California terrorists rob USA banking system

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I am Kurt Brown also known as saintrambone and I was in a 32 year coma due to psych ops stunning weapons and nukes in the us navy in 1983

I have detailed accounts and events at the federal deposit insurance corporation (FDIC) office on the day of banking deregulation November 12, 1999

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Daily Foreword November 21, 2015: As the word gets out on the street about the banking information system heist on the day of banking deregulation in 1999 and facts did not come out till this week because I am the only one with memory recall of the event and who was in the banking regulators main office that day. I had been in a psych ops and nuke war in the USN so it was easy to remember how things operated once my mind came back on the events in 2015. In the heist we can not say who was really up top and orchestrating it. One man celebrated the heist in his hatred of me and said the bridge with money was built and the money was going out. His anger and hatred over rode his logic. He and I did not get a penny of that money and will likely pay for it in some fashion. A shallow victory for a shallow mind. The pope seat and the money of the Vatican was likely stolen using new technologies. I went to die in a nuclear blast in 1983 and was hit but not killed. Too bad. The FDIC owes me a new job and payment for that headache in the attack, increased stroke symptoms. The police have not investigated the attack on my mother in 1994 and the attack on her and myself regarding Kurt Cobain's will, and the police have not responded. The man who was in the chair who yelled, "You are some stupid mother f-ckers" was likely executed as I do not recall him in the chair when I awakened. I would not be surprised if old Kenny Doll my boss had been skinned alive and a surprise monkey placed inside. America will become a gangland warfare state. You will not hold wealth without warfare. I urge my young to cut the lies and back away if possible. Far away from the cities and the government. Find alternative communities or find my stump.

My fantasy is to be paid to go back to my job where I endangered my life for the behalf of the USA financial system. I want to play a concert at New Years eve in honor of my brother Kurt Cobain of Nirvana and I want to play Kurtzy Wants A Whacker which is like his song Polly which I saw at to myself in a strange way. I am the Whacker Kurtzy. But I need humor in bed so I want a drag queen ensemble to play Soho Dolls Bang Bang Bang Bang as the first act.

Daily Foreword November 20, 2015: A true horror story and joke --- On the day of banking deregulation and the enactment of the Financial Services Modernization Act of 1999, my federal banking regulatory office at the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation (FDIC) in Roseville California, known as the Sacramento FDIC was taken hostage and we were hit with a psychological operations weapon, a laser or stunning device and later forcibly injected.

When the assailants were entering the outer office, and 11 of us bank examiners were at a boardroom table and I was at the ceo position of the table, a man outside our door told those coming into the office that they could not come inside our office. Someone yelled really loud at that point, "You are some stupid mother f-ckers!" I could not tell if it was someone sitting alongside the wall, perhaps my boss Kenny Doll as I refer to him or a federal agent in the office. We were knocked unconscious. When we were awakened, a woman on my right flank said, "Did something just happen here?" She was immediately led out and drugged further. A man who was sitting on my left flank, a bank examiner and former military man named Joe asked, "Did someone just yell?" The yell was in his ear from someone sitting behind him and I saw Joe grab his head as if he got a headache. Likely a former marine in federal police work yelled in his ear to try to make us mark time in this assault. I want to be paid and I no longer care how many are killed who stand in our way. They are at war with us and likely have taken many layers of government if not all I welcome global death if we can not be free from our enemies abuses..

Daily Foreword November 18, 2015: The murdering horde controlling the USA has likely killed my half brother and his entire family. The Seattle Police Homicide have not gotten back to me and neither have the Mobile Alabama police about a likely murder of my father and the abduction and injecting of chemicals in myself. The Seattle Police know of my request to compare the DNA. I think his death is indicative of a larger war with advanced weapons. The best bet is to leave the nations controlled by predatory capitalists. Their stunning weapons are advanced and their memory altering drugs have become almost perfect, except in my case. I was placed in the middle of this war in 1983, 1994, and 1999. I want that DNA comparison or it proves they will murder our families and rob us with wild impunity. These people are like predatory animals with advanced equipment and chemicals. I pray for the end of time if we are to be enslaved like this. They call us criminal. I have no criminal record. I was a FDIC Bank Examiner and witness to many wars. I do not fear the end of time but I do not want to see mankind die a whimpering animal. The time will come for vast change in Washington State. California is already there. Welcome to Hell on Earth USA 2015 Handsome Elf.

As I ponder my DNA comparison with my alleged half brother, Kurt Cobain of Nirvana I venture into new territory. The alarms are going off, people grabbing my fuzzy hat and making accusations. Its another day of project mayhem against my family, a family of peasants whose one bread winner was decapitated by the filth of a murderous set up, and laced with the idea a heroin dealer was there. I had a vision last night as I slept in the fifth dimension, crept up on me, a huge bolus spilled from my mouth onto the bank examiners table in 1999 where I was placed at the CEO position by my boss FDIC Kenny Doll. It was the body of two people, changing form, first Frances Bean Cobain as an infant, then handsome elf. THe music of Elastica was playing to the lyrics, "I made the grade the connection was made."

In reality I do remember someone yelling before we were knocked unconscious at the Roseville FDIC office in 1999, November 12. I think our boss or an agent was either yelling at the intruders or a man sitting at the edge of the wall yelled at us. "You are some stupid mother f-ckers!" That was after someone told the men invading our office that they could not come in. We were a tight door place there. You should have seen the FDIC office they put me in when I got to San Francisco. Sounded like Jeff Toren got it like a bad son off of Kearney Street drug addict row. Of course I was on my way out of the FDIC. So many have died in the psych ops wars. I am often incriminated. Today is a big day. My ultimate goal in life since looking into the nuclear blast, "They might kill me". Brother, can I be Kurt with you too?

In reality in a segmented psych ops war you can get no relief. The innocent are killed and persecuted while the guilty wage war with their cache of cash and all the protection you can buy. If you are on the West Coast or the Gulf Coast you will find a predatory horde. If I was young, I would go to the country, among the thistles, impregnate a young woman and stay there. Father called me the Mongoose. A mongoose eats snakes. Psych ops brought to you with new equipment and new drugs. Reincarnation of Aunt Frances? Remember the Catholics took her will in her death bed in a catholic hospital. I think the pope seat was taken with psych ops after Gods banker was killed in London in 1982. "Got a rope, hang the pope, up with psych ops folly". Beans and Grits.

Daily Foreword November 10, 2015: A rabbi once asked me at Temple "why are you here?". I was about to start remembering huge chunks of my life 27 years since my first exposure to psych ops weapons and a small nuclear blast from the Pacific Ocean. My memory of my life started to return over 5 years, from 2010 to 2015. Since My returned in this year my question to the rabbi and our society is not in 2015, "What happened?", but "Why". Imperfection of the species will be amplified in the future.

I believe my mind and most every one in any room can be controlled. I suspect governments over run and wealth plundered, as the fat cat eats all and pretends to care about the mice among the men. I suspect many layers of mind control and indifference in a brutal world of warfare and greed and predatory opportunistic attacks. It is the nature of mankind. A layered technology could remove political officials and family members and no one would know. I suspect Kurt Cobain of Nirvana was killed as was his entire family. I am not 100 percent sure but considering I had been willed 400 million dollars by him, or said the assailant, to my mother in 1994. I think in a way those of my alliance I suppose, used the will issue and my robbery to draw attention to the bloody conflict in the Pacific Realm in 1983. They like to dip you in radiation, psych ops, and spit on you.

Here is a joke in closing. A new culture of the Mexican Catholic and Prison guard vein has penetrated the state of California and the old ways are going out. On a David Letterman show, Hunter S Thompson admitted he had anal sex with a man. Some in the audience asked if it was true he had molested a child, and at that time Thompson bent over in his chair and said tell me another line. In the Mexican Catholic culture and as the Nazi culture would hope if Thompson was drunk and did a gay thing like getting pummeled by a hammer head from the rear, then he must be a child molester as well. It is an easy way for people to get money they think. As Marlon Brando said in Apocalypse Now, "F-ck Me". And to those who came to power with those new weapons and who are abusing us, I am soon to die from cancer most likely. Avoid finance and the military. Neither one of them really pay for us. As we are a warfare society. Protect your G-d damned own. That's the name of the game.

In a visual scene I envision a comedy of my super hero hunter S Thompson firing paint balls out his derriere to show the painting, "Something Strain-jay" seen on Quatrains 1 of this site. I envision Handsome Elf placing the paint balls in the blow canyon. "To Be Kurt With You" is what Hunter would likely call it, or is it Kurtzy?

Daily Foreword November 9, 2015: As my memory returns on psych ops warfare, I yesterday released a video on youtube kurt brown saintrambone discussing an abduction and rape and forced injections and impact by some sort of laser psych ops cannon in 1999 during the period immediately before or after the enactment of the Financial Services Modernization Act of 1999 and it was sometime before or immediately after my immediate boss was evacuated from his subdivision due to a fuel spill. I think the boardroom incident was before the fuel spill evacuation of my Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation (FDIC) boss. In the video I discuss a woman who was likely raped at the boardroom table. When we were released from the boardroom office, the outside exterior office in its huge expanse was vastly different. Whereas before we entered there was no one in the offices on the perimeters of the main office, and after we were released from the boardroom, there were many people with some doors open, lights on, people staring our way, but the view in offices closed off due to cubicle placement. I heard one man say about the woman who was going to complain about something having happened to her at the boardroom table that she had been shot up with cocaine or a psychotic drug to make her forget. I have been injected and attacked many times. I saw the woman staggering with a stupid smile on her face, then a man said to me, "Gringo, you are going to get some of this" and held up a syringe. The next thing I know he was next to me and had injected the chemical into me. My experiences that day were terrible but I forgot much of it, but as I explore memories I see life as it is in reality. With electronics today we may be safe but these are multi faceted attacks, layered. This is where those in power let out the hiss just like before. Its a shifting insanity of whose who on top.

Daily Foreword November 7, 2015: As I ponder the vast differences of warfare in the theatre of war and warfare in the theatre of finance, I realize that most often in the theater of war the masks of anonymous assailants are removed even if to cover another mask of control elsewhere. In finance, it is like polite war, on the outside, but inside it is the same. I want to dine at the cobain estate and hold his most prized guitar..

Daily Foreword November 4, 2015 : As my memory returns I analyze banking deregulation in 1999 at the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation in Roseville California. Forgive me if I am off but while analyzing the experience sometime before or after the attack or manipulation of my immediate boss a Bank Examiner for the FDIC and under another man at the office. We as bank examiners, 12 of us approximately were told to go into a separate office from the main office, a sort of adjunct office with a large boardroom table. I can't recall whether Kenny Doll my boss or his boss were in the boardroom office with us. I do seem to recall some people sitting along the wall, at least one, perhaps Kenny Doll. Those entering the office outside of our door were entering the largest office where cubicles were and would be removed soon after or before this event I am to describe. A employee told me to sit at the table at the end and face the window and I thought how odd I was at the end of the table like the CEO. I am not sure if it was Kenny Doll my FDIC Roseville California immediate boss.

He then moved his arms in front of me as if to say this is your position to view. Then when we were in discussion or waiting for someone to come to the office, a group of men walked into the main office and walked past our glass office door in the smaller office. The other people seemed to drop their heads as if in prayer or unconsciousness. Also the lights appeared to go dim, as you would have with suppression of the cerebral cortex occipital lobe. Did I go unconscious, a sort of black hole as I see it, a hole I can not get out of, as another boss would describe my predicament when I tried to transfer pending an EEOC hearing on a complaint I filed. Then after the men had passed outside the window, a woman asked, "did something just happen here." I feel so sorry for that woman at writing this at this very moment. Probability of rape, if she felt wet, or penetrated, she had likely been raped. One of the men who walked past had looked directly at me as I was looking at him. In Psych Ops could it be that you could quarantine one from being knocked out or treat them medically beforehand? Also I am not sure if the boss at the office was chiding me about my back issue while handling boxes for a bank examination or audit but I think he may have been telling me that someone was being drug around as if unconscious in the office.

Dad was a wing nut as the Jewish women I have known would describe him. However at least he had wings. He told me not to work in the military and he told me not to work in finance. I expect payment for government service, but I want to compare Kurt Cobain's DNA from Nirvana to mine. I was in the subconscious unconscious for 32 years due to stroke while in the USN experiencing simulated or modern warfare with nukes, psych ops, and betrayal executions abandonment and a CPO who went AWOL. AWOL G CRAP he is known as to me, last seen letting you store your chit in Texas for a fee. A marine who was on the vessel and also of the same rate as myself may have been holed away in the ship. He had an odor and saw him rarely at the end. I hear the voice, they cooked our core, or was it they cooked our corps? Was the Pacific Fleet melted down at the core in the Pacific Ocean? Were the first nuclear bubbles I experienced preceding a larger detonation when I was unconscious or asleep that night in my bunk? So much uncertainty Sweet Carol. I always admired Sweet carol's perfume in the air at the Roseville meeting when the F DIC queen spate. I have rewritten my brothers lyrics to the song Polly, and renamed it Kurtzy and it is on the Quatrains one page. I would like to play it nude at the F DIC 2016 New Years Eve Party with a left handed guitar and get it on with Sweet Carol and Kurt and Dad., Handsome elf. My prayer is that if Bean Cobain is Kurt's daughter that she give me a place to park and if she puts in a catfish pond I will tell the family's orphans and bastard children that Bean is a reincarnation of Aunt Frances from Fairhope Alabama.

Invention and comedy : I had a vision of Captain Ten Rad Chip Barnett's Big Wheel of war theory put to practical usage. A spinning disk rolling on the water with a passenger or three in the center hole. A simple whizzing sound and amazing speed. The theory of motion would be molecular contact and displacement on the molecular level with usage of solar power in the underlying areas of the bands exterior. To beat the band with Captain Ten Rad Chip's Big Wheel.

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