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October 25, 2019

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Yes, that was the same, if not similar feeling I had that something big was going to happen when I emailed David, I was selling our home and wanted to move to California, when my mother’s stroke happened in 2005.

This should surprise, and shock him, this man who lives in a multi-million-dollar home.  I used to ride my bicycle around Walden Lake.  I like bike riding, its fast.  The wind cools you as you go and riding your bicycle outside is not the same and riding a stationary bike just like running outside in the fresh air is not the same as running on a treadmill.

I used to ride my bicycle around Walden Lake.  It is probably why there is a lake scene(s) in the movie, Enemy of The State.  There are bike and trail paths that meander and wind up and down Timberlane drive.  Timberlane, Timberline Lodge, one would almost think they purposefully named the road Timberlane just to get me to live there, in Plant City, in Walden Lake.  Dyslexic (?).

One afternoon (Good afternoon, my name’s Russell, UP), I took my bike to the lake, and was aware, very quickly, I had a tail.  I mean a tail, another person on a bicycle, following me, and I mean on my back tire like they were only inches from me.  Uh…I ain’t slowing down.

It’s what it read like, it’s what most other people would have done, stopped, let the other person pass, or perhaps this person wants or wanted to talk.  Some people will truly be able to understand that sentence – alone.

No, I didn’t stop.

No, I am not stopping.

No, I went faster.  And, I kept going faster from my home to where the entrance to the park at Walden Lake is, to nearly half-way around the lake, I kept going faster because this guy behind me, was on my ass.  Finally, when I reached about half-way around the lake, it stopped.  I looked behind me.  He was gone.  So, I stopped.

It’s in the movie at the beginning of the movie The Bourne Legacy, as me the director of the CIA, telling this man, you’ve got a real problem.  Looks like I’ve saved his life, more than once.  Please don’t tell me his house is not – brick.

Since, let ‘em come, 13 Hours, and so many other references to my home are made in movies, let me tell you how this man’s house – reads, it’s also seen in me and read from me, in another movie, I forget the name of it, I believed Hugh Jackman had been the lead, it’s about a kidnapping of his daughter, and his daughter dies, there is a tree in this film in from of his home, I believe there was a van in the scene also, it’s in the tree, there is something in the film really of him in the tree, it’s not complimentary.

His house reads, as a scream.  Want to know why?  Nothing ever changed.  The façade never changed, the trees, landscaping never changed, there was never any life around, no people, ever inside, outside, walking to and from cars, never Christmas lights, never decorations, never anything, or any sign of life – ever.  Uh, something’s wrong, then.  Is it a house, or is it a front?  Look too inconspicuous, and then you do look conspicuous.

Kevin on the roof in UP, that’s me, placing Christmas lights all over our house.  I had a star of Bethlehem in a tree in our front yard, with reindeer.

And yes, it really was beyond my comprehension that people were not only out to get my house, attempting to kill my brother, and REPEATEDLY killing and attacking my mother, over and over again.  I mean, for chrissake, I was working for Disney.  Disney.  It’s not like I was working as a receptionist for anything else that would read as, watch your fucking back because if you work for us, people will try and kill you.

Unfortunately, the threats, none of them, none of the strokes on my mother, my mother’s car accident, with the exception of some involvement in my brother’s car accident, none of them – none of them – look, foreign.  That’s really sick.

Do you believe in God, from Angels and Demons, I have always found this scene, and this line of dialogue alone, unusual.  As though the writer, author himself, placed himself, in the scene.  It says, the author does believe, almost obviously, in God, yet he questions and wonders, why does God allow such atrocities to happen, to such wonderful people?

Is this conscience, deliberate, or happen-stance?  Do you believe in God code, do you, BIG.  Big meaning first, the store Big Lots.  This is a shoe purchase, I made in the early nineties, they are seen on Emily’s character in Crazy, Stupid, Love, in the parent-teacher conference scene.    A shoe purchase near Big Lots at a store that was affiliated with Sam’s Club, Bud’s.  Sam’s brother.

Emily’s character is dressed, casually, yet stylish, chic, it’s close to resembling me.  I wore these shoes with a car-wash skirt (it really is the term and name for it, probably why Creggan had a gift card that I used for a car wash in Plant City), to the formerly-named, Pleasure Island, at Downtown Disney, in Orlando, someone saw me walking from our car to the entrance.

Do you, Big, also references the movie, Big.  It also references, do I like large men, fat men, and also, why is Cherith so overweight.

Real or not?

No, I ain’t slowing down, I ain’t stopping, and this goes together, most likely, with the movie, The Peacemaker.  That bomb, that this FBI man is seen as escaping the bridge and truck being blowing up scene in The Peacemaker, that’s me, resigning from working at Dillard’s.  So, what actually happened once I left?

Let me explain, I don’t have a favorite – chocolate.  Other than I prefer dark chocolate to milk chocolate, and milk chocolate to white chocolate.  There will be few people who will read this, as it is in my head.

Dark chocolate, if all you look at are the ingredients, dark chocolate has less ingredients, it is less tainted, more authentic, or pure.  Also, it reads, I am a connoisseur, or truthfully, if there is another word that means something greater, or finer, than a connoisseur, that’s me.  Exceptionally rare (Aladdin).

Michael used to say this all the time, I never believed Michael, or anything he did as very smart, or intelligent, champagne taste, Dr. Pepper pocketbook, about me.  I was way too good, for Michael, and it was such a waste of my talent, allowing Michael to happen.  That is my mother dying and that is also me, seen in the actress dying on the houseboat in the movie, Munich.

I don’t know how actresses are able to do nude scenes.  It’s a really difficult scene for me to watch.

You’ve been reading it wrong, the only reason Avner’s character smells perfume in the hallway before he discovers the dead body of Carl, this is meant for me to tell this other FBI man, it’s a warning.  A death threat.  A warning, for him.

I do not have a favorite chocolate; this goes together with my mother’s favorite chocolates were dark covered orange peels.  This is a brain memory I have of my mother and me at the Godiva store in Brandon mall.  It would be why one of my trainers at Disney “used to” be the manager at the Godiva store in Brandon.

Here is my brain memory, while my mother and I were at Godiva there is a transaction taking place, not because of me or for me, it is connected to the loading dock at Dillard’s, a transaction taking place in the office of the jewelry’s store sort of to my six to eight o’ clocks, behind me.  It goes together for the reasons there were trucks in the movie, The Peacemaker, and they have nothing to do with nuclear warheads.

You’ll need a compass.  At the loading dock at Dillard’s.  It requires a compass, so there are coordinates still to be found.  It is still active and present.

I would have to watch the movie, again.

I did not work the loading dock at Dillard’s.  There were only certain people who unloaded the trucks, placing those items from boxes or cartons (Zohan) to racks that were wheeled out onto the sales floor.

There is also significance to the store manager incinerating (compactor) inventory when an inventory or audit was being done of the store.  It could just reference Dachau, in connection to whatever else was going on at the loading dock.

There is a hidden meaning in the conversation at The Container Store about something in her files, being a problem.  It goes back to at time when I worked at Hilton and was asked to assist the secretary of (I forget her correct title) the head of the site with filing paperwork.  This goes together with the back breakroom that was added after I was employed there, and it is in the glass, a wall of glass, that was filtered, so you could not see out, yet allowed the light in the room.  It goes together with a real magazine company in London, and I’ve been in the office before.  It’s seen in the scene in The Bourne Identity with the man crashing through the windows in Jason Bourne’s Paris apartment (details).

One reason my boyfriend is seen in Sherlock as, it won’t affect the little ones, meaning Cherith will still be able to have children, and Hugh Laurie being in Home Depot when I was there means, the real Hannibal Lecter, my boyfriend will be able to help and solve these medical, seemingly, “natural causes of medical conditions”, mysteries, or death threats, or kills, and medical messaging.  It’s probably why Hugh Laurie was cast in the television show, House.

My boyfriend will probably be able to read this best, I used to have severe occurrences of vertigo, or extreme dizziness.  Movement of my head, and all of a sudden, I could not move.  I would have to lie down, close my eyes, hold my head, often for as long as fifteen minutes or a half an hour before it would go away.

My mother had me go to our chiropractor for it.  My chiropractor looked at me, at my face, first, as though she was checking to see if I was demon-possessed, obviously not.  She asked me what I ate, was eating.  What I remember was eating macaroni and cheese, the instant kind, it’s only about 300 calories, and that means diet food, if you read it correctly.  After telling her, the vertigo stopped.

It looks like, this FBI man, or someone working thereabouts, probably female, not getting inaudible responses from me when they attempted, took revenge, or took it out on me.  This is somewhere between the years of 2000 to 2005, before my mother’s first permanently damaging stroke.

A detail that could be of interest or important, is I misspelled Halloween at a spelling bee in my classroom in West Gresham Grade school in Gresham, Oregon.  At the time it felt like, did I really misspell that word?  I remember looking to my right of the classroom, so someone else was there, somehow.

Also, the movie poster for Point Break, over the shoulder to the left – that’s me, in Germany, in Dachau.  The kill is at my three o’clock, the crematorium is at my six, my mother is at my nine, with the museum, mostly at my twelve.

Don’t get it confused.

Disney dining plan with wine.  This was for me, when I was working there.  Meaning, there were people using the Disney dining plan with wine as a message, and I truthfully, could not sell it very well.  I did not have much reference to it since every time I went to the Parks, I went with my mother.  No, I didn’t drink any alcohol while I was caring for my mother, such as in public, or very much at all.  Very rarely.  To me, it is about the same as drinking on the job while in a hospital as a nurse.

No, I don’t do that.

Again, “Nicole” who was always in the same “community” (their terminology) as me as long as I worked there before 2009, sold multiple platinum packages – a day.  I never once, as long as I worked there, ever sold a platinum package.  Not ever.

It’s about the equivalent to ordering Carte Blanche at the theme parks and Resorts, or a personal Black American Express card.  It’s suspicious.  That’s a lot of money.

The restaurant bombing scene in Zero Dark Thirty is my real kitchen in my Plant City home.  Social, code, so, CAL, Crazy, Stupid, Love, this means this other FBI is probably the only other man or person with information that is still needed.

The brown-haired actress pours the wine, incorrectly.  Is this done on purpose?  Was this direction from the director to the actress on purpose?  It has always bothered me.

This other FBI man will want to know this detail also, I had to start writing down every single reservation number of packages I sold or were on hold while working at Disney.  In a review, at the beginning of my employment, they would give a report of such and such numbers that were how much I sold or made money for the company, and I had no way, whatsoever, to confirm their numbers.  It felt – made-up.

If anyone had access to overhead camera’s they would be able to see my notepad, and numbers, and numbers of other reservations.

Also, this looks truly gruesome, this is what it looks like while I was working at Disney, there were top people aware my mother was suffering from a stroke, they had – no joke – several, multiple, top-level people, brain-speaking to me about, in so many words, I needed to stay employed, stay working, stop listening to the voice inside my head alerting me to, danger, danger, danger, danger, problem, problems, danger, danger.

This is what I felt like while taking phone calls, knowing my mother being unresponsive to my emails, was in trouble, it felt like – you’re a bad employee if you leave before the end your shift.

That is truly gruesome, manipulation.  It’s unspeakable.

If this is in any way true, what would the purpose, the logical purpose be of not assisting my mother to get emergency medical help while suffering from a stroke?  These are the roadblocks, or traffic as seen before the restaurant bombing scene in Zero Dark Thirty.

What could possibly be the logic?

There is none.

This goes together with a person that may or may not be still alive, from my employment before 9/11.  Standing, sitting, watching the planes crash over and over again into The World Trade Center, doesn’t make sense.  I also, should have known, is what it feels like.  Something, a clue, a hint, something, and there’s – nothing.

It means they were in the building with me, almost all of my employment at Hilton.  And that means, they were working against the United States government.

It’s in the scene in Sherlock with the dog episode, Sherlock in an upper booth, talking and manipulating Watson’s emotions.  It reads, be real careful because it is NOT Patel, another person of unscrupulous means, for money, manipulating phone calls and data while I was employed.  For money, Zero Dark Thirty.

Also, for money, in Zero Dark Thirty, is also referencing this man, in his multi-million-dollar home.

I think, the real reason they shut the power off to the whole neighborhood, so I would remember the night, and being the one who got them the information and location of Osama Bin Laden, it reads, people were aware, that neighbors were manipulating – data.  Like our electric bill.  Our electric bill was way too expensive for a house our size.

Some months it was nearly five, get it, five hundred dollars.  That doesn’t add up for a house of our square footage.  It just doesn’t.  So, what else were they manipulating?  That is close to extortion.

Probably, the only reason?  As a means to financially cripple my family, so intelligence could not use my family to get work orders to – Washington, DC.  That’s subversion.

I have no idea why they started towing vehicles from along side the drive or road here in front of my current house.  It makes no sense.  A vehicle pulled over to the side, in front of houses, are not blocking traffic.  If a house has a visitor and the driveway is in use, it only makes sense for the visitor to park in front of the home it is visiting.

The towing of vehicles because they are not parked in visitor parking places, truthfully, to me, just says it’s a means and a scam to procure money, for the towing company.  Nothing more.  There is absolutely no intelligence to it, whatsoever.  Or, any other real communications.  Just like a lot of “other” occurrences here involving the HOA, and former friends speaking to me.

I won’t love him less.  David.  I won’t necessarily love him more, but I won’t love him less.

Tea towels at the Polo House.  This is for the bike-riding man, he will probably be surprised, and you will still get intel from it.  That is the name of the house in Walden Lake, it is called the Polo House.

The City of Plant City had a Christmas tour of homes, I forget the year.  It was a purchase.  We paid money to tour the homes, my mother and I went.  One of the houses was the Polo House.  One bathroom had wood sinks.  Wood sinks?!  How does a person care for a wooden sink?  I thought that was an interesting choice.

However, the towels in the Master bathroom, on the towel rack…um, what?!  Blaringly in my face.  They weren’t hand towels, or bath towels, or wash cloths, they were tea towels that were so worn out they were close to being rags.

Do you really want to tell me that the owners of a multi-million-dollar home dry their hands after using the toilet, with those towels?!

To me it says, someone believed I would understand and believe I was meant to go out and buy new towels.  Because some of the towels in our home were as old as our Simi Valley, California home from 1978.  I didn’t.

He should be able to tell you why I made the correct decision.  About not purchasing new towels.

It says, don’t touch, cowboys.  It looks like allegiance, if you use it wisely.

Somebody lost their mind, a little bit.  Meaning, they took offense for me because my reaction to Courtney being responsible for my mother’s execution and murder, was too controlled, meaning, I earned respect, immediately.  For him.

Boyfriend, these young men are glad they have a purpose.  People don’t let it go to their heads.  They are still young of mind.

And, this other mother, that my boyfriend wanted to have communications with, this other Christian mother, singer, and woman; he wants her to know, he really likes her, and it doesn’t matter to him what she looks like.  That is for her to know, from him, a murder, the real Hannibal Lecter, my boyfriend.

 

Family fears news story is false.

Yes, my Apple shuffle was stolen from this house, my brother replaced it with another as a birthday present.  Mine had the inscription, what to do with the time given.  He’s inscription says, Happy Birthday.

Also, after Edison, summer 2014, one afternoon attempting to go to the grocery store, a man stole my Coach (Eric) wallet from my purse, so I could not purchase my groceries.  I had to go home without food, to discover my wallet on my dresser.

It says, he (Edison) would never have been able to get near me, without help.  Be careful.  I am Keyser-fucking-Soze, I have real allegiances of real criminals behind bars who are not bothered by committing more crimes.  Don’t be stupid.

Drug mule cat gets caught is a real and true story.

What you just showed me up my nose is that Courtney enjoys the killing, killings, manipulation, and will do it – again.  At present, non-rehabitable.

This photo of the colonial shows that Vietnam war generals, military men were hatching, hacking, wounding, hacking to death our POW’s.  It goes together with the scene in Spy Games of the sniper, in real life, it was a kill, by way of me, of a real Vietnamese general (probably) responsible for torturing our POW’s.

This also goes together with the reporter of the Guardian being shot in the head in the movie, The Bourne Legacy, that goes together with my mother driving our family van in California, in a shopping mall parking lot, before seatbelts were required by law to be worn, and the dent my head made in the dashboard, as my mother had to brake suddenly, probably because someone was trying to leave too quickly after having been spotted by me as a child, and that goes together with the eyeball scene in Point Break, and Fried Green Tomatoes with the young woman stealing Evelyn’s parking place.

Also, I’ve spent a lot of money over the years on every one of my vehicles for – brakes.  It goes together, Eric, with this dialogue, from 13 Hours, he’s trying to rip me off, and my white Mitsubishi Galant, and vehicle work done on the car including, a brake job.

US girl wins her case story is, false.

African fashion models are, trouble.

Eric is right, he is correct about Courtney.

Trump critic news story is ok, and that means the man not in the photo.

Humble judge is ok, and that means the man not in the photo.

Yeah, I wore my no black sir t-shirt to protect Kanye West, and I don’t have to explain the reason – why.  Got it?!

The sunglasses scene in Zero Dark Thirty of the CIA bombing, does suggest that Michael and this man in LA that used me for intel at the restaurant, worked together when I lived with Michael.  No, I did not approve either of them.

Dreaming of making food for men last night, I made a recipe of a graham cracker crust, a portion of pumpkin pie on top, then dipped in dark chocolate, cooled, served bite size, or a slightly bigger than a bite size.  Does that sound good to anyone?

Also, what about – pumpkin balls?  Pumpkin pie, melon ball sized covered in a sweet batter, deep fried, sprinkled with powered sugar?  Does that sound good?

Too bad I have no men in this house, to feed.

October 24, 2019

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Whatever they gave me man, it feels like two different events.  The sort of stroke from the two Spanish girls, and my mother’s last stroke.

It does confirm with what was shown to me today Edison is responsible for my mother’s last stroke, and he did know he was going to cause harm.  He was not simply following orders without knowledge, he knew.

That also shows, Courtney has a history of erratic or odd behavior from her childhood to present.  She is a multiple offender, and she is not going to stop.

Edison, as I have said and written for years, is of huge concern.  It will take years to stop, prevent, and undo all the things he has done and had access to all these years.

There is something wrong in the Drake food.  Had I ordered it you would have found out what it was after the damage had been done.  There is something wrong in it, I saw it the other day.

I am extremely unwell, woozy, difficult to concentrate, having trouble staying awake, and difficult to think.  This is what they gave me in the – air.

October 24, 2019

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With what they just showed me, people believe that Courtney is responsible for my mother’s death, execution, murder, and killing.  If this is in anyway true, she needs and must confess immediately before any more time goes on.

Every person involved in her nursing home care must confess immediately.

If this is then any way true, she then went on television, laughed and joked with people as though she had done nothing wrong, for years.

I am at a loss for words.

October 24, 2019

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Yep, that’s him alright.  That’s a real man they brought for me to read, and it is the same man as is seen in Zero Dark Thirty in Maya’s dialogue, I don’t really care if your men get sleep or not.  That Maya is not me, Cherith Gjestland, Weapons.

That Maya is seen watching me, struggling to care for my mother all day, all night, literally so tired I could not make it under the covers in my own bed, sleeping with all my clothes still on, and doing it every day, over and over, again.

So be real careful, desperate for my attention, Sherlock, not a good thing.  Including a consultant criminal in Sherlock with desperate, means – no joke – real United States intelligence officials, officers, agents, person – will be doing jail time when it is discovered – how they mismanaged – me.

And it is about fucking time!

Let me explain to you what this looks like to anyone of any real intelligence: if an op, an operation, a mission, a military operation, operation, is successful, especially if it is so successful, not a single man is injured and returned home, safely – make certain you remember, Zero Dark Thirty, combat interpreter, go back to your homes, they will KILL you, that’s me, from MY home, in Plant City, if it is real from the movie, at all – if it is so successful, it could be considered nearly impossible to not only have been completed, but been successful, if you then do something so stupid as to implode from within, such as, ending friendships, terminating employments, giving information to persons so they send physical harm to another, like causing strokes, or financially disable the very means that GOT AND GAVE the information, that you would never have been able to do on your own – IT’S WEAK. 

IT SHOWS WEAKNESS.  IT SAYS WE ARE WEAK.  IT SAYS I COULDN’T DO IT MYSELF.  IT’S SAYS, I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO IT MYSELF, I FEEL GUILTY I AM NOT ABLE TO DO IT WITHOUT CHERITH, SO I CAUSE DISRUPTION, TRAUMA, TURMOIL, TO COVER MY TRACKS!

IT’S WEAK.

IT IS NOT JUST INFERIOR, ITS WEAK.  WEAKNESS OF – MIND!

Let me explain it again, every US intelligence agency and US military and its allies should be able with conviction and determination be able to stand, and say, if American’s are harmed, killed, or murdered, you are not only not welcome, you are not coming back.

If you cause harm, kill or murder American’s it is not a survivable situation.

If you did not pull the trigger, but gave the orders to cause harm, or murders of American’s, be advised, THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS I’M HERE, THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS WHO I AM.

It’s very devious, David and Courtney, devious.  Most likely, you’re the director of the CIA, act like it (The Bourne movies), is more than just me.  I would never allow a director of the CIA or other intelligence agency to allow themselves, by their action plans, to appear, not only to American’s, to every country and nation around the world – AS WEAK!

Let me explain it again, it is like a self-fulling prophesy.  Either the person is aware of it, or they are not, meaning sub-conscientiously corrupting their own work and data because as it is in Zero Dark Thirty, they don’t believe in it, enough.

Have you ever slept with your eyes open?  Some people will know what this feels like, I, for most of the years I took care of my mother, 2009 to 2012, I sat in the chair next to her bed, and slept with my eyes – open.  That’s more than tired.

It’s comparative to being in battle or war for all those years I took care of my mother.

Probably the very reason former President George W. Bush used in his speeches, things like, crossing the line, it is possible I could have given better speech advice because it does look like they read my determined spirit and person, was to take a harder, or stronger stance on diplomatic relations.  And, there is nothing wrong in that.

We are the United States of America, I have no idea why anyone wants or wishes to appear as though WE ARE ASKING PERMISSION – TO BE A GOVERNMENT!  FREE AND INDEPENDENT.

Don’t tell me that they manipulated the purchase of this home, on purpose?!  For the front porch, alone?!  So, that other people could figure out, what they were not classified to know, how the United States killed Bin Laden.  It’s very unwise, and unscrupulous.

My front porch was my front porch, and not to be shared.  Stop giving credit to others for the work, I’ve done.

The proof of that is how they had me driving around, Painted Turtles drive or road, as if looking at the townhomes there with their own private porch would in anyway, access my brain, to remember.

I believe they purposefully sabotaged the purchase of this home, so they could wire the entire house for cameras.  Not for my protection, not for my safety.  And, its perverse.  They already had me monitored and watched when I lived in Plant City from the outside, every day.

It shows intent to cause harm, with the intentions of death to me, Cherith.

I am on a mission; it shouldn’t take more than two months to lose ten or fifteen pounds.  It shouldn’t be taking this long.  It feels like the only reason it is taking me so long to lose weight, to protect and spare someone else’s – feelings, at the expense of my own.

It’s the same thing all over, again.

If you have people either currently, or previously been involved and its been discovered they have a chemical dependency, or mental health problems they are dealing with – they MUST do that on their own.

Using me like a crutch, is not to their advantage.

Let me explain, because I wrote that an author had a preoccupation with death, they created and manipulated the virtual reality around me by placing upon me a profile (most likely) of a person who was more than preoccupied with death.

Do you know what you dumb-dumbs look like?  You look like because Cherith was able to accurately read a person who is not alive, and dead, you were not creating a means within which I could therefore give more details, or be more descriptive about her person, you look like you were trying – yet again, to kill me.

I am aware, are not all of you, that we do not live in the same times as Victorian writers.  Guess what?  A lot of advancements like sanitation have taken care of a lot of problems that could be used, been a factor, in creating something like a preoccupation with death.

It does make a difference.  It does have an effect upon a person’s ability – sanitation.

She wanted to know why her mother died, the author, she wanted to know why so many women died giving birth, in those times.

It was also the mind-set of the medical profession, I believe, at the time.  Just accept your malady and succumb to it.

I place no judgement upon Bronte for the age at which she died.

I’ve written similar health problems that have since been resolved in modern times with sanitation regarding, Melville.  Herman Melville.

They’re using reporters as proxies.  Are reporters’ soldiers?  Do they go into combat and fight?  Do they go into foreign lands and do anything else other than report on the actions taking place?

Stop getting it confused.  I know the difference and they know the difference.  They report, and I know.  And, no, I am NOT putting their lives at stake, for a story, or a news report.

You dumb-asses purposefully place threats on people for the only reason that it looks like, you have no idea what you are doing, or what else to do.

Shouldn’t reporters, just be reporting?

Are you really going to allow yourselves to look as though any person, regardless of their employment, such as a reporter, to be connected in any other manner?  I really don’t appreciate you allowing myself, and others to appear simple-minded, ding-dong dumb, and without intelligence.

What did they think was going to happen after Libya with the use and creation of Edison other than to incite people?

I am at a loss as to why people allowed my mother to die and didn’t tell me about it for years.

I am not going to apologize to anyone for making it appear, what I do, as so simple, so easy, so un-stressful – anyone could do it.

None of you have asked me what I want.  What I want to do.  Do I want David, or whatever his name is, around?  Do I ever want to talk to him, again?  No.  Do I want this FBI man?  No.  Do I want Edison?  No.

You’re still pushing your own agendas.

Just do it, or else!  While someone else gets the credit, and income, for the work and intelligence, I’ve given them.

I am not really interested in writing about a known person, that never believed in me, or believed that I would be able to figure any of this out.  Shame.  Shame on them.

Don’t tell me you did something so stupid as to use David, so I would touch him, covered in black skin, at Home Depot, saying we’ve met, to discover my mother had already died, and have a woman back up and say, so not a leader, wondering if I would see the code as, so not LA.

David is not the love of my life, nor is this FBI man.  And I can no longer trust this FBI man if he used Edison as a proxy, and because I believe he has been responsible for the years of 2014 to 2019.

No, I really would have preferred to have never been abused by Michael.  No, this LA man who used me in California in 1989, I really don’t want to work with anymore.  He does not have my approval.  Nor does the FBI man, nor does David.

It’s never going to happen, David.  It will never be real between us, ever.  Never again, they will never allow it.  They all prefer to see me dead, then to see me in love with a real man.  Including, my boyfriend.  I mean flesh to flesh without cameras, without script, and everything you’ve done in this building.

It will never happen.

This is for the other FBI man, since it seems he is the only FBI truly doing any real work.

That real estate agent in Tuscaloosa, Alabama took us to lunch, mother, brother, and me at a local fast-food, taco drive-thru.  It tells me, he was aware he was being photographed with us in the car.  There might still be photos, or not (detail, could be useful).

My mother was aware there was a USPS problem in the nineties, she got a PO Box in Valrico, Florida because of it, then in Sydney, Florida.  All our bills went to those addresses because of the mailpersons.  She knew and had knows things were suspicious, not right, not correct, and people were willing to watch her die, for their jobs and careers.  True.

These two events took place in the very early morning hours, I believe, during my Hilton employment years.

One was a car crash in front of me.  The car in front of me was stopped at a flashing light inter-section at MLK and Forbes.  The car on MLK, turned off its lights before the intersection, something Michael used to do, when the vehicle turned off its lights, the car in front of me entered the intersection and a crash occurred.

I did not stop.  I did not call either.  Immediately.  There was a gas station in front of the accident.  I should feel bad about that, yet I don’t.  I did not stop or call.

The day after Thanksgiving, the morning after Thanksgiving, on my drive to work, same route, there was a group of people, 3, 4, 5, that appeared to have been walking home, from a neighbor’s house, of celebrating and drinking into the night.  That one, bothered me.

Also, no one has been asking me to read people.  Just remember.  It is difficult for me to tell if either were supposed to be something for me to share with someone, like law enforcement, or just something for me to – remember.

It’s a big difference.

They both look like, remember.

How disappointing.

Cherith is the game-changer, Crazy, Stupid, Love, game-changer, Cherith Gjestland, and none of you have proven yourselves to be worthy.  Every one of you have done nothing, but harm and hurt me.  None of you have proven yourselves to be providers or protectors.  And, I am no longer in college.

Allow me, to flick your face, Sherlock, AM.

Disappointing.

October 23, 2019

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He’ll want to know this, this Englishman, will want to know.  Confirming the product purchase of my order for Osama Bin Laden, so the orders could be sent to Washington DC, goes back to my mother.  In downtown Plant City, there is an Historic district with buildings that us, Americans would consider – old.

Remember we, as Americans, do not have the same presence of history about us, as the Europeans, or British.  Buildings that have been destroyed in wars and rebuilt.  We, America – don’t have that here.

I mention that because it is…it has an effect on a person, persons, on their mind, and brain, they carry it with them, it is in their thoughts, it is ever-present although, they might not ever speak about the atrocities of war, they’ve lived through, seen, heard, and – survived.

It could at times be considered, adolescent of mind in respect to other persons, cultures, nations, countries, and – governments.  An unappreciation for their history, as well as, ours.

Unappreciation is the best word for it, and I will not apologize, or reconsider this word choice, it very much represents a part of who I am, and if anyone has ever, or will speak about this word in reference to me, well – I had it first.  The rest of you, have – followed.

The buildings in Downton Plant City, Florida, do have names attached to them, on plaques, most of them, names of citizens, names of Plant City citizens that would or could be considered go-to persons if the city was ever in crisis, or peril, or needed advice, be considered a leader; mostly these persons, what these persons in any town or city, do – they create a presence, it is similar to creating a border.

And, I do really enjoy and quite like, the quaint-ness of little towns, historic districts, our past living in the present day on the facades of buildings, like an old friend.  Just as much as I like and enjoy the hustle and bustle of big cities, fast-moving, sleek, and modern, full of all sorts of fun and things that cannot be found in a little town.

There used to be an antique store, if it is still an antique store, it has changed names, now.  An antique store, Frenchman’s Market, that had a small restaurant or café in the middle, toward the back of the store.  How unusual.  A restaurant in an antique store.  Yes, I still remember it.

My mother took me for lunch one day, could have been a Saturday, for no particular reason.  She asked me if I wanted, coffee.  She, being a tea-drinker, and never coffee, ever, it was a gesture.  She made a gesture to me.  Yes, I’ll have coffee.

They served my brewed coffee in an antique cup and saucer.  I thought it was very special.  I love that stuff.  I never get enough of that stuff.  Coffee in an antique teacup and saucer.

It wasn’t the best coffee I ever had, but I did, make a memory of it, in my mind.

The coffee is not the most interesting item I had for my meal.  This, this, is the real item, the real, thought-connector, and the real catalyst I ordered – vegetarian nachos (Zohan).

Coffee and vegetarian nachos probably do not sound like the best combination, yet it was more of a brunch than lunch.

Vegetarian nachos, with Morningstar meat-less crumbles, it was on the menu.

I used to buy all sorts of Morningstar products, my favorite, their breakfast sandwich, I am no longer allowed to have, buy, or get access to.  You people have been doing it wrong, something is successful, and you immediately close it down, stores – going-out-of-business (Zohan), end friendships, make me find new jobs, and so on.

The whole country knows you’re here, 12 Strong, do you really think the country they are referring to is Afghanistan?  I was seventeen years old, in Germany, the whole country knew I was there, and they were – excited.  Excited, (elated, Frozen) to have me.  Why, I have no idea, I am just Cherith.

Let me explain, as it appears things have been moving too fast, for too long, and the details that really smart, bright minds, understand without having to show their work, in an instant, to take into stride (Frozen, in the music, Snowman) that immense amount of work, at the high level it was, not entry-level beginner stuff, take into stride, with ease and unaffected naturalness, does not happen very often (Mulan).

MY mother would have paid for the meal with her American Express card, probably, Optima.

What a lot of fuss you people have made – over nothing, really important.

I’m the motherfucker that found this place, Zero Dark Thirty, reads, I’m the (Cherith), motherfucker, is my real father.  It means my real father probably gave real classified information, passed it onto to someone else, someone else he spoke to, by repeating something I would have said.  Something like a word, that would seem meaningless, unless you had access to the other classified information.

I am not sure my father will remember what he spoke, it has to do with the pressure washer we, or my father, borrowed (a cup of sugar, UP) from our next-door neighbor, and our deck, in the back yard.  The pressure washer – broke.  Stopped working.  I was using it on our deck and it broke.

I told my father to take it back to him because I did not like him that much and did not like or want to speak to him more than necessary.

He’s a bit of a fixer-upper (Frozen) code, He’s, SH, (Sherlock), a bit, (bridle for a horse), of a (Alabama), fixer-upper (fuck you) means or suggests that people were aware that there was a plot and scheme to stop and prevent Cherith from getting married, dating, or being seen with men, just to hurt me, or worse.  And, you are all still doing it.

It doesn’t have to be a snowman (Frozen), with the lyrics in the keyhole, is not what you think it is.  In Gresham, Oregon, I put sparklers in the lock on the door of our vehicle because I did not like holding onto the sparklers, while lit.  When I went to remove the sparlers before they burned to the end, I burned my hands.  It’s just a detail, and not that important.

It goes together with neighbors of my brother’s in Tuscaloosa, Alabama telling me as, my mother asked me to visit with them, some kids set off fireworks in a garage.  It’s just a detail.

That goes together with, I wish you would tell me why (Frozen), this German man trying to get all the details, of what went wrong.  And, this Germany man, this German man, is a really, a no pressure kind of guy and man.

Elated or gassy (Frozen) says, egg.  How do New Zealander’s pronounce the word, egg?  Really uninteresting to me.

Okay, bye (Frozen) reads, Obi-Wan-Kenobi, meaning being able to see the unseen.

As I have not really watched the Fixer-Upper scene in Frozen yet, it is actually, really disturbing.  It’s not what you think it is.

Creggan, I never liked the real-estate agent that sold you your home in Tuscaloosa.

Scene: at a table in the real-estate agent’s office, me on one side of the table, the real-estate agent opposite me, my brother at the end of the table, or head.  It is seen in the movie, The Lovely Bones, with the dollhouse (my mother had a dollhouse, in our Plant City home, on the plant shelf, above the kitchen cabinets, and there was an electrical outlet) scene, and the police officer.  I am the police officer.  My brother is placed as the murderer, or Stanley Tucci’s character.

Do you want to know why?

This real-estate agent would not have known this, someone altered his clothing.  It is also, in the, I am Sherlocked scene in Sherlock, there is something in their clothing that cannot be detected by seeing.  A person who is able to see the unseen are the only people who would be able to know, or do, brain work.  I am not the only one.

It is in his shirt and pants.  It is why I wanted to snarl at him all the time.  It was my reaction to him.

At the time, I could not believe how my brother was able to speak and manage speaking to this real-estate agent.

What was in his shirt and pants, is mostly, classified.  It is not just crime scenes.  It’s intel and information.  I found it difficult to speak to him.

The first house he showed us, me, my brother, and my mother, in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, was more than a fixer-upper, and my mother was furious, that they would present my brother with such a house.

It was meant for me, Creggan, not you.

That house, that first house, that fixer-upper, goes together with the garage-style building in Gresham, Oregon that was used to lure children, and its connection to the Salmon murders in The Lovely Bones.

The reason this dental assistant repeatedly talked about her husband renovating their kitchen?  They had placed crime scene evidence of one of these children, Salmon murders, in – an upper cabinet, in the kitchen.

That is not the most gruesome part, the gruesome part of that home – was all over the – walls.

As a matter of national security, a crime that is in the past, has already been committed, cannot be undone.  And, the criminal, did not survive.  I look to the future, not the past.  As a matter of national security.

It’s gruesome because I actually see it, and I actually feel it.  I actually see the suffering, hurt, harm, the agony of these victims, and they were children.  It’s really, gross.

And, some people, were again, trying to get me and my family out of Florida because it was killing my mother.

This is a detail, there is a photograph of my mother and a male Spanish exchange student that was visiting with my mother in our home in Plant City, Florida, I took the photograph.

There is an iced tea glass in the photo, and the poster on the wall, I purchased at the Hobby Lobby in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.  I had been pondering this purchase at the same Jo-Ann fabrics store that I was looking for archival boxes to store my mother’s wedding dress bodice in 2012.

Elsa’s dress in Frozen, Let It Go, is very similar to the same color of my archival boxes I purchased at The Container Store.

Why my mother was attacked with a something that looked similar to a stroke, yet not a stroke while working at Disney, and it was allowed to happen, I do not understand.

Another detail that could be of interest to someone, I purchased a white terry-cloth robe, at a store in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.

I am greatly upset, as I have been for the last several days, or since being fired.

I do not appreciate someone stealing my Private Property, No Trespassing sign.

I am so angered at having to call the Sheriff’s department for the last two nights, I have turned off all news reporting agencies and networks.

David, I hope you and your new girlfriend are happy together, leave me alone.  I don’t love you like that.  Not for a long time.  Break my heart so many times, its human nature, to protect yourself against – such a threat and pain.

Harry, I don’t love you.  Leave me alone.

Englishman, I don’t love you.

FBI man, I don’t love you.  Leave me alone.

Other FBI man, I don’t know you to love you.

You are all confusing work, with a real relationship, and love.

As soon as I formed an attachment to my boyfriend, you all tried to take it and him away from me.

Why the real Hannibal Lecter hurt me with PID, I have no idea.  I did nothing wrong.

FBI, you let the real Hannibal Lecter, get to me.  And, hurt me.  Physically.  Then, you let him hurt me, emotionally.

No wonder, I don’t want to work with you, or any of you.  Any intelligence.  And, now, that includes, the military.

So, all of you, have done nothing, but hurt me, and hurt me, and hurt me.  How else am I supposed to feel?

Why this was brought to me yesterday, I do not know.  Someone wants me to believe that former President Carter understands why they used the pilot to guide me to the Carter museum in Georgia, in 2014.  Believing I have the makings of a Politian.  However, they should have let me – choose.  Because their predicting of the outcome has not proven to be the best.  And, they’ll never know now, what benefit could have happened had I gone to the Coca-Cola location in Atlanta, Georgia.  Real or not this is what was brought to me, yesterday.

Too angry to cry.  Too hurt to let you do it, again.

October 22, 2019

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I have an excellent memory.  True.

I am more than super angry.  I am more than angry about the prank call to the Sheriff’s department here at my home because of my door.

Super.  Angry.

I have the right, meaning, not to my right, I have the mind and brain ability to determine – my own body.

Super.  Angry.

I asked and wrote for restraining orders about people and persons, and you have not done so.

You dare question me, Ammar?  Zero Dark Thirty, you are still questioning me?!  And, Dan, is this other FBI man, not the David/FBI man combination.

Yeah, I have the fucking nerve, I have the fucking balls, I have the absolute fucking WILL to tell you, I KNOW BETTER!

THAT’S WHY I AM THE WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION – AND NONE OF YOU ARE!

But you lost her.  Really dumb.  Super.  Angry.

You lost me, by NOT following my orders.  You, all of you, every one of you here around, in the news, on television, celebrities, are NOT WILLING TO FOLLOW ME AS A PERSON AND A WOMAN!

Let’s be certain everyone is aware, the only reason the Washington Post is mentioned in Zero Dark Thirty is because I was in New Zealand, I took a photograph of a tiny bird, on a post.  A bird that flew down to me, as if to say, we’re all talking about you, we heard Cherith was here, a little Cinderell-y.  Some people will know and understand what that is, what that is like, and some will not.

Probably the same reason, they’re all cowed, Zero Dark Thirty, I took another photograph of cows in a field that was next to the store that I took another photograph of me and an angora white rabbit, a rabbit that was bigger than two of my cats combined, these cows were all facing the other direction from me.  I spoke to them, and every single one of them, turned their heads to face me.  Not just one, all of them.  I took a photograph.

American you need a history lesson, Zero Dark Thirty, Zero Coca-Cola, in war times, in Europe, food was being rationed, and lots, if not most people, lived off of tea and not much else – food.

Today, most of us have no idea, no comprehension of what it was like to live through war times and being rationed.  And, having to change our lives from what it was before the war(s).

Now days, our military goes off to war, to fight in wars, or missions, in other places of the world, and we, who are not in the military, go about our daily life without it affecting us at all.  Perhaps all of us, have been too cavalier with respect to our military and what our men and woman go through – for all of us.

The wealthy Libyan family, 13 Hours, goes together with Zero Dark Thirty, about not being interesting in the neighborhood.  My subdivision in Plant City, Florida, has different areas, each with its own name, all falling under the subdivision of Walden Lake.  There are homes in Walden Lake, worth millions of dollars.  Multi-million-dollar homes.  One section had its own entrance – gate, coded.

If you’re only job is keeping us alive, were dead men for sure, 12 Strong, goes together with if your only job is to maintain you job as a career, you’ve just sent military men and intelligence men – to their graves!  I didn’t.  Because I WOULDN’T!

I am so disgusted by you people.  I am so disgusted by the prank at my door.  Disgusted.

Should I call the Sheriff’s office every time, I have people slamming doors outside my home?  Or, car alarms?  Or, horn honking?  Or, slamming garbage bins?!  All these things they have used to communicate with me?!

Super.  Angry.

I order people away.  And you people are not following my orders, and then you have the NERVE to write news stories about female empowerment – AND NONE OF YOU ARE FOLLOWING – ME!

I am supper pissed Eric team.  Did you like that?  Did you like getting punched in the face?!  Did you like me slamming your head into the ground?  Do you think you’re the first?!  Because I’ve vanquished more men than you have ever seen on a battlefield!  I guess, that’s why they allow you to work for me.  And not the other way around.

Whatever it was they brokered with the weight of my body, is a surrender to me.  I am unwilling to allow myself to surrender under such terms.  You are mistaken.  I have not seen anyone as good at this – as I am.

A very serious mistake has been made.

LTLWM

October 21, 2019

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Right eye, FBI, the right eye says, my surgery, my hysterectomy.

October 21, 2019

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I am not doing well, hunger strike taking effect, so this will be brief.

This FBI man acts, like a jilted lover.  So, let me give you a real loud, fuck you – NO FUCKING SHIT, YOU GODDAMN ASSHOLE!  I KNOW BETTER THAN YOU BECAUSE I AM BETTER THAN YOU BECAUSE I HAVE NOT HAD YOUR TRAINING!  YOU DIDN’T MAKE IT TO MY NURSERY SCHOOL!  I DID!  I immediately rejected this FBI man after Michael because he had a lesbian partner in the FBI, AND IT WOULD – HAD I BEEN AN INFERIOR TALENT AND PERSON – HAVE GOTTEN HIM KILLED! 

THAT’S BRAIN THINKING!  I DIDN’T JUST SEE HIM, I SAW ALL THE WAY DOWN THE LINE, INTO TIME, INTO THE FUTURE, INTO POSSIBILITIES!

For fuck’s sake, what’s he so upset about?!  He’s been able to get married, have children, have a home life, I haven’t.  It’s not logical.  Someone should send him to therapy for it.

I have also, as long as I can remember, so that probably includes, before I was born, worked, given advice, or conversed, in some manner, with the British Prime Ministers.  All my life.  It’s just a fact.

Sit down, shut up for a second, and listen.  WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING CREATING A GODDAMN FIGHT BETWEEN THE BRITISH AND THE UNITED STATES!  YOU DUMB FUCKING MORONS!

Do you two, or any US intelligence offices, do you really not know who the British are to us, the United States?!  Well, sit back down, again whilst I illuminate.

If it wasn’t for the United States, the British, and probably most of Europe would be speaking German.  Get it?  German.

That also, doesn’t mean the British should have to be seen as any way less than who they are, just because we fought – for them.  I wouldn’t do that to them.  It’s illogical.

And, I did, learn to speak German, rather quickly while I was in Germany, and it wouldn’t have taken me very long to speak German – fluently.

Let’s be certain, we separate, present day Germany, with World War II, Germany, Nazi’s, and Hitler.  Because I actually like Germany, and Germans, and this German man who really liked my mother it makes me cry my eyes out.

In my Plant City home, standing in the front yard, or front porch facing the street, the third house to my left, or to the left, you have never been able to figure out what went wrong with the original owners of that house.

Standing in the yard, facing the street, the first house to my left, then the second house to my left, then the third house to my left, was gray.  You repeated the same thing all over again here.

One night, after having been laid-off at WORSHIP, and being unemployed, I heard my Babee Bear outside in a cat fight, I went outside to stop it.  The woman of the third house, the wife and mother also came outside after she heard me yelling – at her cat.

None of you have been able to understand the complexity of what has been going on because they have withheld details and information for your protections, and it’s how they been trained.

With or without the help of the homeowner sending her cat to my yard, what was actually going on, most likely, naturalized, foreign persons on visa’s with knowledge of known wanted men, most likely involving terrorism – inside the United States borders, AND THEY ALERTED THE AUTHORTIES, that’s a cat fight BECAUSE THEY ALSO DID NOT WANT THEM HERE.

That authority is by way of, me.

I yelled my fucking head off.  I did not swear at this cat, but I damn sure yelled real fucking loud, and it is a cul-de-sac, sound travels very well, I knew this cat in front of me, and I yelled.  Do you see it?!  I was not yelling at the cat, I was yelling at this motherfucker to get out of our goddamn states, HE DOESN’T BELONG HERE!

My cat was in his yard.  My Babee Bear was in his yard.  He was not in the street, or driveway, he was in his yard.

The wife of this home looked, shocked, and surprised, that I would have such a reaction, so it looks like she had no understand of what was actually going on.

The problem is, she worked for a bank.  She worked for SunTrust, and she really did like me.  She liked me better than any one of my family member’s.  She liked me like I was family to her, and I only spoke to her several times.  She told me her employer was hiring, SunTrust, I went and took an employment test, and what a set-up that was.

This employment test was full of complex math, and complex word-math problems, that only a Rhodes (Disney) scholar would be able to complete, and the job was for a teller.  A teller.  A teller needs to be able to solve complex math problems?  Not really, who was in The White House, at the time?

Another job I did not get.

Whether this information is true or not, the father’s mother died afterwards, and the family then moved back to their home state.  I don’t think the wife, wanted to go.  I mean, she really liked me.

This looks again like, something was successful, I was successful, so instead of celebrating the success, acknowledging the success, you imploded your own success.  It’s seen in one of the Bourne movies in this scene, because of this, because their friends?

This line of thinking, this imploding because I was successful, really dumb.  You morons looks afraid to acknowledge, that Cherith was successful.

Do you really want the world to see its own intelligence agencies as afraid that Cherith is successful?!  No wonder I am seen as the Director of Intelligence.  I wouldn’t allow any of you to look afraid.  Afraid of our enemies?!  No wonder, I am the director, of intelligence.

After moving to this house, my brother and I opened a joint account at SunTrust and the man who opened the account, Chris.  Cool with-it bro’, from Zero Dark Thirty, bro is code for Rob, another neighbor in Plant City, who was used to get information from me, and I had and have no reason to lie about anything.  Bro’ is not my real brother.

My Englishman is not bad.  I mean – for real, stop picking fights with my Englishman, and the Brits.  It is not a wise move.

If you; however, posted something on-line with David and his “brother” going to Spain for the running of the bulls, it is why they sent two Spanish women to cause death (Frozen while working at Disney) to my mother.  Had my mother not removed herself from them, she might have died.

I should have kicked them out of the house, and not provided them a way to get transportation.  I was too nice.  Father, we were too nice!

Let me be real fucking clear, I am not apologizing – to anyone – for the successful kill of Osama Bin Laden.  Not to anyone.

Don’t let any of you American’s feel we have to apologize for killing Osama Bin Laden.

Any person, who harms, and kills Americans, YOU AIN’T COMING BACK.

Got it?!

Let me also, be real clear, if any of you people, push my real father around again?!  Big mistake.

Manipulating information and intelligence is very close to planning an attack and killing people.  Manipulating information, knowing the person receiving the information with use it to attack American’s?  Very unwise.  I WILL not apologize, for that either.

The very notion that people, assassins, were being sent to my home, to my family, to kill us – was beyond me at the moment.  Shame on all of you, intelligence.

These Spanish women are a threat against this Englishman.

Who is actually responsible, behind sending those two Spanish women to kill my mother (Frozen) while I was employed at Disney?  I want them prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, and I want them PUBLIZED!

I will remind you, after my mother’s last stroke in 2006, I didn’t think she was going to make it.  I didn’t think she was going to live longer than six months.  I’ve spoken to many people about this and I’ve said the same thing, six months, and you dumb morons gave Franco this responsibility of my mother’s life, after she was dead.

Atrocious.

Had my mother stayed in the nursing home, I am certain she would have withered away to nothing and died.  I took her home with me, so I would be able to spend every moment possible with her.  She was all I had left of love.

You people – intelligence – have taken away all I love, and have loved, including my cats.

My real father and I have not had the best relationship.  I do not hate him.  I love him.  I love, my father.  You have misunderstood our relationship.  I have taken care of my parents, all my life.  I have taken care of my father all my adult life, with the exception of the few years (homeless network, Sherlock) I lived with Michael, or on my own.  I took care of his finances, his bills, I yelled at him to go to the doctor’s or whatever, to take care of himself, and so on, all my life.

I was in my forties, in Plant City.  When do I get to have a life of my own, a husband of my own, a home of my own, children of my own?  When?

You didn’t follow my lead, and it is still getting people killed because of it!

Forty-some years old?!  I more than deserve to have a life, of my own.

You repeated the same mistake, all over again with my air-conditioner, replacing one shingle of the roof at a time.  It really couldn’t have been fixed in one appointment?  You really thought it was best to have another appointment?  And then, another appointment before all the work was completed?!  You really are incapable of sending and gathering all the men needed – at one time?!

Really?!

Incompetent.

The profile photo in the news suggests, Meghan is responsible for placing a death threat upon me by way of the air-conditioner unit.  I didn’t say that, it’s what they showed me.  There’s a difference.

If this FBI man has been using inhalants, since Edison 2014, then he has been doing it since I moved to Plant City 1992.  That’s how long you’ve had misinterpreted, wrong, undetermined, and/or corrupted – intel.

The MP who hired proxies, just reads, true.

The ex-CEO who pleads guilty, is this true?

I don’t feel well.

Hunger strike.

October 20, 2019

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I don’t feel like writing, today.  Hunger strike.  Hunger strike, taking effect.

Most people, most American voters, do not base their vote upon debates on television.  That’s why you have to grab voters’ attention in less than 30 seconds (or a very short amount of time) before any debates start in the election cycle.  My opinion, it just happens to be true.

Analysis:

Elizabeth Warren, she looks like a Sona, or the real woman involved creating the character Sona.  She doesn’t have my vote, to me she has, no gravitas, or at least not enough, not for me.  And, America, is really gonna need a big set of balls.

Kamala Harris, are you kidding me?  Is this in any way real?  She reads as, ignorance.  How embarrassing for America, how stereotypical, she will NEVER have my vote.  It doesn’t look real to me at all, like a real candidate, it looks like someone trying to create tabloid media attention, and it is more than insulting, not only to my mind, to the American people, the American public, the American population, to American voters, and the world.

Gross!

Andrew Yang, who is this guy?!  Wow!  I like him.  And, I mean the person behind the physical person.  He reads, you are going to need him.  Need him, you are going to need him.

Tom Steyer, says The Container Store.  Probably it is in there because you read it wrong.  When I was on a “date” with “Tom”, I mean, David, or whatever his real name is, the threat, to where I was constantly looking while on a date – because I was not looking at David, I was watching the table to my 9, 10, 11 o’clock’s, and the worst threat was at my ten.  Whatever this idiot did, I DON’T LIKE HIM!  NEVER HAVE, NEVER WILL!  AND YOU FUCKING MORONS GAVE HIM YEARS JUST TO FUCK SHIT UP LIKE HE HAD A FUCKING CLUE!

Bernie Sanders, I really don’t appreciate this, he looks, I really don’t like saying mean things about people, he looks like a buffoon.  He will never have my vote.

Joe Biden, beat them!  FUNNY! Go get ‘em Joe!  I like this real person, not any proxies.  Joe has my vote, he is the strongest democratic candidate.

And, as a note, because I have said this out loud to people before, I always wanted the strongest Democratic candidate and the strongest Republican candidate in the Primaries together.  Yes, that is my strategy, and it could be that in the nineties that would or could have made no sense to someone.  Does anyone see the benefit of having both the strongest Republican and the strongest Democrat together in the Primaries, in the General election, in the November elections?

For the American people to decide by democratic vote, who shall represent the United States, its citizens, and its people, not only to the United States, to the world.

Do you see that America?  Do you see what happens when that is what we do?  The world sees that as well.

Smarten up, all candidates, all political “thinkers”, all those people who have thought they were political thinkers.  Let me tell you what you showed EVERYONE with the news piece of a Democratic debate, take a breath, take a moment, um, because YOU’VE BEEN DOING IT WRONG.

Do you know or can you not see what it looks like when the only possible way a candidate is able, um, what?  To get attention?  By attacking the other candidates?  You look like sniveling little children on a playground that have no real conviction, or convictions about who we are, who America is, what America stands for, the VERY BASIS, for our founding fathers, to create the Constitution, do you have any idea how far ahead of its time, writing our Constitution was?!

Everyone run for cover, put on your big girl panties, if all your going to do to get the American voter’s attention is to attack the other candidate(s), YOU LOOK – DUMB!

You either stand alone, on the basis of your own convictions as a candidate, or you DO NOT STAND AT ALL!

Meaning, you will never win the hearts and minds of American voters, listen, smarten up, be r-e-a-l careful you r-e-a-d, a real candidate, a real politician, in my mind, by my strategy, by my approval, they must be real, based not just on their experience, by the very foundation of their own truth’s.  If they do not have it.  If they do not have THAT truth, they never will.

Be real careful also, a politician, and a politician like the President, like the Presidency, is not a job.  Yes, they receive income and payment for the work while in the Oval Office, it is not a job, however.

If you think about it, no one in the right mind, or correct mind should ever want to be President of the United States.  Why?  All that hassle.  There are so many other ways to make – money.

There is a news story about Trump yelling in a microphone, and it is supposed to look like me, yesterday, screaming my head off about being Keyser-fucking-Soze, and it is, in my mind, no way accurate.

Respect is earned.

Respect is a commodity within the prison community, and it is not given, it is earned.  I earned, Keyser-fucking-Soze, as a pre-teen.  So, don’t pretend with me.  I won’t have it.

Tropic of Cancer, this is a little complicated to write.  I did go on a cruise with my mother and brother, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, that was the departure port, probably why Jamie (her husband, Cam (camera) a firefighter), from The Container Store was there, although she was a – red flag to me, as soon as I saw her on the very first day, I knew, something was wrong.

It means there was a man on the dock returning from the cruise, mostly hidden from my view.  He can still, you people do have the means to be able, if you have not done so already, catch this man, through cameras, he is criminal and more, where everyone gets their luggage, I would question him at the very least, he has information, even if he has no idea the real meanings for the work he has been given.

It might have connections, or he might have connections to cancer deaths, I doubt it though.

Tropic, does turn into a woman holding two machine guns, standing on a horseshoe, if you use all capital letters, the T and P are arms, the I and C are the ground and horseshoe, R is the body, and O is the head.  Not really that interesting to me.  Maybe to other people.

Yes, the title of the book, Wuthering Heights could be used as code for, white house, not The White House, white house, and it does create two upside down tombstones if you write a capital W over top of a capital H.  Either real or imaginary, it looks like Brontë, as I’ve written before had a secret love, it does look real, as though she saw value in a man who was probably a stable boy, and he could have lived across from her.  It is what probably what helped her to become a writer, secret messages.

Did they go to church today?  David, and my boyfriend?  Who else went?  Did my brother go?  My father?  Oh, I wish, if that was true, I could have been there with them.  It would be interesting to see David in church.  And, my boyfriend.  Did they go to more than the service?  Oh, how interesting!

What an amazing and interesting group of men assembled.

Englishman, they have translated it wrong.  Tell him you’re not dead (Sherlock) means, tell him YOUR PREGNANT.  This looks like it goes back to the early 2000, 2001, 2002.  It means they were getting information and chatter; they didn’t understand.

If they tried to speak, or speak, to me, they were doing in WRONG.  Probably by attaching people, not realizing I am a fail-safe, and wouldn’t respond, if good men, or married men, were involved.

This is painful enough, being all alone.  I do not really speak to people or have real interaction.  I am still grieving from my surgery.

I am dead.

Whatever intelligence they thought they could get from giving me fibroid cysts?  There is no remedy, other than surgery.  So, whoever is responsible for this course of action and plan, was not protecting the homeland, they were not protecting me, they were using me for their own agenda’s.

What you did with Edison, could be read, as an act of war.  By the very people we are trying to make sure, do not attack America.  It was over in April of 2014.  Stop replaying this.  Stop asking our enemies to go to war with us because – you have no idea what you have been doing.

Another reason the unit in Phase 1 was preferable?  The electricity was shut off to the unit when it was shown to us.  It’s normal since no one lived there; however, I don’t know what you people have been thinking you were doing, if all you were doing was recreating the same thing, I was wanting to get away from, all over again.

To see intelligence managed and handled, like it is a hamburger-flipping job, is so insulting.  I just can’t stand it.  American intelligence, full of lard, grease, burger-flipping, and that much intellect.  Appalling.

No wonder they’ve used messages passed from one person to the next, as me being the manager.  People would think it was referring to Marvin, no.

The man in the adoption photo, the man reads, I’ll take her, meaning Cherith.  Did anyone ask me?

Missing in El Salvador shows the FBI man’s former lesbian partner was conspiring with KNOWN terrorists.  That’s how it reads, it doesn’t mean it is true or not, that is just how it reads.

If that is true, obviously, the FBI was not her line of work.  She looks like she was trying to cover her tracks.  How awful.

The right knee the child is touching in the photo suggests, his former partner was responsible for my surgery.  Meaning, she was the mole, Zero Dark Thirty.  Very serious, if true.

It suggests then, that she would also be responsible for the cysts I had removed on my right knee.  It says and looks, inept.  She doesn’t know how to read intel, decode, decipher, or translate.  Is this true?

Let my people vote says this:

The far-right black man, good, yelling and swearing at criminals, that is just what we want!

The middle black female says, causing trouble, deceptive, its manipulation, all not good.

The far-left black female says, I have no idea what is going on.  Do I look pretty? How do I get to look important too?

You people have a really warped idea of what black power was supposed to mean going back to the sixties.  You people have been putting it in the news as bodybuilding, over-musculature, and so on.  What is it that you think, anyone was marching for in Washington, DC, protests all over the nation, creating change to our laws, and societal thinking?

Do you think African American’s, black people, just wanted to be seen – for their BODIES?!

Oh, my fucking God!

It was a way to show their minds were important, their intellect was important, they were, are, human beings and deserved to be SEEN, no – different.

Personally, I cannot believe I am still writing about this, I cannot believe this is actually still being perpetuated in the news, in the media, in television, in movies and film, and in people’s minds at all.

Anymore, I think, the more time you spend – pointing people out, choosing this person, versus that person, you look like you are still holding onto your Jim Crow handbook and manual to life.

I just can’t…I can’t speak to that at all.

Stop misunderstanding Black Power.  Do the world a favor and just, stop.  You have such a distorted view.  It’s sick to me.

I will remind you, Russia, the Russian’s, my Russian Jews, what did they do in history before America, again?  They freed their slaves; their Serbs before Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves.  Before.  Not after.  Meaning, they were ahead of their time.

Do you know what writer?  What author is also responsible for creating that change in society, in Russia?  Leo Tolstoy.

No wonder Anna Karenina was remade by a British filmmaker.  I bought the book.  At a Books-A-Million in Lakeland, Florida with my mother and brother, there is a yogurt shop in the store, and I bought, a reusable store bag.  I also bought a book, for my mother to look through, she would circle words, underline words and sentences, and write in books, it was a book about George W. Bush.  It happens to be true.  A true story.

This goes together with the “date” I had with Shia LaBeouf at a yogurt place.  There was something really wrong that day.  And this, feeling, this happening, what it feels like is confusion in my head, and I am trying to figure out what the fuck they are doing.  It’s happened since I moved to Plant City, Florida.

I was almost an hour late to meet him at the yogurt shop.  I knew the location; however, in my mind, what happened?  I went to Countryside mall, in Clearwater, Florida.  I drove there, drove around the parking lot, and was trying to figure out why, what was in my head, was not at the location my head took me to.

And, this has happened a lot in my life.  Since moving to Plant City, Florida up until, I remembered I am who the FUCK I am.

I am going to write that again, imagine that, your head is telling you one thing, your mind, your brain, and you have information in front of you, like an address, and it is simply, not computing.

That is not my fault.  That is me, being mismanaged by intelligence, and it looks like Tom Hahn.  Unless, more people used the same means to try and brain-speak to me.

You try living with such confusion like that and see how well you do.

I was so embarrassed when I finally go to the yogurt shop, I was not present with him, Shia LaBeouf.  I do not know what else, you people set-up, this other man, if there was only one, does not look, competent.

I felt bad, it also, was not a very good date.  I have no idea why anyone set it up.  I don’t think Shia would in any way ever be interested in someone like me as a date, meaning romantically.  And, he like every other date, said the same thing over and over, they all talked about their mothers, they all talked about writing, they all talked as though they were the same person.  How disappointing.  How unreal.

His name was also, Mark.

I did also, volunteer for the SPCA, they had a store they brought puppies and cats to be adopted.  I sat on a backless, sort of stool with puppies and dogs, walked them.  There is something not correct about that store.  Don’t confuse it with the SPCA, something about the store, is not correct.  Probably, again, just wrong information.

It does look like Edison and Casey were using a computer program to create scenarios for creating threat, not thwarting, that is not FBI work, and it looks like they were guessing, and had no real idea what they were doing.

Washington, DC, 2012, the tell at the restaurant, when the blond waiter told me he was from California, and talked about surfing, the tell, was in the kitchen.  There was a man in the kitchen.  Fail-safe.  Cherith is a fail-safe.  I don’t think it is going to work that way, anymore.

If someone gets scared or doesn’t like it when Cherith speaks in whatever manner she feels she is supposed to, then you are not Weapons trained, and you never will be.

Would you like to know why English brains work better?  Think about it.  Think about their speech.  It takes longer, they enunciate their words, usually.  Cherith’s brain works so fast (Speedy’s, Sherlock) it is why they “tested” me for dyslexia.  It works so fast, other parts of my brain processing, how words form in the brain, and then spoken, some parts of my brain work much faster than other parts.  This is not that unusual.

Don’t stare at Sam’s fiancé from Twilight, do you know what this is?  This is Cherith, talent spotting on a plane to Chicago, it was a stop before we went to Chicago.  A stewardess was talking to another man, and I was really staring.  Like I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.  This is me, talent-spotting, I don’t think they understood why , he, the man watching me, must be very good looking also.  He goes together with the cab driver from Zohan.

The shoe being thrown in Zohan, is a slipper.  This is My Fair Lady, Professor Higgins, and my mother, Eliza Doolittle throwing a slipper.  It looks real.  I can’t believe she did it, she did it, this song looks real.  This is my mother in the sixties before she had children.

Let there be no more retaliation, like the strokes given to my mother because she helped thwart – terrorism, in the goddamn sixties!

I’ve always liked this movie, Howl’s Moving Castle, the moving castle being a brain palace, and Howl’s Moving Castle code, Her Majesty’s castle.  Hat shop, Sherlock Holmes.  The waltz music is interesting to me, it has good things in it, to me.

The storytelling of witches and such, I do not believe.  To me it is storytelling.

My brother is stronger around me; it must have been seen this way.  It looks like some people, misinterpreted the change in his person, around me.  Meaning they thought Creggan needed to be gay-trained, so he could be gay, instead of being – who he really is.  Inside.

Honestly, it’s really gross.  Those are decades of my brother’s life gone unfulfilled because other people thought they knew better.

The divorce in Crazy, Stupid, Love, at the beginning with Cal, telling his wife to stop talking in the car, this is a mirror.  This is me, telling the other FBI man in my psychology class, stop talking.  Stop talking to me because he is the threat.  The crime scene he brought with him, was not a threat.  It already happened.  He was.  He shouldn’t have committed a crime, or crimes.

Did he or did he not stop committing crimes, by being seen by me.  Just like my brother.  Just like the real Hannibal Lecter, my boyfriend.  By being read by me.

It looks to me like this other FBI man became repentant almost, immediately.

I did purchase a psychology book of the Third Reich book at Stanford University when I was there before 9/11.  True.

The West Virginia care news story just says the hotel in Germany my mother forgot her passport, she discovered when we got to the Austria border.  We went back to the hotel and the woman (there really wasn’t a front desk with a lobby) was, almost waiting for us to return.  My mother was so mad at herself.  I didn’t think she did anything wrong, so I reassured her as so.

You have a man who is concerned about the children who were in the house when Bin Laden was killed.  He is correct.  It is a concern.  I would suggest sending someone.

Fab cup coffee story says someone likes me.  Who?

Bevin (L) at the podium shows manipulation.

Want to know why there is a Robbie character in Crazy, Stupid, Love?  That’s me, at my eighth-grade dance in Gresham, Oregon, swearing like a sailor that never had a mother, and why?  This was people, it involves terrorism, it is connected to night-clubs in Los Angeles, behind where the dance was being held.  They were not quite in the area that was multi-purposed, one of them being a gym, they were in a room, to the right of where the dance was being held.

So, the next time, you help intelligence as a teen-ager thwart terrorism at your middle school dance, then maybe I’ll think about changing my goddamn shirt!

Robbie goes together with Germany, and my German man.

Do people think this FBI man who used David is abrasive?  If so, all he needs to do is be seen by me, like this other FBI man, and my boyfriend.  The only reason he hasn’t worked well in the last few years?  You’ve had the wrong information.

This FBI man, has also, never really been loved.  Just like me.  He could be afraid I will change him.  And, I will.  It is always for the better.

It might be difficult for these men to be seen by me when they’ve had academy or agency training that tells them, this is the only way or correct way, and I really believe, I know better, more often than not.

The way I read the photo of the children and mother in the kitchen news story just tells me these people have other priorities.  There is nothing really wrong in the photo.  It also says they are managing the demands of their household as fast as they are able.  Is it going to make a Town & Country cover, or Architectural Digest, no.  However, there is nothing wrong in the photo.

Hot bagels photo tells me it was a former location and it is now cleared.

I stopped writing my Coffee and Breakfast, every day.  And this was because?  I am the agency expert that got you the exact location of where Osama Bin Laden was staying?  You dumb fucks!

The best coffee I’ve probably ever had was at the Starbucks in the lobby of the hotel I was staying at in Washington, DC, 2012.  I had a quatro shot of espresso in my grande latte, either sugar-free hazelnut or vanilla.

If any one of these readers have been interpreting any of my purchases, a quatro shot in a latte, tells me the espresso, the coffee stands up to the cream.  They are not opposing forces, or opposition – these people really do think like this – it is very strong coffee, it was also not the only coffee I had that day, it would say I have a strong constitution.  Probably a lot of other things.

A quatro shot latte is not a sipping coffee.

The latte needs the cream for balance, texture, subtlety of flavor, nuance.

The reason I choose sugar-free syrups, the reasons I choose them, I don’t want to waste calories in a syrup, I am watching and being careful about my weight, it’s not logical unless, the only reason a person does not take sugar-free syrups, is for the taste, or some dietary reason like an allergy.

Why consume those extra calories in a latte or a coffee when you could eat something, that to me, would be more interesting.

I don’t feel well enough.

Hunger strike.