I received this e-mail a few years ago, presumably in response to my website. I tried to remove all identifying information before posting this. This man has suffered enough. Be warned that the truths in this email are very disturbing.

I'm Name removed to protect the victim: A forty-two year old, single white male. I design Cars, Boats, RV's, Houses, etc., which I found are worth "Fifty-Billion Dollars" in mass production. You'll find my method of evaluating the market place below, under the "The Economics of Fifty-Billion Dollars" heading, as well as a few products which you may wish to invest in. But first I feel it more important to explain my reasons for not being able to patent, mass produce and sell my various lines of "Innovative Products" on my own! For instance:

I Live Under the Mafia!

I'm Looking for "INVESTORS!" And not the stock market type, who are so far removed from the products which they have invested in that they may as well be in Las Vegas sitting behind a one armed bandit! My investors must be keenly aware of how organized crime operates in the USA! For instance, I was in the process of marketing my own ideas and inventions when the local Policing Authorities explained to me how they are bugging my home and made movies of me having sex with my pillow while I was tucked in bed, as a professional hypnotist raked through my subconscious, spring loading all sorts of slimy diversion and blackmail issues throughout my mind!

This is "Very Powerful Extortion!" The closest analogy to it that I can find is, building or repairing your home in a hurricane, blizzard, etc. . . I would hate to see anyone, who would be willing to invest in me, get sucked into the "In Chute" of this "Covert US Justice System: Meatpacking Plant," or any extortion scam remotely resembling it!

About The Huge Organized Crime Syndicate I Live Under

The reason I've been forced to use this "Huge Dollar Figure," in order to attract investors is, I've been down this road before. . . About twenty years ago, as a rookie entrepreneur, I found that people were making a game out of stealing my ideas and inventions, which I planned to support myself with!

At one point, it was clearly explained to me that a few "Public Officials Entered into a Conspiracy to Defraud Me," of the right to profit on the merits of my own ideas and inventions, by "Falsely Imprisoning Me!" You can read more about this under the "Big Money & Community Controls" heading, below.

It turned out, the "Very Intense Rubber Hose Beatings," which I endured as a child, were connected to an "End of the World Religious Cult" which is connected to the Police Department! This means, while on one side, I was being purposely disconnected from various community ties, on the other side, a crooked City Mayor, or Police Chief, etc., has been conducting a "Lost Sheep Program" in conjunction with the Church, while a few middle men (employed by one or more sides) extract my "Fifty-Billion Dollar Foldout Mansion," piece by piece!

I wrote a four-hundred-fifty page book on the subject named, "My Fifty-Billion Dollar Foldout Mansion: Extortion & Murder in the USA." Although this basically involves a farmer, a local Sheriff, a sheep, and a slaughterhouse, no one I contacted wanted to publish it. . . Perhaps I forgot to include that song off of the "Pink Floyd: Animals" album, named "Sheep," as a musical parameter, in order to help to fully explain what these people are up to!

From Rags to Riches

Now I'm forced to prove to you that my ideas and inventions are actually worth "Fifty-Billion Dollars" or more! And that they are worth that much money to "Both Myself and My Investors!"

I'm also compelled to disprove the "Name Removed Public Slander Sheet" which was written by the Government I live under, and is routinely "Publicly Announced" over the subliminal public address systems of the Workplace, Grocery Store, Gas Station, and anywhere else I muster the courage to venture!

Big Money & Community Controls

As I understand how Communism operated in the old Soviet Union, when a "Thomas Edison" or a "Henry Ford" emerged, they were viewed as a "Social Disease" which needed to be eradicated. The Government simply placed these "Would Be Entrepreneurs" in a strangle hold as the State absorbed all of their ideas and inventions!

In the USA, about twenty years ago, I was in the process of marketing a few hundred-million dollars worth of ideas and inventions, when it was explained to me how the US Government covertly placed a series of hidden cameras in my home. . . In the USA, this is known as "Invasion of Privacy!" Although in my case, a better legal term would be "Running a Puppet Theater in order to Commit Extortion via Color of Law!" Anyway, this "Smile, You're on Candid Camera Event," was the starting gun for my never ending "Big Brother Nightmare," based on the type of government controls found in George Orwell's book, "1984!"

My entire life has been reduced to my being forced to live under a high powered stalker! Although this stalker has a large bag of tricks, one is, this stalkers use of hypnosis, in conjunction with the Subliminal Public Address System, in order to constantly refer to, and expand on, these "Government Movies" which he used (along with his community involvement program and great hypnotic powers) to cripple my ability to function in society!

As it was explained to me, this was all accomplished by a number of Sheriffs Deputies, and\or FBI agents with a briefcase full of syringes and Sodium Pentothal. Since all of this "Police Evidence" was merely a movie set like "Facade," they didn't dare risk bringing me into a court of law and producing it, for fear that their "Conspiracy to Defraud me of Billions of Dollars" would be exposed, as the severity of their crimes are subsequently scheduled to be weighed, in a separate trial, by a Judge and Jury!

This mere "Due Process of Law Technicality" didn't stop them from operating "Above the Law", on a "Hooded Vigilante Level"! But once the US Court System was bypassed, and I was "Covertly Convicted" of a number of crimes, by a man wearing a hood, jabbing a gun in the back of my head, this no longer has anything to do with the US Justice System. Although I've been assured it is run by the same people.

This is now the "Slave Trade," which is owned and operated by an "Organized Crime Syndicate!" This "Covert US Prison System's" version of my "Entire Life" has been reduced to a series of "Painful Slime Buttons," which my slave masters find so very easy to publicly push, on their Police Hypno-Prompter!

The Economics of Fifty-Billion Dollars

If we divide fifty-billion dollars into the present world population of six-billion people, that equals eight-dollars and thirty-three cents per person! Although this is an absurd formula to base a marketing strategy on, just in case you haven't gone to supply and demand marketing school, lets hypothetically sell a thousand-dollar living-room set which lasts a hundred years. . .

A thousand-dollar living-room set, sold in various US discount shopping centers, would have to be sold to 20% of the present US population in order to be absorbed the same way as the fifty-billion dollars divided by the world population which I mentioned earlier. . . The US population being 4% of the world population. . . This means, according to the present world population figures, in order to reach the fifty-billion dollar figure I mentioned earlier, this thousand-dollar living-room set would have to be purchased by one customer per one-hundred-twenty world inhabitants.

This Dollar Figure is Based on Very High Quality Products!

Then there's the case of puzzling in a series of variables which tend to complicate matters. For instance, I was thinking about manufacturing and selling "Fifty-Thousand Dollar Living-Room Sets." That is unless there is a healthy "Hundred-Thousand Dollar Furniture Market" available for selling living-room sets. . . But then, I also plan to sell a wide range of products for every room in the house.

To complicate matters even worse, I also design various forms of Energy Saving Devices. This covers Home, Work and Transportation. For instance, how would you like to invest in a car that accelerates from zero to sixty mph in three seconds, as well as averages a hundred miles to a gallon? I believe I know the secret to building a prototype of this vehicle, although I found anything I come up with, or try to develop, suddenly becomes organized crime's version of "Community Property" as I'm deftly shoved out of the profit loop.

Perhaps you are interested in patenting, mass producing and selling a couple of energy saving devices which will save the typical homeowner a serious amount of money when heating and cooling their home. I also have various Automatic Machining Equipment designs which, when attached to my Automatic Conveyor and Assembly Lines, would very inexpensively mass produce my various inventions. This would work much like the automotive, packaging, cannery, etc., assembly lines and production robots which are so impressive on TV.

I am Looking for Investors

I have "Many Projects" which I need to "Research and Develop" in order to properly Patent, Mass Produce and Sell. Some are complicated. Some are relatively simple. All are worth a lot of money in mass production.

For instance: A few years ago, I came up with a personal cooling device which cooled the head or neck. I named it "The Cool Cap." Although I didn't have the money to patent this device, I did barely have enough money to design and build the automatic machinery needed to manufacture it. And that's what I proceeded to do. . . Well, that was until I turned on the TV one day to find a highly financed company was selling a device which they called "The Polar Cap" on national TV.

As a Hypno-Puppet for the Covert US Prison System, it was explained to me how the Police like to place ideas and inventions into my mind in order to trick me into bankruptcy. Actually, this hypnotic juggling of ideas and inventions is performed by the "Police Hypno-Prompter," which is not only Judge, Jury and Executioner, but also the Creator of the Crimes which I've been placed into mind control prison for! The whole idea was to cripple me and rob me blind while playing a complex shell game of legal dilemmas, public slander, etc., in the first place!

Obviously, if I had a big fence around my home, and a state of the art security system installed, I could intercept these extremely destructive suggestions before they destroyed my life!

Lets Go to the Patent Office!

This brings us around to Patent Research. . . If you look at Miami Police Report, INC #: 3501420Q which I filed on 12-16-91, you'll find someone from the Police Department rewrote my report of a Billion Dollar Patent Theft from me, and "Forged" it to appear that the briefcase, which I paid four dollars for, is now worth a hundred-fifty dollars! But nothing about a Billion Dollar Patent Theft! In fact, whoever falsified my police report, omitted my drivers license number, as well as spelled my name incorrectly!

This act of "Sabotage," emanating from the Police Department, very strongly suggests to me that the "Stalker," who is running the "Subliminal Slander Machine," in all of the public places, not only has the ability to "Create or Trash Police Records and Files" on me, but also has the means to monitor my patent research. This would include both a Public Library Patent Search, (as was the case in Miami) as well as an Internet Patent Search! As I understand it, "Bell Telephone" got its name because "Alexander Graham Bell" got to the patent office four hours before his rival! This may or may not be a coincidence, but I'm sure a good number of patents have been issued to people who stole the idea or entire invention!

I'm sure the entire details on the six-million or so US Patents issued by the US Government are readily available on CD for a nominal fee. This would allow the special projects developer to cover the original patent, as well as all of the revers engineering angles, before his competition even knew what invention he was standing in the US Patent Office for to patent!

But I think the big money is in "International Patents." As you may recall, the USA is only 4% of the world population! In mass production, if the product sells well in one country, chances are, it will sell well in every country!

This brings us back around to the reason anyone gets patents in the first place: "To allow the patent holder the exclusive legal right to profit on the patented product!" Obviously, if you don't have the money to track down and put counterfeiters of your products out of business, or to go into expensive legal litigation with counterfeiters who twist laws to fit their agendas, there is no reason to patent the inventions in the first place!

Quick Work History

I've spent seventeen years of my life in the upholstery trade: fabricating, designing, building, as well as putting interiors into cars, boats, RV's, as well as reupholstering sofas, recliners, etc. Six years, of this employment lifestyle, I spent working on aircraft interiors for companies which build entire interiors for 747s, owned by the highest ranking officials of various countries, all the way down to sleek corporate jets which luxuriously transport eight to twelve VIP's around the USA, as well as around the world.

Back in the early 1980s, I could have sworn NBC wanted to pay me a hundred-thousand dollars a week doing things like designing movie sets and coming up with movie plots, all I needed to do is send in my resume...

How was I to know NBC was connected to the Covert US Prison System? The next thing I knew, "Pennywise the Clown," from the made for TV "Steven King" novel, named "IT," had me by the crotch, playing all sorts of hypno-murder, casting couch, and covert prison games! Although this catastrophic event threw a major monkey wrench into my life, it did serve to more or less clue me into the type of Hypno-Games which are played in the multibillion dollar aircraft industry. Since my IQ drops to "Dog Drinking out of Toilet" when I visit the FBI, therefore making it very easy to push me out of the door, I can't tell if this is an extortion event being carried out by the highest level of security for these aircraft companies, or if this is merely a racial event, revolving around higher paying jobs, like those found at the US Post Office, where, from time to time, an employee cracks from the pressure and a big blood bath suddenly becomes the focus on the evening news.

This brings us back around to my getting the impression that "AMP," the aircraft interior company which I worked for in Miami a few years ago, wanted me to place the basis for my fifty-billion dollar foldout mansion in forty-thousand square feet of warehouse space, owned by the company and used for storing various trash items until they are eventually hauled to the dump.

Being this was all a hypnotic finger pointing event anyway, much like the NBC Resume Event I mentioned earlier, I placed an ad in the newspaper, "Foldout Furniture Designer With Fifty-Billion Dollar Foldout Mansion, Will Move Anywhere in the World!"

I covered what followed in my book. It's nestled somewhere between the Police making my life a very intense dirty laundry event for fun and profit, and people just don't need to invest in me because the Police have the keys to my home as well as have a Hypno-Therapist mapping my dreams!

Jacuzzi - Swimming Pools

I personally believe the fad of tomorrow will be the combination "Swimming Pool - Jacuzzi!" In this case, the product describes itself. . . The Jacuzzi-Swimming Pool serves two main functions: 1. It's a fully functioning Hot Tub. 2. It's a multispeed swimming pool which allows you to swim for miles without ever having to turn around!

The problem with this multimillion dollar idea is, either the Police are conducting another Hypno-Autopsy on me (which means this silver lining will soon be eclipsed by the Police placing the Hypno-Prompter on an extremely painful setting) or, I personally came up with the idea and now I have the exclusive right to patent it! This is, if I can only work around a few hoods and some old Hypno-Prison programming.

This means I may soon be abducted by space aliens, as the synthetic sounding spaceman voice sings "Old McDonald Had a Farm," over and over, as the galactic farmer probes my orifice with his space thermometer, in order to accurately measure if I've been cooked fully through. . .

Then, on cue sing alongs are most inspirational! They can be likened to forced confessions which roll off of the Police Hypno-Prompter and slip out of my mouth for that special demoralizing effect!

I don't have the money to protect my invention, but I did go investor shopping before any number of suspicious events occur. . . Although this project may possibly require another six months to a year for Research and Development, if we act soon, there should be some kind on a legal precedent which would allow for our particular circumstance!

That is unless this is one of those "Catch-22 Events" where I simply ask the Police Officials, who have some type of court order to bug my home and play "The Hypnotic Nudist Colony Game," to invest in me. . . But why do these Police Officials, who have gone way out of their way to cripple my ability to function in society, need to invest in me when they already have the product and the means to either, shelve it and play the big brother looking out for my better interests game, or, incorporate it into society?

In fact, over the years, these Police Officials, who have their hands in every aspect of my life, have, from time to time, played a very intense "Hypnotic Hardball Game" concerning what type of painful slime they wrap me in as they extract certain pieces of property from me.

There are many rules to this game. For instance, there's a disjointed reasoning "Alzheimer's Rule," where I'm basically a droopy face, lost in the Snap Crackle & Pop of a breakfast cereal, whose name is an endless loop rolling off the Police Hypno-Prompter and overshadowing the higher reasoning centers of my mind.

Then there is the "Philanthropist Rule." This works much like the "Alzheimer's Rule," except the spoon has suddenly turned into a pen, and now I'm signing away the rights to my ideas and inventions as various humanitarian causes roll off the Police Hypno-Prompter. . . But the Police Officials, who are running my life, also play by much darker and sinister rules.

Does splitting the profit on this device 50-50 sound fair to you? Is there another direction which you would personally like to go in which you would be willing to fairly split the profits on? Want to know more about me before you jump into anything?

Contacting Me

When I was sending e-mails to every US Senator, Congressman, as well as every State Senator and House Member, asking if they would allow me to become a "Syndicated Columnist," (ranting and raving about the organized crime syndicate which ground me under its iron fist) I received a telephone call from a member of the "Wisconsin Legislature." I quickly became a babbling idiot, talking about disjointed issues which have nothing to do with the price of tea in China.

It turned out, I had only made it up to the M's in the alphabetically arranged government e-mail list. . . Why would a government official from a US State starting with "W" call me, unless he was double-checking some old Hypnotic Covert Prison Control Buttons, making sure, when the Police VCR Tape, and all of the records and files with my name on them are passed around, to people who are more important than my neighbors and the select group of people in my hillbilly township who would do business with me, the only one who goes to jail is me?

Over the years, the Covert US Prison System has used many methods to beat me into submission. For instance, I've been all through talking to people I've never met, over the telephone, as the Hypno-Prompter is in the telephone line, running in "Confessor of Sins Mode." In fact, I believe I've experienced every "Zombie Man Can't Fend for Himself" programing mechanism which the Covert US Prison System can handicap a US Citizen with.

This doesn't mean I can't function under a corporate pecking order arrangement. It simply means, these whips and chains bondage, control mechanisms, were designed to keep me from straying from the cubicle which was painted on the corporate floor for me. I'm sure you totally understand the concept of the dog leash, electric fence, etc. The reason I included my telephone number is, just in case you can't reach me by any other means. That is unless there is something very important that you feel needs to be orally explained. A plane ticket to "Robbing Masters" house in Hawaii for instance? That's where "Magnum PI" lived, free of charge, and drove a faceless millionaire's two-hundred-thousand dollar car, and argued with a fellow tenant who's whole life was a series of improbable stories. . . All I'm saying is, a "Breakdown in Communication" is less likely if all intent is clearly spelled out in print.

I believe the "Forward E-mail" feature on your e-mail utility should be able to get through to me, even though I noticed someone is erasing my e-mail...

This e-mail address belongs to my sister Name removed to protect the victim . I would never use Name removed to protect the victim as an e-mail nickname. It sounds too much like those people who have sex with hypnotized children.

I've exhausted my savings, writing my four-hundred-fifty page book, "My Fifty-Billion Dollar Foldout Mansion: Extortion & Murder in the USA!"...

Since I live under a Police Sniper Scope, and according to the US Constitution, this is clearly illegal, I had to complete this book in order to reinstate my Constitutional Rights. . . Since now, no one wants to publish my book, I'm in a serious financial bind which prohibits me from even paying for my own Internet provider, so what can I do?

I have an E-mail address removed to protect the victim e-mail address you can write to, but I question how secure it is. That is the return e-mail address which I asked the newspapers to write to when I was trying to become a syndicated columnist. The very few newspapers that responded preferred to forward to the Name removed to protect the victim address.

To make matters worse, my sister Sister's name removed to protect the victim has decided to start flying into Fighting Mad Rages at the slightest provocation, while at the same time telling me I'm planning on killing her and anyone stupid enough to have anything to do with her. She threatened to shut off my Internet access, but so far I still think I'm connected.

I know my life appears too complicated to even bother with by now, but you can also send your document, informing me of your company policies, or inquiry into something I may have left out of this document, etc., to my home via US Post Office. This information is at the top of this document.

Relatives, the Police Department and You

Obviously, I've got serious problems if I think someone from the government would actually consider intercepting my mail. These problems are compounded by my own relatives acting like they have entered into a conspiracy to defraud me of the profits from my ideas and inventions, and therefore my problem with my contact with the outside world concerns them! Take my sister for instance. There is simply no reason to escalate a very small disagreement to visions of murder and mayhem!

Perhaps this is a genetic problem. Although, since we are talking about the systematic extortion of a number of ideas and inventions which are worth a few billion dollars in mass production, we may only be witnessing a single facet of a very complex extraction and cover-up machine.

In my life, it's very easy to feel helpless to the organized crime syndicate, which I live under, and fly into a destructive rage which only makes matters worse for me! For instance, the fighting mad rage my sister flies into at the slightest provocation looks just exactly to me like she had something to do with creating the circumstances which I'm forced to live under today! But then, for all I know, the Police are systematically attacking her from several fronts, and the only front she's allowed to attack back on is where I enter the picture!

Various forms of this "Divide and Conquer" method have been around since the dawn of civilization. Now, with all of those technological breakthroughs concerning the human brain and "State of the Art Mind Control," what,forty years ago, were the ravings of a lunatic on LSD, swinging on a telephone pole, are today's tools of the ruling class! For instance:

I was recently in the local "Publix Supermarket," standing at the checkout stand, trying to pay the cashier who had just rung up my total. I suddenly lost the dexterity in my fingers, as the tiny amount of money I have flopped here and there and public confessions of sins rolled off the Police Hypno-Prompter.

Normally, the Police like to hypnotically slit my throat during events like this, although I start to regain my senses while I'm on my way home...

Today, I managed to tell the cashier that I asked just about every newspaper in the world if they would publish my syndicated column in their newspaper, explaining in great detail my twenty years of situations just like this and worse. . . The cashier, as well as people in close proximity just laughed at me.

I know they wouldn't be laughing at me if I were in the habit of throwing Molotov cocktails through the picture windows of bothersome stores, etc., or using an ice pick to carve various messages (which I hear over the public address systems of these bothersome stores, etc.) into the shiny new paint jobs of the cars belonging to upper management of these places which are giving me so much grief.

But then, these people wouldn't be playing this "Push Comes to Shove Game" if they didn't plan to win the bloodbath that this game is designed to escalate to. Since I'm not dead, or in a normal US Prison, this would mean all my retaliation has been focused, or where the Police Hypno-Prompter enters this picture, "Unfocused" to nonviolent means.

This brings us back around to "The Public Dirty Laundry Machine" and unscrupulous investors who have a plan to knock me out of the profit loop... I know it's fun to create and spread rumors which bring a parade of everyone with every possible motive over to my house to wear hoods and robes in order to burn crosses in my yard. Besides, how can you help from letting an old extortion and murder machine from getting out of control? I've spent the majority of my working life performing my job under the Police Hypno-Prompter. There is very little difference between this type of work atmosphere and working in a chain-gang where the prison guard keeps jabbing the prisoner with his shotgun!

I'm not looking for investors who want to play games with me! If I were into playing Mafia games, there would be a pile of dead bodies in the wake of my existence.

Conducting Business in a Police State

"The Dukes of Hazard" was a popular TV show back in the 1970's and early 80's. It concerned a robber baron who owned the local Police Department. Although this was only a situation comedy, it turned out to be a deadly serious lampoon.

In my case, I found the subliminal trash, which began rolling off the Police Hypno-Prompter, in Polk County Florida, in the 1980s, followed me around the USA. This means, either, a huge organized crime syndicate has very clear designs on me, as well as extortion operatives all around the USA, or, the local Police Chief, Sheriff, Mayor, City Council, etc., created Police Files for me which were designed to follow me wherever I go, in order to cripple me and leave me vulnerable to anyone who may wish to harm me for any reason!

Obviously, if I had the money, I could hire a bank of private investigators and lawyers to walk into the "Covert Courthouse" and get the names of each and every person who had anything to do with making my life a living hell! These names would then be the subject of a series of lawsuits which would be conducted in an actual US Courtroom, and not by that hooded Hypno-Pig, jabbing people in the back of the head with a subliminal shotgun throughout the country!

In Federal Racketeering Cases, mob bosses have gone to great lengths to silence the various people who could put them into prison. I've experienced all sorts of death threats over the years. But I'm not dead yet, and I still plan to profit on the merits of my own ideas and inventions! This means, if no one kills me before I find a good investor or group of investors, the chances of my investors being harmed are negligible! This is due to the fact that multiple murders are much harder to get away with than one that has been carefully nurtured.

As far as the public dirty laundry machine goes, that's a Police Department matter which I found varies from city to city! I would expect that you would be close enough to your City or State Police Department that neither you or I have to suffer that subliminal hostility machine!

I would expect my investors would wish to protect their investments. This would include me, until at least the desired number of products have been designed and are rolling off the assembly lines!

It's been explained to me, the people running my life, (paying my wages, charging me rent, etc.) are connected to the people who have been elected to run the community. This means, while you are conducting your detailed background check on me, trying to figure out what type of investment risk you have here, you have to keep in mind, we are talking about billions of dollars here which are now connected to political figures who play "Pass the Buck" for a living.

I am merely a foldout furniture designer, with a fifty-billion dollar foldout mansion to sell, looking for investors! Unless you would like to build a car or mass produce energy saving devices, etc.

Sincerely,

Name removed to protect the victim
December 23, 1999