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May 28, 2008

Do you want to see a cat cry or pounce?

HALLIBURTON CO

48.90 up 0.78 1.62%

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The format on this page changed. This is because I had a computer crash two days ago. I had to perform a system restore. This has happened before, no problem. But this time, I did not have my FrontPage 2002 software with me. At the time of the ejectment, I decided to keep with me the disc for the $36 printer. Sometimes, I don’t know what is wrong with me.

Anyway, the Microsoft Works came with the computer. I am trying it this way, and hope it works.

This page’s hyperlink, DeleteHalliburton, only exists on page 2008. I will worry about how to fix it later. The way I fixed it today is that I used a public computer. I downloaded 2008 onto Word 2007, added the hyperlink, and saved it as an .html document. I then e-mailed it to myself.

During the transfer all of the graphics were lost. I will fix it later.

In the meantime, let’s try an experiment. Take down Halliburton at the rate of 1% of its value per day, and let’s see what happens to oil and gas prices. I predict these will decline.

Friday May 30, 2008 late evening

I am watching the Spelling Bee. The female who was just disqualified did give the correct pronunciation.

The last letter of the French word she was assigned had an e at the end with a French accent mark; é. This requires a second e at the end if one does not use the accent. She added a second e. They only wanted one e.

She is correct. I want her reinstated.

Saturday May 31, 2008

Above was the message I tried to transmit last night during the Spelling Bee.

But I am still learning the modified system.

Otherwise, I can’t convince Wall Street to quash Halliburton.  So let’s try something else.

Let’s return to the practice of asking of everyone too young to vote to find and adopt a corporate executive.  Write that person a letter and explain very nicely that you are looking forward to a productive working relationship.

In 2004, one result was that a group of students learned that the Disney Company has been using child slave labor to manufacture their goods.  They received news coverage, and when I didn’t respond immediately, they took it as an insult.  It wasn’t.  It is just that everyone gives me a long list of things to do and not everything gets done.

But I have an idea for a possible remedy.

The tween who plays Hannah Montana appears to be a respectable individual who comes from a respectable family.  She and her father are employed by the Disney Company.  I believe her name is Miley Cyrus and she does not appear to be the type who would willfully participate in any such thing.  Ask her if any of her popular goods which feature her name and her picture are manufactured under acceptable working conditions.  Show her the video you found.

As to all of the other corporate executives and their adoptees, here are the

Targets

By June 20th

Ask if there have been any innocent cost overruns billed to the taxpayer.

Suggest the monies should be returned.

Have the lawyers and accountants show you the paperwork.

Have them explain the legalese to you.

Inquire of your Senator or House Representative if

the rebate account is separate from other IRS accounts.

If so, ask if the recovered monies can be deposited into such

for reimbursement to the taxpayer

by Christmas of 2008.

 

By July 20th

Ask if they participate in any charities.

Where the monies are going?

What are these accomplishing?

Is there an endangered species within the list?

Is there a National Landmark within the list?

Is there something else special within the list?

Research the special item on

Wikipedia

in language of choice.

In such language, ask what can be accomplished

by Christmas of 2008.

 

By August 20th

Ask if the company has ever experienced

a circumstance in which

higher sales

generated

lower profits.

Ask how this impacted their

most important retail season.

What are their predictions

for Christmas of 2008?

 

By September 20th

Considering that September 11th is

National Whistleblowers Day,

ask if they are encouraging the practice.

Ask if they will blow-the-whistle

on any government agency.

Ask how this will improve

Christmas of 2008.

Sunday June 01, 2008

It is my understanding that attorney Linda St. Pierre and State Marshall Tim Poloski have confessed to everything.  I am certain that Governor Jodi Rell won’t fire the latter, because she doesn’t understand any of this.  And I doubt if the former will be disbarred, because the American Bar Association won’t see anything wrong with it.

What happened was that less than 24 hours after the poisoning, I finished the Pepsi as I was preparing for bed.  And as with the last Ricen poisoning, the reaction began as my blood pressure dropped.  And as with the last, a major, painful heart attack began.  And as with the last, I knew that whatever was causing it, it is an estrogen issue.  Last time, as the night progressed, I decided to try the Tart Cherry.  Like all other Solaray herbs, I had previously experimented with it.  And like some of their herbs, I originally accomplished nothing.  But unlike all other herbs, I kept it on my kitchen table.  There was something about it…

And when the moment came, it was waiting for me.  This time, I didn’t wait.

The last time, during the months which followed, chest pains returned.  I remedied these with estrogen pills until these disappeared.  But after I moved to Coventry, I found the Butturbur in a local health store.  I experienced how this strengthened the muscles.  It helped with the migraines.  So on the night of March 19th, I tried it.

The chest pains have not returned.

The cure for Ricen poisoning:

Solaray’s Tart Cherry

Solaray’s Butterbur

Two estrogen pills.

While their familiarity with my website should have informed them that I can easily survive the attack, the fact is that their ancestors did not go into the water ten-million years ago.  They can’t change.  They try the same thing over-and-over, and can’t understand the resultant failures.

On a related subject…

I’ve been thinking…

On July 30th, 2007, Judge Sferrazza did not render a decision.

On April 7, 2008, he pretended he did, and rendered the ejectment decision.

If you live in the State of Connecticut, the precedent of Wells Fargo vs. Vivian Lehman may be useful to you.

If you are facing foreclosure, file phony paperwork with the Town indicating that the mortgage transferred to another financial institution for $1.

The original mortgagor will foreclose without the authorization of the second.

According to precedent, it must be the second which forecloses whether or not it wants to.

Your actions of filing doctored and forged paperwork with the Town are not prosecutable.

Motion for dismissal, but keep plenty of pills and herbs by your bedside.

Otherwise…

There is one other piece of unmentioned business.

Judge Sferrazza’s foreclosure calendar is on Mondays.  So three weeks ago, I decided to visit.

As he was going through the cases, he finally looked at me.  I smiled a little.

He smiled back, and looked down, trying to figure out what it meant.

Then he announced case for which neither the female defendant nor an attorney stated an appearance.  He and the plaintiff’s attorney looked at me assuming I was she.  I just looked back at the Judge.  She wasn’t represented.

Eventually, the Judge looked at his paperwork and realized who I was and why I was visiting:  either to pick-up a decision or motion papers identifying me as the defendant in a defamation of character law suit.  He had neither.

The satellites knew I was there.  And at some point, a judicial marshal entered and sat with us.  I don’t know what they were expecting.   Whatever it was, and whether or not I was thinking it, my joints are too weak for it.

There were only a few cases left when he asked for identification of those of us remaining.  When he pointed his pen at me he asked if I was a party to an action.  I answered, “No, Your Honor.”  I tried to continue.  But he answered, “You are observing.”  And then he proceeded to the next person.

As to my rent, it does not include utilities.  It corresponds to my household expenses as follows:

 

Monthly Cost

 

Electric

$50

$150 x 4.5

Phone

65

Cable (Internet only)

55

Heating (1/12th annual)

160

Homeowner’s Insurance

100

Garbage

20

Mowing & Plowing

50

Total

$500

$675

So as Countrywide is attempting to offer me another mortgage, I have $175/month to offer, which must include property taxes at the current rate of $6000/year:  1% goes to the children for schooling, 1% goes to the Town and its services, and no one can explain the other 98%.

Another piece of unmentioned business…

A few weeks before my last day in the Coventry house, there was another accident in front of my home.  This person was sober, and it wasn’t dark and rainy.  But it was quite foggy.

I was eating breakfast when I heard a thud and wondered why the garbage man was there on the wrong day of the week.  Then I thought differently.  I looked out the window and saw a car.  I opened the front door and saw it was within my neighbor’s stone wall.  I called out, “Are you alright?!”

No answer.

I called-out again.

“Yeah.  Can I use your phone?”

I let a perfect stranger into my home as I stood next to him in my nightgown.  He called his father who came and tried desperately to move the vehicle.  After I dressed, I went outside and saw that one tire of the crashed car was flat.  The father will be quick to criticize his son, but never himself.

A drive-by called the police.  They came.  Eventually, there was a tow truck.

That evening, I put on my nightgown.  The phone rang.  It was the Police Department.  They said they received a 9-1-1 hang-up from my residence.  This wasn’t the first time.  The last time I thought someone was in the house.  This time, I knew it was their game.  So I suggested I look for someone in the house as the dispatcher stayed on the phone.   She agreed.  But after we hung-up, two officers arrived.

The message was that I should not let strangers in my home while in my nightgown.  I should call them instead.

After Sargeant Ochtera and Lieutenant Solenski pledged their loyalties to Jeffrey Suarez, and before a State Judicial Marshall helped an al-Qaeda associate break-into my home to attack me with biochemical weapons because he knew there was no decision against me

Should I trust law enforcement or a stranger?

Tuesday June 03, 2008, 4 pm

They are obviously very frustrated.  Today, as I was driving, the door by my seat suddenly opened.  I know from experience that the satellites are quite capable of performing such a remote control function.  And just now, we received a harassing phone call from Los Angelos.  The caller ID read the number.  It is interesting it wasn’t blocked.  I performed a reverse look-up and found it was unpublished.  So I telephoned them.  It was America’s Mortgage Group.

Whatever is frustrating them, it was self inflicted, like all of their other problems.  They like to back themselves into a corner and force others to rescue them.  And, of course, my refusal to perform the rescue operation is because I am suffering from a psychiatric disorder.

On a related subject…

I would like to remind the Hitlers that William performed $8,000 in damage to my home and car.  Then he worried about how I was going to pay for it.  So he had my co-workers pressure me to learn how to cook to save money.

I would like to repeat my request that The New York Times hire him at minimum wage to load the trucks early in the morning.  After taxes, it was probably take one year to requite the debt.  Or is the rule the victim-pays-for-everything still a dominant mode of life?

So instead of offering me a loan, why don’t they collect all of the monies I am owed?  I may no longer be able to sue Donald Trump for the $1,200 in damage he performed to my book while it was in press, but that doesn’t change what he did.

Otherwise…

The Target in October will be one Senator or House Representative who is in a heated race for re-election, and who has not performed any fraud control or waste management as part of his/her duties in office.

We will make an example out of that elected official.

Thursday June 05, 2008

In 1987, my neighbor told everyone she could find that she made a police report alleging our dog bit her child.  When my mother discussed it with law enforcement a few days after the alleged event, he explained to her that if this accuser had signed the complaint, he would be required to make a report to the Board of Health.

My point is that the FBI has verified that a Ricen attack did occur at 891 South Street in Coventry, Connecticut.  By the same legal principles, shouldn’t they make a report to the Board of Health?  You may want to suggest new laws.  But a transmission of harmful chemicals always requires a report to the Board of Health.  If it is a legal transmission, a permit must be required before.

My question is, was Linda St. Pierre’s vaginal dryness a result of manually handling the Ricen, or breathing airborne particles?

My former neighbors’ father is an elderly gentleman with a history of heart issues.  They worry about him constantly.  I would like him to undergo a complete physical which includes the general practitioner, cardiologist and urologist.  As to the latter physician, if you will recall, in 2003, only a gynecologist could explain four ambulance rides which I experienced in the fourteen months prior.  The cardiologist could only give a partial explanation.  Sometimes you have to go back to the most basic issues.

Tomorrow I have to service my stores in the Coventry region.  (Crossmark agreed I should keep these.)  I sometimes drive down South Street as a shortcut.  Last week I avoided it.  And then my migraines stopped.

One possible explanation for the cessation of the migraines was that I finally packed-out of the car the protective screen for the monitor.  But what if there is another reason?

The FBI and Board of Health should also take an air sample from within the house.

Friday June 06, 2008

President Pooh doesn’t know what to do about Tibet, human rights, and the issues of the Olympics in China.  He wants me to handle that for him.

I would like to remind him that his father, the Senior Pooh, was the United States Ambassador to China.

While it is true that it is a lineage of stupidity and short memories, it is also true that he doesn’t have to tell everybody that.

Wednesday June 11, 2008

I just viewed Governor Jodi Rell’s commercial championing the cause of dialing 9-1-1 in the event of an emergency such as a heart attack.

Why have I never seen this commercial before?

Why the frustration?

I have the same but differently phrased questions for Sergeant Ochtera and Lieutenant Solenski of the Coventry Police Department.

Before March 18, 2008, were they told I am about to have a major heart attack?  And were they given instructions?

If so, I expect instant terminations, and forfeiture of pensions.  I believe the charges would be conspiracy-to-commit-murder.  Would the Police Chief, Town Manager, District Attorney, Attorney General, or their personal attorneys like to correct me on any or all of this?

If so, my address is the same—PO Box 629 of the same Town of Coventry.  I will print it and apologize for any non-malicious misunderstandings I created.

I believe (and could be wrong) that both men work Monday-thru-Friday 9-5 except when Jeffrey Suarez makes another request.  (When they visited my home, it was 8 pm.)  What shift did they work on the night of my expected response to the Wicca attack—something which those of us of German descent do not practice, only quash instantly with four little pills?

Sunday June 15, 2008

When I was two-years-old, my parents began their divorce proceedings.  I don’t know at what age it was finalized.  I do know my mother included in the decree a clause which required of my father to pay the tuition for four years post-grammar school education.  She assumed I would want to go to graduate school.

Her plans were to begin to ask for the money at the end of my sophomore college year. She calculated two years college, and two years of the more expensive graduate school.  As the car repairs were mysterious mounting, I convinced her to begin her requests early.  I argued that it was money available, take it.

At the time, the City University I was attending charged $675/semester.  Obviously, this did not include room-and-board.  Because it did not exist.  I lived at home.

One day, as I was discussing the tuition issue with my father over the phone, he mentioned a favorite poem of his.  It humorously described the life of a researcher, like himself, struggling to survive in a publish-or-perish world.  I knew the poem.  My mother showed it to me when she showed me a box of my father’s personal affects.  The deal he and I reached was that the tuition check would be exchanged for a copy of the poem.  The year must have been in 1987.

And at some time during the past 20-years, he must have lost it.

On April 7th of this year, when I called him in a panic, he immediately responded that I must jump to save the poem.  (And after that rescue, their matrimonial pictures.) He instructed me to find the poem.  I had a hard time explaining I didn’t have to search, it was on top of my desk.  I immediately scanned it into the computer and e-mailed it to him.

During my stay at Motel 6, I received many long lectures about spending too much money.  For Father’s Day, today, I considered re-typesetting the poem, than laminating, framing and packing it for transport to him in Arizona.  I even found the perfect frame for $5.  But I was afraid of another money-spending-lecture.

So here is my Father’s Day gift...

 

New York Herald

 

1962

 

IGNOTUM PER IGNOTIUS

 

A Spoof on Science

 

In the hunt for bigger game

 

And an academic name,

Quantify, quantify, quantify!

Put a number in the slot,

Turn the handle till it’s hot,

Quantify, quantify, quantify!

 

 

 

Creativity diurnal,

Write a note for every journal,

Reify, reify, reify!

With a diligence infernal,

Make each passing thought external,

Reify, reify, reify!

 

 

Make each article the same,

 

With a slightly different name,

If you want increasing fame,

As an expert in a field

With a non-existent yield;

Deify, deify, deify!

While you let your colleague burn,

City yourself at every turn;

Deify, deify, deify!