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Daily Foreword July 30, 2015: I recently posted my response to some airline industry employees who described a recent change in flying where the nose and tail of the plane would go up and down as if in a struggle on the approach to landing. I was also told of airplanes rotating to the side from the chosen auto pilot intentions while in high flight. The answer is explained by two factors. First the passage of our solar system through the center of milky way galaxy in 2012. The second factor has to explained by thinking of gravitational forces on our universe as being a sort of bubble. For example, a model of that example is a large soap bubble released from a bubble ring. The bubble seems to have both flexion and tension at all points as it tries to reach equilibrium. We will never be allowed of this planet by government forces but we can not do it without them. So, who cares if all things die within our planet. It is just a small part of the larger bubble. The federal government turned against me since 1983 Beware of psychological operations warfare. I was in Kurt Cobain country recently. Seattle is in a drought The center of the universe was explained as theta or death by the ancients. I remember burning to death in a nuclear bomb. Was I an experiment? Were we held hostage at sea in 1983? Who cares if Hell freezes over, at least the innocent don't bleed.
Daily Foreword July 19, 2015: In the transcendence of consciousness of memories acquired from my first bout in the psychological operations wars from 1983 and nuclear contamination, I look back at 1999 when my FDIC boss was quarantined at the same time as the FSMA or deregulation was enacted. The wars of Earth are like pigs turned caannibal. That is what man is when confined and constrained, lower than a pig due to cannibalism. If I was in control I would go into space. I once saw some Ethiopian tribesmen in traditional dress jumping toward the sky while standing in place. The use of lever and fulcrum in advanced travel can likely be had in a similar manner. All of those things from the past should be looked at with an open mind, including the Sicilian flag as a perpetual motion implement or some hieroglyphics that could illustrate medical or space travel short hand. To Petty Officer Colburn who fought the Brits at the Enlisted Bar after we were hit with nuclear contamination and psych ops weapons, Colburn reminds me of the Irish Republican Army which also was silenced without a trace despite all of their rage. We are being silenced, perhaps quarantined without even knowing it on prison planet Earth. Irradiated they walk away from you. Our allies dead at sea or shot in the head with new weapons. I eventually got off the boat after returning, after all had fled. Our chain of command dissolved. A man offered sex to me while drinking at a table at the enlisted bar. Colburn was fighting the brits at the bar. The man offered sex and to go AWOL. I was sick with radiation sickness and stroke in the brain. I declined. I looked at him and waited for his weapon. They were going to kill me. Get rid of the witnesses was someone's directive. They should have killed me. I was irradiated and had a stroke. 19.6 Rad ain't that bad Captain Ten Rad Chip Barnett. Are you still alive? Cognizant of time and space and of self and others? LA Where Art Thou. I have contacted Argentinian Attorneys in Los Angeles and Buenos Aires. Sooner or later we can heir this out, in particular the radiation on the California coast and USN sailors. We had a ship to our aft, the man from below said it was soviet, the captain of the bridge said it was British. We were then hit with psych ops during refueling and our missiles were no longer in our control. Which may be why the ship shut down power systems after launching our payload of blue missiles.
Daily Foreword July 4, 2015: In the ironies of God and the experiences of Lott Buddha and Jesus and King David, etc. I looked at a picture of a starving frail man, former Sheriff Jack Tillman of Mobile Alabama who was a thief I caught on 4-3-2001 in a test. Tillman in turn assisted government friends, syndicates borne of the psych ops wars, in persecuting myself and others as the federal government covered up his crimes, tortured me and maimed me further, and Tillman was on a television show on 48 Hours vouching for the character of an accused murderer who was a city or county elected official in Mobile Alabama, Steve Nodine. Tillman who stole 365 thousand dollars of inmate food funds from Mobile Alabama County Jail, money which was intended for the purchase of food for jailed men and women and embryos. His actions and that of the ruling factions behind banking oversight and military factions, left me forcibly injected and the identification of repeated strokes in the brain that I had starting in 1983 while in the military in a covered up multi national military mishap or conflict in the Pacific Ocean. Tillman appears to be starved in the show I saw in 2015. God has shown Lott miracles and he showed me this one. A scare crow named Tillman staring out onto the dank reflection pond and saying repeatedly with Nodine, "This was not and is not", an admission of guilt. Face it Jack, they fired your ass. They burned me alive several times. I am prepared to die now scare crow, are you? Ironically I think a probation officer Greene under Tillman was set up when a probationer stole his gun and ran with it. The probation officer likely wanted me released in 2002 as the FDIC had persecuted me with VA and federal approval after the Psych Ops wars I witnessed in 1999 and 2000 at the FDIC in California and Hawaii, and the thievery by Tillman I reported in 2001. I had forgotten the nuclear and psych ops war at that time due to the stroke and war weapons of 1983. The Secret Service has a creepy crawly inside as well, and don't forget the NSA Betz Ya?. Then there are the other factions of the other types. Mean Joe Greene was not heard nor seen again in 2001 and soon I was carted off from Mobile Alabama to Los Angeles to Humboldt County. The year was 2002 to 2004 in exile from Jack, with Sheriff Jack Tillman forced to resign in 2005 or face prosecution. I do not fear death Jack and you cut your own teeth. As an aside, I think Nodine's wife killed his mistress Angel in 2001 if any woman killed her, as those soon to be ex wives from Mobile are gnarly when angered. Or Angel killed herself due to the oil spill by BP in 2010 due to her beach side real estate business being oiled down to 25 percent of original value. Except for extreme pain and suffering or pleasure, I feel dead and the government seems to be taking a light hearted stance on my memory recovery from 1983, and the acknowledgement of radiation and psych ops. My prayer is if we do not reconcile our differences, then those who get wealthy from our suffering endure the torments of myself and Lott and Karlson and all of those children of all of those men. It makes me wretch inside truly. Let us welcome the mercy killing if God deems it so, but lets hope it is permanent and total, as life under an enemy is like being tended to by an animal when you are the one in the cage, Jack.
On the California home front I am seeking a sculptor to sculpt four USN USS Reid FFG 30 sailors who I think were murdered in 1983 to make way for saboteurs. Their bodies were found at the Terminal Island Abuttment in an alleged wrecked automobile with some reported to have had bullet holes according to some family members. I want the sculpture to be made of driftwood for muscles and wrought iron for the frame and feet and for the head I want a iron vase in which we will place coconuts and burn candles and incense on their death date and for fund raising anointments. I want the sailors to pose with Sailors Cracker Jack hats, their large phalluses tending the clock for time in space, 3 6 9 12, their bodies full of bullet holes and holding the Queerest of The Queer painting by Kurt Brown Saintrambone former USN quartermaster and silent psych ops war survivor 1983 and 1999. I am working with Los Angeles Maritime museum to display the art piece. Four Dier Fags WW 03 and a Queer WW 04 is what I will call the exhibit in the flailing museum at the radioactive port of Los Angeles in San Pedro. The USS Reid FFG 30 was allegedly degaussed at Todd Shipyards down the strip after the nuclear voyage of 1983. If you find the record of that degaussing, then you will know the date of the nuclear incident at sea which we the people have been denied information. We the people, the wee people. Into the peephole I stare daring to make calculations and assumptions that are from here and to there and not to there or from here..
A scene crept into my mind, a hungry fat dog eating a meal placed into a cage among a series of cages. The dog finishes the meal excluding a bone tip, a gnarled bit of bone. Sheriff Jack Tillman looks from his cage, enters the food cage and the cage closes behind him after having watched the dog eat his meal. Its a dog eat dog world jack, there is no looking back when dealing with the bone, is there? I hate fireworks now Jack, as they hide hidden murder celebrations and upset wildlife. Fair share? among friends? Voice simulations will become more common place in our world, particularly if its a sole murder.
Daily Foreword July 2, 2015: Today I recalled something I had forgotten about the silent war of 1983. An officer took the Ships Log from the podium on the bridge and went to the bridge wing. I think I recall him telling me that he had to take it and all of those things in it would be forgotten. It seemed the people standing around him on the starboard bridge wing appeared short in stature. How many nations could have been in that attack. The USA government is going to deny my radiation claim. The world is a place of predators. The USA is one of the worst. In this environment, mercy killing will follow with the usual insanity of human beings. The average humans are likely manipulated like a pack of snow wolves.
Daily Foreword June 29, 2015: It appears that I, Kurt Brown former USN quartermaster and former FDIC bank examiner, witness to psych ops attacks in 1983 and 1999, have been shot down behind enemy lines in the USA. I was in war in 1983 that was not disclosed by the USN to the California public. Now I have been denied employment at Tesoro, the largest oil monopoly in the USA. They appear to have received stolen assets in 2013 from British Petroleum. I think the ARCO stations and oil inventory of BP in the USA now in Tesoro control are stolen assets and that the veterans who were not paid in 1983 should have ownership as compensation. Our enemies came to power and divided the nation. They are terrified of us and we have no use for them. Who is the Shell head behind Tesoro? A European or an Asian or? The USA is a divided nation and we are a divided people. I am not hired by the government either and they destroyed me after the wars of 1999 in banking deregulation at the FDIC in California and Hawaii. Psych ops were used to whack the FDIC Head San Francisco circa the FDIC Improvement Act of 1992. I kid you not, after experiencing likely two or more nuclear blasts in 1983 and wave after wave of psych ops weapons in the USN, I do not care if our enemies are killed on American soil as long as we the veterans who paid with our health are paid in gold, or oil and assets linked to it, or our enemies blood on American soil. All oil fields at sea are at risk if foreign controlled, even if receiving stolen property as did Tesoro from BP. BP has not paid me and thousands of others our claims from the BP spill in 2010. I like the look of an Arco station as a gift, Mr. Tesoro Shell Head D.C. psychological weapons victors. Whose behind Tesoro really? USN CPO Marske, were you killed in 1983 or recently? Please beware of false identities in high dollar maneuvers. We are in the age of Psych ops wars. Its more than a shock, its a stroke. Tesoro. OR OS ET. Operating Room Operations Systems Extra Terrestial. Queer Speak says they are a shell for E.T. Who cares if he dies, Its not even human.
Daily Foreword June 28, 2014: I was subjected to radiation and stroke and a shipmate was put into a wheelchair at a early age with MS symptoms. I just came out of the stroke with memories recovered from 1983 in the year 2015. I look back at the events in the Americas, Greneda and the Falkland Islands and the events off the California coast in 1983, which was in reality a sort of advanced war. The USA has divided in reality it appears, with some as bigger losers in some regions. I was born maimed likely from radiation of my fathers testicles in the Alabama national Guard in the 1950s while handling munitions. I was maimed further in 1983 in the USN and the government has thus far denied me compensation for radiation or stroke. I see a lost war on a larger level and I encourage cessation of all life and suffering if the trigger is ever captured from those who have harmed us and imprisoned us. We are not their slaves or their lessers. When I was a child I would lie and realize it was a sin and tried not to do so to my mother in particular. I never murdered anyone in my life. Now I do not see murder as that bad of a sin if you are killing those who harm you in some way. Life is Hell on Earth and the heat is going up. Predatory capitalism is what we have in the USA. One day we were predator and the next we are prey. The upside is that I feared nuclear war as a child. Now I welcome a more advanced war. It wont hurt that bad, especially if psych ops are used before the nuclear blasts.
Daily Foreword June 24, 2015: As I remember the war of 1983, I remember a tube, a simple PVC pipe that came through the ceiling above and the floor below as it went through the enlisted mens lounging area next to the enlisted mens berthing area and on the wall across the room from the shower pipes wall. The pipe was about one to two inches in diameter and ran at nearly a 45 degree angle, from the port side to center ship below our lounging area. This design would fit with my theory on the idea of the "Flying mason's cement vibrator weapon tool" as the "alleged" refueling vessel or perhaps frigate with psych ops equipment would later fire a line that would have been tethered in advance with a metal wire lead. The projectile line from their vessel would attach to the line that went through the pipe or the projectile would have gone to our power lines center ship. I tend to remember the line they were putting in the pipe got stuck. A Chief Petty Officer had spoken to them about it in the hallway from what I discerned in the men's conversation and I tend to remember someone telling me we had some race hate filled psychos onboard, but he was silenced and taken to the center of the ship. The Flying Masons Cement Vibrator weapon tool would have hit above deck and the weapon went below to be placed there or it was attached at the point of contact above to a line that ran from the core of the ship. This is theory based on my memory and recall from the nuclear incident at sea and the activities surrounding the events leading up to the missiles we carried being mis directed and our entire crew being placed under Psych-ops for a short period, likely on two voyages. Everyone went AWOL it seemed or were ordered off the boat when we returned to Long Beach Terminal Island California after we were first hit with the flying masons cement vibrator weapon and put under psych ops. I remember perhaps a discussion with a superior who was fleeing before the nuclear voyage departure. Stroke by radiation and what else did I have hit me from the alleged UK ship below? Nazis in D.C.? Jack Tillman and I should investigate. He is a thief I caught who worked for the Nazis out of D.C. who harmed me in that most hated city of Los Angeles and the state of Alabama. The government is dragging their feet on a claim I filed for radiation so I refilled for stroke. I don't mind if they kill me really, but it is difficult because every time I reach for the killing weapon, they just maim me. Who are they really and whose bucket of oil and blood did they steal this time? If they are in it, are they in it complicit or implicit?
Here is a joke, although I tend toward old testament, I think the devil child would dishonor his father by going into the military against his bequest and working in finance against his bequest. Bequest squared, square head, square hat, awol g crap, parc glowa. Its Polish. I ended up financially broke and about to lose my testicles to radiation, and I look forward to seeing my enemies deaths now just as way back when. On the USS Reid FFG 30 a list of queers was put out to view, I renamed the vessel the Dier Fag WW 03. The captain Ten Rad Chip Barnett. 19.6 is sort of lonely masturbation, the end of the rode. That's what I was hit with, 19.6 rad, and .7 rad is lethal. He said to enter it in the ships log but the ships log was removed. The captain said they did not care for him. If he is alive, he should get two arco stations and twenty two oil tankers. I think of Gods wish, they laugh when we lose our testicles and we laugh when they lose their heads. Obscene monoliths they appear as they fall to the ground. I would like to do Marlon Brando in the captain's chair and have Kenny F DIC Doll as my number one witness since his subdivision allegedly almost went up in flames in Rocklin California in 1999, but was that odd man Kenny Doll, the boss that hired me before the melee of 1999. The handicapped crew and their handicapped children can view the signing when we are paid in money or blood of our adversaries. Perhaps when they were torching those USN men in 1954 Castle Bravo Shot nuclear blast they were telling us this won't stop, not even in 1983 of irradiating USA service men on purpose. But they were paid in Castle Bravo Shot if they were exposed I suppose. Our Dier FAG FDIC US NAVY would like to file a claim. Who rode us? I'm not the only one in this boat still alive. How many died on this side in 1983? Now I think psych ops are the future of warfare excluding space permutation and higher level warfare, which I would gladly like to witness and document for God as well. You asked for Jack in the Box and you get a joke about Satan's child and the design of warfare. We should get paid and I want a statue of the four men assassinated in 1983 from the USS Reid FFG 30 to make way for our ships overtaking. They took the bullet and we took the stun gun. Quartermaster aka Captain Kurt in his cracker Jack suit saluting those four hapless souls. I was encouraged to jump in with an assassin after the nuclear voyage. Petty Officer First Class Signalman Colburn was fighting with the Brits who came to our bar. I told the assassin to go eat radio active shit. He wanted me to go AWOL and do a queer thing. Stranger, AWOL sounds good, sounds nice, but I should have laid down with my stroke and ask who got rode. If I am not paid, I want our enemies to pay on American soil. You are welcome to attempt to kill me, I am into it. I have survived X attempts as a function of f therefore f(X) attempts..
Daily Foreword June 22, 2015: Sadness, anger, acceptance, then reflection and analysis. The war in the USA and for most is like a living predatory hell. We are like the Indians watching Custer and his armies march over us. The lower caste is used against us. The initial reaction is to want to see those in power killed by their adversaries, but soon you realize their adversaries in power are just like they are, and they may be one in the same. I laugh at death now and would not mind seeing World War III escalate again with the hands down approach of psychological weaponry turned into a numbing weapon to precede massive radiation proliferation throughout the environment to the point of instant toxicity. California is like Mexico or Asia or Nazi Germany with a deeper skin tone complement and they never cared for Washington D.C. or their hired guns before colonization of California, and they definitely do not care about veterans or service men among the predatory hordes of the Earth, even if in California.
Those poor of the South East look at their oil rich coasts and lands being raped in a frenzy of greed and corruption and oppressive carpet baggers and lawmakers. I laugh at the idea of World War III if psych ops weapons are used again as they were in 1983 against us in the Pacific, but with competing factions attacking each others methods. A war to observe if you can stare into the sun to read braille. You might be blind from brain stroke. You and I will not feel the feces in our shorts.
Never trust the regime in power. Voice and character simulation, power grabs, internal warfare, psychological weaponry, make their environment uncertain and unsafe for us. If you are going to serve their military and feel you have no choice, you are addicted, sober up. If you are an auditor or investigator, find a better place, as this a bitter horde, fit in employment only to each other while many are caste down and out. The regime will destroy you and your children. Their regime is designed to be a holocaust machine just like those machines of the wars of history. Who was holding the needle to our throat and the drip line to my body and the weapons to our minds in 1983 in the Pacific Ocean after the nuclear blasts? Did the same thing happen to the USA banking system in the 1990's?. Who cares if Satan and false--Uncle Sam up and floats, he won't feel sh-t in his underwear either. Just like the old Navy days and perhaps the FDIC 1999 when more psych ops were used and more silent warfare.
I thank God that I can welcome World War III as a mercy killing and I can only pray they use psychological operations weapons on us to ease the pain and shorten the suffering. Never trust them. Never serve them. Many veterans, if they could do it over, would not join them and would kill themselves to save themselves and their future children any suffering. They put us in radiation and other warfare weaponries we could not see and walked away. Or did we lose, that war round too? Death in our environment in mass multitude is considered a mercy killing, much like men who are killed in a rocket blast on a sinking ship are spared suffering. In 1983 they irradiated the California coast and they divided the country and the wall of smoke is most visible, smoke and mirrors, just like the old days of initial warfare during prohibition I, now we are at Prohibition II, for some of the beleaguered areas under the dictatorship in power. Do not serve them. Do not fear them. Beware of those used against us. The hordes are swarming, vicious, fatale, ludicrous, fit to be hanged. They are turning against us and our children. The mercenary and the stalker are their forte, they are a predator human and know no other way and like a predator is to us, it does not matter if it is killed on the highways of life.
I do not believe in maiming in war or peace. It is too infantile, futile, for the human condition. We need finality, a mercy killing and not suffering, recompense to the victim, an end to the suffering by any means.
Daily Foreword June 20, 2015: As my memory returns from a 32 year coma and as I attempt to deduce and induce or close the gap between what I endured, what I suspect, and the probability of anything including my own mind failing me since I was likely cooked to the point of needing fluid extraction in a nuclear blast or series of blasts with other weaponries of a brain damaging nature. I suspect many of us sailors from the 1983 conflict with the Germans controlling the British, or was it Russia or an associated Asiatic faction in control of the war. All nuclear missiles are obsolete and more of a liability than an asset in the present or near future if they are in your vicinity or possibly directed to your vicinity. Psychological operations weaponry when layered will leave you feeling a slight headache perhaps, as in a stroke, and you may not remember much about being hit or what happened during that time. Nuclear blasts were my forte due to being hit, but now my memory returned on psychological weaponry. As an aside, a stun laser to hit the brain was removed from the police weapons market in 1999 or thereabouts. First the military has it, then everyone, usually.
The week after the USS Reid FFG 30's missiles were fired most likely at the wrong targets in 1983, we went on the nuclear voyage. I followed the captain on to the bridge wing at night two or three in the deep ocean off the California coast. The Captain jumped back and I was hit. It was like a trap it seemed. Then at a party after the voyage after my stroke and radiation, it was like a surrender, formal, mandatory, and a man was there who was not from our outfit, and I asked where our captain was, and someone from a group of men I thought I knew said it was him, and pointed to the foreigner from Argentina or Mexico or the UK or Russia, etc., and the man laughed and poked his crotch out at me. It was not Captain Barnett. Could it be that people could be something they weren't or aren't? Was I deluded when the man lead me to the blast? Was it not Captain Barnett? I was having trouble recognizing people the week we fired the missiles and even more so the week of the nuclear blast. Part of having a stroke is that you can't recognize people. Their faces are different, mono-script, all the same.
Then there is the question of the refueling vessel the week before the nuclear voyage. Was it underneath, another vessel, so we saw a refueling vessel, with A British Tender with Equipment perhaps, or a hi-jacked British tender hi-jacked with psych-ops weapons, thereby multiplying the redundant layering effect? From stone to guided nuclear missile, in the game of psychological warfare, all things before psychological weaponry are, "childs play", because once you are hit, your own weapon can be used against you. The same thing happened to the FDIC regional director in San Francisco circa the FDIC Improvement Act of 1992. Predatory capitalism has a sweet tooth and had him blow his brains out with his own gun. To me that is more merciful than the torture many have endured including myself in radiation and psychological operations warfare.. I was hired in 1999 to watch the sequilae at the FDIC during the FSMA of 1999, aka Banking deregulation. The VA tried to deny my radiation claim in 2015 for my leg tumor removed in 1989 or so and now the tumor is in my nuts. Am I the litmus paper? I like to run tests. But I was told a catheter hole I saw in my thigh or a radiation burn was in fact where liquid was drained from my body while in the nuclear voyage. I remember the blast at the bridge-wing with the Captain and now wonder about our ship being a hybrid perhaps with a sabotaged nuclear reactor that accompanied our gasoline turbo engine vessel. I heard the electrical engineer was swallowed in radioactive sea water to the waist. I remember being heated to the point of unconsciousness in the cot after I laid down after the blast at the bridge-wing. The Electrical Engineer guy was as big as Godzilla and I never understood how he made it down there in the engine holes. He would know about a nuclear reactor below but he may be dead if we had a reactor that was sabotaged like the missiles we launched the week before the nuclear voyage.
It was like a training wheel, my discussions with Captain Barnett who I call Ten Rad Chip today. Rad has to do with density of radiation coverage. 19.6 was our lucky number when the reading came out. .7 rad of 1.0 is deadly. The VA is denying my radiation claim. Then there is the issue of the stroke. Stroke is odd. Often other people can see you have it, and you will not. Blow up the outside world is how you feel. The rest inside is dead or fading or screaming for relief.
Daily Foreword June 16, 2015: The USA was in a holocaust when I was a child in the 1960s. The Vietnam Draft was compulsory or you went to jail if from the poorer caste. Wiseman was drafted and upon return chose to kill himself. Wise Man. Later, after the draft, I dropped my guard and joined the military, thinking we would see a nuclear war in 1983. We did and we saw much more, a psychological weapons war, and the silent war left me with a stroke and memory loss, with many memories recovered in 2015 which were lost in 1983 in the Pacific Ocean. I would wager that we lost before we entered. The ship I was on, the USS Reid FFG 30 was really hit hard from all indications. I am a statistician and observed that of all of the shipmates sampled who I could find, all of us either had severe disability or disability in our children, 100 percent probability under the Chi Square test. I would wager my left testicles against the entire city of Washington D.C. and Moscow and London and Beijing that 100 percent of our men suffered as I have indicated with harming of the sailor at sea or their children through these new weapons I call Psychological Operations Weapons and radiation in the seas which was also in the drinking water on the USS Reid FFG 30. Sorry Marske, you might have missed that big sip, skipping ship. I am in ruins and I see the Earth as being like Hell. When Hell freezes over it will be over, for us, thank God.
I must have almost died in 1983. After I was hit, I am not sure if the ship was hit again with a much larger blast. My testicles were on fire from radiation that night when I awakened the first time. The second time I awakened, I recall another blast going off, much hotter. I think I was unconscious for a week or two. I remember someone putting their hand in mind and telling me that I was like a son to him. The joke of that is I might have been dreaming I had a friend in the regime when I was forcibly injected and knocked unconscious in 2004 with federal government approval at Flagstaff Medical Center in Arizona. A series of tortures starting in 2001 was continued into 2004. I was told to flee California in 2001 after being arrested asleep in my vehicle. They are making us all look criminal or insane or killing us. Too bad they did not escalate the war but it was a deception and I would have preferred my own decapitation after radiation exposure of my testicles and a stroke which I realized in 2015 I had suffered in 1983. If I am not paid the claim I have entered, then we have truly entered the era of scorched Earth.
Then when I was older in my native city on the oil rich Gulf Coast of the USA, the large companies came to steal the oil. They forced the people to have natural gas contracts while the oil was stolen. I saw a Shell pipeline with many oil trucks loaded with oil leaving the pipeline area. British Petroleum was not invited to steal the oil so someone blew up their large refinery in Texas and then blew up their oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico. The lie that California is a refuge should be known that it is no different. Many of the people are as racist and vindictive as the Gestapo of old Germany and the ruling dictators in Washington D.C. and the Gulf Coast and now oil has spilled again on their coasts. They do not care if we and our children are killed or maimed. My prayer is that God decapitates them if they cross us, regardless of where you are in these conquered nations. The USA was split again in 1983. The East and the West and I do not care who is killed on either side of the ruling factions on this day. They worked out a bargain, and someone sold us out. When dictators are killed, their stolen assets are divided like the spoils of war, and their soldiers are pushed to the rear or killed or used as slaves. That is what we are in, a war. California is not about peace nor is any other state in the USA. Many of us struggle under harsh treatment. Do not lament the deaths of our enemies in power and in the streets. Life is Hell here, so it does not matter if it burns out or burns up. All death is mercy killing in this environment..
Daily Foreword June 7, 2015: The USA government denied claims that arose from radiation exposure in a VA claim I filed last year. I will now re-file regarding the stroke I had in 1983 and a third testicle I have developed, a sort of tumor. Of course, since I was hit in the occipital lobe it is obvious some of the psych ops weapons were directed to the eyes, leading to stroke there in the occipital lobe of the brain or nearby. The best defense to view it would be at a distance with a lens held in front of the eyes and similar to a welding lens, slightly tinted.
My memory came back in 2015 on events from 1983 at sea. We seemed to be in a nuclear and advanced weapons war, a psych-ops war. Russia was the alleged victim in a CIA factbook reports but someone turned the blade to our throat in the USA, and under the pretense or reality they were British, or European as I call it.
I seem to have lost. As if surrounded by my conquering enemies I welcome my own death even if in global war due to my health from those events. Considering my memory on events that occurred at sea and the hi-jacking of our missiles, I am not surprised the federal VA has denied my claim at this point. The hi-jackers were so slick that they let us pull the trigger and then the took control. Many of us were hurt including our future children during those two voyages. Our enemy seems to be in power. Internal conflicts or external wars, we are left maimed and destitute. We have a split government in the USA and we are the outcast. I would laugh if I saw my enemies enduring what I and my family and friends endured and endure.
Psych ops and nuclear war left us as losers in 1983 just as Argentina lost the Falkland Islands to the British in 1982. We as Americans should target foreign thieves on American soil and if a war erupts then it is the traitor who turns against us who should be removed. Beware of psych ops weapons. Multi layered. Beware of the silent face of the current dictators in power regarding radiation from 1983 and psych ops on the West coast of the USA, and Washington D.C. psych ops and murder most likely. The time has come for viciousness and their followers are often deviants. Do not allow them to lead you into a trap. It does not matter if an opponent is killed in this environment or if we die. It is a mercy killing among the maimed and the destitute.
Why are you here? Why am I here? With psych-ops there may be no point. Perhaps I am being denied so that I point to point my former shipmates who were injured Karlson, Coluburn, Hill, and Marske was not on the ship at the time of the nuke event that I am aware. Marske obviously was told to leave the ship after the missiles were controlled by the commandeers. Then there was the unknown man who gave me the nuclear detonation coordinates and was told to shut up and led off the bridge by the commandeers, perhaps commandeers. I can only pray that those who gave us injuries and injured our children, also suffer the same fate. The Captain Barnett leaned his head to one side and said, "Dude" like his neck was broke. That was after the nuclear event we endured together, but he jumped back and I still wonder if it was a trap.
When I got out of the navy I had a purple spot on my neck and in my groin. Radiation or a needle hole or a catheter hole from those who jumped us? I regained consciousness while the commandeers were trying to duplicate or alter the ships log, our quartermasters journal as I saw it. Then there was the catheter hole perhaps or radiation in my thigh that showed up at the time of discharge from USA service.
We dropped our guard and we are left maimed, better off dead or in a fight to the death. Psych ops. Machines in the distance and other things in the fore, perhaps even that metal tooth implant you bare. The USA is divided. The demarcation line is the marijuana line at this point, New Mexico to Montana and Westward to Washington and California, and the rest is controlled by Europe and their conquering forces who are in the seats of power in the Eastern USA.
Daily Foreword June 5, 2015: I may die soon due to cancer from radiation in 1983 but it thrills me to think I recalled details of war and figured out why my fellow sailor, my main boss, was taken or ordered from the ship and perhaps executed the week after we fired our load of missiles. Our ship was hi-jacked briefly and myself and the crew did not recall being hit and hi-jacked. I was told to quit writing so much in the Ships log at some point by an officer on the bridge in advance of that voyage, but someone speaking on the bridge during the psych ops was running out of time in exchanging the Ships Log which I had recorded all events in, including whales, until I was told to stop. In 1983 I recorded everything I saw or heard in the Ships log while on the bridge of the USS Reid FFG 30. We were hit during re-fueling at sea during the week we fired all of our missiles and before the missiles were fired. After we unloaded our arsenal and started to sail at full throttle, we lost all power. It was part of the program that had been set for us, and our misdirected missiles.
I fled Alabama repeatedly and came to California repeatedly and was attacked in both places and not really rewarded an ounce of respect. What I have come to realize is that things are not what they seem and the most a species in its death throes can hope for is a merciful death. Never Go West, Go North and prepare to run over the border. We are enemies here in California and D.C. and Alabama, etc. California once meant freedom, but now I see a sort of Gestapo and Mexican warlord and Asian warlord aristocracy. They rob us average Americans, na´ve and young, when we arrive. Debilitated old and broke we leave. It makes you welcome my final death design of a bubble within a bubble to detonate planet Earth or all things there in.
4 men had been killed prior to the voyage in an alleged car wreck. We fired many missiles and were loaded to the maximum point with guided missiles after or when we were hi-jacked briefly. I think it was after and our whole defense system was held in their control in reality of the matter. I explain how the hi-jacking mechanism worked in other writings. Very simple really and if a shot gun would have been on the bridge or a rocket grenade, then the object could have been shot in mid air, as an officer had asked for a .45 caliber pistol before the weapon hit. But at a later layered psych ops hit, a ship was in our course, stationary, when we were first enroute to the nuke area. Did they have a sounding tool planted on the vessel for us. It was the following week after the week we fired our missiles. We were going to a nuke site at sea off the California coast in the latter half of 1983.
During the week before the nuclear voyage, we had fired our missiles during the day, and that night or another night it came over the radio that Karlson was lost. Signalman Karlson on Facebook told me in 2015 it was a helicopter that went down with the pilot by the name of Carlsen. Signalman Colburn came running out of the darkness before the message about Karlson or Carlsen being lost while we were at sea. He was coming from the topside aft in a sprint. It did not look like Colburn to me, I might have had the stroke at that point. A new weapon may have hit me. The inability to recognize people is indicative of stroke. I felt the same about my boss at the FDIC in 1999 when his subdivision was almost blown up with a fuel spill and the management had quarantined his desk next to a closed door. I ventured over to him and he did not look like my old boss, but a cat I will call Kenny Doll. I was in amnesia in 1999 regarding many events at sea in 1983.
During the nuclear voyage colburn said I was the color purple on the final course back to Long Beach California Naval Station at Terminal Island. It was likely after they killed an officer on our vessel who showed me on a chart the nuclear detonation area. Large scale or small scale chart, I am not certain, but I am certain it was off the California coast. Our ship's missiles were guided and control was likely taken from our combat information control officers when we were commandeered. Chief Petty Office Marske likely did not even know what hit us. He had no control of those missiles. We were jumped by professional burglars who used a weapon that I jokingly call a Mason's Cement Vibrator attached to a long line to jam into the side of the Dier FAG WW 03. Then the commandeers left the vessel and we were brought out of brain frequency modulation, "Like a sailing dove" and we never knew what had happened, till now. We fired our missiles after we were hit with the psych-ops weapon. The re-fueling vessel was not a USA vessel. Needless to say, the missiles did not do as our crew had planned.
I have a sense of humor about the end of time, the illusion of life in the beginning and its cessation in the end.. Do a google search for " Youtube saintrambone uploads " and see my most recent videos in reverse chronological order, most recent first.
Sometimes I dream of war and weapons, new weapons, or those I think I may have seen. I am a creative savant when my life becomes heated as in war or when I have the fever. I had a dream or recalled, a radio man who was friends with Karlson. He was speaking with the captain and he had what appeared to be a weapon shaped like the end of a mason's cement vibrator. The captain said that it was found planted on the ship. The radio man and those men of the refueling vessel, had a sort of square glass on a stick he would hold in front of his eyes to perhaps protect himself. It was similar to the magnifying glass used by ancient English royalty to read except a stick was pointed toward the face to aid in placement at the correct distance. I think the weapon hit the occipital lobe and I am evidence of that with a stroke nearby, but the VA has not acknowledged it yet.. I really think the British were jumped just like the Americans. But who controls it? As the Earth starts to die, the survivors have to escape. Cutting each others minds and Achilles won't achieve much, but mankind is after all a cannibal forever in war.
Sometimes I am visited in my sleep, my dreams, Lott, then King David and his statement to me, "They do not know what we know about radiation. The half-life is forever in our lives and theirs for years to come. It hits that little germ and we get to suffer from it generations to come." My question, can the homo sapiens pass beyond the realm of the primitive cradle, both the baby and the cradle now catching on fire in so many ways.
Daily Foreword June 3, 2015: It appears the name of the game in California and Alabama and D.C. etc. is persecution of the masses. Considering I was in a sort of coma for 32 years after a silent war in the Pacific Ocean in 1983, I have come to realize many silent wars existed prior to 1983. Psych-ops layered is how the last war was fought, it seems, and nuclear immersion of people such as myself, young, na´ve, manipulated in a society that is in reality a predator with many incongruencies in logic.
Have they deserted us and has the government gone silent on the huge amount of men who were maimed and killed in 1983 in the Pacific Ocean Conflict dividing East and West USA. The marijuana boundary to the West is the first indicator, and the oil and chemical industry of the East is often controlled through Europe.
The perversion of the Ten commandments is manifested in the Earths true economies.
I was like that in 1983 in the nuclear voyage, f-cked over like a dead man by a fake Fag with a mitre hat. The USA was divided East and West. The Argentinians lost the Falkland Ialands but the Spanish did not lose California, thanks to the Nazis of the Earth outside of the European variety who control the Eastern Half of the USA. NSA put Wachovia Bank to work as a money launderer to pinpoint those who were in the killing business for money in banking and money laundering, and yet they put another predator in power. George, stand up and point to your inner and outer circle. Or is it by George?
. The ten commandments, each weighted in some unknown variation in the final audit. I asked for final death many times and forgot the first time I truly asked for death, for 32 years. Captain Ten Rad Chip Barnett's teeth were like a large dog, impeccable in their cleanliness. I thought that was odd later on, almost cosmetic in digital form and wondered if he was a computer chip image, a sort of Captain Chuck E Cheese. I asked David Letterman to show my three testicles on his show, and perhaps we can put Captain Barnetts teeth on display. Were they in the incinerators at some point, killed like the others or were they another Disney creation?
Captain Barnett told me to swim for it before departing to the nuclear trench outside the California coast. San Clemente Island was what he pointed me toward and I did not know he was serious. They may have killed me if I had jumped ship. Killed like a goat on a bomb target island.
Captain Barnett may have been a computer chip manifestation with his straight always clean dog teeth. He seemed to care and made me make note of my nuclear immersion in the ships log, and I asked if he wanted me to put his name since he was next to me when the blast hit. He said something about them not caring about him. Guess what Chip, they left me Ten and 9.6 rad and have not seen shit. Some would shout and write, "Hang Ten" at the time after I left the ship. Captain Barnett was taking them to a hotspot at sea and washing the men down with fire hoses according to Quartermaster Hill. I cut a 45 degree course from 36th at Gaffey in San Pedro at LA Harbor when old dog teeth showed me the way to the wreck area or nuclear detonation area. I was in a pile of Elmo at the apartment. I was a young pizza face already radioactive and with a stroke. QM Hill, if I had known all of those things to come from this for us, I would have beat you like a bitch and taken you back to PA. Hill was our scully during the nuclear voyage. Sweet dreams bitch with your Palmolive hands.
During one of the psych ops hits, the commandeers were trying to erase all trace of their being on the ship and one of them was looking at the ships log and speaking in clear American English. I still remember and was likely laying there like a stunned dog or standing there staring. To a quartermaster, the ships log to a quartermaster is like a favorite bone to a dog, and the dog is alarmed and remembers even if half awake, just as this quartermaster for old dog teeth remembers. St. Valentines Day Terminal Island, Psych ops wake up party 1983. I wants to be paid or killed. They lie about our health like a third nut tumor if their medical community is associated with the true dictators in power. We are in jeopardy. The board flexs and the bubbles within bubbles twist, like me and a skeleton crew of dier fags as true friends, abandoned. My Chi Square analysis left our enemy exposed. his face hidden, in the technological wars. Don't Hang Ten, bring him on David Letterman Show and we can squeeze my third nut with his fang teeth. Its all cherry pie...
Daily Foreword June 2, 2015: A new video was released on May 30, 2015 and can be found by going to youtube saintrambone uploads. After that video discussion, I realized that our ship, the USS Reid FFG 30 was commandeered, and likely the guided missiles or software or hardware was manipulated to detonate in places not intended by our guided missile technician crew. We had missiles fired from our full arsenal in late 1983 and some of our US vessels were likely hit in addition to a possible submarine. I remember a discussion after I was hit with a psych-ops weapon regarding the Ships Log which is a written record of events at sea. I believe the ships logs was replaced with a duplicate ships log. The men who commandeered the vessel did not have time to duplicate the ships log with their own records. After we fired the missiles on a weekday we went to shore, our shipmates were taken away except for a skeleton crew. A nuclear bomb detonated in the Pacific in view of LA on Saturdday, and due to being underwater it was a flash with only some debri flying from the ocean. The following week we were hit with more psych ops I believe and I suspect one man on the ship was killed at the end of the voyage after he told me of the nuclear blast and had the area demarcated on a chart. On a small scale chart from North of California to the coasts off of Southern California, the rectangle was deep at sea. But my girlfriend and I saw it so close to LA on that Saturday from my apartment in San Pedro..
Memories returned when I came out of a coma in the period 2010 to 2015, and the coma started in 1983. The government did not acknowledge the radiations effects. I made a foolish error serving in the USA military. My father told me not to join and he said many from our vessel would get sick later in life. I should have listened to my father. I like to make deductions and it appears that mankind will suffer more and more in the future. All we can pray for is escape or a merciful death. Warfare has changed. The face of the leaders are not seen and the society is corrupt and predatory and with no connection to Gods 10 commandments. The final war will be a mercy killing of all of mankind, if escape is not allowed from the planet for the masses..
We were hit with psych ops the first week during re-fueling at sea. 4 men were killed in advance that year and replaced and I suspect saboteurs or assistants to the attack. A line handler or someone on the deck during re-fueling. Three psych ops tools, the flying mason's cement vibrator on the black line. A tender with equipment brought from below was there the week we went to look at the nuke area. The third I am not sure but that tall man with curly brown hair was likely killed. We were going South to LA Harbor, he showed me the detonation area on a chart, the next thing I hear is confusion and we were turning to the West. The next thing I remember is being the color purple and going East to the base at Terminal Island. Sometimes I listen for the final war and you can hear it there in the dust.
Daily Foreword May 26, 2015: I urge all to beware of California and the federal government military service. They have robbed many of us and maimed us.
The USA government was likely over run long ago. Hollywood died and California lost their marijuana monopoly and the new Biotech industry headquarters shifted to Switzerland and USA banking was undercut by international banking since deregulation of the USA banking system in the 1990s, and now a prolonged drought with no end in sight has swallowed much of California and Oregon, and California's population has swelled with poor immigrants in the past 45 years. As a USN "shrimp" as I was called by the conquering factions in 1983 after I was hit, I know I am about to be deveined with cancer from their silent war.
When military attacks occur in the USA, the various factions attack each other. I see the USA as a nation whose brain is lost partially and whose arms and legs are out of control. Beware of the predators.
I theorize on warfare theories based on my experiences in war and observations in banking and journalistic work. When I was on the USS Reid FFG 30 and had to give my pocket change to an officer because of radiation exposure to the coins while I was working as a Quartermaster for the USN. The officer said, "this is because of you" or did he mean U. I consider psych ops weapons now. U is the universal set in statistics, and in electrical warfare it is to me the motion of Alternating Current, whereby all men on the vessel were hit at all times by one source or another as in alternating current electricity. Of course it could have been Yu as in Yu Zhendong, the weapon I invented from the quasi mathematical mechanical construct of Yu Zhendong Over and under Xu Chaofan and Xu Guojun. NYC and OKC blasts could have been by this method also using Central Heat and Air apparatus. The best weapons will have no apparent engine.
A quartermaster usually navigates the ship and assists the officer of the deck and keeps the ships log. The Captain "Ten Rad Chip" Barnett told me to record in the ships logs that I had been hit with radiation at some point during the nuclear voyage. I was sick, as with stroke and radiation and soon profuse nose bleeds and blacking out. The government tried to hide I had been injured. A Vet Center representative in 1985 hinted I had endured a stroke from military service. He said I should sit in the corner and stare out the window. The VA in 1985 or 1986 said a huge tumor I had was from X-rays.
I contacted one of Ralph Nader's groups to run tests on seafood for the presence and concentration of radiation and mercury and other toxins. I contacted Hunter S Thompson journalist in 2004 and someone killed him in 2005. Psych ops is a too tailed serpent.
In my mind, my Tyler Durden character as from the movie Fight Club, was my captain on the USS Reid FFG 30 who I call, Captain "Ten Rad Chip" Barnett. He taught me a thing or two about the fight we were allegedly in before I made it to the fight. Its the stroke that gets you. 32 long mother f-ing years and the Veterans Administration puts on the clam face. 1999 was likely the year the nation was cut and all of those benefits for nuclear war and those psych-ops. USS reid FFG 30 was sold to Turkey in 1999, Gelibolu F-493, banking deregulation was started in 1999, marijuana was monopolized in the USA in California as widely legal, and I was placed at the FDIC in California, where it all began, and I saw the slip of the psych-ops hand again as in the unspoken final war. Final. LA Knife. Its there in the transcript. We don't fight, we audit, and if we lose the knife, we know psych-ops allowed it in the side of our man. Petty Officer Colburn my boss taught me a thing or two about fighting the men at the enlisted club. You can't say shit shape radio-active. His tongue cut in two he could not say p's. Some say, "where is my tongue", some say, "Where is my mind". Music Video pixies for the Dier Fag number one, Colburn as he fought what appeared to be the British fleet that night by himself.
I feel we were hit several times with psych-ops weapons at sea, that is why I speak of the Mason's Cement Vibrator object at the end of the power line that was not a fuel line, and there was the alleged British Tender with equipment brought up from a submarine, and then there was the return voyage when I was shown the detonation area on a chart and was told of the stoppage of fishing in the area, and I suspect the execution of the man who told me of the nuclear blast area. I remember turning Westward when they were going to kill him. The next thing I remember is being purple in color and going to the East toward Long Beach Naval Station.
Here is a true joke. I would wager that the ships log was destroyed or quarantined due to being radio-active on the USS Reid FFG 30 from the last half of 1983. It is a hard covered note book the thickness of a small city phone book and the dimensions of a large bible. I was told that all navigation equipment was going to be removed and not to expect more to be put on the ship. I would wager that Quartermaster Recruit Hill was down in the galley as told to me by Colburn, and Hill had more than a sextant shoved up his radioactive seamans sock. They fed him radioactive drinking water for a long time. I got off ship with a Get off This Boat Afloat Note signed by Captain Barnett. I think F-DIC's Swede Carol Peking Cairn would like to see me go back to work at the FDIC but our enemies have taken our government from us and our banking system. I can make us seaman's tea, all salty sock like. Colburn made ours straight up. See the Queerest of the Queer Painting by Saintrambone to see the Dier Fags swollen nuts as predicted and Swede Carol is feeding there while the Dier Fag was made blind with stroke and psych ops. Here is the sad true punch line. All of our children or we were hit at some point. Captain might not give a chip, nor I, nor Hill, but you can wager that I and Hill's first born after the event gave a chip. I would like my back pay from the FDIC, back to year 2000, and the US Navy, back to 1983 or 1984 for that first stroke.. A F-DIC coffee window office is nice with cot in San Francisco.
The actor Robin Williams was in Tiburon before his death and made a joke to me about something the captain might have said while we were at sea and after I had been exposed to a radioactive blast that came from below the oceans surface. In a comedy skit I picture Robin Williams as myself in a sort of true to life F-DIC Bird Cage in my closet office with a cot at the FDIC San Francisco, and my painting and house talisman, of voo-doo quality, the Queerest of the Queer dominates the wall in the office . We are having coffee, Swede Carol and her FDIC attorney and two body guards. I have in 2015 filed an EEOC complaint for the FDIC termination of myself in 2000 for filing an EEOC complaint. It is true, they will terminate you if you file a complaint as I did in 1999. My friends from the Cannabis Club, Agatha and Spartaus, are discussing the coffee with the strange odor of seaman's sock. My friend the man in pink sips it and critiques the flavor while I blow on the steam like one of my ex wives, and Spartacus is at the window talking about the mobsters of the fed who run the shit at the F-DIC. The owner of the club appears and we add hashish to salted coffee to break the swine, with subsequent Voo-Doo from the painting for my friend Agatha, myself, and Spartacus. I mention that it is Swede Carol Peking Cairn in the painting and it is tossed from the swollen nuts of a Dier Fag from the USS Reid FFG 30 who is blind with stroke and psych-ops and still can stir the soap for Swede to munch on .
Daily Foreword May 23, 2015: Look out for those psych-ops in business and warfare. I remember Kenny Doll at the FDIC who was my boss and his neighborhood was almost detonated with fuel in late 1999 on the post-eve of Banking Deregulation. Almost detonated. I went to see Kenny Doll at his quarantined desk in front of the closed door. He told me that if I opened it they would kill me. Don't bring a gun, a pack of grease will make you go unconscious and make you blow your brains out. That happened to the FDIC director who was there in San Francisco during the FDIC Improvement Act of 1992. His successor was suspect as an underling mob boss in my professional opinion, coke up to the gills packed most likely. In California if you have a gun they will charge you for owning a gun and torture and maim you and label you. Never be taken alive should be written on the side of each gun sold to impress upon the young the seriousness of the quest they seek. What a joke the USA is in reality. Remember Vietnam? You shalt kill, kill, kill. I saw a lovely young Asian woman and wondered what causes infanticide?.
After 32 years I remember psych-ops in warfare behind the lead blanket brought up to the bridge wing in the nuclear voyage or the week before when we fired many missiles in 1983. The shield was brought up during refueling at sea. I and others saw the flying masons cement vibrator, a psych ops weapon coming in mid air. It was preceded with the death of those four sailors killed in advance to make way for saboteurs and this thing to impale the Dier FAG WW 03, aka the USS Reid FFG 30. I want to be paid but it appears my side retreated or I am seeing things like a stroke victim. I could not recognize people during the nuclear voyage or the week before. Colburn ran into the bridge from aft starboard topside. Like a cat more than colburn and if I recall, Karlson the signalman or Carlsen a helicopter pilot was lost. Karlson who is in a wheelchair for years tells me it was Carlsen who was hit in a helicopter, but Karlson was hit. These weapons rip the spinal chord and brain mimicking Multiple Sclerosis. Poor bastard. Perhaps I should rob a bank to make sure he is compensated, or play a game of Chinese chickens with craniums to make sure the whole dier fag crew is paid. My painting predicts this when F_DIC Swede Carol is Peking Cairn from our swollen nuts.
California dissolved into a contradiction from 1983 to 2015, and I saw it in a coma and in the FDIC in 1999 in the slippery wars I had forgotten from 1983. Psych-ops were re-visited, from the pacific ocean in 1983 to the FDIC office in Roseville in 1999. San Francisco FDIC was a might frightening with all that yelling by Toren in the Tenderloin FDIC office. Two strokes and the second slap wakes you up to the first, once you wake up to the second. Third world ways and the grease of D.C. leave you wondering, when does it end? Not why are we here? I say crackers and negroes should grow their weed in Alabama and New Orleans and Miami. We are not their damned slaves, those tyrants in power in those other states, like that more imperialistic warlord that is California. Those to the North South and East and West of the Gulf Coast USA states weaseled oil thievery and weed sales and left the people of that Gulf Coast region eating poison. Grow it but don't blow it.
I remember at the FDIC in 1999 that someone was angry at the banking examiners offices and said that a group of men from California and New York were going to monopolize marijuana in the state of California and keep it illegal for the rest of the USA. That man was stabbed and drug into an office if I recall from the "Slippery Wars."
Jack is a four letter word in my book. Strange how Jack played into the triangulated fix and then the odd thing was the explosion in Oklahoma on December 7, 204 in Oklahoma I witnessed. I kept going. Soon Hunter S. Thompson my fellow journalist was dead in 2005, murdered and labeled suicide. Did I do it?. Now that is queer..
Daily Foreword May 18, 2015: A rabbi once asked me, "why are you here?" when I was at a synagogue event. I had been in a sort of coma in that year for about thirty years, with memories lost since they occurred off the California Coast in 1983. Well Rabbi, I have the answer to part of your question, "I am here to warn you that nuclear blasts are not being reported off the California coasts as I was basically torched in 1983, perhaps also with psychological weapons after departing Long Beach Naval Station at Terminal Island in California near LA Harbor in 1983. Nose bleeds were common then also in 1983 for me after I was hit. Radio-active seafood triggers recessive genetic disease expression in the newborn and retardation issues. Perhaps I am here to tell you to add seafood to the list of taboo food for the young and adults intent on procreation. I think that the only way to save the human race is to expand to other planets. Depletion and overcrowding lead to immediate change and irreversible predicaments. Watch the Hindu with the mad cow, we don't fit on the plane.
Daily Foreword May 16, 2015: Here is a true joke about the medical establishment and the government that is in power over the USA. I was in a nuclear blast in 1983 which came from below the ocean's surface and that the USA government has not acknowledged. The paperwork is alleged to be in process but I will likely die before the investigation is completed by what I call the "Slippery" dictatorship in power. I say slippery because they are in power through psychological weapons warfare and they are often not in our corner assisting us. One doctor told me recently about a third testicle, a sort of vesicle in the tubes, that it was nothing, don't worry, but he was crying it seemed. Then I went to another doctor and he said I should remove my testicles and that I could change my name and get a sex change with a new ID and hidden location. I bet I would be killed by cannibals once I got there. First U lob three nuts, then U lob I leg. It was ironic that our ship, the USS Reid FFG 30 was sold to Turkey in 1999 and renamed the Gelibolu. For more odd stuff, see saintrambone's Yu Zhendong invention on this site and online. I can turn your Ac unit into a nuclear blam, just like NYC and OKC I betz.
On the return voyage in 1983 in the USN after a voyage in which I was exposed to radiation, we were passing past areas north of Los Angeles traveling toward a southerly course during the day. An officer or civilian not normally of our ship, a tall man, 6'2" with a full head of brown hair, showed me where a nuclear blast had occurred off the California coast on a chart. He was told not to talk to me by a man who had been staying in the bridge area and then led off by that man. It seems to me the officer may have asked me, "Are you in on this?". The man who led the officer or civilian away had been on the bridge earlier. A few nights to two weeks earlier, an officer from our ship was upset and discussing radiation in the drinking water taken from the sea. That officer was told ""Don't let the shrimp hear," and he was led away from me by the same person who later led the 6'2" officer or civilian away. I think both of those men were killed or incapacitated, or perhaps I never awakened. It's more than a philosophical point in psychological warfare.
I do not remember entering the harbor from the North but from the West. I had been knocked out I think. I had turned purple and was told so by my boss Petty Officer Colburn who came topside on the ship on the return voyage. I think it was Colburn, I am not certain. He looked different ever since the night he came running into the bridge and we were told Karlson or Carlsen was lost at sea. I might have had the first stroke then in 1983 when the 6'2" officer or civilian was led away, or when I turned purple on the trip back to port and coming from the west, or perhaps when the nuclear blast hit me a few days to several weeks earlier.
To this day many in California and Alabama and the USA attack me or harass me. I worked at the FDIC in another slippery war in 1999 during the year of banking deregulation and the Financial Services Modernization Act of 1999. They had been in a war before I arrived, with a death of their boss in San Francisco in 1992 during the FDIC Improvement Act of 1992. In 1999 they appeared to try to blow up my boss in Rocklin and his subdivision. I called him Kenny Doll in past writing. They called it suicide in 1992 of the FDIC Regional Director. I called it a warning shot and not a murder in 1999, unless Kenny Doll was changed or replaced. To Kenny Doll, I did not complete Xanadu school in 1999 and filed the EEOC complaint for the number of hours the school required and your threats of my being terminated for not completing FDIC Xanadu School, and in 2000 I took the class again and I was partnered with a china man in FDIC Seidman Center. We passed the school. I bet they lost the record on that event. I have lost all faith in the government of the USA and fear they were losing long before I was born. I live in fear since coming out of my coma in 2015. I had memory loss but some memories were partially re-gained.
I see an international dullard in power using various groups to further their rampage. Many of us live in sheer fear and terror. Just like in 1983, I say do not fear death, even if you are in a nuclear war. When you are in Hell on Earth it does not matter if Hell freezes over and you and your enemies are killed. That is the nature of man's existence. Many of us want the end of human existence, the end of suffering a caged and tormented sort of existence. Never trust the USA military service. They will harm you and your young and walk away and due to psychological operations against you, you can not see that they are killed or forced to pay. LA, Go to Hell, D.C. your F-DIC is dripping in your drooling snouts, Alabama, put your weed in your window sill to grow and show your support for Kurt Brown, your native son of a gun. You are not slaves in Alabama to those of D.C. or California or Mexico or Canada or Europe, you are free men, we are free men as long as we have our own mind.
Daily Foreword May 13, 2015: Because warfare is trickery, we can not know truths unless we witness or experience them. As I Quartermaster USN Kurt Brown try to recall the war of 1983, the silent war or attacks against us, I remember that when a ship was in our course sometime around the nuclear voyage, we had to turn to port 90 degrees because the ship would not move. I tend to recall the man who I thought was our Captain Barnett on the USS Reid FFG 30 telling me that the vessel was a British tender and that it was loaded with equipment brought up from a submarine. The British may have been hi-jacked in this instance. I am not certain. The equipment was likely psychological operations equipment, new mind control weaponry. In my opinion, it could have been USA equipment. The military was commandeered. We mean nothing to those in power. I had a stroke during those voyages. My life means nothing to them. I await that silent null sound, the sucking in before the detonation but life is Hell and Hell waits for no one.
Daily Foreword May 12, 2015: As I realize what happened in 1983, likely many deaths, and I realized this year that I have had two strokes, the first in 1983 the second in 2004. Our people lost that war then in 1983 or we lost several decades earlier. Honor thy father. I did not in one instance by joining the military against his bequest. When I am in California or Arizona I feel like I am in Hell. Their government, their people including D.C. are more like a vicious primate and you do not want to be surrounded by them when they are on the attack. I think banking laws changes and deregulation in the 1990's signaled the end of civility in the USA. The lower levels of the USA population don't have a clue what the upper levels of Earth are up to. Guard your own. Mankind is a predatory cannibal that will self destruct individually or en masse. Never trust the government. You do not know who they are except by their acts. Your eyes and ears are useless unless you see them for their results. The imperfect universe. I do not care if my enemy are killed here there everywhere, as it is self destruction in the end.
Daily Foreword May 6, 2015: As my memory returns from a stroke and memory loss from 1983, I am stunned and amazed at how well our enemies pulled the whole caper off. Perhaps they had already won in the 1950's when dousing other servicemen from that era in radiation, but paying them a paltry amount for the damage done. Now they do not want to pay it seems. If you were on the California coast some time around the latter quarter of 1983, you may have developed nose bleeds from new Psychological Operations weaponry. I had a stroke at sea in the USN after leaving Southern California in 1983 and I did not know it till this year. We were hit with psychological operations weapons. I developed severe nose bleeds soon after returning from the voyage. Someone told me I should get checked for a stroke and mentioned the nose bleeds among other sailors on the vessel and some possible deaths but I shrugged it off as inconsequential.
I think many sailors and coast dwelling civilians in California were hit with the same symptoms of nose bleeds and perhaps stroke. Some of us on board the ship and on other ships I believe had symptoms similar to my own. It is as if our enemies of our sailors were controlling D.C. in the method that all was kept silent on the boat about key events and more importantly psychological operations against us on the vessel, the USS Reid FFG 30 and those people of the California coast.
We were hit two or three times with psychological weapons. I got one hint from a CIA factbook statement that said the USN pacific fleet was conducting psych-ops on Russia in 1983. Someone who controls the UK may have done Psych-ops on us or it was done from elsewhere like outer space, or the UK was commandeered or beheaded and replaced. On one of the times we were hit with psychological weapons, likely when we were heading for where the nuclear bomb had detonated beneath the Pacific Ocean's surface, likely around 700 to 1000 nautical miles wnw of san clemente island and the era of time was near the latter quarter of 1983. One explosion was seen from San Pedro, and I would estimate 100 miles out, and that was the week before the nuclear voyage. A ship was in our course and the captain Barnett came to the bridge in dismay and had our ship turn to at 90 degrees port side. Then he told me to make note of the ship in the ship's log. I went to do so and turned to ask him who the ship was and he said British and before I could turn back, I remember little except perhaps the captain being escorted off the bridge. It looked like a battleship, likely a frigate or destroyer. I was down and out. A laser could have hit me. The captain could have been killed and replaced or altered. I never finished the ships entry in the ship's log, which is why I remember. I am like that, a task oriented person. I think I had a stroke at that moment and did not know it. Perhaps someone from D.C. injected me and caused me to have the stroke or a British or Hi-jacked British vessel hit me with a new weapon, a laser. They have not paid me and never even treated me or acknowledged a nuclear hit that I and the captain witnessed in 1983 during those two voyages which are most suspect to me. I have a claim pending and if I am not paid for the stroke and radiation? California VA had no details and denied it. I would like to have those who steal from veterans replace my friends positions in the incinerators of Long Beach Naval Station. It was a nasty fight I am certain but we on the vessel should be paid not just with lock stock and barrel, but currency though and through.
I believe four of our men were killed before the voyage to make room for saboteurs. The men were Likely of fuel line handler and cook duties. They were found dead at the North End of St. Vincent Thomas Bridge in San Pedro in a wreck that no one heard or saw in early 1983. Their bodies, one of them, had bullet holes, according to a coroner at his home state. I ran the drive test with Quartermaster Hill as witness, saw the wreck to be unlikely, and suspect they were killed for the next attempt I will mention of psychological operations. During re-fueling at sea, a line was tossed repeatedly to pull the fuel line to our ship. Finally another line was fired, but it was a weapon. I was on the bridge wing and several officers stood in front of me with an apron of lead I think. I thought it was a banner but it was a shield. When the line that looked like a mason's cement vibrator on a electrical line was fired toward our boat, someone said it was not a fuel line and an officer in front of me asked for a .45 caliber pistol. I remember someone saying the ship was getting hot. That is all I recall.
Also since machinists or spikes as we called them most often, I remember one spike who had his own little rebellion going. He had left hydraulic fluid all over the ladder at aft steering in the very bottom aft of the ship. I worked there some times to allay the pompousness of officers on the bridge. This lower level spike's boss was angry when he was told I had fallen and been hurt where the pipe rack was and hydraulic fluid was everywhere. The spike said to him in a low voice, "I can't believe you killed all those men". Privately The spike spoke of going awol and telling me it was a good idea to get off the vessel. Of course that was right after the nuclear voyage and I had suffered a stroke without knowing it.
On the third psych-ops operations against us during the time after the nuclear voyage, I believe we were heading back to port. I remember various members of various crews coming onboard. I was sick with radiation and stroke. A group of men, our enemies on board in my opinion, would not let information come to me from the officers, and if it did, they were told to shut up and go with him. He might have been killing them or had a psych ops weapon in mind. One officer who was brought to our boat right before we were to go to port, was showing me on a chart where a nuclear bomb had hit off the California coast. The other man told the officer not to talk to me. The officer looked puzzled and I remember just smiling stupidly, and thinking while dazed from the stroke and psych ops, "Get me off of this ship," and the officer mumbled a question, something like, "are you in on this?" He was led off. Likely killed or maimed just like the other officer who had told us we had taken radio active water from the sea to drink a week or weeks earlier. I do not know how long we were at sea, two weeks or a month.
On the return from the nuclear voyage, A shipmate, Petty Officer colburn, told me I looked purple and to have Quartermaster Hill and myself go get checked for radiation when we made it to shore. I forgot to tell Hill. "Hell, Hill, get checked." It was leaked to me by an officer that radiation was put in our drinking water. WE were at 19.6 the last time the bomb blew with me and captain Ten Rad Chip Barnett on the bridge wing, per the radio on the ship. It was a loud cannon sounding blast or bomb, and it was just radioactive water and debris, but hot, very hot. Watch that dip-tet on that first child Hell Hill. Could be a severe health and IQ dip. They abandoned us and we lost. It seems. Nothing is as bad as it seems. Every dog has his day. Psychological weapons could have an FDIC regional director pull his own gun out and blow his brains out. I was placed to work at the FDIC California in 1999 about 7 years after that happened in San Francisco to the F-DIC head. I have humor in war when no one gives a sh-t. If they tried to blow up my immediate FDIC boss, they would have in Rocklin in 1999 when that fuel line ruptured, but it did not which made me wonder about the scenario. All were afraid to approach my boss Kenny Doll's quarantined office where behind the office door he told me they would kill me if I opened the door. I knew he was a liar or I would have opened it. Subconsciously I suspected mind control due to medical training in the mid 1990's.
I think they told us something, but what? Kenny Doll, can I please have my job back but in San Francisco overseeing the whole set with internal audits or maybe coffee observation man? I promise to pretend there are no murderers present. I want to keep my teeth unlike those poor bass tirds they found in the Long Beach Naval Station incinerators. Was my former USN room mate in 1982 the missile control technician killed? I thought I saw him signaling me to get off the boat from the shore in latter 1983. That was after he told me a nuke had detonated while he was walking in an entourage. Perhaps they shot him at the shore. It all seemed so odd. His sparring partner for judo in our apartment in 1982 should be brought in to meet me, as he was the one who handled the roman candles, shrapnel cannons mounted 6 to 12 in a pod at mid ship top side near the railing. My room mate may have confided he was German Jew. That is an interesting predicament, kind of like being Honky and Nigger. His sparring partner appeared more German but you never know what you are looking at really. Do not fear death. Do not fear war. Life is filth and in it is a scar, like a festering wound and the USA on the West Coast and D.C. seem to have had it out and pissed all over the USA and us unlikely felons. The inquisition mixed with predatory capitalism, a festering wound and that ain't roses in her cauliflower California hair big bob.
At Belmont Shores or Seal Beach was a bar where I saw a woman sing this song, and ironically she looks like my mother in a strange way to me now. Missing Persons Words. Speaking of art, the Queerest of the Queer on Quatrains 1 of this site has been whispered to be Swede Carol Pekin Cairn, Freak Face He/she it.
Here is a joke. After being awakened from a coma and stroke by a Jew I went to an airport that was my home city. Vertical marketing dictated Airbus of Germany own half the airport and that Luftwaffa was airline of the century in the Village of the Damned. Who am I? And Why am I there? Vertical marketing would dictate that USA airlines and air defense are threatened by the presence and ownership of heavy Asian and European domination. I would like to head up a collective to integrate vertical marketing of our airlines, fostering them, rather than diminishing them with a Luftwaffa and Airbus. Independence and sovereignity of nation and human rights are tied inexorably. I fly the friendly skies like Captain Ten Rad Chip Barnett's third eye.
Also as a final aside, I often dream of new weaponry or try to put together pieces of other wars and conflicts and by doing so I can sometimes open perhaps unknown doors. In one instance, perhaps a dream, perhaps no, a man was on the bridge who looked like the captain or an officer and he held a black object in his hand. It looked like slate on one side. He said, "Kurt get your Crayola. I mean that, get your Crayola." At that moment I heard from Combat Information Control a shout that a submarine had come aside in stealth. It looked like a trident submarine and was larger than our FFG. I suspect a new weapon that is like a magnetic that will knock a man in the dirt without him knowing what hit him and he won't remember it when and if he returns to a normal state. It may cause strokes in the brain. The captain held the magnetic like device at penis level and pointed in the night to a large dark sky next to us. A submarine had risen up next to the vessel. The yell was heard from CIC which was below. I actually know a heard a yell from CIC was heard when we fired our payload of guided missiles the week before the nuclear voyage. Mind control could explain misbehavior and confusion and executions. I want my 100 percent disability or I will go to the FDIC to protest my unemployment or the treasury or both, or perhaps pay homage to those who control the FDIC and the EEOC. Charles, aka Chuck from LAPD may show up, sho nuff. It's a bitch getting terminated at age 40, whether at the LAPD or the San Francisco FDIC. I would not have recovered if not for the love and caring of a woman in the medical profession. The government fails us so many ways. Who owns them? Who owns us? For how long?
Daily Foreword May 4, 2015: I recently released on LA Craigslist News an article with a picture of my three balls in medical fashion. I was hit with radiation in 1983 and will likely die soon from cancer from the incident in 1983. Even more revealing is that I had a stroke in the brain in 1983 that was not detected until 2004 when with government approval, I had a second stroke. We were hit with psych-ops at sea in 1983. I am certain of it. The psych-ops were alleged in the CIA factbook against Russia in 1983. I suspect the California coast was hit with psych ops as well. Psychological operations are in reality modern warfare tools that accentuate or accompany nuclear weapons. The Federal Government was trying to deny it occurred in California but I think most witnesses were killed or their minds altered. I think I was deliberately given a stroke in 1983 perhaps in experiments by those who control the USN from overseas. I would rather have been killed at that young age than to experience radiation and a stroke. The government has turned away from me in last contact on this matter. I do not have much time. I do not think things are as they appear. The FDIC and the banking regulatory agencies was the second place of war in that simple blind fashion we saw in 1983, but it was 1999 and deregulation and then Y2K, the distraction. I was blacklisted by those federal gestapo and now I will die without payment. In time, they will lose their heads.
California and their controllers in D.C. and internationally control the state that hears and speaks and sees no evil and no veterans suffering in the undisclosed war in 1983 off of the California Coast and at the now closed Long Beach Naval Station at Terminal island in Long Beach California. Thousands of assault rifles were imported there around 1985 from China when the base was closed. Have you seen the captain ten rad chip? Vietnam was his war forte, but for me, it is the USA. I am in the middle of the technological war but I see we lost. I do not care if they who harm and attack us are killed, including the predatory capitalists. Captain were you killed and replaced? Or knocked unconscious?
Daily Foreword April 28, 2015: Here is a true joke. I have survived two strokes and just became aware of the first one which I had forgotten all events in 1983. I Kurt Brown remembered in 2015 many events at sea in 1983 involving a nuclear blast that hit me and also a new psych ops weapon or weapons. I had a stroke at that time in 1983 and did not know it till 2015. In 2004 I had a second stroke after forced injections. I had been on probation exile among the Humboldt County Indians of California after being caught catching Sheriff Jack Tillman of Mobile Alabama as a thief and pointing to obvious wars being applied inside the FDIC from the inside or the outside. You see the FDIC was a blood bath during the FDIC Improvement Act of 1992 which the San Francisco F-DIC's Head was blown off in his office. I was hired in 1999 to watch the ensuing banking war continue from 1992 and my own war from1983, which I had forgotten at that time in 1999 or I would not have taken the job. I filed an EEOC complaint in 1999 and was fired in 2000 and I saw it as a "Get off of this boat afloat note", Or a "Get off of this F-DIC Tick Lick With you Bloody San Francisco D.C. Queer F-DIC Bank Examiners and that Mass of D.C. Sheet As Commandeer In Sheet".
In 2004 I was traveling and thought I saw a radiation burn on my neck after being in New Mexico. I went to the Flagstaff Medical Center in Arizona was forcibly injected, had the second stroke in my brain unbeknownst to me until I was diagnosed a short time later due to sickness from the event. Now I wonder because I never could have remembered Stroke 1 if I had not had stroke 2 and recovered. Someone told me at the Long Beach Naval Shipyard Hazardous Waste office in 1991 where I was a civilian employee that he could not believe what they did to us USN sailors at the Long Beach Naval Station in 1983. They found some of our shipmates teeth and no corpse in the zip code. A lovely Jewish woman brought me from the edge 6 years after the second stroke in a big way and my recovery is continuing since I met her. She said I looked like her dead husband who had been killed. How strange? How odd? How Buck?
Now on those psych-ops weapons, I remember a harpoon type device fired from a re-fueling vessel onto the USS Reid FFG 30. I remember also a row of officers in front of me during the attempted re-fueling at sea, and I wonder now if they were holding up a lead blanket or other device. One of the men said the ship was getting hot and that is all I remember. I also remember approaching a vessel on the nuclear voyage. It seemed it was just myself and the Captain. A military ship was stationary there at under 1000 yards it seemed, and it had ordered us to "turn to" from our course toward their vessel, likely British or Soviet. We were off the California coast. Our location was WNW of San Clemente 30 hours at 30 knots I think, because they had taken me from navigation duties. We turned 90 degrees to the port. I am not sure but I might have been hit with psych-ops at that time and the ship may have been commandeered. However, who was it that signed in 1ate 1983 or early 1984 my "Get off of this boat afloat Note" if it was not Captain Barnett? Perhaps Captain Ten Rad Chip? My VA claim should be processed post-haste Sweet Carolin Mass of Sheet and I will be saddened if I see anything but Sweet Justice out of its suicide Rocklin trap. Was it he, am impostor, who planted the seed, and said, "How Weird" in that unidentifiable vocal chord. I went there after the attempt on his subdivision and he told me I would be killed if I went beyond that door, that door in the corner. I wanted to open it but I am sure he lied. They would not, could not, but more psych-ops, the inner blood drop.
I often wondered if any of our ancestors were killed or replaced with those who would pinch our heads off at birth with abortion and fail repeatedly to complete a new caste? I was told I had survived an abortion, the year was 2005 or 2006 after my mothers death. I doubt it. The dream is the outer layer, lair, liar?
In my own defense of all my vile adult acts I turn to God and in poetic pretense wax and wain, "If evil never sleeps then I was never awake, I pray the lord our souls to take before I awake, or embody". Null prime is conscious in the void.
Daily Foreword April 27, 2015: The first sin was by the bonobo monkey as far as mankind was concerned. Cross fertilization of sub species lead to man in what I call God's chemistry set. The garden of Eden was the bonobo mounting a gorilla and a rhesus. In the end I am in the USA and we have been mounted, first on the West Coast and then D.C. and the South East ain't nuttin but a sweet cherry chewing on a European vine held by a nut. I whistle through the trap, I know the smell of heaven and hell.
You must be aware that places where the impoverished reside, such as California and Alabama, the hungrier populations will often take opportunities to attack the wealthier innocent through lies and deceptions. The police if corrupt will attack anyone, and other government officials are always open to bribery in a predatory god less and ape like environment and attack in the same manner. The Mexican gangs in LA do it to each other often, lay traps lies etc.. There is a chop tooth fairy I call It that likes to attack people of the lower caste in the poorer parts of the state, even if innocent. we are the prey, they or It is the predator and they expect us to care if they are killed. Some say remember Vietnam. I say remember 1983 if you can. If you were in LA at that time you may have been hit with psych ops in addition to intense radiation. The best thing to do is ignore the chop tooth if they come calling. They are ignorant and mean and hungry like a rat trying to take crumbs instead of working.
The courts in LA were likely over run long ago. The Gestapo and the Mexican and the Asian churn your life into being a suspect eternally.
Daily Foreword April 26, 2015: For those of you who follow this site, the last time I saw the USS reid ffg 30 was when the captain drove past my window where I had to hide. He then took a course to the West North West of San Pedro California's intersection of 36th Street with Gaffey Street. The window faces west. I think the blast was in that direction which the captain sailed, WNW. I was told that many sailors had to be washed down with fire hoses at sea on subsequent voyages after I was no longer on the ship. Was it torture or was it necessary?
In reflection of hindsight and in prediction of the future, I am now remembering moments at sea lost in a nuclear voyage that was forgotten by the American Public in coastal California due to psych-ops and media blackout. Captain Barnett and I were on the bridge of the USS Reid FFG 30, which I called the Dier Fag WW 03.. It was as if we were alone in the skeleton crew formation, where most had gone awol or transferred or had taken leave or who were executed during the week of what I call the nuclear voyage of 1983 out of Terminal Island Long Beach California naval station.
There is a 50% probability the Captain Barnett of the USS Reid FFG 30 was killed or replaced during the voyage because of psych-ops. We in the dining area got a grim warning from Petty officer Colburn's Limey pugilist friends at the enlisted club. The UK sailors warned us to beware of impostors and a knife to the throat of those who would dare to speak. A Limey was in a blonde wig with another limey cuddling him who looked more Italian and there was a Limey voice behind us in the dining area after the voyage that said "If you say anything we will kill you". Considering it was the nuked Petty Officer Colburn who started the fight, and because Colburn carried a dildo for all who wanted to know, I took the remark as a sort of knife to the side.
While going to sea during a voyage, the nuclear voyage most likely, the Captain and I were on the bridge. A ship was stationary in front of us and likely several hundred yards out and I could not see the flag, f-lieing. The captain was irritated and said I don't believe this. He told me to record it in the ships log and as I remember now I was getting delirious because I did not know whose ship it was and if he told me then I forgot. I am not sure of this memory at this point because after 32 years I remember things, as Bladerunner would describe. We "turned to" at 90 degrees to our port side, heading West or South. The captain may have been escorted off of the bridge at gunpoint. I seem to remember being semi-conscious and laughing as if drunk and someone said look at his dimples, poked something into my cheek, thereby angering me. The man had a gun I think and told the captain the ship was being commandeered and to come with him. The captain made a remark of some derogatory sort. This is odd though, I remember on another voyage our ship was to taking on fuel or trying to and we were hit with a new sort of psych ops weapon that I call a pole vault. That memory is more clear and I also do not remember anything after the ship being hit with that weapon. I seem to remember someone talking about blood in the stairwell leading from the bridge wing and a flurry of discussion about it among sailors. I seemed confused in the memory, as if hit or stunned. If the blood was that of the captain, who was it that was washing down the sailors with a power hose at sea after I departed the vessel in 1984 . The torture of our men was relayed to me and one sailor asked why I did not tell him of some of the details of the nuclear voyage. The truth is, I forgot, I had a stroke during that nuclear voyage of 1983 and was not diagnosed until 2004 and did not recall the logical progression of medical diagnosis until 2015.
Nothing is as it seems. We may be part of an embryos dream. Never fear dreams. From all indications it was the captain Barnett who signed the "Get off of this boat afloat" note, for me to leave the ship in early to mid 1984.
Daily Foreword April 25, 2015: I Kurt Brown have put out a request for an attorney with the balls brains and connections to take on a Prima Facie lawsuit with unprecedented financial award capability. It involves hundreds of USN navy men from 1983 and a murdered FDIC regional director circa 1992. As I see it, the war waged on. I have contacted attorneys across the nation and here is a copy of the document requesting a lawyer to contact me to put the wheels of justice into motion for hundreds if not thousands of American citizens.
Daily Foreword April 23, 2015: The comedy of the day is materiality. What is significant and what is its weight? Some assume the self dignifying pontiffs of the past with their absurd human contortion leaves us dodging them, while greater things on a grander scale occur. I and others were hit with radiation while in the USN and no one cared for us, yet we and our children suffered. Like being attacked by a beast from the blind. Your mind can be altered in warfare and medical techniques. When I was young I feared the end of mankind. After this life, I see man already has one foot in the grave and, this is it.
Daily Foreword April 21, 2015: It is obvious that a war divided the USA over the years. We had a mockup party after our nuclear event at sea and the psych ops against us on the USS Reid FFG 30, it seemed like a surrender with foreign dignitaries there, one looking Argentinian or Mexican who thrust his groin out at me. Perhaps his testicles were cooked like ours on our ship, which I called the Dier Fag WW 03. The design of the informal structure of the USA has crystallized and now the West Coast of the USA from New Mexico to Montana to the West Coast States is under the control of forces and people with connections to the South of the USA border and in China and Asia. On the Gulf Coast and that region, it appears Germany and Europe control chemicals and oil. In New York, I see a shell of what once was, although I have never been to NYC. The USA government was insane when I was a child. Remember the Vietnam Draft? You must kill was the statement. Thou shalt not kill was the statement. They have incongruent logic. Many times we are pressured to flee. It is Gods way of saying ?.
I have contacted Florencia of Argentina, a young actress and daughter of the president, and I have also contacted Argentina's many movie producers. I want to do a movie about the Dier Fag and the Argentinian with hot nuts at our little party, which I was too sick to participate in 1983 due to radiation and a stroke. I think he was trying to tell me the Argentinians got burned and we got burned. I hope a study is done on the sailors who there the week of the nuclear voyage and the week before the nuclear voyage. I am not sure if we were hit with psych ops before the week of the nuclear voyage. We fired many missiles the week before the nuclear voyage and one or missiles hit the wrong thing. You see, if a refueling vessel can pull up next to you and pole vault you while a Soviet or UK vessel is at the aft, you have no choice but to die or to be commandeered for a brief period or forever. The captain of the Dier Fag gave me the green light to jump overboard at San Clemente Island before going to the nuclear areas at sea. If it was not the captain, an impostor, then his intent is unknown, to kill me or keep me out of the witness seat on the bridge. When the sizzle hit from the psych op weapon, my inferior side of my brain was toward the heat. I remember someone saying it was making the ship hot. Do not fear death, all things are temporal they say, the electrons, the sheets of liquid, and we the pop sickle. I am up for a Soho Doll also, as the UK is likely controlled from elsewhere just like the USA. Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang
Daily Foreword April 19, 2015: I may try to do a study of all of the sailors who were onboard the USS Reid FFG 30 the week of the nuclear voyage in 1983 and the week before. In a recent poll of all men onboard the USS Reid FFG 30 during the nuclear voyage of 1983 and the week before the voyage, it was concluded that 100% of all three of the men sampled either had children with birth defects after the voyage or the men went completely sterile. I would like to do a study of all of the men who were onboard for a possible lawsuit.
I was hit with a nuclear bubble that was claimed to be the British by Petty officer Colburn. However I recall also later at sea in the nuclear voyage a Soviet Vessel was behind us according to an officer and it was the British according to the captain. AT that time we had a refueling vessel come to our port side which eventually fired something at our vessel that looked like a long thick electrical cable. I believe it was a high tech weapon and I believe all of our personnel or most were hit, for me it was the second time on the nuclear voyage, and I had a stroke at that time. I Kurt Brown had the stroke in 1983 and in the year 2015 I realized that a stroke had occurred at sea. In abduction of myself authorized by the federal government and state government in 2004 in which I was forcibly injected chemicals for the second time, I was diagnosed with the stroke. The first I was forced injections was in 2001 in federal custody in California after fleeing Alabama where I was under attack for my investigations of criminals in Sheriff's roles and in federal Bank Examiners offices. I was knocked unconscious with forced injections in 2004 and now have a deep distrust of American state and federal healthcare facilities.. I would say the event at sea was a continuation of psych ops by the Russians or the Americans or the British in 1983. The CIA factbook can back me up on the revelation of psych ops in 1983 in the Pacific Ocean.
So what caused the defects in our children and our loss of the ability to have children, the radiation that was in the ocean or the new weapon I have described in which a long line was fired at our ship and connected? Four men were killed prior to that event and I suspect line handlers for fuel lines were replaced in an act of espionage and subterfuge at sea. The captain had told me he would need new line handlers and he might have me do it because he could trust me as long as he could see me. I want statistical studies done on those men who were onboard to see what percentage were impacted and I may do the studies myself. Were all 100 percent of the men's future children impacted in the next few years if they procreated? How many were made sterile? Were their Lives shortened? I have taken a study of three men for my calculations to derive 100% of the small sample group of three out of a ship of likely 35 to 195 men have been impacted. Further statistical samples and a larger sample population need to be studied..
God works in mysterious ways and I sometimes try to feel God's hand in the matters of our concern. Like the Chambers Brothers had music sang of time and the Pixies sing of Change on Youtube, "Hey".
Daily Foreword April 18, 2014: As in all sad mafia and military stories, there always has to be a joke for the punch line, sometimes at the end of which a St. Valentines Day Massacre type scenario occurs. Here is my true joke. I was forced injections and likely electric shock in 2004 after a short illustrious career both as a federal examiner at the F-DIC in 1999-2000 and after work as a freelance investigative journalist until 2001. I was diagnosed as having had a stroke in 2004 after I was released from federal government and state medical puppet government control. Fast forward from 2010 to 2015 and my memory is still returning over that ten year period. The funny thing is that I had forgotten by 1999 a nuclear hit I endured from a submarine most likely and a hi-jacking of my vessel in the USN that occurred in 1983. I was so sick on the return voyage or part of it, I had forgotten much of the events by the time we arrived back at shore in 1983. Then I realized in 2015, we were hit while we were taking on fuel from a vessel that missed several times in their fuel line toss from their boat to ours. An officer had told the captain we had a soviet vessel to our aft. The aft was our blind side in warfare. Captain Barnett mumbled the ship was British. The line handlers were in place toward the aft, tossing the line for the fuel line to us and then an explosion from the fueling vessel like a cannon at midships toward the bow. An officer turned and yelled, "That is not a fuel line" "Hand me a .45". That is all I remember and I had forgotten these facts until just a few days ago after talking with a shipmate about refueling. The funny thing is that I think I had the stroke before I got off of the ship. I say this due to memory loss. A VA doctor told me in 1985 or 1986 a tumor on my thigh was from X-rays. The nuclear blast had been forgotten. I had a stroke in the USN and remembered it 31 years later, 10 years after a worsening of the stroke 21 years later. The USS Reid FFG 30 took a flying dildo in the side while refueling. The Dier Fag WW 03 was f-cked by the refueling vessel. A circuit might have been made with the vessel behind us. I remember much more but I've not enough time to sort it out in my mind. I believe if the attempt to ram us with the flying vibrator snake while re-fueling had failed, the ship behind us would have hit us or we would have been hit from overhead in space. I would like to go back to work at the FDIC San Francisco with a private office so I am not stressed. I want to oversee the budgets of expenditures and some accounting but no stress. Is Torenson alive from the F-DIC? Is Justice? You see, my little war went from 1983 to 1999 and as always, I stand there waiting and analyzing what is happening. I am not afraid of death, I welcome it but suicide and murder are not allowed so I take risks. Sometimes I call them tests. Like Jehovah, let Hill be my witness from the Terminal Island Bridge murders test.
Daily Foreword April 16, 2014: I released a video yesterday regarding a memory that has returned on the nuclear voyage of 1983 onboard the USS Reid FFG 30 at the youtube link . Four men were killed before the launch of the vessel and some were fuel line handlers at sea and perhaps kitchen cooks. The official word was that the men were killed in a wreck. I did research with a shipmate and found out that it was likely a lie that it was a wreck. I believe they were shot to death. We were later hit with Psych Ops in the Pacific, either the USSR or the UK or another American vessel. We can not know at my level exactly, nor the captain for that matter, but in memory recall, we were hit.
I remember once my now debilitated shipmate Signalman Karlson of Ketchikan was atop the mast working. The radar was on and moving and Signalman Colburn or another shipmate told them to turn it off. An Asian or Filipino man was outside and looking at the radar. He said it was not emitting radar signals. I think it was because I heard the pulse of the radar coming across as static on a radio on someone's belt who was standing next to me, and that alone would burn Karlson's spine causing MS symptoms. The pulse of the radar could always be heard as static on the walky talky type radios used in 1983. I am by trade a nerd really, Einstein in a retards mask in my own opinion. Sometimes I have a bright and crazy idea to test things. Ask Jack Tillman and the federal warlords in power in Mobile Alabama and D.C. from 2001. I ran a test on 4-3-2001 to see who the thief of inmate food funds. Jack Tillman answered. Their government turned against me, against us, I was maimed less than a month later by a federal official before court in Los Angeles, on 4-23-2001.
After truly awakening from a 31 year coma, it saddens me to see our world is often without hope for so many people, including encroaching sickness due to the toxicity of our environment in which we live today. Due to the population increases to the South of the USA and Asia, millions are spilling into the West Coast of the USA. Unless space exploration and colonization are enacted, I foresee the USA divided with a conglomerate state of nations to our south in which California will be annexed or devoured. The other parts of the USA will be impacted also with various maneuvers and shifts in international power. The world is a vampire, so lets grow wings and fly to greener pastures, less toxic sea, if we can, that is my hope, otherwise, is there hope, here, as things are?.
Daily Foreword April 14, 2015: The main thing you must remember when you are in California or Alabama or D.C. is that when the enemy sects attack you or harass you or lie about you, that you must remain calm. Do not respond to them. If they follow you and harass you, I hope you can kill them.
When I was on the USS Reid FFG 30 in 1983 during the nuclear voyage or the week before, I remember we were taking on fuel from a vessel. I remember the trouble they had passing the fuel hose from their ship to ours while we were cruising at 10 to 15 knots. I seem to remember, its so long ago it seems like a dream but it is real, a electrode being fired from one vessel to ours. An officer was standing between me and the electrode when the electrode was fired. He turned toward us and said, "Hand me a .45", pistol he meant. That is all of that I remember. Did they in the failed attempt hold a sort of lead or fishing line to direct something that looked like an electrode or a mason's cement vibrator to the USS Reid FFG 30, aka the Dier Fag WW 03? I remember the alarm one person had that it was not a fuel hose. I also remember an officer stating that they did not want the heading we were to take when bringing on fuel because we had a Soviet vessel to our aft, which was the blind spot in our ships defenses. I was hit later with radiation and Signalman Colburn said it was the British who did it and started a fight with some British onshore on a later date.
As an aside we allegedly lost four of our lower ranked seaman, some of whom would have been line handlers for fuel lines at sea, such as boatswains mates and one was a cook most likely. The men were conveniently killed in a car wreck on the North abutment of the St. Vincent Thomas bridge, which links Terminal Island to San Pedro, when taking the first exit to the right to San Pedro harbor, LA Harbor. I later tried the trip with my shipmate Quartermaster Hill at high speed in a Mellow Yellow 1972 Buick Skylark to test if the car would swerve toward the wall and it did not do so at full speed. On a later trip across the bridge the bridge attendant said he saw me speeding and watched me on the cameras on the bridge, told me to slow down, and he said he knew I was testing what those men did to have a wreck. Then the bridge attendant said that they heard no wreck, they just went to the other side of the bridge and found the bodies. Those men were likely drunk, then drugged, trapped, and then killed, and replacement line handlers and cooks were sent onboard, perhaps. The line handlers and a cook were needed for this type of attack to occur. This is a hypothesis based on facts as to what happened.
Could it be that a new weapon could be used to take over the ship next to it by using the electrode and another weapon, perhaps to the aft or overhead? Mentally incapacitated we would fall victim. I also seem to remember a ship appearing out of nowhere and the alarm one sailor had and he said, here it comes again. Was someone breaking the circuit or control over us? Could it be that men's minds could be controlled from outer space, thinking they were doing one thing while another occurred? Be very careful in the cities of California from the East Bay of San Francisco to Bakersfield to Southern California as intimidation and threats and harassment are common by criminal sects or gangs against the innocent, including when shopping in places like Wal Mart and Target. In Los Angeles the courts are corrupt and controlled by higher level crimes syndicates of international and national origin just as the FDIC in San Francisco, my prior employer who fired me for filing an EEOC complaint. They lie like the devil. Its your F-DIC, it has parasites in San Francisco and D.C.. I do not care if my enemies are killed but I believe in the Ten commandments and would not kill them unless attacked. They are simple people often, enemies to mankind, the minds of children and the actions of Bonobos or Gibbons, and you should never trust your enemies in California or Alabama or D.C... I can not get proper healthcare in the USA. I can only pray for a merciful death because being cooked on that boat and those things afterward have made me see Hell on Earth.
Of the two doctors I saw this year, one of them told me that it is likely I would die if I did not get my third testicle removed, and that in order to save my life I may have no choice. The radiation is in my leg as well, so what is the point? The doctor also told me that the red spots on my head were from electrodes and electric shock. I was knocked unconscious in 2004 at Flagstaff Medical Center Arizona with forced injections and they prepped me for electric shock before the injections by jamming a gel coated tongue depressor in my mouth. I believe it was ordered by someone in the federal government. My question is, did they do it to harm me or help me? Ironically I had a stroke from the event or in 1983. I was diagnosed with a stroke in 2004 after the forced injections. Ironically 10 years to the date, I remembered lost pieces of the nuclear war and advanced weapons war of 1983. I came to the Flagstaff Medical Center hospital in 2004 because of a odd burn on my neck and they made my wife and BC/BS insurance pay for it after they abducted me for days. I no longer have BC/BS or healthcare at all, because of deliberate tampering by my enemies in factions of the federal government.
I was told that the woman I was with in 1983 who saw the nuclear blast while standing at her ocean view window in San Pedro, I witnessed as a flash and a "Curly Q" as she saw it, and she recovered from breast cancer years later it was rumored. She was exposed directly to the silent blast through the window. I believe she is dead although it has not been confirmed. The Rocky Horror Picture Show had their Janet, and I had mine.
The thing about the top war machines you must realize is that we are only human. The machines and apparatus are built with advanced logic and advanced imagination, but at our level it is an ape's existence. From the smallest particle discernible in an atom and all things in space, to the next level of chemical elements and then compounds or energy formulas, to the largest things including our universe, all things are used against us in war and we can not discern all of it. The closer you are to the vortex, the more likely you are to be sucked in. I was able to predict the drought in California in 2010 after seeing a satellite image from outer space showing our solar system going through the center of our section of the spiral arm of the Milky Way Galaxy. The picture was soon removed or I lost the picture, but I remembered the image and made correct predictions. 40-percent to 50-percent rainfall in 2014 as compared to 2009. Show me another.
Daily Foreword April 13, 2015: Beware of California as it appears to be a new nation of hatred and abuses, but most of the population reminds me of Mississippi and don't control any of the nonsense nor the prisons, yet many will attack the innocent without provocation and fabricate lies to try to cause them to be killed or imprisoned. As my memory returns from a 31 year black out, I also remember in 1983 after the silent war against the USA, on the return voyage, after being hit with radiation and likely drugged or hit with another weapon, someone told me that my skin was purple and that I should get checked for radiation when we returned to shore. They also said that Quartermaster Hill should be checked also because he was having the same effect according to the man who told me, but Hill had been working in the galley washing dishes I thought and I did not see him the entire voyage, nor afterward, until a voyage or two later. Many of us had children with birth defects after the voyage. Karlson a signalman, was always up high on the mast working or by the radar on the upper deck. I volunteered to do it and was told no. Being outside behind the bridge on the upper deck was considered deadly due to the radar and other weaponries. Signalman Karlson has had MS Symptoms for years. I was given a Ketchikan Alaska hat recently in honor of Karlson. Karlson mentioned the fuel hose to me recently that we used at sea while underway. Karlson has not been paid by the invading forces on American soil. My radiation claim is pending. The VA told me in 1985 the tumors I had were from X rays. That was in 1985 before I remembered the silent nuclear and advanced weapons attack against us when my memory returned in 2010 to 2014. The sad part is that most do not care who dies here in the USA. We were invaded and there is a suicidal death wish in much of America.
I once saw a sparring contest between two men from the boat, sport. I considered the sparring contest and once again, my mind asks, is it possible to have impostors, and are we at war with ourselves? I am considering Istanbul Turkey as my next landing spot and I want to tour my old ship. Its missile launcher has been removed. I would like to go to Iran and see if their border to Turkey is like Mexico's to the USA and I would like to see if Iran was taken over by those who control America. I was told that was the case by a man from the Mid east. Or perhaps Colombia is a preferred place for me to see, I was told they did not take shit off of the Americans by my Colombian college chum. We designed a shoe company and won for our thesis. I will name the shoe after Americans of the lower caste, "Run niggah Run"
It is my belief that doctors are being strong armed by war criminal sects in power in areas such as the East Bay of California, particularly Concord. I had two diagnosis. One said I will be dead soon from cancer and another said I will live and that my third testicle is nothing. Considering the Doctor who said I was well was in a hospital with an Ebola scare and due to the fact he had tears in his eyes, I think he was being told to keep silent on my cancer.
The third world presence and the lingering effects of protracted war leave you at the mercy of predators in the government healthcare system. It is as if they do not want veterans such as myself to use their healthcare. I was first tortured at LA VA Westwood in 2001 with forced injections before court. I see many syndicates in the USA. Governor Brown is likely not a Brown in California. He is Governor Hemp Tax Hung Fang Bush Brown Weed to many taxpayers who flee Mississippi mud.
Daily Foreword April 11, 2015: As I Kurt Brown come out of a long coma or memory loss, 31 years from a advanced weapons war in 1983 in which I was hit and not treated for radiation and not acknowledged by the USA or UK or USSR government as of this date. I was maimed again in 2001 and 2004 after investigating government criminals, high and low. Someone said the Pentagon was lost on 9/11/2001. Considering my radiation situation from 1983 in which I was hit and the government forgot my radiation after my memory was lost, I think the war was lost long before that. Whose on first is the name of the game in world conquest, and it is always "Batter up time." I would support a dictator if he was above the grade of the lower end idiots in power. We must be free men free from this diminishing ecosystem or we die with it.
I realize we may have lost a war long ago. As I see it, the California coast is no different from the Mississippi Coast. Do a Geiger count for radiation, count the oil rigs, count the casinos, count the murder and the mayhem associated with a government that is not united, but very divided, at least from those of us who lost very much. They lie to us because they are killers and they do not disclose attacks on the young either, such as radiation in the seafood, or the young boys who came onboard the USS Reid FFG 30 after the nuclear voyage in which I was told my skin turned purple. Someone told me to go get treated but the effect of the radiation and perhaps drugs given to us was to laugh and say it does not matter. Terminal Island in the Navy is a bitch, you are better off to be eating beans with Joe Bananas Bonana at the federal penitentiary at Terminal Island. Gangs are the wave of the future but they are like apes under the war in technology.
They did more to us at sea and I do not care if those who have harmed us are killed anywhere in any locale. Purple skin means you lost oxygen or you busted vessels or you were being cooked by radiation or other weapons or have been fed toxins.. I remember burning to death but I was in my cot and already hit by a radioactive sub sea bubble in which my Capatain Barnett jumped back to avoid the blast in which I was hit. My shipboard friend Karlson of Ketchikan was put atop a pole and cooked until he had MS symptoms, which is a shooting through of the CNS. I have tumors galore and much more horror associated with the war of 1983 and federal torture after working in a federal bank examiners job until 2000 and a journalist investigating government crimes until 2001 when a Sheriff had me shut down. The Sheriff was under investigation by myself and found guilty but our enemies in power in local dictatorships in the cities to the East and South East allow it while those on the west assist in the torture murder mayhem and robbery of ourselves. Now it is 2015 and I see my enemy eating me alive and I know that greed and ignorance are the forte of the predatory capitalist. To die here quickly is a mercy killing so perhaps it is time I move away before bits and pieces are blown away. The California Gestapo mixed with the Mexican federal Bullshit inquisition and the Asian horde attack on the west coast leave the common American of no consequence in peril if they stand up as I did. I can only pray that we receive justice, and that is not the burning of Justice, if he is even alive. The technology war wages. It is foolish to serve a military that has fallen.
From one of those who may have been executed in some fashion, he told me he was German Jew. I often wondered if we had shipmates who were Germans who hated Jews. I should have asked, well who is winning the Germans or the Jews and whose side are you on? I think I know. Never get caught in the middle as I did. I want to be paid for the radiation but the dictators in power down played it or were executed in government or are arranging for my death. We are like captive apes on a planet soon dead, so what if war rings out, but lets hope for mercy killing and not prolonged suffering. That is the nature of the primitive sort, to maim, the advanced murder in totality. The symbolic representation of precise quantification in grand scale has much worth. I can predict future rainfall if given satellite images at the middle of the Milky Way Galaxy and 20 years back and 20 years forward. Imagine the traps they lay for us. Man plans and builds and God laughs the first law of thermodynamics, or Murphy's law as some know it. As the besieged child of God, the child asks in black chain mail, Who wants war? While in his hand a black hole leaks out.
Daily Foreword April 6, 2015: The greatest mistake I ever made was to ignore my fathers advice to avoid USA military service or work in finance in the USA. Honor thy father. I will pay with my life for ignoring that word of advice due to cancer I will develop from radiation exposure by the military and other weapons. Another mistake I made was not to show courage when facing the devils of our times, financial war criminals inside the USA government and their associates in the legal systems. I was forcibly injected and forced to take a plea in 2001 and labeling myself permanently criminal and temporarily insane. I had caught a Sheriff stealing and he set the whole thing up including illegally taking a gun permit of mine. That was what the money laundering and murdering facets of Asians and Mexicans and Gestapo needed in Alabama and California and D.C. to destroy me. Even though the case was dismissed later, their crimes syndicates in government continue to harass me. My sentiment is if you are coward, you deserve death. If you have courage with the devils of our times and die, God will hold you on the crown when we get home. Our enemies are cannibals, lower animals, and they have come to power. They teach us to destroy our own and steal all we have. We should not applaud nor grimace when the devils fall or die.
My word of advice is to avoid the government of the USA and disappear if you can to Timbucktoo if you can. They are a foreign dictator in our cities whether in Mobile Alabama or Los Angeles or San Francisco or Texas and you should always show courage if you are in God's graces, including fighting to the death to free yourselves from those factions who are our enemies in power. Many of us Gringo's are targeted in California. Behind the Mexican is the Asian and then the Gestapo etc. These are terrible times. Death is preferred if we can not escape the planet. Show courage when you pull that suicide trigger if we are captive. I would rather be dead than a captive to our enemies in power in their factions in the USA or this Earth. The USA should have split, East and West in 1983 after the nuclear war, but it was a newer weapons war and I bare testament to the severity of those weapons. Many were killed, my memory was knocked out for 31 years on much of what happened at sea in 1983. Curly Q shrimp and Jeopardy Fish are on the radioactive menu at your local seafood diner..
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In auditing, the chances of collusion is a funcion of X. The best example of this is the number of agencies under the National Treasury Employees Union (NTEU) expressed as X. Collusion makes all audits and investigations irrelevant and unreliable. Simply, mathematically collusion is a function of X where f(x). I say it is Squared, which is f(x)^2-1. I only trust myself and we should have auditors check each other's work, for errors. Therefore on the surface there are thirty agencies under the NTEU, mathematically then 30^2 chances of collusion or 900 chances of collusion. In reality there are at least 120 agencies, therefore 120^2==14400 chances of collusion. The regime will argue they have controls in place. The regime has created a criminal monopoly and we are the slaves and our industry and our people are slaves to their paradigm. The dream was a dream, never to return in this life.
Agencies are being hit twice, meaning collusion through technological quarantine of departments in agencies, and then entire agencies themselves.
I urge my people, the humans, those poo r shut out of all wealth, not to drink or smoke marijuana or use other drugs. Marijuana should be legalized.
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I dedicate this site to Former Sheriff Jack "Snatch The Fairy Possum" Tillman of Mobile Alabama who was allowed to steal inmate food funds in 2001 and onward while I was tortured in Los Angeles and Flagstaff after trying to report him to federal officials in Los Angeles on 4/23/2 001.
Many were killed in federal banking regulatory oversight since the 1990's including the F-DI C Head, the Regional Director of the San Francisco FDIC, circa 1991 and banking frauds judge Thomas Crane Wales was murdered on 10/11/2001. .
Those at top are often not our people so beware of USA military involvement. It is counter-productive and suicidal to join them. Due to the disenfranchisement and subjugation of the working class children in t he South East and Mid-West USA, I n ow support any positive capitalist or po sitive socialist party who can stop the attacks by the dictatorship against many of us, including forced injections, forced medical procedures, and total destruction of our liveliho od 2000 s and health and our families.
Tillman was a thief and I was under atta ck for reporting the Sheriff and for investigating the murders of high level bank examiners and later a banking frauds judge and other deaths in highest finance. Tillman had taken my gun permi t illegally when I wa s going to present my evidence that he was an inmate food funds thief on April 3, 2001. I al so wanted others to know that 911 knew of an attack on myself by the FDIC or associates in February 2001. The attack was related t o the federal government and the FDIC and money laundering and murder. I wa s attacked after St. Valentines 2001 by the FDIC or associates while investigating murder of the FDIC Regional Director prior to the arrival of George Masa. I first told them I had come forward on bullying in the FDIC of the Examiners In Charge and sometimes murder and money laundering. I was directed to eliminate Tillman from office by family and used him as a hinge-pin of sorts in my cases, a hinge-pin of truth. Our enemy will starve us and reward themselves and he took my gun permit when I had no gun on my person and when I was testing for his thievery on 4-3-2001 (A date chosen for its poetic simplicity). The time has come for change. The time has come to flee to another nation or to accep t war in the USA.
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