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.
"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?
"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.
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.
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.
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!!
....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
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.
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:
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. …"--
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.
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). --------------------------------------------------
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....:)
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****
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.
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.
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.
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):
