211-02 50TH AVENUE BROKEN IN AGAIN: TODAY'S NEW OWNER, A CONDALISA RICE AFRICAN SPECIAL, INTIMIDATED MY MOTHER WITH A PIT BULL. HE IS ETHNICALLY DIFFERENT FROM THE OWNER TWO WEEKS AGO, A HISPANIC, WHO STOLE CAST IRON HEATERS FROM THE HOUSE FOR ELLEN HINDS. SAME M.O.: A DOG.

September 22, 2012. from 9:00AM to 12:30PM. A New Jersey plate car parked in front of our house, a Ford license plate WYV-17L, trying to force feed me Wilson Tapiero as a spouse did not belie the day's climate, especially since, further up the block was an old New York license plate FFT-6259, the last two the year the American Nazi Party was founded.

While we were doing garden work, there was cement and electrical nonsense in 211-02's driveway, with a Condalisa Rice spy sitting on a no license plate Landscaping trailer, parked there. He did nothing but stay on the cellphone informing Rice on what I would do next, so she could coordinate more KKK attacks. I expressed a need to go to the bank: the man was on the phone immediately and on our way there Rice had loaded playgrounds with Italianate jabs, and idiots calling my name, because our property must go to her "And My Master" she has the amplification repeat, as soon as I complete the sentence, as if that were the most advisable course of action.

There was more coordinated dog activity with Sorbibor inserting trash based at New York Presbyterian, the New York Presbyterian (come to the boroughs to see what they actually look like when they let it all hang out), on our immediate sidewalk, with one of them approaching Rice's spy to talk to him extensively, as the idiot had no leash on the pit bull. Our tenant there will claim he's our landlord, since the proliferation of would be owners pitter pattering in front of area houses  in landed carapace sports cars trying to strike up a conversation for Sargeant Granelle and invade another house was at its highest.

The plan: for the real estate agent to sell the house to an unsuspecting buyer, then, on moving day, kill him, his entire family, and take the house over. What a scam!

Those visibly supporting it, who witnessed the man in the driveway, the suspicious activity, and did not report it to the authorities thinking that an abduction or two to a psych hospital may explain things away:

48-63 211th Avenue, or, Mark Mittler, who walked out as I was watering the lawn; the house is the second from the NE corner of 211th and 50th Avenue;

48-59 211th Avenue, or, a father of two twins Mark Mittler's children, Peter and Michelle, would treaten when toddlers that if they did not do Peter's will and blowjob him, they would get this and that done to them. I brought a tape of one of the shout outs to the 111: the officer, a puffy haired blonde streaked mess in her late thirties, said it was not audible, with a stern and disgusted expression for having to accept the fact that the Precinct is still accessible to people like me;

48-64 (I think, the house directly across from the Mittler's) 211th Street. The husband figure, who adopted two children only to have his Hispanic son slap his cock publicly and say something lewd to local gardeners, was out in sports wear signifying nothing.

That cover-up extended here, to all the usual culprits (what color socks are you wearing today Alex? When I have never spoken to them, I don't know their names, but only their addresses and have made that abundantly clear in this blog, which they will erase when they want, for them) with 40 , a thug who thinks who wouldn't like to sow his oats from the slob side, declaring to the whole world he would abduct me to his basement, after he convinced the whole world that I was a ho, and I slummed with Mississippi plywood slap happy there. After all, what are neighbors you know nothing about and want to know nothing about for a reason there for?

See? I didn't forget him. See?

Is she afraid yet?

PS: ALSO PLANNED, by all mentioned, my impending false arrest. In that case, we'll see what happens.