2004

Among their threats of the past few days, has been their presentation to me of a certain item. It was at the service station, as my mechanic was repairing the damage to my tire, that I noticed a flat object labeled Posse Box. It also featured the Jewish Star of David.

The word posse was, of course, made famous by Confederate Saxons. The concept is better known as lynch mob. I am certain my name has appeared in such more than once. The latest by my neighbors who placed a nest of killer bees on my property. The first by The New York Hitlers in 1998 as they did not want President Billy-Goat Clinton asking for my help in managing the most famous and secretive Jew, Sadaam Hussein. Their strategy was to attempt to financially force me into a marriage with a married man with AIDS explaining The Tantrum would have drooled all over him.

I would like an investigation as to what company makes such box. I assume it is the same which distributes such nests which are otherwise non-indigenous to this region. And I assume it services the same synogogue in which Adolph/Stanley Schicklegruber Hitler/Schweitzer worshipped; Temple Shaara Tefila clergied by the same Rabbi of thirty years, David Greenburg.

Once this company is located, all synagogues doing business with them must loose their tax exempt status as the concept of separation of church and state is inapplicable to them. And once these people are in jail we should experience relief on our welfare tax bill. I am certain we have been paying for our own victimization. The Hitlers very carefully explained this concept to me in 1997 after I fired my former publisher--they were doing me a favor by handing me the bill for the sabotage.

Then they wanted me to help recover pre-World War II Jewish monies lost in Swiss bank accounts.

I have been enjoying "Christmas Canon" so much so, that if I want to boost my score in the computer game I have been playing, I first listen to the music.

It is not surprising. My mother suspected we had some blood from the Siberian region because of the way we enjoy their culture. I found a customer with the same last name as my ancestor, Friedlander. I asked him about its history. He explained our ancestors came from Russia into Prussia and found free land.

As I already mentioned, I did not want to vote for President Bush in 1998 because of his record on the death penalty when he was governor of Texas. It is a modern day lynch mob, in my opinion.

When someone like George Bush and Kathy McTigue become aggressive, their face of Abel/Israel falls and you will see Cane/Canaan. It was while she was disciplining me that she revealed that Monica poisoned my asthma inhaler. This revelation to me occurred as she was waiting for her daughter to die. I am uncertain if her son is still alive, although I have no information as to what may have happened to him.

My act of placing some Christmas decorations in the dining room a few days before Christmas as per their demand, was a tease. While it is true they were teasing me in that they would not allow my favorite Christmas tunes played on the radio until I did such, it was actually I teasing them. Then the presentation of my Dear Santa list. They still have not figured-out the significance of the figure of $60,000.

As I once explained, The X-Files paid male script writers $30,000 for a one hour show. My original final draft of the script was two hours. Then, of course, many more final drafts evolved. And that should have been a movie.

What happened to my tire recently was that someone tampered with the rim and released some of the air from the tire. It was not the first time this happened to me.

The last time was when I was editor-in-chief of my college newspaper in 1985. It was the right rear tire which was attacked.

As I already explained, the newspaper was dominated by journalism majors before I took charge. It was about to be discontinued for lack of student participation and interest. I had no trouble staffing it and generating much student interest. The journalism majors came back to restore their reputation. But journalism was a phony degree. Those students never attended class. Participation in the newspaper while carrying a back-pack was their only on-campus appearance.

I was a commuter student. Lehman College of the City University of New York was in the Bronx. I live one hour north from there. I was unsuspectingly driving home at 55 mph in the left lane of the Hutchison River Parkway. Then suddenly I saw two cars parked in this left lane. I gently placed my foot on the brake as I was preparing to move into the right lane. As I was going downhill, I increased pressure on the brakes, as the car accelerated while the tires screamed.

Without having a chance to look to my right, I maneuvered the car into the right lane. The car exaggerated my steering commands. It drove me onto the hill of rock along the side of the road, spun around 180 degrees, and I slammed into both cars simultaneously.

Finally an individual not involved in either accident stood by my driver's window and asked me, Are you alright? I finally connected with reality again. I stepped out of the car. The driver of the second car emerged in her red hat shouting, Look what she did to my husband's car! Then she started blaming the other driver. At age 18, I was the youngest, and calmed everyone down. (My mother later speculated she must have been driving her husband's company car and that she was not insured.)

The first parked car was a Chevrolet and had heavy damage to the rear. He claimed he was parked there because he hit the railing. The Police Officer who soon arrived explained he saw that. The second car stopped and her vehicle stalled. It was a Mercedes. My Toyota had a small amount of damage to the rear in that the tail-lamp was broken and slightly pushed-in. The bumpers in front absorbed everything.

The person who revived me saw the first incident with the Chevrolet and the railing, and pulled-over to ask if he was alright. But he and the person he was with left before the police arrived.

I am now certain that was an act of sabotage. But why? Were the phony journalism degrees of Kathy Sampey and her family as provided by Professor Jane Sicherman and her friends so important?

Sicherman was an admitted socialist. And some of the people pursuing these degrees were Moslem. Kathy was a Saxon.

There is no question in my mind that what happened to both tires was a product of terrorist training. Both Prince William and Prince Harry spent one year in such a camp. It is necessary to collect OPEC money.

I don't know the answer to this question, but did President George Bush ever train in such a camp?

I have often wondered who told Donald Trump who my publisher was such that he could solicit the opportunity to sabotage.

I suspect it was my former publisher, Dorrance Publishing. And I suspect it was either the production manager, Mara Addison, or my production assistant, Pam Chapla, or the managing director, Elizabeth House. Or it could have been the person who first interviewed me, Ian McAlister. He is a British socialist .

I have often wondered who complained to Monica Christiensen that I was still alive. I was poisoned at Heathrow Airport in London, England in July of 1998 and she arrived at my place of work in November of this same year.

Today as I was driving to work, I noticed the price of gas was $1.79/gallon--a five-cent- drop since the last looked.

At the store where I work, we have experienced a cut-back in hours. Which is nice. It is in anticipation of snowfall. Which is especially nice. I will be busy snow-shoveling and do not want to be bothered with having to make a decision as to whether or not to go to work.

If your adopted company is retail-oriented, Christmas 2004 preparations should begin now.

I have decided that the best way to resolve my problems with he Hitlers is to go back to the beginning of the conflict as described in Ezra chapter 4, versus 1-12. According to this, the Jews are NOT Israelis but rather pushed them aside and occupied the land. And according to versus 13, in the Israeli letter of complaint about the intruders: "Be it known now unto the king, that, if this city be builded, and the walls set up again, then they not pay toll, tribute, and custom, and so thou shalt endamage the revenue of the kings."

But I don't believe Palestinian Arabs are Israelis either because their culture is too similar to Islam.

I believe we must arrange for Saudi Arabia to surrender a plot of land to each group, and return Israel to those of the descendants of Exodus.

Terri Nazi-ed my car-tire on the eve before I had three days off from work. He hoped that a disabled vehicle would incite me to take a vacation in Vermont.

Today Terri Nazi-ed my paycheck. Sunday-thru-Wednesday of next week I also have off. Thursday is pay-day.

I must remind everyone, that the rule is that I must make myself a financial dependent on him. He can't support me.

And if they can't understand their own reasoning, I would like him to have a complete set of venereal disease and AIDS tests. And I would like know when was the last time he had sex with his wife, and if either he or she have other partners.

As you already know, Holy Thursday is on April 08. And, as you already know, I believe His perfect sacrifice was that he proved the existence of a concentration camp in that he entered, but did not return.

I would like to declare this National Whistleblowers' Day. I would like to ask of everyone who has considered blowing the whistle on possible corruption, to do so. You have three months to prepare your paperwork and arguments.

At Lord & Taylor, the Christmas shop is set-up on September 07th of every year. Customers believe this is to manipulate the Season. But it was carefully explained to us that this is reflective of the effort required to assemble everything. And I witnessed it was. On this day, we will be placing our stockings over the fireplace.

In addition to a year-long country target (i.e., Saudi Arabia), I have decided we should also have a corporate target. The obvious possibility is IBM.

But we are already monitoring them in the form of biographies on any individual we know.

Instead of focusing on computer hardware, I have decided to focus on software. This means Microsoft.

The United States Government made its judicial case concerning violations of the anti-trust laws. Prosecutors lost.

I made my case when I purchased a word processing program, Word 2003. It had a registration number which had to be filed via e-mail with Microsoft rendering it impossible for me to share this $200 program with anyone.

I am beginning to believe that the owner of this company, Bill Gates, isn't just making money. He is also using this information to monitor behavior. He is the new Hitler.

I find it no coincidence that his company does not manufacture anti-viral or anti-firewall software.

I was just visiting the website lunaville.org/warcasualties/summary.aspx. It seems to me that there has not been any military fatalities or casualties since January 08th. And from everything else I have read this appears to be a long time. If the trend continues until January 15th, I will call it an ornament.

I forgot to mention it is now January 12th in Iraq. That is three non-fatality/casualty days. So I will hopefully be making the announcement late in the date on the 15th.

I am certain you already know there was a military fatality today. I bought gas for the car for $1.83/gallon--one penny less than the 2004 high. It is apparent to me that we can predict fatalities based on gas prices. So while they may not return to their standard one-fatality/day as they are short one-penny/gallon, we should be seeing fatalities every four days. And I believe that any past variabilities of the pattern was due to the fact that the orders were crossing time-zones, either from London, England, or Beijing, China, into Iraq.

I am going to ask my students to contact at least one major oil and gas company and ask if there is a connection between such prices and the financing of anti-US military hostility.

As for my health, I have stopped wearing the therapeutic hosiery. While these did an excellent job of controlling my heartburn and other digestive problems, and reversing some of the swelling, I have found an alternative.

I have stopped bathing in the frankincense and only occasionally do so with the mistletoe to control the post-herpetic neuralgia. If you will recall, I was taking the former herb because a physician-customer speculated I may have a benign tumor clogging the lymphatic system, and another nutritionist-customer recommended this herb. I believe I found the tumor not near the neck, as I originally speculated, but rather below the naval where drainage occurs. This would also explain the discomfort which three gynecologists could not diagnose. At the Epiphany service on Wednesday I was reminded of the fact that the three Kings brought the baby gifts of frankincense and myrrh. I decided to try the latter. Only Solaray markets it. It appears to be working.

At the service the minister talked about speculations on who these Kings were. I suspect one was from Tibet.

As you may have already noticed, Eric has been here over the past few days helping me reorganize this website. The paintings have their own page featuring the professional photography. The targets have their own page because I no longer knew what I assigned. And Christmas 2004 has its own page. It is better for the memory of my computer.

One of the issues we have been addressing is the subject of the collapse of the major corporation Enron and the financial collapse of all its innocent victims. I addressed it as per a customer's request. Today former senior executive Andrew Fastow pleaded guilty and agreed to testify. He will receive a ten-year sentence and will help prosecutors pursue other convictions.

I will call this an ornament because I believe that we were instrumental in avoiding a lengthy, confusing, and expensive trial which would have occurred years after the investigations were completed, and after the participants reached senile conditions.

The price of gas is $1.89/gallon, and the fatality rate of our soldiers in Iraq is skyrocketing.

I am delighted with the election results of the Iowa primary. But I am not surprised. This State is known for its electoral unpredictability. I ignored the polls as this date was approaching.

On another subject, I have today off, and was running errands. And, as usual, encountered more surprises.

I passed a frame shop, The Pelzer Frame Studio. In the window was a small version of one of the bouquets of flowers of which I have an After-and-Before set. That is, it was not by the Chinese artist Aaron, recognized by my photographer. I believe it is of the same artist as the set because it has an identical signature and, to my amateur eye, there is no acrylic in the paint, and no polyester in the canvas. It was positioned next to another painting of identical size which featured fruit. But I believe the fruit had some such artificial content and is therefore post-1960.

I asked the customer service representative for the price. It was only labeled #15. The fruit was priced at $250. She guessed that was the price of the bouquet, and had no information as to the artist. She explained the owner will return on Friday. I left my name and telephone number.

There were other works of art priced at over $1,000 which also seemed of natural content, but by different artists.

The art store just called. The store's owner contacted the customer service representative who called me to explain the artist is from Eastern Europe and his name is Morello. I asked for the spelling but she did not have that information. It is $250.

The harassment has begun to loose control. William demonstrated to me that he can open the high security lock I installed almost one year ago. This evening they waited until immediately after I locked it. I then went to my bedroom to change into my night clothes, and he ran in and left near my computer the two credit cards he stole.

I can terrorize too. What is the one thing the Royal Family (what is left of it after Mrs. Anthrax's rampage) is most afraid of?

The above includes the original version of the veil made by me, and the original train made by my mother which was three feet.

The veil is made of silk organza and is fully patented. It is not a design patent but rather an engineering patent. The train is 24 feet long.

I returned to the Pelzer Frame Shop and spoke to the owner. He thought I was talking about a different painting and so henceforth, Morello is not the artist of the one which looks like mine. He analyzed the signature, and could interpret nothing. He explained he bought it from an art warehouse named Arnold on 54th Street in Manhattan. According to him, they buy from artists of Eastern Europe. I will try to follow-up.

The $1,000 landscape painting in his shop is on consignment. It is by a 19th century Italian artist.

I listened to WQXR radio news this morning. They seem to want the show-down between my favorite candidate, John Edwards, and his rivals, in the script. In the script, the anthropologist opens a website called healthy-madness in which there is a list of all the remedies I described in this website. The only way I can tie this in, is if Edwards explains what, if any, vitamins and herbs he takes. Or if an admission is made by someone else.

When Bush/Cheney originally assumed control of the White House, I explained that the Vice President needs to take Solaray's Grapefruit Seed Extract and Dandelion Root for his heart problems. I believe he did. Shortly thereafter, it is my understanding that he saw his doctors who could not understand the sudden improvement. And, of course, we have heard nothing about it since.

I watched CBS local news last night. They seem to want to help develop the Christmas Tree.

One issue is the natural cycle of viruses in this country, and the fact that it is predictable that another epidemic is upcoming.

It is true that Econugenics' Thymic Longevity Compound doesn't prevent or kill all infections. I have found that its compliment is Nutribiotic Ear Drops which contains Grapefruit Seed Extract and Tea Tree Oil. It is homeopathic, and I apply it under my tongue. This is a medically acceptable practice as the ear/nose/throat is one mechanism. I have been using it recently to control the vicious strep-throat which has been haunting my place of work.

When I worked at the vitamin store, a customer explained to me that she uses Solaray's Cayenne and Garlic pills which "make you feel like you never had the cold." This did nothing for me but I found Solaray's Under the Weather helpful. Another customer used Solaray's Olive Leaf and Echinacea formula and amazed her co-workers as she never called-out sick.

CBS also informed me that investigators are now looking for a Saudi connection as to the techniques which the September 11th hijackers used to enter this country. Investigators are now revealing it may not have been a legal entry.

This is not a branch on the Tree until investigators confirm the connection. It is a Point on the Star when the Saudi Royal Family admits to it and contributes their fair share to the replacement costs of lower Manhattan.

CBS also announced sales-tax-free-week available for many of us shoppers. I can't call that an Economic Ornament because the affected audience isn't large enough.

What NBC local news covered last year was our issue of child slave labor. My students found that Walt Disney Company was guilty of such practice, and they henceforth became pro-active in terminating such. They also researched such practice in Bangladesh, and followed-up on the clothing they wore and found other US companies were practicing such.

I can't call it a Human Rights Ornament until such practice is terminated and appropriate compensatory damages to the victims issued.

Other students of mine forced Toyota to invent a gas-conserving vehicle for the common person. The result was a car which is half-gas/half-electric with the former continually generating the latter. It consumes approximately 60 miles/gallon. The students took an additional step and had the magazine Motor Trend violate its usual practice of naming a luxury car as car-of-the-year. Instead, it selected this one. I can't call that an Environmental Ornament until I have some statistics.

The minimum is either 1.225% environmental improvement, or $12.25/household/month, or elimination of dependency on one OPEC country.

60 Minutes once profiled the secluded club George Bush belonged to while he was a student at Yale University; Skull and Bones. The researcher could not identify the nature of the sexual perversion which united them all for so many generations including that of his father George Bush Senior and ancestor Prescott Bush.

On another subject, I would like to return to the time I was at Heathrow Airport in London in July of 1998. I spoke to the supervisor at the time to complain about Ally. He validated her position. As you already know, I believe he was the father of her baby which was converted into a research specimen.

Approximately two years later, I was visiting a mall in White Plains which included a Victoria's Secret. I walked into another store. There was a woman with a baby stroller. She was very pale, and kept shaking her head while looking at me. I ran to another store to look into the mirror to see what was wrong with my appearance. There was nothing. I later figured-out it was Ally.

One issue is that the higher he ranks in the polls, the nicer the White House is to me. I find it very unlikely that he will treat me the way the Pooh did.

The second issue is that the wife of John Edwards reminds me of the neighbor I telephoned while I was in the hospital in January of 2002 and left my luggage at home which included slippers.

Kerry's recent successes have made things worse again. This suggests to me that the Yale University club both he and Bush were members of, still bonds the two. Henceforth, the next issues are very fair questions by me.

Bush is a man of OPEC. So is Fidel Castro as this is what finances his biochemical weapons program (in addition to missing monies from United States welfare programs ).

He has no history of advocating Veterans Benefits. He never demonstrates empathy with those currently serving in Iraq. He has no political positions concerning any of it. And even if he was a veteran, some collaborated with the enemy. Bush's club is a likely possibility. Especially since no one really knows what united them.

I am also asking for verification of his military credentials because of my experiences with Doctor Amy Salerno and Attorney Barbara Pickett. Both were certified, yet totally unlicensed. This was recognizable by the fact that the former believed a high while blood cell is a psychiatric disorder, and the latter had an Addition Consulting Business.

I would very strongly urge the Democratic Party to elect Edwards as chairperson.

Sometimes people vote for a candidate with negative intentions. In other words, those supporting Kerry may be hoping for four more years with Bush. This is what happened to Walter Mondale in 1987. He lost in every state except the District of Columbia. If those who voted for him in the primaries, also voted for him in the general election, this may not have happened.

In the news has also been an increased threat from al Qaeda. The last time the nation's threat level was raised, the stock market went up. This delighted me. If an attack occurs, and if stocks I like go up significantly, I will call this an ornament.

I am in the process of preparing April's targets. I will include The Shipping News which I did not include before because of the X-rated material.

I have more information about the supervisor of the custom's office of London's Heathrow Airport. He likes the word "gauge". Why?

And I have even more information about that supervisor. He is desperate for money. Why?

Bush can defend the allegations against him that he lied about Sadaam Hussein's possession of weapons of mass destruction and the necessity to invade Iraq, if he allows the facts to come to the fore about Mrs. Anthrax practicing as a nurse at Northern Westchester Hospital Center.

And Bush can defend the allegations against him that he lied about Sadaam's Hussein's relationship with al Qaeda if he allows the facts to come to the fore about Riaz Hussein beginning the work which Mrs. Anthrax attempted to complete.

The cure for Ricin poisoning is Solaray's Tart Cherry combined with a birth control pill. The latter should be taken once-per-day for two days; the former twice-per-day for three days.

I discovered that within twelve hours after the beginning of a massive heart attack on Sunday night which occurred less than five hours after I was the only one to eat the pizza served for no charge to us employees.

And how many more times would you like to prove the inferior qualities of your brains?

Maybe I wasn't the only one to eat the pepperoni pizza. One of the cashier's called-out sick yesterday, but is fine today.

And I would like to know presidential candidate General Clark's relationship with the Kennedy Administration.

For the past year my hair-dresser and I have been coping with my increasing split-ends problem and my decreasing ability to sustain permanents. I just discovered I do need an oily vitamin-E supplement of 800 units-per-day.

It was in November of 2002 that I saw a story on Dateline NBC about a couple who were expecting their first child. They experienced normal sonograms in the first trimester, but near the end of the second, learned that their daughter was a mongoloid. It was an agonizing decision. With the help of visits to their local Catholic parish, they decided not to terminate the pregnancy.

I have often wondered how this happened. I believe it was a dosage of Ricin. And I have just received the subliminal information that the Russians are distributing this. So we must fight to force Putin to leave office.

The next obvious question is how did the exposure occur. As I learned a few days ago, we are only sensitive if we have a health vulnerability. I had two: an oily vitamin-E deficiency and lymph-edema. The baby was a baby. And in case you are wondering, I did NOT go to Patty for Holy Oil treatment because my schedule made it too difficult.

The next obvious question is how did the exposure occur. My opinion is direct contact with the mother's nervous system.

On another subject, I have been working on the website for stmatthewsbedford.org. For some reason, production has stopped. I don't know why, but I suspect it has something to do with our editor's request for biographies from the priests.

If you go to this website, you will find a picture of all three on the sermons page. You can read these from July-thru-September of 2003.

Robert Flanagan is new. He recently changed careers from business to religion. Our senior minister originally interviewed him for the job in the Spring, but he had to finish seminary. He was ordained in September when Patty returned from maternity leave. All three of his August sermons discuss the Letter to the Ephesians.

I am glad I can rely on three clergy members to bring me the Holy Oil if I am again hospitalized. And especially if al Qaeda found a substitute for Nurse Anthrax in the emergency room.

I have been researching the site the Center for Public Integrity and found a few interesting items.

In 1991 the United States Senate created the Select Senate Committee on POW/MIA Affairs. Its purpose was to investigate the possibilities that the war in Vietnam left behind prisoners of war and soldiers designated missing in action. According to this site,

As to my health, I have been continuing two myrrh/twice-per-day, and one oily-E 400 IU. One of my customers is a retired pharmacist who used to practice near my home. His name is Julius and he worked for Ronnie Rexall. He explained that the way to break-down a benign tumor is with papaya. I have been taking Solaray's brand and believe there is some progress.

There has been a recent interesting development concerning Billy Ricciardi, the head pharmacist who suspended me for making Cathy Calcutti, the lead technician, cry. Billy appears to be trying to tell me that the Marinol stolen from the pharmacy to use on me as a date-rape drug while I was hospitalized in January of 2002, was a mistake. This is what is wrong with his statement.

The interesting news is that Robert Tesaro, the pharmacist who reprimanded me because I refused to be all alone at 11 pm with a felon, is leaving CVS. He claimed he was tired of the understaffing and acquired another job.

The wonderful news is that it appears that my benign tumor shrunk. But not because I have been chewing on Papaya, but rather because I have been using such as a suppository.

All this time, as I have been discussing my asthma, I have been forgetting to mention one important fact.

Just before I began my employment at the pharmacy, I saw a gastroenterologist. He knew more about asthma than my pulmonologist. He explained that my asthma was caused by the swollen abdomen pushing on the thoracic region. During the eight months that I worked in the pharmacy, I looked carefully at people picking-up asthma prescriptions. Many had this condition. I believe it also contributed to my alleged heart attacks.

There are two issues dominating the news these days: the movie, The Passion of Christ, and the proposal by President Bush for a Constitutional amendment banning gay marriages.

As to the movie, you already know that pursuant to Ezra chapter 4, I do NOT believe Christ was a Jew. According to this Biblical entry, the Jews pretend to be Israelis in their conspiracy to lay claim to this fruitful land.

After Princess Diana was murdered, I noted the fact that a small group of Jews performed the behind-the-scenes dirty work. I told them that if they are not careful, it will be remembered that they murdered her, even if the paperwork does not support this fact.

And, of course, there is the fact that the Jews claim they reject the New Testament, yet I believe they do secretly recognize the "lost" Hebraic version of Matthew which likely specifies the date of Joseph and Mary's rejection from the inn; December 21st--their favorite attack date against Christians.

I suspect this Hebraic version has other details we need to know. But nonetheless, these are not the behaviors of an innocent people.

As to the Constitutional issue, I suppose many of you realize that the reason why I endorsed John Edwards rather than the only female running for president, was this issue. Edwards is against gay-marriage, the female is for it. I am against such marriages, and support the amendment, because I want a legal barrier against child adoption.

At Lent service this morning, Patty explained that this is a time to leave at the altar the old, and begin anew. As I received my dosage of Holy Oil hoping this would be last, I anticipated that during these next 40 days my weight and size should return to normal.

I have been taking great interest in an article I found on the Internet titled "Vietnam Veterans Against John Kerry". In this there appears photographs of the young Kerry sailing with JFK. There also appears pictures of middle-aged Senator Kerry in Hanoi meeting with an official.

But what especially interests me is the photography of Kerry as a soldier. I believe these are recent fabrications, although the authors of the website may not know this.

If I am correct, then the identities of the other soldiers should be recognizable.

I have just received a response from Robert P. Dohn, Chair of the WCBA Grievance Committee. My grievance against Barbara Pickett, retired attorney of the law firm Banks, Pickett, Gruen and Shapiro was rejected. He won't tell me why insisting the reasons are "confidential". But he did admit there is no record that she attended law school.

As to my health, on the 24th I have an appointment with a surgeon who told me she invented some of the techniques for removal of benign tumors. I met her at Staples as I continued to attack anyone with M.D. credentials exemplified on their credit cards. I am glad she has a long waiting list because this gives me time to try one more thing.

I believe Julius the pharmacist was correct--I need an enzyme which will eat the tumor. The papaya appeared to be working. I then remembered my necessity for citrus based perfume and shampoo. So I purchased the only such enzyme--Grapefruit Pectin. It is made by KAL which is owned by the same parent company as Solaray. It is available in powder form enabling me to mix it with my drinks and bathe in it.

I am not involving myself with the terrorist attacks in Madrid, Spain for one obvious reason, and for the fact that I believe I have done everything possible. I also believe things should become very interesting after Holy Thursday, National Whistleblowers' Day.

At this time, they are not allowing me to scan the remainder of the letter into this website. But nonetheless, God has spoken. William has been sneaking into this house for the past few nights using his high-tech equipment against my dead bolts, kissing me while I am asleep, and lifting my bed-covers. Last night was the night that he intended to drop his pants. But God spoke in the form of a major snow storm, still in progress tonight. He isn't good enough for me.

William's purpose in coming around is because he needs money. Everyone allows me to work at the lowest possible wage. My quality of health is a non-issue in determining how many hours I labor. He wastes my money uncontrollably and does not allow me to recover what is judicially owed to me. His solution to his problems is to force me to apologize every time I spend money.

You have probably been hearing on the radio Dido's song, I will go down with this ship... over-and-over on the radio. This is because William finally understands he will never be king, and expects me to be upset I will never be queen. I have been spared Diana's personal agony.

As to my health, a few weeks ago my hair-stylist needed to use hedge clippers to remove my split-ends. She perm-ed it again. It looked like a bird's nest and worsened. So I have been using sunflower oil as I shampoo.

As for President Georgie-Pooh, I would like to ask him to print the following on two pieces of card stock paper, address it to Chevron and Halliburton, and place stamps before mailing. If this procedure is too complicated for you, ask any four-year-old who may be running around the building.

Please forward to terrorist friends

Date;__________

Dear_____________;

Knock-it-off!!!!

George

Executive Office, Main Desk

The White House

1600 Pennsylvania Ave

Washington, DC 20500

Executive Office, Main Desk

______________________

______

I would like to ask everyone to telephone President Bush and explain this has gone-on long enough. We would like all terrorists' assets frozen by the United States, to be confiscated and distributed by September 11th of this year.

As I explained I saw much of it during school supply season as I worked as a cashier at Staples. These females become pregnant exactly nine months before they graduate high school (Halloween is the impregnation date), or exactly nine months before their 16th birthday--the intended drop-out date. With this financial dependency mechanism, they can demand of people like myself to give them money. And the sales associate of Victoria's Secret did not believe it was possible that I did not understand this, and was still furious as me after the baby was born. She exhibited this in her fixated stare upon my arrival at work one morning as she sat in the back-seat of her parents car next to her mechanism. She apparently waited for this moment with me for a long time. Of course she was a Saxon. These people are always pregnant.

I have to draw the conclusion that these people are withdrawn from school when this occurs. But the law requires they are educated until the age of 16. Is it possible that the taxpayer is paying for home schooling? If so, I want this stopped. It can't be legal. Religious groups must be the ones who demanded this financing because it is their children who are most frequently pregnant.

I have been thinking much about this because I just received notice that my 20th high school reunion is upcoming. I have been thinking much about the people who suddenly disappeared. And I am speculating as to the approximate dates. One was the individual who stole the story I wrote in the 3rd grade, My Pet Kitten. Another was the one who I violently choked in the 2nd grade, and whose mother thanked me the first chance she had--two years later. Their names are Martha Jane Keily and Amy Reinhartz. The former's father is associated with IBM and one sibling died after birth at Northern Westchester Hospital Center.

On another subject, at Bible study three weeks ago we talked about the fact that the New Testament chapter Hebrews appears to be directed toward non-Jews. It amazes me how refuting the concept that Jesus was a Jew leads to a new understanding of the Bible.

Much discussion was given to Donald Trump's series The Apprentice. The information on the day of the week and time was given. I am supposed to be impressed by the fact that the women on this show are more successful. Of course, it was my radical feminism which motivated me to reject my former publisher's wonderful offer to allow me to pay for the damage which this billionaire did to my book in the form of cutting sentences in-half. They even arranged that my then employer offer me extra hours as a cashier to pay for this. According to this manager, and the Jews of The New York Times who insisted that they could ignore the Constitution because they have superior business brains, the victim must always pay for everything if the perpetrator allows them the opportunity.

I will watch Trump's show, if he pays for the damage he did to my book and earns the money by working as a cashier.

On the issue of the phony attorney who administered my mother's Estate, I have a trump card I have been saving for a long time. I could not introduce it at the two trials held in 1992 for my non-payment of legal services, because it is 5th grade economics.

In late 1991, Barbara Pickett held a conference with me and the paralegal, Joan Robbins. As she sat next to the Estate file handled by Joan, she continually said to me, To hold onto the house, you have to make a list of all your monthly expenses. With each repetition, she then looked at me and waited and waited and waited for me to say Wow!!! How do you do that? She expected to perform solicited services I would be billed for. I let her talk and talk as she waited for the opportunity to prove to me that I must beg Donald Trump for his money to keep the house. Even though he demanded I should not want him for his money, he insisted that the arousing bulge out of his pants was his wallet. She waited a long time after the conference for me to face the reality that I need her Addition Consulting Business and finally, after the resignation of the law firm, sent a letter expanding on her addition philosophies. She included a list of all the major disbursements anticipated for the Estate--that is, Estate tax, appraisal fees, etc. I would have explained to the court that she copied this list off of my notes, but I did not want to scare anyone with facing the realities of their idiot degrees.

If either female had ever seen the inside of the file, they would have known they had in their hands a copy of all household expenses--my mother's checkbook register. Barbara billed me $600 to review it looking for life insurance monies I may not know about. (Of course, there were none.) I saw her handle the register before the date of this conference. She did not know what it was.

I still don't understand why law secretary Charles Devlin, and Supreme Court Justices Harold Wood and Coppola, took the initiatives to do their argumentative work for them after they admitted they agreed with me in that I did not owe for legal services rendered.

The American Bar Association advised me to take my letter to the Appellate Division in Brooklyn.

What appears to be getting attention is my original argument to the Supreme Court in 1992 that because the law firm resigned before completing the administration of the Estate, they cannot collect their legal fees.

As to my health, I hired two healthy young males to tear-out the falling insulation from the basement. There is so much dust, that every 20 minutes they need a break, even though they are wearing masks.

If you will recall, last year at this time I was griping about my property tax bill.

For the past six years, I have continuously had ear infections. This should not be confused with the brain stem flare-ups. These started at the spinal region, and stopped half-way to the ear. I assume because it was intolerant to oxygen. Henceforth, one small dose of the Aerobic 0-7 (liquid stabilized oxygen) destroyed it in 24 hours.

For a few months, I have been trying to decide if this new infection is aerobic or anaerobic. I once went out into the cold WITH a hat, and it worsened. I assume this is because I eliminated the oxygen supply. But I decided that wasn't enough evidence. A mistake would lead to my feeding the infection, and the resultant yeast infection would blow me through the roof.

I have been controlling it with liquid grapefruit seed extract. A few days ago I tried the amoxicillin. It tried to help, so it must be bacterial not viral. Yesterday I placed one drop of the Aerobic 0-7 down my throat. It began to help. This morning I placed it down my ear.

An issue dominating the CBS News tonight was religion, the Constitution, and the upcoming presidential election. Specifically, the Catholic church's involvement in abortion rights. And what was understood yet unmentioned, the phrase under God in the Pledge of Allegiance.

I would like to remind President Bush that turn-or-burn is the reason our Constitution was established. Church was separated from State to prevent this from happening again. And thus far, it has worked. But if they persist in integrating the two, then religious groups must loose their tax exempt status. This means they will have to pay property and sales taxes, and will be subject to audits. So anyone who made fraudulent claims in the charity section of their income tax, will either have to pay penalties, or go to jail. And, I suspect, much taxpayer monies will be recovered as many such groups use government treasuries as personal bank accounts.

As to my health, I am still battling the infection. I know it is the same which I was given through my asthma inhaler at Heathrow Airport in London, England, because one of the symptoms was full body paralysis, and another was an inability to rest in bed because any position is painful. I am currently daily using the Aerobic 0-7 down my ear and throat, and am also orally taking the Grapefruit Seed Extract. I am still bathing in Grapefruit Pectin enzyme.

And I met another bachelor at Staples. He was at our tag sale in October. I talked to him a few weeks later to tell him that the quilt he bought came with a matching pillowcase which he forgot. Looking into his face, I saw something I never saw before, but acquired no name. A few weeks ago I saw him at the supermarket. I followed him into the parking lot and acquired his license plate #. I picked-up the Pooh-Line to the White House and explained the situation, but there has been no follow-up.

I have been thinking about the death of Caitlin McTigue, the daughter of the general manager of Lord & Taylor, Kathy. She was the one who told me it is my fault two new people don't know enough to pick clothes-up off of the floor as she defended Monica Christiensen, the grand-daughter of the secret family of Adolph Hitler of his non-Jewish wife.

At this meeting, Kathy accidentally admitted that Monica had poisoned my asthma inhaler.

Caitlin was poisoned at a fashion show for children held before store hours for us employees. My guess is that Kathy had witnessed Monica poison the food (either the bagels, cream cheese, butter, or all), and disallowed her from touching it before the show. Caitlin was the last child of the show. As she and her mother stood before us, the hungry child asked her mother if she could go eat. Her mother allowed her to.

It was supposed to be Monica's day off. But when I went downstairs, I found her in casual clothes ticketing sale merchandise. She handed me the remainder of the tickets and she went home.

Kathy must have scheduled this on her day off because she assumed her child would be safe on such a day. This must mean that Monica did not just poison my asthma inhaler, but must have been routinely poisoning our Saturday morning bagels, and Sunday morning donuts.

As the end of the school year approaches, I am seeing all of the teenagers who will give birth to their financial dependency mechanisms this Summer.

It has been my understanding that my former friend from high school, the one from the incestuous family who buried her third trimester fetus in the yard, is in jail.

Her three financial dependency mechanisms, whom she could not feed because she and her mother spent all the grocery money on a Volvo station wagon in anticipation of all the money they would make helping Donald Trump stalk me, had serious illegal drug issues and one pregnancy which my former friend demanded of her to abort, especially after they learned the welfare system is not as generous as the daughter thought. The girls went into therapy and explained they were traumatized by the missing sibling. This finally resolved the mystery of who poisoned my former friend inducing the illegal abortion, and who buried the child in the yard. It was not her former husband, as she told law enforcement, but rather herself with the help of her mother. It is also my understanding that the girls had the option of visiting their mother in jail for Christmas 2003, but declined.

It is also my understanding that my former friend recently learned of the existence of this website. It has been ten years since her husband left her. She prefers to have him beat-her-up rather than find a job, so she is asking me to help her bring him back to her.

She is a Saxon, and henceforth, is always pregnant. But this habit stopped after the abortion. But I wonder if she is addicted to her hormones. I would like her liver and pituitary gland tested.

I went to a tag sale on Saturday. It wasn't your ordinary tag sale. In this Town, we do rummage dumping once-per-year. (Remember the recliner?) For the third year in a row, I arranged that one of their thirteen trucks come to the house. In the past I had been their first stop of the day. This year I was the second. It was already half-full. They had to make a return trip for all the bulky furniture including all the desks I replaced with office-style Sauder equipment. The last two years I paid them $80 each time. This year it was $150. But unlike these past ten years, I did not make any trips of my own for $10-per-carload. All the proceeds go to the Chowder Marching Club--a local charity. Many of the volunteers are from St. Matthew's. After they left I went upstairs to the attic. It was one-and-half years since I began to clean out a life of 37 years. Space!!!!

I arrived at the tag sale under the warm sun. The food is cheap because it is donated. I found a table and chairs to enjoy my meal on. When I looked-up, I saw two teenagers over-protectively standing-over my old two-shelf bookcase. It was my grandmother's before I was born. After it was my bedroom's. I now use that space for dressers (i.e., lateral files), and placed two four-shelf bookcases in the living room by the piano. Inasmuch as it was difficult to let go of memories, it was good to know it was going to be appreciated. I told them there was a second one. We looked around without moving, and could not find it.

I found exactly the wing chair I wanted. It was pink, part of a set of two, and already claimed. But even if I did buy it, one would go the attic. Here we go again...

I returned a few hours later and found exactly what I needed. It was a desk. Although it was wider than what I wanted--too large to accommodate a wing chair--it was definitely cheaper than the $119. Sauder desk I selected and hesitated to buy. This was $12.

They managed somehow to squeeze it into my Volkswagen. When I returned home I couldn't lift it out of the trunk. Fortunately, when I went looking for a neighbor without back problems, I found one working in his garage. He pulled it into the living room by the phone for me, and I took the drawers out of the back seat. As I placed each one into the white frame, I felt Sauder technology. I called them. It wasn't theirs.

The desk is brand new. I know that because the drawers were layered with pink saw-dust from its facing. I have tried to imagine its history. It probably lingered in a store for a long time because people don't prefer to decorate with pink, don't like left-handed structure, and want drawers that can serve as vertical files. Probably one day someone proudly made a non-refundable clearance price purchase, and brought it home to an irate gift-recipient. It was unnoticed at the tag sale for all the same reasons.

The next day, Sunday, I had not scheduled off. But the tag sale opened at 9 a.m. whereas the store at 10. Instead of purchasing my usual $5 breakfast, I purchased a $2.75 delicious meal there consisting of a grilled bacon/egg/cheese on a roll. I looked for a place to sit and saw a lonely wooden white chair. I sat in the rain over-protectively on my $5 purchase and ate my meal.

There is no question in my mind that the drawer-railing is identical as that used by Sauder. Unless these companies import this equipment, this suggests to me that the desk is made in the U.S.A. So I will be including it in The Bar.

In tribute to my old high school days, I have decided to ask of Douglas MacDougal to please return to his wife, Sarah Latimer MacDougal.

As to my health, on March 24th, I went to see the plastic surgeon and was told she was tired and wanted to go home and I was rescheduled for the following week. In simpler terms, this feminist-physician resolved that the Hippocratic Oath does not apply to issues of male impotence.

William and the Hitlers became upset when I did not return and have tried every approach to coerce me, including having the ladies of the Wednesday morning Eucharist talk to me. So I have stopped going. They have no knowledge that they are perpetuating the sinful acts of others.

As the swelling of the gland in the right side of my mouth progressed, oral application of the Aerobic 0-7 no longer seemed enough. So I began applying it to the tumor above the vaginal cavity. Then I remembered one more thing.

Early in this disease, yet after the cancer, in the Spring of 2000 I had a sudden urge to sun-bathe my nipples. I went in full gear to a beach but that did not appear to help. So I finally performed a carefully concealed bathing in the car.

Yesterday I took the Aerobic 0-7 to a sun tanning salon. All alone in a room I could do what I wanted. Since it had been so long since I was on the beach, they recommended ten minutes. I applied the natural antibiotic appropriately and did a direct dosage of my ear. At the end of my time, I noticed an improvement in my facial appearance but otherwise felt nothing. Should I stay longer? I decided instead to take their advise.

One hour later I felt it. My ear swelled. Six Advil pills were inadequate to control the pain. A few hours later I finally fell asleep.

This morning a symptom returned which I had not felt in at least two years, maybe longer. It was the heaviness on the right side of the body.

As to my health, I have added St. John's Wort to my regiment. It is commercialized as an anti-depressant, but is actually a natural antibiotic working on misdiagnosed people. I have no appetite but am very energetic.

As you already know, since August of 2002, when I took the X-tend herbal supplements which restored my energy level, I have been cleaning out the attic and re-organizing the house. One aspiration was to accommodate the computer and paperwork age. Another was to prepare for the possibility of selling the house. Everything I did I tried to make the house look bigger. Decorating the laundry room, as guests often enter through the back door, was one of the initiatives.

For the attic, I purchased 35 clear plastic bins at 3-for-$20. If I am moving the attic is packed. If I am staying everything is well-preserved, aside from the fact that the re-organization would not involve remembering where I put everything. And if I stay and finally receive equal pay for equal work, I would finally renovate the attic in a well-protected environment.

In 1997, when I was working on a campaign to control school taxes (not the property tax bill above, but the over $4,000 annual bill partially offset by Governor Pataki's School Tax Relief program for those of us without children), the rumor mill was that in Connecticut one could purchase more house and better schooling for less money. But what kept me in New York was the City University system. It is why my mother never sold, and I always planned on someday returning to acquire my doctorate.

When I attended Lehman College of CUNY, tuition was $625/semester. No scholarship programs considered commuting expenses. So while my friends who walked to school received benefits, I had to own a reliable car and received nothing. Graduate school was slightly more than this, and Prof. Joan Mencher pressured me to apply for every grant because it is required for a résumé. There was nothing. My parents made too much and included in the divorce decree was that my father pay for four years of post-high school education. She always knew I would want a Ph.D, even when I was two-years-old.

In the late 1990's I learned that new construction in this county would legally be prohibited so this region would remain a forested village. Then the wife of the developer of the Unitarian Fellowship I grew-up in, Sue Kelly, was elected to the House of Representatives in Washington, D.C. She stopped that and only champions the causes of issues which affect property values; airport noise, lyme disease, etc.

In 2002, when I worked at The Vitamin Shoppe, my manager enrolled in Lehman College.

I began to question why I should stay. Convenient access to New York City is nice, but Manhattan is undrive-able. The train goes into Grand Central Station, and then the subway sometimes takes me to my destination, and by the time I arrive my feet always hurt.

In 2003 I learned that my local hospital was unusable. The emergency room could not diagnose a textbook/cookie-cutter/paint-by-numbers case of low estrogen and infection because they had personnel with fraudulent medical credentials. The New York State court told me it was up to me to prove that an ambulance must be received by a doctor.

And in 2004 I received the $3882. property tax bill. Something inside of me broke.

I have begun to take initiative on a new life in Connecticut. I have found a larger and cheaper house. I am in love with the photography. When I see it, I hope to fall in love again. If I play my cards foolishly, I should walk away with $200,000 cash and a smaller mortgage. If I play my cards well it should be closer to $300,000. And if the real estate market in this New York region is stronger than I thought...

I am in contact with the University of Connecticut anthropology program. They are researching if my GRE scores of 15 years ago are submit-able.

I would like to change the subject to my new neighbors who appear to be good people. A few days after the husband helped me with the pink desk, he was my customer at Staples. He complained that the thunder storm had caused his water to shut-off, but did not know why. Before they moved-in they updated much of the equipment in the house. He said he installed a surge-protector such that the whole system was shielded.

It was built in 1969, a few years after ours. The original owners, the Lawtons (real name Levines) installed seven telephone lines. In addition to that feature, they wanted maximum privacy. So they wanted their driveway to have a sharp curve built-in. My mother feared they would skid-into our driveway. So the builder built a compromise driveway. Larry Lawton never forgave my mother.

The house is built-into a hill. The rains came and destroyed the floor on the first floor. Larry is a civil engineer and dug ditches throughout the back and next to the driveway to divert the waters. In an act of revenge, he directed all water in front of our driveway. In the Winter, we always had an island of ice.

Another problem they had was with the septic tank. So he had it encased in concrete.

In 1980 Larry began attending the secret early morning, before worship, meetings at the Unitarian Fellowship with Stanley/Adolph Schicklegruber/Schweitzer/Hitler. Then, so the story goes, in May he murdered his wife and dog and committed suicide. We attended the funeral. There were no caskets. It was announced they were cremated. The Jews don't cremate aside from the fact that there were no urns. Their youngest daughter was in hysterics whereas the oldest, Carol Lawton Butler, was perfectly composed as she sat next to her husband.

Then Ann Aulicino filed a phony dog-bite complaint against the only individual who could identify Larry--our dog Rombo. She had no hospital report although she testified to emergency room care. She did have the advocacy of the town judge who was also the executrix of the Lawton Estate.

The house was on the market for a long time. One day the Cupaioullos bought it.

When Anthony and my mother first met, my mother began explaining the history of the house. As soon as he had a chance to speak he said, "I'm chair of the accounting department of Pace University."

As my mother worked at the New York State Department of Labor, she found an administrator of Pace who insisted he could never have told her that because it was a grotesque exaggeration of his credentials. I recently researched his credentials with the New York State Board of Regents, and found nothing.

In 1991 my mother died. They then stole my mail, found a stock certificate and dividend check for $5,000, cashed these in, bought a car and threw a party. Then the accountant could not understand why they had to pay it all back. They were just following Donald Trump's orders.

Then came the court dates with my former attorneys. There was a conspiracy to have a car accident with me. They still haven't figured-out how each time I drove past them without their noticing.

I took my daily bath. I emerged with my hair very greasy. I called work to announce I would be late and explained why. Cathy Sharkey, my nice boss, told me to change my shampoo. I did, and I changed the soap too.

Then, as the plumber was doing routine work, he noticed my cold water tank would soon need to be replaced. I decided not to wait because that must have been the problem.

Then the one year old hot water tank collapsed as a result of another neighbor constantly slamming a bat against the outside wall next to it. I was then certain the problem would be resolved.

I discussed the problem with a water-well repair-person. He said that wasn't the problem.

It was Saturday morning and I made an emergency call to the Department of Health who assured me that was not the problem.

My mother once commented that she never saw a sewage truck. I never did and I never saw a clean-up after it stopped happening. If it was their sewage, it could only have been resolved by plugging-into a neighbor's septic tank.

In 2003 I began having a trespasser on my property. It was of course, Larry Lawton/Levine--back from the dead. He was about to appear on 60 Minutes using the name Thomas Butler to explain he was not a biochemical warrior working with Bubonic Plaque and should not be convicted.

Last year the Cupaioullos put their house on the market. For three months there were no offers. They were desperate to sell for a reason I don't know. They dropped the price, I think by 10%. My new neighbors bought it.

Instead of accusing me of lying, why don't they pick-up a shovel and see to where their septic pipe goes.

My parents bought this house in 1966 at $30,000. The Lawton house was slightly less because it is a split-ranch. When I inherited the house in 1992, it was appraised at $240,000. After September 11th, 2001, property values skyrocketed as everyone ran out of New York City. In the Summer of 2002, when my neighbor's single-level ranch sold at $635,000 after having been on the market for ten days, I began to clean-out the attic. The real estate agent was my customer and she said she would market mine at $700,000.

The Cupaioullos sold at $565,000 after a three month wait for an offer. Approximately 10% below what they initially demanded, and 20% below what I suspect they should have received.

I have again been accused of lying--but in a very different context. This goes back over 15 years to before I graduated college and during my 30 graduate school credits.

I know what Prof. Eric Delson is saying. And like every other time anyone has ever accused me of lying, I have to beg for an opportunity to be listened to. And I can substantiate. I am sick of the routine. But I understand their brains are too inferior to ask for my side of the story. It isn't their fault they were born this way.

I entered college intending to major in physics. But the physics department of Lehman College of the City University of New York taught nothing, and accused us of not making an effort to learn.

It was my last semester as a physics major, and my first as an advanced anthropology student. Eric Delson was surprised to find me in his class, but the requirements were that I have three advanced credits in another physical science field. This was physical anthropology, and fit my schedule.

At the end of the semester, I changed my major to anthropology. And when I did, there were no physics majors left.

The following semester, I asked to follow-up with an independent study course. Prof. Delson resolved this would involve participation in his graduate class. It met at the American Museum of Natural History. After I sat through the first lecture overwhelmed, ashen-faced, and too frightened to move, he approached me and assured me that I would not be graded on the same standard. I remembered Scarlet lying on the ground crying and then standing-up.

Then came the moment which shocked everyone, especially myself. We were seated around a table in his office reviewing for the final exam. He placed a specimen in an advanced graduate student's hand and demanded he identify which species of monkey it was.

"Give this woman over here ten points," Delson said. Then he had me identify it.

Otherwise, as the end of the semester approached I was hostile, argumentative, and constantly verbally abusive. He patiently withstood it. The final exam came. As I sat down, I recited in my head a few more details. I was handed the exam and the first specimen for which I had six minutes to identify and explain my reasoning.

I had no knowledge of my condition until five minutes later when I looked up and saw Prof. Delson looking at me with extreme worry in his face. Then I had an idea. If I wrote down the features I saw, I could return to identify it later. Once I began writing, the crisis was over. The next time I looked-up at him, he was very relieved.

Then came time to apply for graduate schools. Delson assured me that if I am rejected, even though he was the admissions officer for the department of physical anthropology, I could take courses as a non-matriculated (i.e., non-degree) student. (This is the real open admissions which existed since my mother used this technique to enter the City College of New York. In simpler terms, everything else you hear is a political lie.)

Prof. Schneider, the chair of the department, assured me I could take courses as a non-matriculated student. I arranged with Prof. Warren Kinzey what term paper I would compose, and told him I would work on it over the summer as it is a year-long course and I wanted to deliver in the Fall so I would not have to worry about snow. He agreed.

In the Fall I went to register. Schneider said no, and told me "You should come in and see me for advise. I think you are in need of a really good advisor." And while we were conversing, Delson telephoned a few times. I don't know what they discussed but she had a good time laughing.

I pressured, and she finally hinted that she would allow me to take Kinzey's course only, but I would have to pay her personally at the end of the semester.

A few weeks later, when I went for her good advise, it was a one minute session in which she explained there is a nationwide reference guide of the location of all anthropological professors.

I went to the department of evolutionary biology. I worked primarily with Prof. Gary Nelson--chair of the ichthyology department of the American Museum of Natural History. Almost all of my courses met there.

Prof. Gallagher made every effort to help me achieve admission. But she explained, the first step is a B/3.0 average. Two problems existed. The first was my weakness in ecology. The second was the C- Prof. Delson instructed Kinzey to give me when the end of the semester came, the Summer past, and Schneider did not receive her pay-off despite the extreme tardiness of the professor's grade-submission. I stayed one more semester, reached 30 credits and could go no further. During this time, my grandmother contacted some of her university connections in Europe. My admission there seemed very simple.

You might want to ask should I have gone to another university in the United States. My mother was in the middle of the whistle-blowing scandal. I had also become sick, and there was some suggestion of cancer. And in five years I would inherit a household whose mysteries I fully understood because I never left it.

And now Prof. Delson has sent subliminal messages that he wants me to return to his department.

I don't know why they are so upset about my decision to sell the house. David Duchovny was planning on having me sell it to help pay-off his debts. They thought I should accept this favor he was offering me.

Donald Trump must be perplexed. He desperately wanted me to experience my inability to afford to keep the house so I would pursue him for his sexy money after he demanded of me never to pursue him for money. He went to the extremes of attempting to steal money out of the hands of my terminally ill mother and then attempted to steal the cash of the Estate. But I am not pursuing him, even though he insists that I should respect her by staying. Can he understand why I don't find him sexy? Can my Bible study group understand this after all the trouble they went through to encourage me to watch his television show?

As to my health, I am currently using the liquid form of St. John's Wort as a natural antibiotic. In the bathtub, I place one drop on each nipple with the hope it is going directly into the lymphatic system. Orally, I am taking one pill-per-day of

And, as part of my regular routine, one pill/week of Solaray's Acidophilus, and one package-per-week of Econugenic's Thymic Longevity Compound, as well an occasional oily vitamin E, 400 IU to treat the nose bleeds.

I am also applying the St. John's Wort fluid to the area of the alleged tumor. And every time the headache symptom surfaces, instead of taking pharmaceutical Advil I take a such an herbal pill. Other symptoms may be the vaginal discomfort which baffled two gynecologists, or the heaviness on one side of my body which baffled everybody. My appetite is in a five day cycle--from voraciously hungry to barely able to eat anything. I believe this represents an un-isolated hormone.

On another subject, they are attempting to convince me to stay in my current home by suggesting the harassment will stop if I do. To which I would say one rule I would like implemented is that anyone who owes me money cannot send subliminal messages to me. This includes Terri who still has not paid me back the $30 expense I incurred when he jacked the tire of my car. And this definitely includes Prince William.

They are looking for assurances that I am going to stay in my current home. What they have not done is told me how I am going to pay for it. So I am proceeding to pack. Currently, I am sorting old paperwork and found something fascinating.

My notes from the car accident of May of 1985--the first time my car was jacked.

As I explained on January 1st of this year, the rim came out of the tire as I was braking for two car parked in the left lane on the Hutchinson River Parkway. On January 1st, I remembered one of the vehicles as a Chevrolet. According to my notes it was a Datsun, today known as Nissan.

What I did not explain is how nice the police officer was. I now believe he was told to wait for us, which he did, but then defied Nazi orders in the way he executed the report.

My car spun around in the right lane and hit both cars on their sides. My Toyota had a small dent in the back with some damage to the right lamp. The back of the Datsun, which this part hit, was left shaped in the form of a triangle. The front-right-side of the Mercedes had a large dent.

But if you look at the police report, the Datsun sustained NO damage, and the front of my car was dented.

The insurance company of the Datsun attempted to collect from me, but stopped when I sent them a letter citing the police report. The Mercedes company did nothing. My mother assumed the woman was driving her husband's corporate car and henceforth, was not insured.

Doris Tananbaum

Pleasant Ridge Road

Harrison, New York 10528

23LAXN, New York State

Owner

Century Factor Inc.

444 Fifth Ave

New York, NY 10018

In tribute to my old high school days, I have decided to ask of Douglas MacDougal to please return to his wife, Sarah Latimer MacDougal.

It was before I was suspended from my employment at Lord & Taylor of Stamford, Connecticut for making my manager, Monica Christiensen, cry. There was a children's fashion for the employees before store hours. It was the children of the employees who were participants to help us understand the new fashions. It was Monica's day off.

Caitlin was the last on line. She must have been told earlier by her mother not to eat at home because she would eat at the store. When she arrived she must have been told not to touch the food.

In front of everyone, Caitlin asked her mother if she could have a bagel. Her mother gave her permission and watched as she ingested fatal food.

When I went to my department, I found Monica in casual clothes doing price markdowns. I had never before seen her there on her day off.

A few weeks later I was suspended. There was a meeting with Kathy McTigue, the general manager, and Deborah Walker Hauptman, the human resources manager. Kathy asked me to stop making the allegation that Monica poisoned my asthma inhaler.

I now believe that not only did Monica poison it, but security caught it on video.

Kathy also explained, out of context, how difficult it was to force her managers to understand that price markdowns was a priority.

Monica must have been poisoning our Saturday bagels and Sunday donuts. The fashion show was on a Saturday.

Just before my planned resignation I deposited personally with Kathy a letter explaining my upcoming resignation and that I was doing it because I believed the Jewish self-genocide had found its way into Lord & Taylor. I did not realize at the time that Monica was the grand-daughter of Adolph Hitler and Gertrude Weiskar. And I did not yet understand that Monica had poisoned the inhaler as the British Government was very frustrated I was still alive.

I was fired by Deborah for writing the letter. I told her the Constitution guarantees me freedom of speech. She said, "Not in here it doesn't." Deborah was a Saxon. You may wonder why she wasn't perpetually pregnant. She had an infertility problem and was trying to become pregnant. Because she is a Saxon, my guess is several abortions may have caused such.

I now know that by the time I wrote the letter, the massacre had occurred. I doubt if any of those children are alive. I know with certainty there was a very high cancer rate among the employees.

The subliminal information I received is that Monica was told by Kathy in advance of the fashion show NOT to come in.

There were a few other events which occurred at the time I fired my publisher in 1995 which I have not previously told you about.

As I explained, when I refused to pay for the damage billionaire Donald Trump did to my book, The New York Hitlers and Dorrance Publishing summoned my then employer, Linda Mallon--franchisee of 7-Eleven in Somers of New York, for a meeting. She agreed I should pay, although I don't understand why. They said they would never do business without specifying a reason.

I had an office job with her--doing low level accounting for her store. I decided if her philosophy is the victim pays for everything, and the perpetrator is thereby performing a favor, I would drive-up my in-house grocery bill. At the time I quit a few months later, it was over $500. It should have been more because she knew the problems I had with Donald Trump. While I worked for her, he arranged a car accident with me with phony witnesses. It still amazes me that I finally had him legally, and everyone ganged-up on me. The publisher insisted they had no other procedure for sabotage. I would like to herewith explain it to them:

She pressured me heavily to pay my grocery bill. I was able to dodge it because when she threatened to keep my last paycheck, I told her I would take her to court. And I withheld return of her beeper. If we had gone to court, I would have counter-sued for harassment and extortion conspiracy.

She continued verbal pressure. I did not tell her that I knew about the harassment conspiracy because I did not know if she would be arrested. I was in contact with the attorney general's office of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania and I knew they were preparing to arrange the arrest of the managing editor, Elizabeth House and of her assistant, Mara Addison. They were waiting for me to submit the paperwork which I never did because I resolved all issues on my own concerning the transference of production equipment.

After I left it eventually occurred to everyone that I may have sustained a pay-decrease with my new job and this may explain why I am not accepting the publisher's offered favor. So she offered me extra hours as a cashier. When I didn't contact the publisher to explain I had extra income, she withdrew.

In tribute to my old high school days, I have decided to ask of Douglas MacDougal to please return to his wife, Sarah Latimer MacDougal.

The issue of the $500 debt resurfaced at this time because in 1995, Linda stopped nagging for the money because, unknown to me, The New York Hitlers had promised they would one day recover it for her.

I would also like to remind Linda of one more thing. When she taught me to do the paperwork for submission to the parent company, she had me alter some figures. She explained it was because the system was structured against her and she was counter-balancing. It is a fact of accounting. And as I previously said, if I had been allowed the opportunity to negotiate with Donald Trump, I would have said, Pay $10,000 or face an open court battle as well as testimony before the Casino Control Commission.

This is a list of everything the Hitlers accused me of without acquiring my side of the story.

Now I want to know when is Linda going to pay me back the remaining $9,500? I am not her personal bank.

After all that, they wanted me to choose between David Duchovny and the book.

In tribute to my old high school days, I have decided to ask of Douglas MacDougal to please return to his wife, Sarah Latimer MacDougal.

In tribute to my old high school days, I have decided to ask of Douglas MacDougal to please return to his wife, Sarah Latimer MacDougal.

In tribute to my old high school days, I have decided to ask of Douglas MacDougal to please return to his wife, Sarah Latimer MacDougal.

In tribute to my old high school days, I have decided to ask of Douglas MacDougal to please return to his wife, Sarah Latimer MacDougal.

I visited Connecticut again yesterday. It was so amusing to watch someone in the donut shop try to convince himself of who I was. He kept finding for another excuse to come near me.

I had a 9 a.m. appointment with the realtor today to look at what we found on the computer yesterday. But at the bed-and-breakfast, I awoke in the middle of the night with a very upset stomach. I knew why. So I went home.

They seem to want me to stay in New York. But are not explaining how. They seem to be hinting that I should release the script again. I have continued to develop it, and there are some incomplete areas. There probably will be for years. But it would be fun to have some of your input.

I still don't know what happened the last time to the script. But I need to be certain it won't happen again. I think the problem is that no one can guarantee that.

At this time of 8 p.m., I decided to telephone the Dorrance Publishing directory. Neither Mara Addison nor Elizabeth House are on the staff.

It is good that they finally fired them. But I would like to advise them of one more thing. They allowed the company to work for Donald Trump for free, and should be made appropriately liable.

I have decided to run for President of the United States by write-in vote. My platform

In tribute to my old high school days, I have decided to ask of Douglas MacDougal to please return to his wife, Sarah Latimer MacDougal.

I hope my neighbor, the one who came when I was in the hospital, will accept my offer for Vice President. She is a social worker and we worked together on a campaign to elect her husband to the local school board. We lost.

During the campaign I just about moved into their home. One of his opponents was a local Presbyterian minister. The big issue was property/school taxes. Does more money equal more education after every budget hike worsened the problems, and after monies for maintenance and repairs were allocated twice? She suspected the opponent may live on tax-exempt church property. I was asked to research this in the local town office. I confirmed the reverend did. At the debate I was in the audience demonstrating no political favoritism. I asked: "My question is for all of you particularly Reverend Alcorn. How do each of you, as individuals, feel about your own school tax bills?"

What I would like to request of everyone who is a registered Independent is to contact your state Board of Elections and request the choice of words required to ask that our names be placed on the November ballot. I don't believe petitions are necessary. Rather, postcards--one signature-per-card--I believe would be more effective.

This is pursuant to the legal advise her husband--an attorney--gave me today as she is away.

I would like to ask of Wall Street to give my neighbor some encouragement as she makes this decision.

I need boots for Winter. Now is the time I want to buy these. I want to purchase German-made ones from Salamander in Chicago. As you already know, The New York Hitlers put out-of-business the Manhattan retailer after they unsuccessfully played a divide-and-conquer game with us.

In Nathaniel Hawthorne's attempt to understand drug-rapes in Puritan times, The Scarlet Letter, he uses the word cabalistic.

I don't find it a coincidence that this word is nearly identical to cannibal.

Ten million years ago the aquatic apes entered the water because of a depletion of land resources. The Jews remained by the water.

And I believe this explains why the breasts of these women cannot produce milk for their babies--hormonal imbalances.

Their solution is to force the United States taxpayer to pay the $1,000/year for baby formula for each of their ten children.

Today someone, I don't know whom, left at my register a very detailed, anonymous single-page/double-sided list of President Bush's environmental infringements. It won't computer-scan so I cannot reproduce it on this website. I will, however, enter the information into the PresViv/platform page. I would like to ask of everyone to take one issue and pursue. And please try to ascertain how many miscarriages and still-births each caused.

I would very much welcome more such input. However, on October 4th, the first day absentee ballots may be submitted, I intend to cease work on this page and return to other issues I neglected these past few months.

If you live on the East Coast of the United States, and have recently been feeling fatigued and have been having trouble eating or sleeping, that is the hurricane season.

It gave me such an uplift on Friday and Monday to see the stock market soar over 100 and then over 20 points.

While it is true that last night I had a talk with my manager, Chrissie, that I am suddenly becoming scared. I overcame that.

If I understand the subliminal information correctly, these paintings were executed by teenagers forced to work in a sweat-shop. They found the artist responsible for the set and are arranging for him/her to do the additional works I need for my script.

I have been doing a small amount of research and have observed that this warehouse, or its affiliated manufacturer, has been playing another game with the public in that it has been reproducing original paintings with the signature. The signature is typically omitted in prints so as not to confuse the consumer. The obvious exceptions, of course, are Monet, Renoir, etc.

If you will recall, the single bouquet, frame size 32 x 44 inches, is signed by M. Aaron, but the sales clerk told me it was a reproduction. According to the appraiser I hired, it is an original.

If you will recall the appraiser came to the house after I agreed to his fee of $100. Upon his departure, I began to write the check. He said there was no charge. What I neglected to mention in this diary is that I telephoned him a few days later asking for his business card. He became very angry with me and explained that the reason why he did not accept the money was because he did not "want to have anything more to do with it!"

If you are looking for a job in retail and anticipate a starting salary of $7.50/hour, and if you can wait to return to work, I would like to ask of you to try and negotiate for $10.

Why won't John Kerry and George Bush realize that the way they treat me is the reason why their daughters are whores?

If you haven't already seen them, two are twins and their names are Legs-Spread and Pussy-Out Bush. Kerry's is Hoe-John.

What the two presidential candidates and my employer, Staples, did was conspire to take my birthday money away from me. They did not know customers gave me gift certificates and that I have 3,500 American Express Rewards points to cash-in.

They also conspired, over two years ago, that my deadline to choose candidates would be on October 23rd lest my employment termination. If you will recall in the last presidential election I refused to vote because it was the only way I could stop the nagging. But a few months ago I warned my general manager that if my personal life does not exit the store, I will walk-off the job.

My house is valued at $700 - 800,000, minus the $420,000 mortgage. For $300,000, I could acquire a bigger house in Connecticut.

Mastercard

Visa

Other

$2,790

8,826

8,138

8,701

$11,345

15,701

3,943

9,662

3,849

$7,000

2,144

13,812

total

$94,911

$28,455

$44,500

$22,956

According to The New York Hitlers, this was incurred because I do not use store coupons so therefore the movie production company would not have been burdened by me with the issue of equal-pay-for-equal-work. This company pays any man $30,000 for a script which generates a one hour show. My script is 300 pages. Another Hitler explanation is that I did not accept the wonderful opportunity to work extra hours as a cashier to pay for the damage which a billionaire did to my property so I could keep my book publisher. A third explanation is that if I had allowed my prospective husband to sign his name to my script, he would have sold the movie rights to it with his authorship, and I would have become his financial dependent as he was married to someone else.

All of these wonderful opportunities would mean that I would not mind paying for the $500 in plumbing damage caused by Prince William, as well as the $1,300 transmission repair because he removed a piece of it. I would also not have been bothered by the $600 in damage for all the times he smashed the exterior window of my car.

I would have also been delighted to pay for the $800 (after homeowners insurance) damage caused by my neighbor's son in the year of 2000. After smashing the side of the house with a baseball bat everyday for a few years, plumbing damage resulted underneath the floor boards.

And at Lord & Taylor I should not have accepted the 10¢/hour raise because it made my manager, Monica Christiensen, cry. She could not steal daily, as well as cost the department $250,000 monthly in sales because she was drooling all over the men for sex, as well as finance the $10,000,000 debt of my prospective husband, while giving me this money. The ten million was an excellent investment as this well managed $55 million store would make-up for it with revenue as soon as he signs his name to my copyrights and provides them with free television advertising. Advertising is 100% effective all the time.

After I left Lord & Taylor I found another job which agreed to match the $9.10. But the Hitlers told them not to hire me. They wanted me to return to the department store and offer the return of the 10¢. So I accepted the job as a cashier in the pharmacy which paid $7/hour. This cost me $2,500. It would have been more except for the fact that after eight months they had me fired.

Then there are the expenses of the disease. I had a licensed/certified infectious disease specialist explain to my doctor that my lymph-edema is a delusional condition. And an unlicensed/fraudulently-certified emergency room physician interpret my high white blood cell count as a psychiatric disorder. She could not diagnose a textbook/paint-by-numbers/cookie-cutter case of low estrogen. And that resulted in its own expenses until one year later when I noticed the all three hospitalization bills were dated in the middle of the menstrual months of January, July and October. Then I made the long-overdue appointment with the gynecologist.

Then there is the fact that as punishment to me, my most recent employer did not issue monthly bonuses anytime in the past year. This is another $1,000.

Then there is the $5,200 annual school tax bill. Anyone in this Town who does not subscribe to the philosophy, more money is always better is labeled a child-hater. The more money went for door-to-door bus service for the children across the street, even though they miss school for every Jewish holiday. But the eldest's grades did go up--in the wrong department. At age 16 she was pregnant.

Then there is my property tax bill. The Hitlers brought all their Israeli friends to this country who do not wish to breast feed their babies. Because they are anti-assimilation, they do not mind handing me the bill for the $1,000/year/child baby formula costs.

	2001	2002	2003	2004
Albuterol	$371	$742	$218	$198
Amoxicillin	$166		$188
Compro		$179
Flovent		$269	$469
Metrogel			$70
Metronidazole			$32
Microgestin				$28
Nasonex		$83	$87
Provigil		$196
Serevant	$364	$505
Terazol		$143	$150
Valtrex		$1,172	$287
$5,917	$901	$3,289	$1,501	$226

It had been my hope that by this day I would be completely cured and declaring total victory as the inferior qualities of the gas-brains would be effectively proven. Although I can't say that now, I can predict that by December 21st I will be issuing this declaration. Five years ago all I asked for on my birthday was a new uterus and right lung. I received these for Thanksgiving.

Currently I am taking Solaray's St. John's Wort. As you already know, nutritionists believe from their experiences with patients that this is a natural antibiotic working on people misdiagnosed as depressants. I am also taking, of this same brand, Olive Leaf--a natural antibiotic, and Pomegranate. It is for intestinal parasites. Although I believe this disease attacked the lymphatic system and the nerves surrounding the intestines, this appears to be helping. My weight reached its peak of 204 pounds a few weeks ago, but the flexibility in my joints has greatly improved.

Over the past few months I have tried many remedies. One interesting herbal compound I learned about from a mailing list I was placed on is called Liposvelt. It is manufactured in Worscester, Massachusetts. It darkened the color of my urine thereby returning it to normal. Henceforth, my lymphatic system is no longer expanding.

I also found a very interesting website, Forever Health. It is owned by a husband-and-wife team from China who live in Georgia of the United States. They import herbal compounds from their native country. I found the Blood-Chi and Hyper Thyroid Chi particularly useful. Although the x-ray declared my thyroid normal in 2001, I believe there is the wide range of normal for the general population, and then there is my small range. It placed me in the latter and most of my 20-year-old insomnia problem is resolved.

As for the tumor, my research led me to believe this growth, positioned just above the vaginal cavity and clogging drainage of the lymphatic system, is biochemically similar to a wart. From there I found Dr. Scholl's Wart Freeze-Away. The instructions say not to use this daily or in the genital region. I broke both rules. Originally I only used it every ten days as instructed and gave this infection an opportunity to develop a limited immunity to this. I had a dream in which something was gripping me. I awoke to find it grew-back to its regular size. But since then, it has shrunk from its approximate size of one inch in diameter to a few millimeters.

And I find it no coincidence that the word wort is in the title of one of the Biblically oriented herbs helping me.

As for my asthma, I found myself out-of-work and not wanting to spend the money on an Albuterol refill. So I looked in the closet and found the Flovent of 2003 which I never finished because at the time I believed this pharmaceutical had done all it could. This time, I made new progress with it, and only require the over-the-counter asthma treatment as a supplement. I have been debating if I should see my doctor today and request a new prescription. But I have decided to finish this first. If there is a problem, the Albuterol should take care of me until I see him.

When I was a student at Lehman College of the City University of New York, there was an event which fascinated me.

I was studying in the library, when a man distributed his cards--one to each of us. It was a gift in exchange for the donation he expected to receive upon his return. The gift was an explanation of how a deaf-mute uses sign language to communicate each letter. There were 26 drawings of the hand-positioning.

I left my card for him to take back upon his return because I never carried cash on me in this area of the Bronx.

A few months later, I was leaving campus as he was arriving. I looked at him and thought to myself, He looks just like Fidel Castro.

(Archie Bunker of All in the Family called him Fido Castro. I like that better.)

I believe this deaf-mute routine was a cover for what he was doing--visiting the bursar's office for cash. Lehman College was in violation of New York State law in that it did not have a voucher system. So this type of theft was very easy.

At that time, Ed Koch was Mayor. As I once explained, I knew his commissioner of human rights, Andy Wolf. He did no such work as he received this salary. He owned the graphics business with which the student newspaper created its publications. I was once the editor-in-chief. He hated me for not letting him steal from our account.

At the time, the occupant of the White House was President Reagan. His VP was George Bush, Senior. Fido was going in-and-out of the United States freely. Did they know?

The Bushes have never explained what their oil interests are. Although we know the current National Security Advisor Condoleezza Rice has an interest in Chevron. And we know the current Vice President's interest is in Halliburton.

If you will recall, in 2001 I tried to market my book on E-Bay. It rendered Prince William impotent so it was forbidden. But they somehow had a bidder and found my former neighbor who purchased a book, Robert Leffler. We lived next door to each other for over 20 years and as a child, I often played with their children.

But it was never autographed. They needed me to perform such and waited for me to find them and magically appear. They already accepted the down payment and subliminally begged with me.

So they decided to try another technique. At Bible study, they had Lani Flannagan (i.e., Mrs. Dennis Thompson--British terrorist) leave me with her mailing label and subliminal instructions that I should deliver another copy.

I knew at that point Robert Leffler was al-Qaeda, although I never noticed it before.

I always understood he was in the insurance business. I now realize that was impossible. He was Monday-Friday/9-5. To sell policies, these people must work evenings and weekends and take some of their work home.

In 1987, my mother, as an employee of the Department of Labor/Unemployment Insurance Division, blew-the-whistle on possible embezzlement by her Cuban born boss, Margaret Herrera. She was then viciously harassed. One day, the district supervisor surprised my mother and offered her a leave of absence for three months. She called me and asked my advise. I felt it would be good for her. Then the Lefflers began their renovations of their house as they converted their well-built 1967 home, into an Anatefkan shack (i.e., Fiddler on the Roof). They believed they doubled the value of their home by proving they could do everything better. They moved each structural wall and replaced all the windows. In fact they devalued it. In 1997 they sold for $375,000. They should have received $425,000.

When I was a child, I could not convince my mother of one thing I witnessed at their home. Susan Leffler's father had a club foot. She insisted it must have been Robert's father because he too had such.

I now understand they were each a product of the same pre-natal biochemical weapon application.

I have been researching Gertrude Schweitzer on the Internet and found that an individual of such name was born in 1911 and is still alive.

I also found that a person of such name is living in Florida with her husband, Alfred.

There has been some suggestion that I should have selected Rudy Guiliani to be my vice presidential running mate. This is why I did not.

On Easter of 1998, there was a wedding set-up for me and David Duchovny. The X-Files had already signed a production contract with the Smithsonian Institute. Although they already signed three, and breached three because I complied with their procedure and asked for permission to copyright before submitting the script, they paid one million dollars three times. This time I would be successfully sexually manipulated into submitting the script. David assured them that on the wedding night he and his wife would beat me until I turned it over.

I was given no advanced notice of the wedding. The New York Times gave-up trying to inspire me to want a family and have children. I had already been fired from my $7.25/hour job which was the obvious reason I did not have a sex drive--I was obsessed with my pay check. They terrorized all potential employers. This was legal because President Bill Clinton decreed that the Constitution is non-applicable to issues of male impotence.

No New York State civil servant was willing to sign the marriage certificate for us for three reasons.

I still don't have the statistics. But that should be interpreted as good news. On November 02nd we acquired enough votes to secure the next election. I would like this to go on the record as the cheapest presidential election in history--$10/household. This includes the phone bill.

For the past few weeks I have had little or nothing to do. I am not returning to a life in retail. I would rather sell the house.

The Hitlers have indicated that I can have my favorite job--reporting on behind-the-scenes activity at New York museums such as Natural History. This is where I was student. I wrote a few articles for the student newspaper focusing on the anthropology department, Prof. Eric Delson in particular. The other departments of Lehman College were raging with jealousy. You may remember Delson? He was the one who invited me to audit his graduate course for undergraduate credit, and assured me that if I am not admitted into the City University of New York Graduate School, I can take courses as a non-matriculated student. Then he had me rejected, and told the chairwoman, Jane Schneider not to allow me to take courses. The biology department offered to help me, but then he assigned Prof. Warren Kinzey to give me a C- for the only course Schneider allowed me to take (in anticipation of a kickback at the end of the semester which she never received). Because a B is the minimum grade level pass-able, this pulled my average down for the few courses I completed.

Eric Delson is still an associate of the museum. And as Bush must have overheard as he monitors my phone calls from the White House, is nasty for no apparent reason. I nicely asked for the photographs he lent me for the one of the student articles I wrote. I wanted to re-create it as part of my job application. His tantrum began and I hung-up the phone.

I don't like to involve the Museum in this, but I have no choice. I am tired, very tired. Delson lived his life. Hopefully it will be over soon. He was 42 when I knew him. His heart attack days are upcoming.

Please do not make any contributions this Holiday Season to the New York American Museum of Natural History.

Otherwise, President William of Wales (WOW-p) has been interfering with my e-Bay packages. With nothing else to do, I have been purchasing fabric for future use in my hopefully future career. I have been paying as little as $6/yard, including shipping, for Pendleton wools, among other things. It has been fun. WOW-p had to ruin that too. The four sellers have 24 hours to deliver my packages or I will leave negative feedback.

As I stated before, I have my assurances from God that WOW-p will never be king. If WOW-p trespasses on my property one more time, he will have a date with my rifle. I won't shoot to kill, only to maim. So if you are a female dreaming about him, he won't have one much longer.

This was at the same time as my mother's whistle-blowing. Delson's wife, Roberta Marx Delson, is from Brazil, and, as I now understand, probably knew my mother's Cuban-born manager, Margaret Herrera Joblanski. Margaret would demand from my mother $25 for a day off, which my mother refused to pay. Or she would demand a portion of my mother's longevity bonus because it was her good reviews which enabled such issuance. Margaret, also in violation of civil service law, was an officer in her brother's book publishing company based in Cuba. I suspect he is Roberta's publisher of her materials on the textile industry, and other related publications. I also suspect Margaret is the daughter of Cuban dictator Fidel (Fido) Castro because of their facial resemblance. So who is Roberta, and how did she achieve United States citizenship? All we have to do is either deport her, or lock-her-up in Guantanomo Bay with her fellow terrorists.

I have nothing to do except constantly check on my e-Bay item which will be ending at 3:15 p.m.

I was beginning my junior year, still a physics major. It was registration day. I was in the room which was normally the cafeteria. There each department had its table set-up with a professor recruiting students. I enrolled in the advanced physics course, and then proceeded to other tables.

One of the requirements for this major was a few (I don't remember how many) advanced courses in other fields of physical science. The anthropology department was offering several, so I decided to take one. At such table was Prof. Joan Mencher. (At a later date I would take a course instructed by her titled, Men and Women; an anthropological perspective. I am certain you will have no trouble recognizing her influence on me.) I asked to enroll.

This was because they had to acquire five students during the first two days of registration. And these first such days were reserved for seniors and upper juniors.

I went over to the geology table because on my list was such on introductory course.

My face was ashen. A professor I never met before approached me and asked what was wrong.

As the class was about to began on its first day I found myself standing outside talking to the professor who taught the introductory physical anthropology course I took; Prof. Bruce Byland. He told me all about Delson's wonderful contributions to his field. It was with Byland that I once discussed the theory I had in gravitational physics. They later talked about me.

Everyone else in that class had basic geology. I didn't, and found myself overwhelmed by all the epochs of the Cenozoic era.

The cusps--the name for each protrusion on the chewing edge of each tooth--gave me even more trouble. I could not memorize all the names: protoconid, hypoconid, etc. On every exam I lost points on that question.

And then there were all the names of the super-families, families, sub-families, etc. I remember one lecture in particular. It was my understanding we were still working on the period of primate history 50 million years ago. But I heard him saying Hominid. It seemed impossible until he wrote it on the board; Omomyid. I would still like to meet the idiot who invented that taxonomic name.

A few days after the beginning of the semester I found myself being starred at by him. So I began placing my hand upon my forehead to cover myself.

I wanted to withdraw, not because of the starring contest but because I knew I did not belong there. But what would happen the next semester? And would my graduation be postponed because I could not fulfill this requirement for a physics major?

November 17th, the Friday before my mother's birthday on the 20th, eventually arrived. She had a good relationship with her supervisor and arranged the day-off. If we wanted to be together, she would have to go with me to school. During my noon class she would go to Manhattan to have lunch with my brother.

He was astonished. "Sure," he finally answered while looking down as he sat at the instructor's table.

He joked, "I don't know why your mother would want to spend her birthday in my class."

A few minutes before, our class of nine students was invited to join him later that day for a dining room discussion of the exhibit he co-coordinated at the American Museum of Natural History in 1985: "Ancestors". It was a landmark exhibit bringing together all the world's most famous human fossils. Worldwide, over 400,000 people journeyed to see it. You were probably there. During his lecture, I sat next to another student of his class and her mother. The lights were out as we looked at a slide show. I took notes for the student newspaper, although he knew nothing about my association with such. He explained how some professional (i.e., non-student newspaper) publicity helped him: "So I guess those media idiots are good for something."

Our mouths' dropped-open and my friend and I looked at each other. She pointed at my notebook.

"I was just wondering if us media idiots from the Meridian could borrow some of those photos?"

As he set up the slide projector he handed me a large envelop full of photos. I was delighted.

Then, instead of sitting with his feet upon the table, he stood properly next to the screen. He stuttered uncontrollably as he tried to explain the journey of Aegyptopithecus.

But he eventually relaxed and asked the class the name of the cusp he was pointing to. That was my hopeless department.

My mother looked at me. He looked at her hoping for help. I guessed wrong. Someone else guessed correctly and he did a brief review of the material for her.

As I look back upon these events, I realize the physics department should have contacted Prof. Delson and warned him of the arrival of this coo-coo bird's egg. It was the school which cancelled the alternatives to my alternatives while never providing me with the opportunity to go to a sister college for credits which could be transferred. Before that registration I believed four semesters to take three courses was plenty. After that day I knew that if I did not tough-it-out in a class in which I did not belong, I would not likely graduate on time.

On that first day of class, he circulated a form asking for our names, majors, and all previously taken anthropology courses. They were all either pre-med or anthropology with long histories. I took one introductory class. When he saw my name coupled by the word physics he looked baffled. After class he followed-up on his perplexity. I told him about the diversified course requirements and he told me he majored in physics. (At a later date, he told me he was also a collegiate editor-in-chief.) I should have also explained the bigger problem.

This was the second anthropology article of that semester. The first was about Prof. Byland. And it, too, was accentuated with pictures. His was the centerfold. A few weeks later I would receive a letter of gratitude from a person I never met; Chairperson Lucie Wood Saunders. A few months later I was seated in a room full of students and professors I did not know. An anthropology professor was representing another department he was associated with. The sociology professor complained while making large arm and hand gestures over his head dramatizing headlines: "We don't get the kind of publicity you do!!!! Anthropology department does THIS!!! Anthropology department does THAT!!!!"

Toward the end of that tough-it-out semester I changed my major. My previous history fulfilled the requirements for a physics minor.

And toward the end of that semester I decided not to let the last registration disaster repeat itself. I asked Delson if I could pre-register for classes. He immediately contacted Prof. Saunders who immediately prepared the form. But the only class he was teaching was that class on a graduate level.

And toward the end of that semester as the final exam was approaching, I decided the only way to resolve my confusion was to take a 36" x 24" canvas and create a diagram. I brought it with me on the last day. One of my fellow students suggested that we place it on the little terrace and that we should all go outside for a breath of fresh air frequently. I knew I could not do very well on the exam, but I was the only one to do a term paper. He gave me a B, which was generous.

During the winter solstice I telephoned his Museum office and asked for an independent study. He agreed. After a successful registration day I decided to go to his school office and see if he was there. He was. He explained that my course curriculum would be to audit his graduate class. I was glad to have a second chance.

I would like to return to the issue of the Thirteen Days of the Kennedy Administration. I believe the Russians were permitted into Cuba, and it was all just theatrics.

After my mother watched him lecture, we stood on the stairs and I asked her if she understood what I had been telling her about.

Delson may never understand all the problems he caused during my mother's whistle-blowing, in addition to added stress.

In the Fall of 1986, the only application I submitted was to the City University of New York Graduate Center. He had assured me that if I am not admitted that way I could take courses. We were relieved to only have that admission fee.

But from the beginning of my graduate school career, Prof. Jane Gallagher of the Evolutionary Biology program did everything possible for me. But after 30 credits, and an average just below 3.0, there was nothing more she could do.

Then my mother resigned from her job. Her insurances still covered because of her seniority with civil service--these were permanent. Because I was a full time student I was covered for no extra charge.

My mother was considering going to graduate school. Her job was no longer working-out and the labor market was drying-up. It was the correct time to re-train.

She had several arbitrations which met in Manhattan. The Graduate School and American Museum of Natural History became convenient meeting places as well as opportunities for her to attend classes. We considered a career for her in cultural anthropology and for me in physical. Or maybe she could continue her undergraduate training and go into the field history?

As an undergraduate I was assigned by Prof. Saunders to read the article written by Prof. Jane Schneider titled, "Peacocks and Penguins". It is considered a very important anthropological contribution.

Jane Schneider (NOT to be confused with Jane Gallagher) was the chair of the Graduate School anthropology department. I believe she was connected with al Qaeda. (And, as I have stated many times in this website, anyone I mention by name who wants to tell their side of the story and contradict anything I say may do so in writing. I will publish it in unedited form and apologize. No malice is intended.)

According to the article, many Italian women dress in black not just because of traditional mourning practices, but rather because of trade restrictions rendering fabric dyes inaccessible.

I never told Prof. Saunders this, but I showed it to a history professor of the Graduate Center. He thought it was funny. Italy never imported their dyes. These are derivatives of their agricultural industry.

I have spent the last 18 years trying to understand the mistake. And the only explanation I can think of is that Schneider never was in Italy as an anthropologist.

As the Targeted National Whistleblowers' Day is upcoming, I would like to repeat what you have heard me say too many times before.

The target is, of course, IBM. All such employees bury one child. There is always an excuse which is only 99% believable. For some children there is no birth certificates. This is especially true of teenagers who become pregnant with financial-dependency-mechanisms exactly nine months before they graduate high school.

Please ignore the Bush Administration's recent firing of a whistleblower against Boeing. The way we will handle that is to make a note in our calendars to remind Bush of this when his associate runs for his office.

It was in September of 1985 that I began Delson's course. He began starring at me. I covered my face. As he was lecturing he, without any transition, talked about the Ancestors exhibit. He was subliminally attempting to explain that he and Prof. Byland talked about me. And that Byland told him that I knew nothing about it. But I continued to cover my face. My thumb and forefinger were against my forehead, and the other three fingers were next to these. It was an effective shield.

He believes that the lecture about his exhibit was what trapped me. That wasn't it.

It was during a rare event that my face was not covered as I was leaning back in my chair. He was mechanically repeating material from the readings so I was not taking notes. I was wearing a brown corduroy suit my mother made. (Don't ask me to wear it for photography. When I went from age 20 to age 30 my hip and shoulder structures changed, and it went to the attic.) I noticed my slip showing and adjusted my skirt to cover it. He noticed this. I gave him a nasty look. But like any typical male, he ignored it. He spent the remainder of the class looking at my legs. But it would take me a long time to admit to myself I was beginning to respond.

Then came the lecture on Ancestors. Later that day I saw him emerging from another building dragging his luggage rack which was filled with papers and books. I called-out to him. Involuntarily, he turned around. I said, "Media idiots, hugh?"

I didn't let him finish. I asked to reprint some of the information from the circulated material. He gave permission.

Then we stood on the sidewalk. I looked at him against the sun as the wind blew my hair all over. He searched for something to say. Then walked-on to his parking lot across the street as mine was down the road.

He thought he said the wrong thing. And, of course, my mother was coming first thing on Monday morning to straighten him out.

As he lectured after reading it, he said to the class: "Look-up at me. Get your hands away from your faces." I did for a few seconds.

The following semester I took his graduate level course for undergraduate credit. Then I worked on a summer project so I couldn't forget everything I learned. I one day wore the pink dress with the matching hat.

He came in and saw me sitting there in his office. Like all his students, I had unlimited access. It was Grand Central Station in there. As he walked by me, he deliberately dropped his head to make certain I understood that the hat could not be used as a shield.

I had a few questions while he was on the phone with a media idiot. (This individual's article would eventually be given to us students to read because it was high quality material.) I was tired. With my arms crossed upon the table I rested my chin. After the end of the conversation he came over to answer my question. He stood not across from the table, but rather at the head of the table while I was on a wing. He leaned over attempting to read what was in the book. I thought he could not see it so I moved the book closer to him. Later that day I realized I may have missed an opportunity.

But you can understand why my mother and I decided that would be the outfit and pose we would use for the back of my book.

Then came the terrible year of 1987. It was a year full of arbitrations. He one day arrived at the Graduate School for another class I was auditing. It was not instructed by him, but he was a participant. He was stunned to see her. I had not given him any advanced notice.

Even if I had known she was going to be there, the dates for everything were changed so many times, I probably would have decided not to bother him with such an unlikelihood. Arbitrations were constantly postponed. Although this was not an arbitration day.

I don't remember exactly which day this was. It was either the time she was suspended for three days for failing to take illegal orders. Or it was during her leave of absence. We had advanced notice of the former, before those dates were changed. We had no advanced notice of the latter. She had been in contact with the Inspector General of the Federal Department of Labor and asked if she could apply for a job with them. She could, and all job postings were on Fridays.

She awoke that morning and heard a good weather report. "Let's go," she said. She drove. She dropped me off at the Graduate School and she parked the car. She went on the subway to the World Trade Towers. I was auditing a genetics class for undergraduate credit. Then we had lunch together in the cafeteria. Then she attended the other class in which Delson participated.

As we waited for that class to begin we stood by the elevators. He arrived. His eyes bulged and he dropped his book-bag on the floor and handed me the book I had been looking for. As always, he had something to give me in front of her.

Dear Terri Bouricius;

You are cordially invited to Christmas Eve at the home of Vivian Lehman. Please respond by December 23, 2004.

We can have Christmas Eve together, and your mother and I can watch Die Flèdermaus as we did almost 30 years ago. And at the end she said she would never be seen in a public theater with me because of the way I laughed uncontrollably.

In exchange for this information, I would also like to hear on the radio Vanessa William's version of Hark the Herald Angels Sing.

In the Fall of 1985, I took my first physical anthropology course with Delson. In the Spring of 1986, I audited his graduate course for undergraduate credit. It was held at the American Museum of Natural History in Manhattan.

It was the first day of class. I arrived without a notebook or folder. I forgot all about these things. A student of his escorted me from the elevators to his office. He eventually arrived. I wore a large brown coat. I tried to position it on my chair such that its corners were not on the floor and I had enough room to sit. He saw the struggle, and went to acquire a coat rack.

I sat very near him, facing him, with the pad he provided me. He delivered his first lecture explaining the course requirements. I did not move. I wanted to sneeze. I cajoled myself not to. In my very pale condition he sat on the counter in front of me later and explained I would not be graded on the same standards as everyone else. He provided me with my first reading assignment and a folder. I also explained that I had a scheduling conflict.

He nicely chastised repeatedly, "Why didn't you say anything when I asked the class?!"

One course requirement was to formulate synopses of professional articles for the other students--three essays-per-week. The class met once-per-week, on Tuesdays. I once formulated these, and found it too time consuming. I talked to him explaining that I am struggling to keep up with them, and can't also be their provider. He agreed that was too much.

The semester was full of other challenges. My first class on Tuesday was Physiological Psychology. Although this would not satisfy any requirement, it was with the professor with whom I took an introductory class in this field; Walter Ritter. He is beyond excellent. This met on campus. From there I would jump into my car and drive to the Museum. One day it was a Jewish holiday. There were people everywhere. I finally parked the car a few blocks down and ran to the Museum. I asked a desk clerk to key the elevator to the fifth floor. She was very busy and did not turn the key correctly. I went to the fourth floor and back. I arrived ten minutes late. He had everyone, including the guest speaker, wait for me. He gave me his seat. I sat down and opened my coat. The corners were on the floor. He finally sat next to the guest. Near the end I gave him a helpless look. He looked at the guest with a big smile.

If the class finished on time, I would drive back to campus for an art class. This met twice-per-week. I needed three credits in this subject to graduate. Including that semester, I had three semesters to accomplish this. At one time, this appeared to be plenty of time. Now I wasn't taking any chances. I explained the situation to the art professor. He said we will see how well I do, and if he couldn't give me a passing grade he would issue an incomplete. I would then repeat the course the next semester. I received a B without needing the incomplete.

Delson pressured that I take a biology course. I did not want to dissect anything. Although Jean Bouricius assured me there would not be a problem. She said that for her first biology class she selected a male as a lab-partner calculating that he could do all the bloody work. But he was doing everything wrong so she did it. Her career went from there. That did not convince me.

My fourth class was an independent study archeology course with Prof. Byland. For a degree in anthropology, one such advanced course is required. I decided not wait until it was offered. As part of this, I went on an archeological excavation in upstate New York every Saturday. I agreed to go a few times as part of the course. But found myself there the entire semester. My mother joined the deficient staff. Although she never wanted a career in this field she decided this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to witness such an event. It was for a family who accidentally found a cemetery in their backyard.

The fifth class was an advanced anthropological course in forensics. I took that.

The graduate class progressed. He assigned me a few readings which I could not handle because of the advanced biological material. I assumed he was punishing me for defying his orders to take a class in biology. Before the next class he handed me a book on osteology and showed me the diagrams asking if that was what I needed. It was. And I found it very useful for my forensics class. And Prof. Byland did not mind applying it to our archeology.

One day, after class, Delson and I were talking and he explained he was giving a lecture for the general public. He gestured toward his desk behind me where the circular was open to the list of public lectures and his name was highlighted. He wanted me to go. I didn't know. My mother later told me I had to. Without me, she explained, he could not lecture. I arrived on that evening to learn that my name was not on the list of complimentary guests. I stood outside the theater and explained the situation to the clerk. They had him come out to meet me.

We entered and the dialogue repeated itself. I yelled my repetition, and later felt guilty. He was about to speak before 300 people. I should not have done that.

The class eventually realized what they were in the middle of. It was probably the third or fourth session when I stood next to him talking to him as the class was seated around the table. He had his back to them and I faced him. I was looking at him. One after another they stopped talking and looked at me. The last one to stop talking was just behind him. She turned her head as far around as she could to see what it was. At later dates, when we began our dialogue, they often ran-out. If they couldn't, they just remained motionless with helpless faces.

The following semester came. I didn't need to pre-register for his class. I arrived for registration and found he had already entered it. I never had to say anything. It was on Human Evolution. The anthropology department offered osteology. I took that. For neither class did I do much homework. I already learned it all the semester before.

I needed three credits in linguistics. More than five people enrolled in that course and I was one of them.

I needed three credits in ethnography. They offered nothing. Chairperson Saunders gave me an independent study which we continued into the next semester. The sequential course was about ethnology. It was the beginning of the book and eventually the script.

If I was Osama ben Laden, I would have planned the attacks of September 11, 2001 to occur around 4 p.m. This way everyone could see it on the evening news.

But if I was he, and was relying on a contact at the Hayden Planetarium of the American Museum of Natural History, I may have to settle for 8 a.m. This is a time in which this person could arrive unsuspiciously at work, before the arrival of the general public and most scientists.

My mother blew-the-whistle in the Fall of 1986. In the Spring of 1987, I took another independent study course with Delson which, of course, met at the Museum. This was about European Paleolithic cave art.

During this semester, he sent me to pick-up a copy of an article from another scientist whom I never met. He called in advance and then I walked downstairs. The scientist used a tone of voice with me which no one ever has. He abusively treated me as if I was a servant, although few people treat their servants that way. In addition to the article I needed to copy for myself, he handed me a collection of other things. It took a long time, but I finally returned to Delson's office.

I have never understood his hostility, but I now believe it was connected to his British accent.

In addition to the international issue, there may have been a personal rivalry between him and Delson which, perhaps, Delson never understood. I would like to help him.

Long before this happened, my mother suspected this scientist was stealing from Delson credit for work performed for the Museum.

If she was correct, one possible explanation may be the usual reason I do not have to explain to you. You have already experienced the co-worker who acquires all the statistics while you do all the work.

When Delson gave his Ancestors lecture, he explained a problem with the Indonesian Embassy which I do not remember the specifics of. He assured his audience that the Embassy was mistaken. He knew this because his father, Robert Delson, was the attorney for this institute.

In the Spring of 1986, I took my first independent study with Delson which was the auditing of his graduate course, and a few months before the whistle-blowing. The day of the final exam came. There was another meeting taking place in his office so we were moved to the conference room next door. He handed us the exams and we began work on it. Then he changed his mind and moved us back.

This was the second time I was beginning the exam, but the first specimen I was handed for identification. I was completely dysfunctional for the first five of the six minutes I had for this task. I had no knowledge of my condition until I looked-up at him and saw his terrified and upset face. Then I had an idea. If I wrote down the features I saw I could return later and identify the genus. Once I began writing the crisis was over. The next time I looked-up at him he was very relieved.

I did not have lunch, even though he had talked to me more than once about this issue. And I would guess it was the middle-of-the-month--lowest level of estrogen.

I don't know how I know that I was in shock for the time period of five minutes. And I don't know why I looked-up at Delson. I assume he must have announced that we had one minute remaining of the six minutes allocated. But I don't remember this.

For the next few days I had long term concentration problems and never finished the term paper for him, although I finished other papers for other professors.

On a related but different subject, I would like to make one clarification as to my spelling. The media spells his name Osama bin Laden. I spell it ben. This is because I believe his real name is Benjamin.

The United States Government is often confused by the many different names these Moslems have. But it is their Jewish name which their families address them by and, henceforth, is their real name.

As to Robert Delson, my professor's father, I now understand why the British hate him. The information page of the website aiccusa.org explains everything.

As I write this, and the spy satellites are looking over my shoulder, I know that Delson has been very frustrated these past few weeks in that when I turn-on my computer, my bargain fabric hunting on eBay comes first, he second. And he wants me to not write about all the unpleasant events. For that I say, he must first assure me these will never happen again.

For my last semester as an undergraduate, I took another independent study course with him on European Paleolithic cave art. He lent me a mountain of books. This was nice. When I left the house to drive down to the Museum to deliver my term paper, I walked passed these and entered my car. When I arrived without them, he viciously said, "Returning those books is a pre-requisite to passing this course."

It was wrong of me to do that. And I can't make any biochemical excuses. But what he did next was complain that a $20 book disappeared from his office. This annoyed me because he just rejected me and then complained about what one of his admitted students must have done to him.

During my three semesters officially in the Graduate School, his primate course was again offered. I asked him if I could take it. He declined. I will never forget his viciousness. I later learned it was cancelled because not enough students enrolled. I enjoyed that. He needed me more than I needed him.

The only anthropology course I took was a two semester seminar for which he gave me a C-. There I met all the students he admitted instead of me. I remember them well. One was female and withdrew after two months. Another was viciously verbally attacked by all the professors during his presentation. And the third presented a synopsis of his master's thesis from another university.

As I took courses in the biology program, I quickly learned not to say that I was an anthropology student. These people had a terrible reputation. From the biology students I learned much. I am grateful. And the professors did all they could to accommodate me--up to 30 credits.

These past few days, Prof. Jane Gallagher has been subliminally pressuring me to tell you one thing which happened. She still feels guilty. She shouldn't.

It was my third and last semester. They offered, for the first time in their history, a class to prepare students for the exam which must be taken after 45 credits. Gallagher taught it. We were handed a large pile of previously administered exams. The first assignment was to do the first part of each--definitions of scientific terms. This was easy for me because on my train rides I studied glossaries of any book which sat on my lap. It was the only thing I could study. Intense reading gave me motion sickness, aside from the fact that I could not spread-out papers.

Then there were questions which required extensive write-up. We had to present to the class two. In the middle of the semester, I was one of the few who presented one and the only of the class to select my second. But no one would be presenting in the next class, because we would have a guest speaker. Although he was undergoing surgery to remove wisdom teeth, for someone over 50 years old it is as easy as for a teenager.

She didn't want to answer. I thought for a second and agreed. As difficult as it could be, I would be done with all homework for that course. I would enjoy that.

The next day I met her in another class I was taking. It was another seminar. She was not the instructor but, coincidentally, the guest speaker. I went toward the back of the class where snacks were served. She blocked me, with a guilty face.

What she doesn't know, is that when I arrived for an earlier train on Friday, I suddenly realized I had no cash on me to purchase a train ticket. I heard it once on the news that a credit card could be used for a cash advance. So I walked into the first bank I saw and acquired money. I was early enough for the earlier train that even though the phone line disconnected, I had enough time to acquire $50. I sometimes wonder what she would have thought of me if I had arrived late.

The presentation was about species concepts: evolutionary species, biological species, etc. I gave a long list. She noticed I missed one; chronospecies.

My last class was in January of 1989. It was also a seminar which met at one of the theaters of the Museum. Jane Gallagher was the administrator. My mother went with me, although I don't remember why she was in the City that day.

We entered. Prof. Gallagher brought her husband. Everyone was introduced. My mother and I piled-up our coats on the chair between us. It was the worst lecture I ever attended. With my head leaning upon my hand upon the coats, I fell asleep. I awoke in the middle and anxiously looked around. Not for my mother, but rather for Jane.

She was slouched into the next seat. So I went back to sleep. I can't tell you what it was about because I don't think the speaker knew.

I began writing this entry into the diary around 8 a.m. this morning. It is now afternoon. I have been thinking much. The co-coordinators for Ancestors were John Van Couvering and Ian Tattersall. The latter is whom I suspect. He was born in England, raised in East Africa, and researched in various regions of the world including Vietnam and Yemen. As to the former, I cannot find any information. But I suspect it is a Dutch name. In addition to this project, the three co-authored many books.

Robert Delson blew-the-whistle on human rights violations in Sumatra of Indonesia. This country was once occupied by the Dutch, but the British competed for control.

My guess is that Eric Delson did all the work for those projects, and had to allow these two to co-sign their names.

In early 1986, after I began auditing the first graduate course, Delson one day handed me a package. It was an inter-office envelope. He was never on campus. He asked me to deliver it to a certain office. I checked to make certain the string was properly wound and, henceforth, the package was closed and I could not loose any of it. He explained it contained his résumé.

As I drove home I passed the exit to the college. Should I stop? But I hadn't eaten lunch and wanted dinner. So I went straight home. We ate dinner and after I thought about what was in my car. I went to get it and returned to find my mother sitting in her bedroom. I explained what I had.

She almost went directly into the attic, and criticized me for not mentioning it before. "He's leveling with you," she explained.

Of course, there was his birthday. This is how I knew he was 42. I was 19. We also noticed the date of his graduation from college; 1966. So while I was in diapers, he was beginning graduate school. It was a long list of single-authorship publications. She said she never saw anything like this. At a very young age, he became a research associate of the Museum, and a full professor. I now understand it came with a price.

In mid-1986, after I finished the auditing of the first graduate course, Delson and I were sitting across from each other in his Museum office talking about my summer project. All of a sudden the door opened and a fat slob with stringy hair walked-in. I wondered what that was.

All of a sudden he gestured toward her with his hand and said, "Vivian, this is my wife Roberta Marx Delson..."

Delson never explained why he married her. In all the lectures he gave, he never talked about how they met or any particulars about their marriage. It seemed very strange.

At another time, I don't remember when, I was in his Museum office and I observed him carefully verifying his paycheck. Of course I understood such necessity. But there was something strange about his anxiousness. I knew he was a full professor which paid approximately $70,000/year. And I assumed the Museum paid him a nominal fee. And I assumed he had some book royalties. He must have had a six figure income. And he had one child who was not yet in college. And he lived in an apartment in a region with low property and income taxes. And he did not support his parents.

After I took his graduate level final exam, I had to write an essay for the forensics class, which was that final exam. I also had the term paper for archeology. I decided to do the paper for Delson last because I already submitted something.

As I was working on the essay, I found myself dissatisfied with the organization. I suddenly ripped-it-out of the typewriter and stormed into my room. As I stormed my mother asked me if I was alright. I yelled NO, then entered my bedroom, and slammed the door behind me. I finally returned to the study and kept jumping up-and-down. "Vivian, you're not working!!!" So I sat still for a short while.

The dog did not go near me. She would usually snuggle next to me at the typewriter.

The first day of summer school arrived. I was nasally congested and stayed home. I assumed it was allergies. Now, I don't know. I took the mandatory speech class. I would have taken this before but these classes were always fully booked. I also took the mandatory middle-level English class. I would have taken this before but everyone had to take several exams to establish which class(es) were required.

Delson always pressured me to take biology and more geology. As I look back, this could only have been possible if I had surrendered the final two elective courses I took with him. That which I took in the Fall of 1986 was about human evolution. I did not need that and the two primate classes I previously took. The Spring of 1987 was an independent study about cave art. That did not satisfy any requirement for either the degree or the major.

The first Museum class was the best. As difficult as it was, there was something about that place that made this the happiest time of my life.

In the middle of the semester we were seated around the table, as he stood at the head. He was opening a package. Everyone wanted to know who it was from. He decided to let them guess. He tore-off the shipping label and placed it into the garbage to his left. As I sat to his right I moved the garbage next to me. He saw this and grabbed it back. We had a tug-of-war.

I grabbed it back. By then I knew where to look. I extended my arm away from him and read the information aloud.

He insisted on having the last word: "You could tell it was from (him) by the way it was wrapped."

During the summer a game evolved between us. One day I would wear pink, the next red, then white, and then pink-and-blue. He had to buy many shirts to answer me. What he did not know was that my mother was making the clothes to keep-up with it.

The following semester came and I took his Human Origins class. I sat in my usual place with a room full of ten students. I wore a pink-and-blue homemade hat. He placed his books on the instructor's table and looked at me. I slowly lifted my eyes toward him and when these met we lit-up.

I believe the name Roberta Marx Delson is phony. This was formulated to enable her to sign Robert Delson. We need to know her real name.

Another interesting fact is that ten months after the alleged Museum risen attack, my 13 year old cat was dead of liver cancer. And I then developed an internal growth originally speculated to be cancerous.

On a related subject, in 1999, I surprised everyone when I calmly reacted to my doctor's suggestion of cancer in my right lung. This was because this was not the first time a doctor had used the word cancer with me. The first time I panicked, the second time I did not.

On the website unesco.org, a page can be found discussing Dr. Ian Tattersall. In this you will find a photograph of an exhibit at the American Museum of Natural History of a reconstruction of Lucy and her partner. Please take note of the fact that this 3.3 million-year-old Australopithecus specimen is featured to have full-bodied fur. The Aquatic Ape Theorists have a different opinion--it was already lost.

Equally important, is a photograph of Ian Tattersall. Please call the FBI if you recognize him in connection with terrorist activity.

When I arrived for the final exam, just before the risen attack, this was the seating arrangement in Delson's Museum office:

We went into the conference room next door and began the exam. When we returned a few seconds later, I was the last one. My delay was caused by the fact that the student who was British spoke to me briefly. Henceforth, this student(s) was given instructions by someone, probably Ian Tattersall. And the woman probably placed the risen on the chair. I went home, and the cat eventually slept where I sat.

On another subject, it is my understanding that some of you want us to observe Kwanza. I have no background in sociology and can't involve myself.

And on another subject, the ABC show Regis and Kelly will be broadcasting tomorrow from Walt Disney World.

If you will recall, when I introduced the subject of child slave labor in my Targets, some of my students researched the Disney Company and learned that it uses such workers for manufacturing.

And please also take note above of how many names include Ibrahim. That is Abraham.

The first day of the graduate class I audited for undergraduate credit occurred eight days before the semester officially began. So when I arrived at the Museum, I had no notebook or folder because it had not yet occurred to me to visit the bookstore. Although I did know about this two weeks in advance.

Then came the readings he assigned which I once believed were motivated by his interest in punishing me for not taking biology. To prove I was wrong, he lent me the book Digging Up Bones, by Brothwell. It is the most thorough book ever written on osteology. I wish I had it five months earlier. But no one called him to explain my scholastic problem and I never took the initiative.

The following semester I took a course in osteology. I assumed more is better on this subject. I eventually realized this book is more than I could ever need.

During this independent study semester, I took another such course in archeology with another professor, Bruce Byland. As part of it, I agreed to go on a local excavation a few times. I went the entire semester and my mother joined. At the end of the year I wondered how the professors knew to whom they should give a grade. At the site, I asked one of the other professors about it. He gave me an A. He also told me Delson was insulted and asked me to straighten it out.

A few days later I called him at the Museum office. I wanted to begin a summer project.

As I explained he issued a deep sigh of relief repeating the phrase I see. He informed me he had called the transcript office and complained about the disorganization. He wanted to give me an A-.

One year later I took my second independent study with him. I assumed he would again have me audit his graduate course, but he kept chasing me out of his office every time it was about to meet. I eventually noticed the tall, young bachelor. But he wasn't my type.

One day, as we sat alone in the office, we were discussing the cave paintings of the European Paleolithic (e.g., Lascaux, etc.) and I attempted to speculate on who the hunters were.

I entered graduate school and found myself in the biology department. He refused to admit me and the anthropology chairperson refused to allow me to take classes. A few weeks into the semester I was at the Museum library. By coincidence, he was there also. I could tell from his facial expression he thought I was there waiting for him. It was more than I could take. Did he know what the chair had done? Was it his idea, or hers which was eventually relayed to him? Or maybe he didn't know at all?

He left the library. I decided I vent to some rage. As he walked down the hallway, before entering the exhibits, I called to him, "Dr. Delson!"

He turned around, glowing with love. "I said hello to you before but you didn't hear me..."

I yelled, "Thank you so much for not explaining to me that it is against Jane Schneider's policy to allow me to take classes as a non-matriculated student."

On a related subject, the FBI is beginning investigations on Ian Tattersall and the Jack of Clubs. It is my understanding that the Delsons refused to talk and provide the necessary information. But the images on the evening news of the giant earthquake which today struck off the coast of Sumatra appears to have changed their attitude.

On another subject, this morning I called a lifelong friend and fellow member of the Unitarian Fellowship. (There is nothing wrong with her phone number. (See discussion of phone numbers in 2003.) She is a real estate agent. She will be marketing the house for me. No one understands why.

They don't let me hold-down a job. They give me a list of the fabrics I need to buy for my new job which I never receive. And everything else.

During the first semester, we had our first quiz, before any exam. We had to write the list of all the epochs. When we received these back we were told everyone did well except one who did it upside-down. I wondered who the dunce was.

During the semester I did the article about him. At his lecture in the administrational dining room, he distributed a copy of the first chapter of the companion symposium book on the exhibit. It contains all the information in the form of articles. In its beginning is an explanation of the history behind the formulation of Ancestors. And in this was a list of the technical names of all the fossils. That is, the species and numerical denotations.

I decided to take the initiative to do an evolutionary chart. You may have noticed it is referenced in the article as appearing on page six. But when he came into class that morning he immediately declared a few mistakes were made. One he mentioned. I don't remember what it was. The second was unmentionable.

At the end of the class I stood outside as he pushed the little cart with all the specimens. I had a question about my term paper. He asked if I had a chance to look at the pile of articles he gave me. I had. Then as he was walking down the hallway I demanded to know the other mistake. He looked around and saw I was talking to him. Then he walked backward and stood next to me eager to hear my question. By that time I had finished my question and it finally processed through the language centers of his brain. He opened the newspaper, laughing, demanding to know if that is the mandible as I described.

But of course, if the book Digging up Bones had been placed in my hands by then, this would not have happened.

But I can't blame him for that. If an advisor had been available at registration, or if the physics professors had not been alienated form their students and had telephoned him in advance, this would not have happened.

Everyone seems fascinated with Delson's sigh of relief. So I will tell you the rest of the story behind that. Although I must tell you I am betraying a trust. But the professor who confided this in me has retired. I hope he doesn't mind.

I was at the archeological excavation in upstate New York when I learned about the grade issue. The professor said, "Don't ask!!! Don't ask!!!"

Delson telephoned a clerk in the transcript office and yelled endlessly. Among the choice words were, "What are you doing behind my back while I'm at the Museum..."

She telephoned this professor to explain what happened. As she tried helplessly, this professor asked her, "Was he an agitated son-of-a-bitch?" She confirmed that as the best way to describe it.

Adolph Hitler was/is a United States citizen for at least part of his childhood.

The radical Islamic Iraqi government of Sadaam Hussein included a leading evolutionary theorist of the American Museum of Natural History who was born and raised a British citizen. As expected, he is a textbook Saxon. As was unexpected, the Hayden Planetarium was involved in the attacks of September 11, 2001.

Earlier this year Monica Christensen was permitted by Lord & Taylor to murder another baby. The story is that her co-worker, a fellow manager who was the mother to this baby, took a few pain killers. She did not place the cap back on the bottle, and she did not place it back in the cabinet. The baby acquired it. The pills never dissolved in her mouth, but rather choked her to death one hour later in the emergency room. The police department thought this was a likely story, and did not arrest anyone. If they performed an autopsy on the baby, we would know what biochemical weapon she is working with. But this does not concern the anti-abortion, pro-child, pro-life, White House Administration.

And I would like to reconstruct the life of the sales associate of Victoria's Secret who fantasized about killing me violently.

Of course, this was my fault. But that isn't the irony. A few weeks after I discussed this on this website, she returned to Staples as my customer. I did not recognize her. As procedure for any customer, I looked at her name on the credit card and thanked her by name. She thought my intent was to memorize and print the information. She jumped back and placed her hand upon her heart. I believe this gesture meant, The child is my responsibility. Then I recognized her.

I have also been thinking about the co-worker at the Grand Union Supermarket who pressured me to seek psychological help not because she thought I needed it, but because the store executives offered a financial award to anyone who could convince me to pursue this. This was at the time David Duchovny was waiting to sign his name to my copyrights and pay-off his debts thereby satisfying his wife. He was growing impatient. The co-worker was named Linda Griffin. She was dating an alcoholic boyfriend who experienced driver's license revocation. She once became very angry with me when I suggested he work for us part time. She said I was unsympathetic to alcoholics. According to her, they cannot work. I did not argue, and never mentioned it again. She was $30,000 in debt. At the time I could not understand why. As the assistant bookkeeper working under an old union contract, she had a good salary as she lived with her mother. Did she lend him her credit cards, or did he steal them as she submitted?

One week before the National Whistleblowers' Day of December 21st, President Bush awarded the Medal of Freedom to three officials who were likely targets. So I had to declare the Epiphany as the emergency National Whistleblowers' Day which will target the military. If you can access any military official who is about the blow-the-whistle, please contact him/her and offer emotional support. Please remind all attorneys, real and fake, that the whistleblower need NOT be correct, only reasonable. And that a request for an investigation is NOT an accusation.

		Delson

I will be here.	Woman	Man