sat 20 sept 08
the FBI abuse continues. they had one of my friends come to this library a
short while ago and stage a little hebephrenic fit. "i don't like it when you act as
though i'm an FBI agent," she squeals and stamps her little feet. i never SAID
she was an agent. for christ's sake, i've known her for 16 years. i KNOW she's
not an agent. she throws this phony fit here in the library because yesterday
i was talking to the librarians about the FBI, so now the friend's assignment from
the law kids is to come in here and throw a fit and make out how insane i am,
accusing her of being an agent and all. these people illegally put me out on the
streets as bait for a mob, they did not buy me a house for me and my animals,
put us in it and protect me THERE ( which is what protection is SUPPOSED to
be), they got doctors and social workers and friends all to betray any loyalty to
me or any REAL concern for my mental health, which they have badly damaged
into despair and hopelessness and loss of will to live. and they want to cover all
of their filthy treatment of me with this cloak "Delusional."
the mob are scum. the FBI, DEA and ATF are worse.
just last week, one of their psychology-clilnician-agent types told me this: "They
won't let you die, you know. When they're finished with you, they won't leave you
out there to die. They'll take care of you." The way they've taken care of me so
far? Didn't they already leave me out in the world to die when they took my
animals away from me? they have left me dying for six months and counting. the
bullet has never been my greatest enemy. the FBI has.
