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DISABLED VETERANS BEWARE BE
CAUTIOUS DATA BREACHES HACKING
INTO DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR
FAMILY INCLUDING BURIAL INFORMATION
MY FAMILY WAS HACKED HOME BROKEN
INTO JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY
MY STALKER TAKING MEDICATIONS
ATTEMPTING TO IMPERSONATE ME
WHILE CIRO GARGANO IMPERSONATES
MY DISABLED SPOUSE ATTEMPTING
TO EXTORT MEDICAL TREATMENT FOR
ORGANIZED CRIME MEMBERS SEATED
WITH CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDER
OF 9 TERRORIST THREATS USING DISABLED
VETERANS TO TREAT HITMEN KILLERS
RETIRED MAFIA MEMBERS TRULY SAD
BEING A DISABLED FAMILY WE ARE IN
SHAMBLES BUT WE HAVE GOD OUR
SUPPORT GROUPS VETERANS HELPING
VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES MY PRAYERS
ARE WITH ANY VETERAN SUFFERING AS
WE EMBRACE HEART ATTACKS THE STRESS OF
KNOWING SOMEONE HAS HACKED INTO
YOUR HEALTHCARE IN AMERICA JUST STOP
SENDING BLACKMAIL THREATS EXTORTION
THREATS BULLYING INTIMIDATION VICTIMAZATION
OF DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES
GOD BLESS AMERICA STAY SAFE
STOP THREATENING MY LIFE INTERFERING
WITH MEDICAL TREATMENT FUNDING RETIRED
KILLERS SENDING BLACKMAIL THREATS EXTORTION
THREATS BULLYING INTIMIDATION VICTIMIZATION
OF DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES
USA
We are called to love one another as sisters and as brothers. We are called to pray for one another, our mothers and our fathers. We are called to spread the good news of hope, grace and mercy, across the seas and across the lands. We are called to understand.
We are called to preach peaceful solutions in times of peace and of war. It is one of the reasons Jesus Christ put his peace keepers on planet earth for. We are called to be the disciples of our beloved Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We are called to follow in his footsteps. We are called to feed the hungry.
We are called to offer shelter to the homeless. We are called to provide shoes for the shoeless. We called to provide shelter from the natural storms of life. We are called to spread the gospel news of Jesus Christ. We care called to provide hope for the hopeless. We are called to become the friends of the friendless and lonely people of the world. We are called to speak out for social, domestic, and political injustices.
We are called to speak out for freedom and justice. We called to liberate all of the slaves held in captivity by their fellow man. We are called to become the voice for those who have no chance or have no choice. We are called to be united to be called "for liberty and justice for all." We are called to await the morning's sunrise and thank God we are still alive.
We are called to always be there in good times and in bad for those who have no mothers, no fathers, or no sisters or brothers. We are called to comfort and provide care for the orphans and needy children of the world. We are called to rescues those in the drug trafficking and drug cartels, street gangs, organized crime and the sexual slavery trade. We are called to reach out to those who are afraid and are unable to run away from sexual slavery and domestic violence.
We are called to reach out and help single and unwed mothers or unwed athers and their unborn and born children. We are called upon those who are unable to take care of themselves. We are called to become the mouth, the eyes, the hands and the feet of our beloved Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 28, 2020
MY STALKER SMUGGLING DRUGS WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND OBSESSED WITH MY.LIFE I DONATED HOM TO HER I REMARRIED THE DU.MY JAMAICAN STALKERS SHOTTING AT MY HOME JEALOUS OF MY. EQ HUSBAND WHAT CREEPY DAME THIS IS SOME LIFETIME FREAK OF NATURE FATAL ATTRACTION MY GOD DUMB GIRL MY NEW HUSBAND DON'T NEED SCUM LIKE YOU SLEEPING WITH JIMS DOG WISHING YOU WERE ME WOW NO GOOD MEN IN JAMAICA OR IS IT ME YOU WANT THIS IS CREEPY YOU WANT BOTH MY HUSBANDS YOU FEEL CRAZY YET YOU REMEMBER TO STAY A CITY BLOCK AWAY FROM MY FAMILY YOU ARE A JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY FRAUD JIHAD DOMESTIC TERRORISTS HA HA HA HA THIRSTY CHICKEN FEET WEARING SCUM SHOOTING AT MY HUSBAND A POW YOU ARE SCUM MY HUSBAND WILL ALWAYS HAVE MY BACK HAND I. HAND TAKI G YOU DOWN CORRUPTION AGENTS CANNOT GIVE YOU MY IDENTITY CIRO PETER CAN'T GIVE YOU MY LIFE I KNOW YOU HAD FUN CROUCHING DOWN USING MY NAME COMMITING FRAUD UPON VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES YOU ARE A COCK ROACH A PALMETTO BUG HIDING THROUGH PAPER TREES PAGES LEAVES FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS BECAUSE MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND DUMPED YOU CIRO KICKED YOU OUT THE BACKSEAT PETER PUSHED YOU OUT THE SIDE DOOR EVEN YAGA WAS TORED OF SUPPORTING SHAINA ALAINA TEESA TONI TOWANDA SMUGGLING DRUGS YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED SPAT WE ARE LOCKED AND LOAD TRY US AGAIN JJJJJJJJ DUMMY DRIVING A HONDA SEARCHING FOR SOMEBODY ELSES STALKER VETERANS AND THEIR WIVES LOCKED AND LOADED SHOOT AT MY HUSBAND AGAIN WE BOTH SAW YOUR ASSAULT RIFLE POINTED AT HIS CHEST YOU ARE LAUGHABLE SCUM SPAT SPAT ON JJJJJ ROACH STALKER DISABLED VETERANS A D THIER DISABLED WIFE HA HA HA YOU CIRO PETER ARE SCUM EXTORTING MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM BACH OFF NO MORE HANDOUTS FOR JAMAICAN DEALERS ORGANIZED CRIME FRAUD AND WASTE
In the 1920's labor had fights
Employers hired toughs, both sides ignored rights
Unions hired the Mafia, thought they’d be strong
The tactic was effective, but unwise and wrong.
The Mafia knew that beggars can’t choose
They made an offer the unions could not refuse
Took over, raided wages, extorted the boss
They made the gain, the workers the loss
In Mexico, cartels own a third of the land
Don’t run for office, you might die by their hand
In Russia and China, rulers solidify Mafia ties
Crime helps rulers, and liberty dies.
Cash for the ruthless, recently in the news
Iran paid European Mafias to kill Europe’s Jews
There's no stopping the wicked, they endlessly reach
These warning verses are but a stone on a beach
Your profile may be low, so you see no cause to arm
But get in their way, and then comes the harm
To take an example, I read this to my alarm
Not far from me, Hudson valley, bodies hidden in a farm.
Any tech that helps, bad guys seize the chance.
Like a drug that puts victims in a spellbound trance
That drug: 'devil's breath', will severely confuse.
So it and other drugs Columbia Mafia’s use
From the danger buffet, you can take your pick
Bad guys don't have to kill, they can make you sick
Harmful drugs aerosolized, blown to a face
Your life derailed, a crime with no trace.
So, the picture is this
Governments and Mafias give each other a kiss
Technology for both, that can control you
What a brave new world, nothing we can do.
"We have the power to make this the best generation of mankind in the history of the world or make it the last."- John F. Kennedy
~
In three shots an assassin snuffed his life's worth
Noble a man's purpose with breakthroughs achieved...
Such vile demise made a country roar, 'Unearth
Truths about our leader's fall. We were decieved!'
And beneath red Texan sky... the whole world grieved.
One thousand days of service were not enough
For beloved JFK to instill reforms--
His vision of liberty decent yet tough
Igniting nations to advance honored norms...
Only to be riddled by dissenting storms.
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The presidency of John F. Kennedy was shortened after his
assassination on November 22, 1963 at 12:30 p.m.
while riding in a motorcade in Dallas during a campaign visit.
Despite the official finding, many conspiracy theories arose--
from organized crime to the CIA to Cuban exiles.
Some 30,000 never-before-seen documents were released
to the public by the National Archives in 2017 and 2018,
with another release set for October, 2021.
John F. Kennedy was seeking a second term in the White House.
Source:The Warren Report Archives
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A Historic Event Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula 9/20/2020
We live in the shadows of our creations,
paying homage to a technological God.
Seeking truths hidden in the darkness,
hope overshadows reality:
creating a Disney-like fantasy world.
Mesmerized by the neon glitter of gilded cities:
we overlook their lack of compassion and pity.
Through our silence, we condemn ourselves
to a world without morals:
besieged by greed's malevolent personality.
And we pay a price for our silence:
fueling corrupt politicians and organized crime.
Bending a knee, we tend to pray one day out of seven:
though we claim to be people of faith.
Like pantomime actors playing silent roles
in the theater of life:
we're juxtaposed by the chaos that envelops us.
Like ubiquitous white noise, we're an incoherent hiss;
never rising above our self-imposed silence.
It takes courage to speak out
for what is right:
and many of us, only mouth the words
under our breath, in silent prayer.
I MET MELVIN MAYS WITH MY UNCLE MACK THIS LED TO THE FBI GIVING ME A PHOTO OF MELVIN MAYS 1986 AMERICAS MOST WANTED CIRO GARGANO WAS NO WHERE AROUND SERVING PRISON TIME IN TERREHAUTE INDIANA MOURNING THE LOSS OF HIS FATHER THE FBI TOLD ME MELVIN WAS TRADING WEAPONS WITH LYBIA AND WAS GOING TO BLOW UP THE CHICAGO TRANSIT SYSTEM AND SEVERAL GOVERMENT BUILDINGS I FEARDED FOR MY SAFETY OPERATION M.O.M.M.Y MELVIN MAYS WE MET THROUGH MY UNCLE MACK BEING RELATED TO THE HONORABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD I HAD NO IDEA MEL WAS ACTUALLY THIS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS SPECIAL AGENT GAVE ME THE PHOTOS AND ASKED FOR MY HELP I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR YEARS SO I HELPED MAYS WAS FINALLY CAPTURED I'M NOT SURPRISED CIRO GARGANO INVADED MY HOME RIPPING PAGES SEARCHING FOR MELVIN MAYES PHOTOS TO TERRORIZE ME SENDING ME THREATS FROM ELRULKIN GANGS THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES ABOUT THE 1986 PHOTO OF MELVIN MAYS FUNNY I SET A TRAP ALL I DID WAS PUT MELVINS PHOTO ON MY CABINET WITH A CRISIS PAMPLET INSTANTLY CIRO GARGANO TOOK THE BAIT WITH HIS CAMERA IN MY HOME ATTEMPTS TO ZAP MELVINS PHOTO FROM MY AC VENT WHERE HE ACTUALLY HAS A CAMERA INSTALLED FOR ONGOING HOME INVASIONS CORRUPTION AT IT'S FINEST WORKING FOR CIRO GARGANO TO EXPLOIT FBI INFORMANTS AGAIN DISGUSTING YOUR TWISTED THREATS TO INDERMINE JUDGE OLIVER GREENS MEMORY IS A HORRID BREACH 1776 TO 1976 LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL I WILL NEVER FEAR ORGANIZED CRIME CORRUPTION LED BY A MAN THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS WIRED MY WOMB TO GET HIS PROSON TIME CUT HENCE THE ARSON MURDERS OF 9 DANGLING ON THE TABLE TO BE SWEPT UNDER MY WOMB AS WELL GOD BLESS JUGDE OLIVER GREEN I WILL NEVER FORGET OUR LAUGHS OUR TALKS AT OUR MEETINGS THE MILITARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART GOD BLESS AMERICA
OPERATION FALLEN BEGAN AFTER SEVERAL CORRUPT COPS SELLING DRUGS FOR GARGANO ACTUALLY BECAME JUNK SICK JEOPARDIZING HIS CRIME FAMILY HE ACTUALLY PAID CORRUPT OFFICERS TO SEND GOOD INCORUPTIBLE OFFICERS INTO WAR ZONES BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY HIRED ABUSE OF POWER TO ALLOW EARLY RELEASE FOR HIS PERSONAL LIST OF REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS REACHING OVER ONE HUNDRED SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS MEANWHILE THESE OFFICERS ARE DUMB FOUNDED FEARING FOR THEIR LIVES FINALLY MURDERED BY FRIENDLY FIRE MEANWHILE THE ONE HUNDRED REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS RECIEVE EARLY RELEASES AND FREE DUSNEY PASSES THE GAMES OF ORGANIZED CRIME CORRUPTION CROSSING OVER RICO VIOLALTIONS COMPLETE CRIME AND PUNISHMENT FOR INCORRUPTIBLE OFFICERS FBI INFORMANTS I WOLL NEVER EVER FEAR ABUSE OF POWER EXCESSIVE BULLYING ORGANIZED CRIME AND CORRUPTION WORKING FOR THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OVER ARSON MURDER OF 9 ELDERLY PERSONS GOD BLESS ALL THE FALLEN GOD BLESS AMERICA
Deadly greed allows mafia
leaders to fake their deaths
and impersonate my deceased
father born 1942 why old
disagreement’s unfinished
bribes payoffs bleeding the
life out of fallen officers sigh
for the giving pray for the
souls of the silent beings
when knights of Columbus
closes empty coffins creating
hell on earth for the public
puppeteers awaiting the
puppet masters cue from
above dirt my prayers are
with all the Gargano family
members forces to mourn
empty graves in public while
mafia members pass envelopes
around city officials break rooms
Honor doesn’t come from poking
your finger and burning a photo
of a saint it comes from respecting
honoring all who served and still
serving Stop organized crime bullies
left over garbage from Frank
the bomber Balistieri I will never
fear your bullying intimidation
I am unashamed I wore wires
pregnant for the Fbi buying
weapons and drugs from junk
sick cops selling drugs for
the Gargano crime family over
looking black town fort Myers
Florida Andersen avenue
We'd opened ourselves up to fascist beliefs
we'd catered to the raw findings of mental angst
an yet we knew going under cover would somehow
lead to sudden death threats corruption beyond belief
ill gotten gain abuse of power narrating our very
existence we knew full well death would follow
going into hostage situations my wearing wires
on my womb was the fetus alive had there been
prenatal care non existence actually being a
confidential human source for the federal bureau
of investigations in America a family of six a daunting
task to be erased aborted soon after the currency
arrived saving only the habitual murderers it seems
witness protection for the arson murderers assasins
hitmen hired to end life the Sammy the bulls
the Calabrese willing to rat out the mere crime
bosses of bosses where women infants
and children vanishes at the Metra trains all aboard
Kenilworth my mind focused on Bozo the clown
The Ray Raynor show WGN broadcasting from Kenilworth
Illinois who are we when the conductor screams
watch your step my thoughts were can you hear my fetus
heart beat can you tell the difference between my heart beat
and the fetus heart beat do you have kids do you think
the sound from the wires is harming my baby amazing
going deep inside hostage situations twenty two cities
from Chicago to north Chicago stopping briefly in lake bluff
train station to install the wires I'm broken I'm scared
I have to swallow fear I have to go on and finish this
retched job bringing corruption organized crime to justice
funny today no it never really ends these bullies lie in
waiting to extort even your American poetry your mental
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survival skills while Klonopin is a safe haven a sanctuary
between therapy sessions prayer is a constant reminder
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keep writing dear we will get through this