Friday, September 20, 2024

09:37

Last night, I walked to the 24-hour (maybe the only 24-hour place, left) gas station. I got a big bag of Buffalo Bleu Cheese Combos, a banana Moon Pie, and a 32-oz. Diet Pepsi. I sat outside, on a bench, and ate that, for dinner. I walked down the street, sat outside, at a picnic table, and smoked cigarettes, for a while. The chains were help up.

I slept, for about 6+ hours, straight.

This morning, I think some kind of Canadian military aircraft flew over, too low, firing some kind of scan. It was torture! It lasted about an hour. The Canadian, dirty, nuclear, weapon, and, dirty, nuclear, weapons tied to the "gateway" problem are firing the fraudulent, "nerve experiment" on my brain, again. It is torture.

Terrorist cells, in the area, are trying to re-surge and take control away from the legitimate military. I'm going to have to stay in the same section, of neighborhood, to not, inadvertently, pull chains wrong.

This morning, by web form and E-mail, I requested meetings with Mayor Ted Wheeler and Portland City Commissioners, separately. My primary message, sent with the request, was:

I'm a Political Prisoner of the United States of America. I'm a born U.S. citizen. I never enlisted. I'm under counter-terrorism watch. I'm without direct contact. My bank accounts won't post deposits. I'm being railroaded. I've been displaced and am homeless. I need Emergency Relief funds, immediately. My Court-granted PROXY can reimburse the City, from an account that I'm denied direct access to. Law enforcement refuses aid. I don't have a working phone. My communication methods are controlled by threats. I'd like to meet, in person.

There's a big rally that Sam Hithye deserves for me to buy him a Corvette has re-surged. Again, the chevrolet.com web site doesn't work, quite right, for me. The E-Ray has an electric engine that runs on the front wheels. "Engaging Stealth mode allows you to drive using only electric power for 3-4 miles up to speeds of 45 mph." I haven't found the color choices, yet. We have to find covered parking, to store it.

I'm going to write letters to the Canadian Embassy, Dept. of State, NSA, F.B.I., etc., to update them, on my circumstances, including that I, currently, can't check for postal mail addressed to me. I'm held, too far, north, on around sub-level 3.9, to enter the house. Mail should, normally, be delivered on around sub-level 3.4. Since last April, some of the mail addressed to me has been returned to sender, some has been stolen, and some I've received. Current, I haven't received any personal mail, nor, replies to any correspondence that I've sent.

I have to go to the bank, today. I don't have enough money, in my account held by U.S. Bank, to last until Monday. I want to go to bakery that's down the street to send Crown Challah with Raisins (Traditional crown shape for Rosh Hashanah. Soft, tender crust and crumb. Rich and mildly sweet made with plump organic red flame raisins.) as gifts. Happy Rosh Hashonnah!

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17:42

"Redemption Song", by Bob Marley and the Wailers

Lyrics

Old pirates, yes, they rob I

Sold I to the merchant ships

Minutes after they took I from the bottomless pit

But my hand was made strong by the hand of the Almighty

We forward in this generation

Triumphantly

Won't you help to sing

These songs of freedom?

'Cause all I ever have

Redemption songs

Redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery

None but ourselves can free our minds

Have no fear for atomic energy

'Cause none of them can stop the time

How long shall they kill our prophets

While we stand aside and look? Ooh!

Some say it's just a part of it

We've got to fulfill the book

Won't you help to sing

These songs of freedom?

'Cause all I ever have

Redemption songs

Redemption songs

Redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery

None but ourselves can free our mind

Whoa, I've no fear for atomic energy

'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time

How long shall they kill our prophets

While we stand aside and look?

Yes, some say it's just a part of it

We've got to fulfill the book

Won't you help to sing

These songs of freedom?

'Cause all I ever had

Redemption songs

All I ever had

Redemption songs

These songs of freedom

Songs of freedom

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Bob Marley

Redemption Song lyrics © Fifty Six Hope Road Music Ltd., Blackwell Fuller Music Publishing Llc

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The bakery, down the street, might still have a "gateway" problem. I ordered a bowl of soup. They had 1 cup, left. It was before 1:00 P.M.! What in the heck? I'm trying not to be paranoid, but these fascists say that they're in control of everything, and, take revenge against us like the mafia. It was only like $1 more, for a bowl. I've heard some lady, on a weapon line, saying that a cup should be enough for me, since I first moved to Portland, in 2004. There was 1 spoon left, in the bin labeled, "SOUP SPOONS." It was a tea spoon. Why does that keep repeating? "Ha-ha, you took the last one!" The fascist over-throwers are turning horror movies into reality? They're trying to drive us to suicide!

The special Challah bread, for Rosh Hashonna, has to be pre-ordered, for Oct. 2nd & 3rd.

“If you assume that there is an instinct for freedom, there are opportunities to change things, there’s a chance you may contribute to making a better world. The choice is yours.” — Noam Chomsky

I went to the U.S. Bank branch. No deposits have posted to my account. The same bank teller heard a comm. (I kind of felt it, again, through the air, behind the tellers, from the ceiling), then walked away while I was speaking, stared at me and molested her breasts with both hands, then came back to the window and stated that she would get the manager. I said that I didn't ask for the manager. There's no notice, of a security breach, or, problem with my account, in their computer, they said. A "Bank Manager" came out to the lobby and was aggressive to answer my questions. She interrupted me, again, every time that I spoke. The "lost" deposits have been reported. What did she want me to ask?

It's been a full moon and Halloween is approaching.

I went by the UPS Store. They said that they didn't have any packages for me.

I just ate a day-old croissant. I don't have enough money, to eat. I'm hungry and thirsty.

We won't offer children up. We won't accept unfounded, nuclear, experimentation on living, human beings. We won't give up our Country. God, help us all.

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