[The following messages, most of which are nonsensical, raise a question as to why my sister continued to tolerate my communications throughout the year 1992. As far as I recall, she complained only once, in late September 1992. She said she was tired of getting these messages. She pointed out the fact that I had been faxing messages to my brother-in-law's office, and said: "Do you know who reads these messages? Aren't you at all concerned about strangers reading these messages in the office?" I said to my sister: "Do you want me to stop sending messages to you?" She remained silent
Page 81 of the Document Submission to Social Security, reproduced below, may be very significant.]
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I want to let you in on how I thought of that last piece of junk about peer/non-peer interaction that I sent you.
Not that I know anything about chemistry [which is abundantly clear from this message!], but on Saturday, May 2, 1992 an image came into my head --chlorine gas. I thought “You mix it with sodium and you get Sodium Chloride (NaCl), common table salt. [That's not how you get NaCl, by the way.] You mix it with hydrogen chloride, which dissolved in water is hydrochloric acid. An acid and a salt, I kept thinking. But it’s all the same chlorine gas; it’s no different with the sodium than with the hydrogen.
Then I thought, “They say, ‘he must act different with some people than he acts with others, that’s why different people react differently toward him--that’s how he was able to pull the wool over Palombo’s eyes.’” But no, I thought. It’s like chlorine, it’s that same noxious yellow gas--but with sodium it’s a salt and with hydrogen it’s an acid.
Crazy, isn’t it?
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This is an addendum to my “teachers” letter that I sent a while back.
When I went to Italy in 1978, one of the people on the tour, Dr. Goldman, a dentist from New York, went out of his way to befriend me. He went on the trip with his wife and his friend, Bernie Battan and his wife.
Wouldn’t you know, Dr. Goldman had been a professor of dentistry at Penn. I must give off some kind of signal.
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There’s a little subtle humor here, which I won’t go into.
Lenin, out with Lenin,
Out with Reds and communes, and the Commissars,
There are profits to be made in samovars,
Now that we’ve wreaked havoc with the weak old clique.
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He’s got the Shiites blocked.
But sheikhs from Riyadh mock,
“Can’t log those flight hours over south Iraq!”
Can’t fly, can’t fly,
Warplanes are banned from Basra skies.
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I’m thinking, maybe I’m like the half-Jewish Howard Stern.
Fired for anti-Semitism. I forgot to tell Malcolm Lassman that I’m only half-Jewish. Maybe he’d let me work 4 hours a day.
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I added material to paragraph 4 of the statement I mailed to you a short while back.
Akin Gump and GF: The Lyin’ and the Fox.
4. During a discussion with the then Legal Assistant Administrator, Ms. Margarita Babb, in June 1988, prior to being hired as a full-time legal assistant, I was advised that when the largely menial document coding assignment for the client Eastern Airline was completed, I would be assigned to the Legal Assistant group. In February 1990, however, as the flow of work on Eastern slowed, I was assigned to the Litigation Support group to continue the menial task of document coding rather than being assigned to substantive tasks in the Legal Assistant group. I did not protest the assignment to the litigation Support group because I was told by the Litigation Support Administrator, Ms. Christine Robertson, in February 1990, that a supervisory position within Litigation Support was, in Ms. Robertson’s words, “a distinct possibility” for me. Despite my excellent performance evaluations, a supervisory position in Litigation Support was never offered. Also, at the same time I was transferred to Litigation Support, in February 1990, Ms. Constance Brown, a supervisory legal assistant for whom I had been working on the Eastern matter, was also assigned to Litigation Support. A short time later, Ms. Brown was transferred from the Litigation Support group back to the legal assistant group under Ms. Maggie Sinnott and Mr. J.D. Neary. One would like to know whether Ms. Brown was reassigned from Litigation Support to the legal assistant group at her request and, if so, why she chose to be reassigned back to the legal assistant group. Assuming Ms. Brown requested to be reassigned to the legal assistant group, one would also like to know why Ms. Brown’s request for reassignment was granted, and why my request for reassignment to the legal assistant group was not. Indeed, my last request for reassignment to the legal assistant group, on October 23, 1991, was followed by my termination less than one week later.
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Talk about looking back in time. . . .
My readings of certain sound waves, just reaching me now, tell me that there was probably a “big bang” in the vicinity of 1333 New Hampshire Avenue, Washington, DC, around March 31 or April 1, 1992, involving my former supervisor.
[Pat McNeil, an African-American co-worker in the litigation support group supervised by Chris Robertson was fired on April 9, 1992. Was this job termination the "big bang" that I refer to above? Was my recollection of the date on April 27, 1992 faulty? Was I picking up signals at the Cleveland Park Neighborhood Library that something significant happened at Akin Gump on April 9, 1992? Keep in mind that I had no way of knowing what was occurring at Akin Gump.
Page 82 of Social Security Document Submission
You mentioned Strauss’ Elektra. Let me know if you want a video of that Strauss masterpiece and I’ll send it to you.
It is the story of Orestes who (with the help of his sister) seeks to avenge the wrong done to his father, the fearless leader, Agamemnon. The wrong was done by Klytemnestra and Aegisthes, who sought to do away with Agamemnon and rule in his place (apparently operating under the assumption, “Once he’s gone. . .). Just who the hell did those two think they were?
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Check out the last paragraph, please.
(Also, do you know the con artist’s motto?
Use it or ruse it.)