The Will at New Ruskin College
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Last Will
1- Do not attempt to resuscitate.
2- Any and all organs may be transplanted, provided the corpse is cremated immediately and not desecrated or photographed. (I will wait ten minutes to allow time for the ambulance to be called to transport the body.)
3- I leave everything to my sister Susan. The keys and codes will be left in an envelope on my person.
Codicil to the Will.
I will post a photo of cherry blossoms with a black border. When you see this you will know I am dead.
I ask if you should investigate my death, and determine that things are as I have alleged, that you take action against those who have wronged me.
Distinguish between those who merely commented upon these events, (Rush Limbaugh, Bill O’Reilly, Sean Hannity, George Will, Sam Donaldson, Chris Matthews, John Roberts, Tim Russert, Al Franken, etc. etc.), and those who took an active part in instigating the actions against me: Michael Weiner, Don Imus, Mrs. Jack Swanson, Ron Owens, Michael Krasney, Sedge Thomson, The Red Comedian, (he would want me to use his name), and all those who worked directly with them at the same stations and networks, Bryan Wilson, Rosie Allen, Dunbar, Weygand, Rodgers, Baxter, McGurk, McCord, etc., and the management of these villains, Mr. Jack Swanson, for one, and the others who allowed their licenses to be so misused, to hector and vex, and oppress a man to his death.
From the grave, in the name of justice, in the name of our common humanity, I ask that if you agree that they have used their broadcasting licenses perfidiously, maliciously, unjustly that you take their broadcasting licenses away from them.
I ask that you resell the licenses and give the money to a foundation, The Murdoch-Watts Foundation, for the promotion of health and human decency, justice and wisdom. (To the extent that my death itself may induce others to choose this path a portion should also be devoted to suicide prevention.)
Make Public Broadcasting and ABC and Viacom and the others pay for their wrongful conduct, and in justice devote the money raised to helping humanity. Taking guidance from the writings of Murdoch and Watts I am sure The Foundation’s board of directors will know better than I how the money should be spent. (I recommend that Jack Kornfield and Yvonne, and George Will and William F. Buckley, Jr., jointly decide on the board of directors.)
It is difficult to know what arguments should be made but my time has now run out. I beg for justice.
Note that in life they did not dare contradict me. I have previously offered into evidence the keywords recorded here at this site, but you may also check the logs of domains: NBC and CNBC have visited. The FCC.Gov has visited. By inference the domains from Parsippany New Jersey can be checked against GAB Robins where it is headquartered. (Like Farmers, State Farm, CENCAL, Dean Sodos, Scott Bobro, GAB Robins name appears on the search log.)
In life Michael Weiner, Don Imus, Mrs. Jack Swanson, Ron Owens, Michael Krasney did not challenge one word they read here though they have often made covert references.
They impudently and cowardly hid behind our unjust and twisted society knowing perfectly well that the rich and powerful are safe from justice.
What they have not fully considered is that justice might still be done even after my death. They conceitedly thought that upon my death that they would be safe.
Show them that they are wrong. Show them that justice may still be done.
I pray from the grave for justice.
--- The Colonial Motel Suspect
Testament 06-02-05, 08-04-05
Introductory Note:
I did not write again after the Last Letter, (see The Last Letter Archive at the Moynihan Memorial Library), in which I protested KQED and its interference with my life, how they had used Yvonne to get at me.
Not in 1996 when the IRS asked for my assistance and then leaked my name, not after 1998 when Imus used his contact with Shotgun Tom Kelly’s brother at State Farm, not after the burglary in 1999 when Weiner, and Brian Wilson and Mrs. Jack Swanson, and the others at KGO read from my notebook, not in 2000 after Ron Owens used his contacts to harasse me at the health club or with the children’s clothing designer at Gymboree, or Michael Krasney used his influence with Rose Guilbault, (they both worked at KGO before Krasney was fired in 1993 and Bernie Ward got his chance, that was before she was made a vice president with AAA), to interfere with my employment at AAA, nor when Weiner (or was it Owens) used Scot Bobro to harasse me at Farmers in 2001, at no time did I try to persuade others about the wrongs done me.
(I did write some notes to Yvonne, (see Dear Yvonne Letters at the Moynihan), and I talked to her a few times, and that was enough for me, to talk to just her. I wrote no more to strangers in Washington. For I knew from my experience with the laser disk letters how dangerous it can be to involve oneself with the “public,” and I knew too that no one, not even as great a man as Senator Doctor Professor Moynihan will help, for no one helped me after I published the Last Letter. Everyone knew how I had been targeted by the people at KQED, how they reached out and interfered with my life, knew and did nothing. (And I have come to think that the Last Letter was the cause of all that followed. Just this: That I should have dared to complain. Who did I think I was?, my enemies demanded, “To criticize us?!” Then they set upon me.))
And again in 2002 when Mrs. Jack Swanson waged her campaign of harassment, first having me followed and using her radio show to let me know I was being watched, and then using her contacts with the owners of CENCAL Insurance to harasse me at work. (There are a lot of malicious people in this world but most do not have radio programs which they can use to taunt their victims.)
And even in 2003, after Imus at GAB Robins and all of that, when finally after over a decade of harassment I started this web site, even then I only made a few postings hoping that I would be left alone.
It was not until April 2004 that I began making regular postings here, only then did I realize that my situation was hopeless.
Long before I announced my intention to end my life here at this site, in what I call my “protest” it became clear to me that I was not going to be called back for employment by any of the agencies: not by Claim Net, or Insure Staff, or Placement Pros., or Kelly Financial Services, or Mengus (who now appears to have been involved with my enemies having placed me at AAA, CENCAL, Farmers, and AIMS about which I was suspicious but had no clear proof but now in retrospect suspicion seems justified), or anyone else.
I am completely alone. (It is often said that the Left maintains closer solidarity than the Right. However, just consider Mr. Foster. The one time he failed to protect Mrs. Billy Clinton from herself, the ‘travel office’ caper, she cut him off. Yet I do think it can at least be said that the Right makes less pretence of comradely good fellowship. (Recall Mr. Lowery, the young editor of National Review going around boasting that he had lied to me.) )
Now I want to describe one last thing: my understanding of this terrible confusion, this anarchy we call life. I want to review some themes of recent Lecture Notes and some stories from my personal life, both things far off on the horizon, and some things from the middle distance, and the some things in the foreground, and show who they all indicate the same thing: the utter absence of any order or reason in this world.
Emptiness
www.NewRuskinCollege.com
Last Will
1- Do not attempt to resuscitate.
2- Any and all organs may be transplanted, provided the corpse is cremated immediately and not desecrated or photographed. (I will wait ten minutes to allow time for the ambulance to be called to transport the body.)
3- I leave everything to my sister Susan. The keys and codes will be left in an envelope on my person.
Codicil to the Will.
I will post a photo of cherry blossoms with a black border. When you see this you will know I am dead.
I ask if you should investigate my death, and determine that things are as I have alleged, that you take action against those who have wronged me.
Distinguish between those who merely commented upon these events, (Rush Limbaugh, Bill O’Reilly, Sean Hannity, George Will, Sam Donaldson, Chris Matthews, John Roberts, Tim Russert, Al Franken, etc. etc.), and those who took an active part in instigating the actions against me: Michael Weiner, Don Imus, Mrs. Jack Swanson, Ron Owens, Michael Krasney, Sedge Thomson, The Red Comedian, (he would want me to use his name), and all those who worked directly with them at the same stations and networks, Bryan Wilson, Rosie Allen, Dunbar, Weygand, Rodgers, Baxter, McGurk, McCord, etc., and the management of these villains, Mr. Jack Swanson, for one, and the others who allowed their licenses to be so misused, to hector and vex, and oppress a man to his death.
From the grave, in the name of justice, in the name of our common humanity, I ask that if you agree that they have used their broadcasting licenses perfidiously, maliciously, unjustly that you take their broadcasting licenses away from them.
I ask that you resell the licenses and give the money to a foundation, The Murdoch-Watts Foundation, for the promotion of health and human decency, justice and wisdom. (To the extent that my death itself may induce others to choose this path a portion should also be devoted to suicide prevention.)
Make Public Broadcasting and ABC and Viacom and the others pay for their wrongful conduct, and in justice devote the money raised to helping humanity. Taking guidance from the writings of Murdoch and Watts I am sure The Foundation’s board of directors will know better than I how the money should be spent. (I recommend that Jack Kornfield and Yvonne, and George Will and William F. Buckley, Jr., jointly decide on the board of directors.)
It is difficult to know what arguments should be made but my time has now run out. I beg for justice.
Note that in life they did not dare contradict me. I have previously offered into evidence the keywords recorded here at this site, but you may also check the logs of domains: NBC and CNBC have visited. The FCC.Gov has visited. By inference the domains from Parsippany New Jersey can be checked against GAB Robins where it is headquartered. (Like Farmers, State Farm, CENCAL, Dean Sodos, Scott Bobro, GAB Robins name appears on the search log.)
In life Michael Weiner, Don Imus, Mrs. Jack Swanson, Ron Owens, Michael Krasney did not challenge one word they read here though they have often made covert references.
They impudently and cowardly hid behind our unjust and twisted society knowing perfectly well that the rich and powerful are safe from justice.
What they have not fully considered is that justice might still be done even after my death. They conceitedly thought that upon my death that they would be safe.
Show them that they are wrong. Show them that justice may still be done.
I pray from the grave for justice.
--- The Colonial Motel Suspect
Testament 06-02-05, 08-04-05
Introductory Note:
I did not write again after the Last Letter, (see The Last Letter Archive at the Moynihan Memorial Library), in which I protested KQED and its interference with my life, how they had used Yvonne to get at me.
Not in 1996 when the IRS asked for my assistance and then leaked my name, not after 1998 when Imus used his contact with Shotgun Tom Kelly’s brother at State Farm, not after the burglary in 1999 when Weiner, and Brian Wilson and Mrs. Jack Swanson, and the others at KGO read from my notebook, not in 2000 after Ron Owens used his contacts to harasse me at the health club or with the children’s clothing designer at Gymboree, or Michael Krasney used his influence with Rose Guilbault, (they both worked at KGO before Krasney was fired in 1993 and Bernie Ward got his chance, that was before she was made a vice president with AAA), to interfere with my employment at AAA, nor when Weiner (or was it Owens) used Scot Bobro to harasse me at Farmers in 2001, at no time did I try to persuade others about the wrongs done me.
(I did write some notes to Yvonne, (see Dear Yvonne Letters at the Moynihan), and I talked to her a few times, and that was enough for me, to talk to just her. I wrote no more to strangers in Washington. For I knew from my experience with the laser disk letters how dangerous it can be to involve oneself with the “public,” and I knew too that no one, not even as great a man as Senator Doctor Professor Moynihan will help, for no one helped me after I published the Last Letter. Everyone knew how I had been targeted by the people at KQED, how they reached out and interfered with my life, knew and did nothing. (And I have come to think that the Last Letter was the cause of all that followed. Just this: That I should have dared to complain. Who did I think I was?, my enemies demanded, “To criticize us?!” Then they set upon me.))
And again in 2002 when Mrs. Jack Swanson waged her campaign of harassment, first having me followed and using her radio show to let me know I was being watched, and then using her contacts with the owners of CENCAL Insurance to harasse me at work. (There are a lot of malicious people in this world but most do not have radio programs which they can use to taunt their victims.)
And even in 2003, after Imus at GAB Robins and all of that, when finally after over a decade of harassment I started this web site, even then I only made a few postings hoping that I would be left alone.
It was not until April 2004 that I began making regular postings here, only then did I realize that my situation was hopeless.
Long before I announced my intention to end my life here at this site, in what I call my “protest” it became clear to me that I was not going to be called back for employment by any of the agencies: not by Claim Net, or Insure Staff, or Placement Pros., or Kelly Financial Services, or Mengus (who now appears to have been involved with my enemies having placed me at AAA, CENCAL, Farmers, and AIMS about which I was suspicious but had no clear proof but now in retrospect suspicion seems justified), or anyone else.
I am completely alone. (It is often said that the Left maintains closer solidarity than the Right. However, just consider Mr. Foster. The one time he failed to protect Mrs. Billy Clinton from herself, the ‘travel office’ caper, she cut him off. Yet I do think it can at least be said that the Right makes less pretence of comradely good fellowship. (Recall Mr. Lowery, the young editor of National Review going around boasting that he had lied to me.) )
Now I want to describe one last thing: my understanding of this terrible confusion, this anarchy we call life. I want to review some themes of recent Lecture Notes and some stories from my personal life, both things far off on the horizon, and some things from the middle distance, and the some things in the foreground, and show who they all indicate the same thing: the utter absence of any order or reason in this world.
Emptiness
www.NewRuskinCollege.com
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