Tuesday, February 25, 2025

      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.  Nobody can own me.  My legal rights are intact.  It seems to be a horrific fascist threat, where individuals who have access to military resources control individual citizens.  It seems as though that is the form of government their coup is attempting to instill.

     They have so many military servicemembers helping them follow me, track me, harass me, and, intimidate me that it's terrifying.  They seem to be intoxicated, or, drug-addled.  I remain unaccompanied.  I'm unreachable.  I don't know that I can survive this.  There's no end, in sight.  We won't give up our Country, our Civil Liberties, our freedom!

                    15:27

     Today, at the Starbucks on Cesar Chavez & Broadway. L.A.P.D. officers, in uniform, don't respond to emergency comm's from the F.B.I., again. Comm's are blocked by dirty Marines???

     Thanks for preserving evidence.

     The fascism is ominous, and, active, here, in L.A.. Please, fight for our freedom!

                    21:12

     Tonight, I was resting on a bench at the outdoor transit pavilion, under my blanket, near 'the loop' that moves cars up, to recover me, as agreed. An L.A.P.D. Metro Transit police officer, in uniform, came through. I told him, again, that I was waiting for my ride. I'm stranded. The cars can't move up, to reach me. This time, I told him about the Court orders to present me to a federal Judge, from the F.B.I. I asked how to send the papers to him. I asked for his business card. He said that he didn't have one. I overheard Sam Hithye, en cloak, and an F.B.I. agent, en cloak, discuss the papers. By relay, a counter-terrorism team told him that I'm supposed to be there. He left. A while later, he returns, and, tells me that I'm loitering, and, can't be there. Then, he tells me to go somewhere, for a couple of hours. As I left, another Metro Transit police car came flying around the corner, into the garage. A motorcycle, whose rider had a Metro patch on his sleeve, came flying through the intersection, through the crosswalk when the signal, for me to walk, had turned. The frenzied traffic pattern is a repeat. I don't know what 'reel' it's tied to. Last time, the neighborhood yelled, "What are they covering up?" and "Who did he go talk to?"

     For days, every time that I see someone smoking a pipe, someone screeches.  It's a terrorist illegally monitoring me!  Is that why Metro police have added extra patrols, again?  People are smoking drugs at the transit pavilion?  Who do they work for?  They're ignoring many legitimate calls, in regards to my situation.