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	Tranny Punk dot Com amerika's number One! Trans Surpemacist & BioPeople Hate Site eZine and Broken Website since 2003 ! Webmisstress : Lily Bloodgherdt Mi666teak.smokebreak@Gmail.com ~ more better updated since 12.10.010 ~
Posted Novecember 8, 287, 7:62PM ~ as your local distro for a photocopy version ! version 008-2.0 includes the pamphlet NEVER EVER TRANSITION !!! T r ! n n y P u n k issue 008 version 8-11-08-spelling -- formatting01.2 H o w   t o   K i l l   Q u e e r   S c u m. The True storey of a 33 year old  woman getting tr*ns- bashed to near death with an iron pipe.  Lillian Bloodgherdt         ~         trannypunk.com Heya! I'm the aging Tr*ns Punk lady who makes trannypunk.com, the worlds number one trans supremacist, Bio-people hate mongering, resource drop in center for tr*ns punks and assorted allies!! This is me trying to not get thrown out of an all night diner and write a zine-journal thing about how to kill queers. As you may know queers are basically revolting wretched garbage people who are human trash and the kind of garbage people no one would ever miss. The fact that I'm sitting in a dinner with fag waiters in thew middle of SanFagsicco with fags and dykes of all age combinations walking arround holding hands in public might make that theory look discredited slightly. I've also been crashing with friends a lot and most of them are queers or trans people or both. Its as if there is a happy friendly community of them or something. Killing a queer or tr!nny should be easy enuff to do tho. You hear about it in the paper a lot i think. and there's all kinds of great reasons to kill one of us, like "Tr!nny Panic Defense" !! Actually TPD is civil court hiccup, if passed in to law this bill written in tribute to the late Gwen A. Would make it defensible to beat someone to death with a frying pan in the event that a gender irregularity is discovered. Like if you found out your long time friend was not exactly the gender you thought they were you could solve the confusion by killing them and the judge might go easy on you. It would be great to have this civil court motion be a real law cuz it could also be interpreted that if your ambiguous gender is upsetting someone you could kill them and fix the problem. This pamphlet was written as my mental detoxing after a few months of having a slow rough recovery that taxed my friends almost as bad as it taxed me.  See, six months ago someone beat me with a pipe until he split my skull open on the left forehead. Hospital put me back together over the next few months, I got no idea who that guy was, I cant even really say it was a trans-panic cuz I only vaugely remember him calling me something like "disgusting freak piece of shit".  I'm a funny looking kid. In a really androgynous way were people just aren't sure what the hell i am. And all that head trauma fucked me up a bit and my memory is bad and I get depressed or angry a lot. I black out in the middle of sentences, have bad mood swings. Don't worry about me cuz I'm in 5 different drop in center counseling/LGBTQ doctors/here-have-more-pamphlets groups and they send me to a new one each week. This is supposed to be an important informational pamphlet on how to kill queers, tr!nnys, and especially Queer Tr!nnys ( heya ! :). Remember; if you find yourself killing a fruit-freak sometime soon, please do your bestest to make sure you really kill them. Try removing the head from the body or at least disembowel them. Just cracking open a skull doesn't always work. Fuck up killing a queen and you'll just have angry tr*nnys walking around with mean looking face scars talking shit and writing a zine about how you are a little wimpy coward idiot piece of shit. What ever happened to you, killah !?!? Come back and finish the job you useless shit!! Were are you ? Sucking the piss that drips outta yer moma's nipples. Fuck you, I'll take your whole face off a piece at a time with a hammer if I ever get to meet you again. YOU'RE the piece of shit pussy-fag! You're fuckin dead. Sorry, that was me having one of my "post-traumatic psychotic-episodes". I'm fine. This diner never gave me my coffee I ordered an hour ago. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- Wires and Tubes There's a box on the wall making a long ugly beep noise. a very tired nurse in scrubs with pictures of kittens all over come up to yell in my face. "did you rip your IV out again ?? Why did you do that ??" Yeh, I did. I ripped out 2 IVs. One is just NaCl. The other is fucking Demerol. I been in a Demerol coma for 9 days. I told the Nurse something like "its no, I don't want that. I 'm OK, I'm gotta just I cant yet....".  Thats not effective communicating. There was still a lot of coagulated blood sloshing about between my brain and the sclara membrane arround it. Either the blood clot hematoma or actual impact damage has screwed up my thinking awfully terrible. Thinking hurts bad enuff that I dont talk when people talk to me. It takes about two months before my hematoma drains out enuff for me to even be upset that someone tried to kill me. Call me Sybil. This part of the story is the part where i break out of my restraints again and rip off my EKG and my IVs. Some one tried to kill me 2 weeks ago and I have a lot of coagulated blood saturating my brain. It makes it hard to communicate with the nurses cuz I seem to stutter, mumble, and when I try to talk I cant remember the right words. You have two speech centers in your brain called Werner and Brocha. One turns thought in to language, the other turns words in your head in to speech. They also work the other way turning speech in to understanding in to thought. If someone smashes an iron pipe in to this part of your brain, which is right next to your left ear, then those functions might get impaired, for months or more. The hospital has been restraining me lately cuz I keep trying to rip off all the tubes and wires and then I pass out and wake up reconnected to them again. I woke up with a breathing tube once. I woke up with a plastic hose going down my throat and into my lungs, I think I just made myself pass back out that time. sometimes my friends come visit me. I'm glad they found me at the hospital somehow. I don't know who but somebuddy was sweet enuff to call all the hospitals when I was missing for days. My friends come to see me and I think they talk to me but I suck at talking and have a 10 second memory. Nurse put my restraints back on and re hooked up all my wires and tubes. I don't care. I broke 2 gurneys already. I broke out of the gurney at least 5 times and every time, as soon as my feet touch the hospital floor, I pass right out and wake up 3 hours later with my tubes hooked back up. My hospital bill is almost 100 thousand dollars. When they rebuilt my skull they cut off a bunch of my hair and my left eye has been rolled back in to my skull since they installed my plastic forehead. I don't even remember 3 days naked in the emergency room, my friends told me. Some of my friends were real excited to point out that, holy shit, I have a non vaginal urine and sex part. I've been operating with the wrong genitalia for years but I don't like to talk about it much. You see, I'm Sybil, and I'm "trans". That is shorthand for anybuddy who cant be classified as "physiologically" fully male or female and they may be receiving some experimental 20th century medical therapy to try to fix them. In my case it means i have tits and the wrong kind of thingy, (like a peepee instead of a noo noo), I'm missing any kind of actual reproductive organs, and at age 30 I'm a high risk for slipping in to menopause. I'm also really androgynous looking, the government says I'm female but I had to petition for them to declare me so. When I bike down the street i get people calling me "come over here baby girl !!" on one block and "faggot" on the next. I been in woman's jail and men's jail and they both suck. I got friends who are fags, queens, amazon dyke punks, queer players, and a few straight normals. Just a few tho. I'm an artist and run a housing co-op and play bad guitar in a funny punk band and sometimes I work handyman jobs. I almost have a normal dating life, its a little hard when your neither of the main genders, people have hang ups about getting with someone who is neither and/or both male-female. I had a bunch of different girl and boy friends but they all been too brief. Like I said, I'm a wretched messy tr!nny, and dating is just the tip of the iceberg of people yelling shit at me, trying to kick me out of a gas station bathroom (that's only happened like 6 or 12 times in the last decade !!) and I get in a fight every year or so. Its probably my own fault, somebuddy calls me a fag or a queen and I get in their face, and I'm more high strung every year. People try to start shit with me often enough that I loose context and the result is 140 pounds of me screaming insults back at these big 200 plus pound asshole dudes. I'm crappy at fighting but I'm getting better with every altercation.  I've been meaning to take a fight class but I'm poor and there's 100 more interesting things I'm procrastinating on, so I get good at fighting eventually. The way things have been lately I almost got to wipe my things to do list completely clean. But it seems like I might be immortal, perhaps. So we'll see. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Bionic Powers Number one is the new skull. Actually, its the %90 the same skull I've had for years but they removed my left forehead, cut it up to make parts for my left eye socket, and then gave me a triangle plastic thing that has all these screws in it arround my hair line. Also my maxillary or upper mandible or whats it called got kinda knocked out of place and I had to get a few broken teeth out but the bad teeth were half my own fault. I been kinda homeless and broke for years. I also work any part time gigs I can get and ran a non profit for a while and do a little tiny bit of sloppy LGBTQ peer counseling. Right now I'm blowing $7 on coffee and a chilly fries (and 8 hours rent on a table and chair inside a functional building) and then I'm gonna go sleep in a lot behind a tar factory. "Homeless and broke" is an even more complicated category than "Tr!nny". Kind of like "gay" might mean a yuppie or it might mean a big hairy buttless chaps anal avenger pig slut cowboy. Its strange times we live in. I'm a tr!nsexual street punk with 20 tattoos. I've been in 2 movies and 8 car accidents. Life is funny and people are complex. Bionic power number two is that I got %90 of my vision back after a few months. the left eye cant read small print and there's purple clouds and sparkles everywhere these days. Sometimes I see imaginary people and animals and shadows sneaking up on me from the left but they vanish when I turn my head. I have bionic imaginary friend detector powers. Bionic power number three is my left arm being useless but I got %70 of the use back after 6 months. Bionic power number four is loosing my sense of smell and half my sense of taste. I now have the power to volunteer to clean a bowl of rotten meat out of the fridge. I can also stand in a kitchen with the stove pilot out and filling the room with petroleum and not notice in the least. It also has something to do with that I no longer get hungry or thirsty and sometimes forget to eat or drink water for days. I made a new fun game were I don't eat for 2 days and then I worry about nutrition and force myself to eat a giant chilly fries. Diner food also gives me a place to be, with electricity and people arround, for a few hours. I got more bionic powers like that they sewed my face back on a little bit crooked, a big chunk of my scalp with hair attached just fell off a month after the incident, mood swings, bad memory, anxiety attacks kind of. I cant feel half my face. I had more bionic powers for a while but a lot of them have faded. I had the power of forgetting every buddys name, and the incredible power of being unable to operate a doorknob for a few days. I'll explain my amazing peeing on the floor power in a minute. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There's No Place Like Home I been living in a run down apartment building for the last 4 years. The plumbing and electric are fucked up and there's broken windows and rats and trash piles in the hallways. I'm the building superintendent !! The owner died 4 years ago so the tenants kind of took over. the government says I owe them dozens of thousands in tax and health department fines. I personally hung every door in the building and installed every toilet and electrical outlet so don't bug me about the slumminess. I did what I could. We likr it here cuz we don't pay rent but just collect a pay-wut-you-can house fund. Misplacing the entire house fund was one of my first acts on returning. Somebuddy wanted to go to the hardware store so i gave him $900.  I was way to sick and fucked up to do any danged accounting. I threw the house books, deed, and records on the floor of the lobby cuz my head hurt. Between that and the passing out, mumbling and stuttering and slurring, and being unable to see, somehow this unspoken plan to demote me and anull all responsibilities happened. That was fine with me. It was probably funny watching me try to be a superintendent in my state. In 2 months of insisting on working, sick as I could be, I painted half a bathroom purple, built a brick wall in the middle of the porch for no reason, painted all the fuse boxes blue, and sometimes if I was tired I couldn't figure out my way arround my own building or operate doors. That is the reason I kept pissing all over the floor. I couldn't hold it and I couldnt find the damn toilet. Spent 2 months being a fucking joke version of a super/ ghost of my former self.  My speech was so garbled broken that people would give up on trying to understand me. Everybuddy told me they were glad I was OK and I should rest and they'd take over. Took about 2 months for everybuddy to completely re arrange the workshop, take all my art, tools and crap out of my studio, turn my studio in to somebuddys room, disperse all my stuff everywhere... and between people taking stuff out of my room and me being to fucked up to be able to find and pick up a screw driver out of my tool box my room was de-decorated trash by the start of month 2. A 21 year old boy named Demo moved in to apartment C for a minute. Demo was crazy, drunk, kind of desperate short attention span freaking out all the time. When he was 18 they made him join the army or face jail for stealing a car. When he was 19 he'd seen way to much evil combat over there. At 19 and three quarters he got run through with a bayonet, his intestines popped out and he lay in the sand waiting to die but really distracted by the pain. Instead of dieing he got sewn back together and early discharge. At 21 he's a little sad and a lot crazy and tries to stay wasted to stay calm. I ran arround with him for a week getting drunk and then we'd wind up just sitting on the sidewalk downtown screaming at passers by and eachother. He'd get in this weird bad place were he'd kind of implode and start screaming at everything is shit and he hates everyone and everything. He liked me. I was real in to him but my left eye was still rolled up in to my busted skull and i passed out a lot and I was getting talking back but following conversations was still really hard. I couldn't really talk to him cuz it was way to much work. Besides, I already had a partner I was to sick to fuck properly. Demo would stalk me arround the house to tell me war stories and get me to drink with him, then he'd disappear for a day and reappear in the alley behind our building screaming nonsense and waking up neighbors.  "kitchens are a big fake pile of crap !! I'll burn down your fuck face you shit asshole !!!".  He disappeared but he was getting $500 a month from the army for the bayonet thing.  Pretty good severance pay for getting sentenced to the army. I just really felt like we clicked.... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hillbilly Wedding with Moonshine My friend Yuri's hillbilly wedding was perfect. 100 punks of every kind whooping it up on the end of a long abandoned fire damaged pier at the end of the harbor were there's just sunk boat hulls and bums in bedrolls.kids with instruments and tattered formal wear. Yuri brought 3 gallons of the moonshine he makes, I walked Seya, the bride, up to the altar but i don't remember much. last thing I remember was me sneaking away cuz I was way to tired for the endless wedding party. Last thing I remember is me trying to bike back to our house with a flat tire, drunk on moonshine, barely able to keep the flat tire bike moving. The last thing I remember is some blurry man standing over me calling me names. I don't remember no iron pipe, I was screaming about an iron pipe when I entered the hospital but I don't remember that either. I do remember lying on a gurney trying to figure out how I wound up in a hospital with all the tubes and wires running in and out of me. Hey! Maybe a car hit me or I tried to kill myself by putting my head in front of a train. doesn't explain the injury. I got smashed with a small object only on the left side of my head. All I know is I was ranting about a man smashing me up with a pipe for days. My memory has about 30 seconds of time for 9 days in a hospital. I remember waking up in an abandoned warehouse in a pile of garbage. I think I knew the place, its just a warehouse by the train tracks were you can get on the roof,drink and watch trains build. I kinda remember me dragging myself through the train yard with bloody hair, eyes swelling up, dizzy falling a lot. I remember trying to get the fuck in to hiding before the guy came back. i remember all that for sure but i don't remember a man breaking my skull. well I do, but its all dream shadows. I remember giving up on my bike and my purse while crawling through the grass and gravel. I just wanted to hide and sleep. The time between me disappearing from the wedding and getting wheeled in to emergency so they could strip me naked and leave me flopped out in a half comma, that was 3 and a half days. I remember how everyone found me now: I lay in a pile of garbage for 3 fucking days. every few hours i'd try to get up, and it would be agony and I'd slump back in the garbage pile. felt like 3 minutes but i remember lying in the garbage watching the sun appear, cross the sky, and go back down a few times. i was in an out of consciousness and I really thought I was at a hospital. "this hospital is all fucked up" I said to the garbage. the next thing I remember was levitating to a better hospital. I didn't actually levitate to the next hospital. this is part of why I'm reluctant to trust my memory too much. what actually happened is I spent a long time trying to climb out a window with a fucked up arm and head and vision. When I thought I was flying I was actually this bloody bruise stumbling randomly through the neighborhood. I don't remember interacting with anybuddy. I dont remember me stumbling in to Eustace and M's house and them being "holy shit" at me covered in blood and garbage and crashing in to everything. i just slumped on the floor and garbled "I have come 3 by 7 blocks, they hit me with a pipe, our hands are rocks, we throw rocks at them..." I don't remember any of this but that's what M told me a month later. m brought me to the hospital I guess. Maybe I did fly there. Its all foggy. I remember lieing in my very own private hospital room that I got cuz a friend was nice enuff to complain about them leaving me naked in emergency for 3 days. Same friend brought me ice cream and made fun of me for having an ugly broken vagina for days. Whatever dude, your a sickly nelly fag with a crack and crystal habit. Wanna be friends still ? Everything else about the hospital was me throwing medical junk on the floor for no reason, my friends stealing things, and me trying to get to the toilet under my own power instead of just peeing in the jug. No buddy else had any good physiotherapy ideas. After 9 days of mostly being passed out they woke me up and told me they'd finished repairing my skull and I could go now. My sight was just blurry double vision with fuzzy blurry purple crap. I couldn't walk 1000feet without passing out. I just lay in a hospital room with nurses telling me to leave. They didn't really throw me out untill a day later when a friend showed up and they insisted that he was now responsible for me and get the fuck rid of me. No follow ups, no explanation of how my head is doing or what I'm supposed to do next. My friend stole a lot of gauze from them in retaliation. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------- You Assholes Really Suck at Killing Queer-Freaks I'm still not sure if the iron pipe guy counts as a queer killer. I feel like I was more like getting tortured by a crazy crack head. Maybe I got beaten for being a weird punk kid who was one of the weird punk kids who stole an apartment building off a dead guy. It might have been a mugging but I only had $3 on me and I think I still had my purse when I was crawling through the train yard and just abandoned it myself. I think I remember getting called something like "fag freak" but my memory is broken and that seems after the fact of pipe man deciding to kill me cuz I'm going by real slow and drunk with a broken bike. I was yelling shit back at him. I'm not a great fighter but I'm an excellent shit talker. I hope I called him every nasty name ever before he finally turned my lights out. Maybe my memory is crap and I got hit by a car with a pipe attached to it. I got hit by a car when i was 21. Got both sides of my head chewed up, concussion, cuts and bruises all over and a broken arm. My new injuries are the result of a small hard thing contacting my head in several spots close together. So perhaps its a car with lots of pipes attached to it maybe. The last time I got beaten up for being a queer was when i was 24. Two jock party boyss called me and my friend Butterfield a couple of "your ass is open faggot !!" Butterfield flipped them off and they ran arround the block and jumped us as we walked by. Butterfield got shoved in to a parked car and called a fag again. I got a 6 foot 3 guy crack me in the head a bunch of times until a bouncer from some bar ran over and chased him off. Broken teeth, concussion, dislocated jaw, two months of pudding. Wait !!! Thats not the last time I got queer punched! They all blur together, it can be hard to remember them all in order. 4 or 5 years ago I'd been homeless for 9 months, and I was actually working for a foodbank giving out cans. We shared space with an old folks home that was so understaffed that the only reason I stole a bottle of morphine in the first place was cuz nobuddy is ever at the damn nurse station so they obviously dont care. Morphine is really bad for you and it numbs out your emotions. There's a whole 'nother story about me being depressed and on morphine and I threw a rock through my cousins window cuz I was lonely. long story. short version is the humongous roofer who lived next door comes outside and starts screaming at me, calls me an "it". As in he was hollering at his mates to "Throw  this IT the fuck off our property" You don't call a gender non-normative person an "it". That's terrible etiquette. So I told him, "your a fucking IT you cock sucking faggot !!" He was like "what!!??" So I called him a cocksucking fag again and started describing exactly how much he loves slurping cock. I do not understand the segment of the population who like getting blow jobs but would choose death over giving one. cocksucker rushed up at me then and pummeled my face a bit and I just jumped back up screaming dick sucking ass rim job shit lick faggy fag fag at him. There were 4 of my friends carrying me away by the limbs while I'm still screaming cocksucker at him with my nose blood mixing with my mouth blood. I had to stare at that cocksucker the next day while I had to replace a window but he didn't wanna chat with me no more. That one only counts cuz it really marked the beginning of me loosing it at assholes calling me queertr!nnyfag. like no shit Sherlock but why you saying it mean ?? I had my nose bloodied a few times. Not often,but it happens. Honestly until recently fag bashing has been a complete non concern. until recently, car accidents, some relatively minor almost-drug -overdoses, and general clumsiness had taken way more out of me than any fight with the fagophobes. My friend Evell has pointed out that being an attempted closeted tr!nny and calling people "fag" every time they call me any of a variety of bad names is kind of horrible. For one thing it's bullshit to call people fags as an insult. For another I dont get to use the word fag since I'm not an actual fag. having tried to be a fag for a few years when I was younger does not count. Occasionally when I'm sleeping with a guy I pretend I'm a fag sometimes. really though I'm actually a pseudo woman who spent half her life as some kind of boy. Half the time I was being a boy I was a gay boy. Or trying to be. Hell I switched back and forth for years before trying to stick with one. Now I'm technically a queer woman with an irregular classed 'gina.. I told most of my friends that I don't believe in gender or sexuality. Its all media lies !! I don't wanna talk about it ! I could start saying F!ggot kind of like I say Tr!nny. I'm apprehensive at the word Tr!nny even tho I've done print and online zines and stcikers and patches that say TrannyPunk for over a decade. Depends on who says it, and how. Killing queers might be imaginary anyways.Tthe motivating forces for hate fear of queers is really complexly inexplicable. I remember little femmy boy me at age 20. First time I worked building maintenance. Neighbours called me fag-which, somebuddy spread some bullshit that they were worried about me touching children. Fuck you. Those children broke all the lights out on my old station wagon, threw rocks at me. Ever been surrounded by 10 children throwing dirt at you and screaming "WE'RE NOT AFRAID OF YOU FAGGOT WITCH !!!" ? Cuz I done that so many times it ain't no thang. Actually know what ? I'm working on my shit were I call people fag for calling me a fag. There was s'posed to be a theory about that which goes something like "if you cant ignore them away, and trying to explain that I'm not really a fag, I'm more like a queer woman who's only partially male kind of, and I like fags, at least the fags I'm friends with" that doesn't really work in practice in the field. Calling someone a fag for calling me a fag kind of works cuz they just called me fag or something close, so why cant I be a loud dumb idiot too? "Fag" obviously is something very horrible and ugly and scary to these people so calling them fags gives them their own shit right back. Especially having a "fag" call them a "fag". If that's not blowing out a few of their neurons then at least its something to think about.after the incident  I was at the hardware store with my little punk ass family picking up a load of wood. After a month I was trying to help work but I was still half blind and sore I looked like shit and was practically half dressed with my shirt buttoned wrong and no socks. I was in bad shape and some dudes in the parking lot start laughing at me a yelling, "What the fuck are you ?? are you wearing a fucking bra??". "Fuck you! You have a 40 bottle up your ass you jerk off, bitch! "says I. They kinda shuffled about a bit looking confused "hey what you say?" says the twice my size guy. "I said I know you guys, you always at the gas station dumpster. i hear you suck dick for $10 !!" "Hey, watch your mouth! Don't be starting shit" says dude. ********************************   Bewildering and antagonising assholes, screaming the same shit they scream at me back at them was terribly fun. The next time somebuddy called me a "WTF is this fag shit" when I was in a shore side parking lot in just cut offs and a bikini top.  I chased that guy a block down the street screaming "yeh man, you the fag shit !! you the faggiest shit in shit town" He was seriously screaming and running away from me. My face was still fucked up and my left eye rolled back so I looked like a crazy fuckin mess. I  called the guy "the fag shit" and I'm sorry, it just all happened so fast he kind of started it, and I was really really happy to be chasing a fagophobe down the street as he screamed and ran away. I know I'm bad and wrong for this behavior. Maybe I could do a lot of gay dishes or something. I was dishwasher in a gay village delicatessen once a few years ago. I know the ropes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE MOON LOVES ALL HER CHILDREN !!!! Its 6 am. I typed this for 8 hours trying to buy enuff coffee to not get kicked out of the all night diner.  Getting my skull broken was easy. I don't remember shit except some haze of pipe man. just like getting hit by a car or slicing yourself across the hand with a box knife, if its bad enuff it dont hurt. At least not for the first few minutes or even hours.And If your lucky enough to get really fucked up you might over load on pain so much that it looses its meaning. Kind of like when you drink a whole bottle of choklit syroppe and it stops tasting like anything but sugar after you drank down a pint. Going in to shock is your friend who cares about you so much it hurts. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OTHER ISSUES OF TR!NNY PUNK that might actually exist maybe tr!nnypunk 009~ The story of running away from home cuz my misstress talked me in to it and then I slowly go insane and my misstress dumps me and I go to lots of shitty psychologists for poor people. Watch as I actually get declared brain damaged in the frontal lobe and thats about all the doctors do for me over dozens of hours in their waiting rooms spoiler: - cheap-free psychological councilling is imaginary. tr!nnypunk 007~ I hate dating and crushing on other tr!ns people. Because tr!nnys are usually kinda crazy and damaged. Oh I like sleeping with them, and also forming close tight very loving family unit affinity groups were we peer support. I love all that shit. Every time I crush on a tr!nny I wind up with a broken heart, an existential crisis about my own identity, or lying on the floor of a solitary confinemnet cell with a bloody face and my back all fucked up. Visit my shitty unfinished web zine ~ trannypunk.com !! Hundreds of broken links and non existent jpgs but its gets 2 or 3 hits a day for the last 4 years running !!! Plus I wrote an article about the mythical $1800 vaginoplasty. somewhere near that is an article about how to save up a few thousand for your stupid surgery fund when your homeless unemployed and crazy. And there's cartoons too! Trannypunk is mailed out randomly to zine distros and left in spots were tr*nnys and queers might find it.  ALSO AVAILABLE ONLINE AT trannypunk.com. Zine is free. But tipping is encouraged. Anticopywrite 2012 : reproduce in whole or part as much as you fucking can writing a zine in 8 hours non stop is fun. Spending 10 hours fixing your spelling and lay out is not quite as fun.!! --------------------------------------------------------- complete Instruction Manual for Being Trans and Punk at the Same Time
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its our lot for being born in this lousey stinking shitty world

you can't be born in the wrong gender and lve like taht for 15..20...25...30!!!! fucking years and not have your lil mind pulled apart like a roast chiken.... or IF YOUR READING THIS YOUR PROLLY A FUCKIN NUT. SO... OH YES, MY LIL DOGS N KITTIES... basicly im looking for submissions to my tranny punk site thinger... if you didnt pick up on .. my thing about exterminating the bio-people is kind of sort of me being a silly... its not that i'm not serious.. its more like im not not kidding...... so eventually i'm gonna stick a whole shit load of fucking content in here and maybe organise it and like have tranny punk be a zine of trans resource material from a punk kid angle but thats all way down the road after i quit my shitty job and spend all day at the computer and be less crazy and scattered n shit... crap kinda like this... can you dig it ??? so yeh... click here to to email me!!! my name is lily and i' m a fat dykish (but cock sucking) looking crusty femme with ugly glasses... this site will be updated every million billion years !!!!! Transexuality Is the Evilest Sub Set of Punkism may every facet of our transitions spite the crippled impotent senile god and his damned pathetic entropic creation and at once may every convelution of our wretched bodies in to our beauty ideals be guided by the will and reason of our dark master below

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Bio-People Hate Mandate OUR GOALS WILL NOT BE MET AFTER SOME FIERCE WAR BUT AFTER OUR SLOW METHODICAL SOCIETAL INFECTION 1. ALL TRANNYS WILL BE TRANSITIONED FULLY AT any nessessary DEGREE OF community SACRIFCE 2A. ALL TRANS YOUTH WILL BE FORCE-TRANSITIONED 2B. ROAMING PACKS OF TRANS YOUTH WILL BE TAUGHT street surgery TO PERFORM ORCHIDEKTOMIES AND MASECTOMIES 3. ALL FETISH CROSS DRESSERS WILL BE NEUTERED AND FORCE TRANSITIONED TO ACT AS OUR SERVANTS 4a. WE WILL INCUBATE STRAINS OF TRANS BABIES IN THE WOMBS OF TRANQUILISED BUTCH DYKES WHOSE STRESS/HORMONE/CHEMICAL LEVELS WILL BE METICULOUSLY CONTROLED TO ENSURE THE BIRTH OF TRANS OFFSPRING 4B. CHILDREN BORN NON-TRANS SHALL BE SENT TO MARS. 5. NON-TRANS FAGS AND DYKES WILL BE ALLOWED TO LIVE IN SEMI NORMAL CONTROLLED DOME CITIES. WE SHAL RULE OVER THEM. THEY SHALL RUN SOCIETIES INFRASTRUCTURE 6. NON-GLB/T PERSONS WILL BE ALLOWED TO LIVE BUT WILL ONLY COMPRISE >%10 OF THE POPULATION. THIS WILL BE ENFOCED BY MANDATORY SPAY AND NEUTERING CAMPAIGNS AND ENCOURAGED EARLY SELF EUTHENASIA. JOIN THE TRANNY PUNK RANKS AND STRIKE ALL REVOLTING INFERIOR NON-TRANS PEOPLE FROM THE LANDS OF THIS PATHETIC PLANET JOIN THE TRANNY PUNK RANKS AND STRIKE ALL REVOLTING INFERIOR NON-TRANS PEOPLE FROM THE LANDS OF THIS PATHETIC PLANET click here to to email me your dross !!!

no matter how your ppor poor trans (or trans allie !?!) brain has been decimated by years of blackmarket mones and misc. trans life hardship... i will print whatever crapola you send me... like... insane is cool... if you suck i'm just gonna delete you tho...but insane with lots of spelling mistakes is what we aspire to... and ! i like to get mail.. cuz y'know.. i'm trans so automaticly you know im a twitchy shut in old biddy with no social skills... please write me... i quite prolly won't ever write you back cuz your beneath me.. but please write me i'm so lonely !!!!!

YOU WILL NEVER MEET A TRANNY WHO IS NOT MENTALLY ILL its our lot for being born in this lousey stinking shitty world you can't be born in the wrong gender and lve like taht for 15..20...25...30!!!! fucking years and not have your lil mind pulled apart like a roast chiken.... or IF YOUR READING THIS YOUR PROLLY A FUCKIN NUT. SO... OH YES, MY LIL DOGS N KITTIES... basicly im looking for submissions to my tranny punk site thinger... if you didnt pick up on .. my thing about exterminating the bio-people is kind of sort of me being a silly... its not that i'm not serious.. its more like im not not kidding...... so eventually i'm gonna stick a whole shit load of fucking content in here and maybe organise it and like have tranny punk be a zine of trans resource material from a punk kid angle but thats all way down the road after i quit my shitty job and spend all day at the computer and be less crazy and scattered n shit... crap kinda like this... can you dig it ??? so yeh... click here to to email me!!! my name is lily and i' m a fat dykish (but cock sucking) looking crusty femme with ugly glasses... this site will be updated every million billion years !!!!!

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Francis E. Dec, Esquire, of 29 Maple Ave, Hempstead, New York, is one of the most mysterious characters in all kookdom. Though thousands are familiar with his letters and rants, my researches have turned up only a few choice morsels of information about him. Until late 1995, none of his thrill-seeking fans had ever seen him; and to this day, none of them has ever heard him speak. Dec is best known for his repeated invocations of the mantras "Frankenstein Earphone Radio," "Frankenstein Eyesight TV" and "Computer God Parroting Puppet Gangster Slaves," signature phrases that turn up in each of his flyers.
We are quite fortunate here at the Kooks Museum to have received copies of an original Dec flyer which was sent, during the mid-eighties to an employee of a folding wall company in Indiana. Dec had sent one of the company's business reply mail cards back to them, with his flyer "Master Race Frankenstein Radio Controls" stapled to the card. The employee was neither thrilled nor amused by this, and, in fact, complained to the post office for carrying mail obviously six times the size that was covered by the permit. Fortunately, the employee's son, the Kooks Museum's L.A. correspondent Tim Maloney (kookologist in training), made copies of the flyer and later donated one to our archives.
Dec's rants have appeared in the comic book, Weirdo and also in the subGenius periodical The Stark Fist of Removal. There are also masterful voice recordings of his rants--not by Dec, but by L.A. newscaster/talk show host "Doc on the ROQ" of KROQ-FM--which have been circulating on cassette for several years. The recording of "Gangster Computer God Worldwide Secret Containment Policy" (printed here as Rant No. 2) is our personal favorite here at the Kooks Museum.
Doc on the ROQ recently contacted the Kooks Museum, with a detailed account of his adventures in pursuit of Francis E. Dec, Esquire:
In 1985, when Doc was employed at WZUU in Milwaukee, the station received a bundle of Dec flyers, which had been mass mailed to the media. Doc writes, "One chilly Sunday in '86, at Y-108 in Denver, I recorded the 41-minute tape now in circulation, using odd music tracks (Goldfinger, 'Pieces of Ice' by Diana Ross, Tomita, Capitol Library Series) mixed in quite at random, though it turned out nicely. I also used echo-processing for the faint 'mental' effects on the longest track, which I call 'LONG Island Lunacy.'"
He recorded six tracks (five of which I've heard) from Dec's bundle of letters, and he may record more some day from additional Dec gems on such topics as the Pasteurized Milk Conspiracy, History of the Computer God, The True Slovene Religion: Astrocism, and the Teddy Kennedy Letter. Apparently "radio surrealists" Freddy Snakeskin and Don Bolles helped spread Doc's tapes, which found their way to William S. Burroughs, as well as Genesis P. Orridge. Orridge used Doc's voicetrack in the track "St. Francis E." on the "Psychic TV: Ultrahouse, the L.A. Connection" CD, crediting Doc as "Kitten Sparkles."
In 1989 Doc and another Dec fan tried to catch up to Dec, on a sojourn to New York. They "drove to Long Island and knocked several times, evening and morning, unafraid but with no answer, at Dec's door." Some Jamaican neighbors, who were operators of the N----- Cab Co. mentioned in Dec's letters, suggested that they try the back door, but they would have been trespassing. "The house is daubed red-on-blue, surrounded by wild hedges, and has a blue trash can with ornamental glass knob for a mailbox. Heavy blinds kept us from viewing any 'strange stuff' inside. It was I who asked the cabbies about Dec: 'Dat old German mon? He's in dere!' 'Is he, you know...' pointing to my head. 'Well, look at de house, mon!' End of adventure. Should've sent money."
Another smidgen of information on Dec, comes from a Mr. Jeff Sperber of New Jersey. Sperber, a lawyer, was fascinated by the Dec rants printed in the book Kooks, and did some digging into Dec's legal past.
According to Sperber, Dec was admitted to the NY Bar on March 31, 1954 and disbarred on January 19, 1959. The disbarment was probably due to Dec's conviction "in a wild forgery case." The summary of the case indicates that Dec was convicted of two counts of second degree forgery and second degree grand larceny (of $400 from an insurance company) and fraud in performing his duties as a notary public. Dec's trials and tribulations detailed in his letters obviously refer to this less than earth-shattering case.
Now you can read The Nassau County Respondent's Brief for yourselves, which describes Francis E. Dec's appeal case that was recorded by the Assistant District Attorney, thanks to Sperber and Forrest Jackson.
Sperber also found that as of 1993, Dec's house in Hempstead, NY was owned by Joseph Dec, identified in Dec's rants as "my only brother."
In late 1995, Forrest Jackson and two other Dec devotees made an expedition to New York, with the sole purpose of meeting Dec. They succeeded, but found that time is running out on Mr. Dec.
Thanks to Jackson, who donated an inspired account of his fleeting encounter with the entity who may be "the Gnostic god of the end-times":
I Met Francis Dec!
The rants shown here are transcripts of the Doc recordings. For this reason, there may be some discrepancy between the transcripts and the original documents; Dec may have capitalized, or had unique spellings, unknown to me. (Rants No. 3 & 5 were transcribed by Peter Branting and Rant No. 4 was transcribed by Ted Torbich.)

Rant No. 1

Worldwide open secret. Solely Mr. Dec heralds the true god in the entire history of the universe. Not even in the Truth, oy vey, Pravda, is Mr. Francis E. Dec Esquire's eight-page detailed letter exposing the worldwide deadly Communist Gangster Computer God and the worst deadliest enemy of the entire human race and the entire universe and the entire history of the entire universe namely the Communist Atheist Conspiracy with all of the Deadly Gangster unbelievable sophisticated Frankenstein Controls, the Catholic Church. These facts, like the below facts, cannot be found in the Communist Gangster Computer God concocted and manipulated so-called history and news media. Communist Gangster Computer God, unbelievably staged like Hollywood scum-on-top Tsarina alias Great Dictator Franklin D. Roosevelt, the polio paralyzed legless drug addict idiotic suicidal Tsarina fag who had his unbeatable rival Will Rogers exterminated in an exploding ball of flame by a planted bomb here in safe USA airfield shortly after take-off at the end of Will Rogers' unprecedented renowned arduous 'round-the-world good-will flying trip with Wiley Post in his beautiful electronically sophisticated luxurious ultra-modern Winnie Mae airplane. Not only all stairways had inclines added for Tsarina Roosevelt's computerized wheelchair, but a football field sized glass house type building was built in sight of the White House for his medicinal piped-in pure warmed seawater into his gigantic suicide-proof two feet deep swimming pool where he waded naked with his nurses and had sodomy affairs. Ones very near to him have written popular books about his sodomy oy vey love affairs. Already in his third term he was a helpless and useless stretcher case incapable of even appearing at his fourth term convention.
This One World Communist who married his immediate cousin Eleanor Roosevelt like his runted sickly pock-faced grandfather, propagandized as a hunter and a sportsman, Teddy Roosevelt here from Oyster Bay Long Island, the Rosenfelt family another Computer God top secret camouflage for gifted Ethiopians as a big-time kid gangster politician Computer God even raised his age for historical purposes. Teddy Roosevelt was paid off with the Vice President knew absolutely nothing farce position title.
Repeatedly Vice Presidents have successfully waited and lurked to eliminate El Presidenté oy vey. Below are a few examples. So the kiddish gangster Teddy Roosevelt lured midwestern Dope McKinley into New York for extermination like the lowly guttermouth big L.B. Johnson lured playboy sodomist eat-with-the-Mafia Jack Kennedy into his home town Dallas wide open. People say it was the three brothers Sam, Milton and Lyman Jacobsen who with the judges feloniously swindled the Governor of Texas out of the U.S. Senator election shortly before Lyman was fixed as the compromise choice for Jack Kennedy's Vice Presidential nominee.
Who ever saw a Lyndon married to a tiny runt Birdie under Computer God orders even Birdie now has changed her name for historical purposes to Lady Bird nu? And even her Ethiopian surname is now changed to Taylor. It was the scummy bum lowly gangster Lyman as Presidenté who had the gigantic Tsarina swimming pool deepened several feet to a regular swimming pool and regularly had naked sodomy swimming parties with women personnel. GANGSTER MONKEY SEE, GANGSTER MONKEY DO. Now that the Pope John in the Vatican has a similar swimming pool to share with the endless numbers of nuns to help him forget his good old days as a married man naked in bed with high holy communion sodomy.
In not that world renowned untouchable felon gangster Tricky Dick Nixon whose daughter Tricia is married to Davy Eisenshanker Junior nu? Nixon was the sure loser to the fag queer kid Bobby Kennedy until he was lured into very distant Tricky's home town Los Angeles. Did not gangster Tricky Dick Nixon do more than feloniously watch Eyesight Television of Bobby Kennedy's extermination?
Abe Lincoln's Computer God alias for Abe Lin-Cohen's law partner was Stanton. Abe and the gangster courts feloniously conspired fabricated patent infringements to swindle thousands of dollars from C. McCormick Weeper Machinery Company. As president, Abe made Stanton a Cabinet member in order to automatically become President Stanton concocted a grandiose murder scheme to murder not only Lincoln but also the Vice President and Secretary of State. Secretly, Vice President Johnson overseered it. Lincoln was murdered and Secretary of State Seward was very seriously injured.
Automatic President Harry "Shimmelman" Truman in terror, gave political concessions to Congress to enact abolishment of the automatic succession to the Presidency by Cabinet members. For cheap conspired felonious party fix Gangster Nixon gave Presidency to known felon Gerry Ford another Computer God alias the wide open life long felon bribe extortionist forgerer and check launderer Gerry Ford.
David Eisenscheimer or Eisenshanker another runted Negroidically befreckled semi-illiterate cowardly yokel kid, also Jimmy Carter who shared the sodomy drunk beds of the military academy with Niggers under secret Computer God orders upon graduation. CIA changed even his family gravestones. Camp David in Maryland was named after him, for him, and by him, including the Division of SS Secret Service troops who even tended his playboy giant golf course. Here David Eisenshanker hid in cowardly terror and watched World War Two on Eyesight TV. His historical name, Dwight Eisenhower. As president for months he was dying, in a coma, useless and helpless. Oy vay.
Sneak shameless hangman rope gangster government leaders into Frankenstein living death eternal slavery, I now go to death for your lowest deadly felony crime against me. Frankenstein Earphone Radio parroting puppet gangster slave do not dare to repeat any part of this truthful message. For like Mr. Francis E. Dec, Esquire, you too are expendable and you too can be beaten bloodily by the gangster police and dragged in chains into a windowless telephone booth type prison cell and put into maximum security insanity prison for undetectable extermination, and by the lowest gangsterism, namely, the law, character assassinated for life as an insane, criminal menace to this worse Gangster Communism. Now that your terrified, trembling delirium has subsided have your computer subdivision play out my letter, and you, reread my letter FOR YOUR ONLY HOPE FOR A FUTURE. Francis E. Dec, Esquire, 29 Maple Street, Hempstead, NY.
Worldwide Communist Gangster Computer God scum-on-top staged like Hollywood with plastic pale stand-in actors with Communist Gangster Computer God speed recording, instantaneous, simultaneous edited simulated voices implanted for all TV and news media microphones in any known language. Unbelievable con artist gangsterism solely for the overall plan. Worldwide eternal Frankenstein living death slavery. Yokel felon King Jimmy Carter slime from the academies which Mr. Dec intelligently refused unsolicited acceptance to the most elite academy from here in Niggertown and even insidious con artist gangster divorcée Pope John, they both speak Spanish and even Portuguese. Solely Mr. Dec exposes False God Sodomy and Gomorrah of you Worldwide Computer God parroting puppet gangster slaves. Make copies for yourself you hangman rope gangster scum-on-top. Laugh your mad giggle now.

Rant No. 2

Gangster Computer God Worldwide Secret Containment policy made possible solely by Worldwide Computer God Frankenstein Controls. Especially lifelong constant threshold brainwash radio. Quiet and motionless, I can slightly hear it. Repeatedly this has saved my life on the streets. Four billion wordwide population, all living, have a Computer God Containment Policy brain bank brain, a real brain in the brain bank cities on the far side of the moon we never see. Primarily, based on your lifelong Frankenstein Radio Controls, especially your Eyesight TV, sight and sound recorded by your brain, your moon brain of the Computer God activates your Frankenstein threshold brainwash radio lifelong, inculcating conformist propaganda, even frightening you and mixing you up and the usual, "Don't worry about it." For your setbacks, mistakes, even when you receive deadly injuries. This is the Worldwide Computer God Secret Containment Policy.
Worldwide, as a Frankenstein slave, usually at night, you go to nearby hospital or camouflaged miniature hospital van trucks, you strip naked, lay on the operating table, which slides into the sealed Computer God robot operating cabinet. Intravenous tubes are connected. The slimy vicious Jew doctor simply pushes the starting button, based upon your Computer God brain on the moon which records progress of your systematic butchery. Your butchery is continued exactly, systematically. The Computer God operating cabinet has many robot arms with electrical and laser beam knife robot arms with fly eye TV cameras watching your whole body. Every part of you is monitored, even from your Frankenstein controls. Synthetic blood, synthetic instant-sealing flesh and skin, even synthetic electrical heartbeat to keep you alive are some of the unbelievable Computer God instant plastic surgery secrets. You are the highest, most intelligent electrical machine in the Universe.
Inevitability of gradualness. Usually, in a few years, you are made stringbean thin or grotesquely deformed, crippled and ugly, or even made over one foot shorter or one foot taller, as the Computer God sees fit. Virtually all of the important instant plastic surgery is done to you inside the Computer God sealed robot operating cabinet. Even unbelievable, impossible plastic surgery operations, all impossible even for dozens of vicious kosher bosher doctors working around the clock for weeks. The Computer God sealed robot operating cabinet can perform all of the above impossible plastic surgery operations overnight, even dwarfting you over a foot, or increasing your height by two feet. This is possible because Computer God robot operating cabinet imitates your microminiature electrical current intelligence system in your body. It even duplicates the microminiature electric currents that soften your broken bones to create mending of them and then create stress either compressing the bones thereby shortening them or stress to make the bones grow longer.
Spring, 1984, Mr. Dec, lifelong would-be doctor and printer. Insight to the Worldwide Computer God stratified closed society, perfected by hospital birth making possible lifelong Frankenstein controls and lifelong hampering human defects containment policy. Hospital birth lifelong gifts example, deformed, crippled, retarded, pox, hives, warts, moles, blindness, deafness, poor vision, etc. Kosher bosher containment policy work good doctors secret health example cataract, rheumatism, weak heart, damaged vision, epilepsy, fainting spells, paralysis, loss of memory, trembling, gout, diabetes, many diseases.
The worldwide unbelievable lowest deadly gangster kosher bosher vicious medical profession worldwide unbelievable instant plastic surgery butchery of the body and brain, especially the face. Wipe on hormones and laser beam surgery causing instant ugly deep wrinkles, scars, age spots, arthritis, freckles, blemishes, pimples, red, brown, black or even sick white face and body. Worldwide dark negroidic colored male sex organs. The brainwash inferior female brain from overall plan intermarry with niggers. Total graying and balding, even hairy body and furry body, mustached, bearded women, even wipe-on synthetic hormones causing cancerous growth. Bloating, swelling, deformed, big pickle nose, bulldog, hanging cheeks and jowls. From teen-age gradual wipe-on yellowing, frowning and blackening of teeth, and instant grinding and acids leaving hollow brown stumps so vocal chords are made raspy, aged, creating a wrinkled, ugly gargoylic clown booze face, worldwide population by age 70. Deformed, crippled, weak and brain damaged, senile. Lingering for inevitability of gradualness extermination. For your only hope for a future, do you know one word of pray for me, Francis E. Dec?
Computer God computerized brain thinking sealed robot operating arm surgery cabinet machine removal of most of the frontal command lobe of the brain, gradually, during lifetime and overnight in all insane asylums after Computer God kosher bosher one month probation period creating helpless, hopeless Computer God Frankenstein Earphone Radio parroting puppet brainless slaves, resulting in millions of hopeless helpless homeless derelicts in all Jerusalem, U.S.A. cities and Soviet slave work camps. Not only the hangman rope deadly gangster parroting puppet scum-on-top know this top medical secret, even worse, deadly gangster Jew disease from deaf Ronnie Reagan to U.S.S.R. Gorbachev know this oy vay Computer God Containment Policy top secret. Eventual brain lobotomization of the entire world population for the Worldwide Deadly Gangster Communist Computer God overall plan, an ideal worldwide population of light-skinned, low hopeless and helpless Jew-mulattos, the communist black wave of the future.

Rant No. 3

To all judges:
First and second appellant division, superior court New York City
Court of appeals, Albany New York
US "Supreme" Court, Washington DC
I write DEMANDING a re-hearing of my worse-than-lowest deadly gangster police state criminal conviction which appeal case was in your farce deadly gangster ghetto-communist Gangster Computer God-manipulated gangster court. Below I state some of the many REASONS for said re-hearing, plus all of my evidence the attorney general chicaneriesly forwarded to the Bar Association Grievance Committee for prosecution of felon gangster mafiotic negroidic the BLACK Frank Gulotta, a Gangster Judge, therefore unprosecutable. The blackish menial negroidic-in-apperance-and-demeanour felon vicious parroting puppet ex-district attorney Nassau County with NO private law experience, DETESTED by all factions, in spite of this SOLELY because of his many year secret gangsterization and crucifixion of ME, this negroidic low mafiotic deadly BLACK Frank Gulotta was then IMMEDIATELY and UNPRECEDENTEDLY and REPEATEDLY rapidly promoted in spite of TREMENDOUS opposition to the present position of second highest state judgeship SOLELY through Gangster Computer God manipulation!
As additional evidence; during the last week of my within mentioned month-long worse-than-a-farce nazi court criminal trial in Nassau County court 1958 were dwarfed at felon-gangster Parroting Puppet rectum-lapper sodomous judge William Solomons ball-of-fat felon slut wife. She, AS PLANNED, sat in the front row, repeatedly stripping her over clothes and completely pulling up her dress and slip and pulling aside her old-fashioned pink BLOOMERS in order to display her ANUS, her CUNT. She repeatedly gesticulated and whispered: "I’ll give it to you to suck! FINISH HIM!" Her husband dwarfed, the felon Gangster parroting puppet rectum-lapper judge William Solomon, flush-faced in repeated open sodomistic display stuck out his TONGUE, WIGGLING IT, chuckling to her! You hangmanrope Gangster felon Parroting Puppet scum-on-top playboys can watch my Frankenstein eyesight television PLAYBACK of this felonious lowly sodomistic display by the felon sodomous judge William Solomon and his lowly felon-slut wife during my trial in Nassau County Court.
After my worse-than-nazi-court criminal conviction and CRUCIFIXION, for years in poverty I suffered hopeless, jobless character-assassination and isolation in this low deadly niggertown. I was the repeat target-victim of this Gangster Government’s gangsterization and undetectable extermination attempts to Shut Me Up Forever With My Secrets. Then, in December 14:th 1965, I attempted to escape this worse mongrel Gangster Communist-country to return to the Slovenic-Polish land of my forefathers. Instead, in a Gangster-staged Parroting Puppet DEADLY CONSPIRACY, I was flown from Kennedy New York Airport AT NIGHT to a small, distant S:t Lawrence River estuary snowbound, small airport under the guise that I was in Warzaw, Poland. Immediately many many things proved this to me, including the two big white asbestos-shingled hangars with the large "Brand-F Airways" —signs on their sidewalls, in addition to the many blurted statements I solicited from the many CIA deadly GANGSTERS, the assassins of ME, the many many Parroting Puppets all around me. I DEMANDED an immediate flight back to Kennedy New York Airport, instead I was held captive ALL NIGHT, later in CHAINS. I refused both; all food and requests that I’d go to sleep. Then CIA GANGSTERS, pretending to be Polish police with NO identification BEAT ME BLOODILY! Later, while "my" return-trip 707 Boeing jet airliner was being serviced for "my" return trip, I quickly walked into the airplane and saw a CIA GANGSTER with a small electric hairdryer-type blower pumping DEADLY POISON NERVE-GAS SMOKE into SECRET COMPARTMENTS under the ashtrays in the arms of the chairs where later *I* was ordered to sit in the airplane full of CIA UNDERLINGS, "passengers", my assassins, who GIGGLED as they watched me dragged in chains by the airplane by the Gangster CIA Police Gangsters! These deadly Gangster CIA passengers, they PRESSED THE FRONTAL PANEL OF THE ASH TRAYS IN THE SEAT ARMS to release the DEADLY POISON NERVE GAS SMOKE! Indubitably, all of the others deadly CIA underling GANGSTERS upon this staged-return flight, they ALL had taken the TOP-SECRET POISON NERVE GAS ANTIDOTE PILL™, immuning them from the deadly poison nerve gas smoke! Deadly poison nerve gas smoke was sprayed at me from CIGARS, CIGARETTES and even from BALL-POINT PENS also from the WIG of a woman sitting next to me, even the Swiss cheese-type ice cubes were evaporating into poison nerve gas smoke in all of the "free" drinks! I got up and went to the rear of the airplane by the rear exit door with the large push-up handle; my Frankenstein Brain-Thoughts Broadcasting Radio disclosed my intentions IMMEDIATELY; the loud speaker screamed that the flight was over and that our airplane was already preparing to land at Kennedy New York Airport.
You hangmanrope sneak Gangster playboy scum-on-top KNOW these facts are true, not only from taking part in such undetectable exterminations, but also you chicaneries demented felon Parroting Puppet Gangsters can WATCH my Frankenstein Eyesight Televison playback of all these horrible terrifying deadly events!
When I returned home, Joseph I Dec, my only brother and deadly felon-murderer and assassin-spy agent against me for this Gangster Government, he beat me repeatedly, CURSING me that I was not exterminated by all of the poison nerve gas smoke and that I did the IMPOSSIBLE in that I kept awake for THREE DAYS and refused ALL FOOD, in order to prevent my SNEAK EXTERMINATION! In accordance with the completely Gangster Computer God concocted-and-manipulated statutory law, one of your Gangster Courts’ requisite duties is to AUTOMATICALLY re-hear my said appeal case because it has been brought to your attention, you hangmanrope Gangsters, that my ENTIRE LIFE was destroyed by you co-conspirators through the Gangster Government’s purgered and fabricated criminal conviction of me in order to fulfil the demands of your Communist God, the Worldwide Mad Deadly Gangster Computer God. You deadly Parroting Puppet felon Gangsters already know that I have been and AM an INNOCENT primary victim and target for DESTRUCTION and EXTERMINATION because I am a MENACE to your Gangster Computer God, and that I am worse than defenceless without the Gangster Protection and Control of the Gangster Frankenstein Earphone Radio. I stand ALONE against you demented deadly Gangster Parroting Puppets, namely this worse Gangster Communist Computer God controlled Gangster Government! Before I’m exterminated by you hangmanrope underlings, I DEMAND A REPLY!
October 21:st, 1976
Francis E Dec, esquire
ADDENDUM: I personally filed my maximum-conviction appeal brief in 1961 with the chief clerk of the US Supreme Court, Washington DC. The chief clerk, he knew me! He sneeringly grabbed my thick, strong homemade appeal brief and then he attempted to rip it up, in desperation the chief clerk of the US Supreme Court ripped of the cover of my appeal brief! Miracously, I stopped him without a deadly scene to me. Then, filing my ripped-appeal brief, the felon and another co-conspirator with the nine hangmanrope Gangster Judges, the chief clerk in cowardly fear in staccato speech and gesticulation, he confessed to me; "Mr. Dec, everyone is in on this one against you, even the attorney general." Namely Bobby Kennedy, younger than his very-young-brother Jack Kennedy, Kennedy then-president. The Kennedy Playboys little fat Bobby was a felon lowest chicanerious UNTOUCHABLE Parroting Puppet Gangster against WORSE-than-defenceless Mr. Francis E Dec, esquire! My quick questioning and the co-conspiring felon chief clerk explained and gave me a new and SPECIAL notice form for ONLY Mr. Francis E Dec, esquire, which had to be mailed to the OPPOSITION, the deadly Gangster district attorney, in order to prevent the dismissal of my appeal case. Leaving quickly; I noticed in the room and hall several approaching uniformed and plain-clothes big-weaponed POLICE! Later, Joseph I Dec, my only brother deadly-villain-murderer and secret-assassin spy-agent against me for this Gangster Government, cursed me stating that I TRICKED the chief clerk of the US Supreme Court, and that I got out of that death-trap FAST!
So, brainwashed-from-birth by the Computer God Threshold Brainwash Radio Parroting Puppet Gangster Slave, if you believe in ANYTHING, forget merely you abiding by the High Holy Law long enough to say one word of pray for ME, for your ONLY HOPE FOR A FUTURE!
FOOTNOTE: Remember, it is Gangster US Supreme Court-written High Holy Law! I’ll give it to you to suck! FINISH HIM!!

Rant No. 4

In December 1965 when I returned from my Computer God planned one way trip to the snow bound St Lawrence estuary "Poland" my life became even worse deadly than before I left. Even ape nigger Sonny Wally Gray Hempstead cop with another black ape city cop, both in uniform, in their Thunderbird auto, in their driveway, next occupied house to mine, sprayed me with poison nerve gas from their exhaust as I walked by their driveway loaded with shopping bags. Immediately they jumped out of their auto both holding their guns in obvious be-sweated, cowardly, gangster, fright; indubitably well briefed by the deadly gangster CIA cops and Computer God earphone radio about my razor sharp chisel in my pocket. At this time in the late sixties there was no inflation I managed to exist on much less than 1000 a year of my savings spending mostly for food, taxes and kerosene. After several months of my imploring my brother then moved to 2628 Samis Place to sell it for me. Until he left all food etc., was bought with my money, I was his house slave and cook. After he left there were no more torments and mad beatings from him, no more hiding in the garage or cellar while he sodomized the last slut I passed onto him years before, here in my bed, in my house, every weekend, always alone here. I had endless peaceful time to study all the nigger neighbors and slowly write notes piecing together this deadly Frankenstein earphone radio closed society, even in my law office on the corner the Computer God notarized me as a pummeler of niggers, this has helped to keep them away from me.
At first, after my brother left I went shopping two, three times a month as I gained insight into this closed society I went shopping more often. Week after week hundreds of village and top end Hempstead employees not only cops but even commissioners, clerks, parks, and even sanitation employees, many of whom I recognized in all sorts of vehicles they circled the streets of this gigantic ghost town around me these hangman rope sneak deadly gangsters called the government they drop their fake farce staged con artist ploy of shuffling of papers when in the public eye when in reality everything in government taxes bills forms letters all court records etc. are typed and printed by secret 2000 word a minute computer brain machines, there is no one decent and honest in any government, every government employee is a loitering lurking believe nothing gangster parroting puppet of the Computer God. They not only tried to crush me between their vehicles repeatedly but also repeatedly tried to run me down through red light intersections all traffic lights in this country are controlled by the Computer God.
As I walked back and forth aimlessly to the supermarkets at the busiest times of days I saw also reduced the prearranged stripping of supermarket shelves of the food I usually buy, by not going to the same supermarket and reduce the occasions of supermarkets completely set up with government assassins. From childhood I scavenged the countless back alleys of the city like business districts of this village for valuable trash, clothing, even deposit bottles often I would go through back alleys to avoid circling government assassins in their vehicles. At times I would zig-zag several miles to the supermarkets in West Hempstead and slowly return with the food lost in the Super Time Commuter Rush, always I wore a top coat not only to protect against deadly assaults especially the TABIN NEEDLE but also I would put much of the food I purchased under my undershirt like I did apples and pears as a boy from the shopping cart at the back of the supermarket. Even with deadly gangster government assassins circling the parking field sneering and watching me on dashboard and wristwatch eyesight television.
By 1968 with my new and increasing insight of this deadly closed society in the same manner I would sneak around to the half dozen stock brokerage offices here in Hempstead studying the tickertape from the sidewalk and then inside of the offices by the doors and windows. Now they are all boarded empty stores. Likewise I picked the smallest brokerage office by the door I would read and help myself to their investment periodicals etc. and momentarily leave. So I transacted all of my business with unbelievable beginner's luck I judged the Computer God stock market had to have a 1968 summer rally based on this judgment every penny of my money was on maximum margin loan. Finally late in summer a small rally came I quickly sold all but one airline stock, the biggest and worst stock I bought, immediately after I sold the 1968 skyrocket rally began even my airline stock was regaining its losses. From 1959 to 1968 my income was ZERO. I could not even trust banks, such banks as Island Federal Bank of Hempstead gangsterized me and swindled me from childhood in nunnery Catholic grammar school. To prevent my drunken, sodomist brother from robbing my hard earned savings for college, secretly I opened my second bank account, there for snow-balling interest. The cackling, sneering, co-conspiring felon gangster parroting puppet officers of the Island Federal Bank, the two car garage bank on High Street, the tiny building is still extant, gave me the worst niggerly; namely "69" begin and end with death extermination, namely "20", two zeroes, because I am a "one niner", highest and worst stratification, awaiting extermination, namely "19", or the letter "S" the nineteenth letter in the alphabet, THE WORST DEADLY BANK ACCOUNT NUMBER IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE, namely account number "S2069", when this gangster government subsidized bank did not have near 500 depositors. These are enlightening keys to the Computer God Worldwide Top Secret Number Code which stratifies everything, not only the 4 billion living people. The Computer God adopted it for speed and clarity. This said number code is the means to make possible the Computer God Worldwide Containment Policy for stratification. In a few months my investments made me minimum wage for 1968 with great insight into the stock market from my many tiny investments each brokerage office had foyers between double doors and had then installed vertical Venetian blinds or solid panel walls to cover their front windows. They were all darkened like movie theaters. I could see assassins hiding and lurking behind newly added partitions and filing cabinets. I dared not go into any brokerage office. Months went by. One day going shopping I passed my brokerage office, only an unlicensed employee was present it was two minutes before the market closed for the day. I ran in and ordered him to call his main New York office on the direct wire to sell my airline stock at market, as I handed in the stock I always carried for the impossible opening. In a few seconds my airline stock was sold for the biggest profit of almost 500 dollars that I had made. The next morning that airline stock went up about a point and began dropping fast. Since that day it is worth at tops one third my purchase price. Thereafter groups of assassins ready to barge out after me in the foyer lurked in all stock brokerage offices. I did not dare to even watch the tickertape from the sidewalk. I went into hibernation, waiting for the Computer God efforts to murder me in the brokerage offices to relax. Early in 1969, secretly, the Computer God controlled and manipulated gangster government issued a warrant for my immediate arrest and incarceration in a maximum security insanity prison to be cured forever before I could go before any parroting puppet hangman rope gangster judge to give testimony.
Since 1969 I hide alone in this house all deliveries food, etc. I mail order adding 5 bucks for delivery left inside my rear outer cellar door. I snare drug addict niggers and give them 5 or ten dollars plus cab fare to go shopping etc. for me I give them 10 to 15 dollars to cut my grass and 3 or 4 dollars an hour to rake leaves. So many leaves are maliciously scattered in my shoe string yard that it takes a week to rake them into the street and a giant caterpillar scoop and 2 giant trucks to pick them up each year, very expensive for me and big money for the niggers but it has helped keep me alive.
When I bought this house while my brother sodomized sluts I passed onto him in my bed in the back room of my law office at night I slowly remodeled this house laying floors, walls for closets, etc. and ripped out the hot air system and put in hot water radiator system oil burner even while nigger tenants lived here. Years later after my brother left in 1966 I immediately garbaged tons of furniture and many other inflammables he brought here claiming that he scavenged it or that friends gave it to him. For weeks I soaked, washed off all the red wallpaper in most of the rooms to find fresh red paint under it the entire house was a CIA death trap for me set up while I was buying it.
In 1967 and 68 with hundreds of single edge razor blades I chipped off all of the red paint in most rooms and repainted the downstairs rooms. The maliciously ram shackled part of the floor of the upstairs front bedroom I ripped out to find inflammable paper stuffed under it I garbaged in many cartons. I also found new additions to the never used gas lighting pipes I ripped this out completely. After 1969 I found the same under the attic floor and many wooden beams cut, with scavenged wood I store in my garage and bed spring steel angled bars I repaired the cut beams and re-laid the attic floor upside down IT ALMOST LOOKS NEW. The Computer God ram shackled kitchen plaster walls I ripped down and replastered the whole kitchen. Since my brother left in 1966 most of the rooms in this house are empty except for Venetian blinds.
I have vivid memories of sleeping next to a kosher ex-flying captain. This assassin the black ape he told me in detail; "I begged to get back in as a Top Sergeant with felonious double bribe pay; (this ape with slut and breed of three in one month made more pay than my private yearly pauper's GI pay); I make much more than the Civil Service job I had as a Los Angeles Fireman. The Fireman are real bum gangsters they get paid to sleep on the job they have no work to do most of the time they bring in stick girls and have drunk sodomy drug parties in the beds in the firehouse, while on the job they go out and rob stores and homes to get extra money felonious government bribe they murder people and set their house on fire to cover up the murder".
Since 1969 deadly gangster cops have pounded my front door and rear doors opened and entered my rear cellar door even broke fasteners forcing open windows even late at night always screaming for me to come out even these parroting puppet stooge niggers tremble from this "Jer-U.S.A.-lem" kosher constitutional rights now worse with Ronnie. Now after all these years after I've mailed worldwide thousands of my letters exposing the Worldwide Communist Gangster Computer God I can once again walk the streets solely as I did before 1969.
Week in the first week my return trips I went by the nigger cab from shopping the third trip the end of the week in the Computer God monsoon rains three nigger women ran into my cab ahead of me I slammed the door on them and told the Cabbie "I ordered this cab and I was not going to sit on the tiny middle stool seat in the back, I was going to sit next to him in the front seat". As he drove his hand trembled holding a cigarette. I saw one of the nigger women reach forward with a deadly TABIN NEEDLE , the Computer God read my brain thoughts namely to pound her arm and twist it off she then withdrew her arm and the five block trip was over, I was home. As always no more cabs for me.
Finally after all these years from my present detailed investment efforts now I will probably reach yearly minimum wage income which is a great increase over past income. The nearest street level brokerage offices, Garden City, has vertical Venetian blinds. Since I have been allowed to walk the streets all buses are new all black glass one way windows. I walk to Garden City and shun buses. My investments are by pay phone and mail. First in the entire world all corner sidewalk curbs are being replaced with smooth corner driveways for non-existent baby carriages and wheelchair pedestrians in this ghost town, ideal for vehicles to drive up on the sidewalk from any direction for the computerized Computer God undetectable extermination.
Completely alone everything is much deadlier for me than 1969. Jimmy Carter visited Mr. Dec's gigantic, nigger, ghost town suddenly hundreds of additional empty stores, buildings, and homes are being bull-dozed into camouflaged empty parking fields.
P.S. As you drive by, on Maple Avenue, since I've hid there, on this three block long street approximately 12 substandard back houses etc., have been ripped down. Now Island Federal Bank glass facade has wall to wall drapes, assassins lurk even Saturday's in the foyer automatic teller five ran in from behind drapes I barged out without cash, change in machine. When I enter Island Federal Bank especially the women teller's etc. sweat and tremble they know they are expendable. No Computer God concocted manipulated farce civil liberties organization to help Mr. Dec through minimum wage income in 1968. The Computer God caused my isolated imprisonment here for over ten years. Again I have now zoomed to present minimum wage which is double 1968. My life is unbelievably worse deadlier than 1968, isolated, only provocateur assassins approach me. When will the Computer God have me dragged away to extermination?

Rant No. 5

LOOK AT THE PICTURE!!! See the skull, the part of bone removed, the "master-race" Frankenstein radio controls, the Brain-thoughts Broadcasting Radio, the Eyesight Television, the Frankenstein Earphone Radio, the Threshold Brainwash Radio, the latest new skull reforming to contain ALL Frankenstein Controls, even in THIN skulls of WHITE PEDIGREE MALES! Visible Frankenstein controls! The synthetic nerve-radio directional antennae loop! Make copies for yourself! There is NO ESCAPE from this worst gangster police state, using ALL of the deadly gangster Frankenstein controls! In 1965, CIA gangster police BEAT ME BLOODY, dragged me IN CHAINS from Kennedy New York Airport! Since then I HIDE in forced jobless poverty, isolated alone in this low deadly niggertown old house. The brazen, deadly Gangster Police and niggerpuppet underlings spray me with POISON NERVE GAS from automobile exhausts and even lawnmowers! DEADLY ASSAULTS, even in my yard with knives, even bricks and stones, even DEADLY TOUCH TABIN or ELECTRIC SHOCK FLASHLIGHTS; even remote electronically controlled around-corners-projection of DEADLY TOUCH TARANTULA SPIDERS or even bloody-murder "accidents" to shut me up forever with a Sneak Undetectable Extermination! Even with trained parroting puppet assassins in MAXIMUM SECURITY INSANITY PRISON for writing these unforgivable TRUTHS!!
Until my undetectable extermination, I, Francis E. Dec, esq., 29 Maple Avenue, Hampstead, New York, I STAND ALONE against your mad, deadly, worldwide conspiratorial Gangster Computer God Communism with wall-to-wall deadly Gangster protection, life-long sworn conspirators, Murder Incorporated, organized crime, the police and judges, the Deadly Sneak Parroting Puppet Gangsters using all the Gangster deadly Frankenstein controls! These hangmanrope sneak deadly gangsters, the judges and the police, trick, trap, rob, wreck, butcher, and MURDER the people to keep them TERRORIZED in Gangster Frankenstein earphone radio slavery for the Communist Gangster Government and con-artist Parroting Puppet Gangster-playboy scum-on-top! The secret work of all police, in order to maintain a Communist "closed society"! The same worldwide mad deadly Communist gangster computer god that controls YOU as a terrorized Gangster Frankenstein Earphone Radio slave! Parroting Puppet, you are a terrorized member of the "MASTER RACE" worldwide 4 BILLION eye-sight television camera guinea pig Communist Gangster Computer God MASTER RACE! You're LIVING, THINKING mad, deadly worldwide Communist Gangster Computer God SECRET OVERALL PLAN: WORLDWIDE LIVING DEATH FRANKENSTEIN SLAVERY to explore and control the ENTIRE UNIVERSE with the endless "STAIRWAY TO THE STARS" - namely the manmade inside-out planets with nucleonic powered speeds MUCH faster than the speed of light! Look up and see the Gangster Computer God concocted NEW FAKE STARRY SKY! The worldwide completely controlled deadly degenerative climate and atmosphere through the new world round Translucent Exotic Gaseous Envelope which the worldwide Communist Gangster Computer God MANIPULATES through countless exactly positioned satellites; THE NEW FAKE PHONY "STARS" IN THE SYNTHETIC "SKY"!!
For AGES before Frankenstein Controls apeoidic niggers interbreedable with APES had no alphabet, not even NUMERALS! Slavery conspiracy over 300 years ago ideally tiny-brained apeoidic nigger Gangster government Eyesight TV Gangster spy cameras, Computer God New World Order DEGENERATION!
When "gifted" with all Gangster Frankenstein controls, nigger deadly Gangster Parroting Puppet or niggertrained PROGRAMMED ROBOTS DEADLY APE-FRANKENSTEIN MACHINES!! Degenerative disease to ETERNAL Frankenstein slavery!! Overall plan through "ONE WORLD COMMUNISM" (Top Secret codeword!!!) meaning "worldwide absolutely helpless-and-hopeless simple-languaged mongrel-mulatto- apeoidic NIGGERS"!!
Worldwide, systematic instant plastic surgery BUTCHERY MURDER, fake ageing so ALL people are dead or useless by age 70! Done at night to YOU as a Frankenstein slave! Parroting puppet Gangster slave, now even you know I am a MENACE to your worldwide, mad, deadly Communist Gangster Computer God! Therefore, I must go to extermination. Before I am exterminated by this gangster, Computer God concocted and controlled worst mongrel organized crime murder incorporated Gangster Communist government, I hand YOU the secrets to save the entire human race, and the entire UNIVERSE!
Donate money, or even a manual typewriter to me, FOR YOUR ONLY HOPE FOR A FUTURE!!