Upcoming: Human Resources Agency throughout New York City employing security to remove clients after employees deny clients their benefits.

Employees refused to accept one client's documentation then called 4 security thugs who also threaten clients with AIDS, to have him removed.
East River Center is a nightmare.

Kennedys as Slavist Confederates & KKK Allies

Discovered Feb 28, 2014 at Cosi' on 14th  after the duo of genital females in their late twenties, one resembling the family's facial continuance in dyed auburn, started speaking the limbo lingo about two tables away. They've been slumming interrupting my internet signal  which dropped about 7 times and chanting about spying newly set password after they broke into the one for this blog, minutes ago. Active with Victoria in Crimea possibly as well.

Here to lure me into the publishing world by calling me "n*gger". They illegally raid and for a future Hapsburg fascist restauration through another spy now estranged from me, my own cousin, Iolanda Tozzi who spyes my passwords as well, claims on facebook her family are both local and state police, and she graduated with a law degree in Milano.

Better This Sail Ships to Troy than Helen, Trust Me, column

For a quick overview of 2.24.14 Columbia University and Museum of Modern Art incidents that precipitated due to this piece, see my timeline, under Alex Maffei on facebook. The picture is a copy of The Vernacoliere, and Italian satirical publication. It says, translated that politicians wanting to open nuclear power plants in Italy should shove the uranium bars us their ass. The collage is a comment on all the break ins,and persecutions well detailed on this blog.

Dialogue overheard at the outskirts of Cairo.

"Sandy day, O' Connor."
"It's the ghibli blowing."
Some Tristate people, on vacation, to make society pay for their emigration from Manhattan since 1850+:
"Huh? What's an O' Connor doing smack in the middle of the Sahara? Hey! Hey! HEY! HEY! O' CONNOR! HEY!"

As a retaliatory quota, or everybody under the sun:

1) Most of County Kilkenny is pregnant;

2) Dolan of the New Saint Patrick Cathedral Dolans grabs at the eggnog carton at mass and can't let go;

3) All of Dublin forgets how to say hello in Gaelic;

4) A Catholic bombs a Catholic;

5) A Northern Irish paratrooper and a Catholic milkmaid kiss and make up;

6) The entire Irish Army disarms;

7) Welsh miners are no longer picturesque;

8) The Queen finally gets a good night's sleep.

Alexandra Sightings, Column

Morton Williams 57th  and some avenue, possibly 7th or 6th.
Code: Prospect scoproerotoantropophagic brothel, as appetizer

Having studied exactly what I buy Yesterday, or, two donuts and a coffee for a quick breakfast, there's an accumulation of two Portuguese man o' war dependant cashiers at the coffee, pissed that I used raw sugar in French vanilla who mention my name in an unerotic whisper telling me to go, get out of there, taking the Degas by their co dependents a high honor.

Upstairs in the dining area, there's an Asian family who tries to pimp me, a woman in a scarf and an old 50's gray coat who tries to pimp me, en English couple at the couch that tries to pimp me, a man in African American who tries to pimp me, a holy family, again in Asian, who tries to pimp me, and a gray haired man who tries to pimp me

and

a Balinese and English Turkish Greek feminine but crass team for Maria Leon, 33.39 88 street, Jackson Heights team in UK English, since the entire family slept with an English diplomat at the time of contact, back in 1985 and boasted about being brought to the Seychelles to continue to do so, who:

1) Start abusing me;

2) Contact Maria Leon on cell after taking two pictures, one with me working at my computer, the other me thinking looking up, saying they'll turn that into dementedness. Now, NOW Jon Stewart will marry her and they can sell his sleen as Jewish;

3) Have the wife of someone famous claim I support the IRA and can be spied for sympathies with the Irish. I do like Dolan and his attitude about eggnog, that is true. The rest, unless I make a public announcement, is really none of their business, or that mind boggling. "Thank you" the code for tracking around me a sympathy for a United Ireland, should people still not connect WWI and the principle of one people, one country due to Elizabeth's interference with thought with her handwandwave. For them the Leon are lapsed Catholics in this particular endeavour;

4) They speak to Maria How ARE you, on the cell within my hearing of course. About 25 years past  last sighting of the Leon? Attempted murder? Time warp and criminal questions far from their consideration, they know the back of my hand like it was Yesterday played backwards by a Mexican karaoke band;

5) The duo states they stole my real estate, they WILL convince the world I have an affinity for farts and fartings, don't call the cops or I'll kill you;

6) They want to pimp me.

Art Students League and the Domesticated Religious Cots project

Also about 9AM, February 19, 2014:

In the full light of the morning volunteer help strikes again. You cannot approach the office without being met by a relative of a wife who calls her co-director husband Mr. because she can't call him "pop" and specializes in Twin Peaks as  documentary as 2013's best even for the MoMA because of the glut, who wants to know, days in advance, exactly who you want to visit, when the policy is you get a visitor's pass on the day you request it, AND organizes with a all your shoe wear and clothing prints are mine spy from Maria Leon of the 33.39 88th Street Jackson Heights, who arranges you as an abducted scopro'd out by force appetizer to a local Nazi brothel arranged even for gays, since the psych internment days are over, by a depleted and suicidal Lady Gaga, who plants male euros with brown hair and eyes of a middle build there also as volunteer help, and who let you understand that there's a local cop car protecting him, by saying your name out loud, followed by a her not me. Attire also is connected to time and its evolution: his green Union cap and jacket switched to black after I filed a complaint, which he was informed of immediately.

Pay Pal Account At Risk!

59th Street and Broadway height, New York City, 9.00AM February 19th, 2014:

Thinking this is Las Vegas in a couple of months, annexed territory of the Fleshtones and possibly The Daily Rickshaw LED as mixed media Marilla Palmer, a descendant of the Catholics and Jews in Ghettos and Pronto  movement,  through public lightings cum audio broadcasts away , enables Hilary-I just REFUSE to add another l- Clinton to thunder, what are you doing in Elan Portnoy's neighborhood again?

Re: February 18, 2014 The New York Times
At Newark Airport, the Lights Are On, and They're Watching You. Diane Cardwell.

Companies who took an interest:
Sensity Systems
Amerlux
Cisco Systems

Carbs Banned from HRA patronized diets:

For Barach Obama, buying a parfait on food stamps is grounds for closure of the HRA case. This information is obtained through Cash register employees who not only detail payments, but shout method of payment within thug hearing, which then constructs teams of country club clad strategists with a homeless ghoul to set in motion, following the criminal, noting very single purchase he or she makes, trying to chase purchaser out of supermarkets with more governmental checks to unknown shores, and barring same from bringing in even a scrap of rice cake in another eating establishment say Subway, because being seen in public when the plan is to disappear the poor and the alone is in full swing.

Local Trouble Based on Race Foundation for False Arrests, in New York City NY:

Alessandra Mussolini has a fascist brothel abduction for scoproerotoantropophagic contract on the dozing, unawares, or easily grabbable subway rider, and more directed aims, such as me, since my mother has a contract on me based on the dictator's niece's old involvement through her criminal organization based in Pozzuoli to declare my mother without issue to defraud me of my share of a family apartment in Napoli;

Through City University in New York, an export through False Arrest situation, to the same brothel, through a Baruch and Hunter college necessarily dual connection:

Baruch, CUNY: Ben Leon, brother or Maria Leon, responsible for attempted murder, mine, through the Anastasia clan, a noted family involved in the destruction of democratic movements, institutions, voters, and countries, including ours;

Hunter College, CUNY: Elan Portnoy with a State Psych Hospital for the obdurate who still claim justice is equal for all without realizing, poor wretches, that understanding how lower race typefiers work access to court only with irregularities is actually a criminal act, not constitutional archeological digs, thus easily avoided unless catastrophe strikes, or those involved are in a feeding frenzy.

The Empire Building Strikes Back, or, how podunk 111 Precinct Queens Cops plan to grow the building big with bombs, use names, addresses, passwords connected to, say shows like anything on msnbc through Maddow, blame this pool for false arrests because Wilma next door bakes a better blueberry pie than her, then will switch from their bibs and feeding spoons and wear officer uniforms in the next war they provoke as retaliation.

Details to follow:

Whole Foods: A dyed blonde plastic resembling a State Department Rice, 111 Officer Daniels, local specialist in false arrests arranged from the Mittelr's driveway, light brown haired acolyte, and a Golden Dawn piece of trash plastic from the first Spielberg Harrison Ford series, his first wife sit at a table they know I'll use-a long standing tradition, since, at 196-37.39 45th Avenue Auburndale they, like the Chechen fundamentalist leader, thought they'd do well simulating the features of an Israeli commander published in Time Magazine, Special Volume, same as the Boston Marathon bomber's face, and same as a cheap imitation of Avigail, an Israeli gangster they imitated, from the same address, and for the Royal Crown of England, a long tradition, since two Hungarians like the Mittlers at 48.63 211th Street Bayside Hills, NYC look like Sting and Elizabeth Taylor.

They try to start a fight, talk disgusting where the Polish live comments, baby goes to clubs and is interested in kindergarten kids too, mention my name continuously with disgust not even expecting a response, but putting in time to be seen around me, so they can say, at a later date, that the 24/7 instances of stalking, name mentioning etc are way too frequent to be anything but true.

The dyed oil slickbaby boasts  she uses my social security card- I had about six, all gone from my files-stolen by Maria Leon, @ 33.39 88th Street, Jackson Heights, NYC, says 'Alehandra we need to know what you do because we're weird cops' start discussing schools in their zone, my social security card again, then start discussing kindergarten kids, reminding me of the Little Red Schoolhouse job Maria Leon claimed she had, without a proper degree, but then again that Anastasia team dropped all college classes except for the ones they were taking with me for a sweeter murder deal for my house. She says she's a career criminal, they steal children and are 'integrated' in the police department, gets on the cell quickly to warn Daniels, whom she calls 'Danielle' that I'm also using my cell, and admits to murdering Hoffman with an overdose of heroin during a night break in, no sign of forced entry, laughing, saying she needs the money. Her cell plays a whistle I've been hearing around me for the past month, then Indiana Jones says 'thinking of you 5% became 10% of worth', starts organizing again for the Trader Joe's v Whole Foods job, and gestures toward me, intimating her annoyance and disgust at having to even sit next to me, her 'Chewabacca' which I've heard here, there, everywhere for the past 13 or so years...

Maria Leon lives by 34th Street, which in Nazi works out to Avenue, and approached me at Queens College along with Carol Anastasia, Paul Polivko to murder me for my house, and because I created a film club and showed Eisenstein, Clair, Cocteau, and should not have. He was covered by the same podunks, 4 in number and with same hair color as the light brown haired Daniels contact, with nary a complaint recorded. On top of which after that Leon disappears from the college, Anastasia disappears from the college, Polivko dropped all the classes except for the ones I was in without telling me, and they all knew that my father was a musician, which I never told them, and that he had been at the opening of the Empire State Building as the musical director for CBS at the time. Johnson's connections there are also collecting me as a pizza bearer to the gods for the fun of calling me a whore, when I'ma university professor.

so I thinks....

Hey Sparky, Susan Hammond, the executive director of the National  Association of Women Artists yanked the price list right out of my hand!

"Small Works Exhibition":  reminiscent of Hitler's takeover of Austria by the kaiser's greater Germany, brushstrokes were so engaged in a charade of Jailhouse Rock  they made even the most firmly convinced pacifist yearn for monumental style. Put together to avenge Sarah Smelser's share with me, which made it into the juried show only because of her love for Adolph Gottlieb, the rest of the stuff, besides tritely beating me as collage metaphor for a dead fish-horse to stuff their mouths with in a torture chamber after my teeth have been substituted with a gold safety pin and filling me as the n-word, missed the mark, like all good subservient women, feminist in the north, poisoners of Yankees down south, must, will and should.

Abstract pieces luring for a starved version of process-I stuffed my face on brie, other cheese, crackers and dip, some 7 Up and seltzer, introduced to me by none other than Elan Portnoy, for his mother, whom he consulted on whether to carry through our relationship after a quick check-in with the 111, Queens. While avoiding  mineral depleted purified water and sulfites stuffed wine, I thought of how the Queen of England could sell another escrutcheon to somebody with toilet paper and a synagogue as symbols, then I thought how these artists must refuse to wean Japanese dogs since the market for turning nineteenth century immigrants into children's toys as sailing steerage ships with a masthead on a skate was a new painting is dead, sculpture is a mere reminiscence of woody.

For that matter, birds in various phases of badly rendered niponaise tints were paired not with Magritte's foot and boot, but with a creepy darkish bloody hand, but with clean fingernails, and a sleeping? woman in a rounded off hood. Yearnings for a tribal past crossed over in an abstracted dream catcher's drum net, staggering cheap beads in the world of direct reference. For those really, really upset by Lockean politics, you had the spirit from the flesh  manifest in beautiful ornament, still beads, and glass spheres, but attached to the origin, a physicality reduced to pierced, weighted down wings, showing you what's what in the world. Again, the repetition of clothing in beads, stitches, stitches of hair, paired with the anger I roused at daring to eat, in and of itself, exploded in a hoop rug version of a necessarily by gender befuddled woman, enamored by her pickaninny hair, the ultimate trickster tool to yield against natural law. In an effort to plug Sears Christmas catalogue sales of plastic paperweight tumbler kits for children there was a triptych encapsulating on one side a house, on the other non kosher seagull erotic bakery intentions, with you, in the middle, trapped as a waterbug whore. For that matter, another piece called Storm went explicit since Gloria Steinem's opening to the confederate as feminist concept, and slapped a bad old mushroom in the attic of a representation of a house, poison being the only refuge for a slave from the brutal beatings of the elements symbolized in jabbing red and yellow blue pastels on the outside of the shacky construct with a side staircase, evil be to opera one and all.

Isabella Pizzano -sic-reveled in the unfinished perfection of her miniature dreaming of netsuke England, with Sue Barras Piermont Morning the silver frame with too wide a stroke, because of the bay's peacefulness.

So, Susan Hammond, irritated that I did not give the time of day to a female child, also shrunk, who had to ask permission from her confederate scrappy father to taste the cheese, while her mother was there to gender befriend me with a smile on an Old New York Concentration Camp for Yankees face, and even more irritated that I asked for the price list, one of at least five, available to the public, from that very same confederate fool, who was holding on to it for dear life, and crunched up too, had a series of women ask me as a Southern gentleman would to fork it over, to which I said no, until I drove her to distraction and she yanked it out of my hands.

Oh, besides their bad art, Marilla Palmer was their other  masthead against me throughout the evening as the non-welter weight contender to?

Back as cold weather...

latest events

my neighborhood and people connected to the buyilding find me so enchanting they can't refraid from trying to start a fight and have placed bets on who can wage the mother of all, this thanks to an influx in the area by a Marilla Palmer hot on the chase of an italian that will not get away from her punishement of me being Italian; some traffic cops running off as soon as I grab my cell to report them after they state they can't wait to enslave me; noxious crowds unexplainable in the neighborhood unless everybody died and was substituted by an alien invasion of pods overnight, with some of whom actually accessing buildings to simulate a habitation so foreign to them they bristle at the lack of grime and subterranean stinks, but away from my sight, which is also puzzling due to their characteristic brash boldness ;

criminal accumulation of the murder hit gone bad Anastasia, who, supported by thug slavist Jews Arline Lasberg, & Elan Portnoy think they can make up for lost time by stalking me with every single nazifascist confederate concealed or unconcealed organization  fan and, by mentioning my name, can imply I know them, isolate me, and kill me, in boast, or the donning of anarchist flag colors red and black around me, to recall how they murdered Peter Panto an italian anarchist union organizer at the beginning of the 20th century. Latest attempts involve a bold, brash move: they seated at a public table of Morton Williams on 57th a team of trash that paralleled exactlly in organizational, how they arrange to infiltrate classes in schools, get close to their target, drop classes after the approach, why waste time? and try to kill the hit, covered by their contacts in the local police department. Now for school jobs they use SAT as terminology, invaded the Art Student's League yesterday,staging false organizing for 31. something millions, connected to a building next door, which they claim is going to be as tall as the Empire State Building and gave the name of Ex something, when the company is instead a Broadway Local one, involved in sacralizing African burial grounds, and improving life in New York City. They infiltrated the 111, Queens, with a tenant of my mother's family, Japanese posing as Korean, and accept every single contact from everybody interested in watching an Italian die, or be eaten, or what have you. Yesterday to keep me from taking classes the same in female form appeared asked by a younger version if she should call me in. She said no yesterday, today was to witness a Black Skins White Masks collusion extending to England's infiltrations to kill people directly in precincts and connected cover ups making my name, acting in shock, so that they can claim, again, that I'm bombing the Empire Strikes Back as Chewabacca, as the disgruntled daughter or an Italian artist who was oh shock! at the opening! which my father never told me, Carol Anastasia knew when I did not know about the Anastasia, at Queens College, CUNY in the early '80's with her ex boyfriend mentioning how my father was a recording artist on a Scott CD, when I had never even mentioned once that my father was a union musician, who worked as an orchestra director for CBS. I discovered dad's presence at the opening in a book on the Empire State Building I just happened to glance through and that's how I understood how my father was target of the same crime family, and annexed, since they specialize also in infiltrating unions and destroying democracies worldwide.

So, lately, namely since yesterday, also, a Bushwick infiltration backed by Lasberg paraded its new vacant female look as a Lega Hapsburg piece of trash discussing southern italian dishes in my presence for about twentyfour hours, with a 'lasagna' thrown in also by Jon Stewart's wife who will make us all her n-word slaves some happy day, when she can reel in my ideas to taylor her husband's ascent to millions at Ranch Beverly Hills my existence being nothing but an in joke some happy day, which Marilla Palmer is working in the world of song with a grueling reminder to avenge her of my falling asleep in boredom of her shouting outside my house, now in the "wake me up when it's over" encaustic, in which she not only simulates her being the origin of the attitude, but in the second verse, bristles the singer's rage at the affront in a nice murderous riff.

So today I discovered that my mother is still out to murder me, a consoling thought, and with Alessandra Mussolini money,through who knows what false arrest sequence once the 31 point something blow up the "syringe" on 34th, which the Japanese tenants involved in real estate cornering, home invasions for human finger eaters from South Carolina, and a heroin market which I assume grows its fine products in Turkey or thereabouts, making them not only Koreans, but Kurds.

It's hard for me to drum up even the slightest sympathy for people so cruel they organize my murder within feet of me, including schoolchildren they get to make my name, if they are schoolchildren, and not just teams of children gathering momentum on subway platforms for church chorus' sake.

Will the Art Student's League point their dirty finger at me, including the 60 something instructors when the building comes a tumbling down is anybody's guess: that was implied yesterday by an avalanche of unsigned flyers lining the elevators, and posted by the cafeteria, whose WiFi was blocked, muich like my access to WiFi is at New York Public Libraries, Barnes and Noble stores, Whole Foods, the Art Student's League, Morton Williams, and a smattering of others, by a mere tug of a plug, by sympathetic staff for about a couple of cents and a taste for a new nobility, which the Anastasia are working on, or namely...

this coat of arms, seen yesterday on a banner publicized by the Lasberg thug on the Bowery as an ersatz party banning artists from Bushwick, to favor a thriving heroin trade instead:

By the Queen of England! Once the US is a new absolutist tyrannical oligarchy, and even then, oligarchy...

black on white;
a sword with a vaguely samurai curve crossing in a confederate reminder a baseball bat

which brings to mind fine reminders of Howard Beach and beating of slaves of any color, since I'm destined to the same end, and their teams, as in Morton Williams DO include a religiosly organized non uppity subjected race sub saharan, kept dark for the cliecheed reminder of a people who became a race as a boast for importing them out of their own country, eyewitness as I am, and for that matter, audible as they are, for whatever invulnerability to kriptonite they may believe to have, along with a curio seeker's need to get close to their chosen appetizer in the wild.


Jessica Williams out-topped herself by fictionalizing a Morton Williams WiFi connection at the Art Student's League yesterday, and arranging for a chat rep inhabiting the self of my computer's brand to call himself Martin W. while I was at Morton Williams way too far to show a signal, but reminiscent of the chain's ex presence next door to the Stiglitz"Steerage" "Flatiron building"-O'Keeffe attended League, where the n-word interpreted burial grounds are being built.Tee hee hee. See waht actresses caliming to being anarchist upstarts at the Citizens Upright Brigade venue can do for the Napoleonic campaign? Steinem does do it better: as the Ms Girl, she's accepting applications from fascist, nazi, confederate slavist but women, and upholds Alessandra Mussolini's resentment of the rape of a Hapsburg fascist because of notions of race, justifies mine and my death for being a too violent nothing, and sees Claretta Petacci as a sad casualty that never should have been shot against, along with Benito Mussolini, since eating me after capturing me forcing me to force feed on shit, is my inevitable destiny as a commoner. I'm dying to see what her coat of arms looks like: falloppian tubes twice removed from any conduit, apparent or invisible whatsoever. There's a suggestion box, still not gratuitous after all these years it's come a long way.

The US is a great, great country because of its people

Guess Why I Have Trouble Finding a Job Column:

President Bush inaugurated the slow drone you hear, repeating people like Nazis did while packing cars for concentration camps. The reasoning is:

George Bush is slow, so should the rest of the nation should be too.

And it is SO Nazi technology. 



Other consequential news of the day: Miley Cyrus, bares a nipple because it reminds her of Marilyn, and Kim Kardashian dons black leather undies.

how a terrorist is created

Object: destroy the Empire State Building

Motivation: my father was at the opening as an artist. He needs to be punished for such arrogance as a lower race, so I'm arranged as the terrorist who will plot to do so;

Personages of varying importance contributing:

Arlene Lasberg, employed all day at stalking spying and trying to get me ejected from locations because isolation and lack of friendships will contribute nicely to the arrangement. A 111 Queens arrangement as an acquaintance, as in retrospect, I discovered all trash accumulated in my life since college, if not before, which includes Greg Allen, Elan Portnoy, the Leon, who at least have a semblance of an excuse at claims of knowing me, even though it was barely an acquaintance which has not been continued collectively, since 2000 or so. But their connection was also Kissinger, which brought in Clinton, Bush and Obama as terrorist creators for the fun of it. The most amusing is Marilla Palmer, who knows everything about be, and who I have never even seen alive within a 10 mile radius of me, ever, and who sustains me as a pederast, a spy, whatever she needs to cover up for for herself, including a Saddam Hussein connection.

Just to illustrate the absurdity of such friendships, the first wave accumulated without being even enrolled in college, in a film class through Jonathan Buchsbaum, who led democratic institution destroyer Carol Anastasia lead a team of trash including Leon, Polivko, now at Channel 7 as a librarian, to try to kill me for my house, which went without nary a police complaint for consequential reasons. Their interest was wet because I started a film club showing avant-garde same, such as Eisenstein, Rene' Clair, Cocteau. That same absurd bunch is here in Hispanic, at the Moma, even today, to resent modern art, spy on its visitors, and shout loudly, especially Leon, that a heartful avant-gardist as her now wants to force all of the US to switch to 2/3 soul gesuitism and pronto ;

I need to arrange for a change of address for magazines?

1) I don't read them. I pay for them for someone else to read as a slave;
3) Di Blasio who just announced that for Crown Terrorism, and its KKK, fascist, confederate connections, through Anastasia and Palmer, has offered me as prey for their insults,assaults, would be terrorist claims, racism, and overall harm to enslave me eventually, demean me as an Italian- they dirtied my cds Mermaid Avenue and Italian world music with sperm with people like Strummernews' Tammi Peterson covering for it without even knowing me- and show me what's what, this for the entire city of New York;

3) A coalescence of Rachel Maddow, Elan Portnoy, Katrina van der Heuvel, google, msn, yahoo displays The Nation's address as followed by UK, to illustrate how they contribute to having US citizens abducted for the whim of Crown terrorists, such as the KKK, and their loose fascist, Nazi, confederate collusions, and Long Island Jewish through a white supremacist Ellen Hinds, or I should say, also through. On those search engines, The Nation has become .com with a uk or a Samantha Bee .ke for her new Kentucky abductions for the Queen of England and the rest to murder home owners, much as they tried to do with me through Anastasia, and abduct the children to Nazi brothels. Mittler and company at the 111, Queens pedophile and know adoption agencies just for that. I've seen houses in the area with new tenants overnight, and all this for the glory of a new blitzkrieg in the future. One family with yard toys visible on the NW of 211th between 48th and 50th disappeared, to be substituted by a van with dark dangly haired appliance fixer uppers, much like Mittler's mechanic husband, and I had never seen matching hair until a team of about 4 to 6 policemen escorted Polivko to safety after he tried to murder me. No sign for sale of the house, no moving trucks, nothing but the presence of Mittler's cheap trash filth in the house.

Patti Smith sent a spy over to see if I was crying.

brief overview of the last few days

shelter team infiltrated by Maria Mittler am spied openly even when making my bed. Pain in mouth, the right molar parallel to the one which in 2011 they stripped a 10mm piece of gum from, so now that makes me a trophy to deface for people like Jon Stewart, believe it or not;

he in turn is covered by the local communist party, who find it an expedient thing to do via donations;

the molar as I was saying, is sore and sensitive to temperature. I don't have a cavity in my mouth.

Stewart will stop at nothing to make me a whore;

no one, not a soul has ever contacted me about these occurrences, covering the entire political and charitable spectrum. All well aware of the situation, they have kept away, disregarding my blogs, both in English and Italian, not contacting me through made available emails and telephone numbers, not even for a question concerning events, except for Michael Moore and just to make my testimony unsustainable.

With two ersatz cops with ersatz badges my way today, sperm found on my Mermaid Avenue CD,books gone,harassment continuous allowed by everyone as long as I'm the stalked object, this to the point of having to stand listening to cheap Nazi trash swilling how New York will be made into a concentration camp called Old New York, with Steinem offering consolation even to Nazi torturers but offering me as a quota for her high life,

not only will I not lift a finger for your businesses, charities, political institutions, but will make you accountable nationally and internationally for your crimes, and when it comes time for another Grant and Marshall, won'task them to stop at plantations.


Still counting on you after all these decades of your fucking filth thrown my way, for a kaleidoscope of reasons leading much to the same razed salted earth: your actions.

I've done nothing wrong. All this extravaganza was just to defraud me of about 800 thou  in real estate legally mine. You sell out for that vast amount, swill is what you get.