CIA IS SO DIRTY !
I SET CIA's NICKNAME = "TOILET MAN" !
Whatever opportunity comes, CIA will use it to make its victim's life more terrible, even the toilet's stuffs. CIA knows I am living like a homeless man (no toilet), so CIA takes advantage of that toiletless to make my life more mirserable.
1. In May 21, 2010, I went to WENDY'S at corner of First Street and Broadway, San Diego downtown (You can see it from the Picture 1 below) to use a restroom since I am homeless. Customer must pay money to use it. When I first came to the restroom, a Mexican janitor just finished cleaning the men restroom. I put one quarter into the lock of the door. I could not open the door. I tried to find the janitor and asked him for help, then one big, tall black man walked to the restroom area. He told me that he knew how to open the door. He put one token in (not quarter) and he opened the door. Then he told me wait for him finish first.
When he was out, he had a bag with him. He said to me: "The toilet is not cleaned yet. Please do it for me." I came in and saw a lot of bubbles flew on his yellow peeing. I flushed water couple times and checked the toilet paper in a big circle steel box. There was no paper in there. I would have a trouble if I did not check the paper first.
I found the janitor and asked him for toilet paper. He seemed upset and answered: "I just put the toilet paper there". I confirm him again there was nothing in the paper box. The janitor checked the paper box to believe in my words, then he put a new toilet paper in.
I knew the man was one of CIA's people and he took the new roll of paper out of the circle steel box to set a trap - so dirty trap!
Why the CIA man came on time to act?
The first night I came to "live" in SD downtown is 05/20/2010. I parked my van on 1st Street, right in front of WENDY'S. I had a ticket since I did not put quarters into the time clock. That the officer claimed. He lied because I hanged my handicap placard already. He did not like my posters around my van, so he fined me! What a dishonest man!
So it's easy to know that I would use WENDY'S toilet.
If my Visitors have a chance to visit WENDY'S RESTAURANT at the corner of 1st Street and Broadway in Downtown San Diego, you can check the Mexican janitor for my story (Caution: CIA might change the janitor or force him lying !)
2. Sunday 5/30/2010, after leaving my kids I passed by LUCKY SEAFOOD in Mira Mesa, San Diego to buy foods for dinner (5 rolls of egg rolls and one cup of crap egg soup). That night, I slept in front of CHASE bank, 101 Broadway, downtown San Diego. At 2am (5/31/2010), I had a stomach age. I needed a toilet fast. But at 2am, WENDY'S was closed and I had no way to find a toilet. I had to solve that problem right in my van. Homeless people were surround my van. They laughed and made comments like "euu....", "perfect", "good decision",.... I knew I had stomach age at 2am because of CIA's plan. I saved that dirty stuff until 2pm, when I left the protest place and went to dialysis. I dropped it in the dialysis house.
3. Friday 6/4/2010, after leaving San Diego downtown I came back to East San Diego, Vietnamese community area. I had four hours of dialysis. Medical staffs of FMC College tried harder than usual to torture me. Perry (a medical tech) told another staff that: "You will have problem again tonight". I knew he warned me. After dialysis, I had a dinner at KING RESTAURANT on El Cajon Blvd, next to ASIA BUSINESS CENTER. I had a bowl of NAM VANG combination clear noodle and a glass of lemon soda. Last night (6/4/10), I slept in front of ASIA BUSINESS CENTER. At 2am sharp (6/5/2010) I had the same feeling stomach age as last time. I tried to hod it, but after about 15 minutes, I could not hold it anymore. I had to do the same solution as last time (part 2). I brought that dirty stuff put in the garbage can in front of FMC of College in ASIA BUSINESS CENTER.
How CIA could make me have stomach ages on exactly 2am in the mornings? I think there are three posibilities:
- My dialysis center (FMC of College) injected some lethal medicines into my blood while I had having dialysis.
- CIA agent forced restaurants to put some medicines into my foods.
- CIA had some equipments can make me have stomach age anytimes they want.
I am pretty sure that the first and third scenarios are the reason for my stomach ages because two my stomach ages happed exactly at 2am.
In short, regardingless of how CIA could make me in trouble of stomach ages, these examples (2 & 3) show that CIA is the dirtiest agency in the world. CIA can use any dirty opportunites to make its victims more mirserable. CIA is the dirtiest because they are thieves. That is so low and so brutal !
(Saturday 11 October 2010)
Yesterday, the attendance doctor visited the dialysis clinic. When he came to my chair, he asked me "How are you doing?"
I answered him "I am fine", then suddently I had a big sneezing followed my answer. I could not control it. The doctor felt uncomfortable about my sneezing. I could see his ears turned red. He told Vanessa (medical tech.) something; I only heard "... make sure it will not happen again.". and he went to another patient without saying goodbye to me as usual.
I felt that this was a set up from Julia (CIA agent, social worker) to make the doctor upset about me.
After dialysis, I went to PHO HOA to have a beef noodle soup. After that I started to feel stomachage. I went back to the clinic's restroom.
Exactly 2am today, I had stomachage again. I could not hold it. I must solve the problem right in my car. I brang the dirty stuff to the garbage track in front of the clinic. I said to the security camera "This is the third time I had stomachage exactly at 2am.
4. ONE OF MY TOUGHEST DAYS TO DEAL WITH CIA:
I registered to be a TOUCH SCREEN INSPECTOR (TI) for California Gubernatorial Primary Election (06/08/2010). Because I have been living as a homeless since April 14, 2010 and I have protest then almost every week day, so I knew that CIA would prepared to treat me bad on Election day. (They did psychological test me hard in the training day at San Diego Mission Road, but I passed the test)
I usually sleep in Broadway, downtown San Diego; however, the night before Election day (06/07/2010) I moved to Mira Mesa, San Diego to sleep. My Election Precinct was 130370; GARAGE - ENGLISH RESIDENCE; 8814 REVELSTOKE WAY; SAN DIEGO, CA 92126; PHONE: 858-547-3538.
I tried to sleep in front of STARBUCK COFFEE store, VONS shopping center in Mira Mesa, but the security there told me that the shopping was private property, so I must moved to another place to sleep. I then moved to front of CHASE BANK, Mira Mesa. But Police came, checked my ID stuffs then told me moved out of the bank. I drove to ALBERTSON shopping center and parked in an empty exit, near CVS PHARMACY & MIRA MISA BLVD.
I wake up at 4:30am in Tuesday 06/08/2010 - the Election day. I came to the ENGLISH RESIDENCE at 5:30am. My working day stretched from 5:30am to 8:30pm.
There were three more workers with me:
Position Name Home Work Cell
PRECINCT INSPECTOR MIKE J. SABELLICO 858-635-9124 858-225-6485 858-945-0583
TOUCH SCREEN INSP. THOMAS NGUYEN 858-408-5206
ASST. INSPECTOR ELIZABETH S. NGUYEN 619-602-2396 858-695-3425 619-602-2396
CLERK LONNIE ENGLISH 760-789-1129 858-547-3538
These people and voters were trained by CIA to put me in trouble as much as possible:
- by talking almost of time. The boss (MIKE - an Italian & Portuguese mix. He said he was a CPA.) talked a lot. He was very good in keeping other workers talk and voters talk. Some old Voters chatted about 30, 40 minutes. So I had to hear sounds almost constantly more than 10 hours.
- by making noises, sounds,...such as screech sound of moving chairs; dropping things; closing doors, swing from neighbor houses,...
- by chatting around some topics related to my life's stuffs such as problem between me and my wife, money, sex, posters on my van, immigration, getting money from government for free, government's wasting money, traitor, talking bad about government, ...or what I did and what I ate during my break times to show that they knew everything about my activities,...
- by interfering my work. For example: I was an TI, but nobody used the computer so I helped others in different positions. When I worked as a clerk I had to find a voter's name in the lists; notice the voter's party to the next worker; let the voter sign, and read the voter's address for the next worker check Index Address list (this part can be done later if voters were crowded). At the busy time, there were many voters came at the same time. While I checked for the second or the third, the next worker interfered me by asking me for the first's address, for the second's party, ....and voter skipped signing,...
- by giving comments to me and grading me via talking with LONNIE's dog (house owner's dog)
- but the most lethal thing is CIA invisible rays and equipments. Even I did not know where they had been installed in the house, but I could feel their presences via their effects on my head and my feelings: dizzy, headaches, itching,....As my experiences, I moved and changed my positions to avoid those extreme lethal effects.
Finally, there was no complains about my Unit's work. All Voters gave good comments and gradings to me. The Voters and voting workers agreed that I was a fine man. Again, I had passed the second psychological attack of CIA during my homeless life. The first one is: I had passed the Voting training in San Diego Mission Drive to be a certified TI for California Gubernatorial Primary Election on June 8, 2010.
5. CIA used a homeless old man to harass and set up a fight with me, in order to put me in jail. But I did not fall into that trap:
On Wednesday 14 July 2010, at 9:15pm, CIA sent an old homeless man to harass and set up a fight with me. I knew this was a trap of CIA, so I controlled myself, not to fall into that trap. I took picture of the homeless man and called police. Two police officers came to report: Raynatal Woods and J. Rzucidlo (Rgs@bobo.com 619-744-9500). I don't think they will take the homeless away. Police and the homeless are CIA's people.
6. CIA controls my wife and my kids to against me, make my life totally terrible:
I have been living as a homeless from 14 April 2010 until now. I protest everyday in downtown. I come to visit my kids at weekends, have some good times with my kids. Currently, when I protest at downtown, many people turned to support me since they had known the truth. FBI might investigate my story for a while. CIA is in trouble. CIA returns favor by controlling my wife and my kids to make my life more terrible at weekends: Completely (April - July 2010, at home and at dialysis clinic) punish me all times. CIA is much worse than Mafia !
I'd really appreciate it if any my Visitors would copy the above image of my email and send it to China Embassy or Russian Embassy or United Nations for me. Thank you very much.
China Embassy's email: chinaembassy_US@fmprc.gov.cn
Russian Embassy's email: email@example.com
United Nations' email: CP@ohchr.org
Every time I call US Supreme Court at 202-479-3211 or 202-479-3000 and say that I am a victim of CIA, then I was told to hold for a minute. After that I was transfered to a CIA man. Similar, if I call China or Russia Embassies. I had similar situations last year, when I called all local Media Broadcastings (KUSI, 10 news, NBC,...).
Today (6/3/10), about 2:15pm I passed by FEDEX KINKO Mira Mesa, San Diego to fax my letter to Russian Embassy in US. I saw some CIA agents were there already in front of the store. After I finished it and came out, one agent told me: "What do you feel if the fax doesn't work?
Saturday April 30, 2011:
One of current dirty psychological torture methods of CIA on me is fooling public: "This man is mental illness. If you cough or snezzing in front of him, he will get upset and angry immediately"
This method was applied in my current dialysis clinic FMC of College couple months ago. Medical staffs ordered patients pretend to have loud coughing to upset me during my dialysis. At first, I did not know this was a newest psychological trick of CIA. It created this to make an evidence for its slandering: "This man (me) is mental illness"
First , I reacted to those patients not because I hated coughing but because of the fact that those patients believed me mental illness.
This kind of abuse had happening for a while. Then I discovered that people outside of my clinic (in restaurant, in libraries, on streets, etc all most everywhere) started to do coughing in front of me.
I realized that CIA agents had spread its psycho trick to public. I must change my way to fix the problem: I should not react to coughing anymore to wake public up. Public will realize that CIA lied to them if people see I have no react to coughing at all..
One day I told Ms. Annaly Ford - manager of FMC of College dialysis center - that: "I know you guys fool patients that I am mental illness. From now I show all of you that I have no problem with your coughing. All of you can try coughing now and watch my face". They did, but I was still normal.
From that day, patients had trying harder, but I kept my words.
There was one Chinese patient named Dong in my dialysis shift. He went to 42nd St. Vietnamese Church. Medical staffs ordered this man to cough during dialysis.He tried hardest to be rewarded by the clinic. He was number 1 patient doing that. His cough was loudly and he showed his pretending clearly. What a surprised! Couples weeks ago he got sick and quicky died.
I told people in the clinic that GOD had punished him for me. Now there are only one or two patients sometimes dare to pretend coughing during my dialysis.
Wednesday 5 June 2013:
Last night, I went to sleep from 10pm. At 12pm, I woke up because I heard the car parked behind my van turned up its engine and ran away. Then more loud noises came up: a motorbike and a truck parked behind my van. They pushed their gas pedals to make loud terrible noise couple minutes just like they wanted me to really woke up. They turned off engines. I was breathe out. However, I was wrong to think the trouble's finally gone. Another noises came up: talking and skate boarding. There were about four guys skate around my van again, again, and again.
Then I knew that those big brother tried to upset me, but I was still silent, just turned my body left, right and continued waiting...
These terrible noises bothered me a long time. Finally, they were tired because they got no response from me. They threw their skate boards back to the back of the truck and drove away. I found my cell phone to check time: it was 1:25am!
It took me about one more hour, so I could fall to sleep again.