Herkimer gas attacks have resumed here on Pleasant Avenue and are blossoming with Spring. Having failed to drive us from our house and been only moderately successful in poisoning us in our beds over the last year, our murderous band of neighbors are trying to deny us our backyard.
When we’re out back for more than a few minutes, a poisonous insecticide rolls in. It’s odorless, colorless, its familiar symptoms those of pyrethrim: tongue and lip numbness, drooling, lethargy, itching, short term memory loss, muscle tremors, respiratory problems. The gas quickly disperses, but the symptoms linger for hours. It comes from the direction of King Street.
Assuming its misted from the west of our yard by an easily-concealed handfogger, the pesticide is dispensed toward us from within the circle on the map. The smaller, easily hidden pesticide foggers have a coverage area of 5,000 square feet, according to the handfogger directions. We’re easily in range from any part of that red circle.
Surrounded by Sykes Gang and A Spreading Plague of Vacant Houses
The gas creeps in when we’re out of line of sight of the neighboring yards. This requires spotters–that would be the Sykes gang, long comfortably nested in landlord Jay Smith properties on the other side of us. (See map.) The two houses to S. Sykes left and the one to his right are vacant. (The guys in 332 Pleasant work during the day.) Indeed, over time there’s been a creeping plague of vacant houses overlooking or near the Sykes gang’s domain. This is symptomatic of a ruthless and depraved criminal enterprise expanding it’s turf. Were the houses’ occupants gassed, or did they just think it healthier to move?
Looking at the gassing map (below), the immediate reason for poisoning us is obvious: our house and its cameras look right down the throat of the Stanley Sykes gang’s empire of dirt surrounding the parking lot. (They frequently complain they’ve paid for the right to traffic there and that we need to be gone and they’ll soon see us on our way.)
March 2018 Gassing Attacks
3/30/18 1200 hrs. Warm day. Gassed in backyard from the direction of King Street as we stood on backstairs. Only direction not within sight or fully fully covered by cameras.
3/11/18 Installing light on back steps when yard misted with pyrethrim. Usual symptoms. Attack appeared to come from backyard several houses down Pleasant Avenue from the King Street side, given prevailing wind and that I was watching immediately adjacent houses and yards on Pleasant and Eureka Avenues as worked.
Well, as I live and breathe. After being gassed in February and poisoned in March, we took a bit of a vacation. When we left, our neighbors, Herkimer’s Douglas Barton and Joyce Barton, appeared to be going through tough times: home rarely, woebegone looks, no more convenience foods, house dark, kids sad and angry.
Returning ten days later, we found the Bartons’ lives seemingly touched by gold. There was Joyce Barton on her 333 Pleasant Avenue command porch,
Since our return, Joyce Barton’s been busy networking again with like-minded neighbors, partially in response to our unexpected return. (So many crestfallen faces when we pulled into driveway and emerged, relaxed and tanned. )
I suppose to the watching hopeful along Herkimer’s Pleasant Avenue, it seemed we’d abandoned our poisoned Herkimer home, packed up our pets, a few things and fled. Had I been hired to dispose of such nosy neighbors as we, dead or alive, I’d have then demand my money, reporting mission accomplished. But would have had the brains to not spend like a sailor.
And what did Douglas Barton do with his share of the Barton’s sudden golden shower? Douglas Barton bought the East Herkimer Fire Department. (Volunteer company–one engine.) How else to explain his meteoric return from the ranks, following his…suspicious…garage fire and
Looking at the fire company’s roster (top), all their other top ranks are suddenly empty. They weren’t when Douglas Barton was returned to the ranks. Perhaps there was vehement opposition to Barton’s election as Chief, with old hands quitting in disgust? Or maybe they just ate some bad food and passed away.
Of Firemen and Ladders and Poison
The long-term salting of our furnace with a powdered insecticide required little finesse. The dosing of our home did with a spray-gun dispensed pesticide did. It was skilfully and stealthily carried out via a ladder, over a period of months in broad daylight. And done several times weekly with the aid of some of our depraved neighbors, who served as lookouts, calling the ladder man when we went for our morning walks and as we returned. Here’s one suspected lookout: 334 Pleasant Avenue Herkimer’s “The Blessing.”
The objective, as with the furnace salting, was to continuously poison us so we’d slowly sicken and die, never suspecting we’d been murdered. We’d just pass away, as have probably many other Herkimer murder victims here over the years. Well, the word is now out, and jig is up. Spring is here and the ground may soon give up its dead to autopsy.
For reasons which will later sound not at all paranoid, our systematic poisoning probably began even before we moved into our house, three years ago. That cold diabolical plan was destroyed by the enraged nighttime pesticide attack of February 22nd. (See Herkimer Jewish Blogger Gassed) The attack was apparently sparked by our sharing The Herkimer Post’s annual blog statistics a two days earlier: 20,000+ worldwide view of Herkimer crime. The Barton’s and Curtis Cool, aka Curtis Dolan, rocketed our blog to success. Neither does well in sunlight. Nor does Herkimer.
Curtis Cool, aka Curtis Dolan – The Bartons’ Silent Backer?
Had I to guess who was bankrolling the Bartons, I’d say Curtis Cool, aka Curtis Dolan. Curtis has long been chums with the Bartons. He seemed a cash-heavy entity when he lived next door at 328 Pleasant Avenue, renting Herkimer Clerk of Courts’ Harriett Tangorra’s house. Curtis, who waged a lengthy campaign of harassment against us, is rumored to be the scion of Herkimer’s most respected drug manufacturing family. In Herkimer County, New York, this would grant him the status of untouchable nobility; Curtis Cool could only be tried before the Herkimer Drug Lord Himself.
Lastly, we’d like to thank the Herkimer community and authorities for their outpouring of support and sympathy following two well-publicized, heinous attempts on our lives within the last two months. Their names and organizations are below:
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Oh well. As folks in Herkimer say with a shrug, “It’s Herkimer.”
Herkimer’s community ethos is one which historically has left a lot empty shoes behind.
Perhaps a viewing of Schinlder’s List might help restore Herkimer’s atrophied social conscience?
Big snow storm here in Central New York. Gotta be 36 inches on the ground. And still it comes down. In Herkimer, only the local police and the criminals are out. But I repeat myself.
My last post, Herkimer Jewish Blogger Gassed, told of how we and our home were massively dosed by an industrial-grade pesticide as we lay sleeping, and the health consequences. A few days ago, I was finishing the draft of the follow-up post when Herkimer poisoners struck again. We must have looked disappointingly healthy.
A neighbor apparently slipped into our kitchen and put an almost-deadly amount of digitalis into our milk. I‘d foolishly left the backyard door open a crack for the dog and gone upstairs for about 30 minutes.
Digitalis is a must-have for any Herkimer poisoner’s shelf. Lord know, Miss Marple’s villagers are always killing each other with it. Diabolically used, digitalis can cause stroke and heart attack. And after a few weeks, thoughtfully vanishes from the body–like the pesticides used against us. Victims merely pass away, their resting heart rate just prior to death looking much like mine that night:
Some of Herkimer’s multi-generation criminal families have members who appear to be skilled herbalists. We’ve seen zombish group behavior in the children here on Herkimer’s Pleasant Avenue, only explainable by scopolamine dosing.
Given the time of day we were vulnerable–before school buses–it was probably one of our neighboring weaponized children. I had a glass of milk before bedtime and experienced the symptoms of atrial fibrillation, familiar from the last known time our food was tampered with, during a break-in in April 2015.
Taking my usual secret countermeasures, I survived. And reported the incident to the Herkimer Desk of the New York State Police. Which has every word and pixel of data we have on everything, given that something untoward may happen to us at any moment. But then, as folks here shrug, “It’s Herkimer.”
Still, it snows. Off to see if my cognac’s been poisoned.
When you defiantly live among a band of murderers, as we do on Herkimer New York’s hopefully-named Pleasant Avenue, you shouldn’t be surprised when they try to murder you. Perhaps the irony of their gassing a Jew in an historic German-American community escaped them. Or not.
Somewhere between 0200 and 0400 on 2/22/17, assailants using a ladder breached Linda Kaidan’s 2nd floor office-bedroom at 330 Pleasant Avenue. Her office is well-known to our creepily-watching criminal neighbors as home to her writing nook and to The Herkimer Post, which I co-write.
We awoke sickened, tasting and smelling the faint but distinct metallic residue of pesticide. Our symptoms were immediate, debilitating and familiar from previous poisoning attacks on us.
Those symptoms are typical of organophosphate and carbamate-based insecticide poisoning: Between the two of us we experienced dizziness, nausea, heart palpitations, difficulty breathing, burning sensations in throat and eyes minor muscle spams, fatigue, joint and muscle pain. We’re still suffering discomfort, but are up and running.
Our attackers avoided alarm sensors and motion detectors by perching on a ladder outside our house, silently dispensing with practiced ease a massive quantity of an aerosol-delivered, heavy-duty pesticide through the office-bedroom the window. They apparently poked a nozzle between the a/c’s insulation and the side of the window. A backpack sprayer was probably used.
The Herkimer Post has transferred it’s flag. Linda’s office is sealed for later attention. That room has what’s probably a lethal level of pesticide in it, evident when you try to work there protected by anything other than PT-100 certified respirator, of the sort used by hazmat teams and the military.
This murderous attack may be the first on an American activist blogger-a first for Herkimer New York. Given the US’ toxic political climate and its blossoming anti-Semitisim, there’ll probably be more.
We’ve reported this attack to the New York State Police. They now have everything we have on all things Herkimer. Future posts have all been written, which is why the delay in posting this one. They’re on a cloud server in Bulgaria and set for timed release, a virtual dead man’s trigger. We haven’t troubled Herkimer authorities with this matter.