UPDATE: FIGHT TO RAISE INCOME TAXES

     We haven't gotten through!  Our elected government is still tied up, by playscripted drama, written and planned by fascist, insurrectionists in the U.S. military.

     Please, yell, in the streets, that we need to raise federal, corporate and personal, income taxes.  We need to fully fund the government.  Tell Congress to stop the budget cuts.  The wealthy need to pay their fair share.

     Update, I'm alive and OK.  Nobody has made direct contact.  My U.S. Army assigned Sam Hithye, retired, is still trying to send me a wire transfer.  They have been cancelled, from U.S. military, computer systems that are not authorized to be on a bank line.

     We have accounts, at the Bank of America, that I haven't been able to access.  Yesterday, I went to a branch, in person, and was told that I could not speak to a banker, without an appointment, made in advance.  They did not offer me any appointment times.  We had thought that a wire transfer would be able to reach a checking account, at their national bank, especially if it were sent from a Bank of America account.

     On Army level B, in Portland, Oregon, the city is divided into sub-levels, from 3.0-3.9.  I've been held, on 3.8-3.9 by dirty, Air Force machines.  The Bank of America branch had a clocktower, overun by Air Force feed.

     The DEBIT card account where the U.S. Army deposited Emergency Relief funds, has a balance of, over, $14,000.  My web account is still overidden.  It shows me a balance of 85¢.  

     Today, I bought more groceries.  I had coupons.  It is fantastic to have access to a kitchen.  I had lots of coffee and some soda pop.  I have blankets, on the air mattress, and a roof over my head.

     I'm unable to attend church services.  The terrorists attacks on me, personal, are too countless.  Sam and I will not be together, to celebrate Passover.

     This Monday is Earth Day!

     I signed up, to participate in this protest. on April 27.  https://fminus.org/portland-art-museum-protest-april-27th/

     I haven't seen Sam.  Today, I waited outside while he went to the barber shop, en cloak, with some members of the counter-terrorism watch teams.  He told me, by relay, that the barber said that his new beard doesn't, yet, need a trim.

     He's still with me, en cloak, all of the time.  He's wonderfully sweet to me.  He makes me smile, every morning.  He's taking good care of me.

     I've reaffirmed my decision not to remodel the kitchen, of the house that he bought for us, that I haven't, yet, seen.  The FORMICA is only thirty years old.  We may want another marble bench.

     Today, I went into a re-sale shop.  We picked out some nice things.  A friend will have to try to go in, without me, visible, all the way up here, north, and try to buy them.

     Last week, I got a food box, from the Sunshine Division food pantry.  If I run out of money, before the end of the month, I can go there, again.  They offer sixteen visits per year.  Right now, my cupboard is full.

     My appearance changes constant, digital.  The terrorists have put more robot-things in my clothes.  I am wearing a new T-shirt, that was on clearance, at the Levi's store.  

     I need some new, summer clothes, new sneakers, a mattress with box spring, and a small dresser or bookshelf.  I have to visit agencies that serve the permanently disabled, as soon as possible, to ask for support.  I, also, would like to visit the F.B.I.'s Portland Field Office, to report myself as "Wanting To Be Found".  It's not easy, to get to.

     The U.S. military is working hard, to shut down the hacks of my E-mail and web accounts, and clear the interference on my cell phone.  There are definite signs of progress.  I've received mail, at my new address, but haven't received any forwarded mail.  I did not receive the packages that were sent to me, here.  They were returned, undeliverable, but delivery, to the house, was never attempted.

     My Dad and Mary are around.  I haven't been able to see them.  My family and loved ones can reach Sam.  It's fantastic to hear, from them.  I'm not nearly as lonely as I was, the nine years that I was away from Sam.  I'm told, by relay, that my parents are doing better, than in a long while.  The kids are alright.  I hear that things are getting better, all around.

     Please, pray that I am liberated, retrieved by Sam Hithye, and see, and hug, my family and loved ones, as His will allows.

     Re-election Biden-Harris.  Buy your yard signs, soon!

     God bless America!