From: garys@netcom.com (Gary Stollman)
Newsgroups: alt.politics.bush,alt.politics.clinton
Subject: THIS GOVERNMENT IS BEING RUN BY A BUNCH OF NAZIS!!!
Summary: How this government destroyed my life...
Keywords: aliens, clones, stollman, reagan, bush, clinton, invasion
Date: 3 Sep 92 20:05:01 GMT
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest)


I am Gary Stollman, the person who pulled the toy gun on Tv Consumer
Advocate David Horowitz on live television at the set of KNBC in 1987,
forcing him to read a statement on the air about how the CIA and aliens
had replaced my family and friends with clones.  I gained access to the
studios because my father, Max Stollman, had been a reporter for the
station as a spokesman for pharmacy.  My father is a pharmacist, and owner
of our pharmacy, Family Pharmacy, in Beverly Hills, California.  He is a
past president of the California Pharmacists Association and the winner of
a nationwide prize for being the best pharmacist in the country.  

In 1981, while attending school in Tallahassee, Florida, it became
apparent to me that I had people in my classes who were placed there for
the sole purpose of spying on me and driving me insane.  These facts were
beared out by several sources, including a friend whose father worked for
the CIA who had obtained my file and had urged me repeatedly to get off of
computers, telling me that they didn't trust people on computers and would
ruin my life.  I didn't believe at the time that this could be possible,
and so ignored his warnings.  It soon became evident that he was correct.  

In December of 1981, I was forced to sign myself into a small mental
facility in town by a counselor at Tallahassee Community College, who had
refused to allow me to continue my studies unless I did so, after I had
brought the things happening in my classes to her attention.  In the
hospital, my father called me on a pay phone, and asked me if I knew if
the conversation was being monitored.  This was a total shock, as my dad
has no knowledge of such things, and could have only meant that he was
being forced to ask it by someone over him, and that he was probably
confined in some kind of government prison camp.  He then said other
things which indicated to me that this was indeed the case.  Then my
sister called me and told me that my brother-in-law had gone insane from
the EXACT same kind of things which had been happening to me for the past
six or seven months.  I was totally shocked, as he was one of the
strongest guys I had ever met, when I had flown to New York for her
wedding to him that year.  She said he had lost his job because of it, and
when she put him on the phone I asked him desperately exactly what kinds
of things had happened, but he was so upset and nervous that he couldn't
even speak about it.  I immediately went to one of the doctors there and
demanded to be released.  She told me that I had the right to sign myself
out, and I asked for the form to sign.  She reluctantly gave it to me,
telling me that she didn't think I was READY to be released.  I filled out
the form, and she asked me if I would sign another form to sign myself
back in again.  I adamantly refused, and she went into a closed room with
some other people who "worked" there.  After I had gotten off the phone
with my sister, I had demanded to see these other workers IDs, and they
told me they didn't have to show me their IDs.  

After a few minutes, the door to the room opened and this woman
psychiatrist came out and told me I was being put on an emergency hold,
and was being transferred to the main mental hospital in town.  I
immediately jumped on the phone and called up a friend of mine who worked
at Florida State University and told him to get me an attorney.  After a
few minutes, some Sheriff's Deputies came into the facility and took me
forcibly to the other hospital.  At the other facility, I was told that I
had the right to sign myself in voluntarily, but that if I didn't they
would seek a court order to keep me there, a law known in Florida as the
Baker Act.  I felt it was in my best interest and so signed myself in.  A
few days later, an attorney from the Public Defenders Office, whom my
friend had called, came by and told me to just sit tight and go along with
it, and in a few days I would be released.  My mother called me, and said
things which indicated to me that somehow she was possibly in the same
boat as I believed my father was.  However, I kept my cool, and a few days
later, I was transferred back to the smaller facility and shortly
afterwards released.

Since that first unlawful and wrongful first admission, I have over the
past ten years been forced ILEGALLY by forces beyond any normal human
being's control into many mental hospitals.  In some cases, my signature
was actually forged on the admission forms to confine me.  Most of the
cases, however, involved either my "parents" or the police or other
officials throwing me by physical force into locked wards, where I was
told that if I wouldn't sign myself in VOLUNTARILY, they would go to court
and have a judge put me into the facility involuntarily!  I was coerced
by these means to sign myself into long periods of confinement, far away
from friends or family in some cases.  

During the time previous to these things happening, I lived happily in
Tallahassee, content on simply going to school, and becoming a computer
programmer.  However, I began to get strange phone calls from my parents,
which indicated that something was wrong, although I couldn't put my
finger on it at the time.  When these calls went to the point of
incredulity, I began to suspect that there were other, very powerful forces
at work.  I had been followed around the country for many years by people
from California, who I believe were rich enemies I had accidently made in
the course of living there and going to school.  I began to have people
bothering me while attending Grossmont Community College in San Diego
during the period of 1971-1973.  When I left there early, and used an
inheritance from my grandmother to travel around the country looking for a
4-year school to go to, I began to notice cars from California with the
same license numbers everywhere I went.  I began to have people bother me
at museums, national parks, etc., wherever I would go.  I believe this may
have all started from a bus trip I took when I was sixteen with a bunch of
rich kids from Los Angeles.  I got into a fight with a few of them over
some girls on the bus, and they swore they would get even with me the rest
of my life.  If you don't think people are this crazy, you need to move to
LA!  

This story is much more involved that what I am putting on here in these
few paragraphs, but suffice it to say that this involves the entire
past government of Florida, and the past two administrations.  After I was
released from the first hospitalization, my mom came to see me, and I KNEW
that it was NOT my real mother.  The voice was different, and I have
perfect pitch, and she almost ripped the door to my bedroom off with her
bare hands.  I went running off into the night in terror, and wound up
driving to Cincinnati, where I was picked up by some police in events too
involved and strange to get into in this note.  For more information, I
would suggest that you read past notes from the news groups
alt.alien.visitors or alt.conspiracy, where I have been writing for some time.

The gist of this note is this.  The things which have happened to me have
been extremely severe and extremely serious.  They indicate that the
government has knowledge of alien beings and techniques involving the
cloning of human beings and forces we can barely comprehend.  It is also
quite apparent that the government is bypassing the Constitution, to a
degree which is scarcely believable.  The entire telephone system of LA
and Tallahassee has been subverted, and everyone I have contact with has
reported having problems with their phones, and believe they are being
tapped.  From what I have read here on Usenet and the way I was placed
into these hospitals with such ease, it is possible that the entire US
medical profession has been overthrown, and replaced by clones.  Now, I
realize what I am saying, but you would need to review the kinds of things
that I have gone through to understand the full implications of what I am
saying.  

In November of last year, my mom had a stroke, and had bypass surgery. 
Although she survived the operation, she was left paralzyed on the left
side.  I was in Tallahassee at the time, with my girlfriend, who was
living with me.  I gradually had a nervous breakdown, because of the
situation regarding my mom, and wound up having things happen to me
similar to the ones which have been going on for ten years.  I ran out
into the street and lay down on the ground, screaming for help of ANY
kind.  People began rushing up to me, asking how they could help.  After a
few minutes, other people came up and these people ran off.  To try to
describe actual events would make you hop the nearest plane to the most
remote area in South America in terror.  Suffice it to say that an
ambulance came, and I was placed onto a stretcher and put in the back.  I
offered no resistance, and was taken to the Emergency Room at Tallahassee
Memorial Hospital.  There I was unloaded and placed into a small room. 
Some people who were in the room began strapping me down to the stretcher
with heavy tie-downs, all the time saying things about how "That's how we
do it in Texas!", and similar bullshit.  After running people in and out
of the room for almost fifteen minutes, to see who they could trust, a
"doctor" came in and pulled down my shorts and taking a scapel, cut my
dick on each side.  I bled profusely and screamed in agony but the nice
man told me it would be over soon.  Then without anyone stopping to help
in any way or do anything, I was placed back in the ambulance and taken to
Tallahassee Memorial Psychiatric Hospital, and throw into a locked room to
lay and bleed.  If I were to tell you what happened there, you would hop
that plane, or call up NASA to see if there were any flights going to
Mars.  Suffice it to say that I, once again, had to check myself IN to get
OUT.  After two weeks of nightmarish events, I was discharged, and my
girlfriend took me home.  

The point of this note is THIS!  WHY is the government of George Bush and
Ronald Reagan still in power?!  I know they sure wouldn't be if I had had
the intelligence to simply walk out of the Burbank Police Station five
years ago like I could have!  Only my utter stupidity and fear of the
unknown made me let myself be arrested, for the police did NOT want to
arrest me.  They wanted me to go into another mental hospital, and
although I should have, I kept my mouth shut tight, and so they arrested
me on trumped-up charges, and I have had to suffer a living hell for four
years to avoid having a felony record.  FSU has turned me down for
re-admission, unless I go to another shrink, so I have decided on an
alternate course for my life.  I am going to be filing a lawsuit in a
little time against the government that has done this to me.  And I can
only tell you this...If George Bush gets re-elected, you all had better
find a flight to somewhere, preferably Tombago!




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Gary Stollman    Internet: garys@netcom.com     GEnie: G.STOLLMAN
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