Saturday, March 12, 2022

Fascism and "gentrification" of South Beach (=increase in violence, hostility and discrimination from terrorist Nazi/Mafia "gang stalking" mind control operations and upgrading of technocratic mind control systems, incorporating goons and Minority minions) . Gone, gone with the wind of "gentrification"--El Pirata Cigars on South Beach--get a cafecito--get cuban bread or a sandwich---get some excellent Macanudos and smoke them finely after your easily obtaining little Cuban meal.

 EL PIRATA CIGARS --formerly established in a 40-year tradition on South Beach at 326 Lincoln Road. Otherwise known as Zellick's Cigars, which then expanded to the shop next door to become (Zellick's) Presto Pizza. Zellick used to be a "friend" of mine (still a gang stalker, but probably as good as it gets when it comes to the base-level thugs of all socio-economic and cultural cliches who participate in this terrorist operation).




("Closed Permanently") PRESTO PIZZA --with highest quality ingredients and fresh-made pasta. Plus fun staff, hip hop and funk, heavy metal and alternative prog music played and food served by tattoed younger dudes with Zellick at the counter with his dyed green hair and an "E" for ENDO (his band) cut into the side of his green little hair---funky and fun. Now seriously expensive and gentrified by Europ-a's in yet another near identical style of pizza place that appears like all the "boutique" style of interior design. Tedious. The old flavor that CREATED Miami has being turned into a Europ-a-zone.


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The one and only Zellick is on bass---


"ENDO--Simple Lies". Soffcore. July 6, 2006.




"ENDO--Malice". Dragutin Stevic. August 13, 2011. 




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I ALSO know Gil, lead singer of ENDO. He's surely not innocent but a complex personality. The lyrics are as complex as his personality and worthy of esteem (ENDO was highly popular in Miami and elsewhere--I recall that when ENDO played along with Vanilla Ice years ago in Ft. Lauderdale --I was there--Vanilla Ice cancelled ENDO's performance just as the show was about to begin because MOST of the people in the venue were there to see ENDO and not Vanilla Ice. There was a walk-out and protest against Vanilla Ice by at least 2/3 of the audience--people who had paid for the show).


Gil-- Comes on with smooth quietness in his calm demeanor when you meet him. He is soft-spoken and almost quiet. When he sings (I mean explodes) you can hear his vocal range in the ENDO hardcore which is as loud and boisterous as anything I have ever heard, amplified or synthesized or not---. 


"ENDO--G.A.D." metal is my life. October 22, 2021.


(LYRICS) G.A.D.
ENDO
I don't want to be me, I just want to be free! [2x]
Going down the ozone, lookin' for a new home
Tryin' to cope with the madness, future crisis,
Choked up, I can't breathe.
Loss of control, what the fuck's wrong with me?
Paranoia, the levels are dropping.
Something's dying within my coffin.
Slave to my own enemy, can't you see?
I don't want to be me, I just want to be free! [2x]
Eyes of unreality, notion of consciousness
Got to get grounded before they come for us.
Pose for another shot, my thoughts are broken.
Impending loss is what I'm holding on to
Got to make my way to the fire that burns my flame.
King to my own enemy, can't you see?
I don't want to be me, I just want to be free! [2x]
I just want to be free.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Eli T. Parker / Gil Bitton / Joel Suarez / Zelick Ian Gimelstein
G.A.D. lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc



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A relatively recent photo of Zelick nowadays--domesticated---married with two babies, his gentrified wife out of Alabama (Zelick's Nazi/Mafia assimilation enforced protocol as he is also a "gang stalker" terrorist but nothing like the levels of the fascists who have taken over his joint, operation and South Beach) and two dogs and an inflatable swimming pool in his back yard. Getting a bit chunky these days. 



--post script: I spelled Zelick incorrectly in the first paragraph(s) but now see it's just one L not two. Oh well.

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collapsed on my bed after a day of abuse, torture and physical fights with body builders, mma fighters, boxers, stunt men and women who sit with legs askew watching with grim smirking delight making death threats and insults at me continuously while I am in my room fighting for my life to heal, shitting out stinking gall stones and black layers of hard and then diarrhea poison brown sometimes. Sometimes the poison is like a huge snake literally hard as rock clogging my toilet and I have to dig out chunks of hard rock-like formations which have been stuck inside my body for decades, literally as this group continued to poison me to death laughing all the while, and mocking how "fat" my body was and etc on my breasts while having me mutilated as often as they possibly could (while in deep sickness healing sleep in particular). I collapsed and could not move any longer to put the 6 layers of protection around my head,, hair, mouth, chin and neck from insertions gouging (while I was unable to do this for at least one week last month, noem and this german scum sick filth ape rat had bulbs inserted under my skin on my face--silicone injections to appear like blemishes just appearing with a tell-tale hard shape one day to the next and only when I am too exhausted to put on the endless layers around hands, feet, mouth, head) Last night they once more gouged under my cuticles there are huge purple welts the skin on my hands have been permanently damaged from YEARS of harsh chemicals slathered on forearms and hands so they look like I've done hard manual labor in the sun for decades, but instead all I've been doing is pounding on keyboards writing posts and laying in bed utterly dying from poisoning and fighting these rapist ape scum whores who are teleporting and raping me as they slice parts of my body out laughing, mutilating etc. My hair now dry and brittle yesterday it was soft and pliant and hair falling out so they doused my hair with deadening chemicals. They forced a teleportation skit of a blind man running at me to kill me, screaming, etc. I didn't have to get up to urinate which is how they usually administer the drugs by inserting the drugs and liquids (it used to be a mix of sewage water and fungus literally internal sepsis they were aiming at to murder me in so many ways). Dealing with newsom who has been having me abused to death not merely since last july when I was so traumatized from at least one year of non-stop beatings and rape from groups of english and german scum shit whores (and years and years of this going on and on with individuals but now they bring on entire groups to assault meliterally all day and night).

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