PROPAGANDA

1984 Lynette Styles was then known as Elaine Sloman, future author Sandra Harvey was known as her daughter Lynette Sloman, future author Jennifer Cook was then known as Jennifer Sloman. Jennifer and Elaine worked with me in the office of Visyboard the corrugated cardboard manufacturers, in Scrivener Street, Warwick Farm a property that backs onto the Liverpool public hospital property separated only by a small feeder railway track. Yes, near to the Warrick Farm horse and car racing tracks.

 

Circa 1984 Elaine Sloman informed me she was relocating her residence from the State housing subdivision of Green Valley, then known as the crime centre of Sydney, to Bargo, to live opposite my brother whom I had mention lived in Kadar Street Bargo. He didn't he lived in a off road, Gwynne Hughes Road. Evidently I'd been drugged and quizzed about where my only brother lived back in 1984. I recall the events well. The man who approached me on 1 April 2021 at Bunnings, Old Noarlunga, was the same male who drugged and quizzed me with Elaine Sloman in 1984. As fate would have it my brother's street wasn't signposted.

 

Circa 1984 - 1985 Elaine Sloman informed me she and her motley crew of hardened NSW police department criminals, set up house at the end of Kadar Street Bargo NSW. Elaine told me she believed she was now opposite my brother's house and was going to cause him strife. She was actually opposite David Auchterlonie who, like my brother also had two sons. Wollondilly Elaine adopted her daughter's name Lynette, Lynette became Sandra. Don't know where “Styles” came from, possibly her birth family name. Wollondilly history tells what this psychopathically vindictive bitch, Lynette Mary Styles, did to poor David and his young family.

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In September 1984, Lynette Mary Styles, then known as 1940s born Elaine Sloman, willing gave her visual identity to "The Sun" Sydney daily newspaper and the second major, "Daily Mirror" The photos she used were her own face when a 1960s teenager as the face of 1969 born Fathers' Day 1984 Viking Tavern car park FAKE CHILD FAKE MURDER victim, Leanne Walters. The events the newspaper called "Bloody Sunday" the police called it the Fathers' Day massacre and held a neck tie competition for the best "Viking Tie" to commemorate the 10th anniversary of their success in fabricating the fake murder victim in their war on Australian citizens.   An act of terrorism.

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I'm Janette Gail Francis, get used to hearing

that name I'm here for the long haul.

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In 1996 my defacto refused to leave my real estate I owned in The Oaks forcing me to seek a rental. After a few weeks a Picton real estate agent approached me with a rental that had “just become available” a corner block house at 1 Swaine Drive Wilton signing a lease with landowners according to the Picton real estate agent, had the family name of Allen and were both or at least one was a NSW police detective. The neighbours beside me in the next street had the family name of Brennan with the wife being from memory, Patricia, (she let herself in pushing past me when I opened the kitchen door to her) told me she was a nurse at Liverpool hospital, proceed to inform me I was Leanne Walters and she knew me from Liverpool hospital. I stopped her short telling her the only connection I had with Liverpool hospital was the 1970s birth of one of my children; and I'd worked there as a trainee nurse when I Mrs Peters and 21, in 1977, under the name of Nurse Francis-Peters. I wore a size 8 blue nurses uniform. The hospital hyphenated my name (they claimed) because they already had a nurse Peeters. (Was an annoyance to me, I detest hyphenated names, I'd always suspected it was something to do with the Freemasons, they did shit like that to “mark” people they deemed “dissidents” with every intent to completely destroy their lives as they have done with mine. I can prove a multiplicity of examples.) With that she acted simultaneously perplexed and shocked adding, “they told me” then in an overt move to silence herself she covered her mouth, then left abruptly.

 

Mr and Mrs Brennan had twin sons aged 10 turning 11 at that time who also had the habit of inviting themselves into my kitchen and talking their heads off telling me all about mum and dad. I presume from his demeanour and propensity to wearing dark suits to work, Mr Brennan was in an intellectual profession. The neighbours next to me in 3 Swaine Drive evidently had installed multiple miniature cameras somewhere in the house so they could perv on me in the privacy of my residence, perhaps in the roof cavity. I heard them calling their mates on the phone soon after I arrived home the names were. Mike, Davo, Rob and Jeff, plus the male who spoke those names. I know they were criminally perving on me, I'd seen a male enter the house wearing a long hair ponytail wig and recognised him as being one involved in my prior kidnap and illegal drugging. I always wear my seeing glasses at home. I'd never spoke to them so when they came bashing on my door after I did something that I knew would attract their immediate perverted attention this confirmed to me who they are and their direct involvement in my surgical rape. After meeting him after they drugged me.

 

I presume the Mike they referred to is Mike McGann, the NSW police detective see photographed in the Simpson & Harvey book, “Brothers In Arms ...” Allen & Unwin were the publishers, in the book a Karen Brennan was nurse at Liverpool hospital who allegedly befriended the fake murder victim and fake person they used to visually describe with a photo of my face that was stolen from my residence in The Oaks. I'd confirmed the family names (Allen and Brennan) from either or both the electoral records and the telephone book.

 

This was the blueprint, modus operandi (stalking neighbours moving in after me or already set up when I arrived and includes my current address) for every rental I was forced to secure as my defacto refused to leave my property with police assisting him to illegally occupy my rental calling it his own with forged documents NSW police at The Oaks fully supported despite that my name was on the Torrens Title at the Land Titles office. The State refused me access to compensation for my stolen Torrens Title, and everything else they and their co-terrorists threw at me before and after this point in time.

 

So you see I know NSW police and their politicians were behind this humongous criminal fraud and multiple acts of terrorism targeting me, right from the get go. All I needed was to gather the evidence. When I had that evidence by 2006 and the political government reacted by name calling and blocking my access to medical services, that's when it became "acts of terrorism". The Government were completely obliging in not only making the proverbial rope to hang themselves, they also put it around their own neck. No too bright are our police detectives.

 

"Ching ching wankers." Or should I say, "Click click boom?"

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I've often wondered about Mr Brennan whom I stopped to talk to as I drove past when he was tending his garden. Was he a judge? Was he a parliamentarian? Was he a medical specialist involved in my surgical rape? Or was that dark suit I saw in the distance before he popped into his vehicle actually a police uniform? I suspect the fullness of time shall reveal all as NSW police Commissioner Ken Morony liked to say in the media when he wanted to say nothing at all.