This letter is intended to give some satisfaction to my belief that Covid-19 was a bomb and that Donald J. Trump is criminally insane.   I know how to go about this because I have struggled a long time personally as a victim who was targeted for no reason as a child by this assassin.  Further, I am deaf through unnatural causes from his insane mayhem and yet have never either been compensated nor recognized as a victim due to his power sway.   He used namesakes to cultivate the plan for me to die trying to stop him from his plot to murder me as he did my father Ryland Crary, a Peace Corps leader from Bush’s ship in the Navy who was identified by Axis rioters seeking revenge for Nagasaki and Hiroshima.  Trump has threatened the United States covertly with nuclear war as part of his atrocity.    Apparently, however, he enjoys prior approval for his misconduct from the Democrats in Congress because he has argued his Green Party concept to be a rescue of American power and a benefit to the human race.   After both the AIDS attack and Covid-19, his manipulation catapulted Americans to address the problems of race.  Race made an effective diversion and justification for the crimes.  Abolition of apartheid and installation of Obama drowned out the evidence of planning in the AIDS attack, just as the death of Geo. Floyd brought mayhem in the streets as a progress report in diversion to the Covid-19 bomb.    

        I am a strange man who has led a destroyed life and yet in that fact is the evidence for Trump’s deadliness.   The fact that I live in The State of Washington is one aspect of my existence being evidence of his foul play and atrocious mistreatment that is telltale.   I was steered into Tacoma so I would find the evidence of JFK being wheeled through here on the way to Dallas just as Trump arranges to finish me.  This is Klondike Gold Rush country where he made his fortune.   Working with NAACP representatives, including Obama, in Pittsburgh at the Community College of Allegheny County, Trump mongered a war game called Two Virgins clocked to the AIDS attack and attack prostitution for the manufacture of risk in a testing con job on Mt. Desert Island after the FEMA positioned me at Falk Medical Library for the death of my father in 1984.  The obituary was defaced with a story about the German Green Party on the back and a virulent letter of hostility by a man named Donohue.  Rosa, the hottie he hired to target me in a terrible neurological injury from a nerve agent they used, then ended up with a man from the State of Washington who lured me here and had me chemically castrated.  The girl who taught me sign language was raped to punish her.

       As a child, after being humiliated by Donald Gruber and threatened by the towering Donald Finnegan, I was kidnapped, tortured, gassed and held hostage by brutal, armed assailants named the Pitmans, then horribly pedophiled in semi-consciousness by a man named Donald Ostro and others who held me in trauma in places like a dark garage.   All of these evil terrorists were, like Trump, attaches of Andy Warhol who planted letters on me that Seattle has used to keep me in suffocating isolation 30 more years of misery, trauma, terror and pain.

        Although my grandparents were Distinguished Citizens of Poplar Bluff, there is reason to believe that Trump secretly thinks he owns me and that he bought and paid for my existence,  Grandmother was a Donaldson and my father had a mysterious brother from Dallas City, Iowa named Donald.  Among the terrible tragedies stalking me were a hostile agency working with Trump who murdered Saoirse Kennedy.

Mac Crary