Letter

Sector 8 Research Labs

Robert T. Romero
12-Aug-1985
***-**-1188
4055 Utah St. Apt 10
San Diego, CA 92104
November 23 2011

A lot of people are trying to knock me off. I am not that bad of a guy, honestly.
As far as I am concerned aobut the social/political/economic systems in the world. They are there, (in place) to keep things from heading south. If they work awesome, if they don't, try something else. I have no interest in trying to change or modify anybody's opinion on almost anything. If they want to learn from me they will, I don't have to force anything.
Not asking for war, violence, or anything else of that nature, just a chance to live my life, without people kicking the sh!t out of me my entire life.

They are lying!

They have used no less than 3 bullets, in my head, to try and kill me.


(The They referred to thus far is Secret Service)

That is the least frightening thing they have done to me.

I am 26 years old, rarely have facial hair, light/medium brown hair, approx 5'6", with my shoes 5' 8".
I weigh about 122 lbs. real small build. I have a bandage on the left side of my face currently.

I tend to look larger, usually. Especially when I walk, partly because I walk tall, and partly because I have the presence of one that doesn't need to look behind them that often, if ever.

I generally wear long sleeve shirts and at night a leather jacket.

I like to cover my head, hoods skullcaps, etc.

I am the one being killed by Christopher Heed Tierney.

I am also the one that was illegally raided in may of 2007. Punked a "DEA Agent" in court in Sep. of the same year. By punked I mean I chose to show them why you don't kick nobility in the head. I swung a pen at his neck when he was "acting a fool". I never would have "actually" hit him, but nonetheless.

Then was attacked by this agent, which was his chosen method of punishment. He chose to grab my arms at the elbows, place his thumbs in my "Funny Bone" and then squeeze with all his might. I estimate it at, no less than 1500 PSI of pressure. He is/was 5'7" and 215-225 Lbs. Named Morimotto or some other spelling of it, I saw 3 variations of his name on my paperwork between my arrest and court.

I wrote/called/emailed the Inspector General, no avail. Senate ethics committee, no avail. Office of Special Counsel, no avail. DOJ-Public Integrity, no avail. Interpol, no avail. EFF, no avail. ACLU, no avail.

So no matter whether or not the court(s) agree, the punishment has already been dealt.

They have no right to prosecute me on that.

This is bullshit, and if they can't figure it out, it's because they don't want to.

Nobody wants to say anything, they just want to screw with me. At one point in time there was over 125 cars following me around everytime I left my house.

They (FBI) know this. Everytime I go to sleep around Chris, I wake up, feeling like something happened to me. This wouldn't be a problem, except everyone else has talked so much BS, (at least that's what I have to assume) that I can't really get any one to assist me in any way.
The only thing I need is money, I can make money with money, I can manage/plan/spend perfectly fine on my own. Despite being broke my entire life.

No, I don't know what level of nobility or where or any of that, but I do know a lot more than anyone realizes about a lot of different things. Including your standing in the world, what it is, and what it should be.

Give me an ID Card and a Credit Card. I will make it here or there. (Any "there") You can find me online, if you can access DOD computers.

If not, I am not sure you can. Either way. I want/need assistance, and am really tired of asking for it. Which is something I almost never do, and if I do, I needed it last week.
And by the way whether or not it started or ended with someone else doing it, ultimately the fact that everyone I went to Basic training with is dead or in jail, means the US Army is responsible for a lot more than they will ever admit. For example HGH test results were apparently not at as good as hoped. We are almost all dead or incarcerated. We were almost all 17 years old. Still couldn't even vote.
I do not want to work with Chris, so I need a way to make money. Hence the request for a credit card. So I can spend the money I need to spend in order to be able to do "anything!"