Another
tape I did not hear was one allegedly made by the FBI, according to Ms. Gordon
and Ms. Rogers. I said, “If the FBI has a tape, tell them to come over and play
it.” The tape was supposedly of me and “Mr. McKinley.” If they meant “McGlinchey,
“I do not recall making any terroristic threats to Brian McGlinchey, who worked
for Vice President Joe Biden. I have to figure my detractors knew of Brian’s
background, so as with when I knew Ms. Orth and another set of wealthy street
people. Theoretically, a screenwriter may write about whatever he or she wants,
but only I have to call the Secret Service after it was made apparent to me my
screenplay had been stolen. I called their office in Seattle, because that is
the city that is destroyed by a stolen nuclear weapon in Screenplay #7, most of
which was written at the Goebel Center in Thousand Oaks. .
The
Secret Service said not to worry from the pay phones at the Alex Fiore Teen Center,
and now it is suddenly six years later. Screenplay sale? Book published? Not
without paying lawyers who have agreed to do the work. Seems I just exited a
bus at the same stop where your Diana Ortuno flat-out stated I am related to
Howard R. Hughes. Explain please why my property is again temporarily stored in
a shopping cart.
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