Donald Trump is a self-declared enemy of the United States of America.   If anything made sure of his determination to let us know that he hates us the Covid 19 attack, which he authored, has sealed the matter.   What I bear witness to is clear confirmation that I was lured to Tacoma as part of his plan.  Tom Kempf transplanted me here with the help of International District publication agency and Gov. Inslee.   The bill of sale is an old, ongoing storyline put together with intrigue that included the mind of a Burmese military sociologist named Aung San, or Dr. A. Cho.  His team included a Syrian code named Amal Kassir that harks back to Seattle’s backstab in Pittsburgh, where they were more English oriented in saying Kiss My Ass.

     On April 22, 2020 Pierce County Aging and Health Department engineered a virtual assassination attempt.  A woman named Chandra recommended food donation by a biker group who with apparent malice delivered a box that was hot with fresh Covid 19.  It’s not reported by this monster bites, they are hot, hot.   One entered my eye, eight weeks into recovery, and this morning they were frozen shut and hard to open.  Needing rest, I was forced into a Emergency Shower fully clothed, and a battle to salvage what I could and get the rest to the garbage.  This also endangered the entire building.

       We know they say you get temporary immunity if you get wall but does that give the attacker lobby team the right to test immunity theory on a high risk deaf individual clearly taking a long time to get well?  1/6th of a year already and I’m still in trouble.   

       With one terrible act of malice Trump brought an end to concerts, demonstrations, jobs, small businesses, schools, international relations, hope for enlightenment, our futures.  Now it’s too dangerous to discuss is what.   

        In TCC (Trump Community College) tea club a Native American who spoke casually about virological warfare, and brilliant, hostile Chinese girls while Cho was seen hatefully striding across the campus with his hands over his head as though tied there.  Remember the bed bugs that forced me to buy a new bed?  Like a death bed?  The poison in the mouth I’m still being treated for from when I came back?   This is a school of war veterans, young and friskly, demonstrating their uprising power.   The Trump tragedy visited on all of us targeted me and uses me to illustrate a reverse class action.

        Hillary Clinton never mentioned child labor, robber barons, she was virtually Trump’s madame.  On Mt. Desert Island her namesake was Hillary Logan of all things, a reference to the film where they got rid of the old, I suppose without scaring seniors.  While it beggars me to imagine where flying burkhas would go in the Beatles’ song Happiness Is….I’m sure that Hillary would sing along.  Meanwhile, her favorites, the untouchable Jews demand endless self-sacrificing magnanimity towards their hostility, sabotage, cruelty, hatred, stalking because of the unspeakable things of WW2, so their favorites in Hollywood brass come around strutting all heaped up manhood tsk-tsking a child who was brutally assaulted blindside by armed men.  And they never let up.