Monday, September 17, 2012

PARANOID  SCHIZOPHRENICS, INFLUENCED TO BE NAZI:

8:36AM: shots ring from Saint Nicholas's area, accompanied by Marta Tapiero AIIIs. She and her brother, safely esconced in the apartment he hasn't paid rent for since July, are convincede (hacker's attempt at KKK Middle English, a reference to Centre Street, so the hacker is the Clerk who refuses to process my applications legally, and creates false trials and joke audiences who enjoy the spectacle. She codifies in KKK cultural division colors and is a completely a Hispanic  Patton the Confederate, so imagine what her name must be. She just added are as I was correcting this. Why they obsess with me is incomprehensible, but they must have some justification for it, and if they do, I will discover it eventually) that my mother would have let them stay here rent free, and that, unless I'm Marta Tapiero's prostitute (to claim that what she does is prostitution is far fetched) she'll break my window, and shoot me in the head. Iolanda Tozzi, also a schizophrenic (she thinks by family, not by her husband, and that proximity will cure her, since she's aryan by faith and not by birth, and by marriage.Textual.) plans on doing the same. It's their way of celebrating Citizen's Day, which is today. Should I go water my lawn, that's my destiny. Nothing can stop them, not police officers, not SWAT teams: they become enraged. Shoule anyone like me, they become even more enraged. Condalisa Rice is involved in this as well. "Now you know I back Al Quaeda" from Rice, who wanted to be a vice presidential candidate (oh so many people do it, first you convince, then you deceive, then you kill those you hate for being what you hated the most: honest, good and working people.. That's what I was taught by my Master, some Master in my head, since I was five. He gave me gifts by head, and said you use the head to talk to me. I would speak to the toilet all the time, and he would give me gifts, regalia, he would call them, regalia. I just decided to be a nazi right then. I just wanted him to feeel me touch me, and sexually seduce me, but he no! He said I had to do it with his wife and he first then sexually seduce my dad and ruin my family. So I did, I ruined my first family. This is my adopted family and they knew George Bush, so now I'm a Bush slave with nowhere to go but down, down on him everytime he wants." Bush replies" And don't you forget it". All this amplified because, like the Bush anti-abortion capers at the Washington mall, this is also to terrify us.

Valley Stream, one house number above 64 West Fenimore Street, starts in with amplified nonselse as well. They'll sue because they interfere with me, I should take it because I'm non white, while he's white even though he's dark his wife is blonde, and that's the law in Nassau County," as far as I''m concerned". His dream is having me be his slave to clean up his house, etc. I have not been in Valley Stream, I do not know their names, and there is no reason they should know where I live, or take an interest in this blog, since I never discussed it with them. They're also schizophrenic;

37-39, mislabeled 37-35 and no fine in sight, also  fired some shots in the air, along with the Tapiero. The woman who is convinced Unites States citizens are prostitutes by citizenship, is convinced she's Aryan because she's Greek. They also have no reason to know what I write, I don't even know her first name, and have nothing to do with her, or anyone on this block, so, again, if they arrange to stalk me, it's criminal, motivated by mental instability. So Tapiero goes downstairs, looks out to see if he's unleashed a revolution in his support, and, after awhile, either walks back in or closes the front door and creeps up the stairs, back to his apartment, dejected.

All this at 8:36AM.

The Tapiero have arranged to have me stalked since they have been living here, which is recent. They are all types who believe they are nazi, who become enraged on buses saying they will marry me, and the like. One of his friends has just accused me of being a terrorist because of World War One and Two. Palmer says she knows different, that " she flirted with terrorism on the red side, for me and for those who believe me. See, we are keeping you away from terrorism, and rich growth in this country." Palmer broke in an apartment and etched a fate line on my right palm during my sleep, is a cannibal pedophile and another fool convinced she is a nazi, even though she is ugly as hell. I am not interested in terrorism. Palmer has been forging my documents, breaking in, harming me, and obsessing with me for over thirty years, if not more. I do not know her, I have never met her, I have no interest in knowing her, except to report her activity to the police. She had me stalked for years by people on buses trying to get me to "turn a trick" for her and her husband, who is a famous rock singer and "we all know what happens to gilrs in that circuit. Oh we just do". My father was a musician and was faithful to my mother, and never spoke of the inevitability of prostitution in the music industry. Only a neophite, a person lacking mental acuity, and a believing upholder  of prejudice would come to this conclusion. She has her hacker write conme instead of con, and I really don't have the time. Supposedly, she has never been in jail because her father, a family court judge for obvious reasons, who has sent uniformed school trash chasing after me in the East Village to bar me access from libraries, has kept her out of jail through his Brooklyn traffic cop and court connections as well. Again, this is I'll run you out of Dodge, and I don't have the time. Continue to make it my time, I'll sue. Palmer also thinks that shouting at me via amplification makes her case stronger. This is beyond harassment: it involves abduction, torture, criminalization, slander,pederasty, and much more.

Condalisa Rice and her amplified playdates are also here to destroy us for our participation in World war One and Two, and, frankly, I don't have the time. Marilla Palmer is also a contact of Frank Marzella, with both thinking that frankly is their province and not a word. To me, that's a paranoia, let alone the soundness of contacting one another to exterminate me racially when you originally look like a moose on drugs.

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