electoral fraud, The Entire USA by 2014 Tour :
in Italian, at TeLeGrAfItE.typepad.com. Interference with publication on facebook.
post will follow this synopsis by tomorrow:
Jeb Bush favored by pork belly slavists and the Hirohito crowd in New York subway arrangements;
the democratic candidate as of yet anonymous to spice things up , organized by race exterminating experts of the genocide against one.s own set.
update will occur sometime around 6.2.14
tired of trite, bored by braggadocio, left and right puzzle alike? here.s a social satire and culture blog testing strained ethics all pre2010 posts stolen. I prohibit relatives, their fans from: me, contact, all administrative claims to decisional power or profit from info about me, in manners life, legal, medical, wear, social, intellectual or work, property, body, organ disposition, postmortem, alien to me. post hacking, slander is constant for slavery, torture and death also mine.
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Friday, May 30, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
next. how the Italian consulate on 690 park avenue is directly involved in voter and real estate fraud, through the state police carabiniere at the entrance who denied there's an election on may 25 2014, having me filmed for a porn video outside the consulate by an Asian male in an NYPD uniform, nameplate Law but with 4 court officer digits and a spy cam attached to his left lapel, laughing at me while saying the man had been called there by them and the emergency number replier who kept telling me I couldn't vote for the European elections. Law ridiculed he had the right to film me, based on the 2nd amendment
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how IAB sent its team of goons on 5.15.14>5.16.14 in squad cars to support my mother's refusal not only to honor a verbal promise involving real estate, but a need to support that with a psych hospitalization.
5.15.14. As I leave my house, and my apartment from which I had been illegally evicted by same, a highway car follows. Later that night, less than two blocks from my shelter, The Stadium, a 111 car duo sitting in a pizza place refused to indicate who had caused damage to the car, and said they were on tour and a paramilitary unit.
5.16.14. Seen as leaving the shelter, a 111 car parked to its side. At the Italian consulate, the incident with "Law" occurs followed by another 111 precinct car marked traffic special ops engaging in friendly banter with a shaved head fascist with license plates North Carolina, JUN something, possibly connected to Junio Valerio Borghese or, a member of a fascist team operational against allied forces after Italy had gone to war against Nazis in *43>*45.
Gloria Steinem sustains Maria Leon.s thesis that Axis.n.Allies were two fronts to WWII all fighting for genocide through us fools. Where Maria Leon is is irrelevant. The question who amuses in wait of the happy ending.
Internal Affairs has been obstructing justice concerning this report since the 15, not returning calls, and slapping the same person to answer calls waiting for harm to sink in so deep I.ll believe he.s my friend too when he asks how are you feeling today after inventing my report in nonsense repeatedly.
dress rehearsals for the coup d.etat coordinated also for now by maria leon
exerpt from Everybody Else Is A Confederate Nazi But Me Tears Of Youth, Collected
5.22.14@aboutnoon. The following portents exhuded:
An Equadorian pimp in Cuban heels trailing me less than a foot away on Canal declares me his Dega 2 doughgirls amble by with a friendly smile a girlfriend waves Poland Spring as I eat chocolate vanilla frosted donuts as proof of her reproductive worth also wearing a beatific smile arched in a you.ve been fooled motif a kaffiya in blue with fashion sequins multitasks rag on window to remind me I may eat lard today tomorrow she.ll exterminate the entire pork species a Sacred Heart in athletic gear team of juveniles on a school trip politely refrain from taking chances and invade Roll and Go $1 Pizza to discover it.s already Hispanic and everybody knows better.n me not to use the free WiFi
exerpt from Everybody Else Is A Confederate Nazi But Me Tears Of Youth, Collected
5.22.14@aboutnoon. The following portents exhuded:
An Equadorian pimp in Cuban heels trailing me less than a foot away on Canal declares me his Dega 2 doughgirls amble by with a friendly smile a girlfriend waves Poland Spring as I eat chocolate vanilla frosted donuts as proof of her reproductive worth also wearing a beatific smile arched in a you.ve been fooled motif a kaffiya in blue with fashion sequins multitasks rag on window to remind me I may eat lard today tomorrow she.ll exterminate the entire pork species a Sacred Heart in athletic gear team of juveniles on a school trip politely refrain from taking chances and invade Roll and Go $1 Pizza to discover it.s already Hispanic and everybody knows better.n me not to use the free WiFi
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Friday, May 09, 2014
Fidel's Homecoming Queens, the Gonzales
In an effort to fit in, since the tail end of the 50's, Castro jumps on an Iberoamerican bandwagon project that has finally left indigenous populations of both north and south of the continent behind even if not alone. Palabras Magicas, shown at the Museum of Modern Art on Mayday, had Ingrid Bergman the 5000th as Mercedes Moncada Rodriguez send us all to hell by way of tongue for having knocked the ethnic out of Nicaragua even if Reagan made an Apology pro Contra Sui a United States experience. Within that, and among shots of cemeteries, Nicaraguan children living in slums and liking them while thinking of beating small dogs in a landscape of drowning Jacobin, American revolutionary trees, and burning reminiscences of Kennedy's Sea of Tranquility as smoldering devil's cauldrons, sexually exhausting the atmosphere to remind us of the environmental dangers of methane,
within that, I was writing, lurks a clip of a Fidel with arms folded, yawning, and a neighboring Ortega just to remind us all that both Nair, creme hair bleaches and eventually hair dyes will die out genetically and will never ever be accepted in the revolution, let alone non.confederate or non.nazi gays, easily done, since for them, reduplicating strength mostly means a night about town, unless Darrell Issa starts mentioning a fondness for children and animals again as the opening bang for the next crusade. The Gonzales of Queens College, along with the Leon, and the Carol Anastasia have ventured forth on the same project covering all bases, in the East Village as Ru Paul fans, in Elmhurst hospital as whoever is mounting the Entire United Nations and in the subways as Goebbels aficionados seeing who would unclasp alms without exhibiting a nervous tic, while playing a violin.
North Korea's very own Jong Un thought he'd unleash his two cents by slamming a grateful Obama with racist slurs, an equally grateful president of South Korea with misogynist references to herself, to finally clarify how his title of king is not a reference to Lenin's princely past that Hapsburg Jews can claim as their own terrain, finally relieved they can contract all of New York City as slaves to fascists as the good old times, but, really, applicable as strategic famine and if not, palatial expansion of the Bourbon in the Americas, starting from plastified hamlets like Jackson Heights in New York City, where, should you need to consult a subway transfer at Roosevelt you're immediately swarmed by short people with shorter strollers, family units bitchy in Queen Sophia's Italian, and adult simulating a European background by wearing patrol officer uniforms decorated by a creative concept in digits, busy claiming their stare is looking at you and expressing verbal grunty squeals of "one", "race", and "you're it".
In an effort to fit in, since the tail end of the 50's, Castro jumps on an Iberoamerican bandwagon project that has finally left indigenous populations of both north and south of the continent behind even if not alone. Palabras Magicas, shown at the Museum of Modern Art on Mayday, had Ingrid Bergman the 5000th as Mercedes Moncada Rodriguez send us all to hell by way of tongue for having knocked the ethnic out of Nicaragua even if Reagan made an Apology pro Contra Sui a United States experience. Within that, and among shots of cemeteries, Nicaraguan children living in slums and liking them while thinking of beating small dogs in a landscape of drowning Jacobin, American revolutionary trees, and burning reminiscences of Kennedy's Sea of Tranquility as smoldering devil's cauldrons, sexually exhausting the atmosphere to remind us of the environmental dangers of methane,
within that, I was writing, lurks a clip of a Fidel with arms folded, yawning, and a neighboring Ortega just to remind us all that both Nair, creme hair bleaches and eventually hair dyes will die out genetically and will never ever be accepted in the revolution, let alone non.confederate or non.nazi gays, easily done, since for them, reduplicating strength mostly means a night about town, unless Darrell Issa starts mentioning a fondness for children and animals again as the opening bang for the next crusade. The Gonzales of Queens College, along with the Leon, and the Carol Anastasia have ventured forth on the same project covering all bases, in the East Village as Ru Paul fans, in Elmhurst hospital as whoever is mounting the Entire United Nations and in the subways as Goebbels aficionados seeing who would unclasp alms without exhibiting a nervous tic, while playing a violin.
North Korea's very own Jong Un thought he'd unleash his two cents by slamming a grateful Obama with racist slurs, an equally grateful president of South Korea with misogynist references to herself, to finally clarify how his title of king is not a reference to Lenin's princely past that Hapsburg Jews can claim as their own terrain, finally relieved they can contract all of New York City as slaves to fascists as the good old times, but, really, applicable as strategic famine and if not, palatial expansion of the Bourbon in the Americas, starting from plastified hamlets like Jackson Heights in New York City, where, should you need to consult a subway transfer at Roosevelt you're immediately swarmed by short people with shorter strollers, family units bitchy in Queen Sophia's Italian, and adult simulating a European background by wearing patrol officer uniforms decorated by a creative concept in digits, busy claiming their stare is looking at you and expressing verbal grunty squeals of "one", "race", and "you're it".