UNTIL THE ONLY PLACE THEY CAN MOVE INTO IS A HEIL HOLE, OR, FIVE YEARS IMPRISONMENT: THE NAZI LICKING TAPIERO PLAN FOR ME IS POSTAL THEFT.

Talk about overkill: Besides discovering a handful of forged Citibank checks in my name, and with my handwriting, a false Fed Ex receipt heading something to "Hellas" Verona, Saint Nick's, anyone? and a suggestion from Manuel Tapiero in a sealed HealthFirst (my mistake: it was actually Emblemhealth )envelope found on my mother's dining room table requesting that my mother or I should send a Frank LaForge's health bill to the same, since Frank is a mysterious extra tenant just because they say so, and also finding a Greenmarket Receipt listed as 51 Chambers Street, Suite 1231 NY NY 10007 isolated in an envelope marked FD, with which Marta Tapiero and the Tapiero alluded to their complicity in a spree of false abductions to psych hospitals and false arrests based on claims people yielded hammers against innocents for the Saturday July 28, 2012 opening of the Olympics, for the Stewart-Hanovers, ex Windsor (to further berate the point and work me into a state of debilitating schizophrenia through the amplification so they can finally make me their slave Marta Tapiero and the Tapiero, busy sucking sperm from their cheeks today, in the presence of toddlers,from dutiful son to mother's face, all the while pretending to be Italian, for Columbus Day, remember, they stole my hammer after claiming to the police TWICE, Tapiero's mark of stupidity, that I had yielded it against a poor Hispanic mother of three with an overprotective boyfriend)I found evidence not only of mail theft by them, but of break ins, no sign of forced entry. See? Long sentences are easy to write and comprehend: tell that to the Squid of England.

Recapping:

Some weeks ago I decided to start complaining that the Newyorker was not being delivered on time. I called, and the very next day, the volume was waiting for me in the foyer, hours upon hours prior to the delivery of mail. This was done in arrangement with Hitlerian customer assistants, their Tapiero contact, and the mailman, who resembles a Japanese version of Patton the Confederate and supports, on his own, the entire complex of New York Presbyterian, who chats with Tapiero, and instead of reporting their mail as misaddressed to 49 on this avenue, just delivers it to this address. Marta Tapiero has been making a show of telling said postman that we read her mail and abduct it (during her first month here in 2010 she stole our water bill to make us late in payment)in front of us, and he has been dutifully dropping the (Heavens!) Tapiero mail wrapped in an elastic band through the slot, by separating it from us. If they[re so worried, why don't they get a Post Office Box and get over with it? I did, and stopped because their infiltrations at the post office make my mail as easily readable by them as it would being delivered here, and much less expensive, since a small box is $60.00 for half a year in Bayside. At least, for me it is.I'm sure they get discounts. As an aside, their partner-relative, as Tony Gonzales,and a lawyer by the name of Mc Laughlin, and Carmen Tapiero's face, under the name Betullo, was announcing the Italian News yesterday. Or they all look like him to roast him att the stake. I thought it funny, since betulla is beech tree, China and Italy a Patton Walton confederate obsession,and Gonzales woould lecture about druids in photography class, which probably expalins why they pissed on my Newsweek best photos of the year issue. Lookin' good, huh? Would want to be you, huh? I vacuumed yesterday and found a short and curly by my bed, on the side, of course, as if I cavorted nude in my apartment as a matter of fact. The best was finding a Tapiero special balanced on the top of the bathroom wall's moulding, in front of the toilet, so I could meditate about it.

So, supposedly,to delay the postal abduction mess, in 1992 I owed the IRS aboout a thousand dollars, much in back taxes to New York State and issued payment to a Greg Anderson in the amount of 50 dollars a hit, all in my own handwriting, just like today, thanks to Verizon, and the White House on 44th something, behind Saint Nicholas,on 196th Street, and 28, not only are my teevee habits recorded, obsessed about so I become "one with them" , but my voice gets played back in a message saying "Line's busy, leave a message" when I call my own land line. I speak to a Dwight at 1:46PM, he is the official representative of the white Bammy house, I tell him to reprot these things, he calls them, they call Tapiero and Tapiero calls Granelle at the 111, who may be a relative of a white supremacist by the name of Fisher, who the Queens College Carol Anastasio crew introduced as a Flushing Jew with a fixation, much like Carol, on transvestites and women spoking cigars. They gotta get close. A relative of his or him adjusted goes by the name of Bryan J. Fisher from Tupelo, Mississippi. About 60 now.So I see the resemblance in the drawing.

JUST TO SHOW YOU HOW NAZIS OPERATE: WHAT THEY DO, THEIR CONTACTS ALLOW THEM TO GET AWAY WITH, AND BLAME YOU FOR IT.

POINT IN QUESTION:

The USPS web page:

1) It lists categories for Postal Instpector FAX as "directorates".

2) There are postal trucks with no license plate driving around Bayside. I always see them when I use the service, inevitably at that. If I mail a letter to Con ed a truck, a van and a car with that company's name drive by as if chained to one another as soon as I mail it.

3) No penalty is listed for mail theft;

4) On other sites, such as Ask and its green blue variant, the page "mail theft" appears. You click on it, and get nothing. You get sent to another listing that mentions opening other people's letters instead.

5) I can't remember when it was last I received a properly cancelled letter. Must be before my time.

6) When I tried to complain about mail theft I was given a local number 229 (hint hint) 8578 by Latoya and other names to stop all claims through her Capitol One Bank and Postal Service connection at the Bayside office, by 42nd, and Bell Boulevard, Bayside Queens, instead of the general number, just to make sure I would get blamed better, and she could get a record contract where she would slave on amphetamines in grueling tours, breaking even and receiving one penny for every CD sold. But the glory! The stage lights! The chance to outperform!


SO: HERE IS WHAT I FOUND, IN MY APARTMENT,NO SIGN OF FORCED ENTRY, AMONG NEWSPAPERS, IN MY FILING AREAS, AND IN THE MAIL I HAD TO SORT, AGAIN, COURTESY OF THE TAPIERO, WHO TODAY,AS SHE SPIED ME ON THE LANDING LOCKING MY DOOR THOUGHT WOULD GRACE ME WITH A SPOOKY "WHO ARE YOU" ON TAPE, IN MARTA TAPIERO'S VOICE, AS HER EFFORT TO HAVE ME BECOME HER, AS I WAS LOCKING MY DOOR, AND MARKING IT SO I WOULD KNOW IF THEY WOULD BREAK IN. THEY DID TWICE. NOT ONLY HAVE THEY, BUT THEY'VE BEEN CUTTING THE TOP OF THE DOOR DOWN FOR EASIER ACCESS AND APPLYIING A THICK GOOP SO I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO MARK MY OWN DOOR, AND TO SUGGEST I NEEDED TO EASE THEIR ACCESS TO MY THINGS. FOR THAT MATTER, SEIZED BY STUPIDITY, THE WHITE HOUSE SLASH AND BURNED A BEAUTIFUL TREE FENCE TO THIN THE BRANCHES OUT, BURNT THEM IN PARTS, AND CREATE A POSSIBLE PASSAGE WHICH WOULD ALLOW THEM VISUAL ACCESS TO OUR BACK YARD AND LEFT MALADROIT HOLES IN THEIR LANDSCAPING INSTEAD. HEY, THEY HAVE A RIGHT TO GET PIG TOO.

1) Mom's house insurance policy mail;

2) An A and P coupon letter, addressed to me, listing every store of theirs except Food Emporium, which must have seceded, since teams of 37 and Tapiero have been playing with the food there, same as Whole Foods, where at times, there's a rush on my favorite things to eat;

3) 21st Century Auto Insurance, 3 Beaver Valley Road (Marta Tapiero's anme in indian means cunt bag), Wilmington, DE 19803-1118. The person it was sent to was Ingrid Tapiero, who acts as if she owns my house when I'm not around, has mail sent to this address as well, and lives in neither place;

4) IN MY FILES: 21st Century Auto Insurance, 7831 Glenroy Road Suite 250, Minneapolis, MN 55439-3133. In the nevelope window, just to say I was breaking and entering their envelopes, as if I didn't have the right to destroy plated filth or matters misaddressed, or take an interest from a legal point of view: F76491150-07/16x33. Northland Group Inc. Mailed to Ingrid Tapiero;

5)IN SAME FILES: To Ingridan Tapiero: Professional Claims Bureau, Inc, P.O. Box 9060, Hicksville, NY 11802-9060, just because I bought pudding at Waldbaums on 47th, now gone, and they stalked me checking everything I bought since it was a personal offense to them, due to their extreme attachment to one another, and another, and another, and another again.Ever since they moved in, I haven't been able to go anywhere without them trying to escort me to a brothel. The letter was addressed to 49. It read: suh-dept of Emergency Medicine, in the name of Jonathan Tapiero, so she married her first cousin, to liberate us in a ruse while seizing our houses.

IN MY NEWSPAPERS, TRYING TO MAKE MUTILATED, TORTURED ASPHIXIATED FISH OUT OF ALL OF US:

1)An open envelope from the Department of Health and Human Services, center for Medicare nad Medicaid services, 7500 Security Boulevard, Baltimore, MD 21214-1850;

2) An Orvis catalogue;

3) A Land's end catalogue, from 2 Land's End, Inc, 2 Land's End Lane, Dodgeville, WI 53595-0001;

4) AN ENTIRE SERIES OF EMPLOYERS FOR THE JOB, in the form of publicity fliers:

A) Best Buy;
B) Old Navy;
C)Target, twice;
D) Michael's three times;
E)Macy's, once;
F) Red Plum, extraced from the Sunday Times, like a lusted for tooth;
G) Staples, twice or three times;
H)Boden;
I) Charles Tyrwhitt.

5) A yellowed version of a hate crime report, since the Tapiero abduct immigrants to extermination sites in Austro Hungaric Mexican theme parks, notably on Vernon jackson, or thereabouts, graced by a Hispanic Anastasio and Walker the edward the IV African whore at the 108 Precinct;

6) A Vermont Coutry Store catalogue, PO Box 6998 Rutland, VT 05702-6998;

7) My mother's stock exchange transaction slips;

8) My mother's capital One bank statement. The latest check, which reflected the detraction I had to charge two months in a row, because Tapiero has not been paying his electric bill, and I paid the interruption of service amount, one about $300.00, the other $200.00. Our apartments are serviced by the same meter. This from cheap trash who does nothing day in day out but chortle on microphones and gathers slightly less than $500,000.00 a year through whatever they do in a Bakery, annexed department Store, and Beauty Shop Chain;

9) COUP DE GRACE: A Verizon publicity mailing addressed specifically to the area Marta Tapiero stuffs four people in (a studio) does not inhabit, but claims to live there because she loves us and can't leave us alone, and treats us as family by not paying us either rent or the electric bill;

10) An L.L. Bean catalogue, wrapping my face in my mutilated thigh until I asphixiate from the shoe breaker on commission owner of the chain, which has been getting steadily more picaninny lintful in cotton wear throughout the years. Let's not mention their color blindness;

11) Granelle thought she's send me a free subscription to the New York Civil Liberty Unions' Spring 2012 episode, which suggested I blow and masturbate to her version of The Night Porter, an African King George the Third type;

12) The New York Times Store;

13) Several Italian crossword puzzle magazines, La Settimana Enigmistica, which she thought she would steal with four copied of the L'Espresso, for George Wilbur Bush the ingrown toenail to slap around and like it, since democratic politics is just a way of boarding his lower race charges;

14) A severed cover of the Sunday February 19, 2012 Magazine, whicih I had recycled, since it hit too close to her food substitutions: her latest was my toothbrush, again. This while I was downstairs eating lunch with my mother. The title: How your shopping habits reveal even the most personal information. She needs to convince me that a different life is all inclusive,for that filth whore univocal, so please,please, New York Times, cut out reveal, and personal. There's be hell to fucking pay, I rpomise you that;

15) A Fresh Fund NY TImes ad that has been stalking me in public and on pyublic transportation, and was involved in the rpimary voter's fraud debacle, courtesy of the police, with its nonexistent district tables and its new location, not the same as the old location, in a 167th street and 45th Avenue school with troughs lining the sides of the entrance, where stupid children were holding hands, in a ring around the rosy circle, as a Patton the confederate substitution for a phys ed class;

16) An empty envelope, marked FD, with the Battery Park hammer false arrest nudge nudge reference.

17) For good measure, the Tapiero stole my August bank statement, placed it in the foyer simulating September's statement, then in a fit of spying thought it wise to break in and enter as I was eating lunch today and plant my September statement in my bag, after knocking down two of my door markers. Since they had fallen, they were weak, and hell if they were going to stand them up.