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From: "t.f. noonan" Save Address Block Sender
To: newmanware@yahoo.com
CC: yinglan@uclink4.berkeley.edu, fenian47ronin@hotmail.com
Subject: Saywhaa?...
Date: Mon, 10 May 1999 14:06:21 PDT
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The most amazing thing about you is the way your narcissitic rattlings
come out in the most "monstrous sized ingratitude ways..."

I'm going to tgive you a "blow by blow" *accounting* of why you, most likely at the urgings of your "right field" outta da ballpark! mateys, just "don't have a clue, pal..."





   From: Michael Newman <newmanware@yahoo.com>
To: "t.f. noonan" <tfnoonan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: payment
Date: Sat, 8 May 1999 14:32:03 -0700 (PDT)
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Just so you're not in the dark, I despise ingrates, which most street
people are. Here I a)find you a place you can work all day, with a nice
guy who doesn't ride you, and you commandeer a computer, then tell me
one of your victim stories about Jessie, who has been an important
member of that little community, and whom you portrayed as a beast.

Everybody got a complaint and loves to whine: just so you know, Jessie suffers from "multiple-personality disorder" and on that day in question she was indeed behaving like an arrogant little wingnut, a matter which I took pains not to fuel, telling her to chill, as the computer was giving us a great deal of difficulty (something called the "empire monkey" virus)...

As she is a "lesbian-rights activist" I will explain to you why I have "trouble" soemtimes with said matter: Last night I was almost "John Lennon'd" or "Sara Jane Moore'd" by one right on Walnut St. in dis little town of "Bee-zerk-eley..." Yeah, almost shot on the street, as a cop who pulled me over appraised me, because some "black woman with a ponytail" was packing apiece and, according to "intelligence sources," was hired to "hit me" by some cabal of Black Lesbian Separatists whose "plantation patron" is a "good ole Earl Scheib 99 dollah paint job" black redneck--much like your pal, Dashie Poo--named "Ward Connerly"...

The reason why?  My complaint about, as I so gracefully explained to your "non-comprehending civil rights" being, the Ninth Amendment argument as to why the "Right of Privacy" is "reserved to the People" and *cannot ever* be infringed upon by "State actors"...

And yeah, man, I'm really "blacklisted" for really being a "civil rights leader"; I call the matter "politically-challenged" to poke fun at the matter...I don't work for the Feds or locals or even ever having had to be a "snitch" or "informant" to make my *ronin* way in this here world...So don't even start, man, if you dig what I mean, cuz your puny 'life experience" , like your dick, just don't measure Up...Why donna you try talkin' to my *gumba*, Big Tony  Scotto, the former head of the Brooklyn International Longshoreman's Union, pal, and learn about what goes on in "real not paranoid *phanstasy* life." He might get your punk-ass self an "interview" with my attorney, Mr. Patrick Hallinan, who, when not on trial for racketeering by the likes of your redneck "Chief" friends, happened to represent some "real Mafia mechanics"...(Mus be the reason why your pals lay that heavy appelation on my "made of light" shoulders...)

Don't be telling me all the things you done for me cuz you been nothing but a giant pain, to put it bluntly.  A) Walk over to Room 10, and say Hello to "Farrand/Hunter." He's been there the past coupla years.  he used to be my roommate (not lover boy, as "Homeys don't play that way") in the Kensington.  He's been trying to get me to use the computers theres for some time, well before you magically appeared upon da scene...

Yeah and I'm not some "street punk" either, pal, when I was amking my way in the jopurnalism world (check out Film Quarterly, Spring 1980, for an elegantly written review of Rainer Fassbinder's "Marriage of Maria Braun," a piece that I worte while dating my college sweetheart, Ms. Amy Linn,  at Columbia's Graduate School of Journalism (where 13 of my fellow "Daily Cal" staffers went after we finished at Cal...).
I cite the piece as to why I'm no "homophobe" and as to how I've already "been there, done that, Jack..."

Now as to your sorry fat-assed "precious safety," I told you, you major-league "Touchstone," that I have "friends in the hood" (yeah, "real tough blackmen") who, if you'd stop acting like such a pretentious, fresh off Unkah Jed's turnip truck bumpkin, might be able to cover your bakc better  (and donn ago laying the fault on them, cuz, quite frankly "friend," I'm goddamned tired of doing people "favors" and "fixing problemsw" only to have the "Deputy Dawg's" of da world like you've mae yourself out to be cock a leg and pee my direction like I was one of your lunatic "fireplug-brained" fellas who fall for your shuck and jive"...

I won't even go into your "exact words" as to payment and what I was supposed to do for you as you blew your ironclad promise to have work for me the first of this month for the last fuckface time, chump...

ciao *fronzio*

Mr. Noonan to you punk.


   b) you portray everybody like that. Casey. You were the one who got me
going on the molestation slur. I like him. I get no pleasure hearing
your distorted view of reality. I don't know why you think anybody
would. I don't to hear what Monk is saying about me, people are welcome
to say what they want.
c) I once worked at a nuthouse where there was this nice guy whose
hostility took the form of boring you to death with long dreary
stories, and it really drove people nuts. Your thing is to drop to
sotto voce when you speak, every few vaowels, as if you afraid of being
overheard. It's a snoid thing. The listener is forced to listen,
because meaning is hard to tune out, even when it's incomplete,
offensive. There's no pleasure tin asking to speak up, and then hear
you say the same thing. You're sensitive? So what. Jessie was. What did
you piss on that computer? Then you wonder why you get thrown out. Even
Alfred said computer hog. You should listen a little. You've ruined the
chemistry there. I'm working on shit computers and I brought you in.
d) in your years of writing, you haven't published, nor Monk. It's
because what you give off is repellent. Who wants to publish that. My
shit has alwaysa been fukll of high gosspip, deep wisdom, a love for
life, the word, and myself. That's why I've always published. I give
them what they need or want to hear. So I am generous enough to put you
onto Plimpton. And I can see you calling him an FBI provocateur. Maybe
I ned to forward him your letters to me.
e) for twelve years you've been doing the legal schtick. 12 Years. Well
I'm a long term guy too, but art gives back. Legal shit, well, it keeps
you busy. When I showed you how I did it with Justice, I didn't mean
you to bring your contagion to my docket number. You stole that.

So, to summate, I get you a place to work, connection to a major
editor, and wise you up to civil rights, plus fucking bus tickets, and
you're like, cmon gimme. Last ticket bub, last ride.

No, the bottom line. I asked you to print out my web files, and the
floppy copy, which I fucking paid for, and you blew that off. Well, I
counted 23 files on the copy, and I think there were more on my page. I
think I remember quite a long list, and time running out, and I'd pay
you when you were done. I think you then shortchanged me, and took the
dough. You did that every time.

If I'm wrong, you should be eager to show me. If I'm right, you should
be eager to rectify. Beccause if I confirm that you shortchanged me on
something I paid and worked and suffered so hardto get, your letters
are plimpton's. I give you a snowball's chance in hell anyway, but that
is what I'll do.

I don't want a reply, or anything mentioned except an offer to finish
that job. If you tell me you're sensitive, or I hear anything about
what a prick I am, after all this important shit I did for you, as you
know I'd deep into the Department, and here's one snitch you can count
on.

Say nothing, except regarding that job. Write an angry letter and keep
it. Save your chance in hell.


--- "t.f. noonan" <tfnoonan@hotmail.com> wrote:
> Okay, FBI Agent Provacateur,
>
>      Now we play hardball.  You're a certified
> mental incompetent; I'm
> no felon fat-assed bumpkin from Ken-tuckEEE! like
> your fuckface...
> I never threatened you, now with your threat, I'm
> turning you over to
> your own boss-bitch at the Federales...
>
> Life sucks, punk, as you might have noticed by
> now...
>
> P.S. cocksucker, I did nothing to your god-damned
> webpage except exactly
> what you requested. i can't help the fact that
> you're an over-the-hill
> phoney who never was a jock but waddles around
> thinking nobody else can
> see what a clown he be...
>
> P.P.S. How'd a certified lunatic like yourself ever
> get his psycho hands
> onna piece? I guess you're fellow redneck cracka
> pal, "Dashell" (a punk
> like you) Butler is "inna heap-load of trouble"
>
> Word from NYC is even ole George Plimpton knows that
> yo ain't the real
> Michael Stewart nee Newman, just some convicted
> felon homosexual punk
> that ole Sessions at the "Hoover-closet" FBI hired
> to "take down the
> talent"...You can take all the Wendell Taylor/Jack
> Napoli/Concord Jim of
> the FBI/UC dick all you want up that fat ass of
> yours but "facts will be
> facts, Jack[ass]", I'm clean as a whistel about
> "anything and
> everything" and any legitimate investigator with a
> clue or worht his/her
> salt knows the matter to be an 'actual fact" (one of
> those matters not
> in your THC-addled lexicon, you washed up piece of
> shit...)
>
> P.P.P.S.  Smooth talking Berk. Pol. Dept.
> investigator showed up and
> said that unless I was willing to swear in court
> that I saw the  clown
> that heisted your laptop take it that you had no
> case... Guess what your
> goddamend greedy, short-sighted chump-change
> neurotic tic of a rabbit's
> mouth cost you, shithead? (No way in the world would
> I stretch the truth
> for a "buddy" like you, capice, fronzio?)...
>
> P.P.P.P.S.  You're about to become the Rodney
> Dangerfield of the Task
> Force "snitch-jackets"...(Rodney before the mike at
> a Borsch Belt
> resort, "I can't get no respect...I called Triple-A
> when my heap broke
> down on the way here...They showed up all right, but
> they towed me
> instead...").  Plenty of witnesses at the Job
> Consortium, too, about you
> making threats of violence against the staff here
> because you're an
> over-rated, passive-aggressive lunkhead who can't
> face his own "failures
> to deal with reality"
>
> ]ciao "babydoll,"
> tom
>
> >Date: Fri, 8 Jan 1999 14:11:00 -0800 (PST)
> >From: Michael Newman <newmanware@yahoo.com>
> >Subject: Re: payment
> >To: "t.f. noonan" <tfnoonan@hotmail.com>
> >
> >blow it out your ass dickhead. you bring your legs,
> I'll bring my
> >roscoe. you wasted my money and time and fuck my
> page up, stem to
> >stern. I havet o pay to fix everything you do. what
> did you have done
> >by the first? People to blame, excuses, and all my
> images in a
> >funhouse mirror.
> >
> >you are psychotic, and a felon, and if I get any
> more messages, that
> >is, threats, I'll swear out a complaint and get a
> restraining order.
> >I'm down with the dicks at the school, too, and I'm
> not taking any
> >more shit.
> >
> >Payment? tell me when you're paying me. World
> Class. That's determined
> >in the world, not your head. wanker.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >---"t.f. noonan" <tfnoonan@hotmail.com> wrote:
> >>
> >> Michael,
> >>
> >>     You should really have somebody read what you
> write to you to see
> >> how you sound;
> >> years and years of THC in those synapses means
> that you ain't firing
> >too
> >> straight no mo', no mo', no mo'..
> >>
> >>    Look, I did you a big favor by helping you
> out--even though
> >you're
> >> basically computer illiterate and "unclear on the
> concept"--I've very
> >> patiently tried to explain to you what your
> options were and how
> >things
> >> work (ya gotta make choices, these are the
> parameters
> >> *logically*)...Yet, like some article today in
> the Chron about Pot
> >> smoking and creativity, you fixate like a child
> on extraneous details
> >> and fail to understand the Big Picture...
> >>
> >>     I'm really goddamned tired of your
> ir-rationalized runaround--you
> >> want the pics fixed, I will do, but don't give me
> any crap about
> >> "screwing up the text" as I did exactly what you
> requested (before
> >one
> >> of your "that was five minutes ago" blackouts).
> That was our
> >original
> >> deal.  I don't think I'm willing to do the other
> as I told you that
> >I'd
> >> have to recreate your entire webpage on your new
> site and quite
> >frankly,
> >> You don't got enough green for me to give a
> damn...
> >>
> >>     You wanna play "tough guy" I'll scare up some
> real tough guys
> >from
> >> Brooklyn and the Longshoreman's Union to have a
> little talk with you
> >> Mikey (by the way, since you snitched behind my
> back to Casey when I
> >was
> >> trying to help you out, your trust element is
> just about *ZERO* the
> >> Ciro)
> >>
> >>      I don't know what your goddamned game is,
> little boy (your words
> >> and dumbass rhymying-dummy machine ain't
> jack-shit compared with a
> >real
> >> Master like me, boy), but Homey don't play that
> way...
> >>
> >> tom
> >>
> >> P.S. Somebody told me that you're not the real
> "Michael Newman" just
> >an
> >> FBI snitchjacket who has also used the
> "criminally-insane" alias of
> >> "Michael FitzPatrick" to play "by any entrapment
> necessary" with
> >> somebody high-profile.  If so, my attorney,
> Patrick Hallinan (yeah,
> >he
> >> knows "real Mafia types") gonna have a talk with
> your J. Edgar Hoover
> >> closet-case "boss-bitch" about how you gonna be
> dealt with...
> >> Understand, *fronzio*?
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >> >Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1999 13:44:13 -0800 (PST)
> >> >From: Michael Newman <newmanware@yahoo.com>
> >> >Subject: Re: payment
> >> >To: "t.f. noonan" <tfnoonan@hotmail.com>
> >> >
> >> >Did you read my letter? it's below. read it. I
> dont
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