My memory was knocked out on a voyage to see the nuclear detonation area, or areas. I went to see one or perhaps two detonation areas on the USS Reid FFG 30. It was highly toxic and I fear it is in range of Los Angeles to contaminate seafood. Ironically it was an Italian Fisherman's daughter who was from Los Angeles in San Pedro who witnessed the blast directly.
I was tortured in 2001 for my investigative journalistic work and the war I witnessed at the FDIC in 1999 and 2000 in California. I also caught a Sheriff who was thief in Alabama in another audit and investigation.
I have included a ;house talisman and painting. I will describe it to you. It is the famous Queerest of the Queer painting. It has two layers like a living cell with sealed death. On the top is a picture of the nuclear bomb of 1983 as the sun and in the sea is a headless and dead sailor and on the shore is a USS Reid FFG 30 sailor the Dier Fag who was called homosexual on the computers. There were several of them and there was a small uprising on the vessel when the computers and guns were tossed overboard. That was before the nuclear blast and the post op transsexual dier fag with a vagina like a dog is leaving a skid mark on the lawn of Los Angeles. Strike one judge of the Gestapo sect controlling D.C. through LA, That one is for you.
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Daily Foreword July 23, 2014: As my memory comes back on two nuclear areas or contamination zones in the USN in 1983, I have to reconsider how innocent I was and how the nuclear bomb zones were viewed by myself and others on the USS Reid FFG 30 Bridge, or pilot house as many know it. There were two bomb drop areas that we covered. I was exposed on the first and second bomb. On the first bomb or contamination area a bubble came up from the ocean. Many men had to swab the decks later but I was excused because I was already glowing with radiation.
On the second I mistakenly brought a cup of coffee to the bridge where I was soon ordered to dispose of it. I missed the call not to drink coffee on the bridge and was stopped after a half of a cup. I have had thyroid swelling since the incident and tumors and more. I am often threatened in California to this date and have been harmed there in 2001 and later as a result of my contact with the enemy of USA servicemen controlling the Los Angeles Courts with hidden hands from D.C. . I think some of our shipmates may have been executed in 1983 on the base. Their government on the West Coast views many of us as there enemy. But D.C. has control.
A Hawaiian ambassador told me that I should apply for a job at the prior FDIC chairwoman's bank from 2001, which is in Hawaii. I am often threatened in California and many factions are at war here. Many liars and cut throats. My verdict is not to kill unless killed. There are imposters and many threaten us and our families. I think their real estate is a bad bet. Not only is it radioactive but the factions are at war with each other and we are nothing as individuals. A war for the minds where all logical thought is lost would render people infantile and easy to control. A voice from the dead asked me to ask our captain from the USS Reid FFG 30, "How many people did the missiles fired from the USS Reid FFG 30 kill in 1983 captain? We fired missiles the weekend before the nuclear barrage in view of Los Angeles. .
My painting the Queerest of the Queer was originally on San Francisco but after analysis and recovery from the stroke condition, I have determined it is a nuclear sun blast, a headless sailor, a post op transsexual Dier FAG of the FFG 30, our shipmate, rubbing a skid mark of feces from his canine shaped vagina and ass. Strike One he howls, as it is the Blind Dog that is the Los Angeles populace. Blind or your tongues cut out or both?. Logical thought, a river away. A Day In The Life, the Beatles, Music.. I was told I wear this website like a target or those opposed to me use it. What they don't understand they will discover or re-learn time and again.
Daily Foreword July 22, 2014: The comedy of life is that it ends as it began. I may go to a Hollywood Meetup for comedy because I want to tell a sad comedy. I picture the guy with the old guy who my family says look like me. A ventriloquist puppet of an old pissed off man, so in a sense, the other half brained reflection. We can cover all of that sh-t we call life. Is Kurt crazy? Why is Kurt laughing? The shit you are smoking is radioactive. Welcome to Southern California. One Week in LA County Jail and you are one Chinese chicken, two daze the weak so LAVA sorry. Bare Naked Ladies One Week (music youtube)
A terrorist act warning should be given to those in the USA that the government sells guns to people in wild excitement and they terrorize innocent gun owners later for simple ownership. It is a common practice. That is why I recommend avoid those terrorist areas or finding new methods. There is no mercy among piranhas and that is how those foreigners in police and government judge robes treat us common Americans. They import Chinese Assault Rifles by the thousands to a closed down Long beach Naval Station for resale. Meanwhile this veteran who witnessed a nuclear disaster area left from Terminal Island in Long Beach in 1983 and was radiated and owned guns before and after enlistment. I now discourage due to torture and maiming by factions at war against the common. The final comedian will say in an effeminate voice, I saw the tird fall from Yahweh's ass. I have contacted the Mexican documentary kings and queens and the Peruvian government and media about the unannounced nuclear blast of 1983.
As the Navigator and Quartermaster on the USS Reid FFG 30 who was taken from navigation duties, I want the coordinates, the latitude and longtitude of the nuclear blast. CIA Factbook 1983 mentions psych ops that year. My Italian girlfriend said she thought I was dead on that voyage. I thought we were out 17 days. She said we were ought over a month or three months. I want payment in guaranteed safe medical care. I would put General Kurtz in charge of that hospital. I could act it out as a pure vegetarian.
Daily Foreword July 21, 2014: Those moments of lucidity in the dream called life, I will often follow an idea of suicide for a price and avoid the flame as close as possible. Being a dodge ball champ and first class burner and high steel walker, I thought I was invincible. Radiation taught me otherwise. The unspoken wars made me realize their time has died. We were led in like goats for the slaughter, a mimick attack. I always wondered about sacrifice by venom order.
Sometimes I ask, was I devoured? If it don't pay, don't do it. Its an anthem for the control of insanity borne of starvation and masked as human emotion. I am the devoid at times. Brain dead, seer, sear, ser meaning to be. The translucence of time and change and the harsh realities of our fragile minds. The eternal war, the worm flicking at the end of the wire. To prepare for any future war, you have to prepare for control of the mind or to stop them from controlling your mind. I was knocked unconscious and have scars and such on the skull, even being told I was an abortion survivor by a Dr. after mother was long gone. The war for the mind, the scars, I laugh now when I see my enemies crushed but then again, so pointless the average human, cooked alive and not even knowing in what he stews. To cut the wires you need space to practice pointless exercise in directing charges and such. Its a ridiculous game but guns are for ametuers and they are traps set by those who want to own your mind, and your body, and because they have you, you have lost your soul or they took your mind with it. Psychops 1983 in the Pacific against USN sailors, many now sick due to exposure. Warfare in banking deregulation starting with the whacking of the San Francisco FDIC Head at the start of the FDIC Improvement Act of 1992, officially declared deregulation in 1999. To cut the wires you will need tricks. Remember the Wire. Those of us injected are better off dead or perhaps already dead in some ways and ready to ascertain if no wires present.
The absurdity of California is in their blatant lies, much like Alabama and the USA or any public image of any nation for that matter. Someone once said I use instincts in investigations like an animal. That is absurd. I am educated like that of a Dr. and as fearless as a suicide candidate in a nuclear battle field. I was looking forward to death in 1983 and in 2000, and all I saw was a nuclear bubble from below and a shit load of radiation in 1983. I also saw a bunch of insane mayhem in 1999 and 2000 around my two favorite bosses, the ARD F DIC nuts Kenny Barbie and Sweat Ferryl. Both of their bosses I wanted to hold in my cusp and whisper, f-ck me? If so, f- me to the end of time. Don't you look forward to the jolt?. A jolt that is a dud is a dolt.
I knew a man once who was crippled by a fatal disease, a preventable disease, because his parents did not trust modern medicine or its inventors. Were the parents right or wrong? Only time will tell, but from a genetics perspective his genes would be swamped if his were the only perfect ones remaining Here is a joke, I joined the navy to save my teeth and get them repaired. My teeth got repaired then I got tumors from radiation exposure and other maladies you do not want to know. Then the dictators over banking oversight had my teeth knocked out in jail when I tried to stop a Sheriff from starving the men in his jail due to the Sheriffs thievery and I was investigating murder in the banking regulatory business. I could have had it so easy, perhaps, perhaps not. Their lies, our naivete, swim in radioactive water, its not just a job, its an adventure Karlson, if you are alive. Lost and Found bs. California is like Alabama in its vicious ways. I laugh at Armegeddon and say, get parc glowa soup?.
The loss of the Glass-Steagall Act turned the USA banking system into a clay pigeon that will be baked for shooting and harvest daily until it crumbles. Imagine holding your breath in a financial war and you are hooked up to the head out there somewhere beyond the border. The blood does not flow like it did. The dictators we have are demons remote and sometimes I see a plane go down or a murder and I ask, were those bastards and bitches killed? Sometimes I see a poor bastard running for his life and the news says he has done something. You can never tell really. For many of us this world is Hell. Beware of California. Its prejudices are no different than Alabama. The world is at war for many of us, maimed at birth, let the mercy bus ride. I saw a gun advertisement for assault rifles in Merced California on the highway. Do not own one. It is an idiots weapon. Our enemies among us either kill us with them or incriminate. It is the California Gestapo and D.C. Gestapo way. Let it rain bullets they say. Just one thing. They will kill you in California. Never trust their military. They are not defended here.
In Queer Speak, Get Soup. Po us teg, teg which means fair which translated means ria or where the waters come together. The beginning the middle the end. Human species eats lead now and then in the ebb and flow of the river.
Daily Foreword July 18, 2014: Recently I joined a Hollywood Meetup for comedians. Kurt Brown Dirt Brown Like a Clown From A Hole In the Ground. Can I be your childhood friend? I have allegedly survived an abortion and I have survived two nuclear blasts, one fairly close, neither disclosed of which I am aware. I have developed cryptic speech with the dead, one.
My memory started coming back from a forced injections stroke by federally approved officials. The injections in 2001 and 2004 and the memory coming back completely in 2014 from the stroke induced by those forced injections. The nuclear bomb in the Pacific viewable from LA in 1983 and from the USS Reid FFG 30 bridge wings afterward during the following week. The banking wars during deregulation in 1992 and 1999 and 2001 was mayhem and madness and murder. I was put there because I am not right. They know who to hire and when. Smart enough to go in and dumb enough not to turn back. That is me.
As my memory came back it was like a reel in time, from 2014 to 2001, then to 1983, then I remembered the claim that I was an abortion survivor by a Dr. Then I remembered before the human species, the indifference, the knowledge. The human species is sad and pathetic. The smartest mind cracks the atom and gives us nuclear war. We know we want to kill each other or have sex, we are cannibals with appetites beyond carnage, carnal knowledge. The travesty is that nuclear bombs and radiation have a tendency to crack the genetic code of all subsequent humans and mathematically will be spread in greater percentage of disability across the entire human genome.
I truly felt sorrow and honored when I recently saw a Japanese Rock Band with Yimoshiro Imawano play Summertime Blues, a song protesting nuclear power plants, and one of the guitar riffs was on my exact guitar and with my notes from one of several songs I have written. The gun emulation by the guitarist in a way shows how different bullets are from radiation alteration of the human genome, or a complete DNA set for a human and for the human species in total.
Comedy on the USS Reid FFG 30 the Dier Fag WW 03 was throwing guns and computers overboard and calling each other queer.
Daily Foreword July 17, 2014: Without healthcare that is safe, many of us are hopeless under the government curfew. Many of us are better off dead since birth. We should form our own groups and avoid those traps among us set by the predatory sect for their own profits. The only law that ever mattered was the most basic of the bare boned orthodox laws. We have a nation of venom instead of a nation of healthcare. The USA is a disparate place and many of us are at the bottom of all things, some are in the middle, and then there are those at the top of their various factions. A factionalized Earth. Was I hit in the head with psych ops in 1983? The tumors and such were always downplayed and almost seen as not to be mentioned by those in federal healthcare. Before you pick up that pen to sign with that government, you may consider a shortcut and put a gun to your head or tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree and slip away like a buttered bean.
Daily Foreword July 16, 2014: For those of us who invent and discover, many of us are called insane. Mathematical proofs and evidence make our claims irrefutable and even then we are called insane. Galileo Galilei was jailed for heresy and called insane by the government types. I have pulled out the Betz Equation as it relates to the timing of nuclear blasts and I have theorized the space construction and earth warship of the future and present, the Yu Zhendong. Both are detailed on this site.
Like a man in a braille box I search for answers in the unknown. I began to realize that names turned around and numbers as well, inside queer speak could be revealed. The USS Reid FFG 30 became the USS dieR Fag WW 03. As I pondered world war 4 I searched for and found the USS Halyburton FFG 40. Therefore renamed USS KNot Rub Yah FAG WW 04. It is ironic not to rub the USS Halyburton since the Dier Fag was radioactive after 1983 and our nuclear voyage. Cooked in my shoe soles. I picture myself as the lone guinea pig on the bridge of the USS Reid FFG 30 while the ship ran on remote control to the detonation zone in the Pacific viewable from Los Angeles. I could have called the ship USS Knot Ruby LA FAG WW 04. The captain said we fired exploding bullets and mumbled we might as well be firing shit. Oh Ruby.
Daily Foreword July 15, 2014: For many of us in the USA, the government has become a ruthless advocate of terror and profiteering against us. Many of us veterans were put into a nuclear zone without the government telling us how much radiation we were exposed to in 1983. Also when I was seeking medical care at Flagstaff Medical Center in Arizona I was knocked unconscious and maimed in 2004. It started due to my investigating government crimes and criminals and I was first tortured in Los Angeles California a few years earlier and put on the hook by our enemies in California and D.C. federal government control. Many of us federal bank examiners were outcast or murdered without notice or altered in some fashion and journalists are often now killed if freelance investigative journalists. I came to realize in federal banking regulation that money is the root of all evil and large sums of money bring the most advanced evil that money can buy, cutting edge weaponry and tools used for deception and the other factor is collusion. Also the modern soldier is obsolete. I encourage you not to jump in.
I recently saw a TV commercial for the US Navy and the old slogan that lured me in came back, "It is not just a job, it is an adventure." My response is go AWOL. The water the US Navy seal was swimming in was radioactive and as he lurked in the water, they cooked his nuts. That is what happened to many of us on the USS Reid FFG 30. I used art to bring back memories of a nuclear blast, a blast I had forgotten due to the stroke induced by those in power in the USA government who forcibly injected me in 2001 and 2004. I have a claim pending for radiation as my memory returned on the USN radiation voyage in 1983. My tumors were there within a year of exposure and the birth defects of children were there after 1983 for myself due to radiation. In 2004 I was knocked unconscious with forced injections for no reason other than torture disguised as healthcare at Flagstaff Medical Center in Arizona. They may have made it so I can not have children or they may have put a marking tag or done other things to me. We are enemies with the dictators over predatory capitalism international.
If I was guaranteed safe healthcare, I would work for a dictator by slitting the throats of those who tried to stop us from obtaining health care and not torture and abuse and maiming. When I was young I feared nuclear war, but deep down I had a feeling by the time I was old I would welcome global nuclear war. It takes away the suffering if amped up against the beasts of the Earth and their suffering convicts at birth.
Daily Foreword July 14, 2014: In my travels I perceive characters. Mt. Diablo is one of those places I perceive the Indian part of my father speaking to me about the white man and all of those who surround the Indian in this now savage land. Father says to me from on high Mt. Diablo, "F-DIC Son with a quarter in your pocket, the world has gone mad. Fracking rockets killed the electronics through the Tectonic plate leading to Westwood where you were tortured at LA VA Westwood by a federal agent. I told you not to trust the white man. Our war has yet to begin again. Yet we are dead at an early age, often crippled at birth by radiation in the food and air and through those torturous forced injections as you received by those federal employees in Los Angeles and those state officials in Flagstaff ordered by the federal officials in Los Angeles and D.C. The white man has made the mountain mad as it is red today, the land is dry and on fire like never before. It is time for me to go back over the mountain from where I came. "
I reply, "I saw you today father and they maimed you before you were born and then you died young and yet, you live in my mind on Mt. Diablo". My father replies, "Read speak freak, queer speak, the head, the explosion the blind dog that is Los Angeles." I reply, "you are speaking of the Queerest of the Queer painting I crafted into a house talisman." My Indian father replies, "Yes, the painting is fit for a New Orleans whore house. You should put it on the bedroom wall and let post op trans sexuals mount you from the top. Ram it in". I reply to father, "Ghost rider father? Is it good father?". Father replies, "you must always wear a condom with post op trans sexual men. Their legs are strong like a bull and their breath is twice as bad and their mouths are large like their anuses." I reply "Father I hear a song in the death valley." Father replies, "Of course I kid you son, New Orleans does not have post op transsexuals in abundance like San Francisco where the blind and the erect are often deceived until it is too late. Lets go East anyway son, and the path does not lead to a New Orleans whorehouse of post op transsexuals for you my wandering son, lets follow Ruby. (youtube music link) and make more young.
Daily Foreword July 11, 2014: The USA should be avoided if you can do so. We were over run. Many of us were born maimed, as far back as I can see, starting in profusion likely in the 1940's and by the 1960's we were the second generation to get hit in a row, or a roe, depending on perspective.
I was put into a nuclear fallout, or bubble up, zone in the USN in 1983 and was not compensated or notified of the horror of it. I had to be awakened by a series of horrific events and the final recovery of my memory. I want to be sick and puke in the government's face and those who harass me in American society. We are injected forcibly when seeking healthcare and robbed, especially if we struggle against tyranny under the regime. The wealthy areas are often hostile to the poor unless you have a job such as maid or gardener. Many attack each other for pay in the crowded areas of the South West. They are paid while we bleed. There is always hope for the end, drought, plague, famine, nuclear and micro-organism contamination and cleavage of the human genome to nothing. Beware of California, sadistically attractive and equally ravaging. The USA is controlled in most part externally.
When young I realized I have always had premonitions or hunches about things really. The Earth is a living Hell from our perspective, for many of us, from before birth. I am as indifferent as a holocaust camp inhabitant.
It is odd how I used my art to uncover subconscious memories cut out by stroke from forced injections and torture. I am in a horrible state really. A rut, a hole I can not escape, except perhaps, a miracle, and miracle's don't happen when things get mean. The Queerest of the Queer Paining on Quatrains 1 shows a dual layer painting. The underside is my mind crushed but alive. On the top is the manifestation of the nuclear blast 1983 viewable from LA, the decapitation of heads and the emptying of bowels both in the USA military and in the USA federal banking regulatory industry, particularly the F-DIC head circa 1992 FDICIA time. My stroke, the head, the bowels evacuating, the invading horde in government and healthcare torturing and maiming us and robbing us. The blast from the past. Beware in the USA. You are best to avoid all government and all of their government healthcare, even if it kills you. At least you won't live the lie that they care in health care. The USA is the laughable joke.
In closing a truth based comedy. I have asked a writer at the Aspens Writers Conference group to assist me in writing the sequel to the future based on the past. I have acquired the ability to influence the anti-matter, the nobody, the nothing, by linking the living test material to the dead. What is next in my memory. I have gone back in time, FDIC 1999, USN 1983, and now the failed birth the death the horizon, the bitter end. We should avoid the traps of society, drugs and alcohol but like children, their heads bent down to take a sip of the under caste, the maimed, the deformed, the augmented mass that remained of humanity. I was offered a sit down with a Hunter S. Thompson character, the author, but he is dead. His wallet so putrid in Madrid I dread Malibu.
Daily Foreword July 7, 2014: In mathematical estimation of the species probability of survival some things are simple. When I see the unreported nuclear blast from 1983 in the Pacific Ocean with a flash of light viewable from Los Angeles, I realize that nuclear contamination of food sources and the public itself in the soils and air and water may be greater than estimated. The worst problem is congenital abnormality and the wrecking of the pairing of genomes with subjugation of greater characteristics and the amplification of lesser characteristics. A train wreck of the human genome, the entire population, if 51% of the population suffers genetic alteration of their young due to contamination of a materially significant quantity, meaning a higher than ordinary abnormality rate. This could be computed against various factors impacted including intelligence and the immune system. A lesser animal at the end of the line or none at all. The same facet as the dinosaur we the humans share. The impact of radiation is the most obscene, right next to not having young at all.
You Are Always On My Mind (music youtube) Strawberry Fields (music youtube). Frankie Goes to Hollywood (music youtube). Those in power have always called mankind's true martyrs insane, and if I am insane I must be in a coma, a dream within a dream, so the children think, sow the children think, to dream, to analyze, to fetish. The adult end to the child dream or is it the nightmare sequel geneticist? Like a train hurdling down the track at 1000 mph, no remorse, no relief, no contemplation, no tracks, only insane smiles amid insane grief. Smile the Mobile Audit Club train gets no breaks, or is that has no brakes?. The insane of Southern California have always amazed me. Now their fish glow at the aquarium radioactive. The moon fish died recently as it sang to us. You Are My Sunshine, glowing there in the aquarium this glowing cow looking fish with huge eyes peering at me. It died that night, belly up they say, because the fish loved to be meat in that pin, bellow up. Dinette? Ganesh?
Either Youtube has developed technical problems or their legal team had to shut it down due to being treated like the Soggy Bottom Boys by the larger professional guillotines of mass media mayhem.
Daily Foreword July 2, 2014: In the recollection of war and the reinvention of war, I have considered the fact that wars can be won or lost and most would not know who was in charge until key fundamental changes occur, where the innocent are killed and robbed and maimed while the guilty are rewarded.
In the USA Navy the people started playing games towards the end of the Falklands Islands War in 1983 that was reminiscent of war. Our ship had a party where all were ordered to attend at the end of the war. I had seen a nuclear incident from shore and had a washdown at sea afterward when I went to see it. It was not the USA's war. During the war or at the end and near the time of the nuclear incident a British vessel was at Long Beach, CA Naval Station. AT the party to celebrate the end of the war and all sailors of the USS Reid FFG 30 were ordered to attend, a man was sitting in a chair. I asked one of the sailors where was the captain.