I have attached to this post, an audio music track, that has a young Arabic woman singing in the background. I have detailed the words of my opponents barking at me in the foreground, in the lyrics below.
http://la.indymedia.org/uploads/2006/10/habebe_mobile_audit_club.mp3
I want America's mass media kicked really hard for ignoring us. Look at those billionaires in those skyscrapers and exact an eye for an eye. Do not forget their watchdog is the beast dictatorship government calling themselves a democracy. They are feces with tongues and wit, but they are still un-just shee-it.
Characters in Audio Artwork...
Singer in background is a young Arab speaking woman singing a song of Earthly love
Sergeant Joe Drews of Closed Door Fascist Regime in Mobile Alabama, sanctioned by illegal fascist regime of local Democrats and Republicans, as mechanistic and heartless and Nazis, and the federal government backs them, as they are like the criminals of the earth we will have to battle.
Sergeant Joe Drews is speaking to me, Kurt Brown, Auditor and Reporter, who is trying to film in the lobby of the Mobile Alabama government building before the closed door city council meeting, he is ordering me to leave. I had been forcefully injected numerous times after being arrested and held hostage during the past five years, since 2001. The date is August of 2005:
Sergeant Drews says to me, Kurt Brown,"So let me place you under arrest and see if you can get out of it, all right?" repeated twice.
Afterward you hear the door closing behind me as I am leaving. Repeated three times. It sounds like gun fire.
Next to speak is the now terminated Mobile Alabama Sheriff who stole inmate food funds, and was responsible for the deaths of men, and who took my gun permit on April 3, 2001, when I was trying to enter a Mobile Alabama City Council meeting to report his food funds thievery due to emaciation of inmates and deplorable conditions. The federal government and the regime in power uphold their aggressions against me to this day. I am calling for an eye for an eye. We should prepare for war. Jack Tillman says to a reporter in 2006:
"This is not and should not be interpreted as an admission of guilt or any wrong-doing." repeated twice.
Next to speak is myself, auditor savant, musician, artist, Mobile Alabama native, at one time an athlete, and now a veteran of the US armed forces who advises young people to avoid the USA military due to their forced injections and forced medical procedures on other veterans and myself, and the felony they gave me for daring to defend my life after working as a bank examiner. Protect your family from the evil "IT" factor, that some know as the beast, that hideous thing in governments in many nations. I am trying to film at the Mobile Alabama city council lobby. A judge said I could film there in 2004. I was beaten and arrested and forced to agree to their abuses due to their maneuvers against me while on probation from the forced signature under forced injections in 2001, when I was abducted and ordered silent by the federal government. The date of the encounter is August 2004 in the recording. I am speaking to Sergeant Joe Drews of the illegal fascist regime in Mobile Alabama sanctioned by the illegal fascist regime there :
"Judge McMaken said I could come in here". "Get your Nazi hands off me" repeated three times. You can also hear Sergeant Drews saying that, "I do not care what Judge McMaken said". repeated twice. The illegal federal regime there agree with Sergeant Drews.
Next, you can hear my parting words to some young people in the lobby of the closed government meeting. You can see their pictures on my Mess With Kurt Mess With Dirt video at Mobile Audit Club. I say to the young people:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am a veteran of the United States of America. You can find my story at Mobile Audit Club. Search for it online" repeated twice.
Next Sheriff Jack Tillman says to reporters in 2006 that he stole no money. He was responsible for James Carpenters death, a young man who died a horrible death in the jail, eaten alive by flesh eating bacteria. In addition, he forgot that when he took my gun permit, the federal government immediately framed me in a forced injections, forced signature, felony sentence for legal gun ownership without a gun permit. They did not care that my life was in danger and that an attempt had been made upon it. They did not care that an innocent regional director of the FDIC in San Francisco where I had been employed, had been assassinated and labeled suicide. They did not care that a mob boss replaced him. We can not prove anything due to collusion. The National Treasury Employees Union police and bank examiners including the Secret Service, cover the investigation and audit trail. Sheriff Jack Tillman explains his blind lie to reporters in 2006:
"The county nor the Sheriff's department is out any money as it relates to the inmate food fund" repeat twice.
Sheriff Jack Tillman, blindly admits the corruption of the South Eastern USA elections. Many can not vote. I was at the time forbidden to vote due to a felony that was later dismissed to a misdemeanor. I still have a strike in California and consider the state enemy territory. I made a mistake of serving the US Navy there. Never again serve the beasts my children, my people. Sheriff Jack Tillman to reporters regarding the elections coming up. That farce of democracy that is a dictatorship of the beasts.
"If I would have ran again, I would have won".
Next, I am refusing to leave the Mobile Alabama government lobby in August of 2005:
"I am not going anywhere". Sergeant Joe Drew replies, "Well you are going to jail baby" repeat twice. ( I left because I have been beaten there and I fear further forced injections by the now reigning enemy regime in power in these damned United States.)
Next Jack Tillman
"If I would have ran again, I would have won."
Next, myself Kurt Brown, alias Saint Ram Bone,
"I am not going anywhere". Sergeant Drews replies, "Well you are going to jail baby".
Next myself to Sergeant Drews in August of 2004:
"Judge Mcmaken said I could come here". (McMaken had agreed to this in May or June of 2004).
Sergeant Drews to me, Kurt Brown:
"No He Didn't".
Next Kurt Brown to Sergeant Drews:
"I see you have your Nazi boots on. I will see you in the next world war. Goodbye". repeat twice
Sheriff Jack Tillman in 2006 on his way out to reporters. Terminated Jack
Tillman, never received a felony, and the regime will never allow their own
criminals to be ripped to pieces like our people. They are the proverbial
arms of the beast. Jack to reporters:
"This is not and should not be interpreted as an admission of guilt or any wrongdoing".
Next it sounds like three gunshots, it is the sound of the door closing behind Jack Tillman this time. Mess with Kurt and Mess with Dirt. It is simple. We are one. They are now, under the gun. The door is soon to close on this nightmare, for death or life.
Sheriff Jack Tillman again negates his atrocities proven in the graveyard and the nightmare I as an honest auditor suffered. I want an eye for an eye. I was terrorized and partially blinded while in forced exile also. The regime has no mercy upon us. It is time for an eye for an eye. Sheriff Jack Tillman to reporters in 2006:
"The county nor the Sheriffs department is out any money as it relates to the inmate food fund".
Next you hear the sound of punch or money punch six times. In a reenactment of a reporter, female, giving the sentence handed down and the penalty to the now terminated Sheriff Jack Tillman. Reporter:
"Tillman will now restore the money taken from the jail food fund. About $350,000". repeat twice.
Next Sergeant Joe Drews to Kurt Brown:
"Let me place you under arrest and see if you can get out of it, all right?" repeat twice.
Next Kurt Brown to Sergeant Drews:
"Judge McMaken said I could come in here. Get your Nazi hands off of me." Sergeant Drews, "I don't care what Judge McMaken said".
Next Kurt Brown to young crowd in August of 2005:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am a veteran of the United States of America. You can find my story at Mobile Audit Club. Search for it online" repeated twice.
If you listen closely, you can hear the camera shaking. I was trembling because when I had to go to McMaken courtroom after one arrest in 2004, and after my attorney told me not to go, I had blood come from my sinuses and into my throat. I had been forcibly injected in 2001 by the federal government and ordered silent about my knowledge of the FDIC.
The corruption has spread to every level and we are better off dead than as lesser slaves to these beasts. Protect your children. I do not know what they did to me. I fear the regime and want an eye for an eye. I want them to bleed as I have bled. I want them to tremble as I have trembled. I want them shut out and shut up as we have been shut out and shut up.
In closing, the young Arabic woman is singing as if in departing. I travel with her spirit just as I do the spirit of every woman, as they are all one in the same to me. If they are pure and clean, they are more precious than the emeralds in the ocean and sky and their voices ring through the ages, as their voices carries the light and laughter of the creator and the creator many faces and tongues of wisdom. I hear the ignorance around me. It is my stop, my job, to quell it, to snatch it from their face like the tongue of a fattened lizard eating the eggs of our young. I await all who challenge me. My nightmare is in my and our stealth and I share it, when I take their beastly wealth.
Bush and his oil are burning the planet, but who else is in the fold, making the billions. Who controls mass media. Who is it. Can you believe your eyes, their lies. If they are heartless, so shall we be. An eye for an eye and I have struck gold and it is as worthless as asphalt, paved on the way to a living Hell. They say they do not believe in it. Touch fire. March.
When I listen to the young woman sing. We are traveling in my heart and mind. All of my wives and women in my life are there. There is no prejudice or ill feelings. I lister to her with the others, my women, my sisters, my mother. My father watches soberly from above. In my minds eye, I hold my angelic singer from Arabia and witness the females gala surrounding me . We travel so ignore the rough spots. Even the greatest vocal chords tremble in hard times.