Thursday, April 04, 2013

"We see this as a sport,we see this as an aristocratic dog chase-you're poor so what do you have to lose-your leg is hurt, so? YOU ITALIAN NIGGER! YOU SOUTHERN POOR WHORE!I AIM TO GET RICH WITH HOLLYWOOD BACKING ME!"

Jessica Williams 4/4/13 from 8:00AM-1:35PM

8:08AM. New tenant information. I've never seen them, but they know I wear cargo pants and not only don't approve but also think they're applique' Vogue and have expressed they want me dead behind closed doors, since it's easier:

Black Nissan, too shiny for its own good, GER 3055;
I've seen Nissans as police cars at the 111, Queens, as well;
Registration: FZ449656;
Safety 02692505.

A little earlier, I hear my mother on the phone, saying in Italian, how Alessandra Mussolini arranged it all, she had just called the police to have me abducted, and how there was also an arrangement to have me beaten to death by fascist "mazzieri". I called 911,and for aUS Sub Saharan inflection, being beaten to death by mazzieri was not a police matter;

On Northern a dejected Italian version of Adimiketakis, the Re-Max real estate dealer that not only does not have a license but has not rented our house since November 2012. He was on the cellphone with Mussolini, lamenting I had not been abducted. Adimiketakis alters his last name to Amidiketakis, which in italianate, can mean "Tell me what cheap,fake metal",so he coordinates abductions even to nazi brothels through infiltrants in police departments for erotoanthropophagic commerce.

It's a Palmer, Marilla child ped brothel connection since trash here spying me started talking hurriedly and threateningly in Greek, Spanish, Ciampino, and stupid. This at 11:09AM, or, now.

BINGO: they started talking about the Risiera Di San Sabba, Italy's concentration camp, then "no" in Austrian, then in Spanish, Como "Italo", then Bruxelles, then IBM (was collaborationist during WWII). 11:12AM. They look Italian, German,Greek, English-Celt.

Obama announced over Hyperion that he wanted to claim my seizure today, and, as concerns about damage to businesses some consider run by lower races was announced, since the new papacy I did find a ruined skirt in soft fabric marked Mizrahi, that not only did not fit well, pulling, but exposed the slip when sitting. I have seen and worn Mizrahi for Target (a Michelle Obama job) and it has never been badly tailored. This piece was instead, and it was planted  at the Salvation Army on Steinway for pickup, the organization being a Confederate Booth concern,and also the sponsor of the main women's shelter in Queens. I cut the skirt in many pieces, so it couldn't be used to harm the designer.

So I go to the 111, Queens, and see,instead of the usual accumulation of cars, only two, one a squad, the other a fruit resaler in streets, as used in Italy, and seen often by Dime, at Horace Harding and Springfield, where Jessica Williams contributed to stealing, with the Gambino, $150.00 from my account, through fees, to damage my credit, and claim I'm bad at budgeting.

11:22AM. Hurriedly, these two assholes  mention Catalan, and Tuscan, trying to claim this location as a Nazi Party base, when it's just a fucking bookstore they must suffer to be sitting in. Now marxy. Now mother. Now bucchino (blowjob). Now 'hexamena' ", now capital. Now Brooklyn. I don't know Greek, and I'm not a Pentecostal. Then Alexandra. Now black. Now "naombi" Salo'. Now Hitler. This through a whole series of connections of a certain insistence, then "ha portato Hispanica", some sort of slob speech. Con Edison. There's even a reference to Jon Stewart: in italianate, I expect, so they can develop a paranoia of complicity: some claim that he can be ultimately destroyed by drugs. The drama.

11:35AM. Now "Oh Alessandra ben ti godi, o ti uccidiamo",again,in italianate:
"Oh, Alexandra, you either put out as a whore, or we kill you"
A "Manzer", possible sargeant, maybe not, wearing a brass badge with 4 numbers on it,  arrangement at the 111,if that is her name, but she planted this trash here,since they must be protected by the trash at the 111, Queens. At any rate, their contact.

"Alexandra, ti ho preso" "Alexandra, I caught you"

?

8:25AM. Flashback. The 111, Queens.

Here's the list of Patrol Borough Queens No, as of the time directly above:

AC Pizzuti;
DC Conry;
INSP Sarter;
DI O'Brien -also the name of a professor at Queens College,who once,dressed in black leather,by his motorcycle, said to me that for him I was only a whore. At that time, I had no idea that for him, I was by "race". Guy teaches about AIDS, South Africa Mandela politics, and modernist English literature,literary criticism. Also the impression is that he's Irish, when he's Scottish instead. New York Presbyterian must be his contact.

11:57AM. "An error occurred while trying to save or publish your post. Please try again."

Lost considerable text referring to "Wallace", as a possible confederate connection, and '90's Confederate crisis in Bayside,Queens.

Again: list of Patrol Borough Queens No, from O'Brien:

DI Wallace. When we were living in Italia, in the mid to late seventies, a woman by the name of Helen Wallace, a missionary of something, became a family friend. She claimed to be from Chicago, andno connection to Wallace the governor, was made. I don't know if the 111 Precinct was involved,exploring home owners of the area, since I don't know how long Wallace has been at the 111. Before the '90's there has never been any "racial" conflict in Bayside. In the decade mentioned, things started changing, at least around me. I would go to Staples, and there would be employeesandcustomers gaging the courtesy one manifested toward minority workers. Should these be on the constitutional level, they would be reported as illegal. There was anincredible commerce of children in the Bayside Library, on the same block of the 111, Queens, and it was endemic in the area buses. I even witnessed a small Sub Saharan child, male,carrying apizza box for an adult Klan member, at a Sicilain bakery. The subways were full with Sub Saharan children mentioning how they were going white for a colonel, or whomever. People stalking the area choosing houses that would soon be theirs. Lega and fascist trash threatening to eat people, stalking and bothering me, mentioning my name. It was a fucking nightmare.

12:15PM. Jessica Williams confers what password info she has for this blog to Frank Marzella, who, because of the events in the '90's, a calling card for  their coming out debutante fascist ball, along with my mother, my father's daughter, and the rest of her family, have been fascist ever since, even though it's still illegal in Italia. At least they're more conscious of the coup d'etatist intentions against democracies than the legislative branch in the US, which allows the presence of an American Nazi Party and a resurgence of the Confederacy down south. Even fucking Germany bans Nazi literature.

Back to 111, Patrol Borough Queens:

Capt: Huerta;
CT Deresp No;
LT Mc Kay;
LT Heffernan, which pisses me the hell off,because, when I approached the 111, Queens to file a complaint against criminal (sic) Confederate activity, I was told by a plainsclothes Heffernen that he was a detective,not a Lieutenant. For that matter,an Officer by the name of Granelle, an affliction in the Domestic Violence unit, was an officer, but dresses up as a sargeant for false arrests.

Having listed these people, let's just say I've never had the pleasure of seeing or working with any of them, and who was there altered my complaints to make them illegible, and nonsensical, as a regular occurrence. I've seen and had to deal with accumulations of abductors to psych hospitals based on "race" , I've been hopped on, read thrown to the ground, by cheap uniformed trash ambushing me for a Nazi Mittler, who witnessed me walking out the door from their driveway, for no other reason than me walking out the house, since they live at 48-63 211th Street, one Tudor hut behind us. Today they are organized to insist, for the Royal Crown of England, that I orgasm at "Oh My god!" as if taking an interest in my orgasms would not be seen as prurient due to their  Little Rock, anti integration contacts. Then Eisenhower took an interest. Where is the military now?

8:26AM. I access the innards of the 111, Queens. No one is there, except two people wearing Sargeant bands, and cheap fuzzy brass badges, listing their numbers as four digits only.

There is one woman in plainclothes, a male reading Estrella 3191 in brass, and a woman, reading Manzer, as 4041. I ask the woman in plainsclothes if she has any literature on domestic violence, not being specific about anything. She disappears for an extended period of time. Manzer looks toward the back, saying, in Italian, as the KKKwhore she is, with a Hitlerian complex, and a resentment for Sherman tanks, "presa questa", meaning me, meaning captured as a two good luck Jew false arrest abduction since she uses the past, to throw herself back to masses in Latin as well. I makemy excuses, leaving the area, after she quizzically asks me why I'm heading toward the entrance. I say I'm wearing my coat, and it's hot inside, and I'll step outside for awhile while the fetching of the pamphlets is taking place. I leave instead,crossing the road, and in less than a minute,while recording info of a police auxiliary car,  parked not at the precinct,but across the street for it for a Nazi erotoanthropophagic "chicken" human meat detail, facing South,but parked NE, the woman in plainclothes runs out, nothing in her hands, followed by two uniformed male policemen, to seize me, obviously. I'm at a distance, and they don't look my way.

The police auxiliary car is:
License plate 7872, followed by a lower 09 under it half way. No registration, again, but a Safety Emission sticker of 07249268.

8:35AM. I call 911 wondering if my request for them to connect me to Internal Affairs Bureau, NYPD, could be construed as entrapment. An operator, safely esconced behind her skin through a Sub Saharan US inflection identifies herself as Operator 2324 and connects me directly to a person who in a Middle Class Euro US inflection, identifies herself as Officer  Pier, 9856. I ask,why isn't an officer's amount of digits 5, and she replies that EVERYBODY there knows that I've called before asking that question (there was a debacle with a Cox, and a La Mott who evolved within days into a Lamont, all providing 4 digits, and all claiming to know me). She aks me what my phone number is, I say, hey,that's illegal, when did I speak to you, I never did, and she superciliously asks the 911 Operator, what my number is. The latter violates the law, to save that info on a recording, so they can claimI provided the number myself, when I did not. You can not only make calls to 911 anonymously, but not provide address or personal information to IAB.

8:40AM, at local bus stop. A Jessica Williams -does not let up, places Nazicop orders to the populace at large, thinks erotoanthropophagia and abductions to psych hospitals are a road to success in Hollywood, as a Nazicop snitch, instead of talent as an actress, overall, a poor, furious loser- spy in a picaninny mess of a haircut, is there to tell me this:

"You're surveilled for being a fucking communist, for me and those who I love, yes."

Needless to say, I contacted law enforcement and security concerns, with no one paying attention to me except for those trying to make a meal out of my brain to Indian potentates who see me as a Jewish monkey. After all, cannibalism is Congolese, as a poor person I have no right to my body, or to personal survivor, and she gets up her neck with approximations of J'Adore stretches, thinking that's alternative. Remove the rings and see what control you have over holding your cranium steady. Why not try genital mutilation, then? That's not a bad idea, considering she flings her swollen humid twat as a hunting device toward everybody, willy nilly, and who wants that as a muse in one's mind? I mean, I have better images to focus on, in particular Morandi before the three dimensional alterations available in Google, images.

9:24AM. A Gambino "escaped slave capturer" in an opportune Sub Saharan black, a Jessica Williams contact, comes in the bookstore where I'm shopping, not a brothel by any means, or a Nazi party office, and says, as soon as she walks in:

" Just say we have to know what Alexandra Maffei (that's me) knows and that she's a communist and that she's a nigger."

The only reason why I know what this particular family of escaped slave catchers look like is because a black and white tshirt was paraded before my very eyes in another bookstore, with that face, resembling Peter Lorre, and the writing "Gambino". I mean, one assumes a tshirt with the writing Al Capone would show Al Capone, right? So there you have it.

I've called The Daily Show to report this, and did, to two receptionists, one in a male, another in a female voice, who wanted me to leave a recorded message that, considering the circumstances, could be not only garbled, but have me say I'm holding my ass cheeks hostage, those, along with the rest of the nation's, in an effort to be understood.

I love the show, mind you, and think  Jon Stewart is not only being harmed from within, since, from when I started following the show, and never told anyone I was, I have been requested many, MANY times, even by the police, to say this and that to damage Mr. Stewart's reputation. He does excellent work, and is a cultural icon, challenging all hypocrisies. So it's disgusting to witness people like Bee and Williams trying to enslave his religion to the confederacy (the first) , or darken his race for a fascist confederate plot to make him resemble the semite banker spider "racist" caricature endemic at the first effort of colonization by Europe, in the Modern era, the mid 1800's and on, ultimately bringing about two World Wars, also because they never fucking shut the fuck up.

Mispellings, suturings of one word to another, not mine, but those of a mad hacker, to me insufferable. i did personally spell andsuture check, and all is good, as of 1:35PM on April 4,2013. I can only hope him,her, it, or they develop cancer and die the fuck off, because they're

INSUFFERABLE FUCKING WEIRD CREEPS.

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