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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.
Marie Friedlander Casper
with Ruth Casper, 1900?
Marie enslaved by birth-family, until
visitor, en-route via Friedland, Germany
to his arranged fiancée,
fell in love with her.
The Friedlanders begged him to
marry any of their other daughters,
but he insisted.
Marie mothered 9 children. All but 1,
Helene Casper Barlach, succumb to a
small pox epidemic resultant of wicked
British/Paganist biochemical attack.
Marie Posener Peiser 1904
with ? and Ernst
Marie w as in-law to
Leopold Lehmann 1829–1895, who was
the son of Moses Lehmann 1794–1870,
the son of Barbara Caspari 1770–?.
Back of photo. Writing of adult Ernst?
Ernst (1900-1976), son of
Max Leopold Lehmann (1870-1917),
Max was the son of Leopold.
Doris Behrend Lehmann
1840-1926 in 1914
With attorney-son Siegfried
“A good attorney earns
as much money for his client
as he charges in fees.”
& his sons Fredel and Günther.
Siegfried, brother of Max Leopold.
Günther, father of Ralph.
Lotte ? Lehmann
Dr. Max Leopold Lehmann 1870-1917
& Aunt of her namesake opera singer
1888 – 1976*
*photo courtesy of Official Lotte Lehmann Foundation
New York City, United States of America.
Alisa Doris Lehman
Hanseatic City of Danzig, 1938
With great-grandmothers & mother
Helene Casper Barlach, left
Selma Peiser Lehmann, right
Dr. Margaret Barlach Lehman ß
Photo before Helene developed
stomach cancer and asked
Margaret and her husband Ernst
to admit her into their home.
Request was denied.
Alisa Doris Lehman
B.A. History, 1961
City College of New York
Worked while schooling.
Placed husband through graduate
school who left her in 1969:
“Disappointed in (his)
His salary garnisheed for support.
Visitations revoked. Children
changed last name to Lehman.
Vivian Lehman, family anthropologist
March 31, 1970
At 16 Peters Lane of Bedford
New York, United States of America
Place of residence from
April 15, 1967 - April 15, 2005.
Born November 09, 1966
Photo by mother, Alisa Doris Lehman
Coat & hood made by
Dr. Margaret Barlach Lehman
Pigeon-toed skiing, 1929
“Weihnacten auf der Peterbaude”*
Dr. Margaret Barlach Lehmann.
‘Oma’ (German for Grandmother)
April 06, 1899 – October 24, 1990
Right-handedness naturally coupled
with left-brain dominance.
Pseudo-dominant left leg
caused by incongruent right leg.
Genetically transmitted to her only
child’s (Alisa) only daughter (Vivian).
*From the photo album of Oma’s mother-in-law
Selma Peiser Lehmann.
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?"
"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
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
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.
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.
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 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.
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
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
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...."
He wasn't convinced.
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?
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.
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.
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...
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:
You were never in any United States prison.
Bush did not use your real name.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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 explain what an L&S threat is. I hope I never have to threaten with such again.
Tuesday March 27, 2007
I have a request for Kathy McTigue, former general manager of Lord & Taylor in Stamford, as well as Dina Sturtevant, former divisional manager within this store, and Deborah Walker Hauptman, former human resources manager.
I would like them to look at the bank accounts of Mr. Ayman al-Zawarhi, and Mrs. Anthrax. Their associate, Monica Christiensen, promised Kathy $30,000 upon my demise. Looking at the personal resources of al-Qaeda, from where did they believe this money would come?
And perhaps they should realize that a woman who has to steal clothes so she can dress for work, probably doesn't have one-cent.
If Katlin, Kathy's seven-year-old daughter, did die within all the biochemical weapons Monica was throwing around, perhaps this general manager of a $55 million store might consider one more thing. Her daughter was very pretty. She was worth much more in the underground child pornography market.
If anyone would like to answer me, they can place their response(s) in writing. I will publish it on this website and apologize for any misrepresentations. Kathy can include a picture of her teenage daughter.
Thursday March 29, 2007
Trump Entertainment Resorts
I would like to ask of Wall Street to help me claw the next cockroach. This individual, by coincidence (of course), looks like the brother of a man who doesn't like buildings taller than his. I would like the Nasdaq value of the company of this peculiar man to steadily decline until this Most Wanted Terrorist is in a prison known to the CIA, yet unknown to the world. (This is a necessity as such terrorists have very sophisticated underground communications networks. I know it is not a nice thing, as the prison guards understand they have opportunities to torture with impunity--and human beings often take actions only because they know there are no penalties. But I don't know of any alternative. People like himself and Mrs. Anthrax were always aware of the consequences of their actions. They are grown human beings and can accept all associated responsibilities.)
If Wall Street needs any incentives, they can visit any of the office memorials to their colleagues.
TREASON - 18 U.S.C. § 2381; PROVIDING MATERIAL SUPPORT TO AL QAEDA - 18 U.S.C. § 2339B; AIDING AND ABBETTING - 18 U.S.C. § 2
ADAM YAHIYE GADAHN
Aliases: Abu Suhayb Al-Amriki, Abu Suhail Al-Amriki, Abu Suhayb, Yihya Majadin Adams, Adam Pearlman, Yayah, Azzam the American, Azzam Al-Amriki
Date of Birth Used: September 1, 1978 Hair: Brown Place of Birth: United States Eyes: Hazel Height: 5'11" Sex: Male Weight: 210 pounds Complexion: Light Build: Medium Citizenship: United States Languages: Arabic, English Scars and Marks: Gadahn has scars on his chest and right forearm. Remarks: None
Adam Yahiye Gadahn was indicted in the Central District of California for treason and material support to Al Qaeda. The charges are related to Gadahn's alleged involvement in a number of terrorist activities, including providing aid and comfort to Al Qaeda and services for Al Qaeda.
The Rewards For Justice Program, United States Department of State, is offering a reward of up to $1 million for information leading to the arrest of Adam Yahiye Gadahn.
SHOULD BE CONSIDERED ARMED AND DANGEROUS
The deadline for this clawing is April 12th. A much more significant deadline will soon be arriving. I don't know exactly when. I do know I have to claw at least three Most Wanted Terrorists. Mrs. Anthrax was never on such list.
Friday March 30, 2007
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If you want, we can establish as a stretch goal for July 4th, the captivity of the full list of Most Wanted Terrorists. The FBI needs all the help it can get. But I don't like using the word "help". I prefer, showing them how it is done. They characterize Adam as having a "light complexion". But since they believe Osama bin Laden only hired Arabs, he must not be Caucasian.
The fumigation process has three segments:
One from the rump,
second from the Pooh, and
third from the Hitler.
I was in the process of selecting the latter two. Maybe I don't have to make the effort.
18.27 +0.08 (+0.44%)
This has to
by 10:30 am, 1/2 half later:
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close: 18.07 ê -0.12 (-0.66%)
Eight business days until April 12th.
Perhaps if we work at it
the price will default to zero?
Donald Trump's sister is a Federal Court Justice.
If she would like to formulate a written response
to my allegation that this is Robert Trump,
I will publish it on this website and
for any non-malicious misunderstandings I created.
Monday April 02, 2007
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Wednesday April 04, 2007
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Saturday April 07 ,2007
There is a reason why I have been thinking so much about Patrick D. lately.
This is he
One of the September 11th hijackers who crashed into the North Trade Tower. He later pretended to be a Connecticut real estate agent (see my table, early 2006) .
He has long been a close associate with an individual who was a pilot employed by American Airlines on and before that fateful day. Such pilot was previously sent all over the Middle East. I believe I can identify that person as one of those who hijacked the plane which went into the Pentagon. But I knew him quite well, and would like to talk to him first. He is currently employed as an instructor of a flight school in Texas.
I don't believe this latter plane was hijacked. Only redirected.
I can't convince the FBI that they must have used a new, unknown invention for the purpose of jumping off of the planes (except for that in Pennsylvania) before impact with the buildings. The agent I spoke to does not believe humanity is inventive. One more for the Stupidity Files!
Sunday April 08, 2007
I went researching on the United States Patent Office website and found one very interesting inventor, Michael Kurtgis. According to the abstract, his invention is a "fall protection lanyard (which) may be connected to a load and used to safely transfer a human or nonhuman load in an elevated environment, such as from an airborne rotorcraft to an adjacent structure while providing fall protection..."
I found his home phone number, left a message, and this morning, he returned my call. According to him, for my theory to work, the pilots must have disabled at least one door before departure.
Does the FBI have the necessary surveillance video?
Dr. Kurtgis also reminded me of another FBI case concerning D. B. Cooper. I remembered reading about it on the FBI website and now understand that by publishing such, they did acknowledge my theory.
Tuesday April 10, 2007
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I would insert a happy face, except for the fact that someone tampered with my computer. I can't insert clip art. And that is only one problem. Of greater significance, is that when I performed a virus scan it did not stop at its usual 65,000 files. At 355,000, I called technical support and am still awaiting a response.
Wednesday April 11, 2007
I think that Donald Trump should soon be sending-in his brother. And, if he is true to his character, such will arrive postage due.
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Sunday April 15, 2007
I found on cnn.com a list of all September 11th passengers. On United Airlines Flight 93, that which landed in Pennsylvania, there is a Patrick Driscoll. There is no information on his identity such as age, personal history, etc.
Victim of WTC
Stephen Patrick Driscoll, 38, Lake Carmel, N.Y.
police officer, New York Police Department Confirmed dead, World Trade Center, at/in building
I found the above on his namesake website memorializing him. Lake Carmel is ten miles away from the 7-Eleven in Somers where Patrick D. annoyed us as often as possible. Look closely at his very unique nose.
This is one of the hijackers of American Airlines Flight 77 which crashed into the Pentagon:
|Majed Mashaan Moqed|
Washington, D.C., United States
I copied-and-pasted this from Wikipedia. His real name is Mark Mallon. He is the son of Linda Mallon--my former boss at the 7-Eleven. Remember her? She had a strict rule in her store that the victim-pays-for-everything. I obeyed. But she has yet to explain why she was so over-protective of Donald Trump as to offer me extra hours as a $5/hour cashier to pay for the $2,000 in damage he did to my book.
As I explained a few days ago, at the time of the event, Mark was a pilot for American Airlines, and he had many assignments throughout the Middle East. As I forgot to explain, he has a temperament. And after September 11, 2001, his change of facial expression was so extreme, I did not recognize him. He recognized me while I worked at Staples and had to remind me of his identity.
I have also been watching the DVD/movie Wall Street starring Charlie Sheen, Michael Douglas, and Daryl Hannah. At the time it was produced in the 1990's, Donald Trump boasted proudly of his input. Over-and-over again I hear the word parachute. Why?
Tuesday April 17, 2007
Let's get started correctly.
On April 12th, I observed that one of my car's tires had mysteriously deflated.
I found such as I was performing my ridiculous ritual of checking over the car several times before leaving it in the parking lot as I shop.
I immediately took it to my local Ford dealership, Columbia Ford.
They immediately placed the car on a lift and found the nail.
Can the satellites confirm it was sabotage?
If yes, whoever did this, owes me $15 plus the towing and collision expenses I did not have.
I want such money to be earned by giving this person a job in the loading area of The New York Times--$7/hour plus all of the discomfort in a drafty garage.
On another subject...
I want to know why the movie Wall Street never includes the World Trade Towers in any of its Manhattan sky-line views.
Saturday April 21, 2007
Once in a while I have something nice to say about my experiences at Lord & Taylor. I worked there between November 1998 and June 2000 in casual sportswear.
Filomena Serra was my immediate manager. Arlene Hazen was her immediate supervisor. And Kathy McTigue was the general manager.
For many companies, merchandising means following a planogram. These are diagrams most commonly used by chain stores. These specify the height of the shelves, and the position of each product according to its UPC code (i.e., scan-able bar code).
We occasionally received a planogram. And Filomena would look at it. The uniqueness of a clothing store is that fashionable items move quickly. We could never stop long enough to study a planogram as a pharmaceutical store might to market its allergy medications.
The skill of placing items on a shelf such that the customers notice these and decide they can't live another moment without them, is an extraordinary item of brainwork. Filomena is a master. She was correct 80% of the time, which is maximum.
I also learned much from Kathy. She instilled in me the concept of vertical merchandising. For example:
|polo shirts||crew neck shirts||henley shirts||v-neck shirts|
|polo shirts||crew neck shirts||henley shirts||v-neck shirts|
|polo shirts||crew neck shirts||henley shirts||v-neck shirts|
|polo shirts||crew neck shirts||henley shirts||v-neck shirts|
Everyone is on a different eye-level.
Many companies spend a small fortune training their people. The training I received was built into my salary. And I am now currently realizing how fortunate I was to be their student.
Sunday April 22, 2007
Included in the DVD Wall Street, is a documentary in which Michael Douglas describes an event between him and Oliver Stone. Such event occurred in the trailer of the former. What was it?
What was Oliver Stone's contribution to the movie? Scriptwriter, director, producer...?
Friday April 27, 2007
The good news is that the first series of the 1960's television series Ironside has been released on DVD. When I was a teenager, this was what taught me how to perform cross-examinations and examine evidence.
The other news is that they are finally noticing that I never lifted the L&G. The presidential bush isn't giving a Pooh conference. There are many possible excuses for job absenteeism. According to Ironside's pilot episode, there is only one; death.
Tuesday May 01, 2007
|Dear Mullah Krekar;
Thursday May 03, 2007
15.70 ê -0.75 (-4.56%)
On a nicer subject, I recently received from Staples a $15 coupon for $15 worth of copying and printing. Of course, I had more family history work to do. I changed a few words about the explanation of the lives of my great-grandparents.
Left-to-right, Annie Metz, George Schwab
(Best Man of Alisa’s wedding), Lee Gru
(Margaret’s niece-in-law), Dr. Margaret
Barlach Lehman and her son-in-law.
Photo by Margaret’s only child,
Alisa Doris Lehman, July 1954.
In Germany, Annie’s mother owned an inn,
and served leftovers to all the boys and girls
in the neighborhood, including little Margaret.
A childhood of black-bread and split-pea soup,
Margaret outlived her husband by 15-years
after his family of wealth fed him white bread.
The double spacing of the French Script font style is a consequence of transferring the information from Word 2003 to FrontPage 2002. The blurred photo of the memorial is very sharp in the other software program.
I am also re-printing an item from my birthday. I have to make one correction to the genealogy. I already made it on this website. It is amazes me that I can proofread it many times, and not see the mistake until I have to look at it constantly as it hangs on the wall. Siegfried is not the brother of Leopold Lehmann. He is the brother of Leopold's son, Max Leopold Lehmann.
The ghost of my mother insisted on the representation of Annie, and the consequences of a healthy diet early in childhood.
In the future, I have to create another plaque for Dr. Max Leopold Lehmann and his war medals. I forgot to mention he insisted that his remains must be cremated. In his time, they discovered bacteria. He did not want to be eaten by such.
Saturday May 19, 2007
I won't say why I did the classroom pictures today. I will say why I did the story about my great-grandfather, Ernst Barlach. It is to complete the hallway set.
Dr. Margaret Barlach Lehman, 1925? Berlin.
After graduation from German Universities.
Before accomplishment of American doctorate.
While math and science teacher, bestowing her uncontrollable laughter upon her students,
as it was maternally bequeathed to her.
From which she was legally required to
resign upon matrimony, according to legend.
Back of photo
Vivian Lehman, 1971 gender-integrated Kindergarten.
Mrs. Chamberlain, instructor, Bedford Village Elementary School
of the Bedford Central School District, New York, USA,
which educated her until her high school graduation of 1984. A life of potential husbands who manipulatively had her fired from her job(s) as part of their efforts to force her to propose to them in financial desperation. This includes a Special Agent for the Law Enforcement Agency, Federal Bureau of Investigators, FBI.
Ernst Barlach loved his German Shepard dog, who was one day missing.
A vendor kidnapped this animal, and used him/her to pull his wagon. One day, the dog-and-vendor were in the same village as Ernst. The dog recognized his master from afar, and broke loose. There was a big reunion.
The vendor wailed, “That’s my dog!”
All the townspeople insisted,
“That’s his dog!”
Tuesday May 22, 2007
As you already know, I believe the Reverend Robert Flanagan of the Bedford Village Episcopal Church, New York, is Qusai Hussein. And I believe that this person is also Dennis Thompson, the supervisor of the Immigration and Custom's Office of London's Heathrow Airport. In simpler terms, people asked of Qusai Hussein for political asylum from Qusai Hussein. That's logical, if you are the Queen depending on socialist monies.
I also observed Flanagan's wife, Lani, recording all of the Jewish holidays in her calendar. And I witnessed both their unfamiliarity with the New Testament.
When I raised such issues, and questioned Flanagan's real identity, the rector directed the Bedford police to tell me that I am forbidden from entering their parish.
But no one ever denied my allegation that he was involved with the poisoning of my asthma inhaler or my allegation that he systematically poisons pregnant women with ricen causing mongoloid conditions.
I also believe he and his brother are still alive. It is easy for two people with more than two identities to fake their deaths, and logical if the Iraqi people can't wait to hang them.
The rector's name is Terence Elsberry. If you go to the website of stmatthewsbedford.org, you will find a description of him. It includes the information, "His careers before entering Virginia Seminary in 1981 were as Managing Editor of Better Homes & Gardens Apartment Life Magazine..."
I have found this very disturbing for a long time. He must be trained to recognize a corporate propaganda artist. The literary world is full of them. But I couldn't blame him for not recognizing his identity. Or could I? And what about everything else? Why didn't he apply his training? And why was his rage against me so extraordinary?
Three questions must be asked.
Which oil and gas companies advertise in this magazine? An editor must know such sources of revenue so that no articles conflict with such content. And this is especially true for a managing editor.
What was Qusai's role in his father's company?
And which name did he use in his role of working with fellow American corporate executives?
Thursday March 24, 2007
Two-years-ago today I moved into this house. Two-years-ago yesterday was the closing. Immediately after such, I visited the house to make my bed. My new mattress was already there. If you will recall, I bought this because it cost the equivalent of one-hotel-night. I delivered it from the store's warehouse directly to the house a few days before. After I said goodbye to my hotel friends, I drove to my new home. I arrived at my street only to realize I had no groceries. I remembered the convenience store down the street and made my first visit.
On another subject...
I have been watching Air Force One starring Harrison Ford. It is too violent for me, but nonetheless, asks all the right questions. So I am forcing myself to watch it over-and-over.
THE ESCAPE POD
Does this technology currently exist?
If so, were five loaded onto each of the four planes on September 11, 2001?
THE VICE PRESIDENT
While I understand the script-writer based this movie on current executive policies, I am finding one serious contradiction: If our policy is not to negotiate with terrorists, why was the vice president communicating in any way to the lead-terrorist? Why did she give him an opportunity to make his demands and explain the negative consequences?
Saturday March 26, 2007
The FBI agent has been running around my home naked in the middle of the night, exhibiting his impotence to me. He has a British face, but you must have already guessed that.
A few days ago, he resolved to help Pooh with his efforts to prove that Fupi's job can only be accomplished by a Caucasian. So he has discontinued all sexual activity with me until I submit. That is, he has stopped visiting and nauseating me. And don't ask me why I let him in the house. I didn't. I don't know what techniques he is using to break through the chains and bolts, but it is the same techniques used by the Mafia hit-man with a British face.
I know this may come as a shock to this Special Agent, but there is a Constitution in this country which guarantees my right to not negotiate with terrorists, such as the Pooh.
But the FBI agent insists he has a right to steal money from me, because it helps him to have an erection. Is there a money back guarantee on that? If I took-up a collection, and asked everyone to contribute $1 to his impotency fund, would he have more success with me?
I would ask him about his ancestors except there is a problem with that question. When my grandparents went to the rallies in support of Adolf Hitler, he explained the German war reparations were going to British, French and Russian women who have no knowledge of who fathered their children. He complained they are all a bunch of animals. (So then his first priority after his election was to discontinue these payments.)
In simpler terms, I am certain the FBI agent has no knowledge of who his father is.
As to the subject of the Secretary of State, perhaps the time has come to replace her. The fatality rate in Iraq is too high. I would like to ask of Oprah to provide the President with a list of competent African American women who have the necessary qualifications.
Sunday May 27, 2007
The reason why I believe we should replace Condi with an African American is because I do not want anyone associating the foreign policy failures of this Administration with her skin tone or with that of her predecessor.
I would like to ask of the KKK to stop sending Thank You notes to President Bush.
As to the FBI Special Agent of British descent, if he would like my respect, he must know his annual salary of $50,000/year is not enough. And what are his student loans? It was all a waste anyway. I had to explain the forensic birds-and-bees to him. He can't distinguish between men and women. When I attended my college graduation, we were told the reputation of the school goes with us. His alma mater failed, and must acknowledge such.
He will have to ask for a promotion and a raise. In politics, that means homosexual servicing. GET TO WORK!!!!
On another subject...
How can we be certain which are the actual identities of the sons of the most brutal regime in 20th century history?
We could set-up a casino. Behind such, we could set-up a camp bearing the sign,
REFUNDS OF LOSSES.
They and their wives will run right-in. But as we have seen, so will many other people.
And they will all understand why they have to remove their clothing to receive their refund.
There is only one thing left to do. We will burn-out their wives uteruses and have them lie on two beds all day and receive the casino's police. If they satisfy them, we will have confirmation. But if either fails to satisfy three, she will be shot. She is easily replaceable.
Instead of a casino, just the camp. We could hang a sign on it
TAX EXEMPT CAMP
FINANCED BY THE
While we are on the subject of the reputation of the alma mater...
I would like to go back to 1992. My attorneys were Banks, Pickett, Gruen & Shapiro of Mount Kisco, New York. They administered my mother's estate. After they tried to steal the house, life insurance money, as well as break into the safe deposit box, and invade my personal finances, I decided they must have stolen something. I just don't know what it is. I also didn't appreciate their act of billing me for the time they spent on their resignation, phone calls to Donald Trump, their staffing problems, among other things.
Barbara Pickett charged me $200/hour to boast proudly to me of the fact that she has an Addition Consulting Business. She knows how to make a list of all household expenses and counterbalance such against income. She insisted I had to provide her with all such information so that she may help me. This was after she charged me $600 to review my mother's checkbook register looking for life insurance policies I may not know about. She obviously was too illiterate to read it.
It was an obvious attempt to invade my finances.
But it was also obvious that she does not know how to balance her monthly checking account statement. She probably doesn't know what it is.
They sued me for unpaid legal fees. It went before Supreme Court Justice Harold Wood. He was so impressed with her Addition Consulting Business, he was going to set a precedent that the laws which protected me against billing for unsolicited services, did not apply to such. He appreciated her act of repeatedly imposing her arithmetic skills on me.
Of course we now know that Barbara Pickett was not an attorney. She acquired a certificate-to-practice from the Attorney General's office, without a license. She is a high school drop-out.
I just researched the Judge's educational credentials: undergraduate degree from Lincoln University and graduate degree from Cornell University.
I want an explanation from the presidents of both these universities. This Judge never did his 4th grade homework:
Daddy's paycheck was...
Mommy had to pay these bills...
How much was leftover for your allowance?
We all did these, except he and Barbara Pickett.
Tuesday May 29, 2007
A few weeks ago there was a three-day meeting between the FBI agent and my two employers. I don't know know what they are up to but it will be British-dirty. If you will recall, in 1997, the actor who played an FBI agent had me fired from my job at the Grand Union Supermarket. Shortly thereafter, this employer went bankrupt. One did not cause the other. Rather, both issues were manifestations of their stupidity.
My manager was John Acocella. He helped set-up a situation with a customer. According to him, I threw groceries and change at her and was therefore fired. When the matter went into the courts, their attorneys used the phrase "insolence to a customer". There was a reason for that. If I had performed such a violent act, there would have been an injury report.
We eventually learned that this actor and prospective husband had AIDS. At the time we knew he was married with a ten million dollar debt which would be easily financed by his act of signing his name to my copyrights. I could then establish financial dependency upon him. I was previously nagged-and-nagged by my co-workers, Linda Griffin and Marianne Donaher, to see a psychiatrist to help me understand my problem.
So before the FBI agent penetrates me in my sleep again, I would like him to have a complete set of blood tests and pay-up his student loans.
One more thing about the British...
In 1998, I interacted with a British Customs agent. She was pregnant with Qusai Hussein's child. He impregnated all the women in his command. The baby died at the age of less than one year. She told law enforcement such was my responsibility because I neglected to inform her that babies are treated by pediatricians. She said she did not know that so therefore, took her sick child to a pharmacist with a felony conviction for poisoning people. The British report says:
"Descendant of German ancestry failed to take initiative on inferior qualities of British brain."
If Prime Minister Tony Blair and/or Her Majesty The Queen would like to dispute this, they can provide me with a copy of the report, and I will publish such on this website and issue an apology.
AND IF THERE IS ANY ADDITIONAL FINANCIAL INVASION BY HIM (BEYOND THE RECENT THEFT OF $118), I WILL PUBLISH HIS NAME ON THIS WEBSITE. HE IS WORKING WITH FUPI TO HELP HER PROVE THAT HER DARK SKIN TONE IS THE CAUSE OF HER INFERIOR BRAIN AND JOB INCOMPETENCE. HENCEFORTH, HE IS WORKING WITH AL-QAEDA. HE MUST RESIGN. AND I DON'T WANT TO BE CALLED A CHILD-HATER FOR MY FAILURE TO UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS THE ONLY WAY HE CAN IMPREGNATE ME.
AND I AM NOT CURRENTLY PREGNANT. MY GERMAN DNA IS TOO DISTINCT FROM HIS, AND IS THEREFORE, INCOMPATIBLE.
Wednesday May 30, 2007
These are my current top-ten demands:
1. Venereal disease and AIDS tests on Special Agent British-Brain;
2. Pay-off of all student loans by Special Agent;
3. Understanding that because these first two issues ensue inhibition of pregnancy potential, such does not make me a child-hater;
4. Explanation from Cornell and Lincoln Universities for conferring graduate and undergraduate degrees to Judge Harold Wood, a Supreme Court Justice who is easily impressed by Addition Consulting Businesses;
5. Complete accountability by Rev. Terence Elsberry for the establishment of Qusai Hussein as an Episcopal priest in his parish;
6. Acknowledgement by Mara Addison from Dorrance Publishing that she finally understands that there is no market for books with half-sentences and that her gambling losses were non-refundable;
7. It isn't too late for Donald Trump to pay for the damage he did to my book;
8. A Presidential cabinet in which all its members speak English. And which does not include members of the FBI's Most Wanted Terrorists nor wives of the Russian and Chinese Prime Ministers who need socialist financing;
9. Any reaction from the feminists for the way I was drugged in that hospital bed in January of 2002;
and (something new)
10. How much longer do I have to wait for the pro-life/anti-abortionists to react to the presence of Mrs. Anthrax in the maternity ward and neo-natal unit of Northern Westchester Hospital Center in Mount Kisco, New York? Perhaps if I say her year-round employment of 15-years includes the months of May and June (i.e., babies conceived nine months before graduation as a result of "unplanned act of passions" who enable the parents to exact financial demands on everyone)?
Saturday June 02, 2007
The L&G is no more. Sorry!
Sunday January 03, 2007
In 1997 I worked in a bakery at a local supermarket. My time there included the month of June.
One week we were taking orders for the high school graduation parties.
The next week we were taking orders for the funerals.
For some mysterious reason, we did not have either in May after the college graduations. Perhaps it was because we were not a college town.
This were not all suicides. Some were combinations of cars and alcohols.
Please be careful!
On another subject...
I have been doing more research and learned there were two Patrick Driscolls who died on September 11, 2001.
The first was Stephen Patrick Driscoll who, as an Officer of the Lake Carmel Police Department, was on duty in the North Bronx when the attacks against the World Trade Center occurred. (The North Bronx is, coincidentally, where Lehman College is located (i.e., my alma mater where, I believe, Osama ben Laden briefly attended). Patrick ran to help, and say Take-Care-and-Take-Five to all survivors.
The second is Patrick Joseph Driscoll, a 70-year-old retired engineer. He is survived by four children including two sons of the names Stephen and Patrick. He died on United Airlines flight 93 which landed on the fields of Pennsylvania.
On a related subject...
The FBI is making its demands on me. Or, in simpler, the Special Agent is announcing how much he charges per fuck. If I fail to make payments, they will circulate the information that I have a sex-drive problem.
They need help finding kidnapped journalists. I have decided to attempt to educate them.
|Are you in the correct hemisphere?|
|Did you walk past anyone suspicious (i.e., identical twin to Fidel Castro, etc.)?|
|Did much money move from an unspecified account?|
|Do you understand the forensic birds-and-bees (i.e., the morphological differences between men and women)?|
|Can you make more than cursory observations and conclusions (e.g., determining that because Osama ben Laden walks with his cane in his left-hand, he must be left-handed is an analysis based on minimal evidence)?|
|Do you understand?|
Saturday June 09, 2007
Today is the car's day-off. I would like to cover some unfinished business. It is about an issue which I have been nagged about for the past 20 years. Everyone's advocacy went to the woman who never stops nagging.
In 1987, a neighbor decided to complain to the police that our German Shepherd dog, Fluffy, had bitten her six-year-old child. She refused to sign the complaint. She discussed it with my mother, explaining she had a nurse's report. During the conversation, the child, Whitney Whalen, was sitting in the car taking great pleasure in the consumption of a cookie. My mother tried to talk to Whitney, but Marjorie, the mother, blocked her.
As Marjorie realized she had not convinced my mother, she telephoned the police 4-5 times-per-day asking of the dog warden to contact my mother. In exhausted condition, he finally did. He telephoned explaining, "I am not getting in the middle of any neighborhood disputes." My mother had a hard time convincing him that his participation in this was over.
But no inquiries as to the condition of the dog's health were ever mentioned. If the child had received medical attention from a nurse, she would have advised an inquiry about rabies and everything else. And if the dog warden believed her story, he would have done the same. According to Marjorie, the nurse who authored the report was Mrs. Schultz, another neighbor. And I would like to ask of her to state for the record if she ever examined the child.
For a long time, I have kept a trump card--the evidence that this never occurred. Fluffy was undergoing medical treatment for something. What was it? If the bite occurred, they would have to know.
But nonetheless, Marjorie believed that the telephone call from the dog warden was the conclusive step to the police report. That is, she had by-passed the necessary signature step. This meant she had authority. When we finally had an outdoor confrontation, and I refused to submit to her demands to confine an obedient dog, she said proudly, with a smile on her face, "Alright then! Let's go to court!"
It was the big moment she waited for.
She probably tried, and couldn't find an attorney willing to take her case.
But nonetheless, it was her only claim to being a good mother, and, unknown to me at the time, she was boasting throughout the whole neighborhood about her maternal triumph. If I had known, I would have threatened her with a slander suit. Circulating the information that a police report exists when it doesn't, is a maliciously false statement. And the malice was that she wanted us to assume financial responsibility for the child.
Whitney was at the time perfecting her social game. She would walk around with her head-down, a frown on her face, and her hands clasped together in front of her waist. She was expressing, poor-me-can't-do-anything-because-poor-me-was-bitten-by-a-dog. I watched the other children observe her in disbelief.
The behavioral information on the mother was fascinating to me. It was at the time I was writing the book. It was a perfect example of someone who has no understanding of justice, only dominance. And when Donald Trump learned that the manuscript was on file at the Office of Copyright in the Library of Congress, he found the chapter and relayed it.
The next thing was that Nurse Schultz moved out of the neighborhood. It is my understanding that Marjorie threatened to circulate the information of her affair with Joseph Whalen.
Otherwise, I don't believe Mrs. Schultz had any knowledge of any of this.
But that's not the whole story.
A few months before the bite fabrication, Joseph Whalen left his accounting firm and began his own. After my mother died, I thought about hiring him to process the estate tax return. As much as I trusted him, I knew that Marjorie was already involved with the stalking, and decided I could not place the paperwork in his hands. I have often wondered why he left his firm. Is she an expert at alienating clients?
And even that is not the whole story.
A few years before the fabrication, my mother was driving home as I was in the passenger seat. We were about to pass the Whalen driveway. Then suddenly, Anthony Cuppaioulo, another neighborhood child, leapt his bicycle in front of the car. My mother slammed on the brakes.
A few months later, I was in the driver's seat as my instructor was next to me. Marjorie stood on the street, with baby-Whitney in her arms, and coached him on exactly when to leap. My instructor slammed on the brakes.
If the accident had occurred, what was she planning on doing? Placing the baby in his pool of blood? After almost 25-years, I still can't figure-it-out.
And if she wants to tell her side of the story on this website, she should put it in writing, and I will publish such and apologize for any non-malicious misunderstandings I may have created.
Thursday June 13, 2007
A few days after this event, I have finally decided to write about this. Although it seems to have no link to my issues, I have learned my lesson that I don't know what the links are and I should record everything.
It was Saturday night, raining, around 8 pm. I heard a loud noise. I knew immediately what it was. A car went around the sharp road-curve in front of my home. I am certain the road was originally built for horse-and-carriage because of the age of some of the houses in the area. I heard someone yell, "Whoa!" I ran into the computer room and looked through the darkness. My initial reaction was to telephone the non-emergency number of the police. It is posted upon my desk. But it looked strange. I decided strange is 9-1-1.
I called that. I said the street name and was asked for the exact location. I said, "Near the sharp curve." Of course, there are many. I collected my thoughts and was more specific. A few minutes later the police arrived. Of course, I had to go outside and look, but I also wanted to extend an open invitation. I then saw the phone pole was broken and the wires were dangling in the street--strange.
I went back inside and used my computer briefly for routine issues such as checking e-mail. It was behaving normally.
The fire department and electric company were summoned. My electricity was shut-off. It never occurred to me to shut-off the computer before their inevitable arrival. And then they all left as the yellow police line cut-off both directions of the street. I was curious. So I telephoned the electric company. Although she had no knowledge of the problem, it seemed to her that the poll was not their property, but rather the phone company's. A delivery of a new pole had to be made. Later that night I saw the flat bed arrive with this. By 10 am the following morning we had a new poll and fully restored electricity. Except for one problem, it was as if it never happened.
My computer would not start normally. I don't believe it was the sudden shut-off which caused this. I think it was the damage performed by the power surge of the impact. But it wasn't recognizable until the re-start occurred. Many changes aren't recognizable until then.
I had to do a system restore. But as with the last system restore (a few months ago after a virus hit), my printer's drivers could not be downloaded. Another printer into the trash can.
There are two more peculiarities--one which occurred before, another which occurred after.
A few weeks ago, there was a severe thunder storm. I was sitting in my computer room and noticed a few cars use my driveway to change directions. I finally decided to take a closer look. A large branch was down in the street. I called the non-emergency number of the police who assured me they were aware of the problem. When the highway department arrived, I opened my door and extended an open invitation.
Yesterday, a virus entered my computer. It was quarantined and destroyed by my anti-viral system.
Friday June 15, 2007
It didn't take long after Julie Blanchard became chair of the Town Board of Coventry, but there is already a threat to environmentalism and open space. Ms. Blanchard is the daughter-in-law of Robert Blanchard, the senior partner of the real estate agency which sold me my home. Her husband is a builder. Eric Gregan, the builder of my home, began his career as his employee.
On this website, in 2006, I discussed Donald Scussel, one of the board members, and his resemblance to someone I don't like. As I took an interest in this issue, I learned he quit the Town Board. But I don't know when.
That leaves Zenko, Wolf and Putnam. It is my understanding that the latter expressed his advocacy of open-space preservation, to my surprise. Even more amazing, he is pro-environmentalism.
But should I believe him?
When will Ms. Blanchard discuss waste management and fraud control? A better question is, When will she learn how to spell these words?
If you will recall, her election platform was, I think this town needs a swimming pool so my husband can sell more houses.
Does she understand the connection between the two?
How about a complete audit? I am certain Board Member Wolf and her daughter Monica Wolf Christiensen would advocate the concept.
How about if the recovered monies are used by the Town to purchase land for the purpose of environmental protection?
How about if everyone receives a refund which can be applied to the purchase of land?
How about if the remaining monies are used to finance a Town swimming pool, and state-of-the-art computer learning center in the high school?
And how about if we teach Governor Jodi Rell a lesson on leadership and fiscal responsibility?
It has been a long time since we telephoned our representatives asking for audits. I think it is time for a follow-up call. Especially since those we telephoned in 2001 are probably not the same people we will be contacting now. November elections are closer than you think. Now is the time to begin the screening process.
And I want Wall Street's advocacy, particularly the insurance companies based in Connecticut. I bought this house in anticipation of the inevitable economic turn-around. Who buys more insurance policies? People who own large parcels of land in towns with generous amounts of open space. Or people who live on small lots in towns where there is no wildlife conservation? Life experience has taught me it is the former.
Saturday June 16, 2007
I have been thinking much about Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter. Hawthorne's grandfather was a judge in the witchcraft trials. I believe that in this book, if you analyze the scene at the governor's mansion carefully, you will see it is this official who is the father. In my opinion, this author is attempting to understand drug-rapes. I especially believe this because the opening chapters in the book present the issue of all the town officials demanding of the mother to point the father out in the crowd, and she can't. She has a daughter in her arms. These victims probably never had sons.
I have recently decided that Hester Prynn, the story's heroine, made her visit to the mansion to confront him with the drug-rape and his paternity. He confessed and demanded custody. She never raised the issue again.
After this acrimonious event, Hawthorne suggests the father was a clergyman and this was an act of love and passion. Henceforth, Hester kept their secret. But the story drags on. It doesn't drag before. I don't believe Hawthorne believed his theory. But it was all he could think of.
I have done much research on the subject of witchcraft--today known as Wicca. Those who practice this proudly admit they have been in Salem, Massachusetts since the time of its first European settlement. And they proudly admit to the mysterious rashes some of their biochemical weapons cause.
When I first began to notice I had been the victim of a Wicked attack, the Royal family immediately attacked my reputation. And they were good at it.
The first Biblical reference to Paganism is in the book of Ezra. When the Israelis attempted to expel the Jews because they observed no holidays and paid no taxes, the Jews "weakened the hands" of the Israelis. My guess is this was a ricen attack.
Sunday June 17, 2007
Today is the car's day-off. So I am taking care of unfinished business.
What else happened at 7-Eleven?
Wasn't it enough that my employer attempted to force me to pay for the damage which a billionaire did to my property because it was in my best interest to work with people who thought their gambling losses were refundable?
Wasn't it more than enough that during my work day, I had to listen to Officer Stephen Patrick Driscoll of the Lake Carmel, New York Police Department champion his cause of his favorite lottery game, Take Five, while he was on taxpayer payroll?
But this was New York. It all has to happen. And if doesn't, you're just not trying.
It was November 9, 1994. An easy date for me to remember as this is my birthday. Linda Mallon, the franchisee, and her husband, were going to St. Martin to celebrate their anniversary. She gave me $40 cash applicable to a birthday present and looking-after the store. I also received four hours extra pay as per company policy which recognized birthdays as holidays.
We had four managers:
Peggy. The woman who owned the 7-Eleven in the next town. She and Linda were very close friends. In addition to shared professionalism, they also took Yoga classes together.
John Conners. He used to be a full time manager, while managing and owning a GNC nutrition store. He then opened a second such store and remained part time with us.
Michelle Limitone. She used to be another full time manager before I began working there in July. of 1994. She left to be a full time manager someplace else, but returned to be part time with us.
Waqar Khan. He looks like one of the hijackers. But I can't be certain. He was also a full time manager before I joined the staff. Linda once gave him some of my responsibilities in an attempt to give me a day off. I was summoned on this day of rest to help him count money--which he couldn't do. I saw the condition of my desk and almost went hysterical.
A few things happened before Linda's departure:
For the past few weeks, I had a problem with Ronnie, one of the cashiers and the arch-rival of Patrick. (Remember him? Patrick would drive up-and-down the street until he left for the day. Ronnie and Patrick were arch-rivals for their love of Joanne, a cashier.) Ronnie was instructing the 7 am-3 pm shift to not perform a lottery print-out at the end of the shift. Instead, he explained, I would do the totals for the whole day. It was a new rule he had invented that decreed that I did not need to know the activities for each of the three shifts: morning, evening, and overnight. I hung notes behind the counter nicely asking that the practice change to its original. In my last note, I finally said, "To the person who is telling everyone not to, you will receive personal notice of this in crayon." That settled it.
One week before, Joanne left her parents to move in with Ronnie's family. I don't know exactly where they lived. I do know they were caretakers of a synagogue. I don't know exactly what happened between Ronnie and Joanne's father. I do know that Joanne told me her father grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.
Just before, I made my routine telephone call to the New York State Lottery Commission placing the store's order. They informed me there was a new $2 Stocking Stuffer for the holidays. I ordered two books.
A few days before, Linda gave Joanne her key to the bank depository so she could made the daily trip to the bank and the drop-off. I didn't want the responsibility because of all the stalking. Linda drove her to the bank and provided a complete tour.
Linda went on her vacation. Everything began very routinely.
Then one morning I was reviewing the materials for the 7-3 shift of the day before. It was Ronnie and Joanne's. There were no yellow receipt tapes pulled from the registers. It was the only time this happened. I was with Lisa, another cashier, in the office. We decided to ask Joanne. I nicely asked. Joanne backed herself against the wall and couldn't answer.
I then reviewed the 3-11 shift. The first book of $2 Stocking Stuffers sold-out. (A $1 book was $250 tickets--$250.) I assumed this was $500. It wasn't. It was 125 tickets. My mistake.
Michelle came in. I told her about the $250 shortage. She suggested looking into the drawers for cash which may have become trapped. As we looked, Ronnie's teenage sister kept asking, "What's the matter?" There was something peculiar about her tone.
The same two people who performed the evening shift the day before came in to do another such shift. I very nicely asked them about the $250 shortage. They were stunned. Later that day, Linda made her routine call to the store. I told her. She said to wait until tomorrow to see if there is a positive counter-balance.
The next day, Joanne and Ronnie were on the evening shift. Lisa and I waited for Joanne to show-up early to do the deposit bag delivery. She didn't. You might think she expected me to perform the beginning part of her 3-11 shift so she could make the trip. But I usually left by 1 pm.
At 2:30 I asked Lisa to join me as I made the trip. It couldn't wait until after 3 pm because I did not have a key to the depository and therefore had to place such in the teller's hands.
Joanne and Ronnie arrived to do the evening shift. As Lisa and I sat in the office, Ronnie suddenly yelled, "It is all yours, Vivian." He stormed out and rested on the hood of Joanne's car. Lisa and I ran out onto the sales floor. I did not want him lingering in the parking lot. I suggested to Joanne that she take him home as we assumed the registers.
At some point, I don't remember exactly when in the sequence, I called John at his GNC store. He suggested I work the evening shift. He then placed the phone down explaining he had a line of customers. I yelled, "Don't you hang-up the god-dammed phone on me!" Lisa ran-out. His line of people thought I was his wife tossing him out into the dog house.
As Lisa and I were on the sales floor, I threw my office keys to her as she went into the office to call the other two cashiers asking if they could help. Everyone rose to the occasion. She came out exclaiming in sarcastic delight, "How many people do we need?!"
Later that night, Randy, the overnight person, arrived. He received the news.
The following morning, I arrived at my usual time of 6 am. I met John who attempted to blame me for the problem explaining it was a result of all the notes I leave for everyone. This was the last we would see or hear from management.
Randy then informed me he had some ideas about how to rearrange the schedule. He joined me in the office. We had to split 100 hours between a few of us. We drew a fictitious scenario:
I walk in one morning to find Randy asleep behind counter.
Randy hears my heels click in his dreams and mumbles, "Oh Vivian's here, it's okay."
I assume a register and finally, in a complete state of exhaustion, rest my head upon it as I ring-up customers.
Linda returns home from her vacation and yells, "Well Randy! What do you have to say for yourself?!"
In the office, we laughed and laughed as we formulated the scenario and new schedule. I also had to call our parent company over a concern a vendor had concerning a bill Waqar had not paid. I couldn't stop laughing long enough to explain the problem. I finally told her about the staffing (not money) problem. She explained that when a franchisee goes on vacation, that is the usual result.
I believe this was Tuesday, but can't be certain.
Randy telephoned Peggy who confirmed she would send one person for the Thursday 7-3 shift and another to do that of Friday.
On that day of Tuesday?, Lisa eventually arrived to do Joanne's evening shift. She was early so she could go with me to the bank.
Then, as we waited for the clock to strike 3, Joanne walked-in. We sent her home.
Later in the week the bank noticed me hand-delivering the deposit bags to the windows and asked to know why: "Where's Linda?" I explained, and received a key.
Then the second book of $2 Stocking Stuffers sold-out. I found my mistake and apologized to everyone. But it didn't explain everything. What about the missing register tape and incorrect instructions for lottery print-outs? And why were they so nervous?
On Thursday night, Linda called me at home and demanded to know who aggravated Ronnie and Joanne to the point that they, and his sister, ran-off. I tried to explain.
On Friday she returned and eventually, re-hired Ronnie and Joanne.
On Monday, she submitted payroll, accurately.
The subliminal information I received from the parent company was that it was "dead-on-arrival" because of the cooperation everyone practiced.
On Friday the paychecks arrived. We each received a $50 bonus. Randy thanked her. When she left the office, he turned to me, "A simple thank you would have meant much more." I understood.
A few months later it came to the fore that a $200 money order had been executed on the day of my mistake. This transaction was never entered into the registers. I tried to explain this to Linda. She wasn't listening.
June 21, 2007
Dear Ayman al-Zawarhi;
|CANDACE CLARK||JUSTIN FRANCHI SOLONDZ|
|age 23?||Date of Birth
October 3, 1979--age 27
|Kathleen Sampey?, age 41?||Kathleen Sampey, age 41?|
|charter.net||FBI Most Wanted Domestic Terrorists|
|"In this undated photo released by the Columbia County Jail, shown is Candace Clark in Portage, Wis. Clark, along with two others, was arrested after the search for a missing 2-year-old girl led police to Wisconsin, where they found the toddler alive and living with a tortured boy and a woman buried in the backyard, authorities said Saturday, June 16, 2007. (AP Photo/Columbia County Jail)"||"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"|
I hope they release the photos of those Candace Clark was arrested with.
Saturday June 23, 2007
As to the issue of the $200 money order, I should explain a few facts.
The register tape is the yellow copy duplicate of all transactions. At the end of the shift, the cashiers were required to cut and remove such.
Another relevant fact, is that as part of my responsibilities as cash reporter, I had to pull a daily report from the registers. Included in such were the total quantity and value of all money orders sold. The person who executed the money order, probably didn't know that. They must have thought I would notice a missing money order, and look through the yellow tapes for such sale. In fact, the money order machine and register were different instruments. I had no way of knowing what activity the former had performed because it did not create a daily report. All they had to do was execute the money order, and not act guilty.
As to the issue of Waqar, this is the hijacker who looks like him:
Waqar was born and raised in Pakistan. The information I received from John Conners is that even though he had been in this country for ten years, he still had his green card and had not achieved citizenship. His wife was still in his native country.
He was the assistant manager before I began working there in mid-July of 1994. He left to open a gas-station/convenience-store in Neuberg, New York. He returned to us a few months later to complain he wasn't doing well and needed some work. For me, it was an amazing experience.
He one day asked of me to cash a check for him. It was for $600. He was the third party, and the check was unendorsed. I said I couldn't. He did not understand why. I tried to explain.
When Linda came in, he informed her that I refused to cash his check, and nothing else. She told me he could cash a check. I explained the problem. She answered that if there was a problem, she would gladly pay $600. She then asked of me to hand her the deposit bag so she could cash the check. I ran out of the room.
A few weeks later, when he performed an overnight shift, he did the same thing with a $900 check. Neither bounced.
Early in November, I decided to take charge of the Christmas decorations. For Halloween, Linda gave Joanne some money and sent her shopping. Her style made me feel I was in a day care center. I resolved at that time I would think of something for Christmas. I came-up with an idea Linda liked.
My idea was that we try something unique--marketing plants. Poinsettias, to be exact. Instead of spending money on the decorations, we would make money. She then informed me that she just received in the mail a brochure from a local merchant. She explained that the large $20 items would not sell in a small ticket store. But we ordered a few for decoration purposes only. She also went for the heart-shaped topiary, small poinsettias, and a few other items.
But would we know how to take care of these? We would find out soon.
A few days before Thanksgiving the shipment arrived. We finally learned that Joanne used to work for a florist, and Zafar is unusually talented with plants.
On Thanksgiving, the $20 items sold. We decided these were last minute gifts to the hostess.
Then another vendor, the person who sold to us the bouquets we marketed all year long, made a visit. He had table-centerpiece-bouquets which marketed for $20 each. Should we market these? I pondered, as I hoped Linda would arrive before he left.
Waqar and I sat in the office as he insisted on knowing what my issue was. But I decided the story was too long and too feminine for him. He started to throw a tantrum. Linda arrived. I left the cash on my desk to talk to her. I often did this when a manager was in the office.
Waqar left the office-door open, and another vendor seated at my desk, when he decided to stand in the store-entrance-door in the way of the three of us as the floral vendor walked Linda and I to his van. We ignored Waqar. Linda decided against marketing such and when we returned, Waqar was standing in the office-door advising me to never leave a vendor alone with cash.
Linda verbally disciplined me.
I asked, "Why did Waqar leave?"
"Because when you are not doing the cash report, you are not thinking about the cash."
In early January, the store did inventory. We were missing $2,000 in high gross.
What is high gross?
The coffee cups with the 7-Eleven emblem were more expensive than regular cups. This was how the parent company took its share of the coffee profits. And the coffee packets were more expensive than store coffee.
One box of coffee packets and one box of cups were missing.
She later explained to me that she believed that an overnight person with an office key was shutting-off the video camera and exiting with supplies. She eventually recovered her lost inventory.
But she did not fire that person.
Sunday June 24, 2007
Cash shortages that are non-resultant of theft are a fact of life in bookkeeping. When I worked in a supermarket a few months later, the head bookkeeper counted the daily cash and concluded there was a $245 shortage. I wasn't worried. I knew that cash is like any other paperwork. It goes places, falls behind things, and disappears as if it has a mind of its own. One week later she found one book of instant lottery tickets which fell a few millimeters back in its dispenser. Neither she nor the other bookkeeper nor the evening office clerk noticed this.
Another incidence which occurred at the supermarket was that I once counted-out my drawer at the end of shift and found one check missing. I turned the matter over to the office clerk. It took her a few seconds to find it. She said, "You panicked. Never panic when money is missing."
For my first evening alone as an office clerk in the supermarket, I arrived to find one of the cashiers complaining her drawer was $100 short. I found that one of the bookkeepers entered one of her cash withdrawals for $100 too much. A short time later another cashier, with a very pale, frightened face, handed me her drawer saying the food stamp total was short. I immediately found her mistake and relayed the good advise about never panicking. Then another cashier, with the same face, handed me his drawer saying he had a shortage. I found that too and again, repeated the good advise. Then another cashier informed me she had a shortage of $4.51. I immediately knew she gave a $5 bill as change rather than $1. I didn't immediately count the drawer. I just asked her not to loose any sleep over a mistake which is routine in a store which handled that much cash.
When I worked at Staples, my manager performed a mid-shift cash withdrawal on my drawer for $250. Then the computer crashed. Then it continued to prompt it had too much money. He then withdrew $50 so it would stop annoying me. Several hours later, after closing, the manager ran up to me, almost panic stricken, nicely asking me why I was $250 short. I calmly thought for a second and remembered the mishap. He agreed that must have been the problem. The following morning the office cash was counted and it was $250 over.
But what happened at 7-Eleven must have been strategized by someone who knew this would confuse me. That someone was either very insightful and had in-depth knowledge of the instant lottery system, or that someone had an identical experience.
Part II, Sunday June 24, 2007
But nonetheless, I have finally noticed something. After all my pondering during the 13 years, it has finally occurred to me that the task of taking the deposit bag to the bank must be strictly managerial. Especially since Linda would be in breach-of-contract if one day was skipped. John Conners lived up the street and visited us every morning for his free cup-of-coffee (except during the days immediately following the execution of the $200 money order). He had a key to the bank depository.
On Christmas Eve, I would find the sabotage to my book.
Two days ago I speculated that the strategy must have been formulated by someone who had an identical experience. This points to Peggy. For each of the first few days of Linda's vacation, she would visit us and initially go directly to the magazine rack positioned in front of the entrance, and make a selection. From there she must have seen the instant lottery tickets positioned under clear Plexiglas beneath the counter. Each ticket has a number she could probably see.
Now the questions remain:
Did she have the two cashiers (not Ronnie and Joanne) execute a money order without paying for it?
Did she execute the money order herself?
For all these years I have felt guilty that I asked these two (not Ronnie and Joanne) about the shortage and any explanations they may have to offer. They were terrified during the few days required for me to find my mistake. But now I realize they must have seen something. Perhaps they didn't understand what it was.
And there are a few more questions:
While John Conners was still receiving managerial pay of $600/week, why was he not assigned to take the deposit bags to the bank?
Why did Joanne stop appearing to take the deposit bags to the bank?
How many deposit bags were supposed to accumulate in the office after I received $40 to watch-over the store?
And, of course:
Why were the yellow tapes of Ronnie and Joanne's shift disposed of?
Why was Ronnie giving incorrect instructions concerning the lottery print-outs ensuing that I would only have one daily print-out instead of three--one for each shift?
Why did Ronnie, acting guilty, leave for the day and not return until Linda returned?
Why did Joanne drive him home, and not return until two days later?
What were they all trying to prove?
Sunday July 01, 2007
For the past few days I have been thinking much about something I haven't thought about in almost 30 years. It was a strange incident when I was in the sixth-grade.
As I have stated previously, I was raised in IBM country. It is these government computers which finance worldwide socialism. Socialism is directly connected to the practice of Wicca. It is a fact of these people's lives to sacrifice a child to such experimentation and development of biochemical weapons.
It was at Fox Lane Middle School. One day I went to physical education class. I had a question for the senior instructor, Ms. McGee. She looked into my eyes, and asked about the redness. I said I must have scratched myself. She disagreed. She gave me a note explaining I must call my mother, have her come immediately to pick me up and take me to the eye doctor. She believed it was pink eye. It was the first time I ever heard of that disease.
She was correct.
I went to the principal's office. Outside of such were the administrative assistants. One of these was my neighbor, Mrs. Davies. While her children were in parochial school, we often rode the bus together. I believed she should know about this. They may have it too. I showed her the note, and my eye. She handed me the phone. I called explaining I am being sent home with instructions to go directly to the eye doctor. She said she would come as soon as possible. Then Mrs. Davies sent me to the nurse a few steps away. She would have also requested that I have her examine my eye and immediately relay the information to her. But she didn't have to make the request. She knew I would. We understood each other.
A child of an IBM family was seated there, as she would until at least as long as it took for my mother to arrive. I never knew her purpose. She was a fellow student.
The nurse never examined me. Instead, she yelled uncontrollably for ten minutes explaining that the phone call should have been made from her office: "How do we know that was your mother you called?! If you called someone else and that person picked you up, your mother could sue the school!"
But at age 11, I was unaffected. Usually such an incidence would reduce me to tears. But I knew the principal outranked her. And I knew my neighbor could hear everything she was yelling. I hoped the principal could hear it too. I knew he wouldn't like hearing that she is an important person, while he is not.
Now I also understand that if the principal's office did not know who I was calling, as the nurse suggested, she could not have known.
I then went to all my instructors and acquired my homework for the next three days. When I returned, the IBM child was outside of the building and we re-entered together and sat in the nurses office.
And how did the nurse know it was my mother who picked me up? Did she ask for a driver's license or perform a DNA test? The principal had met my mother. She never did.
The child's last name was Townsend. I don't remember her first name.
Wednesday July 04, 2007
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Dear Ayman al-Zawarhi;
Do you want to surrender now, or wait?
I don't mind the wait.
Thursday July 05, 2007
Ayman al-Zawarhi is now initiating a major offensive strategy against me. Of course, he is being helped by his Jewish following. Why? There is only one possible reason: They want to prove the superior quality of my brain. I won't disappoint them. I would like to ask of the German government to help the FBI capture him. For many centuries, they have made records of the activities of this underground Paganist movement. No one understands it as well as their anti-terrorism task force. If there were any German nationals in the United Nations building on September 11, 2001, German prosecutors can use that as an excuse to bring him to justice.
Friday July 06, 2007
SOMEONE IS ASKING ME FOR PROOF THAT JEFFREY SUAREZ IS AYMAN AL-ZAWARHI, 2nd IN COMMAND OF AL-QAEDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I knew my German cousins would come through!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Several approaches should be made:
In 2005, Mr. and Mrs. Suarez filed a police report against me with the Bedford Village, New York precinct. Have such an officer walk up to his home, knock on the door, and perform a follow-up. The Coventry, Connecticut police report cites me as saying this is a death penalty case. Doesn't Ayman want to respond? Don't the officers want a response? How do they feel about the fact that 60 of their colleagues died on September 11, 2001?
Have the police department telephone him. All such calls are recorded. Compare such voice to tape recorded materials we have of Ayman al-Zawarhi. If you can't talk to him, listen to his tape recorded message on his answering machine.
Talk to the Bedford Police Department. Ask why they are so over-protective of him.
Talk to Carl Icahn, a resident of Bedford Village. He and Donald Trump play poker together for high stakes in the cottage on his estate. I believe Trump does not like buildings taller than his, and was directly involved in this. Maybe Mr. Icahn knows something.
Sunday July 08, 2007
And one more thing for my cousins in Germany...
In the FBI Most Wanted profile, it is explained:
"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." (emphasis supplied)
Sargeant Ochtera of Coventry Police Department described the situation by explaining that Jeffrey and Maria Suarez are:
"wanted people with death sentences on them....These are the people with the death sentences."
When Ochtera and his Lieutenant visited my home in 2005, my exact choice of words were:
"This is a death penalty case."
Ochtera's police report indicates that a conviction with death-penalty-sentencing has occurred. This is libelous as the FBI eloquently explains that Ayman Al-Zawarhi has been "indicted".
Would the Chief of the Coventry Police Department, Mark Palmer, like to personally ask of the Suarezes if this should be corrected? And would they like to receive an apology?
If any law enforcement official of the United States military or paramilitary would like to approach Mr. Suarez, it is my demand that s/he be unarmed--both guns left behind. They have to follow their own rules. I was left in unarmed and unhealthy condition to fight back. If I can survive it, so should they.
Part II, Sunday July 08, 2007
I would like to discuss Ochtera's report further.
He speaks in the plural about those with "death sentences". At the time, I did not recognize Mrs. Suarez as Mrs. Anthrax. And even if I did, I am not aware that law enforcement is seeking the death penalty. On September 11, 2001, 60 police officers incinerated in a few hours. And the United States Government seems certain that Ayman Al-Zawarhi was involved. Murder of one police officer is almost always automatically considered a death penalty case. There has been some suggestion that biochemical weapons were involved, but nothing conclusive. Ochtera's plural usage of this phrase is also libelous.
He also states that when he and his Lieutenant visited me, I
"pointed to several wanted posters on the internet".
The second "poster" which I "pointed to" was of Qusai Hussein. And I did not present such to them from the FBI's website, but rather my own as his face compares to Robert Flanagan of St. Matthew's Episcopal Church in Bedford Village, New York. At the time, Ochtera told me, "Those are not the same people." Then he insisted that DNA tests were conclusively performed on the corpse of Qusai.
To my knowledge, the United States Government has no DNA material of Qusai Hussein. My guess is that if they did, they probably would have captured him many years ago. I didn't argue with Ochtera. There was no point. He was never going to be my advocate. But I don't know why.
Part III, Sunday July 08, 2007
I was just on the website of Wikipedia. It explains that the "American Command" used dental records to confirm the identification of the corpse of Qusai Hussein.
Let's put that in its proper perspective.
In college, I took one class in forensics instructed by Prof. James V. Taylor. During my last visit to FBI headquarters in Connecticut, I found myself explaining basic principles to a special agent of criminology. I tried not to be a snob. It wasn't easy.
Forensics is the application of science to the law. The issue which dominated the semester was how to identify a corpse. Prof. Taylor explained it is easier to exclude than include possibilities.
Let me illustrate.
Suppose I disappeared. And then a body was dragged out of the river which looked like me. The dentition included all four wisdom teeth.
New York dental records would confirm that I had all these removed 20-years-ago. Henceforth, my identity is excluded as possible identity of the corpse.
Then they find another body, and the records match. But it has been 20-years since I last saw the dentist. (I find I don't need to as long as I drink enough whole milk.) Old dental records are inconclusive.
If dental records, particularly x-rays, were used to identify the body of Qusai Hussein, they would have had to have been taken shortly before the date-of-death. Furthermore, facial damage which altered the dentition must not have occurred during his alleged final battle. The photos, in my opinion, do not indicate facial preservation.
If they wanted to convince me that the publicized photo is of the corpse of Qusai Hussein, then they should have taken a sample of the deceased's DNA and compared such to the imprisoned Sadaam Hussein.
They are lying.
But, nonetheless, it is a photograph, not video. If I wanted to play dead, I could perform the same trick. But I would use plenty of foundation-makeup to conceal the circulation pumping in my face. Dead people don't pump blood.
Saturday July 14, 2007
I would like all ships of the Navy stationed in New York City on September 11, 2001, to immediately turn-over to the FBI all their logs of such date.
I am making this request because Coventry, Connecticut law enforcement officers Ochtera and Solenski are the only associates of this police precinct who were associated with the United States Navy.
At the time of the "complaint", Ochtera informed me that he received a phone call from Detective Larry Haines of the Bedford Village Police Department of New York. According to Ochtera, the Suarezes complained to Haines about my choice of words. But when I spoke to this New York Detective, he informed me that the complaint was actually made by a third party. He insisted I could only acquire such name with a Freedom of Information Act form. But when I attempted to contact the file clerk, there was no answer.
For all this time I have assumed that the third party was Suarezes' associate, Donald Trump. I now believe it was a commanding officer of the Navy.
Part II, July 14
I have stated many times, that anyone I mentioned on this website who disagrees with anything I have to say, should put such in writing and I will print it and publish it on this website. Guess what?