her typewriter onto it.

No more squeezing. And she had additional room for her papers.

In October of this same year her grandmother died. Her mother and she flew-out to California to clean-out her apartment. They shipped some of her furniture back, including her dining room table.

With only one wing extended, this fit in the place of the bridge table. They pushed the plush brown chair (reupholstered many years earlier by her mother) very closely to the wall unit, and the recliner almost against the book shelves on the other side of the room.

Vivian squeezed into her work chair between the plush chair and table.

At least she had more room for her papers.

It was January 26th, 2002. Vivian was in the hospital. She raised the back of her bed increasingly until she was almost fully upright. Her chin finally tucked in, and she fell unconscious. William visited Vivian's room. Despite all he did to awaken her, her pulse did not even rise.

It was early April. The Town in which Vivian lived arranged for trash dumping. Vivian telephoned a representative of a local charity which arranged such pick-ups. Georgie-Pooh, the high-tech peeping tom, overheard this and relayed the information to William. William arranged that everything be delivered to him.

On May 5th, they arrived. William soon found himself the proud owner of an old desk which deteriorated with every movement, the 40 year old dysfunctional television, two old mattresses, an old small rusted barbeque, old ski polls, a very old milk case,

And the recliner.

He interpreted the disposal of the recliner as a Freudian truism. Henceforth, she could not convince him that she had no memory of what happened.

It was mid-June of this same year. Vivian read in the OnLine Pharmacy of the internet that for a "small, relatively benign aneurism, a professional homeopath might recommend Baryta carbonica."

She began to take this product made by Boiron. She suspected it was working on her nervous system.

During the night after her first dosages, she dreamt about William and the hospital. He cradled her in a bed which was NOT upright.

She demanded to know his shopping list for the 24 hour convenience store from which he purchased a sandwich.

Wednesday June 19, 2002

Diary of the WOW Paws

William intended a son.

It was so unplanned that he never closed the door.

He originally interpreted her lack of responsiveness as an answer of yes.

Eventually, he looked into her face and could not understand anything.

He redressed her and returned the bed to its original position.

Early in March, as a reward for blockade-running the Akinoit-Padma 28 package, he demanded a topless photograph of her.

When she refused, he negotiated for a nude.

She knew nothing more happened because January 26th was exactly ten days after her period.

Thursday June 20, 2002

William also had a few beers.

Today I bought four summer nightgowns, with William in mind. These are made in India. Would they like me to keep or return these?

I have never told you where my winter nightgowns were made. I'll give the manufacturing country a few hints. I bought these during the last such season from a friend of mine at Lord & Taylor, which was also the designer. The one William saw was ivory. The purple one was on my bathroom floor.

William ran to the hospital because he knew what awaited me. What did he know? He obviously knew nothing about the second IV pack.

In Gone with the Wind, I observed the Confederate physicians working without anesthesia for surgery.

The obvious suggestion is that medical equipment could not be transported through the blockades.

The obvious medical law is that all ships with a red cross sign should be exempt from any attack.

Was there any attempt to deliver appropriate supplies from Her Majesty's United Kingdom to these soldiers? Or was this punishment for their failure to use the biochemical weapons which were guaranteed effective and user-safe?

On the morning of January 26th, Dr. Foeppel ordered a blood test to reaffirm the results of the prior evening's blood tests which demonstrated a high white blood cell count.

Why was the EKG not repeated?

Were they waiting for a major heart attack?

Why was I not given the prescribed anti-diuretic and -nausea medications?

Were they waiting for my condition to worsen?

Monday June 24, 2002

Diary of the WOW Paws

William entered her hospital room. He took his shirt off, snuggled next to her, took the remote control and lowered the bed back. He unsnapped her hospital gown at the shoulders and lowered it to her waist. He cradled her flesh-to-flesh with his arms wrapped around her shoulders and kissed her several times on the lips.

Her pulse did not rise. He stood-up.

It was either because she did not know who this was in her bed, or he brought no gifts.

He refused to accept her explanations for her lack of responsiveness and disposal of the recliner. She had plenty of energy to stay awake long-enough to eat crackers until she was "crackered-out". She could wake-up in time to voraciously eat breakfast, and stay awake to consume lunch. But for him,

Nothing.

In June Vivian contacted another CVS pharmacist who confirmed her suspicions that Marinol can cause a sharp decline in sexual appetite.

William finally dismissed his earlier theories.

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was Sunday, June 23rd, 2002. Vivian's radio alarm went off at the time the Methodist broadcast was scheduled. She found herself listening to Rev. Bruce Southworth of the Unitarian Universalist Association speaking a half-an-hour before scheduled.

It was about forgiveness. She heard the word "poisoned".

In a world in which

al-Qaeda can quietly perform a genocide within any hospital,

it occurred to no one to apologize for her experiences,

no one helped her pay for the expenses of her illness, including lost wages, as she was forbidden from working for more than $9/hour, and had a $5,000 insurance deductible per year,

Vivian was astonished, and demanded a review by the Board of Trustees.

What is forgiveness?

Her acceptance of the expenses because the Queen does not like greediness?

Her willingness to go forward in her life without formal, not subliminal, identification of the toxins she received, and real results of all tests performed?

Her act of withholding demands for all evidence necessary for appropriate legal actions?

Their convenient escape from consequences to unscrupulous actions?

Is an authentic request for forgiveness made

after she seems to find the cure?

without remedying that which ails the hospital?

via a third party?

What still remains unexplained is Dr. Amy Salerno's interpretation of a high white blood cell count as a "psychiatric disorder". Maybe her medical school failed to properly educate her, but her father, a surgeon, certainly did not.

The Queen is not going to be able to talk her way out of this.

Vivian has one week left to return the television set. She will only keep it if they pay for it.

Thursday June 27, 2002

Radio Schack in Bedford Hills, New York, refused to take the television set back. I finished the argument by telling them, "I have friends on Wall Street. By the time I am finished today, your stock will be worth nothing."

Every time I am in that store, I promise myself I am never returning.

I would like to tell William to closely examine The Shipping News. The first time Quoyle attempts to make love to Wavey, he smells like a brewery and she rejects him. The second time, it is while the green house is being destroyed. Is there a green house in his princely domain?

My grandmother wanted to be cremated, and her remains returned to the city in which she was raised, Danzig (pronounced Dansish). In the movie, as Aunt Agnis is packing the cremated remains of her deceased half-brother, Quoyle receives a phone call from Investigator Danzig (pronounced Danzig).

Part II, Thursday June 27, 2002

I have also contacted my credit card company to demand a stop payment to Radio Shack. They are asking for a letter, which I will be happy to provide.

It is the same credit card company I worked with in the year 1998. I also contested a charge.

In early 1998, I went to buy the boots I have told you about before. These have a thin, tightly knit wool lining which was comfortable on both warm and brutally cold days without ever needing thermal socks. It isn't easy to find footwear I can run around all day at work in, but these were perfect for such purpose.

To purchase these, I went to the shop in Manhattan called Salamander. It was owned by Frau Mueller. It is where we shopped for shoes when I was a child. Of course there are many painful memories, but it is always good to know they are always there with the same faces, and I could always reenter my childhood.

In October of this same year, I returned with two jackets I wanted to match. I bought three pairs of shoes.

I also inquired about bridal shoes.

I don't know how The New York Hitlers found out I was her customer, but they bullied Mrs. Mueller to add another charge to my credit card. At the time, I decided not to challenge it.

In the Spring of 1999, I needed summer shoes for work. To conform with Federal Law, I needed closed-toe/closed-heel shoes. To conform with my needs, I needed internal padding, and a neutral color such as ivory or black.

I telephoned Mrs. Mueller and told her this. She only had blue and gray in stock. But she also told me that a big shipment will be arriving shortly.

A few weeks later I called her and she told me only one shoe fit my description. It told her to mail it to me and she was amazed that I trusted her with my charge card.

She asked me if I had my wedding yet. I said I hadn't. She asked me to let her know when I do. I promised, and do not intend to break it.

When I received the shoes I was amazed that the two colors perfectly matched a silk/linen skirt I loved to wear to represent my department.

Then they put her out of business.

Then I decided to contest the charge and the ruling was against me.

At Lord & Taylor I met a customer who also shopped there. I asked for Frau Mueller's address and first name. She did not have these.

As for the subject of my health...

My nose bleeds returned a few days ago. At the same time, my toe nails began to grow again for the first time in a long time. Although these always looked normal, they rarely needed trimming.

I have decreased my Thymic Longevity Compound from twice-per-day to once. It was suddenly too much and my system was rejecting it.

To remedy the nose bleeds, I am now orally taking one Valtrex 500 mg in the morning with one Padma28 and B-6 200 mg, in addition to inhaling my evening formula.

My system is absorbing these substances more effectively than ever.

My guess is that the Valtrex inhalation formula crossed a barrier.

Diary of the WOW Paws

After Vivian began to shut-down Heathrow Airport, she realized she should have ordered more Padma28 first. She quickly ordered four boxes which have not yet arrived. Either it is because William must make another Blockade Run, or it is due to insufficient transport staff.

Nonetheless, she is requesting William's help again.

He has been frustrated, especially since he realized she knew nothing. He often releases his frustrations on her.

In the early morning of January 26th, only the fleecy blanket orgasmed William.

Friday June 28, 2002

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was World War I. Al-Qaedan scientists were working in their lab. The Prussian Generals began to correctly speculate where this house was. It was located on an island called Shingles.

The laboratory's technologies were too archaic to be transported as a collection of mobiliary materials. There was only one thing they could do.

They attached ropes to the house and dragged it from the island to the mainland.

It was World War II. It never occurred to anyone to update the contents of the lab for a convenient transfer. They prepared cables for the next move.

But Hitler gave orders to his Prussian Generals not to attack. The Generals attempted to assassinate him. But they were then tried, convicted and executed before they could make any further attempts to destroy either him or the house.

It was 2001 and 02. The United States found itself victimized by Anthrax attacks.

It was 2002. Prince William's over-emotional response to Vivian's speculation of the existence of this house led her to the conclusion that it does exist.

And that anyone with corporate connections to OPEC should be able to locate, and incinerate it.

Vivian was at home watching Gone with the Wind. She observed the scene after the burning of Atlanta in which Rhett and Scarlet are watching the retreat of the Confederate Army. He tells her to take a close look so that she could one day tell her grandchildren how she watched the Old South disappear one night.

Monday July 01, 2002

The Town Police had it in their records that I will be in the hospital until the end of the year. So they have been keeping watch over the house since January while I was at work.

President Georgie-Pooh found the house. It is surrounded by land mines.

We are now beginning to understand Princess Diana's real crusade, and the British Government's real motive for calling her a "loose canon".

William betrayed his mother.

I recently was tested for sexually transmitted diseases. I am told the tests are normal. And, of course, tests don't lie. Do they?

The lab has not yet told my doctor the results of the HIV test.

But I must emphasize I have said that if he could get into my bed, so could anyone. And he knows this.

These last few days I have seen news reports explaining that a woman's biological clock expires at age 35--my age.

William is making me understand I am no good to him in bed.

But is that the real reason for the expiration?

Friday July 05, 2002

William is willing to pay for my medications.

In the form of furniture for my apartment in London.

And, of course, I will be called anti-family if I refuse to understand this is the only way he can relate to me.

To help stimulate my furniture-hormone (i.e., sex drive), former President Billy-Goat (i.e., the guy who decided the Constitution is inapplicable to issues of male impotence) visited our store yesterday to select a chair. He walked in, asked a co-worker and myself where this item is, shook hands with me without making eye contact, and my co-worker walked him to this area a short distance away. Otherwise he might get lost. She then called the manager and he helped him while I found myself taking care of a mother and her little girl who needed a guided tour throughout the store. I told her he was here. She didn't care. We laughed a lot.

(Although I must admit everyone is correct in their analysis that I have lost my ability for a deep laugh. Whenever I do laugh, it appears to be force of habit and does not sound as healthy. This is ever since January. So the events had some affect on my hormones.)

Billy-Goat was very insulted I was not overwhelmed to meet him.

I have decided to ask William for all the jewelry I can acquire. I intend to sell these.

And in establishing a settlement figure, I do NOT want to hear it is to their credit that I survived this.

I have told President Georgie-Pooh not to mention the name God anymore after he

violated the anti-theft commandment by

failing to give me any pay for doing his work and

failing to prosecute all those who attempted to steal my copyrights;

violated the anti-false-witness-bearing commandment by

allowing everyone to blame me for the deaths of the children and

allowing doctors to diagnose me as "delusional" as the radiologist withheld the real results of the abdominal sonogram and

allowing everyone to call me anti-family and a child-hater because I would not sign over copyrights as a marriage pre-requisite and

allowing the British Government to originally respond to my allegations brought before the World Health Organization by arguing I am attempting to conceal a pregnancy;

violated the anti-murder commandment by

being inactive as a pharmacy was converted into a gas chamber and

failing to prosecute those who attempted to financially force me to marry a man with AIDS;

violated the anti-adultery commandment by failing to prosecute all those who attempted to financially force me into a marriage with a married man to finance his personal debt and nourish corporate ambitions;

violated the anti-coveting commandment by failing to prosecute those who attempted intellectual property infringement as it was demanded of me to choose between my prospective husband and the book;

dishonored my mother and grandmother in his misogynist actions as my grandmother was one of the first women to receive a Ph.D., and my mother was one of the first who decided financial dependency is not a matrimonial issue;

and anything else I may not know about.

And I don't want to hear the name God in his anti-abortion crusade as the Administration which his father was vice president of neglected the Environmental Protection Administration and caused countless numbers of miscarriages and still-births. Does everyone remember the scandal in 1982?

A few evenings ago, I heard on the news General Electric's non-specific confessions concerning their corporate ties to terrorist nations. I want much more specificity.

Georgie-Pooh is not incinerating the green house, but rather taking it back to the United States piece-by-piece.

In the movie, The Shipping News, the curse is broken nearly simultaneously to the house Going with the Wind.

I believe the curse is what hovers around William.

We have definitely broken-down the first few barriers. We are on our way.

Tuesday July 09, 2002

And, of course, Georgie-Pooh was completely disinterested in the health of the unborn child of the pharmacy.

As for my health, Jan of Manchester, England researched the matter and found that the element copper is the recommended supplement. I am orally taking and inhaling that made by Solaray. It appears to be working, but it is still too early to tell.

Since I began taking the Barytl carbonica, I have felt occasional pains in my heart region. I thought it was damage-repair.

But the night-before-last I was awoken by another brutal night sweat and the following afternoon at work, the pains returned with much greater intensity, and accompanied by pains throughout the left arm. I ran to my pocketbook to acquire my liquid grapefruit seed extract and tea tree oil which I discussed earlier in this web site. It is manufactured by NutriBiotic and called Ear Drops. I kept the bottle with me and took several dosages. My co-worker was baffled that I was using this under my tongue. I explained to her that the ear-nose-throat is one mechanism. It stopped whatever was happening and then one more thing happened.

It is part of my job to open a register whenever we have a line. I have never neglected this duty neither on this job nor others similar to it. Around 7 pm I saw a line of people and was completed disinterested. After a few minutes of working I realized what I needed to do.

I disconnected from reality perhaps offering further explanation of what happened at the hospital.

And at the hospital, it is my understanding that the blanket which orgasmed William was contaminated.

I heard on the news last night that the US government has shut-down a jewelry industry allegedly financing al-Qaeda. My guess is this was a result of their act of raiding the green house.

William is enraged about the shut-down. (And I would like someone to explain to my why the oil money wasn't enough.)

I remember Princess Diana receiving one gift of jewelry. It was an emerald necklace from the Queen after the birth of her first child. But I only saw her wear it twice in those early years.

Was this the earliest form of Diana's protest? And why has William been insisting I must accept gifts of jewelry as his love? Is this really a commercial?

It amazes that William could insist that no one is terrorizing me, and yet assume such a protective role at the hospital.

If you recall earlier in this web-site I discussed one problem I had with a neighbor stealing my mail which included a stock certificate and dividend check worth $5,000, cashing these in, and then buying a car and throwing a party.

William wanted to know what I did to deserve that.

According to that philosophy, he deserved to experience his parents' divorce, and deserved to loose his mother at age 15 without having the opportunity to say good-bye.

He probably believes that all those who were victimized by al-Qaeda and the Taliban, and all those whose agricultural and tourist industries were victimized by the economic devastations caused by Mad Cow disease, and all those who were victimized by Royal Foot Odor Disease, must have done something to deserve their fates.

In the movie, The Shipping News, Quoyle finds imposed upon him the journalistic role of reporting on car accidents. The publisher, Jack Buggit, explains to him that he wants photographs which "make you feel something" such as a mitten near the scene.

I would like to ask everyone to make William "feel something". I would like you, in writing, to explain your economic devastation, or consequences of loss of a loved one, and everything else.

I would like him to visit these agricultural communities which lost their livestock. I want him to know how much of each individuals' tax dollars finance his extravagances, and how much buying power this would give these individuals. I would like you to do what I have never had enough courage to do, and give a full financial explanation of what it means to run a household.

When I was working on the 24 foot train of my wedding dress, I spread it on tables across my living room and sent photographs during each stage of progression. William saw the fireplace and explained that while he may have all his palaces, I have a cozy little home. He insisted on photographs of the kitchen, den, my bedroom, view out of the living room window, and everything else.

But he has never helped me care for it. On the contrary, I had to smash two television sets on the driveway to stop the sabotage.

It was in early 2001 that I transmitted to Georgie-Pooh a letter explaining what improvements I believed were needed in many facets of our culture. My ineloquent intention was application for the job he appeared to be offering me in the Ambassador's office of the United Nations.

One suggestion I made was to plug the leaks. And as he knew, I made this because it was my responsibility to lower gas prices.

He refused to address this issue. Guess why.

After I opened this web-site, I avoided this issue because I thought it was irrelevant.

I was one day tanking for $2.19/gallon when another customer apparently recognized me and said, "They think that because we live out here we have a lot of money." He talked about gas prices, and then he referred to the station manager and said, "That guy is a crook." I answered, "I think that is the property taxes."

He realized I might be correct.

But I decided if my aquatic apes want me to address this issue, I should. Eventually I realized it is the terrorist issue.

Occasionally customers recognize me. Sometimes they talk about causes I know nothing about. I have resolved to only speak from experience. And the experience I addressed in the gas prices issue was the fact that I always see a few drops spill every time I tank.

And I decided to take the drops I see, multiply these by 1,000, and assume that is what I don't see (i.e., underground the stations, the transporting trucks, storage tanks, and ships).

Sometimes I have customers who are from Georgie-Pooh's Administration, such as those at the pharmacy who continually inquired about my selection for the election of the year 2000.

Yesterday I had a customer who talked extensively about the Worldcom scandal and her disgust about the executives pleading the Fifth Amendment while their employees lost their pensions.

I suspected she was an aquatic ape for reasons I will withhold so as not to train Georgie'e people. So I will make a suggestion.

It is my understanding that these executives have the legal status as trustees. Trustees are those who accept responsibilities for the properties and, henceforth, rights of others. It is a depersonalized status.

So therefore I do not understand why the personalized Fifth Amendment is applicable to them.

If the US Supreme Court disagrees with my Constitutional interpretation, then I would like to propose an appropriate Constitutional amendment.

I know that Georgie-Pooh will not give me equal pay for equal work for this idea, because to him it is not work, but rather sabotage. So therefore I am eliminating all hopes of ever receiving equal pay for Georgie-Pooh's work, and am proposing the additional following change to our culture.

I would like to ask of my aquatic apes to assume that all the men who work for The New York Hitlers and the Goergie Administration are signing their names to the works of females. And that the only reason they have their prestigious white collar jobs, is because someone like me does not.

This should inspire a men's liberation movement.

Thursday July 11, 2002

I have increased my oral dosages of Valtrex 500/Padma-one-pill from once to twice-per-day. I am considering replacing the inhalation therapy with a third such dosage. Another barrier must have been broken. I have not been feeling well, but sometimes that is a fact of antibiotics.

On another issue...

For the past few days, the issues of hormone replacement therapy and menopause have dominated the news broadcasts.

When I began working at the vitamin store, a customer purchased Solaray's Phytoestrogens, and asked me to tell all other such customers that it is a wonderful product.

I told other customers. And each one returned a few weeks later to buy another bottle, thank me, and endlessly sing its praises.

Its primary ingredient is the herb, Black Cohosh. The term phyto- means this product will bond with estrogen-receptors.

Another supplement I once found temporarily useful for my health problems was Solaray's Calcium EAP (ethyl-amino-phosphate). It is for soft tissue absorption.

The menopausal process involves soft tissue taking calcium from the bones. In my opinion, this form of calcium is the wave of the future because it is a front door rather than back door approach.

This same company also makes a product called Calcium D-glucarate (I forgot to research the exact spelling before I left the house today). The claim is that it is for detoxification. And if I understand that concept correctly, it is also for soft tissue absorption.

A few months ago I thought I had a tooth cavity. According to Adele Davis in her book, Let's Get Well, tooth decay can be remedied by vitamin B-6. I took this and both these calcium-forms and the discomfort disappeared.

I had two cavities in college. Each, I concluded, was directly linked to my cut-back in milk consumption. It may be the calcium in the milk, and it may be the fact that the calcium directly hits the teeth.

As you already know, I suspect researchers may not have already isolated all of the vitamins (and amino acids, enzymes, hormones, etc.). Perhaps it is an unknown hitting the teeth.

Tuesday July 16, 2002

I believe the difference in photogenic qualities between the Queen and Princess Diana is the aesthetic characters of the personalities.

As for my neighbors...

The two brothers who each enjoy taking a baseball bat and slamming it against my house are at it again. They already cost me a hot water tank, washer and dryer. And when I became angry, it was suggested I was PMS-ing. (Which is something I haven't done since before I first took dandelion root.)

It has been subliminally suggested they are in jail. Which is very believable, especially since I was never offered the opportunity to press charges.

As for my health...

I am letting the nose bleeds dictate my dosages. So therefore I am currently taking 1,000 mg of Valtrex three times daily, accompanied with two pills of Padma as often, and some B-6. I stopped the copper supplement, but may start it again.

I have experienced a sharp reduction in appetite, accompanied by increased energy levels. My hope is that I am feeding off of what I stored in my arteries.

And as for the current inactivity in the stock market...

My suggestion to Georgie-Pooh is to encourage at least a few companies to behave as aquatic apes (e.g., market energy efficient SUVs or computers, encourage whistle-blowing, etc.).

The bad numbers are actually good news because these will encourage innovativeness and henceforth, forward evolution.

Wednesday July 17, 2002

I should have specified I have eliminated the tea-kettle/inhalation technique of vitamin/medicine taking. My only problem now is ascertaining the exact date I should stop the medication and declare I am cured. I don't believe the nose bleeds will tell me everything.

In early 2000, my doctor did several blood tests which did NOT demonstrate a high white blood cell count. I suspect the lab lied.

The date of 2000 is before my phones were bugged. I suspect the lab may have been influenced. This would indicate that after my recovery from the partial collapse of my upper right lung, it was anticipated that my condition would worsen again. But no one told me.

And the individual who arranged for my detainment at Heathrow, has yet to explain why he did not command them to spare me from this routine victimization.

And, of course, the Queen is suggesting I must beg to be a member of the family.

I won the war. And I want an affidavit from her, enforceable in any court in the world, ascertaining she would never go near me or any of my future children.

As for the stock market...

Today it began to rebound. Which is great. But I need not tell you it is only temporary. We must convert temporary remedies into permanent ones such that retirees, among everyone else, need not worry about unexpectedly losing $10,000 of their retirement monies.

On a related subject...

As you already know, we have been pressuring politicians to perform necessary audits of governmental monies which should ensue appropriate adjustment to our paychecks.

I believe some audits have been performed, but adjustments will wait. And I know what they are waiting for.

The next election.

This is when Georgie-Pooh and Co. will know how powerful we are.

I understand there are many issues aquatic apes consider in each election. For many of us, just one or two issues dominate our selections. I would NEVER never suggest you compromise this.

Voting is a very private matter. And however who choose to vote, you can always use your freedom of speech to create a new domineering election issue. The time to begin is now. All incumbents must answer to this issue, and all newcomers to the political arena must seriously address it, without superficial promises. You can address these individuals directly and indirectly by demanding of your local and national news agencies to discuss it actively. And I hope Phil Donahue will address it routinely. (But I don't have Cable Television and can't watch.) And as you know, the best trained debate artists cannot prepare themselves for Donahue's many angles of questioning.

As Georgie and Co. begins to understand our prowess, he will seriously consider our next issue.

A Constitutional amendment declaring the Fifth Amendment non-applicable to trustees.

You know the aquatic ape routine.

Telephone one elected representative, national or local, per week.

And make it an election issue.

And then I want a concise figure on the amount of the over-charge in our paychecks, and utility bills, and appropriate refunds issued.

When Georgie-Pooh's friends are in jail, he will make a real effort toward the next election.

Thursday July 18, 2002

I would like to return to the subject of my teenage years.

We had relatives living in Pennsylvania. I was 14 years old when we visited over the Memorial Day weekend.

We were about to pack to return home and I offered to help my mother. She said she could do it herself.

Of course my brother didn't offer to help. He didn't have to because the poor boy lost his father when he was six years old and if we are all really really nice to him, he will emerge from his state of shock and become a great academician.

She had never refused my help before.

When we returned home she continually asked me Where are your white shoes? I continually searched my room and could not find these. Finally one day she cited the fact that these were last seen in Pennsylvania and said, I know where they went. Into the garbage.

I denied it.

She demanded Which shoes are the ones you don't like?

The white shoes.

Ah ha!!!!!

But not those the other ones.

And it was only recently that I suddenly noticed that she never telephoned our relatives to ask if we left these behind.

I was referring to the white shoes which looked like an enlarged version of that which I wore to parties as a small child.

I did not hear about it again. And did not know why.

We were never invited to Pennsylvania again. We did not know why. I never again spoke to the mother of this household, until after my mother died for a few conversations. I did know why she distanced herself from me.

My brother's birthday is one month before mine. One month before his, we went to the bookstore I mentioned on May 13th. I now suspect she may have secretly instructed my brother to select a book of equal or less value. (It was the same value.)

The book I selected had the price on a very discreet location. I do not believe this was deceptive advertising, as this was a very small sized book on electromagnetism. It was full of charts and tables and I decided it would be good reference material in college, and easy to travel with as I did not plan to become a commuter student.

We each had one book. As we were about to approach the counter my mother stated that his would be my birthday present to him, but said nothing about my birthday.

As we were presented with the total, she demanded to know how it became so much. She directed her attention toward my book.

I insisted I did not know how much it was. As we left the store she began the phrase I would hear many times for the next few months, You tried to pull a fast one.

I heard about it the whole way home. And that evening she said the words she must have waited over four months to say to me, You are not going to get anything more from me.

Then with a tone of voice which stunned both of us, I heard myself saying, Good! I don't want anything from you!!!

Even my brother tried to help me understand what I had done to her suggesting I may not have consciously attempted to manipulate her financially.

We each had our birthdays on a Monday. For my brother she remembered our favorite bakery was closed routinely on this day. So he acquired his favorite cake over the weekend. For my birthday, she claimed she forgot.

And when my grandmother came for Christmas, I was suddenly summoned to the kitchen table and she began to explain that I should not take advantage of people financially.

I don't. (And at that moment, I did not know the subject matter.)

Listen to Oma. (Oma is German for grandmother.)

My mother left the room. And my grandmother explained to me she is crying.

I don't believe she was. But my grandmother then explained the incident in reference. I gave my side of the story. She believed me that I never saw the price.

Then I went to my room to try to do some homework. Then my mother came in and looked at my shoes suggesting I might need new ones.

I insisted I didn't need any.

My grandmother quietly came over and asked me if my attitude is because of what she explained to me.

I said it didn't. And I think she believed me. She never mentioned it again.

It was in the past few months that I began to realize those lost shoes had only one possible fate, and I began to understand the events at the bookstore. The memory analyses were inspired by events I also discussed on May 13th involving the mother and school-age child who occasionally visit the store in which I work.

I recently began to ask of the mother of the Pennsylvania household if a pair of white shoes was ever left behind. As always, she refused to talk to me. Via her husband (my blood cousin), she said we did not leave such.

I pressured for information via the grapevine and learned that not only was she involved, but my mother explained to her she was looking for an excuse not to give me a birthday present.

I suspect the reasons for her behavior were that at my age, she was beginning the grotesque pursuit for a husband. I was studying, and convinced love would find its way to me. She was jealous.

But this is the important issue.

This female relative-in-law is a registered nurse. She knows the Federal laws as well as I do. If she has any suspicion of child abuse she must report it to the appropriate authorities. And it was emotional abuse. There was no physical abuse (because I began to choke my mother when she tried), but she did not know that. And my brother understood it was open season on me. I eventually spoke to a school social worker about his grotesque incestuous advances. And she informed me that she must report it to Child Protection Services.

My mother took his side, insisting this never happened, and even if it did, it could not have had an affect on me. And he is not guilty of anything because he could not have been consciously aware of his actions because the poor boy lost his father as a small child and if we are all just really really nice to him....

It was important to me that she acknowledge he emotionally harmed me. She would not. After the event at Child Protection Services, I stayed for 24 hours at a friend's (i.e., the one with the incestuous family). I would have stayed longer except my mother called with a tone of voice which I pitied, and asked me to come home.

But her real change of attitude came that summer when she took me to the doctor's for my annual physical. I went from 105 to 95 pounds. They suspected dieting. But we both knew I had been eating more than normal (withOUT binging).

My mother realized it was aggravation. And finally threatened to throw him out.

This nurse-relative worked in a school. Perhaps to supplement the income of her surgeon-husband. Or perhaps to cover-up what she was doing to her children. But that is only my theory. I knew they hated her, but did not know why. And they do not seem to be letting her near their children. And, as my high school friend did, they distanced themselves from me as we entered adulthood.

How many bruises, black-eyes, and anything else did she see in her school office and ignore?

I have demanded a thorough investigation. While the people who called me a child-hater have admitted written records still exist, they have done nothing about it.

It is not too late to prosecute her, or any other professionals like her.

Friday July 19, 2002

Please take note of the fact that yesterday the entries for both July 17th and 18th were placed on this web-site. Particularly, please don't miss the beginning of our protest concerning trustees and Fifth Amendment rights.

I was allowed to leave early from work today to see my doctor. I have stopped eating. My suspicion is that if I had begun to take copper and Barytl carbonica at the time of the abdominal sonogram in the year 2000, none of this would be happening.

My second suspicion is that the antibiotics are doing what these often do--make me worse before I become better. I hope the Padma/Valtrex/B-6 have penetrated the spinal canal into the epicenter of the disease.

Another possibility is a new gas.

Monday July 22, 2002

My doctor gave me a note excusing me from work on Saturday. I went anyway, and left feeling fine. On Sunday it was different. But we weren't busy. And when the manager suggested some of us leave work early, I immediately volunteered.

My doctor examined my abdominal region and noticed sensitivity in the region at the base of the lowest left rib.

"Did you lift anything?"

"No."

"Pull anything?"

"No," especially since Michelle, a manager, told me that people with heart conditions should not do this.

My doctor gave me a prescription for a new abdominal sonogram, new white blood cell count, and new chest x-ray (to analyze the heart valves). He suggested I take it someplace where no one will find me. But I was too weak to drive a long distance. I drove instead to the hospital suggested for me if I need such services again. Then I remembered their recent solicitation for donations (I assume from me directly and through the web-site).

But the drive gave me time to think.

My hospitalization in January occurred exactly ten days after my period. In scientific terms, my estrogen level dropped. And the heart feeds off of this hormone.

Friday was exactly one week after my period.

I needed phyto-estrogens. And I had these in the house because last year I tried EVERYTHING.

But the supplement didn't work before. And I finally realized why. It hit the same arterial dead end as the naturally produced estrogen in my body.

In March of 2001, Dr. William Wong (the athletics expert--not physician--who recommended the Aerobic 0-7 and saved my life), recommended for my hormonal imbalance a product called ProgestoCare by Life-Flo. It is a cream and typically used by menopausal women. It rebalanced my period. At the time it was early, late, twice in one month, etc. After one month of continual usage, I was re-stabilized.

I also tried their other creams, including EstroCare. This, like the others, did nothing. It includes Black Cohosh.

On Friday night, I decided to apply it to the area my doctor isolated, and to the region just above the heart. I did the same on Saturday night.

Today I had my chiropractor apply it to my back. And while I was in her office I weighed myself; 187 pounds--a new record.

A few weeks ago, at the time it was hinted that the abdominal sonogram in the fall of 2000 was fraudulently declared normal, I suddenly remembered something.

The technician who took the sonogram (who was not the radiologist who read it) behaved differently when she photographed my central artery. She announced what anatomical segment she was examining. She didn't do this for the liver, kidneys, etc.

When they admitted to this fraud, I began to take Barytl carbonica.

And then I dreamt about William and the hospital.

Last night it was hinted that I have a blood clot.

I went directly to Adelle Davis' Let's Get Well. She said Linseed Oil and Lecithin.

Of course, I had both in the house.

And then I remembered something else about the sonogram. She only did the area of the artery half-way between the naval and rib cage, not below which is where the greatest protrusion exists.

I would like someone to explain to me why the Queen understands all the intricacies of this disease.

A few minutes after these dosages, while awake, I remembered a small amount of what happened at the hospital.

But nothing more was remembered. They hit the same arterial dead end as everything else.

I called Jan in Manchester, England and asked what to do about a clot. She immediately answered, Cayenne Pepper.

I had plenty in the house. My guess is that the condition is more complex than a clot--it is a blood and nervous system blockage.

I acquired the liquid form for abdominal application.

I hope this works. If not, perhaps a Padma28 cream could be invented?

And if William wants me to remember more, he will tell me more.

As for the stock market...

Of course the problem is consumer-disgust.

I suggested a few days ago we begin action for a Constitutional Amendment declaring the Fifth Amendment inapplicable to trustees.

There is an easier and slightly faster alternative route.

Is there an attorney who might like to attempt to set such a legal precedent?

The only way victims can find out is to telephone their local, or national, office of the American Bar Association.

Thursday July 25, 2002

I increased my oral dosages of Valtrex and Padma28 to 2,000 mg. of the former and four pills of the latter three times-per-day (6,000 plus 12 pills). I occasionally take B-6. I have also been bathing in the Padma.

It has been my experience that it requires 24 hours for a substance to cross the brain barrier. It has also been my experience that such crossing can sometimes cause insomnia. The night before last, one day after this first bath, I could barely sleep.

I am still barely eating. I hope this is because the antibiotics are hitting the epicenter of the disease. I sometimes only require one/two-puff dosage of Serevant daily--a remarkable step forward.

My doctor gave me another prescription for Valtrex. So tonight I will bathe in that too.

I predict that if I can only begin to loose weight after the termination of the disease.

Friday July 26, 2002

I have three things to say today.

1. As to the issue of my health, a rash has appeared at the region where I applied the phyto-estrogens. The rash is characteristically identical to that which I described on May 31st. At the time the tiny scratch marks were throughout the interior of my right arm. One year earlier these were upon my left waist. And, as always, no one knows what to think.

2. The Queen has attempted to give me a new incentive to select my furniture for my London apartment. She has suggested I inspire the jealousy of my cousins. To which I can only say, What is mine is theirs.

3. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY

WHEN WILL WE SEE ENERGY EFFICIENT COMPUTERS AND THEIR EFFECT OF ELIMINATING THE NECESSITY FOR NUCLEAR REACTORS?

Monday July 29, 2002

On Friday night, I returned to the hospital.

This time I asked to be taken to a different hospital. They said they could not.

This time I called the ambulance as soon as I could not walk, rather than strategize that a nap and hot bath would remedy everything.

This time, I resolved, I would not throw-up on my bedroom floor.

So I threw-up in the ambulance. My neighbor, the ambulance tech or physician (I don't know), saw it coming and gave me a bag before I realized this would happen. And this time, he demanded of me to remain conscious. The last time we didn't discuss it and I did not loose consciousness.

This time I had two pairs of slippers on my bedroom floor long before this anticipated day. One was at a location where I could not, in theory, vomit on it.

But I did not need the spare. But one fell-off while we were still in my home, the second was lost in the emergency room. There is something about a pair of slippers...

This time I remembered my two small pieces of luggage, and grabbed a warm robe on this cool evening (although it was not as cool as in January).

This time I was not allowed any Ginger Ale in the emergency room or hospital room. I assume because William did not like the taste. But he never showed.

This time, as I lay in the hospital bed of the emergency room, after the IV was inserted, someone entered to test the effectiveness of the medicine.

I refused because I knew it only produces results if performed before AND after the insertion.

And because I knew it involves a painful entry into the artery located at the wrist. There is something about my arteries...

This time my doctor came. He had been woken-up, in his t-shirt and casual pants. He entered. I had my back to the room. I could not roll-over. He pulled the bed away from the wall and pulled-up a chair. As he interviewed me he continually woke-me up. Sometimes twice on one sentence.

This time an x-ray was performed over my abdominal region.

I arrived at the hospital wearing my white and blue nightgown and new warm fleecy robe which I believe still had the tags hanging from it.

These were lost, unlike the last time.

William complained the nightgown is a size large--to big for him.

I know what William really needed the nightgown and robe for--to give to his live-in girlfriend. Now that their jewelry business has been eliminated by Georgie-Pooh, he can't afford to buy her these. She must be a size extra-small--compatible with him.

Unlike the last time, my hospital room's television was working. (In January, this was God re-enforcing my TV protest, frustrating everybody.)

I watched the early morning news. The Queen said I was in my last hours and declared this her finest hour. She boasted proudly she is not a leader, but rather a maintenance worker in a toilet paper factory and that the al-Qaeda money is really for her luxuries.

In simpler terms, they were taking my system apart piece-by-piece because they like their newspapers ironed page-by-page by a valet.

Identical to the last time, I had two nurses when I entered my hospital room. But neither had a Scottish accent. One was out of uniform. She said she was on the phone with my doctor arranging for a Compazine prescription to control my nausea. She told me there were no pills in stock and was requesting a modification of the prescription from pill to inject-able. I informed her that I had some pills with me. She immediately found a pill in hospital stock and inserted it rectally for me.

This time I suspect the blankets were not contaminated because William never showed to be orgasmed by these.

This time, when I entered my room a nurse did NOT make a painful injection into my IV line. (And in January, after I refused an additional IV, Carol Case was assertive that she make such injection to push the glucose through. I refused because I remembered the pain, and was ordering the equipment removed anyway.)

This time I also refused the blood test ordered for the following morning.

This time I awoke, removed the IV pack myself, and showered. The overnight nurse demanded to know if 200 c.c.s was enough to re-hydrate me.

Then I was treated very courteously by a nurse named Barbara Wilson who carried my luggage to the taxi, and did NOT give me a hard time about my decision to be discharged, followed by my doctor's validation.

And, unlike the last time, I have an appointment with another doctor for a second opinion.

And if you will recall, in the movie The Shipping News, Bunny is dressed in a blue nightgown and pink slippers as she watches the destruction of the green house.

On another subject...

There is a political candidate in one of these fifty states which shall remain nameless, as well the name of the candidate. He unquestionably has stolen taxpayer money to finance the Cuban biochemical weapons program. I believe that all of his outspoken advocates are involved. One made her feminist career against her female opponents by assuring those in political power that her husband has more money than the other potential candidates. This fact was well-known to feminists. But they understood her political career as a step forward, while I considered it twenty steps back. These same feminists were outraged when her husband's finances were scrutinized.

Observe the situation closely and you will understand our entire history with Cuba including the Missile Crisis during the Kennedy Administration.

I will talk to you all again after my appointment with my new doctor.

Thursday August 02, 2002

I am still awaiting the results of the new abdominal sonogram. But I have returned to work and am very energetic.

The events of Friday night reminded me of one more symptom I experienced in January.

There were very loud noises circulating throughout the colon prior to my hospitalization.

I still have some diarrhea. As I stated before I do NOT believe the post-esophagul tract is responsible. My chiropractor has established my pelvis as normal and occasionally adjusts my neck and thoracic (i.e., behind the lungs) regions. And the digestive process begins there. And I believe if these are not functioning correctly, food won't be processed.

On Monday night I slept for a few hours, and awoke to find a few inches of my abdominal distention pushed back in. Nothing more has happened since.

On another issue of trustees and the Fifth Amendment...

I would like to go beyond the subject of the Constitution and discuss the issue of trustees and the bankruptcy laws.

1. The bankruptcy laws protect debtors from creditors. So therefore I see NO evidence that such protects trustees from shareholders.

2. The bankruptcy laws protect corporate executives from personal liability. So therefore I see NO evidence that such protects depersonalized trustees from liability.

3. And can shareholders contest a decision to declare bankruptcy?

On another subject...

As I watch the New York State Gubernatorial election, I have a few questions.

I would like to know more about candidate Golisano's corporation.

I would like to know more about the internal affairs of Governor Pataki's administration.

We demanded a financial audit. Although for the past few years I experienced an adjustment to my school taxes because I have no children. This year it was almost $1,000. I wonder where that money came from.

I would like the results of the audit of the Federal Government's Department of Housing and Urban Development from the time that candidate Andrew Cuomo (son of former New York State governor Mario Cuomo) was its secretary during the Clinton Administration.

We demanded a financial audit. Although I am certain all of the money was appropriately distributed within the United States.

Monday August 05, 2002

I have stopped the Valtrex, Padma and B-6. I am only experimenting with herbs with the aspiration of expediting the reversal process of the abdominal distention.

On another subject...

Please do not be dismayed about the downturn of the stock market. Remember our ancestors of ten million years ago. They experienced the ecological depletion of the African continent and became innovators of sophisticated tools and teamwork. If we all remember our aquatic ape heritage, the day will soon come that we select our stock purchases based on the social adaptivity of the corporation--and that such concept will be interchangeable with profitability.

On another subject...

At my place of work school season has begun. Teachers have given parents lists of school supplies to buy.

On one list a two-inch/red-binder is assigned. The parent was worried that her only selection might be too orange.

On another list a specific brand of magic markers is assigned. The parent returned the other brand she bought in error.

On another this specific brand is also assigned. And this must be purchased in the styles of fine, extra fine, and ultra fine. Our inventory was deficient. The parent will shop around.

Another list demanded child-size scissors in the color of yellow. We did not have this color. But our specialist assured the parent that all colors are the same product.

On another it is demanded that the parent purchase a soft-cover/black-binder. This parent settled for her only selection of very dark blue.

Another demand is for vinyl dual-pocket folders. We sold out of the inexpensive ones.

Another teacher demanded 48 pencils, no less.

We have in inventory plenty of black, hard-cover binders. Because teachers have assigned other colors. They like one color for each subject, and explain which color applies to which subject (e.g., red for science, etc.).

On another list a teacher demanded 3" x 5" index cards connected by a binder ring. It was very surprising that we had no such thing. I had one very confused parent before me when another formerly such confused parent walked by. The cured parent found a store in another town in which the owner telephoned the teacher and asked what exactly was necessary, and then manufactured and marketed these himself.

One parent joked that we will graduate sophisticated shoppers.

I also have parents explaining what is left-over from last year.

Another parent joked she will wrap the leftovers and give these to the teachers as the end-of-the-year gifts.

Gifts?

I saw at Lord & Taylor parents purchasing gift cards for teachers as June gifts. But until this moment I did not understand that as mandatory.

If your child is in the fifth grade or above, you must anticipate spending $70 on school supplies. For younger children it is $25. These figures do not include what we do not stock, such as small paper cups. And I do not know what the gift values must be.

And if your child is 13 or over, you must buy a calculator. It is likely you will be assigned the Texas Instruments TI-83. It is over $100, very sophisticated, and so complex that our computer has a built-in prompt to offer an extended warrantee for a fee. We offer such warrantees on everything electronic--but not everything has a built-in prompt.

When I first began at this store in February, I had my first such calculator-customer. We had to wait for an associate to acquire this from the stock room. I conversed with the father and son. I asked the child what grade he was in. He said the ninth. I asked what he was studying. The son could not answer. The father kept looking at his son waiting for him to answer me. The father finally found something to say by mentioning he was an honors student. (I never held that against the father. If I had ever been such a student, my mother would have mentioned that at the time the calculator-request was made, if she had already recovered from loosing her voice after screaming at the teacher.) I finally suggested sines and cosines and the child agreed that was correct.

I never asked which school. I could not. The parent was insulted enough.

There was only one time in my grade school career for which I had to have a calculator. It was when I took a college level physics course in high school. We had no time for the long multiplication and division and everything else. And even if we did, we could not have been in that class if we did not have a command of these issues.

I remember when I was a small child my father bought for my brother a $100 calculator which added, subtracted, multiplied and divided. He brought it home and my mother immediately took it away from him.

I would like immediate Federal legislation banning all calculators from grade school level courses. And I would like an immediate Federal study analyzing the link between test scores and expense of lists.

Our store is now beginning to experience inventory-depletion of the list-specified items. Teachers have two options. They can either revise the lists,

Or remember our ancestors of ten million years ago.

Thursday August 08, 2002

An explanation has surfaced as to why William did not visit me at the hospital.

He ran out of money.

It is no exaggeration. The end of the al-Qaeda jewelry business has destroyed their budget.

I was told I must marry for financial dependency. Therefore, he is not available to be loved.

On another subject...

I paid my new doctor $150 for a first visit, and $345 went to the clinic for the abdominal sonogram. I said I had no insurance. It would only yield a discount and what I paid would be applied to the $5,000 deductible.

And the company informs the New York Hitlers of everything.

But one of my neighbors was in the waiting room. And she told them.

The sonogram report included everything except the central artery.

And I saw the technician's face when she photographed it.

I am demanding an immediate return of the money.

Wednesday August 14, 2002

It is apparent that there is a non-cholesterol chemical clotting the central artery.

I have arranged for the overnight delivery of an herbal combination which I suspect may be the cure for the arterial damage from the diseases. Her Majesty, Queen Septic, has stopped the delivery until I agree to curtsy to her. In the past I have insisted I would not curtsy because that is what the war in 1776 was all about, and because I was furious at them because, in 1997, they insisted William's real interest in me was the preservation of their jobs.

The package went via the United States Postal Service. I will never use their Express Mail service again.

In 1998 I had a similar problem with a non-overnight parcel delivered by United Parcel Service. It was for lace for the 24 foot train of the wedding dress. This was just before the Easter wedding between me and The X-Syndrome. He insisted work on the dress must be stopped so I could not make the excuse it was not finished. At the time I spoke to a very competent supervisor who remedied the problem immediately. They were non-corruptible, and it was expensive lace they did not loose. I am grateful.

Queen Septic must be more certain than I am that this herbal combination is my final frontier. I can only guess how this is possible.

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was 1999. The toxins were in Vivian's body. Vivian concealed the symptoms of weakness and asthma so extreme that she slept with her over-the-counter inhaler in her hand. She discussed her severe diarrhea problem with her manager Filomena. Not that she had to, but she decided to explain why she disappeared from the sales floor for 20 minutes each day. She went to work at Lord & Taylor each day, then collapsed into bed in the evening.

But she was still alive. Why?

They needed a research specimen.

At Heathrow Airport in London, the British Customs Official reluctantly cared for the baby she carried at the time she helped poison Vivian. At this time, Vivian transmitted the letter to Heathrow insisting the Port doctor, Riaz Hussein, was not a doctor.

The official pretended the child was sick and as a heroic act, attempted every remedy including taking the child to her favorite doctor, Riaz Hussein. He issued a prescription.

The child died very quickly, providing little scientific information.

Vivian was blamed for the death because she did not tell Heathrow earlier.

In early 2001, Hussein was sent to Vivian's pharmacy. Vivian became sicker, but did not die. They needed another specimen. Not a baby.

A pharmacy technician pretended one of her children was sick and as a heroic act, attempted every remedy including taking the child to her favorite pharmacist, Riaz Hussein. He suggested a pha