Kidnapped, Missing Person, Political Prisoner of the United States, Imprisoned in Plain Sight

       I remain unaccompanied.  Yesterday, about 12 cars attempted to reach me, visible.  All attempts failed.      I'm in pain.  They've piled Robotic-things, and, terrorists on me.  They wanted to change their nuclear 'weight' to become visible, while overlapping me, to murder me.  The 'weight' changes make it difficult to walk.  Simultaneously, they inflict pain, on my abdomen, hips, legs, knees, ankles, and/or feet.  They do not fit in my clothes.  They broke all of the spandex, in my tee-shirt, and, have stretched it out.  Their legs, and, bodies are bursting my double-knit pants.  The fabric is thinned.  They're pulling my sock down into my shoe.  I cannot bend the huge, hardened, legs enough to reach my sock, or, shoe.      Please, keep praying for me.

     This morning, when I woke up, my daypack was gone.  It had my new, stupid, sun hat, all the new socks that I just bought, the new tee-shirt that I just bought, some other clothes, mail from the banks that have account information for my checking accounts held by Key Bank, and, U.S. Bank, and my extra blanket.

06:15        This morning, I couldn't open the packaged sandwich that I'd bought from the snack stand.  A couple of days ago, I couldn't open the packaged potato salad that I'd bought from the market.  The plastic packages crush, like crunchy plastic, and, won't open.  I can feel the 'setting' being fired on the food packages, in the air.      I only took 1 photo.

       The terrorists transporting onto me, recent, seem to be driven by evil.  They have been violent, and, escalate, in their aggression, endlessly.  They have been assaulting me, with lethal, nuclear force, and, raping me, with modified, military, systems.  They claim to be helping me walk.  They have been so mean that it's incredible.  It seems personal, but their is no legitimate connection to me.      It's wam, and, sunny, here.  Yesterday, I bought a stupid, sun hat.      The fascists, which I think are Air Force women, follow me, with their voices, demands, and, playscripts, when I go to another neighborhood, here, in L.A.  They still taunt as if they're in control of my financial outlook.      Please, continue to report to the United Nations.  We need foreign air support, ongoing, to stop their coup attempt.      We will not negotiate  my situation. ...

       I'm alive, and, OK.  I remain unaccompanied.

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       I remain unaccompanied.

       The attacks continue, as predicted.  Signs of progress, every day.  There's no end in sight!  It's tragic, on a grand scale, the self-destruction and it's effects.  The American people will be grieving, for a while.  I am alive and OK, in here.  The military, assigned, and, in support are fighting harder, and, better than I knew to be possible.  I'm very grateful, as they carry me.  I'm proud to be an American.  Maybe we've found the hope, for our collective future, that we've been working towards.  Thank you, for your love, and, prayers.      This morning, I read some news stories.  I posted, on Truth Social .  My account is fractured.      Today, it's warm, here.  People are wearing shorts.  It's very nice, outside.

       I remain unaccompanied.      The weather has been beautiful, here.      The people swarm, all of a sudden, acting angry, greedy, and, intimidating.  I'm told, by relay, that the military, local, is failing to stop the terrorists' computer 'reels' that have been closed, by the Pentagon.  The drug epidemic is visible, here.  People look crazed.

       This morning, the same L.A.P.D. Metro Transit police officers woke me up.  I went to eat breakfast, and, have coffee.  I had been staying in that area, for counter-terrorism, security, measures.      Recovery attempts have failed.      I seem to be accessing some news stories, on Truth Social .  It's very exciting.  Signs of progress!

       This morning, I couldn't stay awake.  The L.A.P.D. Metro Transit officers woke me up, and, told me that I had to move.  U.S. Navy (A.W.O.L.), and, Canadians (A.W.O.L.) keep 'locking' onto my brain.  They're from the 'gateway' problem.  They're usually redacted.  They come in a group, at the same time.      I went to eat breakfast, and, had coffee.      Last night, more recovery attempts failed.      The north to south main tributary, on the west coast, of the 'gateway' problem has failed to close.  They are really terrorists, irrationally threatening revenge.  We may be losing.  We need foreign air support, again, to close it.      I have difficulty breathing, and, too much inflicted pain to walk.

     There's an L.A.P.D. Metro Transit police team that have accused me of loitering at the outdoor waiting area/drop-off/pick-up.  I've heard, by relay, that they're off their assigned route, and, dirty.  The cars trying to recover me are blocked from moving up.  This morning, I left at 04:30, and, went to eat breakfast, early.      Yesterday, the Fuel Rod battery re-charger machine, in Union Station, was broken.  I think I've been moved up, farther, north, vertical, where nothing works correctly.  The lines don't hold.  Today, I had to come to the charity, soup kitchen, to plug in my phone, to charge it.      The terrorists, and, wayward Marines are transporting onto my body, fast, constant.  They are violent.  I'm being tortured.  I'm completely over-powered, by their excessive force.  They restrain my movement.  I am alive and in good health, trapped by their numerous, illegal, Roboti...

       Good morning.  The furnished apartments that thought I would qualify me, are in a location that won't work.  We attempt recovery, every day.  The U.S. Navy is very involved, in who contacts me, and, shouldn't be.  The L.A.P.D. seems held back, from following Judge's orders, to provide me aid, specific.  I'll need the P.R. firm that I've retained, and, press agents to contact the L.A.P.D.  My retained attorney has contacted the L.A.P.D. and has the case number, and, documents that have been submitted.

     I'm awake.  I've eaten breakfast.  The attack had closed in, around me, early this morning.  I couldn't go to church.  The attack is brutal.  I'm praying for help.

       Last night, I slept.  I had a difficult time, getting up, this morning.  I went to Denny's, for a nice breakfast.      None of the apartments that I've applied for have approved me, yet.      I remain unaccompanied.

  08:38      Today is Sam Hithye and my third Valentine's Day together.  As he promised, I'm happier, with him being with me, than I thought possible.  We really hope to get through this, together, and make a life together.  I'm really happy that he's with me.      Y'all's support is carrying me through this punishment.  Happy Valentine's Day!  Love makes the world go 'round.      We're gonna try to get to a neat place, for lunch, and eat Pad Thai, my favorite, today.  Our marriage application, to the state of California, is still pending.      My cousin Kimberly is getting married, this June, in Florida.  God, I would really love to be there.  Sam Hithye and my wedding will be in February of 2027.  God, please liberate me, from this isolation, and reunite me with my family.      I remain unaccompanied.  Nobody has called, in response to my applications, for ...

     Last night, I slept outside, in the rain.  This morning, a man named Lee gave me a chocolate bar, and, prayed that my family would find me.  I'm still haunted, by human traffickers.  It's scary.

       Yesterday, the apartment building, right here, with the big 'now leasing' sign out, told me that I couldn't come in without an appointment.  We looked at the web site, again.  It says, "come right in."      I found a small studio, on the Google, that we're going to look at, today.  There's a seafood restaurant, in the neighborhood.      My family and friends kind of follow me, everywhere, unable to reach me, up here.  The human traffickers seem delighted, in their success.  They show no willingness to back down and let me see my family or have money to get off the street.  They still laugh maniacally.      Today, it's rainy.

       This morning, I went to wait in line, for a shelter bed.  None were available.  I'm still unaccompanied.  My checking account didn't post an incoming transfer, again, today.  Some money is missing, perhaps because I had a DEBIT charge, from the motel.      Four files of same photo, on my phone (above).