2020 Democratic Presidential Candidate
They know what you did to VP J. R. Biden, Jr. and they proved it.
July 21, 2019 -
Hello Kamala Devi Harris,
Kamala, there is a reason that there is a Warning page attached to my Website. It is to stop visitors from making the mistake of attacking me, the author of this Website and or others she loves since I write on behalf of God, His Son, and others about what I see, hear, say, do, touch, taste, and have. Because what happened to me on July 31, 2011, really did happen, when I had a conversation with God, the Devil, others on the other side and found typed written words left behind for me to see (read) that landed me in the psychiatric ward because no one believed me. Not my husband, not my former clergies, not my father, not my sister, and not the ER providers who Baker Acted me for nine days, where I took notes from what was put on my mind to write down. While in the facility, someone gave me my info that I had a long history of mental illness that I was unaware of. Later, I read my medical records from the facility, not all of it, because the woman wanted to charge me about $140 for the psychiatrists’ notes. Yes, I do have panic attacks, anxiety, depression, and on Social Security Disability, and I do not accept the rest of the psychiatrists’ claims that all had made.
Kamala I was born in Honolulu, Hawai’i with an extra sense that my mother did not understand and would get upset with me, and it would have been valuable if my father had told me about himself and experiences that happened to him as me. One day I misread the Walk and Don’t Walk light when I stepped onto a busy crosswalk intersection in Honolulu. I turned my head to my left, and it was either a small red sports car or the city bus, when all of a sudden, someone snatched me from behind and pulled me back to the sidewalk for my safekeeping. When I turned around, no one was there, and yet, one torn back pants pocket. The reason I wrote two different vehicles because it happened twice when a female classmate was behind me at the same crosswalk where I misread the Walk and Don’t Walk light, again. She snatched me from behind to save me from suffering and premature death.
When I was about six or seven, I was at the City and County for an examination after a male U.S. Army soldier had molested me. After the nurse and doctor left the room, I asked my mother about the people in the room. She said that they were four people in the room: The doctor, the nurse, my mother, and me. After what she said, I asked about the other people, who filled up the room looking at me with sad faces, too, and my mother did not say a word, she just stared at me.
Before my acceptance letter to attend Lahainaluna High School as one of the first group of females to attend a once boys’ boarding school, I used to sleepwalk. While at Lunas, I used to gather rocks with shiny specks and dead dragonflies and brought them to my dorm room. One evening, as I stood in my room, a swirl of dust formed in front of my feet, and I high-tailed out of the dorm to go speak with a Hawaiian male boarder, who told me to take the rocks back and dragonflies, too [that I wanted to keep], and try to find the spots from where I gathered. Before I returned to my room, I broke off a Ti leaf, thrashing it about my room, thinking I could do a blessing to save me since I did not know who it was. One morning, I awoke clothe with one hand stretch in front, ready to open the gate to the campus cemetery. After I saw the graves and markers thru the gate, I high-tailed passed the English classrooms, library, one other building, and parking lot to burst thru the doors and hid under my blanket and sheet. This happened twice. The exciting moment, I used to sleep butt naked, and yet, whoever got ahold of my mind made sure to dress my body and feet, too. During my sophomore year, someone told a freshman to speak with me about when she stood in front of the same gate to the campus cemetery. While there, a bird allowed me to pet it, and it stepped onto my finger. After I showed a few boarders outside the TV room, one boy tried to snatch the bird from me, when an older boy blocked his hand, and then he looked at me and told me to take the bird back to the tree. This bird knew when school was out and would come and visit my window as I dressed for work.
On a trip from New London, CT to Long Island, NY, traveling late at night on unfamiliar roads and speeding in my 1988 Honda CRX, I did not understand each arrow sign since I was a new driver. Then I looked up and saw my male co-worker looking at me thru my rearview mirror, I slammed on my brakes when I saw him, and by doing so, had stopped me from blowing thru the rails at the end when I circled the tight bend. Then I said, “Douglas, how did you do that?” Because how could he be behind me after I yelled, “Goodbye Douglas” and he said the same to me hours earlier in the JCPenney’s parking lot at the Waterford Mall, where we waved to each other as we headed to our cars. Owners of the Honda CRX would know that there is no back seat. It was not until I returned to work when I asked the receptionist, “Where’s Douglas?” Before she could answer me, I said that I would wait for him to come into work. As I stood behind my client, I noticed that something felt off in the salon, and I almost said aloud that it felt like someone had died because of the mood. While in the employee’s break room, I learned while seated in a chair that as I was on the road to Long Island, NY, Douglas, allegedly killed himself in his car and garage. Before he left Earth, he saved me from suffering and premature death. Still, to this day, I AM grateful.
The late eighties or early nineties:
One day after I returned from lunch to work at a nursing home in Groton, I stepped outside of my car and then for some reason, I scanned the hillside from left to right and then I quickly went back to the left and stopped. My eyes fixed on one spot in the bushes. Later on, my husband [separated] at the time told me a story that he had gone to my job to see if a man that I was interested in would follow my car as I went to lunch, he did not, and he wanted to know if I returned alone. He said that when I got out of my car, I slowly looked across the hillside when my eyes crossed thru his binoculars, and then my eyes quickly moved back and stopped. As our eyes locked on each other, the moment scared him because he, a former US Marine, had thought that he had concealed himself among the bushes. He then took off running and then instantly returned because he had dropped his binoculars and his handgun, too.
When my sister, Lora, was in Las Vegas, Nevada, I described a slot machine for her play while there. She found it and a few more in a small room, and when she saw the cost of $20 per pull, she decided not to play. Later, that same day, someone won a few million from playing the slot machine that I described to her first. Yes, she would have had to choose among the few slot machines that were worth a $20 one-time pull or she could have spent a few hundred. There are more stories that I have shared with my few readers.
Kamala this Website is to stay in contact with the Matador who have read since the beginning, who know that there is something up with me and for me to share my life experiences without shame to help others struggling with the same to know that God Loves them no matter what they did in life when they made mistakes. Since I do not want to wish you ill will, I hope for the best for you that mentally, you will be all right because I made mistakes, even recent mistakes, and I will continue making them since it is human nature to do so again, and nothing to be ashamed about them since God made mistakes, too. A heads up, your campaign, seat as US Senator and SOS will not survive. The people in connection with the Matador account knows that I would not write this letter to injure you on purpose, no way, not Fern, their tamed Lil’ bull.
The way you mistreated Vice President Joseph R. Biden, Jr., God and the others knocked you out of His Ballpark because you used your racist card moment on live TV as if you were the standing judge. The others on the other side would like to file a petition on your behalf.
1. Kamala Harris did you, and or any of your 2020 Presidential Campaign Team Members, and or anyone associated outside your campaign come to visit my Website to read my Matador response on “a missed opportunity?” Did anyone become angry about the comments that I wrote for my Matador and then put into place a well-thought-out plan to knock out the Vice President? The following is two paragraphs of the day. Currently, the Matador and other pages are out of sight for readers to stay focus on current pages for about six weeks.
May 20, 2019 – Matador
On Saturday, May 18, while Lil’ Ranger slept on a pillow, I watched Vice-President Joe Biden and Dr. Jill Biden’s announcement speech in Philadelphia, PA. I did sign up to host a private party, but since Leonard had to do a funeral, I decided not to invite others. Later, I plan to host. Biden looked good while walking on stage. When Biden said that his number one thing to accomplish is to beat Trump, I think of it as Biden’s goal, as what I believe he meant. How he gets there is after he said, “Let’s stop fighting and start fixing, and we can only do it together,” which is so true, we need to do it together without excluding anyone.
In regards to Senator Kamala Harris, it would have been good if she had entertained the idea that yes, she and Biden would make a great partnership was a missed opportunity for her to state it, but then say that her first priority is to run for president herself. She needs to realize that Biden needs to move forward, not a redo because he has proven himself well as U.S. Vice-President, whereas Harris has not. Biden has more foreign policy and leadership experiences then Harris does. Come January 2021, Harris would make a great U.S. Secretary of State – a humbling position indeed, do excellent work while traveling the world is another way to build up her foreign policy experiences, and then come back to win her presidency. Did Mayor Pete Buttigieg know beforehand that it was wrong to do something and still did it anyway? He needs to leave former U.S. President Thomas Jefferson alone because while I was writing the DOA, I had a mental flash, and since then, I have believed that Jefferson is one of us (not you-Wink, wink Y’all).
2. Kamala the next day, on Tuesday, May 21, 2019 – 16 visitors came to my Website: Sacramento, US - 88% (14); Beijing, CN – 6% (1); and Indianapolis, US – 6% (1). Is it coincident that 14 visitors of Sacramento came to read? In January on my mind was to start writing down the visitors’ location, I did not understand why, and yet, I followed the instructions without realizing that doing so may prove to be useful later.
3. Kamala did you and or your Team and or your associates do it on purpose to set up Biden, Jr. with your busing to sell your Lil’ girl T-shirts after the debate? Because busing was not a part of the debate question that you snakingly weaved in.
4. Kamala sales from your T-shirts are included in the 24-hour tally. So, did you preplan your Lil’ girl T-shirt moment? Did you preplan your Lil’ girl moment in hope to receive more airtime, funds, and in your heart’s desire to knock Biden around before anyone else did?
5. Kamala, the Witnesses are credible some you know of, too.
6. Kamala, before you were able to wipe your own butt, God was able to communicate with me since I was born into the image that I cannot control and change on my own.
7. Kamala, if I had published my book first, you, and your Team would have covered your tracks. Thank you, God and Son.
Do you know who Jack Johnson is? Do you know who the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. is? Do you know who Beau Biden, III is? They have a message for you and your Team, including God, His Son, others, and former writers. After everything that the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. had done for people, this is how you do them and God? You used the racist card to attack Biden, Jr, and you judged by the racist card. The reason King came thru is that there is a link between him and me, his son, III, when I marched on the front row to his far left in Dallas, TX, in 1994 when the SCLC, Mrs. Coretta King, Jr., Mr. Dick Gregory, and others were in town. Before that day, there was a dinner event where he took the time to speak with people as I did. The other link is because I believe that King is one of us is the reason my Jubilee ends on his death. My few readers would tell you why there is a bond between Beau and me because I love his father so much. True Love is a powerful weapon that never dies, even from those on the other side. True Love kills the hate a person feels inside of herself (himself), for others and groups of people due to image and unthinkable acts of hatred.
God, His Real Son, and the others on the other side had walked me through their joint investigation of the online evidence in plain sight to see their truth. Looks like writer E. B. White’s Charlotte’s Web, had webbed you God’s Heavy concealed Trap to stop you from getting away with what you did to Biden, Jr. The other side, who loves Biden, Jr., had come along to drop their identities, see their truth, and write for you; a story in the hope to help others to see who stood on live TV holding her racist card on stage for God to see first. The way this works, thoughts come in, I write or type them down, and then I start typing as more evidence briskly, at times, come in. I AM not as talented with my writings as people may believe. When stuck on thoughts, I ask God and His Son for help and or the others on the other side to help me finish the work. Those familiar with my writings know I write in a storytelling form to the lowest denominator of understanding, and at times, I write with a sense of twisted humor to knock their socks off. Thoughts come thru a name and or thru a movie, music, book, phase, law; or original or assisted creator of work; or words that sound the same to authors’; or a touch, scent (faint smoke), and more; and or they wanted in on God’s Great Hope Baseball Game thru His glimmer of Hope and Light. As I researched online, I realized why they had passed thru me to show you proof that you are incapable of being the President of the United States. Because The Will of God is to provide His protection for those in need, poor, and imprisoned. Whereas, you fought to put people behind bars and made it difficult for parents with truant children. Kamala everyone makes mistakes, you (I) made many mistakes, and no mistake is greater than another is to cause harm, so the focus would only be you. On the Biden, Jr. page is your ‘John Coffey’ moment cast out of actor Michael Clarke Duncan, “Oh, it’s happening boss” (credits on Biden, Jr. page).
Fern O. Webb
Formerly Known as, Dirty Root Fingers
P. S. To those who had dropped a biscuit and or dumpling: No, I do not have the upper clearance to know who killed others since I had that chance when Nicole Brown Simpson appeared in my bedroom on June 12, 1994, after she woke me with a slash on her neck from ear to ear. I said, “Please leave,” because I did not know her. Think about it: Would you want to know how someone died and then be terrified for your life? Not knowing who did them in makes it easier for me to write openly. Remember that if anything happens to me, the same will happen to you.