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Being bullied to death by JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY IDENTITY FRAUD it all began with my entering Montez Williams poetry contest after suffering severe mental breakdown writing poetry was comforting healing my son encouraged me to enter and I did 1999 I wasn’t the greatest I just loved that I found some way to cope my doctors were thrilled for me by 2002 home invasions in my home searching for writers on my night stand finally leaving death threats to shooting in my home I contacted the FBI that’s when my stalkers arrived with a 9mm Jamaican jay Townsend Johnson Henry Toni Henry Rasta Andrew driving a white tahoe pointing the gun at children pointed the gun at me at my front door I couldn’t breathe everyone scattered by gods grace five gunmen killed him at my feet he was there to kill me to allow these Jamaican women to extort my American poetry my writings to submit to star Parker the author for her up coming book uncle sams plantation everything was chaotic jay Townsend Johnson Henry was stalking me she sent violent offenders to killed me in order to extort my identity impersonate me to flee to Canada Jamaica Mexico back to Appleton a group of identity thieves jay Townsend Johnson Henry talisa shaw Kiwanis bugs Danielle Danita delmont agent threats from Appleton I feared for my safety fragile suffering ptsd anxiety disorder panic attacks coping with wearing wires pregnant for the FBI buying weapons and drugs for the FBI from corrupt junk sick officers my desperate plea for help FBI I stood over this dead man killed at my feet I was being bullied I knew I was being bullied because I was bullied by gang members as a child I wore wires for the FBI taking down an entire Jamaican possee of drugs and weapons dealers gang leaders so here I was shattered afraid wondering who sent these Jamaican dealers I realised I was exposed an FBI informant far from Arlington heights FBI I was around the corner from my psychiatrist USF my therapist at USF on medication writing poetry behind dark drapes afraid of my shadow that’s why the bold threats jay Townsend Johnson Henry my bully intimidating me with violent criminals and junk sick corrupt officers bullying me angry with me for wearing wires pregnant for the FBI buying weapons and drugs from corrupt cops who actually worked security for the gangs providing the gang leaders with weapons riot gear to kill FBI agents and myself an FBI informant wired up inside held hostage basically feared my life for years vomited panic attacks severe agoraphobia afraid to leave my home horrible embarrassment writing poetry helped me cope until killer’s arrived terrorist threats bullying me these weren’t any bullies they were corrupt officers basically gang leaders with badges and guns demanded I allowed corrupt officers niece Catrina bell mckissick bully my identity impersonating me to extort my poetry with Mexican Jamaican dealers exiled to Canada after FBI completed the investigation relocating my family I had no idea years later I would taunted threatened bullied to death yes I’m alive only because those gunmen arrived killing my killer twenty years later Jamaican jay Townsend Johnson Henry arrived with Catrina bell the same junk sick officers wanting revenge bullying nearly years ongoing still covering this operation through laundering my traumatic brain injury claim and my American poetry I am somebody and I am alive crisis team saved my life saved me from suicide until jay Townsend Johnson Henry took my computer basically taunted my mental illness interference in my mental health treatment completely destroyed my mental health care thank god for my great doctors psychiatrist therapy neurologist heart doctor breathing doctors an yet reliving wearing wires pregnant reliving my killer killed at my feet knowing my killer is still out there bullying me for my American poetry I envision myself dead again I envision me ending my own life before my killers attack me with assault rifles glocks poison in my medication through home invasions just break in switch my medication and that’s it I’m dead threats on license plates RX meaning plans to poison me threats wanting me to supply drug dealers with medication threats that my disabled family provide medication to corrupt junk sick officers who were reprimanded and lost their badges working for gang leaders and Jamaican killers I envision myself dead by my own hands how can anyone live knowing you are being bullied by brutality abuse of power because I wore wires pregnant for the FBI the sheer horror these are now domestic terrorist plotting my murder bullying for my Medicaid I was so stressed over her fraud I cancelled my Medicaid and my in order to stop her from extortion of Medicaid I couldn’t breathe watching her try extortion of my American poetry extortion of my traumatic brain injury claim extortion of my identity threats demanded that jay Townsend Johnson Henry impersonate me here in America god only knows I feel if I kill myself my identity thief will finally stop impersonating me bullying me death is my only peace from this ongoing emotional mental physical terrorist attack on me and my disabled American family because I wore wires pregnant for the FBI buying weapons and drugs from corrupt bitter angry junk sick officers bullying me for my American poetry I contacted the FBI with a desperate plea for help during a severe mental health crisis killers arrived shooting in my home for my poetry by gods grace five gunmen killed my assassin at my feet I feel dead brutally emotionally mentally tortured bullied to death here in America for saving lives for preventing weapons from getting in the wrong hands in America bullied to death
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