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|Real name ||Location ||Birthday ||User bio ||In December 1965 when I returned from my Computer God planned one way trip to the snow bound St Lawrence estuary "Poland" my life became even worse deadly than before I left. Even ape nigger Sonny Wally Gray Hempstead cop with another black ape city cop, both in uniform, in their Thunderbird auto, in their driveway, next occupied house to mine, sprayed me with poison nerve gas from their exhaust as I walked by their driveway loaded with shopping bags. Immediately they jumped out of their auto both holding their guns in obvious be-sweated, cowardly, gangster, fright; indubitably well briefed by the deadly gangster CIA cops and Computer God earphone radio about my razor sharp chisel in my pocket.
At this time in the late sixties there was no inflation I managed to exist on much less than 1000 a year of my savings spending mostly for food, taxes and kerosene. After several months of my imploring my brother then moved to 2628 Samis Place to sell it for me. Until he left all food etc., was bought with my money, I was his house slave and cook. After he left there were no more torments and mad beatings from him, no more hiding in the garage or cellar while he sodomized the last slut I passed onto him years before, here in my bed, in my house, every weekend, always alone here. I had endless peaceful time to study all the nigger neighbors and slowly write notes piecing together this deadly Frankenstein earphone radio closed society, even in my law office on the corner the Computer God notarized me as a pummeler of niggers, this has helped to keep them away from me.
At first, after my brother left I went shopping two, three times a month as I gained insight into this closed society I went shopping more often. Week after week hundreds of village and top end Hempstead employees not only cops but even commissioners, clerks, parks, and even sanitation employees, many of whom I recognized in all sorts of vehicles they circled the streets of this gigantic ghost town around me these hangman rope sneak deadly gangsters called the government they drop their fake farce staged con artist ploy of shuffling of papers when in the public eye when in reality everything in government taxes bills forms letters all court records etc. are typed and printed by secret 2000 word a minute computer brain machines, there is no one decent and honest in any government, every government employee is a loitering lurking believe nothing gangster parroting puppet of the Computer God. They not only tried to crush me between their vehicles repeatedly but also repeatedly tried to run me down through red light intersections all traffic lights in this country are controlled by the Computer God.
As I walked back and forth aimlessly to the supermarkets at the busiest times of days I saw also reduced the prearranged stripping of supermarket shelves of the food I usually buy, by not going to the same supermarket and reduce the occasions of supermarkets completely set up with government assassins. From childhood I scavenged the countless back alleys of the city like business districts of this village for valuable trash, clothing, even deposit bottles often I would go through back alleys to avoid circling government assassins in their vehicles. At times I would zig-zag several miles to the supermarkets in West Hempstead and slowly return with the food lost in the Super Time Commuter Rush, always I wore a top coat not only to protect against deadly assaults especially the TABIN NEEDLE but also I would put much of the food I purchased under my undershirt like I did apples and pears as a boy from the shopping cart at the back of the supermarket. Even with deadly gangster government assassins circling the parking field sneering and watching me on dashboard and wristwatch eyesight television.
By 1968 with my new and increasing insight of this deadly closed society in the same manner I would sneak around to the half dozen stock brokerage offices here in Hempstead studying the tickertape from the sidewalk and then inside of the offices by the doors and windows. Now they are all boarded empty stores. Likewise I picked the smallest brokerage office by the door I would read and help myself to their investment periodicals etc. and momentarily leave. So I transacted all of my business with unbelievable beginner's luck I judged the Computer God stock market had to have a 1968 summer rally based on this judgment every penny of my money was on maximum margin loan. Finally late in summer a small rally came I quickly sold all but one airline stock, the biggest and worst stock I bought, immediately after I sold the 1968 skyrocket rally began even my airline stock was regaining its losses. From 1959 to 1968 my income was ZERO. I could not even trust banks, such banks as Island Federal Bank of Hempstead gangsterized me and swindled me from childhood in nunnery Catholic grammar school. To prevent my drunken, sodomist brother from robbing my hard earned savings for college, secretly I opened my second bank account, there for snow-balling interest. The cackling, sneering, co-conspiring felon gangster parroting puppet officers of the Island Federal Bank, the two car garage bank on High Street, the tiny building is still extant, gave me the worst niggerly; namely "69" begin and end with death extermination, namely "20", two zeroes, because I am a "one niner", highest and worst stratification, awaiting extermination, namely "19", or the letter "S" the nineteenth letter in the alphabet, THE WORST DEADLY BANK ACCOUNT NUMBER IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE, namely account number "S2069", when this gangster government subsidized bank did not have near 500 depositors. These are enlightening keys to the Computer God Worldwide Top Secret Number Code which stratifies everything, not only the 4 billion living people. The Computer God adopted it for speed and clarity. This said number code is the means to make possible the Computer God Worldwide Containment Policy for stratification. In a few months my investments made me minimum wage for 1968 with great insight into the stock market from my many tiny investments each brokerage office had foyers between double doors and had then installed vertical Venetian blinds or solid panel walls to cover their front windows. They were all darkened like movie theaters. I could see assassins hiding and lurking behind newly added partitions and filing cabinets. I dared not go into any brokerage office. Months went by. One day going shopping I passed my brokerage office, only an unlicensed employee was present it was two minutes before the market closed for the day. I ran in and ordered him to call his main New York office on the direct wire to sell my airline stock at market, as I handed in the stock I always carried for the impossible opening. In a few seconds my airline stock was sold for the biggest profit of almost 500 dollars that I had made. The next morning that airline stock went up about a point and began dropping fast. Since that day it is worth at tops one third my purchase price. Thereafter groups of assassins ready to barge out after me in the foyer lurked in all stock brokerage offices. I did not dare to even watch the tickertape from the sidewalk. I went into hibernation, waiting for the Computer God efforts to murder me in the brokerage offices to relax. Early in 1969, secretly, the Computer God controlled and manipulated gangster government issued a warrant for my immediate arrest and incarceration in a maximum security insanity prison to be cured forever before I could go before any parroting puppet hangman rope gangster judge to give testimony.
Since 1969 I hide alone in this house all deliveries food, etc. I mail order adding 5 bucks for delivery left inside my rear outer cellar door. I snare drug addict niggers and give them 5 or ten dollars plus cab fare to go shopping etc. for me I give them 10 to 15 dollars to cut my grass and 3 or 4 dollars an hour to rake leaves. So many leaves are maliciously scattered in my shoe string yard that it takes a week to rake them into the street and a giant caterpillar scoop and 2 giant trucks to pick them up each year, very expensive for me and big money for the niggers but it has helped keep me alive.
When I bought this house while my brother sodomized sluts I passed onto him in my bed in the back room of my law office at night I slowly remodeled this house laying floors, walls for closets, etc. and ripped out the hot air system and put in hot water radiator system oil burner even while nigger tenants lived here. Years later after my brother left in 1966 I immediately garbaged tons of furniture and many other inflammables he brought here claiming that he scavenged it or that friends gave it to him. For weeks I soaked, washed off all the red wallpaper in most of the rooms to find fresh red paint under it the entire house was a CIA death trap for me set up while I was buying it.
In 1967 and 68 with hundreds of single edge razor blades I chipped off all of the red paint in most rooms and repainted the downstairs rooms. The maliciously ram shackled part of the floor of the upstairs front bedroom I ripped out to find inflammable paper stuffed under it I garbaged in many cartons. I also found new additions to the never used gas lighting pipes I ripped this out completely. After 1969 I found the same under the attic floor and many wooden beams cut, with scavenged wood I store in my garage and bed spring steel angled bars I repaired the cut beams and re-laid the attic floor upside down IT ALMOST LOOKS NEW. The Computer God ram shackled kitchen plaster walls I ripped down and replastered the whole kitchen. Since my brother left in 1966 most of the rooms in this house are empty except for Venetian blinds.
I have vivid memories of sleeping next to a kosher ex-flying captain. This assassin the black ape he told me in detail; "I begged to get back in as a Top Sergeant with felonious double bribe pay; (this ape with slut and breed of three in one month made more pay than my private yearly pauper's GI pay); I make much more than the Civil Service job I had as a Los Angeles Fireman. The Fireman are real bum gangsters they get paid to sleep on the job they have no work to do most of the time they bring in stick girls and have drunk sodomy drug parties in the beds in the firehouse, while on the job they go out and rob stores and homes to get extra money felonious government bribe they murder people and set their house on fire to cover up the murder".
Since 1969 deadly gangster cops have pounded my front door and rear doors opened and entered my rear cellar door even broke fasteners forcing open windows even late at night always screaming for me to come out even these parroting puppet stooge niggers tremble from this "Jer-U.S.A.-lem" kosher constitutional rights now worse with Ronnie. Now after all these years after I've mailed worldwide thousands of my letters exposing the Worldwide Communist Gangster Computer God I can once again walk the streets solely as I did before 1969.
Week in the first week my return trips I went by the nigger cab from shopping the third trip the end of the week in the Computer God monsoon rains three nigger women ran into my cab ahead of me I slammed the door on them and told the Cabbie "I ordered this cab and I was not going to sit on the tiny middle stool seat in the back, I was going to sit next to him in the front seat". As he drove his hand trembled holding a cigarette. I saw one of the nigger women reach forward with a deadly TABIN NEEDLE , the Computer God read my brain thoughts namely to pound her arm and twist it off she then withdrew her arm and the five block trip was over, I was home. As always no more cabs for me.
Finally after all these years from my present detailed investment efforts now I will probably reach yearly minimum wage income which is a great increase over past income. The nearest street level brokerage offices, Garden City, has vertical Venetian blinds. Since I have been allowed to walk the streets all buses are new all black glass one way windows. I walk to Garden City and shun buses. My investments are by pay phone and mail. First in the entire world all corner sidewalk curbs are being replaced with smooth corner driveways for non-existent baby carriages and wheelchair pedestrians in this ghost town, ideal for vehicles to drive up on the sidewalk from any direction for the computerized Computer God undetectable extermination.
Completely alone everything is much deadlier for me than 1969. Jimmy Carter visited Mr. Dec's gigantic, nigger, ghost town suddenly hundreds of additional empty stores, buildings, and homes are being bull-dozed into camouflaged empty parking fields.
P.S. As you drive by, on Maple Avenue, since I've hid there, on this three block long street approximately 12 substandard back houses etc., have been ripped down. Now Island Federal Bank glass facade has wall to wall drapes, assassins lurk even Saturday's in the foyer automatic teller five ran in from behind drapes I barged out without cash, change in machine. When I enter Island Federal Bank especially the women teller's etc. sweat and tremble they know they are expendable. No Computer God concocted manipulated farce civil liberties organization to help Mr. Dec through minimum wage income in 1968. The Computer God caused my isolated imprisonment here for over ten years. Again I have now zoomed to present minimum wage which is double 1968. My life is unbelievably worse deadlier than 1968, isolated, only provocateur assassins approach me. When will the Computer God have me dragged away to extermination?
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