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Monday January 01, 2007

Happy New Year!

They did it again.  But as before, I came back.  Fluffed-out cats have nine lives.   I have  a few more.

I had an interesting holiday.  I was at my neighbors' for a Christmas day party.  I tried not to eat too much.

The weight loss has begun.  It started at my sides.  I don't know why.  My guess is that I sleep on my side and most of our healing is in our sleep.  But, nonetheless, the magic bullet seems to be the Zinc Oxide cream applied directly to the tumor as it is positioned at the base of the lymphatic system.  It is very inexpensive.  I will soon be declaring total victory.

I don't know how much weight I lost.  I threw the scale in the garbage in New York.  My chiropractor didn't like me having it.  She said it was too discouraging.

I had a great birthday.  Of course, used all my gift certificates saved throughout the year.  But I decided to treat myself to a visit to the frame shop.

As to the bottom right, I could feel the ghost of my mother demanding this of me.

I found this photo in Selma's album and realized where my pigeon-toed position came from.  But until now, it was not understood as genetic.  In 1966, I was a difficult breach delivery for my mother.  She believed the breach caused this.  Rather, this seems to have caused the breach.

In 1988, I took ice skating lessons.  Over-and-over my instructor asked me if I was left-handed.  It took me years to understand the connection.

But when I originally attempted to use the photo, it did not reproduce well.  Future generations may not understand what I am referring to.  So I took it to CVS for a $40 restoration.  And even though I did not request it, they also enhanced the face.

My right side has always been weaker.  During these past few years, it has suffered much more, especially my knee.  For the first few months I lived here, I slowly limped down the stairs as it refused to bend adequately.

But for my birthday, I had the top two items completed, as well as myself as a child, and Lotte Lehmann.  I placed these on the wall.  It took me a few days to realize all that went wrong.

    I used a masculine matting-cut to outline myself.  Future generations may not know my gender.

   I used a matting for Marie Friedlander Casper which was nearly identical for Lotte.  Future generations will believe they were sisters.

    The matting for Marie Posener Peiser and the children was too unique.

    There was a typographical error in my description of Lotte.  Amazing that I never noticed it before, despite all the times I proofread it.

Back to the frame shop.

I framed everything else for Christmas. 

And, of course, if you observe the photo of my mother with her two grandmother's, you can see she is probably 2-and-a-half years old.  She was born in 1935.  You can also see her mother behind wearing short sleeves.  I am guessing this was taken in April or May.  I am further guessing Helena Casper Barlach was just diagnosed with stomach cancer, and decided to create a historic moment.  I am certain she did not receive an argument from Selma.

But if you will recall, my grandmother told us she left Germany in 1933.  So the question remains.  Did her mother ask of her:

"Can I get on a boat, go across the seas, and move-in with you as I am dying of stomach cancer?"

or

"Can I get in a buggy, go across town, and move-in with you as I am dying of stomach cancer?"

Much more needs to be done.  I still have to change the plaques which include the name Borne into the name Barlach.  I have to add a photo of my mother's father's father to the frame which features his World War I medals.  I also want to change the matting I used for my grandfather.  It is currently black.  But this is not a memorial, but rather, a record.  I would like to use red.

And there is still much more I need to record.  A few years ago, I met a man of the last name Friedlander.  He explained to me that they originated in Russia, and found Free Land in Prussia.  I don't know where that information will be placed.

On another subject...

If I understand the news correctly, Saddam Hussein was executed.  I think we should express our condolences to his son, Qusai, as he lives so conveniently close to us.

Bearing in mind that he and his wife, Lani, are privately practicing Jews, please select your cards accordingly.  And please ask if Terry, the Rector, is going to have a memorial service.

Begin your note by asking, "Is it true...?"

Saturday January 06, 2006

I am currently occupying myself with watching the DVD, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.  It is my understanding this is the first of the series by its author.

I am not watching it to entertain you, but rather to research the nature of the poisons they injected into my asthma inhaler at London, England's Heathrow Airport.  The author would like you to believe these works are products of her imagination.  While the characters maybe, the content is not.

I am not going to guide you through it with questions.  Rather, I am going to explain it to you.  But I can't begin until you research what Wicca is, and what pre-Christian English Paganism is.

I just began the scene where Harry is doing his shopping.

Harry Potter  The last name is, of course, pottie.  It is a silly description of the toilet.  The Pagans are, for some mysterious reason, obsessed with this.  When I visited England in early 1998, a few months before the poisoning, I found myself in a hotel room with a bathroom designed such that I could observe almost every detail.  I should have taken the hint at the time.  It is not surprising that in 2004, William culminated our passionate kissing with a vandalism of the bathroom.  It cost me $500 to repair the damage.  And if you will recall, he told the repair-crews not to come.  You had to help me.

Privet  This is a poisonous plant.  I suspect it is one of the ingredients placed in my inhaler.  It acts on the controlling mechanisms of the brain stem and the spine.  I removed it from my brain with the Aerobic O-7--a liquid, stabilized oxygen which can be purchased in any vitamin store and works in 24 hours.

Surrendering a child  This is a way of life for the Pagans.  Typically, these children are brutally murdered.  But Harry somehow survived.  Otherwise, I have not yet found an explanation for why he had to be surrendered.  I will continue to look.

Gringotts Bank  This is, of course, socialism.  I don't know from where the author acquired this term.  I will guess it is a derivative of the word Grinch--that famous Dr. Seuss character who stole Christmas.

Hogworts  This is a scientific term meaning large wart.  Warts are positioned in the lymphatic system.  Mine is still at such base, and the Zinc Oxide is slowly dissolving it.    Its intolerance to this metal suggests to me it is a virus.  A few years ago I concluded that they poisoned the inhaler with a hybrid combination of shingles and small pox.  These are viruses.

I don't believe this movie will explain how the women of Wicca drug-rape their males and thereby impregnate themselves exactly nine months before graduation (i.e., the "unplanned act of passion" on Halloween).  Harry is too young for that.

Magic Wand  This isn't as illustrated in the store.  The best example I can give is of the wand used at Auschwitz up until the 1940's when Allied troops marched through.  It was a camp sub-division called the House of Dolls. The physician who served Joseph Mengela inserted such into the vagina of pretty young girls to burn-out their uteruses.   They were used as payments to the Jewish Police--the Yiddish translation for this term is Gestapo.  There was no nudity in the room full of beds.  These particular people of Wicca only have sex with minimum exposure.  (I would pity these girls, except I don't know what else to do with Tantrum WIC-schwat.  The euphemism we should use is 'welfare reform'.)

I have to interrupt my discussion of Harry Potter for another type of welfare reform.

Today I visited the post office.  And as I stood at my usual spot, I found an excerpt from

www.uconnanimalrights.blogspot.com.

According to this, Dr. David Waitzman of the Farmington, Connecticut campus, has established himself as a Joseph Mengela to rhesus monkeys.  I telephoned and couldn't reach his extension.  I did, however, speak to the chair of the Neurology Department.  His name is Dr. Leslie Wilson.  I nicely asked a few questions and was viciously yelled at.

I am going to give Governor Jodi Rell five business days to fire both men before I hold her personally responsible.

Sunday January 21, 2007

I found more material which needs to be framed.

Die glückliche geburt eines kräftigen knaben zeigen hocherfreut an

Dr. Max Lehmann und Frau Selma geb. Peiser.

Görlitz, den 27 August 1900.

The lucky birth strong boys show high-pleased about

Dr. Max Lehmann and Mrs. Selma geb. Peiser. 

Görlitz, 27 August 1900.

It is with pleasure that

Dr. Max Lehmann and his wife Selma née Peiser

announce the birth of their healthy son.

Görlitz, August 27, 1900.

Tuesday January 23, 2007

12:25 pm

I am trying to do a follow-up on the animal rights issue.  I contacted Governor Jodi Rell's office, and was placed endlessly on hold.  When I called back, I was told that all animal experimentations have stopped, but no further information is available.

But have there been appropriate prosecutions?  I decided to contact the attorney general's office and spoke to someone who has no knowledge of what is happening.  She put me through to the voice mail of the special council.

1:45 pm

My phone call was returned.  He researched it on Google and learned that all animal experiments within the University of Connecticut system were halted on January 12, 2007.  He suggested I contact the government institute performing the investigation, the United States Department of Agriculture.  Unfortunately, he did not have the appropriate phone number, so he gave me the number of a State office.  I telephoned that and was given what seems to be the correct department to contact.

2:00 pm

Wrong office.

Should I call The Pooh?  Is his Secretary of the Department of Agriculture a United States citizen?

Saturday February 03, 2007

I would like to take some time to reflect on my years at Lehman College at the City University of New York.  Particularly, the Spring of 1985.  I was editor-in-chief of my college newspaper.  It was the most extraordinary semester of my life.  Although I didn't know how extraordinary.  It would take me 20 years to figure it all out.  I will probably have more to say in 20  more.

It was turned over to me with minimal staff.  Kathy Sampey was the managing editor.  She was a journalism major.  We had no staff writers.  Instead, we were relying on material we purchased from a national syndicated company to fill the newspaper.  We did not have our own computer or layout equipment.  Rather, we relied on a local company to perform such service.

I was never a journalism major.  I never even had one such course.  At the time I was a physics major.  I began attending that college the semester before.  In October I became the business manager of the newspaper.

For that Spring semester I took three classes--Advanced Physics, Introduction to Microeconomics, and Modern Political Philosophy.  The latter two met in a modern building.   The former met in an old building.

As that semester began, I was at the University's accounting office.  Linda Palma, the assistant, informed me that the Dean of Students had found an inconsistency.  While newspaper began publishing on a weekly basis in late September, he found a bill for typesetting and layout for the week before such beginning.  This bill had been paid.

I went upstairs to such office and explained to the administrative assistant why I was there.  She explained Dean Glen T. Nygreen would return shortly.  I decided to go quickly to the newspaper's office and research the publication dates.  As I left the office she nicely yelled, "Come back." 

I did.

I was invited into his office and we sat at his desk.  He admired my pink hand-knit outfit and explained that such is his wife's favorite color.  But I wanted to talk about the financial issue.  What was this bill?  He showed me.

I had another concern.  My predecessor, Phil Mellor. wondered if this company was delivering 3,000 copies of the newspapers as per our billing.

We knew we had to look for missing money.  Thousands of dollars.  In addition to such research, I began to invite him to our meetings, whereas the student director, also a college administrator, insisted he was an invitee.

As I routinely visited the typesetting and layout store, I came to understand something I had not known before.  Kathy was a full time employee, in addition to her other job as an English tutor and her status as a full time student.  But the position as tutor wasn't time consuming because she was always a half-an-hour late.

The store's owner was Andy Wolf.  He was rarely there while we were performing layout on Wednesday evenings.  I one day looked into his office and saw a flag of the State of New York.  I asked Paul, another employee, what that was all about.  He explained that Andy is the Commissioner of Human Rights for the City of New York.  I was certain I misunderstood.

"You mean he is on the Commission."

He corrected me.  I repeated myself.

A few rounds later he showed me the book listing all the executives and there was Andy.  I lost all respect for Mayor Ed Koch.

A few weeks into the semester Kathy resigned.  It was at the time I heard rumors the student government was going to shut-down the newspaper for lack of student interest.  But I believe that was planned many months before.  A fact she knew about.

One day as I was going to physics class, a person stopped named Antonio Mendez stopped me and asked of me to receive his letter to the editor which was signed by Robert Crowe.  This was very peculiar, as most people would come into the office and deliver and discuss everything they wrote.  I later read it.  It addressed a $1.3 million transfer of funds into the Lehman College Foundation.  The source of such funds was the students.  But it did not specify from what account.

At the time, I didn't understand what disturbed me about his technique of submission, nor did I wonder from where this money came.  I didn't understand my reaction when I threw it into the garbage.

At the same time, I received in the mail another letter to the editor of similar content.  It was anonymous.  Although the journalistic standard is for the writer to identify himself to the editor, this had nothing to do with why I threw that in the garbage.  It was one of the most poorly written pieces I had ever seen.  (Although not the most poorly written.)  I showed it to Kathy.  She was amazed at the foolishness as she quickly noticed and eloquently listed all of the multi-syllabic words this individual had used.  She said he must have used the Thesaurus.  A few days later I received threatening letters form this person identifying himself as "Lester the Molester".

Again, as I was on my way to physics class, there he was, re-submitting his letter to the editor.  I decided to look at it again.  And again, for reasons I did not understand, threw it in the garbage.

During these few weeks I found a staff.  Although they had positions such as news editor, they had not yet performed any work.  Shortly after her resignation, I held a meeting for all of them.  And the work began.

Then Robert Crowe walked in the door.  Was he Robert Crowe?  Or Antonio Mendez?  I couldn't be sure.  He was accompanied by a friend whose name I never acquired.  He had a hostile, yet confused expression on his face.

"Is there anyone here from the Meridian?"

Why wasn't his letter published?  I could only find one problem.  And that was a personal attack on another student.  (While this may seem trivial, it was the only personal attack I ever saw.)  It was written within the context of the attempted retrieval of the $1.3 million.  These students paid an attorney a retainer of $5,000.  The attorney concluded that the technique the University Administration, including Dean Nygreen, used to grab this money was actionable.  However, there was no follow-up.  He accused his fellow student, Donna Layson, of "selling out."

"What else is wrong with it," he demanded.

I didn't know.

Robert (Antonio) threw the article down:  "It sounds like censorship to me."

I decided to publish it.  I submitted it to the typesetter with the name Robert Crowe as the signer. Although I hadn't noticed it at the time, Kathy, who was very sensitive about anonymous letters to the editor, typeset it with Antonio Mendez as the signer.   

As the newspaper recovered from its bad case of student apathy, and my new staff wrote wonderful articles, the journalism department went into a complete frenzy.  One professor, Jane Sicherman, was witnessed running up-and-down the hallways, "Darn those Germans!!!"

Suddenly, Kathy had to have her position back.  First, she decided she is the copy editor.  She went into the office, grabbed all of the articles, and began editing.  I called her the pathological editor because she always had to change something.

Then came the next meeting.  Dean Nygreen had other obligations.  It was the only meeting he missed.

She came with her friends, including her cousin, Patrick Whitford.  (Kathy is my height, 5'2".  Patrick is approximately eight inches more.  She was living with his family.  I don't know where her mother was.  Perhaps in jail?)  Others included former editor-in-chiefs who were also journalism majors.  They nagged her back into the position of managing editor.

The rest of the semester was very difficult.  Andy Wolf throwing temper tantrums about money.  Kathy constantly sabotaging.  And, of course, there was the jacking of the tire of my car which led to a car accident on the Hutchinson River Parkway.

Robert then became a wonderful friend to have.  He was someone to talk things out with.  Then there were student-wide elections for class president.  Robert Crowe ran.  His most important objective was retrieval of the $1.3 million.  A few days before the election, Laurie Milera, the author of my favorite cookbook, The Flavor of Cuba,  asked me for whom I was voting.  I said it was for Robert.  With disgust in her voice she said, "The guy who looks Aztec?"

At the end of the semester, the newspaper had an election.  George Molé, the only other journalism major, acquired the position of editor-in-chief.  I acquired the position of managing editor by one vote.  Kathy knew who that one swing vote was, Anthony Riviecco.  She gave him the most horrible looks after the voting completed.

The summer arrived.  Both Kathy and another editor were conversing at registration.  Kathy told her that the journalism department offered to falsify three credits in history if she removed me from the editorial board of the newspaper.  Kathy found herself having to take that class.  Of course, she failed.  Years later, I understood that her whole transcript was falsified.  She had a few quality journalism courses in high school, and nothing more.

I took chemistry class with Robert Crowe.  We sat together .  He attended a few classes.  He stopped attending, but appeared for each exam.  A few months later I asked him how he accomplished this.  He said he walked through campus and found fellow students and asked him what was going on.  A few years later I finally noticed that every time I saw him, he was carrying one book and walking through campus.

In 1998 I began my training as a sales associate at Lord & Taylor.  It was explained to us that part of our responsibilities was to look for shoplifters.  It was explained that sometimes it is just a Hugh....?

A few years after that I realized that was my reaction to the letters to the editor.

Kathy went on to become an editor for the Associated Press.  She was fired when they learned her transcript was falsified.  She now works for AdWeek, a company based on California.

I have one picture of Robert Crowe.  It was published during the semester preceding my tenure.

Look closely....

CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT ARSON; ARSON OF A GOVERNMENT BUILDING; ARSON OF PROPERTY USED IN INTERSTATE COMMERCE; USE AND CARRYING OF A DESTRUCTIVE DEVICE DURING AND IN RELATION TO A CRIME OF VIOLENCE; MAKING UNREGISTERED DESTRUCTIVE DEVICES

JUSTIN FRANCHI SOLONDZ

Photograph taken in 2002   Photograph taken in 1999   Photograph taken in 1998 or 1999   Aliases: Justin Solondz, "Conner"   DESCRIPTION   Date of Birth Used:  October 3, 1979 Hair: Brown Place of Birth: New Jersey Eyes: Hazel Height: 5'9" to 5'11" Sex: Male Weight: 150 pounds Race: White NCIC: W960311040 Nationality: American Occupation: Part Time Carpentry Worker Scars and Marks: None known Remarks: Solondz may be traveling in Canada, Europe or Asia. He may have facial hair.   CAUTION   Justin Franchi Solondz is wanted on multiple charges related to his alleged role in a domestic terrorism cell. On May 21, 2001, the University of Washington, Center for Urban Horticulture, in Seattle, Washington, was destroyed by fire during the early morning hours. At the same time, in Clatskanie, Oregon, several buildings and vehicles were also destroyed by fire. Fire investigators determined that both fires were the result of arson by use of timed improvised incendiary devices. Shortly thereafter, a communication was released stating that both fires were committed by members of the Earth Liberation Front (ELF). The combined loss from these two arsons totaled over five million dollars. On October 15, 2001, an arson and attempted animal release took place at the Litchfield Wild Horse and Burro Corral in Susanville, California. Investigators found multiple improvised incendiary devices at the crime scene. This arson was claimed to have been committed by the Animal Liberation Front (ALF). The damages from this arson were estimated to be eighty five thousand dollars. On April 6, 2006, and May 17, 2006, federal grand juries in Sacramento, California, and Seattle, Washington (respectively) indicted Solondz on the following domestic terrorism related charges: Conspiracy to Commit Arson; Arson of a Government Building; Arson of Property Used in Interstate Commerce; Use and Carrying of a Destructive Device During and in Relation to a Crime of Violence; and Making Unregistered Destructive Devices.   SHOULD BE CONSIDERED ARMED AND DANGEROUS AND AN ESCAPE RISK   IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION CONCERNING THIS PERSON, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL FBI OFFICE OR THE NEAREST AMERICAN EMBASSY OR CONSULATE.

ROBERT S. MUELLER, III DIRECTOR FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE WASHINGTON, D.C. 20535 TELEPHONE: (202) 324-3000

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I would like to slightly change the subject.  While there is a connection to the above content, you will have to figure out what it is.

In 1996, I routinely watched the X-Files.  If you will recall, this show was about a couple of FBI agents who research the para-normal.  Then I would routinely stay up late to watch the local news show which usually had some information about it.

As per my subliminal instruction, I sent a Christmas card to David Duchovny, its star.  And even though this was not part of the instructions, I wrote a personal note.  If you will recall, this was at the time I had a raccoon living in my attic.  She was not a threat because she did not mind me living there too.

My note read;

"I will soon be so lonely I will begin talking to my raccoon.  And I will come home one day to find her and her family occupying the living room, competing with her boyfriend for downstairs territory.

And we can pitch a tent outside."

On one such evening news show, he answered me, complaining that he had to play opposite his dog because he couldn't play opposite me.

The news clip featured a round table with two directors chairs on opposite sides.  He sat in one, his dog the other.  He began his interview as the dog, finding this too ridiculous to handle, began to jump off.  David nicely gestured with his hand, "Stay, stay."  And the dog did, while looking into the cameras, "Why?  Why?  I'm a dog!"  David interviewed, "How does it feel being on the set surrounded by free food all day?"

A few weeks later, I believe they used some of my material from my book without citing me.  (My book did not cover the Aztecs nor terrorism.)  I asked for citation.

It started to get ugly.

Instead of allowing it to loose control, I decided to use another approach.  I began the script.  In such, there is a table with two chairs, oppositely positioned.  The anthropologist is seated in one.  The Agent finds her as he is wandering everywhere investigating his case.  When he first joins her, she wants to leave as she is suspicious of who this stranger is.  But he shows her his badge and she offers him some of her research.

It lost control anyway.

Sunday February 04, 2007

For the past few months I have been occasionally calling the New Haven, Connecticut office of the FBI.  Talking everything out with each Special Agent was very helpful as I noticed details I had not before.  During one conversation, I finally noticed that no one account of the University had $1.3 million. 

After several phone calls, I finally decided to drive down to their office.  I packed the newspaper with the photo of Robert/Antonio/Osama, as well as that with the letter to the editor.  I also packed several books I had on the Aztecs.  I found the ancient ritual he practiced on September 11th, as well as the embassy attacks on August 7th.  I also knew the significance of the dates of February 26th, the first bombing of the World Trade Towers, March 11th, the attack against Madrid in Spain, and July 7th, the attack against London, England.

I telephoned the office in advance to announce my upcoming arrival.  I drove-up to the gate-keeper.  I wasn't allowed to park in their lot.  Rather, I had to park on the street.  Was I really such a threat?  The building is surrounded by an iron wrought gate.  A security officer greeted me at the door and escorted me inside.  I had to go through the metal detector.

I sat in the lounge perusing issues of Time magazine waiting to talk to someone.  The interior camera and microphones were upon me.  Although I didn't see these, I knew they were there.  Then came an interesting irony.  I found an article about using blood samples to establish ancestry.  If they analyzed my blood, they would probably find I am German with some Italian and Viennese blood.  This article discussed Oprah and her established Zulu roots.  But this was used as an example of the margin of error to these tests.  She is a descendant of slaves.  These people were not from South Africa, rather North-West.  It never occurred to these analysts that people do move, particularly if they are under attack.  But it may not have been an act of defense which displaced them, but rather routine movements with the climate.  If such movements displaced these people by a few miles-per-year, for example, a few thousand miles in a few hundred years could be easily accomplished.  It is not unusual, according to the archeological record.

Then came God's mysterious sense of humor.  He was a Special Agent with a name surprisingly similar to that which I used to rename Agent Mulder in my copyrighted version of the script.  Like the actor David Duchovny, he had nearly perfect facial features.  It is his intelligence which is photogenic.

I began the conversation not by saying that I knew Osama Ben Laden.  Rather, I said I believe he is Aztec.

The Agent insisted he was Saudi.

"But you are not finding him."

He had to agree.

"And he is the son of a billionaire Saudi Sheik.  Which one?"

He didn't know.

According to the books I had on the Aztec, at the end of the rainy season--late-August and early-September--there must be a major fatality count of the enemy.  They attack in four units of four-to-six with upside-down ammunition.  I reminded him of the fact that the plane in Pennsylvania was upside-down.  I informed him that if you look closely at the two planes into the Towers, these are upside-down.

I left the books on the coffee table explaining I didn't need them.  Then I pulled out of my book-bag a folder.  He looked intensely.  I withdrew the newspaper issue with the photo and, without saying anything, pointed to the photo.  His eyes were glued to the page for a long time.  He finally looked-up and, with all the energy he had, said, "So?"

"That's Osama Ben Laden.  But I knew him as Robert Crowe."

As we continued to converse, he noticed my last name as it corresponds to the name of the college:  "You're not ugh...."

"No."

He wasn't convinced.

"I'm not."

He wasn't convinced.

"It is like Smith in Germany."

He would have been convinced.  But eventually he found Herbert Und Ich.  The photo was taken in 1917.  I was able to convince him that if such is Herbert H. Lehman, the founding University father, he was a very small 39 year old.

The date of March 11th is the date in 1509 that Cortez arrived to conquer Mexico.  I don't know the date the British arrived to do the same.  I assume it is on July 7th.  And as to the date of February 26th, it is a Sandinista anniversary of their loss of power.  Robert Crowe is very much pro-Sandinista.

While I wanted to keep all of this a secret, they have not allowed me to give them all the other details, such as Andy Wolf and Linda Palma.  No assistant accountant should have given Andy Wolf's company that payment without any evidence that the services occurred.

And then, of course, there is my mother's whistle-blowing.  But they don't want to hear about that.  Why not?  The office she was working with was in the World Trade Towers.

Wednesday February 07, 2007

So where was the FBI as the young Osama ben Laden was beginning his career?

On campus.

I began my student career in September of 1986.  I was a physics major with three other advanced students.  One was an Iranian female.  Another was a male I knew nothing about.  The third was nick-named The Sniffer, because he eventually developed chronic allergies.

I had a brief conversation with The Sniffer.  I noticed he was taking linear algebra and asked him about it.  His response included an explanation of how it compared to my class on differential equations.  I asked him how he knew I was taking that.  He gave another response.   I didn't press.

The Iranian female and I enjoyed laughing about him behind his back.  He was looking for help with the physics problems.  He once approached her when I wasn't around.

I finally one day told my mother about him.

"He's FBI," she said.

I never NEVER noticed any suspicious activity concerning the Iranian female.  And if the United States Government ever charges her with anything, I hope they subpoena me.

I was one day in the library, curled-up in a lounge chair reading.  Then a man walked by and placed a small card by me as he did for everyone.  It was a guide card of sign language explaining that the deaf-mute who distributes this uses it to make a living.  I heard people opening-up their wallets to give him their spare change.  I left the card there.  When he returned, he took it back.

I saw him again a few weeks later and thought to myself, "He looks just like Fidel Castro."

At age 18, I could not have guessed he was.

But I'm 40 now.  He was.

I believe he did loose his hearing during his military career.  And I don't believe it is a coincidence that Marlee Matrlin, the actress who used her deaf-mute condition and her beauty as the centerpieces of her acting career, is also pro-Sandinista.

Saturday February 10, 2007

Monday February 26, 2007

Today is the car's day off--an incidental fact of a snow storm we are experiencing.  As the fur is flying off of two donkeys attacking each other, and an elephant is attempting to jump into the ring, I have decided to awake briefly from my nap.  In 1997, the elephant, of course, signed the marriage certificate between me and a married man with AIDS and a ten million dollar debt who wanted to do me a favor and sign his name to my copyrights so he could have one erection with me.  It was nothing personal.  It was "business".  I wonder why this elephant characterizes himself as a Mafia-hunter as he exhibits the identical personality.

One of the donkeys is the wife of the man who protected my prospective husband.  He took the presidential position that the Constitution does not apply to issues of male impotence.  I wonder why men aren't personally offended by that.  What does it tell us women?

There is a long list of other issues on everyone's mind, such as gas and oil prices.  I am not just being stubborn when I refuse to take further initiatives.  It is also that I feel I did all I could from the outside of the White House looking in.  Although I probably could help Condi if I wanted to, I don't want to.  It is currently a sentiment beyond disgust.  And I don't understand how the entire civil rights movement could stand idly by as she insists she cannot do her work because she has the wrong skin tone.  Do they want to convert me into a racist?

The intense harassment began in 1995, when I fired my book publisher because they wanted to do me a favor and have me pay for the damage which a billionaire did to my property.  It still amazes me that the publisher's employees, including the managing editor, went into his casino believing their gambling losses were refundable.  I am now beginning to wonder if the Nazis of the 1940's and before assured the Jews they were going into a tax exempt camp financed by the taxpayers, or if these people chose to believe that was their destination.  It is very apparent to me that the six-million-person operation was too easy.  There must be a reason for that.  We have to find that reason.

It is also very apparent to me that there was an advertising contract between The New York Hitlers and my former publisher.  When I fired them, three Jews lost $5, and the nagging may never end.

And, of course, it is their worship of Ayman al-Zawarhi, second-in-command to Osama ben Laden.  On his agenda is the destruction of Israel.  In his military of domestic terrorism is an army of Jews attempting to recover their $5.

In 2009, our first priority will be the arrest of the Pooh off of the podium.

Our second priority will be the impeachment of his predecessor.  It isn't too late.  He still holds that title.  The charge will be "Punishably Dumb" .  This is an old German expression whose time has come.

Tuesday February 27, 2007

This is the car's second day off.  It is still snowing.  But the Town of Coventry should be given much credit for keeping the roads so clean.  I watch the traffic move easily by.

As to my health...

Almost two years ago, I added the liquid herbal supplement Black Cherry to my diet.  While it was not made by Solaray, the local vitamin store recommended it in another very powerful brand.

A few months ago I was taking its close relative, Tart Cherry, in the Solaray brand.  I found I needed at least one-per-day to prevent chest pains.  (A few years ago I used it to neutralize Ricen poisoning.)

Each of these supplements worked for awhile, and then I had enough.

A few months ago, my employer sent me on an assignment to the store, Big Lots.  It is a large chain.  I found, for $2/each, the candle Black Cherry.  I illuminated it during the snow storm.  In the middle of the night, the discomfort at the base of my lymphatic system was so severe, that I stood over it.

It has been working.

I only bought two candles because I know I will receive limited mileage from it.

Otherwise, weight loss is progressing slowly.  I look bigger, but that is because everything is loosening.  The lymph-edema is much softer.

Thursday March 01, 2007

I have spent much time thinking about my former high school friend--the Saxon who became pregnant exactly nine months before she graduated college as a result of an unplanned act of passion.  And, of course, she heroically had her child and everyone owes her money.

Why?

She was an honors student and received high SAT scores.  Her college career included scholarships and she graduated summa cum laude.

I understand that after a lifetime of being allowed to see the SATs and other major exams before these occurred, she had good reason to fear life.  The only thing she had left was this script of Wicca.  No one was allowed to disobey the scenes in which she receives a financially supporting husband, and other external financial help.

The script may have worked one century ago and before, but no longer for two reasons.

The first is that her services have been replaced by a few appliances.  She was our vacuum cleaner, washer/dryer, and dishwasher, among other things.  We threw her out, and tried to forget about her.

The second is that she is attempting to play her theatrics before the taxpaying middle class.  We don't know the script.

She becomes pregnant, and must be rescued.

Condi takes trips around the world, can't negotiate, and demands of me to rescue her.

In 1995-97, The X-Files, over-and-over again, signed contracts with a museum for the production of the movie.  For such execution, they needed my script specifications.  And they needed such after their attorney, Anatole Klebenow, wrote me a letter threatening me with prosecution if I ever approached them again.  In December of 1995, I had the idea of including Princess Diana's dresses with such.  In the Spring of 1996, the auction was scheduled.  They needed the specifications.  I couldn't provide such.  They had me fired from my job one month before this date.  One year later, on Easter of 1997, a wedding was set-up between me and David Duchovny.  My phone rang the evening before with the marriage proposal.  I didn't answer it.  That wasn't in their script.

I understand that the reason why my phone didn't ring before was because David had too many lies.

But I don't understand why he waited until he was $10,000,000 in debt (i.e., breach-of-contract fees) before he stopped scheduling scripts.  (The debt was financed by Lord & Taylor.  They took such out of payroll on the assumption that even though there was no contract, it was refundable with free advertising which would yield more than such amount in profits.  They waited for me to emerge from my state of insanity and pursue Twentieth Century Fox under the threat of prosecution.)

What is this game of MANDATORY LAST MINUTE RESCUE that they play?

Saturday March 03, 2007

Today the car is receiving another day off.  So it is time to write down everything on my mind lately.

I have decided to add a few things to the feline platform.  There are three issues in particular:

1.  In a COURTROOM, when a witness takes the stand, s/he must solemnly swear to tell the whole truth so help you God.  And then people fearlessly lie.  I believe the word God should be substituted by the phrase under penalties of perjury.  The maximum in this State being....  That might work better.  In any religious activist would like to take issue with this, I would like to remind such person that tax-exempt status is the separation of church-and-state.  So such individual should first pay church property taxes, then allow a state and federal audit of all church finances, and finally protest this.

2.  In a SUPERMARKET, one type of welfare-WIC (Women-Infants-Children) check specifies that it will be buy milk, certain cheeses, certain peanut butters, certain sugar-less cereals, and certain beans, such as Goya.  I would like to see a nation in which such is free to anyone.  I find it ridiculous that everything costs money, even the basics.  There must be a way of accomplishing this without jeopardizing corporate profits.  We have to find that way.

3.  All SCHOOLS must provide free oven-fresh lunches (not microwaved).  And I would like such meals to include optional vitamins such as Avacor (Saw palmetto, Ginkgo biloba, horsetail and Bilberry for pituitary gland stabilization) Solaray Dandelion Root (for liver cleansing), Econugenics' Thymic Longevity Compound (TLC for immune system strengthening) and the medicine Celexa.  When I worked at the pharmacy in the year 2000, several customers informed me that this is the best anti-depressant.  While it is true that it is still by prescription only, I would like to see small dosages available on-demand.  This financing will not be from increasing taxes, but rather recovery of stolen monies.

Monday March 05, 2007

When is someone going to tell former ABC News anchor Bob Woodward and his family that it was Condi who set the roadside bomb?  And that she is laughing about it, while cursing the fact that he didn't die.

And if Condi wants to deny this accusation, she can give me a written statement declaring such.  I will publish it on this website and apologize.

But what did she have against him?

I have decided to add to the platform the vitamin supplement titled Solaray Calcium Ethyl-Amino-Phosphate.  It is for soft tissue absorption and I found it is very effective for relieving menstrual cramps.  I am certain there are many other usages, therefore males would benefit from it too.

Thursday March 08, 2007

Dear Chase Bank;

Your sub-contractor's harassment today made me realize I never published this.

Thank you!!!!!!!

 

 

Note:  The computer-generated signatures and the fact that even though two checks are over $50,000, there is no second signature applied to either.

And who is Stephen P. Hughes?  An associate of the Bedford Village, New York bank #169?  I don't know because all employees changed shortly before these checks were executed.  The changes were because of a robbery.

Sunday March 11, 2007

Reminiscing on the sale of the house in 2005...

Jeffrey and Maria Suarez gave to my realtor of Houlihan Lawrence documentation that they had $588,000 to satisfy their offering price.  It was a cash only deal, no mortgage.  They gave her a duplicate of a facsimiled Merrill Lynch memo listing their balances which included their IRAs.  And, of course, IRAs are not considered liquid assets, but my realtor did not understand that.  Additionally, they doctored such memo by adding into one of the balances $100,000.

I received from my attorney a copy of the down-payment check of $58,800.  It indicated that their bank was Merrill Lynch.  I spoke to a representative of such company who informed me that they did not have a remaining balance of $529,200.  I explained this to my realtor.  She transmitted to me a copy of such memo.  It indicated their names without an address.  My realtor did not understand that they may have a namesake.  My realtor's name was Jane Smith.  No kidding!!!!  In response to my concerns, they produced a second document which did indicate their address, but, of course, did not include the $100,000.  The sum was inadequate.

Just before the vacate, I discussed this with my attorney.  He advised me to telephone the buyers.

I explained to Jeffrey Suarez that Merrill Lynch had advised me against the deal. He was surprised, citing their IRAs.  But then he admitted they were using a home equity line of credit.  I asked for copies of the bank checks.  He said this was his fourth closing in his lifetime, and had never received this request from any sellers.

Nonetheless, he FAXed to me such documentation.

I telephoned the 800- number of Chase Bank, and they did not recognize the account number.

I telephoned my attorney.

He contacted the Bedford Village, New York branch.  They confirmed that they prepared valid checks.  My attorney advised me to telephone them.  I did, and therefore performed the vacate.

I am certain this home equity line of credit never existed because they would have provided that as evidence of their purchasing power, rather than their IRAs.

At the closing, Jane Smith accepted commission checks for both the buying- and selling-realtors.  The buying-realtor was not there.

Remember, she informed me that the original bidders of $626,000 and $599,000 cancelled before the Suarezes viewed my home and made their bid.

Tuesday March 13, 2007

A major development in my health.

The left side of my mouth can painlessly bite into hot foods and chew.  I wonder if it can finally do the same with cold foods such as ice cream.  The right side no longer has to work so hard.

Saturday March 17, 2007

Not much to talk about, so I will cover some unfinished business.

In late 2005, I contacted the FBI and explained where Ayman al-Zawarhi is.  I was transferred to a very high ranking agent.  I started to provide his address.  Then he exclaimed, "You mean he is a U.S. citizen?"

I answered, "Only one United States citizen would know how to drive another United States citizen crazy."

He had no answer.

I told him to contact the Bedford Police Department and explained I had the home phone number of the detective handling the issue.  The agent said he didn't need that.  I insisted he did.

I am still waiting for him to ask how I acquired such personal and confidential information.

The answer is it was in the report by the Coventry Police Department.  This means that they spoke off of the record.  In my judgment, this means that despite their denials, the Bedford Police Department knew everything, probably before September 11, 2001.

But the Coventry Police Department has some explaining to do.  Why did they leave me to single-handedly fight one of the world's most dangerous terrorists, and then encourage him to do some more to me because they didn't approve of a choice of words I used?

But I don't mind proving their uselessness.  They can all clean-out their desks and go home.  Or, if they like cop-killers so much...

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I think we should cancel the memorial dedicated to the law enforcement officers who died on September 11th.

On another subject...

I am raising this issue because it surfaced again in the past few months.  It relates to nothing else I have ever discussed on this website, except for the fact that between 1994 and 1995, I worked at 7-Eleven.

Among the services we provided was the sale of New York State Lottery tickets.  There were many types of games, including the regular Lotto with its impressive jackpots, and another game called Take Five.

Linda was the franchisee.  Employed by the store were cashiers, managers, and myself as an office clerk.  There was one more worker.  His name was Patrick, and his last name began with the letter D.  I never acquired the remaining information.  He processed the unsold newspapers.  But he never received a paycheck.  I was told he was paid in cash.  But I never witnessed that either.  I was told that because he is on disability for limited cranial capacity, he can't officially work for us.  But I don't know what this limitation was.

Very few people knew this, but he was also an employee of the New York State Lottery.  His responsibility was to deliver the Lottery magazines.  I processed the invoices which were only for a few dollars.  Upon receiving payment, he initialed PD, which, according to him, was also an acknowledgement that payment was received.

Patrick was obsessed with the Take Five game.  All day long he would say, "Take Care and Take Five".  He would stand near the Lottery register and wait for hours for a Lotto customer.  When any such individual requested such ticket, he would run over, grab a Take Five pay-slip, shake it in their face, and give his explanation of why this was a better game.  If the customer was receptive, he would give long lectures detailing every facet of both games and comparisons.

And every morning he would check to see if more people played Lotto or Take Five.  It wasn't quantity which concerned him, only comparative quantity.  And he didn't care about any of the other games.

This is how bad it was.

On the cigarette closet, we hung-up a chalk board for the purpose of listing all items which needed to be ordered.  Patrick wrote part of his lecture on it.

I was once in the office, on the phone, taking measurements of something we needed to order.  Patrick ran-in, "Take Care and Take Five."  I screamed into the other person's ear, "I'm on the phone!"  He flippantly answered, "Sorry, sorry."  Linda was angry with me.

Another time I was in the office when I heard one of the cashiers wail, "PATRICK!"  I thought the cashier attacked him.  I didn't check the video above me so I don't know if he did or not.  I knew I had reached my limitation.  I ran-out and, in front of a store full of people, demanded of Patrick to leave as he stood there with a fist-full of Lotto pay-slips.  Over-and-over he repeated his worthy cause.  Over-and-over I explained that I didn't think his activity was legal.  He finally left.  I turned, and noticed everyone staring at me.  I should have apologized but couldn't.  I returned to the office.

Another morning I walked-in at approximately the same time as Patrick.  Randy, the overnight person, demanded of him to leave.  Randy later explained to me it was because the evening before, he almost ran-over his arch-enemy, Ronnie.  After Randy made his demand, Patrick walked around the store crying and finally left.  He sat in his car crying for hours.  The manager came in and was angry at us.

Patrick and Ronnie hated each other.  Patrick was terrified of him.  Ronnie often stayed late after his shift completed because he had to pack-out what the truck delivered.  Patrick always arrived a few seconds after he left.  I finally one day asked of Ronnie how he accomplished this extraordinary timing.  Ronnie answered that Patrick drove up-and-down the street waiting for his departure.  I looked-out the window and a few seconds later, observed the activity.

The customers were sympathetic to Patrick, and often criticized us for being so cruel.  But there was one more detail.

Every time a representative from our parent company, Southland, was there, Patrick wasn't.  This means that someone in the office was telling him when such people were expected.

Sunday March 18, 2007

I would like to ask of everyone to acquire on the Internet what I can't find--pictures of Mrs. Anthrax and Dr. Germ in jail.  Then if you have the time, take a road trip.

Go to route 684 in New York State.  Exit 4.  If you are traveling North, take a right at the end of the ramp.  If you are traveling South, take a left.  You are on route 172.  Go to the end, make a left.  You are still on 172.  Eventually, the road will divide.  Bear to the right.  You are still on 172.  Go 2.4 miles.  On the left is the second entrance into Loop Road.  It is a very sharp left.  Then, the first right turn is a road titled Millertown.  Drive approximately one mile and look to the left.

If you look to the right you will see upon a hill a house with a cottage.  It is where I spent the first 38 years of my life.

Dear Mrs. Anthrax;

You have five business days (i.e., until Friday, March 23rd at 5 pm) to turn yourself in to the New Haven, Connecticut office of the FBI.  The paperwork Bush signed releasing you from custody is null and void for two reasons:

1. You were never in any United States prison.

2. Bush did not use your real name.

 

 

Dear Billy-Goat;

Mrs. Anthrax is as much your neighbor as she was mine.  She developed her biochemical weapons in the hospital where you were treated recently for heart issues, and I was treated in 2002.

When your daughter comes to visit your home in Chappaqua, she could be next.  And since she inherited your intelligence in combination with your wife's, she will be in greater danger than either one of us.

GO GET HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday March 19, 2007

I am the administrator for the school district of _____________________________________ attended by the sons of Jeffrey Suarez and Marie Robbins Suarez whose residential address is Millertown Road of Bedford, New York, in Westchester County.
To my knowledge, Jeffrey Suarez is NOT Ayman al-Zawarhi, second in command to Osama bin Laden of Al Qaeda.
To my knowledge, Marie Robbins Suarez is NOT Mrs. Anthrax, a high ranking member of Sadaam Hussein's political party who developed her biochemical weapons by experimentation on political prisoners.
Both said sons demonstrate NO character traits associated with children of spies such as isolation and extended, unexplained absenteeism.
There is NO known safety threat, such as ricen or small pox, to any attendees or employees of said school district.
					, 2007
signature		print name		date
sworn to before me on __________________, 2007			Notarization

 

Wednesday March 21, 2007

I would like to ask any male who is buying sex from either Pooh twin to please only pay $20 rather than their usual fee of $25.

On a nearly identical subject...

Is there anyone living in Bedford, New York, on Millertown or Brook Farm or any nearby roads or lanes, who would like to borrow a cup-of-sugar from this woman, while asking of her to autograph her picture?

You should wear either an Environmental Protection suit or carry Solaray's Tart Cherry herb.  It instantly neutralizes Ricen.  And I would like to advise the FBI to do the same on Friday.  She should disrobe at the gate, and her clothes should either be incinerated or contained.

And perhaps for a double bonus:

MURDER OF U.S. NATIONALS OUTSIDE THE UNITED STATES; CONSPIRACY TO MURDER U.S. NATIONALS OUTSIDE THE UNITED STATES; ATTACK ON A FEDERAL FACILITY RESULTING IN DEATH

AYMAN AL-ZAWAHIRI

Aliases: Abu Muhammad, Abu Fatima, Muhammad Ibrahim, Abu Abdallah, Abu al-Mu'iz, The Doctor, The Teacher, Nur, Ustaz, Abu Mohammed, Abu Mohammed Nur al-Deen, Abdel Muaz, Dr. Ayman al Zawahiri   DESCRIPTION   Date of Birth Used:  June 19, 1951 Hair: Brown/Black Place of Birth: Egypt Eyes: Dark Height: Unknown Sex: Male Weight: Unknown Complexion: Olive Build: Unknown Citizenship: Egyptian Languages: Arabic, French Scars and Marks: None known Remarks: Al-Zawahiri is a physician and the founder of the Egyptian Islamic Jihad (EIJ). This organization opposes the secular Egyptian Government and seeks its overthrow through violent means. In approximately 1998, the EIJ led by Al-Zawahiri merged with Al Qaeda.   CAUTION   Ayman Al-Zawahiri has been indicted for his alleged role in the August 7, 1998, bombings of the United States Embassies in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania, and Nairobi, Kenya.   REWARD   The Rewards For Justice Program, United States Department of State, is offering a reward of up to $25 million for information leading directly to the apprehension or conviction of Ayman Al-Zawahiri.   SHOULD BE CONSIDERED ARMED AND DANGEROUS   IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION CONCERNING THIS PERSON, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL FBI OFFICE OR THE NEAREST AMERICAN EMBASSY OR CONSULATE.

| New York Field Office | Most Wanted Terrorists | | FBI Home Page | FBI Field Offices |

 

Dear Commander Pooh;

It is now almost 5 pm in Connecticut.  In 48 hours is the deadline for Mrs. Anthrax to stand naked at 600 State Street in New Haven. There will be good weather, so you can wash her down without worrying about the rain.  The day-after-tomorrow she will say good-bye to her children, and never see them again.  I don't recommend sending her to Guantanamo Bay, because it is in Cuba, where she has connections.  (And someone has yet to explain to me why the Marines, occupying and observing an island as small as Massachusetts, never noticed Fidel Castro and his family maneuvering in-and-out of the United States continually during his entire tenure.)  Amnesty International will not be able to help her because according to the records, she is not in custody.  And according to the records, the prison camp in which she will be held does not exist.

I don't have much respect for the Bureau.  They went looking for a Western Hispanic in the Eastern Hemisphere; concluded that because Osama bin Laden walks with his cane in his left hand, he is left-handed; and decided that because he hires Arabs, he must be Arabian.  And I'll never know how they acquired the intelligence that he is the son of an unidentified Saudi sheik.  But nonetheless, at this time, they are all I have.

Upon failed, timely compliance, a decision will be made on whether or not another L&G will be executed.  Don't make the wrong decision.

V.

Friday March 23, 2007

And, of course, the FBI walked past Fidel Castro as $1.3 million was flying all over campus.

But nonetheless, do the people who have been panicking over my ticking biological clock, actually want me to return to my former home, and eventually give birth in a hospital in which Mrs. Anthrax experiments on babies?  If you will recall, in 2002 and 2003, the neo-natal unit received a $9 million renovation.  I believe this was to accommodate her experimentations.

This hospital is, of course, Northern Westchester Hospital Center in Mount Kisco, New York.  And if Coleen Tarpey of Garfunkel, Wild & Travis, is still an attorney representing this institute, I am herewith welcoming her to formulate a written response to my allegations, and I will publish this on this website and apologize for any non-malicious misrepresentations I may have made.

Otherwise, I would like to ask of all insurance companies to withhold payments until their lawyer has had a chance to respond and give assurance that medical malpractice is not routine in this hospital.

Ms. Tarpey, please comment...

If not, would Mr. Joel Seligman, the hospital administrator, like to do so?

Sunday March 25, 2007

I want them to place a telephone call to Mr. Hunt and Mr. Leibert.  And I want a plot of land down the street closer to the convenience store and the Italian restaurant, as well as many more trips to the frame shop.

And if you are not familiar with all of the circumstances, don't try to figure-out who Hunt and Leibert are.

At another time, I will e