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Oct 12, 2005, 12:23:50 PM10/12/05
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They shaved more money from me,
and I don't get paid until Friday.

Guys...you don't understand.

I am not an heir. I have no money.

I work for very little.

That would be all well and good, but
your sting is just as bad as the stalking.

It really is.

You conduct this big 'stink', and I bear the
brunt of ALL of it.

I'm gonna go 'in SF' again.

You cannot hold me prisoner here just so you can fatten
your own selves.

And that's what this game does....the good guys and the
bad guys have their little game...and it don't even matter
if you're good or bad, because you're ALL sitting on me.

So I got no money, no vacation time.....I can't keep living
this way for you. And you so-called 'good guys' keep making
promises, and you're just putting my head out there on the block.

You did nothing to stop the car crash.

You brought the 'bad girl' - the stalkers - right into the
workplace so you could 'catch them'.

And then, when I suffer an attempted murder, you deny it.
And everyone else gets cards and flowers, but I have
to come here everyday and work with attempted murderers,
and you PUNISH me for it.

That's not fair.

That is it. I'm tired of playing with your sting.

I'm getting my paperwork together.

I'm manning the phones.

I'll do the stalking, I'll go to jail.

You patting-yourselves-ontheback
My name is Kerry Lynn Keane,
and I pay the price for your BIG BOYS sting operation.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/raspberrywho

Sorry, boys. But even the 'good guys' have a boys' club,
it seems.

Wouldn't want to compromise the investigation now, would we?

What's a few raped and stalked women and dead children.

And you sit at home at the end of the day, with your wife and
your beer and your fat paycheck, and don't you know that if
the so-called 'bad guys' need someone to take it all out on...it's the
women?

No men should have ANY authority until this shit stops.

Sorry, I'm pulling the plug.

You fucking pay me.

ms password gas

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Oct 12, 2005, 12:31:05 PM10/12/05
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(ms password gas <fake...@forgeries.org>) :

I have KIDS, you fucking FBI CUNTS.

But you don't know what that's like....because you're MEN.

And you got to where you are because you're a MAN.,

And you don't give a shit about women - my father told me.

You take your fucking rapacious 'sting operation' out of Chicago.

You're USING us.

If you ain't from Chicago...you fucking leave.

Take your massive sting elsewhere, because we're tired of you
using Chicago as a trapping ground.

We pay the price, and get nothing in return.

Go to Texas or somewhere.

I'm not putting up with your torture.

I got poisoned yesterday, I'm working with murderers and slanderers,
and you expect me to 'co-operate'?

No - I'll escalate.
'
How dumb ARE you people?

Are you afraid of being exposed for 'not knowing' the game?

Tough shit.

Oh yeah, go bust some more tiddly-winks mobsters, that's right.

ms password gas

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Oct 12, 2005, 1:38:51 PM10/12/05
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It's the lawyers.

The lawyers are working up a case that somehow involves me.

But they won't tell me.

They're using me for their 'retainers'.

They couldn't care less if I live or die.
Here's how it works:

Oh yeah, one gang of lawyers gets wind of 'the game' -
they have dirt on the 'bad guys'. Then they go to the
'good guys' with their actionable 'dirt'. They start 'preparing'
the 'case', but everything has to be 'confidential'.

It's the lawyers. They use me because I'm bait for 'the fish'.
Then they use 'the fish' as evidence 'for the good guys'.

It's a game. They're using me to collect evidence against the
bad guys so that they can make a bundle prosecuting the good
guys....and look mighty heroic in the process.

It's Cook County, probably. They have a beef with my dad,
because there is a whole bunch of racketeering going down
in Cook County.

I have no choice but to take this to the court of public opinion.

It's obvious that there are hush-hush lawsuits being prepared.
But nobody is promising me anything. They're using me, because
I do things like: go to cemeteries and read books and do research.

Then the bad guys get angry because they're afraid I'm going to
find something - some long buried skeletons about their families.
And the lawyers push the bad guys out in front of me. So I keep
digging, and they use what I find as 'evidence', or they know who
the bad guys are because the bad guys stalk me. They're using
me to collect evidence and catch fish.

Then they go to the good guys and lay out their case. They make
phony promises that everything is going along, just be patient.

But I can't play anymore. Screw your baseball investigation,
and the investigation of the old families, the social register
families and their dirty laundry. It's rigged. They are using me to
screw you.

And I couldn't give a shit about your secret investigation anymore.
You should have seen it coming that I would 'snap'. You were
hoping I would commit suicide....does the phrase 'suicide girls'
mean anything to you?

You know, 'cos of 911, there's all sorts of dirt being dug up,
and I just went to this cemetery...just because I'm interested in
Chicago history. I wasn't looking for 'dirt' on anyone.

So how it works is....the lawyers are stalking me. But I guess
that by their reasoning, they have cause to do that. Then they
go to the Tribune Company, or the register people, the upper
crust, whoever, and tell them that I'm digging up dirt on them.

And I'm not.

I went to Graceland Cemetery on March 12th to take pictures.
I was just interested in the McCormick family, and the book 'Riven
Rock'. Just went to have a look around.

I wasn't looking for dirt on the Chicago Fire, or any other skeletons
that are supposedly in the closet.

So, I started out in Graceland, and I saw these rocks, and these
informal or organic arrangements. And that made me think of
Transcendentalism.

I'm an art historian, for christ's sake - what do you lawyers think I
am? You misrepresented them to me.

So, back to March 12th. I noticed some of the 'informal' styles of
Graceland, and I realized that some of it was reminiscent of
the Druid monument at Forest Home. So I went to Forest Home and
took pictures.

I went specifically to look at the graves of 'gypsies' and to look
at the Druid monument. But someone was hanging around the
Haymarket monument - which I've seen a million times. There is
nothing aesthetically interesting there...but again, these lawyers
project. They think it's some left-wing thing, and I'm going to
look at Haymarket, and I'm not. I went to check out the arrangements
on the Druid site.

Then I went back to Graceland to compare arrangements. Some of them
were circularly arranged, and I noticed the aesthetics, the layout of
the rest of the cemetery.

I realized that when you photograph Graceland, you don't just take a
square-on picture of a grave - you keep the relationships in mind.
And, at the time, I had no theory - I just noticed that they were
playing with spatial relationships. That's an architecture
thing....another thing lawyers know nothing about. You see,
these guys have the most stereotypical male egos, and they loathe
me. They are such misogynists. They follow me to the cemetery...
and I very clearly was followed. And they tell themselves and tell
others that I'm some radical left-winger, and I hate the rich, and I
am looking for 'dirt'...they're so narcissistic.

It's an art thing. I have an interest in architecture. I was just
photographing the layout so that I could analyze it later.

But that is something that is beyond their grasp. And I once had a
roommate who was quite hostile to me because I 'understood' art.
They pretend that the things that are beyond their education don't
exist.

So...they told themselves that it was politically motivated, and it
wasn't. It was a matter of history and of art. Then they go to
'the bad guys' and tell them what I'm allegedly 'doing'.

You can see for yourself. The first cemetery trip was March 12th.
That's when I got my new digital camera, and I like taking pictures
of architecture. For christ's sake, what do you think my passion was?
You fucking liars.

You can see that I went home, studied the pictures. Then I checked
out books on cemetery art, freemasonry...I just wanted to study
the aesthetics of cemeteries. Aesthetics. I wasn't trying to cause
trouble for the people back east.

But no...for some reason, the lawyers want Ms. Keane dead.
So they tell them that I'm an Irish Republican, or a troublemaker,
or a terrorist, or some radical left-winger.

So, back to March 19th. As you can see, the aesthetics changed.
I was looking at spatial relationships.

March 27th, Easter Sunday, I had an 'accident' on Lake Shore Drive.
Only, it so clearly was not an accident.

I was in the far right lane, because I was turning off soon.
I noticed that the cars were slowing down. The car in front of me
nearly stopped, and I slowed down accordingly. Just as we both
came to a stop, the car in front of me pulled into the lane to the
left of me. And I saw that the dark blue car in front of that car
was stopped. Huh. Was it stalled? I only had a few seconds
to ponder this when the blue car, which had just been sitting
there a while, suddenly became 'un-stalled' and pulled ahead like
it was nothing. I hardly had time to accelerate when I saw the
car behind me, an Infiniti, accelerate to a ridiculous degree.

He was deliberately hurtling toward me. And I was thrown out
into a crowded Lake Shore Drive, with cars whizzing by.

Miraculously, the car came to a halt in the middle of LSD,
and I got out. The entire back window was shattered.
I don't know...I was dazed, and I started crying. People stopped
and asked me if I was okay, and I said, "they tried to kill me."

Some people called 911 for me. One lady - a black woman -
looked a little frightened, but she gave me her cell phone.
Another woman in an SUV offered to call 911.

I'm not sure if they were in on it or not, but it's clear that a
number of cars were in on it.

It's the lawyers.

They follow me, tell the bad guys I'm making trouble for them,
and then the bad guys get all of their people, like Scientology,
to dig up dirt, access all of my bank accounts, steal my money,
hire a rapist, cause near accidents, etc. etc. I mean, they've
got all these people who have a beef with me, and they're stalking
the shit out of me, and I'm sorry, but I can't play nice and be
quiet and co-operate anymore, because....I just can't go on anymore.

The lawyers know they got themselves into deep shit, and being
vain, narcissistic, abusive, arrogant, confrontational and all that,
they refused to admit that 1) there are things they don't know
about me 2) there are things that they just don't have the expertise
in: history, architecture, aesthetics....and MUSIC. 3) they made
a mistake in stalking the shit out of me, essentially making me a
prisoner.

Pretty soon damn near everyone has a beef with me.

And you know what? I stayed out of politics in college for
precisely that reason. I wrote papers, did my homework.

It doesn't matter, because they find 'dirt' in anything I do.

And everyone's participating - like Scientology - 'cos this
is their chance to finally get busted and bail on Scientology.
Or they want to hang Scientology at my expense.

Basically, these forces use me to pit their enemies against
one another. They're all scrambling for the top.

I was drugged yesterday, and I saved the cup with the
drugged water in it. I KNOW I was drugged.

Everyone's playing along, because they think it's a big sting,
so they do this shucking and jiving, meanwhile, I have to
get up and go to work, saving all of the forgeries, saving
all of the evidence, taking notes, making files, and I just
have more piles of shit than I can deal with because of it.

But I go to work every day, and try to put out of my mind that
I was the victim of an attempted murder in March....even though
no one I work with acknowledges that.

So I'm sorry, everyone. I know you'd like to take the 'slow route'
and drag your feet and shuck and jive until you have your 'case'
so that you can get your millions and retire somewhere...but it is
at my expense. Did you really think you could do this to me and
not snap?

It's the goddamned lawyers - they play one side off another, because
they know that when the shit hits the fan, a lot of people are gonna
want 'payback'. They're gonna want the money from the people
who stole it from them. And the lawyers will be right there to
collect their share.

It's a conspiracy of lawyers.

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