Queens College, City University of New York scholarship and its ramifications:

1) "Terrorism by mind": Concept created brothel and resale the student population, along with colleagues, to confederate brothels to slough off the fat in New York City, leaving it for those who descend, racists, and, overall, coup d'etatist elements. An homage to Salem and Elias Kazan, for those with Jerry Seinfeld connections, including Jon Stewart, expanding into a bipartisan Ron Paul Rachel Maddow television, and those trying to break in, since the Peloponnesian wars, into the "system" as minorities.

Tony Gonzales, Chairperson of the Art Department in this country since 1492,and in various reincarnations in Italian televised newscasting as a guest appearance as a gender alterering tree, and in Pakistan as Betullah Me Sud, droned. He threw me out of a 9/11 recruiting class as cheap cannon fodder by claiming I, a professor, filled students with fear, and needed to leave "seats" for younger students. He gave A work in photography a B;

Jonathan Buchsbaum, Media Studies professor, connected to the original group that tried to off me for racial justice, Goebbels style, just for attending college. The resentment accumulated into a murder attempt because my father, also from their area in town, did work for a living.The stage was set by  Paul Polivko, Carol Anastasia of the Anastasia crime family, Maria Leon, who donated as lures a book by Pablo Neruda and one by Arthur Conan Doyle, in case I discriminated by race, and, as an apparition, Ayn Cassola, from the pages of Italian publishing, who was there for the hit with the last name of an author, continued by Elan Portnoy, another tree hater and character from a novel, to be followed, a good 30 years later, by a Baskerville at the East River HRA who had my casework handmaidened by security throughout, did not give me any paperwork at the end of it, asked me questions that made no sense to the case, and has not issued payment hoping to eBay my storage. Buchsbaum, also altering my grade in the class this group accumulated from an A into a B, claiming I needed to go to the registrar to correct this without his paternity proclaimed,me, the creator of Queens College's Film Club, and a person he witnessed many times at the cafeteria with Leon, a Gonzales also, and AKA Cassola, and invited downtown, along with them. One would assume, his name is in the orticultural variety as well, meaning book tree, since money grows not on Jacobin, or US revolutionary calendars, but on the offing of the same through a klan connection who also  committed intellectual theft by naming months honoring unsettling emotions;

Another philosophy professor, with one son in the military and with another on Broadway served for the cover.up by inviting me to gatherings as long as the group was functional, then dropping me as a hot potato when Polivko tried to kill me, figuring the 111 refusing to even take a complaint was good going enough. He now dismisses information I gathered, altering radically the study of the death of  a minister who plotted against Hitler, not only not worthy of comment, but also trumped by a sniffle, since his wife is sniffling too, and could I leave, as soon as I mentioned what I had discovered, after being greeted by the good wish for an ambulance in a paranoid continuation of a hand holding gesture Buchsbaum used when parting with me when I recently went to investigate how he has no recollection of me, Leon, and in particular, the Anastasia family.

Orthodox Jewish students organized immediately after the colloquium to damn me through a ped marriage to ennoble the race whorehouse deal, destroy citizenry, and a non descent easy hit since family members are all involved in the same pro slavery Nazi collaborationist trash by conspiratorial whisperings from an ugly skintone nylon orthodox clad female, to two maled contemporary, then rounded off by a woman swathed in a considerable djellaba because she looks like their slave. relative and in the Middle East they'd know.

A Conference at the Graduate Center on Social Justice statistical data gathering, led, by the time I got there, by another face connected to the Philosophy Department during the Anastasia Anno Zero startoff,  a Heideggerian scholarly position trade off, to give my future employ not to a Husserl, but a Dollfuss through the divine intervention of a pornography and affairs ring. In a class loaded by Maria Leon's compulsive chortling voice, and table cloth plan shits, she gave us no statistical data listings, showed us how she sent emails on data on Connecticut towns and race to who knows what address, with an exhibitionist's titter, and how good she was at pushing buttons, so much so that after I while I started reading The Advocate. This starting at 6.30 in C.196.03 in the library at same yesterday. This coordinated by the elongated CUNY Board all George Wilbur fans since I don't deserve to teach for the same reasons Husserl did not thanks to an intercession by a crew that will say I'm racist because Husserl was a Jew and Philip Roth, who the assistant hair in philosophy studied with, the author of Portnoy's complaint, or an Olimpian Xantippe of his own, is a much, much better writer than I can hope to be.

This of course expands to the shelter, where my roommate is a plant communicating with Jon Stewart, and no matter how much I give weekly paperwork to the director of social services and her assistant since we worked out a situation orally in which Gonzales's relative, a mucus flinger in denial, was rescinded access to me, she issued a reminder of an appointment slip yesterday followed by a failed appointment meet sheet detailing how I was in full violation. The caseworker at Department of Homeless Services claimed would call, and never did, and my roommate here is in a collusion with Brooks at The New York Times to detail how I read the newspaper like a "customer" and plans on extracting my teeth for Bush's ornamentalia. I can't even speak without a molar they're working on moving in my mouth. Urban Justice on its hand so far has claimed case workers are lawyers and redden at me for not descending and presenting my case when Gonzales' team members do a better job organizing them while I'm there at a meet, exposing their side of even the HRA plight. Coalition for the Homeless much the same.

The roommate, by the way, is in the room, on her text machine, under a blanket, way past shelter closing hours, which I'm violating, if one were to be anal, and which she does, for as long as I'm here. Busy transcribing everything I do, including my dress to Robocop for the King Bush Plantation in the future. For now it's a measly non airconditioned Texan ranch, but he needs to parallel democratic success stories for a yellow and black Hapsburg interf*d plan so it works out.