CONSPIRACY TO KILL U.S. NATIONALS; CONSPIRACY TO MURDER U.S.
EMPLOYEES; CONSPIRACY TO USE WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION AGAINST U.S.
NATIONALS; CONSPIRACY TO DESTROY PROPERTY OF THE U. S.; CONSPIRACY TO ATTACK
NATIONAL DEFENSE UTILITIES; BOMBING RESULTING IN DEATH; USE OF WEAPONS OF
MASS DESTRUCTION AGAINST U.S. NATIONALS; MURDER WHILE USING DESTRUCTIVE
DEVICE DURING A CRIME OF VIOLENCE; MURDER OF FEDERAL EMPLOYEES; ATTEMPTED
MURDER OF FEDERAL EMPLOYEES
ABDELKARIM HUSSEIN MOHAMED AL-NASSER
DESCRIPTION
Date of Birth Used:
Unknown
Hair:
Black
Place of Birth:
Al Ihsa, Saudi Arabia
Eyes:
Brown
Height:
5'8"
Sex:
Male
Weight:
170 pounds
Complexion:
Olive
Build:
Unknown
Citizenship:
Saudi Arabian
Languages:
Arabic, Farsi
Scars and Marks:
None known
Remarks:
Al-Nasser is the alleged leader of the
terrorist organization, Saudi Hizballah. He is thought to be in Iran,
Syria, or Lebanon.
CAUTION
Abdelkarim Hussein Mohamed Al-Nasser has been indicted in the Eastern
District of Virginia for the June 25, 1996, bombing of the Khobar Towers
military housing complex in Dhahran, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.
REWARD
The Rewards For Justice Program, United States Department of State, is
offering a reward of up to $5 million for information leading directly to
the apprehension or conviction of Abdelkarim Hussein Mohamed Al-Nasser.
Reporter: Jonathan Miller
Producer: Ivan O'Mahoney
From
Insight News TV
Friday July 08, 2005
Next to the pink vase, is the urn of my
mother.
Dear Chinese Government;
Georgie-Pooh has sent Condi to encourage
you to encourage North Korea to surrender its nuclear arms program. The
Pooh has informed me that he has no confidence in her cranial capacity, and
that he is faced with the unfortunate handicap in that his ancestors were
forced to surrender their work-inducing whips and posses. She hasn't
shown-up for work in months, as she travels excessively.
If I do not adequately compensate his
handicap, he will interfere with my e-bay transactions. Since the board of
directors of e-bay can't wait to bury their children in the next al-Qaeda
attack, they are cooperating and empowering this Jihad-est. I would like to
ask of all funeral homes positioned near their residences to begin preparing
their coffins and price quotes.
I know you are looking forward to your
meeting with her. It is my understanding she delivers in bed to anyone who
asks. I also hear Pooh has four more Middle Eastern wives whose daughters
also make such deliveries. One day, when he has a son he will be the
greatest military commander in history, of course.
As to the work which must be done besides
the photo opportunities, if you do not satisfy her professional pursuit, you
will have to deal personally with all my students who are under
ten-years-old.
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!
Saturday July 09, 2005
There are a few more details about the purchase and
interior design of my new house which I don't want to forget.
My Connecticut realtor had to help me select the plumbing
and electrical fixtures.
There was also the upstairs wall-to-wall
carpeting, and downstairs vinyl flooring. What I found interesting about the
latter was that it including the front hallway. In my New York home, guests
walked on hardwood floors and the small rugs upon it. I think this newer
design is much wiser.
We went to the vendor the builder
recommended and had an account with. It was their home. We walked in through
the garage and I suddenly stepped into a store with a huge selection hanging
everywhere.
"On my goodness!!!"
My realtor was silent and the vendor said,
"That okay, Vivian. We'll help you get through this."
Only a few items fell within my allowance.
If I recall correctly, this was $20/square-yard.
The upstairs was easy. I wanted it all
ivory. This would match the walls, the fancy rugs I already owned, and is more
likely to look clean than the color white.
The bathrooms were easy. I found a nice
ivory/white design and decided it should be placed in all three. These colors
would blend-in with the purple, blue, and green counter tops.
The hallways and kitchen were not easy
because the latter can't look like a kitchen. It is a living-room-extension.
We went through the selection several times. I found a few which were a few
dollars more than my allowance. Although I did not want to spend any money, I
have to be able to enjoy looking at my selection.
Reluctantly, I chose a few within my
allowance. Then she remembered a small selection which recently arrived and
were in the corner, not yet on display. In that, I found the flooring which
looks like stone.
I don't know if I could have selected
different styles for different areas. I do know that would make the house look
smaller. And one day, someone will sell it.
When Audrey walked though the house with me
a few hours before the closing, she was astonished at how well everything turned
out.
Recently, I have been dealing with another
issue; the dining room wall unit.
In my New York home, guests walked by this
as they journeyed from the living room into the kitchen. It was the only
route. Henceforth, a large collection of little objects at such a close
distance was very pretty.
In the Connecticut house, guests enter the
front door and see this across the room. It needs a few big things.
I delivered the little things to the
Salvation Army. Then I went on e-bay hoping to find non-breakable objects.
I found an adorable tea set which matches
the trim of the china. It was $20 including shipping, and came in its original
box. I also found a 15 inch crystal serving platter. It, too, was $20 and I
expect it to also arrive in its original box, as per such advertising. This
crystal object fulfils an additional necessity in that one of my serving
platters did not survive the move. While in New York, as I closed one of the
boxes, I thought I heard something break but decided I could not face the issue
at the time.
This house is different in many other
ways. Even though it is under-100 square-feet bigger, it cannot accommodate all
my furniture. In the New York home, empty walls looked terrible. Here, such is
beautiful. So I discarded the two tall bookcases. And in the basement is a
couch, desk, and long lateral bookcase, as well as all my bookshelves.
In my New York home, the living room could
accommodate a limited quantity and color-quality of paintings. Here, the
fireplace wall is a situation of the more the merrier. I found myself
with an empty spot on the wall. Over the fireplace is the floral bouquets, over
the piano is the sketch of the skyline of Old Jerusalem, between these is the
seascape, and over the piano is the landscape.
So I went on e-bay and found from China,
created after 1990, a portrait of a lady with shoulder-length brown hair. I do
not believe it was by child slave labor as the seller's other items indicate to
me that this person has an attic to clean-out too. This person explained it is
from a friend of his/her father's. It is my guess this is the father's estate.
As I await its arrival, and as I realize My E-Bay page was observed by
everyone, I am beginning to understand the emotional frenzy it created.
Sunday July 10, 2005
The painting was for $20.50 plus $40.00
shipping.
And I am demanding to know why this Chinese
seller was suspended from e-bay without reason.
Thursday July 14, 2005
The people who bought my New York home
lived across the street from me. During my conversations with the husband just
before my vacate, I began to realize he is some kind of an official with NBC.
But I don't know what kind.
They moved into their home, now valued at
$1.6 million, in 1994. It is 2,800 square feet with nine-foot high ceilings.
By the end of that year I fired my publisher. The harassment has been non-stop
ever since even though the Hitlers eventually admitted I did the right thing.
What was his investment in this?
Their names are Jeffrey and Marie Robbins
Suarez. If the name Robbins sounds familiar, it should. Amy Robbins Salerno
was the phony emergency room physician who officially diagnosed my high white
blood cell count as a "psychiatric disorder".
Another interesting irony is that their
deed for my old home omits her maiden name. She must be a defendant in a legal
action and her assets are frozen. Did she finance Dr. Salerno's medical
practice, which she established after she was fired from the hospital? And how
long did it take this physician to kill someone?
Friday July 15, 2005
Would they please tell me why they
uncontrollably harass me?
Monday July 18, 2005
As to the subject of Eric Gregan, the
builder of my nice, new home, he was here on Friday removing the debris in the
garage (i.e., plywood, beam-material, etc.). As I swept and he, with ease,
picked-up objects I could not even pull out of the garage, I found a noose
hanging. He took it and apparently handled William for me.
I think I am in love.
Tuesday July 19, 2005
Dear Connecticut Governor Jodi Rell;
I will do your job of promoting this
State's economy if you put Prince William of Wales in jail for five years.
And don't tell me you don't have enough
evidence against him.
If he receives a ten-year-sentence, I will
help you win re-election.
The Liberian prison which released his
father and grandmother (as per the instructions of the then newly appointed
Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice) has a vacancy you can use.
Vivian
Thursday July 28, 2005
I don't have much news. They have not yet
permitted me to return to work. I have applied to a few banks so I can sit-down
on the job, rather than stand all day. The lack of income should annoy me, but
whenever I experience a sudden burst of weakness, or severe aching in my right
knee, I don't mind. And being in a new location has directed me to a new
Internet search engine, which directed me to new herbs. I think these are
working. If so, I am going to predict the end of this in 30 days.
Having nothing to do inspired a new
project--recording my family history. It began when everything was still in
storage.
All of my belonging were in three rooms.
Two were large, un-air-conditioned rooms. (If I had to do again, I would have
spent the money on an additional large room and spread the boxes out. I would
have found my asthma nebulizer.) The third room was small, and
air-conditioned. It contained my computer equipment, piano, art, and a few
other miscellaneous items.
My art wasn't just that which I bought, but
which I inherited. This includes an oil painting by a friend of my parents (to
the right of her urn), and three watercolors by a friend of my grandparents.
When I arrived at the storage facility, the
mother of the family-owned business was there and saw the art collection and
realized what it meant to me. It was down the hall from her, and I appreciated
that. But having everything in one place while I was in a hotel made me nervous
anyway.
House-hunting began with being
busy-busy-busy. Then it lulled briefly. I needed something to do. The oil
painting which was executed by the friend of my parents always fell out of its
frame. I decided to have that professionally re-framed by The Lily Pad
in Windham. It was returned in beautiful condition.
Then I looked at the three watercolors of
my grandparents. The time for these had come too. One almost fell apart in my
hands when I delivered it to the store.
Delancy Movers must have done a good
job. It should have fell apart in their hands.
Then came the wall decoration my
great-grandfather created to display the report cards of my grandfather. While
I was in the store I suddenly decided to have a plaque made explaining what it
is. When it was returned to me in completed form, I realized I did not indicate
the years of birth or death for either. So I found other objects for framing
with a plaque, such as my great-grandfather's World War I medals for his service
in the German army as a physician. The cost has been on average, $100/framing.
But someone a few generations from now should understand as much as I can
explain. As I have been perusing archives, I have found a posthumous friend,
Selma, who kept records the way I do.
Since I was 13-years-old I have been
intending to record in text form my family history. I never began the project.
I now understand why. It can't be done using this technique. It must be
illustrated, with some text.
the future Dr. Ernst Leopold Lehman (1900
-1976)
Selma Peiser Lehman (1877 - 1941)
Marie Posener Peiser (1852 - 1927)
Ernst
Ernst is the one with the unhappy face,
bottom row, third from left.
Tuesday August 02, 2005
More of my new home.
The slip-covers are the same, except I hired
an upholsterer to adjust these from bulky store-made, to a custom-made
appearance. She did all four of these shown in five hours. Her name is Carol
A. Twardowski-Heap of Creations to Revelations--highly recommended.
The New York master bedroom had two
curtains. Fortunately, my mother left me with 4.5 yards of remnants. I
made an additional set. Unfortunately, these still were not long
enough. So I added an extra row of pleater-tape to the top of each
curtain. An additional good-fortune, is that my mother placed a two
inch hem on the bottom of each curtain. Why? I'll never know. She
must have thought the window might grow. The lesson I have learned is
never make short curtains.
As to the paintings over the mantelpiece, I
placed the darker one on the left, contrary to what I did in my New York home,
and contrary to what I had been taught.
When I worked at Lord & Taylor (not the
employer who was the supplier of the boxes), my manager, Filomena explained
left-to-right/light-to-dark. But this house presents a unique condition in that
the left side of the living room is adjacent to the sheltered, darker deck,
whereas the right side is adjacent to the sunbathed deck.
Above and below you see the $20.50 e-bay
painting from Shanghai, China. It was $20.50, plus $40. shipping, and a
$100 framing. The latter was performed by The Lily Pad in
Connecticut. I wanted to enter all the price-statistics on the plaque,
but they insisted I pretend it is a $4,000 commissioned work. It
infuriates William, because no royal artist could do such quality work.
He questions what he has to offer me.
Above are the watercolors which belonged to
my grandparents. Two were gifts from the artist, the one on the left was
purchased. When I had the blue one framed, the framer asked me if I had
room on my walls for the large frame I selected. I answered, "I will make
room." Just before I moved in, I noticed this wall. I did not have such
over the staircase in the New York home. Rather, I had the slanted roof
above it.
New curtains. A bigger house, means
more windows.
Dear Dirty Jews and descendants of pre-Christian English
Pagans (Saxons):
Why is Prince William exempt from paying me for all the
vandalisms to my house and car?
$500 for smashing my exterior car mirror as often as
possible.
$500 for pouring bacteria down my bathtub in 2004.
$200 for pouring bacteria down my bathtub in 1999.
$1,300 for damage to the septic system noticeable on
January 01, 2002.
$1,300 for damage to my transmission in 2000.
And why is he exempt from paying me for all the damage
to my income, such as the time he had me fired from my job in November of
2000 because he wanted me to come to England for Christmas?
Wednesday August 03, 2005
The only news today is that I have begun to
redeem my Best Western Gold Crown Rewards points. This is the hotel
where I stayed as I purchased my nice, new home. I accumulated over 2,000
points and should be able to acquire a nice birthday with it. Today I redeemed
600 points for a $25 Linens 'N Things gift card. I need a few things.
My only fear is that William will intervene. He has been wanting me to use
these, in conjunction with my American Express points for a trip to
London, England, even though he promised me on the phone that he would pay for
such. I am afraid they will interfere, as they interfered with my e-bay
account. I will no longer trade on this because he telephoned all sellers and
told them not to mail my purchases. After I left negative feedback, they
either issued a refund or mailed it. I want the FBI to investigate. It amazes
me that all these people received a telephone call by someone explaining they
invaded my account, and all obeyed. One admitted she took it to the post
office, and never mailed it. In her negative feedback to me, she
explained she retrieved it. This must be a lie, unless she ran after the truck,
or jumped on the plane.
Thursday August 04, 2005
I forgot to mention the $200 repair to my
driver's-side door-lock William vandalized a few weeks before I left New York.
Dear Fidel Castro;
May I please see some evidence that you are
alive?
On another subject, Al-Qaida deputy leader
Ayman al-Zawahri, the man who is second to Osama ben Laden, made the news today
with his latest threats. I would like to know how tall he is. If he is over 6'
2", than he probably is my neighbor, who has almost the same
last-name-pronunciation, Suarez (i.e., Suare-z). It was this neighbor who
bought my New York home. I have his Merrill Lynch account numbers. Would the
FBI like these?
Monday August 08, 2005
Friday was an interesting day. Around noon
the smoke detector in the master bedroom beeped a few times. Eric was away on
vacation, so I called his realtor/mother. She was away with him to Mertyl
Beach. I spoke to her assistant who told me to change the battery. I did.
When it beeped a few more times that afternoon I finally called the
non-emergency number of the police department inquiring if there was a fire near
me. He confirmed there was, on the same side of the house where the alarm was
positioned. (The other two alarms did not go off.)
We both accepted that explanation.
Then the whole fire department arrived in
full fire-fighting gear while withstanding the heat and humidity.
My neighbor stepped outside, saw me alive
and well on the front porch, and went back into her house.
They checked the house. As we stood on the
front porch and they told me everything was fine, the alarm sounded again. They
pulled it out of the ceiling and concluded it was not working.
The next day my neighbor suggested I stop
having wild parties with the fire fighters.
Tuesday August 09, 2005
On August 04th I made two requests:
Evidence Fidel Castro is alive.
Comparison of height and facial features of Al-Qaida
deputy leader Ayman al-Zawahri and my neighbor, Jeffrey Suarez.
I want answers.
Thursday August 11, 2005
The latest news is that my former New York
neighbor has made a credible threat that he will again attack England. He will
retract this if I return the money I accepted for the purchase of the house.
President Georgie-Pooh's offensive strategy is to attempt to intimidate me into
making such refund.
I sometimes wonder how it is possible that
this country still exists:
President Mullah Krekar-a-Pooh
Vice President Tricky-Dicky Abdelkarim
Hussein Mohamed Al-Nasser
Secretary of State Fupi-de-Pooh-Pee
I don't have much to do. So I will talk
about the issues which have been on my mind.
I witnessed events in college which I did
not understand at the time, but do now. There were many people who would
attend, and just before beginning their final semester, would leave. Why?
Their grade-point-average was below
graduate-able from the beginning of their academic careers. Their solution was
not to do their homework, but rather become politically active as they
entertained the egos of the administration. The administrators postponed their
dismissal. As the final semester approached, these students demanded their
places on line at commencement. And they were finally asked to leave.
But not all entertained egos. Others
attempted to bully, and were dismissed before the final semester arrived.
One such fellow student ran for president
of the student government, and lost. I attended a summer session with him. He
showed for the first few classes, then stopped. But he appeared for each exam.
I finally asked him how he accomplished this concise timing. He explained that
as he walks across campus, he finds another student and asks him for the most
recent news. Years after he told me this I finally noticed that every time I
saw him he was carrying one book and walking across. He was too lazy to carry
two.
You might ask where do people acquire such
stupid ideas. The answer is this is how their parents built their careers.
On another subject...
As I explained, I have been framing memoirs
of my family history. Anything which cannot be fully explained through text, I
have been hanging on the wall with a plaque to help. It is the only time I have
ever seen The New York Hitlers encourage me to spend money. William
believes Eric inspired this, and is jealous. My father is jealous because he is
finally learning of the locket my mother kept hidden from him which contained a
photo of her childhood sweetheart. (I should also tell him about the two
affairs my mother had early in their marriage because she needed to be certain
she didn't make a mistake at the altar. And I should tell him that my
grandmother recommended that she have her children with one of them because of
his physical prowess. Ken looked like a football star.)
But nonetheless, the plaque-maker charges
per letter. So I will place as much information as I can on this website.
In the early 1800's, there lived in Prussia
a man whose last name was Casper. A marriage was arranged between him and a
woman across this nation-state. As he traveled to meet her, he stayed in the
town of Friedland with a family named Friedlander. In their home, he found
enslaved a woman named Marie, and fell in love. He asked to marry her. The
family begged him to marry any of their other daughters. He insisted. But was
never told what was wrong with her.
They had nine children. All but one
succumbed to the British small pox attack. The survivor was named Helene. She
married a man from Borne. His last name should have been Borner but the last
-r was somehow lost. They had seven children. The eldest died before age
one. But was never forgotten. The six siblings insisted they were "actually
seven." One of the children was named Margaret. She was born in 1899. As a
child she was wrote a poem and was eventually invited to read such for the
Kaiser. She needed proper attire. The maid worked all night to alter one of
the other children's dresses.
In Pomerania, there lived a descendant of
the Poseners of Posen; Selma and her husband Dr. Max Leopold Lehmann,
M.D. He was an internist. His brother-Lehmann was an attorney who had the
philosophy that
a good attorney earns as much money for
his client as he charges in fees.
They had one child, Ernst. But Max and
Selma wanted more. Finally, she went to a gynecologist who explained it was a
minor blockage and demanded to know why they didn't bring this matter to his
attention earlier. They had another son. But in 1917, as this internist served
the German army at the Argonne, he fell.
During this War, Selma and her two sons had
to evacuate. They traveled second class on the train. He never knew how he
accomplished this, but Ernst found a seat for his mother and the baby. He
witnessed the first class crowd in comfort and vowed that if he ever experienced
this again, he would at any expense buy such a ticket.
Margaret was one of the first women to
enter the German universities. On the first day of her academic career, the
provost told these females they would never accomplish anything because they had
"inferior brains." The new students stood in line as he shook each of the
men's hands. She eventually earned her certification as a math and biology
instructor. But as per German law, had to quit when she married.
Part of the four-year university education
was to transfer the students to other campuses. As a student, Margaret took the
train into one such university, where she was received by the student assigned
to her. They eventually married. But biochemical incompatibilities rendered
conception almost impossible. Finally, as she passed age 35 in the Hanseatic
City of Danzig, Alisa Doris Lehmann was born.
Danzig is not a country.
It later became part of Poland.
Alisa had a German birth certificate and
passport.
Hercountry of originwas of Germany born.
Left, Helene Casper Borne
Right, Selma Peiser Lehmann
1937
Margaret is the only adult.
Compared to the student photo of Ernst,
observe the gender segregation and the
happier faces in this photo.
Dear Mr. Suarez;
The $588,000 will be in your bank
account tomorrow as soon as you telephone me and tell me into which account
to deposit it.
Dear Mr. Icahn;
I realize you are very busy managing
Houlihan Lawrence, the real estate agency which sold my home, but as your
former neighbor, and friend of your former bodyguard, I would like you to
take a few minutes to answer my questions.
Please take note of the paperwork
above.
Your realtor never saw the
deposit-check, but the attorney she referred me to never noticed that while
the resident-address is New York, the bank location is Columbus, Ohio. Of
course, there may be a logical explanation. But was it worth a question as
we signed a $588,000 contract? And why did the attorney wait 13-days to
deposit it into the escrow account?
As to the first letter, it was approved
by my realtor as evidence that the transaction should be approved. Please
note the name on the top, ChuckArdner.
This was the former owner of the FAX
machine before Jeff Suarez purchased it on e-bay. In simpler terms,
Merrill Lynch transmitted this to him, and he transmitted a copy to my
realtor. Don't you require originals? And as to this letter, it indicates
the Suarez name without an address. Why was this acceptable?
Your realtor never saw the second
letter, but trivialized my concerns about the $100,000 discrepancy. She
philosophized they must have other monies. Was this a philosophy class?
I worked as a $9/hour cashier. Your
real estate agency collected $15,000 from this transaction. Mistakes were
made which I was not allowed. I would have been reprimanded several times
for stupidity. And as to the 13-day delay, I would have been arrested.
Was the problem with you in that you do
not train your people? Was the problem with the New York State Board of
Realtors in that they do not appropriately regulate this industry? Was the
problem with my realtor?
Wednesday August 17, 2005
Dear Mr. Icahn;
Thank you for all your immediate attention
in this matter. You appear resolved to correct what went wrong.
I never noticed it before, but the 1
in the figure of $132,537 was doctored. And I never noticed it because
I never computer-scanned it before. It is inconsistent. The author of the
letter prepared it such that altering would be easy. For the second letter,
he did not. But when I consulted with Merrill Lynch before the closing, I
only had a copy of the check. And I now understand what they were saying when
they advised me against the deal.
And I just noticed one more thing.
At the closing, the buyers' realtor was not
present. My realtor accepted both commission checks. I found that peculiar.
Wouldn't the associate broker or the buyers' attorney be the one to accept
such? Did my realtor secretly agree to dismiss both the original buyers and
alternate buyers rendering the Suarezes without any competition over $600,000?
On another subject...
Selma and her only other child.
I thought about creating a plaque,
Would you buy a used car from this man? Rather, I have not labeled
either of these items. Selma can speak for herself.
Now that I have introduced everyone to my
attorney-ancestor, the next obvious question directs us to my former attorneys
who administered the estate of my mother. I didn't want to pay their fees.
When they sued me, I told the Court I believed they stole something, I just
didn't know what it was. And with all the techniques they have to manipulate
the paperwork, they could have stolen anything without my knowing what it is.
When trial began, Supreme Court Judge Harold Wood asked Barbara Pickett for an
inventory of assets. He believed she would have told him what she stole. And
after we passed that issue, he told me there was something wrong with me because
I did not appreciate this attorney imposing her Addition Consulting Business on
me. He was ready to set a precedent that the laws which protected me against
billing for unsolicited services, did not apply to arithmetic. Henceforth, she
had a legal right to attempt to interfere with my personal investment
strategies. Nonetheless, I was able to establish in Court that the law firm
attempted to
steal the content of the safe deposit box,
alter the Will and steal the house &
embezzle the life insurance money.
The content of the safe deposit box was for
Donald Trump. And if the law firm had just once threatened him with enforcement
of the laws, he probably would not have interfered with my relationship with my
book publisher a few years later.
And, of course, we now know that Barbara
Pickett was never an attorney. Without a license, she bought a certificate from
former Governor Mario Cuomo. I wonder what the size of the kickback was.
Thursday September 15, 2005
I have lost the last month's data.
Friday September 16, 2005
I would have lost more than one month's data
except for my back-up disk. I record once-per-month. They wanted me to loose
the whole year.
Why?
I think I can guess. And if you already read
the story a few days ago, I decided to add a few more facts that I previously
thought were insignificant.
Last month, I delivered to the framer six
spoons my Great Aunt Betty gave me when I visited her in Germany. It is a
powerful symbol of the events of WWII. But what recently shocked everyone was
that I am the only one in the family who cares about it. And this is after all
the name-calling my mother and I were on the receiving end of: anti-family,
stupid, etc. They convinced the people who stalk me that these are accurate
characterizations. And while I did not mind spending $200 on such preservation
which included an explanatory plaque because I want my descendants to understand
this moment in European history, I do believe that because it was not in my
lineage, it was not my responsibility. She had two children and five
grandchildren as well as nephews who were the leaders in the Defame Alisa &
Vivian campaign.
1971?
I met Aunt Betty for the only time in my
childhood. She was driven by one of her nephews to my mother's home. My
mother stood on the driveway laughing as Michael arrived with his three
Aunts in the back-seat of his car which included my grandmother. (If you
ever wanted to experience back-seat driving, try taking them for a ride...)
It is all I remember of this visit.
1985?
My mother explained what happened that
drove my family to leave Germany in 1933. She also said that I am never to
discuss this with Aunt Betty because her mistakes humiliated her. It was
all her fault. Her husband, Egon's, Communist party was outlawed by
Hitler. So in 1933 she took such books he owned to the incinerator of their
apartment complex. It was on a Sunday, and the Nazis wondered why anyone
would burn anything on such day of the week. My grandfather placed Egon in
the hospital on suspicion of appendicitis. The Nazis bugged the
telephones. During one such transmission, Egon's secretary reminded him to
take his heart medication. The Nazis wondered about the contradiction in
diagnoses and arrested both men. My grandmother entered the room where they
were held and each was standing in opposite corners, facing the wall. Both
my grandmother and grandfather claimed responsibility for the brilliant
negotiations strategy which achieved their release.
1991, February
My mother continued her recounting of what
happened as we visited Berlin. After his release, my grandfather was
assigned to observe the parades in this city. He needed reliable
transportation. He had a car, and a grateful patient serviced it for him
daily. The patient was a limousine driver who, during the depression,
required a thumb amputation. My grandfather left enough intact such that he
could keep his license. Everyday he warmed-up his car and left it for him.
After a few weeks, my grandfather explained to the commander that Hitler has
done a wonderful job. Then everyone in my family left Germany.
1991, November
My mother died. I telephoned Aunt Betty's
son Manfred because when he was a child, he and my mother were very close.
No one in the family called or wrote to me except one. Although it took a
few weeks for the information to reach her in Germany, Aunt Betty sent a
letter in which she told me to tell her all about myself. We soon learned
we both study ethology and had read the same books. I referred to Elaine
Morgan's book but it was never translated into German so henceforth, she
could not find it in the library. We also shared in our enjoyment of
writing long letters.
1998
I finally visited her in Germany. When I
arrived she gave me the six spoons. She directed the conversation into the
issue of what happened in 1933. According to her, it all began when Egon,
working as a film review editor, gave a Nazi film a bad critique.
As I explained a few days ago, I believe
Betty in that she thinks this is what set everything in motion. It is
Egon I do not believe. If everything my mother told me about him is
accurate, he either took or received a bribe, smuggled something, and/or
anything else.
Nazis in the apartment building of Egon
and Betty's residence were assigned to watch them. When she went to the
incinerator, they thought she was carrying arms up to the roof and therefore
arrested Egon.
When I asked about the hospitalization,
she did not know what I was talking about. When I asked why my
grandfather was arrested, she drew a blank face and said, "He wasn't."
Then she continued her recounting.
After his arrest, Aunt Betty lay on the
couch at home deciding which method of suicide she would use. Then all of a
sudden Egon appeared in unshaven condition. His was given a weekend pass
after his passport was confiscated (which he must have been carrying for
some unexplained reason). He left Germany. Betty was then summoned for
questioning. She sat in a room with a Nazi officer watching her as via
telephone she was interrogated. Then she returned home, grabbed her two
small children including the youngest in diapers, as well as the six
spoons, and left Germany.
After she concluded her story I said
that this was something I was told never to discuss with her because of
her humiliation. "No," she exclaimed. She was never embarrassed.
2005
Carol A. Twardowski-Heap, my upholsterer,
was at my home adjusting my slip-covers as I was organizing my family
history. There was something about being uprooted after 38-years in the
same place which inspired me to do this task, aside from the fact that I had
nothing else to do. I asked her why she left me the spoons. She said her
children and grandchildren probably didn't want them. It was an obvious
answer I never thought of.
So now, after all the noise which was made
after I first discussed the issue of Egon's investigation, I want to know what
it was really about, and if my relatives are involved in the same activities. I
know of one who was arrested in the 1970's before he blew-up a bank. But
because he was a juvenile, he did not serve prison time.
When I brought the six spoons to the frame
shop, I found near the framer's desk the perfect frame of height, width, depth
and character. It was in front of other frames and easily found by me even
though I never noticed it before. The framer probably didn't know it was there
because she was looking elsewhere for possibilities. A pre-made frame saved me
money, which was nice. But there was something really nice about the way it
seemed to be waiting.
On a related subject...
I have learned a few lessons about framing and
recording family history.
Gold is more desirable than silver
I
found the gold plaques to be more legible than the silver, especially as
such concerns small letters. For the black-and-white childhood photo of my
mother, silver would be more aesthetically appropriate, but not if no one
can read it. For her silver locket and my ancestor's monogrammed
silverware, I had no choice but to use the corresponding color. So if you
are looking for a good excuse to purchase more expensive gold jewelry and
tableware, here it is.
Research the pre-American name
The first family-history framing I did was
of the wall exhibit my great-grandfather, Dr. Max Leopold Lehman, created to
exhibit the report cards of his son, Dr. Ernst Leopold Lehman. The date was
1905? I forgot that at that time we spelled our last named with two n's at
the end; Lehmann, and did not remember until a few days after I brought the
finished product home. I decided not to have the plaque re-made. This was
not just because of financial reasons, but also because the framing had
been re-done once for a completely different reason. I then decided to
repeat the spelling mistake on other plaques. I forgave myself
rationalizing that the full burden of this project fell on my shoulders, I
can't do everything.
What you see is not what you get
When I delivered the report card exhibitor
for framing, I selected a dark matting. On the framer's desk it looked
beautiful as it would when the finished product was placed in my hands. But
from afar it looked as if I threw some brown paint on the wall. For an
extra $30, I noticed a small amount of ivory in the artifact and had the
matting replaced. The framer took the liberty of leaving a square of the
dark color around the plaque. It was worth the extra expense.
When I delivered one of the watercolor
paintings for re-framing (i.e., those found on the top of my staircase), we
found a pre-made frame. On the table it looked like the perfect size. When
the finished product was returned to me, it was, in my opinion, too big.
For no extra charge, the frame-cutter adjusted it.
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The
blue dot in the knitting exhibit is a small remnant ball of yarn I found in my
mother's knitting basket. This was the most expensive framing job--$250. This
is because a frame of such depth is expensive. We had limited selection, and
chose this because the exterior design looks like a work of crochet.
This is a sweater made for me. I found a
photo of me in it at age 20 weeks in 1967 which the shop just finished framing.
The plaque on the sweater's left explains that Alisa Doris Lehman was a knit-aholic.
That on the right explains that her maternal grandmother, Marie Casper Borne,
was a self-taught sew-aholic.
The frame of my mother as a child was
pre-made. I was in the shop the day before considering it for my Great
Grandfather's WWI medals. Judy, the framer talked me out of it for aesthetic
reasons. When I returned with this photo of my mother as well as another photo
of her on a bicycle with her childhood sweetheart and the locket in which she
kept his teenage smile, she exclaimed, "I knew you were going to find something
for this frame." I was experimenting with the locket and cycling photo. She
insisted on the other photo. This frame was $50 -20%. The discount was a
product of their July ready-made frame sale.
My greatest challenge was color. Brown is
nice, as is gold and silver. But the whole exhibit cannot be such. Various
shades of blue correspond well with silver and/or gray. And various shades of
purple correspond well with brown.
The plaque for my grandfather (1900 - 1976)
explains his philosophies:
Medical; Do not operate unless it is
100%+ necessary.
Surgical; The key is to enter the
correct layer, and then you excise everything.
Matrimonial; She thinks I come home from
work rested.
As WWI refugee; At any expense, travel
1st class.
In 1976; There is something wrong with
my brain cells.
The last quote is especially important to me
because in 1999, before my clinical diagnosis of cancer, this dialogue repeated
itself over-and-over in my mind. Finally as I was at a co-worker's register at
Lord & Taylor, I demanded of myself that it would stop. It did. I have
since spoken to other cancer survivors who have reported a grotesque obsession
with cancer before the diagnosis.
Another subject which concerned everyone this
past month is how gas prices jumped to over $3/gallon. The oil/gas companies
blamed hurricane Katrina, but that made no sense. What did make sense is that
Georgie-Pooh enjoyed his newly found windfall.
I had a few suggestions to counter the
expenses.
Take a day off
In early 2004, I experienced an
interesting serendipity concerning what I thought were two unrelated
issues. I was having a problem in that my 1992 Volkswagen Jetta was
constantly at the mechanics' requiring $400 repairs. (I did not suspect
vandalisms, but you never know.) I thought it was the end of the car. And
I certainly could not afford a new one. Then OPEC did me a favor and raised
gas prices to over $2/gallon. You know the old saying, When life gives
you lemons, make lemonade. I decided to counter the added expense by
creating an inviolable rule that one day-per-week I do not leave the house.
There were immediate benefits:
I acquired the rest I needed more than I
realized, and
I finally completed all the little
reorganization-details the household required.
The long term benefit was that the repairs
stopped.
Dry-gas
When I purchased a pint of this in late
August, I paid $2.00. And if I recall correctly, this is what I have been
paying for many months. It is always a good idea to add this before the
winter such that all water in the tank is neutralized and can't freeze.
And, of course, water devalues gas-mileage. Recently, B.J.'s Wholesale Club
had an open house. That is, their $40 annual fee was temporarily waived. I
purchased in-bulk dry-gas for approximately $4.80/gallon to inexpensively
convert my Sabbath Day Car's water-into-wine.
Oil & Lube
I take care of my car every 2,000 miles.
In addition to improving and maintaining engine performance, the mechanics
also check tire pressure. These both can be major factors in
gas-consumption.
Professional Car Wash
According to my experience, the
tire-detail (which may cost extra) promotes good gas-mileage. According to
my New York mechanics, Keith and Steve of Pound Ridge Auto Repair,
the under-spray is the important functional contribution performed by a
professional car wash. But I don't think they are talking about gas
consumption.
Two week vacation at
Best Western
This is where I stayed when I first moved
here. They have a points-program similar to that of American Express.
The difference is that in this program, 1,300 points (i.e., one person,
two weeks, approximately) purchases a $50 Exxon/Mobil card. I received one,
and will soon exchange points for the other. (The remaining points are
invested in $25 gift certificates for the Olive Garden Restaurant and
Linens 'N Things.)
Move to Coventry, Connecticut
There is a certain intelligence to the
people of Coventry as well as those of our County of Tolland which I did not
find in Bedford, New York of Westchester County. Coventry is well adapted
to modernity. This is a mysterious irony as both towns are the same age of
over 200 years.
While both towns are adjacent to another
town with a large business district (Bedford is near Mount Kisco, Coventry
near Windham), the 55-mile/hour roadways of Mount Kisco wrap around such,
whereas that of Windham goes directly through it. My errands are taking a
fraction of the time it used to take. I finally realized this is because
I am not stopping at several traffic lights.
While both towns take great efforts to
preserve its trees and landscapes, Coventry understands that I still need
a quart of milk and car servicing. As to the former, one mile from my
home is a convenience store and small Italian restaurant. On the car's
day-off I walk there--great exercise. As to the latter, I recently had to
have a small car repair in that one bumper was protruding after it was
maliciously cut. I could have killed someone with that. Approximately
five miles from me is a collision repair store. (But, nonetheless,
Coventry is just as beautiful because it is connected to a long driveway
thereby distancing it from the drive-by-view.)
As to my health...
During the last month I visited the hair
dresser's. Amber of Cost Cutters agonized over my split-ends as did
Malitta of HeritageHills, New York. Amber washed then
rinsed my hair. I was back in her chair when she directed me back to the sink.
The shampoo was clinging to my hair. Another rinse did not remedy this.
I decided this must be a break-through moment
and asked what was in the shampoo. She handed me a bottle. It is a clarifying
shampoo for oily hair distributed uniquely by this company. And it contains the
herb Spirulina. This is rich in proteins and specializes in delivering these
into necessary destination points. I bought a bottle. Amber warned me,
once-per-week or my hair will dry-out.
I obeyed. But on the second night I could not
fall asleep. I bathed in it, and then was fine. I used it daily for over a
week. It moisturized the back of my neck which was dry. Finally, these daily
dosages, I experienced skin itching and decided it was time to obey her
instructions.
Amber also made an interesting point: If
internal issues are causing the split-ends, why don't the hairs emerge split?
Why don't these split before exteriorizing?
I can only say that Malitta insisted that
"hair is alive". Many people would disagree with that. But my experiences are
that Malitta is right and if the conjoining pieces of the puzzle don't fit, then
it is these which must be re-structured.
September 20, 2005
The new bed-sheets I bought are not for
William's middle-of-the-night visits, but rather because the move from New York
finally made me notice that I have only one fitted sheet. J.C. Penney
had a half-price sale last weekend.
In late July I predicted that my health
problems had thirty days left. I was wrong. But recently I have become quite
weak and my appetite has been reduced to spaghetti with melted cheese. I
originally thought this was a result of hurricane season draining the oxygen out
of the air. But this self-starvation issue may be that in conjunction with
something else.
The good news is that my right knee is
almost heeled. I no longer limp down the stairs like a child. This is how I
know I am getting better.
Wednesday September 21, 2005
Dear Reverend Jesse Jackson &
Representative Jesse Jackson jr. of
Illinois;
A few months ago, President Pooh
attempted to coerce me into doing the work, without pay, for the only
African-American of his cabinet. It is she who has the responsibility of
cleaning-up the mess left behind by the only other African-American this
Administration has appointed. I explained to him that Condi is capable of
changing the diaper of the office of the Secretary of State and thereby
refused to validate the argument of the KKK. You never thanked me. Why?
Yesterday I had a job interview. The
interviewer was African-American. I have had many job interviews before,
but as I am being asked to return for a second interview, something
unprecedented in my life is happening: It is being demanded of me to do
his work for him too as a hiring stipulation.
What do you want me to do?
Dear William;
I don't expect the Jews to understand
this, because they like to swim in dirt.
Before you rape me again, you must have
AIDS and venereal tests performed in the United States by our doctors, not
by your inferior-brained welfare recipients.
Everyone wants to know if I am
pregnant. You would know best. I did not feel a condom.
Thursday September 22, 2005
Which venereal disease was I exposed to?
William has had many whores.
When will William reimburse me the $7,000
in damage he did to my New York home while I was working for $9/hour?
If the Swamp-Dwelling/Non-Aquatic Jews
don't want to answer, they can have their birthday presents early.
Friday September 23, 2005
It is NOT an act of passion if it is combined
with $7,000 in previous damage, unknown contamination from his multitude of
whores, and his crumpled beer can deposited into my tulip garden as it began.
Six months after my January 2002
hospitalization, I realized something happened between us. I immediately had my
venereal disease and AIDS tests. It was very nice of him to subtly pay for all
that without playing the hero. But he must have realized I do not want any
sexual activity with him. And he exploited my deep sleep without using a
condom.
On another subject, I had my second job
interview today. I told the office manager that this job with First
Investors is not for me. I was telephoned for the first interview because
the recruiter found my résumé on
Monster. Today I learned it is not for a secretarial position, but rather
as an investor. I explained to him that these jobs are popularity contests--the
type I never win. But, nonetheless, I learned something today.
I thought I knew what I needed to know about
life insurance. I didn't.
I thought I had an excellent basic financial
understanding of the investment markets. I didn't.
Life insurance is one of the few tax loopholes
left as it effectively serves the purposes of the small scale investor.
I should have noticed its tax exempt status
from the time I handled my mother's estate. I could not figure-out how to claim
it on all the tax forms. My accountant didn't respond to my concern so I did
nothing. And then wondered. If it was claimed on the New York State estate
tax, then I paid 4% minus the deductions.
According to the manager, life insurance can
and should be purchased before the inevitable dependents arrive. In simpler
terms, the first born should arrive in the presence of accrual.
Life insurance policies not used as death
benefits can be converted into retirement accounts--tax free.
If Connecticut Governor Jodi Rell wants the
value of my real estate investment to ascend, she should not be obsessing
herself with the closing of the submarine base in Groton. Rather, she should be
informing every adult in the United States that if they want an SPIC secured
investment, with above-normal interest rates, which is tax exempt as well as
investment-flexible, they should go directly to the companies based in Hartford.
Saturday September 24, 2005
Based on my experiences, it is my
recommendation that any life insurance policy covers the following:
Funeral
$5,000
Lawyers
$5,000
Lawyers if Will is contested
$10,000
Accountants, appraisers, etc.
$5,000
Medical expenses if death is not resultant
of injury and henceforth, subjected to a deductible
$5,000
Estate taxes if Federal and/or State is
applicable
$10,000
Compensation for last unemployable months
of decedent and survivor
$10,000
$50,000
The Estate would have been even more
expensive if my mother left a complicated Will. I was the only beneficiary.
Every division of assets requires more paperwork for the attorneys to prepare
for the Surrogate's Court, for the accountants to prepare for the department of
taxation, and for the appraisers to formulate for both.
It is a very nice thought to evenly
divide everything between your children, but it doesn't work. The
professionals will inherit everything.
And it is an
interesting thought that a woman without in-come dies at no expense to her
husband. A funeral is required, and assets must be divided. And another
financial issue is that the wife is typically a master household bookkeeper,
and henceforth an ex-come manager. And if the children are small, he will
have to hire babysitters, tutors, etc.
And it is a very nice thought that at
age 40 the wife can, at no cost, bury her husband and then return to the
labor market for the same wages as he. But that doesn't work either. You
must include in your calculations that women make 70˘-per-$1
partially because of lost employment history. And you must consider
retraining will likely be required.
I recently added on the right a picture of
myself at 20 weeks in the sweater. In the large frame are my
great-grandfather's German army war medals. He was a front-line physician at
the Argonne.
Original painting from my mother's childhood
by S. Rosen of the Bedouin of the Negev. It is 2 x 3 inches.
Sunday September 25, 2005
If William and I do marry, we will include in
the ceremony his act of taking a plumbing pipe and pouring bacteria into it. We
don't want to forget the $7,000 in damage he did to my New York home.
William is going to buy life insurance for my
security. He selected a 20-year term policy that we can never withdraw from,
but will decrease in value.
Monday September 26, 2005
William has had his tests and we are
awaiting the results. What finally generated this action (after I begged for it
for months) was the revelation that William did not use a condom.
Whether William and the Hitlers like it or
not, my birthday is onto a sensual start. In mid-September I received a
catalogue and $25 gift certificate from Breck's gardening company which
recognized me as a new homeowner. The catalogue focused on their bulb
collection which must be planted now for the Spring. The tulips were the most
cost-effective, particularly those guaranteed to bloom for 60-days. I could
only select one color. I decided red would be best against the gray house. I
also selected multi-colored tulips which will not bloom as long, but will be
enlightening. The total bulb count was 27. My total including shipping was
$25.93 - $25.00=93˘.
Delivery requires six-eight weeks. So it
may arrive on my birthday.
The only gardening equipment I brought from
New York was a pitchfork and gloves. I began work on the weeding. But William
immediately deposited a crumpled beer can into it. I won't resume until he
picks it up.
From the American ExpressRewards
Program I have selected Home Depot gift certificates. I know what
William wants; a second counter stool for the kitchen. Unfortunately for him I
will use these to purchase gardening equipment.
On another subject...
Everyone has been observing the exodus from
the hurricanes which hit Louisiana and Texas. And everyone has been noting that
these cars all traveled 2nd class. As my grandfather described, there
was no room to sit. If a 1st class route was available, he would have
recommended that at any expense. It would have been fast and, henceforth,
gas-efficient.
And as to the subject of exoduses, they are
still researching why my family left Germany. Whatever it was Egon was
involved with, my relatives are still doing it. We just need to know
what IT is.
Tuesday September 27, 2005
Now that the tests on William have been
concluded, I will like such performed on all his whores of the past six months.
And I would like such performed in the United States by normal brained people,
not professional welfare recipients (i.e., socialists).
On another subject...
Have you found any government officials you do
not want to fire?
We have to begin the list for the following
reasons:
Compromised legal degrees
I have discussed this before, but never as
in-depth as I should have. When I was a freshman at the State University of
New York, College at Purchase, there was a course, required for everyone,
which involved heavy readings such as Plato's Republic. Many of
those who could not handle the difficulty changed their majors to
acting/pre-law for which this class was NOT required. One evening there was
a professor/student forum in which one dancing-major expressed her outrage
that this requirement is waived for them, but not for her. The
administration would not answer. I have since learned that many law schools
appreciate such simple minds who spend their lives reciting from their
professors' scripts. These people blend-in with the
high-school-drop-out/certified-and-unlicensed crowd. The American Bar
Association does not mind.
But I do mind. I will set the precedent
that any governmental tenure laws which have been applied to such people,
are void-able. They will be fired.
When I am finished firing these, as well
as the certified-and-unlicensed crowd, we will be left with three
attorneys: civil, criminal, and everything else. It won't be a good thing.
Compromised college degrees
Many college students who can't function
at all acquire fraudulent degrees. They accomplish this by becoming
political activists and either bully the administration into giving them a
B.A., or ass-lick. They either have a zero grade-point-average, or
falsified credits and grades.
I will here again set the precedent. When
I am finished firing these, we will be left with three civil servants:
social services, education, and everything else.
If we are going to clean-up and not bring
government to a stand-still, we must begin now.
Wednesday September 28, 2005
William let me know he likes it when a
girl's underwear is unwashed for weeks.
On an equal but different subject...
I think a second person was arrested by the
Gestapo. But it was not my grandfather. Rather, it was one of the brothers of
Aunt Betty and my grandmother; Arthur or Siegfried. Records may still exist,
under the names Borne and/or Zeitlin.
And if William really wants to be
annoyed...
My birthday began on a sensual start while
I was at the open house of B. J.'s Wholesale Club. In addition to buying
dry-gas in-bulk, I also found packages of my favorite truffles, gift wrapped. I
purchased one, deciding that $7.99 was a very reasonable price. But it scanned
at $1.99. So I bought four more. I already ate two packages.
On another subject...
I am not very sure of myself on this one.
This minister is the woman who replaced Patty at St. Matthews. Patty left after
I demanded answers from the church (i.e., not through this website). The church
became angry with me and demanded that I never return. This was in August of
2004.
RIGHT: The Rev. Elizabeth Fisher "Assistant Minister Betsy Fisher serves at St. Matthew's on a part-time
basis, with a particular focus on small-group ministry."
Aafia Siddiqui
DESCRIPTION
Date of Birth Used:
March 2, 1972
Place of Birth:
Pakistan
Sex:
Female
Remarks:
Although Aafia Siddiqui's current whereabouts are
unknown, the FBI believes she is currently in Pakistan.
DETAILS
Although the FBI has no information indicating
this individual is connected to specific terrorist activities, the FBI
would like to locate and question this individual.
So therefore it is scientifically axiomatic
that it was written by women.
I demand that all history texts be
appropriately rewritten. And I would like to ask of all handwriting analysts to
answer my question as to whether there is a gender difference in
signature-qualities. If so, I would like such information applied to a new
analysis of the Declaration of Independence.
Tuesday October 04, 2005
If Connecticut Governor Jodi Rell wants the
revitalization of Hartford to succeed, I suggest she keep the swamp-dwelling
population under control.
She can begin by contacting Lord & Taylor
in Stamford, acquiring a list of all the children who attended Monica's fashion
show, and following-up on who is alive or dead.
And I am curious...
Is Kathy McTigue still waiting for me to
die so she can collect her reward? Not that Monica has anything to offer, but
because she is a Nazi, she should be able to find something.
On another subject...
The Bird Flu which is waiting to become an
epidemic, has had a few victims in Asia causing them to exterminate millions of
chickens to control its spread. I have a curiosity question for the physicians
treating the human patients: Did these people receive mothers' milk?
Thursday October 06, 2005
Now it is becoming interesting.
ABC National News
reported exclusively yesterday that a White House aid from the Philippines,
"Leandro Aragoncillo, a U.S. Marine most
recently assigned to the staff of Vice President Dick Cheney, stole classified
material from the vice president's office, includ-(ing) damaging dossiers on
the president of the Philippines, and then passed them on to opposition
politicians planning a coup in the Pacific nation. Sources said a former
Philippine president has admitted that he received some information from the
alleged spy. The case was first reported by ABC News Chief Investigative
Correspondent Brian Ross."
Aragoncillo was originally employed by Vice
President Al Gore when Billy Clinton was President.
If you would like to recall, every Christmas
President Billy-Goat went shopping at the stores of the Metropolitan Museum
of Art. This is next to Central Park of Manhattan. And a short drive
across the park delivers one to the American Museum of Natural History,
where Eric Delson is a research associate.
A few weeks ago, I lost one month of work of
this website. (I now understand that it was not an act of malice, but rather my
lack of understanding of how big this file is. I had the website open as I was
working on my Home Page--can't do that.) Included in that was Eric Delson's
sabotage of my one day long career at University of Connecticut. His socially
adaptive pretext was that he did not want me taking cultural anthropology, but
rather genetics.
He's not that dumb as to disregard this whole
section of anthropology for his own idiot-brained level of understanding of
non-aquatic human evolution.
UConn had everything ready for me. For one
class we would read the anthology, Unwrapping Christmas. The other was
to teach ethnographers how to ask all the right questions.
Eric Delson had a reason to not want me to
take this. And the reason was that his father was lying. He was a PHONY
whistle-blower.
According to the webpage of the
American-Indonesian Chamber of Commerce, his father, Robert Delson, arranged for
a Stay of Deportation of Indonesian workers in America. This was in 1949, and
it was to avoid inevitable incarceration by the British colonists. And the more
I re-read this account, the more I realized it was a stupid lie. The British
would never make their plans known. Instead, they would lure them (e.g., a
nice tax-exempt village financed by the tax-payers; a.k.a. concentration
camp (but that only works on Jews)).
The Indonesian webpage also explains that
Robert Delson received help in his endeavor from a Senator from North Dakota. I
contacted such Senior Senator and asked for a copy of the Stay. I explained
that according to an immigration attorney I spoke to, all such post WWII records
exist for the purpose of Nazi hunting.
No record was found, and Delson does not have
a copy.
I think Robert Delson knows more about this
spy than anyone else.
On another completely different subject...
I would like to return to the events of 1996.
I wrote a script for The X-Files.
I made several phone calls requesting the
opportunity to comply with their procedure and acquire permission to copyright.
As I was doing this, they began production.
With a $1,000,000 deadline & contract in
jeopardy, and their unwillingness to grant me such permission, they sent me a
rejection letter by their attorney threatening me with criminal prosecution if I
ever made any such request again.
They expected the script without protection.
They did not receive it.
They breached contract.
Then the star, David Duchovny, expected such
for Christmas.
It did not arrive.
I was subliminally informed that he could give
me impregnation sex if I paid.
I did not understand.
Not only did the Dirty Jews call me a
child-hater, but they told everyone this, damaging my reputation.
In 1997, with another $1,000,000 on the line,
they could not wait any longer. They had me fired from my $7.25/hour assuming
this was destroying my sex-drive. And they waited for their charitable
contribution while calling me greedy for not giving it. They could not exploit
my interest in having children, because I hated children. They tried to inspire
such interest.
Why didn't they just give me permission to
copyright?
Monday October 10, 2005
I accepted the rejection letter. This was
not allowed. He wanted to do me a favor and sign his name to my copyrights
because he did not want me working full time while being a mother. The
feminists agreed, insisting they wished they had a guy who loved them.
David Duchovny and his wife had a child,
who is dead, of course.
The Jews insisted that my lack of
responsiveness to his subliminal demands was a manifestation of my child-hating.
When they eventually realized they may have wronged me, even though I did not
understand that I should want to marry, they found a way to financially
compensate me. They found an unclaimed bank account of my grandmother's worth,
including interest, $70,000, minus estate tax of $10,000.
I would like to know why they do not pay
for their own opinions.
And why is William not obligated to pay me
the $7,000+ for the vandalisms of my car and home?
Why is Donald Trump exempt from paying me
$10,000 for the sabotage of my relationship with my former publisher?
But they are always quick to tell me what I
owe everyone else.
Eventually, the only way I will be able to
save myself financially will be to massacre them. The air will smell much
cleaner after I'm finished.
On another subject...
Do you remember the human resources manager
of Lord & Taylor, Deborah Walker Hauptman, who waited for me to die? She is a
Saxon married to a Jew.
After she fired me for exercising my
Constitutional rights as a United States citizen, she became pregnant. This was
resultant of the applications of many different therapies. My assumption was
that too many abortions destroyed her uterus.
The rumor I heard is that this daughter is
dead.
Tuesday October 11, 2005
In 1986, my mother blew-the-whistle. Eric
Delson's Museum paycheck then sharply declined. He thought if he gave me a C-,
this money would be restored.
WHAT AN IDIOT!
The target for the December 21st National
Whistleblowers' Day will be the Hayden Planetarium of the American
Museum of Natural History.
On another subject...
It has been asked of me to respond to the most
recent events of post-Hurricane-Katrina New Orleans. First, let me see if I
understand the facts correctly.
The alleged attack was caught on video
tape as it was perpetrated by three police officers against one person.
The alleged attack was partially concealed
by a police officer mounted on a horse.
The alleged attack was brain-damaging.
The alleged assailants have been suspended
without pay.
Based on precedence in our justice system,
this is what I believe should happen next.
I believe insurance should NOT cover the
$100,000+ of alleged victim's injuries. Rather, I believe, he should be
offered a job in which he is on his feet all day.
I believe the three police officers should
become his immediate supervisors.
I believe he should receive $9/hour. And
if a 10˘/hour raise causes them to cry
uncontrollably, he must return it.
And I would like to
know if any of the three officers are connected to a carpet-bagging family
named Schick. If so, I will wait for the alleged victim to die so I may
collect my fair share of financial rewards for my advocacy.
And
Their advocates can
inflict over $7,000 in damage to his house and car, non-coverable by
insurance.
And if the alleged
victim doesn't like it, we will send him to a psychologist.
On the subject of
William...
He slammed his fist
against my car's front headlight--another $200 in damage.
It has been required of
me to thank him in the form of inviting him to a home-cooked-meal and
after-dinner-sex.
The feminists think it
is a great idea.
On another subject...
Because of William, I
will probably soon need a new car. I am considering another Volkswagen. It is
my understanding that during WWII this company used Jewish slave labor--a good
idea.
If the company
reimbursed the Jews, then I cannot continue to do business with them.
Thursday October 13,
2005
An issue has
surfaced from my past which I have to address, or they will not stop nagging.
Katonah is a New
York town next to Bedford. It was in 1987 that I was sitting in a coffee shop
with two fellow political activists. I looked-up and noticed a used bookstore
called Katonah Collectibles. Over the next four years I asked for a few
items.
One request was for
the first edition of Charles Darwin's work. He just sold it last week, as he
did for all my other requests.
My mother also asked
for a few items, and also received the same response.
During my political
activism of that year, I heard through the grapevine his complaint that when
that outdoor coffee shop was established, it removed two parking spaces from the
front of his store. He was blaming his decline in business on that.
I saw him again in 1990. It was the last
day of a library used book sale. He and his wife arrived to see what was left.
He was looking around at everyone with hate.
My last request was
in 1991. In our home, I found the Shakespearian poem, "Venus and Adonis" within
a publication of his complete works. For train rides, I wanted a book of just
that poem, or all his poetry.
He responded, "If I
had it, it's sold."
I didn't say
anything.
Then he waved his
hand in my face, "Now-now-then, just let me see if I have anything left." Then
he anxiously ran his finger over the shelves looking for it. He finally found
the Sonnets. He pulled the book off the shelf and said (as if I couldn't
see for myself) "I have here the Sonnets." He held the spine of the book
in one hand while thumbing over the pages to exhibit it.
"I don't want the
Sonnets."
"No," he exclaimed
in disbelief of my incompetence, "you don't want the Sonnets!"
Then he looked at
that area of the shelf, pressed his lips together while he extending them, and
shook his head gesturing he unfortunately had nothing left. I ran-out of the
store.
This issue has
re-surfaced in that he still wants to know why I did not understand that
Shakespeare's poetry and Sonnets are the same thing because That's all he had
left.
I saw him again
while working as a cashier at Shop-Rite in 1997. I watched him elude
security, and walk his carriage of groceries out the door without paying for
them.
I eventually found a
book exclusively reprinting Shakespeare's poetry at another used library book
sale. I also found a nationwide network of used-book merchants, 1-800-book-look
which, for $2.50/month-book, could search for my selection. But by that time I
was reading other things.
These Katonah
Collectible booksellers blamed poor business performance on the local
government, while they never did anything for the holidays. This is a scenario
which sounds familiar.
Perhaps you recall
in 2001, a store opened near my home marketing bouquets of silk flowers for the
home. The husband-and-wife team never did anything for the holidays, including
wedding/prom season. They opened on September 1st, the official beginning of
Christmas season. When I entered the store, the wife extended her arms across
some of the merchandise and said, "20%-off".
It is apparent that
both these merchants had formal training instead of retail experience. I will
never understand someone who has never worked in retail opening a store. But I
would like to know who teaches these classes. And I would also like to know if
the lending-banks require it. And I would like to know why they ignore the
holidays.
6:45 pm
President Pooh has
arranged for more vandalisms of my car. It is now almost un-drivable. He wants
me to assume Condi's responsibilities of preventing violent attacks against the
upcoming election in Iraq. He neglects to mention that it is Condi who is
orchestrating these.
Why can't she do the
work??????????
Friday October 14, 2005
Today, as I drove down
Daly Road, a car waited, then made a left turn in front of me causing me to slam
on the brakes. It was a gold-colored compact Chevrolet car:
939 TTS
I am not stupid. The
next conspirator will either not have license plates, or jump away from me. To
this I say, I learned to drive in the Bronx. The next such driver will die.
On another subject...
I would like to
reemphasize my relationship with The X-Files is that I accepted their
rejection letter in 1996. This was not expected. So therefore I was viciously
harassed and given the reputation of a child-hater.
It was expected that I
would jump on the next airplane, break-through their security, jump into bed
with him, push his wife out of the bed, and beg him for sex.
But my sex-drive
problem was in their way. The only solution was to have me fired and terrorize
all prospective employers.
Saturday October 15,
2005
I have been
listening to the Commentaries of the DVD Footloose. The
production information is interesting, but what I really want to know is why
20th Century Fox did not accept my acceptance of the rejection letter. What
was I expected to do?
Thursday October 20,
2005
I added to the wall a the picture of
myself at 20 weeks in the sweater. On my computer I converted the photo
into a standard 4 x 6 inch size with a written explanation (i.e., not a
plaque). This was a Selma-inspired idea which I should have thought of
on my own. This enabled me to select ready-made matting and framing for
a much cheaper price than custom.
The photo of my mother on the left is
now the centerpiece on the other as I moved the war-medals onto this
wall. Next to her you see the sweater. And next to that are the six
spoons which shocked everyone. The investigation is continuing.
Above is a liquor cup with a
hand-painted decal affixed upon it. It was a gift to my grandfather
for his pro bono medical services.
Above is the sea-ships oil painting, as
well as the new position for the Bedouin of the Negev watercolor.
This is an $8 shower curtain (including
shipping) I purchased on e-bay.
This is the view down the street from
my home. I waited for the Fall foliage to photograph it. When my
realtor and I were touring the area looking for my new home, it was
this horse farm which affixed itself in my mind.
I
found the gold plaques to be more legible than the silver, especially as
such concerns small letters. For the black-and-white childhood photo of my
mother, silver would be more aesthetically appropriate, but not if no one
can read it. For her silver locket and my ancestor's monogrammed
silverware, I had no choice but to use the corresponding color. So if you
are looking for a good excuse to purchase more expensive gold jewelry and
tableware, here it is.
been re-done once for a completely different reason. I then decided to
repeat the spelling mistake on other plaques. I forgave myself
rationalizing that the full burden of this project fell on my shoulders, I
can't do everything.
The
blue dot in the knitting exhibit is a small remnant ball of yarn I found in my
mother's knitting basket. This was the most expensive framing job--$250. This
is because a frame of such depth is expensive. We had limited selection, and
chose this because the exterior design looks like a work of crochet.
