Understanding Persecutions: 12.2.13  @ Queens College, City University of New York

Today started with much clamor and rage at the possibility of me asking exactly why my Communication Arts and Science 47 class had been moved to 1984 and shed a grade, from A to B, after much derring herring do, or, the nth break in, no sign of forced entry, that abducted my real transcript, to have it hate me after much abuse and lies of me having deserted it, with a new one, stored in my locked files, snipping and snapping at me like a mad goldfish everytime I lay my eyes on it.

This is what the cat did not bring in at all:

1) Much clamor in the neighborhood from this particular neighborhood's spy huts, directly in contact, in my case, with Maria and Ben Leon, of 33.39 88th Street, Jackson Heights, NYC, Professor Jonathan Buchsbaum, Carol Anastasia, of the Let's Infiltrate the Unions and Kill Anarchist Italian Unionists too Anastasia, and the most recent, and prestigious  pin-up addition, Jon Stewart's office.

2) As soon as I step outside, while still locking my door, a gray car pulls up, with a person, in appearance female, in appearance African American at the wheel, trying to add import to flatulence by making me seem suspect and boy, up to no good, as soon as she pulled up in front of 196.28 45th Avenue, Flushing New York City 11358.3507, started idling, surveilled my hand illegally entering my bag in search for a pen, and, finding none, decided to go back inside, which she met with a howl, shouting I was accessing my mother's apartment, or, "Amelia's" . 

This inevitably led to 911 disregarding my report of NY License plate CJS 4033 harassing me, me not knowing her from a hole in the wall, and wondering why and how she knew the location of mom's apartment in the house. The calls I made tried to establish my name, my location, disregarding that of the offending vehicle, and my need for an ambulance, if I wanted to turn myself in, as a bargaining chip. Here's a list of times:

10.50 > 10.51 > 10.52 > 10.54 > 10.55 > 10.56 > 10.56 .

The delay, in turn, animated a European male I had never seen before, to trespass while I was locking my door, branding hostility from less than two feet away with only a screen door between us as our four postered mosquito netting with a "why were you taking down the license plate of my car?" "why were you?" "I saw you throw dirt in the avenue yesterday!"   -?-   "you're crazy" "CUCKOO!CUCKOO!" .

I locked the door, saying get off of my property, and left. As East-Ho in Euro female  met West-Ho in Philipino male, hopping in his NY plate EYD 4815, a Buchsbaum crossing guard technique, as I discovered later that day, usually in crikly red hair, and female, incarnating in one at Queens College's very own Amanda Nocera, a Savoia and a Whore, as secretary of the Art History Department, with an unhealthy attachment to printed matter in book form, even catalogues, while her relative, Famiglietti, ex Bava Beccaris, waxes for hours on Parker pens, and was last seen @ the 111, Queens to abduct people for an Olympics hecatomb celebration of US commoners to Long Island Jewish Psych ward with Prince William with a lumpenproletariat Jewish hump grafted on his nose temporarily, that functioning as an effective disguise, to deflate Medicaid, Medicare, Social Security Disability, and abortion for the Anastasia to profit from, in night break ins, no sign of forced entry, to replicate either Laura or Rita Hayworth ad infinitum.

As I stood by a U-Haul with no front license plate pulls up in driveway .36 while Euroman is looking out for it in front of .32,to the immediate left of .28.

911 from 11.00 > 11.12AM smilingly spoke of the incident as a "job" and was a Guinness World Record performance of short term memory, when after I described the incident, she could not describe it back, and wanted only to establish, and repeatedly, if I had "met" with the police.

The 13, my bus ride to the college, my get away car, led straight to the 17, where the same animator of  CJS 4033 gray, or her clone, wearing different clothes, boarded, putting even her clothes to good use by advertising fiber pulls and unreasonable carpet cuts jutting a flat brush bristle edge that has no business there that have been occurring, you thought, through serial killers dedicated to the arcane  breaking in, say, to dump dust and hair under one chair leg repeatedly.

On the 13, I'm threatened with metal spikes in the place of a side zipper I saw on a boot with laces up front, thinking, wow, that is so cool and ironic in a Gordian knot, I'm being raided again kind of way, to intimate never EVER mention that boot again since The Tokio-Buckingham Pharaos, not the gang, need to make something of it.

Then, as a message from Merkel, Angela,  a Bonanno landkenecht, finally obese and still badly dressed from razing farms, raping bulls, and German farmers away from their houses (on fire)  and lands (on fire) and children (abducted from synagogues and churches during services in raids for a better inserted war by ambush tomorrow) , from Merkel boards the bus, threatening my food with an empty shopping cart and an elbow jutting in my writing side, saying "Keep on writing. Keep on writing".

as soon as I land on Queens College, CUNY NY DRY 4933 pulls up to lock me up to starve and die of hunger through  inner security Beckford's eye make up, blue with her skin lighting it into slavery, who still finds it in her heart to do her job and tell me where the departments I'm looking for are located.

More portents follow:

A Clint Eastwood in Flemish Dutch who understands do you teach here as you have to ask other people where classes are;

a first EVER, on campus: NYPD squad car with flat license plate 4154 13, the latter duo being good luck for Italians, of which I am also one,

and

after my interview with Buchsbaum, a mini van bus in the same NY police colors, with a familiar Hells Angels face in uniform also well aware of both 4th Street and the lower 30's,everywhere public housing openings are  at that, so I wonder if this is Buchsbaum's private ride.

The interview went as follows:

I wait for two people and Ballsack to get over the "Alex" this "Alex" that;

I get stalked by two other Flem-Dutch by the name of Cornell, both darting me hateful glances because I find their servility in the face of a secretary me a joke, and also a contact to New York Presbyterian, which is also a contact of Kira Glastein, through the Italian Cultural Institute and the Italian Consulate, an Aldo Moro relative, and then you wonder why he was offed before he could murder all of Italian homeowners in hospices after raiding them out of work and location through a false alliance with the Italian Communist Party at the time. The fact that the home invasion happened to me in 1983is also a proof that the tradition continues, like a bad Hollywood sequel trying to conceal ethnic cleansing at best as it can by having it wear Dorothy's red slippers;


I get called into the office, and am greeted by Margaret Thatcher in the award winning film looking like Elizabeth the Second's Duke of Edinborough after he was tanked in a Romanesque cistern for too long. He knows nothing of Carol Anastasia, mentions Maria Leon as a vague recollection for his interpretation of utilitarianism as taught in his electoral college, mentions that Registrar should hunt for the A turned into because he remembers nothing of an A student minoring in Film Studies in the '80's like me, since grading is determined by an average fondling of exams and creative work -Leon stole my film, since she was the actress, with my ex husband who tried to kill me for my house was set loose from an arrest by 111,Queens hair color sextuplets, in the '80s, taking all my film books with him-and not his extensive sittings with Maria Leon, Ayn Cassola at a public lugar nearby, a transvestite bar, meeting up with us in Art Film theaters at least twice, crashing the party at a Chantal Ackerman film, stalking me at The Strand, when I was there buying Alfred Doblin's A People Betrayed and Karl and Rosa, or,for that matter, being the club president of the Film, exactly, Club, attended also by Paul Polivko, the ex, with my proposing ,as the first, Battleship Potemkin, by Eisenstein, whose poster included a drawing of Lenin, was stolen, since Polivko, like Kiev, was Ukranian, half at that,and other avantgarde films, by Rene' Clair, and Cocteau.

He drops, casually, tobacco strands on his blackjeaned flat Ken doll crotch, after rolling a cigarette, to intimate the meeting over. I say, look, there's tobacco on your crotch, why not brush it off, and he confusing me with a Shake Speare, says, well,it'll drop off when I stand to smoke a cigarette downstairs. I think    -Pipe tobacco! Ew!-   and ask him why he has a book on the History of Communism Viking edition on his scholarly shelves, when they altered, in Penguin,  Jane Austen to include a reference to the Middle Class, The fascist Borghese family  and Raids, and also altered Joseph Andrews from a satire on manservanthood into a religious rite of adoration of  what Ballsack calls "filling" a person, which even Jon Stewart had the decency to throw back in a Pre Vatican Mel Gibson kind of way to Penguin, with Maddow, openly on the air,once I established that as my password for his web page, more than a year ago, in less than 24 hours of doing so. Maddow wins the infant to be drawn and quartered since for The Ed Show I chose Jonathan Swift, and she came out of her liquor cabinet that very same day by mentioning, exactly, Jonathan Swift, AND explaining, in detail, and with concern,  to a politically savvy viewer of a liberal 4 hour news comment teevee block on msnbc who exactly Jonathan Swift was. In addition to that, I also mentioned if he was aware that these were absurd alterations to texts, and had he ever witnessed any through his students- I later, on campus,found a political science book available to students in a box listing government as "rule by an elite" and remember how, with Leon,and Polivko, I went to the MOMA where they planned a false version of M with Lorre, to better murder me in a Gloria Steinem coordinated abduction and cannibalistic romp in a Nazi factory in Dusseldorf, or an apartment abduction by a false Jew whore,also thriving on Alessandra Mussolini Pozzuoli coordinated abductions through local Communist Party ventures, at the Time, Bertinotti's Rifondazione, which cast me in a lock up in an apartment whose walls I scaled, with onlookers helping me, also through a false Jew of the Hapsburg Loincloth variation who claimed himself a Trotskyist and a reader of Fernand Braudel, mine own aunt, now estranged, Gaetana De Cristofaro Capulli arranging it all, with acquaintances made during a trip to Napoli Antonello Florio, an entertanment impresario, the singer of the 99 Posse, Emma Fasano, Melinda di Matteo, Gigi Di Chiara and others complaining I cared for Jews too much, eventually, among much else.

To tidy bowl the tenor,

I found a book by Gina Kolata in Ballsack's stash for students, on disease spreading under code Dalton for Maria Leon  to continue giving people,like she did me,103 degree fevers through drink in hatred of Danton and Christian children who celebrate Christmas and are not colorblind dogs;

A Borghese complained I had taken too many cookies from the Anthropology department, and to leave some behind because I did, and went to report that to the Dean of Social something
right away;

Through a Darrel Taylor -a Heidegger backstabbing Husserl out of his Chair because a Jew scholar- Philosophy Department name drop of BallSack's, A Hapsburg ex Jugoslavian head wrap posted a Marilla Morilla Aged as Fine Wine Page Palmer Zaremba altered photo of a professor whose classes I followed and whose son is now a Broadway actor on a bulletin board in the Department after telling me the professor was not there for his office hours, but not being able to keep me from water, if not how could she stop blaming Jews solely for the droughts in Israel when also Calabria is afflicted by other agents, such as the Borbone as well?