Monday, January 11, 2016

Kelley Lynch's Email to Leonard Cohen's Lawyers, His Operative & Her Stalker

From: Kelley Lynch <>
Date: Mon, Jan 11, 2016 at 7:53 PM
To: Michelle Rice <>, Robert Kory <>, Stephen Gianelli <>, "*irs. commissioner" <*>, Washington Field <>, ASKDOJ <>, ": Division, Criminal" <>, "Doug.Davis" <>, Dennis <>, MollyHale <>, fsb <>, rbyucaipa <>, khuvane <>, blourd <>, Robert MacMillan <>, a <>, wennermedia <>, Mick Brown <>, "glenn.greenwald" <>, Harriet Ryan <>, "hailey.branson" <>, Stan Garnett <>, Mike Feuer <>, "mayor.garcetti" <>, Opla-pd-los-occ <>, "Kelly.Sopko" <>, Whistleblower <>, Attacheottawa <>,, alan hootnick <>, Fabian Paulmikell A <>

Gianelli, Kory, and Rice,

Cease and desist.  This ongoing criminal harassment, slander, gratuitous insults, etc. is outrageous.  Leonard Cohen is the individual with the history of drug and alcohol abuse, psychiatric problems, theft, false accusations against his representatives, and fantasies about armed men holding guns on him.  He also has a history of playing the role of "our most important spy" that includes fabricated narratives about his participation in CIA's MK Ultra program, recon during Bay of Pigs, etc.  He now has three versions of his bullshit Phil Spector gun story before LA Superior Court.

I remain uninterested in what a psychotic criminal stalker feels about me but intend to address this coordinated campaign of harassment in my RICO suit.  Gianellil's harassing emails, which he has confirmed are meant to dissuade me, will not deter me from seeking legal remedies.  He also continues with his attempts to elicit information by lying about matters such as his inane statements that I just attempted to file a document with more emails from him.  The next document that will be filed with the Criminal Stalker's emails will be with the federal court.  As Tax Court referred to my supplemental filings in its order, the email harassment will also be before the 9th Circuit Court.

If anyone is interested n intelligence agencies, please contact them directly and leave me out of your insanity.  If LAPD's TMU have a position on who they think I should have a "sexual relationship" with, they can explain it to a federal court. 

If you would like to discuss your views that Dmitri Kovtun is a murderer, please address that directly with Mr. Kovtun.  I remain uninterested in the views held by criminals, thieves, liars, and frauds. 

This ongoing criminal conduct should cease and desist.

Kelley Lynch

Bay of Pigs – Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen and the Bay of Pigs
The story of a young Cohen in Cuba. Read this story in Somersault’s free pdf issue!
By Evan Fleischer (Evan Fleischer lives in Boston, Massachusetts. When he isn’t editing Somersault Magazine, he is a writer-at-large.)
On one side, 1,400 American paratroopers tried to invade Cuba in April of 1961. On another side, Cuba repelled the invasion. And on the third side — the underappreciated side — a 27 year old Canadian by the name of Leonard Cohen was certainly doing something, though the nailed down quality of what it actually was seems to be up in the air.
In one telling, Cohen went to Cuba because he was “fighting on both sides.” In another, he went because of “a deep interest in violence. I was very interested in what it really meant for a man to to carry arms and to kill other men — and how attracted I was exactly to that process.” And in the the third, he went, he got drunk (on rum, Cuba libre, or mojitosquien sabe; déjame en paz y me deja escribir), spent his time with late night movie operators and hookers, was woken up by an official from the Canadian embassy, taken to said embassy, and politely and firmly informed that his mother was worried about him.
Of the latter — Cuban militants tried to bomb the airport, the press of which overplayed the danger of the reality, thereby attracting his mother’s attention — Cohen said that he felt feisty when he’d been woken by the embassy official, like Upton Sinclair. “I was on an important mission!” 
Cohen’s first album is four years off at this time. Let us cheat with the Oujia Board you and I both share and re-introduce the names of AM Klein, FR Scott, Irving Layton, and Lorca, Lorca, Federico Garcia Lorca (a marble-like polaris Cohen enjoyed to roll with others in his hand like worry beads, like prayer beads, like an oddly shaped coin he keeps in his pocket because it makes him smile) to the equation — and when he’s there, he’s in khaki shorts, lets his beard to stubble length, and returns to his old habits of staying up ‘til three in the morning.  
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
Come the Havana evening, Leonard — in the words of one biographer — joined “the pimps, hookers, gamblers, small-time criminals, and black marketers … roamed the urban slums of Jesus del Monte to the swank waterfront suburbs of Miramar.
There’s also this.
Ira Nadel — the biographer quoted above — explains: “Wearing his khakis and carrying a hunting knife, he was suddenly surrounded by twelve soldiers with Czech submachine guns. It was late at night and they thought he was the first of an American landing team. They marched him to the local police station while he repeated the only Spanish he knew, a slogan of Castro’s: Amistad del pueblo, ‘Friendship of the People.’ This made no impression on his captors, but after an hour and a half of interrogation, Cohen convinced them he was not a spy buy a fan of the regime who wanted to be there.”
Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control. 
He convinced them he was an innocent man. They brought out rum and bequeathed him a necklace of shells and bullets. The next morning, he was driven back to Havana. It’s there this picture was taken. It’s there he runs into American communists. It’s there he’s called a bourgeois individualist.
Anti-aircraft fire fills the night. A platoon runs down the street and crouches behind the statue of an iron lion. “Hopelessly Hollywood,” Cohen later wrote. 
The next morning he shaved and put on a seersucker suit and wrote a letter to Jack McClelland, a Canadian publisher. “Just think how well the book would sell if I’m hit in an air-raid. What great publicity! Don’t tell me you haven’t been considering it.” 
Cohen was temporarily detained, and — given that — tried to leave the country. When he did, he discovered a red line drawn through his name on a clipboard at the airport and was directed to a security room, at which point the picture of him with the militants was discovered. They put him under a guard, a fourteen year old with a rifle, a fourteen year old with whom he then tried to have an argument, which went nowhere. A scuffle broke out somewhere in the airport. The teenage guard ran off to assist. Cohen was left alone.
Cohen looked around, repacked his bag, got back in line, and boarded. No one asked for his ticket.
A poem to mark the occasion comes quickly, blithely and fearsomely announcing in “the only tourist in Havana turns his thoughts homewards” —

From: Stephen Gianelli <>
Date: Mon, Jan 11, 2016 at 3:28 PM
Subject: Re: Email to FSB dated January 11, 2015
To: Kelley Lynch <>