A Word To Criminals IN the Federal Government From San Francisco War Lord and Guardian

The Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation Regional Director in San Francisco, California, in the early 1990's who was found dead in his office, and it was not a suicide, I would deduce at a very high probability based on some key factors.    The FDIC is a federal banking regulatory agency.

*First, he was killed with his own gun, therefore, for a man to carry a gun to his office, would indicate he was in fear for his own life.  I know all about that one, the FDIC and National Treasury Employees Union had the Federal government give me a felony for being in fear for my life and for carrying legal guns. 

*Second, most people in the area of psychology would likely agree that a suicidal person will not seek out his co-workers and friends when he or she is going to kill themselves.  If it was suicide, he would have sought a more discrete location.  I know about feeling depressed, and the last thing I would want to do is kill myself near other people.  It is a private affair, kind of like masturbation, but while sucking on catsup.

*Third,  I tested the replacement Regional Director and the associates surrounding him one morning, St. Valentine's Day 2001 to see if they would try to kill myself, an ex-employee of the FDIC who was pushed out like many others from the San Francisco FDIC office, despite my extensive education and skills beyond that of a simple accounting or finance graduate.  I, Kurt Brown (Later to become Saint Ram Bone)  had become a nuisance by reporting my suspicions on the web, and what I had heard while as an employee at the FDIC in San Francisco and Sacramento.  The test came back proof positive, as a murder attempt was made on my life a few days after I left the criminals at the FDIC steps see myself.  They even sent someone out to try and take my camera away from me on Market Street at the alley way that leads to the FDIC office building.  I was surrounded, one in front and more watching and aside.  That was St. Valentines Day 2001.  Less than three days later, I became an American Holocaust Survivor, and three months later, the Evil Regime gave me my Holocaust Number in America, X 017 911 84.  Now I do not mind keying a car, but that was a bit much, as they treat myself and others of true human flesh us as if we are not deserving of human dignity and respect.  Pull out the transmitters, the thing-a--ma-jigs and stop the lasers from blinding our side.  WE must look for the third and fourth layers or maybe beyond the layers in a microscopic, macroscopic jump in magnitude of view through new interaction and observation.  We lost our nation I fear.

In conclusion, we are and have been under attack, we being those of humane thoughts for the multitudes.  We can fight like and for rats for eternity or realize that life likes to beget life and our destiny is not on this planet but above, in space colonies.  I see humane application of bio-engineering in furthering that divine plan.  My message to the Mastas, the Sweet Carows, the strangle hold put upon us by that thing that is of intelligence and strength in American government, that thing that forces injections upon the innocent, and bears false witness.  I am not insane.  I am your worst nightmare, your wettest dream.  Catsup anyone?  My and our ranks should heed this warning as my shot through the heart of the the shadow beasts.  Now, let us look for the links behind the shadow and grab it with both left and right.  Sever the FDIC head, you know, make it Kosher with a circumcision.  I would gladly sit in D.C. and audit for free if Sweet Carow was my personal foot stool.  I do not like war, I just know of it.

What's up Jack Snatch, I head a subway coming your way, loose on the track, not coming back, slipping and sliding straight to hell, Jump IN Jack, "Snatch". I see "Snatch" among our people in conference, "What's the matter Snatch, you do not like our people, we are liberal minded and advanced folk here. We feed our dogs who work for us before we eat, Mother F-cker. "No brakes". (Sheriff Jack Snatch Tillman of Mobile Alabama retires this year. He was caught stealing, then given a raise by stealing from the Alabama Teachers and Nurses retirement fund, the Retirement Systems of Alabama) Not that I mind, but the c-ck sucker with a badge steals food funds from captive men, food meant for them by honest taxpayers.