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Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Ambush the Queers
Today's code is "22nd Day, Last Year".
Today's report bypasses the larger story of God's Space War against the United States of America and the current operation in that war, Operation Queer, which is directed at American military personnel, and sums up the just-ending phase of my role as Satan Bait.
It's the same old story, God's One True Telepath finds a place to live; God's One True Telepath is tortured out of that place; just another coil in the knot of the noose of America's execution.
I have discussed this current living situation with you extensively over the past month, and today's report is more for review and the filing of names and addresses for future criminal charges and civil actions.
That is to say, all that follows is review and you need read no further if you already know the story.
As could be expected when I took the job as live-in manager of a halfway house in Anaheim, California, the standard American practice of torturing God's One True Telepath out of any home I establish accomplished its standard end today.
That is, the alleged right of a habitual criminal queer on probation from jail to torture me to death with sleep-deprivation torture won out over any qualities I might have brought with me into the job, and over all laws against torture and elder abuse, and over all human decency.
That is, the experience was typically queer, and typically American..
Further, since this halfway house for criminals addicted to drugs and alcohol is run by a psychiatric organization, my leaving has to be accompanied by phony psychiatric inferences that I have "imagined" the sleep-deprivation torture; and my leaving some time today--my target time is noon--can be expected to be enveloped in a cloud of psycho-fascist hostility.
Indeed, the possibility of arrest on psychiatric grounds is not out of the realm of the possible, since the gun America holds to my head is psychiatric torture, and psychiatric imprisonment requires neither crime nor conviction.
So, we have examined this situation enough over the past weeks, and all that is left is to leave the basic facts of where I am in case psycho-fascism feels this is its chance to do something wicked to you and me in the name of mental health.
My employer, who says I have imagined I have been tortured by the queer, Dennis Martin and then by his bitch Michael Baldwin when Martin went to jail is:
The Mental Health Association of Orange County
WIT Court FSP - Safe Haven Shelter
602 S. Birch St., Santa Ana, CA 97201
The residence where I have been a live-in manager and where I have been tortured incessantly is:
The Anaheim Safe Haven Shelter
2025 W. Embassy
Anaheim, CA 93442
Residents of the Anaheim shelter who should be charged with torture and conspiracy to commit torture are:
Dennis Martin
Michael Baldwin
Warren Longacre
You may recall that I told management that I would leave if Dennis Martin returned from jail, and while I hear two stories, one that he will be returning today and one that he will be staying in jail, it does not matter because my "ultimatum" and my "belief" that I have been tortured at this "haven" for criminals and addicts was enough to end my employment and send me into homelessness again.
Before this development yesterday, after all my appeals to the Mental Health Association of Orange Country, the Probation Department of Orange County, and the Police Department of Anaheim, and knowing this tedious business was drawing to a close, I wrote the following review of my experience for management.
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This is a brief review of my experience thus far as live-in manager of the Anaheim Safe Haven Shelter, which I email in care of Darlene Powell to the Mental Health Association of Orange County.
When WIT in effect gave Dennis Martin license to torture me with sleep deprivation attacks night after night, week after week, it eroded what little authority, symbolic or real, I might have had as a live-in manager.
In addition, it damaged my health to a profound degree, and if allowed to continue it would cause my death or force me to leave.
I doubt that there were any residents who did not know of Dennis' torture of me--the one exception possibly being Dong Ha.
With the exceptions of John Howell and Tuan Nguyen, all the residents were very amused by Dennis' torture of me, and by WIT's subsequent decision to allow that torture; and Dennis was by default house boss and making my life as miserable as he could.
After Dennis was discovered to be drunk and taken out, Michael Baldwin took up the sleep-deprivation torture where Dennis left off, knocking on my wall several times a night, and finally I was obliged to sleep on the couch near the pool table to insure a healthy sleep zone.
It is not clear to me why WIT expects me to tolerate this torture, but it would be unhealthy, even deadly, for me to tolerate it.
As I recently told WIT via Darlene, if Dennis returns to this house I will leave; and the same applies to any torture by any of the residents. Torture is a felony, and I refuse to be a victim of it.
This brings me to co-manager, Jim Miller, who told me today (Sunday 1/20/08) that I "should start packing my bags" because of the way I treat his "clients".
In general, Jim has been angry at me or sullen toward me about 80% of the time I have worked and lived here, and is subject to entering into serious diatribes against me. This further erodes my standing in the house and allows residents to play Jim off on me.
Today Jim was so angry at me his face was ashen and he put his face to within two inches of mine, which is a classic final stage before physical assault.
Jim takes almost no part in the management of the Anaheim Shelter, and frequently becomes upset if I cannot take his shift or part of his shift because he wants to do his outside computer work at that time. He says he does not want the Anaheim Shelter to interfere with that work.
Jim frequently gives me bad or erroneous advice, angrily telling me, for example that I should give Dennis medications anytime he asks for them during the night, when the label on Dennis' bottle clearly says "Before Bedtime"; or, for another example, I should dispense medications to suspect residents as if I were a nurse legally allowed to do so.
Jim's only interest in his position seems to be in his leading of the thrice-weekly meetings; from which I have been excluded, which disallows my building a group connection with the residents; and, further, my being excluded tells the residents they are free to abuse me, an outsider.
I feel it is not an accident or a coincidence that I am abused by both Jim and some of the residents. I have never seen anything like it, and it is my feeling that this abuse must be a side product of their addiction to drugs and their struggle to overcome that addiction, and their history of criminality.
When I talk to Jim--or rather undergo his tirades--I do not feel I am in the company of an adult; nor do I feel there is any possibility of reasoned communication.
Before Jim told me this evening that I should pack my bags he told me he did not think Dennis will be coming back. If Dennis does not come back, and if I am not asked by management higher than Jim to leave, I will stay on.
If Dennis does not come back, it will be good for the residents of this Shelter. Outside my personal problem with Dennis' attacks on me, Dennis is a constant source of mischief and disruption, and whether I am here or not the Anaheim Safe Haven Shelter will be better off without him.
I have attempted to do a good job here, and think I have. I am kind and respectful of the residents, and I cook good meals for them, and try to be alert to their needs.
When I arrived 80 cups of coffee was being brewed at a time and no fresh coffee was brewed until that acidic concoction was drunk up after about four days. Now there is fresh coffee for them when they wake up in the morning.
When I arrived I initiated a common sense policy of making sure all vacant beds have clean sheets, an apparently unheard of and somewhat radical innovation.
One of my better services to this shelter has been, I think, my relating to John Howell as a fellow combat veteran; and understanding to some degree the depth of his experience in Iraq. His parents gave him golf clubs for Christmas and I have an open offer to him to take him golfing any weekend he wishes. We had thought to go last week, but he felt he could not cover the green fee.
If I am allowed to stay on here I will call around to vet's organizations to see if I can find him some fellow vet golfers or some way to cover green fees. If I am not allowed to stay on, perhaps WIT would consider golf to be good for him.
With the loss of my status through WIT's allowing of Dennis' torture of me came a change in my role from manager to Cinderella; and kitchen cleanliness discipline disappeared because the residents were expecting me to clean up after them; and the morning devotion or meditation has also disappeared because I had no authority to call it.
I do my work here willingly and in good spirit and to good end in terms of the welfare of the residents; but I am not obliged to take abuse from either the residents or Jim; and I do not think it is healthy for the residents or Jim to think they have some right via mental illness or drug addiction to attack me, or to commit crimes against each other or against society.
Sincerely,
Virgil Kret
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Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America finished the 22nd day of its last year.
Shark America Eight Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 141 (Approaching Danger Zone)
Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Ambush the Queers
Today's code is "22nd Day, Last Year".
Today's report bypasses the larger story of God's Space War against the United States of America and the current operation in that war, Operation Queer, which is directed at American military personnel, and sums up the just-ending phase of my role as Satan Bait.
It's the same old story, God's One True Telepath finds a place to live; God's One True Telepath is tortured out of that place; just another coil in the knot of the noose of America's execution.
I have discussed this current living situation with you extensively over the past month, and today's report is more for review and the filing of names and addresses for future criminal charges and civil actions.
That is to say, all that follows is review and you need read no further if you already know the story.
As could be expected when I took the job as live-in manager of a halfway house in Anaheim, California, the standard American practice of torturing God's One True Telepath out of any home I establish accomplished its standard end today.
That is, the alleged right of a habitual criminal queer on probation from jail to torture me to death with sleep-deprivation torture won out over any qualities I might have brought with me into the job, and over all laws against torture and elder abuse, and over all human decency.
That is, the experience was typically queer, and typically American..
Further, since this halfway house for criminals addicted to drugs and alcohol is run by a psychiatric organization, my leaving has to be accompanied by phony psychiatric inferences that I have "imagined" the sleep-deprivation torture; and my leaving some time today--my target time is noon--can be expected to be enveloped in a cloud of psycho-fascist hostility.
Indeed, the possibility of arrest on psychiatric grounds is not out of the realm of the possible, since the gun America holds to my head is psychiatric torture, and psychiatric imprisonment requires neither crime nor conviction.
So, we have examined this situation enough over the past weeks, and all that is left is to leave the basic facts of where I am in case psycho-fascism feels this is its chance to do something wicked to you and me in the name of mental health.
My employer, who says I have imagined I have been tortured by the queer, Dennis Martin and then by his bitch Michael Baldwin when Martin went to jail is:
The Mental Health Association of Orange County
WIT Court FSP - Safe Haven Shelter
602 S. Birch St., Santa Ana, CA 97201
The residence where I have been a live-in manager and where I have been tortured incessantly is:
The Anaheim Safe Haven Shelter
2025 W. Embassy
Anaheim, CA 93442
Residents of the Anaheim shelter who should be charged with torture and conspiracy to commit torture are:
Dennis Martin
Michael Baldwin
Warren Longacre
You may recall that I told management that I would leave if Dennis Martin returned from jail, and while I hear two stories, one that he will be returning today and one that he will be staying in jail, it does not matter because my "ultimatum" and my "belief" that I have been tortured at this "haven" for criminals and addicts was enough to end my employment and send me into homelessness again.
Before this development yesterday, after all my appeals to the Mental Health Association of Orange Country, the Probation Department of Orange County, and the Police Department of Anaheim, and knowing this tedious business was drawing to a close, I wrote the following review of my experience for management.
-0-
This is a brief review of my experience thus far as live-in manager of the Anaheim Safe Haven Shelter, which I email in care of Darlene Powell to the Mental Health Association of Orange County.
When WIT in effect gave Dennis Martin license to torture me with sleep deprivation attacks night after night, week after week, it eroded what little authority, symbolic or real, I might have had as a live-in manager.
In addition, it damaged my health to a profound degree, and if allowed to continue it would cause my death or force me to leave.
I doubt that there were any residents who did not know of Dennis' torture of me--the one exception possibly being Dong Ha.
With the exceptions of John Howell and Tuan Nguyen, all the residents were very amused by Dennis' torture of me, and by WIT's subsequent decision to allow that torture; and Dennis was by default house boss and making my life as miserable as he could.
After Dennis was discovered to be drunk and taken out, Michael Baldwin took up the sleep-deprivation torture where Dennis left off, knocking on my wall several times a night, and finally I was obliged to sleep on the couch near the pool table to insure a healthy sleep zone.
It is not clear to me why WIT expects me to tolerate this torture, but it would be unhealthy, even deadly, for me to tolerate it.
As I recently told WIT via Darlene, if Dennis returns to this house I will leave; and the same applies to any torture by any of the residents. Torture is a felony, and I refuse to be a victim of it.
This brings me to co-manager, Jim Miller, who told me today (Sunday 1/20/08) that I "should start packing my bags" because of the way I treat his "clients".
In general, Jim has been angry at me or sullen toward me about 80% of the time I have worked and lived here, and is subject to entering into serious diatribes against me. This further erodes my standing in the house and allows residents to play Jim off on me.
Today Jim was so angry at me his face was ashen and he put his face to within two inches of mine, which is a classic final stage before physical assault.
Jim takes almost no part in the management of the Anaheim Shelter, and frequently becomes upset if I cannot take his shift or part of his shift because he wants to do his outside computer work at that time. He says he does not want the Anaheim Shelter to interfere with that work.
Jim frequently gives me bad or erroneous advice, angrily telling me, for example that I should give Dennis medications anytime he asks for them during the night, when the label on Dennis' bottle clearly says "Before Bedtime"; or, for another example, I should dispense medications to suspect residents as if I were a nurse legally allowed to do so.
Jim's only interest in his position seems to be in his leading of the thrice-weekly meetings; from which I have been excluded, which disallows my building a group connection with the residents; and, further, my being excluded tells the residents they are free to abuse me, an outsider.
I feel it is not an accident or a coincidence that I am abused by both Jim and some of the residents. I have never seen anything like it, and it is my feeling that this abuse must be a side product of their addiction to drugs and their struggle to overcome that addiction, and their history of criminality.
When I talk to Jim--or rather undergo his tirades--I do not feel I am in the company of an adult; nor do I feel there is any possibility of reasoned communication.
Before Jim told me this evening that I should pack my bags he told me he did not think Dennis will be coming back. If Dennis does not come back, and if I am not asked by management higher than Jim to leave, I will stay on.
If Dennis does not come back, it will be good for the residents of this Shelter. Outside my personal problem with Dennis' attacks on me, Dennis is a constant source of mischief and disruption, and whether I am here or not the Anaheim Safe Haven Shelter will be better off without him.
I have attempted to do a good job here, and think I have. I am kind and respectful of the residents, and I cook good meals for them, and try to be alert to their needs.
When I arrived 80 cups of coffee was being brewed at a time and no fresh coffee was brewed until that acidic concoction was drunk up after about four days. Now there is fresh coffee for them when they wake up in the morning.
When I arrived I initiated a common sense policy of making sure all vacant beds have clean sheets, an apparently unheard of and somewhat radical innovation.
One of my better services to this shelter has been, I think, my relating to John Howell as a fellow combat veteran; and understanding to some degree the depth of his experience in Iraq. His parents gave him golf clubs for Christmas and I have an open offer to him to take him golfing any weekend he wishes. We had thought to go last week, but he felt he could not cover the green fee.
If I am allowed to stay on here I will call around to vet's organizations to see if I can find him some fellow vet golfers or some way to cover green fees. If I am not allowed to stay on, perhaps WIT would consider golf to be good for him.
With the loss of my status through WIT's allowing of Dennis' torture of me came a change in my role from manager to Cinderella; and kitchen cleanliness discipline disappeared because the residents were expecting me to clean up after them; and the morning devotion or meditation has also disappeared because I had no authority to call it.
I do my work here willingly and in good spirit and to good end in terms of the welfare of the residents; but I am not obliged to take abuse from either the residents or Jim; and I do not think it is healthy for the residents or Jim to think they have some right via mental illness or drug addiction to attack me, or to commit crimes against each other or against society.
Sincerely,
Virgil Kret
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Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America finished the 22nd day of its last year.
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