THE FBI could attest to you, I am a magnet for criminals, none so far this violent. This will be emailed to the FBI, as well to roberts@indiopd.org, asking him to notify police in Palm Desert, Ca., and within text, that to Buckeye, Az.
THIS ALL COULD PUT ME IN TERRIBLE DANGER. My present camp will only be revealed to the FBI.
1..."I AM NOT KIDDING, I WILL KILL YOU, IF I HAVE TO. AT SOME POINT HE FIRED TO THE LEFT OF HIM< A GUN THAT EMITTED A SIMILAR SOUND OF GUN AND WHICH HAD A BRILLIANT FLASH (later persons research by me, revealed it probably a starter or racing gun.) I gave him my money from my wallet, telling him it was very little (aprox. $6.00). He could have merely taken the wallet and my ATM card, forcing me, giving my pin number. This supposed kindness, might mean a future planned event with me, but then it might have been his first time, thus nervous..., unseen, his voice was clearly of a black youth, possibly in his twenties. HE THEN SAID TWO ILLOGICAL STATEMENTS! He said, " I am tired of rich people pretending to be homeless," and then with some sincerity wished me, "Merry Christmas."
This happened on 12,08,03. Personally, I think his statements are pyscotic, consider in the local newspapers, I have read of several incidents, one found in citrus groves dead, the other a female raped, an old man walking beaten and robbed, and yesterday, a local Rev tailgated on his bycycle and left for dead, dying. A lot of homeless ride bycycles. Then too, there was a serious theft beating of a woman business person in Banning, Ca. Possibly unrelated.
I hope the police will use their pattern method process and see if such exists, for any serial activity.
Entering into Bi Polar hysteria, Oh yeah, he told me to not leave camp, because he would be watching me...and that his car was near."
I gathered up what I could, packing it into my backpack, and sat in the thicker part of the Tamarask tree foliage, until I just had to leave, with a great difficulty because of my disabled knee. I walked up over a sandy ridge, to almost at the next street over, laying down on the cold ground to sleep. The next night I went to the Indio Motel 6, and there, called the Palm Springs, Ca. FBI voice mail, Twice I did this, recollecting slowly, the third time refused me, so I did the same calling the L.A. FBI office leaving a voice mail, telling them to listen to those I left earlier at the other unit. MAY I SUGGEST THE FBI GET ITS HEAD OUT OF ITS ASS IN SUCH MATTERS, ESPECIALLY MY MATTERS AS A LONG TIME INFORMANT.
2. I moved to the rr tracks camp after the Indio, Ca. Police incident which can be linked to on the side of this page.
At Palm Desert, Ca., I camped along the rr tracks in an hidden place not viewable from the entrance at the tracks, because it sat lower.
Down the way, is a carwash and near it a new Wells Fargo Bank.
Is it possible he just wanted me to move away from the bank so it could be hit?
I would think deposits by 24th excessive from businesses.
One night after I walked past the bank and the carwash past the end of that road, through the trees, I turned right towards my campsite. It was dusk, the light getting dimmer, I happened to glance behind me, and saw a young white male, rolling a brand new tire!
He noticed me, paused then rolled it into the trees. I sat at the very end of trees next to the rr bridge going over Washington St, and finally saw him pass, walking back towards the street that crosses Washington, on the Palm Desert side.
When he arrived at the sidewalk, he ran like the dickens west. The next day or so, I saw him working at the carwash. He's about 16 0r 17, stocky build, wears a baseball cap.
The tire was new, wide and seemed to have a metal rim inside.
Were these two connected? I simply dont know.
3. A few days later, I met a black male, on a bycycle at the rr bridge, who appeared homeless, said he was. I invited him to drink at my camp, and discovered an intelligent, though angry person. He had a cellphone, and called someone at one point, I asked who, and he said his daughter. He explained that he had moved out of his family house, because they were selling and using drugs. He said his daughter was not. His monniker is Dbo (a popular rap artist, I am told), is 57 and has served time.
Now realize this, he walked the four miles to my camp from his camp in Indio, daily for awhile. Thats eight miles both ways. He did bycycle in once. In Needles, Ca., when I lived there, the local Bank Of America was robbed with the suspect running into the trees along their rr tracks, but wasnt caught.
He said he had been to Needles, several times.
So the bank robbery may be probable, or is it coincidental.
Officer Roberts, I am having a helluva time recording this, so I am going to another computer lab and try to finish there.
He said he originated from Louisianna. He lives somewhere in a treecamp festooned with razor wire. He said, he once left the area, and when back discovered his sleeping bag and binoculars stolen.
Richard Wight (richardscottwight@yahoo.com) homeless told me that near the Apple recycling unit on Indio Blvd, he had two friends camped under a tree, who were robbed at gunpoint by two blacks that said they were police for the Crips.
Dad and son?
I said I thought the constant ATV riders up and down the drainage ditch and rr might be couriering drugs, but DBO said, they too, robbing Mexicans.
He invited me to move into his camp, but I declined (being a neat person, I doubt if I could live with the clutter, he described such as numerous ice chests, tents, etc.
At one point, he appeared very unhomeless clean, I wondered if he had cleaned up inside somewhere. He also said his sons were recently out of prison,
IS IT POSSIBLE, HE WHO ROBBED ME, USING CRACK, HIS VOICE DIFFERENT?
I DONT KNOW, I JUST DONT KNOW.
4. Right before he came along, I went across bridge, to scavenge for cans at that Comfort Inn, and one day, behind the The Farmers Market next to Del Taco, I saw a white man sitting by a electric transformer. I sat distant, but he came over offering to buy a cigarette. He said his friends called him Mumbly, that he got State Disability or was it Comp?, He was stocky, with reddish sandy hair. He told me I could camp at his tree, down the lane, near him, but I said no. He left, and I noted hanging on a post, two wine bottles, with 4 crushed 24 oz Millers beer cans. I took the cans. In awhile I left and as I walked, he walked by me, suddenly appearing, saying. You got my friends cans...And I said, why not, they were hanging there.
About 4 days later, a man approached the Sunline bus stop near the Circle K, thin and dark haired. He said I thought you were in Indio..and I said who are you. He said, Mumbly. So I played it cool. On the bus, he got off at the County Justice courthouse in Indio.
Once I left him, a can of cocoa stuff at his sitting place, where he consumes daily, vast amounts of beer. Then I walked down to his tree, inside, I noted his fluid fecal deposits, then passed a stone with a note to Lynn, saying he would be at the Del Taco at 6am. Later I advised him to eat regularly, because he might develop a bloody colon, which I once had in my early years of alcoholism.
I cannot begin to comprehend his changing of hair and body form.
5. That all said, I fled into the Motel 6 at Indio, them putting me in a less than attractive room, the second time doing this. Holes in the curtains, the tv not quite up to par, Rm 148. When I stayed in Rm 147, I was near the maids quarters, and felt sure they had an illegal immigrant game going, because I saw them taking in huge transparent plastic bags of the particular bread roll, Mexicans favor, and saw males there standing around at night.
It is then I called the FBI.
(I am also pissed at Wells Fargo Bank, I used the credit of the ATM card to pay for the room, inadvertantly overdrafting, within minutes, I transfered a hundred, but they had instantly charged me a fee. Which is outragious, besides my trying to keep their bank from being robbed. Assholes.
I then took Grayhound to Phoenix, where I stayed in another Motel 6 on 24th St. The room had besides the usual smoke alarm, a device that issued deodrant. (And I wonder what else?, because at the Grayhound station next morning, my ticket was $15.00, I clearly remember laying on counter a ten and a 5. but the clerk gave me, back 10.00, realizing it had been a 20.00, I never hallicinate such! And I didnt drink the previous night.
At the station, sitting outside to myself, a white male, older came up and talked to me, he said he was on the way by bus to visit his rich father in Tucson, Az.,, admitted he had no drivers license because it had been taken by authorities, his second DUI. He said he was going to bring back his truck. His name is Robert, I think.
I go to Gila Bend, Az. THINKING, ANAYLIZING, two days, sleeping in a resounding rain storm, I decided to return. There by the rr trax is the same deranged woman, who shouts curses at anyone who gets near her. Amazing, she has lived out there for over two years.
She was pacing near me, as I left.
If one goes from inbetween the Loves Truck stop and the McDonalds, to cross the rr trax, in a shallow ditch, should be a bottle of water standing, and some clothes, I folded. Plus in a green weed close, I hid what appeared to be a bag of crack.
Is the female dangerous to anyone camping. such as immigrants?
On the bus, I sit by a latino who in conversation says, hes been out of prison successfully, now owning an auto body shop in Buckeye, Az. He as talking, stated the lot he has rented is illegal for that, that he makes his rent in two days of work, and has paid no taxes.
He is going to Yuma, Az., to get a car, his, he left with cousins to fix for him, blowing its heads, to drive back. He has no drivers license, also consificated.
When bus arrives, I tell him to go ahead, and he does, behind a man in seat ahead of, us, an older carny, because of my hurting legs. Off bus, in minutes, carny comes raging back, saying he left his wallet with 1050 dollars in it, but before I can tell him to call Calexico, Ca. station, he has rushed off. Carrying a large green duffel bag, that might have contained kilos. My guess, Andrew the latino pickpocketed him!
Back in Indio, Az...I'm trying to survive the stress...
BUT WAIT I THINK I HAVE THE KEY TO THE TOP PART OF THIS MESS>
WHEN QUINCY TROUPE WAS SELECTED BY GRAY DAVIS TO BECOME CALIFORNIA'S POET LAUREATTE. I PROTESTED BY WEBSITE PAGE AND EMAIL> MY SUGGESTION, WAS THAT SEVEN POETS BE SELECTED FOR A POET LAUREATES TEAM REFLECTING THE MULTI DIVERSITY OF THIS STATE.
I ASKED THAT QUINCY TROUPE BE TESTED FOR DRUGS.
FOR A LONG TIME NOW<, AS I TRAVELED, I HAVE BEEN PLAGUED, BY WHORES< EVEN LITTLE CHILDREN TRYING TO SOLICIT ME IN SEXUAL ADVANCE, ALL REPORTED TO THE FBI.
IT EVEN HAPPENED HERE IN INDIO, recently. BUT STOPPED WHEN I WROTE IT MUST STOP ON ONE OF MY PAGES.
I THINK THE CYBER HACKER DIMITRI WYLLCHEN WHO CONTACTED ME WHILE I WAS AT THE OCEANSIDE COMPUTER LAB was and is A RUSE. CONSIDER AFTER ALL THIS TIME< WHEN I RETURNED TO SAN DIEGO FROM EL CENTRO, CA., I WENT TO THE OCEANSIDE COMPUTER LAB, AND TWICE TO MY WEBSITE ENTRY, THEIR COMPUTER CRASHED ME BACK TO THEIR HOME PAGE. I LEFT. DIDNT HAPPEN ANYWHERE ELSE.
NEVER WILL I FORGET, WHILE AT THAT LAB, A BLACK MALE RESEMBLING, IF NOT QUINCY TROUPE STOOD ACROSS FROM ME, WITH A WELL DRESSED BLACK OLDER FEMALE, AND LOOKING MY WAY, SAID, "MFR." I LEFT QUICKLY.
STUDY MY WEBSITE, I HAVE A MAGNIFICENT ONE. I AM AN ACCOMPLISHED MULTI TALENTED POET.
I HAVE IDEAS WORTH MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF DOLLARS.
On the 8th, evening of, as I sat to take bus to my camp, a man rode up on a bycycle, and we spoke, then a man, that had stood in the background came forward, and we talked. He said he was French, but spoke in a German accent. I gave them my website address. The first male asked if I had any books published, and I replied no, the other asked if I had any products to sell. Bus comes, we get on, later, they get off together.
The morning after the gun robbery of me, as I am leaving the area, the second man gets on, staring at me wordlessly, troubled, his eyes extremely bloodshot.
I reported earlier, a college type approached me at the downtown Sunline station, saying he was himeless, so I directed him to the nearest shelter. At one point he admits, I am a genius,
how would he know?
EVEN IF THIS IS NOT CONNECTED, I QUITE ASSURE THE ADMINISTRATOR* OF SAN DIEGO STATE UNIVERSITY, OTHER ADMINISTRATORS OF OTHER CALIFORNIA UNIVERSITIES WILL FIND IT FASCINATING READING, AS MIGHT THE STATE GOVERNMENT,
POSSIBLY AFFECTING YOUR FUNDING>
I SUGGEST YOU GIVE QUINCY TROUPE THAT DRUG TEST I REQUESTED.
Jerry E. Barta,
Poet-Gardener.
Age 65.
*On 12,17,03: I using a form on the San Diego State University library website, alerting them to this page and its allegations (I have a copy of it). The very next day, I discovered while writing in the Geocities text page, rewriting the page SING_PLAY Suddenly the text working on, vanished and the original one that had previously vanished, filled up the text space...I was being jammed! I then alerted the FBI by letter. Recollecting, when all of this invasion of my site started, while I was at the Escondido, Ca. library, the computer crashed, a message board appeared just before it did, with the signature word, KWALLI, definitely an African sounding connation.
This could badly jeopardize the reputation of San Diego University!
AND IF IT ALL INVOLVES IDENITY THEFT OR DRUGS,
JUST THINK OF THE RAMIFICATIONS OF THAT!
(Today, this very text page is mysteriously malfunctioning, I hope the FBI catches them.)
12, 22,03: After deep thought, for some days, I feel that DBO has a dual personality problem, and when he drinks (Vodka Ice) the other more aggressice emerges. I doubt if we could be friends because of that constant issue. HOWEVER, the first issue, the robber, I think was the poet wyllchen, getting some sort of revenge, possibly for the Quincy Troupe issue discussed on other pages.
I have relocated to a more visible by lights campsite, where at least, I might have a chance to escape.
Today, we are at high alert, national security, recently, vis mystic intervention, I saw a possibility, a high flying airplane dropping the small shoulder launched heat seeking missile over lets say, Los Angeles, Ca. WOULD CREATE TERRIBLE HAVOC.
I have little faith in our government to properly warn anyone, especially the FBI. J.B. A perfect moment for this sort of attack would be in the aftermath of an earthquake, which I hear has just happened along central coast California,