It took me 5.1 months to realize this (I’m an optimist, but I can no longer continue to give criminals the benefit of the doubt), but it has finally become clear to Yours Truly that every person I’ve chronicled in this blog since August of 2022 up until now – and then some – has been connected in the latest chapter of racketeering, and organized crime, in the saga that has been my life thus far..
After being assaulted and threatened by Silvester Brownlee (formerly referred to in this blog as “Bramford”) at Our Father’s House Soup Kitchen yesterday, I am no longer going to the soup kitchen. It’s run by racketeers anyway. True, the food was copious, free, and good, but after “Miss Katie” – the proprietor there – failed to call for help, or even chastise Silvester in any way yesterday, I can no longer ignore the hostile framework of the racketeers that run the place. They are not for me, not at all, and are disappointed and angry that I have seen through their hustle and publicly called them out on it.
Dear Reader, they have all been working together.
Silvester very cleverly (this is how they operate) “love-bombed” me in November after Judy McCormick (formerly referred to in this blog as “Irene”) accused me of making a pass towards her. He very ingeniously flattered me, telling me that he saw God in me, etc (the devil really studies people of God, and shapeshifts according to what we want to see in people), he shared his desire to find a good wife, someone he could trust, etc. While I told him multiple times that I did not feel romantically inclined towards him, I was flattered and believed the best of him. When one older, drug addicted prostitute (acting? Who knows?) called Tuesday told me, on the free green bus, that she knew where I slept and would find me one night using “gasoline and a match, bitch”, he gave her a verbal dressing down like I had never seen. It was quite good, and was one of the fiercest roasts of someone I’d ever seen. (Of course, she was in on it, but I really didn’t know that then.) He positioned himself in between myself and everyone else in the criminal gang who was threatening me or being nasty towards me – which was just about everyone back then. Everyone became summarily nicer to me due to my “relationship” with him, even though I continually insisted to everyone that it was just a “Godly friendship”. (Yes, I know. How embarrassing. The guy is a total reptile.)
Oh yeah, these buses are another aspect to this whole racket, by the way, so these crime bosses can limit and organize my travel, just like they did during my stay at Ocean Sleaze Breeze rehab in Pompano Beach (now it’s gone, like so many other “institutions” these wannabe Goodfellas have hustled me into over the years) and now there’s a company there called, Vector Construction , which I hadn’t needed, but where uncle Eugene had tried to park us after he’d murdered our mother to try to begin liquidating and transferring our assets.
Just like the staff and many students at the various schools I have been employed at, and the jobs I have worked at, including (most recently) Anthony’s Coal Fired Pizza. Just like the staff at Hampton Inn, and just like a corrupt faction of BSO and the Pompano Beach Municipal Services, who have maintained a united, fascist front to block me from accessing what is rightfully mine, due to my bloodline and their prejudice against it.
As I stated on my other social media platforms this week, the revelations that the Nazi Shine family of Florida, Colorado, and New Jersey (Joyce, Jimmy, Connor, Judy, and others) has been behind this latest chapter of the attempts to target me for my blood line. I guess they just hadn’t had enough from sterilizing my mother, and then murdering my father, and Uncle Jack (who they’d poisoned with radioactive waste for a number of years), murdering my mother, and then making me homeless last year.
Two different soup kitchen actors attendees have displayed clothing labels indicating the Shine family involvement: One eccentric young black man who wears his dreadlocks tied on top of his head in a shirt, and the label SHEIN was sticking out of it:
Then I’d seen another guy with a tee shirt advertising this nearby business, which I used to go to (before Broward County towed away my Nissan Altima for an expired registration sticker – another of their Nazified steps in their attempts to disenfranchise and depersonalize Yours Truly):
“You work for the Shines?” I said.
“Yeah”, he replied.
“You know they’re Nazis,” I said.
“I know,” he said, somewhat resignedly.
So once I figured out Silvester was just another pimp ass clown running game on me and had crime bosses that were likely Jesuit affiliated (disappointing, but not shocking, since I now recognize patterns), I basically ended the friendship. I’m essentially done with him.
He put cheap ass dollar twenty five plastic sunglasses in front of me and I politely handed them back to him and said no thanks, I didn’t want anything that came from him. He revealed his true pimp colors and proceeded to backhand slap the Fiji water bottle out of my hand, then threatened me, and demanded that I take my stuff out of “his” suitcase that his crime bosses he had given me:
https://mariachicat.wordpress.com/2022/12/29/such-a-little-thing-makes-a-big-difference/
We approached “Miss Katie” of the soup kitchen and she did nothing to call for help or anything. Her solution?
“I’ll get you another suitcase,” she crowed. That’s it, we’d thought. They work together. Fuck them all.
I called the cops – of course, they had their corrupt Keystone Kops at the ready that came and “responded” to the call (see my TikTok).
We also documented this latest experience via email to George Berlenge at First Baptist Church:
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Hi George,
I hope you’re doing okay.
I ended my friendship with Silvester and there was an incident several hours ago at the food kitchen at Our Father’s House: He’d tried to gift me with a pair of sunglasses, and I politely but firmly told him no thank you, I didn’t want it.
He proceeded to forcefully backhand slap my water bottle which I’d been drinking from out of my hand, then threatened me: “Then give me back my suitcase, take all your shit out of it and give it back to us.”
Miss Katie did NOTHING to help us or call BSO….we did so ourselves, but as we did not just fall off the turnip truck, we know they are all part of the same crime syndicate and expected no real help. I told them I want a restraining order against them and (they did this when I was asking for protection from Michael Sparano, another gangstalker in their crime syndicate from Waterford Point, my old residence, who I was being harassed by) told me that the protocol was I’d need to go to the courthouse, fill out x, y, and z….so yeah.
Silvester told me that he would “pay someone 50 dollars to put a bullet in my ass” and etc, etc. That I “f—ed” with the wrong one,” etc. (As if I ever f—ed with him, not the other way around.) Some other stuff too that I’m too polite to repeat here.
I don’t know if one of you over there might be able to take me to fill out the requisite forms?
I just want to go get my lunch and stuff without being harassed by these people.
Notwithstanding, I’d love to give him back his (geotagged – we know that he was given these suitcases to give to us by his crime bosses) stupid suitcase, so if there is still a comparable option that you have on hand, please let us know when we can get it.
We don’t want anything more to do with him.
Thanks!
Maria (Mary)
“Miss Katie” of Our Father’s House Soup Kitchen (blond on the left).
Seriously, as I write this blog I’m already getting warning emails not to publish. What, I should stay quiet so the guilty can stay comfortable? I was never anything but nice to all of these people!
In the spirit of the title of this blog, and in recognizing that we, the true Israelites, should not jump for joy when offered crumbs that these Jesuit/Masonic/Club of Rome pagans looted, killed, and stole for from our homes, that they are just giving back to us, while grandstanding (take a look at the website, it’s hilarious) that they’re actually doing good in the community, as of yesterday I can no longer claim that this seemingly mild-mannered woman gives a shit about me or anyone she claims to be helping.
She is all about the Benjamins, and I’ve seen her promote the vaccine at her soup kitchen and they push masks and rosaries on people like they have an agenda – which they obviously do.
I should not have to JUMP FOR JOY for the things that I’m already entitled to, that they’ve looted, and stolen from me (in addition to being complicit in the murders of my family members.)
This is a whole traveling circus around me, a bunch of deluded criminals who think that they should still have access to me.
Her eyes sparkled with glee when she’d seen that I was in distress when Silvester was pimp-style threatening me.
Um yeah Silvester, I’m not the one – you’re confusing me with one of the hoes in your racket. We’re not about that life. We don’t (knowingly) associate with career criminals.
Hilariously, after we’d gone back to get our lunch (that was all we were really there for anyway), one of Silvester’s “friends”, a black man in tie dye, asked me if I was “done with the smart talk now”. Huh? “What does that even mean?” we asked. No response.
I hope you get arrested soon for your ongoing deception, duplicity, and straight up evil – or at least for pushing the vaccine and racketeering. If there is any justice in this world, you will.
For now, enjoy your staged tableaus without me – I’mma close the whole damn store on you. Bye!