San Franciscio is a plague ridden disaster zone. I'm currently living in the shelters and for whatever reason people (read: bipedal assfuck) have decided to make me sick by giving me ick that makes the left side of my head burn. When I lay down on a bare mattress. Which means it's plague. And so I do the following.
I file a police report.
And then I do the following.
I post this on the CIA's tip line.
I post this on the FBI's tip line. I also go there in person to the 13th floor of Golden Gate Drive and hand them a copy in person.
I post this on the the California Department of Public Health website.
I give a copy of the police report to the Tenderloin Police Station ( (415) 553 0123 - tell them Peter says hello).
I make 20 copies of the police report and put them on every car windshield in the Tenderloin - or I pick another street at random within San Francisco.
This isn't fun for me. I'm the least interested person in the world in terms of meddling in other people's affairs. But I won't be made sick by shitheads that think that doing this to me is their right. I will go to the court of public opinion and ask people if they want to have a mob decide if they can be sickened to death "just because". And if the answer is yes then everyone in the world will know about it and no one will come here and San Francisco will remain a backwards hell hole.
So the poisoning continues and the police reports aren't working. So this is what I'm going to do. I've been to 20 countries in my life and I haven't had any problems. So what I'm going to do is to put links to the defense department websites of all these countries here and then email them a copy of this website. I don't like being given medication against my will nor being poisoned by having people put shit in my food. And I'll make the following argument - if you end up poor in San Francisco you will have the gangs poison you and the shelter staff do similar. There is no housing. There are no jobs that don't involve selling drugs, being part of the security personel, or keeping the lights on. A half mile from the Ferry Building is a shelter where I watched people being carted away every day by ambulance and being disappeared - either because they had tainted drugs or they were just poisoned over time by people who are incredibly good at making it look like an accident.
It should be noted that there appears to be coordination between the hospital staff at Sutter Health Van Ness, the shelter at 1001 Polk Street and elements of the government. I don't care what the reason is, I sincerely do not. I will not be poisoned, drugged, and harassed unless you want me to write down what's happening in every postal box in the city and put it on the windshield of every car as well. My head hurts from a poisoning this morning (July 12, 2025) at the shelter.
Here's the list of countries. I'll be updating the list with the most current contact information for the department of intelligence or defense as I find it. I'm not a secret agent or a super spy or something stupid. If I had another way of vouching for my integrity I would do so. Yes, this happened. I set two toilet paper rolls on fire after someone set off a gun or a fire work off in a homeless shelter and the police wouldn't respond at the shelter to my concerns. It was December in New York City - and that also just so happened to be the only building within a five block radius that didn't have a locked shutter or gate. I was scared and hadn't slept in 2 weeks. The thing with my roommate occurred when he wouldn't stop smoking pot for weeks until we both had pneumonia - I would have died without the intervention of antibiotics. I believe, for reasons that I have no idea what they could possibly be, that someone wanted to implicate me in a crime in order to make an interesting news story, probably as a patsy so they could do something illegal without it getting into the papers. It was probably something boring, like police or political corruption or someone wanting money or drugs. So they found someone they could make look crazy and they screwed with me until I did something stupid. It's not all that complicated - it happens all the time. So now I just record everything that happens to me and post it here until I stop being sickened. I'm not embarassed mostly because I don't give a shit about what people think of me.
In 39 years and 20 foreign countries the worst crime I've committed was to set a toilet paper roll on fire in an empty yeshiva (it was Christmas break) so that someone could have an interesting news story for the papers to cover up a crime (for which I don't know what it was and was the fall guy for anyway because they saw a useful idiot). This doesn't bother me. Being poisoned in a homeless shelter does. In my time in San Francisco, while being poisoned and harassed from everyting from having black market aphrodesiacs put in a cup of coffee (which nearly killed me - and when I went to the FBI they had a schizophrenic without a badge take my statment - that is in fact true) to having cake (and this is absolutely true) at Safeway on Market Street poisoned ($3.99 cake for which if a child ate it it could have killed them) I have mostly gone to the police. In desperation I may have done stupid shit. Twice I stole vitamins. I stole a book from the library once. I believe I stole some pens from Patricks store for which I then spent the next 3 months having my hands poisoned both by the homeless and by people who live here who would wipe contact poison on things I would touch - all for having stolen $0.69 pens until I went back and bought some. It's like that everywhere. As far as I know the rule of law more or less doesn't exist here if you're poor.
Yep there's me, having not shaved or cut my hair so I look like the una bomber. Again, don't care what I look like. You'll notice that the police douchebag has cartoon shit on the vest of his jacket. They would use that to indicate something stupid or weird was going on in jail and I still have no idea what the fuck that was about but it bothers me. Anyway - here's the list of countries to contact -