To my 471 readers.
1) - My latest great discovery on healing very badly damaged hip joints!
2) - Some of my many interactions with spies! (Although not specifically said - every little detail has actually really happened!)
3) First to sign the President's and Melania's Anniversary card!
My greatest discovery yet - why are so many hip joints failing all over the world? Is there a design flaw with the joint or what?
Frank Pio Russo - Sunday January 20, 2019.
I've worked on this problem ever since 2004, when my hip problem first manifested itself. I have tried many different approaches, however I ended-up as bed-ridden for the whole 24 hours of every day, by July 2018. True, I then had a slight recovery when I implemented my new diabetes cure at the start of September 2018, and was then out of bed and walking around again, with the aid of a walking stick!
Having had my medical career destroyed by jealous colleagues at the Institute of Medical and Veterinary Science (IMVS), through being drugged with LSD a number of times, I wrongly ended-up on the books of the 'Mental Health Authority'! Especially in view of the fact that it was my work-place, that told the hospital that I was sick and should be placed on powerful and addictive anti-psychotics! The reason being that I was a sort of dissident in a slight way, having refused to share my then discovery ideas with the Clinical Chemistry Division of the IMVS, and then having asked my friend "T Ray Osborn" to convene a meeting of the "Technical and Research Committee" of the University of Adelaide, so that I could share my discovery ideas with them instead! My argument at the time revolved around the fact that none of the research being done at the IMVS, had any merit at all! As all those morally bankrupt and hopeless scientists there, only seemed to be interested in 'sleeping' and 'carrying on' with each other!
So virtually, it was as if I was residing in the old USSR, where most dissidents were placed on horrible mental drugs! I sued that horrible place for discrimination and victimization, and after securing my super, left the place. Now as mentioned elsewhere, in 2002 Dr Josie Pyle - (my then GP) - worked out that I had no heartbeat, and had me hospitalized, with the help of maybe "Simon Hein" and 3 other psychiatrists! I managed to escape all their experimental drugs, by appealing to the Democrats on the hospital payphone.
However, I was constantly pursued and hassled by all sorts of spies that made my existence a living hell! By 2004 I'd had enough of it all... all those bastards wanted was to do, was to "steal my discoveries and then flush me down the toilet"! I recall telling - (senior hospital scientist) - Stan Sobecki, that I would rather sacrifice myself then let any of those bastards steal my discoveries! Now I was not the type that would commit suicide, however I decided to starve myself on the pretence that I was to exist on absorbed light only , rather than food!
So all I could do was curse that 'dishonest Johnny' who was moving many departments against me, such as Social Security! I wished he'd stayed up George Bush's arse permanently, like the famous cartoon had showed, and felt no compassion when his wife developed a heart condition of some sort! Also at that time, my friend Ray Osborn used to often catch a ride with the Governor (Betty "something" - or 'Lithgow Flash' as she was known), to the Leukaemia Research Charity or something, and used to often whisper things in her ear. He told me that those bastard MI6 that were constantly after me, and spoke with the Queen's diction, did nothing at all without the queen's say-so or orders! Well there went another curse of mine! But the strongest and most hateful curse, was reserved for that so called Polish actor, John the 23rd! The reason being that I was being persecuted by everybody, but the worst offender was Telstra - who was constantly stressing me out with these massive bogus bills, which they demanded to be paid for! When I actually had no phone, having disconnected it myself a long time earlier! Of course I knew their CEO was Polish just like the Pope! And I recall telling another Polish person - Sobecki again - that not long after I cursed the Pope, he actually died!
Well anyway getting back on topic, I weigh something like about 122 kilos having a big muscular frame, and yet in 2004 to early 2005, I got right down to slightly over 70 kilos! All I was, was skin and bones, and I had a very tiny fall from a ladder... only from a few rungs up, and eventually - no-doubt from the malnutrition - I developed strong hip pain. Then 2 spies - who supposedly were Telstra employees - came to look at next door's phone, and then wanted to re-install my phone... I of course could not stop from abusing the bastards, and telling them where to go! They responded by telling me that if I abused them any further, they'd call the Commonwealth Police on me! I replied... "As far as I am concerned you are the bloody Commonwealth Police!"... Well they left and all these policemen came to rattle my windows and doors, and I didn't make a noise at all inside! Eventually I was ambushed by about a dozen policemen and one policewoman, from the Norwood Police Station, and they put these incredibly tiny handcuffs on me behind my back, with which they came very close to breaking my wrists! Now the reason I'm recounting all of this, is because all those bastards, in the bogus spy hospital I ended-up in, for a second time, were only interested in pumping me with horrible experimental drugs! So much so that they turned me temporarily both blind and deaf... and one female spy was actually crying about my then condition! NONE OF THOSE BASTARDS GAVE TWO HOOTS ABOUT MY BADLY HURTING HIP! MAY ALL THOSE RESPONSIBLE BASTARDS, END-UP PERMANENTLY IN THE GRAVE - WITH NO RESURRECTION!
Months went by with my hip in constant agony! I could take no more 'punishment', and cried out aloud to the Force, by the only name I then Knew! I yelled out "Go! Go! Go! Yahweh... smash them to smithereens! Hit them like a trillion ton tuck! London would be nice!" Well that was the night of July 6th or 7th in 2005, and all I remember was the pale and scared faces, on those bastard MI6 spies the next day! They were totally petrified as the Force answered my prayer, and devastated their capital by using Jehadi-terroriststs. Now whereas the bastards had kept me in there for months, arrangements were quickly made to have me discharged out of the hospital and to go back home! GOOD OLD SYNCHRONICITY TO THE RESCUE!
Well once home, I started to look after my severely hurting hip. Firstly I had it x-rayed, and received the provisional diagnosis of "Avascular Necrosis", and secondly as the pain was constant and unbearable for the whole 24 hours of every day, I began taking many supplements. Well the nutritional approach worked quite well in alleviating a great deal of the intense pain. However those fake mental health people still retained their hooks into me, by demanding that I had regular injections of 'long-life' tranquilizer drugs! Now to me it was very puzzling, because it was my ex-wife that had always been mentally ill, yet nobody ever cared to make sure that she was properly medicated! Whilst the bastards were constantly on my back, for their ulterior spy reasons! Well that injection I was receiving was accelerating the demise of my joints a great deal - including my bad hip! Eventually I ended-up on tablets, and more recently... in the early part of the last year, when my psychiatrist read my history about my time at the IMVS - and recalled that I was only ever ill for very short intervals - he concluded that I'd been poisoned with LSD a number of times - just like I had suspected! In other words I was sick only whilst the organic offending substance, was still in my body!
Now of course, if I were to come-up with the correct cure or therapy for my hip, those offending drugs were no longer there to mask or 'colour' any effect. Let me now list the 11 or so minutes video, that shows most of the supplements I've been using for my hip:
> joint remedies (Video)
Naturally, all these supplements have been a great help... furthermore I also find that a large amount of good coffee helps a great deal! My coffee machine packed up earlier in the week, and my GP saw me struggling a fair bit last Friday!
Having given you all of the background information on the history of my hip pain, I will now divulge how one must proceed to heal such a joint! Now sure, obviously the malnutrition and the slight tiny fall, would have contributed somewhat! However I now know the real cause of the problem! Yes in those years following my stopping of Chlorpromazine in round about 2002, my libido was fully restored! Now I've never hidden the fact that in those few years that I was off tranquilizers, I did masturbate... however I've never had feelings of any sexual kind, toward any teen or child. If that stupid blackmailer from yesterday - claiming to be from Equatorial Guinea - had had any real evidence of such a matter, I'm sure he would have pursued it, instead of making a big deal of masturbation, which just about everybody does sometime. (Anyway whilst we're dealing with this side-issue, I haven't actually had any sex for over 30 years! The reason being, that I did not want to pass my special hormones to just anybody! It would have to be somebody very special as - who knows? - maybe the woman may become physiologically special too - like me!)
Now I'm convinced that the hip joint got damaged through the intense and pronounced arching of the back, whilst masturbating, such that the joint would have swivelled far beyond its normal range of movement! Now the reason why the problem has never healed, is because I have had a special theory about laying in bed, parallel to the orbital movement of the earth. Furthermore I have seriously believed that for 'cosmic' energy lines to be able to flow through my body, I had to lay flat without placing my head high up on a pillow of some sort! Obviously this can easily mean, that one could fall out of the bed, not knowing where the head is positioned in relation to the bed, all the time!
Now getting to the real crux of the matter, just like our arms do not straighten out completely, but retain a slight curvature, likewise our thighs and legs should not go beyond the tolerance that the hip joint has been designed with! Hence I've experimented for most of the day by using a nice pillow! For the first time in many years, I've found that whereas I usually get into bed feeling somewhat okay, and get out as a total cripple - for the first time in many, many years, I actually improved greatly by my bed-rest using the pillow for the first time in many years!
By using the pillow under the head and neck, one increases the deviation of the leg or thigh, from the upper body's projected normal standing vertical... this reduces a lot of the strain and wear and tear of the hip joint! This was the missing key factor, that together with the Rolls-Royce nutrition I've been supplying to my body, greatly helps in allowing the hip joint to recover fully, without one experiencing any further pain at all!
Finally in conclusion, I think I've pulled off another truly great medical discovery, and I hope that most of my teachers at the "Scuola Media Statale - Giosue' Carducci" in Montesarchio, will one day be proud of me! They showed great trust in me, in giving me a vote of "9 " for "Scientific Observations in Natural Sciences", and claimed that the only reason they hadn't given me a 10, was because they reserved that vote only for God!
Frank Pio Russo.
Who are the biggest bastards of the western world? And how do they destabilize and destroy individuals that they target?
Anonymous - November 22, 2018.
The biggest bastards of the western world are undoubtedly its secret services organizations, such as MI6, ASIO, the CIA and MOSSAD. I had plenty of evidence about how these 'mongrels' destabilize and totally destroy, many innocent individuals!
Frank Russo recounted to me how he once had a long discussion with a famous US psychiatrist, who had written many books on psychiatry. He was apparently of Iranian ethnicity, and he really liked some of Frank Russo's scientific articles that he had read!
He told Frank that with his intelligence he could become anybody in this world - even a Prime Minister - but the only thing he could never become was a psychiatrist! Now this left Frank rather perplexed as to what the good doctor was inferring! Well after considering the issue very deeply, Frank came to the conclusion that not only were psychiatrists about the most powerful professionals on our planet, but they - as a class - were the most devious and dishonest individuals around... and were very capable of masquerading as quite normal and very pleasant individuals.
Well apparently the facts were that at least 90 % of them, were working for some secret spy organization, or more correctly, they were on-call - ready to improvise some stratagem for their spy bosses! Frank then recalled how a powerful Attorney General, who had been accused of being a friend of the Mafia, had a very public breakdown! Well there were no grounds for the accusation... sure the Attorney General spoke fluent Italian, but since when has being able to speak a language had criminal connotations? Frank was sure that some psychiatrist- spy had got to him and drugged him to induce his breakdown!
Now these bastard spies use all sorts of dirty tricks to accomplish their objectives! One obvious one is to access the back-yard of their target individual, and spray the various clothes that they find on the clothes-line, with all sorts of drugs! Now if that approach was to fail, because the individual does not dismiss his clothes as being simply itchy, and might actually rewash them and dry them with a dryer inside the house, making them somewhat inaccessible - what then?
Naturally they start using other methods. One common one is to spray them with special psychoactive aerosols. Now should they find a very difficult case, well they'll settle in just turning the individual into an "intensive care" patient! One way they can do this, is by getting in front of their 'target' with knowledge of their intended itinerary, and attempt a right turn where they expect the target that's following them, to also turn right. Now what does the bastard spy do? Well he moves deep into the middle of the road, appearing to prepare to turn right. Naturally the 'target' also lines up behind him, also ready to turn! But wait, what's this bastard spy up to? He's had plenty of opportunity to turn and he hasn't! Well the traffic lights actually go amber, and the bastard still doesn't move despite you blowing your horn at him! He actually waits - with you trapped or sandwiched behind him - till the cars on the intersecting road start moving because of their now green light! He actually does his turn at the very last instant and only just manages to avoid an accident! Thanks to that bastard spy, you're left in the middle of the road with cars screaming towards you from both sides... the only thing you can do is to forcefully press your horn and keep it pressed for as long as it takes for the other drivers to become aware of your predicament!
You might wonder how these bastard spies know all your movements! Well as soon as you become their target, the bastards place a "network" over your house! From that moment on, it's the bastards that answer all your outgoing calls, and if they suspect you happen to know the people you're ringing, well they just play a message-bank for you and hope you're dumb enough to leave a message! Now regardless of who you ring - whether it's a workman or simply a government department - whoever rings you back or comes to carryout some job or repairs at your place - will definitely be a spy! You might end-up getting almost a dozen silent numbers in a row from Telstra, because you believe your phone might be compromised! However it's all pointless because it's the spies that give you your new number, and it is very obvious because they even manage to convince you to accept "call control" without realizing that the spies with your call-control code can do all sorts of new tricks with your phone!
Another common trick they use to get you mangled-up in a vehicular accident, is to turn into a supermarket entrance drive-way which is totally empty, and they have observed you by satellite to closely follow in these sort of situations! Well they slam the brakes on, at the start of the driveway for no reason at all, but simply to trap you on the road behind them with a massive bus that keeps coming and has no intention of stopping! You keep blowing the horn but the accident gets very close to happening, and you decide to escape onto the other side of the driveway beyond the middle barrier and take your chances with any traffic coming the other way!
Of course there is the "direct hit" variation that the bastards also play, and it involves a truck driver going along this long big curve near Verdun... now he is on the outside of the road's semi-circle and it's probably being synchronized through satellites! He wilfully swings inwards towards you, and you only just mange to dodge him!
Another habit that the bastards observe with their satellites, is that you might often take off near the edge of the road, and as the traffic clears - you move to the right into the flow of traffic! Well they arrange for this spy - a big woman built like a Russian tank - to attempt to t-bone you at very high speed by making out she was turning into the driveway that your car is about to go past! However the force tells you to suddenly stop, and the bastard spy flies through at very high speed - in front of you - with just skimming past your front bumper bar!
Well thanks to the force being on your side, the bastards are not having much luck! So they try to scare you to death to totally intimidate you! They come near your bedroom window at 3 am, and to make sure they've got your wakeful attention they bring along this old hen, which they go ahead and hurt to make it cry out aloud! Then they quickly play this macabre and horrible funeral music. Now a stupid person may dismiss it all as a bad dream, however a few hours later - as the dawn is starting - you go and check the area, and what do you find? Well the poor victimized hen was still there near your window... so you give it some food and water, as it was an innocent victim of those bastards as well! Your father might happen to be over and he might say: "Bring that chicken inside - I will cook it and kill those bastards' magic!". However the only meat you ever eat, is the type that's already dead in a supermarket fridge or freezer... and tell your father off!
Anyway it does have the intended affect of shaking you up a bit! So you go and see a psychiatrist for a brief unscheduled visit, and as you wait in the waiting room this old nurse or matron or whatever comes in - the most obvious bloody spy you'd ever seen! She obviously knew you well because she started talking about another nurse who was an acquaintance or friend of yours... and then she tests how you react to what she goes on to rave about! She claims that she was "getting very old" and she was "very upset that she had no-body to leave all of her money and property to"... now she probably expected you to say "you can leave it to me", but instead you remained silent! So she stops beating around the bush and she says "This is a psychiatrist's clinic... look just tell him that you're 'high' and having a breakdown - and maybe get yourself admitted for a bit of a rest!"... Now the bloody spying bitch had gone too far! So you put her in her place and emphatically tell her that you're not high nor are you having a breakdown!
The spy appears to react a bit incredulously! Then she says - "Well if that's true, then tell me what it's actually like to be "high"? Well to stop her from pestering you, you answer her and say "Well it's like coming down the freeway from the top of the hills, at full speed with no brakes! Waiting for an accident to happen!". Then the doctor calls you in and you're glad to be rid of that old spy! You tell your Dr that you think Russian spies are after you, because you contacted their embassy and asked to publish some articles in Russian journals - and ask him whether that's realistic, pointing out that the media had been raving on about Russian spies being all over Adelaide which was the defence capital of Australia, (obviously a cover to throw suspicion on the Russians)! Well he thinks about it and then he says to you - "Look it's not the Russians at all, it's the CIA - and from what you're telling me, I tend to surmise that the Shell building you mentioned might be one of their headquarters!"
Well you realize that what he said made perfect sense, as one of the spies that you referred to the police, had a perfect cover as a Shell manager who just travelled all over the countryside presumably collecting money... and with the excuse that her long trips were very boring, she actually invited you to accompany her... presumably so that they could kidnap you once you were out in no-where land out in in the countryside! (Her name was Gabrielle Curtain from a little town in NSW, and your expansive incredible brain quickly picked up an unrealistic possibility - like many spies these were hanging out as a pair of women... however how realistic was it for 2 school girls to grow-up in NSW and continue to hang out together into mature adulthood, without actually being lesbian lovers?! Well to make this Gabrielle disappear the Shell building claimed that she had got married. The biggest clue that you were dealing with a bloody spy, was the fact that she would never answer her phone, but instead she would always ring whatever number it was on reverse charges, and she would be listening as the operator would ask you whether you wanted to accept the charges - thus learning who it was that had rung her!
Most of these experiences mentioned thus far, happened in1988 - (mainly in October) - when the western world was giving a cold shoulder to the protagonist, simply because they worshipped that moron - Einstein! However things got even more intense from 2002 onward to 2005. Now I'm sure that whilst about 90 % of psychiatrists are agents on-call, at least about 50 % of GP's are also agents on call! The sort of thing that a GP is called upon to do, is to facilitate the actions of the bogus psychiatrists... to give you one example, the bastards may want to destabilize someone with miraculous physiology, and have him locked-up in a fake hospital ward, where possibly all the so-called patients as well as the staff, are all devious agents! Well to get a foot into the house to carry out their criminal intentions, they get the GP Josie Pyle to write a fake prescription for Prozac for the targeted individual which is then claimed to be a mistake and it supposedly was meant for somebody else!
But it was obviously designed to get this bastard psychiatrist in on the act! I am 90% sure that his name might have been Simon Hein... (look I really hate stupid Drs like him, who spend very minimal money on an old clapped-out Mercedes, and think they're fooling everybody into thinking that he's driving a new Rolls or something! What a moron!) anyway the 'bastard' comes to your house under false pretences! And then starts claiming that you sound a bit stressed out, and innocently asks you whether you might enjoy admitting yourself as a voluntary patient for a bit of a rest! You flat-out refuse his suggestion, and then his true motives come out! The lying bastard mentions that "bitch" Doctor Pyle, who was his partner in crime, and he says that you must be sick because that "slut" GP Pyle had prescribed Prozac for you! Now no matter what you would have said, it was your word against those bastard spies! They get you locked-up, and all of a sudden 3 more psychiatrists showed up, whom you'd never seen before and they didn't know you from a bar of soap! These went ahead signing some document to do with your detention, and the bogus ward starts preparing for pumping you full of experimental drugs!
However you've got an unpleasant surprise for all those bastard spies! You had got very chummy and close to the Democrats, so you ring them on the hospital payphone, and ask for their help to stop those bastard criminal Drs, from giving you all these massive doses of experimental drugs! (Good old Natasha... I really used to like her!) Well everybody in that fake ward - that had all sorts of people in there - a bit like some sort of United Nations operation, were very amazed and said that you had very powerful friends! The person in charge there was a Canadian who I think was called Alex, then there was a very tall black man from the US, and there were many who spoke the Queen's English! Obviously MI6 spies! Anyway thanks to the Democrats, you were soon out of that prison!
But the fun and games were only just beginning! To destabilize you, they had about 17 cars following you where-ever you went! And your phone was constantly ringing in from locations all over the world! Also there was a constant stream of people knocking on your front door, with most of them being bastard-agents masquerading as charity collectors! You also noticed that a lot of your take-away food places, were being sold and possibly had new spy- owners that wanted to interfere with your take-away food. Furthermore these spies were often adding items in your shopping trolley without you knowing about it!
Look we could go on recounting many more evil deeds by these bastard spies, however I think that a fair bit of what happened, following what we have already narrated, has already been mentioned by Frank in other articles.
Ps. Apparently that female spy GP got executed for presumably knowing too many secrets above her classification - at about 44 years of age! I wonder what's become of that totally dishonest spy psychiatrist... he was far more guilty than that GP - if there's any justice in this world I can guess what should happen to him!
Melania, I hope both you and, Donald really have a great and fantastic day on the 22nd! Why it's almost as if it's a special day for me as well! I was supposed to have got married on that day in 1977 - however this devious girl I knew asked me if we could post-pone ours so that she could have that day! I think she thought that by going earlier, she'd get all the best Presents! Once again have a wonderful day! FRANK PIO RUSSO.