JHORE JIHADI domestic terrorist IKJ reckless endangerment 15 convictions

From ISIS to J HORE totally unafraid of the JIHAD domestic threat arriving to end my life over my American poetry accompanying Rasta yago waving a 9MM driving a Tahoe parked next to her dark blue Hyundai seated with an arson murderer of 9 elders homeless veterans attacking me funny by god’s grace I contacted special agent Paula Brand Arlington heights Chicago blessings Charlie Crist office the severe horror my stalker JHORE nothing more than An ISIS American terrorist seated at my townhouse door shooting through a crowd of children screaming she’s a rat kill her I survived this assassination attempt Ciro Gargano organized car bomber arson murders of 9 three of the victims were disabled elderly women left behind on breathing machines Heart pulmonary disease I remember the contents of the tailor shop stored in CIRO’S shop the smell of soot smoke fumes coughing he could never sell those garments suits coats stored for years until the second arson killing the homeless man after he torched the garments years later do you sew the fbi questioning the tailor shop was the target all these years Magdalene Deck stays with me the woman holding on to the drapes at the window nylons in flames fumes from the shop lingers as I suffer asthma pulmonary disease heart disease his twisted JIHAD JHORE obsession to my American poetry an impersonator murdering burning people alive to resume their identities cloning Americans faking thier deaths paying corruption grossly falsifying creating hell on earth allowing early release for repeat severe violent offenders terrorists threats reckless endangering battery hit and run IJK over 15 convictions others including Man die stabbing five persons with a butcher knife blood was everywhere 20 convictions how dare you my god my god you are complete organized corrupt JIHAD JHORE domestic terrorists I am blessed to have survived your brutal wrath intimidation bullying fear being your victim shame on you Ciro lucifer belzebub Diablo shaytan satan you will forever burn in your own fires of hell never ever to be redeemed i smell your skin boiling a mist of blisters hitting hot floors wailing agony pus draining over and over again seeping through cracks of redemption and pain nothing left except an old tattoo a heart with an arrow piercing it that reads MOM a sizzling piece of flesh with burned roses as a scab is all thats left of you now you are no longer human you faked your death to become the devil I know that now igniting that car bomb in my face to silence me for witnessing your arson murders of 9 persons unable to escape your fires because they were bed ridden on breathing machines oxygen machines the men in wheel chairs confined to hospital beds you killed them just like the fbi said how cruel your meet up gasoline poured on dust pans placed under each door around the tailor shop Sadly my girls and I sleeping in a tow truck more fumes Christmas eve 1984 I lay suffering with pneumonia listening to you rant raving giving orders dynamite hand grenades dust pan the heist of the century the garment district great score except for the 8 people left behind with no air my night terrors are of Magdalene trying to get to the window covered with burgular bars locked the smoke rushed upstairs quickly burning very very slow while your crew loaded the truck from the arcade loads of stacks and stacks of wrapped fabric wool coats silk suits slacks shoes hats stored in back of the shop the family billiards kaplan clothing owner was afraid to store the contents of the tailor shop the contents was stored the north chicago cab company next door all those years until you emerged from prison and mayor Bobby Thompson and the building commissioner began putting citations on property on sheridan road 1998 you were furious your property autioned off to African American city officials so you vowed to torch every building on sheridan road in the wee hours on the morning same time as the Christmas eve murders another arson victim 9 homeless sleeping on the floor contents of the tailor shop finally torched emco chemicals employee my abusive ex now i overstand why he tried to break my arm why he brutally beat his entire family Christmas eve to intimidate me to silence me once and for all thats why you faked your death to become the devil to murder me for writing in a diary about you and my abusive ex husbands murders that resulted in the fbi placing wires on my unborn children to buy weapons and drugs from currupt city officials my wearing wires pregnant buying weapons allowed special agent Alan King to switch the judges from Plunkett to Bua getting your time cut on cocaine convictions but not your weapons charges under the 1984 weapon act for repeat offenders 25 to life because of your burglaries with weapons 4 counts two assualt rifles the two hand guns one used on Lisa ann carnes march 1984 unsolved murder and two hand grenades I was beaten for years by abusive ex husbands both your accomplices running for my life writing in a mental health journal coping with night terrors of your murders awakened to smoke filled rooms wailing speaking only to therapists weeping of Magdalene Deck I couldn't understand then who was she why do she haunt me for decades I wrote I needed closure I needed to help Magdalene find peace my keeping this mental health journal resulting in you sending JHORE JHADI to burgulrize my home ripping my diary ripping my poems on my nightstand finally impersonating me identity fraud data breach attempts on my life my prayers are with Mary mama Gargano whose spirit is dangling here hell on earth suffrage you created for her watching over the devil forever and ever flee from me I rebuke you the power of christ compells you in the name of the father the son and the holy spirit thanks be to god