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>>> WELL, WHAT'S ON THE LIST FOR TODAY???
Mama Elaine and Randy Jones with Will Grega
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1. A FUNNY thing happened when I called my mother, this morning. I wanted to let her know that "Testosteroni" has sent me some money toward medical bills (and I got ANOTHER bill yesterday -- but only for $16.34. They are nickle-and-diming me to death, when not sending bills for hundreds of dollars), as well as that I'd told him to send a REBUTTAL to my interpretation of some of the FACTS of his words and behaviors, or I cannot accept his protest. I DON'T have any proof of his actually trying to kill me or harm me in other ways, but he either from cowering in his fears or demented from his meds, has NO IDEA what he says or does -- or how they would affect someone NOT a total recluse, like he is (retreated in fear from human society).
But I ACCEPT this from Joseph -- but am just tired of him throwing it in my face when things are tense. My point to Mom was that over 4th of July weekend, I will NOT put up with Mom or either of my sisters mouthing nice things about their past behaviors -- of any part of the Christian Church, as well. If we avoid that, there should be no trouble, but I STAND UP to every LIE thrown at me -- ESPECIALLY from my immediate family who until recently was still trying to have me killed, or at least permanently committed.
And, of course, I wanted her to know I can certainly now afford the limes to make and bring a Key Lime Pie.
I told Mom how I'd NOT gone to Randy Jones's shindig on the party boat last night -- because the $40.00 ticket (plus cocktails, donations, etc.), was more than I feel I should spend right now, but the Meet-and-Greet tonight will be more reasonable. But I've been OBSESSING OVER THE PARKING, thinking I have to drive there today to scope it out!!!
It's JUST parking in a beach town -- and there's NO CHARGE after 7:00 PM, anyway. WHY had it become such a BIG DEAL in my head???
Deb Baratta's intake photo from New Hanover County Jail, summer 2011.
For ONE thing -- but really, this does not apply to the parking -- when I first arrived in Wilmington in 2011, some straight musicians in front of Slainte Irish Pub on Front Street, told me that their band had been playing on Pleasure Island (Carolina and Kure Beach and Fort Fisher), when local District Attorneys -- identical twins of opposite Political Parties, Benjamin R. and Jon David -- came up to them sloppy drunk, demanding to know where they could get "cocaine and pussy".
Jon and Ben David often look STONED OUT OF THEIR BRAINS in photos that have been published.
And it was ALSO in front of Slainte Irish Pub where I met the hunky straight guys in their forties, who claimed that EIGHTY PERCENT of Christian married White Guys in Wilmington are actually GAY -- and they make a FORTUNE sexually satisfying the Christian Wives.
I think they exaggerate. In my experience, about 80% of Wilmington men -- regardless race or religion -- COULD be seduced by a man (and EVERY black man I've tried to seduce I've succeeded with -- black folk are just more HONEST), but that only about 50% of Wilmington men are easily seducible -- if ALONE.
But getting back to my actual point, as I spoke with Mom, I REALIZED that my obsession with parking there near the base of Snow's Cut Bridge, was because of the fate of Deb Baratta.
We met while I was self-committed to The Oaks mental ward -- by result of Public Defender Jennifer Harjo -- who got me OFF the streets to HIDE for a few days after failed 2011 Republican Mayoral candidate Justin LaNasa's white-trash, tattooed buddies who hacked my computer from Justin's HARD-WIRED TATTOO on Front Street, had been heckling me that I'd MOLESTED their young sons all over downtown Wilmington -- and even Frank Delia, owner of the Italian Coffee Shop got into it, claiming it was TRUE and kicking me out PERMANENTLY (the idea was to keep me away from all wifi, so I could not blog -- and of course Frank Delia is a practicing Roman Catholic NAZI -- like my Mom).
Justin LaNasa -- a common Tattoo-Parlorist
Frank Delia's Italian Market and Cafe on Front Street
Anyway, Deb Baratta was all but CARRIED in, she kicking and screaming and NOT trusting the cops (deputies?), at all. She wore short shorts and a T-shirt, and her legs were ENTIRELY black and blue from above the short shorts to her knees. She was also heavily DRUGGED.
Within a day, Deb had calmed down enough to explain that she had been partying in Carolina Beach, but near Snow's Cut Bridge, and had had to park on the NORTH side of it, so was just walking across the Bridge to get to her car, when several unmarked cop cars stopped her, DEMANDING to know what she had seen going on under the bridge.
Recently, I have walked this bridge, and you don't see anything under it -- unless you lean over and really LOOK -- and part of it has fencing so you can't do that. They insisted she saw something and began asking about her hot little pussy, soon gang-banging her, and they drugged her as well. I really don't know how many were CIA and how many New Hanover County Sheriff's Deputies, but they work TOGETHER there.
Now, Deb and I got back together many times after we both got out of The Oaks, she loving both Carolina and Kure Beaches -- where her family had several Time Shares, and we stayed in two of them. Deb was having problems with her husband -- whom she was then and had been determined to DIVORCE (for reasons unknown to me).
And Deb claimed her husband was "an amateur deep-researcher" on the Kenan Family -- as well as having a regular job. Deb was a top research chemist with a major firm in the Research Triangle, being paid about $200,000.00/year, then, but "on temporary leave" to get recent events straightened out.
She even gave me $2,000.00 as a GIFT to help my homeless self out!!!
She was my PRE-Testosteroni!!!
Soon, Deb's husband, Mark Baratta, got control of Deb, forced her to move back into his house (she'd been renting another due to her divorce plan), and even BLOCKED ME on his, Deb's, and their adult daughter Christie's cell phones.
I called Deb about two years ago from my Mexican phone (which was NOT blocked), and Deb said she had had to leave her job, stay with her husband (is this not sounding TOTALLY CHRISTIAN???), and was on lots of drugs that kept her "too busy doing nothing" to do ANY work.
She remembered me, but NOTHING of crossing Snow's Cut Bridge -- or having been arrested or committed.
I then tried to find Deb's phone number on the one Mexican Cell I still have possession of, but it was not on it -- I finding Denison University friend Edith Love's phone number, and decided to give her a call since we'd not talked in a couple of years.
Meet Barbara:Love #Psychic with 25 years exp. Text her today and receive invaluable insight: http://buff.ly/1pJBvIt
Actually, looking at this now, I DOUBT this is Edith Love's sister, Barbara Love, one of the most successful psychics in the Los Angeles area -- but I couldn't find a photo of Edith, and now see there is a colon between Barbara and Love -- LOL!!!
Edith Love had a remarkable career in Theater, beginning at the Alliance Theatre in Atlanta, then in Austin, Texas, and finally Portland, Oregon -- before retiring early for health concerns (due to intestinal by-pass surgery).
She was very cheerful today, and glad to hear I had eventually tracked down James Culver Anderson, but that he's been through so much he apparently wants no contact with the past now -- although come to think of it, the messages I left on his landline and cell may not ever have reached him.
REMEMBER: The CIA/NSA prevented my primary care physician, Dr. Bridger, from getting the message I left their office JUST THIS PAST WEEK!!!
And our conversation was a little cut short when Edith had a call come in from her psychic-sister Barbara.
And FUNNY, now, is that I can't find reference on the internet to "Theater-World Online" -- or very similar, an electronic publication that had published a review of http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/17/theater/reviews/in-masks-outrageous-and-austere-at-the-culture-project.html?_r=0, and their HEAD EDITOR had dissed me on Facebook in reference to my claims of knowing Edith Love very well in college, and a little since then.
This ignorant New York City Bitch claimed that SHE knew Edith and Edith would NEVER have known LOWLY SCUM OF THE EARTH LIKE ME!!!
As anyone with a BRAIN knows, the production of "In Masks" was a disaster, produced by breasts-addicted drug addicts, and not only was the Episcopal Church very involved in it, but the CIA as well.
Perhaps that BIG ONLINE PUBLICATION was just a temporary CIA FRONT associated with that one production, and has been entirely ERASED, now.
2. At the convenience store a few days ago, I ran into one of the then early-twenties-years-old guys who always hung out in the kitchen and house of Ryan Lee Burris, right around New Years 2011, when I too was often there.
Ryan Lee Burris in 2011 with his then boyfriend James Elks (who Ryan says PHYSICALLY abused Ryan, and James was one of the LARGER drug dealers in town, then).
This was when I actually hung more with John Mann, who then lived there. Mr. Mann had LOST his securities broker licence, and used "financial services" software and internet connection to move MASSIVE amounts of drugs.
They ALL bragged that ALL Wilmington Politicians of BOTH Parties came to their big bashes at the "Gay House" at 708 South Fifth Street -- especially their closest friend, then Republican NC State Senator Thom Goolsby, but NOT D.A. Ben David!!!
Mayor Saffo, Police Chief Evangelous, City Council, County Commissioners, etc. -- but I DOUBT any Judges!!!
David Nash of Hogue Hill, next door to First Prez: http://www.hoguehill.com/
3. And last night I ran into my child-like downstairs neighbor, "Sam" Celia, who does kitchen work in an all-night restaurant. Sam sleeps all day, and his daughter, Loren, works all days in fast food. The daughter's boyfriend, William (called "Bird"), a tall black guy with long braids and seen skateboarding about town delivering drugs and selling his sex to get by, keeps leaving the front door unlocked -- to the consternation of at least Sam, the landlady, and me.
So I TOLD Sam his daughter's boyfriend has been coming upstairs for "manly release" -- and sells it around town. If Bird is not out of here in a week or two -- whether he passes the entrance test for the US Army or not -- I'll raise HOLY HELL.
Sam looked a little SHOCKED -- but also seemed to appreciate that someone finally told him the TRUTH.
Then I left a long voicemail on landlady Gold Walker's voicemail -- to warn her in case trouble broke out over it. I KNOW Gold almost FELL ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING -- as ALL the neighbors want that TRASH-BIRD out of our neighborhood (and I did nothing illegal) -- HA!!!
Filmed in Wilmington, North Carolina in 1985 -- using Kenan-built Carolina Apartments (renamed "Deep River"), WHILE I was dating Thomas S. Kenan III's recent long-term lover, Curtis "Robbie" Anderson, now head of music at Burgaw, NC Presbyterian Church!!!
Wilmington, today, has BECOME the set of Blue Velvet, no???
Thanks to Tom Kenan (seen here in one of the two Kenan/Wise houses on Market Street that he renovated, filled with Art, then gave to UNC Wilmington), and his near relatives, ALL Narco-Trafficking Episcopalians (these are NOT his relatives).
Episcopal Church USA is now headed by the former Bishop of North Carolina, Michael Curry -- whom the Kenans of Chapel Hill only call a Nigger:
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