10-30-2010
To whom it may concern:
10-30-2010
To whom it may concern:
This is to my, Jack Davis’, service providers in the city of San Francisco and the Bay Area…or as I will truthfully but humorously call “Camp Auschwitz”.
The “Conspiracy Theory” is well known and much talked about in the area of the country I am from. Me and a family member of mine have been studying tax laws and attending anti-tax seminars since the mid seventies. The “Conspiracy Theory” we have been studying and talking about for about 20 years. One of the first things I asked that dumb-ass shrink of mine was to talk about the ’drug culture’ and ’underground’ in your city, which would have, or should have covered, or at least included, your ’secret societies‘. I also told him, “I did not want to file for Social Security.” Since he advised it, I did and he stated in one of our sessions, he stated that he ’padded’ my diagnosis a little. My case went in front of the review board and I was granted my SSDI.
The bicycles, which you are all aware of, have been a tremendous help to me, and from what I can gather the drug users also, who told me there is no bike worth more than $60.00, I beg to differ, NOT JACK DAVIS’ BIKES, and the “Mexican” and “Asian” mob, since they send them overseas and make a fucking fortune on them. People have told me the Phillipinos finance their entire trip off one of my bikes…hmmm, sounds like a little more than $60.00 fuckin’’ dollars <<<<< oops, my Tourette’s Syndrome again, wonder where in the hell I got that at. Maybe from all of my former employers that got rich off my back.
Let’s put this all together now.
You put someone, like me, on SSI/SSDI then you put cameras in his room and see just how functional he is and whether or not he gets sucked into the vortex of iniquity and debauchery you call San Francisco, and I more accurately call the crown jewel of social mouse traps or “Camp Auschwitz”.
Then if he wants to enjoy some of the street candy in your city you give him some “pill dope” to program him to be more ‘conditioned’ to a San Francisco lifestyle…tolerant of the drug use and behavior of the more chronically addicted, at least until your ‘network’ incarcerates or eliminates them. You also make sure you have his email account info so you can block any possible sales to him of bicycles or whatever he may want to buy to make money off of, and isolate him from any sexual excitement that he might be able to generate off ‘Craigslist’ until you have isolated them so they become total dependant on you for anything they may want. Well that didn’t work on Jack so you started ripping everything off I owned until you thought I would “flash” on your asses and beat the fuck out of you and end up copping a charge and learning the “social structure” of your city…and you think I’m a failure. This behavior, on your part is a form of your “social conditioning” to achieve a humbling effect on your victims.
Now let’s explain the network…they are a bunch of convicted felons that have no benefits available to them because of their unsocial able behavior that got their asses incarcerated. So our government has offered them amnesty from prosecution for their indulgence in the street candy in your city for information they can get for the dossiers they are compiling on most of the citizens of our country. And they also give them clothing and pay cell phone bills and do numerous other things that they could not get otherwise.
Our government is well aware that their behavior is illegal so they have ‘teamed up’ with the mob for help in the more “touchy” situations.
Mike Fell had someone say on his ‘implant’, “get him away from them bikes.” It was either the mob because I wouldn’t build them for them or the government because I was drawing the attention of the mob and fuckin’ PISSINGF THEM OFF…..WELL FUCK UM, both of them.
Told you before all I wanted was some good drugs and a nice fat 10” cock attached to someone about my build….preferably about 10 years my junior, but not required. Mr. Shawn Hauppauge is nicely built but not quite what I was looking for, but his house is a fucking mess and I don’t live like that. The SFHA told me, when they came in to do an inspection, that my room looked like a condo…not a pig sty.
“You people”, you know, the people in the Bay Area trying to help Jack, can’t do a fucking thing right, and you wonder why I won’t do a fucking thing for you anymore. You have had six fucking years to do something …and you keep saying, “This time don’t fuck this up.” What? Just bring the big dicked hooker over with a half gram of something “fire” and I’ll pay you whatever and then get the fuck out of my sight. You on the other hand can bring over about $400.00 to $700.00 and I’ll sell you a bike. GOT IT.
See “The Old World Order” is file for SSDI, get approved, set in your house and generate some cash income, hire a hooker, do some dope and be happy, “The New World Order” is file for SSDI, get approved by your crooked shrinks bullshit diagnosis, then get hooked on dope (meth, heroin), tied in a warehouse, either turning tricks, or in this scenario, building bikes, then end up with a plastic bag over your head with a ’rig’ of dope hanging out of your arm and the cops tell your next of kin that it was a sex scene gone bad, when in actuality it is a MURDER. Perfect way for our government to get people off SSI.
Tell UNCLE SAM that if he wants to do anything for Jack he can tell this crooked ass judge in St. Joe, Michigan, you know the one that took my license for life, that Jack has ceased drinking, for the last 5 years, and I would like to have my driving privileges back. And tell that idiot fucking shrink of mine, Jason Blantz, and that bytch of a case manager, Julian Clark, at the Apollo Hotel, that because of all the “crystal chemical” they were putting in my food, that I had to throw away, because I thought they were trying to poison me, and the bike parts the thieving’ bastards were stealing out of my room, is why I can’t pay any of these bullshit fines for “infractions”, which have turned into felony warrants. . If not you and UNCLE SAM can wait about 2 years and I will do this myself and then I may be able to get on with going to college and getting housing.
You know that the orthopedic surgeons at San Francisco General Hospital gave me 800mg MOTRIN for the pain in my leg and said to take one every six hours…Hey dickhead!!!! Do you know that that much of that shit, over the course of two months, will do serious and permanent damage to your liver. A doctor online to stop taking them immediately. The reason I ride my bike is so my legs don’t hurt, the pain after walking for about 3 to 5 blocks is extremely intense. Every time I ask that moron shrink about pain meds he says, “We’ll talk about it”. Still don’t have any. But one day in his office, after a good dose of “pill dope” from his homeless pharmacists on the street he said, “Jack how’s your legs been feeling“… Why so you know what kind of meds to give me in San Quentin?
The funny thing here is the letter I sent to Laura Salazar had a letter also enclosed in it that I was going to send to my shrink. The letter sent to my shrink, Jason, I addressed to the correct street number but not the correct street, so the letter was sent back to me. Since both letter were mailed the same day, in identical envelopes, and sent ‘certified’ mail with return receipt requested, I should have no problem proving that you did in fact get the letter. And the proof is the returned receipt and Jason’s returned letter.
About three years ago I asked my psychiatrist’s executive director if I could tape our sessions. The reason was to make a point. I stated what was funny about our society and laws, was that being based on a Christian religion, we have a law against stealing and not one against lying. The “good book” tells us both are morally wrong, “thou shall not steal” and “thou shall not lie”. She stated that one would be hard to prove. At that moment I pulled a voice-activated mini tape recorder out of my pocket and stated, “No it isn’t…see”. With a stark look of surprise on her face she stated that I COULD NOT record our sessions. I stated to her that the only reason she would not let me was if she was going to lie to me. She got very frustrated and ended the session. By the way, Jason was on vacation, that was the reason I was having a session with her.
I will be returning to the Bay Area and before I come back I will be contacting an attorney about whether I can “legally” record my sessions with my psychiatrist and if he states that is in fact legal you as government paid service providers will find me a psychiatrist that will allow it, then we will talk about Jack’s disorder…and your behavior.
Also when I return, since I have had people at will breaking into my room and storage, I will have about $1,000.00 to have Bay Alarm install a security system in whatever living accommodations that I decide to acquire, and if there is a problem with that, get around it, I will not put up with this “psychotic inducing” behavior of the “live in the moment, self-indulgent”, as my shrink put it, of those in the Bay Area and I refuse to work for the MOB or the SHADOW GOVERNMENT, unless they deliver what they have stolen or accidentally took from me and send me something I can use to calm myself down…HE MUST BE BREATHING, lol. (no blow up dolls)
I hope everyone here is seeing how aggravated Jack is getting with your behavior.
SOLUTIONS ARE SIMPLE.
You may think yours is to get Jack incarcerated and learn the ‘social structure’ of your corrupt social environment, but I have news for you all, you are liable to become the subject of some of the countries major news papers headlines and be center stage in the limelight. Also I have started a web page template with a lot of information in it about the subject matter of this letter, all of these things are safe and waiting for your next move.
I would highly advise you to get on with the get on. I have had my fill of your behavior and this silly ass fucking game you dickheads are playing. I am curious what the ADA, American with Disabilities Act, would say if I contacted them, I would bet it would not be the first time they have ever heard about this behavior.
I have told you dumb-ass dope-heads before to send someone with some common sense and a little money for dinner so we could go out a discuss options. Most of them show up in these hotel rooms, people like Cindi Russell and Mickey, coax you out to. I go out to hotels with dope head dickheads to get my “freak” on, not to talk about college and schooling.
Michigan has just legalized medical marijuana and if y’all don’t get your shit together I’ll start a pot farm up here at some of my friends houses and come out to Cali to get my medical attention and buy bikes to bring back and sell here for ‘mega’ profit, neither on are “trackable” money. And since my disorder is not ‘curable’, and my knee injury is not fixable, at this time in my life, I should have no problems fucking Social Security out if these benefits. I’ll give the bikes to my sister as “gifts” and she can sell them…legally I might add, and them she can buy me….uh, birthday and Christmas presents with the profits, lol.
I think the way the law states all I have to do is not be gone from the state of California for more than 28 days to keep my residency, should be quite easy to conform to that and come back here whenever I want since my dear parents are in such failing health. I’m sure the courts would be most sympathetic with my situation. And since it is all “legal” I could care less if you submit this letter as evidence in any impending court case “we” may have. We all sacrifice morals, this is where I DO NOT have a problem going to the other end of the “RIGHT AND WRONG” scale.
WHAT YOU ALL ARE FAILING TO HEAR AND SEE IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS COME UP AND TALK, AND BE SPECIFIC, ABOUT WHAT IT IS WE ARE TRYING TO ACCOMMPLISH.
I’M TRYING TO DEVELOP SOME KIND OF A MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE. I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO EXCEPT PISS ME THE FUCK OFF….AND YOU THINK I HAVE “TOURETTE’S”. THAT IS FUCKING HILARIOUS.
I AM VERY TIRED OF HEARING THE REDUNDANT STATEMENTS:
This has gotten to the point where I now believe I am developing SAD, Social Anxiety Disorder, where I DO NOT like even being around people, and it is not because I am cynical and paranoid, I just don’t like any of you people.
The funny thing is I don’t like fucking around with bikes anymore and my friends kid and his friends have fucked up three of the bikes and I do not have the money, time or patience to fix them so the frames, rims, and parts and all the spare parts I have are going to the recycler or to the dump. And believe me there is probably 60 ‘dropouts’….average price at a bike shop, $30 to $50, brake arms, about 15 sets of XT’s, $65 per set. No bike shops around here to give them to, and you think you are helping….want to pay for shipping, I’ll send them out to you, but have to pay for “handling” too, and I am expensive. << That is the “other” end of that right and wrong scale.
Let’s discuss the sex thing. While at my room at the Apollo Hotel, numerous people come over and had sex but I noticed them putting something in their mouths during oral sex and asked, “What are you doing?” They stated, “Oh, this will help you?” I don’t like anybody putting foreign substances on or in my body, unless they have a medical degree. Also numerous people during anal sex shoved some chemical in my rectal orifice and stated on their “implant”, “This will give him a psychotic episode.” Now I’m at the point were sex with anyone is out of the question unless I have restraints on them…or at least their hands.
Robert Charles Durham came over to my house and had sex with me. He was hiv+ and I made sure he was using protection. He had some ‘fire’ meth, and asked during sex, “Do you want to do a ‘booty bump’.” < (Shooting a shot of meth up your ass, since your anal track is sensitive and absorbs the drug extremely quick). Well Mr. Durham had shoot his own piss up my ass after he had torn my anal track to the point of a rupture and it was bleeding, that is how I got hiv.
All of this was from the planning of one Phillip Streigel, an ex-military individual, with an implant and ties to Jack Martin, a crooked cop in San Raphael, and ties to the MOB and the underground and I do believe also the LeVey Clan, whom started the Church of Satan in San Francisco in the 60’s.
Mike Fell came over to my room, at the Apollo Hotel, and stated, “I’m not leaving Jack, until you understood exactly what your was working with in San Francisco.”
One evening at the San Jose library, I was slightly agitated at Ms. Cindi Russell. Someone, obviously on her implant, asked what is he mad at now. Cindi stated, “Your not giving him what he wants.” She was correct.
Mike Fell Stated that with a “little adjustment” y’all would find me a boyfriend and a place to live at out in the avenues. Well if you would stop with the programming dope and bring some “fire” dope and some “killer” hooker to the table you would see a significant change in Jack and I will give you all the bikes you want, if you have an adequate inventory to work from, and a decent shop to work in. And I don’t mind people filming any sex as long as I feel ‘comfortable’ with my environment and the people in it, (it is a huge source of income on the internet).
Phillip Striegel stated once that ‘we’ will pay you $100,000.00 per year to build bikes and after ten years we will give you $1,000,000.00 to retire on. Josh in room #405 at the Apollo Hotel stated ‘they’ would set me a Non-Profit llc (limited liability corporation) as a ‘dba’ (doing business as). I asked Josh to come to my room, as I wanted to know some information about my future employers. When he came over I asked him for a copy of the “Mission Statement”, which lays out the reason for your tax exemption, or the reason you will be so beneficial to your community as to not pay taxes, a copy of the “Bylaws”, which are the guidelines that you must adhere to as to accomplish that mission statement and not lose your tax exemption status, and a list of the “Board of Directors”, the people to oversee that the bylaws are adhered to as to accomplish the mission statement and to make sure success is achieved, you know, that ‘thing’ I keep fucking up because I TRUST everyone.
REMEMBER PEOPLE I HAVE TOLD YOU NUMEROUS TIMES THIS IS TRUST ISSUE!!!!!!!!!
ALL OF THE DECISIONS THAT I MAKE OUR SOLELY MY RESPONSIBILTY, AND AFTER NUMEROUS FAILURES IN MY LIFE I WILL NOT FUCK THIS UP.
Funny thing here is that Josh was shocked when he said an “llc”, and I stated, “You mean a Limited Liability Corporation”. He said, “You know what one of them are?” We were walking out in the avenues. I told him then, “You people need to stop underestimating my intelligence.” It is a weapon I use against you all the time and you keep trying to pull the wool over my eyes and I am tired of your game playing.
Something else that I hope you notice is the ‘formatting’ of this letter, and you thought I didn’t know much about computers. If I launch your webpage I will turn most of these letters into “PowerPoint” displays on the internet and you should find them most impressive, with ‘hyperlinks’ to web pages associated with your behavior.
If I could trust one of you assholes to sell 50 of my bikes, which I cold build in about one week, to the Phillipinos and bring me back the profits off half of them I could pay off all my student loans and go back to school, but your probably one of them greedy bastards like the ones I worked for in the past.
I hope you don’t take offense at the language in this letter, if so, please take my sincere apology because I did not mean to offend, I just get extremely irritated when people don’t give you the information you need, especially when they have it at their disposal. It would make anyone leery as to their reasons to withhold such, especially when you are basing the success of your entire future of the rest of your life on it.
It is absolutely pathetic at what my life has come to, there I times when I think back on the effort I have put into trying so hard to be accepting of myself and the acceptance of others, especially in my immediate family, and the things I do for the good of others. People want to give me everything, except what I ask them for, which is minuscule compared to what they expect out of me. They always want to make promises and they never keep them. The friends I do have all tell me, “Jack you always do what you say you are going to do”, and you don’t, and you wonder why I can’t develop a relationship with anyone….WOW!!
The reason I act the way I do is because my character and integrity are ‘on the line’.
Character is a distinguishing mark or trait, that sets you apart from the rest.
Your word, or character, is the “only” thing you can’t have taken from you, you must willingly give it away…most people’s word is relatively cheap…mine is priceless.
Integrity is your ‘moral sense’, or your sense of right and wrong.
Keeping those two things in mind, stop for a second, kick in your common sense, and ask your self where someone like that would fit in today’s society……………..NOWHERE, STOP TRYING.
Look at the people in the “bowery’ in New York City, they are extremely intelligent and most wealthy and they live in abandon warehouse, I’ll bet they haven’t been seeing a shrink for 6 years.
Tom Stone, a well known professional photographer, from San Francisco took about 450 pictures of me in front of City Hall one day and I spoke to him about my bikes and living in San Francisco. The web address below, if typed into your address bar, will take you to the story he posted about me on his “FLICKER” page. What you need to pay attention to are the comments by the people who viewed the picture.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/stoneth/105474367/
By the way I do believe he sells pictures of me for about $800.00, someone else making money off Jack.
“Greed is the root of all evil”, “Thou shall not steal”, Thou shall not lie” and “Love thy neighbor” are things I think about everyday.
You steal from me. My psychiatrist tells me to start telling more lies. I have made others filthy rich on the promise that they would spread the wealth around , and it never happened, and last of all every time I try to “love” anything, like a job or my bikes, they are taken from me, or a person, they shove some psychotic inducing crystal chemical up my ass that gives me thoughts of suicide. And everybody tells me, “You need to quit saying ‘god damn it”.
Guess what, God forgives me because of Romans: Chapter 10, Verses 9 + 10. He knows it is the behavior of others that cause my anger and I am not taking it to anyone’s door but his, that is why I use his name in vain. But, let me add here that, repentance is not a license to sin. You on the other hand consistently steal, consistently lie, and do whatever you need to, morally or immorally, for the acquisition of money…Because you are GREEDY motherfuckers.
Josh (415-240-1148), the gentleman in room #405 at the Apollo Hotel, once took me to see a gentleman named Robert (415-286-4415) <(GOOD MEMORY, HUH?) at a mortuary in Pacifica. I do believe Ms. Julian Clark, the case manager at that Hotel Put me in touch with Josh through the ‘underground’, as she had stated that I may have “fucked it up” after Josh wanted to do some ‘crystal’ and get his freak on with me and it was some of your “programming” dope. Robert asked me at his mortuary “What do you want to do?”. I said I like to build bikes and he got a little pissed. I do believe what he wanted me to say is, “Oh, my life’s aspiration is to be a “cock fluffer” for the porn industry in the Bay Area. I really don’t know what he was pissed off at but he set me up with a date with Bijon Barber and Mr. Barber stated that if I made the ‘right’ decision I would ascend, hmmmm? I think he meant up the hierarchy of the Bay Area’s Underground.
After this is when Mr. Striegel offered me a retirement plan of one million dollars building bikes under this non-profit that Josh was going to set up, as I mentioned earlier in this letter. The problem, besides the ones aforementioned in this letter, was it was not to be paid for ten years, when I am 63 years old. That won’t work because I am better than you may think at building bikes, or anything for that matter, than any of you realize.
The house in the avenues with a garage, a goodlooking, big-dicked boy-toi (don’t want anything to possessive right out of the gate) with benefits. A substantial inventory of bike parts to work with, a guy named Bigfoot and a girl named Shannon should be able to put the bike parts thing together and Phillip Striegel should be able to set that up, or Mark Kramer aka: Pinhead, the speed dealer at the Little Orchard Shelter.
After one year you give me $50,000.00 in cash as a show of good faith, , and keep the other $50,000.00 to invest in my retirement, and we will consider that a “probationary” period after which you can make the decision to solidify the agreement. That agreement will be the agreed $100,000.00 per year and since ten years is such a long time and I don’t think I’ll make it that far, you will agree to pay $450,000.00 to me after a total of five years and we part company, as far as the agreement. If I fall in love with my boyfriend we will retire and fuck like rabbits…for ever and ever, lol. If your nice I may return to building bikes out of the goodness of my heart if my boyfriend helps me with this self-destructive anger issue I have, lmfao….boy he will have to built REALLY WELL, LMFAO.
YOU PEOPLE HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LIKE “TOOLS”, THE BIGGER THE BETTER, LOL
If not I will be out to clear up these warrants and give Jason my attorneys business card. Then I am going to buy three bikes and come back to Michigan and fix and sell them and start a Pot Farm. I have six here I can fix and sell, should be a good $4,000.00 in equity.
What do you think? As long as y’all don’t interfere and fuck it up should work just fine.
You ought to see the extremely impressive collection of semi-automatic weapons (shotguns and rifles) at my parents house. I never noticed “all” the “tools” that my father has to “fix problems”, he has welders, torches, power tools, hand tools and???????????????????????????
Something I wondered about, sitting here writing this is, I wonder, if I turned all this frustration into artistic expression…like on canvas, what would it look like. Probably rank right up there with the MONA LISA.
If any of you ever noticed the “quality” of the parts or moreso the performance of my bikes, you would be a fucking idiot to think I would want anything less in anything else in my life…remember what they said about my room, the SFHA. Keep that in mind when you idiots do something for me. It is not that I am arrogant…I deserve it.
Do you know why I won’t build bikes for you, or why I didn’t give you the bikes I sent to my friend John in Tennessee?
Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answers to.
My perception, you know that thing you changed, is that you DON”T deserve them. Remember when I use to build them and give them away…over 500 of them…don’t do that anymore. Do u no y?
Let’s talk about my friend John Schaub for a moment and his family. John is 32 years old and has been a very good friend of mine for about 15 years. He is married to a southern belle named Megan and has three children. A stepson named Fletcher, 15 years old, a daughter, Macey, 7 years old, and his youngest, Christian who is 6 years old. They have four dogs, a 30 acre ranch in middle Tennessee. Numereous toys to drive and play with: 20007 GMC Yukon Danali, 2003 Chevrolet Suburban, 2005 Toyota 4x4 Pickup, 1998 Jeep Wrangler, Polaris and Suzuki 4-wheelers, 250 YZ Yamaha, my 4 bicycles and a 650cc Joyner Dune Buggy…WOW. The county 7 miles to our west is Hickman County, largest methamphetamine producing county in the state…and I don’t even do it, but if I wanted to, boy I could get set up with some “FIRE”.
I don’t pay rent or utilities, nor do I pay for food. Cable T.V. and free run of just about all of it…except him and his wife’s sex toys, lol. When I left to come to Michigan they all ask are you coming back….well sure, for how long, I don’t know, my idiot shrink is trying to get me thrown in prison.
In the last month I have put brakes on their GMC, a lift kit and rear leaf springs on their sons Jeep and rebuilt the cylinder head, Bored the cylinders and put pistons in the 20hp riding lawnmower, A dog house on the front end of the Toyota and rebuilt my three bikes. Just brought another one up here to my destructive family. I gave my 20” Haro bike to my friend, Randall’s son. When I get back John wants me to rebuild the transmission in his Suburban, his wife blew out the 3 / 4 gear clutch pack.
I also do all the laundry, wash, dry, fold and put it away. Also clean the house, like my room, remember…it looked like a condo. Also mow the yard, prune the trees, by the way the yard is 3 acres.
We have bonfires every weekend and the oldest kid has friends over to par-tay. They respect me and consider me a friend and I have only known them a month. Can’t develop relationships…hmmm. If they were eighteen, with my income and talents and benefits, ooweeebaabee!!!!Good lookin’ football players.
We have a mutual respect for each other, unlike you dickheads, who have no respect for anyone but yourself…and that is debatable.
SOMEONE TOLD ME ONCE, A THERAPIST, THAT I SHOULD PUT MY FEELINGS IN WRITING ON PAPER AND SAID THEY WOULD MAKE ME FEEL BETTER…SHE’S RIGHT. CYA.
To whom it may concern:
10-30-2010
To whom it may concern:
This is to my, Jack Davis’, service providers in the city of San Francisco and the Bay Area…or as I will truthfully but humorously call “Camp Auschwitz”.
The “Conspiracy Theory” is well known and much talked about in the area of the country I am from. Me and a family member of mine have been studying tax laws and attending anti-tax seminars since the mid seventies. The “Conspiracy Theory” we have been studying and talking about for about 20 years. One of the first things I asked that dumb-ass shrink of mine was to talk about the ’drug culture’ and ’underground’ in your city, which would have, or should have covered, or at least included, your ’secret societies‘. I also told him, “I did not want to file for Social Security.” Since he advised it, I did and he stated in one of our sessions, he stated that he ’padded’ my diagnosis a little. My case went in front of the review board and I was granted my SSDI.
The bicycles, which you are all aware of, have been a tremendous help to me, and from what I can gather the drug users also, who told me there is no bike worth more than $60.00, I beg to differ, NOT JACK DAVIS’ BIKES, and the “Mexican” and “Asian” mob, since they send them overseas and make a fucking fortune on them. People have told me the Phillipinos finance their entire trip off one of my bikes…hmmm, sounds like a little more than $60.00 fuckin’’ dollars <<<<< oops, my Tourette’s Syndrome again, wonder where in the hell I got that at. Maybe from all of my former employers that got rich off my back.
Let’s put this all together now.
You put someone, like me, on SSI/SSDI then you put cameras in his room and see just how functional he is and whether or not he gets sucked into the vortex of iniquity and debauchery you call San Francisco, and I more accurately call the crown jewel of social mouse traps or “Camp Auschwitz”.
Then if he wants to enjoy some of the street candy in your city you give him some “pill dope” to program him to be more ‘conditioned’ to a San Francisco lifestyle…tolerant of the drug use and behavior of the more chronically addicted, at least until your ‘network’ incarcerates or eliminates them. You also make sure you have his email account info so you can block any possible sales to him of bicycles or whatever he may want to buy to make money off of, and isolate him from any sexual excitement that he might be able to generate off ‘Craigslist’ until you have isolated them so they become total dependant on you for anything they may want. Well that didn’t work on Jack so you started ripping everything off I owned until you thought I would “flash” on your asses and beat the fuck out of you and end up copping a charge and learning the “social structure” of your city…and you think I’m a failure. This behavior, on your part is a form of your “social conditioning” to achieve a humbling effect on your victims.
Now let’s explain the network…they are a bunch of convicted felons that have no benefits available to them because of their unsocial able behavior that got their asses incarcerated. So our government has offered them amnesty from prosecution for their indulgence in the street candy in your city for information they can get for the dossiers they are compiling on most of the citizens of our country. And they also give them clothing and pay cell phone bills and do numerous other things that they could not get otherwise.
Our government is well aware that their behavior is illegal so they have ‘teamed up’ with the mob for help in the more “touchy” situations.
Mike Fell had someone say on his ‘implant’, “get him away from them bikes.” It was either the mob because I wouldn’t build them for them or the government because I was drawing the attention of the mob and fuckin’ PISSINGF THEM OFF…..WELL FUCK UM, both of them.
Told you before all I wanted was some good drugs and a nice fat 10” cock attached to someone about my build….preferably about 10 years my junior, but not required. Mr. Shawn Hauppauge is nicely built but not quite what I was looking for, but his house is a fucking mess and I don’t live like that. The SFHA told me, when they came in to do an inspection, that my room looked like a condo…not a pig sty.
“You people”, you know, the people in the Bay Area trying to help Jack, can’t do a fucking thing right, and you wonder why I won’t do a fucking thing for you anymore. You have had six fucking years to do something …and you keep saying, “This time don’t fuck this up.” What? Just bring the big dicked hooker over with a half gram of something “fire” and I’ll pay you whatever and then get the fuck out of my sight. You on the other hand can bring over about $400.00 to $700.00 and I’ll sell you a bike. GOT IT.
See “The Old World Order” is file for SSDI, get approved, set in your house and generate some cash income, hire a hooker, do some dope and be happy, “The New World Order” is file for SSDI, get approved by your crooked shrinks bullshit diagnosis, then get hooked on dope (meth, heroin), tied in a warehouse, either turning tricks, or in this scenario, building bikes, then end up with a plastic bag over your head with a ’rig’ of dope hanging out of your arm and the cops tell your next of kin that it was a sex scene gone bad, when in actuality it is a MURDER. Perfect way for our government to get people off SSI.
Tell UNCLE SAM that if he wants to do anything for Jack he can tell this crooked ass judge in St. Joe, Michigan, you know the one that took my license for life, that Jack has ceased drinking, for the last 5 years, and I would like to have my driving privileges back. And tell that idiot fucking shrink of mine, Jason Blantz, and that bytch of a case manager, Julian Clark, at the Apollo Hotel, that because of all the “crystal chemical” they were putting in my food, that I had to throw away, because I thought they were trying to poison me, and the bike parts the thieving’ bastards were stealing out of my room, is why I can’t pay any of these bullshit fines for “infractions”, which have turned into felony warrants. . If not you and UNCLE SAM can wait about 2 years and I will do this myself and then I may be able to get on with going to college and getting housing.
You know that the orthopedic surgeons at San Francisco General Hospital gave me 800mg MOTRIN for the pain in my leg and said to take one every six hours…Hey dickhead!!!! Do you know that that much of that shit, over the course of two months, will do serious and permanent damage to your liver. A doctor online to stop taking them immediately. The reason I ride my bike is so my legs don’t hurt, the pain after walking for about 3 to 5 blocks is extremely intense. Every time I ask that moron shrink about pain meds he says, “We’ll talk about it”. Still don’t have any. But one day in his office, after a good dose of “pill dope” from his homeless pharmacists on the street he said, “Jack how’s your legs been feeling“… Why so you know what kind of meds to give me in San Quentin?
The funny thing here is the letter I sent to Laura Salazar had a letter also enclosed in it that I was going to send to my shrink. The letter sent to my shrink, Jason, I addressed to the correct street number but not the correct street, so the letter was sent back to me. Since both letter were mailed the same day, in identical envelopes, and sent ‘certified’ mail with return receipt requested, I should have no problem proving that you did in fact get the letter. And the proof is the returned receipt and Jason’s returned letter.
About three years ago I asked my psychiatrist’s executive director if I could tape our sessions. The reason was to make a point. I stated what was funny about our society and laws, was that being based on a Christian religion, we have a law against stealing and not one against lying. The “good book” tells us both are morally wrong, “thou shall not steal” and “thou shall not lie”. She stated that one would be hard to prove. At that moment I pulled a voice-activated mini tape recorder out of my pocket and stated, “No it isn’t…see”. With a stark look of surprise on her face she stated that I COULD NOT record our sessions. I stated to her that the only reason she would not let me was if she was going to lie to me. She got very frustrated and ended the session. By the way, Jason was on vacation, that was the reason I was having a session with her.
I will be returning to the Bay Area and before I come back I will be contacting an attorney about whether I can “legally” record my sessions with my psychiatrist and if he states that is in fact legal you as government paid service providers will find me a psychiatrist that will allow it, then we will talk about Jack’s disorder…and your behavior.
Also when I return, since I have had people at will breaking into my room and storage, I will have about $1,000.00 to have Bay Alarm install a security system in whatever living accommodations that I decide to acquire, and if there is a problem with that, get around it, I will not put up with this “psychotic inducing” behavior of the “live in the moment, self-indulgent”, as my shrink put it, of those in the Bay Area and I refuse to work for the MOB or the SHADOW GOVERNMENT, unless they deliver what they have stolen or accidentally took from me and send me something I can use to calm myself down…HE MUST BE BREATHING, lol. (no blow up dolls)
I hope everyone here is seeing how aggravated Jack is getting with your behavior.
SOLUTIONS ARE SIMPLE.
You may think yours is to get Jack incarcerated and learn the ‘social structure’ of your corrupt social environment, but I have news for you all, you are liable to become the subject of some of the countries major news papers headlines and be center stage in the limelight. Also I have started a web page template with a lot of information in it about the subject matter of this letter, all of these things are safe and waiting for your next move.
I would highly advise you to get on with the get on. I have had my fill of your behavior and this silly ass fucking game you dickheads are playing. I am curious what the ADA, American with Disabilities Act, would say if I contacted them, I would bet it would not be the first time they have ever heard about this behavior.
I have told you dumb-ass dope-heads before to send someone with some common sense and a little money for dinner so we could go out a discuss options. Most of them show up in these hotel rooms, people like Cindi Russell and Mickey, coax you out to. I go out to hotels with dope head dickheads to get my “freak” on, not to talk about college and schooling.
Michigan has just legalized medical marijuana and if y’all don’t get your shit together I’ll start a pot farm up here at some of my friends houses and come out to Cali to get my medical attention and buy bikes to bring back and sell here for ‘mega’ profit, neither on are “trackable” money. And since my disorder is not ‘curable’, and my knee injury is not fixable, at this time in my life, I should have no problems fucking Social Security out if these benefits. I’ll give the bikes to my sister as “gifts” and she can sell them…legally I might add, and them she can buy me….uh, birthday and Christmas presents with the profits, lol.
I think the way the law states all I have to do is not be gone from the state of California for more than 28 days to keep my residency, should be quite easy to conform to that and come back here whenever I want since my dear parents are in such failing health. I’m sure the courts would be most sympathetic with my situation. And since it is all “legal” I could care less if you submit this letter as evidence in any impending court case “we” may have. We all sacrifice morals, this is where I DO NOT have a problem going to the other end of the “RIGHT AND WRONG” scale.
WHAT YOU ALL ARE FAILING TO HEAR AND SEE IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS COME UP AND TALK, AND BE SPECIFIC, ABOUT WHAT IT IS WE ARE TRYING TO ACCOMMPLISH.
I’M TRYING TO DEVELOP SOME KIND OF A MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE. I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO EXCEPT PISS ME THE FUCK OFF….AND YOU THINK I HAVE “TOURETTE’S”. THAT IS FUCKING HILARIOUS.
I AM VERY TIRED OF HEARING THE REDUNDANT STATEMENTS:
“OH JACK, I CAN ASSURE YOU THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE TRYING TO HELP YOU”
AND
“JACK TRY DOING THINGS DIFFERENT THIS TIME”
Doing things different, hmmmm?
How’s about if I start writing right-handed, talking ‘pig-Latin’, eating pussy instead of sucking dicks, dressing in women’s clothes, drinking alcohol instead of abstinence and last of all…instead of VODKA, drink WHISKEY. Would that make you happy…I DOUBT IT!
BE SPECIFIC ASSHOLES.
AND
“JACK DON’T FUCK THIS UP THIS TIME”.
AND MY SHIT GETTING STOLEN AND FUCKED UP IS TO THE ABSOLUTE LIMITS OF MY TOLERANCE LEVEL ALSO
This has gotten to the point where I now believe I am developing SAD, Social Anxiety Disorder, where I DO NOT like even being around people, and it is not because I am cynical and paranoid, I just don’t like any of you people.
The funny thing is I don’t like fucking around with bikes anymore and my friends kid and his friends have fucked up three of the bikes and I do not have the money, time or patience to fix them so the frames, rims, and parts and all the spare parts I have are going to the recycler or to the dump. And believe me there is probably 60 ‘dropouts’….average price at a bike shop, $30 to $50, brake arms, about 15 sets of XT’s, $65 per set. No bike shops around here to give them to, and you think you are helping….want to pay for shipping, I’ll send them out to you, but have to pay for “handling” too, and I am expensive. << That is the “other” end of that right and wrong scale.
Let’s discuss the sex thing. While at my room at the Apollo Hotel, numerous people come over and had sex but I noticed them putting something in their mouths during oral sex and asked, “What are you doing?” They stated, “Oh, this will help you?” I don’t like anybody putting foreign substances on or in my body, unless they have a medical degree. Also numerous people during anal sex shoved some chemical in my rectal orifice and stated on their “implant”, “This will give him a psychotic episode.” Now I’m at the point were sex with anyone is out of the question unless I have restraints on them…or at least their hands.
WOW!!!! Real fuckin’ helpful.
Robert Charles Durham came over to my house and had sex with me. He was hiv+ and I made sure he was using protection. He had some ‘fire’ meth, and asked during sex, “Do you want to do a ‘booty bump’.” < (Shooting a shot of meth up your ass, since your anal track is sensitive and absorbs the drug extremely quick). Well Mr. Durham had shoot his own piss up my ass after he had torn my anal track to the point of a rupture and it was bleeding, that is how I got hiv.
WOW!!!! Real fuckin’ helpful.
All of this was from the planning of one Phillip Streigel, an ex-military individual, with an implant and ties to Jack Martin, a crooked cop in San Raphael, and ties to the MOB and the underground and I do believe also the LeVey Clan, whom started the Church of Satan in San Francisco in the 60’s.
Mike Fell came over to my room, at the Apollo Hotel, and stated, “I’m not leaving Jack, until you understood exactly what your was working with in San Francisco.”
Are you beginning to realize just what you are working with here too?
One evening at the San Jose library, I was slightly agitated at Ms. Cindi Russell. Someone, obviously on her implant, asked what is he mad at now. Cindi stated, “Your not giving him what he wants.” She was correct.
Mike Fell Stated that with a “little adjustment” y’all would find me a boyfriend and a place to live at out in the avenues. Well if you would stop with the programming dope and bring some “fire” dope and some “killer” hooker to the table you would see a significant change in Jack and I will give you all the bikes you want, if you have an adequate inventory to work from, and a decent shop to work in. And I don’t mind people filming any sex as long as I feel ‘comfortable’ with my environment and the people in it, (it is a huge source of income on the internet).
Phillip Striegel stated once that ‘we’ will pay you $100,000.00 per year to build bikes and after ten years we will give you $1,000,000.00 to retire on. Josh in room #405 at the Apollo Hotel stated ‘they’ would set me a Non-Profit llc (limited liability corporation) as a ‘dba’ (doing business as). I asked Josh to come to my room, as I wanted to know some information about my future employers. When he came over I asked him for a copy of the “Mission Statement”, which lays out the reason for your tax exemption, or the reason you will be so beneficial to your community as to not pay taxes, a copy of the “Bylaws”, which are the guidelines that you must adhere to as to accomplish that mission statement and not lose your tax exemption status, and a list of the “Board of Directors”, the people to oversee that the bylaws are adhered to as to accomplish the mission statement and to make sure success is achieved, you know, that ‘thing’ I keep fucking up because I TRUST everyone.
REMEMBER PEOPLE I HAVE TOLD YOU NUMEROUS TIMES THIS IS TRUST ISSUE!!!!!!!!!
ALL OF THE DECISIONS THAT I MAKE OUR SOLELY MY RESPONSIBILTY, AND AFTER NUMEROUS FAILURES IN MY LIFE I WILL NOT FUCK THIS UP.
Funny thing here is that Josh was shocked when he said an “llc”, and I stated, “You mean a Limited Liability Corporation”. He said, “You know what one of them are?” We were walking out in the avenues. I told him then, “You people need to stop underestimating my intelligence.” It is a weapon I use against you all the time and you keep trying to pull the wool over my eyes and I am tired of your game playing.
Something else that I hope you notice is the ‘formatting’ of this letter, and you thought I didn’t know much about computers. If I launch your webpage I will turn most of these letters into “PowerPoint” displays on the internet and you should find them most impressive, with ‘hyperlinks’ to web pages associated with your behavior.
If I could trust one of you assholes to sell 50 of my bikes, which I cold build in about one week, to the Phillipinos and bring me back the profits off half of them I could pay off all my student loans and go back to school, but your probably one of them greedy bastards like the ones I worked for in the past.
I hope you don’t take offense at the language in this letter, if so, please take my sincere apology because I did not mean to offend, I just get extremely irritated when people don’t give you the information you need, especially when they have it at their disposal. It would make anyone leery as to their reasons to withhold such, especially when you are basing the success of your entire future of the rest of your life on it.
It is absolutely pathetic at what my life has come to, there I times when I think back on the effort I have put into trying so hard to be accepting of myself and the acceptance of others, especially in my immediate family, and the things I do for the good of others. People want to give me everything, except what I ask them for, which is minuscule compared to what they expect out of me. They always want to make promises and they never keep them. The friends I do have all tell me, “Jack you always do what you say you are going to do”, and you don’t, and you wonder why I can’t develop a relationship with anyone….WOW!!
The reason I act the way I do is because my character and integrity are ‘on the line’.
Character is a distinguishing mark or trait, that sets you apart from the rest.
Your word, or character, is the “only” thing you can’t have taken from you, you must willingly give it away…most people’s word is relatively cheap…mine is priceless.
Integrity is your ‘moral sense’, or your sense of right and wrong.
Keeping those two things in mind, stop for a second, kick in your common sense, and ask your self where someone like that would fit in today’s society……………..NOWHERE, STOP TRYING.
Look at the people in the “bowery’ in New York City, they are extremely intelligent and most wealthy and they live in abandon warehouse, I’ll bet they haven’t been seeing a shrink for 6 years.
Tom Stone, a well known professional photographer, from San Francisco took about 450 pictures of me in front of City Hall one day and I spoke to him about my bikes and living in San Francisco. The web address below, if typed into your address bar, will take you to the story he posted about me on his “FLICKER” page. What you need to pay attention to are the comments by the people who viewed the picture.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/stoneth/105474367/
By the way I do believe he sells pictures of me for about $800.00, someone else making money off Jack.
“Greed is the root of all evil”, “Thou shall not steal”, Thou shall not lie” and “Love thy neighbor” are things I think about everyday.
You steal from me. My psychiatrist tells me to start telling more lies. I have made others filthy rich on the promise that they would spread the wealth around , and it never happened, and last of all every time I try to “love” anything, like a job or my bikes, they are taken from me, or a person, they shove some psychotic inducing crystal chemical up my ass that gives me thoughts of suicide. And everybody tells me, “You need to quit saying ‘god damn it”.
Guess what, God forgives me because of Romans: Chapter 10, Verses 9 + 10. He knows it is the behavior of others that cause my anger and I am not taking it to anyone’s door but his, that is why I use his name in vain. But, let me add here that, repentance is not a license to sin. You on the other hand consistently steal, consistently lie, and do whatever you need to, morally or immorally, for the acquisition of money…Because you are GREEDY motherfuckers.
THANKS FOR THE HELP,
GEEZ I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WOULD HAVE DONE WITHOUT YOU…
I’LL BET I WOULD BE EMPLOYED AND WOULDN’T HAVE HIV
Josh (415-240-1148), the gentleman in room #405 at the Apollo Hotel, once took me to see a gentleman named Robert (415-286-4415) <(GOOD MEMORY, HUH?) at a mortuary in Pacifica. I do believe Ms. Julian Clark, the case manager at that Hotel Put me in touch with Josh through the ‘underground’, as she had stated that I may have “fucked it up” after Josh wanted to do some ‘crystal’ and get his freak on with me and it was some of your “programming” dope. Robert asked me at his mortuary “What do you want to do?”. I said I like to build bikes and he got a little pissed. I do believe what he wanted me to say is, “Oh, my life’s aspiration is to be a “cock fluffer” for the porn industry in the Bay Area. I really don’t know what he was pissed off at but he set me up with a date with Bijon Barber and Mr. Barber stated that if I made the ‘right’ decision I would ascend, hmmmm? I think he meant up the hierarchy of the Bay Area’s Underground.
After this is when Mr. Striegel offered me a retirement plan of one million dollars building bikes under this non-profit that Josh was going to set up, as I mentioned earlier in this letter. The problem, besides the ones aforementioned in this letter, was it was not to be paid for ten years, when I am 63 years old. That won’t work because I am better than you may think at building bikes, or anything for that matter, than any of you realize.
HERE IS THE “DEAL” I HAVE FOR THE BAY AREA
The house in the avenues with a garage, a goodlooking, big-dicked boy-toi (don’t want anything to possessive right out of the gate) with benefits. A substantial inventory of bike parts to work with, a guy named Bigfoot and a girl named Shannon should be able to put the bike parts thing together and Phillip Striegel should be able to set that up, or Mark Kramer aka: Pinhead, the speed dealer at the Little Orchard Shelter.
After one year you give me $50,000.00 in cash as a show of good faith, , and keep the other $50,000.00 to invest in my retirement, and we will consider that a “probationary” period after which you can make the decision to solidify the agreement. That agreement will be the agreed $100,000.00 per year and since ten years is such a long time and I don’t think I’ll make it that far, you will agree to pay $450,000.00 to me after a total of five years and we part company, as far as the agreement. If I fall in love with my boyfriend we will retire and fuck like rabbits…for ever and ever, lol. If your nice I may return to building bikes out of the goodness of my heart if my boyfriend helps me with this self-destructive anger issue I have, lmfao….boy he will have to built REALLY WELL, LMFAO.
YOU PEOPLE HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LIKE “TOOLS”, THE BIGGER THE BETTER, LOL
WOW!! I’M GETTING EXCITED, LOL.
If not I will be out to clear up these warrants and give Jason my attorneys business card. Then I am going to buy three bikes and come back to Michigan and fix and sell them and start a Pot Farm. I have six here I can fix and sell, should be a good $4,000.00 in equity.
What do you think? As long as y’all don’t interfere and fuck it up should work just fine.
You ought to see the extremely impressive collection of semi-automatic weapons (shotguns and rifles) at my parents house. I never noticed “all” the “tools” that my father has to “fix problems”, he has welders, torches, power tools, hand tools and???????????????????????????
Something I wondered about, sitting here writing this is, I wonder, if I turned all this frustration into artistic expression…like on canvas, what would it look like. Probably rank right up there with the MONA LISA.
If any of you ever noticed the “quality” of the parts or moreso the performance of my bikes, you would be a fucking idiot to think I would want anything less in anything else in my life…remember what they said about my room, the SFHA. Keep that in mind when you idiots do something for me. It is not that I am arrogant…I deserve it.
Do you know why I won’t build bikes for you, or why I didn’t give you the bikes I sent to my friend John in Tennessee?
Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answers to.
My perception, you know that thing you changed, is that you DON”T deserve them. Remember when I use to build them and give them away…over 500 of them…don’t do that anymore. Do u no y?
Let’s talk about my friend John Schaub for a moment and his family. John is 32 years old and has been a very good friend of mine for about 15 years. He is married to a southern belle named Megan and has three children. A stepson named Fletcher, 15 years old, a daughter, Macey, 7 years old, and his youngest, Christian who is 6 years old. They have four dogs, a 30 acre ranch in middle Tennessee. Numereous toys to drive and play with: 20007 GMC Yukon Danali, 2003 Chevrolet Suburban, 2005 Toyota 4x4 Pickup, 1998 Jeep Wrangler, Polaris and Suzuki 4-wheelers, 250 YZ Yamaha, my 4 bicycles and a 650cc Joyner Dune Buggy…WOW. The county 7 miles to our west is Hickman County, largest methamphetamine producing county in the state…and I don’t even do it, but if I wanted to, boy I could get set up with some “FIRE”.
I don’t pay rent or utilities, nor do I pay for food. Cable T.V. and free run of just about all of it…except him and his wife’s sex toys, lol. When I left to come to Michigan they all ask are you coming back….well sure, for how long, I don’t know, my idiot shrink is trying to get me thrown in prison.
In the last month I have put brakes on their GMC, a lift kit and rear leaf springs on their sons Jeep and rebuilt the cylinder head, Bored the cylinders and put pistons in the 20hp riding lawnmower, A dog house on the front end of the Toyota and rebuilt my three bikes. Just brought another one up here to my destructive family. I gave my 20” Haro bike to my friend, Randall’s son. When I get back John wants me to rebuild the transmission in his Suburban, his wife blew out the 3 / 4 gear clutch pack.
I also do all the laundry, wash, dry, fold and put it away. Also clean the house, like my room, remember…it looked like a condo. Also mow the yard, prune the trees, by the way the yard is 3 acres.
We have bonfires every weekend and the oldest kid has friends over to par-tay. They respect me and consider me a friend and I have only known them a month. Can’t develop relationships…hmmm. If they were eighteen, with my income and talents and benefits, ooweeebaabee!!!!Good lookin’ football players.
We have a mutual respect for each other, unlike you dickheads, who have no respect for anyone but yourself…and that is debatable.
SOMEONE TOLD ME ONCE, A THERAPIST, THAT I SHOULD PUT MY FEELINGS IN WRITING ON PAPER AND SAID THEY WOULD MAKE ME FEEL BETTER…SHE’S RIGHT. CYA.
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