WARNING-Please read the LURE WARNING/S Above Here 1st

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MK-ULTRA/BHS, etc. Feb. 2020

Feb. 8 (and 14th, s.o.s*** &, 2020, apparently the brain-har***ters don’t want me to be being able to get to the libraries so I can try to get through to anyone about this coming TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION their system is forcing onto the earth, I’ve just barely gotten to here today and that’s just because I’d neglected to check on some book last time I’d been here, there’s some ill “sleeping sickness” that I’d just read Gottlieb’s similar-type Donald Ewan Cameron had specialized in, and his is the type I see around the area that that room I’m in and can’t yet get out of is in, etc. https colon ://en dot .wikipedia dot .org slash /wiki/Project_ARTICHOKE — (check the Bluebird, etc.) Check Behind Open Doors, Ingrid MacLean — what I’m looking for is that Allen Dulles had learned of the “LSD” through Hofmann’s work in Basel while Dulles had been in Berne for a long time, WWII, that in that way the system LURED and provoked the U.S. to pay for the research on how to make the ergot into the “good” stuff, the serotonin high. That might have become what all the then 5HT -type lab work’s been about. Then I’m also trying to look into the 2 British doctors Michael Hollingshead and John Beresford, then checking that Millbrook estate I notice it’s half an hour from the Greenhaven prison like backyard to the fraud-family.

http colon :// motherlode dot . tv slash /bostonrock/chapter7 dot .html

I think this is the full text of the man who turned on the world about hollingshead, who has a daughter named victoria i think, and there’s a new biography that looks like it’s 2019, Divine Rascal, about him too now: http colon ://www dot .psychedelic-library dot .org/holl1 dot .htm

My thought is that maybe he looks similar to Abscam’s Mel Weinberg’s younger years. Haven’t heard from anybody, can barely stay awake to get to a library or do necessities. Time to leave this place now. Maybe Hollingshead and Leary and Ginsberg are all meeting up pre-Bronx French Connection. Previously jotteds:

“French Connection” photo from the 1969 Robin Moore account. Continue reading

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Help me to get to Arizona for exorcism, & witness protection


This isn’t me but I’ve been trying all year to get the photograph-set of me that was used for a rehearsal then for the tricked-photograph taken 2 or 3 days later, back in 1960/maybe 1959 and I have to give up waiting and just found this example as a substitute, the little girl learning to smile for a camera, session I’d been through to


page found in a 1975 Compton’s Encyclopedia — 0119-001

try to show that I hadn’t been any crosseyed until after all this invisible and unprovable “magic” had started getting all over and including me in their quest for brains to procure for their getting high and “limitlessly intelligent” and owning the world off of. The way that this tricked-photo turned out you can’t see that my eyes are normal and straight, so I could really use the set taken just the few days before this business was pulled onto poor little me.

the photo credit is YMHA Nursery School


Detroit Industry murals, lower-right south wall, paper held by Wm. R. Valentiner, the art director, then rotated to up and down.



== just below there on that 4th line.

The whole thing reads: These frescoes:

painted between July 25. 1932 and March 13. 1933 while Doctor William R. Valentiner was “Direc”=

tor of the Art Institute are the gift to the City of Detroit of (Mr.) Edsel B. Ford, President of the Art commission.

close-up of how he wrote what’s presumable “director,” hyphenated I guess:

— Kathy’s point is that that presumable Direc=tor actually looks like a sneaky way of writing Siber (-) and Core maybe, maybe “tor,” Siber-tor, for all I can guess how the system thinks about itself and then back then, in 1932, when they’d believed they’d be running the earth from space or Mars soon. I included where just above there he’d written the Doctor of his own name and the “D” there doesn’t look like the “S” of what I’m saying is sneaked-reference to

part two of the hyphenated presumable “director.”

the Siberia where the system’s long-time been sitting around conducting this Armageddon from, back from the invasion from the New World days before even the so-called Trojan “war,” probably. (Really I figure the “jan” part was the Siberian-area friend-buddy of the invaders, and the normal people wanted to throw “jan” out of their houses along with the grinning little feral-type Autist invaders fresh from

extinction the New World dinosaurs.) I’ll have to get back to this again now, but there’s also a note about how they’d written the “Mr.” part of Ford’s name, that it looks more like “Ur” to me, Ur being like the name of the Siber-area’s main place or city, and like the first and last letters, like an early abbreviation, of the place-name of Ulaanbaatar, near there. I’ll try to find the image again for a better copy of that too.

Detail from Jan Matejko’s “Jadwiga” painting titled, Dmitry of Goraj/Goray” circa 1890, detail of the left-side “staircase beings” and this previously jotted note: This is the only detail-copy I can find yet but I’m just referring to the 3 on the left side, the “Evilene” in front and then one I don’t know to guess about yet and the one at the top that isn’t in this color version well is the type I figure the fraud-parent had come from. I’m starting to suspect it’s an underworld/Jomon hoax to put these little-sized creations into charge of the underworld and it’s locking up of people for the cannibalism/serotonin industries. — I haven’t gotten to this file yet, the Matejko file. I’ll see if I can put a link ….

[I’ll leave these here for now since they’re relevant.] Here’s the, I hope, full post of this that I’d just moved, changing the title of this one just slightly to differentiate them by: Help me get to Arizona for exorcism, & witness protection

14 December, Sat., finally back. Too many subjects I’ll never be able to get to today, but I guess the main one is what a sabotage Charles Dickens was/is, like at this time of the year with that A Christmas Carol story. Offhand I’d guess they were just inventing this “holiday” was the purpose of that story’s being created and distributed, because that’s all I’m seeing in this “Mystery of Edwin Drood,” all kinds of mind-control sabotages that the story seemed to have been for, and then I’m thinking there’s some chance that Dickens had faked his death and took the cruise through the new Suez Canal and probably passed in Asia somewhere sometimes later, like in a “serotonin-den,” brain-eaters’ place.

1- it opens in an opium den, all details about what they were like.

2- Edwin calls his girlfriend Rosa Bud “Pussy” as a nickname

3- graves and spirits are a big theme

4- wine-drinking galore

== these things were all for making mind-control. In the opium den and in general he writes about these people called Lascars:


Lascars_at_the_Royal_Albert_Dock.jpg ‎London, 1 October 1936; Port of London Authority Magazine 1936, Port of London Authority, 1936. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license.

The Lascars are generally what I’ve been saying are likely from the old, anonymous “Jomon” culture, and then into that they’d met the invading New World long-lost Autists, etc. The Barnum & Bailey Circus was around London in Dickens’ time, might have been a connection there. — I didn’t bring my Dickens note page for things to check too much, am always arriving here helter-skelter, things haven’t settled back down since the dog-bite business. — Really I came here to try to make Contact-attempts with anyone and that information I’m holding in mind seems to fly whenever I get here. All I ever “Armageddon Program” do is fret over how I could find anyone to try to assist me out of this being all alone with everything situation, any kind of assistance, and it’s especially bothering me lately that when I leave on Saturday there’s nothing for Sunday, long time till I can get back here on Monday. I was trying to contact TWU but I can’t find the local admininstration contact details, as there don’t seem to be too many schools, just UH and Rice and the Community College; then I’d try to look over that latter again. I’d found their English Dept. but the person is like one of the local stereotypes that are behind my back with this and when I left the library that day there were all kinds signs of a ready parade “show” with 2 different themes, ready to do that “s*** the world” and ready to do that “Julie-love” them also, as though a bunch of people would be doing 2 different “plays” off of behind my brain…. And nothing for real life of course, except the bodies these paradists could sneak-LURE to death off of and underneath wherever I am. So I’d dropped the community college idea, leaving me with only these 2 schools that haven’t responded. So I fret, who could I try to reach, like that’s local and could be usefully on the telephone in case of bad weather, just checking to make sure I’m okay sort of a thing. It’s one of the “show” tricks that sometimes I’m constantly asked if I’m okay or alright/all right, till it gets me upset to hear the question. Passers-by ask that and I feel like they’ve been pre-informed that I’m bad-off feeling. It only seems to happen in spurts at particular locations.

[Victoria’s predecessors:]

File:George IV 1821 color.jpgGeorge IV, 1762-1830

File:William IV crop.jpgWilliam IV, 1765-1837.

wikipedia dot org/wiki/The_Ecstasy_of_St._Cecilia_(Raphael) (PD) File:Cecilia Raphael.jpg

12/16, I’d left off then after leaving here with noticing in retrospect that Ellen Ternan and Gertrude Hubbard had had some similar facial look to themselves so I wanted to get back and get right to that but the torture is killing me, it’s 4:30 p.m. before I could get here and I have to do some necessities and then leave because it’ll be dark in an hour again and they’ve got this thing with the loose dogs all around me lately.

Gertrude Mercer Hubbard 12 March 1827 ny ny d. 1909

Ellen Ternan, 3 March 1839, Rochester, england d. 1914, fulham

ck charles dickens info dot com site

smithsonianmag dot com slash /arts-culture/dickens-secret-affair-19632069/

I don’t have time to scrutinize these 2 ladies’ faces for this today if it ever could be looked into, but I would like to get mentioned that though I haven’t had a chance to check this it looks like Dickens likely’d “come from” one of those (2) longtime rabbis over London, the head rabbis, 2 that had been in the office for a long period, decades each I guess, the other one looking like “a Johns Hopkins type.” Speaking of Hopkins and or vampires, there really are genealogical evidence-bits in their family that his line went back to the Norman Conquest or some such, that some of those English had been intermarried with the Hopkinses, that I don’t have time to look into maybe ever. What else do I have to do today before facing this “play” with the stray big dogs along my path now that the hour has reached six pm. I have to pry myself out, just having gotten here. Wilkie Collins, let me try to get a look at an image of him from Dickens’ acquaintanceship. (London, 1824-1899.)

Dec. 19, Thursday — I think I’ll have to start a “new post” called 50 Years Ago, like I think one of these universities I’d just send an email to — I have to change my seat. — I didn’t change it but this system just does one “ritual” over my life after another. This is what I’d been supposed to have started with on Monday:

… — that I just found a little information on this doctor whose sister was Charlotte Bronte’s best friend, that he and this king were close friends. It’s becoming difficult with keeping these “Brits” straight for me now. If the doctor, John Nussey, was close with him, then there was also that other uncle of Victoria’s who’d then been king for 7 years, so was Nussey also close with the one whose portrait I’d put into here last week too then, above this one. == Then I have to look back at Nussey’s first boss, Richard Walker was his name, up in Yorkshire, near Leeds. I’d had it right there and didn’t realize to check on him. I put the link into the Bronte file and will try to look it up on Monday, because I think it’s a way of tracking the brain-eating system that’s been living off of poor little me, etc.Bronte family (Nicholls, Nussey, John TM 1794-1862, too) 

For me to find these details again seldom happens. I’m a wreck more than usual, and this latest ritual was likely something to slow me down, retarding me all the time all my life — it’s like one of the favorite rituals of this “Jomon” type of the monsters. Charles Dickens was likely descended from the Jomons real specifically, plus it’s looking like he might have been a big specific HAUNTER of that little Queen Victoria girl-lady victim, where there was some deal about him visiting her in March before he’d allegedly passed in June, 1870, while that Mystery of Edwin Drood book was halfway through its magazine serialization debut, Dickens died and that’s why it’s unfinished, but maybe it’s unfinished because they’re morons…. I’m so unhealthy I shouldn’t even be indoors because it’s over sixty degrees and sunny outside; the paradox that I can’t get to the bus stop unless the weather’s okay and then I only go indoors on that nice of a day and don’t get out of here till about evening, etc., etc., where I couldn’t get here Tuesday and Wednesday so my head is all backed up with horrors.  And everything seems to be working against me and my being able to think clearly. On the way, trying to, out the door this morning/afternoon 2 new things occurred:

1- some obscurely difficult to teeny-describe set of interconnected wisps that nobody but me would think is relevantly interesting so it isn’t worth describing right now, about its being a set up for me to find this rooming house I now can’t get out of, and

2- in trying to return this 2019 “Poisoner in Chief” biography on Sidney Gottlieb it connected in my head finally that there’s a connection, a knowing each other, between Allen Ginsberg and Sidney Gottlieb, and that that might be connected to how come I am the most (albeit invisibly-) tortured person that’s ever lived (three times over now.) Ginsberg had allegedly first experienced LSD through that MK-Ultra program in 1959, and the book more or less puts it that they’d met thereby. I’d have to check all the leads that the Notes section provides then because it’s looking like that that’s how come I’ve had this “Ginsberg-appendage” onto my brain and body. I’ll have to try to look into this and it’s in connection with the previous part that I have to look into where I’ve looked into anything I can for why these bums are doing their global-system off of innocent nobody me and increasingly I’ve been thinking that it has to do with that there’s a connection between me or my type and that guy who’d allegedly passed in 1953, Mr. Frank Olson. For that subject I’ve been afraid of the guy’s ostensible kin and so in addition to all whatever I was thinking that I might have to raise the subject with the “Poisoner’s” author, Mr. Kinzer, and so I carried the book to the library today, really hoping to unload by returning it because I’m too old to be hauling these books around anymore, can’t even carry a lightweight purse, have to use this oxygen rolly-cart without the oxygen tank in it just to carry my purse-necessities and then whatever shopping I have to haul back to the room, so before returning it I’d glanced at where I’d put book markers and there was that note on Ginsberg and Gottlieb had met in 1959 that now I’ll have to look into, but first I was going to try to type up this piece of quoting from Mrs. Gottlieb, that I’ll unpack the book and find now. Just now when I went to type unpack it came out “unplace” — how could that happen, question mark, except that these filthy things are crawling all over me and my fingers. They’re doing an earache too, which I never get and out of the blue started just as I got to the entrance here, where, the gate is unlocked for the first time since late August or just before that dogbite that I’d gotten, when the kiddies’ school term began again in late August they’d then locked what’s really the front gate to here, which I’m one of the few pedestrians that then do use it. So I’d walked through it and there was some odd car that did a peculiar stop and I made it up to this entry-area and this earache started. Believe it or not for this boring wisp-detailed way I can only do, the point #1 here is also a little connected to that, in that it’s the same stereotype as also to do with how I’d gotten to the rooming house, but I’d have to show an illustration and the only one I’ve got is of a living person so I likely could only do that if I ever found any “intelligence” but not a brain-robber person to take it this attempt to unravel this garbage system we’re in.

Click-on to be made soon, tomorrow, early Oct. 2019.

This photo here, it’s a living person but I have extenuating circumstances for why I can use it, but the photo is cropped from one with his wife and it seems his wife is a big stereotype, and it’s the stereotype, his is, that I think-suspect runs this area, under it, where this library happens to be, that they run “developments” all over the world, like the “principalities” that Eph. 6:10 warns against, etc. Then further I’ve been adding that it seems likely that they “come from” this Thackeray author and where he came from I can’t guess at any further than that little attempt on the Hubbards, of the Bell Telephone and National Geographic then industries, etc. So, I could leave here right now if it wasn’t for this heavy “Poisoner” book, and go back outside to try to get something useful done that I just learned about but because of the book I don’t think there’s any point in even trying. Better to try to disgorge some of this back-up in me from the 2 days I couldn’t get here because the cold weather is too much for me anymore. Which then goes into how the Jomon-system has only been mass-reproducing people just to place them all over the planet to say that everywhere pleasant-climate’d already been claimed by themselves or one of their “book of Life” family and brain-eating system cohorts.

Forget the “Louie-golem,” check the microphone… = I’m moving this to here in attempt to make something new because I’m afraid that it might be easy to be misled that I don’t work on this blog because I like the posts the way they fall and want to just improve them as time goes along but with the same basic content. However I can’t get back to that place where I’d seen this “golem” painting and I can’t just leave that like that because the system will do anything to sabotage me, it’s really bad all day long every day, so I’m going to try doing some new little thing to show that I do this blog maybe differently from how the blogs are “supposed to” be done with making new posts all the time, as I’m trying to get anyone to assist me with anything, (since 2005.)

Rice Univ: I forgot to mention alot of things, including that you could cancel out that onus of the “mystery” around your founding by the cleansingness of assisting with this real attempt to assist the real Universe out of all this “system.” Colleges & Us.


C. 1940, Erich Mendelsohn, Walter Peterhans, Ludwig Hilberseimer and Ludwig Mies van der Rohe in Chicago. Photo courtesy the Ludwig Karl Hilberseimer Archive, Ryerson and Burnham Archives, The Art Institute of Chicago. I’ll make a better copy soon.

— Looking for an illustration for “Weimar” because that’s where the “Vanity Fair” novel now is as it’s nearing toward its end I recall that these guys are basically from the original Bauhaus in Weimar, and then they’d come over here away from the WWII. This wouldn’t really have that much meaning to anyone but myself, because I’d spent the 10+ years in the library designed by that architect on the far-right here, Ludwig Mies van der Rohe, and the one on the far-left is like my nemesis, Eric Mendelsohn architect and big member of the old MARS group of modern architects researching urban planning for the planet. — The click-on isn’t working, not even to show that I’d actually gotten a normal Permission for use of this photo from architect Hilberseimer, from his papers, there greeting Mendelsohn on his arrival to Chicago. Weimar Germany is a big deal and I’m surprised to see it in the VF, written in 1848 as though circa 1825. — Bach was Eric Mendelsohn’s favorite music and I’d looked up a little about Bach and it seems they’d been a big family in Weimar/Thuringia it was called (very confusing and I’d spent 3 years in Germany, etc.) I got the feeling that maybe the system-psychopaths had cannibalized the Bach spread-out family all through that area and that that’s where the system got this concept that they’d inherited musical talents, that have become the music everywhere today. “What a feeling!” they can have it all and are dancing for their lives! Take their passion! and make it happen, you can have it all now we’re dancing for our lives, such the thing, high on the Bach families’ brains and hearts and other parts. Today, Saturday 12/7 now, I just finished the VF novel and am full of comments about what I’ve picked up so far on it. I’ll jot them as possible at the bottom of the next, the Exorcism, file/post, and then tonight I’ll have to go back and read the Introduction where the writer had warned you to read the book first unless you want to learn the plot and the ending before reading the story, which I’m reading the story because I’m trying to keep my sanity while being this ghost-prisoner victim and so I’m really just reading the stories to keep my mind out of this gutter that the, same as the “Vanity Fair’s” Thackeray, that the same system has and is manipulating all over me, trying to ignore that and make some sort of use of this “downtime” is why I’m novel-reading, had tried to start with that “Wuthering Heights” but reading about the poor Bronte children I’d noticed this Thackeray and Dickens business and gotten onto Thackeray’s biggest-seller, and then maybe I’ll have to do some research around this murder mystery that Dickens perpetrated onto civilization as this global-system was trying to grab everywhere for themselves — which reminds me that the other big thing about the VF is that it ends with a character writing the History of the Punjaub, the Punjab region where alot of then that type of the character and likely Dickens’ also had perpetrated out and around from.


from AG Bell’s notebook on the first successful transmission, him yelling for Watson.

Looking for the copyright on the golem picture isn’t going so well again yet. — I haven’t done a thing on it, because of all these “tricks” and pranks and hogwash to cover up everything from the Armageddon bums. I’d be supposed to write to either a rabbi and or the big newspaper’s online version and those are difficult for me because, as this gets worse and worse, their whole world is parasitic off of me, but this torture would scream bloody murder maybe over my using the little illustration in trying to describe the system they’ve built. I’ll have to get back to this soon.

[1892 invitation for Marconi to visit Bell in Nova Scotia.]


… because he’d [Alexander Graham Bell] spilled acid on himself. My point is that his drawing hallucino-looks like a face involved in this telegraphy, which had grown to become these computers. The “bums” didn’t let my Mel Weinberg’s obituary photo-set through yet today. Then it might go off accidentally and be here at any time for all I can ever be sure of. —

I’ll have to fill-in all the description from yesterday, wherever it’s wound up now. I have to put this here like this for overnight.

Oct. 23. Why the NYT picked this 1980 photo for Mel Weinberg’s 2018 obituary got me to looking more closely at it and I notice that the camera-person on the far-right does look like Samuel Samuel’s brother Marcus Samuel, the 2 in big petroleum business together at the turn of the last century, c. 1900, and now I’m noticing copies of them and in business together here in Houston, so I think this photograph was emblematic of that generational sneaking-around, of that conspiracy’s going on, is why it was chosen for Abscam’s “American Hustle” Mel Weinberg last year. The photo just reached here right now and I have to sign off early today again, to try to get back to this and the fair use credit for the AP photo that I want for this. I’m having difficulty with the golem-image’s attribution for a permission. There might be a connection with Mr. Weinberg.

Forget Louie, the guy with the microphone is the same “type” as Paul Wegener who’d played “The Golem” in the circa 1914 trilogy. I can’t find a perfect (PD) illustration of him yet. https://universerescuekathyfoshaywordpresscom.wordpress.com/testimonial/paul-wegener-and-family-der-golem/

cropped close-up for the guy on the far right.

Photo by Rene Asmussen on Pexels.com

Photo by Christine Schmiederer on Pexels.com

I’ll have to try to look for an example from the left side.

“Ancient” Egypt

Also it’s coming to my attention that the “Abscam” seems to have been a prelude to all this “magic” and the serotonin-distributing industry-set. Abscam was said to be abbreviation for Arab scam I think is how it goes, and then this inundation of “magic” and synchronicity and pictures everywhere and secrecy about everything down to today have followed so much that it’s the same perpetrators as I have on me, that I’d had them “Abscam” all over me when I got out of the Army and back to the states circa 1978 and the same “group from the Bronx” that’s been parasiting on me since 1960 has just continued in the same pattern, making it the “Abs-camera” for having the fraud-parent okaying the invasion of privacy or advocating for it or whatever when I’d come back to the states and moved out to San Francisco, and then to everything we’ve only got today, to where this “Receptor” book just published this year is a dumbed-down person’s explanation for where the “soma” of the “1984” novel comes from, tricking dumbed-down people that it doesn’t come from human brain of other people’s. Then also there’s some big murky-confusing deal for me to try to figure out to be able to explicate about how in 1991 I’d been hearing the political names Giuliani and Giuliano over and over and it did seem a little ominous and then in 1992-93 I got dumped with this “Armageddon Show” that I was jealous of a girl obstensively named Julie, that looks alot like a female-counterpart of this “microphone-guy” I’m trying to find out the name of, along with all these other horror-details, and the system is still doing this “Julie-” script onto me, and now I see I’m ghost-prisoner here for the winter and that the Secretary of Defense turns out to be one of those 1991 names I’d been hearing over and over again as though there was some significance beyond the ordinary to the names. I’ve got all kinds of things piled onto me, and then it got worse again with while I’m down the parasites are attacking, 2 of them this morning, just pawns the system has sitting around not doing much anyway to be thrown at (little, tiny) me whenever. I’m trying to make a file of the cellphone-sends so that when it gets so bad that I have to jot self-defense notes they’d get onto here somewhere… I’ll trim this soon, the point isn’t to take away from these particular good pictures.

— I’m going to try to get a still of the 1980/81 60 Minutes interview of Mike Wallace with Mel Weinberg where Wallace turns with a remote control as though saying “Presto!” and turning on the bar television to show some shots from that Abscam business, that to me that’s like the moment that this “black-‘magic'” and inferno-age were initiated, everything downhill since then, the system lying and growing stronger, like today, for instance, 11/22/19, off of me.

https://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/today-in-history/cias-black-sorcerer-scientist-sidney-gottlieb-was-a-master-of-poisons-and-mind-control/news-story/0a3cfb3c031674db9747f0c7c64588dd == The middle photo, while he was at Senate hearings, [in 1977 the caption reads,] who’s the guy on his left/our right there. I’m always trying to find a photo of John Cusack of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics. The ones I’d found recently don’t look anything like the one I’d seen back in 2015 when I’d first gotten onto computers again.

[– The Kinzer biography on Gottlieb says that that other guy was his lawyer, Terry Lenzner. I’d happened to have brought about 100 pages of this, maybe near to 200, up to Mr. Lenzner’s office around 2010 or 2011, on a Veterans Day, for some reason someone had answered his office phone and said they’d be open so I brought this big bunch of this type of “Ghent Altarpiece-Armageddon” material up to there I think on Rhode Island Avenue in DC but they’d never acknowledged receipt or any contact, etc. I never hear back from anyone or have anything positive come out of all these efforts. I don’t recall the specific reason I’d thought of Mr. Lenzner as possibly being interested in any of all this offhand, some work he’d been doing back then that I’d come across, maybe to do with the Deep Throat business, back around those days.]

— I came across this because of some mention about Gottlieb’s having been Jewish, me reading on that all day yesterday because of some other mix-up onto me. And Arthur Miller — normal people persistently don’t catch on, even me, realizing that the playwright had only married to sabotage Ms. Monroe, Norma Jean Baker, just yesterday. — Wow, there’s a whole biography finally out on Gottlieb. Maybe I’ll be able to find out where in the Bronx he was from. It just came out, by Stephen Kinzer. His 2007 book on Nicaragua had had something in it I’d kept trying to pin down that had finally dwindled away somehow. I’d found, in that book and-or another book on Nicaragua by a guy named Stephen or Steven, something alluding to that that Iran-Contra business had had some little time-warp to it, to that photograph’s being taken:

Nicaragua; Sandinista returning Hasenfus; from a biography on Ronald Reagan, I think by Richard Reeves, ck date.

The caption above the photo reads in full about this bottom photo, the above photo being of four killed soldiers and just a sentence about that and then: Reagan’s secret foreign policy began to unravel in October 1986, when a cia (the culinary inst. of course,) plane supplying contra insurents was shot down. There was one survivor, a Wisconsin man named Eugene Hasenfus, captured by the Sandinistas (below). “There is no [United States] government connection,” said Reagan of the incident. But, of course, there was. Reagan had the NSC secretly avoid congressional antiwar mandate by soliciting funding from foreign countries, most notably Saudi Arabia and Bruei, and private donors, calling the contras the “moral equivalent” of America’s Founding Fathers. — My suspicious mind is focused on that photo credit though, found at the back of the Reeves biography, that there’s something bigtime wrong with the situation around the photo’s being taken. While on the subject, that Sandanista is like the big Stereotype all over the world for the Autists. I call them the Anthony-type, after Anthony of Burgundy. While looking for the photo I finally recalled the main thing I’d hoped to be able to find today and I’ll try to do that now.

This is meant to reference the 2009 book, “Breakshot,” by Kenji Gallo and Randazzo V because it seems it’s very inter-connected to all this Armageddon “Program” off of me. — Oct. 28, I just realized that the guy with the microphone is a big stereotype involved in all this and that I’ve been waiting on a permission to use a photo of one of them from this Breakshot book and now I could just refer to this reporter character here in order to try to discuss the correlation between that book and my Armageddon situation. I haven’t had a chance to try to trace this photo yet and have to leave the library for today but will get back to this manana.

Oct. 29; Today’s real bad and then I’d stumbled into double-checking on the resemblance between the type like the guy with the microphone, that I still haven’t been able to check the circumstances around that AP photo yet to maybe find out who he is, and these photos I’d been seeing from the film “Der Golem” as I’m searching on the subject of the actor Paul Wegener and then I realized that Wegener is the same as the guy with the microphone who then is the same as that Golem in the film and in looking more closely into this it gets more and more. So is the subject of the “Wuthering Heights” Bronte family that I’d hoped to be able to search-engine on today, and now the library-time is already about up and it’s cold and lousy and getting dark out there anymore once that time-change is done again this weekend, the torture enjoying this cutting down my time torture, weather-torture, etc. Dear, that reminds me, the guy who writes that old National Lampoon The Appletons cartoon is also one of these guys, I’ve been thinking about trying to write to him about all this and haven’t done so yet. I read that the system is publishing an anthology of his The Appletons and that Timberland Trails, due out next spring. One could check for the little file on them in the Stereotypes post down #20 from here on the blogroll. I’ve been trying to compare his cheekbones with Sophia Loren’s but the torture’s been making getting the PD photos from when she was a 15-year old bathing beauty difficult to get to here. “Let me” see if I can find the link…. https://UniverseRescuekathyfoshaywordpresscom.wordpress.com/testimonial/Sophia-Loren-1934-Rome/

I’m almost positive those are all clear PDs but this torture will take every sniggle of a doubt I might ever have about anything as though I’m therefore incorrect about whatever the subject is and therefore do things like making getting her photo to the Stereotypes section different or I really don’t know what to this whole blog unless I go verify that, unlike Wegener’s Golem photos all of these are clear both in this country and their country of origin in case anyone in another country ever wants to look at this blog, so I’ll go do that now but then that’s all there’s time for today, and they wouldn’t let the few Sends I’d tried to send to here get through, I never know why, what any objections might be to anything, etc. — I removed the ones that seem shaky on copy rights.

Oct. 30, I’ll put this at the end of the next/the exorcism post, this being a click-on to that.


11/25, here’s the new one, Wm. Makepeace Thackeray, 1811-63, “Vanity Fair” author:

File:William Makepeace Thackeray by Jesse Harrison Whitehurst-crop.jpgWilliam Makepeace Thackeray, 1811-1863

But there’s more, in trying to look into this “Wuthering Heights”/Bronte family business:

Arthur Bell Nicholls, d. 1906, Ireland, had married Charlotte (“Jane Eyre” author,) the year before she’d passed at age 38, circa 1854 offhand recollection, even though I have the note in my pocket I could check right now, really I’m thinking maybe I could get the copy of Vanity Fair today instead of a whole day’s trip for it tomorrow, so now to look for the same image of this Nicholls guy as the cellphone isn’t sending, and-or I could turn that on and try that too now maybe. — Wiki says that this is AB Nicholls but the other photo is of a different person, that I’d found in a book and I don’t recall noticing where its photo credits were, I’ll have to double-check on it tonight:

File:Arthur Bell Nicholls.jpgArthur Bell Nicholls, 1819 Killead, Ireland=ck -1906 Banagher, Ireland — I can’t get “them” to let the photo of the photo in the Catherine Reef recent book, The Bronte Sisters, that that book has a whole different person as being AB Nicholls. This one looks like Johns Hopkins (1795-1873) to me offhand. Then I’m thinking that the Bronte patriarch looks something like Jan Purkinje the brain anatomist, maybe. That peculiar “Wuthering Heights” book might have been psycho-inspired by this pecular assistant to the patriarch-pastor Bronte, Patrick Bronte, 1777-1861. I’m about ready to quit for today because this other neighborhood’s library doesn’t require to have this devil-parade that comes along with me. I did however find the Sidney Gottlieb new biography, only biography I think, here. I might not even peek at it till I get back to the room tonight, but I also have to find some big novel to immerse myself in over this four days without a library being open and then on that Monday I’ve got the oxygen tank-replacement delivery coming sometime that day so I might even get cabin fever-stuck in that room for five days, except for a couple of errands I’d have to run anyway but being alone in that room isn’t healthy for me so I’m looking for something to take my mind off of all this typing and work I can’t get to a library to be getting done. It’s real unlikely I’d have the nerve to be able to fill-in all that Iran-Contro inter-interconnected business crawling around in my mind, along with this bizarre Victorian Bronte family situation, mush-mush going on in my head along with my own 64 years of things that I’m just catching onto now. The thing with the Iran-Contra thing — I’ve got someone doing some LURE weird c*** to me now, wherever I go there’s the secret devil-parade, — is Claude Dubois, the Montreal large-familied gangster/”drug” dealer, me figuring that he’d been serotonin-distributing, say. Around 1984 he’s said to have gone to prison but I couldn’t find out the name of the prison and I suspect he’d gotten some substitute to do his time for him while he’d gone out and about and maybe west and then south into the U.S. There’s some newer Claude Dubois that’s a singer-entertainer and hasn’t anything to do with this notorious drug-dealer, but somehow I think there’s an interconnection into then this particular Iran-Contra photograph with Hasenfus in it. I’ll have to live with all those nano-details whirring in my mind, is why I’d be looking for a copy of Vanity Fair tomorrow and believe it or not there are only 2 branch libraries that seem to have a copy of it, me tired of all the bad trips to the central library that I’ve had over this past year or so now, like I’m trying to avoid the place anymore and so had come way out here to look for and luckily found the Gottlieb. I was going to just look to see what they have on the Bronx but then it occurred to me that the book’s title is “Poisoner In Chief” and really I’ve been being poisoned nearly every day for 10 years now, hallucino-poisoned maybe it is. I’d mentioned this here maybe in April, that I’d only gotten one lab result back on these sputum specimens and it had said something about — what do they call doo-doo, e. coli something or another -related had come up in one finding in all these 10 years of this’s happening to me, I’d mentioned that in April and then the poison seemed to have changed to some much milder form of poison, I’d barely gotten around to mentioning that that had then happened this past April, the poison formula had seemed to be less terrible, that I wake up with some sort of garbage in the back of my throat every morning, etc. Now however I’d just been to some home oxygen-recertification and they’d had some little 6 question survey about your symptoms and I’d said that I don’t have much difficulty from phlegm or mucus or coughing, and then this poison’s been getting worse, me fearing that the torturers think that this c*** in my throat when I wake up is somehow defined as being phlegm or mucus and it isn’t either of those things so I’d marked that those aren’t a problem for me and this poison’s been growing worse, so then coincidentally this book is about Gottlieb’s work with poisons so I figure I might as well look into more of like that because if anyone recalls, haha, that when I’d moved into this rooming house last year there’d been some Gottlieb-like character that had sort of pointed out a roadside grave and then turned with his old white dog or what to go in the opposite direction, and then maybe the same guy or type had wished me to enjoy the sunshine the other day, and then I’m starting to think there are whole female stereotypes that have been croaching in on me too there lately. The number of stereotypes of strangers that are all over me is unreal, all kinds of people that I haven’t any connection to whatsoever this Armageddon Program sends after me every day, like combatants out against me and in reality there’s absolutely not any connection whatsoever, it’s just how the system’s been hallucino-taking over the earth, etc.

Open Street map depiction of Sidney Gottlieb’s 1918-1936 location toward the top right (I haven’t checked what actually arrived here yet,) on Boynton Avenue around E. 172nd St., Bronx, NY, and on the left-top area is where Leon Trotsky had spent 3 months until that October/Bolshevik business called him back to Russia right away then, him at Vyse Avenue and 172nd Street, and then I guess it’s on here too where I’d gone from the birth-hospital to live in 1955 on Longfellow Avenue east of Vyse Avenue, and 172nd St. — Uhhuh, only this latter one is on there okay. Trotsky’s apartment-area is just visible but you can’t see the name Vyse Avenue, at the far left where 172nd Street can be seen, and it’s that NE corner, under the P.S. 50 and just above whatever those 2 little squares are. Sidney Gottlieb’s old house though didn’t even get onto this copy, it’s 3 blocks to the east of that Evergreen Street and 172nd Street. My point is that this is in conjunction with the photograph that looks like a high school or college yearbook type photograph, ostensibly of Mr. Gottlieb when he was young, and nearly anyone that knows much about things could see that maybe Mr. Gottlieb had looked alot like Leon Trotsky, that it’s pretty obvious. I’ll have to check the dates. Gottlieb was born in August 1918. When was that Russian “revolution” though, is “October revolution” the same as “Bolshevik revolution” and details like that. I only know what Trotsky’d looked like recently from trying to research this “Limitless” novel to explain that while they are high on human brains they feel “limitless!” but when the high wears off they’re only their regular selves again, that it’s like an illusion or some “metaphysical impossibility” that their high would be remaining to seem like they own the planet, that alot has happened since Trotsky and Diego Rivera and everybody historical’s day. — The first elementary school that I’d gone to is that P.S. 66 that’s just north of that big round school-depiction in the left-center of this map portion (Open Street Map dot org.) I cannot get “them” to let through my photo of the youth-photograph in this 2019 Stephen Kinzer biography on Gottlieb or you could see for yourself that anyone — I’d better go check when that revolution was, if it wasn’t 1917, the Trotskys leaving around November 1917 then I think I’d read, then Gottlieb couldn’t have been “from” him. — Nowadays it’s called the Russian revolution and seems to have taken place from March to November. Maybe the Trotskys had left NY in March, is more like what that had sounded like. — Okay, he left in March 1917…. That would be a long gestation. I can’t guess how they “grow” the embryoes. Baby-Gottlieb had been born with both feet clubbed. I’ll have to drop this whole subject for now I guess. — December 4, 2019, Somewhere I should be able to reach anybody for the question of if there was ever any interaction between Dr. Gottlieb and the Soviet defector to here named Pyotr/Peter Deriabin, because Deriabin (pronounced Der-ya-bin I’d read,) was a major way that the system turned here to the cannibal-system, and I don’t really be able to guess what about the “brain-harvesting” business is but I think-suspect that Mr. Deriabin and my/the fraud-parent were genetically-close. If Gottlieb had had to have interaction with Deriabin that might have been a huge factor in all this.

I figure I might as well move this to here since it’s a big mishmash. I don’t want to let it go because it might be bigger than I’m able to describe yet because I don’t have any witness or assistance in any way, shape or form; something scary for little me all alone that’s nevertheless perhaps even way less threatening than I can only guess it might be.

20 December, just a short time and I have to try to quick find that Nussey partner.

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The Armageddon “Program” is repeating the 2001-02 “Chandra & Levy” phase of this “Armageddon Show,” and, The Armageddon “Program” is repeating the 2003-04 Bath Beach, Brooklyn LURE off of me scam — And now reprising the 2005-2015 shelter-to-library shuttled “Armageddon Program”…

August 2019, they’ve been sliding in some of the tricks from that May 2001-2002 time, but now when I look up to see to try to find an illustration for the chronology I’m trying to make on the sidebar it turns out that I’d known that girl’s bio-mother and I can’t sit here in this vacuum and write libel-slander type things about these contemporary goings-on in this dingaling gestalt the bums have made. The girl’s bio-mother worked for the character I call the SFClown who’d “hooked” me into this Armageddon horror that’s made out to seem like it’s a joke but it’s how the system has been accomplishing those Biblical and other world-takeover threats, the insane “Jomon” defending the developmentally disabled compulsively lying little black-haired Autist feral-boys’ modern mass-reproduced selves. The girl’s mother was like the Magenta character from the Rocky Horror Picture Show and they brought that act to Washington underneath me, all this “Armageddon-Abscam-anything marathon” LURE, by which the Revelation-threat/promises were carried out, so far, that there’s always fear of worse, as these are just insane people who don’t want to get caught and punished or even lose anything, etc.

Federal Home Loan Bank Board Building, 1928, 320 1st St., NW, WDC; the Bureau of Prisons is there currently. Click-on for CCSA4.0 citation.

Ms. Levy was working there as an intern when she’d disappeared in May 2001 and the search went on for a year and ended very badly. Here’s the 2008 write-up’s address: washingtonpost dot com/wp-srv/metro/specials/chandra/

I try not to be obsessive about thinking I recognize people’s stereotypes but the boy arrested and later released does possibly look like he could be “from” one of my fraud-relatives, that that’s some possibility…. While she’d worked in this building the big homeless shelter was one block over on the right and up that street, 2nd and D Streets, NW, but I’d gone to some small shelter and sort of avoided this area until 2005. What I mean about the ampersand there is that the crime-story sounded like double entendre for this Hindu-Jomon “‘magic’ show” invisible-torture set to me, and they’ve been making signs that that’s what they’ve been putting together again here lately. I found a little more on this “Breakshot” business but it’s similar to the contemporaneousness’ libel-slander about the “disappeared” Ms. Levy so I can’t add it to the bottom of this file yet. Also they seem to be repeating now part of the repertoire of this marathon exhibition of/off of me that they’d used when I’d returned to Washington in 2005, so maybe I can slip that down after the bottom of this 2003-04 scam off of me in Queens and Brooklyn:

(June 23, 2019 mention:) One time the “Jomon” was gone, from around 14 August 2001 until February 2003 I guess it was, as today is just terrible, (June 23, 2019,) and in my usual anymore begging for it to get lost I recall that it had done that disappearance without any explanation for those 2-1/2 years, meaning that that could happen again probably real easily, could vanish right now or at any time without any noticing until that it’s been gone for awhile, me reflecting around 21 August 2001 that I hadn’t noticed it around for awhile, the affect of an ectophasm that this is like. Then I sat down here in this downtown (Houston) library but all the standard “s***show” tricks are all over anything I do and there’d been conspicuously someone carrying a chair to the computer the computer had sent me to so that I had to indicate that this machine was reserved for me, but did tell him he could take the chair with him, and then the whole set up was to make me uncomfortable that maybe this guy in the next seat over then is one of the fraud-parent offspring-descendants so that I’ll feel uncomfortable and that’ll make the gimmick by which the “Jomon” and company do the Revelation-Armageddon off of me, etc., standard gimmicks all day long every day. I’d wanted to add something to this file, about that in this Oct. 2002 to April 2005 trip to NY that the VA hospital in Brooklyn near this one particular “Bath Beach” temporary job-assignment that had lasted for most of a year, me somehow having gotten a VA credit union sort of a banking account before I left Washington, some special deal I’d heard about and went and deposited my saved-up paychecks from another horror job I’d had, that the VA had wall mural decorations of or from Etruscan culture, which seems pretty unusual. This morning I was thinking that maybe these “Jomon” had learned from the Etruscans, an older culture in Italy, how to LURE animals as a means of hunting food, where “Ee” means food or thing/s to eat I guess in this Autist-world coding they have, Ee- trus’ — as in trust, to trust, and -can, that food trusts the can and goes into it and gets trapped, E’trus’can with some food or such inside of it to LURE the ee. I was thinking that perhaps this “consortium” of the Autists and their Jomon friends and whoever else was in the early invading groups had learned to trap animals for food in that way from Etruscans and then extended the concept to say the Etruscans themselves and then to other people, is how this LURE off of me as an example might have come to be this disaster that it is that is bringing us to the TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION while the “consortium” seems to just be having a ball, that they’re laughing it up with the same delight that they’d seen the Etruscans have when the Etruscans had trapped an animal that they could then provide food from, like, Yay, yay, party-food to live off of for one and for all now, yay, yay, — as most of the Etruscan murals seem to depict happy-happy people chasing birds and fish as the main motif.

1879 map, southern Brooklyn. I put the blue dot between where I was working in the Bath Beach neighborhood and the Brooklyn Veterans Hospital, where my ATM was. Click for the larger view.

[Previously written:] Bay 19th St. and Cropsey Avenue was where the assignment, assignment-horror, was, and looking it up now on the map I notice I’d walked by a petroleum company store on my way to and from the assignment, that turns out to be a big, multi-merged, national group. The whole thing had been a set up I’m realizing as I’ve been going back over that Abu Ghraib scandal, that that CACI interrogation group had only arrived there in August and the MPs with the girl that got blamed for it I think had only just arrived in maybe late September and then the torturing had started by late October, while I’d been told that the temporary home health aide company I worked for had an assignment for me but I’d had to wait 6 weeks before I got the address to show up at then on that Columbus Day weekend, where as usually you were given the address the same day you were told about an assignment, etc., that it was a bigger rigging than I’d realized now that I’d learned about the “petroleum” business in 2014.

This is meant to reference the 2009 book, “Breakshot,” by Kenji Gallo and Randazzo V because it seems it’s very inter-connected to all this Armageddon “Program” off of me.

… the bums had linked Wallace to this TPE-bringing Armageddon “Program” through that book, 1990, Signifying Rappers,* so that’s why the link is there, even though this is out of chronological order, the previous week now at the bottom of this: C.A.R.P.

… Kenji Gallo has got probably the best example of a “Julie-male” photo that I could find, it’s probably the one the system is using to oil-well-torture me by lately, as with this morning. Then “Gallo” writes all kinds of useful description of the sadism but I think I figured out what the biggest gimmick of that sadism is but all these contemporary subjects are so dangerous for little me without any witnesses or contact person ever… In the case of the “Breakshot” book, the author alludes to that as a police-person the Julie-type guy might be going to give the guy a fellating as a turning-eighteen present, might be how that goes. And then, say, 20 years later the guy finds out that the (retired or what) fellator now has “grown” many copies of the now-38 year old guy, dependent young males and females that might be sadistically killed or tortured if the now-38 year old doesn’t obey; that that’s largely how this whole global-system has been getting away with all this “strength” of itself, taking reproductive matter and raising young for blackmail/sabotage purposes, you can’t do anything if they’re threatening to kill/hurt others, especially if, surprise, they’re from your own body, have your face and look like you and you’d have to be grateful that they’re being fed and housed at all, and such like that.

[*I put in a request for the book yesterday, should take about 2 weeks and I can get a look at it.]

That’s the ooze, that I have to try to describe that “conceptually.” Goodness forfend, on a lighter side, that’s likely why in the “Limitless” novel Melissa had married Spinola at all, to get those — negative, that’s another aspect, not exactly the same blackmail purpose, that’s an aspect where they require victims for their brain-eating, is slightly a different reason for trying to procure people’s reproductive matters, “eggs” and sperm. They require victims for all their anthropophagy desires too, the cannibalism, the brain-eating, the petroleum spending-money, etc. — I guess I lost the explication for this trio here, that it goes with the April slug-pneumonia horror, and I’ll move it to somewhere else soon but leave it here just because it does come up in “all this.”

6/8/19, Saturday, they’re doing h*** to and off of me. Big point to make is that the elderly lady turns out to have been one of this “Shahan-666” stereotype types of people, all along, that she was there as a planted sabotage from the Revelation- and 666- and EXTINCTION-bringing system types, etc.

Then, the following year, I wound up stuck in winding up back in Washington and was down near the Capitol then for 10 years, from May 5, 2005 to April 2, 2015:

Letterhead I’d been using on my many flyers and letters for assistance from about 2007-15.

That to the right of my old photo says, They all live off of this LURE, me meaning more of less that all of that area was, and radiating outward from there then, that this is how the prophecied Armageddon was being sneak-pulled of, off of me being stranded there, like I am in Houston now, same modus operandi of the parasites’ (global-) system, etc. In 2014 I found out about this “Bronx-French Connection” -industry part of all this.



Read, me making a note to myself for making a note to warn others, a website with, Joseph Fouche, Villain of the — on a site called headstuff dot org, I don’t have time to read it right now but it’s really bad. I’m trying to find out how the name was pronounced because I’d read somewhere recently it was pronounced like mine, Foeshay, and on the 1929-to-now Minneapolis tower.

6/22, I’d written to someone for a little assistance with this, on one of the phony copyright-infringement tricks the invisible-tortures’ been doing, that I finally got around to being able to write to the author but I haven’t heard back, about one of the photos of the (1929 Minneapolis) Foshay Tower. I’m really thinking it is attached then to this Revelation-Armageddon horror.

June 27, Thursday — One of the things about this lady-home health client is that she wanted the same breakfast and lunch every day, and then I think she didn’t care what dinner was, to the best of my just offhand recollection lately. I’ve started to think that maybe there was something formulaic in her choices, that perhaps those particular ordinary foods kept her healthy, as I’d noticed that when I only eat chicken and tuna fish that I start to feel weak and the system seems to take more advantage of me, and then it occurred to me that maybe she drank orange juice every day because it prevents things like this “slug pneumonia” that the system is always giving me so I’ve been making sure I drink some orange juice or the Tang product every day now in hope that the system won’t do that slug-pneumonia to me again. When I moved to this room here around 9 months ago it became too difficult to haul bottles of orange juice there, I’d forgotten that the little frozen cans aren’t difficult to transport, so it was out of  my diet, but now I’m drinking some every day in fear that the system gives me that slug pneumonia on the excuse that I haven’t had orange juice….

… Winding up back in Washington from 2001-15 and then 2016-2017 when they closed for renovation I was in what maybe could be called the Mies van der Rohe-MLK part of this, represented by an illustration I’ll go try to quick-find of the central library there:

MLK public library 901 G Street, NW, WDC; PD.

I got cut off, the time runs out on these library computers sometimes without any warning, and have to go look again for the citation on this photo, and also there’s a good donated photo but I’m always leery of the links to any strangers and I forget his Wiki username, some sort of a Machine, like Infallible Machine, — engine, some sort of an engine, named after the Charles Babbage invention. Difference Engine.

It’s the photo in this article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Luther_King_Jr._Memorial_Library, but I can’t find the citation to the photo posted here now, from the Carol Highsmith Collection at the LoC, donated in 2010 to that by someone who’s name I can’t find again yet, George F. ___somebody. — This is not in any way encouraging anyone to visit there when the place reopens next year, just the opposite, to be aware of it…

I actually got a normal Permission on this photo, of (left to right,) Eric Mendelsohn, Walter Peterhans (check if that’s Peterhaus,) Ludwig K. Hilberseimer whose photograph this had been and it’s with his papers that this is from, and then Ludwig Mies van der Rohe, all meeting in Chicago circa 1940. It’s courtesy first from the Exploring Chicago Collections website but then they refer you to the big Architecture archives and their specifics I’m less sure on, where the Permission officially, through an email, had come from, the Ryerson and Burnham Archive I think is their title, and I guess they’re at the Art Institute but their title there I’m not as sure about.

I didn’t update whatever that caption-blurb is trying to describe but the citation is necessary and important, that these were the Bauhaus people moved to the States just before WWII started, that being Mies van der Rohe on the right here. Eric/h Mendelsohn on the left had been here in 1924, coming over with “Metropolis” film director Fritz Lang, and he’d done “Woman on the Moon/Frau im Mond,” 1932, the first big film about rocket-travel, as this group then was the force behind the whole petroleum-enabled space venture, then Mies had designed this MLK library and I’d spent most of this millennium there with this Armageddon unprovable underground “show” Program all over me and now the whole thing is being reprised, like “magic” shackling me just this morning as I got off the bus on my way to here and the panorama of the proverbial devil’s bag of tricks the various “global” groups are all having some party-affect LURE of unsuspecting normal people, is how that book of Revelations’ threat-set has gotten carried out, me always trying to explain that it has insanity at its base though, insane parasitism, which I’ve traced to having come from “brain-eaters” as I can’t find any other useful terminology for it yet, brain-ingesters doesn’t work, etc. Serotonin-dependents doesn’t work because we’re all dependent on our serotonin and the same difficulty with any of the ways I can think of to describe it, which is why I’m trying to use the example of the book, film and tv show titled “Limitless,” to show that they only feel invincibly important and superior as long as they’re high on the brain of others and it goes away when they run out of supply, which is what they’ve been abusing me for all of my six decades now, incorporating me into their LURE way of hunting and trapping normal people, etc.


Check Computer History Museum in Mountain View, (CA-Sierra Vista, AZ seems to have been made into a sister-city.)


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I Am “Infinite Jest” 2

I’m claiming the fair use provision for this book cover because I’m trying to show the size of this which I’m saying is/was an Armageddon-hoax, and it should or will soon be a Click-on for further details= I got it from a Wikipedia file.

Ed Schieffelin, founder of Tombstone, AZ



I’m trying to show by the juxtaposition that there’s some connection between my “French Connection” terrorized-life from Longfellow Avenue in the Bronx to the Tombstone, Arizona, near the U.S. “milint,” by this

1976 DD-214 shows old address and now I learn “Schieffelin” is/was a big pharmaceuticals name, to be looked into.

detail from my 1976 Army discharge paper, DD-214, mentioning my enlistment address, that that is sure to be more than coincidental, going from Longfellow to Schieffelin, then I’d had no real option but to join the Army as a way of surviving after high school graduation in 1973.

The Schieffelins in NY were one of E.L. “the father of petroleum” Drake’s first customers for the new oil product, in 1860.

JD Salinger, 1919 NYC-2010 Cornish, NH

Theodore Herzl, 1860-1904 allegedly

Fair use claim on this photo as I’m trying to trace why Mel Weinberg of Abscam was awarded the honorary citizenship, and in Dec. 1973 I’d been sent to Fort Sam Houston and then Fort Hood, leaving for Germany in Nov. 1974, 10-11 months in Texas. The photo is in “The Stingman” by Robert W. Greene, Elsevier-Dutton Pubg. Co., 1981, biography of Mr. Weinberg, who’d passed last year in Florida. I think that’s a body of water and rocks in the background. Anupam Kher, got an honorary Texas Citizenship last year, b. 1955.

8/27. Looking into Rabbi Loew I notice the Polish town Salinger was in was in his areas, viz the Golem.


McPherson convalesces in a hospital with her family in Douglas, Arizona 1926, after stating she escaped from kidnappers through the Mexican desert. District attorney Asa Keyes stands to the far left with Mildred Kennedy (mother); next to Roberta Star Semple in the middle left (daughter). On the far right Deputy District Attorney Joseph Ryan is alongside her son, Rolf McPherson. — Wiki descr. McPherson  [Aimee Semple McPherson, 1890 Ontario – 1944 Oakland, CA] convalesces in a hospital with her family in Douglas, Arizona 1926, after stating she escaped from kidnappers through the Mexican desert. District attorney Asa Keyes stands to the far left with Mildred Kennedy (mother); next to Roberta Star Semple in the middle left (daughter). On the far right Deputy District Attorney Joseph Ryan is alongside her son, Rolf McPherson. The two Los Angeles officials immediately isolated McPherson from her visiting family as they dutifully extracted her side of the kidnapping story. For the rest of the year, as the grand jury prosecution witnesses later contradicted themselves or were otherwise discredited, McPherson’s story, though vigorously attacked from every angle, was the only story that did not change(Epstein, Sister Aimee; p. 313). Click for PD.

On the right here obviously looks like Rockefeller, Jr., famous back then, but on the left I’m thinking that maybe that looks like Wm. Randolph Hearst and I’d have to then check all about him. The only thing I understand about Hearst the newspaper-chain king is that he was more or less the subject of that Orson Welles film, Citizen Kane, but I’d have to check because I don’t know what he’d looked like himself, just that Marion Davies love affair story, Xanadu/Hearst Castle somewhere on the southern California coast, and that “Rosebud” was actually about that the base of this system is actually, jism-oriented that it is, homosexual, that that’s what the name of that sled had “really” been about, is what I figure. Here they might have been discrediting Aimee Semple McPherson’s feminism, setting a trauma at age 36 into the future-brains of all her little ovary “seeds” that they were planning to get, maybe, by that kidnaping to right near where the Fort Huachuca has been since before the 1880 founding of Tombstone. I haven’t looked into this too much and notice that here she looks maybe like Loretta Lynn, and other photos she looks blonde. — A senator for Arizona recalls both Cybill Shepherd and another female to my mind and that set me to trying to figure where they’d have come from and I thought I’d check Ms. Semple McPherson but it seems she only had blonde hair some of the time, me trying to learn about Arizona for this. Then however Ms. S.P.’s kidnapping really was a big deal and it’s odd that she’d been held captive here where I’m — sort of having to — get to now, due to this Mountain View-Sierra Vista correlation. JDRockefeller Jr. had passed in Tucson, 1960 I think. There’d been some scandal with some relative’s marrying a maid who said there were problems with their cabin somewhere out around there and the book about that had disappeared from the desk and then the library before I could read it.

NangKlao, Rama III, 1788-1851, Siam; click-on.

Desi Arnaz (1917-1986) playing bongos c. 1950, publicity photo; click.

Elvis (1935-77) in 1957 promotion for Jailhouse Rock; PD,click-on.

















Rabbi Loew (pronounced Lev,) 1520 Poland-1609 Prague — Click-on.

Prophet Micah from the Ghent Altarpiece.










Joseph Henry, 1797 Albany, NY-1878 WDC

Thomas Huxley, 1825-1895









1995, Carroll & Graf Pubs., NY, by David King Dunaway on Aldous Huxley, d. Nov. 22 1963, Brave New World etc., but I don’t know who’s copyright the cover art is, who took the photo, which information I’d used to have till I’d lost all my papers in 2014, etc. I’m claiming fair use on using this book cover based almost merely on the “coincidence” that the real subject is this Rabbi Loew (pronounced “Lev,”} of Prague and he was the most famous for inventing the “Golem,” a big defender for the small townspeople and since this title is, to paraphrase, Huxley Re-collected, I’m extrapolating from the Golem to Dr. Frankenstein’s monster, that that’s what the photo sort of seems to want to bring to mind as the monster had been from parts collected from the nearby cemetery, is I guess the main reason this is here but I’d been using the image to try to get across that something was wrong with Huxley and now it looks like the whole desertification of the southwest and the 1947 “sound barrier”/ozone layer breaking, and whatever’s going on down there nowadays is connected to this Huxley, whose BNW novel did bring up and maybe end in the SW, as the savage reservation area.

I’ll be trying to fit Thomas Huxley and then Alexander “Boss” Shepherd to here, as these all look related and then also to my specific difficulties with this Armageddon business, but also “Boss” Shepherd wound up working not necessarily all that far south of the “Tombstone” area in Arizona, that I’d have to try to learn more about his mining in Mexico. Maybe I can get that shot of the odd book cover photo of Thomas Huxley’s grandson Aldous, that’s the same sort of the Armageddon difficulty-set personage, and then he’d lived just south of Muroc AFB, the whole desertified area of the continent seems to keep be spreading, making it seem maybe like the Gobi-situation.

8/31/19, Sat., The LURE is killing me and I’ve got too much to try to get done in this one last day till the “holiday” forced 2 days without being able to do much of any effort on this, etc. This little puzzle piece isn’t really meant to be humorous, but I stuck it here because it comes up so much with the Autism and I’m trying to work on it, but this Cybill Shepherd thing is getting worse as I’m looking into it, that she seems from another of the Ghent Altarpiece-era victim types, that those captive females that I think I’m connected to, that other one is the Sybil of Cunae and I don’t recall which prophet or what that is with her and will have to go try to dig all that up while I’ve also got some wild goose chase for info. connected to the “Boss Shepherd” historical character too and all kinds of things to try to go look up and do for my own self’s getting out of this LURE-torture, that it’s getting beyond beyond.

— Wiki says it’s prophet Micah and the Cumaean Sybil.

The set that seems like my imprisonment is the prophet Zechariah and the Erythraean Sibyl. Notice that she’s wearing a turban — it’s so bad that I think the system had gotten turban-wearing from that lady’s sincere attempts to keep papers intact, keep them safe wrapped under there, and they just stole that idea like everything else from her, etc., that then maybe even she’s pregnant and the “666” line of the brats was from that.

Click-on for my fair use disclaimer; publicity photo for “Red-Headed Woman,” 1932 film, with Jean Harlow holding a copy of bottle-wielding Anita Loos’ novel, “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” with the word Blondes crossed out and Red-heads written-in, as publicity for their new film, “Red-Headed Woman,” from a novel by a lady named Katharine Brush, 1902-1952, click there too….

I had to move this from above because it’s so bad, what the system makes of Harlow’s having a red head: — I’ll try to get back and explain this tomorrow. — I’m back but it’s the or a short day of the week and I’m swamped with things to look up and the usual difficulties, and thinking of just moving this to down by Elvis as I try to get the Rabbi Loew, pronounced “Lev” somehow, image, and that one of Aldous Huxley from the cover of “Huxley Recollected” or Re-Collected, like he was a/the Frankenstein’s monster put together, and one other thing floating on my mind somewhere, that scene from a John Steinbeck story where some guy tells the Pirate in a trailer, shows him, how to — and I couldn’t finish reading it then and haven’t been able to go through all those Steinbeck stories to be able to find the scene again, where the guy showed the Pirate that you could decapitate a cherubic child and they would just keep smiling through it, and maybe some other image-photo to go look for and maybe find now but also I’d sent out a copy of this post yesterday without putting the warning to not show it to anyone else, I’m so afraid of these “magic”-parasites’ manipulation of all these mass-reproduced peoples they’ve made, etc. — Oh yeah, the people I forgot to say that this blog-address is only for them, not to spread it around, are Tombstone people.

Fair use claim on this photo as I’m trying to trace why Mel Weinberg of Abscam was awarded the honorary citizenship, and in Dec. 1973 I’d been sent to Fort Sam Houston and then Fort Hood, leaving for Germany in Nov. 1974, 10-11 months in Texas. It’s in “The Stingman” by Robert W. Greene, 1981, biography of Mr. Weinberg, who’d passed last year in Florida. I think that’s a body of water and rocks in the background.

Sept. 3, 2019, bad one.

I’m thinking the Abscam scandal’s Mel Weinberg had gotten this honorary Texas citizenship for enabling hidden-camera pornography, the Abscam off of me then started up later. The caption reads, “Weinberg (right) in Austin, Texas, on March 3, 1971, receiving an honorary Texas Citizenship from Lieutenant Governor Ben Barnes (left). (from “The Stingman,” by Robert. W. Greene, Elsevier-Dutton, NY, 1981.)

I have alot of checking to do on many different subjects but they all always seem to be inter-connected and amount to this same TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION “difficulty” I’ve gotten saddled alone with. Cybill Shepherd was in north Texas and everything about her life is seeming to have been all set up behind her back like I’ve got, and then it seems like this Mel Weinberg “American Hustle” star-character was doing the same hidden-camera underworld ejaculo-people-manufacturing petroleum brain-eating masterminding similarly to her. Bad day this. — They’re giving me all kinds of difficulties. I guess that this Abscam-Weinberg was convolu-connected to the horror-film and petroleum industries, with the horror-film convolu-connected somehow to Warren Buffett, the whole world getting tied-up like that, pornography-crime and petroleum and film and this people-manufacturing and money. Plus I found an historical character nicknamed the swine that I’ll have to try to get back around and behind of somehow with my limited abilites on this search-engine, to where I’d seen an illustration that was loosely-connected to the first illustrations of native Americans and I’m looking for that but it’s so so obscure and I likely won’t be able to find another copy of it but will be spending “gobs” of my time here trying to anyway. I’m pretty sure it was credited to the well-known early illustrator named John White. He’s real famous, but in some other book I’d seen one or two extra pictures and I think his name was also on those and they’re not anywhere to be found now but whatever the details it’s important, and then I’m all convolu-wrapped up with that it probably goes back around to the ancestry of Ms. Shepherd, in real life, which is nearly impossible for me to keep separate from this “the swine” devil riding me’s warping any-/everything to their Armageddon or world-takeover/world-ownership, like right now they’ve got a plant doing a routine right into my left ear. They have manufactured so so many people and they just like to order people around, give orders under the guise of giving film directing -type directions, — I’m drowning in s***-throwup quicksand today after the phony “holiday” has been endured with all this sabotage on me (”little’ me.”) They have me mass-deleting these cellphone gmail items I feel like must have been put back onto there after the last time I’d done this one-by-one deleting them because the cellphone can only hold so much and then the gmail goes out of service, and I’m trying to get this illustration of a Roger Corman film through, that these things are all inter-connected. The system does anything, feels it has monopoly on anything, that has to do with “seeing,” everything about images, pictures, eyesight even, any of that they think belongs to their “portion” of the earth, that they want. But it isn’t this image of the Roger Corman film that they’re holding up letting the image-send to here get through about, it’s that I’d taken some other photos over the days off that they’re arranged for making a big deal off of. It’s too complex for me, and also I’m not good at photography so I’d taken at least 30 shots of what will wind up to be just a few that I’ll have to bring up here eventually and I guess “the bums” are prepared to make a big deal over that planted-subject that’d be bound to come up eventually so now it’s come up but doesn’t have anything to do with this other subject except that it’s all the same system, and none of it has to do with the drone-work of trying to find that John White illustration that I probably won’t be able to find again anywhere but will keep looking for, all my time frittered away all the time, holy horror, etc., all the time, and about nothing, just simple, Get off of other people, not even that, only a four-word description, Leave other people alone, “Get off of me!” it also could only come down to, me as a prime example that’s underneath you right now, get off of me, simplicity to this that in place of simplicity these goons are forcing TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION off of as they just want to not have anyone but themselves in charge of everything, not any nature-God-Creator, nothing except themselves as nature-God etc. — This should probably go down where I’ve started that file on how they’ve been reprising the different phases of this Armageddon-off of me, that Bath Beach post below. I wrecked this Infinite Jest2 post in putting this Mel Weinberg announcement-attempt that I really think he’d “hooked up” to have hidden-camera pornography taken of Cybill — whose name I’m afraid of too along with the “superstitition” about using so much of the language that they’ve sabotaged, both the words sibyl and shepherd being like things the system thinks it owns. And it brings up the subject of Roanoke, Virginia, where people had disappeared right off when this part of the world got “discovered.” John White had left people on Roanoke island and when he came back in 1580 they couldn’t be found but now I’m reading about this that also this sea caption nicknamed the swine then wouldn’t let any of White’s group get back onto the ship for where they’d been headed, just pausing to check on Roanoke is what I’m reading now, and then that first baby born here, Virginia Dare, was his grandchild and I think she’d wound up disappearing then again the same way the first group had, so that is all kinds of “drone work” I’ll have to be going through as I’m only trying to locate this lovely simple illustration I’d seen. Right now I’m waiting to try to get some of these lovely simple gmails through.File:Roanoke map 1584.JPG

This isn’t one of those, this is pasted from Wikipedia, PD: 1585 map of the east coast of North America from the Chesapeake Bay to Cape Lookout by John White. == That that’s an enormous area, like half of both the Virginia and North Carolina coasts, around 250 miles by land, from Newport News, VA to Cape Lookout, NC. Then that’s Roanoke Island about in the middle there. When I was trying to figure out all this about the many different “native” American tribes and early history here I’d somehow come across 2 books with John White’s (famous) illustrations in them except that one book had also had these other 1 or 2 illustrations, like a tribe of blonde-seeming females sitting around a barber-pole type Maypole with all flowers around everything and a couple of “discoverers” talking to one or 2 of the males with all those blonde-seeming females, my recollection of the picture/s only a little vague and I had gotten busied with trying to trace where those pictures’ originals could be found, who they are copyrighted to, where they had come from, etc. Then I’d probably gotten “bopped” off the subject by coming down with that “slug-pneumonia” like the system’s been bearing down on me for getting again for the past 10 days or so lately that I’ve been real nervous about being caused to become ill-sick again lately, to right now it’s always a running theme that this library is too cold-temperatured for me and then that chill works with how the system gets these “slug” bugs to form in my insides, that I can come in here okay-healthy but my innards get cold and I’ll be coughing-up green slugs by the end of the day if I’m not careful to keep myself fed well enough, have to be careful not to let myself get run down. Because then what they’ve running-theme been doing all these decades is then saying I spread “flu” colds that get unsuspecting masses of normal people “Armageddoned,” really is one of their standard tricks all these decades, that being homeless I can’t do much about staying indoors away from other people till I get well again, I have to go out and to a library every day, there isn’t any other place that I can go, etc., some of this millennial-scam off of the old Abscam scam has been being perpetrated by. Then that partner of Weinberg’s, John Good, he has a brother near here, not far from Archer City being my point, that I think looks like alot of those guys involved, like a big stereotype-push off of the petroleum industry’s usual company I mention besides the American Standard, etc.

— I found it, a drawing of it…. skip the word “drawing” though, the LURISTS use it alot.

I’ll be right back:

I don’t really like to link to anyone and I don’t have time to do a thorough check on what this site is really all about but this looks like a good article on that Juan Ponce de Leon big subject I’m still working on and it does link to this as the illustration I was looking for, this one, is by Jacques LeMoyne, not John White, just that they’re in a similar time-period that I have to get down specifically, but they’re system-parts all working together toward this same big dead-end, and here I think the secret is keeping the blondes a secret, same as with the space-venture, the greediness and covering up so that nobody else gets any, etc. — I was just in that part of Florida last year and didn’t see anything about this illustration but don’t I have Jacques Le Moyne all up in the St. Lawrence River, a big contemporary mural someone who’d just passed had recently made. These here are said to be the Timucuan people and I’ll be trying to look into this. I believe I’d somehow seen a “colorized” version of this same picture, and my impression was that those ladies were all blondes.

While I’m looking into that one could read this LegendsOfAmerica dot com/fl-fountainyouth/ that looks pretty good.

René Goulaine de Laudonnière and Jean Ribault; then they’ve got Hernando de Soto mixed in there too somehow, all to somehow be checked out by me. Why do I think those are a blonde people kept a secret….

Ghent Altarpiece detail, Cumae Sibyl’s headgear


My photograph didn’t come out, I’ll have to do it again, cropped too much off the top where there’s some little “mess” up on the very top there and I thought I’d gotten it — maybe I hadn’t thought it over enough yet but I did over the weekend then in conjunction with this other “mess” I’m gotten into, and putting the 2 similar things together and then seeing an illustration of a pineapple somewhere I came to the conclusion that that’s what this headdress is supposed to be represent-symbolizing, a pineapple, and then it comes down in a veil you can barely notice here, a veil down to her shoulders. Then I just stuck this “A New World” thing I’d found while working on this other subject and it happens to have a depiction of a pineapple in it so it reminded me to find this from when I’d sent it before the “holiday” weekend that this had been. What it means is that this lady and then probably also the other sibyl from the front or closed view of the medicine-cabinet or cupboard-like Ghent Altarpiece, that these ladies had come to Ghent from the New World, ta-da. They were prisoners and still are Continue reading

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I Am “Infinite Jest”

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The “Catch in the Rye” went about halfway down this first blog page for now.

Ms. Y., Victoria

CW2Nason-please see the bottom of this file. — I’m starting to see a correlation between my business and the whole chronology of DFW …Ed Schieffelin, 1880, Tombstone, Arizona — Now I find that “Schieffelin” was a big name in pharmaceuticals, example here on my 1976 DD-214 that I’d joined the army from living on Schieffelin Place in the Bronx, after that Longfellow Avenue “French Connection” neighborhood.  I have to try to look into this next (7/21/19) HistPhBiblio.pdf  = I didn’t see them listed in this bibliography, 1995, and I’m not sure why it was a free download except it’d be how you find books to buy, and I can’t make it work elsewhere so I’m sticking it here for now…. Petroleum-family also, 1860, to check into now. …  Ms. Remus please check the file to you.] — [I’m going to try to type the Planet Trillaphon, David Foster Wallace, 1962-] — [Kenji maybe isn’t allowed to contact me.]  “Amy” – please check here. [Previously written:] I’m not exaggerating. I’d made some error, a trap-trick laid out for me, with that then-new Microsoft program with all those clouds — it could be the same one I’m using today for all I notice on these library computers,   Continue reading

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This is water, also.

Sign is because the photographer’s family name translates to pained and I am only going by that this is the best photo of the piece, feel that I have to use it if the piece is to be researched.

Finally, a copy of a photograph of the mosaic; CC-SA 3.0 by Sergio d’Afflitto, 2012. Palestrina mosaic

Sergio D’Afflitto -I’m going to try to coordinate it with this by Archelaos (cdlib dot org.)

English: tier: Homer seated on a throne; behind him, Oikoumene (Arsinoe III?) and Cronos (Ptolemy IV?); crouching beside the throne, the Iliad and the Odyssey; on the left of the altar, the Myth (as a child); on the right of the altar, from left to right, History, Poetry, Tragedy and Comedy, then Nature (Physis), Virtue (Arete), Memory (Mneme), Good Faith (Pistis), Wisdom (Sophia). Upper tier: Zeus; middle tiers: Muses. Probably made in Alexandria, Ptolemaic Egypt.
marble, 118 cm 46.4″, between 225 and 205 bc, british museum, main floor room 22, alexander the great and the hellenistic world, accession number GR.1819.8-12.1 (Cat. Sculpture 2191
check from Bovillae on the Via Appia, purchased from Messrs May, 1819, Source/Photoggrapher: Marie-Lan Nguyen, 2011, I, the copyright holder of this work, release this work into the public domain. This applies worldwide. In some countries this may not be legally possible; if so: I grant anyone the right to use this work for any purpose, without any conditions, unless such conditions are required by law. https ://en . wikipedia . org/wiki/Bovillae

[Previously written notes:] It doesn’t look like I recall it to have looked, it had looked like a “Jomon” face to me years ago. — What I’ve been thinking, and it would take me a year to look into all this archaeology for any much furthering of this, is that someone had made the mosaic to try to show how they’d been sneak-invaded and taken prisoner, perhaps from Lake Nemi to Palestrina, and then that this Archelaos piece is trying to show the imprisonment, the character at the top keeping guard over the family-group.

— I have to add that “Oath of Horatii” whole business to here, check Curiaiti, all that. —

Now I’m going to put another copy of the mosaic with then the St. Nilus-Otto III mural from Grottaferratta, trying to signify that maybe the invaders are in the low right of the mosaic and are represented later by the mural-group:

Sergio d’Afflitto photo, 2012; CC-SA 3.0.

“St. Nilus Meeting the Emperor Otto IIII” by Domenichino, Grottaferrata, Italy, mural.

Otto III looks to me like Jeffery Amherst, of the college’s name:





“Boleslaw I Chrobry (the Brave) Greeting Otto III on his Pilgrimage to the Tomb of St. Adalbert at Gniezno, 1000” https://resources.library.lemoyne.edu/arts/de-ropp-polish-art-collection/paintings. First of a series of 7 temperas painted by the Brotherhood of St. Luke, Warsaw, for the 1939 NY World’s Fair, then donated to this college in Syracuse, NY.

Detail, left panel, Judgment of Emperor Otto III diptych by Dieric Bouts

Detail, right Judgment of Emperor Otto III diptych, Bouts

I think that these 2 figures and the one standing over the Emperor Otto III in the Bouts diptych below look like the that aide to Otto III right above here, holding that pike or stick sideways, showing that there’s some continuity between the old diptych and the 1938 painting.

Of course it’s too terribly gory to get much attention but these characters in the below painting seem to me to be where our global-system has come from, which I’m trying to explain comes from insane people who are taking us to TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION by their parasitism if for not any other reasons.



Judgment of the Emperor Otto III, Dieric Bouts. Click for attribution, etc: Otto III

The figure on the far right got cut out in my photo of the image. Because this file’s titled “This is water, also,” right now I’ll mention that the figures’ becoming excited over the misfortune seem to have nicknamed ejaculation as “water.”

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— I’ll put these pieces elsewhere after awhile but for now I’ll have to plop this “Apotheosis of Homer” by Ingres, 1827 here for a bit, in the figuring that from this relief sculpture the Jomon were supplanting the original “Homer’s” type of people. They may have basically been of the “Trojan” people. Ingres is one of the Stereotypes to watch out about. Click-on:

File:Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres, Apotheosis of Homer, 1827.jpgIngres’ Apotheosis of Homer

Below, Mantegna’s Triumphs of Caesar: described at URLhttps://www.royalcollection.org.uk/collection/403958/the-triumphs-of-caesar-1-the-picture-bearers — painted from 1484-92 all of them altogether. I figure that this follows the invasion, which I guess is after the Domenichino’s St. Nilus/Otto III. This work is in the public domain in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the copyright term is the author’s life plus 100 years or less. It’s at Hampton Court Palace, maybe in its Orangery, in the Royal Collection. They have a nice website but I don’t want to run into copyright difficulties. hampton palace, royal collection. — albright-knox gallery in buffalo it looks like the email is supposed to be from, and maybe where this captioned one also is from. 1- The Picture-Bearers:File:Triumph1-Mantegna-picture-bearers.jpg2- The Bearers of Standards/the Statue-bearers:File:Triumph1-Mantegna-picture-bearers.jpg3-Bearers of Trophies and Bullion:File:Triumph2-Mantegna-bearers-of-standards.jpg4- … File:Triumph3-Mantegna-bearers-of-trophies-and-bullion.jpg 5?… Wikioo.org - The Encyclopedia of Fine Arts - Painting, Artwork by Andrea Mantegna - Triumphs of Caesar 5It’s Wiki Infinity

This one’s the elephantsWikioo.org - The Encyclopedia of Fine Arts - Painting, Artwork by Andrea Mantegna - Triumphs of Caesar 2https ://www . albrightknox . org /artworks/1891478-captives-series-triumphs-caesar

it should be in there somewhere, where I got the Senators panel from, the Triumphs of Caesar







9= this is the Caesar, and he looks just like Oswald Avery! I’ll try to find a lighter-colored version and straighten out the above and missing pieces, learn more about it.File:Triumph9-Mantegna-Julius-Caesar.jpg


(the Parnassus-mishmash disaster moved to here:) Parnassus, by Mantegna (1431-1506) — details only

It’s the offspring, not the couple he’s threatening.

The dancer is pointing to the hole in the arch, holding that dancing ribbon in her other hand; it looks like she’s signing to someone off the canvas.

I guess this semioticizes the throwing incendiaries, “Greek fire,” at the kid, that is most of warfare now, missiling them, kapow.

Mantegna’s “Parnassus” detail of the “demon” and the baby.4/4, the kid’s got like some sort of a long flute or pea-blower in his hand, this isn’t a good copy of it…







top-left corner detail.

I can’t lighten this image unless I crop and lighten and send it from the cellphone off of a whole copy, but it should be lightened a bit, the smoke or clouds above the “demon” character. Maybe it’s supposed to semioticize that in the cave there are the “Autists” or the Krakow staircase-growth Autists, voyeuring on the nudity, not any too differently from today. I think all of the people in this painting and the “Pallas Chasing the Vices” sort of a partner to this one in the Louvre, were grown by the “Joseph ‘Lepanto’ Nasi” (1521-1579) semi-mythical-seeming person and ovary-begetter that it seems like all of this play-directing global-system way of taking over the planet all or mostly all comes from.

So far this is the only copy I can find. It goes with the Mantegn’s “Parnassus” painting just below here right now.







Detail, bottom-right corner of the “Pallas Chasing the Vices,” by Mantegna, Louvre.



The guy with his arm on the horse and this one in the similarly-fuzzy because of my camera’ being like bottom-line, look like the same type if not the same person specifically, this one having breasts, and the headband he’s wearing has “Arrogancia” printed on it, the guy they’re carrying’s has “Ignorancia” on it and the guy holding “Ignorancia’s” chest has the Italian word for Ingratitude printed on it, Ingraziado or some such. The look like the three characters in Raphael’s Leo X portrait, which I’ll spare us of right now. Continue reading

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Ghent Altarpiece

Ghent Altarpiece (I’m not sure where I’d found this better copy. I’d guess it’d be PD wherever I’d found it from, probably. I heard that the Getty did some big job on it but I’ve been afraid to use them in case of accidentally using anything that costs anything.

Ghent Altarpiece Wiki PD

Ghent Altarpiece attempt

Ghent Altarpiece – Cumaean Sibyl

Ghent Altarpiece – Micah

Ghent missing panel

The Ghent Altarpiece and its Donor, Joos Vijt

Joos Vijd, Ghent Altarpiece donor

The Ghent Altarpiece’s “2 Johns.” I guess they’re respectively asking if the donors want food and drink, but that drink is really some weird anthropophagy-looking potion. — — See this peculiar “cup” he’s holding; it looks like it has a miniature person in it. Plus I’m starting to figure that the “donors” they’re communicating with are “carny” acts, circus-types.

“Mrs.” Joos


https ://auto dot .howstuffworks dot . com/da-vinci-car1 . htm == I have to move that later.


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These “Jomon” think they are Gandalf (the fiction wizard,) John Clarke, b. 1609 -1676I

John Clarke, 1609 Sussex UK-1676 Newport, RI

These planeticidists bombard me with all kinds of difficulties in getting to the library so that I’m off-track of what I’m trying to think on and onto their “directors'” track of any distraction off the subject of their planeticiding. There are too many different subjects going on here right now. I was looking for a “picture” to represent the Jonestown Massacre of when I got to San Francisco and recalled that Dr. Feinstein had passed somewhere around that time and in looking for a picture to represent that he did trepanning/trephining I found this big name in how we got to this (TPE-bound) situation. In real life I have to get out of the planeticidists’ having me in this LURE-situation I’m in, etc., so I don’t really have time to get started into the historical research of what these John Clarks et al. were doing to us back then. But it’s important that Ninigret was their big partner and while I’m looking for that illustration the planeticidists are doing more “tricks” onto me out here. — I’m sure that trying to check the cult awareness network won’t turn out to be of any assistance to me to speak of because I’d tried to look them up once a few years ago and they’d become “like everyone else” only is for me or nowadays or what’s going on, but I’m covered with these “brain surgeons'” minions all over me and can’t type much right now, am busy trying to look up other things, — now I recall, I’d thought to connect a paragraph from that DFW “Planet Trillaphon,” let me try to go find that real quick…. This is the paragraph I’m trying to chop down to just the parts that I connect to the Prehistoric-descended Autism, paragraph 7 of the original. He’s in prep school getting ready to go to Brown University:

7- In the summer I worked for Exeter Building and Grounds Department, crying and throwing up into the bushes. My boss at “B and G,” Mr. Film, had a riddle he thought was funny; “What’s the color of bowel movement? Brown! har har har!” and I’d smile because Mr. Film was on the whole nice, and he didn’t get mad when I threw up in his truck once. I told him my scar was from getting cut up with a knife in high school, which was essentially the truth.

p.227; says he was beaten by a first-class mind.

The DFW story says someone had hurt him, told Mr. Film that other people were violent, and that’s similar to this “goat story’s” figurative description, that the “Jomon,” like Mr. Film, had had another kind of a developmental disability and took the accusation against other people as premise for war against “the others” and this warring is so baseless that little uninvolved me out here has wound up at the bottom of this baseless garbage.


… Giffords-Ryan … say what again … — [I can’t use question marks, check the lingo-wingo-dingo section*…. * Terminology]

John Dee, 1527-1608/9, London. Click.


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The Catch in the Rye

dextersinister dot org/MEDIA/PDF/GuileWeaver dot pdf = this is a report on pseudonymic or anonymous writing JD Salinger had likely done and I think that that “Planet Trillaphon” piece is either underground-dictated by him or one of his numerous  offspring-descendant donations to this cannibalism-based brain-eaters’ global-system, am having to check on this now.

deadcaulfields dot com/012713 dot htm

H.J.v.Wisselingh, 1816 Amersfoort -84, by Courbet

Pierre Salinger, Bill Moyers, Ted Sorensen, Jack Valenti, LBJ, Jan. 21, 1964; PD, click-on.

H.J. van Wisselingh; Click.








J.D. Salinger, 1919-2010, by Rbt. Vickrey

Theodore Herzl, 1860-1904 allegedly

1919 NYC-2010 Cornish, NH

Courbet, the cliffs/la falaise d’Etretat.









Detail of the Rbt. Vickrey portrait of JD Salinger

I haven’t any idea why this appears to be out of place in the viewing but not the editing mode.

There’s more. In looking into this painter of the Etretat cliff, across that bay from the D-Day landings that included Salinger carrying his typewriter ashore it’s said, by Gustave Corbet, (Gustave Courbet 1819 Fr.-1877 Sw.,) I came across this portrait of Courbet’s dealer (that’s what they call the art dealers informally,) whose portrait is in the link, and I’m thinking that perhaps he was tall like Herzl and Salinger, and this is throwing off my trying to get assistance for myself as usual, that I’d like to keep trying to find out about this Hendrik Jan van Wisselingh, 1816-1884. The portrait was purchased by the Kimbell Art Museum in Fort Worth in 1984. Right now I’ve got it left big where the email-sends first arrive till they’re moved into place somewhere, which would be here but it looks okay where it is for this time being and my uber-point is that the Autists were always cliff-pushers, that’s where ‘most everybody went, tricked up to cliffs and “disappeared,” where all the Europeans and probably the Asian residents had gone as this world-takeover scam has wound up being done off of me increasingly over the last 6 decades now and I’m trying to explain the human race’s way out of this necessitated extinction because if for not any other reason that the boys are parasites and parasites eventually destroy till there’s nothing left and then they go too. “Rye” is the source of ergot mold. It’s seeming like Dr. (Albert) Hofmann had claimed he’d made LSD from ergot because the system was covering up its longtime use of it as a murder-poison but I think their interest in it had originally been that they could get high off of it, as feral prehistorics with the Bad Thing making all their cells wretch, jonesing without their New World drugs when they got to and invaded the Old World, the drugs were less strong in the Old World, were milder types, maybe like cannabis isn’t like LSD, which is really from

— That was meant to be a reference to the DFW style. —

Original Ghent A. Just Judges panel, photographed prior to the theft in April 1934.

Replacement Ghent A. Just Judges panel circa 1939.











Detail of the original Ghent Just Judges panel, photographed before theft in April 1934.

Same area of the 1939 replacement panel by Jef van der Veken.

Now they’re terrorizing me with this thing as I took another look at the Wikipedia file’s image and it’s looking different and I went to send a copy of how it looks different and the system’s withholding that email from reaching here, and then that botches up my completion of anything is how that works, so that maybe in 6 months from now I’ll try to look at this again and will have to start over nearly from scratch.


Detail enlargement, Just Judges panel, Ghent Altarpiece.

Detail of the original Ghent Just Judges panel, photographed before theft in April 1934.




I give up. I didn’t find any citation on where this seemingly-only pre-theft photograph of the famous set had come from. I think the piece was stolen because it reflects the relationship between “little Adolf” and d. 1904 at age 44 Theodore Herzl and Hitler had become famous and it was possible someone might recognize that the 2 types were a duo. I say Herzl didn’t die young like that, he was healthy, that he’d just gone underground to do this “‘magic’ show” of then the WWI, that little Adolf had participated in up around Verdun, that I’d be trying to get maps to show where that is in relation to Cherbourg, is what I’m supposed to do next but instead I’d be busy trying to re-send this “catching” them in playing a photography-trick where the 2 dark enlargements look different from each other, this one, which I could make bigger but I was just going to put them side by side, looks like the guy is holding a red flower like a rose or chrysantheum (sp.) and that the guy in the ermine has a beard. In my taking a second look at it it looks like his fingers are just Italian-style talking to someone and that his hat has a wide brim that only looks like it’s the other guy’s mustache and beard. [It arrived late.] — 20 August, 2019, there isn’t any link between 19-year old Adolf’s time in Verdun and JD Salinger’s D-Day arrival on the northern coast, I’d thought Verdun was up north but it’s up north in correlation to that he’d enlisted from Munich. Verdun is on the route to Paris from central Germany, through Metz to Paris. I figure Herzl was under wherever Hitler was working-up this “‘magic’ seeing,” the visions and voices “signals” communications and grooming Adolf along. But that doesn’t seem to have anything yet to do with Salinger’s going to Cherbourg. I put the photo of Pierre Salinger because I figure his name was trick-involved as history kept rolling along. Continue reading

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Universe Rescue attempt — I’m trying to put the blog backwards but thereby into chronological order, so it’ll be even a little more disorganized seeming than usual for this short bit till I figure out how to do this for new readers to this TPE (TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION) situation.

Most of these “spam” Comments I’ve been getting have been on this Old Siam post that had just happened to wind up in the first-post area when I’d condensed these materials at some point and had never gotten back here to straighten these files out any so I moved that file to the fifth post spot and don’t really have any big content for here in mind yet, am just learning about these Comments and spam business and have all my usual difficulties with not having any normal Communications with any contemporaries ever and that it’s so unsafe to be around me that I can’t encourage anyone to read and comment on any of this material anyway. Even this Old Siam business, I’m really serious that alot of the global-system strategy seems to have involved old set ups the system had done there but covered over as their plans don’t really work out the way the system figures they will because the system-makers aren’t healthy-minded, they come from developmentally disabled peoples and those’s trying to have this planet to themselves.

(– Strange; when I changed this post position to this material by moving the Vajiravudh material to the fifth post or the Man In Oriental Costume post which I think was #6, all similar to that, then all the comments changed from being on the Vajiravudh post to being on the title that I’d put in that slot, nothing to do with content. No one was commenting on the Vajiravudh business but it was about the messiest file I’d had so I’d just straightened it out a little finally and then just moved it now, 1/25/19, into this 2015 area of the UniverseRescue real life attempt “blog” they call these internet-attempts.)

Feb. 17, 2019: I’m going to try to see if it’s better to try to run the blog backwards, that all the repetition for the first post and all this “emergency-style” writing is getting on my nerves but I can’t work on cleaning this up till tomorrow and first I have to wait for the oxygen-delivery or exchange and once it’d taken the whole day so I’ll see how much if any time I get tomorrow. Have to sign off now. Oh s***, somehow the Comments at the bottom of the sidebar are different than I’d left them yesterday. The parasites are running a big LURE today because of this coming to the downtown library and new thing to the blog, etc…. Feb. 19, it’s worse than the usual holocaust-LURE, it seems a “gridlock,” some military-type corralling people they seem to have done yesterday.

Now they’re pulling some one of their standard ritual-tricks to sabotage my being able to get any assistance, they stage these performances all day long any day all around me. It’s similar to the phony business about the 1964 Kitty Genovese murder-scandal, claiming that nobody had helped the girl and that that’s because everyone is apathetic, and the whole thing was a staged “spoof” likely engineered by Lenny Bruce, one of his cousins, 2 of them. In this case some guy’d sat down a little conspicuously which automatically horrifies me it’s one of the fraud-parent-things the system seems to have manufactured maybe by the tens of thousands, and after I’d relaxed and was able to get back to trying to straighten out this disaster here they sprang this scene of his “conspicuously” being called aside and it sounded like he was being told/asked to please go to some other library, there are plenty of them around, like, we don’t want you/your kind here, — like Kathy Foshay is supposed to stand up and walk over to where this scene is a few yards away and ask this stranger-strange-clerk what it is that she’s telling him or when he sat back down to get his things and leave in 5 seconds I was then supposed to quit what I’m doing and ask him what she’d said to him — uhhuh, like it’s any of my business, when I can tell that it’s just staged “Armageddon Program” acted performance that I can’t do anything about whatever it is, I never know any of these people who’re around me, there isn’t any way to tell who is and who isn’t a real sadist, what kind of person is a nice-type victim and which isn’t, everything is kept to be convoluted by the brain-eaters’ “Limitless”-type thinking process ways, while under the influence they’ve always believed they’re just smarter and better than other people and it was only finally disproven with the moon rocks’ analysis and they’ve kept all that like swept under the rug.

3/14/19, Thursday, if there’s any interest in getting to see my progress to this point, one could use this link to skip down to the most recent post, probably. Still all alone with the whole planeticide being forced-through:


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“Man In Oriental Costume”

(1/25/19 note, Whatever I’d said back before the Nov. 2015 car-hit has been way changed to that this “Man In Oriental Costume/The Turk” stereotype-prototype seems to be at the root of forcing the Autist boys onto everyone on the planet, making the Hollywood stars and politicians or agents and campaign managers of those at least out of them and we’re just covered with these clap hands clap hands fancy smart boy males everywhere, because these guys who look like in this portrait took it up to champion the underdog-seeming developmentally disabled brain-eating psychoto-psychopath and ejaculating partners of themselves then onto everywhere on earth, and now I’m like living with this “MIOC” in a few hybrid stereotypes of itself like the Allen Ginsberg-type especially, suck-living invisibly all over myself, way less “understanding and lenient” than I’d been back when I’d started this file. They “magically” have a baby screaming somewhere across the library now, for instance of the 24/7 suck-living off of me that’s been hidden at the bottom of this Armageddon of theirs against the rest of the populace of the earth that there’d used to be.)

3/13/19, Wednesday, they’re bottomless sadists, but then they’ll hallucino-do a comedy routine of running around without pants on, have a Ginsberg-type do that.

3/15/19, Now I recall that when I’d started this blog and real Universe rescue-attempt I’d really believed that these guys were sincere and were all victimized. I had to delete the little pdf-pictures that had accompanied this file because of Permissions business but it showed that I’d really believed them to be sincerely normal-thinking back in 2015. — Now I’m reading the 11/8/15 note and there’s yet another copy of the illustration I’d taken to using nearly like an “idol” or token-representation of this Man In Oriental Costume type, that I’m now figuring they’re all “essentially insane.” I can’t delete this copy of the cartoon as easily as I just got rid of the other 2 because it’s interconnected with what the time-period was like, so I hope that behind my back not any big deals are sneak-being made about my business always totally alone out here. I’ll have to work on putting this and the other from the same book together, and for now to have to leave it in place, etc. If a copyright holder wants to object I wish they’d make some Comment instead of running to the underground with complaints against me that I’ll never learn existed. Plus, I’ve never even gotten any normal Comment to this blog. Two times Comments have appeared where I’d never seen them as being Approvable or Unapprovable, they were just on here all of the sudden by themselves:

A pdf’d note from Kathy Foshay, me, (11/8/15) — 11/8/15 note .pdf

“Man in Oriental Costume” from the NGA, gallery 48, by Govaert Flinck from the Rembrandt school….

Man In Oriental Costume, National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC, gallery 48, donated by Andrew Mellon circa 1934 when he’d built the building. (I’ll have to double-check that about building the building. He’d bought this from The Hermitage (Leningrad.)

I’m trying to get this into the “Jesus et al.” file but I’m new at this and time is limited, —  no puns ever meant here, and it’s very difficult for me not to be taken out of context. Please try to find some of the WARNINGS I have to try to get through along with all of this about how we’re being herded to TOTAL PLANETARY EXTINCTION by this “top-secret” underground system. Right now I’m getting ready to start the seasonal bell-ringing employment for The Salvation Army on Monday, 11/9/15, so I won’t have as much time for trying to set up this blog-/website but I haven’t had employment-income in ten years so that will be a big help with helping to try to get this website going, me always trying to locate some responsible adult assistance for this TPE problem off of all the “unstraightened out” past we’ve got, now with this new computer-time all of the sudden.


March-April 2014 flyer, I’ll type the words soon. But it seems pretty dangerous to bring up because the hospitalizations spate started immediately and is still going on.


flyers 20121.pdf – That first one is a practice draft paper. The second one was 3 days before this 3/17/14 version on the left. The 3/14 flyer said, The solar system broke when lost people accidentally extincted the dinosaurs by egg-smashing and mammoths by cliff-driving then turned to cannibalism and wars, space a crime scene as spirits had tried to help here. Washington was undermined starting in 1794 as the “Autists” established at 10th and E Streets, NW,* as St. Patrick’s Church, the Civil War mainly a distraction from their new oil business in Pennsylvania, made from decomposed holocaust-victims and extra people they grew from purloined ovaries for that purpose. They just dye the ova-eggs and invented the U.N.-cultures to go with the colors. Around 1988 Reagan-saboteur Michael K. Deaver (d. 2007,) started preparing this 425 2nd Street, NW, homeless shelter building for this “Armageddon-making Show” as holocaust-LURE that’s been being done off of me since about 1964, me getting to the D Street side-door “John L. Young” shelter for women in 2005 and no one responding to my hundreds of letters that we’re going to TOTAL PLANETARY EXTINCTION unless someone helps me to explain about the Autism and getting the solar system re-started, till some responsible people are located to be working on this. I’m surrounded visibly and invisibly by profiteers and Neanderthals and others dependent on the wrongful-narcotics from brain serum, these letters and old hidden-camera pornography of me and insult-jokes made into the marathon and nonstop “show” to trick victims to inquiring I guess, as no one is ever interested or reaches me. I don’t have any telephone, computer-use or friends. I’m trying to reach (so and so) that it’s maybe a violation of the nonprofit status () not to help me as there won’t be any freedom unless I get freed of this bizarre nonstop invisible torture all over me by anyone’s, any female’s, helping me to write letters until responsible people are working on fixing the Autism-situation and getting the solar system re-started.

Three days later I had this version: I’m the most invisibly-tortured person ever, the secret-underground using me to complete their Revelation-Armageddon threats and I know we’re headed for TOTAL PLANETARY EXTINCTION. Nothing the system says is really true. It’s holocaust-dangerous by anybody that gets a letter-writing helper to me can have 50% of future-profit off of the hundreds of letters and flyers I’ve distributed around here these past 9 years trying to explain that the system comes from people with Autism psychopathy so bad that it caused the solar system to cease evolving back when they’d turned to cannibalism after accidentally extincting the dinosaurs by egg-smashing. In 1794 they established on 10th Street,* NW, as St. Patrick’s Church and it looks like the Civil War was mostly for distraction while they set up their new oil industry out of Pennsylvania, growing people from stolen ovaries to be decomposed and processed into kerosene, gasoline, rocket fuel and now plastics. They have Neanderthals with wrongful-narcotics (brain) dependence all over me who probably keep anyone away from contacting me in the belief that they own me and this “show” off of me that attracts unawares victims. I wrote to (so and so) because he used to know Reagan-saboteur Michael K. Deaver who’d hooked this building and “Armageddon-making Show” off of me together, but his () group hasn’t responded. I think it would be safest for all if they did try to reach me. It’s probably an abuse of their non-profit status to just ignore my request. I’m hard to reach, with no telephone or email or friends, just walk from this D Street, NW, side-door to a CVS and the 9th and G MLK library every day.

[ *I’ll try to put these square brackets for updated mentions, here being that that 10th and E Streets, NW is now directly across the street from the main FBI building, then the Dept. of Justice further down the street, that back in 1794 those were underground-digging people who’d moved in there, how they’d figured this North American takeover to be perpetrated, setting the underground up from there, doing their people-growing down that way, raising know-nothings to fill the buildings they took over and re-did. Then this 9th and G is inter-connected to that and they brought what I believe is a hoax-Mies van der Rohe to design that library that I’d spent most of this millennium in.] [3/30/19, Now I’m realizing that Mies had probably had the Autism I’m saying had partnered with the other group or groups for the world-takeover, that getting an “understudy” identity-replacer was likely even his own idea, that it was a “joke” to pull that on us here….]

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[These first few files will have to go under the Navigation in some Pre-blog topic, but for now I’m typing them here because it’s lonely back there.]

Then this spate of the phonied-up hospitalizations started. The files are a wreck so I’ll be trying to make these legible soon. This was written while at George Washington University Hospital for 9 days in 2014 when this “low oxygen” torture-scam began. Current notes or comments are in the square brackets [-]:

4/25/14, Friday, Dear George Washington University Hospital,

I have everything on my mind, so that it’s impossible to try describing just a little bit, where the paperwork I hand out also seems to be worrying the homeless shelter but without samples here with me now I can’t try just describing some of everything, it sounds baseless.

The global-system has really been doing those threats and promises at the back of the “Bible” off of me and in order to try to get this all off of me I’ve had to try to find the source of all the problems and it seems like I’ve got about most of it, and ideas for getting everything fixed, [I try to never use that drug-slang abuse word anymore, current comments in the square brackets if any,] but my work has been used for getting the Armageddon sneak-perpetrated in that I go around looking for assistance with this and interested people are “Armageddoned” it seems, and no fixing of anything has gotten done.

— I just got some good news, the lady at the shelter says not to worry about my paperwork, copies of all the letters I’ve distributed on this since 2005, they’re all I’ve got, hundreds of them… and I can only offer 50% of future-profit from them for trying to interest a potential helper. I thought maybe I’d found one and was bringing a job to him this morning until there was this surprise involuntary trip to here, seemingly 1/2 over the letter-writing, as there were 2 or 3 new pieces of it around. This morning’s is that I thought a possibly-interested person might forward a 1-page letter to the president for me. I get no responses and thought he might be able to get that through, a chaplain that’s from the Central Union Mission that’s recently moved from R Street and 14th down to the other side of the Georgetown University Law Center from the homeless shelter that I’ve been stranded in for 9 years, since 2005. They’d had some big sign out front that reminded me of (Dr.) Temple Grandin’s blueprints for slaughterhouses, so I’d brought them some of my material on Dr. Grandin and the desk lady said the chaplain might be finding this all to be interesting and I’d worked hard to get this 1-page done extra, by Friday for him to give it a look-see. [Page 3 is missing. This is rough and unedited yet.]

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Revelation copy; PD

This is from the Project Gutenberg and I’ll have to try to figure out what they wrote about at the bottom, or else there’s another copy of the King James version somewhere in the mishmashed posts from before I got this social security and had gotten to Florida; etc. — The invisible monsters seem to have disappeared my touched-up photo of Wm. Blake’s Great Mystery of Babylon lady, that goes to Chapter 17; I’ll fill it back in later. — They’d disappeared 2 of the ones I’ve sent to here, here’s the 3rd:

Blake’s Great Mystery lady of Babylon

They go in around chapter 17-21 I think. It was real difficult for me to find this before the system let me on to computers again in 2015-16. Then I’d search-engine located it and cellphone-painted on a little bikini top and sent it and then it disappeared and I sent it with a yellow bikini top and that disappeared also. I’m thinking that maybe “they” or the Babars or what object to my altering the work by painting over it a bit because this is meant to be a site that anyone could visit and I find that objectionable considering all of the filthy-minded little ejaculo-headed boys the system has been manufacturing, I don’t want any prurient interests around here and that’s all that the poor little boys have or seem to me to have or be used for is prurient interests so I prefer the little top but it’s near-impossible for me to draw anything with the cellphone utility or application or program and so I finally have to settle for however closest I can get it to what I want. My point is really that that which she is sitting on is what this 26 years of this “Armageddon Show/Program/-making” has been like for me, me just sat on and tortured by all those bums obsessed with that main character and the bums eating the spirit people to extinction, me buried under those beasts’ heads, her sitting on my rear. — Then I found this other one, from the heel of the Italian peninsula, in Galatina’s basilica:

fresco from St. Catherine of Alexndria basilica in Galatina, Italy (PD; click.)

What this “Great Mystery of Babylon” depiction is I’m not sure yet, haven’t been able to get more information than what Wikipedia has, just the name of the church and town it’s in. They look like the 2 from the Vatican’s “Disputation of St. Catherine,” Jem and a relative, it’s difficult tracing much of anything for me let alone something a little complex like who was who circa 1400. Here’s the text of what I’m saying was written by nutcases for this that they’re doing off of me today:

1:1 The Revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave unto him, to shew unto his servants things which must shortly come to pass; and he sent and signified it by his angel unto his servant John: 1:2 Who bare record of the word of God, and of the testimony of Jesus Christ, and of all things that he saw. 1:3 Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand. 1:4 John to the seven churches which are in Asia: Grace be unto you, and peace, from him which is, and which was, and which is to come; and from the seven Spirits which are before his throne; 1:5 And from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, 1:6 And hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen. 1:7 Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him, and they also which pierced him: and all kindreds of the earth shall wail because of him. Even so, Amen.

1:8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty. 1:9 I John, who also am your brother, and companion in tribulation, and in the kingdom and patience of Jesus Christ, was in the isle that is called Patmos, for the word of God, and for the testimony of Jesus Christ. 1:10 I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s day, and heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet, 1:11 Saying, I am Alpha and Omega, the first and the last: and, What thou seest, write in a book, and send it unto the seven churches which are in Asia; unto Ephesus, and unto Smyrna, and unto Pergamos, and unto Thyatira, and unto Sardis, and unto Philadelphia, [now Alesehir,] and unto Laodicea. [All places on the Turkish coast.] Continue reading

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The Prehistoric Origins of Our System’s Problems

This is the basis of everything I’m trying to explain but I can’t get to it yet, trying to explain that in the early walking days of man the sun must have appeared to come up off of the ground in the distance and some early people got “OCD,” obsessive compulsive, to catch that warm light-bringer and they wouldn’t quit walking east even when it led them up into Siberia and then across Beringia into Alaska, and in all that trekking there were injuries, probably when newborns were laid down in the snow during emergencies, getting what I call “freezer burns” to certain spots and when the people finally got to some normal climate they were exhausted and fell into a pattern of using the nests of dinosaurs to sleep in and those dinosaurs would, like birds, bring food to the nests for the young and the food must have been like mashed hallucinogen-laced flowered plants and toads. The humans never got out of the nests, became parasitic on and jealous of the young of the dinosaurs, smashing the eggs so they’d get more of the hallucinogen-laced food, eventually leading to the extinction of the dinosaurs. They’d also made “games” of running the megafauna off of the Pacific and other cliffs, like that big cliff-drop that no one ever really talks about east of the Grand Canyon, the Mogollon Rim.
When they found their way back to the Old World they cliff-ran the people and went into the so-called “Trojan War” beginning of all these wars we’ve always had, and it’s just these unrecognized Paleo-American people who’d accidentally forced their way over Beringia and nature couldn’t keep them back, nature not having tangible hands. I have to quit now, and I just got this employment-assignment that starts in 2 days, good luck about this to poor little me, and I’ll try to keep filling in all of this space and time material on how we got into this real-life TOTAL PLANETARY EXTINCTION disaster that not only are we in but they’ve been running this world-takeover scam off of using me as a gimmick all my life that I have to also try to explain, 60 years old now and hope this employment goes okay because I’ve been about penniless for ten years and most of my life so far. More later I hope. (Kathy Foshay) (This was in about Oct. 2015, right when I got started here.)

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Old Siam Pieces

Old Siam, Rama VI Vajiravudh, et al: Vajiravudh (check also John Philip Sousa to Siam?) Rose Blumkin pics.

1/17/19, I don’t know how anyone’s been seeing this obscure file I haven’t yet worked on till I just cleaned it up a little now, but I’ve got 12 comments on this already for just this year so far. Maybe WordPress had automatically deleted the 2018 comments I never saw because I have all these other difficulties in trying to figure out everything, etc. This file is incomplete because I can’t quit to explain it well right now: I’d noticed something peculiar about old Siam and it led to thinking that my difficulty with the fraud-parent might have to do with his coming from a combination of Vajiravudh Rama VI’s sneaking into the U.S. and this Mrs. Blumkin old friend of Warren Buffett’s who’d passed in 1998, born in 1893, in Minsk. In trying to learn about Vajiravudh I learned alot about his (alleged) male parent Chulalongkorn, posthumously titled Rama V and he’s very important to all this global set up, was very active. Then I started learning more and it’s possible that old Siam was a big part of setting up for the Armageddon against us over here, “si” “am,” maybe being that “si/see/c/curse” and “am” perhaps standing for Americas. The main historian, of that Chaiyo! book, had seemed real peculiar to me, I can’t recall why offhand right now, that some of the information was mixed up or incorrect or such, like it’s a joke, and then further back, before Rama IV, Mongkut the king from “The King and I,” “Anna and the King,” before that major character who might be akin to JD Rockefeller here, the Rama III seemed real dangerous from the start of the research I’d gotten and then I never got a chance to get any further than just one good picture and getting his name straight in my mind, all my chance for researching any of back then and there was gone and there was alot to it, books that are real hard to find I was getting closer to. There is a recent biography on the present Rama of Thailand but it doesn’t have an index so it was all too difficult for me but I think the system had done alot of its set up for this there, how we got into this present-day situation, which I say is like we’re living in crime-world practically, now I’m noticing, in addition to all the previously mentioned parasitism-problems, etc.

Rama VI, Vajiravudh, d. 1925, Siam.

In looking for things via the search-engine I’d noticed this round-headed Vajiravudh old Siamese royalty somehow and gotten the idea that my/the fraud-parent might have come from that source and I started looking into this subject a bit. Notice that bright-white sun coming in through what I guess is a window on the lower-right, that that bright-white blob seems connected to Vajiravudh and then it’s also similar to that similar in the “French Connection” photo:

From “The French Connection” account by Robin Moore, 1969, that had actually wound up in Brooklyn and the Bronx, etc.

In turning the blog around it occurs to me that I haven’t mentioned this part of my situation above in here yet, so I’ll have to go back over and see about filling this in here or in some other spot, but then later I’d also gotten a little chance to look up about old Siam and it seems like it was a big system-operation going on there, alot of those old royalty used as prototypes and then descended to people all around us today, and some horrific thing with a strange (fraud-) -aunt I’d had that’d seemed like Chulalongkorn’s wife’s “natural” offspring, and such as that, and then an unfinished peculiar co-line of thought around Omaha: (Excuse the mishmash: Continue reading

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42 misc. illustration pages pdf

misc. pages .pdf, There’s some sort of a huge identity prolem with Jack Horner that I’d noticed shortly before the 2015 accident, getting onto computer-use time and getting around to looking him up, now it was some whole different professor and Rockly’s (Rocky’s that probably was, don’t have time to check right now,) museum staff/curator, an old guy who’d married a young student.

The Missing Dinosaurs…

The Missing Dinosaurs that Real-God had Put Here for Us


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3-16-16.pdf, I saw this illustration in an April or May (2014 probably,) copy of The Atlantic magazine and added the Beringia map below to try to explain most of the system’s obsession with speed and energy power: energy picture.

I collaged this from a The Atlantic (magazine) article that had kept attracting my attention but now I can’t find exactly which issue it was the cover story with. Maybe I just figured out the difficulty but right now the illustrator is uncredited, about May 2014 it had seemed was the issue but I’ve got a note that says March 2012 on the back of it so I’m not sure. To me it expresses this frenetic world and I’m trying to explain that the OCD freneticism to be fast-moving all around comes from that it’s a 14,000-mile trip in prehistoric days between the “Old World” and the “New World” where some group had wandered to in quest of catching the sun before it lifts up off of the ground in the morning, that they’d thought. Difficulty grasping that the earth and sun are each round and way far apart and never touch, that the descendants of that then long-lost and dinosaur-extincting by egg-smashing still have, expressed by all the cars and planes and rockets in their still-misconceptions about the earth-sun distance phenomenon. (2/18/19 and I’ll try to clean this and these other files up while I’m trying to reorganize this right now on limited time.)

#12, Michael Novicek, paleontology attempt 3-16-16.pdf= this is missing right now, I’ll try to re-find it.

David Pizzanelli, Posted on May 26, 2016saxby_ holography.pdf

saxby holography5, saxby holography4, — saxby3. — saxby2,  saxby holography1

saxby holography the pages are all mixed up but in there.

Medal given to Pres. Obama

It just, I think, happens to look like Graham Saxby.

Heinrich Schule younger.

Heinrich Schule older.


Big early psychiatrist, born 1860 maybe. “Alienists” they were called back then. I’m trying to start a file on this “Man In Oriental Costume”/Jomon stereotype.


These also seem to have made a whole “Stepford Wives” stereotype and that’s probably or likely where they’d gotten the “star” of this Armageddon Program off of me all this time from. They plant it anywhere I might be trying to go to or get assistance from, like most recently on Saturday but also if I try to go to the library at the not-too-far-away University of Houston, that there are a couple of books I’m trying to find that they have copies of them there, quite a few probably, but the first time I’d taken a bus through that area they had one of this stereotype looking real dramatic like on its way to a death-arena. I’d thought it had to do with that recent election, last November, that one of that type’s husbands hadn’t won was what that unspeaking semiotic was about but now I realize that they’d also had one when I went to look at the Sabin papers in Massachusetts, as well as the one that that probably was this past Saturday, me just trying to go about my own business and not really looking that closely for stereotypes or anything, but then she’d done an “all over me” type of a trick that made me realize that she either was a plant for my visit or that maybe she just works that place, posing as a client. (2/25/19,  Monday.)

check Michael Young, 1956 on meritocracy — ck Ludwig von Mises Institute, Austria; Levin b. Bronx august 27, 1929, a couple of years at Drake University in Des Moines and back to ny, fa a wealthy toy importer, nbc, abc, magazines, first novel at age 24, 1953, a kiss before dying; drafted and stationed to write in Queens led to the no time for sergeants, griffith starred in the tv, play, and film versions. “Critic’s Choice” play with hope and ball in early sixties, drat! the cat! song He Touched Me by Streisand, 1967 2nd novel, Rosemary’s Baby; This Perfect Day= 1970, = check, that that’s what this post is about, (and then 1972, Stepford Wives was the fourth novel by him.) Then the 4 more novels. Then this austrian place is in Auburn, Alabama. — Wiki on This Perfect Day, 1970 published by Levin: The world is managed by a central computer called UniComp which has been programmed to keep every single human on the surface of the earth in check. People are continually drugged by means of monthly treatments (delivered via transdermal spray or jet injector) so that they will remain satisfied and cooperative “Family members”. They are told where to live, when to eat, whom to marry, when to reproduce, and for which job they will be trained. Everyone is assigned a counselor who acts somewhat like a mentor, confessor, and parole agent; violations against ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ by themselves and others are expected to be reported at a weekly confession.– The central computer is under Switzerland and the situation doesn’t sound too different. They play up that he liked the Ayn Rand novels, I think it was them. Right now I can’t recall where I’d picked up this Meritocracy business from, maybe on this This Perfect Day novel. But I’ve got Stepford Wife girls that I’m recognizing around alot as seem partners to these “Tsiolkovsky-Ginsberg” -types, like friends, each of them given one or more as a player-piece.

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I’ve found a new way of trying to describe all this simply and am trying to reach any astronomer or group of them and I guess the emails are getting confiscated as there isn’t any response of any kind as with my mailed letters. I’m describing that the Earth is orbiting around the sun no differently than the obviously-dead “Asteroid Belt” does, and that’s just a planet that had gotten broken back when there was all this crisis of the start of this “system” we’re in, where normal people can’t even say the words and I’m trying to communicate that we’re going to TOTAL PLANETARY EXTINCTION because of it and I can’t even easily use the vocabulary to discuss it because I’m just writing in a blind, don’t want to get innocent bystanders entrapped and yet have to find only any responsibly-behaving adult to assist me with all this. The main person I’m trying to contact is this Carnegie Institution’s R. Paul Butler who’d with Geoffrey Marcy discovered planets orbiting other stars, like Pegasi 51 and Centurius -type names the other stars with planets have got, I’m trying to pose this as also being a “discovery” that Astronomy could somehow take credit and prestige for making, when really the system-core knows the ancestors had accidentally caused all that trouble, killed off natural growth possibility into all this sadism-horror, and they staunch anyone that gets close to also noticing that the solar system’s died-off because of all the …. anyway, that’s what I’m trying to do and everything is difficult, it doesn’t look like my communication-attemps go anywhere and what I’ll have to go through logistically to get printouts and bring them to anyone is what it looks like I’ll have to do while in the meantime I’ve got all these groups and individuals from the system looking to cause horrors for me and winter coming on, which I know there’s a good chance I won’t be able to get through because I don’t know a single person who has any idea what I’m talking about. It’s alot like the Giordano Bruno and Galileo problem-sets. I’ll have to look up which popes were causing them problems and explain that via this Autism-psychopathy description of what’s gone wrong, and then this astronomer named Benedict Sestini has popped up as working at the Georgetown University observatory, where I think that’s a picture of him in that Church of St. Aloysius on North Capitol Street here, that he’s a descendant of Charles Borromeo and they had this Autism-psychopathy that’s led to all the sadism real bad, so I’ll have to look up all about Sestini and such when all that’s really required is for anyone to say that they understand what I’m talking about and are interested in looking into this. I’m giving out this site’s URL as much as I can for the background information a person should have.

That seasonal job didn’t work out and I’m still trying to get a letter to the guy to ask specifically about why I couldn’t get a chance, as that little income would have been such the difference, and there were these “goons” I’m calling the offspring of the fraud-familial problem now, all around me trying to get to the job site the first day. Today there were alot of a partner-type’s around, alot of the Bishop Shahan, d. 1932, around. I never know what these ritual-doers are up to that might suddenly make life even worse, — which is how this sadism-description started forming, that it’s so much sadism that we’re inured to that thousands of years ago it had forced nature to cease working on creating life in this solar system, everything’s been at a standstill and we’re still orbiting but so is the pile of rubble called “the Asteroid Belt.”

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Suburban Hospital

After jotting the above quick file/post before going out I then got purposely run into by a car, real lightly but I’m frail and had quick fallen down and was okay but they loaded me into an ambulance and I woke up a wreck in ICU a week later, on Thanksgiving night. Around 18 months later I got a copy of the police report and saw that “the case” was about some (alleged) different accident, probably with a lady who looked like myself, one block from where the ambulance had just picked me up. I haven’t had a chance to look at this material since then. I got a copy of the hospital papers or most of them and it’s on the Navigation bar somewhere if anyone would ever assist me with this disaster, and my main difficulty maybe is that when I’d scanned the pages I’d written at the hospital it was nearly the first time I’d scanned anything and it came out bad and about 45 pages of the 500 or so seem to be permanently gone, maybe I’ll find a few here and there but the continuity is messed up with that. I’d found this newsletter of theirs not long before I left, there 11 weeks altogether, a Johns Hopkins hospital right next to the National Institute of Health. As with everything else I’ll be trying to straighten out these files: Suburban Hospital part 1 Dear Potential Responsibly-behaving adult in CRRC-“V.A.,” MCCH or other place,

Everyone is afraid of the decapitators so “everyone” agrees that my worldview is incorrect, that we’re being driven to TOTAL PLANETARY EXTINCTION by this top-secret decapitators’ system. Lately I’ve been trying to point out that there’s something wrong about (place’s) founder, (name censored) and now in the hospital I notice a resemblance around the eyes with Joe Fuca of the 1961-62 “French Connection” narcotics scam. This photo, in the 1/26/62 Life magazine issue, was probably a curse onto then-Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy. — The photo caption reads: Joe Fuca snarls at camera and police, following seizure of heroin hidden in his Brooklyn home. On kitchen table behind him are plastic bags containing narcotics and weapons retrieved from ceiling of his basement. (New York Daily News photo) —  [He was the parent of Patsy (Pasquale) Fuca of the Brooklyn part of the “French Connection” “heroin” scam and Tony Fuca of the Bronx part of the French Connection scam that had used the suitcases I’d been set up as a child to have been playing little games seemingly by myself with, with these same “Jomon ‘magicians'” crawling all over me back then  as have been increasingly using me for this “Revelation” Armageddon fulfillment. — they gave me a little more time for trying to work on this file now. The picture is in an issue with a cover story on Robert Kennedy, with a nice-looking front page picture so that all the clan was sure to be going through the issue, and opposite Joe Fuca’s little picture, before the Bronx bust was done yet, there’s a photo of Audrey Hepburn dancing (maybe doing the twist, I don’t recall specifically,) with her husband, Mel Ferrar I’m pretty sure his name is. Hepburn looked “stunning” and that film “Breakfast At Tiffany’s” was likely out around then and I don’t know what else of hers but the whole thing, including then the car hit, is all connected to that these “brain experts” are actually (like) “retarded people” who are addicted to getting high off of people’s brains and are doing this decapitating as the global-system and teeny me is alone with it and back in 1989 I fell into a trick-set that got that “psychiatric” label put onto me so they could do this lifelong using me as LURE-bait because the psychiatric label will get me “disappeared” and no one will ever know the difference.]

p.2, “King” Rene, Rene d’Anjou, d. 1

Rene d’Anjou, d. 1480

Most of the similar types probably came from lines of “Rene’s sons” of the early Renaissance. He was mostly in Avignon, France, downstream from Mrs. Kennedy’s Bouvier relatives and upstream from the narcotics center at Marseilles. When her relatives heard she’d become First Lady they’d tried but failed to be able to reach her, presumably about their generational top-secret slavery to Rene’s old underground. The 1961-62 “French Connection”

Nov. 22, 1963 swearing-in aboard Air Force One. From Jack Valenti’s ____ memoir.

narcotics ritual was invented toward keeping all this secrecy going on. (I will try to make these click-ons for the photo captions.

p.3) That is now-famous entertainment mogul Jack Valenti, picture in the Air Force One’s lower left-hand corner, taken [fair use] from his memoir of his White House days, and a similar-looking person’s picture slightly above and to the right. In its little-seen color version or some other picture of the swear-in judge from earlier that day you can see that she’s wearing a brown sweater with polka dots of all different colors, like blue, yellow, pink and green. LSD was very legal and popular with rich people back then and polka dots were maybe a reference-code to help throw Mrs. Kennedy off-track as to what it was that was going on. I was thinking that CRRC’s leader Mr. **** might be related to (censored) or the (late) comedian Buddy Hackett or to Joe Fuca, the parent of the French Connection’s main American characters, and I’m asking for an amnesty from the group’s hands all over my life, forcing me out to Kensington, and to Deanwood, and now somewhere else.


From “The French Connection” account by Robin Moore, 1969, that had actually wound up in Brooklyn and the Bronx, etc. Caption has to get filled in here: Record haul, etc.

This looks to me like my fraudulent-parent (censored, probably “Mr. Foshay,”) as the French Connection ended in our old neighborhood in the Bronx, and those are (3) suitcases that I’d been led to play with, before they vanished I guess for this ritual-scam photo. He and the agent look similar. Finally one day in 2004 I found my way out to the old neighborhood, from the Bronx zoo approach, and was surprised to see an ancient-looking one-room synagogue. “Jesus-types” like this “Man In Oriental


“Man In Oriental Costume,” National Gallery of Art.

Costume,” (NGA, gallery 48,) keep the criminally-insane types placated by thinking up system-ways for them.

[Now I’ve come to the conclusion that these are the criminally-insane, thinking up system-ways for the developmentally-disabled Autists, that I haven’t gotten to yet in this write-up attempt.]

Mrs Oswald Marguerite

Book cover photo of Mrs. Oswald.

Briefly I want to mention that Mrs. Oswald and Mr. Foshay look similar and few people know that Lee Oswald had spent all of 1953 also living in the Bronx, as a 13-year old. The lady who wrote this book was married to someone with this type of face also, the writer named A.J. Leibman or Leiberman. [Leibling.]


p.6) I’ve started a new way of trying to describe this TOTAL PLANETARY EXTINCTION, that our solar system had halted evolution as lost-in-Alaska cannibalism drama-scenes had started in Prehistory, some time before the so-called Trojan War, which was really a mass-immigration of long-lost New World people, whose ancestors had accidentally extincted the dinosaurs, by egg-smashing in zealous competition for the hallucinogen-laced mash of flowers, mushrooms and toads the adult dinosaurs brought back to the nests for the hatchlings, and the humans who felt overly-comfortable in the nests, who’d been developmentally battered by the trip they shouldn’t have gone through with.

I mean that after those’s descendants met people like the Trojans and tasted normal cooked meat they couldn’t get enough of it and, lost in the back-and-forth trek they began setting fire to the weaker of their own kind, the women and children, and the spirit-people who’d begun ranging out and exploring space were forced to come close and try to intervene, but the Old World peoples had cooked meat and so the long-separated and developmentally disabled New World people wanted all the same things as those others had. Nature couldn’t birth new creations into the sadism and so Mars and Venus were left as is and “the Asteroid Belt” is probably a broken planet from trying to tip the planet to warm up the ones lost in Alaska, to how our axis is still crooked. 

While it seems like everything is okay with the sun’s seeming to “rise” every morning, the billions of Asteroid pieces are also orbiting the same way as us year after year. Continue reading

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I have to make an Intermission for this section to move up from the footer for a bit now. [I’m having these mixed now, both the widgets and new inserts.]

I think that’s insane “Jupiter,” off of the boat with the other invaders of the normal people south of Rome.

Typical tourist posing with sculpture of King Casimir the Great III that I have to find out the sculptor’s name. Click-on

This is the “God” character from the inner center top of the “Ghent Altarpiece,” 1432.

Vlad Dracula Tepes, 1431-1476, Romania. His parent, Dracula I, is in the bottom center front of the main piece of the Ghent Altarpiece, “The Adoration of the Mystic Lamb.”










Juan Ponce de Leon, 1460 Santervas de Campo, Spain -1521, Havana, Cuba

King James I of England and VI of Scotland circa 1621 by Daniel Mytens, from Wikimedia Commons, in the public domain because of its age.

Cover of John Steinbeck’s “Cup of Gold” novella, about Harry Morgan, 1635 Llanrumney, Wales, -1688, (Lawrencefield) Jamaica.









Man In Oriental Costume, NGA, WDC

Vulcan of the Apotheosis of Washington

Louis Napoleon, 1808-1873 — Add link








Gardner Hubbard

Jan Matejko

Wilhelm Wundt






Kahlil Gibran

Raymond Loewy; PD courtesy NARA.

the Dr. Ralph Carfagni

check Samuel J. Untermeyer, c. 1899, NY lawyer, purchased Greystone, Yonkers, from Samuel J. Tilden estate.





Heinrich Schule younger.

Heinrich Schule (1840-1916) older. He looks like Melville Bell, Alexander Graham Bell’s parent, and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.


Tsiolkovsky, rocket science prime-mover





Graham Saxby, 1925?-2017, holographer; saxby holography3, saxby holography2

Allen Ginsberg, 1925-1997; (click-on straightened out soon.) Also, Chaim Potok 1929-2002, Ira Levin 1929-2007, E.L. Doctorow 1931-2017…)









Raphael and his fencing partner, c. 1520. As far as I can tell they’re both from the type I’m calling from the “Jomon” and then all the “pointy cheeks” hybrids they’ve made.

Salvator Mundi, circa 1500

Michelangelo Buonarroti, 1475-1564 Rome (“him-kill-angelo” nickname now.)

(Alexander) Graham Bell (1847 Edinburgh – 1922 Nova Scotia,) circa 1879, 29 years old.









Louvre, through Wikimedia, the Seated Scribe. “Ancient” Egypt

Detail, Judgment of Emperor Otto (click-on to be added yet.)

Cardinal (Giuliano) della Rover, later Pope Julius II, d. 1513.

Bartolomeo Platina, Vatican Librarian; I’ll crop and link this.








Charles L. Stewart; click-on.

Robert Goulet, 1933-2007

— I’m having difficulty with the click-on for the copyright-status on the Sophia Loren and have to forget it for right now but it is real important.

John Davidson, 1941, Pittsburgh

I’m hoping I’ll get a permission on the photo from the 2009 “Breakshot” book by Kenji Gallo for this spot here I think it would go.


Ingres is so far the bad guy that I’m going to try to get researched for more background to here but in the tortures to me his type seems to be in the background, behind the scenes of my life for a long time, both male and female versions. I’d read that he’d had “cousins” that worked for him in his painting business, maybe like that they lived in his dungeon, and they’re more the Wilhelm Wundt or even Raphael -type of this same “Jomon” type of people, with Ingres then some further hybrid line.


Ingres’ self-portrait on left center.

This is Ingres’ painting of Joan of Arc and she represents more or less my type of a victim-idiot for themselves and their quest to do this world-takeover, the “Infinite Jest” dupe-type.







“The Driller,” statue at Edwin Drake’s grave memorial, by Charles Niehaus I think; have to find the attribution.

Recent Edwin Drake book; I’ll find the attributions. Oil City books, PA.

The “Driller” and Drake seem like Ingres and his cousins, like as though Edwin Drake was forced to find oil by his Driller-kin:

The Driller







Detail, Pilgrims panel, Ghent Altarpiece — This St. Christopher and the Pilgrim-boy duo has become virtually the devil and the 666, funding their world-takeover off of their petroleum system and brain serum and people-manufacturing and toilet-system industries.

C. 1940, Erich Mendelsohn, Walter Peterhans, Ludwig Hilberseimer and Ludwig Mies van der Rohe in Chicago. Photo courtesy the Ludwig Karl Hilberseimer Archive, Ryerson and Burnham Archives, The Art Institute of Chicago. I’ll make a better copy soon.

Ghent Altarpiece’s “Pill-grim” boy











Patinir’s St. Christopher, Landscape with St. Christopher, c. 1522, in the Escorial, PD.

Patinir, another of his St. Christopher paintings.

I’ll try to get a better copy of this St. Christopher and child, by Jan van Scorel.

Surprise, surprise, surprise. (This Rivera self-portrait is “flipped,” is how I noticed this resemblance between Diego Rivera and the Ghent Altarpiece’s “Pill-grim boy” character.)










Pope Alexander VI, Rodrigo Cardinal Borgia, 1431 Xativa, Spain – 1503, Rome

Samuel Wesley 1662-1735

Marquis de Lafayette, 1757-1834

Bishop Thomas J. Shahan, 1857-1932








Frank Hamer, 1884-1955, Texas Ranger; clic…..












“Babar boys”

Mssr. Francois Scaglia in the line-up photo from “The French Connection,” by Robin Moore, 1969. He got sent to a new jail/courthouse just a block or so from where Kitty Genovese moved to at about that same time, 1962-63, and then she (or someone) was killed there just before the 1964 NY World’s Fair opened. I suspect the scam had more security means for the Fair as the main ulterior motive.

Robertito on the cover of the “A Miracle to Believe In” book by Barry Neil Kaufman.

I use this cartoon sometimes to try to express that there’s a difficulty with me using computers, that it’s irresponsible for me to be all alone like this, the system-people despise anything about me, like he’s expressing anger there at what he’s seeing, me saying that that’s like a reaction to anything I do. I’d been used as an excuse for forcing everyone onto this internet instead of materials we could exchange like books or records amongst ourselves. I was set up and used as an example of a virus-spreader and the disks were replaced with this system.
















Priam, detail from the “Ransom of Hector” Red-figure skyphos by the Brygos Painter circa 490 B.C., Kunsthistoriches Museum, Vienna, Austria.

Statue of da Vinci, 1452-1519, click.– (see below;) plus there’s a photo of a girl standing on it to show that she and the head are about the same size, a photo like that would be a good illustration, size-comparison.

da Vinci’s (lost) Battle of “Anghiari”












Henri Deterding, 1866 Amsterdam – 1939 St. Moritz, SW; click-on:  Henri Deterding, 1866 Amsterdam -1939 St. Moritz, SW

Sidney Gottlieb, 1918 Bronx b. Joseph Scheider, check spelling, – March 7, 1999 Washington, DC (home in Washington, VA.) — I’d found this somewhere: https://io9.gizmodo.com/every-crazy-cia-plot-youve-heard-of-originated-with-one-5838255?utm_medium=sharefromsite&utm_source=gizmodo_copy&utm_campaign=bottom

Stan Lee (Stanley Martin Lieber 1922-2018.) I think both he and Sidney Gottlieb were from the Bronx. — Wham! Bam! He wasn’t from the Bronx but Manhattan, probably. This Pow! Smash! went on alot during these Armageddon years with the libraries (in DC) doing an “Every Hero has a Story” theme for awhile there. My business is that “heroin” and “hero-in” to the death-trap areas of this planet are system-mixed up together, and the “super-heroes” are more like the super-Autists that the super-Jomon had rigged the planet to pleasure.

Gepetto, circa 1902; click-on. 3/21/19 = I’ll have to check this link, it’s supposed to be Repetto, Thomas, but I didn’t want to make a privacy invasion with this controversial the subjects.



















Bicci de Medici, 1360 Florence, Italy – 1429, Florence. Ck M. Piccardi Bueri (1386 Verona -1429 Florence.)

Detail from Mantegna’s “Triumphs of Caesar,” the Caesar character of the last, the 9th, panel.

Oswald Avery, 1877 Halifax, Canada – 1955, Nashville, TN. (Medical-research scientist; click-on/s to be installed.)









Simon Flexner, 1863, Louisville, KY – 1946, NYC

Pope Saint Paul VI, (1963-1978); Montini, Giovanni, 1897-1978







Detail from Jan Matejko’s “Jadwiga”

William Matthews, 1770-1854, priest, St. Patrick’s Church, Wash., DC. I just read that he was some cousin of Charles Carroll of Carrollton that I’m still trying to do a file on.

I’m putting him here to try to test out why the Mickey Cohen Wiki-link isn’t working: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mickey_Cohen = Click-on for the Mickey Cohen link is all I can get through so far.

= Prince Napoleon-Jerome Bonaparte, 1822 Trieste, Austria – 1891 Rome. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Napol%C3%A9on_Bonaparte

Jean-Martin Charcot, 1825-1893, Paris; click-on for citations. Charcot

Pope Saint John XXIII, 1958-1963m (Angelo Giuseppe Roncalli,1881-1963,) in 1959 with the Lebanese Prime Minister Sami as-Solh, 1887-1968..popes= I’m not sure if this is his link or what happened to it, can’t check right now.

Fiorello H. LaGuardia, 1852 NYC – Sept. 20, 1947, Bronx, NY — his link might take awhile to re-find also.

Pancho Barnes, 1901 Pasadena – 1975 Boron, CA; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pancho_Barnes

Gertrude “Trudy” Elion, 1913?-1999, 1988 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine. “Trudy” Elion, 1913ish-1999









White and pink-colored car later changed to white and blue. A guy of the above “staircase-being #1” type had tried to kidnap me in early 1965. A schoolmate-neighbor told her teacher and police came to the apartment that evening and asked me to draw a picture of the car and I couldn’t, I can’t draw (thank goodness, because that’s a big code-slang LURE-theme, to “draw” people toward your trap,) and the fraud-parent told the police that I make things up. That incident makes me figure that the 2 stereotypes are closely-connected partners.

Witness Protection Program subject

p.292, Witness Protection

Gerald Shur photo from WITSEC by Pete Earley

From Pete Earley’s 2002 “WITSEC” on the Federal Witness Security/Protection program, this photo looks like my fraud-parent ….

I couldn’t find this or any of the Jadwiga copies in the media file back here and just copied this from the widget-copy. Here’s the text to that one also: The fraud-parent type is right at the top of the staircase, drinking from a stein, they’re like a cousin to the #1 type on the bottom left with his hands together.

2nd photo of Mr. Shur in the WITSEC account.

Margueritte Oswald








This is Woodrow Wilson, I hadn’t realized the link iisn’t on so he’s doubly just been sitting there without his name. 1856 Staunton, VA – 1924 WDC. Without the link yet I’m not positive what I’d meant with this caption: This work is from the Harris & Ewing collection at the Library of Congress. According to the library, there are no known copyright restrictions on the use of this work. This work is from the Harris & Ewing collection at the Library of Congress. According to the library, there are no known copyright restrictions on the use of this work.

Pius XII; Basilica mosaic. NSIC mosaic. Click-on; mention that the young Eugenio Pacelli looks to me maybe “from” big peace advocate Woodrow Wilson.

young Pius XII, Eugenio Pacelli, 1876-1958; click-on.

Rene Dubos, 1901-1982, click-on for the citation. There are better pictures of Rene but this seemed the least-complicated per the permissions.

Here’s a PD photo of Rene Jules Dubos at the National Institute of Health in the early 1950s that I just found a couple of days ago on the Profiles in Science site and will have to put a click-on on for further details on this yet. He’s the one on the far left.




















— I figure that the von Humboldt brothers, Willem and Alexander from Potsdam, Berlin, would be big stereotypes but I haven’t been able to sort out too much that specific yet.


I wrote to the Detroit Inst. of Arts for a permission to use a copy of the Diego Rivera portrait of Edsel Ford (1893-1944,) 1932, and they wrote back that it’s (somehow) still under copyright of Rivera. It had been a gift to Edsel Ford for the assistance given Rivera and Kahlo’s work and living arrangements while they were in Detroit, and it had passed to Edsel Ford’s wife Eleanor but she passed away in 1976 and as far as I’d read it had become property then given from her to the DIA, that it had been a gift to her husband that she’d inherited and in turn given as a gift to the Detroit museum but now they say they don’t own it and I should write to the Artists Rights Society in NY, and they include a link. So I’ll be trying to contact them too.

Edsel Ford, 1893-1944, Detroit

Photo by Tim Clark on Pexels.com —  Edsel Ford, 1893-1942

Still difficulty about a Permission on the portrait Diego Rivera gave to Edsel Ford, that somehow the copyright reverted to Rivera and then trying to get through to which group controls that copyright….


I’m looking for a PD photo of Frank Olson, 1910-1953 but can’t find one yet, to compare to Edsel Ford as maybe being where he’d “come from,” and maybe like me in there somewhere also then. __________________

Daniel Shays; click-on. — I have to straighten out this click-on.

Add Muhammad Fard, mysterious Detroit Nation of Islam evangelist; click.

and Paul Kelly/Vaccarelli sp.

Guglielmo Marconi 1874-1937


Ghent Altarpiece characters?



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