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Friday September 10, 2010
It is my understanding that the stoning may still occur, and that she was lashed again for another person's mistake. Apparently, a British newspaper published her look-alike in unveiled condition. She was whipped 99-times for exposing her face in public. It is nothing more than a convenient excuse for sadism.
As egotistical as this may seem, there is only one other preventative measure I can think of. As the Connecticut Senatorial race is heating up, I would like to ask of all available residents of my State to contact the Iranian embassy and/or the White House, and explain that you will be writing in my name.
Saturday August 14, 2010
It is my understanding that the stoning is about to occur.
I would like to ask of everyone to invest in solar energy before the winter begins.
Ask your town government to perform an amnesty for all stolen and embezzled taxpayer monies followed by a rebate to all taxpayers. Use that money to finance the purchase of solar equipment.
Any politician who knocks on your door must agree to this.
Tuesday July 06, 2010
I just spoke to the White House and the office my State Senator, Christopher Dodd. They are indifferent to the issue of an Iranian woman about to be stoned-to-death as punishment for her forcible confession to adultery. I asked the office worker of the latter if he knew who I was. He said he did not. I explained I am a political activist and am very powerful. If the Senator does not act upon this, I will have to remove him from office. His excuse for the Senator's inactivity was that he is packing for an overseas trip. As to the White House, I was directed to the Comment Line where no one is at the other end.
Let's look closely at these situations. Are the wives of these men faithful? Obviously not! So I would like to ask of the gossip columnists to research this.
What are we going to do about the First Sluts?
After I posted the above, I spoke to Senator Joe Lieberman's office. I was actually talking to someone with intelligence. What a surprise! At least his office is aware of the issue. I explained that if he does not take a stand on this little Holocaust, I will refuse to believe that the big Holocaust ever occurred. I demanded action within the half-hour as the stoning is expected to occur at any time. It was 4:45 p.m.
This is Senator Christopher Dodd's phone number
(The White House phone number is useless.)
Please provide any advise you have to keep a spouse faithful.
Friday July 09, 2010
It is now my understanding that the Iranian woman may be hanged. It is also my understanding that twelve other women await the stoning fate.
Please call the comment line of the White House and explain that I will be the next President. For preliminary purposes, I believe I will need 5,000,000 votes in the next few days. Upon my arrival in Washington, D.C., I will give the Iranian Government, and others like it, two choices:
They can deal with me or my students.
I trained them myself.
We will also perform DNA tests on the first idiots.
Sunday July 04, 2010
I forgot to mention a few things about working for the Census Bureau.
I was weak and worried about my endurance. I wanted to do a good job knowing these are my base statistics with the Federal Government. We had four days of high quality, intense training. Our instructor/crew-leader was excellent, as was the feedback from the people I worked with.
Among the tasks included in training were fingerprinting during the first afternoon. As a few of my co-workers were having theirs done, I crossed my arms upon my table, placed my head upon such, and fell asleep for 15 minutes. I awoke a few seconds before our instructor arrived at my seat, checking my written work. I looked around, I was not the only one sleeping.
During that first morning, as I was attempting to concentrate, I experienced the bladder control I was familiar with. The difference was I could not go to the bathroom every two hours. Although my flow was slight, my diaphragm muscle was too weak to contain anything.
By the second day, will-power and the strength of our crew strengthened me. Although I have had occasional bouts with it since, my control-condition is much improved.
During the five-weeks, as my feet and legs were overworking, wishing they would pay me per mile walked rather than driven, the full-bodied weakness returned, with different character.
It was 90-degree weather. I remembered what my New York physician, Dr. Daniel Cameron advised me. He said take B-vitamins. I did in the Solaray brand. That helped.
I also had itching in the legs. This is normally associated with diabetic circulatory disorders. If you will recall, in 2002, I worked for The Vitamin Shoppe. One of my customers informed me that the treatment for such is Alpha Lipoic Acid. I tried to buy it in the Solaray brand, but such was not available in the particular Shoppe I visited, although I knew this manufacturing company distributed such. I used a different brand. To my surprise, it worked.
I was expected to complete 130 questionnaires in eight weeks. I did 146 in five-and-a-half. It would not have been possible without the advise of my New York doctor, as well as information acquired only through experience in the field, and the Solaray brand.
So on this Fourth of July, I am independent of most of my bladder control issues.
Saturday July 10, 2010
I know why the stoning upset me so much. It is because it is a short distance between that and a married man with AIDS and a ten million dollar debt who wants to do me a favor and sign his name to my copyrights so he may have one erection with me.
Where are those religious fanatics when you really need them? In my life, they advocated the married man.
Otherwise, the Hitlers sabotaged my new sewing machine. I think they either tampered with the bobbin case, or replaced such with a defective one. One week ago, they cut-up a pair-of-pants while these were in progress.
The day after I found the earlier sabotage, I petitioned the court to change my weekly payment schedule from $35/week to $1.00. I submitted a copy of my Unemployment Insurance statement to explain the affordability. Furthermore, I gave a list of current monthly expenses including rent, car payments and such insurance.
We are scheduled for a hearing on September 7th. If this date sounds familiar, it is the annual beginning for the Lord & Taylor Christmas Holiday.
I would like the Court to consider the fact that my opposing counsel is NOT giving his client any of the money. Karen Jones, the executive of Scasco and his only trial witness, cannot report him to the Hartford, Connecticut Bar Association because, contrary to her testimony, she cannot represent the plaintiff, ProTech Oil.
Sunday July 11, 2010
I spoke to a representative of Singer Sewing Machine Company. According to her, it is not the bobbin-casing which was attacked. It was the timing. The price for a servicing begins at $89.95 + tax.
I paid $24.95 + tax for the machine. And a new one would cost $100. While it is also true that such a triple-digit, small price buys a machine which only does the basics, this machine only does the basics.
I researched the repair issue on the Internet. I found instructions. I spoke to my landlord. He is very knowledgeable of fixing cars. He said it sounds familiar. On his next day off, he will try.
I bought the machine on Father's Day, three weeks ago. Since then, I have made two lined skirts (i.e., four such garments), one pair-of-pants, unlined, and I am in the process of making an unlined shirt. The last two items I did not intend to make because I did not need such, but lost control. I guess I knew I was about to be attacked because of the vandalism of one of the skirts.
In addition to the new clothes, I also placed the finishing touches on items I made with the $20 machine. It was very limited in its performance, albeit amazing for such a tiny devise.
I also repaired the bed sheets and anything else I could find. This is what happens when a sew-a-holic is starved for a few months.
On another subject...
This morning on Fox News I heard a conversation between the anchorman and another woman. Unfortunately, I did not acquire their names. She had today's edition of The New York Times. The outrageous lack of validity of its articles did not require explanation, only cursory review. Obviously, these were paid-advertising, without such notation.
On NBC Morning News, I also observed a discussion of the 50th anniversary of the classic book, To Kill a Mockingbird. The courthouse in which the trial was filmed is now a museum. If I understood correctly, it is also where the author's father practiced as a lawyer. The media is baffled at the silence of the author who never discusses the success of the literary work, as well as the award winning movie.
Maybe she does not want to discuss the kickbacks she had to provide, and harassment she had to endure.
As egotistical as this may seem, if you want results on issues such as the war against the British which is occurring in the Gulf of Mexico, now in its 83rd day, you will have to continue to call the White House and explain I will be occupying it soon.
Thursday July 15, 2010
It took my landlord all afternoon, but it is working again. The timing is perfect.
As the Iranian Government is debating the fate of the falsely accused adulteress, I would like an answer to my question for these officials:
Is it appropriate to stone-to-death the
married man with AIDS and $10,000,000 debt
who wanted to do me a favor and
sign his name to my copyrights so
he could have one erection with me?
I want an answer.
If the answer is yes, do I receive any acclamation for refusing this wonderful opportunity to chase after him?
Saturday July 17, 2010
When I found the information on the Internet on how to fix the timing of the sewing machine, I did not have any ink left in the printer to print-it-out. On the eve of his next day off, my landlord purchased a cartridge. On his next day off, I printed everything out. He handed one page to one of the cats and instructed her to study it. The other cat eventually relaxed on the paperwork.
He opened the side of the sewing machine as per my original interpretation that this is where the timing apparatus is. It wasn't. But he did make the observation that this machine had been opened before. He then opened the top, the other side, and finally, the bottom. There it was. As the machine was on its side, I attempted to sew by hand-turning the wheel while he made the adjustments using guesswork only. Finally, it worked. Although I have not yet attempted to make anything, it seems good.
A few days after my egotistical remark of July 11th, British Petroleum plugged the oil leak in the Gulf of Mexico.
Keep those phone calls going with the threat of aiming-and-firing students who are trained by me.
Monday July 19, 2010
The timing of the machine went off-cycle while I was working on it. I was making a cover for it with remnants.
You are probably thinking this issue is why the previous owner gave it to Goodwill. There is one detail you do not know.
At the time of the original issue, I was working on a pink shirt. I came home to find that someone had spray-painted a small area of the machine with this same color. The shirt could not have discharged dye because I pre-washed the fabric; it was not a fact of the machine before I left the house; and I could not remove the stain.
The spray-paint was upon the price tag of $24.95 which I wanted to keep for sentimental purposes. It peeled off when I attempted to clean the area.
Tuesday July 20, 2010
I fixed the timing myself, and finished the sewing-machine-cover.
Thursday July 22, 2010
I tried to sign my name to this petition, but there is no button to confirm.
And their response to my request for information is that in the Iranian judicial system, the married man would not be stoned, only disciplined with the technique of corporal punishment (i.e., spanking). This delivers me to the conclusion that the practice of stoning has nothing to do with adultery. This is just a convenient excuse with the appearance of social adaptivity.
I would like to ask of our allies such as China and Russia to champion this human rights cause. If they don't, one of my priorities as President will be to move our oil refineries back to their pre-World War II location; Germany.
Sunday July 25, 2010
For those who would like me to reinitiate Targets, I would like to explain a few things.
Before I began work for the Census Bureau, I was sitting at home with nothing to do. I found some activities on the Internet. Among these, a Dunkin Donuts contest to invent a new form of such pastry for temporary marketing. I designed the Pâtisserie l'Amour; Pastry of Love. Using their vast selection, I designed it with strawberry frosting, red sprinkles, and French vanilla filling.
In my description, I said that "Love is French. French is love." I explained my inspiration was that as an undergraduate and graduate student, I required French literature to research the Paleolithic cave paintings of France, including Lascaux. I suggested that such could be used as an advertising theme, such as a herd of bulls running to eat a great donut. I also told the contest-judges that I love the French language and it loves me back.
I had one problem with my presentation; the â pasted as ??. But apparently, my message went through. They recognized me and suspected sabotage. Or, as they asked subliminally, Was it cursed? I answered on this website that it wasn't and sent out the request that the technology industry fix this problem.
They were planning to couple this donut with an advertising campaign featuring a French café and such subtitles. I was planning on offering my services as a cashier and working for the shop launching this donut.
Guess who learned of this, and forbade such?
Wednesday July 28, 2010
The good news is that I am still working for the Census Bureau.
The bad news is that my crew-leader/trainer was one of those relieved of his responsibilities as the staff was downsized.
The good news is that he found another job which probably pays at least as much, if not more, and I have a new equally wonderful crew leader.
We are now proofreading. We are finding many people who were left-out of the count.
Today, for the first time, someone slammed the door in my face. Fortunately, his wife worked for the Census Bureau a few decades ago and helped me calm him down. I understand that mine was one of many visits. It is exhausting. We are attempting to accurately count 300,000,000 people. It is not easy. If you choose not to be counted, these are the consequences:
You will have defective representation on the state and national levels as the districting will be performed inaccurately and there will not be enough representatives;
Your children will arrive in school in September to find that hiring was done disproportionately to necessities (e.g., inadequate kindergarten teachers);
And if whole communities decide to be counted-out...
The day will come that someone will telephone 9-1-1 to find no one at the other end.
The information collected is used to hire police officers, school teachers, and establish the distribution of districts. Perhaps you are now choosing to believe that you want to be counted twice. The fact is that anything out-of-balance is dangerous. For example, in one town of the state of Connecticut, there are too many police officers. If you want to be protected by Sergeant Mush and his Mutant-Para-militants, then have yourself over-counted.
Friday July 30, 2010
Yesterday, my landlord saw one of his physicians again. He is progressing well after his return to work. His return occurred exactly one month after the surgery.
A few months ago, he asked me to help him select a surgeon. One of the possibilities was a graduate of Rush Medical University. I emphatically vetoed that so strongly, he never again made such a suggestion.
If you will recall, in 2001, I saw an infectious disease specialist, Dr. Rush, a graduate of this institute. He sent a letter to my general practitioner physician, Dr. Daniel Cameron, explaining that my condition of being "swollen" was caused by my condition of being "delusional". In simpler terms, Rush University graduated such a specialist without the ability to diagnose a lymph-edema.
It was the University of Vermont College of Medicine which conferred upon my landlord's surgeon his degree in medicine. It must be doing something right.
Wednesday August 04, 2010
I am the longer-haired cat.
Monday August 08, 2010
What does it take to get one journalist to ask Donald Trump; How does it feel every time you look out the window of Trump Tower and do NOT see the World Trade Towers?
Donald Trump was very influential in the production of the 1987 movie Wall Street. This was, of course, before September 11, 2001. At the beginning of the movie, we see the New York City skyline with the World Trade Towers, then, without. At the end, Gordon Gecco says of the scene outside of his sky-scraper-window, "Dump it."
Throughout the movie there is the word parachute. As you already know, I believe a new type of this instrument was invented for this purpose. I believe that all hijackers survived, except those who crashed in Pennsylvania.
I also observed the following.
U United S States A America M Mendez A Antonio B Bronx E Educated N Now L Living A At D E N
Osama Ben Laden's real name is Antonio Mendez. When I knew him in college, he also used the name Robert Crowe. His co-conspirator is Kathy Sampey, a woman known to the FBI as Justin Franchi Solondz. They believe she is a man because she has excessive facial hair.
I went to college at Lehman College of the City University of New York, located in the Bronx. The primary agenda for Kathy and Antonio was achieving college degrees by acquiring a falsified transcript. The journalism department offered these. They worked with the history department. Included in the phony students' agenda was functioning on the student newspaper. This included editing the writings of others by making as many unnecessary corrections as possible to prove collegiate worthiness. Their act of appearing in such office occasionally also made them believable as students. Antonio always carried one book. Kathy always carried a nearly empty book-bag.
So the concept of "Bronx Educated" should not impress anyone.
August 12, 2010
August 12, 1974 was the day we brought home my cat, Meetzy.
When I went to bed that night, I resolved never to forget the date.
August 15, 2010
I am still working for the Census Bureau. We are in our third phase.
After our first phase, I explained that the time sheets must have exaggerated hours to compensate for all the home office activity which is never officially entered on the record. As the second phase began, we met with our new crew leader. Her first lecture explained that we are entitled to perform some exaggerations to compensate for all of the telephone calls and e-mail functions. I was the only one who understood her purpose. The others were confused. I think you have to be a Crossmark-girl to fully comprehend this.
It still is a lot of fun, although exhausting. I increased my dosages of alpha lipoic acid.
I also experience many of my co-workers complaining about procedures and how these are constantly changing. Over-and-over I respond that we do one census every ten years. Management is doing the best they can every time they tell us to forget training because not one anticipated scenario came to fruition.
I have a few suggestions for the one which will follow in 2020. It involves the Enumerator Questionnaire form we had to fill out for each housing unit visited.
RECORD OF CONTACT This is the first item. We maintain a record of the dates and times of each visit, whether it was personal or telephone, as well as the outcome:
NV=Left Notice of Visit
I used the OT often. I would have appreciated a few more selections.
NA=No Answer---A telephone contact may result in this. However, a personal contact through a building caller system may also have such result. This happened often.
TR=Town Records---I performed much research at town hall.
VE=Verification---For every deleted or vacant housing unit, I was required to perform three visits before reaching a conclusion. However, if my first, second or third was at the town hall, I CONDUCTED the concluding INTERVIEW before I was allowed to conclude. I understand the regulation: Town records, while very reliable, are formulated and assembled by human beings, who make mistakes. Furthermore, the same rules apply to every unit. However, I do not like to be forced to lie about the time and date of my visit of the concluding interview. Therefore, allow me the opportunity to verify the information.
RESPONDENT TYPE This requires of me to describe with whom I conducted the interview:
Household member - Lived here on April 01, 2010
Household member - Moved in after April 01, 2010
Neighbor or other proxy
(The issue of April 01st is that this was National Census Day. We are researching the status of everyone on such.)
For choices, I also needed...
Town Official as proxy
Town Official as owner
Building manager as proxy
Landlord as owner
The town clerk and/or tax assessor's office and/or building inspector's office should not be characterized as an "other proxy". Furthermore, I had one situation in which I had to verify if anyone is living in the fire department building. The town clerk was the owner.
Building managers and landlords also should not be characterized as "other" proxies.
Furthermore, much of the above information was included in the "notes" section.
Monday August 16, 2010
Many of you have asked me when the Census will end. I think it not will be for a while.
If the Census Bureau functions the way Crossmark does, then the computer will randomly or deliberately select some enumerations to be verified by telephoning the respondent and inquiring whether or not the enumerator visited such housing unit and executed such questionnaire. At Crossmark, it always astonishes me how some believe they can file phony reports without anyone noticing. The fact is that the company has been in business for more than a century for a reason.
If the Census Bureau computer deliberately selects certain enumerations, it is probably using a red-flag-system. For example, the computer might red-flag an enumerator whose statistics are too high. If someone began working two weeks after us, and statistically concluded two weeks beyond us, that would be a red-flag.
I will probably be red-flagged because in our first project, my statistics were second-highest of our team and our team was second-highest in the state. Hopefully, the computer will also notice that I worked Saturdays and Sundays, whereas some of my co-workers did not. The computer does not know that I took B-vitamins as per Dr. Daniel Cameron's advise, and alpha lipoic acid, as per the advise of a customer when I worked at a vitamin store. So if you receive a phone call, please remember me.
Thursday August 19, 2010
As to the Enumerator Questionnaire, I would like to elaborate on the issue of NO ANSWER versus NO CONTACT.
NO ANSWER could be a technical problem. For an attempted telephone contact, the potential respondent's cell phone might be inoperable. In an attempted personal contact, there could be other issues. What occurred often was that I used the building-caller-system, buzzed-and-buzzed, then a tenant sympathetic to the cause of the Census Bureau admitted me into the building. I then banged on the door, found someone at home who claimed to have never heard the buzzer.
NO CONTACT would be a situation often encountered in which the enumerator found a locked gate, or a dog which would not allow him/her out of the car.
While this might seem insignificant to you, it is very significant if Questionnaires change enumerators. There was some staff-attrition resulting in reassignments, and some reorganization which resulted in reassignments. There were 20 people in my original class, then a few people left. Acquiring someone else's work can be difficult unless high quality notes are recorded.
Saturday August 21, 2010
Before I began employment with the Census Bureau, my blood pressure sky-rocketed to extremes. I had to seek medical treatment and was placed on Zestril for 20-days. My last dosage was a few days before training began with my first crew leader.
I learned of this medical condition while I was working for Convergence Marketing. We had an assignment of visiting CVS stores and testing their equipment. I watched the numbers explode. I tried everything in the vitamin store. I kept a record of all numbers. On the eve of my period, it was beyond explosive. I saw the prescribing doctor. When the consultation with the nurse practitioner began, I was advised not to take such machines seriously. She took my blood pressure. The numbers were nearly identical to what was on my piece-of-paper.
The Zestril helped. It resulted in placing me at a very high normal, borderline with dangerous. Here is the irony.
For the third and most recent Census phase I participated in, the two hour training session was at a library. I arrived to find free blood pressure exams. The nurse practitioner was very concerned about my high normal.
As my legs were exhausting from all the pedestrian mileage, I increased my dosage of alpha lipoic acid.
Today, I have my first real day off in a long time. I leisurely shopped at the supermarket and took my blood pressure.
One of the questions on the Census form concerned race. Some people, including many Caucasians, refused to answer because they found it offensive. However, these statistics are a sociological fact of leadership in this country. These same people will probably be the first to complain if the government cannot provide this information.
When using a proxy, I decided not to ask the race question unless the proxy was very knowledgeable of the absentee-occupant. This is because I was amazed at how many times I was mistaken. For example, some who appeared Caucasian to me classified themselves as Puerto Rican. So I could not expect any proxy with only casual knowledge to understand with certainty how their neighbor wants to be characterized.
I do not know if this issue will be included in the next Census.
I do know that ten years is a short time in sociological history. So my prediction is, it will not.
For the next Census, I would like the replacement question to inquire as to alternative energy sources a housing unit may have.
Sunday August 22, 2010
More about the Census...
Every town clerk and town assessor in the State of Connecticut who worked with any member of our team deserves a big round of applause. Their help was so extraordinary, that my wonderful crew leader asked of us to NOT visit town hall for our initial encounter. I understood her mentality. However, by the time she created that regulation, they had done such an excellent job of teaching me how to use their computers, that I could initiate the research independently.
And there are a few more issues...
Included in town records are photographs of the housing units. While I was driving around looking for street names, numbers, my notes, while annoying the person behind me, this was very helpful.
I needed the in-person contact with these town officials. Although my co-workers advised me that some of the local governments post this information on their website and that I do not need to visit town hall, there was another factor. This is my best example...
I researched one house on a town computer and was slightly confused about the information. The problem was I had no number, only a map-spot on the maps I was provided. I went to the town assessor's office to help me ascertain which house this was. They reached a decision, and performed research on this computer system exactly as I did, but made one observation I was not capable of: The house was abandoned for over ten years. I decided to ask the police to escort me.
They directed me to such town headquarters. I explained the situation to the dispatcher who understood me. She arranged that the officer meet me at the fire department and perform an escort. I drove to the meeting place. He arrived and began teasing me as he lifted his hands in the air, "Ahhh...creapy!" I showed him the map spot and enumerator questionnaire. He explained he had very little time for this. He drove in his car, and I behind him. He went as fast as possible as he could not wait to get rid of me. We arrived, and he saw this pitiful sight. The landscaping was neglected, and the steps to the front door were twenty feet away from the house.
I still had to check the number and knock on the door as the same rules apply to every unit. He insisted I stay back at the police car and he played Census-worker for a few seconds. Then he insisted on researching this house in his computer, and required for my safety that he research the other houses I had to do in the area. He also gave me careful driving directions.
For my safety, it was best that I began my research at Town Hall, not my home computer.
Friday August 27, 2010
It was 110 years ago today that my maternal grandfather was born.
It was nine years ago today that I initiated this website in an attempt to understand what went wrong with my life. I now finally understand. Mara Addison was blaming me for the fact that her gambling losses were non-refundable, while claiming superior Jewish intelligence.
Since this issue finally came to the fore, I am reminded of something which happened in college. I was taking speech class. Our assignment was to give advocacy speeches. One of my fellow students gave a speech proclaiming scientific facts about the non-distributable qualities of AIDS. He characterized these as non-refutable. His advocacy was to abolish all discriminatory mechanisms. Over-and-over he claimed, one form of discrimination causes another. However, he provided no scientific nor statistical evidence in support of that.
As we were critiquing, I said that he failed to prove the latter issue. A vociferous explosion occurred as everyone insisted it was axiomatic that one form of discrimination renders another. The woman behind me, who was in her 40's whereas I was 18 years old, was especially hostile. She explained that I must have never been discrimination against. (I was, but decided not to say by Jewish professors. I majored in anthropology to avoid them.) She recounted her experience with the telephone company in that at the time it was legal for an employer to ask her religion. She stated on the form that she was Jewish. She did not acquire the job even though she earned a 100% on the test.
I asked if that causes other forms of discrimination.
"Yes," she exclaimed, discrimination against Jews leads to discrimination against Blacks leads to discrimination against women, etc.
I said nothing more. If you will recall, my mother worked for the New York State Department of Labor. I knew the inside story behind her incident with the phone company, and the reason why it was never a defendant in any legal action by the justice department.
At the time, there was one phone company. The President of the United States has a telephone. The company had many issues with the Israeli Government attempting to interfere with all high security communications. This corporation decided the only method of controlling this was not hiring Jews.
A few years after my mother received this information, the news exploded in the media about Jonathan Jay Pollard's spying activities for Israel. It is my understanding that this is still considered the worst security breach in United States history, even though it is over 20 years after his conviction. It is also my understanding that the FBI could not understand how he acquired most of his information.
I can only think of one thing.
Sunday August 29, 2010
Dear Bank of America;
Instead of blaming me for something which I had no control over, why don't you come out and face me like men?
Are the inferior qualities of your non-German brains capable of accepting such a challenge?
And what took you idiots so long to realize you were missing a mortgage? It has been over three-and-a-half years since the land records changed. The issue should have been red-flagged by your computer when the 1099-B and -C were not executed in 2008, 2009 and 2010. Is that my fault?
You wonder if there is a statute of limitations on the debt. As I explained many times on this website, in law, there is a concept called abandonment. More than the minimal time has passed. This means that the law firm of Hunt & Leibert owes you $300,000, as well as a reimbursement of all monies you paid including legal fees, property taxes, landscaping, maintenance, etc. Illegally charging my savings account $5.00 every month is not going to help, especially since it is unlikely I will remain your customer long enough to amortize the debt in this way. If you graduated Kindergarten, you would be able to perform the basic mathematics.
When my grandparents voted for Schicklegruber, the man known to the world as Hitler, they took the position that it was very unfair to allow someone of your level of intelligence to be born. If they reappeared right now, what argument would you like me to make in your favor?
Beyond that issue, as the tide is turning, the apology is beginning.
This applies to the woman I hoped I could respect as if she were my own mother. Everyone else can believably claim that they knew not what they did. She has to answer to a higher standard.
Tuesday August 31, 2010
Dear Bank of America;
I, of the Master Race, will deign myself to help you of the inferior brains.
Dear Hunt & Leibert;
You have until September 15, 2010 to reimburse Bank of America for its losses. This includes the missing $300,000 mortgage of the property known as 891 South Street of 06238, as well as such property taxes, homeowner's insurance, landscaping and maintenance fees, and all other expenses it was billed for since the perfection of the ejectment of the title-holder, Vivian Lehman, on April 09, 2008. Including interest, and all other expenses not herewith accounted for, the monetary damage is of the estimated total of $400,000. More detailed accounting will follow.
During this time, you may contact your legal malpractice insurance company. However, it is doubtful that such will cover. You repeated the malpractice over-and-over in the three-and-a-half year period since you altered the land records to reflect the fact that Wells Fargo Bank purchased this mortgage for $1.00. Malpractice insurance covers professional mistakes, not perpetual malicious acts. Furthermore, included in the generalized and collective concept of "professional mistakes" is the fact that the most highly skilled professionals do not always understand every applicable facet of the law. You, however, are a collection of attorneys. You cannot use this defense.
Additionally, it is understood that while it is true that the associates of your law firm involved in this are Caucasians who speak accent-free English, that does not mean they are legally in this country. We are henceforth requiring drivers' licenses and social security numbers of all signatories to all documents served upon Vivian Lehman, and filed with the Superior Court of Tolland County. This requirement of documentation includes the ruling Judge, the Honorable Samuel J. Sferrazza. This also includes the two police officers who participated in the ejectment as it is a recorded fact that Vivian Lehman was and still is the title-holder of said property. They were knowledgeable of this on said date of April 09, 2008.
While requiring evidence that the police officers are not illegal aliens, there will be no legal follow-up on the issues of their participation in the ejectment. They have the excuse of their mitigating circumstance of severe hormonal imbalances resultant of intercourse with one of your law firm's attorneys and Wiccan practitioner, Linda St. Pierre. Hormones feed the brain. They had no knowledge of what they were doing. (But the Town of Coventry should consider suspending them from their positions, and placing them in a mental institution until the German scientists can discover a technique to re-balance their biochemistry.)
Additionally, it is understood that some of the attorney-signatories of the documents served-and-filed in this case, are not attorneys. Henceforth, in addition to their drivers' licenses and social security numbers, it will be required of them to present their licenses to practice law in the State of Connecticut.
Upon your failure to appropriately reimburse Bank of America by September 15th, on September 16, 2010, all such participants will be arrested and prosecuted in a prima facie case.
Attorney General, State of Connecticut
Title Holder, 891 South Street, Coventry, CT 06238
Wednesday September 01, 2010
In the past few years, as I have been renting furnished rooms from male landlords, I have learned more about football than I ever wanted to know. I took an interest in the made-for-television series concerning how a dancer makes the team of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. It is so interesting, I thought about Targeting it.
However, I learned that while the male football players compete for multi-million dollar contracts as these women dance their hearts out, the latter earn nothing for training, nothing for rehearsals, and minimum wage per show. If you are working in a supermarket bagging groceries, you are financially ahead of them, especially since you are paid for training and practices you may have to perform.
I would like to ask for a boycott of this team.
Thursday September 02, 2010
The often imitated, never equaled, minimum wage job anyone can apply for...
Sunday September 05, 2010
If you will recall, in 2003-2005, I was working for Staples. A short time ago, I was reminded of this entry,
"Thursday September 30, 2004
If you live on the East Coast of the United States, and have recently been feeling fatigued and have been having trouble eating or sleeping, that is the hurricane season."
At the time, customers were walking in the door complaining they were too weak to go to work, and had barely enough energy to visit us and buy objects which were lingering for many months on their mental shopping lists, such as paper shredders. I was going through asthma medication at an almost record rate for me--and that is a lot, although not as much as many of the customers I observed when I worked at the pharmacy.
A few weeks ago, the asthma exploded again. I turned on the news. There was hurricane Earl on his way. This time was different because my shortness of breath was coupled with more frequent migraines. These symptoms were waking me up several times at night.
My landlord came home from work at 11 pm last night. As usual, he turned on the television. And, as usual, it was still running at 2 pm. If this was immediately after his surgery, he would have been asleep on the couch by then with one cat on either side of him trying to help him recover.
I put on the cotton waste-tie pants I bought for pajama pants, as well as my polo American Express shirt which my fellow employees and I were given by Crossmark when this company was our client. I donned my pocketbook and car keys and descended the stairs announcing I had to go to the emergency room. He insisted on driving me.
The technique for applying the aerosol medication has developed in the past few months. I now understand that the reason for the limited effectiveness of the medicines is the equipment for application. I was given an Optichamber extension. Although I have not used it yet, I understand the mentality behind the invention.
Another issue I should have discussed with the nurse practitioners and doctor was the fact that this is the middle of the month. If you will recall, in 2002, I had three trips to the emergency room not because of the asthma, but because of grotesque fatigue and nausea. As the fourth was approaching in 2004, I looked at the dates of the bills: January 25, July 26 and October 9th. I finally realized this was the middle of each menstrual cycle. I finally visited the gynecologist even though all other issues seemed normal. He explained that my estrogen was not appropriately peaking. Approximately ten birth control pills reminded my system of what it was supposed to do, and placed me back into a cycle. Since then, I have learned to be aware of this routine issue. When mysterious memory problems occur, as well as vulnerability to bacterial infection, and other bizarre issues, it is the middle of the month.
It was in the year 2000 that my period went into a frenzy: early, late, twice in one month, etc.
It was before such year that my period was regularly every 29 days. In college, it was every 31 days at 6 am.
At some point, it changed to 25 days. I thought it was one of life's many changes. But as the overall recovery is progressing, I am slowly returning to 29.
It will be interesting to learn on exactly what day my period will arrive.
Friday September 10, 2010
Otherwise, here is the other news.
It was on May 15, 2009 which I began receiving unemployment insurance benefits. My benefit rate was $213/week for 26 weeks ($5,538.00) payable for a period of one year. And I will explain more about that in a few paragraphs.
In each paycheck, there was and still is a $25.00 bonus as per the Presidential economic stimulus plan. I believe it is resultant of the guaranteed pardon I required of former President Bush to exact at the end of his term. If you will recall, the pre-emptive pardon was invented to accommodate all those returning stolen and embezzled taxpayer monies. And if you will also recall, this was in memory of my mother who attempted to blow-the-whistle on such wrongdoing.
The unemployment insurance was pursuant to my termination from Floral Transworld Delivery (FTD). I had a five week tenure for Mother's Day and was released for lack of work. Although I probably could have attempted to acquire unemployment insurance prior to this event, it would have been difficult to explain that Crossmark and Convergence Marketing were not providing as much work as before, and I had no knowledge of anything much in the near future. The FTD issue was cookie-cutter.
My mother was a claims examiner for the New York State Department of Labor Unemployment Insurance Division. Based on everything she taught me, I knew this was the time to apply.
In my mother's time, unemployment insurance was 26 weeks. This year, it is extendable up to one-and-a-half years beyond that, and, pending legislation, it may go to three.
At the time of my application, I made the examiner aware of the issue that I am still working part time. I do not know how that worked in my mother's time and State of New York. I do know how it works for me.
Every week I report the hours worked and wages. I keep one-third, whereas two-thirds are deducted from the next unemployment insurance check. The issue of when the employer pays is not applicable to when such is deducted from my benefit check.
The $25.00 bonus functions identically to the base pay of $213.00, with one exception. The money is never deducted from my account total. Henceforth, my total account was recorded as $5,538.00 while it functioned as $6,188.00 (26 x $25.00), at least.
During the first year, I required 45 weeks to consume the full account. This means my total rate was $6,663.00.
Then I received extended pay until mid-May. Same benefit rate, a few more weeks. Then I called about the second year. It was granted. However, my new benefit rate would be $154.00 + bonus, = $179.00. This is also for at least 26 weeks and up to one year.
My first check with the Census Bureau was received by me on May 12, 2010. My new benefit rate should have began executing checks on May 15th. My account mysteriously was placed on hold.
It occurred to me that my opposing counsel, Mr. William Reveley, performed such act. But I decided that is too stupid, even for him. I was ordered to pay $35.00/week to him beginning after the trial, and I have been doing such. However, during one phone conversation with his paralegal, Lori Fortin, she did pause. I wondered if she was looking to make a deal. But it seemed impossible. An attempted levy against my finances would have to be recorded in the courthouse docket. It was not. And it would have to be motivated by non-payment. I was never delinquent.
But nonetheless, the Census Bureau marched on. My post office box was still located in my former town, 20 miles away. My benefit checks were very small, if these even existed. Often my salary overwhelmed everything including the bonus. I decided it was for the better that I was temporarily spared this routine errand, while observing that the monies were reserved in my name.
After I completed my tenure with the Census Bureau in mid-August, I called the Unemployment Insurance Division. The examiner could find no explanation for the 14 week hold. We decided that there was something about working for the Federal Government which confused the system. She released all the little checks, $609.00. I picked these up almost two weeks ago.
On September 07th, we had another court date. I did not mention this before because the issue seemed very insignificant. And if it were not for a few of my opposing counsel's words during the hearing, I would not mention this at all.
At 10 a.m. on the 07th we entered the hearing room. The Court Officer, (i.e., courthouse police officer) recognized me, decided my presence was impossible because I never mentioned it in this diary, and researched his list. There I was. It was a Motion to Modify the size of the payments. I no longer wanted $35/week. As per my unemployment insurance rate, I wanted $1.00. I made the request the day after someone broke into my current home and cut-up the skirt I was sewing for myself on my new machine. I wore this to the hearing.
The collective hearing began. All parties were instructed to go out into the hall and attempt to resolve the disputes themselves by exchanging all documents. I stood-up, as did my opposing counsel. I approached him. He indicated he wanted to work with the defendants of another case. I did not want to be accused of invading his privacy. So I remained in the courtroom. The Court Officer inquired. I explained.
He returned to the courtroom. Our hearing began. Magistrate Katz criticized me for not providing my opposing counsel with my paperwork upon instruction. I explained that I tried but he refused. The Magistrate said he had never heard of such a thing. (If there were video cameras in the courtroom, these would have confirmed my approach, and his rejection. I did not say this. I suspect, I did not have to.)
Mr. Reveley explained his indifferent attitude was that he had no objection to this. While he was playing the hero, as far as I know, he could not make any. As per the Magistrate's instruction, I handed my papers to my opposing counsel. These included a one page spreadsheet, as well as a copy of my car loan bill, payroll print-outs, etc. My opposing counsel gave a cursory scan and then returned these to me. I suspected for a long time that he is illiterate. I could not use this moment to confirm, but it still seems possible. I then gave these to the Magistrate via the Court Officer. The Magistrate is definitely literate as he attempted to interpret my presentation. I explained that all figures are as of August 31, 2010. I also explained that even though my unemployment insurance account was on hold for 14 weeks, I continued the payments on time.
My opposing counsel jumped and said he had nothing to do with the hold.
But I never hinted any such thing. In fact, I was certain that was too stupid, even for him. I just wanted to make a point that I obeyed the Court and that henceforth, my financial request before the Court was reasonable.
The Magistrate asked if a hearing was held concerning the hold. I explained that I could not make the time while working for the Census Bureau. I told him I was so busy that I was taking vitamins. The Magistrate answered that he did not care if I was taking vitamins. I clarified that what I was trying to say was that I could not make the time to go to Wethersfield, Connecticut for a hearing. Therefore, it never happened.
The Magistrate offered $20/week. I asked for monthly. He offered $85/month. I agreed. My opposing counsel did not object. The Magistrate instructed me to make the payments to my opposing counsel, not the plaintiff. I answered I understood this but after the trial, Karen Jones asked of me to give her the money. My opposing counsel denied this. I explained that I still had the letters and that I was "nice" in that I did not make a police report. Mr. Reveley said nothing more.
Saturday September 11, 2010
Today is the day we memorialize Donald Trump's act of murdering 3,000 people so he does not have to look out the window of his office of Trump Tower and see two buildings which are taller than his. If he wants to deny this, he can place his objection in writing and mail it to
PO Box 1041
Deep River, CT 06417
I will publish it, and apologize.
The airports involved were all at one time serviced by Trump Air when it existed: Boston, Newark and Washington D.C.
These were the people he hired to help...
His real name is Mark Mallon, the son of Linda Mallon. He was a pilot for American Airlines at the time of the attack in 2001. In 1994-95, I worked for 7-Eleven in Somers, New York. She was the franchisee. It was on Christmas Eve of 1994 that I discovered the sabotage of my book. When the publisher's assistant manager director Mara Addison realized that I was not going to pay for the $2,000 in damage, she summoned Linda to a meeting, as well as a few other people including my banker/neighbor Sue Hallinan of Citibank. They all agreed to help harass and steal the money from me. Donald Trump was there, admitting to his guilt. He explained that he additionally was recruiting personnel for another project which did not involve me. It was originally intended to be another bombing of the World Trade Center. Linda gave him another idea.
His real name is Officer Stephen Patrick Driscoll of the Lake Carmel Police Department in New York. This is located approximately one hour north of New York City. According to the Internet obituary, while he was on duty in the Bronx (one of such City's Boroughs), he decided to help in the crisis. He died in the rubble. His father, Stephen Driscoll, was an engineer who died in the September 11th hijacking which descended into the fields of Pennsylvania. I am certain this son is still alive because after I moved to Connecticut, he pretended to be a local real estate agent who speaks Urdu, a language of Pakistan. When I worked for Linda Mallon, he was not an employee, but spent more time there than most of us full timers. He would run around the store yelling over-and-over Take Care and Take Five thereby championing the cause of his favorite State Lottery. He was harshly critical of its greatest competitor, Lotto. As we employees attempted to stop him from annoying his, customers accused us of being unsympathetic to those with mental issues.
To my knowledge, the only individual from the Middle East involved in this. His real name is Waqar Khan, also on Linda Mallon's staff. Although he was totally incompetent and a thief, she appreciated his schemes so much that she preferred his work to my honesty. (Perhaps you recall my story about how Linda Mallon took a phony vacation and a $200 confusion occurred (entry of Sunday June 17, 2007). I believe this was his conspiracy. It was classic Middle Eastern. It begins with a choice of words which can be interpreted in more than one way (i.e., Linda giving me $40 to watch the place), and then chaos, and then a wrongful accusation.)
Tuesday September 14, 2010
As the Jewish Day of Atonement begins on Friday at sunset, I would like to ask of everyone with the aeronautical capability to fly over one of their Orthodox Jewish "settlement camps" and confirm my suspicions that the correct translation from the Yiddish is "concentration camps". I believe you will find Auschwitz style conditions. Please photograph.
But do not place yourself at risk.
And think back. Was there ever a Jew in your life who disappeared?
When I was in elementary school, Amy Reinhartz teased me to tears constantly. When I was in the second grade, I applied my Judo training and gave her a long choke. The teachers and administration were delighted. Her mother was grateful, and fellow students thanked me for years after. Eventually, we were in the same freshman English class. I remember starring at her mysterious seated position. I now understand that it was of a counterfeit human being in that she was a non-aquatic ape. She was shaped for sitting on the beach and living off of the profitable economy of those of us who ventured into the water. In simpler terms, she was shaped like a beached whale, and I tried to understand what it was.
Than she vanished, and no one talked about it.
Thursday September 16, 2010
As we await the photography, here is the other news.
I hope you are sitting down.
My maternal grandmother was born on April 06, 1899 in Baldenburg, West Prussia of Germany. She was raised in Danzig. After the borders of Poland and Germany were moved as a result of World War II, this latter city became known as Gdansk, Poland. In the 1920's, she was one of the first women to attend the German University system. From there, she became a teacher of math and science in Berlin. In 1930, she married Dr. Ernst Leopold Lehmann. They had one child, born in 1935, my mother. I believe my grandfather was originally arranged to be married to my Aunt Betty, my grandmother's younger sister. This sister eventually married a man named Egon Zeitlin.
The fact that my grandmother was a teacher is a very important part of this story.
Her father was Ernst Barlach. Known as a sculpture and sketch artist, he was also a playwright. His namesake museum is located in Hamburg, Germany. I have no other information on the connection to this city.
My grandmother was one of six children. I believe the four girls were mothered by the wife of Ernst Barlach, whereas the two sons were mothered by the maid. The boys names were Arthur and Siegfried. My mother once told me a story about the latter. She claimed that her source was my grandmother. While it was a known fact that he had no children, he confided in my grandmother that while living in Berlin, he co-habited a residence with a female and they had a son. He left. She sued for child support. He denied paternity and prevailed in the legal action. She told him that she would arrange it such that he would never see the child again. As the years passed, Siegfried developed gonorrhea, and was rendered unable to reproduce. He returned to Berlin, found her, and begged to see the child. With an attitude of revenge, she explained such inaccessibility.
I was born and raised in New York. During my childhood, as we were living in a house, my grandmother lived in a small apartment nearby. When I was nine-years-old, I think, she moved to Florida. Then she moved to Santa Barbara of California, then to Arizona, Washington State, Vancouver Canada and eventually, Sonoma County California. After 15 years of such venturing, she died in 1990 at age 91.
After my mother died in 1991, Aunt Betty contacted me from her home in Germany. We actively exchanged letters. I explained that the family is missing a relative as I told her the story of Siegfried. She denied its authenticity.
In February of this year (2010), I received via Facebook an e-mail from Egon's cousin. A very intelligent women with whom I have since exchanged many correspondences as we tell each other everything as if we are two school-girls. She found something interesting for me.
In the Ellis Islands records, a woman named Margarethe Lehmann of German ethnicity of the point of departure of Hamburg arrived in Ellis Island on January 02, 1924 at the age of 25. I explained to my distant cousin that on this date, my grandmother was 24 and would become 25 on April 06th. Henceforth, I concluded, it was not she. My intelligent cousin replied that everyone who went through Ellis Island lied about their age. Another inconsistency was the usage of the last name of Lehmann. My grandparents did not marry until 1930. I would have explained this to my cousin, but by that time she was traveling and inaccessible. So I do not have her intelligent commentary.
In June of this year of 2010, my landlord illegally downloaded a movie and asked me if I wanted to see it. Of course I would! As we were watching, I observed a character who is a teacher. She looked just like my grandmother, walked just like my grandmother, expressed herself just like my grandmother, and was so much like she, that I jumped out of my chair and Googled the movie. It was produced in 2003--13 years after her death. It was not she.
Through Internet research, I found this actress and learned she is also a playwright. I acquired her phone number in Nova Scotia, Canada. I left a message on her answering machine explaining that I was calling because I saw this movie and she looks just like my grandmother. I left my Connecticut phone number.
A few hours later, she returned my phone call. I did not notice this at the time, but among her answers to my query was her statement, "I don't have any relatives from New York."
One week later I asked myself, How did she know I was originally from New York?
During this one phone call, I asked for the very personal information of where her ancestors are from. She explained Scotland.
Temporarily, this left no question in my mind as to the fact that she is not my relative. But I looked at her picture again on the Internet.
I looked at the Ellis Island records again and remembered the story of Siegfried. Had my grandmother told my mother her own story? Did she spend the last 15 years of her life looking for a missing child? But if she wanted to find him, wouldn't she have began where she left him, in New York City?
If Siegfried's story was her story, then she was not alone on that boat. I researched the complete manifest. There is no other Lehmann nor Barlach. However, I did find a four-year-old of German ethnicity of the point of departure of Hamburg. The last name is half-illegible. It is recorded as "...man". The first name is Henry.
I believe that he recognized his parents when I published their pictures on this website in 2001.
I would have mentioned this before, but did not want to jeopardize a sensitive issue. As he is 90 years old, I would like to meet him and apologize for the tragedy of my grandmother's act of depositing him in an orphanage of a country in which he did not speak the language. I imagine his confusion as he waited everyday for her return.
But as the subliminal messages are heating-up, I am sensing someone who inherited my grandmother's manipulative personality as well as that of my grandfather. I am beginning to believe this may have been a pile of aggravation I was mercifully spared.
Uncle Henry, I am throwing you out of my life.
Sunday September 19, 2010
Now that the photography is completed, and my suspicions are tacitly confirmed, I would like to ask of the United States Government as well as all state and local governments, to stop all welfare payments (i.e., food stamps, heating assistance programs, etc.) into the occupants of these settlement/concentration camps. This should resolve the national deficit by the end of the week.
Saturday September 25, 2010
I want Carolyn Cuello Smith to provide a list of all of the anti-Caucasian racial slurs she used after she learned that Ronald Reagan eliminated Jimmy Carter's welfare program guaranteeing that any pregnant teenage minority receives an apartment. I believe very few feminists and civil rights activists will ever understand how much of an insult that was. It is the system validating the concept that such women cannot do any better.
At the time, Carolyn tried everything to acquire this apartment. She achieved part time employment. She resigned. She went to the welfare office dressed like she was ten years older than her teenage status. She went dressed like she was poverty stricken. And I do not know what else she did. Like any other professional welfare recipient, she did not understand the word no.
When I worked in the supermarket, I witnessed the tantrums of these people. It is so extraordinary, that the dictionary provides no words to describe.
Tuesday September 28, 2010
This is the letter I FAX-ed today to my opposing counsel's paralegal. I preemptively attacked his future incorrect allegation of my tardiness.
This paralegal's correspondence to me arrived in my post office box on the same day I received this week's unemployment insurance check. The date of her letter is after the balance of $84.00 was received and deposited by this office.
What does it take to get Attorney General (i.e., Senate candidate) Richard Blumenthal involved in this?