My Italian Estate & Its Spin Off Organized Crime Programs
2020 WARNING: POP CULTURE APPROACHING
My Great-Grandpa generously gave his acquaintances gifts, money and other things when he had decided on who to leave his Italian estate to under his diplomatic asylum name, Wolfgang in 1973.
He was very generous to them. Then made the decision to leave me his entire Italian estate as well. After that decision was made, he drew up boring normal will kit style estate documents and registered it with a lawyer in Verona. He made me sole beneficiary.
I cheered him up immensely after the day I was born and he named me his sole heir to both his estates. And I am glad I did, because he deserved to be cheered up. He was one of the most emotionally distraught ("heartbroken") men in the world.
To be technically correct, Kaiser Adolf (Wolfgang) put Prince Brian James Webb on the Italian estate documents, as that was the legally correct way to write my name after he named me the only eligible Imperial Family Heir the year before.
After he had registered the documents, knowing there are NO CLAIMS outside the beneficiary list in Italy, he painted all the buildings he left me to match my eyes, skin & hair the day I was born, which was enormous fun, apparently.
He had made literally huge amounts of money out of the music he was involved in (which he left me his copyright royalties for). He received extremely large cheques in the male regularly listed as his share of the royalties from the songs he co-wrote or produced. Enormous sums of money started coming in after they were released and charted.
In the end he signed a waiver allowing the cheques to be sent directly to his bank account, instead of having to cash them himself when they arrived in the mail. That waiver was then used to change them from cheques to electronic banking transactions almost immediately it was introduced in Italy.
He probably had dealings with the lawyer in Verona about the rights to the songs he co-wrote before he made that lawyer executor of my Italian estate in 1973.
As an example, my Great Grandpa Kaiser Adolf was “Jimi Hendrix” drummer and co-writer for the early releases. Kaiser Adolf co-wrote the songs and recorded the drums himself. There are others, like the band Cream. He was the second drummer and did vocals on the album. “I’ll wait in this place….”. (I could add allegedly for legal purposes here?)
His diplomatic asylum name “Wolfgang” did appear on the rights contracts, but not always on the actual sleeve or disc themselves. A lot of the time they just put “Mr. Anonymous” if a name was required, or left it blank depending on the contract and the record company.
The lawyer in Verona was offered a partnership in a different firm shortly afterwards, and the opportunity to move out of his old offices. He had a (non-legal) assistant with some secretarial qualifications, who had an “errand boy” from Switzerland. They used a small office on the other side of the road or street to the actual lawyer, who had full offices in the other building.
The (non-legal assistant) secretary was two African Americans swapping places pretending to be the same person and illegally using someone else's name - “Vincent Corleone”. It was bigot homophobic organised crime "fashion" in Italy to illegally supply the name of a Homosexual relative for others to use for crime purposes if that relative refused to pretend to be Heterosexual (or Bisexual) for family events. If those people did not show up to those events with a person of the other gender as a date, organised crime used their name claiming they would "give it back" when someone of the other gender was the "pretend full time sexual partner" for those family events, and that's what happened to the real Vincent Corleone (who is related as well, probably a biological Cousin - one of the first conceived with my Homosexual Uncle Ian Webb's stolen semen).
“Corleone” was basically a secretary type with a drinking and minor drug problem. If the employer, the actual lawyer, wasn’t in his offices he left a note on the door to go across the road to the other office.
After word had gotten out in that specifically Italian way (everyone being told immediately it was declared a secret, in a casual sitting down announcement at a table serving something, with heads going from side to side thinking “if it only goes sideways to the coast, it’ll still be our secret”), someone decided to approach the lawyer and try to talk about illegal incentives not to contact me about the Italian estate when the time came, as an ongoing arrangement until it did.
The lawyer wasn’t in, so they went across the road to the assistant. “Corleone” eventually figured out they were twitching, doing signals with body parts, grimacing, coughing etcetera, because they were looking to offer some sort of bribe, and they thought he was the lawyer who was executor of the Italian estate….
In the end the bribe was discussed, and “Corleone” took the opportunity to pretend to be the lawyer who was executor of my Italian estate and collected a nice bribe. He thought he was onto a winner, and his standing amongst his organised crime contacts would increase to them knowing him, instead of minor debts to a “dealer”.
Shortly afterwards he was fired by the actual lawyer, who moved on to become a partner in a different legal firm, leaving his offices vacant, with “Corleone” and his errand boy in the other across the road.
As part of the tentative “ongoing arrangement”, they visited again to see if there was anything they could do to keep the arrangement going. “Corleone” took a while to think of it, but eventually said they had been renting the bigger offices across the road but had been kicked out by the landlord, and if they were purchased so they could move back in, that would be helpful and extend the deal not to contact me when the time came.
So, they bought them as a bribe and moved him and his assistant in, and that made it much easier for him (them) to pretend to be a lawyer. The incentives thereafter were many and varied. Including alcohol, parties, drugs, music etcetera. People visited constantly and there was dancing, he always seemed to have time for it, as he wasn’t a lawyer at all.
In the end, they moved a bunch of prostitute types in to make like secretaries who did sex on demand, and that basically sealed the deal on an ongoing basis. There was food, music, dancing, sex in the offices and corridors and it had literally nothing to do with me.
I am not going to go into too much detail about it, but at some point “Corleone” decided to try to fake himself as the executor of the Imperial Estate as well, with a faked document and a dented Beer bottle top with what he erroneously called a “Swastika” on it for a fake wax sealer, deliberately designed to look like Charles Manson’s forehead (who both men pretending to be "Corleone" knew in some way). The bribes increased slightly afterwards for a short while.
They pretend he was an organised crime legend because he pulled off ripping off anyone who assumed he was a lawyer who was executor of one of my estates left to be by my Great-Grandpa Kaiser Adolf, and was looking to offer bribes to stop me receiving my estates.
Bits of some movies are sort of authentic, but not quite. He was a loser. I heard rumours he looked at trying to adopt one of my younger triplet siblings as his son, so he could try to steal my estate(s) off me using my sibling after being made his legal father, so he could then kill him and keep it all for himself. You’d have to talk to one of my siblings about that though, who I have never actually met.
He (they) felt sort of guilty about me, knew my name etcetera. Must have got a look at a document somewhere along the line. In the end he promised never to contact me ever if they made him look like an organized crime boss feared in Italy and Europe. A movie called “The Godfather” came out shortly after I was born & then "The Godfather Part 2" came out after I was made sole beneficiary of My Great Grandpa's Italian estate. They are related to what I have written.
I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT FICTIONAL MOVIE DID NOT MAKE ANYONE WHO ILLEGALLY BORROWED THE NAME "VINCENT CORLEONE" OR WHO REALLY USES THAT NAME OR SURNAME AN EXECUTOR OF EITHER OF MY ESTATES, A LAWYER, OR GIVE THEM ANY RIGHTS TO MY MONEY OR PROPERTY.
FICTIONAL TELE-VISUAL PRODUCTIONS LIKE THAT NEVER HAVE MAGIC POWERS TO MAKE THE FICTIONALIZED CHARACTERS PART OF THE REAL FACTUAL EVENTS.
“Corleone” was probably trying to increase his fake standing in organized crime to try to pull off something bigger, in one of those self-belief is all you need ego experiences, no facts or developed plan required. Ad-lib urban myth folklore magic.
In the end the “I could rob anyone of anything” gossip inflated ego trip “Corleone” went on resulted in him being shot dead, by someone who thought they had pulled off something huge to get their hands on imperial inheritance documents, that were fake, who was then shot dead in the same incident (as far as I know).
His errand boy discovered what happens when you tell the truth whilst everyone else is lying. He discussed things with his friends from Switzerland, and whenever they encountered any competitive organized crime situation with the Italian Mafia (who Corleone was NOT), they said he wasn’t a lawyer, wasn’t executor, it had nothing to do with him, and he was not Mafia.
But, he had pulled off ripping off organized crime pretending to be a lawyer, so in that everyone has their weakness kind of way, the Italian Mafia had to lie and pump up his reputation and pretend he was an organised crime legend to distract people from being ripped off by him for the bribes. And that is how organized crime pump each other up and get that gossip thing going on to artificially inflate their own standing or importance. If they get ripped off, they pretend they don’t mind if the other party sounds like a legend in fictional gossip folklore. It gets ugly sometimes though, as people are aware.
The errand boy’s associates from Switzerland gradually took over the Italian Mafia saying he wasn’t a lawyer etcetera, over a long-term period of years, and everyone concedes Mafia means Switzerland now.
Of course, some also now say it is the “Gay Mafia” from Switzerland. I guess that’s what they get for pretending my Great-Grandpa Kaiser Adolf Hitler wasn’t Homosexual. Switzerland did steal his semen when he was in hospital in 1906 after all, which led to me, via my father Kevin Webb & my “mother”, via Joseph Stalin and via Janet (“Eva Braun”).
As for Italians, a lot of them don’t mind Mafia being quintessentially Switz’ now, there is less of them in Italy after all. Italians have some major weaknesses in some otherwise sensible legislation and regulations. They can also have their habitual failings. One, as everyone knows from abandoned lots of buildings the size of small towns, including entire small towns, is discriminating against people who are left property and other assets (by an Italian citizen) who do not have extended family that can be obviously immediately traced back to Italy itself, like me.
And they let money deposit into bank accounts there that are still in the name of a deceased person, if the beneficiary of the estate hasn’t received it yet. Absolutely outrageous.
You’ll have probably seen part German Italian citizens having punch-ups with each other in parliament and trying to cover up me being the topic of conversation at the time?
They can’t, they will, they won’t, they throw a few, they wrestle, they have a sit at a table, they try to get on with their lives, instead of contacting the beneficiary and handing it over. They pretend it is one of those “intellectual locks” they haven’t got the key for. They can’t tighten the laws and clean them up to make them more workable because it’s so useful to attract certain types to Italy, who in some cases want to take diplomatic asylum, and rarely have extended family in Italy. Those types can be clever, pull a crowd, make massive amounts of money and leave it all to someone in an estate in Italy.
That particular type does not include my Great-Grandpa Kaiser Adolf though, he was smarter than that.
There are small town sized abandoned lots of property in Italy all over the place. There has been for 100 to 150 years. People start rumours that if the beneficiary doesn’t get the estate, the buildings get auctioned off, after a small ad in a local paper only, and you can get lucky if word doesn’t get out and buy houses and other properties for as little as a few hundred Euros at an auction.
They don’t get auctioned, as everyone knows from the large number of abandoned towns. But, the rumours do pull in clever types looking for a fresh start in Italy and maybe diplomatic asylum, with no obvious extended family in Italy, could be the next abandoned town in the making….
Maybe they’ll keep doing that until the whole thing is abandoned.
Before you know it there are people at sports events in Italy saying “you say Corleone was a lawyer who was executor of this Prince Brian’s estate” to one team, and then saying to the other “and you say he wasn’t and it had nothing to do with him”, just so there is a clear demarcation if anyone scores. And then they say “he was such a hugely gossiped about con-man, if the team saying he was a lawyer scores (with the other team saying he wasn’t) we’ll be able to take one of these fake documents to the nearest authority office and steal the estate off Prince Brian. It’ll be first person with a fake document in the correct office wins”. And they sit in the crowd with the fake documents in their hands, or pretending they are, waiting to see if it scores.
Usually someone turns sideways on near the penalty box during a Soccer match, says “No Corleone was not a lawyer and it had nothing to do with him”, and tries to kick it sideways and away from the goal, and it hits a defender on the back saying “yes he was” and deflects in for a Goal. And they go “oh wow, magical. So magical maybe we could pull it off and steal it with crime magic”. I call it “Corleone loser month” in the Serie A. It’s that predictably regular.
I try to watch sometimes, but all I end up doing is trying not to go “NO, NOT AGAIN!”.
There are also large numbers of jobs as cleaners, maintenance types, gardeners. People who go in and clean or maintain properties part of estates that haven’t been given to the beneficiary yet for no reason. You can travel all over Italy, sporadically cleaning, doing maintenance, liming the outside of buildings, getting welcomed by the locals for food and drinks, like regular visitors, cleaning the abandoned properties “until the beneficiary gets contacted”. Those types, who let anyone in illegally whilst “cleaning or doing maintenance”, often get “designated as a regular visitor shag”. It’s like a working holiday.
My adorable Great-Grandpa Kaiser Adolf 1, under his diplomatic asylum name Wolfgang, was very thorough in his instructions for my Italian estate. He left specific instructions to contact me via my father Kevin Webb, and put money aside to send my dad to get us to Italy and back to inspect and sign off on collecting the estate.
He left written instructions. He told them to let the maximum 3 months leases people had signed with him run out if he died, and that they were to take their personal belongings and leave anything that didn’t belong to them behind. The instructions said that it could take a while for my father Kevin and myself to get there, so go in once every 6 months or so and clean until then, with specific instructions on what to do, leave everything untouched, just clean and launder.
So, that’s what they did between 1978 and 2019. The cooking equipment, plates, bowls, mugs, knives and forks etcetera he was using when he died are still hanging from the hooks in the kitchen, in the cupboards and drawers of his personal home, which looks like my hair and skin the day I was born (it’s more Red now, my hair).
The furniture is still there, the bedding and covers got laundered and put back regularly, around once every 6 months. There is supposed to be clothing, underwear, socks, in the drawers. Razors, towels etcetera still sitting there as they were in 1977. There are razors still in their packets in the bathroom. Nothing legally important, that was all taken care of by Kaiser Adolf (Wolfgang) himself before he died after he made the decision to leave both estates to me.
People have pilfered a few things to be sold off a what they incorrectly call “macabre auctions”, as if it’s hideously evil memorabilia or something. You know, underwear and socks, etcetera. I was left a HUGE music memorabilia collection by my Great-Grandpa. He collected it from his participation, touring and something to spend his song rights money on. They were having people pose with it a few times a year and putting it in local newspapers etcetera, and pretending for example that “it was their Grandpa in Adelaide’s collection” so they can run around afterwards saying “No. it’s Prince Brian Webb’s”.
A “for sports tactics are the new magic excuse crucifix” sort of attitude.
They have gone in with the cleaners quite a few times and filmed them wandering around during the after-cleaning inspections. Just so that people who are in the know can watch and see what my houses he left me look like inside on TV. Surprisingly enough TV didn’t get renamed “the fake Hitler world box”, like “Jumanji” or something. People who are basically insane will read that and gasp, whilst they think of their next plot, I’m sure.
They put them on lifestyle shows, like “move overseas or stay at home” real estate programs etcetera. I saw the one he was living in himself on TV on the lifestyle channel, which is in an entire town I own. As soon as I saw the front wall, I knew what it was, then the bathroom confirmed it. The instantly recognizable bath in the centre of the floor with good drainage and barber shop theme for the rest. They pretended a British couple was looking at buying it or staying in England. Something has changed in me since I saw that.
I could go on for literally days about this. Suffice to say that back in 1978, after he was buried and the mourning period was observed, they had a look at the Italian estate document. Then decided they did not have to contact me because he correctly put the word “Prince” before my name in the will, and they did not have written proof I am a Prince from Germany.
There is a 3 year time limit to pass on diplomatic asylum residents estates to the beneficiary or beneficiaries. They should have got it all done by the end of 1981, including criminal charges and shutting the law firm down. And even though they had proof I am a Prince with their copy of the Imperial Estate document in file from 1972, they didn’t.
The succession to me in Germany was started in October 2016, and the Italian authorities got more proof I am the Prince Imperial of Germany in the form of a notification letter.
When they did, they went through the motions of the procedure and have even laid criminal charges and scheduled the legal firm involved to be dissolved in March 2020. It was all try to get me to think they were actually going to finish it, to see if I ended up crying like an assaulted 6 year old at Christmas 2019 when nothing had arrived, as if I would have my hopes up of a trip to Italy for Christmas 2019, like what was supposed to happen.
I told them as I knew it had happened, that they had no choice really but to contact me legally. If they were waiting for a letter, then they got it. Not that I expected to actually get contacted or had any hopes at all.
I assumed they probably did it for something to constantly dribble on about in sports events (to distract people from what else they do wrong) and ramp up the illegal game-show, so people would start pretending to be more likely to win prizes for victimising me that had been on offer since the 80’s or 90’s, if I thought it would increase the likelihood of being contacted if I did things that made the jackpots go off.
They often pretend they have “increased likelihoods” of what was never going to happen happening to try to whip up lunatic frenzy enthusiasm for the perverted trash terrorism and corruption ring to feed itself with. Just see the Footy here for reference material for that.
Whilst they were waiting for the deadline date of pre-Christmas 2019 to arrive. They tried to ramp-up the tease-a-thon as if I had renewed enthusiasm and interest. That’s what they have been doing for over three decades though. If they do something official to crawl a few inches of the miles to go to finish it officially, they pretend I got a telegram within five minutes, without me getting anything. As if I have all the documents too. Without a single letter or conversation in my life about it yet, even thought everyone knows its me and follows me around in the street hoping to steal or win a prize.
People who it has nothing to do with get letters and official information, but I don’t. They think its just an illegal pervert’s chaos crime wave game show update for the people involved, trying to get people to try to win prizes. They become like an arms and corruption brochure afterwards for the sports cheating terrorism rorts, and all they want in the end is the brochure to look updated. Get more people in playing, begging for access to weapons or corrupt officials.
So they started paying delivery truck drivers to go past me every day to see if they could make me chase one, or overexcitedly pant and hysterically accost one to see if they had any documents for me. Even though I know it has to be hand delivered to me at my residential address here in Australia, by or via a QC or Lawyer, with the option of a police escort (and I have to be at home when they do it).
They even had a delivery truck park at one of the Bus stops I use regularly about 1.5 kilometres away, and when I went to the stop to catch the bus, they tried to make me go over to the driver and stick my head in the window and ask if he had anything for me, in an overexcited panting hysterical way. When that didn’t work, they tried to make me chase it as it drove off, literally, waving like I was trying to flag it down.
They also imported about 24 of the cars my Great-Grandpa left me in his Italian estate on a container vessel. They drove them around past me for a few months, with spectators standing by wherever I was likely to go to watch, to see if I cried with their mouths agape, and then shipped them back to Italy again. And all the while whilst they were doing it, pretended they were going to contact me.
I think they may have tried to make me think they were going to arrive with one as a surprise to “cheer me up” beforehand. As if I think if it ever actually happens, it’ll be a Helicopter or a limousine stopping in my street, Oprah to host, cameras, champagne, and then they finish it up by picturing giggling female prostitutes like “Game of Thrones” waiting for me in the car, bouncing their bare breasts up and down, beckoning me to join them.
If there was that sort of sexual context, I know what myself, Adolf, Wilhelm 2, and Fredereich 4 would have preferred, by the way.
I’m told Adolf used the Bus for a while in Italy. They must have pretended to be German officials about to ask him for a chat every day, as if he was about to be offered a trip back to Germany to resume being Kaiser and have his name rightfully cleared.
They say “and now go”, “gasp”, and pull faces trying to make their victims do an hysterically overexcited lunatic child impersonation, usually followed by an impersonation of what the baby would have done on the other side of the bars to Kaiser Adolf if he said “NO” to it, when it asked if he was “going to marry it’s mommy”. Dribbling sad walking away in a dry cleaned immaculate nappy thing.
Things have moved on, and the people who want to steal the rights to my songs Kaiser Adolf left me, particularly the sampler voice modulator types, are at me to get their hands on my rights.
One thing has changed since the 3 year diplomatic asylum procedure was started (3 years and 4 months ago when this was originally written), and that is that the Italian estate items are no longer in the name “The estate of deceased Italian Citizen Wolfgang Alfonse”.
They now say, “Property of: Sole Beneficiary Brian J Webb, Australia”, with my personal details attached, including the bank account, which has had tens of millions of dollars of royalties go in it since 1977. The name changeover was automatic when the 3-year legal period ended in 2019 (which should have been 1981).
So, the cleaners who put my properties in Italy on their “cleaning holiday (free food, drink, sex even, if you are friendly to the people trying to stop the beneficiary getting it)” itinerary can’t get in to go in to clean (or touch MY STUFF) without my express permission.
Sarcastically: As everyone has been “so keen” to contact me with something official in writing since 1978 (or 1981 if you like), with nothing sent to me at all, not even 1 letter, only things sent to terrorism satellite game show perverts, sports corruption terrorists and corrupt government official trash, plus regular communication about me to their many and varied terrorism and organized crime contacts, I guess they’ll never go in them again.
I’m told two record companies, one of which begins with an S, have tried to deposit money into the account in Verona (for me) under the name “Wolfgang”. Apparently, they have been told the deposits rejected because the name has changed to mine, and been given my details, and told I am the sole beneficiary of the estate since 1978, but have not collected it yet.
They want to know why the money went into a dead person’s account for 31 years or so. They got a moronic suggestion to sue for it back so I can’t have it, as if the money could be refunded to them. Not smart on that idiot’s part. It’s my money and they aren’t getting a refund, but the record companies can sue Italy and the bodies involved for compensation and damages, when I get my money.
There have been 3 arrests in the last few months of people trying to send a correctly worded letter written to me to the wrong address. Including 1 idiot who set a guy up in a rented house in Traralgon to try to get him to Italy pretending to be me by December 25, 2019.
He was still in Traralgon in February 2020, impersonating what the torture extortion plot (whore from ’44) baby would have been like in his opinion, waiting. It is now February 2020 (at the time I originally wrote this) and he hasn’t had a follow up this month because they needed my money & property in Italy to pay off their drug debts apparently, and they didn’t pay them.
He followed me home on the train on a laptop and has been seen on the internet pretending to be one of my younger triplet siblings, on a page for a TV show (that has won worst show on cable several times apparently). He has Brown braided hair with a Red & Gold bead in each braid. Thick Orange lips. Looks French/Arab. Is 5 Feet 7 Inches tall and has skin the colour of Soy Sauce mixed with a bit of milk. Has been wearing melted Toblerone coloured face make up.
He thinks his looks are a mesmerising panto-mime story, so, he doesn’t need to look like me. Ridiculous. Must be a fan of the history channel. Anything goes, TV should be called the “Hitler alternate reality box”, tele-vomit propaganda within extortion plans and you get anything you want game-show brat type.
And make no mistake, the fake life of Hitler pretend alternate reality is a game show, there are prizes. One of them isn’t my identity, or estates, officially.
He was supposed to come here to get his face on my driver’s license renewal in October 2019 but didn’t arrive until I already renewed it with my own photo. Doesn’t seem to bother him, though. He was seen having lunch at Café’s in Traralgon with an Italian secret service agent, apparently.
Still waiting wouldn’t be the correct way to describe what I am doing.
They started spraying Kaiser Adolf’s ineligible nephews stolen semen around in Italy and Europe at one point, there are around 1000 or so relatives from that, with descendants. But that is the “manufactured Italian extended family is ready for you if you let them steal it” thing.
They forgot something as well. My Great-Grandpa Kaiser Adolf’s mother, Princess Klara Hitler the Hohenzollern, the only Princess in my Imperial Family since 1871, had one Italian parent.
I’m told she could be traced back to Julius Caesar as well, who was naturally Albino by the way. That could have something to do with the lunatic Albino swappers. An “another Caesar prevention program” or something. If a new one like him were to be born, he’d have to let an opposite toned Albino steal the info for the speeches and stuff, in the name of psychotic homogeneousness, and death to the world unpopular people’s front anti evolution campaigns.
Her Italian background could be traced to the “spur” region, directly across the Adriatic from where Kaiser Adolf was held prisoner from 1943 until 1959, non-coincidentally.
Those loitering Beer Hall types (like chaos organizers, just hoping they cash in and get free food and drink) in Germany who knew what was going on said “well…... his mother was part Italian. Let’s just leave him there…. He’ll die eventually”.
Those types in Germany now wander the world impersonating what the whore from ’44 baby would have looked and behaved like. With an immaculately clean nappy on walking around in front of a chained up Kaiser Adolf the Prisoner of War walk (who hadn’t had a shower or change of clothes in years).
No matter what age they are. To see if losers do whatever they say, if those losers have assumed that is what the baby would have looked like, and the evil female from 1944 was robbed by the miscarriage.
If they get bored, they can start trying to stop people like me showering or washing our clothes, specifically for their “walking around in front of Kaiser Adolf the Prisoner of War with an immaculately clean nappy” walk.
By the way I am related to the real Benito Mussolini, who was born in my hometown of Yarragon in Gippsland, Australia before settling in Italy. He was the brother of my indigenous Great Grandfather Vincent Lingiarri (the senior).
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