We get letters

Very paranoid letters. Old-timers here might recall that the “Famous and Nonfamous Strangers” moniker comes from a letter I received in 1997 while working for a small nonprofit in Oklahoma City. You should read the whole thing again, but my favorite line will always be this: “Before these famous people held charity dinners on behalf of the cause they fabricated around my life and exploited me in every way imaginable, I had a happy, typical, conservative, affluent, dignified, respectable, middle-class life.” It perfectly captures the pivot into tragedy that mental illness is–and far from mocking Jeannine, it makes me realize how close we all are in our private paranoias to effulgent madness.

Such florid madness tends to make one the object of the very fame that fuels the paranoia. The letter’s author was from Olympia, and when I launched the site a friend who had gone to Evergreen immediately recognized her as “crazy Jeannine”–proving once again how small [and how paranoid] the world is.

But it gets smaller. If I became paranoid, it would be a metaparanoia based on the volume of paranoid letters that find their way to me. My sister, working for a state office housed in the same building I worked in when I got Jeannine’s letter, just received a similarly paranoid letter. The writer, amazingly, lives just a few miles from Casa Nonfamous here in Seattle. [Coincidence???]

So, being mindful that it’s not nice to make fun of people with serious mental disturbances, in our defense I can only say that when you send letters out at random across the country, your disorder is no longer private. Given our mandate to “keep paranoia at the lowest healthy level,” consider this post a cautionary tale.

Writer Mac now joins our patron saint, Jeannine, in the Nonfamous Pantheon of Paranoia. The full letter is copied below the jump, but the gist is something like this:

I am writing you a tearful letter about the musical collosus Robert
Fripp of King Crimson. I was evacuated to Seattle from Pittsburgh after my
girlfriend was raped and I was tortured by his Gurdjieff Cult.

I had been interested in Fripp’s group and invited by them to Mt. Desert Island in 1988. Because I am almost completely deaf, I always feared that something would go wrong and I informed the Fripp gestapo, who were professing to be with Amnesty International, that I had been a victim of traumatic childhood violent crime.

In 1988, I received a postcard from Wm. Zell, of his cult, on Mt. Desert Island (Jackson Immunogenetic labs, mousecage assembler) which surrounds my name with positive and negative signs and reads: “The photo of Goebbels, cross section of testes with cancer, injecting people…all may have been chance…I am part of deliberate community”. They had just given me scabies and introduced me to a girl with a tattoo of the grim reaper on her inner thigh. Zell had said in 1981, “what would you think of scheme to transform the human race by injecting the blood?” They were using me for a lab rat in HIV testing. They had tortured me deaf in childhood. So I became suspicious.

And I think anyone would! As the letter continues, Oliver Stone and Yoko Ono have a lot to answer for. Yoko is new, but of course Jeannine put Oliver Stone at the top of the list of people who “watched me in the privacy of my own dwelling place for several years.” Perhaps they should get together for coffee.

We at Nonfamous will, of course, investigate these claims… the world is a strange place and Mac might be on to something. Or, more likely, off of something. Good luck and God bless.

The full text of the letter is below, with the image to come soon, I hope.

I am writing you a tearful letter about the musical collosus Robert Fripp of King Crimson. I was evacuated to Seattle from Pittsburgh after my girlfriend was raped and I was tortured by his Gurdjieff Cult.

I had been interested in Fripp’s group and invited by them to Mt. Desert Island in 1988. Because I am almost completely deaf, I always feared that something would go wrong and I informed the Fripp gestapo, who were professing to be with Amnesty International, that I had been a victim of traumatic childhood violent crime.

In 1988, I received a postcard from Wm. Zell, of his cult, on Mt. Desert Island (Jackson Immunogenetic labs, mousecage assembler) which surrounds my name with positive and negative signs and reads: “The photo of Goebbels, cross section of testes with cancer, injecting people…all may have been chance…I am part of deliberate community”. They had just given me scabies and introduced me to a girl with a tattoo of the grim reaper on her inner thigh. Zell had said in 1981, “what would you think of scheme to transform the human race by injecting the blood?” They were using me for a lab rat in HIV testing. They had tortured me deaf in childhood. So I became suspicious.

When I got home I found Lennon assassination letters had been in my house a long time, written by a holocaust survivor family in 1974. They needed de-cryption. Fripp brutally attacked me and they raped my deaf girifriend. I suffered seizures and homelessness. Oliver Stone printed my name in a film magazine to brag.

These are things I think you should know. It’s important. Not being able to make it believable has made even how brazen they have been surmountable for the aggressor. Robert Fripp has convinced his fans that this is an ingenious and appropriate way to treat a deaf person who wrote to Amnesty International for help.

Although both conspiracies have been denied, the original assassin group used the severe content of King Crimson’s album depicting a spike through a man’s ear and the lyrics:

“Neuro-surgeon screams for more at paranoia’s poison door” and “Death seed blind man’s greed”.

In their greed, Stone’s compartment destroyed the papers of the original assassins while adopting their piratical claim that it is information property. These papers were by a neuro-surgeon and his partners who administered a life-shattering nerve agent on me in grade school abductions. The content of these papers describing what they had done and planned to continue doing were witnessed by me.

Existing letters on microfilm, in addition to describing the murder of Lennon six years in advance, give the reason for killing Dr. Martin Luther King among sanitation workers and an unopened letters from 1975, opened before witnesses (1994), in this disturbing context, read, “this is mascara or blackblood”.

The letters were signed Gail (gay-ill) Burstyn of the Jewish Holocaust Survivor community. The men who gassed me as a child (leaving me deaf and brain-damaged for life) were named Ronnie and Kasper, just like Reagan and Weinberger, his Secretary of Defense. Ronnie zz-Sin-ski Kasper “ow” ski.

The girl who Oliver Stone raped when he brutally molested me, supposedly to execute Fripp’s punishment decisions in the death of Lennon, is deaf, retarded and has epilepsy. Fripp masterplotted the rape of a deaf girl who is legally a child. Stone and Fripp were obviously unhappy that someone was teaching me sign language and had called them for the liars that they are.

Fripp and Stone have engineered Wm. Zell’s alibi in the hopes of grabbing the story as spoil under the caption, “Reagan didn’t know”. Reagan’s attorney for Mt. Desert Island had me in D.C. on the day he claims he was shot. He waved to me the night before. His attorney’s brochure reads, “There’s no such thing as objective reality only what the jury believes”. The whole thing is a very loud statement of Hollywood trickery and I suspect that Schwarzenegger, Reagan and Bush are the authors. Americans would cling to “Reagan didn’t know” as absolution in an abomination. It is how the English quisling schemes to absolve itself of collusion.

George Bush blamed my father, Ryland, (author in 1949 of “America’s Stake in Human Rights”) for the loss of his plane at sea when they both served on the USS San Jacinto. Dad was in the radio room. Bush found him distracting. Bush was Director of the CIA at the time I was framed as to blame for Lennon’s murder in letters initialled GB.

The girl who wrote the letters was a 12 year old Jewish girl. I was 13 and an object of torture, which Stone has labored for years to deny. It is on this, a 13 year old child, that the coward Fripp wreaks his bitterness. I did not understand the letters right away, just as many people have been slow to understand letters like this one.

Gail Burstyn had a partner named Leslie Katz who made untrue accusations about me to Fripp, who was eager to give them creedence. Fripp is in a cult who violate people’s rights routinely and was looking for an excuse. Fripp is also bartering in masses and defending Zell to protect his angle of claim on material evidence as property is the name of the game in his utilization of Katz and her slurs. He has attacked the truth of my testimony to cover his failure to warn in 1984 and his mechanizing in concert with the guilty.

It is clear that defending Reagan also means defending those who started AIDS. That is why the lies trafficked by Fripp and Katz have proven so deadly. The coward Fripp brutally exploited the division between me and Reagan by conveniencing his lust for revenge upon a retarded deaf girl from a book of Dickens. This he imagines to be English cunning. The art of this war which was adopted by English rather than public defense was a war game for the spoil: Midori.

The Clintons, have attempted to use terror and torture in sexual attacks upon me and deaf Jeannie meant to silence me and to punish me for believing Reagan the author of the AIDS onslaught. They have tried to force me into compartment with men who brutally raped my retarded girlfriend and tortured me both in childhood and again (I was homeless and had seizures). We have been separated five years. They are stalking me and have repeatedly deployed the methods of Adolf Hitler. Yoko Ono has engaged in a terror campaign and Amnesty International has been nothing less than the cloak of her dagger.

I cannot get Help!

Mac XXXX
XXXX Maynard Ave. S. #XXX

Seattle, WA 98104

1 thought on “We get letters”

  1. Hey everyone, greetings from the U.K. This is a nice site. I’m wondering if you have any advice about staying out of the friend zone with girls? Honestly I’m sick of girls telling me they just want to be friends. Perhaps I’m being too nice?

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