My trip to Grand Army Plaza Brooklyn Library

Notwithstanding assurances, my blog is still banned at the library for child pornography so that Palmer can seize any children I may have at any possible date she sees fit, or Steinem''s team who offer her on top to the right for having aquired white status from the klan or slaves with her on top to the left;

I'm seated next to an Obama spy, on at 09
and a Samantha Bee, my GOD vary the theme! procuress abducting to brothels in confederacy hotspots, on at 07

Turns out Obama is also behind the illegal switching of accounts even connected toi real estate property to one person, in joint accounts and the above, missing jessica Williams but not by much stealing money from same at 100 dollar hits, or about 70 in false bank fees. Their team, which cannot let me go, tried their hand on my new bank account by refusing to issue me a Human Rights Campaign debit, done for Rachel Maddow, who will maybe stop at making me a Bin Ladin follower to keep me from accessing her pewter and an insider who pops on her show now and again, for his own quotas;

On my way to this den of perdition, one idiot in African American surround sounded me to claim Obama his theocratic religious country

A woman pushing a stroller lying claim for  everywoman the role of at home providers graced  by Steinem's will, who puzzles at to whom will care for infrastructure after the overthrow will make her a godhead storing all female decision making power and upper authority in her lack of fat

An SUV bigger than Argentina swerving slightly toward me for United States of Spanished to teach me a lesson

A security guard, also Spanished, who is guaranteeing computer room cats as evil calling by team Obama Steinem and Maria Leon of 33-39 88th Street Jackson Heights, who is going to do her Mighty Whitiest by barring me all access to Human Resource Administration until her brother marries me to stop me from reading street signs and having me engender a mixed race baby he can gorge on with his mouth, or have his master do so

I'm still wondering why this collection of coasters have been inventing everything about me, and still are at it, when I call them to task or explanation they never respond, and yet they know more about me than I do myself