Praegitzer and Siberia

Talking about orkin men of which i just wrote and my apparent "inability to keep a job".

I once had a job through a temporary agency at a firm named Praegitzer in Hillbsoro i guess (it's been more than 20 years since). Before year 2000 when i was still full of hope and American dream (maybe i should turn this into a blog post maybe if i could remember the date) and exact place.

So i think it was Manpower who sent me there, after an hours long screening process which included hand eye coordination and elementary math. But i think the first time i signed with Manpower was about this time of August 1995 in Salem. There i did a hand eye coordination test they said it was too accurate (off the scale) and they didn't hire me for Wafertech.

So i go there (at Praegitzer) in a Friday, there was this big meeting only for perms and i was in a different room with a guy who was adjusting some electronic receivers. When i say adjusting, i say, literally moving wires and bending walls between different compartments of several receivers which were about twice the size of a car stereo while looking at a scope. It seemed the guy was in a hurry to ship those. They gave me something to do, i can't remember now, and from time to time i was hearing the owner (old man Praegitzer) talking yelling something at the meeting with a bad accent that was adding to my lack of advanced English or so i thought, cause the only word i could understand, repeating like every minute or so, was Siberia, and then the public (about 50 persons, by the noise) applauded (not to be confounded with uploaded).

Towards the end of the day (why do i remember it was an evening) the guy told me those were receivers for a security firm or security of cell phones firms that were able to recognize the analog signature of a specific cell phone, like a fingerprint. That was again in 1996 or something.

Anyways. Here came the end of the day, it was a Friday, the guy with the receivers didn't say anything, or said see you Monday or something like that, everything seemed fine, didn't get any message from the temp firm, and i came back Monday.

However, on Monday when i went there, there was no more Praegitzer logo on the wall. I tried to enter, nobody. I contacted the temp agency who told me the company moved over the weekend and forgot to tell me about. They said i shouldn't bother to go next day to the next location.

Here is an old news article about Praegitzer since 1997. Dallas based? this is where i lived my first month in 1995 at Julian Mart who could actually have been Gregorian. Julian Mart apparently knew about this guy, back then i was telling him everything i was doing. (Me living in Dallas next to Salem created a lot of confusion among my relatives in Romania who thought i lived in Dallas Texas).

Julian even took us to a place called Southfork (next to a local river). In the picture. Most likely Veronica Mart (don't know the Hungarian name, right) next to "George Hârșovescu, the Romanian pilot from Salem" (Gyula Szombathy).

This is just an example. At every job i went to, short or long, i don't believe i met with normal people but always actors. One of the best examples is Axl Rose at AVX Vanvouver, former, current Kyocera, where he has been my supervisor for almost one year (but he was working part and floating time, only a few hours a day, always different).

AVX and Axl has some name similarity. I even have a picture with him since. His live stage name was also Orville Oster, and anagram of Oster ir Roset. Another guy i remember there, Tom Green, could have been General Greene who i think was killed in Afghanistan, shortly after i mentioned his name. The guy from Inner Circle, a fellow tech who didn't know the size of Allen wrenches in fraction of inches, black, fat, braids and everything. David Espasandin, day shift supervisor who could have been Major Omar Haisan. Not last and not least, Mădălina Ghenea, by the name of Elena Andrei, whom i met back in 97. Though in 97 Mădălina Ghenea was officially 9 years old and in reality was probably 16 posing as a 22-23.

Others are William Shatner (by the name Shanon), Leonardy Nimoy (Tom Allan), Cameron Diaz, others at Quadramed, including Macy Gray. Yes, the song was about me, the title of my first program in object oriented Delphi and my constant shortness of breath due to nasal congestions due to all kinda witchcraft.

Refrigerator Ultrasound Pollution

There are only a few scientists in the world that study ultrasound pollution, which is real.

"Our results indicate that on the William & Mary campus, ultrasound noise exists between 20 to 55 kHz and at an intensity between 13 to 78 dB SPL. In addition, we identified motion sensors as the primary source of ultrasound noise. Based on student use of surveyed campus spaces, we concluded that William & Mary students are chronically exposed to ultrasound noise pollution and are potentially suffering from the symptoms associated with industrial ultrasound exposure. The prevalence of motion sensors in public spaces outside the William & Mary campus suggests that ultrasound noise pollution may be ubiquitous."

Just because we can't hear them we can't deny ultrasounds exist and accompany almost every sound.

"There's no single culprit for ultrasonic waves, Leighton said. A number of machines make them totally unintentionally. Some loudspeakers play them during test cycles. And Leighton said he's found manufacturers of those sorts of devices that are interested in his research and fixing their ultrasonic problems. Other industries, though, like the makers of devices designed to keep away pests from yards and basements, are more resistant."

And BTW, this event occured after i started to complain about refrigerator's pollution with ultrasound. Can't find it now, was most likely on g+ and now it's gone.

"The most famous supposedly ultrasonic event occurred when American diplomats in Cuba suffered a strange constellation of symptoms that officials initially attributed to some sort of ultrasonic weapon. And although the claim hasn't held up under scrutiny, that was perhaps not entirely nutty; the most severe symptoms of ultrasonic-wave exposure do include headaches, tinnitus and hearing loss similar to what the U.S. diplomats encountered in Cuba. (Leighton, like most scientists, is skeptical that ultrasonic weapons were actually involved in that event.)"

Why would only the plastic wheel of a refrigerator next to the expansion valve become brittle and brake?

Ultrasound can do a number of things, including cleaning. There are firms that clean the dust from your blinds with ultrasound. Others can unclog pipes. When i worked at AVX Vancouver we had an broken ultrasound cleaning machines for the sorting plates (that i tried to fix). But you had to add some abrasive dust in the water so the ultrasound will agitate it and rub it against the surface to clean it.

There are also reports that medical ultrasound devices can cause long term damage:

"Recent studies have reported the use of ultrasound-assisted lipoplasty on the breast4 and the extraction of high volumes of fat. Emphasis should be placed on the long-term effects of ultrasound-assisted lipoplasty on young patients when sensitive areas such as the head, neck, and breast are treated and when high-intensity ultrasound energy is applied in close proximity to major blood vessels and nerves."

Many DIYers know what an expansion valve is. Is a device that allows the controlled turning of the freon from liquid to gas inside the coils of a refrigerator. You can't possibly have missed the hissing sound, among many other sounds of the refrigerator. Especially the old ones with not so many fans. There is a continous high frequency sound that is on for as long the compressor works. That is the sound of the freon passing from the narrow passage of the expansion valve.

But first let's bring some numbers from a... Russian engineer in refrigeration (the first site i found the information after hours of searching, have to use history of my browser to find it, i first did a lot of reading before i started this blog post).

"In general, to ensure the return of oil from the circuit to the compressor crankcase and acceptable pressure losses, the flow rate in the gas main should be at least 4 meters per second for horizontal sections and at least 6 meters per second for upstream sections. To avoid unacceptably high noise levels, the maximum allowable gas flow rate is limited to 15 meters per second."

I know this is intuitive only but how much faster do you thing the gas passes through the orifice of the valve if the speed on the line is 8 m/s ? Could it go near the speed of sound, which usually is the speed of which a gas passes through an orifice from a high pressure to a low pressure chamber?

Couldn't find anywhere data on ultrasound refrigerator pollution but i know the one in our apartment has a cardboard, not plastic cover in the rear and if i take that one out i start to feel uncomfortable and the plastic wheel of the fridge in that corner broke.

What i wrote above is bad enough by itself. Now imagine you go on the beach and come back and bring some sand in your shoes. My only shoes have been designed like a sand magnet. Sketchers with some sort of fabric/mesh on top. Nobody would believe me that i can never find acceptable shoes if i go in stores.

And here's the other thing. I wrote about many times before. The Tualatin Refuge. It's the ex-site of a farm or two farms, dairy and pigs, not sure. Sherwood developed enough for things to go ugly with the farms. So they shut them down and turned them into a Wildlife Refuge. It's been almost three decades since they shut those farms and during hot summer days it still stinks like a pig pool in there. Especially after they went into the final phase of restoration, built an artificial wet land and eradicated the lavender that was planted there temporarily. But soon after i started to go out and walk, around 2012 i think (after i wrote the first time in a blog post about the possibility of identical match between two singers of Romania and two of US) they came and poured new gravel on the 4 miles of trails. I complained about this many times before. Some sort of basaltic gravel made mostly of quartz (SiO2 or glass) with other minerals. However they allowed their own heavy SUVs to go on the trails and those broke the gravel and turned it partially to a fine, abrasive, dust. That i carry on my shoes and bring it home. That is risen from shoes and shaken by the ultrasound component of the hissing expansion valve with pour sound insulation (like the abrasive dust inside an ultrasound cleaning machine). Which i inhale, then it gets eliminated from lungs into esophagus and irritates it to the point it becomes painful and infected, in synergy with my wrongfully designed partial dentures.

After i moved in Tualatin and started to walk in this park they brought in the same type of gravel, only finer and poured it on perfect trails, exactly like at the Refuge and now i remembered, at Tryon around the same time like at the Refuge.

That infection inflames the nearby lymph nodes that press on the pancreatic and liver ducts, making it difficult for pancreatic and liver secretions to be emptied in the duodenum.

On top of that, there is also an ultrasound component of the squeak coming from joints between the floor and the studs on the ceiling. Which squeak is tightly correlated with my activities (if i use the computer, which sites i open, which news i see, what i write). The on-demand supplement.

I believe no other then me has been most at the refuge. Because i go there several times a week and never see the same people twice.

Same goes for room AC, though stronger. However. Water condensates on the cool fins of the AC and that water catches some of the dust.

None of these would happen if we didn't have these giants mestubushi in our homes. But for me, they created the perfect storm. Dusty gravel, shoes, redwood, partials. BTW, did i say the partials have been built in a Japanese lab?

Ruby Wednesday

They simply know how to pick their timing. Last Sunday i started to fill out (on line, it is possible now) a small claim in the Washington County Court regarding the real reason for failure and recalls of the Hyundai. My car did not fall under recall of course because for some reason they didn't have engine seizures for this type. That third party web site where i was filing, right after i was done that is describing the issues, they asked me to electronically sign and testify under penalty of perjury that did my best efforts to recover my loss (from the plaintiff). So i sent without much hope an email to Hyundai Motor America with a copy of that description and they of course asked me first to talk on the phone, they picked a moment when i was driving, got the message when i got home and also an email basically saying the vehicle is out of warranty which is obvious.

Ever since i started the claim, they scheduled (AI, endless parade) Kia Souls to drive in front of me besides SUBARUs of which i complained about the name. Sub are you, that is subhuman. And the logo. One big star at the NW (New White Shinto) and 5 little ones scattered in the rest of it.

BTW today i was passing under the light signals on Marti-nazzi St in Tualatin and all of a sudden i had a revelation. (The shape of the poles and horizontal bars with the signs intrigued me from the beggining where i came to US cause though very efficient they require much engineering to stay in place over the years, being a very "unnatural" type of design). But to me the shape with the name Martinazzi on it now figures both a half gate and also a hanging pole.
So i got home and instead writing this blog post which (will, when i'm done) contain very important informations abut my activities and others' regarding my last matches.

So i took an advice today and tried to go to Tryon instead of Refuge. I recon the hills provide more opportunities for exercising, i already had some sun to grow a bit levels of Vitamin D for this summer (your body accumulate that and stores it for months to come). However, got into trouble right after i arrived and Boones Ferry entrance. Forgot to say, when i left, i went in the back, took the picture with the sign, i knew i had my truck in the back, no reason to turn at the door and then i remembered i didn't look for new canine gifts around door, turned around only to see the woman with the red hair, of the same height and physical constitution with the Latina from F3 with the chair yesterday getting in her car to leave. Another avatar of Szabolcs i said to myself and went back to get my truck and go to the park. Forgot many details like LPNs and logos on the freeway, i forgot to take Boones Ferry, that would have given me some delay since all that area in Lake Oswego is under construction (lots of areas under construction around here lately). At the entrance in the refuge i pulled the bottle of water i  had with me, wasn't fitting in any pocket and i just drank some and put the rest back in the car. That delay was enough for the guy with curly red hair and bear and a dog (a gray terrier i think) to come by on foot up the street. He looked at me, sort of embarrassed like, a couple of times, while i was plainly staring at him. Cause he was again Szabolcs. He passed my car and stopped at the entrance of the trail showing his back and had a chance to take a good look at his constitution. That is thinking what chances i had if i gotten into a fight with him. Though athletic, back and hands were more like women's with strong torso and legs. And when i looked at the legs, i saw under shorts hairs that were grayish but not red. I thought to myself, if he can fight then his strength must be in his kicks and some unknown ninja tricks. I was thinking later. The man allowed his body to grow like this over the years for the sole purpose of looking like a woman, for easier disguise, his specialty. Cause here in the complex he's already got at least 4 women's avatars. (S..., they came with the blowers and i forgot to water the dust around building).

Ok so i just got back at the wheel, turned around, and drove to where he came from only to see a road closure and a detour sign. I looked at the bridge they were re-building and said to myself. Can't be more than half mile detour (BTW why don't they write how many miles the detour is, it would be very easy to calculate now with google maps and everything). So i followed the signs, drove about 3 miles and got at the intersection of Terwilliger and Boones, coming from west this time of course.

Should have been distracted by something and instead of following Terwilliger where i was driving on i took a right again on Boones and went down the road until i met of course with the other road block. Then i wanted to take a picture of the road block, pulled my phone, took a picture through the dirty windshield (BTW got to wash t his truck sometime) and when i wanted to open the window to take a clearer picture i realized there was this brick red SUV behind me. I thought he was waiting for me to make an U-turn so he can do his, gave up on taking that picture and started to turn only to see him in my peripheral vision that he started to make a left turn on the street perpendicular to Boones and was on collision course. He didn't make more than 3 ft when i saw him and of course i stopped and he stopped in that very instant and we were kinda face to face through windows and window was down like mine and had a change to take a good look at him and i'm 90% sure it was our Joe Biden. Red tanned, looking better than in the pictures (like i heard about Obama) he never lost his nerve, he said hi and smiled, but next to him i saw an old lady that went so frustrated by the fact it didn't work and she looked exactly like Barbra Bush. But couldn't have been cause she's dead, right? How about the actress who did her?

Of course my phone was on the seat next to me, these cameras work quite good in good light when you want to take a picture like for your memories, but are slow to start in situations like these, it didn't even cross my mind in that second. All i got is time and location from the picture with the road block.

So he was just staying there when i turned around and turned right on Terwilliger. I went at the Terwilliger entrance of the park, but most except a few spots next to curb were taken. I saw at least 4-5 cars with many kids getting out, all kinda slow motion with adults giving me strange looks. So i just left and drove back on Terwilliger. On the overpass waiting at the light signal for Barbour (99). I was maybe the 7th car in the row, the guys coming from opposite direction where giving me all kinda theatrical looks, like scared, worried, it turned green but first guy wouldn't move until somebody from behind me honked. It finally did but i'm pretty sure the guy in front of me and i passed on red. But the guy in front of me was again a brick red SUV and slowed unexpectedly while i was staring at the red light but stopped in time not to hit him.

Other that that. Got to pass again through 2 red/speed camera intersections on 99, i was careful to memorize how i did it and got at the refuge.

As i was parking a guy in a black t-shirt and his wife, both looking angry came and got in the SUV in front of me and left. As he climbed at the wheel i had a chance to see the back of this black T-shirt that was covered on his length by a thin white rectangle with something written in the middle, a bible quote starting with God is my Lord, whith huge letters. It reminded me of the bible studies in Ron Boger's house back in 97, of Ron Boger his wife Mary and i started to get mad and... i forgot my phone on the seat of the truck.

Entered the refuge and i saw the bush with blue flowers had the flowers more open then ever ans sun was behind a cloud and bush was bright and everything and wanted to take a picture but realized my phone is in the truck, and went back and picked it (3 minutes walk).


Then on the trail i met with a woman that first i though was Meryl Streep but when she said an aggressive hi and smiled at me i realized she was younger.

I continued walking and after a mile or so i heard a military jet. Haven't heard one of those since i posted a match with a colonel here at the base. Then i've been thinking. They could have messed with my phone while i walked 3 minutes on the trail without it etc..

Fake Doctors I Know About

I once knew, again, at Woodland Park hospital in 2002-2003 a doctor named Hiren Rana, psychiatrist. By his face and badge when i saw him at the nursing station and name on the duty board. I remember in the last day at my second stay they just admitted a very obese woman who could not move from her chair. Shortly after they took her into her room i saw them at the nursing station acting in a way like she passed away. I think i heard a few words. My English back then was still limited. I picked one word though. Pancreatitis.

Then when i went at a dr.'s office in Lake Oswego, back then named Doctor's (urgent care) i got to see a dr.Vandana Rana whom i thought was the wife of dr.Hiren Rana. (Not to be confused with dr.Vandana Bindal whom i saw at an office on Allen Blvd in Beaverton, those were times when i saw lots of doctors, maybe once a week). Now i know the reasons, i picked another batch from around the building today. But cigarette smoke is just a cover, the reasons are other smokes.

So i went to dr.Vandana Rana, on a short notice or no appointment at all. I remember it was around a Christmas or New Year's day, i felt very sick, and when she showed up of course i was expecting to see an Indian looking doctor, like the other Vandana in Beaverton. However i saw something looking like this.

Though i was exercising half hour to one hour daily those days, i wasn't looking exactly like Schwarzenegger, but it thought she threw some glances at my "muscles" when i took my shirt off, and made other lascivious gestures. In the end she told me to go home and eat something. During those days i already had some stains on my legs and i believe my diabetes or pancreatitis was on already.

Can't remember exactly, i will try to pull it off my records, a year or two later or after i saw in the news that dr.Lisa Masterson quit the show i went back to the same office, i believe it already changed its name to AFC, asked again to see dr.Vandana and when she entered the office i saw this.

Though this person looked more like a doctor (now i'm not sure anymore, there is a bit of attitude on her face) it intrigued me enough to give up the appointment. In fact i think it was then when i started to stop seeing doctors. I would just endure the "anxiety attacks", taking by blood pressure, oxygen level and maybe going for some air. Again in Lake Oswego i was gathering pounds of dog poo weekly from around the building.

About my adventure with dr.Emilia Bertani at Providence Immediate Care in Tigard i wrote in a separate blog post.

I believe both episodes contributed to me starting the match thing. I think i remembered other things from the past and started putting them together.

Years later, one day i was searching for faces (by now systematically, with lists from one or two countries only) i ran into a face that looked familiar, from  TV (nose, ears look bigger or smaller according to focal length, age).

But i think it was after i found this guy

And way before this one.
Anyways. Of all the most i hate dr. Kenneth Erickson. I was introduced to him by "a common friend", Ron Boger, a guy whom i met at BNC who looked like Leslie Nielsen. He was acting weird from the start. I was trying to describe to him on the phone my "symptoms" (in fact, symptoms created by bad environment, a stinky apartment and other controlled stimuli that were driving me nearly psychotic) and he told me "i can't play doctor on the phone". Should i had been more familiar with English language and American culture, i would have stopped the conversation in that second. I was at the end of a very bad period, 2002, after i had a very painful endoscopy, with light sedation (done without my knowledge) when "doctor Parent", don't know if an ordinary guy or actor can be trained to stick a 10 mm endoscope through your throat, it was dark in that room, could have been someone else in his place, i counted 16 pinches for biopsies i didn't ask for, i felt a very sharp pain a couple of times and then after a week or so i realized i had two broken ribs that were never diagnosed or documented.

So dr. Erickson admitted me at Woodland Park about a month after my ribs have healed for a simple nose congestion, malaise, and soon my hell began. I had this nose congestion that wouldn't let me sleep i didn't know about. I was chocking all the time without realizing and all i had to do was open my mouth and breath like i do now. He would see me daily and had this attitude, like, "you are now paying for everything". (I remember now, i had a psychiatrist, after, dr. Welch who sent me a letter while i was in Romania in 2004, it was conceived actually more for Angela, basically saying, "George, you are too crazy, and can't see you anymore, you're driving me nuts"). It was a real torture. At times i thought i was going to die. I even called the chaplain one day when walls seemed moving because of very high blood pressure, who said, "George, maybe you are dying and should really let go". And the stomach pain that never went away. So after the first two weeks i went back to the ER at Providence and they sent me back to Woodland Park but i was assigned to a different dr. (Collier, a woman, part native American with again a very vengeful attitude and i caught Christmas and New Year in there) and then i went to Riles Center, a more relaxed place but that is another story.

And the assistant who looked like Carrie Fisher (an old woman already at the time). A real bitch. "Independently wealthy" she said. One Sunday, the lunch room was full of visitors and i was sitting with her at the same table and she told me who i was denying using drugs (as per her earlier question), "George, if you are saying so, why your tests [for drugs] come always positive" and for some reason i understood exactly the opposite and i didn't say anything after.

I remember there was another patient, a small but not old and still attractive woman who from time to time would fall on the floor, head first. And those days when they came at my window in the street to brake pavement with a pneumatic hammer driving me nuts.

And every time i was hearing Trans Siberian Orchestra on TV in the lunch (common) room playing that Christmas song, it was driving me nuts as well. Like every note hurt. Years after, that song was still traumatizing for me, every time i heard it.

And that male therapist who one day told me he sold everything, bought and RV and went for a long trip knowing he had some money in the market when the market crashed. He told that to me like i was guilty.

(I now remember at Riles Center there was this young therapist named Michelle, i think she was too young to be a therapist, looking of course like Michelle from Glee who one day took me for a long walk in the street - i could barely move back then - and another day we went alone in a room in the center where there was a computer and i tried to explain to her what is internet and i even made quickly a web site and uploaded one of her pictures on it. And the older assistant who told me later: "You amazed Michelle with your bubbly personality!". Michelle seemed very nice, young, sexy and embarrassed, it was after Riles Center that i started my walks in parks, cause i realized i was almost paralyzed, for staying in home for years and not moving, prior to that).

I checked today and i found of course an office belonging to dr. Erickson that has a phone number, i guess i could make an appointment but what if i see the same dr. Harrisson and still can't prove anything after i get out? There is one clue though, it's got a fb page attached to it that hasn't been updated since 2016.

In fact, i wrote this blog post trying to remember and systematize all my memories cause i'm thinking about suing. In small claims, cause i know i'll never find a lawyer.

But then i was thinking about Angela. She's got even more reasons to sue. Wrong direction radiation therapy leading to early menopause and shrinking other things in 2004. How could the doctor who operated her for cancer, many others, in 2004 have missed ASD which is since birth. I myself right now, after "training" on some web sites with heart sounds i could diagnose a person for ASD after a few seconds of listening to their heart with a stethoscope. 3 extra surgeries after open heart for "forgotten" wires. And after last one, Angela told me today she had never had an X-ray to confirm the last 2 wires were indeed removed.

Ok so i finally came to the point. What do i do. First, i don't know if i can call witnesses in small claims. But if i could, then what? Call both dr. Ericskon and dr. Ford in the same time? And what if a dr. Ericskon shows but is not the same in this picture above, like it happened to me when i went to see again dr. Vandana Rana and he identifies to the court as dr. Erickson?

As for Angela. It's been over two years and can't sue for malpractice either. But if the doctor (surgeon) is not who he says he is but an actor (and of course somebody else operated in his place) is not malpractice, right? Is something else. Can it be attempted murder, torture?

I remember Angela came home after surgery in 2016, was on Oxycodone and saw the clipped wires coming out from the suture and she remembered dr. Jerry Swanson earlier that day pulled a piece of suture from there and she nearly pulled the wires that were tied to her heart thinking they were sutures?

I went earlier that day with her and dr. Jerry Swanson took us in an office with medical supplies and pulled a kit and tried to grab the piece of hanging suture with some sutures and his hands where shaking like one inch to the right and left and it took several attempts to do it. How could he had done the surgery?

And why dr. Swanson kept tell me, George, you have to think about your happiness while trying to i introduce me a nurse or assistant in a white robe who looked exactly like

days after Angela's surgery when she was hanging by a thread in her 1500 dollars a day room with a stinking toilet and high on opiates?

Official Complaint Against City of Tualatin, Others

Is it illegal to pretend to be someone else? No, but it's a minor offence. Because it's their main tool.

I went outside to check the plants on the patio (if they need watering) and i saw in the distance an older woman in black that by the walk and posture looks again like the same Anshu Christa Jacobson.

I hereby complain that Hungarian citizens Szabolcs Seszták (b 1975), actor, acting as Chief of Tualatin Police Bill Steele and István Vörös (b 1964) acting as Mayor of Tualatin Frank Bubenik are committing numerous crimes against me an my wife. Basically Szabolcs Seszták using all kinda of actor disguises appears in the complex in multiple roles, starting with the handy-woman (maintenance technician), different neighbors upstairs, other neighbors. Basically the whole complex is a stage, all neighbors being actors, other artists (writers, painters), guests from Hungary. Invasion of privacy, contaminating hour environment, sleep control and deprivation, heavy influencing our activities.

Apparently Szabolcs Seszták has been in the US for a long time acting as a ninja instructor in Kansas City (as Chris, Christa Jacobson), possibly having done some training in Japan in the past.

Coincidentally this would not be possible if governor Kate Brown would not be herself a Hungarian impostor, by the name Katalin Fráter (b 1958) and Portland Mayor Ted Wheeler a Hungarian impostor named Tamás Puskás (b 1959).

I wrote this complaint here because i don't know where to file it. Last time i went to FBI Portland to complain about neighbors in Lake Oswego (At nr.9 from time to time was appearing as owner Hungarian opera singer Viktória Mester (b 1977), one of the LOPD officers seemed to be also an impostor, who might have been President of Hungary himself, Janos Ader), i got to talk to politician Ocasio Cortez, others, acting as FBI agents who was threatening and dismissed my complaints as not being a matter of National Security and also suggesting i was crazy and if i stick to it i just might be locked up, again.

Rented building of FBI Portland, near PDX airport also appear to be property of a Las Vegas developer with ties to the mob named Molaski.

Added on 08/10/2020

Two of the kids in this image with Bill Steele, now several years more grown up, i believe also from Hungary, were present today in the backyard as i was leaving for Refuge (it was perfectly predictable, i went there every day before sunset when i was home and weather permitted during last week or so) and i was taking pictures of the door sign through living window. I do this instead of memorizing the position of the sign every time i leave and come back. First visible face from left, last with hand in mouth. The one on the left showed up many times over the years when i was working on cars and passed real close.