Friday, September 6, 2024

I'm completely over-powered. Military robotics, made by Pratt & Whitney, known terrorists, and terrorist suspects are piled on me. They transport onto my body. Some of the Robot-things are held onto me, by dirty systems. They're running disconnected controls on the robots, from en cloak automobiles, to throw me around, drag me, over-power me, and run me into things. The dirty, nuclear weapons are running on me, connected to a computer system running a variable script that was programmed by the U.S. Navy in Annapolis. A U.S. Navy nerve system is hiding me, under them. Some U.S. Marine Corps weapons lock them, onto my back, and hold my spine, taut. A U.S. Navy system attaches people and objects to my mucus membranes. I'm scaled, larger, by as much as 40%. The 'gateway problem' puts mucus-soft tissue, on my brain, and has to be blocked, to prevent them from creating brain dysfunction.

Yesterday morning, I got up at about 7:00 A.M. I heard the terrorist chatter blaring, through the house. Someone yelled that I was putting my shoes on, then leaving. When I opened my bedroom door, the guy on the couch in the living room lurched forward, aggressively, towards me, and yelled that I had to get out of his house and other threats. I walked around, through the kitchen, yelling that my teams, assigned, had to get their personal ID tag numbers because they were threatening me. I stood next to the couch, about four feet away, and he yelled at me. I told him, again, that to evict me, he needs to go to Court. They "pushed-out" and the terrorists tried to take over my voice, again, using the Robot-things that are in my throat and have military lines.

I think that he's not who we've paid rent to. We've paid rent to more than one guy, every month. I asked my Court-granted PROXY to contact the police and the Courts and report that people visible, out-of-cloak, in the house where I rent a room, were hostile, aggressive, and threatening me. I fear for my safety.

The prior day, I had taken the hand-written, eviction, notice down. My U.S. Army assigned Sam Hithye, retired, took scans of it. I went the Multnomah County Courthouse and they confirmed that the landlord has to post a summons to evict me. The housing arrangement was made, and approved, by an U.S. Army Court. I'm assigned, to live there. To go live in the house that Sam Hithye bought for us, I need a key.

I don't feel well. The abuse, torment, and rail-roading are getting to me. Yesterday, I sat, in coffeehouses, all day, trying to stay conscious. The nuclear weapons, dirty from sex-comms, being used to rape me, shut-down my brain.

The U.S. Air Force may still be completely out of control. They are planning to do, in a year, what they could do, in a month. We need military support from our allies to bomb their loose aircraft. They've got to stop the delinquent aircraft from re-fueling and taking off!

It was too hostile for me to go to a grocery store. I went into the Walgreens, to buy club soda and cigarettes, and was, again, attacked by terrorists that were en cloak. A U.S. Marine Corps' weapon, en cloak, fired on me, unauthorized.

I went to the bar, around the corner from the house where I rent a room, and had fish & chips and a Scotch egg. What a treat! The terrorists, again, brutally attacked while I ate.

Then, I went home. It was about 9:30 P.M. Nothing, in my room, had been moved. There wasn't a new notice, on my door. I used the bathroom, then lied down, on my bedroom floor. The U.S. Army medic, assigned, gave me pain medication and nuclear radiation medicine. I slept, through the night, and got up at about 8:00 A.M., this morning. There wasn't a new notice, on my door.

I went into the kitchen cupboard, without turning the kitchen light on, and got snacks, to take with me. The human traffickers blared through the lineboxes about how many packs of cracker sandwiches and fruit pouches I have left. I refused to comply with their demand that I look in the fridge to see that my food had been stolen. I walked to the cafe, around the corner, for coffee and breakfast. Then, I walked to another coffeehouse that's close-by and air-conditioned,, to sit, for a while.

I want to go to Sheridan's, to get a yellow nectarine. We think that the Maryhill peaches won't be ripe, for several weeks. Today, I don't think that I'll make it neither there, nor to the UPS Store.

I want to go to Portland State University, to get a 2nd Bachelor's degree. All of the wire transfers and deposits sent to my checking accounts, at Key Bank and U.S. Bank, have been lost, or, stolen. The total amount lost is almost $200,000 USD. My U.S. Direct Express DEBIT card gets a forced declined. Nobody has made direct contact. I'm held, by human traffickers, against my will, off floor, on sub-level 3.9. I want to look over the application and choice of majors. They're on a quarter-semester schedule.

The fascists, and, my rapists, "Daigle," are coming down. The hackers are coming down. Please, keep fighting for our Freedoms and Rights. Don't let them stop us! May we live and die free!