2003

Thursday January 02, 2003

Today I filed in New York State Small Claims Court an action demanding of Northern Westchester Hospital Center to return the $1,300 I paid for the services performed in January of 2002. My Nature of Action is that no professional services were rendered. I cited the events in the emergency room only. If they also want to discuss post-admission care (even though the hospital did not charge for this because I was discharged the next day), I will discuss the mysterious injection for which there was no prescription, as well as the fact that Dr. Foeppel left prescriptions for diarrhea and nausea which were never filled nor administered, and the fact that I fell unconscious for three hours without anyone noticing.

I also mentioned the fact that despite Dr. Salerno's diagnosis (i.e., "psychiatric disorder"), I was not admitted into the psychiatric ward of the hospital.

In the courtroom I will mention how she yelled at me when I kicked at the time the IV was inserted into me: "DON'T YOU DARE KICK ME! HOW OLD ARE YOU? THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OLD?! DON'T YOU DARE KICK ME!"

Not the mode of behavior one might expect from a psychiatrist.

When I speak to my opposing council I will demand complete documentation of her medical credentials, including her degree from the University of South Carolina, which still hasn't explained what happened to their graduate.

And as for Georgie-Pooh, I would very strongly recommend of the Republican Party to acknowledge the fact that his re-election campaign does not look promising. They should find another candidate.

And of course that isn't Georgie's fault. Despite my "psychiatric disorder", I am responsible for everybody.

He's my oldest baby. Step-aside Barbara.

Monday January 06, 2003

I have decided that President George Bush is the greatest world leader to have ever existed. I will be voting for him in the next election and would like to ask all Democratic candidates to withdraw their pursuits.

And I would like to revise the facts presented herein about Monica Christiensen (of Lord & Taylor). She did not speak English only in cliches. She spoke an Oxford level English and her family is not from a Yiddish speaking Austrian community, but rather from southern Germany.

Tuesday January 07, 2003

This is my economic stimulus package:

Instead of paying OPEC in the form of cash, we could trade oil and gas for goods and services made in the United States. This would include William's meals and would divert the money away from terrorism and palatial self-aggrandizement. (This idea occurred to me as I was working at my Sauder desk this morning.)

Returning to the subject of the children and teenagers...

January's Supplemental Assignment

Target country: Tunisia

Target concept: Mediterranean climate

Target word: suffrage

I want the children to investigate the reason why I selected these. If they choose to incorporate this information in their letters, its purpose will likely be conversational.

Diary of a Septic Tank

Vivian was at home. Her husband William was at a political meeting. She and her mother-in-law sat on a couch. Vivian was sewing while watching over her baby. The mother was doing nothing. Then Vivian's four year old approached her.

Child: "Mommy, why is Daddy a begger?"

Friday January 10, 2003

Korea's president is talking to the former United States Ambassador to the United Nations, Bill Richardson.

To the best of my knowledge, this was unplanned. Henceforth, credit goes to the children and teenagers. Unfortunately, President Bush is not acknowledging this.

Don't say That's okay. It isn't. By saying this you are validating the cultural condition which titled me anti-social because I refused to allow someone else to sign their name to my copyrights.

But we will have to take the next step anyway.

I need the children and teenagers to write to North Korea's president and ask nicely, yet assertively, for peace. The fastest postal route is via their Embassies or Mission. Their research on Korean culture should enable them to talk with a respectable level of sophistication.

On another subject...

There is something I have not told you. I knew this before I opened this website but withheld the information because I did not want to drag an innocent person through the mud. Even if he is the son of Adolph Schicklegruber Hitler, that does not mean he is guilty of anything. And I am assuming he has led a very tragic life.

I am coming forward with this today because two customers helped me with the research. I am withholding their names.

Near my home (a twenty minute drive) lives a man named Adolf Schick. He is in his 70's and has lived there since before I was poisoned.

He has a mild accent which no one can identify. This suggests to me it must be Yiddish.

He lives with his 100 year old mother who has a very intense accent.

And these customers made me realize he lives near the offices of IBM.

If one drives twenty minutes more, one will find the government office my mother worked in. And when she blew the whistle, she talked about the set-up of the recently established IBM computers. According to her, these were designed to leak buckets of cash. This IBM office was built at approximately the same time my mother's office became computerized.

My mother's manager, Cuban born Margaret Herrera (married name Joblanaski--exact spelling unknown), was obsessed with her computer, insisting she wanted a private terminal in her office. My mother's supervisor, Jerome Kalmar, was not obsessed.

I have tried to explain this to Georgie-Pooh.

January's Animal

Zoological classification; Ursine

concept; environmental impact

word; ecology

Part II, January 10, 2003

I would like to address a few other issues in addition to that which I discussed this morning.

I recently saw on Dateline NBC a story about California insurance companies and the earthquake damage of several years ago which remains unpaid for. A government employee whistleblower released information to the legislature which jeopardized her job, license to practice law, and led to her arrest. The released information was the confidential agreement between insurance companies and the state government which was deemed by her as "egregious". I would like to add the word rapacious.

I do not understand the legal condition which enabled confidentiality in any agreement formulated between the government and any company, especially if these are publicly owned companies cared for by trustees. It is my understanding that no such information can be withheld from the public. Henceforth, her action of releasing the information was her fiduciary responsibility. It was not she who should have been arrested. The Bar Association should discipline anyone who would not do what she did, unless I am misunderstanding the law.

And if the documentary was correct in characterizing all those who committed their signatures to the agreement as acting fraudulently and unconscionably, then attorneys representing the financial victims should petition for its nullification.

On another subject...

I saw my hairdresser today. She complained of split-ends everywhere.

A few days ago I asked my manager to cut-back my hours from 40 to 32.

My period was two days late, which means that trouble is coming.

On a related subject...

I would like someone to explain why the natural antibiotic I used last Winter, St. John's Wort, is named after John the Baptist. However, this could not have been what they were fishing for as it is not an aquatic botanical.

I have also been reading the books of Luke and Mark. It is explained that Jesus touched those afflicted by leprocy thereby healing them.

But in neither of these books, as well as the book of Matthew, is the word miracle ever used. Our Christian culture ascribed this term, perhaps erroneously. But it is difficult to correctly understand anything when most of chapter 4 of the book of Matthew is missing, as well as the corresponding chapters in Luke and Mark.

If you will recall, on July 22nd I yearned for a Padma28 cream because my digestive system was too disabled to process the pills. So therefore I bathed in it. Placing it in the tea kettle and inhaling it also helped.

Has the ancient Tibetan recipe been in any way modified from its original form? Or was there more than one original form?

Monday January 13, 2003

An acknowledgement is long overdue.

As I explained, I had to print 1,000 covers of my book for private publication. I only printed 140 books. My printer, Foley Graphics, generously stored the 860 covers for no charge for these past seven years.

The company I work with for this website is Graphics owned by Ralph Kraus--a different company. I would have returned to Foley, but I was too weak to drive down there, especially since it is in the opposite direction of The Vitamin Shoppe. And Staples is up the street from Ralph's store. I am currently writing this on my half-hour lunch, as I often do. It is not an inconvenience since it is very rare that I am hungry for lunch.

I have felt very guilt about abandoning Foley for this project, but decided it was an impossible arrangement. Aside from the fact I had no idea when I initiated it that it would be this big, and that I would make so many more than the original entries. And if I do leave Ralph's store, it will be for a private computer. But I am still waiting for something made in the USA of Sauder quality.

On another subject...

I am reentering my book on eBay. I predict that if they interfere again, they will have a very angry Deity on their hands, although I admit I have no personal knowledge of this as I did before September 11th, 2001. Georgie-Pooh was warned about interfering with this website. He ignored it.

On another subject...

I would like to satisfy everyone's curiosity and explain that I do NOT intend to make Iraq February's country. This is because I believe that my no-cash/plug-leaks policy should be adequate to resolve this madness. Although I would appreciate if the children and teenagers would follow-up on this policy, as I suspect they already have. But nonetheless, I have a different issue to target.

January's Stone-Age Culture

Society; !Kung

Location; ?

Issue; Resource Depletion

Question; Do male hunters always have authority over female non-hunters?

Do NOT not use material written by non-eye witnesses. They often heroically correct the eye witness, achieve acclaim in their field as superior researchers, and if one looks carefully at their own words--they don't believe what they are saying.

Wednesday January 15, 2003

I am tired of wondering what kind of jerk William would be if I talked to him face-to-face. I want the media to perform such an interview. I want to also see his artwork of which he is so proud.

My prospective husband would have been a complete idiot face-to-face, I realized later.

The Donald could barely speak English. He carefully hid this from me.

What these men are doing by sending subliminal messages is assigning spokespeople to communicate for them because they cannot speak. Then they demand of me to beg them for money because it is their only claim to being men.

William, for a reason I do not understand, did not check to see if my pupils were dilating despite his claim to swimming expertise.

And is probably jealous of my book because his level of English is on the fourth grade.

Friday January 17, 2003

I have reentered my book on eBay. The account is still frozen.

The New York Times has tried for years to help me find a husband. And each technique of help they imposed was eventually realized by them to be counter-productive.

Do they remember Charlie at the courthouse? In the end, they resented him more than I.

What about the attorney I saw out of the corner of my eye who tracked me down, and then demanded of me to engage in ridiculous begging for a job as a receptionist in his office?

William, like Donald and David (my prospective husband), insisted that I must prove that I am not after their money, while simultaneously insisting that I pursue for money.

There is one thing which The Times has not tried--depriving the male of all his demands.

I know from experience it works.

And I also know that while these men may have led The Times to believe they love me, they could not because there is no respect for me. Respect is the first priority in any relationship.

I would like to remind The Times of the concept of battered wives syndrome. Among its many characteristics is the females' pursuit for a non-abusive relationship. If the male beats her up because the house was inadequately vacuumed, she believes that vacuuming is the answer. If he beats her up because his dinner was not ready on time, she improves her scheduling skills.

The reality is that the success of such marriages is best accomplished through law enforcement techniques. That is, he must learn to respect her.

Please do an experiment. Let the book loose for one hour. Then you will see how quickly William calls. And if William does not call, I will never insult you again.

On the subject of my health...

The vaginal yeast infection was an erroneous diagnosis. I am NOT blaming the doctor. It was a professional mistake. He could not have speculated on the possible form of a new form of gas from Afghanistan.

I tried to see this doctor again but could not acquire an emergency appointment. I had such an appointment with the third gynecologist involved with this. And I believe William knows the nature of the bacteria.

I declared it an emergency because I felt a very slight weakness in my legs, such as that which I experienced in severe form before the January and July visits to the hospital.

I was placed on the birth control pill to raise my estrogen level. My traumas ten days after my period were caused by an inability to ovulate. And my recent night sweats were caused by this also.

William is worried that I will gain weight while on this medication.

I am also on the generic form of Flagyl.

It is an irony of my history with this disease. This was the first antibiotic I experimented with in January of 2001. I don't remember what theory I was experimenting with. But I do remember this was at the time I was calling across the country desperate for information. A Texan doctor explained to me that I should have my doctor write out this prescription because it won't hurt me. It didn't work. However this time I am combining it with the Padma28.

Over the past week I have experienced the return of lower back pains, and slight neck and back paralyses. This has just reversed and my appetite is rebounding. I was almost crying as I ate lunch today.

Monday February 03, 2003

February's Targets

Country; China

concepts; political alliances with Iraq and Korea

word; diplomacy

Supplemental country; Saudi Arabia

                         concept; OPEC

                         words; acronym

                                      purdah

                                      coverture

Stone-Age cultures; Bedouin

location; choose from selection

concept; animal husbandry

words; nomad

            acculturation

Animal taxonomic classification

Order, primates

       Superfamily, Hominoidea

       Family, Hominidae

       subfamily, Homininae

concept; study of supply and demand

word; economics

Research equipment (for current and future use);

works by Elizabeth Warnock Fernea

Statistical question; What is the ratio of male to female trading partners (e.g., Arab Sheiks, etc.) of your adopted company?

Original February Targets

This is the material I selected before I realized there are children of soldiers who need to contribute to the safe return of their parents.

Country; Ivory Coast

concepts; child slave labor

                   negative reciprocity

                   international law

Papio hamadryas

Order, primates

Superfamily, Cercopithecoidea

                 family, ?

           subfamily, ?

concept; dominance hierarchy

words; genus

             species

Supplemental animal; Mandrillus sphinx

Paleolithic culture; Netsilik Eskimo

question; Do they have social stratification?

word; culture

Neolithic culture; Papuans

location; ?

question; What is a Big Man?

word; anthropology

Research equipment; any thorough anthropological dictionary.

Statistical question; How much is spent on labor by your adopted company?

Wednesday February 05, 2003

Dear Mr. Sadaam Hussein;

Is it true that on September 11th, 2001 a fifth plane was arranged to strike New York City, but consequential of the Federal Aviation Administration's valiant efforts to ground all flights, it was never airborne?

And is it true that the purpose of striking each of the World Trade Towers just prior to this intended final incident, was NOT to bite the corporate hand which feeds you and your allies, but rather to eliminate the glare caused by the glass of these buildings?

And is it true that the final target was the United Nations building, NOT because you were biting the hands of your political allies who pretend to be our friends (i.e., United Kingdom, France, Russia, China, etc.), but rather because of what was on the agenda for 10 am that morning--the September 09th murder of Ahmed Shah Masood, a man with whom all said countries were united with in our unanimous efforts to overthrow the Taliban? (Not even Queen Septic likes the Taliban.)

And is it also true that only you, Osama ben Laden, and the hijackers knew of this?

Wednesday February 12, 2003

Additional February Targets

Extant society; Kwakiutl

Cultural issues; shamanism

Archeological suborder; Plesiadapiformes

Questions; Did primates and dinosaurs coexist?

What does paleo- mean?

What is onto-?

What is -logy?

Research equipment (for current and future use); any thorough work on animal nomenclature.

On another subject...

This is my health care reform proposal.

But before I go any further, I would like to explain my health insurance policy.

With Mutual of Omaha, I have two policies. One covers injuries and has a $25 deductible and time limit of six months after the event. The other is for non-injuries. It has a $5,000 deductible. I pay approximately $2,500-per-year for both. I used to have prescription coverage. However, it did not involve co-payments. Rather, it was a negotiated discount with companies such as CVS pharmacy. A few years ago, the company reduced my annual premium by approximately $1,000-per-year, while eliminating prescription coverage, and the cost of office visits. I can't speak for the company, but my guess is that processing every small claim item is very expensive. As I explained on September 18, 2002 regarding my mother's Estate, the more you itemize your accounting system, the more expensive it becomes. Mutual of Omaha had converted this into a simple catastrophe insurance plan. I liked the idea. But even when I first saw the policy ten years ago, I liked the idea of the small premium coupled by a large deductible. I reasoned that because I attempt to use herbs and vitamins for as many issues as possible, this was appropriate for me. And after a four-and-a-half year illness (which may be over as I have begun to loose weight), I spent a total of 24 hours in a hospital bed.

This is what would have minimized my out-of-pocket expenses:

An immediate and accurate diagnosis. Under this circumstance, the free samples my doctor gave me of Valtrex would have offset most of my pharmaceutical/anti-infectious expenses.

But we still do not have diagnostic equipment which analyzes the neurons.

And we still do not have a medical community which understands the fact that most undiagnosable conditions involve a physical dysfunction of the nervous system. I was fortunate in that my doctor believed me because he could see in my face that something was wrong. But how many doctors have his medical insightfulness?

An insurance company which is ahead of its time in that it has a clause for victims of biochemical attacks.

And such clause should acknowledge such as injurious.

And extend the time limit from six months to five years in acknowledgement of the fact that recognizing one's condition of victimization can take at least six months as the ailment is slow to develop and requires much in-depth analysis of the actions of individuals we encountered who seemed unsuspicious. And, of course, diagnosis and treatment may take a few years within our current medical system.

A government which would have given me the paperwork to substantiate that a biochemical attack occurred.

The Bush Administration still has not acknowledged this fact.

When politicians address the issue of health care reform, they often discuss diabetics. This is how I would like to discuss the issue:

I would like researchers to test the livers and pituitary glands of all such victims. Insulin is a hormone, and these organs dominate its production and post-production inactivation.

If such imbalances exist, I would like researchers to experiment with the herbal remedies which worked for me.

Another issue which dominates health care reform is arthritis. When I worked in the vitamin store many people walked in our door desperate for solutions. We had a huge selection which frustrated customers. There are many biochemical causes.

I would like a test to establish a biochemical profile of this condition in each afflicted individual.

When I worked at the pharmacy, it was, of course, demanded of me to formulate a national resolution for our prescription crisis. I know I am not going to make many friends for saying this, but the more pharmaceutical coverage people had, the more drugs they typically bought. I couldn't convince myself that these people needed a pill for everything (i.e., eat, sleep, etc.). And then after they picked up their collection, they went behind the wheel of their car and drove home. This was no good to anyone.

But if we are going to formulate a national prescription program, then it must include vitamins and herbs which are established as necessary through biochemical testing.

Diary of a Septic Tank

It was early November of 1998. Vivian began to work at Lord & Taylor.

She was still alive.

In early December, Monica Christiensen began to work at this same store. She participated in an abbreviated version of the executive training program. She was the only such participant.

On December 21st, Monica was finally placed on Lord & Taylor payroll.

On this same day, Filomena, Vivian's Area Sales Manager of Casual Sportswear (whom she once almost addressed as Mom), took the only sick day Vivian ever witnessed her to take. And a few days later, Vivian experienced the same symptoms.

Toward the end of December, Vivian was standing next to Filomena's desk in Filomena's stock room. She was reaching for her asthma inhaler in her bag as Filomena was complaining that she could not shed her flu-like symptoms. They were the only two people afflicted.

In January of 1999, Monica assumed the role as manager of the Children's Department. Sales then sharply declined.

One of Monica's associates was Maryanna. She used to work in Vivian's department of Casual Sportswear. She was always on the phone with her husband, and never entered the fitting room. When she cleaned the floor she walked over to a mannequin, unknotted a sweater positioned on the shoulders, moved the sleeves back and forth and then re-knotted it. But she took every register sale possible. They did not work on commission but statistics were important. Vivian made it her goal to sell at least $1,000-per-day, and/or 1% of store sales.

It was the fall of 1999. Vivian was battling her alleged cancer condition, pneumonia, and partial collapse of her upper right lung. Filomena gave her permission to lock her vitamins in her desk as Vivian was taking 300 pills-per-day. And once, as she noticed Vivian taking these, this manager shook her finger at her and disciplined, "Take your vitamins." And when Vivian was finished laughing she did.

It was November 23, 1999, Dr. Amy Salerno was given her New York State License to practice as a physician, Filomena was promoted and transferred (effective within a few days), and Monica became Vivian's manager.

Diana was transferred as a sales associate a few days before. She was always on the phone, took two hour lunches (only one hour on the clock), occasionally entered a fitting room, and arranged for the visits of friends unassociated with Lord & Taylor in the stock room where they discussed the last time they had sex with their boyfriends.

Vivian had long talks with her best friend at Lord & Taylor, Catherine. Diana used to work in her department. She also endlessly complained, especially about the fact that she only did $600-per-day. This should have led to automatic termination. The company called it productivity. It produced an analysis every week.

It was so bad Vivian and her co-worker Helen, kept a diary. They complained, and complained, and complained, and complained to Kathy, Dina, Chris, Deborah, Monica and everyone else who would listen. No help arrived.

Finally one day Vivian had a fitting room which was rapidly filling-up with discarded clothes, a few customers, and a telephone which was ringing. Who was on the phone? One of Diana's friends, of course.

"Hello...hello...hello..," Vivian said. Then she hung-up the phone.

Diana, who never noticed anything across the room, noticed this: "Did you just hang-up the phone on one of my friends. THAT'S SO RUDE!!!"

Vivian did not know what happened next. Maybe security noticed it? Or maybe Diana complained to Monica, who did not speak enough English to respond? Perhaps she turned this over to Dina? Maybe this was too much even for her? The personal phone calls then stopped, as did the two hour lunches.

In April of 2000 Vivian was suspended with pay. During this week, she was summoned for a meeting with Kathy McTigue--general manager, and Deborah Walker Hauptman--human resources manager. Kathy told her to stop telling Lord & Taylor associates that Monica poisoned her inhaler.

But Vivian NEVER made any such allegation.

And Kathy did not threaten with a slander suit, nor invoke the involvement of the legal department. This was surprising. It was a meeting in which Vivian was accused of everything, including her inability to explain to new associates that clothes on the floor must be picked-up.

It was September of 2000, a few months after Vivian left Lord & Taylor. Vivian visited a few of her co-workers as they were stock-clerking. Of course, there were no customers around. It was evening of a weekday in a devalued department. Vivian starred at Monica's skin tone wishing she had a color photo of Hitler.

Monica; "Are you going to stay here?"

Vivian said she was.

Monica; "And scare away my customers."

Vivian; "Probably."

Monica called security and explained that she was sitting on a table and had to leave. Vivian was actually leaning on it. It was not Monica's intention to lie, but rather, she did not speak enough English to use correct language. Nonetheless, security came and asked her to leave.

In 2001, Vivian had several conversations with the afore-mentioned higher managers. She was asking to visit her friends. She was told to sit in the restaurant for several hours and receive each one of them. They did not want the unprofessional behavior of scaring away the customers. Vivian reminded one such manager that they tolerated associates who spent endless hours on the phone while their departments experienced the highest amount of customer theft. (Both Diana and Maryanna worked in Jones Sport--the heaviest victimized of our departments. The specialist was a hard-worker named Lorraine who spent much time in the stock room, and helping Vivian become a specialist.) So Vivian was given permission to briefly visit each person. She asked for this in writing but was refused.

What Vivian never discussed was the fact that sometimes managers bring their children to work. Kathy McTigue was witnessed bringing her daughter, but never her son. Why?

Two years later, one of Vivian's gynecologists drew a bacterial sample and turned this over to researchers. The third infection was finally isolated. The possible cure was the generic form of Flagyl coupled with Padma28.

Vivian soon witnessed advocacy of Monica's anti-visitation policy.

And after she published on her website the information about September 11th and the United Nations as the ultimate target, her employer Staples, informed her, "We are with you." She then received a $10 bill as an award for her good score on the Mystery Shop.

And in March of 2003, Vivian received the following letter from an attorney.

I represent the defendant in the small claims court action. As per the tutelage of WNBC's Judge Judy, I am invoking the Clean Hands defense.

The plaintiff does not have clean hands in that she was illegally photographed in the nude by spy satellites while she was in her home. The intention of such photography was invasion of privacy, and compromise of national security at this time of heightened alert and awareness. All involved Bush Administration officials are prepared to publicly acknowledge this, and testify under-oath. All such photographs will be published on a website we will establish with the intention of blackmail, exposure of our illegal activity, and discrediting her before the children she attempts to help educate.

The plaintiff must acknowledge her psychiatric disorder.

Friday February 14, 2003

CORRECTION: Filomena took two sick days on December 19th and 20th, 1998--both weekend days before Christmas.

Diary of a Septic Tank

On December 21, 1998, Lord & Taylor was delighted Monica was going to stay. They decided to entertain her ego.

The Selling Star for January of 1999 was American Woman (the department Vivian's close friend worked in which was NEVER managed by Monica). They decided to issue an award--the first (and last) of its kind in the store's history. They photographed the staff of each of these departments, exhibited these in front of the lounge beneath a big sign, January's Selling Stars. These remained unsupplanted in this place for a few months, then was replaced by a different exhibit.

Monday March 24, 2003

Eric K. was here. Business card available upon completion of production.

Tuesday March 25, 2003

Take Two (i.e. back again)

We are attempting to repair the damage.

Wednesday March 26, 2003

This is what happened.

Back in February of this year, I began to discuss with fellow associates the prospect of buying a computer. I began long discussions with one, Eric K., and explained that I will bargain hunt.

Georgie-Pooh and friends began to set a trap for me.

They did not know there was a bigger trap awaiting them.

They set their attack date for March 19th.

I said the United States has a right to defend itself against Iraq.

I didn't say don't get a weather report before you go.

But the symbolism of the simultaneous attack date for both targets was too important to them.

In response to my request for an inexpensive computer, Compaq prepared a presario package which included the CPU, keyboard and mouse for $369 after the $100 rebate. Additionally, MSN offered the opportunity to sign-up for a two year contract within any Staples store, and in return the customer would receive a print-out for a $200 coupon for any CPU and monitor purchase. Staples added to that a $150 rebate for any CPU and monitor.

But I had already resolved that while I would send away for all rebates, I would not base any decisions on any rebate. My primary reasoning was that once the customer cuts-out the bar code from the box to request such redemption, the product can no longer be returned. My secondary reasoning was because of the time I sent away for a $4 rebate, and forgot to cut-out the bar code.

Then for two days, during the Presidents' Day sale, Staples converted this offer into an instant savings of $150.

The fact that I was purchasing this on a date in which tribute was made to President Abraham Lincoln should have told Georgie and friends something. It didn't.

As I prepared for my purchase date, I asked Eric of the electronics department how much he would charge to assemble it for me. He indicated nothing because we are friends. I insisted he is not coming free-of-charge and I would pay him $50 expecting this would take two hours.

I arrived a half-hour early on the purchase date to do my shopping. I announced to everybody that today is the day my household enters the 21st century. Except for one touch tone telephone, my home is frozen on 1966.

But by the time we opened the store, I still wasn't finished. Chrissie, one of the managers, assumed my register and let me finish. Eric became involved as I needed a monitor.

The cheapest was 17 inch and by Compaq. It was on clearance for $99.50. He went into the backroom and then said we had none. In reality, he was not allowed near that section because the Compaq package I was purchasing was also in stock there. But I had already placed my internet order. Everyone was told not to tell me we had stock of this because a specially prepared computer was awaiting me.

The next cheapest monitor was my favorite; 19 inches with a very clear picture. It was not by Compaq. It was $119.

I had no plans to purchase a scanner. But a few days later, a customer walked-up to me and asked if it was true that a certain scanner is $64 before a $60 rebate. I confirmed it was. I couldn't resist. I broke my rule about not basing any decisions on rebates. A few days later Michelle explained to me that the company finally corrected its mistake.

Everyone at work assured me that I didn't need to hire Eric. They said everything was color-coded and I could do it myself. I insisted I know nothing about computers and would not even open the boxes.

By the time Eric was finished two weeks later he was at the computer for over 12 hours. I infer this had nothing to do with the awaiting sabotage as such pre-set date was the 19th of March.

The first problem was that taking this website from the store's over-complex system, into my any-idiot-can-do-it system was not easy.

The second was that we could not get on-line.

Eric finally looked at my coupon paperwork and realized that a special disc was required. He didn't know this. Michelle, the sales manager, didn't know this. And I, as cashier, did not know. Several customers went home without their discs. I wonder what they did. They call us screaming over every trivial issue, but never about this. And why was this never considered an important customer service issue?

And there were a few other household problems which inhibited Eric, such as the positioning of the computer in relation to the telephone.

As all of this was going on, I telephoned the mortgage company once about the refinancing, and complained once on this website about the slow process. Finally, one week before March 19th, I became assertive. And on March 19th, we did the closing. Georgie and friends still did not understand what was happening.

His first Navel carrier scheduled to act was, of course, the Abraham Lincoln.

The sand storm season began before March 19th. The storms should have reminded Georgie and friends of September 11th, 2001.

On March 19th, all day long, they all laughed at what awaited me. Then Tom Brokaw of WNBC news told me I had to talk to my children.

I made an entry. I worked on it expanded it until 7:55 pm. Eight pm was Georgie's planned attack time against Iraq. I then sent it. The transmission aborted and deleted half the website material. The last entry date was February 21, 2002. I then made a mistake and copied the content of the web-site onto my computer. And of course, the deletion was copied.

All of the material from February 14, 2003, the date I left the store's computer for my own, is now only preserved with my print-outs. I will soon be scanning these into the website.

On that evening I called my host, Earthlink. As per Georgie-plan, they hung-up the phone.

It was expected I would be screaming and crying.

I went to bed.

In Washington, D.C., the telephones of every law enforcement agency rang off-of-the-hook with reports that I was murdered in my study. (And one of the hints Georgie was given back in January was that my time on this planet was about to expire.)

When the Pooh gave his 10 pm address to the nation, he realized he had made a terrible mistake.

I made my demands. No more website help for him until I receive a job with a six-figure salary. He responded by making the demand that I must help him secure the 75 billion dollars he needs from Congress to continue operation sand storm. He demanded of me to answer the question, "Do you love your country?" I answered, "I love it as much as it loves me."

I would now like to also say that he can either go to his friends in OPEC, or demand reimbursement from the Europeans. They owe us for our act of unknowingly and indirectly financing their socialized medicine. And they owe us for the fact that such redirection of our monies was made in exchange for UN votes.

As I awaited Georgie's surrender, I resumed work on my script. It was now five years since I shelved it, and was no longer confined to their ridiculous demands. I modified the Hollywood characters into my own and submitted the first final draft to the Office of Copyright yesterday.

Georgie still hasn't surrendered. I will leave this now in God's hands.

Eric has been here twice to repair the damage. My connection between the internet and website is fragile, at best. I predict future issues.

And I have one more thing to say to the Europeans and members of the United Kingdom. I resented what I saw on television recently when the United States' national anthem was played in a sports stadium and the crowd jeered. As long as we are breast feeding your socialized medicine, I believe this should be played before every game. Additionally, I would like the front seat of every bus and train decorated with our flag and reserved for United States tourists. Our citizens can give-up their seat to an older person after such person has nicely said Thank you for the money.

On the issue of my health...

I will soon be having my abdominal sonogram. The yeast infection has returned but the pap smear is confirming nothing. I doubt if anything will show on this next test, but have decided it would be irresponsible not to take it. I have found a homeopathic yeast remedy which may be working. I have had much diarrhea, which, I hope, is a discharge. If it works, it will take more than the normal seven days to kill yeast. But as I explained to the gynecologist, nervous system infections require persistence.

On another issue...

I had a customer a few days ago. He was on his cell phone and didn't notice me. He could play the starring role in my script. I memorized his name and picked-up the Pooh-line to the White House when I arrived home. But I do not want to communicate with him through the William way. I want him to return to the store.

Friday March 28, 2003

Dear Queen Elizabeth II;

Is it true that the reason why the surprisingly powerful Iraqi army wears masks in all its videos, is because beneath the garb are British, French and Russian faces? And is it true that the hospitals in Iraq, such as that which allegedly tortured two American POWs, are actually run by such Caucasian physicians?

Sunday March 30, 2003

I need my new sweetheart to understand one thing.

The reason why I didn't care that they photographed me in the nude at home was because it has been my understanding that there was a video camera in my hospital room over one year ago. It is the only way the doctor could have known that I could "hardly walk" and it is the only way William could have known when I was finally asleep. And William has teased me about this. I believed Georgie and Co. knew about this until a few minutes ago. Now I am not so certain.

When I awoke this morning, I went directly to this computer and connected to the internet. I am obviously being watched on satellite. I would close the curtains more often except for the fact that the sun is an important disinfectant. After connecting I began to make this entry. Then I found myself interrupted by Norton Antivirus, and then I was shut-down.

If it was William who interrupted this message, then it is the British government which is controlling our spy satellites.

This may explain everything, including why we are so unprepared for our Iraqi enemy.

Sunday March 30, 2003

April's Targets

Region; not fully defined by anthropologists.

words; clitoridectomy   PARENTAL DISCRETION ADVISED

            clitoridotomy     PARENTAL DISCRETION ADVISED

DO NOT STUDY BEFORE YOU GO TO BED

Region; Europe

concept; Occidental culture

words; ethnography

             ethnology

             ethology

question; What are the various marching styles, and how do these compare to that practiced by masked Iraqi soldiers?

Biographical targets

King James

What was his purpose?

Mohammed the Prophet

What was his attitude toward women?

Archeological cultures

Olmec

Ancient Egyptians

Which culture built pyramids first?

Contemporary cultures

Native Hawaiians

Native Marquesans

Nagas (all)

Are they neo- or paleolithic?

What are their holiday rituals?

Animal; Jaguar

What is this animal's role in South American cultures?

Animal; manatee

Is this a real mermaid?

Supplemental words

extemporaneous

invective

impromptu

masochism

sadism

Supplemental concept

socially adaptive pretext

Legal issue

Questions

What legal actions has your adopted company and its executives been a party to?

Were trials held?

Were these bifurcated?

Concepts

civil versus criminal actions

circumstantial versus strict evidence

Words

jurisprudence

preponderance

tort

Supplemental question

Is a fingerprint circumstantial or strict evidence?

Scenario

Your fingerprints were found on the trigger of the gun. Was that the trigger, and did you pull that trigger?

Research equipment

Find a legal library and explore it (such as in your state courthouse).

Find a thorough representation of the Koran.

Political issues

What candidates will your adopted company sponsor in 2003?

How much money will be spent?

Monday March 31, 2003

As the court date is approaching, I would like to discuss a few more issues.

Judge Judy was my enemy. And in her efforts to help me understand that her concerns were legitimate, she relayed to me the information that her son lives a short distance from me. I answered, How would you like it if your son was driving down the local highway, had an accident, and ended-up in Amy Salerno's care? Judge Judy changed her attitude and informed me that I should also sue for the money I spent on AIDS and venereal disease tests after I realized what happened.

The final trump card I have on the hospital is the fact that I find Dr. Salerno's status as a psychiatrist questionable. I had two more ambulance rides in the year 2002. In the year 2003, as I felt the fourth coming, I realized this always takes place in the middle of the month. I had all the symptoms of an estrogen deficiency. Dr. Salerno did ask me when was my last period. I answered two weeks ago. Any psychiatrist would immediately have understood what was happening.

And the University of South Carolina never returned my phone calls when I requested verification.

And as the court date is approaching, I have had a frequent trespasser. I believe it is William. Georgie-Pooh did not mind. I was called crazy for failing to understand that my biological clock is ticking. It was explained to me that I should leave the doors unlocked, and await him naked in my bed. I expressed my resentment that I had to pick-up after him and his bodyguard. I was called exceptionally crazy because I should be happy I have someone to pick-up after. The Pooh-position changed when I raised the question that British soldiers may be in Iraq fighting on Iraq's side. Then I picked-up the Pooh-line to the White House and asked that he finally agree with me that this not be allowed to continue.

But all of William's information is not being transmitted on WNBC. I recently realized that he was thrown-out after Christmas. He hid this fact carefully by sending his emotionally tormenting messages just before the news shows.

And I am still waiting to see my new sweetheart again.

Tuesday April 01, 2003

After my entry last night, a letter was transmitted to me from the courthouse explaining that the court date is postponed by approximately one month.

Approximately one week ago, I telephoned the courthouse to confirm the date of April 16th. I did this because when I arrived for the last court date of my last action, September 12, 1997, I learned that the case was remanded from the Federal into the State Supreme court. My opposing council must have known about this because I showed-up and he didn't.

I telephoned small claims court again this morning, before I received my mail. I learned of the postponement. It was explained to me that the original date was the eve of Passover and no one was willing to assume the bench.

I don't know what is going on. I suspect that everyone wants me to file a supplemental motion demanding a refund of the money I spent on VD and AIDS tests. I can't formulate an intelligent argument which is based on the following facts:

I have since had dreams about a naked body on top of mine with an unshaven face snuggling against mine. And these dreams began a few months after the January hospitalization.

I awoke on the morning of my hospitalization and immediately noticed the peculiar positioning of my hands. I then realized that I was not groggy and had not dreamt anything (because I was unconscious, not asleep).

I believe that United States spy satellites photographed the entire event. (If this is true, then William willfully had himself photographed in the nude, while the photographic material is United States property. Henceforth, he has no legal control over that situation.)

(And I believe that it is the Queen's close association with the Vatican which motivated the latter to telephone the Iraqi government and arrange the release of a few political prisoners.)

Part II-----------Tuesday April 01, 2003

As you know, everyone is invading my privacy by watching me over my shoulder work on this computer. As part of their invasion, they leave subliminal messages for me. Every time I search for a word I find in such field an inserted word or word(s), such as Wednesday November 13, 2002. In this entry is the section of Diary of a Septic Tank in which William shows-up at my door. I suppose this was a subliminal threat. Just a few minutes ago, I found publisher. And in the script I just submitted to the Office of Copyright, one of the main characters is a menacing publisher who hates the Aquatic Ape theory. I only want to say this once, my computer is territory of only one domain.

But as they watch over my shoulder, I hope they understand how much work the copyrighted script involves. And I hope they understand how cruel it was to ask me, in 1996, "If you had to choose between David and the book, which would it be?" They thought the answer was obviously him. And when I answered that if he respects me he must respect the script, they were certain I hated children. And as his debts mounted, he improved his ability to sexually and financially manipulate me, instead of giving me a contract.

My problems with William are slightly different in that my recent expenditure of $15 to redecorate the bathroom was considered an insult because he could have used that money to buy food.

Wednesday April 02, 2003

The good news is that they have assured me that they are not underestimating how dangerous a potential killer William is, and will not allow him to trespass again.

The bad news is that Georgie-Pooh will not allow my new friend to take me to dinner this weekend, despite all the efforts he made to understand how much sleep I will need before going to work the next day. The reason is that Pooh is trying to bargain with me. That is, I must help him negotiate with the Iraqis in exchange for him.

This can only mean that either Georgie expects he will loose the war, or win with heavy casualties.

Thursday April 03, 2003

We are heading for a bloody battle in Baghdad. This morning on WQXR I heard reports on the dismembered condition of the Iraqi military.

And I heard nothing about the European militaries which await us.

This morning I also heard about the recent successes of the stock market.

And about the recent unemployment reports. I could recite the statistics, or reminisce on how my mother came home from her job at the unemployment office complaining of long lines and people crying on her desk that there are no jobs out there.

The contrasting economic news can only mean that our money is being mis-distributed. And that no matter what happens in Iraq, we will be fighting the same battle in the Middle East sometime soon.

And of course, as we learned on the news last night from the freed journalists, the Iraqi government still has prisoners, and tortures them.

And let's not forget about the POW remaining from Papa Georgie-Pooh's war with Iraq.

Now is the time for our anger. But I am certain I do not have the necessary educational background for the situation. I know as much about it as I do about my own computer. We need to find another Eric.

As I stated a few days ago, Little Georgie-Pooh needed my help to secure 75 billion dollars for his war-without-a-weather-report.

I answered that he should approach OPEC for the money.

I suspect he did, and acquired it.

He should now be in a position in which he can make his list of demands. (And while they are kneeling before us, he can acquire the billions required to finance our AIDS crisis. This should reduce my health insurance premiums in-half.)

And we can do something too.

I am afraid that the companies on the stock market which are receiving the most investor attention are the oil and gas companies, as well as IBM and their associates.

I have assigned the children, with their parents' help, to find others. And have made the deadline date for restructuring of the DOW-30 to be September 11, 2003.

This deadline remains.

But the beginning of radical change can and should occur now.

This is where my lack of educational background in finance inhibits our efforts.

I can make one suggestion.

I found on the internet CJSSecurities. They have a list of their own recommendations.

If you are investing, please research everything, and understand that I can't.

I can't lie to you. I will tell you the whole truth. I suspect this is where my new sweetheart is employed.

Friday April 04, 2003

Today I don't have much news. So I will cover features. There are many issues I have intended to talk about, but haven't had the time not just for writing about these, but also for concentrating on them.

The only news I have is the beginning of a confession by the British Monarchy that a biochemical weapon does exist which causes the mongoloid condition. Until they give us more information, we will have to perform our own investigations. My suggestion is that we begin with the case I saw on Dateline NBC a few months ago. One health issue is that the mother did not produce enough milk for the baby. Another investigative springboard is my mother's former boss. According to someone my mother spoke to, this Cuban born woman had a mongoloid child who died in her arms at the age of one week.

And before I go into any of the features, I would like to explain what homeopathic formula I have been using which appears to be working.

It is by King Bio, Natural Medicine, and is called Yeast Freee. It treats, "fatigue, congestion, headaches, indigestion, poor bowel, achy joints, poor memory, sensitive emotions, changing moods, mold sensitivity". It is sprayed into the mouth.

I have had some of these symptoms. The headaches began a few weeks ago. I have never had achy joints, the mood issues or mold sensitivity. And the technique of application suggests to me that it is a central nervous system treatment. I am better, but not cured.

One feature relates to my home photography. Everyone saw my new study rug. It is, of course, made in China. And I recently learned that the Chinese flooded our market with slightly modified versions. My guess is this in anticipation of the rewards of free advertising.

I bought the product for $300 at TJMAXX. It is a discount store which buys from major department stores everything they did not sell. (The current version retails at $200.)

The rug in my bedroom is also new and is made in China. I bought it on clearance from a rug store which was so desperate to get rid of it, they hung it outside at risk of theft. It was $200.

If you want a rug like that in my study, wait to buy and you might find it at a clearinghouse store.

And another feature...

This relates to the college from which I graduated; Lehman College of the City University of New York.

I did not attend for the name, or the fact that my town is the namesake of the street it is located on. I attended because it was the only City University in commutable distance from my home. And when I entered, I had no idea I would graduate majoring in anthropology. I was sure I would not major in the social sciences. My interests were in the natural sciences.

I selected anthropology for one reason.

The department.

At the time I did not understand what was wrong with so many departments. I now know it was phony degrees. The most aggressive I encountered was the English Writing Department.

This should not be confused with the English Literature Department. Those professors pretended not to know anyone from the Writing Department. I took one course in literature. It was a great course. It was so great, that when I met one of my high school instructors at the store I work, I actively discussed it. I received a B grade.

And if Lehman College wants to write a defense against my argument, I would be happy to print it on the website, and apologize for any inaccuracies.

My relationship with the Writing Department is a long story. I discuss some of it in my book. But even at the time I wrote it, I still did not understand what was wrong with them.

I will not have time today to tell you the whole story.

I was 18 years old. I was the business manager of the college's newspaper. It was controlled by students of this writing department. They were all Caucasian. But this department included one African-American instructor. I don't believe racism was an issue, but rather other connections. But I do not know what these connections were. I do know that most, but not all, of its students were from one family.

The newspaper was dying. It had one semester left before the administration would determine that funding was inappropriate. It was turned over to me. Kathy Sampey, who was one of their majors, was my managing editor for a few weeks, then left it to die in my hands.

But I had no trouble staffing it.

The first thing the English writing department did was send me the message that instructor Brodnax was appointed our advisor by the Dean of Students and that she will be attending the next meeting.

While it was true that we had no advisor, I was amazed by this news because I had established a friendship with the Dean of Students and had already invited him to this meeting.

She never showed.

I discussed this with my friend from high school (i.e., the one with the Volvo station wagon). She suggested that she probably came, took one look at the Dean, then ran.

My other arch-rival was Prof. Sicherman.

Kathy's rage amazed me. One of the most memorable moments was when I was walking through campus and we noticed each other in the distant backgrounds. She gave me a very hostile look.

I never saw her attend class. And I never saw her discuss what courses she was taking. I never saw her in the library. She never complained about what courses she was taking, or the in-opportunities to take desired classes. I did eventually notice that all classes which this department were required to offer, were never offered.

I remember often staring at her knapsack wondering to myself, What is wrong with this picture? I eventually realized that it never changed shape, and was never over-stuffed with books.

She had two jobs. One was as a tutor for a classroom of English students. She liked to boast proudly of her tardiness. The other was for the store which did the typesetting and layout for us. She was often late there also.

She expressed her envy over my financial situation in that I didn't have to work. She ignored the fact that I commuted over 10 hours-per-week by car. But I very much believe that if she had financial resources, it would have been invested in a luxury car.

She often boasted about her merits as an English writing major. And her technique was to ridicule every grammatical error and spelling mistake anyone made. This included those who submitted high quality articles which she placed her correction marks all over to prove her worthiness.

But in her ridicule, she provided the best argument against herself. If such knowledge should be common knowledge to any college student, then what exactly is an English writing major?

There was a power struggle. At the end of the semester I lost my position as editor-in-chief to George Mole, another such major. To my knowledge, he never graduated.

I later learned that the English Writing Department promised to falsify three credits in history on her transcript in exchange for such overthrow. But she never received this because I was elected managing editor.

And these were the final three credits she needed before she graduated. She left in the middle of the course, and graduated three years later.

I don't know that story, but I am certain it is interesting.

What motivates me to raise this issue now is the fact that I recently received a telephone call from Lehman College requesting donations. At the time I attended tuition was $625/semester. My father paid for some of it because in the divorce agreement it is specified that he must pay for four years post-high school education. In simpler terms, my mother calculated at that time that graduate school is more expensive than college, and she was certain I would one day pursue such. I was two years old when she made this determination.

This current tuition is, as I understand it, $1,750/semester. My guess is that their fund-raiser drives are not very effective. And my additional guess is that because they graduated people who know nothing, they cannot do anything. All forms of manipulativeness have limited mileage. And what I witnessed is that all those pursuing the phony degrees were attempting to win a lottery. They were high in numbers and in domains other than English writing. And when they lost, they probably went for the next lottery. It is their way of life.

Monday April 07, 2003

Georgie is now trying to figure-out how to escape from his own trap. Of course, there is only one solution.

Tell Vivian to talk to God.

I can't make him understand that I can't do any such thing.

My guess is that as he waited from January to March to act, our fraudulent allies transported their troops to Iraq.

I can make one suggestion:

Threaten our fraudulent allies with new administrative policies to force oil and gas companies to plug the leaks. Henceforth, no more cash flow into socialized medicine.

On another subject...

I want someone to explain to me my most recent property tax bill.

I pay two forms of real estate taxes: school and property.

My school taxes were approximately $4,500. It would have been over $1,000 more but for Governor Pataki's School Tax Relief program.

This has been my history with the property taxes:

1997..........$3,078

+$70

1998..........$3,148

-$157

1999..........$2,991

-$23

2000..........$2,968

+$52

2001...........$3,020

+$149

2002...........$3,169

+$351

2003...........$3,520

It is my understanding that the declines in the earlier represented years, were resultant of our act of selling our recycled garbage.

+$280....County Tax

+$50....General Fund

The Paramedics fee did not change. But if it went up, I would gladly pay it.

Tuesday April 08, 2003

This is only a guess based on a small amount of information. My problem is that I have had a curiosity question for a long time now. I have become inpatient for an answer.

My guess is that 25% of the gas we pumped into our cars went into European socialized medicine.

My additional guess is that it is even higher for heating oil simply because consumers do not encounter such bill as often and therefore are not as likely to act upon it.

I want an answer.

Otherwise, William wants to schedule a visit. For security reasons, I am withholding the timing.

Okay, William, we have a date.

Part II----------April 08, 2003

Dear Children;

I would like you to do the following mathematics for me:

1. Select an oil-rich sheik--anyone.

2. Acquire the figure of the total quantity of billions of dollars he has collected in his lifetime through the sale of crude oil.

3. Divide this figure by the figure of the quantity of gallons of crude oil he has sold in his lifetime.

4. Compare this figure to the average price-per-gallon United States oil companies were charged for this energy source.

Hint; The figure is probably much less than 75%/gallon. Henceforth, the figure which was directed toward European socialized medicine is more than 25%.

Part 3---------Tuesday April 08, 2003

For the past few days, my appetite declined. But this didn't upset me, because even natural antibiotics can make you worse before you become better. Today I performed my normal routine of eating a normal sized midday meal. Then in the evening, I became hungry. It was after the news. I wanted to watch something on television. So I flipped through all the channels I receive and found NOVA.

I need to take you back to my college days.

I was originally a physics major.

Despite all the invasions of privacy over the past few years, no one has ever noticed that I was at Lehman College of the City University of New York for three years. I spent my first year at another college. My physics professor knew nothing. But by the end of the year I had a copyrighted theory in the field. When the professors noticed this, they ganged-up on me. An administrator, Prof. Al Hunt, told each professor what grade to give me, and I was dismissed. He told me that even though his expertise is American history, he was talented enough in the field of psychology to advise me to seek such help. But if he was a real professional of anything, he would know better than to step out of his own field. In simpler terms, what would he say if a psychologist insisted s/he could render professional opinions in his history field?

It took me over ten years to understand what they wanted. They wanted me to surrender copyright to the physics professor who could not survive in a publish-or-perish world.

At Lehman College it was different. I took an independent study course to develop my theory, and found nothing.

I began to enter the field of anthropology. My first course in physical anthropology was with Prof. Bruce Byland. We took a ten minute brake in the middle of class once and I joined a group of students who surrounded and spoke to him. We discussed the issue of cranial intelligence. I asked how it was measured. The bell rang and I turned to return to my seat. He answered "by the surface area." I turned around and exclaimed, "Oh, that's wonderful." He had a puzzled and amazed grin on his face while nodding with enthusiasm. After class I decided to explain myself. He agreed there could be a connection.

But that evening my mother had me call my relative who is a neuro-surgeon. He carefully explained why there is no connection, while stating that it did not refute my theory.

I eventually took an advanced course in anthropology. I was still a reluctant physics major. Prof. Byland told this professor, Eric Delson, about the theory. The people who monitor my activity found him recently. And Dr. Delson told them as he was refusing to allow me to let it go.

At that time in my freshman year in college, I could not professionally publish my copyrighted paper. My mother spoke to a professional physicist who explained to me that the editors of the journals did not read it simply because the most immature papers begin as mine did, with the words Newton and Einstein. I wanted to let it go because as I was advancing in my collegiate years, I began to realize how immaturely written it was.

My theory was simple. Gravitational pull between objects is NOT a product of the whole mass, but only that on the surface.

On NOVA, it was explained, Berkeley University researchers found that the universe is accelerating. That is, the planets are moving away. Someday, millions of years from now, our descendants may look into the sky and see nothing.

They proceeded to look for a "mysterious repulsive force". I don't believe it exists.

I would like to add to what I said 19 years ago. I would like to state that the matter beneath the surface of our planet must be drawing closer-and-closer together as a result of cohesive force. Henceforth, the earth is shrinking.

For many years the medical community has known that if a human being is placed in isolation for 30 days, the individual will adapt to 25 hour days. No one has ever attempted to explain why. I would like to suggest that our ancestors experienced longer days because the larger earth took more time to rotate.

Henceforth, its surface area is shrinking.

Henceforth, its gravitational pull with other planets is weakening.

Henceforth, planets are accelerating.

Thursday April 11, 2003

It now appears that the courts want me to produce my own expert witness.

Dr. Amy Salerno is my expert witness.

What are the symptoms of an estrogen deficiency?

What is a high white blood cell count?

Why was I not admitted into the psychiatric ward?

The rest they can subpoena William for.

They can also bring Carol Case to the courthouse. She was the nurse technician who took care of me the following morning who

her nursing supervisor never heard of

did not know how to draw blood (I originally did not decline the morning blood test), and

insisted that I receive another injection into my IV pack for which there was no prescription for, which she described as necessary to "push the glucose through" as she was removing the equipment from my arm.

They can ask her the source of her education. I predict she will answer television commercials.

Thursday April 10, 2003

I have herewith a copy of the license material I found on the New York State Education Department website concerning Dr. Amy Salerno. As you can see, next to the item Additional Qualification nothing is entered.

Do I understand correctly, that to practice in the emergency room, a physician must have Advanced Practice Certification?

I also came across the terms PPD and CXR. Do these have any relevance here?

Saturday April 12, 2003

It would appear that the money we pay at the pumps is also financing the Korean nuclear weapons program.

I need you to present your final statistical conclusions to President Bush and all Federal and State representatives in your district, including candidates. You may assume his people have already researched everything, but most of his people have no research skills.

And I need you to complete this as soon as possible, without being hasty. In simpler terms, please stop working on all other targets.

And I would like to again thank the person I met at the gas station in late 2001 who demanded of me to attack this issue.

You also need to ask your adopted companies if the workers who drill the wells and excavate the oil are on corporate payroll or the sheiks', as well as who financed the purchasing and assembly of the equipment used in such process.

Sunday April 13, 2003

Dear Mr. Sargeant;

Please sign the following, and return to me.

Your faithful employee,

Vivian Lehman

I, Ronald Sargeant, Chairman and CEO of Staples, do hereby grant permission to my employee, Vivian Lehman, to reproduce the Staples circular on her website, madcowtouristinfo.

I understand that the date indicated below is postdated one day to that of April 13, 2003, which appears above. And I understand this is reflective of the technological fact that all entries into this website appear 24 hours after her transmission of such as the United States Government censors it. I further acknowledge that such delay is not an impediment to our joint goal, but rather an accommodator as it will require this amount of time for Vivian Lehman to purchase and install the necessary software material such that those who log-on can print-out on 8.5 x 11 inch paper all advertisements which interest them.

I am herewith further assuring her audience that the nature of the sabotage of her computer was isolated, and not part of the manufacturing process. That is, other marketed computers are not affected.

Ronald Sargeant, Chairman and CEO Dated April 14, 2003

Part II------------Sunday April 13, 2003

I understand that seven POWs from this war were released by the Iraqi government. Although no reason was provided, I have the news that Chris was permitted to visit me yesterday, return a product, and talk to one of our electronics associates for one minute.

Monday April 14, 2003

I am again reprinting the Emergency Department Record.

As you can again see, Salerno is indicated above as the attending physician.

Unlike the last time I presented this to you on March 12, 2002, I am not deleting the signature.

?????Whose signature is this?

I researched this on the website indicated on the web-page printout I presented on April 10, 2003. This site includes a nationwide listing of physicians. In my opinion, the first three letters of this individual's last name are Aul-.

No such doctor exists.

Of course, my Internet activity was monitored by Pooh and Co. And I could no longer enter any fields of any profession as I researched other possibilities, such as registered nurse. When I attempted to return to the profession of physicians, I could also not gain access.

Whatever is wrong, they know what it is.

Tuesday April 15, 2003

Mayor Bloomy-Drawers of New York City has been insisting that despite all my psychological problems, the deep and painful budget cuts are my responsibility to resolve. For some mysterious reason, since he took office, there has been less money and more taxes.

Okay, Mr. Mayor, I will do your job for you.

I would like to ask everyone in New York State who is a Certified Public Accountant to find a small segment of the budget, and review it with a fine-toothed-comb.

My severe psychiatric condition suggests to me that in a few weeks we should recover a few billion dollars.

Soon my condition will deteriorate to the point that I will be jumping in front of cars, and then taking binoculars and peeping through other people's home windows. I might even take a bat and slam it against the neighbors' houses everyday.

Thursday April 17, 2003

I suspect I know the identity of the person who signed the hospital form. S/he is NOT employed by the hospital.

The last four digits of this individual's telephone number include

two 3s and one 4.

The manager's private number of my mother's office was

737-3493.

In middle and high school, my fellow student was a son of an IBM physicist. Their telephone number was (before they moved away)

234-3443.

Part II-----------------Thursday April 17, 2003

I have two phone books published by Bell Atlantic. The first is dated February, 1999 thru January 2000. It includes the following information:

Schick A..................962-5432

Adolph.........232-5851

E H...............835-1969

Robert J.......328-3064

Robert J.......948-2974

S....................472-6534

Schicker G...................428-6461

Schickler Adeline.........788-0189

Arthur..........961-9040

M..................472-6486

Schickman Gilbert.........725-4257

Julie.............779-8372

Richard.......764-0365

Robert.........779-9453

The next phone book is dated 2000-2001. This was after I discussed this with Andrew (the pharmacist) and Karen, a pharmacy technician.

It has no information.

There is no combination of 3-3-4 in any telephone number. But S. Schick has a noteworthy feature. The number is

472-6534.

My mother saved old telephone books from the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship in which I was raised. It is dated 1970-71. Several members of our congregation were physicists and mathematicians of the IBM Kitchawan laboratories. One served on Los Alamos for the development of the first atomic bomb used against Japan. These people have since moved away. These were their telephone numbers. (One of these was of the woman I previously told you about who told her son he was homeless and locked him up in a mental institution to conceal her lie that her husband was not the father. She is a biologist.)

232-5600

763-6577

A few other telephone numbers of individuals who were not considered primary scientists are

248-4865

962-4288

Saturday April 19, 2003

They have a strategy, and this is what it is.

They have suggested, subliminally of course, that I should enter my museum diagram and script into the contest for the design of the memorial to be built where the World Trade Towers once stood. (i.e., This is NOT the whole reconstruction, only one building.) There will be a $25 application fee.

The problem will inevitably be that Mayor Bloomberg will not be able to find the money to construct this. That responsibility will be mine, not his, of course.

I personally like the idea of my museum serving as a memorial. Of course, others may have different opinions about using a scientific analysis to understand the ten million years before 9-11 as a memorializing technique.

Unlike Mayor Bloomy-Drawers, I believe in democracy. I have decided to resolve this by placing the script on a separate website. I will attempt to name it viviansscript.

I have resolved to charge a fee to access it.

And I have resolved, if this is possible, for copyright protection purposes to disallow anyone from printing it--that is, someone may copy and distribute it.

I have struggled for the past few hours to insert the computer-drawn museum diagram into the script. I tried everything I know