with a child’s heart
when I first came to fort meade, MD in October 1972, I had a little compact record player and I played this song over and over again.
Recently, when I finally figured out who my relations were [Richard Nixon– my grandfather and the sitting president at the time] I laughed and said to my current surveillance team, that I knew why the surveillance team back then was mad with me… I played this song night and day.
Things were hectic in my house at that time. I did not know why. I used to go to the hill overlooking my JR high and just sit quietly.
I had an easy back oven, a little sewing machine and more attention than I knew what to do with. I moved to Va when I finished school.
If you did not want me to know and then tell– why did you not leave me alone? I did not know.
Millions watching… and what I see? I see someone screaming. I am sorry. I know why he is screaming. My mother was screaming when I first heard this song years ago. I listened because I did not want her to scream.
Michael Jackson is about 2 years older than me. My birth certificate says 1959. I believe it is 1961. Actually Richard Nixon was not in the White House– he left for awhile.
This song has been with me for awhile. I hope you find your hill. Grandfather– I said no. My english ties– I said no. FBI– I said no. You are going to have to bring it or clean it up.
You took the prime of my life. Bring it. My mother said too ugly today. my mother disappoints me often. She claims not to read my blog. why would I put that in this blog? hoping that other idiots will not waste my time trying to knock me. I will only see a loser, you also did not watch your daughter cross a street and one of the girls get hit. I wish someone would tell all the trash that keeps twiddling its manhood in my direction I am to ugly.
I am angry because you gave him no choice. Pu–ss–ie– I will take you apart. promise.
Yes I did think she was talking about the kids I never had… but then wondered about zeta-jones– her top– and maybe she was not a pretty child. she made up for it. I am sorry we were used. If i were prettier I would not need to spend so much time tweaking. You go tweak you. I am happy to be me– just as I am. I am confident– I can look cute. And for my age– damn cute. by the way, again tell me why my sister throw my head into the cabinet? I had black eyes for a week. Why belabor this? You would be surprised at what losers will try. and I am tired of my time being wasted. 14 years and counting. I said no. I do not mind being ugly. I mind kissing your ugly whore’s azz and looking at your ugly d–i–c–k while you steal me blind. I like my ugly azz. I do not like yours. Babs you got to live and interfere in my banking business? Wow the pompous gods smiled on you- because I believe the FBI should throw your tail in jail– based on my own ugly experiences. Maybe you could take some of this hard up trash off my hands? It should not make a difference in the world of ugly, right? And you want to know the really amazing part? the dork really thought I was going to service him. FBI– that will be jailed nigger trash. Promise. Katie– you bend. I do not.
I do not like women because of my mother. They are conniving, pretend they are smarter than they are, treat me like an idiot and waste my time. My mother said– I did not want my arm set when I went to the hospital. This long after the visit. Why would I have had her take me if I did not want the arm set? Either she snapped with worry long ago or she and the dork give themselves way too much of my credit. I do not like that Reagan’s nigger son. He nor his kids should have their nose in my business. Sweetie that goes for you too. Julie– no one and I mean no one from the Nixon side should even think about it. I will make you wish you were a reagan. You are not that smart. Mind your own business and my business is not your business. You want something to do? Find out why the trash in Maryland thinks I would even go near it– when I have lived here a lot of years and never go near it. It must be those IQs.
Round up anyone that says I have been with them. Anyone. Men, women, kids. Round them up. Surveillance, hope they are not your kids. It may look like you are trying to triple dip– steal from me, have me service you and get paid by the government because I am actually related to white house folks. Keep putting your no class azz in my face. You will not be single dipping.
Female– Save your crap for someone else. Coward– go find your female. FBI– I SAID NO. And I am tired of Maryland’s trash. It has a problem with its dick and the ugly loud bitch bunch that never gets– I really mean no.
I do not know what happened with Michael Jackson. I just think you screwed him. I would believe him. I wanted my arm set. And then you said I was too ugly to have a life? Kids? Oh FBI– Babs should not have done that.
I had a brain, I could afford to be ugly. Just wondering why I get so much male attention? The ugly bothering me? No– I am stunned someone would try to use it as an excuse. I will take me. Allow me to repeat… do not hit on me. I am not going to be flattered. Try your whore. I bet I have had more hits than her. I think it is my style. I dress like a tart? Did you want to see my suits again?
lets make babs a little better looking– hillie and lynny. They are the pompous trash to just take my life– because they have hard earned big azzes and no necks. did their husbands do that? I was celebrant learning c. who did the clintons want to clone? not sure– but I don t think it was my ugly azz. I do not owe pompous trash– huh, lynn?
I am tired of your trash– interfering in my life and business. I do not even like pompous first ladies. I said no. Find a court room and get out of my business.