TERRORIST REPORT Activity July 19, 2020.

The title above will be a recurring theme of this blog until there is law and justice provided to me from my government and the peoples of the world who will no longer tolerate bigot Nazis and their associate minorities and others (some would say Communists out of Russia and China, etc etc).

When people begin to defend me, then these blogs about terrorist activities will cease. Until then, as long as I can, I will write about the activities, more or less, (not every day, in other words). I do not wish to focus on these parasitic disgusting creeps for any second longer, but to relieve stress as I remain partially paralyzed due to poisoning, the attacks are non-stop in every conceivable form aimed at me by untold numbers of black, white, Jewish, Asian, global population terrorist creeps every place on the planet, non-stop day and night there are always at least 6 terrorists surrounding me to attack, block, destroy and aim portable torture weapons at my brain and body while I fight to speak, communicate and calculate so I can function in any capacity.

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Before leaving this studio yesterday, I spent over 2 hours cleaning stinking clothing (every item I pulled out of my closet stinks from putrid substances sprayed into the closet by the mechanical arms which enter through the soft material that has hard wood backing, latchable and removable portions of the paneling that the tiny, almost less than a milimeter can pass through any space these arms continue to get through all the defenses I have pounded into laminated horrid fake wood paneling for more than 2 years. First I glued and taped items on all corners of the panels, and did everything I could think of. Years later, i.e. today, I remain having to screw in hooks so the mechanical arms cannot get through the spaces of the exterior doors of the cabinets which literally line one side of this fake, non-existant wall. The other side of the room has panels which are made of large laminated fake wood panels that jut out of the wall but are large and not flexible. These required at least 50 hooks into the wood which I had to pound in every day in an urgency I cannot describe to stop the destruction of my body and home any further. That was four months ago. I remain fighting the other side of the wall where the terrorists have also poured some substance on the laminate wood of the sink area and the fake laminated wood is literally peeling off where I had pounded/screwed hooks four times in one single area and the terrorists simply enter my room either while I am in a MK ULTRA "alter" comatose sleeping state (teleported to tortre and hate skits by the terrorists in Los Angeles and their home basis or theaters of operation). The terrorists, operating for the more wealthy who are vying for this contract outo n me to gain extreme power by forcing a baby out of me (as I have written in earlier posts, no doubt absolutely altered by the terrorist hackkers and theives entering my room when I leave to go shopping, which is all I can do socially and all  I have been doing socially for over 10 years due to recurrent poisoning, leaving me in absolutely bed-ridden, paralyzed states of inertia and non-stop druggiing and re-poisoning.

I spent over 2 hours yesterday spraying bleach on items, cleaning stinking filth sprayed on almostt everything. Only to return last night and then waking up to my hair once more smeared wiith brease adn stinking horrid nastty chemicals, the hair shafts absolutely damaged like straw in appearance. I had put layers of collegen and my haiir was silky, smooth, smelled flike perfume before going to bed. Another object had been inserted under my left-hand middle finger below the cuticle. Evey blankket, pillow and items I normally wear daily (I cannot open the cabinets to get clothing as I have had to pound in hooks on all the corners of all the cabinets which extend to the ceiling. I am in so much pain from the hard poisons literally ripping flesh and muscle and anything else in my internal body structure out ofmy body because the poisons are glued and cemented into my body, flesh and removing the poisons requires removing parts of my muscular and cellulra structure--every single day I am paralyzed in pain from this and have been for over 10 years.

Thus, more than 2 hours of cleaning and spraying all my pillows, which stink so badly I have to throw another one away. parts othe fabric of more pillows I just bought a few weeks ago are ripped, the pillows have been saturated repeatedly in stinking fluids and the objects I use for my normal everyday use are stinking and rotten smelling. All morning spraying cleaning fluid, bleach and putting items out in the sun, while the terrorists on both sides of the patio (my terrorist "neighbor" agents) and those above me, use mechanical arms from all directions to sever threads in all items, spray more stinking fluids and spray stains on my clothing while I am fighting to clean the stinking filth in the tiny studio.

this morning has been spent cleaning objects I spent hours cleaning just yesterday before leaving to go shopping.

I have not yet had time to venture into my closet to have to spray entire piles of clothing folded, but after the terrorists get through, the clothing is stinking, jumbled and in a messy array of balls of clothing I have never worn so stinking I must throw much away or clean endlessly, day after day. The mess is so disgusting and I spend so much time only cleaning this mess day after day that I cannot get any more physical strength, due to the poisons which make bending so unbearable---I cannot clean things like my bathroom. Every single day all I do is fight to not have to breathe in toxic poisons that are sprayed on  my blankets and pillows. The washing machine has been broken. The water pours in, the spin cycle has been absolutely remotely blocked (there  is nothing wrong with the machine). I have to remove sopping wet blankets, very heavy, and waiit for an entire 13 hours for the blankets to dry. If I leave the blankets out in the sun, the terrorists spray more water on the blankets so they never dry. That is only one example. There are no washers or dryers in this condominium. I am in too much pain to leave this room anyways so if there werre access to dryers I would not be able to leave this room. I also remain in this room to protect the food I have.

I am now exhausted from backspacing and fighting to type and I cannot fight any longer to attempt to type and pound down on keys and fight to get my fingers to moe to keys I want to press and see words completely deleted or altered once I finally try to see what damage teroris hackkers ahve done to my writing.

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10 min. later: after having gotten up and my brain not under the sway of technological blanketing.

I write these posts about the terrorist attacks for a few reasons. One of which is the attempt to garner any support or help from readers. Another reason is that holding this stress in while my brain is under attack (the terrorists also operate a kind of technological effectof altering my mood and nervous system so while i am cleaning my body is immersed in a "panic/rage" mode due to technological interference in my brain's otherwise much more placid levels. After years andyears of thiis same attackk, after waking and discovering a list of items to clean, se, throw away, accessing my body damaged, permanently disfigured, bnes broken (vertebrae shattered by people who brooke parts of my spine while i slept in this comatose sleeping state that people rape, disfigure and attack me continuously while i am defenselsless). Calling these attackers terrorists is no small label as terrorism it all that this groups should be labeled as. Unofrrtunately, it appears that my own government is applying terrrorist ingernational organizations upon me, as well as in the domestic sphere of the Nazi and their minority minion groups in the United Sattes. Thus, I write aw there is no relief or sanctuary anny place on the planet for  me to find any comfort, solace, protection or defense. In this most paralyzed and uulnerable state while my brain/body is blasted so my brainwaves are altered into a frenzied hate and rage and negative state, all  I can do to not ahve bottled up deadly toxins from this dstress destroy me is to at the very least, get it "out" by writing about it.

The reactions of the readrsr may vary frrom outright elation that their system is so routine and banal evil that all the victims of these terrorist atacks can do is almost helploessly try to find support systems, all infiltrated and mostly dangerously deadly for the targets who try to find support. Endless target posts proliferate theinternet, but most of the real and authetic ones are blocked by the terrorist organizations and the absolute fakes are allowed to pass through into themainsteeam internet search engines.

Thus, when I look for stalking groups on Facebook, I get lists of the actors' faces who have teleported me,. I get regurgitated ideas I have written of, put into glossy phiotoshop and professional but appearing as disgruntled citizen format (like amateur or beginnig but very slick almost media quality). j

I am now closing myeyes because I believe that perhaps some of the attacks go through myeyes. The hackkers are making a mess of my writing, and my fingers remain not able to hit the keys I want to press, but I feel a lighter effect of the attacks when I do this. I am not going to read this again and correct. Whatever mistakes remain, I always have to wriite that nonoe of the mistakes rae due to me (or not really, a few typos due to closing my eyes and not having to backspace continuously).

the reactios of the readers are first, absolute schadenfreude that I remain alone, as they remain aloof. Their system operates so well that no one oes much to support the targets except to silently bestow a few charitable acts of random, extremely random help and then they dissolve backk into the safe harborts of their domistic security, as they are all entrenched into this sysstem and feel no desire to alter it unless there is a mass movement, which they will never orginiate because all involved in this system believe they are safe and secure and have a future with this organization of terrorism. An oxymoronic concept if thhere ever was one. Perhaps. As a dissgruntled target of terrorism I do not believe that people involved in this group have much of a future when every peson who obtains this technology can't wait to terrorize, and innflict more and more torrture as their hormonal rush wanes, until they finally outright kill or torture the target to death like the orgasmic apex of their technological toy fun and games.

The other eraders will be glad that they are not targeted and will kindly do nothing. 

Those who do care about justice in this world will either have already beenkilled adn thus are not on this planet any longer, or have been so disenfranchized that they have no access to this information. The rest are infiltrators who maybe are silently collecting the data for some future presentation that they will use as their own idea. These also are a combination of the readers I mentioned aboe, the various types of collaborators with terrorism that are reading my posts.

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Again, getting up from this position in front of th elaptop and "remembering" the ideas i had wanted to write. In these posts I spend at least 30 percent of my writing time descirbing the hacking. The rest is literally blanketed out of my brain. i only remember waht I had originally wanted to say after I get away from the influence of the tech aimed into my brain, not just rtheough my eyes, derived froom the laptop and the other technolgies aimed at me from within this room and undoubtedly there is an arsenal from the rooms above, brelow and next dooor on both sides. 

The cabinets on the left-hand side of my room,wi th the huge extending cuboards covering the entire structure of what used to be a wall separating myroom from the next, now gone. The cupboards extend into the room at least three/four feetfrom what should have been teh wall. I have pounded and screwed hooks into all four corners of each panel inside these huge cupboards, which extend from floor to eiling. All four corner and the middle sections of all the panels (more than 30 of these panels just on the left side of the room). The terorist have cut through the wood, I believe 2with lasar cutting tools, to perfectly sver the area that i havve pounded the cup hooks into, and go through the wood that appears as the back of the wall area n, to insert the millimeter mechanical arms. I had wanted tow rite this and due to endlessly describing the hackking (sall an intentional mind control "trick" by the terrorist hackkers and mind control techies). That is what I surmise of this operation. AFter many years of fighting to stop these intrusion and yet another night has gone by and my body has been made more disfigured by these terorists. 

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Every time I separate a paragraph or part with these lines -------it means that I have left the computer and "remembered" what i had not been able to access froom the loss of memory due to the technogolgy. I can tell that there are many typos but I want to get this out.

My hair is sheared into various brooken, crooked segments by terrostis who have been damaging my hair for a few deaces, every day. i should have very beautiiful haiir and the terrosits have damaged it daily for years and yeras. Right now I canot war myhair down because it's balding in the backk,. Hair has geen cut from the back of my head for over 2 years on a nightly basis. I know this is correct as a version of this attack began when I had copious hair on my head. I began to use curlers because the hackkers had been cutting my hair into utgly, corooked configurations but I still had hair. i would curl my hair and wear it hanging down in a sort of unique styyle. Because I had any sort of hair style, the terrorist decided to make sure i could not even curl my ahir into any design. My hair is so thin and has remained so for over 2 years, with damage to the harir eveyr single day so it feels and looks like broken straw, like a straw mess on top of my head. The terorists make sure to swoosh their hair when I walk around in public. Usually the instigator of this action is a white Euro-p person , more often than not a female. The Thai minority minions then immittate the action with ugly grins as the terrorist Nazi out of Europ-land sauners off, as glib wiith the endless waves of impovierished wanna be's who configure around the poerpetrator terorists of thie organization with unlimited funding from ALL GOVERNMENTS on this planet.

I am unable to really think adn write. I can't follow a single oine of thought. I am not re-readiing any of this to corre ct the hacking. My fingers contiue to not move to kkeys I want to press. My brain is under so much attack this is all I can write for now. I have written enough for today abou twhat is horrible disfigurement of my external appearance--plus endless blemishes covering my body, buts and broken toes and etc that make it so I cannnot wear any skin exposed below my neckk without endles bblemishes appearing to the poubic. My toe has beenn borkken lately and is pointing directly innto my foot and the gball of the bone sticks out extremely nearly sixty degrees. The terorist sever the skin tissue to the bone between teh webbing fo the broken toe and the second bone--all done every night they breakk into my room, which means every single night for  years and years. 

Coached to win the game that no one can win because it's rigged by nerds who are packaged as being hipster.

I do believe that this 16 yr. old is either an anomaly or is supposed to introduce research about mind control technology that came out at least 50 years ago. He appears novel, ingenious, this 16 year old is a sales pitch personality because when new technology comes out by a geekster wanna be hipster techie nerd, it appears as something Youthful and new and exciting. The future: now is happing and it's hip, a sale's pitch that works almost every time.

The ancient art of mental manipulation wold not sell if a three-piece suit with grey hair went out to sell a new technology. People would balk and become immediately apprehensive that this new tech is the product of old men who control the hemisphere. Being Asian, as well, seems like this it outside the consolidated power structure of white male privilege. What an exciting sales moment for this technology that has been out in the black market since, as far as I have experienced it, at least since 1987, when I definitely was attacked by a technology that forced my legs to literally pop up in the air as I was running (to work). 

This "dude" also keeps mentioning Elon Musk, as if this is a job appeal for a whiz kid to operate in the big, big money for his "new" inventions this ingenious already so articulate as a speaker for huge audiences, coached and sent out to sell TORTURE AND MURDER technology as being something NEW, EXCITING, INNOVATIVE, COOL, HIP BUT GEEK SO COOL A TECHIE AND ASIAN NON-THREATENING.

All the caps, just had to put in all those caps because it's all so subtly highlighted. 

He's talking about measurring brainwaves, rotating to a decision. "How do you analyze brainwaves and put that into a rotate, and how do you put that into someone's brain."

He's tallking about a "brain-controlled keyboard".

"It just blasts microwaves into your brain..."

 He sounds like a myriad of speakers who have also introducted "new" technology and appear as if they are kindly kiddie geniuses. Odd that the now  deceased Steve Jobs said that Bill Gates NEVER invented a single new concept or scientific innovation.

This kid in the video (I use the term kid as if I were an adult who is buying into this new tech, but skepttical---I just think of him as an agent selling snakeoil and not even as a personality, I have to dissociated these agents from the human race. The evil lurking behind the goofy smiles and glib fun lectures about the fun and jolly exciting world of new technology. What they are advocating is so ugly and sinister. 

The lecturing person in the video claims that using technology to influence the viewer's brain and mind as they watch movies is "far, far into the future."

Again, he is mentioning Elon Musk so repeatedly. I have been in a silly stalker sense solicited by Musk repeatedly with his endless intrusions into my every media search--for years. 

I am beseiged at this very moment by tech aimed into my brain whilst I attempt to type this.

The next video that appears on the YouTube search channel is a sober, more academic lecture. This I would take more seriously however at the moment I have not begun to listen to this video (fighting and struggling to type right now almost impossile. I can so easily shut my eyes and type perfectly and quicikly, and that has been blocked to me completely, Perhaps I should try writing like this as the attackk may e aimed into my brain via eyesight or through the ocular portals into my brain...?)

As I have been under non-stop attckk by people of the Entertainment and political domains, I remain in the nebulous but very easily to identify formulaic narrow spectrum of entertainment media memes, forms of mind control manipulation. One of the most visible modern forms of manipulation is through a sort of glib, happy jokster sociopathic personality performance, selling death and hate disguised as fun, cool, hop and young and beautiful or aged but charming and entertaining.

I focus on the more light-hearted dirges of death that are being sold as fun, new and innovative futuristic inventions that will bring a universe of people singing, "don't worry, be happy" into the void until they can no longer sing in the waves of the burning pyre, as they fall spinning into the abyss they thought would never happen to them in their fun and happy lives of consumer joy and bliss with all the tech to make life completely easy, fun and exciting. Even when they get bored with torture and murder, eventually they bring all down to a level of barbarism with the technology that they grabbed onto, becasue they had lost God gawd Jesus f-ing Christ what will it take for redemption?

Movie/mind/brain interface. Ah, at last, Bliss. SOMA. Eternal happiness in front of a quantum computer media tube for life until death into the abyss but happy burning all the way down.

That is what is being sold in the guise of a happy nerd selling platforms connecting your brain to someone's demands. On pay and for sale and cheaper and cheaper as supply overshadows demand.

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"Boring" more scientific lecture, not suitable for aspiring nerd hipsters who want to buy new technology as they sit and watch and are told what to think as they watch and are then programmed and feel happy about everything. The boring lecture goes through all the nitty-gritty of the interface programming, I assume. Can't wait to watch it, but at the moment my brain is under so much attackk by this technology they are claiming doesn't exist, is so "far from the current state" and not "state-of-the-art" just yet--however, it's been around a long, long time in my life I've had to deal with this and never had any idea I was under attack. As so many others (reading this, doubtlessly) do not comprehend that this technology is probably aimed into your brain while you watch all your various tiny hand-held tubes, the G-5 technology that so many people are worrried about and protesting, the everything about your microwave lifestyle you think is not a problem because you can stream movies about death and murder so easily and for free.

Oh, going off into a very deep tangent. I am absolutely UNABLE to write in any length, using any kind of cohesion, and this is all coming out as umpbled. I know what is happening but with no protection for this attack upon my brain-I am forced to struggle to type and fight to think and pond down to write and not get anywherre except for short, very strange odd sentences that are rewritten as I type.

Again, I have so state that all the lecutring dudes are MALE, nerd types, associate professors, etc etc.People EXPERIENCING these attacks, i.e. ME, are left silenced and not offered even a chance to type or write as the tech blasts my brain and I fight to express what is happening, and NO ONE FIGHTS FOR MY RIGHT TO WRITE. They/you just keep supporting these males who lecture, pay them for the refreshing hope you all have that the future is fraught with a bright happy rainbow at the end of the tech revolution that will never be a bubble that bursts, like almost everything else in a corporate boom/bust society.

Must stop writing as it's so arduous, difficult, impossible.

Hacker host (as in parasite), THIS POST APPLIES TO ALL I HAVE WRITTEN IN ANY FORMAT FOR YEARS AND YEARS, IT APPLIES UNTIL i GET SUPPORT FOR THE HACKING SO IT IS BLOCKED OR STOPPED.

As I fought, struggled to type the last few very skimpy posts, a few sentences was all I could muster (as I fight to type just this, I must backspace continuously due to double letters appearing, or triple when I press one key. I must pound harder and harder, as the algorithm decreases the lightness of the keys until I must eventually pound down with full strength of my fingers to get anything out).

As I wote earlier, words I tried to write were literally re-written while I was typing, instead of having to sift through what hackers rewrite after I post, which has bene the usual dynamic of me fighting to correct what is rewritte, made into a chaotic mess, jumbled with punctuation missing and deleted, paragraphs mostly deleted and sentences rewritten--to repeat the same idea but in different words

as I type now my fingers can' tmove to the keys, my brain is under so much attack it's "painful" in a dull sensation. My head feels slightly crushed inward, heavy, dizzy, lopsided and I can't fight to type and think and backspace and the flow of words stops almost abruptly after writing maybe three sentences.

All I can do is write what appears to be a kind of mismatched free-form verbal stream-of-consciousness and that is all I can do to pare down the thoughts into some form, which I should be able to write at length and the hacking, the manipulation of my brain/cortex/motor skills (my fingers won't move to keys I want to press. I find my fingers over-reaching constantly and hitting wrong keys, sometimes making the page split into code and page/or other hacks that make writing in any kind of streamlined coherency impossible.

I want to write stories, I need to type very quickly and get the ideas out. All I do is backspace and then sstruggle to pound down on keys that won't press any letters out unless I use almost the entire strength of my arm to pound my fingers down. My fingers won't move correctly, jumping and blocked from movement.

"Turn the tables round...cut down those puppet strings", SPIRIT.

Reality Asylum--I am no feeble Christ Crass gang stalking punks. So alternative and cool, like.....ich bin ein Berliner.

"Christ Forgive...forgive, forgive....petulant child. Saint....martyr....Judas Goat....Guilt, sin, he would nail my body upon his Cross....death reveler....Rape, rape...life fucker....the sorrow of your tradition...."

I had once upon a time in the lost land of the United Los Legoland, assumed that the music of Crass was an intellectual reprisal of normative values and intelligent rejection of suppression glorified in societal pimpdom.

When I was teleported to Penny Rimbaud and the female along with him, hissing at me in hate only for a promotion, or some hate directed at me (I still do not know what personal sin I have committed to engender the righteous underground hate of this anarchist punk group now turned into mansion master lecturer and pennywise wisdom. I then knew that it really was the work of the puppet risen temporarily in this 70's formation from penny-pimping working class Steve Ignorant and his premise of winging about wankers that formed the basis for the gritty dirty nasty crassy brassy subculture subordination.

Now they're drinkin' pints in flats above the plateau of pomposity and mediocrity.

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In all honesty, this is NOT a critique of Christianity, people who truly follow the creed of Jesus, many of whom have been more than my most favorite human beings on this planet.

What does any of this have to do with JFK assuring the Satanist Nazis of Berlin that he too is a Berliner as opposed to a Red Communist?

Heralding the Sheep, waiting for the son of our native sun. Illuminating the abyss. What a pitiful sound The Inferno yawns and devours sheeple who have strayed from the path of divine sheeple Steeple our Lady of Divine Prostitution.

"The End...is just a little harder, when brought about by Friends"

She sat wondering how the garden of funeral sores tied-into this song, this parched parish out of Parisian pathos, pathetic wanna-be's brining in the end of the world as we know it.

They came, they devoured and they went off laughing.

The sheeple followed blindly, blithely, joyously to the end of the brink.

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"Virgin Mary was TIRED", tired, ya'll. Bloody tired of it all. Humpty Hubris fell and the Fall was a broken cosmic Egg.

Beyond words beautiful mournful baleful exquisite lighthearted

'Come and See' Belarus. When it comes to violence, nothing says more than visual footage. In the US, the equivalent is voters waiting for over 5 hours in July heat to attempt to vote in disarray organization thwarting voting "rights".

GENEVA (1 July 2020) – UN experts today demanded that Belarus refrains from violence against peaceful protesters ahead of 9 August presidential elections. They urged the Government to abandon its policy of arbitrary arrests, violence and intimidation against civil society activists.

The independent experts said that since 18 June alone, at least 200 political activists, human rights defenders, journalists, bloggers and other members of civil society have been arrested during peaceful demonstrations across the country. The protests aimed at showing solidarity with nearly 500 other activists detained since May while exercising their right to give and gather signatures for nominating presidential candidates.

“We strongly condemn the Government’s continuous policy of mass arrests of members of the civil society who are peacefully exercising their fundamental rights,” the experts said. “We firmly condemn policies and actions that restrict Belarusians’ right to freedom of peaceful assembly and freedom of opinion and expression.”

The latest protests followed the arrest on 18 June of the country’s main opposition candidate, Viktor Babaryko, under investigation for alleged financial crimes.

It was reported to the experts that unidentified men in plain clothes began to arbitrarily arrest journalists and passers-by in several towns of Belarus, while anti-riot police used excessive force against peaceful protesters. Many of those detained were beaten, intimidated, ill-treated and either received fines or sentences of up to 15 days of administrative detention on charges of violating the procedure for holding mass events."UN experts demand end to crackdown on protesters in Belarus ahead of elections"

COME AND SEE (1978) film depicting Nazi occupation of Belarus, and genocide of local peasant population. I associate this film with: The current zeitgeist post genocide technological death squad activity I am now fighting to have exposed and stopped before it reaches a stage of overt murder-in-the-streets not just by authoritarian sources like the police, but by disgruntled "civilians" who really form these death squads which I am confronted with in ggang stalking murder operations on a non-stop 24 hour basis.

The film is an unapolagetic spiraling descent into what people really are capable of if and when given the opportunity to loot, torture, rape and murder en masse in genocides and mass murder operations.

The film depicts what appears grainy and almost black-and-white, as if in a former epoch, dissasociating the viewer from the lush color schemata of current murders in the streets easily viewed from digitalized sources and mobile phones catching police murdering innocent civilians or shooting into peaceful protestors.

The current zeitgeist post Nazi subverted infiltration of all governments, in their world domination scheme (with great assistance from gang stalking organizations, technologies aimed at brainwashing/Hollywoodizing and subliminal mind control operations on huge segments of populations:  after "culling"/covertly murdering the WORLD population against restitance in "peace-time" operations of covert assassination (using mind control, poisoning, drugging, accidents, "handlers" murdering their mind controlled puppets in the peace of domesticity). Here is what awaits America if this situation is not controlled and stopped ABRUPTLY NOW, NOW, DO NOT WAIT ANY LONGER remaining silent and watching "other people" get tortured to death (i.e., me).

Here is: Another case of Stockholm Syndrome where victim is infiltrated and turns into perpetrator. This is why I fiight against infiltration of the United States by "entertainers" out of Miami and Los Diablos, California,who are being pushed by fascist, Nazi actors out of the now covert fascist, Nazi States of the EU and of the Eastern former Communist Bloc countries (don't forget billionaire genocidal heist whores in Cannes with bling-bling opportunity beckoning grants upon all the puppets out of Whorewood, California.

All this video depicts is what lies underneath the kissing of cheeks, gratuities for collaborators, wonderful fashion events in Paris and London and Milan (and then New York and Los Angeles and Miami). The film, "Come and See" was written/directed by Stalingrad-born Elem Klimov, a man who first-hand observed facets of the war that lead him to create a film like Come and See. More than 600 villages in Belarus were razed by Nazis, who conducted full-scale genocide against defenseless peasants by burning them alive in flimsy wooden buildings, or mass shootings (after other war-time atrocities like rape, theft, etc). The film shows, in this respect, how villagers are rounded-up after politely welcoming the Nazis into their village, terrified but anxiously trying to appease their destroyers. With glee, the Nazis feign alliegance only in that they are going to put the villagers into one location for processing. They laugh and have a sort of parade with the villagers and put the entire population of a village into a wooden Church and all are then burnt alive. Germans laughing and clapping as the people they have tricked into obediantly being confined into one small building are burned alive. Cheers and laughter and applause from the German soldiers. Not a theatrical device but based on the reality of first-hand testimony from survivors and resistance members.

Kilmov: "Our first script title was, 'Kill Hitler'": On the making of film, Come and See.  Taped interview with (born in Russia) Belarussian writer/director Elem Kilmov. 

Kilmov: "I had to omit the name Hitler for the title. I did not mean specifically to kill Hitler, but the entire movement that created Hitler. I was asked to change the title....I asked my brother to leaf through the New Testament to find another title....from The Book of Saint John The Divine. '...the lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard one of the four beasts saying, 'Come and See'."

A history of post Stalinist oppression of film and the arts in Russia (and infiltrating RIGTHT NOW INTO THE UNITED STATES via these foreign infiltrator Nazi agents I have written of and those who are silently behind the scenes organizing these brainwashing activiities of promotion for operating torture/rape and covert murder activities with teleportation, information extraction, slow murder from gang stalking terror operations.

Obituary for Kilmov, who died in a coma (the stalkers have tried to put me in a coma and have let me know that is what they wanted to do).--

when I write "stalkers" I am referring to white Europeans who stalked me in abstentia for/by proxy for/the Italian mafia Nazi who I wrote of a few days ago. I have written his name and I don't want him to be promoted more for his Nazi/fascist antics which have won him venues on South Beach and all support financially, awards by "Haute" magazine, which other celebrities who have tortured me also have won top "party planner" or (what ever...) awards for their mimicking of haute fashion out of Europe. Most of them follow the fascist, Nazi fashion template none I have ever seen are original or have actually created anything new themselves. 

Besides all that, this man I call "sickola Scumbo" (not an immature assessment) was the "handler" alongside the English man who has stolen, poisoned, put a movie out with absolutely visible anti-Semitic, Anti-American, hugely MISOGYNIST themes that cannot be denied--a blueprint for taking over the American art scene (now in Whorewood) and....

it's a quiet massive take-over, erupting in street protests with a few celebrities catching the wave of protest that they never could instigate personally due to extreme STATE OPPRESSION AND  NAZI/MAFIA MURDER INTERVENTION threat.

Thankx to ya-ll hackerxzz': my brain is a-reelin' and the ill sensation your rockin' billy club technology is illin'. Hey to YouTube fairies guardian angels from the City of Los Fallen Angelicas wormwood Buddy holly dolly hairy fairy Buddy

Just rhymin' like a druggy lugggy
brain movin with the reelin' from the double-dealin'

once again tappin my broken toe
and movin my hips in the one-sided frozen move

that is to say, in normal language

Thank you YouTube free music fairy
what is free is sometimes worth more than an expensive dinner debacle
or scraping fetus off the wheel (that is actually the name of a punk hardcore 80's band)

yee haw! He haw!

No offense to squisky yucky babies. Honey baby, if you force a baby outta me
it is gonna be you who changes the diapers!!

Let that pelvis sway gently, oh dear, such a sweet movement of tenderness. An odd type of irregular ode to Elvis, as I'm not followin' the Ode Formula but it fits into the verbal structure.

Melodic ephemeral

floating and serene

....but now, BABY, my hips start a swingin to the urgency you are singin'

my hips begin to gyrate at my pelvis because you are ELVIS

an old time reputation of slandrous instigation

is now above mere elevation of righteous indignattion

almost an angel copmarred with throbbing gristle or

whatever else pours lucrication on your thistle

Play me a ditty on  your old country banjo sparkling for the big City

I never thought you witty until I left the obscene s((itty (music pop puss tittie bubble)

Revolving around a new aural revelation

Elvis your pelvis is a Godsend of possession for my personal revolution rebellion from 

the horrible modern murder of music hoppity unhip sexual porn videos-slash-"musick".

(This means that now, after most of my life, I appreciate your music, Mr. Elvis I know you are in heaven singing gospel songs on qualudes).

So damn groovy YES I am glad to have rediscovered your music. I search for other rockabilly groups and I only find unexceptional on the free YouTube searches and on the internet. Where can I find really rockin rockabilly lists of artists?

Hackers who know all in your system of surveillance (I also like Patsy Cline, but can'tt find an equivalent to get alternataive but similar sound).

"Elvis, Elvis get your pelvis away from me". 

WHEN I's a get this old poison out of my body, I'm a gonna dance JUST LIKE ELVIS you wait 'n see! Ohhhwhee 

I swear on the Bible I will

When a 3-piece speaks, it must be relatively close to authority to take seriously.

Dr. Ross explains authoritarianesque in a calm, rational tone, that non-consensual mind control and information extraction therein is being conducted by CIA and other sources like military in NONCONSENSUAL "experimentation". I say that the experiment is in the implementation stage and the public is cheering like a crowd watching a crucifixion in the old amphitheater of the Roman Circus Circus.

Just ask me but no...Dr. Ross can lead you to the edge but never let you drink from the true source. He uses outdated information that is public information to base his talks upon. Interesting that he can never find a credible person who actually experiences these "experiments" on a daily basis nor can he do anything about whatever the discredited people being mind controled claim is damaging their lives.

Lots of talking but very little support. People want to have their own torture pupepts and that is the real reason why this situation only extends to the information stage onhow to exploit other human beings.

I am very confident, Mr. Ross, too.

Really? no.....(yes)

HE gets interviewed, I get silenced. 

Grand AM--flowers blooming except for the yellow ones that are being picked off

In light of yesterday's posts. It was supposed to be a portal to enlightenment. Turned into CIA drugs for many, shipped in and deadly cartels mafia estabished and groove machine coked out on instant pop.

Now here's a relic of good old blues/twang/hillbillly hippie/psychedelic sounds of way back when flowers were not a symbol of emasculation but of sensitive empowerment:

Peering into the past, the unnamable crime committed generationally. Prosaic redundancy outside of the realm of the quotidian refuted.as poetic didacticism.

Thus, the confutatis confusion of writer's verbal spewing spouting and pimping and pampered luxurious delving into the imaginatory vectors of the spiraling sinews of Life's ironies.

Reading the onus of my malification bonus, inherited AS A CURSE FROM a Step-child I was brought up by:

"The literary imagination is a choice, a left fork off the quotidian. If the splitting were only in the mind and not the world, deep imaginative reflection would be schizophrenic. But Kafka locates the commonplace in that deep realm of the imagination. In the work of Kafka and Beckett, the barrier between the imaginative and real worlds has dissolved. K. of The Castle strives in the imaginative world while acting out his desire in the quotidian. The same in essence is true for the Unnamable. We interpret and understand his struggle as though it took place in the mind of someone in our world desperate to keep the intimations of his uniqueness from being smothered. Wordsworth's Intimations Ode provides a useful analogy: "trailing clouds of glory do we come / From God"; "Shades of the prison-house begin to close"; "And custom lie upon thee . . . / Heavy as frost." In Beckett, life extinguishes any intimations of the sacred. The self-the soul-is extinguished, and would be for the Unnamable if he were not crafty-wise and indefatigable.

We pull for him, impelled by our recognition of different aspects of the hero, and the different planes on which his representation has a powerful significance. The Unnamable, as epic hero for our times, merges into the aspect of the condemned Jew, one of the vanquished, repelled by life yet clinging to it, as if his ghostly existence constituted an act of responsibility to those already murdered. …"--

Gary Adelman, It has taken me THIS MANY YEARS to be able to read his writing. A block a hurdle of the family jewels' nemesis saturation mentality of obscure unnamable because it's sensitive...subjects, unnamed yet written of in confutatis maledictis language.

My step-father never told me about this but taught me this dystopia through his Firewall trial, which he called Kafkaesq

I have problems with writing due to all the hacking/drugging/mind conttrol tech continuously aimed into my brain.

The page when I post and publish appears as a jumbled mess, due to hacking. The script is tiny, the links are posted as weird nearly opaque hues. I posted the link to my step-father's review and quotes twice because I could not open the first link and thought a mistake or hacking insert had blocked the link from appearing. It did not appear when I tried to open it after publishing so I posted thelink twice without delting the first link! Ha. Both links open after a slight, but lengthy waiting time.

Reviewing articles written during that time when the ages were opening a brief moment in space and time when creativity and political awareness were merged into an explosion of imagination and inventive potentiallities for love, tenderness, kindness and awareness creativity. The articles in the Daily Illini from 1973 remind me of a time when I could talk to people and feel a deep resonance with another intelligent human being, authentic. Now there only appear what seem to be abosolutely stupid and dumb blank droids programmed with zero personality and what personality I do discover is so abominable, due to the stalking mentality, that they are not worth having any sort of emotion over. 

All I can do is read the old news and remember when there was a sparkling depth to the quality of the light, streaming into my bedroom as I lay in a bliss with the joy of a happy, loving home atmosphere, creative writers, musicians and artists converging at my house at parties where I laughed and played and people were lovely and beautiful. My Step-father, Gary Adelman, and my mother, Bette Adelman, would take long walks hand-in-hand. Kissing in the kitchen with passion and fighting to end War for all time. When the hippies could go shopping as yuppies, the black fumes of the backlash turned into a scirocco backlash lashing black death dust destruction, akin to Kali seeking revenge for too much love, too much gaiety, too much happiness for my family. Retribution in the form of a conservative backlash has in this current day, revolved into what I keep referring to as a fascist Nazi take-over of the United States.

It's not the old records, the old R&B funkadelic, the old movies, the old clothing fashion that the remnants of this movement are retained, but in the writing such as the words of the two links barely readable in the blog post (hacked, made barely visible, as the fascist Nazi hackers would stain, delete and vanish all reminders of a time when independence of thought was welcomed if it entailed keeping white males out of fighting and dying instead of black lives and whatever else dont' matter to the bigot fascist white males and their nasty female and minority minions.

Did I just have to end this brief jaunt down memory lane with the usual current event hate parallel because the hacking continues while I attempt to type this?

What a shame, a damn shame.

I must write obscurely with or without a dark lense because of the hacking and other impediments, the block to my brain from the tech, and the inability to think with this tech blasting my brain into some kind of tiny hole where I can't move beyond a few paragraphs written in jumbled blank meaning but very laden with intent and meaning, packed full of meaning but unable to organize due to the mind control program tech and drugging and etc.

Peace and Love, that movement, will always remain with me. Regardless of how much hate these empty, meaningless idiots pour into my jome, body and life, I feel lucky glad exalted compared with these disgusting blank stupid apes who attack me nightly and daily.

"Hell NO! We Won't Go until we blow some pot smoke into rings and listen to the Beatles". 10 yrs later--war, war, whine whine lets' go shopping at the mall!!!

Listed somewhere on this page are/were my parents who fought by partying and smoking pot and drinking martinis at peace parties at the University of Illinois, Champaign. What a great time for parties celebrating peace pipes!

Like good eatin', good better readin'

A parched digital scroll of daze goneby remainder reminder of moods, certain pseudo swings, swaying and hippie swank intelligence

Spot on! Right-o! I'll drink a gin & tonic to that! Lovely, just lovely. When can you begin?

Carryover from last post on Patton and H-wood and mafia and The Forging of old rusted hinges.

hacking is worse after the Patton download. the hackers/stalkers getting stage one of attacks, which will culminate in maybe a car accident, endless stinking poisons sprayed on everything once I get out of this studio, in pain always from healing from the poisons people have put in my body all my life, attacked me non-stop while healing and torturied me nearly to death while fighting death poisoning and detoxing for more than 10 years without end, dehabilitated and then tortured while helplessly paralzed and then continuously re-poisoned. My responsese written create more stinking toxins and attacks. But the hacking makes writing almost impossible for any single idea to come out in more than two paragraphs before my brain/body break down into exhaustion due to the attacks, endless backspacing, and etc. I wrote on my blog about mafia/political connection today because I am so utterly disgusted by this disgusting personality out of "Italy" who has not stopped attacking me, with endless circles of sleazy creeps protecting mafia/Nazi/political interests---but for 30 years now and all I have ever done is tell him I don't want anything to do with him (except for one request in 2009 asking him for help against what i thought was a South Beach wealthy, French Real Estate agent who began the teleportation and stalking at an extreme, undeniably dangerously open level (but the Italian increased the attacks and violence to near-death levels, wanted me in a coma and let me know this, has tried to murder me in at least three forms in the last 10 years alone, has not stopped instructing the H-wood American actors to have parts of my body severed every day (i.e. gum tissue severed from my lower jaw line, after they caused an accident years ago when I asked that Justice be done and these actors stopped from endlessly receiving ttop awards for participating in these crimes--which caused this accident, under instruction from the genocidal nazi mafia euro-p mafia and actors and their parents, who learned from their parents--and I am not trying to get into this endless tangent under a theme that had been intended to put a cool vid on this page instead of focusing on these parasitic wealthy loser creeps, as i see them not how they are judged in society. And I am also judged unfairly and erroneously due to the stigma attached to these creep parasites putting this contract out on me and everyone else deferring and opening a path for the predators to wreak whatever damage they want in the US and towards me also, on a personal level (this applies to macro and micro levels of interaction). I got into a huge tangent, but they hacked into the Patton download because I wrote about the Italian and American mafia operating alongside Patton and thus, the first tiny step of the endless attack system that has just begun is for malware latched onto the file download I just got from a torrent of Patton. I had just spent 3 hours and more cleaning out the old malware and after downloading this movie from a torrent source, it's corrupted my laptop once more. The irony is not beyond comprehension in light of how these psychos operate (they love to mock and imitate any defense and turn it around into an attack situation and then steal the concept afterwards).
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of course my brain is under attack and I feel like I am swimming in a whirlpool and my head is sick and dizzy and I have to stop writing or I will become more ill as time passes. This is how the stalkers/hackers prevent me from writing at any length beyond a few sentences or short paragraphs at any one single sitting.===============

Oh dumb sleazy inserts into a super video from the 70's: the Y-tube versions are hackneyed with nude women riding on bicycles--all the older videos of this live version that I obtained from another YouTube collection that is not tampered or tainted with this sexist interlude of lewd blondes riding naked in a race. I think if you listen to Fat Bottom Girls you will get the idea that this insertion into the old videos came from sources outside of the official Queen video collection.

Here are lyrics, below this link on this page, in the comment section I will include the entire full-length set of live recordings/concert footage which, for this song in particular, I like the lighting and special effects, groovy for that time and space. Also the performances of all band members is special. This song comes at around 18 minutes into the video posted on the comment section.

I also don't need Superman, don't like Star Wars (although I was programmed to be a jaw-drooping fan even if I at first glance thought it was a silly fake sci-fi and now I think Star Wars is pure political conditioning and propaganda put into Entertainment form. This is one reason why I do like this song and video (without the naked women riding on bicycles, which all of the videos in the Search I discovered were corrupted with these inserts into the very interesting and artistic video production.

Every other lyric in the song is related to a symbolic reduction of entertainment value to the simple pleasures in just riding a bicycle in the race (media race for power and prestige, perhaps?).

The Rocking Horse Winner IS..........?????

Listening to the music, with just lyrics, because the video is so fascinating to watch, I miss out on certain aspects of the singing. BI--cycle, BI---cycle. You can hear that the morpheme BI is separated for a brief fraction of a second, a pause, between bi and cycle. Does he mean BI SEXUAL BI SEXUAL and fat bottom girls (who, in the real song, are sexually desireable non-blondes who are interesting and provacative instead of BORING and the video shows blondes who look cookie-cutter) but...going on, or carrying on as the English say/write. BI SEXUAL i think is the real intention behind the lyrics along with a double entrendre of the race, some race he wants to enjoy and sniff the fat bottom sexy debaucherers along the way....:)

Outside of uttering, "ciao bella" and kissing his wealthy patrons on the cheeks, he can't think, create anything original, and under threat of exposure: so he spread his legs and pounded his fist down.

Surrounding him were a host of artistic bastuds bastardizing intellectualism in the United States. The surrounding entourage of actor clown whores were all: Waiting for the lucre to luxuriate withal the rooms of entitlement, a new American elitism of nobility spawned out of Fascist, Nazi mafia with the inevitable Northern French, German and Scandanavian and et al squandrons of infiltrators into the United States of WhoreHollywood via expectations of not having to actually think to create anything orriginal, due to the technological entitlement that enables the lowest to rise to the top via the European fascist, Nazi model.

This mafia hormone-growth entity was their benefactor, who didn't need to use the N-word in public as it was his shirt color despite always wearing fashionable Voodoon white. In Miami the color white is a well-known warding off of the evil Loa, but in the rest of the world, they know that underneath this pristine supreficial garb color, scrubbed sparkling clean by his brown-skinned slaves smiling at the sunrisen glow of hanging and latching on to the periphery of power and wealth obtained in what these happy-to-serve and attack in gang stalking groups could only be used to: Colonialistic empire servitude and oppression and the oppresiion of others.

He supported their "first black" leader in his Facebook profile, as it was this leadership which enabled him and his anti-American, Fascist (but not supporters of Mussolini), Nazi, knee-bowing down to French socialite Italians scared they would be associated with their Meditteranean neighboring dark-skinned neighbors---servicing their benefactors of the lucrative genocides and IMF and World Bank policies, which funded this mafia onslaught--unfortunatelly all derived from the UNITED STATES affiliation with mafia and Nazi collaborators out of Italy in order to wrest some of the wealth from the hidden, not invested yet into Swiss Bank Accounts, Nazi gold bullion heists obtained joyfully by the extraction of gold fillings from dead Jewish bodies (and gypsys, and "real" Communists instead of the Totalitarian types who wanted fascist control using the C-word system, as also was a dominant power group in Italy before the Socialists wrested almost full domination over the sway of European politics.

 His Fascist predecessors who had had Mussolini smashed to death in order to protect Mafia interests in Italy were none other than Mr. George C. Scott who proudly stood as General Patton in front of  a Hollywhorewood replication of national pride, the American flag draped behind the actor larger than life, enclosing the entire screen--as a film prop accessory, to imply that THIS huge symbolic progapandized bastardize misuse of the American flag would immediately bring associations of the not-yet fully indoctrinated-into fascist Nazism "normal" average Amerrcan movie-goers into the fascist lines awaiting the hand-outs from the filth lucre obtained from mass murder, genocide, and failed States that win banking holidays in the Sun for both investors and CEO's alike. Patton, the actor, goes on to patronize the patriotic viewers into the false dissemination that all was done for a Just cause. The entire film is a depiction of the Italian Campaign where the US Central Command had instructed Patton to "step down" and allow British forces to overtake the Italian area in an action that Patton had decided would inevitably fail. Using mafia sources to overtake this position of the central Mussolini-held Fascist Axis Power forces, Patton utilized the keen local mafia out-of-business guerillas to navigate mountain passes in order to gain a foothold into enemy territory; also countermining official orders to allow the British forces to claim victory (or defeat) at the hands of the Mussolini defense troops.

Mr. Fascist Mussolini had blocked the Mafia in Italy. Mr. Mussolini was literally smashed to death after Patton-lead forces closed down the Fascist shopkeepers, only to re-instate sanctioned, officially although covertly, Mafia as partners in both Italian and American political power strategy.

Beaten savagly to death, Mussolini with his mistress in the town square of Milan as warnings not to mess with Mafia in Sicily or on the mainland of Italy. For further terror traumatizing of any pro-government, anti-Mafia citizens, a bloody crushed body of Mussolini with a sign placed on his body, and the footage of the mob breaking his skull in twain is below, along with the battered to death lover who thought she was really in big with the big guys only up to the point of being surrounded by Mafia ranks who still are funding anti-fascist, Nazi movies in Hollywhorewood. It was the "Italian Campaign" that the movie used to demonstrate the power of American anti-Fascism, and I have to wonder how much influence the Italian Mafia had to do with the funding and publication and prize-winning status of this film?

On to Lucky Luciano, and that is a story that you can watch in many movies glorifying the American who was a kind of diplomatic partner living in Italy, to create a linchpin power structure that I am now facing and dealing with in this technological terror, Nazi, Mafia power cartel operating out of Hollywhorewood.


Spreading his legs because he could not think of anything else to utter, the symbol of sexual disgrace aimed at the target the teleportation rape and torture object who he has had his English partners torture, rape and disfigure as the American partners watch on "learning" "observing" emulating imitating the fascist, Nazi methodology and LAUGHING hyenas promoted into highest positions. The Italian with his enlarged, hormone-growth Nazi experimental monster body, limited capacity for any expressive creativity, burdened with conventionality and poise of gesticulating morbidity (static, stoic, unmoved and unable to utter anything outside of fashionable fascist but not Mussolini-controlled chaotic capitalism, mafia controlled to the apex of the American power structure in politics and in the media as well). This last statement should not be in parenthesis.

Inarticulate in English, although English is not his native language, the 30+ years he had already spent in the United States, have left him morbidly incapable of speaking in English with any real finesse except to utter the expected nicities when power machinations are involved in the Machiavellian maneuvers. Conventionally retaining his Italian identity because to assimilate into American culture would entail losing the power of his European mystique, mostly sticking with his Italian partners in the enterprises which inevitably were closed down to grafting grifters gratifying every gratuity in the entertainment industry.  They stole, they lost businesses.

Now after more than 30 years of attacking me to get these free deals out of gang stalking, rape and torture via teleportation:

stealing ideas using the trauma-based mind control drugging/torture protocols utilizing me as a prototype sucking-dry portal of information--

after more than 30 years of this man I never wanted, never liked, but "making love" while my body was a huge balloon of poisons and drugs--bloated so large I almost died from paralysis after one more year of his leadership in attacking me personally, with teams of Germasns poisoning, raping and attacking me via the gang stalking, with US government approval, and me ending up at the Emergency Room in Stuttgart because I could not hold my head up any longer. The poisons were hardening into my neck, into my skull, my entire body saturated in hardening, bloating chemicals and drugged so badly that I would jump up from a sitting position automatically when someone was trying to force me into some servitude position. My body was probably, at that point, more composed of poisons than flesh and bone. 10 years later, I remain with this hard poison in my body after years of detoxifying. 

The mafia personality has been handed new free businesses, ostensibly, the  larger the businesses the more graft and theft of the profits can be induced, especially when all crime is conveniently overlooked and money is pouring in because of his involvement in new technological torture, rape and theft of intellectual property along with mind control, torture and all that mafia and nazis have ever dreamt of in order to steal more and control THE WORLD (please note I left the titles in small caps because I do not honor them with official Noun titles).

Because he could not, and cannot create a single, original idea he has had to steal and rob concepts out of me (and Prince, after using Mafia and the Florida Nazi masses to have a Black entrepreneur, oh gasp, back in 1996 how insulting to the Florida Nazi Mafia cartels, a black male original owning and creating a disco with more creativity, more originality, than the conventional Fascist, European and their Nazi/Mafia American counterparts. The overt racism expressed in Miami, and on South Beach, at that time was absolouely and vehemently openly expressed. The N-word was not a whispered occurrance during that time. Certainly not for Italians who I worked for selling cigars, on South Beach, the partners with this inarticulate huge-bodied hormone-growth monster who is now a huge celebrity in Miami Beach for his new, huge clubs. After stealing from every venue possible for years and years, finally obtaining the stature where the crimes can be concealed, the power status invoked to bring the worst, most stupid of the violent, hormone growth Nazi experiments in the "uber mensch" to bring to the planet huge human beings, towering over the normal height of the rest of humanity. I have found that many of the men who are supposed to be "leaders" of society out of Europe, entrenched into South Beach and Miami and Florida and now US POLITICAL leadership positions of absolute authority, but behind the scenes of the ostensible "Democratic" spouting verbal lashings of false dialectics in the media--behind all of them are nearly inarticulate hormone Nazi growth mafia out of Italy and Germany and etc (models out of France hold a particular sway in American political life, all enhanced in their careers by dark-haired Italians who are keen to procreate with blondes in order to lighten up their Meditterannean complexions).

In my last few posts I wrote of this one particular personality because his response is always aboslute violence to any verbal joke, expression of intellectual analysis I write on my many posts, trying to appeal to any rational thinker reading my posts who actually cares about decency, are anti-racist, care about feminist ideals--but I discover they are as limited as the nearly silent, boring and inarticulate leader who is showering them with money and contracts because the American political and media spectrum is absolutely under the domination of Nazi Mafia cartels. I find this as more of a fact a dismal reality that no movie ever actually "exposes", no documentarist "dares" to detail or create.

The reaction to my last few posts was this man who I find ugly and sinister and morose, although now a "reputable" owner of huge, massively endowed with all and every support for his mediocrity stunt and appratus of party planning and creative organisation for this boring non-personality but contrived "fashionable" European mogul who had previously failed or was part-manager of small little, tiny clubs now owning huge corporate venues on some of the largest properties on Miami Beach--all since having begun teleporting me after I made ONE PHONE CALL back in 2009 from Phuket to South Beach, asking him for "help" against stalking which I thought originated by-proxy from another French male, one of his partner buddies in this system (they are all in a group gang-bang orgy formation, these men and their hanging-on female partners). The sleazy Italian mafia parasite nearly sounded like he was having an orgasm when I phoned him this one time, asking for help against what I had thought was a stalker out of South Beach because the overt stalking began when I clicked on his brand-new website inquiring about an apartment for rent (I was, at that time, living in Gainesville, Florida and trying to get my graduate degree at the horrible Miami public state university which was a far worse education I experienced in two weeks than my Freshman year of high school at Nicolet High School, Milwaukee, Wisconsin). I had to leave Miami a few years before struggling to enter into graduate school, because of the violence this Italian man had directed at me when I avoided his every leg-opening, crotch insinuation of hate-sexual advances and glaring grimmaces of hate directed at me, while asking me if I would meet him at his "club" and I was so drugged I said, "yes" as he approached me while I was walking in the street. I simply never went to any club, disco or place he owned except for one other time, where he was sitting nearly in front of the front door, spreading his legs as I entered his restaurant (which had been owned by people who welcomed me in with smiles and warmth, before the Nazi invasion of South Beach became the norm instead of the sly subterfuge that has become an open "Little Riviera" now, with fascists like this man and his associates having taken over the entire system. The American simply adore him and his ilk for having driven me out, and people like me, or just killing, murdering and installing a fascist, Nazi cartel officially sanctioned at all levels, in nearly all of the State of Florida.

And thus, under duress from mind control technology, hacking and all the other blocks and hacks and typo inserts this group always forces upon me while I fight and struggle to type, think, and relate anything and at this point, mostly for stress relief as I was teleported and assaulted as usual last night.

This nasty Italian man had me between his legs two nights ago, asking me if I was sexually aroused by him. Under a state of sleep, teleportation, hypnosis, I was also drugged when I bought food at a shop earlier that day, I could hear the gurgling noise of having been poisoned which I am very familiar with now. Under all those conditions all I could do was feel an extreme coldness sitting inbetween his huge, hormone-growth legs and I tried to get away, as I always have done with this nasty mafioso Italian not-stallion but rapist creep whore with his whorewood buddies and political deviant associations put into highest position for collaborating with above-written technologies and power Machiavellian machinations.

The pounding down of his fist is a symbol.

For anyone who may have lost relatives in the War against Fascism and Nazism, for those who do not want fashion models out of Paris to rule over the dark-haired, embarassed to be dark Meditterannean fascists, wanna be mogul mafia murdering minions of blonde-Nazis who perform the violence for the blondes who sit back laughing watching and obtaining all the filthy money as partners and controllers of the above-stated: for those who DO NOT WANT THIS GROUP TO CONTROL YOUR LIVES AND POLITICS AND MOVIES then do not sick back silently any longer waiting for the next prsident to have to bow down, scrape and obey these forces in order to gain the leverage to influence the Nazi American party affiliates who pose as Democratic Patiors to support them in their campaign schemes for power. They must inevitably obey these commands. Those who claim they are "independent" of lobbies such as the above are not deluded but they are deluding you with their claims, if you believe this. There is no power in the United States without having to bow down to these cartels, if you follow the organized criminal societal rules of promotion, all clouded-over by silencing of targets like me and in absolute obedience to authority while cranking out movies about fighting corruption. Such a formula that always works. You can see it most visibly in the italian-American Stallion's endlessly underdog formula movies that always win top boxoffice procedes. That is a plot-driven story for another post.

****Please note that all mistakes, incoherencies of writing, grammar and style are due to hacking and technological interference with my brainwave functioning from stalker/hacker attacks. Otherwise, after this group attacks me for having written anything negative about their endless negative pursuits to turn me from a happy, beautiful and creative person into a destroyed human being writing and obsessing with non-stop, 24/7 violence pitted against me by them, they then steal all ideas possible, often verbatim, and then profit and I remain fighting against poverty and illness and endlessly writing about "them". There are so many of "them". Here is an very slippery attempt to detail some of the historical significance of the current state of affairs. I have tried to attain research articles online instead of resorting to badly written and biased book reviews, and all requests for pdf's on research done on these activities have either been blocked by the hackers or deleted if they do arrive after request in my email box. I continue to have sensations of dizziness and nausia after I get up from writing in front of this hacked and from whatever has been inserted into the machinery of this laptop to shoot out at my brain to render me unable to focus or concentrate, lack of memory, cohisiveness, etc****

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I know about The Forge restaurant on 41st Street because of some "Italian-Americans" who brought me to meet the owner, Sharif Malnick one single time who surveyed me silently, friendly, silenced, observant. This is where the "Italian Stallion" actor, who is partners with the huge Italian hormone-growth rapist teleporting mundane thug I have written about (with ptsd hate) above, the partners in the club where I sold cigars for one or two years--still teleporting me 30 years later attacking me with his host of Hollywhorewood "A-list" actors. The Forge is a status place of meet and greet meat factory exclusivity and domination machination power dinner parties. The word on the streets is that politicians and media moguls and Mafia meet to eat the best meat (famous for steaks and cigars) hotspot where real politics are forged and policies decided after the Brandy and Cigars.

Notice that white is a theme, along with beef-stained chunky wood in other more respectible rooms where the cigars and beef meat decisions are determined.

The owners once had a collaboration with Mr. Lucky Luciano. This is referenced online. Or, the original owners were associated with Luciano, the mobster who also lived in Italy to foment the right Mafia structure and gently lead it to commit violence in American life.

Oh, I found a more local link to this above statement of connections and associations. Thank you to the New York Times which had the timerity to "bust the balls" of the bulls disguised and dressed as Eagles.

NY Times busting their balls

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How my persoonal history relates to all of this:

BOTH OF MY GRANDFATHERS, ON BOTH SIDES conducted business deals on the Docks of lower Manhattan (the lower East side). My step-father's father operated a linen store in the Brokklyn Flatbush garment district (notorious for mafia dealings/Jewish mafia collaboration). My uncle on my father's side is a well-known Defense Attorney in Miami. My father has admitted he was a lawyer for "the mafia" in NYC.  I believe this contract out on me is nearly 100% derived from my personal background, a situation which I never consented to and still am fighting to stop this criminal contract and activity. 

Expecting a hard, hard rain 10,000 miles away

I have thought of this song unfrequently but a relevancy to the moment.

Watching the Tempest from 10,000 miles away, and wondering if the inevitable deluge will come or has it alrready arrived and is in full effect now?

All the consequences of a moral play deconstructed into a viper shooter video game I can watch on my flat screen tube which is a portal of acid rain mutants.

Brite light high noon singing with birds in joyous heights about love, love passionate between humans! After the deluge of idiots, love is still possible according to Bob Dylan.

After the tsunami wind of idiots passes, love is not careless from heights above, passionate reflections in clouds sometimes appearing as clowns. Yet, the lover inevitably goes, there is an ending in the happy realization that love buds in Spring and goes after the season shuts down the merry-go-round ride.

Out in the wilderness of hitching for a ride along the narrow and crooked highway down Minnesota way (56th & Wabasha somewhere shady in the bright snow-lit reflective crystaline refraction)

Supposedly there is no actual 56th & Wabasha in Minnesota, but I beg to differ as I know approximately where it is:

Meet me there in the morning when I am mourning the loss of the city of fallen blues turning crimson merillion````

The color of your seaport sunset spiraling into creative madness and spontaneous formulaic fantasy (preceding fame and fortune):

Soft morning song, whispering the potentialities of love outside the Igloo paradise burnt lawn. A simple Twist of Fate turned inward towards the emptiness of full pompositiy.

Idiot Wind. Just a cheery morning wake up call to marrow chilled and wine whining drug druggy sobriety realization epiphany.