Last Friday, when my court-appointed defender told me I was deemed “unfit to stand trial,” I became upset. I demanded a jury trial, so I could present all the evidence I’ve gathered (and that the FBI, Katie’s clandestine employer, REFUSES to investigate or even discuss with me) Over the weekend, I came to accept my fate. When I went to court last Tuesday, July 15, 2025, I was ready to be sent off to the Pilgrim State Psychiatric Facility in Brentwood, NY.  I packed my tallit, tefillin, and kippah and dressed up nice & fancy.

Come to find – The Powers That Be don’t want to proceed with dismissing any charges (or sending me to the mental hospital) until the Nassau County Police Department has a chance to arrest me for all the pending ones! So I am essentially now in purgatory. I can’t go pick up my cat from the animal shelter. Why even bother looking for a job, if I’m going to be held in YET another psychiatric facility?

So if this arduous, unnecessary limbo is going to painfully cost me even more days of my short life on this Earth? I’m going alleviate that pain the only way I know how: by trying to embody the Spirit of G-d. G-d is love, light, life, and truth. I love Katie Batilla. She was – and still is – the light of my life, and the truth is: Katie works for the Department of Justice (via a deep state cover called “Precision Painting Plus”) and has manipulated Nassau County Family Court, Police, and the District Attorney, to exact her sexy revenge.

Katie is mad at me because, without her, I crumbled into a pile of shame, ghosting her & all our classmates, 20 years ago. We should have never been forced apart. Now, in the present era of our lives, I would’ve just left her alone and been sad & lonely. But, one year ago, she decided to flex her federal muscle to punish me. She also perjured herself in a court of law. This gave me the green light to go ahead and tell her how I really feel. (Again, I love you, Katie.) I have never once threatened her with physical violence, and none of my posts or videos should be construed as such.

While many of the death & pedo threats I received via text message in Fall 2024 were clearly coming from Katie, I am not convinced that it was her who initially started texting me back on Saturday, May 18, 2024.  That mystery sender identified herself as my mother.  However, Diane Faber denies sending those messages.  Yet, the syntax, tone, and grammar of those initial messages is distinctly different from Katie’s.  I am confident that one day, I will get the truth.  That’s what this website mainly serves to facilitate – getting the truth & exonerating me. I have no recollection of being molested as a child, but I tell you what…anyone who tries to drive a wedge between a mother & her son by making those kind of allegations?  That’s a criminal, and the FBI doesn’t give a rat’s ass.

I will be editing as much of my writing as I can to update “[redacted]” to “Special Agent Katherine Leigh Batilla.”  If I’m going away to jail or the nut house, I want to make everything crystal clear for the casual observer.  Frankly, I’m astounded this whole nightmare hasn’t already gotten the media attention it so clearly deserves.