the tangerine terror and me

This account was 

published at Medium for two years,

then taken down without explanation just as Lyft

was in the run-up to its IPO. SV billionaires and their

investors stick together! It’s parked here now for

info purposes in case I don’t live to be

108 and anyone wonders

hmm why.

 

Details of four

other professional attempts 

on my life over four years have 

been elided at the request of

law enforcement.

 

When asked to account

for why I wrote the things I did and

summoned the whirlwind in such a strong way, I like

to jabber about the importance of alerting one’s fellow citizens to

deranged maniacs drawing close to the levers and buttons. But

I was also in deep grief over my beloved daughter and not

in my right mind. I wouldn’t do it all again.

Probably. Jah bless America.

(deep 2022 sigh)

 

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Trump has threatened the lives of U.S. citizens. I’m just one.

I’m the author of eight books published around the world and five apps for iOS and Android. I wrote critically and often on social media about Donald Trump throughout his campaign, having observed him since the early 80’s when I was fresh from law school and living in New York City. It got under his skin to the point that he began threatening my life almost immediately after he was inaugurated.

I wrote about his widely agreed upon DSM diagnosis of Narcissistic Personality Disorder, a highly dangerous mental illness, as did others. I wrote about his longtime ties to organized crime figures. I wrote about his revolting, rank misogyny. I wrote about his vastly-lower-than-bragged-about net worth. I did it because Donald Trump is a demented lunatic and a pathological liar, and I thought my friends and followers ought to know about that before they cast a vote for him. An insane person in the White House is a danger to the entire world — as we are now seeing in spades.

I also contributed financially to the creation and display of the “The Emperor Has No Balls” (or “Naked Trump”) statues displayed in American cities and laughed at by the entire world during his campaign.

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I placed my miniature version of the same for sale on Ebay with derogatory text about the most depraved individual ever to desecrate American public life.

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A week after Trump was inaugurated, my 91 year old father, a genuine American hero, died in hospice care at home, where I’d spent much of the last five years with him.

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A couple of days later, my car in the body shop, I used the Lyft app on my iPhone to summon a ride, as I’d done dozens of times in the past. Lyft dispatched a driver named “Roberto Pizzica” to my door, and I ended up using him multiple times over the next two weeks. He’s hiding from the FBI and Interpol in South America now; more on that shortly.

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On the 15th of February, “Pizzica” took me to a lengthy doctor’s appointment in Tampa. He was driving a crummy little car where before he’d had elegant wheels, and when I asked him why, he mumbled something about preparing this car to ship to a friend.

Afterward, in a restaurant nearby, as I was going to and from the counter and the restroom and he sat at our table with his hands tented by his mouth, I observed him stealthily speaking into the bunched bracelets at his wrists. Able to read lips, I understood he was describing my movements and actions: “He ordered a pizza”; “He’s going to the bathroom”; “He won’t hurry up.”

I sat down across from him and confronted him: “I know what you’re doing. Who are you doing it for?” He denied his actions for a few seconds and then bolted for the door and his car outside. I followed quickly because a Tumi bag containing my laptop, passport, pain medications, and other valuables was locked inside his vehicle. As I approached, he began shouting and became physically menacing. Having left other valuables and my check unpaid in the restaurant, I mounted my iPhone on a fence in front, turned on the video camera, told him not to leave with my belongings, and ran inside.

By the time I’d thrown some money on the counter, picked up my things, and run back outside, he had spoken into his bracelets again as he waited for me to disappear into the building and then rapidly driven off with my valuables. My video of Roberto Pizzica committing this felony theft is on Vimeo, where you can see him speak into his wrist at 0:38 and 0:52 before checking to see where I am and quickly departing at 1:11.

Within hours he began sending me a stream of death threats which appear adjacent to “10% off your next ride!” coupons from Lyft in our weeks-long text stream. He indicates explicitly that he is a member of the Russian Mafia, that he left the country on “Leader G5”, and (eventually, via email) that there is a contract on my life.

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Among the many threats I received from “Pizzica” was this one to affect my ability to drive:

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Evidently he made good on that one, because an officer from Clearwater Police Department made a trip to DMV to attach to my record a pair of DUIs belonging to another person. They are not mine, and I was never in Lee County, Florida in 1984 or Texas in 1994:

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Eric Eisenhart, the Clearwater Police Department officer who undertook this errand, was dismissed on January 12th of this year: “A police officer who was once disciplined for kissing an underage girl on the cheek at a mall resigned last month amid accusations that he made inappropriate sexual comments to a fellow officer.”

David Parry, the attorney who wrote that letter, also seems to have been visited by someone making threats. He stopped working for me after five months, with no explanation whatever. Asked for one, he told me never to come to his office or contact him again.

I have had numerous experiences of what appears to be corruption in local police departments in the last year. I called 911 from the parking lot in Tampa last February where I’d just had multiple felony thefts committed, and Hillsborough County Sheriffs Department sent four deputies who — bizarrely — listened to me for a few minutes and then drove away without giving me a case number, making a report of any kind, or entering any kind of record into their system.

FBI Tampa has confirmed to me that HCSO entered no report of any kind into their system that night. The 911 call is on my cell phone record, however. Present in that contingent of officers was a sargeant I know to be employed by Pinellas County Sheriff’s Office because I’ve met him in that capacity, at my home and elsewhere, on more than occasion. Why he was wearing a different uniform on that night is unknown to me.

Within days of Pizzica’s theft of my computer, passport, and medications, the death threats had expanded to Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Periscope, and more. My iPhone, MacBook, email accounts, and two websites were hacked to cinders, and my just-widowed 91 year old mother’s home was burglarized repeatedly.

My mother and sister, in the depths of grief over my father’s passing, refused to believe this was happening to me. When I tried to show the voluminous threats to the Pinellas County Sheriffs Office, they declined to view them — literally turning their backs and walking away to keep from looking at my cell phone and computer — and began Baker Acting me, four times in all during this period, more over the ensuing years.

There were other harassment arrests by PCSO, which I’ve reported along with the threats repeatedly to the FBI. Some of my reports have been via IC3.gov, which is where they require cyber crimes to be reported, others through tips.fbi.gov, and others through direct conversation with FBI agents, either in person or on the telephone.

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After Pizzica fled the country and I began experiencing inexplicable behavior from local police, I also began to be surrounded again and again in public places by ethnically Russian individuals, more than a few of them bearing multiple teardrop tattoos. I was extracted repeatedly from these scenes in vehicles that appeared to me to be bombproofed and heavily reinforced. On one occasion an officer showed me a large video screen in the vehicle listing the people they were monitoring in connection with me. There were at least twenty names on the screen, each updated regularly with how long since they had been observed. None of those listings was over a few minutes old.

On one occasion, after a speeding stop which led to an arrest for a tiny amount of marijuana on my person (I had a neurological problem in play for which medical marijuana was then allowed me by card in multiple states, including Florida), I was transported to the booking area of the Pinellas County Jail, which is run by the Pinellas County Sheriffs Office. Within minutes after my arrival, a trusty walked past me and muttered, “Putin’s coming.” To my disbelief, within minutes the booking area began to fill with Russians who leered at me, walked close to me again and again (something not done in jail), and mouthed things like “We’re going to stab you in the fucking heart!”

I informed the sergeant in control of the room, he began observing, and over the next ten or fifteen minutes, he had approximately twenty people removed from the booking area. I was placed alone in a small holding cell along one wall, and shortly after, a fully armed jail guard came to my door, gave me a meaningful grin, and underlined the name on his name tag. It was Russian.

I’ve been in communication with not only FBI but also Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s office about the death threats, the intrusions into our home, and the instances of apparent police corruption that occurred. I’ve attempted to meet with Pinellas County Sheriff Robert Gualtieri about the multiple instances of apparent corruption in his department; he at first declined to meet, then began bouncing my emails back to me.

I write books of a spiritual, non-political nature and make films and apps. While I’m an active and vocal citizen and have on occasion criticized politicians with my writing in the past, primarily on social media sites like Twitter, Facebook, and Quora, I don’t ordinarily receive death threats. I’m nobody. I’ve certainly never been surrounded in public or traffic before by ill-intending crowds, as I was again and again over a period of nearly two months. Nor have I ever had to hire web security experts in Europe to secure my websites, contact the CEO of a multibillion dollar corporation like Logan Green of Lyft about his sending death threats and burglary to my door (I’ve had zero response from Lyft in over a year), or spent hundreds of hours on the phone with Apple restoring my near-new and constantly-updated devices to usability.

This time I experienced all of those. Can there be any question at all about from where the threats to my life and the thousands of other felonious injuries emanated as I was supposed to be grieving and eulogizing my father? Or whose well-established network of thugs and killers he used to deploy them? There can not, just read the newspaper.

Don’t believe this is real? Watch the film about Trump’s long-standing and saturated connections to a Russian mobster who has long been on the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted List. Consider, in toto, the rest of his lifelong behavior. The sitting President of the United States hasn’t just committed treason, and he hasn’t just shown by his sickening comments about women, his ridiculing of the disabled, his endless and habitual lies, and his pathetic time in the Oval that he’s unfit for office. He has committed a string of felonies against his own citizens (including, reportedly, a threat of violence to actress Stormy Daniels and death threats to a woman he raped in the company of Jeffrey Epstein when she was 13). I’m only one of them.