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The massive convoy of threats

Begins with Hyundai's my stalker fatal attraction rushing in front of our disabled vehicle then rams break hard causing us to panic my spouse and I both disabled this has cause severe discrimination and victimization persons of power plunging into traffic for wiseguys wannabe mobsters who were funding corruption abuse of power bitter because they wasn't able to extort my poetry our medical nor funds to care for aging mobsters bitter angry over old grudges gripes old disagreement so they set out for undesirable beings living on a fixed income writing poetry for therapy healing soothing for my traumatic brain injury support that's how it began I wore wires pregnant for the FBI over an arson murder of nine because of this the FBI they told me my life and my kids was in danger boy were they right killers violent offenders released targeted me only to find me broken mental ill brain injured I was in shambles a poor mom caring for nine children on a disability income what a blessings God sent me someone just like me we both have PTSD anxiety disorder panic attacks depression what a beautiful gift we are lifetime military of the purple heart American legions and Amvets for decades we've volunteered PTA at food banks the church special Olympics we also help building veterans memorial parks in Florida donating countless hour of community service and love however this special criminal group created a data breach hacked into our lives through the hospital system gaining access to our personal information sending us threat convoys of violent drivers vehicles targeting us actually pulls in front of us making sure we read you're dead on plates threats because i worked for the FBI threatening my spouse for his medical insurance information it can be devastating we work hard serving Veterans and their families sending supplies to our troops deployed with gold star families cutting ribbons fir the Afghanistan memorial park wow and when a brother or sister dies motorcycles line the grounds in memory of the fallen i feel saddened that this criminal group literally attacked from inside our medical mental health and personal information like Bin Laden or Atta Mohammed a certain fear knowing strangers are using your personal information for god knows what we are overwhelmed but the attorney general say's stay alert we are brave disabled Americans we are stalked terrorized daily but we have this great love he's my hero and I am his God bless America Please stop threatening intimidating our family I realize Ciro Gargano wants me dead because of the arson murders of nine I had no choice wearing wires pregnant for the FBI buying weapons and drugs to protect my children that was 1985 he's been actually extorting my lively hood since 2003 when he arrived with my stalker obsessed with my poetry I'm not the greatest poet my poetry is for coping healing with the psychology emotional trauma of wearing wires pregnant watching the agent install wires to my wound I grieve I weep my soul cries out for those who perished in the fires I could not save them my therapist told me there was nothing I could have done Gargano and his car bombers blew up my face because I contacted the FBI reported break ins threats over my own poetry because I met Cicely Tyson as a child 1st grade she and Maya Angelo the best of friends Gargano was extorting me into silence I broke that silence in therapy and contacted the FBI this criminal group extorting embezzling racketeering my traumatic brain injury claim investing into properties God only knows while I was this poor poverty stricken injured emotionally ill mother afraid of my shadow writing poetry fearful my brain will die traumatic brain injury a serious disease I receive injections every month nerve blocks for severe traumatic headaches frightened early stages of dementia vertigo resulted in a fall broken my hip pelvis this criminal group began a severe identity fraud against me on my deathbed I pleaded please stop I hid from the terror an arsonist with my ex husband and this fatal attraction committing wire fraud cyber attacks bank fraud mail fraud my desperate plea to special agent Leroy Heimbach special agent Paula Brand because dire need she installed the wires working undercover for years saving lives my life was spared I can't stay silent while they continue bullying me extorting my lively lastly my American poetry I wrote over 10 poems a day because of the brain trauma uncontrollably I didn't even proof read miss spelling words crying weeping expressing myself speaking out about PTSD traumatic brain injury healing support for years not to get rich but Ciro Gargano and my stalker became obsessed literally hiring an assassin to kill me in cold blood severe terrorists threats home invasions exploiting my medical personal information domestic terrorists attempting to extort my American poetry I continue to write distracting myself from ending my own life 2 decades these killers have been extorting my lively since I made that call to the FBI I can't stop writing poetry because I am Dead they murdered me i know that now if i go to a doctors appointment pharmacy i actually count over 100 threats on license plates from behind bars because Ciro Gargano controls the prison systems they send me death threats on my life and my children lives for wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi Ciro Gargano is very bitter he believes my wearing wires pregnant for the FBI would grant early release to a large amount of violent offenders who went to prison as a result of my wearing wires pregnant for the FBI he promised them that he could get them out of prison if they agree to harm bully intimidate threaten finally end my life I thank the disability rights helping me relocate getting the best care my god my god my god please stop harming my family STOP PTSD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY DISABILTY RIGHTS OF AMERICA

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