How We Gypsies See The Americans

How We Gypsies See The Americans
Re-release of USA Government Banned Book
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How We Gypsies 
See The Americans
Memoirs of a Gypsy Queen
A Behind The Scenes Look Into The Everyday Life of 
The Scottish Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach, Maine
by 
EelKat Wendy C. Allen

Was One of The 27 Books
Banned By The United States Government
On January 4, 2016

It was forced to be unpublished
and removed from books stores
by a court order issued by
The Town Hall of The Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine,
A United States of America Government Orginization

Banned from publication on Amazon, by the United States Government, How We Gypsies See The Americans, is now available to read online for free.

How We Gypsies See The Americans
Re-release of USA Government Banned Book
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Sad fact of the matter is that while there are an estimated 200,000 Irish Travellers just in America alone and there are an estimated 12 million Roma worldwide (1 million of which are in America) there are only 2,000 confirmed Gypsies left on the entire planet. Because actual real authentic Gypsies are so few in numbers, there are rarely any around to stand up and say: they are not one of us, they are lying to you about who they are, and so many con artist Romas and Travellers think they can get away with passing themselves off as Gypsies, thinking no one in the white community is going to know the difference.

Unfortunately, they are right.

No one in the white communities knows the difference between a Gypsy and a Roma or a Gypsy and a Traveller, so with no Gypsies in the area to say otherwise, white communities just assume the Romas and Travellers are telling the truth when they call themselves Gypsies. My question to the white community is: If these con artists are lying to you about everything else, why did you think they were telling the truth about their race?

This Irish Traveller crime band, had a history of moving into towns with a "gypsy history". What this crime band didn't take into consideration was one very important fact: Old Orchard Beach, Maine was the home of 100% REAL authentic, genuine DNA bloodline Gypsies NOT Roms pretending to be Gypsies nor Irish Travellers pretending to be Gypsies, and unlike the other towns they had attacked, this town DID know the difference between REAL Gypsies and fakers pretending to be Gypsies, and that ultimately was their downfall.

Gypsies built this town. NOT Romas. NOT Travellers. Gypsies. This town's history is REAL gypsy history, NOT the history of fake ass Romas pretending to be Gypsies, NOT the history of fake ass Travellers pretending to be Gypsies. One look at those white skinned redheads told locals that they were not Gypsies.

The problem was Thinner. The movie, came out earlier that year, and it loudly announced to the world, this town has Gypsies, and that made it open season for any wannabe "gypsy" to come parading their ass into our town and take over it. Why? Because when people think "gypsy" they think Roma and Traveller, and don't even consider the fact, that there is a third group, who ACTUALLY ARE called Gypsies. The Roma and the Travellers have been lying and pretending to be Gypsies for so long now, that there are actually Romas and Travellers out their now, who 100% BELIEVE they have Gypsy blood, because their parents lied to them as much as they lied to white men!

That was the problem with Thinner. It promoted our town to the world as a Gypsy haven, and every slummy con artist Roma and Traveller, thought that meant our town was friendly to them, and believe me, Honey, its not. Our town is friendly to Gypsies, not Romas, not Travellers, not con artists, not hoodlums, not thieves. You can call yourself a Gypsy all you want, but that is never going to make you one of us. We are not you. You are not us. And you have no right to run your filthy, lying, cheating, thieving, scum lord asses all over the planet dragging our name through the mud! You want to be a low life thug? Do it in your own name, stop doing it in ours!

Are the people who hit our town and tore it apart from 1996 to 2010, the Irish Travellers the FBI suspected they were? I don't know. All I know is that from Spring 1996 to Fall 1997, they lived in a tent village that covered an entire 1/4 acre of our land. And in retaliation for us kicking them off our land and contacting the FBI, from 2001 until 2010, when J.T.'s buddy J.B. was put in prison, my family has been subjected to endless hate crimes and vandalism, including, but not limited to, the following:

Photos of gun taped to the front door

Mail box smashed

Car egged

Pets slaughterd and hung in trees

House paint balled...

...that sort of thing.

The hate crimes started up again in 2014, 2 weeks after J.B. was released from prison.

Every event was filed with police. All the items in each instance were taken as evidence, what happened to them after that I don't know. We were never able to get any answers.

As mentioned above, on 4 separate occasions, a great big, 18-wheel crate-style dump truck arrived in our yard, to dump, wood pallets, tires, and actual bags of garbage in our yard. That's where the "junk" came from that the town currently wants us to remove came from. We got the name off the truck and went to the police. No investigation was done, and we have tried for a decade to find someone to help us get this illegally dumped trash out of our yard.

I used to have flower gardens on every inch of this land and now look at it! Look at it! PLEASE! Come down here, today, and look at what they've done our land. My roses, my asters, my foxglove, my Iris, my lilies, my bee balm, my peonies, my bleeding hearts, and all the rest, they're all dead, buried under piles of trash that are more then 6 feet tall in some places. They killed my plants! We've tried to continue to garden around it. We can barely get vegetables to grow any more, because so much junk has been dumped on our land. We used to be able to live off the food we grew here and now there's hardly any room to grow anything between the junk!

We've spent the last decade, removing this garbage 2 trash barrels a week, every week, for nearly 10 years, and we've barely made a dent in it. The town only allows us to put 2 barrels out to a week or we'd have had more out faster.

My dad bought a truck, hoping to get more stuff out faster - but someone smashed every window out of his truck, and slit the tires, and he's spent 3 years trying to come up with enough money to fix the damages to the truck, so we could go back to hauling the trash out.

The worst act of these hate crimes came about in October 2006 when someone put a bomb in our house.

October 2006 I woke up at 1AM to find myself engulfed in flames and on fire. I'm lucky to be alive. The on the spot investigation done by the firemen after putting out the fire, discovered that the fire was started by a bomb built out of a grease fryer filled with fly-tapes, set on high, causing it to overheat and explode taking out the kitchen and my bedroom.

The fire department initially told us, "You must have fallen asleep with the fryer on and fly tapes fell off the ceiling into it."

Only trouble there was: I didn't own a grease fryer.

Never have.

Wouldn't know what to do with one.

How did it get in our house?

No one had any answers.

No investigation was done.

Why was no investigation done?

At first the fire department said the fire was caused by a grease fryer, overheating and exploding, they asked had I been cooking. My response was "We don't own a grease fryer and every one was in bed asleep." They took the melted/exploded grease fryer with them when they left, but no farther investigation was done. Shouldn't the state fire marshal and crime investigation team have been notified and come in to investigate? Isn't that what normally happens with a bomb or arson or attempted murder? And this was all three. No one came back after they got the fire out. No one. Not one single person. Not from the fire department, not from the police, not from the town, not from the state. It happened 8 years ago and I still want answers. I want to know who built that bomb. I want to know who tried to kill us. And want to know why no investigation was ever done.

My great grandfather, George Ricker was the founder of Old Orchard Beach fire department, Old Orchard Beach’s first fire chief, my grandmother (his daughter Helen) founded the Old Orchard Beach fire department’s women’s league and headed it for nigh on 40 years, my father was on the department most of his life. My family built the Old Orchard Beach fire department from the ground up. I know how a fire investigation is supposed to be run. I know when a bomb or arson is suspected, the state fire marshal is supposed to be called in and a state police investigation started. It was never done. AND they removed crime scene evidence by taken the grease fryer off our property that night. J.T. did a lot more then just embezzle money from the town. He covered things up too. The bombing of our house and lack of an investigation, being one of those things.

Here is a picture of my great grandfather George Ricker with EE Cummings (first black man in America to be on a town council) at one of the first town council meetings in the 1840s:

Ricker is in the 2nd row, the darker skinned man with the big mustach,  beside the man with the gold suit.

Here he is at the founding of the first fire department of Old Orchard Beach:

Ricker is the one in the center.

And here he is on the first fire truck:

My dad was in a coma. Spent months in the hospital on life support. He's still disabled to this day, 8 years later. As am I. We both are limited to walking with a cane for the rest of our lives. The life support machine that kept my father alive, cost $3million dollars. It bankrupted us, and we STILL to this day have not gotten all the medical bills paid.

Do you have any idea what J.T. and J.B. did to us? What our lives have been like these past 8 years since the bomb and the dumping of the garbage on our land? Do you know we haven't been able to go to the store and buy food in 8 years! We eat at soup kitchens and get food at food pantries, because guess what, we aren't even eligible for food stamps! Or TANIF or welfare, or medical (state or private - income's too low) or ANY other state assistance for anything. NO ONE has helped us. My father was on the waiting list for a HUD voucher, for 7 years. He only just moved into an apartment last summer.

And no investigation was done. No one cared they we almost died! No one cared that someone tried to murder us. No one cared the damage that's been done to our land.

People of the town call what happened "a fire". It was not a fire. It was a bomb. A grease fryer bomb, and really wish people would stop calling it a fire, but someone tried to murder me and my family, and until people wake up and stop pretending it was "just a fire" nothing is gonna change around here. It was attempted murder, and it was NEVER investigated! J.T., closed the investigation. As he did with all the crimes happening to all the families, during his reign of terror in this town. His countless closed door underhanded dealings brought this town to it's knees.

I had hoped, after he was driven out of the town that someone would reopen the investigation into the bomb and try to find out who did it and why, but no one ever did. And we still to this day, have no idea who it was who tried murder us or why.

We are lucky to be alive. We were told that by everybody. The fireman who carried me out, the hospital, doctors. No one can explain how I lived through that fire. Before the fire I had super long bum length hair. It never grew back. I wore wigs for the first few years after the fire, until my hair regrew enough that I didn't have to. It's never gone below shoulder length, I can get it to grow back to bum length like I had it before the bomb.

Since the 1800s our land was a full scale poultry (egg) farm. (The large buildings were torn down in 2001). In addition to hundreds of chickens, we also cats, dogs, rabbits, horses, goats, ducks, pigeons, etc...and one day (before the bomb) I came home to find 75 roosters (all pets, with names, most of them leash trained and came when they were called) with their heads cut off and their bodies tied to my rose bushes. That was soon followed by 12 Sundays of me returning home from church to find a dead cat...one headless, one tailless, 5 poisoned, etc.

The cats, were indoors. House locked. Police did not investigate, because "Well, cats die, what can you do." Cats don't normally die from having their heads cut off. I'm sorry, but that should have been investigated. Someone murdered my cats. (edit for website - this was referring to the 12 cats poisoned in 2007, not the 10 cats kidnapped and beheaded in 2015)

It's why we don't have the animals anymore. One by one someone killed them all. That was more heartbreaking then the destruction of our plants. I love plants and animals. How can anyone be so cruel and do this to us? How does such an evil hate filled person come to exist? How can they live with themselves and what they did to us?

Do you know where I have lived for the past 8 years? (edit for website - it's now 11 years) HERE:

under an 8x6 tarp. Through blizzards, ice storms, hurricanes, and Maine's record coldest day in history. I still live on the land. I've never left. I won't leave. This land has been in my family for 500+ years, and I will not leave it.

On the days too wet or cold to stay under the tarp, I've lived here, in a rhinestone Volvo known as The Dazzling Razzberry aka The Autism Awareness Car:

The car is decorated because, it’s my house. I live where ever I can find a place to park my car. Decorating your home, is what people do.

That house in the last photo, that was George Ricker's house at 146, the historic landmark, known as The Ricker Homestead House, that was a tourist attraction in the 1970s and that was torn down August 2013.

The tent-tarp-thing has been taken down along with everything else that is being removed from the land. Which makes my life even more difficult now. Still on the land in the day time, but without the tarp structure up, I've no place to sleep at night now. Been sleeping at relatives house the last few nights. Not sure what I'm gonna do long term. I had hoped to get the chalet built before having to take the tarp-tent-thing down. Where the tent was, for the past 8 years, up until 10 days ago, is the location where the chalet (see plans linked) will be going in Spring 2016.

(edit for website - because of this information, the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall passed a court order on January 6, 2016 banning LGBTQ, and non-whites from living in Old Orchard Beach - they are currently [2017] refusing to give us building permits on grounds that gays, transgender, and non-white people are not allowed to live in Old Orchard Beach.)

I have Autism. Do you know, what it's like trying to get a job, when you are born mentally handicapped AND you are now physically disabled by a bomb? No will hire you. No one. Since 2006, I average 400 job applications a year. Dozens of job interviews a month. My limited speech cuts me off of most jobs. My limited movement cuts me off of most others. My age and never having had a job, other then writing short stories articles, cuts me off from all the rest. Too old, too inexperience, too lacking good verbal skills, and too disabled. Before 2006 and the coma and the months of hospitalization my father was the one who worked. In our culture and religion women are not allowed to work, as long as there is a male family member who can, so I had no job experience, and never going to school, i had no education either. You kind of need education and job experience to get a job, and at my age, no one's hiring anyways, and then add Autism and PTSD and limited movement stuck with cane on top of that.

Outside of the 7 members of my family unit, I don't talk. I started reading when I was three, and was writing shortly after wards. In my younger years I was very talkative around family, but near silent all other times. When I was 14 my best friend was murdered, I witnessed this event, and I just stopped talking and started writing more than ever. Written word took over and I became known for my 20 - 30 page double sided letters. (Which I wrote to 70+ pen pals from all around the globe, as well as letters of protest to many companies.) Try to get a job when you are mute. Every company will only hire a mute person IF they can speak sign language and can act as a translator for mute customers.

NEWSFLASH: Only 1 in every 70 mute people knows sign language. They don't teach it in public schools and the private schools that do teach it have a tuition upwards of $100k a year. Not many mutes know sinlanguage, but tell a speaking person that. Folks who speak just automatically assume that if you are mute you must also know sign language and if you don't, then you have no job opportunities.

(edit for website - since writing this book I have taken speech therapy and ESL classes to attempt to learn to communicate with Americans vocally; this was a result of the judge on May 13, 2015 in court stating that if a mute person did not SPEAK VERBALLY on the witness stand then they forfeited any right to defend themselves... and handing my cats over to town manager Larry Mead, because I was disabled, unable to speak verbally in court. My cats heads were returned to me the following week)

Do you know how frustrating it is for me when people KNOW I have Autism and then they say things like: "Excuse me . . . I'm sorry, but I've been talking to you for a half hour now and you haven't heard a word I said . . ." because I'm not talking or making eye contact.

This is a frustrating thing and unfortunately, it happens often. I will be sitting usually writing, sometimes drawing, other times embroidering (the three things I do more than anything else), when suddenly I look up and see some one standing over me, and asking why I haven't answered them yet. Me? I'm sitting there confused as hell, wondering what it is I am supposed to be answering and how they got there without me noticing them.

I don't talk, I write. I write a lot. I am often told people like my writing style, because it is unique, and I am often asked, if I could explain or teach them how I write so that they can learn my methods and write like I do. The problem comes when I try to explain what happens to me when I start writing. I guess, if you want to learn to write like me, than you'd have to learn to mimic one the the more outlandish symptoms of Savant Autism: blocking out everything around you and seeing and hearing nothing.

Nothing.

Period.

I can't teach my writing method, because it's not really teachable, all I can do, is try to explain it.

The biggest problem with my writing style, is the fact that I simply sit down and start writing. Literally. No matter where I am, or what I am doing, I simply sit down and start writing. This is such a huge problem, that you almost never see me go out in public unaccompanied by another adult. This is also why I do not live alone, why I do not drive a car, and why I can not hold a *regular* day job. I sit down where ever I am, when ever the mood strikes and just start writing. If you ever see a comic book character sitting cross legged on the floor in the middle of the milk aisle at Wal-Mart, writing away, well, that's me.

I actually can not walk in places where I will have to cross the street or a parking lot, unless I have some one with me to guide me across the road, because I frequently, just stop to write right there in the cross walk. It's a problem I have, and a really bad one that has caused me to be nearly hit by a car on countless occasions, because my mind no longer see things around me.

I once sat down and started writing, and didn't stop for 48 hours . . . Did not eat, did not sleep, I completely lost track of time. I was totally taken by surprise when I realized the 2 whole calendar days had passed before I noticed it, because to me, it seemed like no more than 20 minutes had passed. The odd thing about this, though, is I only started doing this less than ten years ago, and this seemed to have happened shortly after a month with 4 deaths: first my horse, than my grandmother, than my dog Blackie, and than my other dog Muffin. All four of them died with in 3 weeks of each other. Stress, seems to be the triggering factor that shuts off my brain and causes me to not see or hear anything or anyone around me and makes me simply start writing in an uncontrolled and unstoppable manner.

This *shutting off* and writing is the same reason why I rarely speak to people, because fact is, I rarely see them. I see the streets, I see the buildings, if there is a car made prior to 1975, I see that car and that car only and not the other cars speeding by. They simply become totally invisible to me. When I mentioned this to some one last year, they had an explanation which I had never heard of before, but quickly Googled and found out more about: she called it "second sight".

She said that this "second sight" could explain both my seeing and talking with Etiole, as well, as my odd inability to see and hear people around me at certain times. She explained that "second sight" believers claim there are two worlds: the physical world and the spiritual world and that the co-exist one on top of the other, constantly intermingled, but that neither world is aware of the existence of the other, except on rare occasions when "sightings" (ghosts, faeries, aliens, angels, or demons) occur. She also said that there is a high frequency of Autistic people being able to see through the barrier between the two worlds and see beings from the spirit world. She said that people who can see and otherwise interact with the normally invisible spirit world, are said to have the gift of "second sight" and she believed that this was what was happening when I see Etiole and when I seem to no longer be able to see or here people around me.

Well.

Okay.

Whatever.

I actually haven't been able to find much info on this "second sight" thing, so I don't know if I should believe in "second sight" yet or not, but, it did make sense and sound like a plausible answer.

I do talk to people if I notice they are there. The trick is to get me to notice that you are there. Like I said, it's like watching TV, and I have to switch from one channel to the other in order to notice you there. If I shut off the world in my head, I can see people around me and talk to them fine, the problem is, switching my mind out of the world I write about and into the real world where people around me live. It's not easy. I know when I stopped talking. I can tell you the exact date: August 21, 1991, the day my best friend was murdered. I know when I started turning off the real world too: after the things that happened at church with the bishop and Pine Land Center. The real world simply became more than I was able to handle on my own and I had no friends or family to turn to.

This also explains my cloths. You see, I dress no different than the characters of my books, and to me this is perfectly normal, as it is the way all of them dress. I don't notice that real people are dressed different than me, because I don't very often see the real people around me, and it is not until some one comes up to me and asks me why I'm dressed like I am, that I am brought back from one world to the next, and see that, yes, in this world, I am dressed quite a bit different from other people. But you see, there is another part of the problem: the people I write about are the people Etiole knows. His family, his friends, his enemies. When people ask me where I come up with my ideas, I can't give them an answer they will believe. I can't tell them that I am writing down things that Etiole has told me about his world. I can't tell them that Etiole is not a fictional character from my books. I can't tell them, that I don't come up with these ideas, that it is Etiole who comes up with them, and that Etiole is a very real creature who lives along side us, even though very few humans have ever seen him. I use to tell people these things, back in the 1980's, but no one ever believed me when I told them, so I stopped telling them, and simply, stopped answering them at all.

Of course, my cloths, started when I was just 4 years old, and I was wearing my Wonder Woman underoos under my Cinderella dresses . . . I always did dress like a comic book hero gone princess. No one paid any attention to it though, until after I was about 22 years old, and people started questioning why I didn't wear *normal* cloths, but the fact is, for me they are normal, because I have never worn any thing else.

Does having a mental illness effect my writing? Most certainly. It effects every thing in my life. But than again, as I have never been diagnosed as having a mental illness, there in lays the question: why do people think I have a mental illness?

As you can see when people say they think I have schizophrenia, or Aspengers, they are not saying so in jest, to be funny. They are very serious, and often very frightened of me when they say it. In nearly 40 years, I have yet to have a friendship last more than 6 months, because most people, once they get to know me, are completely terrified of me. At first they meet me and think I'm in costume and acting in character, and they think of it as some sort of role playing game, but once it dawns on them, that this is no act, this is no game, that my mind is what my mind is, and that I am like this 24-7-365, I never hear from them again. If I do hear from them again, it is only to ask if I have considered medication to make me *normal* yet. My question is, Why would I want to be *normal*? What incentive is there? None that I can see.

Don't you know it's rude to stare?

Not a question asked to me, but a question I ask in response to people demanding I look at them when they talk.

Eye contact. Why do I need to be looking at you to hear what you are saying? I hear with my ears not my eyes. Why do I need to look at you to talk to you? I talk with my mouth not my eyes.

Do You Read Banned Books?
Want To Read The First Ever Books Banned By The United States Government?

How We Gypsies
See The Americans
Memoirs of a Gypsy Queen
A Behind The Scenes Look Into The Everyday Life of
The Scottish Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach, Maine
by
EelKat Wendy C. Allen

Was One of The 27 Books Banned By The United States Government On January 4, 2016

It was forced to be unpublished
and removed from books stores
by a court order issued by
The Town Hall of The Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine,
A United States of America Government Orginization

The First Amendment to the United States Constitution prohibits the making of any law respecting an establishment of religion,

impeding the free exercise of religion,

abridging the freedom of speech,

infringing on the freedom of the press,

interfering with the right to peaceably assemble

or prohibiting the petitioning for a governmental redress of grievances.

It was adopted on December 15, 1791, as one of the ten amendments that constitute the Bill of Rights.

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“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse, and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.” 
― Desmond Tutu

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Bullies should never force you to  suffer in silence. If someone has hurt you, let others know.

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“I wonder if you realize: When you browbeat people who disagree with you into silence - because they don't want to be called hater, bigot, Hitler, whatever - their silence will create for you the illusion that you're winning. But it's just an illusion - an illusion you find so intoxicating that you're completely unprepared when the moment of truth comes . . . and you lose.” 

― Dan Calabrese

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“I would rather be a little nobody, then to be a evil somebody.” 

― Abraham Lincoln

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“If you're horrible to me, I'm going to write a song about it, and you won't like it. That's how I operate.” 

― Taylor Swift

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How We Gypsies 
See The Americans
Memoirs of a Gypsy Queen
A Behind The Scenes Look Into
The Everyday Life of 
The Scottish Gypsies of
Old Orchard Beach, Maine
by 
EelKat Wendy C. Allen

Banned from publication on Amazon, by a First Amendment violating, court order on January 4, 2016, by the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, a branch of the United States government, How We Gypsies See The Americans, is now available to read online for free.

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Banned by the United States Government, January 4, 2016 for being "Too Gay For The Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine."

State of Maine, Biddeford District Court:

Docket #BDDC-PA-2015-00574

Keeping in mind that the judge never read the book and I was never allowed to testify, as MOST of the court case was done via an "exparte order" without my knowledge to court case against me even existed until nearly a year after it started. The whole judgement being based off a murder I had no connection to, with residents of Old Orchard Beach, using as their "evidence" the phrase: "Remember Saco Shaw's all transsexuals are alike" and citing that transgender people are running around Maine killing people because there is a transvestite Necromancer in this book, their claim being that had the Quaraun series not been published the Saco Shaw's Murder would not have happened.

In the court documents, the Town of Old Orchard Beach claims that the Quaraun series is "autobiographical" because it is set in my hometown, and that because the main character, a 400 year old Elf named Quaraun, is a partly-castrated serial killing transvestite eunuch necromancer who suffers from schizophrenia, that I the straight, female author am QUOTE "a dangerous mentally unstable gay transsexual eunuch terrorist, who will kill us all" UNQUOTE.

Throughout the court papers they referenced quotes said by Quaraun (a fictional non-Human character in a fantasy novel) in this book claiming that they were quotes taken off my "About Me Page" of my website. (Thus why my About Me Page now includes my response to the court documents' allegations that I am gay, transsexual, or eunuch). Also interesting is the fact my primary accuser in these court documents (the man who drove a backhoe over my house in 2013) is also the same person who hacked my KBoards account & my website, placing his name all over both, while impersonating me online and pretending to be me throughout August to December 2015 (a time period when I was offline due to multiple surgeries & hospitalization after being beaten up by a man driving a 4-door white pick up truck). Also interestingly, is I never knew who owned the backhoe, and his name was unknown to me prior to receiving the sheriff's notice of my books being banned on January 4, 2016. Also interesting to note is in addition to owning the backhoe that drove over my house, he also owns a 4-door white pick-up truck.

Also interesting to note is that when I went to the Town Hall to ask the Town Manager & Town Counsel why they were filing these absolutely, ludicrously, ridiculous, transphobic, civil rights violating court papers to begin with, none of them were aware of the existence of the court case, and the man with the 4-door white pick up truck is now suspected (by the FBI who is investigating this "highly suspicious court case") of having filed the court case in the Town Hall's name using official USA government letterhead stolen from the Town Hall's Code Enforcement office. From 2014 to mid 2016 the court papers read "Town of Old Orchard Beach vs Wendy Christine Allen" The FBI started investigating the Town Hall June 2016. From June 2016 to October 2016 the court documents read {name removed & name removed} (name of backhoe owner & 4-5-8's sister) vs Wendy Christine Allen. Several forged documents have since been uncovered in this court case, that is now known to have been done by a local resident who not only impersonated me online, but also impersonated the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall in court.

While the man named in the documents CLAIMED to work for the town hall, calling himself "the board of zoning appeals", this has since been proven to be yet another impersonation on his part, and the only two ACTUAL government employees to ever appear in court were Old Orchard Beach CEO Dan Feeney and Old Orchard Beach Police Officer Will Watson, both of whom said they were there "on behalf of Town Manager Larry Mead as his representative". Larry Mead when questioned, denied having any knowledge of the court case at all and was shocked to discover that he himself was named in the docket as the person who filed the paperwork. Seven other Town Hall Government officials were also named as having collectively filed the paperwork with him, including my cousin; all of whom when questioned, had no knowledge there was a court case going on in their names, with them named as Plaintiffs. In court police officer Will Watson broke down on the testimony stand, claiming to be blackmailed into being there, stating that his "beloved mother-in-law" was in frail health and "they are threatening to kill her if I don't comply". If he is in fact being blackmailed and if so by who, as yet remains unknown.

And in spite of the hysterical rumours this man has been screaming all over town, there is no more evidence that the transsexual serial killer Connor MacCalister ever read my books or even knew of their existence, then there is that I am a 400 year old gay Elf wizard.

Also interesting to note is the first court papers were filed October 2014, 3 weeks after the mass market release of The Night of The Screaming Unicorn, and 1 week after the public unveiling on my latest art car The Transgender Awareness Tour Bus, and nearly a year BEFORE the Saco Shaw's murder which happened August 2015. Connor MacCalister's name was not added to the court papers until September 12, 2015, a full year AFTER the first court papers were filed.

The vandalism of my tour bus (it being filled with feces 3 feet deep) happened April 10, 2015, and the beheading of my cats happened May 2015, both happening BEFORE the August 2015 murder, in spite of the residents of Old Orchard Beach, claiming they did those things BECAUSE of the Saco Shaw's murder.

In the end 27 of my books were 

banned and unpublished 

BY A 1st Amendment violating COURT ORDER 

that was issued by

THE OLD ORCHARD BEACH TOWN HALL,

a United States Government Organization, 

making the Quaraun Series the FIRST and ONLY books in American history to ever be

BOOKS BANNED

BY THE

UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT

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Do you know who filled my motorhome with feces April 2015?

Do you know who cut my cats' heads off?

Do you know who it is Police Officer Will Watson claims is blackmailing him?

Do you know who stole the $3million in tax money from the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall bank accounts during all of this?

Do you know who built the bomb that blew up my house October 18, 2006?

Do you know who drove a backhoe over my next house on August 8, 2013?

Do you know who the driver of the 4-door white pick up tuck is, the one who beat me up, on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College, paralyzing me for 5 months, leaving me crippled for the rest of my life?

Do you know who is holding my 10 cats hostage, cutting off their heads, and returning them back one head at a time?

Do you know the identity of the hacker who hacked my Kboards & Twitter accounts, from a public access computer at the McAuthor Public Library in Biddeford, Maine, throughout 2015, also hacking my website and impersinating me while posting the name of the man in this court case all over the internet to make it look like I did it, even though I was offline and in the hospital dying at the time it happened?

Do you know who in the town hall is providing official government letterhead from the Code Enforcement Office, for this and other (yes, several others) fraudulent court cases filed by the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall against the LGBTQ citizens of our town?

If you know the answers to these questions or have any additional information about this case please contact the FBI agent in charge of the investigation:

Agent Andy Drewer

of the Portland FBI

@ 207-774-9322 

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Seeing How "The Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach" Court Order Requires Me To Put This Notice In The Front Of The Novels,
I Assume It Also Requires I Put It In Front of Novel Excerpts Posted Online As Well, so, Here It Is... 
Enjoy The Stupidity That Is The
Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine,
Where I Am Deemed,
In Their Words:
"Too Gay For The Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach"
Because I'm The Author of The Quaraun Series.

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INTRODUCTION TO THE SERIES

The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane

(Added March 29, 2016)

by

EelKat Wendy Christine Allen

~o0o~

UPDATE: The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall has handed me a court order requiring I place a warning in my books, warning you that they have their heads stuck up their asses, I mean, warning you that this book was written by a non-white transgender author and contains non-white, LGBTQ characters, which the straight, white citizens of Old Orchard Beach find offensive because they never before took their heads out of their asses long enough to notice that there exist in this world non-white people and gay transgender men. The HORROR I have forced them to discover, when they took their heads out of their asses long enough to discover a non-white, transgender author has lived in their town since 1975!

As of January 4, 2016 ALL gay, transgender, and non-white authors, living in the white power, gay-hating town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine are now required to add a warning to the front of their books, warning readers that this book is a vile, evil, perversion of their senses because it contains non-white, minority, transgender, and or gay characters who by their very existence according to the white power, gay hating residents of the 99.9% white town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine do not deserve to live and should not be included as characters in books.

Because I am a vile, evil, non-white, transgender author who lives in Old Orchard Beach, Maine, I am now required by court order to place warning in my books, to warn readers that this book was written by a vile, evil, non-white, transgender author and there for may contain references to my vile, evil, non-white, transgender lifestyle, including to, shock, and horror, ACTUALLY CONTAIN

....

Non-white characters

oh, my, my, my, how evil of me to consider writing a book with a person of colour in it. And even worse, is the fact that...wait for it...

I've gone so far as to allow gay transvestite characters to be in my books.

How shockingly evil of me to offend the citizens of Old Orchard Beach, by including gay and transgender characters in my book. I have forced them to have to discover the horror that there exists non-white people in our town, and worse, have made them suffer the horrors of learning that LGBTQ citizens have the right to live. How evil of me. To punish me for the publication of the book you are now reading, they filled my home with sewage 3 feet deep and cut the heads off of my cats, drove a backhoe over my house, then beat me up and left me paralyzed for 5 months, during which time they hacked my online accounts of Kboards, NaNoWriMo, Twitter and other places and impersonated me, posting lots of shitty crap to try to discredit me and destroy my reputation. If you are one of my long time readers and followers, you no dought saw what transpired on KBoards and NaNoWriMo (I did not see it and still do not know what happened, seeing how I was in the hospital dying, while the hacker was taking over my accounts online.)

18 months later I am out of the wheelchair, relearning to walk and still refusing to unpublish my evil books containing non-white gay men and so now they have gotten a court order demanding the warning you are now reading, be placed in this book, because the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall (the plaintiff named on the court order – YES – an actual United States Government Organization has issued this civil rights violating court order, in blatant disregard to federal laws) believes that non-whites and gays and transgender citizens are so evil that they QUOTE “ought to be shot in the head” UNQUOTE.

The book you are now holding contains non-white characters, of the same vile, evil non-white race as the non-white author who wrote this book and because I am not white and have chosen to include non-white characters in this book, I am now required by court order to warn my non-white readers that this book was written by evil, vile non-white me and contains evil, vile non-white characters that will offend your holier then though piece of shit white asses. There, I am now in compliance with the white power, gay hating town of Old Orchard Beach's, civil rights violating court order. White trash has now been warned that non-white trash exists in this book.

The book you are now holding contains LGBTQ characters, of the same vile, evil LGBTQ existence as the LGBTQ who wrote this book and because I am LGBTQ and have chosen to include LGBTQ characters in this book, I am now required by court order to warn my LGBTQ readers that this book was written by evil, vile LGBTQ me and contains evil, vile LGBTQ characters that will offend your holier then though piece of shit straight asses. There, I am now in compliance with the white power, gay hating town of Old Orchard Beach's, civil rights violating court order. Straight trash has now been warned that non-straight trash exists in this book.

If you have any questions regarding this court order which violates the civil rights of people of colour, minority races, and LGBTQ citizens, please head to the State of Maine, Biddeford District Court and ask for copies of

Docket #BDDC-PA-2015-00574 and CV-15-58/CV-15-59

the Alfred Superior Court Docket #CV-15-299

and the Portland Superior Law Court Docket #YOR-15-253

Additionally, you can find more information by going to the Old Orchard Beach Police Department and requesting copies of ALL police reports made in regards to 144, 146, and 146a Portland Avenue, from 2001 to 2016 (approximately 300 reports).

Note, that the court order includes 4 interesting facts:

1: It states that transgender people in Old Orchard Beach are not allowed to own cats; the Town Manager confiscated my cats on this basis (the judge granted this). 140 families in Old Orchard Beach had a grand total of more then 500 cats taken from them via this court order.  Many of those cats are being returned to their owners, one head nailed to their door at a time.

2: It states that transgender vehicles are not allowed in the town of Old Orchard Beach and specifically that The Transgender Awareness Tour Bus be removed from the "perimeters of the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach" (the judge denied this)

3: It states that transgender authors, not be allowed to publish books featuring transgender characters, and contains a list of books, deemed "Too gay for Old Orchard Beach" that the Town Hall requested be removed from publication. The judge ordered the removal and unpublication of 27 of my books, and that the rest have this warning placed in them.

4: That LGBTQ, non-white, non-Christians, and Muslims, not be allowed to set foot in Old Orchard Beach (with one motel owner in particular claiming his right to confiscate the homes, property, and business of some 140 families in Old Orchard Beach, by right of his desire to put condominiums on each of their properties. Interestingly, this is the same man who drove a backhoe over my house in 2013.) Part of this was passed, with the judge ordering LGBTQ families not allowed to set foot in their own homes (not rentals or apartments - houses they owned outright and owed no taxes or mortgages on, with 140 families be forced out of their homes on January 4, 2016. He dropped the request to confiscate homes of LGBTQ citizens when FBI Agent Andy Drewer Arrived to investigate him and the 5 businesses he owns, for his connection to the bomb that blew up my house in 2006.) Three court houses later a different judge overruled the first judge's civil rights violating order, with LGBTQ citizens being allowed to go home October 18, 2016, after 10 months of living in their cars.

Want to know the names, phone numbers, business locations, and home addresses of all the cat murdering, transphobic, gay-hating, white powered people who are trying to ban all LGBTQ and non-white citizens from Old Orchard Beach? Then go to those 3 court houses and request to get copies of all 700 pages of The Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach Court Case of Old Orchard Beach vs Wendy Christine Allen. 

All names and contact information of all the white power, gay hating  town hall officials, police officers, public works workers, motels, businesses, motel owners, business owners, and the KKK's own lawyers, behind this introduction now required to being added to books containing gay or non-white characters can be found in those court orders and police reports, here after collectively known as “The Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach Court Case” or #TooGayForOOB for short.

In those court dockets you will find more then 700 pages of utterly fascinating civil rights violating, animal abusing, hate crime glorifying, anti-gay, white power, transphobic lunacy. I highly recommend you get copies of those court dockets and see for yourself, the REALITY of how utterly insane the gay hating, white power mentality of Old Orchard Beach, really is. 

Or if you want to meet me at Staples, and are willing to pay however much it costs to have 700 pages of copies made, you can get copies made of my copy of the court order.

Happy reading.

Welcome to Maine, where love wins, everywhere, except in the white power, gay-hating town of Old Orchard Beach. TIP: If you are looking for a great fun summer family vacation spot this summer: avoid the transphobic, animal abusing, gay hating, white power town of Old Orchard Beach. This town is only family friendly, IF your family qualifies as a “real family” which to them means: you are white, Christian, and have no connections to LGBTQ people whatsoever. Save your hard earned money and DO NOT come to Old Orchard Beach this summer. Don't bother wasting your hard earned money on the transphobic, animal abusing, gay hating, white power trash that thinks it's okay to discriminate against people based on race, gender, religion, or colour.

There. Now I am in compliance with the court order and you, my dear reader have been warned that this book was written by evil, vile, perverted non-white, non-straight little old me and contains non-white, gay, transvestite characters. Can I ask: Have you EVER seen a book ANYWHERE that the author's town required the author to place a warning in the book, for ANY reason? Can anyone say RIDICULOUS? Yes, the town of Old Orchard Beach is being utterly ridiculous. I think they forgot that Old Orchard Beach is a town in America and not it's own country.

So, if you are a transphobic, gay-hating, white power person who is offended by the existence of transvestites, gays, non-Christians, people of colour, and other things that tick off white power mentalities, then you probably want to avoid these books.

For everybody else who isn't a white power, transphobic, gay-hating jerk with their head stuck up their own white, Christian ass: I hope you enjoy reading these books as much as I have enjoyed writing them. And for those of you who don't enjoy this sort of book, well, enjoy those knee-jerks, I'm told you guys should be expecting quite a few of them.

~EK

End of introduction.

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This article was originally written on: March 20, 2017

This page last updated on: March 20, 2017

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