Teleological Sophistry

All is forgiven 15h37, 29 July 2009

[gives signal to sod off and leaves]

I sent this letter to the United States President this morning:

CROWN PRINCE ALEXANDER KT VC VCNZ
OF NEW ZEALAND, SCOTLAND, AND SWITZERLAND
DUKE OF ALBANY, HOUSE OF STUART
CLAN CHATTAN, FOUNDATION DE JOUX, HOUSE OF VIVIAN

________________________________________

President Obama
White House
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Mr. President:

On October 22, 2000, the United States Ambassador to New Zealand lied by agreeing that I did not attend St. Albans in Washington D.C. in favour of Erez Lieberman, who claimed he had attended the National Cathedral School for Boys and St. Stephens. That evening Erez Lieberman, apart from attempting to kill me, declared undying love for my future wife and fornicated with Demarnia Lloyd to produce a boy who now plays rugby for the College Rifles in Remuera, Auckland, of which your office is well aware.

For the past nine years the slander and libel, calumny, that I was the father of that child and not the man who set in motion plans to save the life of the 43rd President and attempt to prevent the disaster of September 11, 2001, has destroyed my academic career path, caused damage to my body, endangered my life both on and off the rugby field, prevented me from being with my friends and family, including my three wahine, and wasted the best years of my life.

My men and I were purposefully targeted by United States aircraft on the way to Osama Bin Laden. As I was present during those arrangements with which Helen Clark assisted, I sent exactly what Senator Lieberman wanted, mules.

Last year, during July, I traveled to Nashville in order to fix a problem with the database that my company, OM Consulting Limited, had designed for Moore-McNeil LLC. I had previously found a problem with insurance certificates that did not reflect different risks for different projects. After it became apparent to Charlie Moore, formerly of Marsh LLC, that I was not going to keep quiet the inconsistency I had found, I was poisoned with LSD and shot at. I have reported the insurance anomaly to the FBI.

I took the opportunity to travel to New York after that in the hopes of having a walk and lunch with my sweetheart, Kathy Kirk, my future wife. While I was able to see my friend from choir, Clancy Rowley, now a Professor at Princeton, the ten days I spent in New York were without that lunch. I had to return by August 3, 2008, to appear in court.

I now understand that the White House is attempting to assist in framing me for the murder of Maria Pankova during July last year in Auckland. She was described by her Japanese history lecturer as ‘eclectic’ to me during my personal investigation. She may well have written an essay about Einstein’s involvement in the US nuclear bombing decision to destroy other forms of enlightenment not that stolen from my family by the descendants of Hammurabai, as demonstrated by the trajectory of my copy of Learning and Behaviour 005/016, a copy of which is with Prof. Rowley.

I am glad we are no longer interoperable. Your office is morally reprehensible. Have you chosen Israel and not us?

[Air Marshall McPhail, RNZAF, NZSAS, RAS]

This morning I went to the Citigroup reception to enquire as to the location of my Royal New Zealand Air Force contract in a safe that was found open the morning of 18 July 2009, exactly a year after “Postmodernism is dead.” on the train from Princeton to Penn Station. The receptionist could not contact anyone so I left my details and the office.

Since October and a safe return, I have been attempting to discover why my salary is not being paid to me. I am and have been poisoned with toluene, which can be used to create the phenocopy of mental illness, and carbon monoxide, which causes death. I have informed the local parliament representative, the Prime Minister, the President of the United States, and the United Nations Office of Human Rights.

A Mossad agent, possibly son of an American Ranger, in the Auckland Central Library to meet his contact driving a late model black Cherokee, licence ???561, awaiting “Have you ever been to RFK?” and smiling at the question, balked and lied when I asked him if he’d ever been to Israel. He was about my weight. I notified the US President’s office and told them that that is enough but that I would allow a friend of a friend from New York, a beautiful young black-haired lady, to approach me when necessary.

After that I went to relax. Unfortunately, within half an hour, the soul-less descendants of Hammurabai like Lieberman decided that my above statement meant that I had accepted their bribes and I would be willing to have sex with Brigitte Yorke, a Mossad agent in the cult of the invisible diaphragm with herpes, so that I would be infected.

Once I finish my scientific piece on the mind you will understand that once herpes has ascended the spinal column and infected the encephalus a particular resonance can be used to connect to others with the infection.

These people have mortally offended me and the family of my Chinese wife, as well as, I am sure, the Rothschilds, whom I believe are the family of the young lady above with whom I hope to speak. They continue on a daily basis, further reducing the likelihood that I shall ever reside in the United States. These are the people who think that to talk means to have sex and to talk means to kill. These are the people who deny the existence of aristocracy and aim to keep it out of their constitution so they can sit behind closed doors, manipulate people vicariously in Vitruvian violation, give them cancer, and accumulate shiny things. Their vicarious interaction can cause car accidents and earthquakes.

After I told them to sod off and left, they returned to plotting to poison me with toluene and other such disasters.

[Addendum 17h45 29 07 2009]

“Oh bwell, Margaret Mahy put you on ecstasy.” 17:30ish

From a guy who could have been the freaky nazi brother from another mother of the guy above as I was leaving Forde’s Bar. I repeated what I thought he said to him, he asked me whether I thought he was talking to me, I repeated my question with the word ‘communicate’ instead. He said “do I need to get the police involved?” To which I snapped my fingers and said, “you’re dead,” and walked away.

Saying something like that, especially to people who do not understand the concept of commuting death to life, is risky and I shall have to answer to both the Hell’s Angels and the Special Air Service. Given the events of the day and the likelihood that he was here with his mate in ATY825 who attempted to take a photo of me on behalf of Reverend Lloyd, a known white racist, if these guys attempt to do anything after that warning they may well end up in blag bags, no threat intended.

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Another example of the either black or whites attempting to get others to kill instead of resolving differences.