07-29-2010
To whom it may concern:
While living in the Bay Area I have experienced, in real life, the "Conspiracy Theory", as noted in numerous media outlets, ie: books, newspapers, web sites, articles and television.
In the book "Conspiracies and Secret Societies, the Complete Dossier", by Sherry and Brad Steiger, there are chapters on "bio-chip" implants and the "Church of Satan", and I might add here, that I do not want to infringe on anyone's right and privilege to worship any deity they choose, but these people have been most disruptive to me and most disrespectful of me and my personal possessions by stealing and/or fucking them up, as a form of "humbling".
People have told me numerous times "you have a bad attitude", and I replied, "well the fucking thing isn't here to see me"...a couple individuals looked around and with a bewildered look on their faces and said, "well who is it here to see?" They were the only ones in the room with me....NOW THAT IS FUCKING HILARIOUS!!!!!!! DUMB MOTHER FUCKERS, in my book.
After building about 600 bikes for y friends in San Francisco I wanted an IPOD with some killer music on it and a friend of mine, Chris Molnar, brought me over a 20 gig IPOD with a 4800 song library on it. I couldn't add any music on it because I didn't have a computer with the library on it and Ms. Jilian Clark gave me a charger for it because it didn't come with one when Chris brought it over. My neighbor, Joy Burnell, a self proclaimed "computer geek" was attempting to fix a computer for me and hooked the IPOD up to a junk computer and DELETED the entire library off my IPOD. The case managers, as many others have told me, there are people trying to help you and I have stated, "I can't tell", LMFAO. I think you are all pathetic liars and are trying to get Jack to "flash"...well good luck.
THIS FUCKING WEB SITE, ALONG WITH SOME OTHERS, IS "HOW" I "FLASH" AND I HAVE WARNED YOU ABOUT THIS FORM OF "HUMBLING" AND "CONDITIONING" BEFORE...SO THIS SHOULD NOT COME AS ANY KIND OF "SHOCK" TO ANY OF YOU.
These next two paragraphs are significant...you should read them and think about "yourself" and your selfish desires and what you have accomplished in life and "who" your family "really" is...ARE THEY DOING SOMETHING "FOR" YOU OR "TO" YOU?
After moving to San Jose I went to BEST BUYS and purchased a 120 gig IPOD and an HP net book, because I find the music I like, to be very soothing to my "bad attitude". Well someone fucked up the IPOD to where it would not 'sync' to my 4400 song library I downloaded at the public library, then it was stolen at the Little Orchard shelter. I went back to BEST BUYS and bought another 160 gig IPOD and the "live-in-the-moment, self-indulgents" kept swapping out my computer and it was corrupting the library so it would not 'sync' to my IPOD. After I had my computer fixed at BEST BUYS twice by Jordan <<GREAT CUSTOMER SERVICE REP, I BOUGHT HIM AND HIS EMPLOYEES ALL BREAKFAST FROM PANERA BAKERY and buying one 120 gig and four 160 gig IPODs at a staggering cost of over $2,200.00 I stopped because I, and our broke ass government couldn't afford any more "help" from the people of the Bay Area. YOUR FUCKING TAX DOLLARS AT WORK...AGAIN, GOOD JOB.
These people are "live-in-the-moment, self-indulgent" individuals and because of their choices in life to be who and what they are they have destroyed and chance of ever getting what they desire in life, by planning for a future that has the items that they "need and desire"...they have nothing to look forward to except a life of homelessness, despair and imprisonment. Most of these individuals have no family to speak of, for whatever reason, and have nothing but their pathetic lives, drug addictions and the desires and possessions of others to "feed" on...they are vampires. They have sucked the literal blood from their own lives so they feed on the very blood of those around them.
In the book I mentioned before, in the "bio-chip" implant chapter the authors state that prison inmates and the 'expendables' are the ones chosen for for the implants. I recently stated to my therapist, Jason Blantz, of Urban Housing and Health at 234 Eddy Street in San Francisco, that most of the individuals that I have encountered with the implants in them are former inmates of the prison system of the great State of California....huh!!! These people are the worst kind of "snitches" on the planet. I was under the impression that it was the "mob"...Asian or Mexican or other, but in reality it is our own government, or the New World Order, which is the Socialist Democracy that is being put in place by the Chinese or Asians, whom are carrying the national debt of our nation, which is the "Supreme Mob" in my opinion....along with the Biblebergers, the House of Rothschild, the Free Masons and the Knights Templar, among numerous others...and let's not forget the Masters, the puppet masters of the BOHEMIAN GROVE.
DON'T GET YOUR UNDIES IN A BUNCH HERE, ANYBODY WITH "COMMON SENSE" COULD FIGURE THIS OUT AND IF YOU IDIOTS COULDN'T SEE I HAVE "HELLA" COMMON SENSE YOU ARE REALLY STUPID OR FUCKING BLIND AND DEAF, SHIT I HAVE TOLD YOU ABOUT ASSHOLES IN MY PAST AND WHEN WE BUTTED HEADS, AND YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN A LITTLE BIT MORE "SUBTLE" WITH YOUR "BLATANT" BEHAVIOR....YOUR "BAD".
DON'T HATE THE PLAYA, HATE THE GAME....REMEMBER.
Here is something else I would like to know and I will be looking into it.
Where, in the great State of California, is "OPUS ONE" the Rothschild's family's secret retreat, hmmm, like to check their guest list....probably built because of what the ex-president's said about the BOHEMIAN GROVE. Would you like me to quote President Nixon, lmfao.
"Gayest fucking thing I have ever seen", coming from a convicted, kick out of fucking office ex-president, that had a hella higher IQ than that clan that broke the fucking bank in our country and got the entire fucking world pissed off at us.
WASSUP WIF DAT, NIGGAZ???
I'm going to spend some time with a very, very, very good friend of mine and save up some money to buy him and I, since he is a good friend of mine, an IPOD and a pair of Bose headphones. He has
high-speed internet service at his residence, and since I can safely leave my new computer, I will be downloading a new music library...24/7.
My HP mini net book is sitting next to me, it is eight months old and it is going to cost me over $200.00 to get it fixed...it is cheaper to buy a new one. You may ask, "what are you going to do with it?" Well since I has all my personal information on it, and I have no charger, since Terry and Ean didn't return it when she borrowed it and swapped it out, when she ask if she cold play solitaire. I have no way to fire it up and delete the information off of it so I have no choice but to drill holes in the hard drive, so the information isn't pirated off of it, and dispose of it.
Oh, btw, this will be done in the privacy of my parents basement, no web cams or individuals with implants down there. My shrink told me to start telling more white lies, figure out if this is true or a "white lie", lol.
Your fucking tax dollars at work here again...are we having fun yet? I sure and the fuck am.
Does anyone know a woman named Kathryn Albrecht, she is a privacy expert in California. I will be contacting her about the possibility of a tracking device in one of my arms and whom I can be referred to, to have the issue, of it's existence, resolved. I'm sure that will prove that most of what I say is factual and true.
Does anyone also know if there is a "Montauk Center" in the Bay Area. They are "behavioral health" centers and they are in most major cities in the United States....I'll bet their is, for "programming" the masses, huh.
I also might add here, that all the letters that I have written and sent to you have been put on a flash drive and have been put in a safe place in the event I am falsely incarcerated in the great State of California for telling people the "brutal truth". They will be turned over to an attorney here for verification before they are forwarded to my attorney there.
Numerous people have said these "these people" will return my things, if I start "doing things different". Does that mean instead of drinking vodka, change to whiskey, or instead of speed, shoot it, or maybe instead of having sex with men, have it with women, or instead of sucking dicks lick the members of the Bohemian Grove, start eating pussy, riding unicycles instead of bicycles....come on people talk to me. How's about getting off my dead ass and finding a job instead of drawing Social Security...Now that sounds like some help I could use, generate some fucking jobs dickheads, and
QUIT FUCKING UP MY SHIT AND PUTTING YOUR PSYCHOTIC INDUCING DOPE IN MY CIGARETTES (which they and Michael Fell call "tampons").
Mr. Shawn Hoopauge, who is a client of the Little Orchard Shelter, was introduced to me by a mutual friend of ours and he is a nice individual and is nicely built in the right place, as far as I am concerned. He once stated that if I wanted something bigger than he was built I would have to pay for it, fine, send it over. And since I am paying for what I want and need, so can you. If I put a piece of shit bike together you can have it for $60.00, but "my" personal bikes, like the one Michael Fell rode and said was worth $2,500.00, you can pay a fair "market price"....about $500.00.
See the problem you people have is that you don't do anything "right", the prove is in your behavior, breaking into my room, my storage, stealing my shit, lying your fucking asses off about the "implants", stealing bikes and bike parts, such as Nolan Dempster and Shawn Hoopauge have, and fucking my shit up...help or not, I have asked you repeatedly to cease your behavior. And let's not forget your criminal records.
I have five bad ass bikes at a friends house and I am going to take them all apart and build one bad ass bike for me to ride here. The reason for this destructive behavior is really none of your fucking business, but just for fun I will tell you, it is because you people have stolen all the bad ass parts I had one them and replaced them with parts not satisfactory in my opinion. since there is no bike shop in this area and it is illegal to set junk on the side of the road, unlike Frisco, I have no choice but to dispose of them in the local landfill. SEE WHAT YOUR BEHAVIOR IS DOING...YOUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK AGAIN....YOU ARE SOME WASTEFUL BASTARDS...SHAME ON YOU.
Your indulgent greed is NOT overwhelming to me, but it might be to Uncle Sam, he's paying for all this. And then you cry about the government being broke...boo-fucking-hoo, lmfao.
I find all of this extremely hilarious and your behavior and lack of communication IDIOTIC, but I'm learning alot about peoples behavior though.
People say I talk too much, like Michael Fell, that is the way you learn about people. One of the most important things you learn about people is whether or not they are liars, such as my fucking shrink, and numerous others. What you learn about peoples actions is whether they are stupid or not, ignorance is being uninformed, stupidity, on the other hand is lacking the ability to learn. You may think I am stupid, and from your perspective you may be correct...but from my perspective I'm purposely ignorant, because I want you to open your fucking mouth and communicate and you refuse because your behavior is illegal in this country....but tolerated in your city, until you want to use your rules and laws "selectively"...when "you" want to...hence my reluctance to do as you "want"....DICKHEADS.
The individuals in the Bay Area may think I am stupid, fine, so did a disrespectful nigger at the Nashville Rescue Mission and the cocaine dealing preacher, Rodney "pimp daddy" Martin, we called him "Pimp Daddy" because he came to a homeless shelter, which he drew his check from, and drove a Mercedes Benz and dressed like a pimp in very expensive cloths...like my bikes? From your perspective you may think so, since you think I am arrogant. But why don't you quite being self-indulgent and selfish and FUCKING THINK for one minute...I didn't buy new bikes, unlike pimp-daddy, and his expensive cloths, I draw a check from the government, I told people that brought me brand new bikes, "I do not want new bikes, I want an old bike in need of repair because I like to "work" on bikes and anything that I get a sense of worth and satisfaction out of...I HAVE TOLD ALL OF YOU THAT. " Just cause I can take your junk and make a great bike, or clutch or great anything out of it is good for me and it could have been for you but, YOU FUCKED THAT UP...JUST LIKE THE ASSHOLES THAT SUED ME INT HE CLUTCH BUSINESS....DUMB MOTHER FUCKERS, DAMN.
See Rodney Martin was taking your hard earned money and used it to show off with "your" money...lots of it. I, on the other hand took $10.00 or $20.00 of "your" money and built a bike that the Asian or Mexican mafia sold for over $1,000.00 overseas, and you thought I was arrogant. I was NOT flaunting your hard earned money in your fucking face your stupid ass, I was flaunting my talents in your face and begging you to try to help me FIND A FUCKING JOB...AND YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP...THANKS A FUCKING LOT, DICKHEADS.
And the bikes helped me stop drinking...which was vitally important for me and I'll guarantee for everyone.
Call Don Worrell, the vice president, at the Nashville Rescue Mission, and ask him about his greedy, disrespectful staff and the 2.7 million dollars of his 5 million dollar a year funding I took away from his stupid fucking ass. I also launch him a web site on the Internet that was most impressive with "links" to the Indiana Department of Corrections, where Rodney "Pimp-Daddy" Martins cocaine charge and subsequent 11 year prison sentence was posted. Needless to say, because of funding $$$$, they fired his black ass, SUP NIGGA.
TALK ABOUT BEING HUMBLED...DUMB ASS DISRESPECTFUL NIGGER.
He was was the preacher, talk about sweet revenge, lol. This is not the only "victim" of my wrath, do you want to be next?<<<THAT IS A QUESTION, NOT A THREAT.
People have made the comment that I may have "Tourette's Syndrome", because of the manner I speak in. No...I am just annoyed and irritated at the behavior, the unprofessional, immoral and unethical behavior of my therapist, Jason Blantz, of Urban Housing and Health of San Francisco and the "underground" or the individuals with the audio implants in them in the Bay Area. If you wasn't ot see someone with Tourettes's Syndrome, watch "Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares" or "Entertainment Tonight" when Mel Gibson went off on his wife or girlfriend. When I am done talking it is "the calm before the storm".
A company I worked for in Mishawaka Indiana, South bend Clutch, whom sued me over a "non-competition agreement" when I was trying to help a very good friend of mine, who was killed on the fourth of July in an accident involving a CO2 cartridge that was used as a fuselage for a firecracker.
I came up from Tennessee to help run his business because he left his wife, Dawn, and two small children with a heavy debt and no immediate income. I warned South Bend Clutch not to pursue the lawsuit or I would retaliate. The arrogant assholes said...go ahead, you can't do shit.
His father over the course of over a decade had made a sizable amount of taxable income, that he did not pay taxes on, off "bubble gum" receipts, as he called them, that he never claimed on his taxes because the customers paid cash.
I had worked at the company from 1975 to 1981, and his father was paying me $10.00 per hour, plus a $50.00 per day "cash bonus", which amounted to a whopping $595.00 per week...take home pay...and I was the foreman and weed dealer at the company so there were many fringe benefits....petty cash, keys to the shop, inventory access and the customer base of mechanics and foreman that frequented the shop for parts and pot, and an occasional 10,000 hits of "blotter acid" LSD. It was a very lucrative job....to say the least. Oh and I almost forgot I had the only 4x4 pickup so I went to the scrap metal yard about once every two month and that was about $900.00 to $1,400.00 that I pocketed from scrap cast iron and steel, WOW, I forgot about that...geez.
When the suit got filed for the non-competition agreement, Dawn Brought the box of receipts, all $298,000.00 of them, to the shop and we headed to the attorneys to meet the IRS agents. Since the three sons had just inherited the business from their father, which was to be bought from his wife, the sons step-mother, for $1,000,000.00, to be paid at a rate of $100,000.00 per year, as to be paid off in ten years.
The Internal Revenue Service of the United States assessed the company itself $660,000.00 in back taxes and each of the three sons, whom all had families and new houses, $64,000.00 each....NOW YOU TALK ABOUT SOME ARROGANT LITTLE MOTHER FUCKERS....DAMN.
I won the lawsuit over the non-competition agreement but the company still filed suit for liquidated damages of $250,000.00 just to damage my credit and show Jack who was the "really" HNIC (head nigga in charge), boo-fucking-god-damn-hoo Jack.
Personally Uncle Sam owes me.
My attorney fees were $49,700.00.
A friend of Jim Pyfer's, had a brother in Calumet City Illinois, with mob connections, and I do believe he is the guy who lined up the "hit man" out of Chicago that I had a altercation in front of my parents house with, after the wake of my dead friend. The assailant hit me with a ball bat or a heavy metal pipe and put a gash in the top rear of my head that took 17 stitches to close. I left the wake a 2 a.m., I woke up in front of parents house in a puddle of blood at 5:10a.m., from the clock when I entered my parents house. I went to bed, it was a wake, I was drunk. My mother came out, it was Sunday morning to get the paper and seen the puddle of blood (about three feet in diameter) and told my father, who was inside eating breakfast, to come up and check on me and they got me out of a blood stained bed and took me to the hospital.
Two years after the lawsuit I saw Woody Pyfer, the owner and current President of the company, and ex-roommate of mine, at a 711 store in Mishawaka Indiana. I was coming home from work at 7:30 am, and Woody was going to work, he was right behind me in line. The funny thing here is I had my old South Bend Clutch work coat on and when he stepped up behind me he said "nice coat" I turned and smiled as if to say still a work coat, just a different job now, It was a nice ice-breaker and conversation piece, they are well known in the area and I was the foreman.
Woody was pleasant and said hello which I returned in a polite manner...we were old friends and ex-roommates. He then said, you know, looking back at it, I should have never sued you....hindsight is 20/10. I laughed inside but openly smiled as if to say you didn't just now realize that did you? I said in a truthful statement, I told you that before that started he said, I know, and he bought our coffee, and we parted company. He said as I exited the door, stop into the shop some time....to this day 11-25-2011, we are still good friends. The other day on their web page they had a job offer for a warehouse worker, I'll bet I could get the job, no problem, but why give up $1,400.00 per month sitting on my ass.
Charles Robert Durham, a San Francisco resident, who came to my room at the Apollo Hotel, whom I think was sent there by Phil Striegel and his cohorts. I knew Mr. Durham was HIV+, so when he wanted to have sex I insisted that he wear a condom and he did but want ot do some Meth-amphetamine and he asked me if I wanted a "booty-bump", speed shot up your ass with a syringe without the needle, and I stated yes after loading my own needle I gave it him to fire. He swapped the syringe with one filled with his won infected piss, and maliciously gave me HIV.
I have done an immense amount of work at my parents house to help them in their old age and with their current illnesses, my mother has COPD and asthma, and my father has Parkinson's Disease and was recently diagnosed with leukemia. They have told me numerous times that they will miss me when I am gone....I won't miss them, but I do love them.I think the only reason is I have nothing else to love. I used to love rebuilding clutches and more recently building bike....sucking on a speed pipe and a nice fat cock ain't bad, but it is more of a freaky fetish...not love, lol, Jason you are an asshole dickhead. That last comment was for your edification.
My sister past away last November and I go up and see her a couple times a week and water her flowers, something to do to get out if this house. My sister just had her Golden Retriever put down last week and he was 17 years old. I remember the day she brought him home to my house, he was 5 weeks old, he remembers me every time I come home to my parents.
I started feeding a squirrel that lives in the Maple trees in the front of my parents house. When I go out on the front porch every morning for coffee he comes up for peanuts and he is a talkative little guy. I wonder when he will get run over by a car?
The one thing I wish I haad back is my IPOD with my 4400 song library. It was all of my favorite songs of my lifetime and before.I very much enjoyed all of the songs, and everyone that heard the music comment that I had a "killer" library and that I had very good taste in music...It always put me in good mood.
Last statement I will make here is that I came back here to see if I could get along with my family and I can, but the effort out weighs the benefits, so to be truthful I can but not for any sustained amount of time....BPD, it is such a troubling disorder and people just DO NOT believe how difficult this disorder is for me to deal and cope with on a daily basis with others...It is not a problem when I am alone but that is just as hard, but at least it is peaceful and a sign in the Mission District of San Francisco on Valaencia Street, right down from the Apollo hotel says "respect for others is peace", since you can't be respectful to me I guess I have no choice but ot be alone for the rest of my life...this will be hard and sad, to be alone with all this to give, and no one to give it to. The hardest part is what to do. I really don't care who takes it as long as it doesn't cost me too much money and it is benficial to me, whether it is to quite drinking or to piss someone off, like I am doing here...It's just something to do with my time, you don't have to read it.
AND MOST OF ALL, IF IT IS DONE BY JACK, IT HAS TO BE DONE "RIGHT", LIKE THE CLUTCHES, BIKES AND THE HOUSES I ENGINEERED AT HUSKEY LUMBER...AND TRUTHFUL LIKE THIS WEB PAGE AND THE ONE TO THE NASHVILLE RESCUE MISSION, THERE IS NOT ALOT OF MALICE HERE, JUST TRUTHFULNESS, ANOTHER ONE OF MY "UNIQUE" TALENTS THAT NOT TO MANY OTHERS POSSESS...DO YOU SEE HOW HARD THIS IS NOW.
I LIKE WHO I WAS FROM THE TIME I STARTED WORKING AT SOUTH BEND CLUTCH IN 1976, LISTEN TO THE SONG "LIKE A ROCK" by BOB SEGER, IT REMINDS ME OF MYSELF. BUT THE MORE I LOOK AT ME AND "YOU", WE ARE SO VERY DIFFERENT AND I AM BEGINNING TO SEE WHY PEOPLE DO NOT LIKE ME...THE MORE I LEARN ABOUT THIS DISORDER, THE MORE I DO NOT LIKE MYSELF.
IT SCARES ME TO THINK HOW I WILL "FIX" THIS PROBLEM. I THINK THAT IS WHAT IS CAUSING MY RECENT ANXIETY ATTACKS, MIKE FELL SEEN THEM SO HAS MY FAMILY AND NUMEROUS OF MY BOSS AND RECENTLY STEVE EGLER OF THE SAN FRANCISCO AIDS HOUSING ALLIANCE.
I AM GOING TO TRY NOT TO THINK OF IT AS A PROBLEM, EVERYONE ELSE WILL SO I MAY REVERT BACK TO ME AND MY BAD ATTITUDE AND MY ALCOHOL...THAT SCARES ME AND IT TERRIFIES MY FAMILY. MY MOTHER BEGS ME TO NEVER START DRINKING AND SHE IS THE ONLY REASON I DON'T HERE.
ADDICTION...NO JUST SOMETHING TO DO THAT IS PEACEFUL, DOESN'T DO HARM TO OTHERS, AND I GET SOME SATISFACTION OUT OF IT....YOU CAN LOOK AT IT HOWEVER YOU WANT...I'M FIXING THIS PROBLEM WITH THE SAME METHOD I DID BEFORE AND IT WORKED FOR A LONG TIME.
JASON BLANTZ, WHOM I HAVE SEEN FOR 7 YEARS, I WANT TO THANK THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR STUPID ASS. YOU AIN'T WORTH A FUCK BUT I WOULD BEND YOU OVER A GRUDGE FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU AND THAT FUCKING LYING NON-TALKING BITCH MS. CLARK JUST FOR SOMETHING TO DO.
My sister Stacy committed suicide about three years ago, I was mad at my family because there was numerous danger signs and red flags that people missed and I wasn't here to talk to her and more importantly to "llisten", not just hear, but listen to her, and think, with un-biased common-sense, and to pay attention to the small details. See what most people don't understand is, when you are dealing with more than one perosn, the "problem" is usually obvious. When you are dealing with one perosn with a condition like mine, the "problem" isn't obvious, it is a complex web of rather small and insignificant "issues" that cause a massive problem....BPD. I have tried to convey all the truthful information I can about "my" massive problem, and what I think will work and you, my fucking idiot shrink and dumbass Ms. Clark are greed oreinted government workers that have an agenda that fills their pockets with money and I have to suffer with this massive problem and you wonder why I have a fucking bad attitude...7 fucking god damn years, fucking wasted, like my employment.
I was homeless with a social disorder 7 years ago and drinking prolbem. Went to see, what I thought was a qualified therapist, and after seven years I am still homeless with the same social disorder, but much worse, and in about a month I can assure you the drinking will return.
With me and you Jason, the problem was obvious, you are a fucking idiot and hundreds of people, old and very good friends of mine, like John Schaub, Keith Lindell and other told me to "fire your dumb ass shrink"...the problem was you and that greedy clinic.
You and your "implanted inmates" think the solution to my problem is a "PIMP". No my solution is a job with an employer that is of equal intelllect, or partner...sex partner in a legal, for profit business, that I can pruduce something at, besides puddles of cum. The sex part wouldn't be a job, it would be something I did for fun and relaxation. When I "work" I like to work "HARD", and that DOES NOT mean "stiff-dicked", you fucking moron.
I wonder what would happen if I admitted myself to one of your local rehab centers for my assumed "programming dope" addictions, and when the fascilitator ask me if I had anything to say and I started talking about the Conspiracy I have been experiencing in your city and started bring up some of "your" behavior and some of the information I have disclosed here. I'll bet you there would be numerous individuals that would agree with me and I would be called a "trouble making whistle blower" and asked to leave because I'm too disruptive to the class, hmmmm.
SOME MORE OF YOUR FUCKING HELP, RIGHT.....YOU FUCKING LYING ASSHOLES.
I am confident these are the right decisions that I am making because they make me feel good, how do they make you fell Jason and your government, dope-dealing pimps.My decisions are not greed oriented, unlike yours and anybody that wants to give Jack any money because they feel sorry for Jack I will do something with it that will absolutely "frost your ass", like wipe my shitty ass with it and then light it on fire and put it on "youtube" with the title "YOUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK" and send your dumb ass the ash.
YOU, YOUR CLINIC AND THAT BITCH, MATTER OF FACT ALL THEM CUNTS AT YOUR OFFICE CAN FUCK OFF.
L8R.
To whom it may concern:
While living in the Bay Area I have experienced, in real life, the "Conspiracy Theory", as noted in numerous media outlets, ie: books, newspapers, web sites, articles and television.
In the book "Conspiracies and Secret Societies, the Complete Dossier", by Sherry and Brad Steiger, there are chapters on "bio-chip" implants and the "Church of Satan", and I might add here, that I do not want to infringe on anyone's right and privilege to worship any deity they choose, but these people have been most disruptive to me and most disrespectful of me and my personal possessions by stealing and/or fucking them up, as a form of "humbling".
People have told me numerous times "you have a bad attitude", and I replied, "well the fucking thing isn't here to see me"...a couple individuals looked around and with a bewildered look on their faces and said, "well who is it here to see?" They were the only ones in the room with me....NOW THAT IS FUCKING HILARIOUS!!!!!!! DUMB MOTHER FUCKERS, in my book.
After building about 600 bikes for y friends in San Francisco I wanted an IPOD with some killer music on it and a friend of mine, Chris Molnar, brought me over a 20 gig IPOD with a 4800 song library on it. I couldn't add any music on it because I didn't have a computer with the library on it and Ms. Jilian Clark gave me a charger for it because it didn't come with one when Chris brought it over. My neighbor, Joy Burnell, a self proclaimed "computer geek" was attempting to fix a computer for me and hooked the IPOD up to a junk computer and DELETED the entire library off my IPOD. The case managers, as many others have told me, there are people trying to help you and I have stated, "I can't tell", LMFAO. I think you are all pathetic liars and are trying to get Jack to "flash"...well good luck.
THIS FUCKING WEB SITE, ALONG WITH SOME OTHERS, IS "HOW" I "FLASH" AND I HAVE WARNED YOU ABOUT THIS FORM OF "HUMBLING" AND "CONDITIONING" BEFORE...SO THIS SHOULD NOT COME AS ANY KIND OF "SHOCK" TO ANY OF YOU.
These next two paragraphs are significant...you should read them and think about "yourself" and your selfish desires and what you have accomplished in life and "who" your family "really" is...ARE THEY DOING SOMETHING "FOR" YOU OR "TO" YOU?
After moving to San Jose I went to BEST BUYS and purchased a 120 gig IPOD and an HP net book, because I find the music I like, to be very soothing to my "bad attitude". Well someone fucked up the IPOD to where it would not 'sync' to my 4400 song library I downloaded at the public library, then it was stolen at the Little Orchard shelter. I went back to BEST BUYS and bought another 160 gig IPOD and the "live-in-the-moment, self-indulgents" kept swapping out my computer and it was corrupting the library so it would not 'sync' to my IPOD. After I had my computer fixed at BEST BUYS twice by Jordan <<GREAT CUSTOMER SERVICE REP, I BOUGHT HIM AND HIS EMPLOYEES ALL BREAKFAST FROM PANERA BAKERY and buying one 120 gig and four 160 gig IPODs at a staggering cost of over $2,200.00 I stopped because I, and our broke ass government couldn't afford any more "help" from the people of the Bay Area. YOUR FUCKING TAX DOLLARS AT WORK...AGAIN, GOOD JOB.
These people are "live-in-the-moment, self-indulgent" individuals and because of their choices in life to be who and what they are they have destroyed and chance of ever getting what they desire in life, by planning for a future that has the items that they "need and desire"...they have nothing to look forward to except a life of homelessness, despair and imprisonment. Most of these individuals have no family to speak of, for whatever reason, and have nothing but their pathetic lives, drug addictions and the desires and possessions of others to "feed" on...they are vampires. They have sucked the literal blood from their own lives so they feed on the very blood of those around them.
In the book I mentioned before, in the "bio-chip" implant chapter the authors state that prison inmates and the 'expendables' are the ones chosen for for the implants. I recently stated to my therapist, Jason Blantz, of Urban Housing and Health at 234 Eddy Street in San Francisco, that most of the individuals that I have encountered with the implants in them are former inmates of the prison system of the great State of California....huh!!! These people are the worst kind of "snitches" on the planet. I was under the impression that it was the "mob"...Asian or Mexican or other, but in reality it is our own government, or the New World Order, which is the Socialist Democracy that is being put in place by the Chinese or Asians, whom are carrying the national debt of our nation, which is the "Supreme Mob" in my opinion....along with the Biblebergers, the House of Rothschild, the Free Masons and the Knights Templar, among numerous others...and let's not forget the Masters, the puppet masters of the BOHEMIAN GROVE.
DON'T GET YOUR UNDIES IN A BUNCH HERE, ANYBODY WITH "COMMON SENSE" COULD FIGURE THIS OUT AND IF YOU IDIOTS COULDN'T SEE I HAVE "HELLA" COMMON SENSE YOU ARE REALLY STUPID OR FUCKING BLIND AND DEAF, SHIT I HAVE TOLD YOU ABOUT ASSHOLES IN MY PAST AND WHEN WE BUTTED HEADS, AND YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN A LITTLE BIT MORE "SUBTLE" WITH YOUR "BLATANT" BEHAVIOR....YOUR "BAD".
DON'T HATE THE PLAYA, HATE THE GAME....REMEMBER.
Here is something else I would like to know and I will be looking into it.
Where, in the great State of California, is "OPUS ONE" the Rothschild's family's secret retreat, hmmm, like to check their guest list....probably built because of what the ex-president's said about the BOHEMIAN GROVE. Would you like me to quote President Nixon, lmfao.
"Gayest fucking thing I have ever seen", coming from a convicted, kick out of fucking office ex-president, that had a hella higher IQ than that clan that broke the fucking bank in our country and got the entire fucking world pissed off at us.
WASSUP WIF DAT, NIGGAZ???
I'm going to spend some time with a very, very, very good friend of mine and save up some money to buy him and I, since he is a good friend of mine, an IPOD and a pair of Bose headphones. He has
high-speed internet service at his residence, and since I can safely leave my new computer, I will be downloading a new music library...24/7.
My HP mini net book is sitting next to me, it is eight months old and it is going to cost me over $200.00 to get it fixed...it is cheaper to buy a new one. You may ask, "what are you going to do with it?" Well since I has all my personal information on it, and I have no charger, since Terry and Ean didn't return it when she borrowed it and swapped it out, when she ask if she cold play solitaire. I have no way to fire it up and delete the information off of it so I have no choice but to drill holes in the hard drive, so the information isn't pirated off of it, and dispose of it.
Oh, btw, this will be done in the privacy of my parents basement, no web cams or individuals with implants down there. My shrink told me to start telling more white lies, figure out if this is true or a "white lie", lol.
Your fucking tax dollars at work here again...are we having fun yet? I sure and the fuck am.
Does anyone know a woman named Kathryn Albrecht, she is a privacy expert in California. I will be contacting her about the possibility of a tracking device in one of my arms and whom I can be referred to, to have the issue, of it's existence, resolved. I'm sure that will prove that most of what I say is factual and true.
Does anyone also know if there is a "Montauk Center" in the Bay Area. They are "behavioral health" centers and they are in most major cities in the United States....I'll bet their is, for "programming" the masses, huh.
I also might add here, that all the letters that I have written and sent to you have been put on a flash drive and have been put in a safe place in the event I am falsely incarcerated in the great State of California for telling people the "brutal truth". They will be turned over to an attorney here for verification before they are forwarded to my attorney there.
Numerous people have said these "these people" will return my things, if I start "doing things different". Does that mean instead of drinking vodka, change to whiskey, or instead of speed, shoot it, or maybe instead of having sex with men, have it with women, or instead of sucking dicks lick the members of the Bohemian Grove, start eating pussy, riding unicycles instead of bicycles....come on people talk to me. How's about getting off my dead ass and finding a job instead of drawing Social Security...Now that sounds like some help I could use, generate some fucking jobs dickheads, and
QUIT FUCKING UP MY SHIT AND PUTTING YOUR PSYCHOTIC INDUCING DOPE IN MY CIGARETTES (which they and Michael Fell call "tampons").
Mr. Shawn Hoopauge, who is a client of the Little Orchard Shelter, was introduced to me by a mutual friend of ours and he is a nice individual and is nicely built in the right place, as far as I am concerned. He once stated that if I wanted something bigger than he was built I would have to pay for it, fine, send it over. And since I am paying for what I want and need, so can you. If I put a piece of shit bike together you can have it for $60.00, but "my" personal bikes, like the one Michael Fell rode and said was worth $2,500.00, you can pay a fair "market price"....about $500.00.
See the problem you people have is that you don't do anything "right", the prove is in your behavior, breaking into my room, my storage, stealing my shit, lying your fucking asses off about the "implants", stealing bikes and bike parts, such as Nolan Dempster and Shawn Hoopauge have, and fucking my shit up...help or not, I have asked you repeatedly to cease your behavior. And let's not forget your criminal records.
I have five bad ass bikes at a friends house and I am going to take them all apart and build one bad ass bike for me to ride here. The reason for this destructive behavior is really none of your fucking business, but just for fun I will tell you, it is because you people have stolen all the bad ass parts I had one them and replaced them with parts not satisfactory in my opinion. since there is no bike shop in this area and it is illegal to set junk on the side of the road, unlike Frisco, I have no choice but to dispose of them in the local landfill. SEE WHAT YOUR BEHAVIOR IS DOING...YOUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK AGAIN....YOU ARE SOME WASTEFUL BASTARDS...SHAME ON YOU.
Your indulgent greed is NOT overwhelming to me, but it might be to Uncle Sam, he's paying for all this. And then you cry about the government being broke...boo-fucking-hoo, lmfao.
I find all of this extremely hilarious and your behavior and lack of communication IDIOTIC, but I'm learning alot about peoples behavior though.
People say I talk too much, like Michael Fell, that is the way you learn about people. One of the most important things you learn about people is whether or not they are liars, such as my fucking shrink, and numerous others. What you learn about peoples actions is whether they are stupid or not, ignorance is being uninformed, stupidity, on the other hand is lacking the ability to learn. You may think I am stupid, and from your perspective you may be correct...but from my perspective I'm purposely ignorant, because I want you to open your fucking mouth and communicate and you refuse because your behavior is illegal in this country....but tolerated in your city, until you want to use your rules and laws "selectively"...when "you" want to...hence my reluctance to do as you "want"....DICKHEADS.
The individuals in the Bay Area may think I am stupid, fine, so did a disrespectful nigger at the Nashville Rescue Mission and the cocaine dealing preacher, Rodney "pimp daddy" Martin, we called him "Pimp Daddy" because he came to a homeless shelter, which he drew his check from, and drove a Mercedes Benz and dressed like a pimp in very expensive cloths...like my bikes? From your perspective you may think so, since you think I am arrogant. But why don't you quite being self-indulgent and selfish and FUCKING THINK for one minute...I didn't buy new bikes, unlike pimp-daddy, and his expensive cloths, I draw a check from the government, I told people that brought me brand new bikes, "I do not want new bikes, I want an old bike in need of repair because I like to "work" on bikes and anything that I get a sense of worth and satisfaction out of...I HAVE TOLD ALL OF YOU THAT. " Just cause I can take your junk and make a great bike, or clutch or great anything out of it is good for me and it could have been for you but, YOU FUCKED THAT UP...JUST LIKE THE ASSHOLES THAT SUED ME INT HE CLUTCH BUSINESS....DUMB MOTHER FUCKERS, DAMN.
See Rodney Martin was taking your hard earned money and used it to show off with "your" money...lots of it. I, on the other hand took $10.00 or $20.00 of "your" money and built a bike that the Asian or Mexican mafia sold for over $1,000.00 overseas, and you thought I was arrogant. I was NOT flaunting your hard earned money in your fucking face your stupid ass, I was flaunting my talents in your face and begging you to try to help me FIND A FUCKING JOB...AND YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP...THANKS A FUCKING LOT, DICKHEADS.
And the bikes helped me stop drinking...which was vitally important for me and I'll guarantee for everyone.
Call Don Worrell, the vice president, at the Nashville Rescue Mission, and ask him about his greedy, disrespectful staff and the 2.7 million dollars of his 5 million dollar a year funding I took away from his stupid fucking ass. I also launch him a web site on the Internet that was most impressive with "links" to the Indiana Department of Corrections, where Rodney "Pimp-Daddy" Martins cocaine charge and subsequent 11 year prison sentence was posted. Needless to say, because of funding $$$$, they fired his black ass, SUP NIGGA.
TALK ABOUT BEING HUMBLED...DUMB ASS DISRESPECTFUL NIGGER.
He was was the preacher, talk about sweet revenge, lol. This is not the only "victim" of my wrath, do you want to be next?<<<THAT IS A QUESTION, NOT A THREAT.
People have made the comment that I may have "Tourette's Syndrome", because of the manner I speak in. No...I am just annoyed and irritated at the behavior, the unprofessional, immoral and unethical behavior of my therapist, Jason Blantz, of Urban Housing and Health of San Francisco and the "underground" or the individuals with the audio implants in them in the Bay Area. If you wasn't ot see someone with Tourettes's Syndrome, watch "Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares" or "Entertainment Tonight" when Mel Gibson went off on his wife or girlfriend. When I am done talking it is "the calm before the storm".
A company I worked for in Mishawaka Indiana, South bend Clutch, whom sued me over a "non-competition agreement" when I was trying to help a very good friend of mine, who was killed on the fourth of July in an accident involving a CO2 cartridge that was used as a fuselage for a firecracker.
I came up from Tennessee to help run his business because he left his wife, Dawn, and two small children with a heavy debt and no immediate income. I warned South Bend Clutch not to pursue the lawsuit or I would retaliate. The arrogant assholes said...go ahead, you can't do shit.
His father over the course of over a decade had made a sizable amount of taxable income, that he did not pay taxes on, off "bubble gum" receipts, as he called them, that he never claimed on his taxes because the customers paid cash.
I had worked at the company from 1975 to 1981, and his father was paying me $10.00 per hour, plus a $50.00 per day "cash bonus", which amounted to a whopping $595.00 per week...take home pay...and I was the foreman and weed dealer at the company so there were many fringe benefits....petty cash, keys to the shop, inventory access and the customer base of mechanics and foreman that frequented the shop for parts and pot, and an occasional 10,000 hits of "blotter acid" LSD. It was a very lucrative job....to say the least. Oh and I almost forgot I had the only 4x4 pickup so I went to the scrap metal yard about once every two month and that was about $900.00 to $1,400.00 that I pocketed from scrap cast iron and steel, WOW, I forgot about that...geez.
When the suit got filed for the non-competition agreement, Dawn Brought the box of receipts, all $298,000.00 of them, to the shop and we headed to the attorneys to meet the IRS agents. Since the three sons had just inherited the business from their father, which was to be bought from his wife, the sons step-mother, for $1,000,000.00, to be paid at a rate of $100,000.00 per year, as to be paid off in ten years.
The Internal Revenue Service of the United States assessed the company itself $660,000.00 in back taxes and each of the three sons, whom all had families and new houses, $64,000.00 each....NOW YOU TALK ABOUT SOME ARROGANT LITTLE MOTHER FUCKERS....DAMN.
I won the lawsuit over the non-competition agreement but the company still filed suit for liquidated damages of $250,000.00 just to damage my credit and show Jack who was the "really" HNIC (head nigga in charge), boo-fucking-god-damn-hoo Jack.
Personally Uncle Sam owes me.
My attorney fees were $49,700.00.
A friend of Jim Pyfer's, had a brother in Calumet City Illinois, with mob connections, and I do believe he is the guy who lined up the "hit man" out of Chicago that I had a altercation in front of my parents house with, after the wake of my dead friend. The assailant hit me with a ball bat or a heavy metal pipe and put a gash in the top rear of my head that took 17 stitches to close. I left the wake a 2 a.m., I woke up in front of parents house in a puddle of blood at 5:10a.m., from the clock when I entered my parents house. I went to bed, it was a wake, I was drunk. My mother came out, it was Sunday morning to get the paper and seen the puddle of blood (about three feet in diameter) and told my father, who was inside eating breakfast, to come up and check on me and they got me out of a blood stained bed and took me to the hospital.
Two years after the lawsuit I saw Woody Pyfer, the owner and current President of the company, and ex-roommate of mine, at a 711 store in Mishawaka Indiana. I was coming home from work at 7:30 am, and Woody was going to work, he was right behind me in line. The funny thing here is I had my old South Bend Clutch work coat on and when he stepped up behind me he said "nice coat" I turned and smiled as if to say still a work coat, just a different job now, It was a nice ice-breaker and conversation piece, they are well known in the area and I was the foreman.
Woody was pleasant and said hello which I returned in a polite manner...we were old friends and ex-roommates. He then said, you know, looking back at it, I should have never sued you....hindsight is 20/10. I laughed inside but openly smiled as if to say you didn't just now realize that did you? I said in a truthful statement, I told you that before that started he said, I know, and he bought our coffee, and we parted company. He said as I exited the door, stop into the shop some time....to this day 11-25-2011, we are still good friends. The other day on their web page they had a job offer for a warehouse worker, I'll bet I could get the job, no problem, but why give up $1,400.00 per month sitting on my ass.
Charles Robert Durham, a San Francisco resident, who came to my room at the Apollo Hotel, whom I think was sent there by Phil Striegel and his cohorts. I knew Mr. Durham was HIV+, so when he wanted to have sex I insisted that he wear a condom and he did but want ot do some Meth-amphetamine and he asked me if I wanted a "booty-bump", speed shot up your ass with a syringe without the needle, and I stated yes after loading my own needle I gave it him to fire. He swapped the syringe with one filled with his won infected piss, and maliciously gave me HIV.
THANKS FOR THE FUCKING HELP
OH AND BTW, THE PROGRAMMING DOPE IS MAKING ME BLIND
YOU CAN THANK STEVE MARTIN IN ROOM #317
OF THE APOLLO HOTEL FOR THAT
IT IS MAKING ME BLIND, SOME MORE OF YOUR FUCKING HELP,
THE DOPE MAKES IT EASIER FOR THE UNDERGROUND
TO TURN YOU INTO A WHORE FOR THEIR SELFISH GREED.
I have done an immense amount of work at my parents house to help them in their old age and with their current illnesses, my mother has COPD and asthma, and my father has Parkinson's Disease and was recently diagnosed with leukemia. They have told me numerous times that they will miss me when I am gone....I won't miss them, but I do love them.I think the only reason is I have nothing else to love. I used to love rebuilding clutches and more recently building bike....sucking on a speed pipe and a nice fat cock ain't bad, but it is more of a freaky fetish...not love, lol, Jason you are an asshole dickhead. That last comment was for your edification.
My sister past away last November and I go up and see her a couple times a week and water her flowers, something to do to get out if this house. My sister just had her Golden Retriever put down last week and he was 17 years old. I remember the day she brought him home to my house, he was 5 weeks old, he remembers me every time I come home to my parents.
I started feeding a squirrel that lives in the Maple trees in the front of my parents house. When I go out on the front porch every morning for coffee he comes up for peanuts and he is a talkative little guy. I wonder when he will get run over by a car?
The one thing I wish I haad back is my IPOD with my 4400 song library. It was all of my favorite songs of my lifetime and before.I very much enjoyed all of the songs, and everyone that heard the music comment that I had a "killer" library and that I had very good taste in music...It always put me in good mood.
Last statement I will make here is that I came back here to see if I could get along with my family and I can, but the effort out weighs the benefits, so to be truthful I can but not for any sustained amount of time....BPD, it is such a troubling disorder and people just DO NOT believe how difficult this disorder is for me to deal and cope with on a daily basis with others...It is not a problem when I am alone but that is just as hard, but at least it is peaceful and a sign in the Mission District of San Francisco on Valaencia Street, right down from the Apollo hotel says "respect for others is peace", since you can't be respectful to me I guess I have no choice but ot be alone for the rest of my life...this will be hard and sad, to be alone with all this to give, and no one to give it to. The hardest part is what to do. I really don't care who takes it as long as it doesn't cost me too much money and it is benficial to me, whether it is to quite drinking or to piss someone off, like I am doing here...It's just something to do with my time, you don't have to read it.
AND MOST OF ALL, IF IT IS DONE BY JACK, IT HAS TO BE DONE "RIGHT", LIKE THE CLUTCHES, BIKES AND THE HOUSES I ENGINEERED AT HUSKEY LUMBER...AND TRUTHFUL LIKE THIS WEB PAGE AND THE ONE TO THE NASHVILLE RESCUE MISSION, THERE IS NOT ALOT OF MALICE HERE, JUST TRUTHFULNESS, ANOTHER ONE OF MY "UNIQUE" TALENTS THAT NOT TO MANY OTHERS POSSESS...DO YOU SEE HOW HARD THIS IS NOW.
I LIKE WHO I WAS FROM THE TIME I STARTED WORKING AT SOUTH BEND CLUTCH IN 1976, LISTEN TO THE SONG "LIKE A ROCK" by BOB SEGER, IT REMINDS ME OF MYSELF. BUT THE MORE I LOOK AT ME AND "YOU", WE ARE SO VERY DIFFERENT AND I AM BEGINNING TO SEE WHY PEOPLE DO NOT LIKE ME...THE MORE I LEARN ABOUT THIS DISORDER, THE MORE I DO NOT LIKE MYSELF.
IT SCARES ME TO THINK HOW I WILL "FIX" THIS PROBLEM. I THINK THAT IS WHAT IS CAUSING MY RECENT ANXIETY ATTACKS, MIKE FELL SEEN THEM SO HAS MY FAMILY AND NUMEROUS OF MY BOSS AND RECENTLY STEVE EGLER OF THE SAN FRANCISCO AIDS HOUSING ALLIANCE.
I AM GOING TO TRY NOT TO THINK OF IT AS A PROBLEM, EVERYONE ELSE WILL SO I MAY REVERT BACK TO ME AND MY BAD ATTITUDE AND MY ALCOHOL...THAT SCARES ME AND IT TERRIFIES MY FAMILY. MY MOTHER BEGS ME TO NEVER START DRINKING AND SHE IS THE ONLY REASON I DON'T HERE.
ADDICTION...NO JUST SOMETHING TO DO THAT IS PEACEFUL, DOESN'T DO HARM TO OTHERS, AND I GET SOME SATISFACTION OUT OF IT....YOU CAN LOOK AT IT HOWEVER YOU WANT...I'M FIXING THIS PROBLEM WITH THE SAME METHOD I DID BEFORE AND IT WORKED FOR A LONG TIME.
JASON BLANTZ, WHOM I HAVE SEEN FOR 7 YEARS, I WANT TO THANK THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR STUPID ASS. YOU AIN'T WORTH A FUCK BUT I WOULD BEND YOU OVER A GRUDGE FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU AND THAT FUCKING LYING NON-TALKING BITCH MS. CLARK JUST FOR SOMETHING TO DO.
My sister Stacy committed suicide about three years ago, I was mad at my family because there was numerous danger signs and red flags that people missed and I wasn't here to talk to her and more importantly to "llisten", not just hear, but listen to her, and think, with un-biased common-sense, and to pay attention to the small details. See what most people don't understand is, when you are dealing with more than one perosn, the "problem" is usually obvious. When you are dealing with one perosn with a condition like mine, the "problem" isn't obvious, it is a complex web of rather small and insignificant "issues" that cause a massive problem....BPD. I have tried to convey all the truthful information I can about "my" massive problem, and what I think will work and you, my fucking idiot shrink and dumbass Ms. Clark are greed oreinted government workers that have an agenda that fills their pockets with money and I have to suffer with this massive problem and you wonder why I have a fucking bad attitude...7 fucking god damn years, fucking wasted, like my employment.
I was homeless with a social disorder 7 years ago and drinking prolbem. Went to see, what I thought was a qualified therapist, and after seven years I am still homeless with the same social disorder, but much worse, and in about a month I can assure you the drinking will return.
With me and you Jason, the problem was obvious, you are a fucking idiot and hundreds of people, old and very good friends of mine, like John Schaub, Keith Lindell and other told me to "fire your dumb ass shrink"...the problem was you and that greedy clinic.
You and your "implanted inmates" think the solution to my problem is a "PIMP". No my solution is a job with an employer that is of equal intelllect, or partner...sex partner in a legal, for profit business, that I can pruduce something at, besides puddles of cum. The sex part wouldn't be a job, it would be something I did for fun and relaxation. When I "work" I like to work "HARD", and that DOES NOT mean "stiff-dicked", you fucking moron.
I wonder what would happen if I admitted myself to one of your local rehab centers for my assumed "programming dope" addictions, and when the fascilitator ask me if I had anything to say and I started talking about the Conspiracy I have been experiencing in your city and started bring up some of "your" behavior and some of the information I have disclosed here. I'll bet you there would be numerous individuals that would agree with me and I would be called a "trouble making whistle blower" and asked to leave because I'm too disruptive to the class, hmmmm.
SOME MORE OF YOUR FUCKING HELP, RIGHT.....YOU FUCKING LYING ASSHOLES.
I am confident these are the right decisions that I am making because they make me feel good, how do they make you fell Jason and your government, dope-dealing pimps.My decisions are not greed oriented, unlike yours and anybody that wants to give Jack any money because they feel sorry for Jack I will do something with it that will absolutely "frost your ass", like wipe my shitty ass with it and then light it on fire and put it on "youtube" with the title "YOUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK" and send your dumb ass the ash.
YOU, YOUR CLINIC AND THAT BITCH, MATTER OF FACT ALL THEM CUNTS AT YOUR OFFICE CAN FUCK OFF.
L8R.
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