Marcus Samuel, 1853-1927 London

14 October 2019; I can’t believe I don’t have a Marcus Samuel file, it must be around here somewhere, but I’m throwing this together quickly for the click-on for all these guys that I can’t only guess seem maybe to have been descended from Samuel but then there’s my peculiar thought that Marcus Samuel might have come from the “cross” between Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner Greene Hubbard. Today it occurred to me that Elton John might have been descended from Mr. Hubbard too, that all those “Beatle-haircut” types mostly might have come from his genes’ being shipped from Boston to England, prepared, and sprung for the “British Invasion” of the start of all that modern music that’s now mostly classics while music itself seems real depressed, like most of everything else, right now, when it turned out that the financing for the Invasion hadn’t panned out as the moon-landing showed that there’s only “magnificent desolation” out there, because space is actually a big crime scene as these invader-types had earlier extincted the dinosaurs and everything’s been dying off without that food-source base for ourselves, spirits all killed off, space empty, devoid. Then this photo of a living person that I’m using I’m claiming Fair Use for based on the difficult to describe little terrorism that receiving it in the mail had been for me. I’ll have to get back to this subject later, but the guy’s illegible signature looks/looked to me like, Y(our) id (to) Tuva, like a curse about brains’ going to the place I’d been particularly trying to describe that I think the system comes from around, around there by the Siberian-Mongol borderlands — in fact that isn’t that far from Afghanistan. I see this particular stereotype quite a bit and it seems to be like bad luck when I do see them anymore, as with this set of negative-events that has been going on since the last time I’d noticed one, here in this library’s parking lot and what I was thinking sort of got sucked-out of my mind so that I’d blurted something to the effect of “it’s a doo-doo world,” and then the gates here started getting locked so that it’s difficult for me to come and go, they’ve had the normal front gate locked ever since so that I have to walk around in a big detour for me both coming and going, huff-puff I can barely walk to begin with, and then there was the dogbite about a week later and I’m in such bad shape from all this now, and in thinking back it stems from seeing that guy in the parking lot here. He’d been dressed as though a postal employee and had dropped a set of keys as he crossed my path I think is how it went and maybe he’d bent down to pick them up or I’d dropped something and had bent down, however it had exactly gone what I’d been thinking about gets sucked-out of my mind lots of the time when these “tricks” like the keys dropping by the costumed guy with that type of face had done that crossing my path, and I’d just said outloud what I’d been thinking about while noticing this character, as there’s this standard way the system has these people appear and walk across my path all the time and it’s all artificially-done world and that bothers me, it isn’t natural behavior world, and it seemed like Kathy had “made a mistake” by saying that out loud, it’s a doo-doo world, with that phony postal service-uniformed guy then getting into a regular vehicle, but the incident was some “play” or “Program” bit, and all this bad luck goes back to that then the gates had been locked and then the dogbite whole thing was obviously really from that local underground, the dogs like run by a remote-control. In fact I’d just found that in the Diego Rivera Detroit mural too, a mechanical dog they’re doing a lesson on in one of the scenes. I’ve got to get back to some of these other subjects right now, but this “Marcus Samuel-stereotype” with or without the Hubbards’ being involved, is a big plague on me and I’m trying to show that the interconnection between the petroleum-situation we’re in and the satanism seem to come from their merger in or with this Samuel-type, that then this guy in the photo from some “junk mail” you could call it that had arrived for me while I was in the hospital from that 2015 car-hit is of that type, is a good example and the piece of mail had really “scared” me in that there wasn’t any real reason why I would have received it except that they were connecting themselves to that that I’d been trying to get across to the doctors about that the system comes from over around the Tuva area — but, be careful, don’t ever anthropomorphize that they’re like people that could be dealt with the way people deal with people, they don’t work any like that. Check why Richard Feynman, and Ralph Leighton too then come to think of it, had publicized going to Tuva. Leighton did actually go there I think and written more about it but I don’t recall anything definitive, just a tourist-account of a not so great time he’d had, but then Leighton is of this “stereotype” like the guy named “Lance” that I’ve put that new file up on the Navigation bar here for, and I haven’t heard back from him so I’m becoming a little more suspicious about intents, as then the stereotype is also John Wilkes Booth’s actor-type, and they go back to some piece by Peter Paul Rubens I’d seen them in that seems pretty connected with the Ghent Altarpiece. And the late Paul Jobs. Then I’d noticed that Chris Hadfield had participated in the 2016 “Brain Bar Budapest” event and that’s a whole new difficulty I’ve got, that those “brain bar” people are, mixed in with the well-meaning normals standardly, really mostly about the brain-eating, that the brain bar’s likely like a wine-tasting pattern, comparing this and that, which “types” of people have the sort of brains they get their best highs off of, etc. Budapest is where Theodore Herzl and the Gabor ladies were from.

About kathyfoshay

I'm all alone with the real end of the world and always looking for assistance and no one's ever contacted me from the hundreds of letters I'd sent while at the big homeless shelter, 2nd and D Streets, NW, as though anyone that tries to contact me gets disappeared, my life used as a LURE-gimmick that goes to how that Armageddon prophecy in that book of Revelation has been being snuck-through, and this is sort of the bottom of the barrel of ideas for trying to find assistance, thinking I could get all my various writings on this in one place that letter-recipients could then look up if they're interested. That means I'd have to see if I can send my emails to here, how to do that. Wordpress said there is a way but it entails that spam would also get the email address. My time for now it up I guess. Working in this sitting position isn't healthy for me but I've always got to be doing something toward trying to get hold of someone to help me. It's like I'm a microcosm of the Earth or the human race and if someone could help me out of this torture then that'd be a start on trying to get the whole Earth out of this. 5/1/17, still all this, etc., same situation. (7/14/18 now....) Now it's 2019.
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