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

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

and

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

can.t modulate as title in lower case breakingnewts now 

bre Aki n. g  neWt s

thedelayiskillingme

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".

3.00-4.00PM Whole Foods Bowery: 111 strikes again

the murderers of Hoffman in his sleep were here spying for the gratuitous pleasure of sheer Nazi confederate slavist  trash what passwords I use, where I put my cards, and also switched ether the cover or alter a book I had borrowed from Brooklyn Public Library, a bio on Lenny Bruce, now the fucking trials of Lenny Bruce, by Collins, after stealing Alert Camus' Letters to a German Friend, on WWII from my bag, also with all my account info and records on April 20, 2014. Internal Affairs has obstructed justice about this three times since them.

il secondo sindacato di polizia serve come copertura per neonazifascisti e confederati schiavisti del sud degli Stati Uniti e spie inserite nella sinistra, da loro.

Aldovrandini e' morto d'odio, non di polizia italiana.

Why holocaust survivors run from the very celebrations meant to celebrate them: 

I tried leaving a message to the Museum of the Holocaust in DC, speaking of the necessity of war at times because it's really a fight between Hobbesian and Lockean beliefs, back the victory in the US in 1775 and loss in Europe in Naples 1799 through English, Napoleonic, religious, and European imperialist monarchic forces and the message took a double toll on Henry Tudor's chopping block while one lamenting that which could be misconstrued with an excuse, got through.

we're all Lola Montez sliced and diced in Alicante Mexico as soon as they can get away with it brief news:

life threatening situation at shelter The Stadium, still listed for men but for women: I'm sleeping under a bunk bed whose top metal mattress is held in place by 16 screws, some with threads and bolts and not, also inserted in different lengths in holes. The frame's support poles  are being sawn through, the most recent damage on the 27th; chief of operations, Cortez, claims the damage was always there. Department of Homeless Services signals me through its security as soon as I get in, refuses to take complaint, gives me a Vanessa Mosley's telephone number through a disembodied female voice who I refuse to see tells me I have to and the mailbox is full today ;

HRA refuses to give me same day verification of shelter payment refund decision, domestic violence counseling, restaurant allowance, Medicaid, and more
AND yesterday at 123 Williams, NYC, Social Security office, President Obama and Vice President Biden's portraits are arranged on a Hapsburg slant, money is being stolen from benefits, I was asked by a TODT Austrian court family perpetrator married to a Jew to go to the office that issues social security cards for the first time to replace mine, did not replace my card, delay the delivery of Medicare cards, I cannot access my account on line, the security Asian, wants to abduct recipients to an unescapeable rubber plantation who knows where, maybe Brazil,

saw a man African American being handcuffed from behind his back, about 1.00PM yesterday put in a NYPD van with windows in a hurry as soon as I took my cell to report the abduction, right downtown, behind 26 Federal Plaza,
where there's a New York City building with Paracelsus and Pinell written immediately underneath the roof, with Pinelli a reference to a man, an anarchist, thrown out a window by the police who blamed him for being responsible for the Banca Nazionale del Lavoro explosion in the '60's, when it was a fascist terrorist attack. I've never even heard of Pinell in anything, besides which they just refer to christmas as a holiday to eliminate because it's too generous to children. Being i less, interpreted as a threat to Italians, since around me, they continue to shout and harass for false arrests to kill us through genocidal contacts of theirs.

more later

to recap events since I can't get through to the United States Holocaust Memorial site, even as an appreciation note, unless what I write can be misconstrued, and this post linked as an unlinkable link, or accessed by those marinating turds in toilets because they say say.



work in progress

4
.29.
14
@ 5.16PM  breakingnewts.blogspot.com found accessible without having to compound password.

Responsible: a Gonzales in dark and a Dobbs in light. sitting across from me at New York City's Jefferson Market Library, the old slave marketplace, but still without a bathroom.

Social Security Disability's back to work allowance:

 or how any twin tower explosion can create supermen. City workers indicted for defrauding social security without violating any law because Cyrus Vance, backed by Gloria Steinem,  because they tried to put out to pasture with 9.11.

Tonight at about 8.00PM I caught a dark skinned bald headed black frame glassed either female or woman depending on the stage of the game juror in the Bronx 13 bus trying to organize her confederate family pals for a trial and an arrest sweep conducted by Manhattan's district attorney Cyrus Vance with the benediction of the Chief of Police, Bratton, that ripped off blind for now in bail charges social security disability recipients covered by the agency's back to work allowance. She announced in the bus that the defendants, some of them police officers involved in 9.11 were stealing from us because our money feeds the social security coffers, and they are expected by her and the rest involved to be completely disabled since the current laws are way too watered down than canned heat to do the job right.

In fact, social security does allow working by people receiving disability payments. It's called the back to work allowance, which does not drain your pockets entirely, but does teach responsibility by having recipients give back some calculated amount for every dollar earned. The advertising pamphlet is readily available on every available countertop at Social Security offices, who knows if occasionally,  but never, it seems, within Bratton, Vance and Nassau County's very own Rice's group grasp. This just to prove that not knowing the rule is no excuse for breaking it is not constitutionally valid even as an approximation, the valiant team proceeded to arrest about 100 people, among whom 72 police officers 8 firefighters and 5 correction officers one a Nassau law enforcement police officer, the thought of which is enough to stun a passing flock of geese, and charge disability recipients from 250,000 to a million in bail because they thought connecting  a karate instructor to the term disability not only brought up the thorny issue of how to handle special Olympics for people whose disability only manifests itself in a prejudice that invalidates their testimony in court if a double talker ever walks in the premises when a set up false trial such as this is arranged, but also politely did not address the issue of these recipients actually starting their own small businesses, a major crisis in those trying to strip even the enamel off of their teeth, and resell it, given half a chance.

When I tried to interject that social security did so make allowances for work, I was shot down angrily. I though at first, but when that occurred with steadfast purpose more than three times, and fury parachuted out of the hour only when I said I may be wrong, then insisted that no, there was such an allowance, I received from the descending juror a "you're next", revealing, what crime the 100 were really being accused of, and through which Nazi confederate network, or, George Wilbur, Condi Rice, Alessandra Mussolini, whoever occupied as nazifascist Napoli during WWII AND oh, yeah, Hammas and whoever is behind their quotas, to do citizens of a democracy who believe in democratic government based on the bill of rights and the constitution, meaning, all democracies worldwide.

Also: attacks arranged against me throughout the day:

1)  9.25AM a bag of pot planted on my bedspread;
2) 10.25AM my reading matter wet with water, including copies of this blog;
3) 10.33PM, a child's blanket dropped on my bed from shelter bunk mate above;
4) the toilet clogged by a mysterious substance so tough even maintenance could not handle immediately. This done by an equally mysterious .you.
5) Marilla Palmer's version of her plantation Gheddafi stuck in my room asking the prairie gods what a Shirley Temple is, planning on calling all of Italy sometime soon.

more nonsense described tomorrow.

A Vatican plea for the tortured by  guilt due to their involvement in false arrests

The event of the century has unfolded this sunday: two canonizations. That of John XXIII, who had to take the time to inform Catholics that Jews were not responsible for Christs' cruxifixion and that of John Paul II who decided to pick on Warsaw's Lenin stockyards and its unions as the devil's tools aided also by lech Walesa. Benedict XVI was present to seize the bodies of both for implying toilets were the fall of Western Civilization after the Treaty of Versailles for his class of 1924 Hitler Junge of erotoantropophagi who like the prestige involved in sampling an Italian and a Polish catholic to the thrill of Norton anthology, still seething at how catholics sold reliquaries and absolutions, while the English only ate you alive in caves for years without the benefit of a new world religion, or Martin Luther's family, which is building pigsties to store long lost emigrant relatives and the occasional military in, after they lost their tracks in  some Italian town connected to the some introits of Italian cities,  reachable only by riding  goats waiting for the Portuguese to eat their eyes out as soup in sublime resignation, where forest arson and garbage choked cultivated land stabbed into  genetic experimentation in Southern Italy because some farmers, jealous because a plowed clump of land started showing an interest to a passing ant that did not bite it with packs of starved and abused dogs,  no longer had people to pick on since they all emigrated to Germany to work in factories in the '60's.

The Bronx finally has its very own hostage!

The Stadium Shelter for women: The Osama bread bin box of the Bronx is in tears, thankful that frying their brains by  "Hispanicking" with enough dedication to cause themselves a perpetual identity crisis between their Contra and their Iran, literalized in Martin Luther King Street y University Ave at long last HAS paid off!

Latest news scheduled: a cheery musical treat early Saturday morning calling for me to be terrified well deservedly by their sweet voices due to stealing a roll of toilet paper from the room's bathroom, then declaring at Operations, or, main reception, that there was no more toilet paper in the whole shelter and on a Saturday, this by having a client enact a Shakesperian drama before I could ask for one, requesting same. Main reception limited itself to reading my complaint and having an idiot wearing a Halloween costume badge listed as Officer say to me that what I needed to do to get taped by Nazi radio was to let the roommates talk to themselves but really mean me, and not  reply because they're schizophrenic.Also a transfer to another room would not even be worse but have hygienic consequences as well.

Mejia a social worker finally gave me a residency letter yesterday in an office with papers from a file strewn on the floor for unknown reasons telling me I would have a new social worker as to my request. My new social worker is a name like so many others, Jasmilka Gonzalez, at 718.588.5400 extension 8237 which answers in burro Department of Education saying leave a message hanging up instead, and the appointment is at 3.20PM on April 29, 2014, completely untenable for me, so I said to a security officer standing one foot from, leaning over me while I was writing a comment rushing me to sign the form instead, wait I need to write that I can't make it and to call me.

So the one roommate looking like Tony Gonzales chairperson of Queens College CUNY but in I have a sorry black ass AND I get anybody who lands in bed x flung to Hiroshima minutes before Enola Gay and they're US democrats on top of which I 'm destroying your tooth while you sleep through my grandmaster flesh connection snores but does not sleep, and the other resembling Marilla Palmer as wedded in a bog to Gheddafi since on the pay of the We Will Get You Back For Killing Gheddafi Stamp Club through Sacred Heart and Gynaeceum, a charity, so, she starts saying did you  sit on my bed while I'm fucking minding my own business so the question is repeated again, and again, until I understand she means me, when she repeats my name, Alexandra Maffei, that I never told her or the rest of them, because I don't talk to them since I can't get a word in due to the constant harassment and I say no, because I don't know their names due to their excellent expert spy habits, not because I don't know they have more first and last names than Bourbon Spanish streetsweepers . Then she proceeds to reiterate Sleepy's threats earlier this morning, that she'll get me to read the bible someday, she had all sorts in storage, so Dopey starts equiparating drug and drink to reading, covering the catholic versus Lutheran religious war and the counterreformation land grab in our fell swoop,  then says speaking to others is considered social climbing, with male security bursting in the moment after her statement hits the floor softly like a plucked belly feather from a sleeping swan because monogamous, so married, thinking that and not psychological testing will skill him for special ops, says we, or, the man on the floor, whose coming was announced as a viceroy's by his female security floor officer, who nepotistically reliquaried his job too, by f* it as a small altar child gingerbread man in linear F time, says we, do not wish to be ridiculed in our values and anticipates the time he'll expose me in a chickenwire cage convinced that having my arm severed without anaesthesia is moving up in life, an, audibly, with glee in his voice, we have ourselves a hostage now!

e che bella famiglia

 this

              fair kin, or,

                                         what kin does in caves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it's thanks to artists like Mike Kelley I'm still alive today

Party Flavors for the Royal Crown of Britain, Elizabeth II, from the American Colony, in our subjection by their keeping it in the family :

 

Nancy Pelosi, still a member of the cave whip democratic party announced in the New York subway today, as I was riding it, that if people voted for me she would have me thrown out of any benefit and my own country, then sent to England because the Queen wants to amuse herself with me by having a commoner eat her shit after the grand build up.

 

She will have me thrown out of the shelter in a week's time, and if I don't know my rights will bar me from all shelters. So, I guess, there Assange would rally people not to aid me, should it come to pass; Pelosi had her Dutch spice slavist and Chamberlain fundamental Chechen group in the car, spreading the good news, which no one wanted to be caught with;

Fini, her bipartisan friend, will grease whatever wheels there are to grease through a long history of Holland ghettos for Catholics and Jews, let alone South Africa. Part, in the past of the same party of Alicante incubatrix Alessandra Mussolini, below,

through financing, also part of the same family, of all Hapsburg, Dutch and Scarlet Pimpernel, or the guy that helped turn Europe into an Imperial pigsty while the States did keep to the revolution against cant and exile. She was filmed on Italian television saying that she was a fascist and proud of it, better than being gay, Shakespeare to Holbein's Petrarch all the weg back in 1200's, and through abductions to plantations of the unsuspecting, even to this day. Nice permanence in the Repubblica Partenopea, in Pozzuoli, though, as the heir to the heir of two kingdoms and an Indian, the continent, razor.

Who else would marry them?

 
 

Party Flavors for the Royal Crown of Britain, Elizabeth II: the British and Italian Colonies as us, by keeping it in the family, them

 

 

 Above, first photo: Julian Assange who will keep me and not only out of England, in my case as an ugly old woman who is more stupid than he;

 

Above next photo: Maria Di Maria or Di Donna, a singer for a supposedly leftist group, 99 Posse, for whom any accusation that harms me is sustainably plausible;

 

 

what these three people have in common:

 

my passwords  and the same brothel with my name in it

can't access my blogs, can't get through to facebook, they want 'in' my work, I can start for all three as a whore, until I lose my mind because of their hatred and I kill myself.

Thanks to Google as well which has integrated my photos from this blog into its body of images without asking for permission,

and so much more.

 

What cover ups they're responsible for:

 

selling information to have me implicated in a group of Nazi human traffickers who, through their contacts within infiltrations in the police department, have me stalked. Yesterday by human trafficker grabbing at a Mexican child with down syndrome calling her a where because of it. I send more than 50 texts a day for what they're in collusion with ad arrange around me. And will until it stops.



Alessandra Mussolini, a personal contact of Di Maria's and my estranged family. Di Maria was hired to claim that my first name has plenty to do with the not so concealed fascist.

Latest responsibilities:

Ostracizing me to allow, in night break ins:

1) Menstrual blood injected under second molar from left from the back, with flesh raw so it bleeds afterwards, this to coincide with the end of my menstrual flow. The audience here they arranged at the cafe' I'm at assures Di Maria they won't believe it;

2) A cut on my second toe, right foot, widened from its puncture mark to a vertical, slightly off to the right, to force e into rightist politics, about 10 mm long, because they say so.

The molar shows exposed bone above and root about 11, 12mm wide. This thanks to a relative of Gonzales, a family member of Maria Leon in Ecuador part of the Alicante group in Mexico, during WWII, who sequestered people in brothels based on race, and a Marilla Palmer Dutch colonized African with a Gheddafi surgery to do ENIT in for BP for their eventual coup d'état against democratic forms of government. This in a shelter where they threaten to beat me, they harass me behind doors, and they steal my benefits right from the governmental office that issues them because I don't pay rent, I'm poor, and this is what the poor deserve.

They aligned the photos like they want them for a contract with the Queen of England. I don't have all day, so you know. My hotspot shows use excessive to mine, and the connection is miserable and it shouldn't be. It's thanks to them.
They never contact me, they do not know me, claim they do, and find what is happening to me funny until they get caught. Assange is new to the proposition, since yesterday. Today Di Maria graced me with the presence of one of her family's slaves from fascist  Abyssinian campaigns, wanting access to my PO box, arranging an entire scenario at the post office where one was to say, the other was to sustain, another prove. I shot out text after text to the authorities. And my politics are still the same, after years of lack of assistance and psychological and physical torture.

That's how it's done.

Coup d'Etat planned for Italy, then the US by Hi-l-lary Clinton and the Obama families,
or,
why saying terrorist never means me.

In Italian, details at TeLeGrAfItE.typepad.com

let it be said that Obama, in an effort to ultimately have the States itself thrown out of common dialogue with democratic nations, such as the World Bank and the Arab League , among all else, thought he'd start moving to Antigua early by throwing Italy, and allied country so sharing in our constitutional law,by posing me as burnt offerings as terrorist, then by giving Italy back to fascists, so they can concentration camp us better.

As a name in the name naming bipartisan effort since the '90's  Hil-l-ary Clinton, along with Maria Leon, the Anastasia, Condalisa Rice are creating me today as a criminal, gun runner, alcohol drinker, have contacted Assange who will prevent me from accessing Britain, the Queen doing the dirty for Republicans, and have tried to lynch me because I think The New York Times off its rocker at characterizing death threats and threats of lynching, whispered as they may, as microaggression.

Clinton, the Mrs. also plans of criminalizing democrats, by calling them communists now, democrats later, specifying that obly people who vote like her will be allowed in the party's outhouse. since a sham democracy is necessary to wait so as to deceive and crucify the next newly born Christ, on his thirtythird birthday, at Howard Johnson's during a shrimp and Swedish meatball bruch, with Lawrence Welk piping in the dining hall. The sixties shone on the same tendency with books like, If you see Buddha on the road, kill him.

Details ensue in Italian, I have to go, since facebook bounced, typepad bounced, my checking account shows, alternatively fat and thin cows depending on the mood of the banker trying to arrange for me to eject every 9 months, a child for a confederate who knows where.

access to breakingnewts mental: I click on favorite and land on dashboard, skipping both go, for prison.

US government assistance on easter vacation: remember to get shots for spicy foods

In an effort to steal more than five dollars from your Social Security Disability and other checks when you could have sworn the amount direct deposited was more, but even your bank statement says no, since yesterday, you have to thank today for an unholy connubium between the family of the Wizard of Iz, formerly known as Isabella, whom resemble the First Queen in the future, Michelle Obama and a contact of Angela Black Power Davis stalking me in a well mannered chatty way on 54th street. The Gonzales of Queens College clone, did not surprise in her wish to exile me from Spain, then have me sit for hours in a fan cooled HRA room with the fan turned off so I could imagine air circulation, and receiving the accurate amounts for my benefits, while the latter turned a much anticipated leaf, since

1) we're not all black
     and
2) we're all citizens.

So, the latter day saint turns her cheek toward me Jack flashing me a right profile, demonstrating beyond the shadow of a doubt she is among the elect while I get thrown to sharks after they gouge my right eye out for a quick Hungarian snack, before blowing me and eating my spleen, and says:

"Ale, you old communist!"

Further news,
I'm a member of the Italian communist party, which I would find an honor if I had paid my dues. Rumor has it I was enrolled by a fascist estranged cousin who contributed to defaming me so much two entire neighborhoods in Napoli switched name, one into a subtle play where I would be hanged for supporting anti Nazis during WWII, and the other to process false arrests and trials involving the liberal element which, along with the Taliban, agree women should work. My father once told me that I would make a fine lawyer since I found a plausible excuse for everything with ease, and she thought that would cast aspersions more than Viale Claudio, or some guy I had a crush on who I only saw once at a party in my teens, but we both liked rock and roll, so for her, we were by nature groupies, him a little less by hair color. For this epitome of justice, who may have contributed to her father and mother's deaths, she will not let me recant from my previous communist vocation.

Let me just make this absolutely clear:

I find the Italian communist parties worthy of nothing but admiration, and love for the work they do for others, for the environment for the country and the world by sustaining equality and justice for all. I will never think otherwise. It's really a no brainer, if you stop listening to Dixie whistling an overcooked rice glom in your head.

As far as I checked, nothing has changed, except the level of greed of some of its claim to faimants.

Thank you.