Speaking of a public dirty laundry game, connected to a subliminal hypnotist who can really make your head spin. If you know of anyone who wants to make an animated TV series that is based on a single picture, I have a fantastic show about a carnival sideshow freak, routinely biting the heads off of chickens for a laugh, who looks an awful lot like Letterman. I don’t know how funny it would be to quickly change the context of this picture in order to reveal those heads are actually laying on a railroad track, next to a big steal boxcar wheel, connected to a list of stalking charges Letterman filed with the police, but I could have sworn that Letterman has used sucker punch routines on me which amount to the same type of setup and delivery.

On this note, I would imagine for every person who shows up at Letterman’s house, thinking they’re in some kind of relationship, a list of local Sheriffs and/or the FBI is bugging a hundred or so writers, inventors, etc., homes in hopes of extracting a free billion dollar TV series, a pet rock, Rubics Cube or any other potential money making products. Of course, in order to keep the perpetrators of this slick shell game out of prison for extortion, illegal wiretap, and a long list of other serious state and federal racketeering charges, the victims need to be isolated from ever showing a profit. In fact, someone labeled “Insane” would obviously be much easier to manipulate on a community crime watch level than someone labeled a thief, etc., because if the thief never makes it into court, the real criminals are the hidden camera crews that have been continually stealing the victim’s property while running him out of business and forcing him to accept low wages as they play extortion and murder games.

Anyway, back in the 1980’s, about the time a comedian on the Letterman show talked about putting E.T. in a microwave oven and everyone calling it his spaceship, someone decided to place poison in a bunch of “Extra Strength Tylenol” pills and place them on the grocery store shelves. Much like my imagined Jerry Lewis casting couch game, I somehow got it in my head that this was the E.T. developing E.S.T. game. For instance, ESP allows the psychic to view the future, etc., while EST only concerns people getting killed on the evening news as the psychotic watching this news coverage keeps thinking he’s next on the list.

Over the years I’ve experienced many cases of very serious death threats that could only be traced if I were an expert in making videos of TV and street mimes as they apply to hypnosis and various forms of subliminal transmission. Since my mind was designed to come up with ideas and inventions, and then forget these items as they’re transferred over to their new owners, I’ve found the same applies to my attempting to sit down and make a list of every death threat and slimy hypnotic prod I’ve experienced since the 1980’s.

What comes to mind is a heart attack game played on me when I worked at “Falcon Jet” in Little Rock Arkansas in the late 1980's. I recall complaining allowed about the heart skip game several times when I one day got it in my head that the company nurse set up an EEG machine in her office, and number of company heads were on their way to hook me up to the machine and match the background noises they’ve been recording to my complaints. I then recall once again placing my hand on my carotid artery, only to find my heart was no longer skipping since someone very cleverly switched buttons on me that now only mimicked the previous chest thumper.

Speaking of selling my billion dollar energy conservation projects as an entity resembling the FBI prods me with the above mentioned EST program, I know its happened several times since I sent out my first e-mails in the late 1990’s but the only thing I can think about is when “John Winter,” a weatherman on the local news, went home one day, picked up a gun and blew his brains out for no apparent reason. In fact, everyone describing him on the news had no idea whatsoever he was even depressed, much less about to commit suicide.

How this applies to me is, when the police first started reading my psychological profile to me, over and over and over again, by way of the subliminal airwaves in the workplace, grocery store, gas station and anywhere else I’d muster the courage to venture, I realized the police who make these surveillance videos, that never get into court, are in fact hypnotic puppet masters who can not only physically pose their victims for incriminating movies but also cause their victims to commit suicide.

Over the years, I’ve been through all sorts of puppet on a string murder procedures. This ranges from my continually thinking I’m about to get killed while driving my car, to my continually thinking I’m about to kill or maim myself while using tools used to support myself in a trade. Of course, if the police intended to actually murder me, they wouldn’t expend so much energy terrorizing me with a long list of hypnotic death threats designed to appear the product of a deranged mind. They would do something like place me in incriminating FBI surveillance video mode, and perhaps even instruct me to write a suicide note before instructing me to kill myself. For instance, pick up a gun and blow my brains out.

A day or two before “Mr. Winter’s” apparent suicide, I received this familiar e-mail. I know I’ve received several like it but I’ve experienced so many computer crashes over the years I doubt its in my records.

LECady@Columbus.gov Cady, Lelia E.

Each time you write to members of the Columbus City Council you seem increasingly upset, confused, paranoid and delusional. Are you sure you're ok?

Lisa

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Maryellen O'Shaughnessy:

I'm "Terry J. Hokanson." I received an extremely irresponsible e-mail from your office. If you in fact thought I was "increasingly upset, confused, paranoid and delusional," you would have notified the FBI and refrained from poking sticks at a caged animal when you haven't first checked the lock on his cage.

Since I design aircraft seating, etc., whose prices my former employers start selling at ten thousand dollars a chair, I can understand the local Sheriff, as well as the FBI agents in charge of this type of security, covering up their Mafia Racketeering involvement which led to my amazingly low wages and near death experiences. Which makes me ask, "What are you getting out of this?"

I was about to delete your name from me e-mail list when "Cady, Lelia E." was connected to the LECady@Columbus.gov address rather than the "Maryellen O'Shaughnessy" name on my list. Since there are about 6000 names on my list, I can only say, if you are not "Maryellen O'Shaughnessy" then chances are either I made this name sorting mistake or you'd better check your city government web page in order to get your name right.

Have a nice day. Also, don't spit on the bums sleeping on your sidewalk. They're likely to spit back.

Terry J. Hokanson

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Although I’ve received dozens of ridicules, over the years, related to my poor memory and backwoods use of the English language, I don’t recall anyone ever using ”Why are you quoting your name in the first sentence? “ I’ve found these types of messages are designed to throw my eighth grade level English skills off kilter. For instance, when I first began writing everyday, by way of my three hundred fifty page book, “My Fifty Billion Dollar Foldout Mansion: Extortion & Murder in the USA,” I found myself besieged by a long list of conflicting English composition rules which totally undermined my every step, as I soon became very drowsy, therefore writing most of that book while half asleep. In other words, my fragile understanding of the laws of writing can, and have been undermined by such concern for my well being.

What is very familiar is the “increasingly upset, confused, paranoid and delusional“ part of the message. Although I always try to remove smart smart-alecks along with any remove requests, I sometimes get the feeling that those Polk County Sheriff’s Deputies on the news, using their government level Internet access to pretend to be thirteen year old porn princesses, are also intercepting my billion dollar city powerplant e-mails while continually attempting to engage me in hostile correspondence, designed to be used as evidence against me in court. Of course, since I basically live under a hooded SWAT team, playing extortion and murder games, the chances of this police surveillance, e-mail interception division, bypassing the due process of law faze and moving directly into the execution faze, should I match the degree of rudeness I experience with similar rudeness, is very high.

April 4, 2007

Maryellen O'Shaughnessy:

I'm "Terry J. Hokanson." Back in the early 1980's, I was attempting to market a few million dollars worth of ideas and inventions I came up with, when a very cloak and dagger police surveillance team used every technique at its disposal to extract my property while threatening to arrest or outright murder me.

I'm certain some sort of legal vehicle is connected to this extortion and murder scheme, but the local Sheriff, the FBI, my District Representative, as well as every member of the US Congress have so far refused to reveal who is behind this strip search, and 'vehicle of legal jurisdiction' used to perpetuate it.

What I mean by 'vehicle of legal jurisdiction' is, thirty years ago, behind a billion dollar a year furniture store chain, when the Miami Dade Sheriff cuffed my hands behind my back, beat me over the head with a nightstick and then charged me with possessing a marijuana cigarette, the officers involved could in fact have been instructed to validate a drug surveillance warrant that no one wants to talk about, since this vehicle for 'extortion via color of law' sold off my furniture designs and other ideas and inventions I came up with, which I was attempting to find investors for at the time.

But then, why extort my money with a felonious surveillance warrant scam when a makeshift 'Tuff Love' program would make prosecuting the perpetrators of this crime nearly impossible? After all, a few misleading to outright fraudulent police files, a professional hypnotist, an experienced surveillance crew and some creative editing can generate a colossal mess that, although it would leak like a sieve it court, it’s not designed for court. It’s designed to give the perpetrators of this crime complete control over my finances on a cloak and dagger Mafia Protection Rackets level which obviously interfaces with the backrooms of US law enforcement.

Since the above mentioned marihuana possession is the only felony I was arrested and charged for, it totally amazes me how astoundingly guilty I've sounded over the years whenever I've attempted to expose the fictitious charges whispered in my ear. For instance, as I recently stood in line, waiting to certify a letter at the US post office. Or less recently, when previous employers negotiated my wages. Or when the secret police blew million dollar business deals for me. Or when the subliminal judge, jury and executioner in the grocery store was rattling my cage with poisoned food container games.

Although at first this may sound a bit off track, according to news reports, the FBI now seems to be using the "Patriot Act" as a universal legal jurisdiction vehicle. Of course, the stated abuses appear vague and misleading, since the TV news displayed a planetary telephone satellite tracking station, while the newspapers describe an amazingly low (US population) percentage of personal information subpoenas filed by the FBI.

I've mentioned this because since the 1980's, I've experienced numerous problems doing business over the telephone, ranging from my attempting to ignore fraudulent police files whispered in my ear to my turning into a complete moron that even I wouldn't do business with. Since its possible that half the business population in the US is soon going to find something resembling Darth Vader breathing on all of their telephone conversations, in between uncomfortable subliminal prods and other slick hypnotic tricks that so easily make a weak mind bow to the will of the force, we need to form an alliance before everyone, who can't afford to give their favorite political candidate a million dollars each, falls victim to the Covert US Prison System. That is unless a billion dollar corporation is grooming you for equal protection of the laws, and wants to pay me a few million dollars a year, and all sorts of fringe benefits to relocate me to your district.

Although I don't know who is legally responsible for knocking me down and selling off my property, I do know that I still have a few billion dollars worth of products that I need to develop, mass produce and sell. If you don't believe me, just visit my home page at:

http://home.earthlink.net/~terry.hokanson

Here, you'll find my two minute demonstration video of my home heating system that, once its properly developed, should shave a thousand dollar monthly home heating bill down as low as two hundred dollars. It’s based on a one piece jet engine that should last decades between servicing.

If you want this, or a list of other useful inventions to be developed and/or mass produced in your city, and know of a number business owners, adept at countering corporate espionage, who want to get involved, I'm basically a low maintenance, high working hours investment risk.

What I mean by 'low maintenance' is, I seldom go out in public, and I generally run a couple of miles a day. I also quit smoking, drinking and using drugs at various stages in my life many years ago. For instance, I liked marijuana as a teenager but I think the rubber hosing aspect of my religious training made that experience much too intense to carry on into adulthood. Of course, I'm sure the professional hypnotists, attacking my mind with the various control mechanisms employed by the Covert US Prison System, did in fact intentionally exacerbate this preexisting condition to its fullest potential.

If you want to know more about me, and what I have to offer, I've sent the following public notice to every newspaper in the USA with an e-mail address:
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New York Times:

I'm "Terry J. Hokanson." In January of 2007, I explained to your newspaper that my engine designs can drastically reduce fossil fuel usage around the world. I also stated that I'm an extremely high end luxury home and office interior designer as well, but I can't develop and market my inventions because I live under a hooded police SWAT team that has been whispering fraudulent police files in my ear, in between death threats, while knocking my feet out from under me.

Obviously, if the secret police never had a motive to knock you down and frisk you for anything of value, you probably have no idea what kind of messes these folks can permeate your life with. But then, at one time or another, you must have at least thought you were being blackmailed as someone else's dirty laundry is broadcast over the evening news. A more extreme example being, perhaps you've pulled a prank on your office buddy, only to find he’s an FBI operative who got you back by whispering in your ear that he handed fraudulent police files, concerning you, to the hooded vigilantes running the neighborhood crime watch program, who proceeded to conduct the modern day version of the biblical stoning on you.

If you in fact believe this type of power exists on any level, then what's to keep robber barons and corrupt public officials with extensive law enforcement training from extorting billions of dollars from their victims, based on that old story of the blind men describing an elephant from their own unique perspectives?
In other words, lets say the victim of a heated extortion and murder scam realizes the reason the government denies his access to police files is because the police are in fact running this scam. If this extortion victim informs large numbers of potential investors of this government level conspiracy, the police will eventually feel obligated to clean house. Either they must carry out a previous death threat, such as inducing a heart attack on someone without heart disease, or arrest and prosecute this slanderous fool and drag this matter out in public court, possibly leading to a "Corrupt Cops" TV series. But then, perhaps the least painful way to save face is by locking the extortion victim up for drug experimentation while instructing the county psychiatrists to swear in court that the victim is insane.
Since that's basically what happened to me, lets examine the events leading up to this kangaroo mental court scam, and its psychiatrists who vehemently insisted I have nothing of value that could possibly seduce any number of corrupt public officials to construct any level of fraud conspiracy around.

From my position in society, this fraud conspiracy can easily have very simple origins. For instance, how could I have possibly known my employers were basically slave traders, screwing me out of a few dollars an hour with hypnotic control techniques made legal with fraudulent police files, if no one felt I was so locked into the program that they could get away with torturing me by continually whispering these police files in my ear in between death threats? Even when I raised as big a fuss as possible over this subliminal slander campaign and its connecting murder games, no one really needed to sweep anything under the rug until I was forced to explain my predicament to large numbers of potential investors.
For instance, when I tried to sell the above mentioned 'connected murder games' to the movie studios, the FBI and Florida Polk County Sheriff together showed up at my home, looking for a good reason to lock me up and conduct drug experiments on me. Either the police taught me to hate them or their subliminal soft touch machine implored me to assault the officer who insisted I made very serious threats in my sales pitch but refused to identify any such threat, as my stress level steadily increased.
Once I got the officer to point out a so-called threat on his copy of my resume, I finally got to play the same 'laughing off the raving paranoid who can't quite spit out what’s been eating him' game the FBI plays on me whenever they push me out of their offices. Once it was established that I was merely marketing scary items that the FBI previously insisted can't possibly exist -and, as it was clearly explained to me, if these threats do exist its up to me to prove it- the officer then went off on a "Perceived Threat" tirade, concerning between-the-lines threats in his copy of my resume, whose lines he refused to point out which I need to look between. Since I continued to refuse to assault either of the officers, they apparently felt their perceived threat psychosis, as it applies to my attempting to sell the Mafia protection racket, strong arm techniques I've experienced over the years to the movie industry, would come back and bite them in a big way if they arrested me and aired this dubious crime in public court, so they went away.

A couple of years later, while continuing my search for a secure workshop to develop my hundred mile per gallon, high performance engine designs, Florida's Polk County locked me up for drug experimentation because certain faceless officials didn't like my resume, and apparently figured since surveillance didn't extract enough information for the General Electric Corporation, and so forth, to play another one of those 'muscled out by similar items' marketing games, they needed to force my invention out where everyone can steal it by way of legal skullduggery, as it relates to my being forced to prove that I didn't just make this whole thing up for a little attention of the Tuff-Love variety.
During the resulting competency hearing, "Dr. Chaudreh," the county psychiatrist in charge of the "Peace River," county mental lockup facility, used my resume as evidence against me. The portion of my resume, read allowed by the Dr. to the court, and therefore assumed the focal point of this court's legal jurisdiction, pertained to how I went about tackling the police surveillance blackmail movies, intermingled with death threats whispered in my ear in the workplace and every public place since the 1980's.
Being Dr. Chaudreh was in the middle of asking the court to administer dangerous chemicals with a very long list of possible bad side effects, it seems extremely suspicious that he didn't first ask me how exactly I perceived these death threats and blackmail routines, which my freedom now hinges on. Since I was arrested and locked up on a Friday, and court was held on the following Wednesday, the Dr. had six days to get my side of the story, rather than incompetently slapping together long winded psychiatric terms, used as the official medical diagnosis portion of his court evidence, which prominently includes the word "Schizophrenic."
The only 'Voices in my Head' question I recall, if it can be construed as such, occurred during screening at my initial lockup. But I think I need to listen to the tape recordings of this event to align my memory, because when I eventually became an outpatient at a Peace River facility in another city, the doctor read to me a single observation written by the inpatient screening Dr. which didn't make any sense.
According to the portion of the screening notes read to me, the Dr. somehow decided I either have a fixation with long steel needles or I‘m a heroin addict who is much too messed up to clearly state that I need another fix. I can only surmise that, while setting me up as a schizophrenic, wrestling demonic voices in my head, later to become the vehicle of legal jurisdiction in court, he didn't like where his entrapment procedures were heading, so fabricating a needle fixation was his way of supplementing the fraudulent legal basis for my long term incarceration. The reply that I believe prompted the Dr. to fabricate this lie was, I asked the Dr. if it was possible to make a victim think fraudulent police files are being whispered in his ear by way of any number of chemical injections, subliminal trigger commands, etc., common to the psychiatric community.
On the other hand, since much of this fraud scheme is based on hypnosis, this inpatient screening Dr., whose name I don't recall, could have easily been that voice in my head, intentionally misdiagnosed, making sure he covered the tracks of previous hypnotic trespassers, should a high ranking government official decide speaking against the strip mining of private citizens, Soviet Union style, politically advantageous.
Although it's my experience that the hypnotic trance game can really hit a sucker where he talks in his sleep, or performs lewd sex acts for FBI camera crews, I don't recall anyone beyond that initial lockup screening ever once inquiring into any level of voice in my head, be it memory access, basic decision making, to simple sentence construction, all the way down the line to "Sam Becket" talking to a Navy Admiral hologram.
It seems to me that since all my resumes expressed my concerns that the police have been attacking me with hypnosis based, subliminal blackmail and death threat routines, this would be the foremost knot any psychiatrist attempting to restructure any perceived misaligned brain functions would unravel, and properly document before beginning any form of treatment. After all, everyone involved was acutely aware that billions of dollars in stolen copyrights and patents were hinging on a proper diagnosis.

Anyway, you would think I would have been able to avoid this above mentioned hourly wage scam and subsequent government intervention altogether by developing and marketing one or more of the many products I've come up with over the years. Since I'm always having a problem finding a secure inventors workshop, here is the best inventors workshop I've had access to, stated below:

First, I'm now nearly fifty years old and living with my father. From the late 1960’s, until he moved from Duluth Minnesota to Lakeland Florida in 1980, my father worked at "Barko Hydraulics," designing and building expensive hydraulic equipment for an hourly wage. Once he moved to Florida, he built a shop and purchased a lathe and mill from which to build any number of products that should have made him a million dollars a long time ago.
In working with my father, it's my experience that as an engineer/machinist, my father is messy, disorganized and has a knack for seriously undermining project development, and therefore potential business growth at the most rudimentary level. One example being, my father is good at doing things like wiring machines or figuring out how much weight a particular hydraulic system can pickup. But then, if you paid him several million dollars for a "Bobcat" with fifty do-it-all attachments, you'd find my concept designs are much more sophisticated than his.
Of course, if we worked together on this project, my father has a nasty habit of exerting his authority over me by stifling my design input. I can only imagine that my father was treated this way at "Barko" and just can't shake this destructive mindset. If this is in fact the case, perhaps he was much too close to his sick brain children (stupid ideas) to realize how a design department head will cruelly kill off a designer’s sick brain child and then hand it over to the next engineer down the line to improve on until it eventually finds its way back around to the original designer as a much better, and most likely unrecognizable product.
In fact, it's my experience that about the time our design project was just a bad dream, a hydraulics company across the country, or planet, would be selling the designs my father derailed, while the company's hundred million dollar sales campaign brags of its hundred or more engineers, many being specialists in a single field of study, able to accomplish the impossible because management knows how to utilize each member's strongest attribute to its fullest potential.

Although everything long ago fell apart, every once in a while we have a heated debate over, whenever I attempt to make business plans everything is deadlocked. First of all, my father and I can't work as a team because we argue over the simplest details to the point of psychosis. One example being, when we argue over keeping the shop clean, although there are many types of messes that have gummed up the works over the years, these days my father insists he can't possibly be the cause because it's plain to see that other family members have piled their junk on top of his.
To remedy the permanent storage part of this problem, I've designed a list of very nice storage devices I can build. But then, it's my experience that no one in my family would follow my simple storage rules. Therefore, I'd much rather build my storage systems when I'm in the position to enforce these storage rules, and maybe even mass produce and sell my storage products as well. Another reason for this attitude is, my father generally doesn't like my better ideas until he eventually thinks he came up with them himself, then he talks like he's giving them away to charity.
Although his various methods of running businesses into the ground can easily have many roots, I tend to think that my father is being manipulated by the same special interest group as I, although by way of a slightly different style doggy leash. Of course, since the government refuses my access to any records and files, much less who is behind knocking me down and selling off my ideas and inventions, I suppose my father could just a easily be a psychotic, low down, back stabbing control freak who took a vow to poverty for me because he read in the bible that a rich man can't get into gods kingdom.

Since I'm an engineer with a long list of very futuristic products, I recently went to HGTV and the DIY network trying to sell my designs. Of course, since my precarious circumstance doesn't quite match their existing categories, these people seem to be looking for an "American Chopper" or "Myth Busters" type hit, where the subject of the series supplies his own studio and cameramen.
Speaking of possible cable TV profits, if any of your readers are interested in making an inventors workshop TV show, I have many projects to choose from. Of course, I have no money or machine shop, cabinet shop, and so forth that can be used as a studio.
Perhaps one of your readers wants to provide this workshop so their company logo can be closely associated with the development of my home heating and electric generation unit, and/or building high performance, hundred mile per gallon cars.
On the other hand, I'd like to make a movie set for a sci-fi TV series while discussing my plot development ideas as I work. I was hoping to use this TV series as a product demonstration vehicle, as every item on the movie set will be mass produced and sold.

If your readers want to invest but are camera shy because the Sheriff or FBI exploited an old alcohol or drug problem by creating blackmail movies while the lights were on but no one was home, we can still work out an equitable investment arrangement. Of course, if these matters haven't been resolved, these folks shouldn't be in charge of anything strategic because the whole idea behind a hooded police SWAT team dictating your finances from the shadows, by threatening to expose their professionally constructed dirty dream diary in court, or make it the subject of a tabloid newspaper spectacle, on down the line to inviting vigilantes to outright murder you, is for the purpose of placing you in any number of financial choke holds that will eventually effect everyone who directly or indirectly depends on you to make sound financial decisions effecting their incomes.

Here is the resume I sent to HGTV and the DIY network below:

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If you are looking for a better list of projects to demonstrate on HGTV, I have many. On the other hand, I need patents and copyright protection, since I want to mass produce and sell my designs. I would do this on my own, but if you read the following resume I'm sending to potential investors, you'll understand why I can't.

Is your company interested building prototypes and/or manufacturing any of my energy related, or home and office products?

Home And Office Interior Design

I'm an extremely high end 'Foldout Furniture' and 'Household Appliance' designer. If manufacturing any particular item found in any home or office interests you, chances are I have a better design that saves an amazing amount of space.

To explain this huge profit potential, people in general tend to invest heavily in the most attractive, clutter free surroundings they can afford. Since I know how to make a thousand square foot home and/or office function like a several thousand square foot living/workspace, once people who are looking to purchase expensive property in prestigious locations realize how much money they can save (both in taxes and sale price per square foot) by maximizing the use of their square footage, they'll pay anything for the full package.

My Formal Training

As a twenty year old, minimum wage automotive upholstery helper, living in North Miami Beach Florida in the late 1970's, I doubled my wages by moving to the shop down the street. How this wage doubling worked is, since the trick to keeping profits high and the helper’s wages low is to expose the helper to every task but sewing, and I quickly doubled and then tripled the commissions of the guy I got along with best at the new shop, I unwittingly initiated a brawl.

In turn, since I could do everything but sew, the new boss decided to keep the peace by paying me commission to sew up the low paying seat covers that the other upholsterers didn't like to do, while tossing me similar bones. I was just about to double my wages again, by taking my expanded work experience base to a new shop, or going into business for myself by way of a list of home furnishing designs I'd worked on at home, when I lost track of those designs about the time the Miami Dade Sheriff cuffed my hands behind my back and beat me about the head with a night stick, behind a billion dollar a year furniture store chain.

Part of the kid-gloves treatment connected to this police brutality scam involved bouncing me around a lot of nasty upholstery shops that ran subliminal, low paid helper routines in the background. About the time these hypnotic wage controls turned into fraudulent police files whispered in my ear, I realized that I live under a hooded police SWAT team that rifles through my private property and sells off my business plans as it knocks my feet out from under me. Instead of seeking medical treatment for the list of symptoms related to how my trainer goes about jerking me around on his dog leash, a few years ago, I found when I shared my various symptoms with the newspapers, many of these symptoms went away.

Apparently the Florida, Polk County Sheriff, in communion with the FBI, got tired of my using a letter writing version of the 'rattling old skeletons over and over' symptom I'd experienced for many years, and decided to generate mental court based documents that prove their state of the art surveillance and community control teams had no motive whatsoever to sell off my inventions and related business plans, while whispering fraudulent police files in my ear that I can't get any level of government to give me a written copy of, much less dispute in court. In other words, as a result of my telling potential investors of the Mafia level police strip search techniques used on me over the years, the Sheriff eventually obtained a court order to lock me up and conduct chemical drug experiments on me, connected to other methods of deeply imbedding in my mind that I never had anything of value to steal in the past and will have nothing of value to steal in the future.

My extended formal training is, in 1990, I found myself back in Miami, designing and building custom jet aircraft interiors at AMP for eleven dollars an hour. Since the price of a single aircraft chair, built and sold by AMP, starts at ten thousand dollars, and I'm not allowed self employment, my only hope for breaking free of this police choke hold was to learn everything I could about the various departments involved in designing and building complete aircraft interiors, and find investors looking for a turnkey interior business, before the company extracted my fifty billion dollar foldout mansion, and forced me to build an automated assembly line to produce it, for slave wages.

Doubling The Worlds Oil Supply

Speaking of a hooded police SWAT team controlling my wages with fraudulent police files while whispering death threats in my ear, and then disputing my attempts at exposing this extortion and murder scam by railroading me through a mental incompetency court ruling, designed to augment or replace the fraudulent police files originally used as the legal vehicle to control my income. I'm forced to prove that I do in fact have intellectual property that has been stolen from me in the past, is being stolen from me now, and if I don't raise a big enough fuss, will continue to be stolen from me in the future.

If your company is interested in very large scale manufacturing projects, for the northern regions of this planet, I have a design for a combination home heating system and electric generator that will cut home fuel bills by as much as seventy five percent. On the transportation front, an advanced version of this basic design will power a hybrid automobile while achieving a hundred miles per gallon of gasoline, while just as easily burning hydrogen, bio-diesel and other alternative fuel sources.

Also, since there's talk of curbing global warming by first adding hydrogen to all the U.S. gas pumps, and then eventually fazing out gasoline sales altogether. And electricity separates hydrogen from water. My small footprint, hybrid generator designs will easily produce all the hydrogen every corner gas station on the planet can sell. Of course, until alternatives such as 'Hydrogen Producing Algae' are perfected, this gas station fad would involve burning the cheapest fuel the oil companies can produce, while completely filtering undesirable exhaust emissions by employing industrial strength CO2 scrubbers which produce air quality that no government, automotive 'Catalytic Converter' legislation can possibly achieve. Come visit my website and view my demonstration video, on the home page of the following URL.

http://home.earthlink.net/~terry.hokanson

Terry J. Hokanson
9440 Bryant Rd
Lakeland FL
33809

terry.hokanson@earthlink.net
March 5, 2007