I am Kurt Brown alias Saint Ram Bone and I was witness to a nuclear blast likely from under the ocean and viewable from Los Angeles in 1983. I also feel some executions occurred at Long Beach Naval Station in Terminal Island of some of our personnel. In an odd way I was warned of imposters and the threats to those who would try to reveal these truths. We went out to sea and the Captain and I witnessed radiation and bubbles from the Pacific when we looked over the side. The captain noted we had been exposed to radiation and I had to take a wash down under view of those who were not on our ship, government men in this unpublicized nuclear disaster.
Below are some posts from the Mobile Audit Club website. I think in hindsight when imposters came through our dining area with the warning not to say anything or to die, it was a warning about what would happen if we tried to contact those executed at a later date. We fired missiles before the nuclear voyage where we found the hot spot.
A signalman at night came onto the bridge wing with a hand held signal light and was in contact with another light in the distance, 100 yards to 500 yards away. The First Class Signalman told me to go take a shower.
Did they harm us or me for eternity or just for this life. The present and past and future health consequences are enormous.
Below are posts from Mobile Audit Club webpage found by internet search with videos at youtube saintrambone. I am seeking health care to have some tumors cut out. I am in pain and now fear federal and state healthcare due to being forcibly injected and maimed after FDIC employment and later investigating government crimes. Through law changes you can be robbed particularly in banking.
The FDIC Improvement Act of 1992 removed accountants from the bank resolution process and took away from money and time to over see it due to the "Early Resolution" clause. Imagine taping your money on your clothes and walking through the streets. You would be better to have accountants tuck it away for the nation. Their pay is low and they can account for the money after passing through the crowd.. The Financial Services Modernization Act of 1999 set up the domino fall of many banks, most now gone, and their resolution was early, and likely unaccounted for in reality.
Daily Foreword May 27, 2014: I was born maimed and recovered much from what I can see. Amazing the memory recall after the government tried to knock out my brains. How many times to almost die dear God? How many times must I be placed at point? A trump card for me is played with every bad hand. It is dealt from the bottom of the deck by God's hand and I usually do not see it coming. The devil may hold the cards but I know the trump card when it is dealt. Recently I was a boarder in an insane roommate situation that triggered my memory on the war of 1983 and the Nuclear bomb viewable from Los Angeles Harbor's San Pedro in 1983, just up the hill from Point Fermin Park. The neighbor was cooking or the roommate was cooking the neighbor in 2014. The odor made me think of the smoke stack incinerator on the base in 1983 and the sound of gun fire like executions as we were departing shore. I saw the insane roommate with a large red bone in 2014 while wearing a dirty cross dressing looking gown, a T shirt, and she or he had either the bone above the elbow and below the shoulder or the thigh bone and fetched it from the backyard to take it back to where they were doing something with bones outside. She or he in a rubber butt suit has the body of a mud wrestler with those big feet teD. Cannibalism is like war even if a human is fed to a dog.
I like to unscramble the riddles in the metaphysical vein and state for translation into the more physical and mercurial vein of our lives. Recently I was writing the popes banker and the words from the Polish language came up "Parc Glowa", which means Square Head. The Popes hat is a miter shape but his head is square and the hat looks square to children. So the words came out from the dead children, spoken by the veterans of wars and such, those who should have fled, "Parc Glowa". Parc means square and glowa means head in Polish when translated. To decipher we invert, Glowa to AWOL G and we in invert Parc to C Rap. Therefore AWOL G, C RAP. The rap is sweet carol crap compared to meeting with nuclear waste in the modern war zones. Its all in the cryptic child in you and me. A Square Glowing Hat on a Square Head In The Park, PARC GLOWA.
A strange thing happened on the USS Reid FFG 30 some time around the nuclear voyage. A man walked through the ship who looked like my friend the Fire Control Technician and my prior roommate in a government apartment before launch of the USS Reid FFG 30, I now call the USS dieR FAG WW 03. The man who looked my roommate came through the dining area with two large women, unusual for him. I thought they looked like men in drag. Someone told me, if you say it does not look like your roommate I will kill you. I thought it was a joke. I think it was a predecessor for things to come. I may search him out to see if he was executed. First I have to find his name. Beware of the imposters in real war. The real girl with the crystal slippers if executed may have the hair come out like Madam Medussa El Capitan.
Daily Foreword May 26, 2014: It appears that even Craigslist is being held up by censors these days if you alarm people to the radiation from recent nuclear explosions and a request for a Barter, exchange of your tumor removal services for my services, that of Kurt Brown alias Saint Ram Bone former USN Quartermaster who was sent to find the "Hot spot" in 1983. We did, I had to take a shower, a nuclear wash down in 1983 and was viewed there by two men and it was recorded in the captains notes we were exposed to high levels of radiation. The USA is awash from all indications just as I was told in 1983 after the "almost silent" global war. Remove my nuclear tumors, be a nuclear martyr. The request to barter was placed today on the Craigslist in Los Angeles Barter Section on the Westside. Know the enemy within by the boundaries and abuse placed among our population within. the USA.
A comedy, I contacted God's Bankers, the popes bankers. The devils read it every day anyway at the Federal Banking Crimes Syndicates in the USA. I pictured the Pope as the Obscene Plasticine Christian Monk. Obscene for not having children, plasticine for letting children play with him, and Christian monk because he too is of a reform sect that is worth holding hands with. The Popes bankers eyes bugged out like goggled eyed Gar as he reads of my horrific tale and gets to witness manifestations, perhaps simulated in his mind. Technology, physiology misfires, or the real thing? I would like those tumors removed plac glowa. That is Polish for square head. I suspect the tumor when removed will look like my distant inbred kin, the Sheriff who I busted, Sheriff Jack "Snatch" Tillman the Fairy Possum, but I will call this tumor when born, Mole Head Brown, just like Rust Head Brown from my leg, a leg and torso born Mob AL, BOD.
Daily Foreword May 19, 2014: I am a genetic or malformed but functional anomaly. My perception is like that of a cat with a shortcut wiring to the eye and mind, as opposed to the average human. I believe I have perceived two separate sets of executions while in the federal USA governments employment. The first was on the USN naval base Terminal Island Long Beach 1983, possibly, after a nuclear blast of some sort viewable from some parts of Los Angeles in 1983. The other execution or executions was at the FDIC Roseville California in 1999 and possibly in the gutter row FDIC satellite office in San Francisco 2000, not the FDIC headquarters, possibly. By cutting and redirecting communications and taking key points in the chain of command, or possibly mind control and subjugation of another level, we are taken hostage and killed. I have recommended the banks leave their doors open when federal bank examiners are in conference and in the rooms. The ambient temperature does not care if the bank president sweats. To symbolize the current victors in war, I see the analogy of wrapping a mans head in gauze and a gun pointed to his head and held in the outside assailants hand. When the gun is fired, nothing is heard, possibly only a red spot if that on the gauze. In the same way, teeth were found at the Terminal Island Incinerator at the USN Naval Base between Long Beach and San Pedro California, and the birth defects and tumors I have witnessed and the bubbling up from the ocean in 1983 I witnessed from the USS Reid FFG 30. The gun goes off and people scramble for the media lure of "guns are bad". A nuclear bomb goes off and a peep is not heard. Remove the gauze San Pedro. I saw the blast, I witnessed the radiation, and I have been put on the cross and may die of tumors soon. I have no health care. I look to God for miracles but I know what it is, "On Earth it shall be as in Heaven". Let us hope heaven does not maim me repeatedly.
Daily Foreword May 15, 2014: God designs life and to us nothing is as it seems, so we hope. I once witnessed a lovely young woman standing at a glass window and she witnessed a nuclear blast in the distance. As I pondered this thought I thought of a Japanese woman in Hiroshima and a nuclear blast there. Later come birth defects by design. Progress? I like French music some times being a homeless French aristo-cat and, later in life told I was an abortion survivor, on the French streets of Louisiana when a child left its mark. I laugh at folly, I design it, follow it, mark it. Youtube Music Serge Gainsbourg song Elisa French, about lice in his jungle hair, comedy of love. English translated Lyrics to the song linked here.
Daily Foreword May 14, 2014: As I look back in time to 1983 and the nuclear bomb I and my girlfriend witnessed from a mountain top ocean view window in San Pedro California on 36th Street, which peered to the South and the West, I remember my amazement. Had the blast been closer, she would have been blinded by the window's glass shrapnel, as I was laying on the couch and saw the flash. Later I went down to the street below and the alley way to see if an automobile could make that flash in the reflection of sunlight on an automobile to our window. I should have gone AWOL from the USN at that time. She said the next work day, "I wish you would not go to work today". I was working at Terminal Island and on a USS Reid FFG 30 USN vessel. I asked her why, and she replied, "It looks like y'all lost, from what I saw yesterday". She was a Los Angeles native and had no southern accent but a sense of humor about a possible loss of a war. I would have died for her.
I should have stayed at home as she warned. She saw the entirety of the blast. It had dire consequences for me and my offspring to follow by going to sea on the next voyage. My priority was not in that nuclear blast or the likely executions at Terminal Island the following Monday, if memory is correct, and if my hunch is correct regarding a missile control technician on our vessel who warned me of the nuclear blast as he was in an entourage on base leaving a briefing or court martial, and another sailor warned me of the blast when I arrived onboard the vessel. Both men disappeared after telling me of the blast I witnessed the day before. I often have a nightmare or memory recall of a man running to the shore calling my name telling me that we had lost the war, and then he was shot with a silencer by men with rifles. The executions were concealed if done, in trailers with buffer walls, opposing trailers, executioners on one side and the executed on the other. A nightmare is that they belonged to a cult, a cult of God, per a discussion with one of those who left the ship and my own derivation. . Is that part a nightmare or a truth? Perhaps a seeded direction for a war that was never followed but silenced or muted at least.
When we were launching for the voyage from the Long Beach Naval Station Docks in 1983 on the nuclear voyage, I remember the difference on the base, the silence, the void, and I remember two blasts of rounds of gun shots coming from the base as our ship left the dock, sounding like executions on base and some were jumping ship if I am not mistaken. The smoke stacks of the incinerators on the base at Terminal Island were billowing white like steam. Cooking bodies? I was told by one older sailor that he too had gone to Screw U. Meaning to jump out of the ship over the side if I wanted, he would understand. I pondered the idea later of mind control at sea and the delusion that one would be at the dock while we were really at sea. I think we lost that one, that ships balls club the USN of 1983 at Terminal Island if not the entire USA.
As an aside, It is funny but Martin Woods aka the Whippoorwill of Hermes Forensic Solutions of London and formerly of Wachovia Bank's audit division in London, said about Mexico before the war broke out there in 2008 or 2010, "Don't vacation in Mexico". They were killing each other in Mexico due to the banking wars and internal struggles and the Casa Di Cambio fiasco with Wachovia Bank and the loss of a huge part of Mexico's Domestic Revenue. California in 2001 was the same for me. I was taken behind closed doors and eventually maimed with forced injections. I begged them for mercy. They gave me no mercy and moved ahead like a rapist with a needle before a "kangaroo court" session in Los Angeles Superior Court with those in the background who are involved in federal banking crimes and restructuring of the banking system. The war wages on. Other veterans were killed at the federal facility a few years earlier. Ho Chi Minh City with a little bit of Mexico thrown in for the torture part with likely other more sophisticated players in this game of war. I always sit to the end to watch I suppose.
Genetics engineering can make better weapons inventors of man but the cannibal bonobo bloodline is in all of them, and they act as sadistic cannibalistic apes accordingly if not in their right mind. We will see more to follow and genetics degradation will follow on Earth among the captive populace of Earth's gravity unless mankinds energies are put on space colonization. Eventually it all comes out the same in the end according to my Parasitology Proctor who I would train under years later when I was in medical school.
I was exposed to radiation on the next voyage leaving Long Beach Naval Station in 1983 after my girlfriend warned me not to go and we were somewhere in the Pacific Ocean and not too far away from Los Angeles California when I was exposed to radiation. I have not been compensated for radiation exposure or tumors from 1983 or the stroke from forced injections in 2001 and 2004. My topside shipmate, Signalman Robert Karlson of Ketchikan has symptoms similar to Multiple Sclerosis, his Central Nervous System is shot through. Some may think they have Lupus symptoms, red rashes, when nuclear exposure is experienced, as a Hindu VA doctor said once, with a mumble about my radiation exposure.
I was taken from Navigation duties after radiation exposure in 1983, a bubble from below the surface of the ocean that the Captain and I witnessed from the bridge wing while staring down at the ocean at night, and I was told to take a nuclear decontamination shower by a Signalman who came out on the bridge wing afterward with a small handheld signaling device, a flashlight for morse code. Because our beloved Captain was a Vietnam veteran, I commemorate this song from 1963, Youtube, Surf Rider.
I had a tumor immediately start to form where I touched the railing when I was leaning and looking over and have combated tumors of various sorts ever since on my body. Now I see much cancer in the California highlands in the adults and on the coast I see birth defects of the young born after 1983, in particular those children from the 1990's.
I have also witnessed an increase in incidences of recessive genetic disease, on the Gulf Coast near the oil spill areas of 2010, Cystic Fibrosis and I would wager much sooner, like the Bay of Pigs fiasco of Cuba era, radiation exposure of Naval port cities in the South East USA leading to symptoms such as web feet, meaning toes grown together as a clump rather than as individual toes. Even Boston due to its clam chowder consumption has likely released increased incidences of recessive genetic diseases since the World War II era, likely due to radiation and chemicals in runoff, including triggering Bloom's disease. Some children in California are in worse condition and I have seen a gradient of concentration of birth defects pointing to the South as more severe birth defects such as autism have been observed in Southern California. I am trained in genetics, medicine, chemistry, and to some extent nuclear physics, and statistics, and how to carry and fire a gun.
It is funny, I had to quit carrying guns in 2001 by California (really federal) court order after working at the FDIC in California in 2000 and seeing mayhem and likely covered up murder there and afterward while doing journalistic work on government corruption in 2001. See former Sheriff Jack Tillman of Mobile Alabama on 4-3-2001 try to have me killed while he steals money and my gun permit. It is on camera as 12 deputies met me there at noon and I brought a suit and a guitar to play a bed flea ridden medley for the Possum Man Sheriff on Comcast Television at a city council meeting as well and was stopped by the thief, the Possum sheriff of the Village of the damned himself, Jack Tillman, forced to resign if not forced to be jailed and terminated in 2005 when I got back to him from the Probation Exile for legal gun ownership and the torture and maiming that a federal syndicate or invading internal army targeted me, including giving me a stroke from which my memory now crawls out. I begged for mercy and got none. There is no need for mercy in true war obviously, Jack and Federal war criminals have none for me, even when I begged not to be forcibly injected, although Jack was not there for that one. The ole one two punch will get you on the ropes.
To me the modern war at the top level is to basically abduct the minds of all involved and cut all communications except simulated communications. This is likely what was happening at that time in the USN and on the naval base. I remember someone in a dream or in war telling me that they used our radios like two scythes to cut us to pieces. When the minds and communications are overtaken, the human work machine changes gears and becomes enslaved and likely death follows for the captive populations or they or we whimper in misery. I have no healthcare, only government torture, as I have experienced in federal healthcare in 2001 and federal directed torture labeled as state hospital healthcare in 2004. No one cares really at the top of government. I used to fear nuclear war, now I see it as a passage to the end, where it all comes out the same, in the end.
I am a savant. I use medical training to design traps for criminals in the trillion dollar USA rackets, and I have found there is a lot of persuasion in war and bribery and difficult to stop but ascertainable if you stay for the wars and survive. The people of the USA should not harm their peasant protectors and turn them into the enemies of the state as they do many of us, for simple legal gun ownership, but we are a hi-jacked population, those of the common humans of Earth, so it does not pay to own guns really. You are better off with cyanide, etc. to take your own life if you are to be imprisoned or altered by those at the top of the crimes syndicates in government and society.
But that is no longer my concern as in due time those who harmed me and possibly executed others in the USA will also be executed. Some of our people were killed at Terminal Island Naval Station perhaps, executions after the nuclear blast and immediately after the launching of my ship from the dock of Long Beach Naval Station at Terminal Island, my nuclear voyage of 1983, the USN Dier Fag Ship GFF 03 bound for WW III, I jokingly call it, in reality the most modern ship of 1983, the just launched USS Reid FFG 30.
But don't we all die in the usual ways. Radiation and warfare, knocking of the dog to the ground sometimes without a bullet, sometimes without a sound. Its a Wisconsin Swiss Cheese Bullet Riddled Whale of A Tale as to where the missile control technician lifted off to in 1983, the executions at Terminal Island or the missile silos beyond?. The movie Catch 22 catches it in the throat compared to the Real Fag Ship Dilemma, Dier FFG World War 03, based on the USS Reid FFG 30 in 1983.
It is funny the black dog Einstein said was shadowing his life, depression. I carry it like my dead companion and let it ooze over those who fork with thee. I recommend no alcohol in the South East USA and I say that the common should grow their own marijuana if they like for medicine. "The Germans won't mind." My Captain told me that after we were surrounded or in formation in 1983 and near the end of that long radioactive voyage. He lit up a joint I think and took a few puffs and offered it to me. I was sick from radiation, as he was too most likely. I opted to stay in my metal box, the pilot house, when two other sailors swooped down on the marijuana cigarette butt like seagulls. I am the Man In The Box with my nose buried in sh-t. But you ought to see the debilitation those children have suffered from this unrecognized nuclear war from not so long ago.
Daily Foreword May 12, 2014: California is a place I urge the young to avoid if they are from the lower castes of the Eastern and Central and Gulf Coast USA. Avoiding government is recommended, including employment. I do not have healthcare because I bet on the USA VA to give me health care and not abuse and torture. The Judge who set my bail for 1 million dollars in Los Angeles on May 1, 2001 was paid under the table by war criminals of the international sect.
The VA where I was forcibly injected by an agent was not mentioned by the DA who was paid to attack me in court and a judge who sat in the shared cannibals chair. I now see Cro-Magnon capitalism as their method, cannibalism with a twist. You can not invest here. A war broke out in 1983 and the USA has had some factions come to power who had some service men assassinated. Ask MANCUSO. OS U C NAM. I met him in 1984 after the nuclear bomb in the Pacific and he likely witnessed the executions or knew of them at Long Beach Naval Station terminal island. The Shadow of ugliness taunts him or perhaps he was not there at the time in 1983.
IN California the name of the game is to keep some people out just like Alabama. Many have turned to predation of others on the Earth, as if something new.
Daily Foreword May 9, 2014: To ease the PTSD one experiences and the wave of memories a comedy today: Its the People's Court with Doug Lewelen and the case of the Dier Squid who came to see World War III in Los Angeles in 1983 and almost did according to the radioactive quartermaster and squid Kurt Brown now alias Saint Ram Bone or Angel Bone as known to alleged serial killers he has crossed. First we have the teeth found at the Long Beach Naval Station incinerator, Gold or Platinum, those war dogs choppers are done. The judge enters and after introduction as you see in the post below of the evidence, the judge asks, what about the girl with the crystal slippers. Did you find those? My attorney of the Four Bucks law firm replies, "We only found her teeth sir, no crystal slippers. The judge asks, No Crystal soles? My attorney replies, only souls and teeth sir? The judge asks, "so there were soles, crystal soles?" The deliberation goes on for hours in the punch and judy show of soles or no souls"
As an aside, I considered the South East USA to be a Village of the Damned and I fled to LA when young in the US Navy. I never saw a war time experience before. Imagine if you will, smoke stacks billowing on shore as you leave in your naval vessel through the port to sea and as in a dream the gun fire erupts onshore. Executions. Bitter sweet, I am your F-DIC Nuclear Pop Sickle. The postulate "Is it insane to be sweet? Es una locura ser dolce? The entire USA could be hit, diminishing IQs in a game of warfare for the superior and inferior human mind, like a game of chase. Beware of California. They play a game called blame anyone and put them in prison. If you are investigating war criminals in government you will be targeted by those at the top of the game. In hindsight I was placed into a position to observe employees and assassinate as in the USN. I have never killed anyone. To get that target you have to go way up the line and in a branched operation, however the void has to be filled. Treachery is the name of the game, mind control is sublimation of warfare. You don't feel anything but bliss while your body is set ablaze. In nuclear war at sea, very often the heat and the blast will come from below. I can not believe they took us into radiation without protective clothing. The men who handled the bilge water or were doing the pipes were likely exposed as well. As Hole's song goes One Above and One Below, Violet (Music youtube).
Daily Foreword May 8, 2014: As my memory returns from a stroke by forced medical torture at the directive of government officials, some of my memory is blank over time, uncertain. Facts are easy to recall in highlight moments but things afterward are not. To preface this statement, I would like someone to find out if the Fire Control Technician who fired missiles from the USS Reid FFG 30 in 1983 is still alive and I would like to determine if he was executed for those missiles fired. He was being escorted to his execution or to a nuclear silo after a court martial or briefing on the base. I worked in Hazmat at the Long Beach Naval Shipyard in 1991 and was told that many people's teeth were found in the Long Beach Naval Station incinerators when the base was closed. I tend to recall some gunfire at the base once in 1983 that sounded like two sets of executions and also the smoke stack of the incinerator was billowing if memory recalls.
The rocket scientist is a plankowner of the USS Reid, meaning he was there when it was launched into service. I steered the boat and was of lower rank but we would work together if in a real war. The USS Reid like the USS Starke had a blind side and a missile could come into the rear without his guided missiles hitting them if our aft was not away from aggressors missiles. After he told me of a nuclear bomb detonation in the pacific in 1983 and after witnessing the flash a day or two before while on my girlfriends couch in San Pedro, I saw him being escorted across the base and he was told not to talk to anyone after he told me of the nuclear blast. I call him the Girl in the Crystal Slippers jokingly in other posts due to his clear soled shoes and his going to the Hollywood area for entertainment when not at Long Beach Naval Station.
We were not gay roommates and I believe we were put together as roommates in an apartment before the launching of the ship for a reason. The reason was two fold, to discuss war strategy on the vessel and so I can discuss the situation as it prevailed once the ship was launched. I am serious about the possibility of execution of USA Servicemen at that time at the remote base of Long Beach California Naval Station at Terminal Island.
A roster of homosexuals was found on the ship and I saw the computer with the list and guns being tossed into the sea by our gun safe keeper who was also the computer programmer and on the list. The gun safe keeper confided in me before his arrest. A Spanish looking MP at Long Beach Naval Station arrested him and took him from the boat. I developed odd tumors and moles after coming in contact with nuclear toxins at sea in the Pacific on the next voyage in 1983 after speaking with the Rocket Scientist who was being escorted across the base. The next voyage required a decontamination shower. I should have slept in the shower. You can't wash enough to get the radiation off. I had and have numerous tumors and spots develop soon and still developing after exposure.
I do remember that after being at sea and sailing for several days after the nuclear exposure and my washdown, that, if my memory is correct, the captain had stopped the ship. He said, "Kurt you can go ahead and smoke a joint now, the Germans won't mind". I seem to remember two sailors saying, "Hey, the captain left us a joint" and I recall a half of a joint. They then went on the bridge wing. I stayed in the pilot house, which is covered in metal. If my memory on this is correct there were two ships in the distance on the starboard side with their lights on as would be on a small fishing vessels inner cabin at night. One ship was 45 degrees from our stern and the other was at 135 degrees. I seem to have blacked out at this point in memory or time erased it. We were rarely allowed to sleep while at sea. We may have been exposed to psych ops as the entire city of Los Angeles seems to have had its mouth taped shut about the explosion and the flash my girlfriend and I witnessed. My girlfriend saw all of it from our window overlooking the ocean at the highest point on 36th Street in San Pedro. I saw the flash from the couch but not the black ball on the horizon. It seems to me she said there was a black ball and then the flash, which was like a camera flash at high altitude. I witnessed the flash while laying on the couch. The sky was cloud free and it was close to noon the day of the explosion. That evening was nice, my girlfriend seemed young and joyful, and I was relieved all Hell had not broken loose. More was to come when I returned to Terminal Island as I mentioned. As Marlon Brando would say, "In only one eye is the one eye man ass kiss king, or queen if you are among a bunch of sick skull f--kers." It was diabolical, depraved, and hot as Hell, I will tell you that.