CIA cocaine: partners in power
reading about CIA cocaine trafficking at portland oregon starbucks at hillsdale village.
in a book on the clintons
http://www.amazon.com/Partners-Power-Clintons-Their-America/dp/0895263025
magically, alive.
london trial (prayer for julian assange) by currentc
****
i keep having this memory of driving through DC with ransom and helen eng, and helen calling ronald reagan, "ronnie."
they kept speaking of the youth in asia or euthanasia as i later found out.
the last time i saw helen was outside the chesapeake in her red sweater.
the next time i tried to see them i rode a greyhound bus to DC with my young sister in 1997.
she was about 10 and i nineteen.
i read rimbaud's illuminations from dad's library all the way there.
i called grandpa from a payphone. he told me helen was sick and he did not feel like driving to see us.
for heavens sake he could have afforded a cab.
i was in shock and despair.
i had come all this way to DC for a specific reason.
to tell grandpa that i needed his help.
and then, in 1998 i was trying to write him letters about needing money to go back to school.
then mother started locking me up for being "insane"/punk/vegan/lesbian/leo/atheist whatever.
everyone started geting sick and dying.
i should have tried harder.
instead
sister and i went to the holocaust museum. we both left in tears. this was later the scene of the antisemitic shooting incident.
we took the bus back to nashville.
****
then i got a flash---what if someone killed grandpa????
officially the story goes, he fell, broke his hip, and then was waylaid in hospital bed.
and then stabbed at his eyes and nose with a ballpoint pen (to kill himself).
****
i remember his liquor cabinet.
i wondered was he drunk when he fell.
he was never one to care for alcohol, it seemed.
he was a heavy smoker until the mid-1950's.
helen made him quit, she loved him so.
smoking weakens the bone density.
so in a way, smoking had a way of killing him soon enough.
his navy pics had him holding a cigarette like an advertisement for elegance.
it occurs to me, i have to read all the letters.
or rather start scanning everything.
the CIA FOIA docs.
and start writing better FOIA requests.
the last FOIA request yielded a dry sarcastic, we already gave it to you, and re helen eng and steve eng, proove that they are dead and then we'll give you their records.
well stephen richard eng isnt dead.
and anne eng holds power of attorney over him in his non-verbal state.
****
i could say doesnt it seem like my dad was poisoned.
well, of course he was.
by hamburger in america.
bovine spongiform encephalopathy, a tightrope millions of people are walking all the time.
e. coli everywhere, from the slaughterhouse manure.
the poisons of caffeine pill addiction.
the poisons of the 1950's london smog which was killing people during the years he spent there in hyde park gardens 29.
****
i am infinitely obsessing on two jars of sesame tahini i left in london with my gunpowder green tea.
perhaps because they were very strategically purchased to enhance my computing power, before it was made known to me i must vacate the london uk friends of bradley manning dugout, where i was far enough from central london smog to feel the difference, yet allergic enough to cat hair and smoke enough to feel ill the entire time.
but at least i slept and ate, potted hummus from sainsbury's and cheap bread.
protein for braingarbage.
****
mike greenstein is an attorney at goodge law. he got the report of the head injury i sustained at a beds and bars uk hostel during my visit to london 18 december 2010-2january 2011.
i literally arrived at hostel to have a defective case crash into my new-mangled brain.
i nonetheless went to Finers Stephens Innocent with my smashed head to offer my support for the new wikileaks era.
now truly in wonderring whether or not to make a kerfluffle about the head smash, i kept thinking about my sister.
me at NHS emergency clinic 22 december 2010 near goodge street. having quite a SICKO moment.
what if someone hit my sister over the head?
my headache was raging long into february.
i knew i could get better health care in sweden.
sometimes i feel that the brain damage was why i never left sweden.
i was stunned. doped on ibuprofen. 2 january after flying over the danish smog into the cleaner swedish air i bought ipuprofen and checked into scandic continental.
i stayed there 5 april 2011.
i was weak b4 collateral murders birthday.
by cinco de mayo, finally back in LA.
i see national lawyers guild los angeles needs legal observers for the racist immigration LAPD raids
my attempts to get to london were stalled 4 days in sweden where my laptop was damaged to the tune 400 pounds at SAS delay. SAS of course refused to pick up the bill, even though their horrifying customer service had forced us into 7 hour queue and then sleeping at the airport with incomprehensible insensitivity.
i didnt know then that SAS was a swedish Investor AB weapons industry company.
no wonder they stole assange's laptops, or allowed agents to do so!!!!
sick of london and the pain.
having had my locker broken into in london where the prescription eyeglasses i am wearing in the pics were stolen (piccadilly's backpackers), i realized i was homesick for rich sweden, where everyone seemed too rich and well fed by the gvt to steal.
keep in mind, when i was carjacked in LA in 2004, i was hit on the back of the head, in a very much lighter hit, strong enough to make a shock, but not strong enough to give me months of headaches or to give me retching nausea, see stars, blackout and wake thinking
"braingarbage---at least i wrote it down--if i am braindamaged forever--at least i wrote it down already."
when i think about how funny it was in the HOPE lecture Jacob Applebaum spoke about Wikileaks supporters flying "cattle class" i might also note that we stay in horrifying youth hostels, get our heads hit by defective luggage racks like at the camden st christopher's hostel with the broken luggage case which cracked my head, get nearly robbed in parks in OSLO, blog all night at ST. Pancras station before and after the london trial.
many letters later the beds and bars insurance company promised they were looking into the claim.
of course they are not forthcoming.
i will kindly publish our correspondence on a forthcoming blog later to link here
XXXXXXX
http://headinjurycamdenstchristophers.blogspot.com/2011/07/nhs-glues-my-head-together-from-st.html
for more nasty dirty expose journalism
check out LA's david n. schultz and Portland oregon's
riverstone residential tenenement lords the vue
here
http://creepylandlord.blogspot.com/
this was really dirty work which the whole time i was thinking can somebody get me on to fight for human rights. of course consumer rights in america are human rights.
peter castleberry from castleberry and ellis in portland is handling this case if anyone needs young awesome smart lawyers to fight their oregon landlord.
we were notified after i got my june 2011 ticket to london that this case might settle up soon.
also keep in mind the only reason i had the money to chase my activism around the world was my winnings from what i think of as KARMA.
fighting landlord corruption in LA: 5800
fighting landlord corruption in Portland: 6000 (forthcoming?????)
fighting labor law corruption in LA:
le pain quotidien (12, 500)
teuscher chocolates beverly hills (3700)
and
fighting LAPD police brutality (15,000)
via the national lawyers guild LA lawsuit regarding the may 1 police brutality.
so most of the cash i ever made was between 4-20 dollars an hour.
i am blue collar and a national merit scholar.
i am overeducated and destitute.
being mid gen x and y confers benefits:
i was literary for lack of computers
downfalls:
not tech-skilled
plus also my old parents werent getting extremely techified until i was already in a black hole at vanderbilt studying gulag literature or
in a tennessee state hospital being drugged to pieces on lithium, depakote, risperdal, clonopin, haldol, thorazine, ativan . . . ?????? what more???? 1998-2002
heart MKULTRA
just somewhere in between all these systems of lies and money
i wish someone could recognize the dignity in every human being.
that is why i support wikileaks
and really really feel for the felled reuters reporters
of collateral murder.
for the children with the glass in their eyeballs.
http://www.michaelmoore.com/words/mike-friends-blog/open-letter-reconciliation-and-responsibility-iraqi-people
http://www.wired.com/dangerroom/2010/04/2007-iraq-apache-attack-as-seen-from-the-ground/
what were you doing 13 july 2007????
mccord was picking up children off the battleground of iraq where the USGVT brought the war to the children.
in a book on the clintons
http://www.amazon.com/Partners-Power-Clintons-Their-America/dp/0895263025
magically, alive.
london trial (prayer for julian assange) by currentc
****
i keep having this memory of driving through DC with ransom and helen eng, and helen calling ronald reagan, "ronnie."
i was confused what this meant.
i asked mom.
she explained that calling him by his first name was denigrating.
they kept speaking of the youth in asia or euthanasia as i later found out.
the last time i saw helen was outside the chesapeake in her red sweater.
the next time i tried to see them i rode a greyhound bus to DC with my young sister in 1997.
she was about 10 and i nineteen.
i read rimbaud's illuminations from dad's library all the way there.
i called grandpa from a payphone. he told me helen was sick and he did not feel like driving to see us.
for heavens sake he could have afforded a cab.
i was in shock and despair.
i had come all this way to DC for a specific reason.
to tell grandpa that i needed his help.
and then, in 1998 i was trying to write him letters about needing money to go back to school.
then mother started locking me up for being "insane"/punk/vegan/lesbian/leo/atheist whatever.
everyone started geting sick and dying.
i should have tried harder.
instead
sister and i went to the holocaust museum. we both left in tears. this was later the scene of the antisemitic shooting incident.
we took the bus back to nashville.
****
then i got a flash---what if someone killed grandpa????
officially the story goes, he fell, broke his hip, and then was waylaid in hospital bed.
and then stabbed at his eyes and nose with a ballpoint pen (to kill himself).
****
i remember his liquor cabinet.
i wondered was he drunk when he fell.
he was never one to care for alcohol, it seemed.
he was a heavy smoker until the mid-1950's.
helen made him quit, she loved him so.
smoking weakens the bone density.
so in a way, smoking had a way of killing him soon enough.
his navy pics had him holding a cigarette like an advertisement for elegance.
it occurs to me, i have to read all the letters.
or rather start scanning everything.
the CIA FOIA docs.
and start writing better FOIA requests.
the last FOIA request yielded a dry sarcastic, we already gave it to you, and re helen eng and steve eng, proove that they are dead and then we'll give you their records.
well stephen richard eng isnt dead.
and anne eng holds power of attorney over him in his non-verbal state.
****
i could say doesnt it seem like my dad was poisoned.
well, of course he was.
by hamburger in america.
bovine spongiform encephalopathy, a tightrope millions of people are walking all the time.
e. coli everywhere, from the slaughterhouse manure.
the poisons of caffeine pill addiction.
the poisons of the 1950's london smog which was killing people during the years he spent there in hyde park gardens 29.
****
i am infinitely obsessing on two jars of sesame tahini i left in london with my gunpowder green tea.
perhaps because they were very strategically purchased to enhance my computing power, before it was made known to me i must vacate the london uk friends of bradley manning dugout, where i was far enough from central london smog to feel the difference, yet allergic enough to cat hair and smoke enough to feel ill the entire time.
but at least i slept and ate, potted hummus from sainsbury's and cheap bread.
protein for braingarbage.
****
mike greenstein is an attorney at goodge law. he got the report of the head injury i sustained at a beds and bars uk hostel during my visit to london 18 december 2010-2january 2011.
i literally arrived at hostel to have a defective case crash into my new-mangled brain.
i nonetheless went to Finers Stephens Innocent with my smashed head to offer my support for the new wikileaks era.
now truly in wonderring whether or not to make a kerfluffle about the head smash, i kept thinking about my sister.
what if someone hit my sister over the head?
my headache was raging long into february.
i knew i could get better health care in sweden.
sometimes i feel that the brain damage was why i never left sweden.
i was stunned. doped on ibuprofen. 2 january after flying over the danish smog into the cleaner swedish air i bought ipuprofen and checked into scandic continental.
i stayed there 5 april 2011.
i was weak b4 collateral murders birthday.
by cinco de mayo, finally back in LA.
i see national lawyers guild los angeles needs legal observers for the racist immigration LAPD raids
my attempts to get to london were stalled 4 days in sweden where my laptop was damaged to the tune 400 pounds at SAS delay. SAS of course refused to pick up the bill, even though their horrifying customer service had forced us into 7 hour queue and then sleeping at the airport with incomprehensible insensitivity.
i didnt know then that SAS was a swedish Investor AB weapons industry company.
no wonder they stole assange's laptops, or allowed agents to do so!!!!
sick of london and the pain.
having had my locker broken into in london where the prescription eyeglasses i am wearing in the pics were stolen (piccadilly's backpackers), i realized i was homesick for rich sweden, where everyone seemed too rich and well fed by the gvt to steal.
keep in mind, when i was carjacked in LA in 2004, i was hit on the back of the head, in a very much lighter hit, strong enough to make a shock, but not strong enough to give me months of headaches or to give me retching nausea, see stars, blackout and wake thinking
"braingarbage---at least i wrote it down--if i am braindamaged forever--at least i wrote it down already."
when i think about how funny it was in the HOPE lecture Jacob Applebaum spoke about Wikileaks supporters flying "cattle class" i might also note that we stay in horrifying youth hostels, get our heads hit by defective luggage racks like at the camden st christopher's hostel with the broken luggage case which cracked my head, get nearly robbed in parks in OSLO, blog all night at ST. Pancras station before and after the london trial.
many letters later the beds and bars insurance company promised they were looking into the claim.
of course they are not forthcoming.
i will kindly publish our correspondence on a forthcoming blog later to link here
XXXXXXX
http://headinjurycamdenstchristophers.blogspot.com/2011/07/nhs-glues-my-head-together-from-st.html
for more nasty dirty expose journalism
check out LA's david n. schultz and Portland oregon's
riverstone residential tenenement lords the vue
here
http://creepylandlord.blogspot.com/
this was really dirty work which the whole time i was thinking can somebody get me on to fight for human rights. of course consumer rights in america are human rights.
peter castleberry from castleberry and ellis in portland is handling this case if anyone needs young awesome smart lawyers to fight their oregon landlord.
we were notified after i got my june 2011 ticket to london that this case might settle up soon.
also keep in mind the only reason i had the money to chase my activism around the world was my winnings from what i think of as KARMA.
fighting landlord corruption in LA: 5800
fighting landlord corruption in Portland: 6000 (forthcoming?????)
fighting labor law corruption in LA:
le pain quotidien (12, 500)
teuscher chocolates beverly hills (3700)
and
fighting LAPD police brutality (15,000)
via the national lawyers guild LA lawsuit regarding the may 1 police brutality.
so most of the cash i ever made was between 4-20 dollars an hour.
i am blue collar and a national merit scholar.
i am overeducated and destitute.
being mid gen x and y confers benefits:
i was literary for lack of computers
downfalls:
not tech-skilled
plus also my old parents werent getting extremely techified until i was already in a black hole at vanderbilt studying gulag literature or
in a tennessee state hospital being drugged to pieces on lithium, depakote, risperdal, clonopin, haldol, thorazine, ativan . . . ?????? what more???? 1998-2002
heart MKULTRA
just somewhere in between all these systems of lies and money
i wish someone could recognize the dignity in every human being.
that is why i support wikileaks
and really really feel for the felled reuters reporters
of collateral murder.
for the children with the glass in their eyeballs.
http://www.michaelmoore.com/words/mike-friends-blog/open-letter-reconciliation-and-responsibility-iraqi-people
http://www.wired.com/dangerroom/2010/04/2007-iraq-apache-attack-as-seen-from-the-ground/
what were you doing 13 july 2007????
mccord was picking up children off the battleground of iraq where the USGVT brought the war to the children.
Wired.com: The first thing you saw was the little girl in the van. She had a stomach wound?
McCord: She had a stomach wound and she had glass in her eyes and in her hair. She was crying. In fact, that’s one of the reasons I went to the van immediately, because I could hear her crying. It wasn’t like a cry of pain really. It was more of a child who was frightened out of her mind. And the next thing I saw was the boy…. He was kind of sitting on the floorboard of the van, but with his head laying on the bench seat in the front. And then the father, who I’m assuming was the father, in the driver’s seat slumped over on his side. Just from looking into the van, and the amount of blood that was on the boy and the father, I immediately figured they were dead.
So, the first thing I did was grab the girl. I grabbed the medic and we went into the back. There’s houses behind where the van was. We took her in there and we’re checking to see if there were any other wounds. You can hear the medic saying on the video, “There’s nothing I can do here, she needs to be evac’d.” He runs the girl to the Bradley. I went back outside to the van, and that’s when the boy took, like, a labored, breath. That’s when I started screaming, “The boy’s alive! The boy’s alive!” And I picked him up and started running with him over to the Bradley. He opened his eyes when I was carrying him. I just kept telling him, “Don’t die; don’t die.” He looked at me, then his eyes rolled back into this head.
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