The Dakota, New York's Most Exclusive Building, New Book

New York City's Most Exclusive Building, 1 West 72nd Street

During my brief period as a celebrity in New York City I went to a party there once. The elevator was luxurious. If rumors are true my current building is the first one which had an elevator in Cambridge, MA.  

[From article]
the iconic structure, built in 1884 and designed by architect Henry Hardenbergh, the man behind the Plaza and the original Waldorf-Astoria.
[. . .]
Celebrities from Lauren Bacall to Leonard Bernstein have called it home. It was immortalized in the seminal horror movie “Rosemary’s Baby,” and, of course, John Lennon’s assassination at its gates 35 years ago has made the building a tourist Mecca to this day. (His widow, Yoko Ono, still lives on the seventh floor.)
[. . .]


A crafted Native American sculpture on the facade of the Dakota.

Photo: Ken Grant
The most expensive unit ever sold went for a whopping $27.5 million. In 2014, art collector Ydessa Hendeles bought the three-bedroom pad — with 100 feet of Central Park frontage — from hedge funder Bruce Barnes.Modal Trigger
The very same apartment likely went for around $150,000 in 1971,
[. . .]
Among the celebrities who’ve lived in the Dakota: John Madden, “Grey Gardens” filmmaker Albert Maysles, Connie Chung and Maury Povich, Boris Karloff, and Judy Garland. (Among those reportedly turned down by the co-op board: Cher, Billy Joel, Madonna and Judd Apatow.)
[. . .]
For its debut in 1884, developer Clark and architect Hardenbergh kitted out the Dakota with technology that was cutting-edge for the area, including electricity. It was one of the first residential building to have elevators

http://nypost.com/2015/10/10/secrets-of-new-yorks-most-notorious-apartment-building/

Secrets of New York’s most notorious apartment building
By Hana R. Alberts
New York Post
October 10, 2015 | 5:12pm

George Bush (long) Interview About His Book

"I admire our military a lot," says former U.S. President George W. Bush, seen here posing with U.S. troops in Iraq in 2008 Photo credit: Reuters

[From interview]

Q: You mentioned ISIS, you spoke about defeating terror. Is it possible to defeat ISIS in Syria and Iraq without boots on the ground?

"The president will have to make that determination. My position was that you need to have boots on the ground. As you know, I made a very difficult decision. A fair number of people in our country were saying that it was impossible to defeat al-Qaida -- which is ISIS as far as I am concerned. They said I must get out of Iraq. But I chose the opposite -- I sent 30,000 more troops as opposed to 30,000 fewer. I think history will show that al-Qaida in Iraq was defeated. And so I chose the path of boots on the ground. We will see whether or not our government adjusts to the realities on the ground."

http://www.israelhayom.com/site/newsletter_article.php?id=26127

'My position was: you need to have boots on the ground'
Former U.S. President George W. Bush tells Israel Hayom in an exclusive interview, "My strategy, the Bush doctrine, was to vigorously pursue those who do us harm and bring them to justice" • "America has been very supportive of Israel," he remarks.
Amos Regev and Boaz Bismuth

Sneak Peak At Ann Coulter's New Book, Adios America

Sign supporting globalism, held by elitist "rule of law" skeptic.

Does misguided abuse (non enforcement) of immigration laws and other White House clever tricks help to implement globalism, breaking down of international borders? Is that why Republicans do not oppose the destruction of the US economy and culture? Are international lobbyists funded by elite business interests trying to create one world government and allow business elitists to run the world? Is their goal eliminating nations, laws, state's rights and individual rights? Will elimination of the middle class improve the quality of life of third world countries?

[From article]
Mexican immigrants send $20 billion back to Mexico every year — more than the U.S. sends to that country in direct foreign aid.
– The New York Times was saved from bankruptcy by one of the richest men in the world, Mexican Carlos Slim, whose fortune comes from illegal aliens’ sending money — most of it from the U.S. taxpayer — back to Mexico.
– Anything the Times says on immigration ought to be treated like a press release from a tobacco company about the low risk of disease from smoking.[. . .]
– Fully half of the fires on federal or tribal land investigated by the Government Accountability Office, where a cause could be determined, were set by illegal immigrants. (For suggesting as much, Sen. John McCain was denounced as a racist on MSNBC and in The Washington Post.)
– Illegal immigrants from Mexico planted a huge pot farm right in the middle of Sequoia National Forest, dumping pesticides and refuse within a few miles of the world’s tallest tree.
– The Sierra Club, which took a $100 million donation from hedge fund billionaire David Gelbaum to be pro-illegal immigration, never said a word about it. Consequently, nothing the Sierra Club says about immigration — or the environment — can be believed.

http://humanevents.com/2015/06/03/immigration-advocates-frightened-by-99-pound-blonde/?utm_source=coulterdaily&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=nl

Immigration Advocates Frightened By 99-Pound Blonde

Ann Coulter

Wednesday Jun 3, 2015 3:19 PM

Updated: Book Excerpt: Why Chicken Tastes Like Chicken

Posted April 26, 2015 8:15 PM ET; Last updated May 13, 2015 8:20 AM ET




[Excerpted from The Dorito Effect: The Surprising New Truth About Food and Flavor, by Mark Schatzker, out now, published by Simon & Schuster.]
Chicken of the 1940s was nothing like it is today. It was expensive by modern standards, and since chickens were often the by-product of the egg industry, they came in a range of sizes. There were broiler chickens, which were young and tiny — some weighed in at just a pound and a half — and so tender you could cook them under a scorching-hot broiler. Next came fryers, which were a bit bigger and less tender, but still small. After fryers came roasters, and last came “fowl” — old hens that were so tough they could be used only in soups and stews.
[. . .]
In 1946 and 1947, regional Chicken of Tomorrow contests were held. The cream of that group was invited to compete in the national event in 1948, which is how 31,680 eggs from 25 different states found their way to a hatchery in Maryland. Once hatched, the chicks were raised in identical pens and fed a secret diet that contained a minimum of 20% protein, 3.5% fat and 7% fiber.
[. . .]
The very principle demonstrated at the Chicken of Tomorrow contest would go on to doom the flavor of chicken and dumplings for decades to come: Chickens can be changed through breeding.
[. . .]
By 1967, Americans were eating twice as much chicken as they had in 1948, and by 2006, chicken had become so cheap and so abundant that Americans were eating nearly five times as much as they had in 1948.
The dream of Doc Pierce, in other words, has been gloriously realized. Chicken is number one. The country that formerly preferred beef now eats 26 billion pounds of chicken every year.
[. . .]
they are all broilers now. Words like “fryer” and “roaster” still appear in cookbooks, but they don’t exist anymore. We eat gigantic babies. As a paper in the journal Poultry Science puts it, if humans grew as fast as broilers, “a 6.6 lbs. newborn baby would weigh 660 lbs. after 2 months.”
[. . .]
We paid in flavor for this “improvement.” In 1961, Julia Child and her co-authors of “Mastering the Art of French Cooking,” stated that chicken “should be so good in itself that it is an absolute delight to eat as a perfectly plain, buttery roast, sauté or grill.”
Thirty-seven years later, Mark Bittman’s “How to Cook Everything” described chicken as “downright bland” and “essentially a blank slate.”
For the first 99.9925% of their domesticated careers, chickens ate all sorts of stuff: blades of grass, leaves, seeds, bugs, mice, frogs, meat scraps, dead rabbits, even snakes. Without green treats and outdoor foraging, chickens got sick and died. No one knew why.
[. . .]
A few years later, a Polish biochemist by the superb name of Casimir Funk took the stuff that makes brown rice brown — rice bran — and treated it with alcohol and phosphotungstic acid and was left with a tiny amount of an almost magical substance that could cure a pigeon just hours away from death by beriberi. Funk called this revolutionary substance a “vitamine.” (It was, in fact, vitamin B1, properly known today as thiamin, and which, over the past 50 years, has been depleted by half in vegetables such as cauliflower and collards.)
The study of nutrition would never be the same. Thanks to vitamins, deadly diseases like rickets, scurvy, beriberi and pellagra would become not only treatable but preventable. Eijkman was awarded a Nobel Prize. (Funk got bupkis.)
[. . .]
The taste of animal flesh is strongly influenced by what an animal eats. Flavor compounds in the food birds eat find their way into bird tissue. Scientists refer to this as biodistribution — it’s the same reason a dairy cow that eats onion grass produces milk that tastes like onions. And the food we feed chicken today has no flavor at all.
[. . .]
When you stop to consider that nearly half of all chicken sold is “further processed” — chicken nuggets, chicken sausage, chicken patties, chicken burgers, chicken strips, chicken cutlets, chicken Kiev — that adds up to a lot of “preflavoring.”
[. . .]
So much of the food we now eat is not only a lie, it is a very good lie. Modern food may be the most compelling lie humans have ever told.

http://nypost.com/2015/04/26/why-nothing-especially-chicken-tastes-like-it-used-to/

Why nothing, especially chicken, tastes like it used to
By Mark Schatzker
New York Post
April 26, 2015 | 6:00am

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See also PBS Frontline, The Trouble With Chicken at this link

http://enoughroom.blogspot.com/2015/05/pbs-frontline-trouble-with-chicken.html

Tom Brokaw Memoir

Dateline
Dateline - May 7, 2015
NBC News
Tom Brokaw
Lucky Life Interrupted

Brokaw told his story in a well produced video essay.
Said he wanted to share his story so that others may learn from his experiences.
One element that he emphasized was that he had substantial resources unlike most people.
In addition he had a large supportive family, three loving adult daughters, grandchildren and a loving wife. It is usually not recognized how important that is.
He explained by way of his doctors that he ignored much of his pain and that the doctors need to know that. They told him to tell them.

Full show at this link

http://www.nbc.com/dateline/video/dateline-may-7-2015/2862873?onid=209511#vc209511=1

Preview of Dateline Show

http://www.nbcnews.com/dateline/read-excerpt-lucky-life-interrupted-n355511

Book Excerpt
Tom Brokaw's Lucky Life Interrupted

http://www.nbcnews.com/dateline/read-excerpt-lucky-life-interrupted-n355511

Corporations Conduct Surveillance Assisting Government, Book Excerpt

[From article]
If you have a Gmail account, you can check for yourself. You can look at your search history for any time you were logged in. It goes back for as long as you’ve had the account, probably for years. Do it; you’ll be surprised. It’s more intimate than if you’d sent Google your diary. And while Google lets you see it, you have no rights to delete anything you don’t want there.
There are other sources of intimate data and metadata. Records of your purchasing habits reveal a lot about who you are. Your tweets tell the world what time you wake up in the morning, and what time you go to bed each night. Your buddy lists and address books reveal your political affiliation and sexual orientation. Your email headers reveal who is central to your professional, social, and romantic life.

Excerpted from DATA AND GOLIATH: The Hidden Battles to Collect Your Data and Control Your World by Bruce Schneier. Copyright © 2015 by Bruce Schneier. With permission of the publisher, W.W. Norton & Company, Inc.

http://www.wired.com/2015/03/data-and-goliath-nsa-metadata-spying-your-secrets/
BRUCE SCHNEIER

SECURITY 03.25.15
4:22 PM
NSA DOESN’T NEED TO SPY ON YOUR CALLS TO LEARN YOUR Secrets

Russian Businessmen Attacked, Jailed and Murdered By Government Thugs

Magnitsky refused to break despite the squalid conditions he was kept in, but was beaten to death after he fell ill

[From book exerpt]

The riches of the former Soviet Union seemed an incredible opportunity for financiers such as Bill Browder, and so it proved when he moved to the ‘Wild East’ and found he needed bodyguards and armoured cars.
But it was when he crossed the henchmen of Russian president Vladimir Putin that the trouble really started, and Browder was thrown into a terrifying world of state-sanctioned criminality. He survived, but his loyal colleague, Sergei Magnitsky, was to suffer an horrific fate at the hands of the Kremlin’s goons, as Browder recalls in this gripping first extract of his extraordinary new book...


Eight guards, believed to be on orders from the Kremlin, viciously laid into Magnitsky with batons. More than an hour later, he was found dead


http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2924752/Putin-s-torturers-hell-hole-Russian-jail-lawyer-frozen-chained-radiator-clubbed-death-crime-Blowing-whistle-government-cronies-stole-Russia-s-riches.html

Putin's torturers: In a hell-hole Russian jail, a top lawyer is frozen, chained to a radiator, then clubbed to death. His crime? Blowing the whistle on government cronies who stole Russia's riches
Tycoon Bill Browder crossed Putin's henchmen after moving to Russia
He escaped to London, but his colleague Sergei Magnitsky stayed behind
Magnitsky was arrested and held in hellish prisons on trumped-up charges
But he refused to break, eventually falling seriously ill in a squalid cell
Browder received a horrifying voicemail of his colleague being beaten
Magnitsky died after eight riot guards beat him to death with rubber batons
By Bill Browder For The Mail On Sunday
Published: 17:03 EST, 24 January 2015 | Updated: 06:11 EST, 25 January 2015

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http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/putins-way/

Putin's Way
PBS
January 15, 2015

George Bush's Memoir, Book Excerpts

Laura's Husband, From Texas

[Book excerpt]
"Despite his deep disappointment, my father refused to condemn Nixon publicly. While he might have benefited in the short run, Dad saw little point in “piling on,” as he put it. He voiced his opinion privately in a letter to the President on August 7. As far as I know, he is the only party Chairman in American history who has ever written such a letter.
"'I now firmly feel that resignation is best for this country, best for this President,' he wrote. 'I believe this view is held by most Republican leaders across the country.' Writing with his characteristic sympathy, Dad continued, 'This letter is made much more difficult because of the gratitude I will always have for you. If you do leave office, history will properly record your achievements with a lasting respect.' The next day, President Nixon announced that he would resign."

http://drudgereport.com/flashbush.htm

BUSH ON BUSH REVEALS HISTORY
Fri Nov 07 2014 11:30:00 ET
*Exclusive**
What happens when one president dares to write about another?
And what if the other president -- is his also his father?
The country wiill find out next week when '41: PORTRAIT OF MY FATHER' is released.
[It ranked #109 on AMAZON's bestsellers early Friday.]
But today, DRUDGE REPORT readers get the first look at the surprisingly emotional work.

Upstaging the Kardashians, The Threat To Sue

[From article]
On Saturday, HBO’s Lena Dunham sent a “cease and desist” letter to TruthRevolt demanding that we remove an article we posted last Wednesday on sections of her book, Not That Kind of Girl. The letter threatened legal action if we did not both remove that article, as well as print a note, the suggested language of which read as follows:
We recently published a story stating that Ms. Dunham engaged in sexual conduct with her sister. The story was false, and we deeply regret having printed it. We apologize to Ms. Dunham, her sister, and their parents, for this false story.
We refuse. We refuse to withdraw our story or apologize for running it, because quoting a woman’s book does not constitute a “false” story, even if she is a prominent actress and left-wing activist. Lena Dunham may not like our interpretation of her book, but unfortunately for her and her attorneys, she wrote that book – and the First Amendment covers a good deal of material she may not like.

[from the book]
One day, as I sat in our driveway in Long Island playing with blocks and buckets, my curiosity got the best of me. Grace was sitting up, babbling and smiling, and I leaned down between her legs and carefully spread open her vagina. She didn’t resist, and when I saw what was inside I shrieked. “My mother came running. “Mama, Mama! Grace has something in there!”
My mother didn’t bother asking why I had opened Grace’s vagina. This was within the spectrum of things that I did. She just got on her knees and looked for herself. It quickly became apparent that Grace had stuffed six or seven pebbles in there. My mother removed them patiently while Grace cackled, thrilled that her prank had been such a success.
And this:
As she grew, I took to bribing her for her time and affection: one dollar in quarters if I could do her makeup like a “motorcycle chick.” Three pieces of candy if I could kiss her on the lips for five seconds. Whatever she wanted to watch on TV if she would just “relax on me.” Basically, anything a sexual predator might do to woo a small suburban girl I was trying.
And this:
I shared a bed with my sister, Grace, until I was seventeen years old. She was afraid to sleep alone and would begin asking me around 5:00 P.M. every day whether she could sleep with me. I put on a big show of saying no, taking pleasure in watching her beg and sulk, but eventually I always relented. Her sticky, muscly little body thrashed beside me every night as I read Anne Sexton, watched reruns of SNL, sometimes even as I slipped my hand into my underwear to figure some stuff out.
[. . .]
If Ms. Dunham says that our quotations from her book were “false,” then she should explain whether her statements in which she accused a young college Republican of rape were also false. We look forward to asking her about that in her deposition as well, given that she has reportedly refused to cooperate with Oberlin police to track down the alleged perpetrator, which leaves other young women at risk if her accusations are true.
[. . .]
Bullies like Ms. Dunham may believe that firing off legal threats against those who exercise First Amendment rights is perfectly legitimate. But for a woman who proclaims to be an advocate for freedom of speech to attempt to shut down such speech based on her own apparent embarrassment at her own disclosures in her own book demonstrates the totalitarianism of those on the left – and those in the legal and media establishment who enable them.

http://www.truthrevolt.org/commentary/lena-dunham-threatens-sue-truth-revolt-quoting-her

Lena Dunham Threatens To Sue Truth Revolt For Quoting Her
Lena Dunham may not like our interpretation of her book, but unfortunately for her and her attorneys, she wrote that book.
11.3.2014

Ben Shapiro

Memoir of Living Survivor of High Tech Electromagnetic Weapons, Book Excerpt

http://www.lulu.com/shop/soleilmavis-liu/twelve-years-in-the-grave-mind-control-with-electromagnetic-spectrums-the-invisible-modern-concentration-camp/ebook/product-21226200.html

Twelve Years in the Grave: Mind Control with Electromagnetic Spectrums, the Invisible Modern Concentration Camp.
By Soleilmavis Liu

Twelve Years in the Grave

Mind Control with Electromagnetic Spectrums,

the Invisible Modern Concentration Camp.

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I would like to dedicate this book to those victims, who have suffered the horrible covert abuse and torture with voice-to-skull technologies, mind control technologies, and any kind of electromagnetic spectrums.

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First edition

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ISBN:   978-1-304-48957-9

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No part of this book may be used or reproduced, stored or transmitted in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the copyright owner, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Inquiries should be addressed to:

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Purchase of this e-book entitles the buyer to keep one copy on his or her computer and to print out one copy only.

Printing out more than one copy – or distributing it electronically – is prohibited by international and USA copyright laws and treaties, and would subject the purchaser to penalties of up to $100,000 per copy distributed. 

“Scripture taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION. Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 International Bible Society.”

  Book Design: Soleilmavis Liu  Cover Design: Soleilmavis Liu

Publisher: www.lulu.com

The Author and the Book

Soleilmavis Liu is a Chinese citizen, born and raised in China in a rural area.

She was first attacked in December, 2001 by remote voice to skull and electromagnetic mind control technologies when she was studying for a Master`s Degree in Australia. At the time, she was unfamiliar with mind control technologies. Eventually, she came to learn of these technologies that are being secretly used or covered up by governments worldwide to control and harass the populace.

This book tells the true story of Soleilmavis Liu, one of many private citizens to discover that they are test-subject victims for the study of electromagnetic radiation technologies and global surveillance equipment. During her horrible period in the grave, her soul was waylaid, but God answered her cries, and gave her love and support. Losing her life to find God was a true consolation and brought joy to her soul and gave her the strength to be a soldier rather than a victim. She worked hard to seek justice by exposing these horrible crimes to the public, which - if not exposed and publicized – in the future humanity would no longer know the meaning of physical inviolability and privacy.

Acknowledgements 

I would like to thank the many mind control victims and supporters who have been helping me to expose the abuse and torture of voice to Skull technologies and mind control with electromagnetic spectrums to the public.

I would like to thank my family who loved me and gave their much needed moral support, and also assisted me financially during these past twelve years that I was not able to support myself due to these horrible abuses and accompanying electromagnetic spectrums.

  

I would like to thank the following people who have supported and encouraged me through the completion of "Twelve Years in the Grave": Curtis Baker in USA, John Finch, human rights activist in Australia, Cheryl Twyford in USA, and Cheryl Locke in Canada.

Chapter One

As mankind ventured further into the new millennium, the whole world was entering into a challenging new era. I also wished to improve myself by studying for a Master’s Degree, to adapt to the challenging world. It was at the turn of the new millennium, that I went to Melbourne, the southernmost city of Australia, the South Land, to study for a Master’s Degree in Business Information Technology. 

Many people all over the world had been celebrating the new millennium since December 2000, but in Melbourne, people were preparing to celebrate it at the end of 2001.

Following the warmest summer in Melbourne since 1855 the string of warm days far exceeded the previous record of 78 days, set between December 29, 2000, and March 16, 2001 [2]. This December of 2001 seemed a normal summer, and the police officers were wearing their short-sleeved uniforms. In contrast, I still wore a thick black jacket with a blue downy collar and lining.

In the classroom, I studiously and carefully continued writing notes on the details from the lesson while the teacher was assigning the homework. This was today’s last class, and at four o’clock in the afternoon, the classes were finished. Some classmates had already packed their schoolbags. As soon as the teacher finally said: “Goodbye everyone!”, my classmates said in unison, “Goodbye Mr. Julian”, the noises of moving tables and chairs and the buzz of conversation were heard. Some classmates left hastily and waved at me as they went out the door, saying, “Goodbye Liu”. 

I smiled at them from my chair. It was already 4PM, but I wanted to finish my homework, plus I was also waiting for my roommate, just like every day.

She was a very beautiful Malaysian Chinese girl of twenty one years of age, and her name was Ellen. We rented a small two bedroom apartment which was no more than forty square meters. Each of us owned a small but cozy bed room which was just able to accommodate a single bed and a small wardrobe. We had a small windowless parlor which was also the kitchen and where we squeezed in a refrigerator, a cupboard, a gas stove, an oven, a microwave oven, some tableware. A small dining table with four chairs was in the middle of the room. The door of a small bath room faced the middle of the parlor. 

Ellen and I enjoyed keeping the small apartment clean and tidy. The fact that she had learned to cook the western-style meal from her grandmother made my life with her extra delightful. We had both come alone to Australia, cooking and eating together, going to school and the library together, gave us the feeling of being a family.

I liked this girl as if she was my own sister, not only because she was good at cooking and housework, but also because of her attitudes towards school. She always said that she would study hard in school, and she tried to learn as much as she could. It was a pleasure to see that a girl who came from a wealthy family could take her studies seriously.

Almost all of my Asian schoolmates were from wealthy families, and I was a rarity among them. In China, I studied in one of the top primary schools and entered into one of the top secondary schools. I stayed away from the chaos in the university, during the 1989 movement in China. My father and mother had worked in rural areas for almost all their lives, and they could not earn enough money to support me overseas, so I worked in China and abroad for several years, earning and saving for my studies. Eventually, I applied to a university to studying for a Master’s Degree in Melbourne, Australia. I valued my time and money; I studied hard to be one of the most diligent students here.

At about 6PM, Ellen and I walked to our flat to have dinner. After dinner, we went to the library together and stayed there until 8:30PM, as usual.

Living with such a young intelligent, studious, happy girl, and being a student who was studying for a Master’s Degree, my life felt like a pure fairy tale, so free and unfettered, it seemed that I had never experienced pressures from working and life.

This was a very normal summer afternoon. Because it was so normal, I could not even remember the date. It was indeed a warm day. Feeling hot, I took off my thick black jacket, only wearing a pale yellowish green shirt before we went shopping. At 160cm in height, 48kg in weight, people said that I looked younger than Ellen.

Ellen and I bought some Chinese food and went back to our flat.

Our place was a three-story flat which was still under renovation, and construction workers were still working on the first floor. There used to be a window at the end of the corridor, but the builders had built a small room there with a washing machine inside, so the corridor was rather dark, even in the day time.

Ellen said that she feared the dark, so I always talked loudly when we walked in the corridor. Carrying two heavy bags and walking all that distance, we were both sweating and panting at this point. I leaned against the wall near the door, looking at Ellen intentionally with helpless adoration and affection. She let out a laugh. “Lazy girl”, she said, and put down her bags and took out the key.

I was about to rush into the room as soon as the door opened, but Ellen suddenly dragged me back, and said nervously “Wait! There is something wrong.”  

“Wrong? What’s wrong?” I looked at her puzzled. 

Ellen opened the door all the way and said: “Look at the floor.” 

I looked at the floor of our room in the dim light and saw several big, looming footprints. The thought of a thief flashed in my mind. I looked at Ellen, and we stepped back together. I told myself that we should not feel too scared since it was day time; there were others living in the nearby flats, and we could hear the reassuring sounds of the construction workers talking and their banging hammers.

There was no mistake - we had cleaned the floor before we went shopping. These footprints were big; they were obviously from tall men. I was often oblivious to my surroundings and the small details of life, but I knew that Ellen was meticulous, and I could trust her completely. If Ellen had not seen the footprints, I might not have noticed them.

We stood listening in front of the door for at least three minutes, the room was quiet. 

“Even if a thief did enter our room, he has already left.” I said to Ellen and walked into the room in front of her. She rushed to her room and checked her new computer and belongs; I checked my stuff too. Neither of us noticed anything missing.

This little incident did not spoil our good mood for the rest of the day. Ellen prepared western food, tender roast beef, and I cooked rice. We had a good dinner. I also finished the leftover milk which we had put inside the refrigerator after breakfast. Ellen and I never wasted food.

After dinner, I lay on the bed and continued to read a computer book on HTML. After reading only a few pages, I was starting to feel terrible. My whole body became very hot as if I had a high fever, and then I felt extremely cold. Ellen did not notice anything similar. I turned on the electric heater, and tried to sleep. Next morning, I felt normal. I looked in the mirror and did not find anything unusual about my face. I was attentive in class as usual, but soon became a slight headache.

During the next week, the headache went worse and worse. I got a strange feeling that there were some eyes from a far corner glancing at me, but when I tried to look for those eyes, they disappeared.

The pain got worse in the following weeks. Because of the terrible pain, it felt like I was living in a dream, and I felt colder and colder. Walking along the street, I felt as I was plankton floating in the water, and the people around me looked like swimming fishes. I felt eyes flickering at me, which were like frozen fish eyes floating up from below the glacier of the South Pole. Sitting in the classroom, it seemed like the voices of teachers and classmates were coming from far distances. Sometime I saw their lips were moving, but I could not hear what they were talking about.

Occasionally, near midnight, I started hearing whispers in my ears in my dreams, but when I would wake up suddenly from the dream, it was silent. I could hear only the sound of a lone car passing through a far street in the cold night of Melbourne Summer.

One very cold summer night, I vaguely heard strange voices in my dream, saying, “She is ugly! She is dirty!” I suddenly woke up from the dream and heard a clear voice say, “Quiet!” Then, a few young voices shouted, “She is ugly!” One voice in Chinese said, “She is awake, don’t talk!” Another voice in Chinese said, “We will let other people know about her”.

Hearing such vivid talking, in the middle of such a quiet night, made me break out in a cold sweat. I held my breath and wanted to hear more, but it was quiet again. I could not sleep well that night. For the next few days after, I did not hear the “voices”. I started suspecting that it had been just a dream when I had heard those voices a few days earlier, but one week later, I heard them again, in the middle of the night. The voices were so clear; it sounded as they were from just downstairs. They made my flesh crawl. I held my breath, straining to hear, but most of the time, the voices were just whispering, and I could not clearly hear what they were talking about. 

One night, I heard them talking about what I had been doing in my room. I thought to myself, “Are these people watching me?” I suddenly remembered the big footprints and wondered if someone had fixed a secret camera in my room. I assumed that if I could hear their voices, they must be hiding in some place nearby to my room. 

I went to the third and first floors several times in the following few days, trying to find out who was living there, but I did not find anything strange. Yet those voices sounded as if they were coming from downstairs. I talked to Ellen about the voices I heard at midnight, but Ellen said she heard nothing.

The voices were like demons which had just come out from their dens. They kept sucking my spirit and consuming my energy. They were waylaying my harmless soul, and swallowing me alive, like the grave.

In some mythologies, there were poltergeists which could occupy human bodies, but I did not believe in poltergeists. I was 100% positive that they were human beings who were watching me with high technologies…………

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Bill Ayers Whines About Sheltered Academic Life, Book Excerpt

Bernadine Dohrn, 1969



Bill Ayers, 1968

[From article]
True, I’d tried to make a revolution, I had a dubious and hazardous history, and I’d “committed detestable acts forty years ago,” as Obama had so delicately put it, which was, after all, kind of the point of the whole messy muddle.

So let me get this right. Ayers and his wife used bombs to express their dissatisfaction with the government in the 1960s and 1970s. Now they are respected high paid professors at prominent universities. When I was at Columbia University in 1968-70 (when he was making bombs) I organized a group of elected students into a committee that met with the University Trustees to implement changes. I admit we were not very effective but we tried. In 1973 delusional public officials thought I was a spy. Government psychiatrists working at Harvard University drugged me with hallucinogens for 80 consecutive days contrary to law. They scared me and used me to fight organized crime for 15 years and did not pay me. Then the FBI coordinated 22 years of retaliation by crime families which continues in 2013 on property owned and operated by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Harvard University campus police take turns with crime families for 24/7 surveillance, harassment, character assassination, ridicule, humiliation provocations, computer tampering, and sleep disturbances. Personal journals stolen in 1973 are sold to local thugs, police, FBI informants and criminals to humiliate me further. Ayers is complaining? Poor boy. Is the US government run by organized crime or what? Is the US population which believes the lies of the elected criminal class delusional or what?

Bill Ayers: I was Sarah Palin’s road kill
Years of attacks didn't prepare me for the charge that Obama was "palling around with terrorists" -- meaning me
BY BILL AYERS
Excerpted from "Public Enemy: Confessions of an American Dissident"

American Woman Put In Harem In Afghanistan, Book Excerpt

Phyllis Chesler, author of "An American Bride in Kabul," spent five months held prisoner in Afghanistan as a young bride.
http://nypost.com/2013/09/21/my-life-of-hell-in-an-afghan-harem/

My life of hell in an Afghan harem
By Phyllis Chesler
September 21, 2013 | 10:55pm

Howie Carr's The Rifleman, Book Excerpts

[Last updated Wednesday April 10, 2013, 1:16 PM ET]

This is an excerpt from Howie Carr's new book, the third about the crime family that runs Boston and the corrupt FBI that allowed them to abuse the power of the US government. Two thoughts remain unanswered. One is that according to news reports and books too, since Bulger became a fugitive in 1995,  are we supposed to believe that the gambling rings, drug dealers and the corrupt police and FBI who allowed them to operate by paying protection money just evaporated? And now all the police and the FBI special agents  are honest and no longer kill civilians?

Second question regards why these guys and their associates were not being watched by anyone. They were known criminals. About 60 murders are linked to three of them. Being free from surveillance has its advantages. Even when they were still free and conducting  their murderous reign in Boston local police, crime families, Communists and FBI informants kept me under 24/7/365 surveillance. That was bad. But they also broadcast relentless character assassination, threats, ridicule, harassment and humiliation. They disturbed my sleep every day. Now that the police are supposed to have been cleansed  of their pollution, the now clean police still conduct the same criminal abuses directed at me. Is it any wonder how these psychopaths were able to run amok and kill 60 people? Who sets public safety priorities? Toddlers?

[First Excerpt]


WIMPY BENNETT, Murdered by Bulger and Flemmi


DEBRA HUSSEY, Murdered by Bulger and Flemmi


Debbie Davis, Murdered by Bulger and Flemmi


HAROLD HANNON, Murdered by Bulger and Flemmi


Stephen "The Rifleman" Flemmi, admitted multiple murders; scheduled to testify in USDC Boston in trial of James "Whitey" Bulger, in June 2013.

[From excerpt]
At age 78, Flemmi is doing life at an undisclosed prison after confessing to 10 murders, and taking the Fifth on 10 others.

http://bostonherald.com/news_opinion/columnists/howie_carr/2013/04/rifleman_flemmi_thought_about_killing_his_pal_whitey

‘Rifleman’: Flemmi thought about killing his pal Whitey
Victims of gangsters’ bloody reign
Boston Herald
Monday, April 8, 2013
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[Second Excerpt]



FRANKLY SPEAKING: Frank Salemme, an early partner of Stevie Flemmi, referred to Flemmi and Whitey Bulger as ‘squirrels.

http://bostonherald.com/news_opinion/columnists/howie_carr/2013/04/rifleman_whitey_stevie_were_kings_of_the_scam

'Rifleman': Whitey, Stevie were kings of the scam
Blackfriars massacre shocked the city in ’78
Boston Herald
Tuesday, April 9, 2013 PrintEmail Comments (37)
By: Howie Carr


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[Third Excerpt]


CORRUPT CAREER: Dennis Condon, above, was H. Paul Rico’s partner.


RICO’S RIVALS: Buddy McLean was a member of the Winter Hill Gang and an enemy of Edward ‘Punchy’ McLaughlin and George McLaughlin, above, both of the McLaughlin gang. Punchy was murdered in 1965 by Stevie Flemmi.


RICO’S RIVALS: Buddy McLean, above, was a member of the Winter Hill Gang and an enemy of Edward ‘Punchy’ McLaughlinand George McLaughlin, both of the McLaughlin gang. Punchy was murdered in 1965 by Stevie Flemmi.


CORRUPT CAREER: H. Paul Rico, above, a former Bostonbased FBI agent, is seen in a 2001 congressional hearing.


H. Paul Rico



RICO’S RIVALS: Buddy McLean was a member of the Winter Hill Gang and an enemy of Edward ‘Punchy’ McLaughlin, above, and George McLaughlin, both of the McLaughlin gang. Punchy was murdered in 1965 by Stevie Flemmi.

http://bostonherald.com/news_opinion/columnists/howie_carr/2013/04/rifleman_agent_rico_and_stevie_like_blood_brothers

‘Rifleman’: Agent Rico and Stevie like blood brothers
FBI always had a place for the thug
Boston herald
Wednesday, April 10, 2013 
By: Howie Carr

A Coil of Rage

A coil of rage

Below are actual quotes from the President's books.
A cold rage. Can this be true?

Audacity of Hope is difficult to read due to his attitude toward citizens and everything American. A phrase he used to describe his attitude toward whites. He harbors a "COIL OF RAGE."

THIS IS THE PRESIDENT
Is anyone out there awake?

From Dreams From My Father:

"I ceased to advertise my mother's race at the age of 12 or 13, when I
began to suspect that by doing so I was ingratiating myself to whites."

From Dreams From My Father :
"I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and
animosity against my mother's race."

From Dreams From My Father:

"There was something about her that made me wary, a little too sure of
herself, maybe and white."

From Dreams From My Father:

"It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your
loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names."

From Dreams From My Father:

"I never emulate white men and brown men whose fates didn't speak to my
own. It was into my father's image, the black man, son of Africa , that
I'd packed all the attributes I sought in myself:
the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela."

From Audacity of Hope:

"I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in
an ugly direction."