I am done blogging for both America and the World.
I retired about three weeks ago.
Unfortunately my retirement from blogging for the above-mentioned parties may not prolong my life longer than a matter of weeks or a matter of months.
However, I am not done blogging for the two of you.
As your father, I have some things I would like to say to both of you while I am still alive to say them.
What I have to say is going to have to be “in pieces”… and take me a few days.
The first thing I want to say to you both is that there is nothing that either of you could have done to save me from my enemies.
And the second thing I want to say to you is that “my fight is not your fight”.
I will continue this blog series tomorrow… after I have thought about it a bit more.
Please bear with me.
I love you both unconditionally, and I always will.
There have been numerous odd events occur in the past week or so, and especially yesterday and today.
These odd events lead me to the conclusion that my enemies continue their quest to bury me.
I cannot say *for sure* that a gas attack has occurred yet, but I suspect that one may be coming soon… or that perhaps some other means will be used to end my life.
My retirement is going to be quite short lived it seems.
If I am right in my assumptions, soon the phrase “May God help you all” will apply.
Although the Mafia may be the actual agency that kills me, they are small potatoes here.
Both *Big Pharma* and the *U.S. Government* had full knowledge of my assassination beforehand. Due to this fact, they *Both* should be held responsible for my death.
Please don’t let my Martyrdom go to waste.
It has become increasingly clear to me that all my war against drug oriented medicine is going to accomplish is that it is going to get me killed.
It also has become increasingly clear to me that no person or party with the capability of doing so is going to step up to the plate to truly help me in any meaningful way. (Encouraging words are not enough. Words are meaningless to a person being gassed while trapped in a seven by nine foot room.)
I nearly died last month, just as I nearly died in Phoenix and Utica last year, and in Atlantic City and Utica the year before.
In every case of my almost being killed, *No One* with the Power to Effect Real Change stood up to help me.
Even though I am retiring, I am fully aware that I am extremely likely to still be killed for “knowing too much”. (There is nothing I can do about this.)
What else am I supposed to do but retire?
For all ostensible purposes I have lost uninterrupted Internet access via a computer for the rest of my life. (I have had chronic trouble with hackers since June 2006. I do not expect this trouble to ever end.)
However, it is not simply Internet access that is the problem here.
A lack of Internet access is a very small part of the reason that I am retiring.
The two big questions in my mind over the past few weeks are Who Am I Working For? And Why Am I Working For Them?
I did battle with Big Pharma for the Sake of Humanity for over a decade, but when the chips were down (especially these last two years) Humanity continually ignored my plight.
When the World left me hanging on Columbia Street during this last attempt to kill me that was the last straw for me.
I am done working for a World that would let me die without lifting a finger to help me.
I am Retiring at trying to stop Any of the Powers that Be from doing whatever they want to do.
As of this blog, my blogging on Nutrientscure.Wordpress.com will cease.
As smart as I may be, I feel like a Complete Fool trying to help the World for over a decade when it is clear the World does not adequately care about my life or what I was trying to say.
My laptop and printer are for sale.
On second thought, I may keep my laptop for entertainment purposes only, as I do not yet have a TV.
It would be in both America’s and the World’s Best Interests to Save Me from the Mafia killers that have me pinned down and surrounded.
May God help you all if Big Pharma and its Mafia friends win.
It sure appears that the Mafia continues to want me Dead as soon as they can make it happen.
Both my Smart Phones are being heavily blocked from Calling Out, and my Laptop is useless in regard to my reaching the Internet this afternoon.
Essentially I have gone from being a Trapped Rat on the verge of being killed at 721 Columbia Street in Utica, to being a Trapped Rat in a similar boat at 6 Steuben Park in Utica.
I am in a steel barred and barricaded room on the third floor of a building that is Most Certainly Watched both front and back… and in a City Heavily Infested with the Mafia.
For me to survive much longer, I Am Almost Certainly Going to Need Some Real Help… and help from afar it seems.
I have yet to try and see if my phones work.
It is a bit too early to call any of my Friends.
My guess is… that they work now that it is daytime.
I will let my readers know as soon as I know in a few hours or so.
IT HAS BEEN OVER FOUR HOURS NOW.
THANK GOD THE BAD GUYS HAVE A TOUGH DEFENSIVE SETUP TO CRACK HERE…
LET’S SEE HOW IT GOES…
MY ODDS ARE VERY GOOD AT SEEING TOMORROW… I THINK.
IF NOT, THERE SURE ARE GOING TO BE A LOT OF *UTICA* AND *INTERNET* WITNESSES.
I CAN NOT DIAL OUT ON *EITHER PHONE* AT ALL FOR OVER A FEW HOURS NOW.
MY DOOR IS STEEL BARRED AND BARRICADED SO I SHOULD BE OK, BUT BOTH OF MY PHONES HAVE BEEN CUT OFF AS FAR AS MY REACHING *ANYONE AT ALL*.
ARE THE BAD GUYS SIMPLY PLAYING WITH ME TO SEE HOW I WOULD REACT TO MY PHONES BEING CUT OFF…
ARE THEY GOING TO TRY TO KILL ME AGAIN TONIGHT???
Thankfully I still have my two large size Walmart Boat Air Horns in my possession. These should alert the Four New Friends that I have in this building if I get attacked tonight.
Those chasing me just won’t quit it seems.
Now that I have made it through my fifth episode with Mafia hitmen, four of which were “multiple in nature”…
Where do I go from here?
I realize that “There is Still an Open and Unfulfilled Contract on My Life”.
I also realize that according to traditional wisdom the Mafia always succeeds in “getting their man” (or woman, as the case may be).
I understood in the summer of 2000 that I Was Going to War Against a Monster (Big Pharma).
I also understood in the year 2000 that in Going to War against Big Pharma at some point I was almost certainly going to lose my life.
After successfully defending myself against multiple attempts to kill me over the past twenty six months, I realize that “my luck cannot last forever”.
To me the above means that whatever knowledge I had intended to pass on to the world… I better get the job done… and get it done soon.
For me “to get the job done” requires *Both* Adequate Means and Adequate Collaboration.
Unfortunately a Lack of Adequate Means and/or a Lack of Adequate Collaboration are the Same Two Problems Stopping Forward Motion that have dogged me for years.
I don’t quite know what to do about the above-mentioned to problems that I face.
Further complicating all of this is that due to some of my blogging since the summer of 2010, the Federal Government wants to use the NDAA against me. I have more enemies than just Big Pharma and its Mafia Friends it seems.
Does anyone have any suggestions for me?
Email: email@example.com (My email is monitored by multiple unfriendly parties at *All Times*. Key emails sent to me are deleted such that “I never see them”.)
My Smart Phones (315-316-8019 and 315-542-3899) are both being blocked from my receiving “calls from persons that might be helpful to me”. These phones are both monitored by multiple unfriendly parties as well.
Snail mail: 6 Steuben Park, Utica, NY 13501 (Utica is a heavily Mob infested town. I am almost certain that my mail is screened before it gets to me as well.)
What the above means is that all traditional forms of reaching me are *Monitored and Controlled by the Powers that Be*.
The Financial Trigger To Crush Big Pharma Is In Place
The above blog was written in 2010.
The Threat Against the Aggregate Value of Drug Industry Stock that I Made In 2010 was True Then…
And It Is Still True Today.
Big Pharma knows that I could easily cost them *Hundreds of Billions Within a Matter of Months*… if I remain Alive long enough to *Connect with Some Needed Help*.
The above-mentioned blog explains.