The crime was executed by 3-4 Hispanic males driving a Suburban Chevy, with Mexican license plates, and one other vehicle also bearing Mexican plates. The thugs, on direction of fbi, parked illegally next to my car in order to obscure the view of my car.
I filed the above referenced police report with officer Joseph J, Muer (phonetic spelling), badge 6919, and with Mall Security at Sunrise Mall, 2370 N. Expressway, suite 1448, Brownsville, Texas 78526, (956)541-6342 extension 226, Securiy Director Rebecca Guerra, Officers Francisco Rincones and Pauline Castillo.
On 3-12-15, I also met
by chance at the mall the Mayor of Brownsville, Tony Martinez and the
city manager, Charlie Cabler.
Note that earlier in the day on 3-11-15 an Hispanic male, age 45, 5'9", 175 lbs, assaulted me in the computer room at the Brownsville, Texas Public Library, and engaged in threat by intimidation. This occurred at about 1PM. I now understand that the thug in the library was there to warn me of things to come.
Meanwhile, the fbi
continues the 24/7 DEW assaults on me and the cop/fools at USPI and
the Texas DPS continue a fraudulent investigation of me in efforts to
intimidate or threaten on behalf of the fbi terrorists.
I must remind myself that this is the United States of America.
SCREWDRIVERS, ICEPICKS & ASSORTED GOONS
Here's the latest. Just a little anecdote and of relatively minor importance, considering the BIG picture of life in the trenches. But I just couldn't let it pass, since if nothing else it helps me to vent my anger and frustration. And saves me the trouble of recording this in my journal of ongoing sabotage and harassment. Possibly even helps me keep my sense of humor. (What's left of it.)
I have been debilitated for the past 2 weeks, mostly due to flare ups of a serious neck/back injury which happened in 1998 when my car was totalled in an "arranged" crash. Yesterday, though I can still barely walk, I needed to get to the store, since my cats needed food and litter. When it comes to my cats, I do what I have to do, no matter what. I went out to my car, and as always, checked the tires. No problem.
I drove to the gas station in Woodstock, where I filled the tank. I then proceeded to the supermarket. When I came out to the parking lot I saw that my left front tire was going flat. So I went back to the gas station. The attendant checked the tire and informed me that the tire could NOT be patched, but needed to be replaced. When I asked why, he said, "Looks like it was slashed with an ice pick."
The puncture was in the side wall. The guy filled it with air and said I could probably make it home since it's only a few miles. Since I have no money to replace the tire, I had no choice. I made it home, thank God.
In January 1999 I managed to get another used car, the one I have now, after the last one was totalled by the arranged crash. (And that's a story you'll love, but must wait for another time.) A friend drove me to the car dealer and we checked the tires, as always. These tires were brand new. No problem.
While I was kneeling down looking at the tire, a man approached me from behind. He said to me "Look, there's a screw in your tire!" I looked. Sure enough, a screw.
I went to the nearest gas station (same one I always go to). It was around 9:30 PM, but thank God, the place was still open. The mechanic on duty looked at the tire. He removed the screw. It was a BRAND NEW SHINY SCREW and was screwed in right to the hilt. No accident here. I knew that, and what's more so did the mechanic.
Again, my prayers were answered. An angel of God, working at the gas station! (In other words, a decent human being who did not think I was a nutcase.) He patched the tire and I was on my way.
Thank God, once again, I made it home safely. But not without the latest message delivered by the goons: SCREW YOU.
(I still have the screw. It's in a plastic evidence bag, among my growing collection of tokens of the esteem of my adversaries.)
In the past 6 years, I have lost 6 cars, compliments of the vandalism of these hardworking goons who never let an opportunity pass to cost me money I don't have and keep me from getting where I need to go.
This lucky guy --perhaps even ordained by God for the privilege-- will surely make my day. Meanwhile, I'll just keep praying for divine protection and try to keep my sense of humor intact...though I must admit, it's fading fast.
Thanks for listening and God bless,
On or about July 20, 2014, I opened my smart phone to a website where Clemson University was studying the synthetic kidney stone en vivo as I have tried to document in part 16 of My Story. When I clicked on the reference, a page of nude figures appeared. I then tried to exit, but all of a sudden I saw on my screen a reference to “little girls’ private parts”.
2) On July 22, 2014, I filed a police report online (report # 14077078) on the subject of the fbi operative mentioned in item number one above. I also spoke with Detective Garcia, Employee #4000, regarding the continuing harassment in the public library by the same fbi operative. I explained the two decades history of the fbi trying to prevent me from using any computer.
I am grateful to both officers (Palacio and Garcia) for recording my complaints as summarized above; and I am particularly appreciative that Detective Garcia studied my website and relevant evidence therein sufficiently for him to come to his initial impression regarding the attempts to ‘set up’ this ex fbi agent.
Finally, all men who are targeted for destruction by the criminals inside the fbi have a distinct and serious disadvantage in trying to prove their innocence; the fbi has the motive, means, and opportunity to set up for arrest many innocent men who are targeted for imprisonment, forced suicide or selective assassination by the fbi’s own agents and operatives.
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