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|Thu, Sep 29 2005||10||Introduction||
This is the story of the attempt on my life
by my brother Ariel Aloni,
starting the night of September 29 of 2005,
lasting an intense period of 81 days,
ending with partial success on my part,
after which I fled with life still in my posession.
Ariel Aloni is in deep financial trouble.
He has been obtaining jobs via lies, deceit and trickery
since his first management job with Tudor Investment Corporation.
Ariel Aloni's job - by his own proud accord -
is to bulshit people into hiring him for the next job.
Then he would bullshit the company about the future
technology of the company for the next year or so,
until he is exposed and fired, yet again.
Ariel Aloni had six (6) jobs in Israel in his brief three year
attemt to live in the country, starting 1999,
and exausted the Israeli market with his bullshit.
He then fled back to New York to continue getting hired
and fired there every other year.
tried to assasinate me legally by taking
advantage of a family crisis,
trying to eliminate with much
violence my financial resources and family ties.
This was done for the purpose of obtaining
$40,000 given to me by our mother, Yael Aloni,
and sitting idle in my bank account in New York,
for which my confidante brother had power of attorney
He was about to be fired at the time,
and shortly after collected about
$10,000 from New York Unemplyment instead.
All the while, his annual salary is over $100,000
and our mother also keeps about a million dollars
in a swiss bank account,
for fear the state of Israel will confiscate it if it arrives
in the country.
This for no good reason whatsoever.
She has never made a penny in her life,
and the state of Israel is free of all inheritance taxes.
Ariel is not terribly sane either.
In 2001 he had send our mother by e-mail a realy cool picture,
or so HE at least thought.
It is his elder son, Roy, age 11 at the time,
holding his penis in his hand,
in the living room,
while his father is holding a camera.
For lack of advance knowledge,
my mother has shown this picture,
to her own surprise and shock,
also to Shira and her mother,
as she was receiving the e-mail
with new cool pictures from the son in New York.
|Thu, Jul 24 2008||50||Ariel Aloni||
Thank you for you pseudo-kind phone call of
presumed concern to my well being tonite,
in the end of which you hung up on me as usual.
1. You asked me why I believe you owe me $50,000:
In your attempts to assainate me starting September 30th
of 2005, lasting at least the 81 days following,
with dimishing success on your part,
you have managed to confiscate from me forever my forteen
year old adopted daughter, thereby causing me much grief,
while in passing also ruining her life - and nearly - also mine.
I also lost some $50,000 in my eventually-successful
attempts to save my life from you at the time.
As my ex brother, I hold you personally responsible for my
My ex (and your) mother was trying her best to assist you in
your assassination attempts, using much force with over a
million dollars of finacial backing in her posession.
I therefore hold her independently responsible for the damage
caused during the dusk of 2005.
2. You also asked me to remove these following
jaccuse pages from my public web site:
Your repeated presumed ignorance of the above facts
regarding your actions, is the reason for which,
these pages detailing the events of the dusk
of 2005, to this day reside in these pages of my web site.
Such actions can not be taken lightly, nor forgiven,
nor can they be undone, mostly.
I will not rest at least until my finacial losses are regained.
|Sat, Oct 15 2005||100||life||
On October 15 2005,
my mother, Yael Aloni,
told me that she is the one who had instructed my brother,
Ariel Aloni, to kidnap the $50,000 he had kidnapped
from my bank account in New York,
and that the money will be returned to me,
once I stated that I had stopped thinking about Shira Dottan.
|Mon, Oct 03 2005||100||Learning What to Do||
In August of 1997 Ariel took me for a tour of
the red light district in Amsterdam,
to teach his younger brother,
age thirty seven, how life is supposed to be.
It was my first time with inanimated objects.
I indeed learned an awful lot which I will carry
with me to the end of days.
One recent result is the fact that I am alive today.
Another is Air Juice.
The next time we were in Amsterdam together
while he was working for me at theora.com,
he went alone.