911 Orgasms on the Phone in African American Ethnic Middle Class as a Response to an Attempted Abduction by Infiltration in the Fire Department New York Ambulances, after Hate Crime defining me a "mafiosa" by Italian Lega Spies in the US.

I step outside for errands at 8:48AM today, July 16, 2013, the event being so extraordinary it transforms the average 2010's June Cleaver into a mother accompanying her brood to Saint Nicholas to rekindle in their hearts the educational division and listen to the bell toll a Greek Orthodox version of Big Ben, reminding everyone that the Houses of Parliament are a spit's throw away from The Towers of London, and the Iron Masque. As I walk by on the opposite side of the street, the mother daughter team manage a whisper not only addressed to me, but loud enough  to hear " Devi finirla di spiare per la cosca. Devi spiare per me.", meaning: "You need to stop spying for the Camorra. You have to spy for me." This, necessarily by their Ford,  maroon as the nearest they could come to Alabama's Crimson Tide,  New York white and blue license plate ARH- 4238.

A woman with two children follows, going the same direction, and thinks I'm afraid of them as I look in their direction once they get to Saintly Nicks and come chasing after me.

I make 9 phone calls to 911, in the space of 15 minutes, all responded to by an African American Ethnic Middle Class Ethnic Female Voice In Her Perennial Early Thirties, with the exception of one man, same ethnicity, one version of which actually moaned an orgasm after asking me the address twice. The rest, including the man, did not deem this a matter of note, or police investigation. By the time I got through to 911 the coast was deserted, leaving only me there not that easily impressed by the appearance of an FDNY ambulance that did not speed past me heading West, U turned one block ahead, by a Catholic Church, then backtracked toward me, eyeing me from the driver's seat window, then deciding to loiter for no reason exactly where ARH-4238 was parked, at Saintly Nicks two blocks down, SE corner.

There was more, including name making, me, by a Sakina Jaffery to a Mayra Rosario at Citibank Flushing 38-17 Main Street, where no banking transaction tickets could be found, and an April Park threatening me with impeded access to my funds if I offended her by protecting good Citibank personnel from job loss due to hate crime and a coordinated attempt, by Maria Mittler as well, and a Staten Island College, CUNY, German-Italian crime organization with infiltrations on Bell Boulevard, Bayside, and a Kennedy connection to the Precinct by Lexington and 68th, which inserted Lega -an Italian party (concealed Nazi Raid illegal genocidal teams, specializing in New York City, thanks to a Rockefeller, Anastasia, and Jefferson Davis with access to John Jay  aegis-with spies in the detective department of said precinct-Hunter College, also CUNY,is less than a block away) into the same subway car as me, with an heir of that German Italian team mother of a Jefferson Davis Richard the III type, in stupid Podunk black and even dumber sun glasses in blue and black, mouthing I was crazy after I started saying that the Lega detective was insulting me as a coffee drinker (southern Italian) ,with a filthy Hapsburg indebted child saying no no in Austrian and leaving the train among with her adult companion, for a gassing expedition arranged by a non-structured,re-alternative, gas punctured left nostril whore with gay slicing and diceing while not overtly bashing short short hair, then puffed on top in an homage to aphrodisiac nazifascist and neo confederate cannibalism, offending me with a pizza box.

Whole Foods Bowery did its best to not identify the coffee I bought as not decaf, at the register, charging me more for calling that to her attention, constructed a two paned mirror by the oil bottles through a Heidrich, the same good Irish cops would smash in bars whenever they caught Margaret Sanger staring in them.

I was Pol Potted by a Court Jap Hirohito guy at the entrance, and figured that Davis, Anastasia, Colonna, Mott, Este,Rockefeller, Reinhart had fans at a Spring Street and Mulberry Street bar that was happy about flinging people abducted from Africa to the sharks for the confederacy, and thus funded and founded Fort Bragg, which still feeds on us to this day.

Spring is green, Frank Marzella's son married a Springly, "adopted" an allegedly  satanic cult escapee named Autumn in his late teens, early twenties, how I don't know,and the Lega wears green, they say for Verdi, but who knows what Nazi Spring street.

Seems like Rockefeller Anastasia are false Jews as "Levy" and, through Honeywell, plan on claiming I'm Juan Valdes escaping the Migra, well deserving of a Nazi Me-HI-co concentration camp instead. This also through civil court at "111 Centre Street".





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