District of CoLumbia

19 January 2012, Washington DC. Philippine Ambassador to the United States Jose L. Cuisia, Jr. inducted last night the new board members and officers of the Philippine American Foundation for Charities (PAFC), led by its board chairman, Mr. Ador Carreon, and incoming president, Ms. Eileen Nadal.

Ambassador Cuisia cited PAFC’s initiatives and accomplishments, including its immediate response to extend assistance to the victims of Typhoon Sendong and the numerous grants it has extended to various organizations. Citing PAFC’s “great dedication and steadfast commitment” to the Filipino-American community in metro D.C., he said “PAFC celebrates the rich unique Filipino identity and underscores the significant contribution of the Filipino-American community to the advancement of a progressive American society.”

election riggers and liers

This Newspaper continues to follow the Coverage of the Prosecution of Philippine former President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo, and has coined a new phrase calling it "technical malversation" in regard to her Tampering with Election procedures and outcomes, and that is Much more Important than any point that she makes in her statement; here.

Election Fraud ruins lives and ruins countries; no matter how much she wants to be rich and popular (and powerful, in her Supreme Court appointments).

My Own Life was sabotaged terribly by the Missouri Secretary of State , and ('Technical Malversation' is what she continues to do about it ) and I wish that Anyone in the USA had enough guts to write something True about that in the popular Newspapers (Every Day).

GMA: It's the economy | The Manila Bulletin Newspaper Online
www.mb.com.ph

US Embassy, Manila

Tharon Chandler
10:51 AM ; 5 January 2012

to FBU.manila, AskDOJ, elizabeth, editor,

Dear Sir or Mam at US Social Security- Philippines,

I plan to meet with someone at your office, later today, and here i offer some information in attempts to have a more productive meeting. It is a difficult decision i face to try and live here, rather than to return to the USA (Washington State, Tennessee, California, Kansas). My time here has been spent mostly in Davao and though i still am Homeless I have been in this country since August 7, of 2011. Some freinds here insist that i get proper 'papers' for 'marrying a Filipina' in the future and i think that Could help solve many problems that have beset my life before. I hope i can sound sensible and succinct in my communication and that our mutual endeavors will be successful.

I am a Victim of some type of 'Identity Theft' and i have reason to believe that those perpetrators have involved my own brother (a man two- years younger than myself and quite similar in appearance). There is a terrible 'mafia' present in the Tennessee town where i grew up and I have reason to believe that They try to pretend that 'he is me' and/ or that i myself am the person of my brother; in some socio-economic circles and vice-versa. They have tampered with US Mail to include important correspondence to me from the University of Memphis (my alma mater- May 94 and graduate school through 2001). Now, their motive in the 'Identity Theft' they have perpetrated does include their greed for money as might include some un-received inheritance that I should be eligible for; in my suspicion it includes their organized crime with regard to High Politics, money laundering, graft, insurance fraud and other Bank scandals; all unknown to me. If I could prove their wrongdoing i might try but most people are afraid of those groups and several people have been murdered at proximity. Some of the better people at University of Memphis were aware of what was happening to me but they worked there and were also afraid. Some of the worse people there are among the perpetrators that I speak of; dangerously. They ruined my career for many years and though i do have a physical disability, as recorded and resounded by medical doctors and other administrators; my largest problem previously was those bad people ruining my career from their highly political connection network (it's the old South and I wanted to teach at an inner-city high school; a classmate of mine in grad school was murdered at her home while i attended at UM, and I believe she was killed by some of the same perpetrators that I mention). Now, I have lived on Social Security disability and SSI since September of 2007.

If i do remain here to live, as I intend to tell you today, i hope I can receive SS benefits until such time as I might gain lucrative employment, here or elsewhere; and i pray that those benefits will not be less in value than i receive now monthly. Your consideration is appreciated. Thanks.

signed,
W. T. Chandler

Students beaten by Police at UC

Monday, Nov. 21, 2011
University of California Office of the President
(copied from newsletter online):

In meeting with chancellors, President Yudof outlines actions on several fronts

University of California President Mark G. Yudof convened the chancellors of all 10 campuses today (Monday, Nov. 21) and asserted that they must do everything possible to protect the rights of students, faculty and staff to peaceful protest.

He reiterated that he was appalled by the images of students being doused with pepper spray at UC Davis and jabbed with batons at UC Berkeley. “We cannot let this happen again,” he said.

During a teleconference, Yudof told the chancellors he had directed senior UCOP staff to move immediately on several fronts to:
Examine recent incidents involving use of force on UC campuses.
Organize a thorough examination of police procedures, protocols and training.
Put in place a structure to assemble recommendations for longer-term practices to ensure the safety of members of the UC community engaged in peaceful protest.
While expressing his confidence in the leadership of UC chancellors, he said he was directing senior staff to work with all of the campus police chiefs to bring together policies governing use of force at each of the locations, as well as requirements for the presence of senior administrators and observers in certain situations.

Further details about plans for the systemwide reviews of specific incidents of use of force and current protocols are expected to be shared with the public this week.

A Note To My Dad

A message to Pete Chandler; an Email from Mr Tharon Chandler.


Dad i always liked it when u wrote me a note and i knew that it was an important message. I still miss u all tho i have chosen to not live there but elsewhere. Now i want to tell u how i am doing and to ask for your help.

I am Tharon Chandler and i'm your eldest son, born September 14 of 1967; to William Pete Chandler and Katie Mae Buie (Chandler), to the best of my knowledge.

Many times over the years i have been doing Very well in life, for myself; tho it always seemed you never knew it and was being told the Opposite. Why would i choose to live up in under your footstool? It seems that upsets u when i don't come there and be the Failure You always said i was. It is a blessing to get out of that corrupt town and the path of that Mafia of Tommy Santini Richie Story Shirley Bailey, and you need to count that blessing for me as well.

The whole U.S. country and most of Lawrenceburg has gone down of financial depression. It is God's will i find better and if any man bring a child into this world; whether i am secretly the offspring of Bud Chandler or Harold Buie then the parents and the children have an obligation to the other, just as every Christian Brother has an obligation to the other. I am Now among better people and better opportunity to have kids than ever and BELIEVE ME, MY PEOPLE DO NOT WANT YOUR MONEY.

You need not castrate me in order to protect your nest egg for shirley and darlene. I need some of your money now; as if you ever plan for me to have any of it after your gone, because the people i live with now are very poor and they cannot be expected to provide for me (supposedly thye Handsome American). A man here (a Church Deacon and Good Citizen) would like for me to marry his daughter and i don't imagine theese people so squeemish as the Amish came to be (after your mafia got in contact).

I need you to help me now and i need you to Help Katie, financially with gifts of money. My plane ticket to here was recently $700 out of all i could get in the world, and that was a Bargain at that price. My bank account is overdrawn and it will mess up my direct deposit from social security if i can't bring the balance up soon. Please help me now as there myt not ever be another chance. If i go broke here i'm in danger of being killed and eaten by desperate outlaws, and i sure as Hell don't plan to leave here any time soon. The Church people i go with now are the nicest and best people i have Ever met.

Please help me and help your first wife now.
A note to Pete Chandler from Mr William Tharon Chandler, on August 14 of 2011.

Alaska

After having visited all the lower 48 states (including Hawai'i but not Maine) I usually have a good time yet still could not get away from the sinister people whom are secretly poisoning me. Someone has been injecting something into my gluteous, in the middle of the night when i sleep, sometimes passed out after a drunken night on the town. I am usually not a 'sloppy' drunk though i am very tired after a lot of walking and beer and flerting with young women and often a big meal at a discount Chinese place. I am usually asleep by 9:30 pm and it doesn't matter how far i might go into the woods to sleep, nor even how close to home; the Killers can get to me and then somehow render me fully unconscious and inject 2 shots that leave a mark and an itchy lump; in either buttock. Es always 2 shots as looks like a 'snake-bite' with one of the 'teeth-marks' slightly larger and more itchy; thus part done seemingly as a reference to the fact that i am missing one 'eye tooth' on the top or the left canine incisor, in an otherwise decent smile (a victim of an over-zealous dentist many years ago as a young teen).

Now, it is not young teen girls i am seeking in my adventures around the country and recently on international treks, but 'Older' teen girls and young women; like the kind that every real man likes, unless he is a lier. I have wanted and sought a wife though in the process I like 'Island girls' and California girls, and southern belles and Northern girls. Perhaps it is an older, jealous women whom is persecuting me. Likely at least one of those is included in the cruel group as includes some small town big fat lawyers, some former governors, a jealous brother-in-law, a diabolical sister, a cold cruel father and his dishonest secretary and also his wives, and then my younger brother who makes an eager crony for a pseudo-significant mafia Don, in a small pond. It is with no tinge of Jealousy that i relate the information and i'd rather live without having to mention that part of it. Some business and some significant illegal business, only remotely detected by me, wants me to be the scapegoat, there. I have been gone a lot from the South and specificly from middle Tennessee, early and often.

It was time i visit Alaska and the trip was begun recently in one of the best and only seasons for it; July of 2011. I went alone as always. It wasn't easy to get out of Tennessee, again, and surely my best judgement is against returning there. It previously was some decent party territory or had some good people for a student to meet, like near the sororities of Vandy and U.T. Now the whole region is in decline, industry lost to overseas, agriculture suffering from severe weather and selfish management; there is little left outside status struggle and Gold digging. Alaska was on my radar not only because it is a U.S. state i had yet to visit but also on my way to go back to Surigao, Philipines; to chase some fine, face-book tail i had met before when i somehow had a round trip ticket. This time i might need to kayak across the South China Sea or anyway catch a 'slow boat to Shanghai', out of Anchorage.

There is a lot to learn about Alaska though i knew it is large and has some deadly mountain ranges even for flying over. I would come to realize the joy and beauty and comradery of the Alaska Marine Parkway, the ferry boat system that carries passengers and cars and motorcycles up the 'inner-passage', with a park-ranger aboard. I heard an old one say he had seen " 'rain-man', reindeer and it didn't matter what time of year", jeje. The inside passage goes through a long and beautiful ravine or glacial trough, with sno-capped peaks on either side of the river-like waterway.

The Golden Stairs

This phrase, "The Golden Stairs" refers to a passage into the Yukon Territory of Canada, and the 'Gold Rush' that happenned there of 1897/98. It is a mountain pass that culminates from the ending of 'the inner passage' or waterway from Seattle, going around British Columbia, into the territory of the Yukon River where Gold was found in the late 1800's and the ensuing mass of people whom then trekked there in search of fortune and adventure. I say adventure because that is often all they came away with after traversing the summit into Canada, over the steep mountain face that often yeilded 'gold' to the 'Stampeders' who carved a staircase in the snow, and carried the needed goods for profit, over the granite boulders one would find there in the summer; the place where most person's could not carry much weight any longer, especially going upwards after the long trail to that point on what is now usually a '3 day hike' for avid camper types from around the world. I remember the nature scenery and the people fondly from my recent visit, and I made it alone and intact to 'Caribou Crossing', Yukon: Canada; though i was not allowed to continue toward Fairbanks AK, Anchorage AK, and to my ultimate destinations in Asia. Perhaps my note here pertains to modern fascism and the obvious problems denoted by terrible and unexplained disasters and deaths/ murders and deranged killers as we see in the current news sources. It pertains to some people 'holding others down' while they take advantage and even them encarcerating and poisoning innocent others; not to mention forcing some and some 'loved-ones' into sexual servitude. It is clear that some entities such as some of the Canadian border patrol and some American policemen are a harbinger in some such frustrations.

I knew it was a long way to Fairbanks and to Anchorage, from Seattle, and that i would be into completely uncharted adventure, for modern times, if i made it out on a boat going West from Anchorage and Kodiak. Could you imagine gaining passage on an Asian shipping vessel and comming by water into Tokyo or Sapporro, or to Shanghai; a very international city, actually. The idea for me was to save money on costs and to get over there somehow, to that area where i had freinds in communication. I had been to Seoul, but by air and some professional hosts. To be on the ground over there wherever a boat might land, among native and ordinary Asians, like the type that rarely see an American, would be a great adventure and one I enjoyed in the Southern provinces of the Philipines; in Spring of 2011.

My boat trip up thru the inner passage of Alaska went fine and i knew I had some support of people who could see my situation even more clearly than i myself, though the later part or trails and travel would require much endurance and they wouldn't be able to assist me in that part. There is some success in simply having tried, even with some danger.

My map was from the US Forest service, showing the 'Tongas' and someone had circled 'Haines junction' and Anchorage and i knew they had done it to show me my way, that i must go. The options for that left choices and always in hind-sight the other might have been better. I chose and went through Scagway, a charming old town with some nice churches and quite interesting bars, restaurants and theatres though we all knew that Winter would be Much different. The town had one gas station and one grocery store, and a very good internet cafe.

The trail leaving there, out of an ancient place on the tidal flatts called Dyea, was steep and rugged at first though it flattenned out and was wonderfully flat and scenic for the days walk (on what for most people is a '3 day hike' on the 'Chilkoot Trail' or Klondike pass). Then, after passing up the first obvious camp-site with rustic amenities, after a good long day's hike (done all starting after 4 pm and continued 'under the midnight sun', i came right into a camp-sight complete with a forest service shelter, and a lone stranger was in a tent on the far side. To my utter surprise someone then messed with me in my space there in the middle of the night and purposely left clues they had been there without my knowing. Some people were trying to frustrate me and generally to ruin my success for the endeavor. My walk for the next day started at dawn and already there was a stranger learking about, the place was called 'pleasant camp' and was near the remnance called 'canyon city'. There had been 'tent cities' all through the vally at the turn of the previous century.

The views of the river and lakes was just awe inspiring; like most people from the south would never know that is up there, all green and blue and Deep. The trail was often intersected with amazing gusher waterfalls comming down the mountain from the visible 'glacier' ice above. Often the hiker must go through a waterfall and then up near the summit must cross 'fields' of ice. One can see deep crevaces in the ice and any hiker might slip and fall down with the threat of gravity looming. It was a joy to be there, even in sandals and yet i was sick, deep inside, having been poisoned by someone the night before. At times my legs cramped like never before in life. I knew I was in danger though i knew i would not turn back. To be going up the wall that is the topic of many paintings and drawings in the area, the granite boulder wall that i then learned is often called 'the Golden Stairs', is certainly historicly significant. At that point, on July 13 of 2011, i often had to stop and rest just to keep going.

To stop and look around, from a boulder on the mountain face, was like being way up in the sky on a teeter totter. Twas best to just look at the trail though there wasn't any specific footpath; only the general direction, up, up, up. This place is remote and there aren't many other people out there at all. Roads across the mountains have since been built over a different juncture near; White Pass they call it. This one is called 'The Chilkoot Trail' and has been ever since the 1890's. Comming over the top of the summit of the pass means Canada. Now from the jurisdiction of the Alaska Park Rangers, visible on the lower portions of the American side of the trail, one can now see Canadian Flags and cabins, still very few people and then after trekking a ways down the other side, over ice fields and waterfalls; to Happy Camp. At 'Happy Camp' i met people from Switzerland and Germany and of course Canada. They gave me food.

The fog lifted slowly from up there the next morning. A female Ranger came through as i went out the other way. The formal trail ends at 'Lake Bennett', an amazing sight to be sure. And then the local train takes em out to 'Carcross' and WhiteHorse; Yukon. I had hiked almost to Carcross and was up the next morning when the Mountie found me. I didn't need him though it was cold and wet that day, there. It was the work of the mafia that he came to find me; to send me back toward the persecution and the poisoners and man those people aren't simply mean but are after money and are seemingly demon posessed, like of witchcraft and sorcery and i ain't gonna play it. The trouble is not caused by any majority or any specific population, anywhere, only by a faction of a few fascists that the others are afraid to correct. What is it that causes all the 'mad bombers' and crazy stories we hear about and cannot understand? Why would a normal person be stopped from travelling where he wanted to go? Did they battle against witch-craft?

What character flaw is fascism and what can the promoters of 'world peace' and personal sanity do to help and cure the sick materialist poisoners; such as the poisoners that are killing me?