Posted on 02/04/2009 6:02:17 PM PST by Dajjal
Edited on 02/04/2009 6:50:15 PM PST by Admin Moderator. [history]
TRUCE
I have seen some really sick comments posted recently which encouraged the military to disobey orders. That is wrong. I strongly suggest that all active military step back and refrain in any way from taking advice over the Internet on a matter of this importance. Consult with your family attorney or a JAG advocate. This is my final statement on the matter. I pass on having anything to do with military suing over POTUS eligibility. I don’t have the resources to guide such a litigation, nor do I see that any court would ever provide true justice after what I’ve experienced with my case and Cort’s. I have absolutely NO faith in the US legal system. None. Nada. Zilch. Zippo. So I don’t see the point of subjecting our troops to legal harm for a case they will NEVER win in the cult’s courts. The military can deal with any situation in their own court system.
As for Obama and the cult, I have made myself known to you and given you enough to chew on for now. The truth should be starting to sink in. Please don’t show up at my chess matches anymore unless you are entering the tournament.
I will now go on to display power via chess, poker, golf, film, art and music. The power I represent through my art is the boss. There is no other. God is champion of the universe. God is accurate, precise, all knowing, all powerful and prepared to prove that to you with a kiss.
You cannot change it. So Repent.
Take the power you have usurped and do some good with it. Everybody on this planet has a chance to redeem themselves.
I am now going to step away from the POTUS eligibility issue and move on with my life.
TRUE STORY
On Nov. 3, 2008, I went to SCOTUS to file my application for an emergency stay of the national election. I took a Greyhound bus from Baltimore to Washington, D.C. because I was afraid to use Amtrak where I would have had to present ID for a ticket. I took that bus to the Greyhound station in Washington DC and walked from there to Union Station.
I felt that my life was in danger because I knew that if I could get my case filed before 4:30PM, there was a chance, a remote but genuine chance, that if the SCOTUS rules were followed, my case could stop the general election. As you all know, the SCOTUS rules were not followed when a clerk tried to overrule the SCOTUS precedent from McCarthy v. Briscoe.
I had previoulsy felt the evil operate against my case in the NJ Appellate Division where I experienced sabotage I never thought possible. I felt the full force and power of the cult as it tried to stop my case from having proper procedural ground to move on to SCOTUS.
In the days leading up to Nov. 3, 2008… my cell phone and that of a family member were subjected to treachery that only somebody with serious power could have accomplished. Because of the dual attacks upon my sanity, I came to Washington D.C. with fear in my heart, but I was not about to stop. Nothing short of a bullet was going to stop me from filing that application on Nov. 3, 2008.
On the Greyhound bus to DC, I had made a plan to pay for a tourist trolley ticket to take me one stop from Union Station to SCOTUS. I figured I would be safer blending in with tourists rather than being alone.
Before leaving for DC the night before, I died my hair blond, shaved, put on rock and roll clothes and stuffed the copies of my application in a hole through the pockets of my jacket which hid the documents in my back.
I looked nothing like the attorney who had been in the Hughes Justice complex all week in New Jersey.
But I made one mistake.
I had my electronic passport in my sneaker. I walked into Union Station to purchase a $35 trolley ticket and probably set off an RFID tracker.
I waited outside of Union Station for the trolley. At approximately 2:45 PM, just after I had purchased my ticket inside the station, I was sitting next to a white homeless man with a grey beard in his 50’s. He had two shopping carts full of clothes, food, radio etc., apparently his life possessions. We were the only two people sitting on this stone circle just outside the station. Suddenly, the homeless man starts gibbering some kind of weird code. He sounded like this,
“Echo one four two seven, target is in the building, repeat target is in the building…”
Then he paused and I looked up and a big SUV had pulled up right next to us, and two BIG mofos in yellow gold shirts got out of the SUV, opened the back door and started putting on body armor and packing mega heat… all the while they are scouring the area for the “target”.
The homeless man is talking to them through a device in his battered shirtsleeve,
“No point in wasting time, I want to get paid for this, target is in the building… Ok, but I thought you might want to just get the target, repeat — target is in the building, target is in the building. Stop wasting time out here.”
He was mixing in code talk with things I could understand.
Finally, these Blackwater types in yellow who had no badges or official insignia head into Union Station carrying full weapons.
I’m having a heart attack. They looked straight at me at least twice but I looked like such a clown. If they were looking for the brown haired bearded intellectual looking lawyer guy who was in court that week there’s no way they would recognize me with shocking platinum hair in my face, a dayglo blue jacket, flared jeans and trainers.
I am a chameleon.
I also had no visible paperwork with me. It was in the back of my jacket and my back was pressed against the stone circle.
When they entered Union Station, the homeless guy turns towards me and hits a button on his cell device and suddenly he’s on speakerphone. The conversation is between him and some woman wherein he’s trying to get confirmation that his payment has been credited to his account. He gives me a sly look, and with that my trolley comes.
I get on the trolley and open my tourist brochure to cover my face. Then I have to sit there for five excrutiating minutes while various people discuss with the dirver whether they should take the tour tonight or tomorrow. Honestly folks, I thought right then and there, “Your life aint worth shit, Leo. You are a walking dead man.”
When I finally got to the steps of SCOTUS, I was prepared to have my head blown off walking up those steps. I was a ***** mess. Seriously. The paranoia was so intense. I even asked for official protection.
I don’t know if they were just trying to scare me, really meant to take me down, or if it was all a coincidence. I’m sure there’s a video tape of it somehwhere. This is 100% true.
After the case was filed, I was followed for weeks. I had choppers over my home every night for hours. It was the typical black helicopter story in spades. But my whole family witnessed the choppers night after night.
The cult knew my case was strong. And it eventually got on every major news network and brought the one issue they had kept silent to the forefront of the nation — the fact that Obama was a dual citizen at birth.
OK, so now he’s POTUS. Many people voted for him. The messiah vibe is an archetype people are prone to fall for. But Obama is not the Messiah. (And if they try to make him one, the “Obama Has A Twin” song will be a number 1 hit througout the land. Just kidding.)
There’s not going to be a one world religion.
It will never be allowed by the one true God. He doesn’t mind the diversity of truly pious people. He loves us all.
I worship Jesus, but I don’t believe Jesus will condemn those who don’t worship him as long as they are pious good people who follow the number one teaching. Love one another. Love your enemies.
Good luck, Obama. If you’re going to change something, then change the cult. You aint “the One”, but try to be a good President. The standard for being a good President isn’t very high.
Word Up.
Beware of charlatans.
Much love to all. And I mean all.
Leo C. Donofrio, Esq. Currently admitted to practice law in New Jersey and in Federal District Court.
If you're looking for "other signs of insanity," perhaps you need to re-read the "true story" posted above.
What's also remarkable about this story is that you don't need an ID to travel on Amtrak, at least out of Washington, D.C. I've ridden Amtrak out of DC before; there is an automated ticket counter, you walk up, buy your ticket, and off you go. The only time you ever see anyone is when the guy comes on the train to take your ticket.
Of course, that guy is probably a double-secret government agent that was going to shoot Donofrio with an undetectable poison dart, so I suppose it's a good thing that he decided to ride the Greyhound. Phew!
No you wouldn't. Anyone can walk up and hand in a brief; most clients aren't too keen to pay their lawyers $1000/hr to walk over to the Supreme Court building to file things. Heck, even FedEx files briefs. I've FedEx'd stuff to the Supreme Court before. ::Yawn::
Here's the deal: he had his passport in his shoe because he's crazy.
This one’s better, apparently you’re following my advice. No gross exaggerations, concise and to the point.
But improvement in your means of deception does nothing to address your moral dilemma—you need to stop deceiving in the first place.
Alinsky never got this, it was this flaw that defeated him.
Go on. Apparently you actually believe this. If Donofrio is right--that he had no hope of success in the "Cult's Courts" because of a conspiracy between the Supreme Court and Obama, then why would Obama need to kill him (or otherwise prevent him from filing the brief--which, again, I don't understand why he felt he needed to file it himself--in order to prevent him from filing his brief? The case was in the bag before it begun.
You speculate on what I really believe? While the uncertainty is somewhat of a nuisance for you, don’t spend too much time on it.
The greatest risk posed by Donofrio was that his actions could potentially bring awareness to the American people. Getting rid of him would eliminate this possibility, which had (and still has) the potential to stop everything in its tracks.
Oh my. Leo, the birther hero, turns out to be a little nutso. Who’d a thought? And when we point out the problems with this guy’s reasoning we get attacked. Oh the irony. :-)
Amazing isn't it?
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