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Chain-of-Command, and the Decommisioning of a Nation.


"I saw them; how eager they were to kill kids"



Of all the absurdities of this "New World Order", nothing hit home at just how subtle, how out-of-the-public's mind, murder can be when considering the operations of those that own the media PROGRAMMING, the prisons, the police, the courts, the media PROGRAMMING, the children's curriculum in all the schools from grade-school to University. Nothing could ever be compared to the sudden exposure of all the FBI, S.W.A.T., Provo Police, Detectives, Channel 2 & 5 News, of all the supplemental witnesses such as the nice Mormon couple that ran the Amenity Inn Motel in Provo Utah; still nothing could hold the murderers accountable.

Provo heard a lie via programming, and the rest of the world heard nothing, of two very dead kids.

Not even God could have saved those kids for the onslaught that was to befall them while they slept.

The tv stations that interviewed me when I walked from the on-site laundromat televised me saying :

"....and all I heard was bam, bam, bam...."

This shocked me.   For some indoctrinated reason it was somehow presumed that the reporters would be eager to share my 20 or 30 minutes of interview with the rest of the world.  Instead, the only words worthy of being newsworthy apparently are a redundant "bam" in bam, bam, bam.

I don't recall if they even put a face with those televised words.  Through Corporate Programming I was instantly converted from a witness to a crime, to a nameless, faceless person that only heard "bam, bam, bam".

They left out the part where I stated there was not due process of the law as they blasted those kids to death with a barrage of bullets.

They failed to report any need for a fair trial, before the executions of a young boy and girl.

They failed to mention the fact that I had related to them of the lack of announcement from the police.  There were no "Freeze Police!", there were no "Come out with your hands up!",  there was no humane method exercised by grown men to announce what was about to murder them.   Grown men could not conceive a better means to get the kids out of the only door to room 212 of the Amenity Motel.

The media failed to mention that I stated that the actions of the armed men put the rest of the public at risk, and that the humane thing would have been to get the rest of us citizens out of the motel for our safety.

Instead, the "officer friendlies" used a grenade (the media referred to this in a one-liner as a "flash-bang device".  As if we couldn't possibly be any more dumbed-down.  We should be so lucky that the media didn't call it a "goo-goo, gah-gah"...."flash-bang"...phhhttt).

Instantly after the first loud bang from the grenade came down the door, then a barrage of bullets to ensure that the boy and girl were dead where they slept.

I had never heard a blast that loud before.  After composing myself, putting on shoes, I stepped out into the outside as pieces of the ceiling were flaking down to my room and bed.

An agent spotted me!  He was possibly FBI, not police, and not swat.  Dressed in a black suit and suddenly activated as if by a switch, pointing to me as he walked aggressively in my direction shouting "GET BACK! GET BACK IN THERE! GET BACK AGAINST THE WALL NOW!.  He had me inside the room and I was pretty much with my back against the left wall toward the head of the bed.  He briskly walked past looking pumped up on the devil and demanded to know who else was with me in there.  But by the time I answered, he was already knowing the answer as he did a quick look-see into the bathroom and the tiny coat area, and was heading back toward me barking the order that I was to stay in the room and not come out.

However, that order seemed a bit vague to me as there was not the attached timeframe. I had a new job to go to in the morning.  So when the coast was clear of that particular agent, came I out with a load of laundry, exiting left to the small laundry area in the inner-corner of the motel that was shaped like an "L".

At one point I realized it was going to be a long night, and that I probably was not going to get much sleep.

The motel was either out of detergent or I hadn't the correct change so I began to pass through the parking lot toward the road where the media were held back, their trucks and antennas and cameras and microphones moving back and forth.


*It is noticed this date, April 4, 2018, that all reports of the murdered kids was completely removed from the internet.  This date I see there's not hardly any indication of anything that happened there.  This is par for the course with this type of rule.  I tried searching Google with search terms such as: "amenity inn 212 Utah flash" and, "amenity inn 212 Utah murder" and, "amenity inn Provo Utah murder two".

Then one result promised a synopsis that the killers were cleared of the shooting deaths.  I found the link using search terms in google: "amenity inn Provo swat FBI".   I see that the myriad of comments were also removed concerning the murders.  

Before reading their "news" PROGRAMMING,

ask yourself:

When was the last time you heard of S.W.A.T. serving a warrant against a guy who simply made a verbal threat (nothing physical) to a woman that had blocked him into a parking space because she was inconsiderately parked, causing him initial harm?

The story has changed a few times with the media PROGRAMMING.....conveniently the versions have been removed from the internet (and our mental consideration).  As for their claim that he was a white supremacist, they could have stated he was anything under the sun (such as Black Panthers, Zionists, Taliban, Martian), but somehow to be in that particular group warrants capital murder without a trial.  Meanwhile the plutocrats that create these atrocities are never questioned as they send your kids to other people's countries to murder millions, rah rah wave the flag and then consider I'm the "retard" and you're "normal".

I have my reservations about the sanity of our population having been exposed to bad PROGRAMMING.

So in reference to the dead kids, in just a few short years after the happening, here's all I found:

Cleared (with lies),

  and this,

After swat break door down unannounced laying down a fluffy pillow of bullets and utilizing a grenade against U.S. Citizens, authorities claim biswell was of soundness of mind to awaken in miliseconds and locate a gun (or was it a television remote, or cell phone, aw hell it was dark in there, let's call it a gun!) to defend himself against the unverifiable, unanounced, unknown aggressors / attackers.*somewhat paraphrased

Again, since when does it become necessary (let alone legal) for S.W.A.T. and the F.B.I. to serve a warrant for a threat made by a martian, a whale,  or a "white supremacist"?  Our programming heard one man's title and all cognitive assessments and responses are turned off as if with a light switch (Did I mention programming is not just for computers?).    Out of sight, out of mind.  The corporate media PROGRAMMING even had the audacity to claim that one of the kids didn't die until reaching the hospital.  I can't even imagine which piece they found still alive in there.

If there's a prayer that the state-sponsored terrorists ought to be praying, it's that there is no God.

A few ways to get a couple of kids to come out of that motel room peacefully.

1.) Gas him out using the only air-conditioner under the only window next to the only door of the room with a non-lethal dose of sleeping agent.

2.) Knock on the door to announce to the occupant that he is wanted and find out if he's willing to come out peacefully (and to send out any other bodies that might have nothing to do with the warrant being "served".

3.) Wait him out.  He's got to get hungry sometime.  Feed him that crap about how the tax money go toward the inmate's "well rounded nutrious meals".  (Tell him there's an extra bologna sandwich in it if he comes out peacefully).  God forbid if the agents should save a bullet and a grenade from our already negative monetary worth (i.e.

4.) Ascertain if whether or not his mother, his sister, his brother, his grandmother, his father, etc. would kindly come down to call the boy out.

I could possibly go on about all the humane ways to get a boy out of a of the options available in my mind would NOT be to throw a grenade through the window and lay down a barrage of bullets....that's just common sense.  If another man can tell you to kill a kid, what kind of ethical-deficient creature does that make you?  Was it for the $30.00 dollars you are paid per hour?

Consider that if this type of "justice" is legal, then Hitler's Army too, are innocent.  They also were just "doing their jobs".  Why should murdering two of our OWN be lesser than what Hitler's Armies did to the rest of the non-German world's children?

While passing through the parking lot I passed by an officer, I believe he was S.W.A.T.  I inquired as to what was going on.  He stated he knew as much as I did, but that the guy up there did something really bad and that they were not aware that a girl was in the room with the man.  I went on to another agent and inquired the same question, and he told me they had the place staked out for three days, and that I should keep moving.

By the time I stepped foot on the sidewalk I was confronted with the media.

Later, after many of the agents were clearing out of the parking lot,  I contemplated that earlier I inadvertently told my bipolar girlfriend over the phone which room I was in. I mistakenly told her room 212. The conversation was only a few hours before the kids were murdered in 212.  The actual room I was in was 112.  At the time when I was speaking over the phone with her, I heard voices in the background and remembered my perplexity to whatever was distracting her attention from speaking with me. Weeks later, my ex-girlfriend and I spoke again.  She told me it was the FBI that was in her home coaching her, and that they were inquiring of my whereabouts (*when in fact, a few days earlier, I was released from their somewhat local jail only a few miles away.  Read on please, I was guilty of nothing).

The other witness expressed to me in the laundromat after the bulk of the commotion had quieted (still with more officers than one might imagine needful for two kids, my estimate is more than 30 officials were complicitly running around there),   stating that she did not want to get involved and something about her children being with her, she also failed to show up at the police station's press conference the following day.  After the lady and I exchanged details concerning the state-sponsored murders, she went back to her room which was the room to the immediate-right of the laundromat. A day or two later was scheduled to be a "Press Conference" that was to be held at the Provo Police Department.  I was denied access to the Press Conference which was held at their police station not far from the motel. I was the only witness other than a lady who was also staying at the motel.  

After I was denied access to the press conference, I stepped back out onto the sidewalk and debated if I too should just walk away, forget about it and not get involved.  I reasoned with myself that they were not my kids, however I blame religion for stopping the incoming reporters.  Since the initial "news" reports were incorrect pertaining to the details, one by one I confronted the reporters that were beginning to arrive.  

It was all the same with the reporters though, "I'm sorry, I've got a job to do and need to get in the station now, we're having a press conference".

Other reporters stopped and listened to me momentarily, but apparently I'm not the greatest public speaker, and I imagine their bosses stated to report on the conference only, so they would be in dereliction of their "jobs" even if it were to gain an authentic version of the murders.

The reason I felt compelled to go to the Press Conference was due to a conversation I had the next morning after the bloody night.  Going into the front desk to pay the room rate,  the lady behind the front desk of the Amenity Motel and I spoke about the murders the night before.  The kind blondie Mormon lady and her husband were the caretakers at the motel (or whatever they're job title is called), but she spoke alone with me somewhat candidly.  We began to discuss what happened the night before in more detail.  The woman behind the desk became visibly disconcerted when I related to her that one of the agents had told me that the motel had been staked out for three days.  I went on to state that the agent said it was to catch the man up there, but were somehow not aware of the young girl in room 212. 

The woman became startled behind the desk, stopped me and stated, "that's impossible",   she pointed toward what I'm assuming was her log-in book stating, "The girl is who rented the room and it was her that came down to pay the daily rent".  She went on to state that her and her husband were not even aware that a man was up there since it was rented as a single-occupancy room.

I left her presence and slowly walked back to my room noticing the state-sponsored smashed out window, the missing door, the caution tape, some holes from shots fired, the mess was evidence of programming the extreme unlawful actions that hired men were able to take to "ensure the safety of the police" (against two sleeping kids).

Then while sitting on my bed, I began to realize something, for months I was made known by others all over the country that the government were looking for me.  I had been told from numerous states that the FBI was looking for me and now here they were, right out in the parking lot just the night before.  I began to recollect also, placing it into context that I had inadvertently told my girlfriend I was in the room directly above me, the room without a window, the room that surely had splattered blood over every wall and piece of furniture.

In fear, I left to a country park to pitch a tent and considered what to do next. It was while living in that tent, eating creative meals with dry cat food because I was too broke for people food, it was then that I called my ex-girlfriend for more details about her encounters with the FBI.  I heard more than I was ready to hear.

Also, while at the park, the on-site parks-man, found out I had masonry experience.  He and I had struck an agreement that if I installed a couple of masonry wing-walls outside of the restrooms which were not far from his camper, that he'd let me stay in the Park beyond the "lawful" limit, of which I was already beyond.

He remained to watch and help with the unloading of the concrete block and mortar from his truck until he felt comfortable that I knew what I was doing.

While working together though, we spoke.  I told him I had recently been released from jail, and of the outrageous reason I was placed in their jail in the first place.  I told him I was held in jail for months but the facts are that I hadn't done ANYTHING wrong aside from wanting to be left alone and not bothered anymore by the police. 

The groundsman inquired more, and I told him.  I told him how Tamara, my ex-girlfriend, had pulled a gun and pointed it at me.  I told him where it happened, directly in front of the door of a  "7-11" convenience store on such-and-such street.   I told him of how I was incredulous at her sudden explosive demeanor,  how I walked toward her grabbing her by the arms and shoulders and how I shook her into her senses.  (Tamara is Bipolar.  Bipolar people aren't totally bad....just not always predictable, even when medicated, in my opinion).

I told the groundsman how I was just glad that she hadn't pulled the trigger (even if it was just a BB gun), and how quickly the situation had been quelled over whether or not I slept with someone other than her (when in fact, She and I had only known each other for a few months...maybe a year in all). 

Suffice to say, Tamara became calmed down and we began to hear the sirens getting closer.  I'm not certain that it was out of caring for my freedom that she told me to run, she knew about the FBI before the later incident of the Amenity Inn murders which folowed after my release from jail from this very incident. But when she said run, with a look that I knew was my last, I ran.

Weeks or months prior to the murders, Tamara and I had under happier moments, rented from the same Amenity Inn Motel.  I was still growing in my hair that she had helped me to shave.  At one point a relative had told me the FBI came to their home and startled them as they inquired about me. Somewhat angry because I knew I couldn't possibly have done anything that warranted being searched the country-over, so it was then that I ordered every solitary hair in every conceivably place of my body, including eyebrows and arse-hairs, which were shaved by myself and Tamara and packed into a large manila envelope addressed to the FBI.

  It was presumed that once they see my DNA they'd leave me and my family alone.  **There's actually MUCH MUCH more to this, it involves several states, two lie detector tests at the FBI office in Utah, a meeting with another couple of FBI agents in a county facility in Kentucky, and even a secret service agent (no kidding, if you don't believe me, ask the lady public defender that defended me at Horse Cave, Kentucky, the case is public domain).

But even though I was all the way in Utah, I was still hearing of the exploits of the FBI and police as they questioned my friends in Atlanta Georgia asking if I were capable of murder.  One person was asked if I were capable of an assassination. I was still hearing of the lies the police and FBI were telling other acquaintances I had in Dallas Texas of how I may have killed a child (!!! This is the audacity of the programmed ones).  While in Provo Utah, the first of two meetings with the FBI, initiated by my having called in to inquire about a cease-fire against my person,  an Agent agreed to pick me up the following day.   I was escorted into a brick building of an office parking lot full of similar other brick buildings.  Taken into a large room with a larger than common table and some seats only, it was obvious that the large mirror in the wall served as a one-way window.   I was introduced to a man from the east coast.  The man had flown in from Washington, DC.  When he insinuated that I was being questioned about a possible murder, that suddenly had me rising out of my chair as I shouted back to him that the only murderers in the room was them!  

The DC agent left and the room was reduced to only myself and the guy that asked myriads of questions.  I'm certain I passed his inquiries just fine, however they asked for me to take a lie detector test and I consented.  Probes were put on my fingertips and I think something else was placed on me somewhere (can't remember exactly, possibly over the heart).  Of course I answered every question as honestly as I was able.  Some of the questions I could not possibly answer without stating more words than just the "yes" or "no" that was repeatedly demanded of me.

The next day I attended another meeting with the FBI, and this time I was given some liquid that may have made me very giddy.   I remember giggling, it was kind of bizarre actually, my spirits were at an all-time high (no pun expected).  Again, they gave me another lie-detector test.  They asked all sorts of questions, and many of them were repeated questions from the day before.  I was reminded several times that I could only answer "yes" or "no" to the questions.   The interviewer on the second day was the only one in the room throughout the whole visit, I knew there were others behind the large glass/mirror because at one point I answered a question inappropriately and I could hear the sounds behind the large mirrored wall.  I'm assuming it was laughter and a slap against the table, but just in case, I apologized to the man asking the questions (realizing that my giddy state might not be appropriate).

The history of this started sometime ago, but in relation to the aggressive visits FBI made to friends and family,  they visited my sister's home in NY at the time, inquiring about my whereabouts.

They questioned my mother who was a resident of Ohio at the time, stating lies to her to convince her to give my location up (she didn't know though.  In fact, I wasn't running from anything in particular.  I simply was travelling trying to find myself!).

They went to my father's in Florida and planted bad seed.

They even bothered a man whom I barely knew, a resident of a hole-in-the-wall town called Castor, LA.

They bothered people in Texas, NY, GA, FL, UT, LA, and there were probably other states, too.

I was being tracked, terrorized, defamed, and the only thing I could conceive doing at the time was to stay far away from anybody I might love.

In retrospect, I can't think of much good that came out of living in Utah really, aside from the culmination of the second meeting with the FBI.  It was there I learned who I was, what I was.

I'm very appreciative of that FBI for helping me to understand something that any normal person would probably have picked up on.  The information has put closure on so many of my past ill-experiences.

On my scale, the FBI may have done more good than bad to me.  Truth be told, it was the statement of one of the agents that made me really think about something.  See, I had all my life been told I was crazy, slow, an idiot, and worse.   I never really understood why I was unable to keep a friend of any sort.  Having to hear all the derogatory comments against me all my life, even from friends and family,  one might think I would have figured it out all by myself.  But in all honesty, I thought the rest of everybody I met were crazy.  I thought I was "normal".

When the agent laid it on the line with not so many bedside words, it was later that the missing piece of the puzzle put closure on everything up to that point.
At first I may have cried.  The realization that I went through this entire life not knowing I was "different", led me to maybe at first become angry and incredulous.  But after reflecting on past incidents, that remained in the un-solved area of my mind for so long, it all began to make sense.  I was retarded.   I remembered the various meetings with evaluators and a couple of psychotherapists, I remember being transferred to a "satellite" school.  I remember my mother crying and not wanting me to go see the therapists anymore.  I remember she didn't want me on their proscribed drugs.
The family members told me, but I thought they were being mean in retaliation due to my having been insubordinate.   

The agents told me other stuff, too.  They told me my grandmother was a Gambino, I didn't know this.  The agent stated it as if I am somehow predestined to some egregious acts.  The Agent stated that I had a name in their Department, I was the "Enigma".  Honestly, I did not even know that enigma was anything more than a music band.

They asked me other things, lots and lots of things.  They asked me if I knew people by names I was not familiar with, and only much later having come to know at least one of the persons that was named.  A political activist.

Anyway, back to the 7-11 story:  My girlfriend told me to run and I ran but was too tired to outrun the gun-toters, a.k.a.. officer friendlies.  They threw me down and beat me, and after damaging my shoulder which is damaged even to this very day, I was jailed.

This is how I came to be in the Utah jail for disorderly conduct (or some other frivolous FALSE catch-all epithet).

I sat in that jail while Tamara came to visit with lesser and lesser frequency as the months passed.  It was quite a distance for her to drive, but in her letters she related to me all her efforts to right the wrong that the justus system was doing by holding me for no lawful good reason.   Even after I presented to the jail a copy of her full written admission, the so-called justice system would not let me go until I pleaded guilty to a lower "crimeā€¯.

It's true, there were no warrants during the time the FBI were scouring the country. I know this because of all the times I was stopped or confronted by the police throughout various states, they would invariably take my i.d. and liberty,  and would eventually release me.  One time I was stripped naked right in the road (Atlanta, Ga.), and another time I was pulled over, dogs were brought in, the car was vandalized and never ran well after that particular visit.  They pulled down the ceiling of the car, they put up the hood and pulled wires and tubes free from their expected locations.  In fact, just prior to the murders I and Miss Bipolar were on our way to Alaska via Jeep with only a few bags containing clothes and what-not.  While at the Canadian border we were detained, separated, and questioned.   I am embarrased to say, the questions I found out later that they asked Tamara were directed to whether or not I had her in tow without her consent.  It was bizarre actually how we were denied to pass through Canada but went through the American checkpoint just fine.  They went through the jeep and all of the belongings (not too badly though, mostly the jeep was out of our view so there's no way to really know to what extent the personal property was searched).   Then a real shocker came back....Tamara was not a legal citizen!  Well, that was news to me but okay, we turned free and returned toward Utah somewhat silent, and puzzled with each of us wondering about the goodness of the other.

So after I was jailed for doing nothing of any community-dis-service, it became apparent that the persecutors were not going to let me out anytime soon.   I began to strike back.   Once again, I knew that everything I owned was going to be gone before I got out of their cages.   So I gave up trying to get myself out of jail, and instead devoted my cage'd time by studying.   What is the ultimate underlying motive in these jails, laws, and prisons?  Money.

And by the time I was released from that jail, it was probably with the sighs of the jail employees and upper controllers.  I was beginning to cost them as opposed to profit. By the time I left there, not only were there many more inmates requesting to go with me to the law library to study, which required more officers to escort all of us onto a bus down to the City Law Library at the Court/Attorney Den, the cost of doing so seemed to coincide with the success of  my motions to the court and D.O.C. (Department of "corrections") which forced the illegal jail to break ground for the construction of a LAWFUL legal library to be built for the inmates to further a semblance of a "fair defense".  amen.

Understand something, there are no paid attorneys for the bulk of those held in the cages of jail. If those in jail HAD money for a paid attorney, they would have probably preferred to bail themselves out of jail in the first place. So in effect, the controlled test-population is comprised of the expendable poor, as they are forced in a predetermined corner to either "represent" himself, or trust that another man whom might meet with the inmate all of  20 minutes the day of trial.

  The studies revealed that with judicial nomenclature, the victimized are left clueless in their defense.  Judicial nomenclature uses many common words that are known to the average man, however the judicial crew take the common words and give new definitions; an amazing perversion of our common, otherwise colloquial words, that only the judicial system uses against the common man. 

*I need to take a break.  I will resume this some other time.


In another State (and time), a guard ordered some scared retard (like me but I'm not necessarily easily scared....conditioned is a better word for me)....anyway the guard ordered him out of the infirmary cell.  We were in the area where it's referred to as "INTAKE".   We are told the testing is to make sure us humans don't possess any invisible diseases which would hinder our being safely dispersed into the general prisoner population.

Anyway the retard across from me was crying and balled up on the small metal "bed" that jutted out from the rear of his cell and was such a young small guy, it was hard not to feel sorry for his situation, as I wondered if he were not making a mistake by failing to obey the commands of the belligerent officer.

I was across the hall from the retard and about 16 or 20 feet from his cell, I knew what was going to happen all right. The guard didn't seem to care that he was mentally challenged. After shouting at the kid profusely, he left the sobbing kid to only re-emerge later in a full-padded, almost armored-looking, black suit, gloves, high boots, shielded helmet, and not just him alone either!

Men arrived, literally marching in step, single file.  I can't remember if it were the left, or right hand, that each man had placed on the shoulder of the man in front of him as they marched with a rhythmic purposeful stomp. It was bizarre as the lead guard held the clear 3 foot shield in front of him.... all those men for one little stripped and unarmed kid.

When I tell you they beat the hell out of him, it really doesn't do the kid too much justice, so let me elaborate:

They beat and tazered this kid so hard and so many times that they completely disemboweled the kid right there on the infirmary's cell block floor. With the kid's guts hanging out and the guards unable to hide it from the two nurses, they began to play that typical "stop resisting" chorus.  One of the nurses gave up and walked away stating " I can't watch this anymore " and left holding her hand over her mouth.

I'm relatively certain the kid didn't live.  You will obey.

Later, when I made it into "population",  I learned of the particular guard that orchestrated the hit. He wasn't a common jailer, he was something like a Corporal or Sergent...something with a higher title. One day he was passing through overseeing the trustees as they gave the inmates meals through a dog-slot.  I tried to find out if the kid lived. The killer answered curtly,  "What's it to you?" as he walked up to my cell closer.  "What? Do you know him or something? Mind your own f$#@! business or it could happen to you, got it?!"


Is this normal?

At "concepts 21" in Georgia my apartment roof and ceiling fell in.

In Dallas Texas my room was the only room of an apartment building that had the roof fall through.

In Florida, the roof and ceiling fell in, F.E.M.A. and family luckily helped me out of that one.

In Ohio, at the Crow Residence, the ceiling fell (numerous times).

Which is why I feel compelled to now ask the question:

Is it normal to have this many ceilings fall in on one person?

New York

I witnessed a murder in New York.  But when I attempted to relate to the police and detectives that arrived on scene as to exactly what had occurred, I was accosted, handled roughly and slammed against a parked car in front of a bar of onlookers that later nobody dared to give me their name or number to be a witness.  They charged and jailed me using that catch-all window, I believe it was again "Disorderly conduct".  I filed with Internal Affairs and sat being recorded in front of a bunch of puppets.  Of course, months later, the case was summarily dismissed.  It's what they do.  It's for the show.

In all, I'd say there's a half dozen more murders I can relate without even thinking too hard.  I tend to stay forward-thinking rather than spend too much time recollecting the past.  It never leads to good feelings.

Tick Tock.
(forget about the rampant debt, ask what happened to our nations surplus!)

One time I was taken at gunpoint while driving through Kentucky.  I think the charge was due to a problem with the license plate of the vehicle I was traveling in.  They took me to the Horse Cave Jail where there seemed to be some sort of excessive caution around me.
They put me into an isolated cell that had a see-through toilet and no cot.   While there I was visited by an attorney who I promptly fired in court when all I could hear out of his mouth was to plead guilty to something I hadn't even done.  The court gave me another attorney and although I didn't think much of her because of past experiences with the "public defenders", I will say this:  When I was escorted to meet with a secret service agent in a side cell opposite of the wall of my cell, he told me he could make my life hard for me as he asked odd questions such as about my sentiments in reference to Bill Clinton and the extramarital affair and how I felt about it.   The meeting was without my public defender's presence and it was through her and one of the officers that I learned that due to his capacity and title, he didn't even have to sign-in to enter the jail.

But as for that lady attorney, I'll never forget when I just KNEW that this lady was suddenly angered alive and truly a public defender!   Suddenly she not only was convincingly in my defense, but after my head was cracked open and I was returned from the outside hospital all stitched up, she surprised me with her quickness in the courts too.

The Court gave me an ultimatum, sign a document that I'd never come through Kentucky ever again or I'll do Five years in their prison.


Of all the operations that seem to falter with our present form of Government, I thought it necessary to give a big thanks to the USPS.  The United States Postal Service brought all of us our holiday cards, the agents brought us letters from our mothers, our sisters.  Other than a few minor issues during our lifetime having dealt with the dumptrucks of mail we receive in our lifetimes, we really can't say anything bad about what these guys are entrusted with.  We have full faith that when we mail a letter or package, that it is more than likely going to get there.  This agency, in my opinion, is perhaps the only part of Government that truly works seamlessly.

So I was thinking, since our Nation doesn't produce much in the way of good products anymore, perhaps our nation ought to convert its resources to becoming the mailmen of the world.  Seriously, why not?  We DO do mail well here in my opinion.  Let's build on what we do best and skim off the rest to pay off this ridiculous debt we're found in:
Just a thought.

I literally walked out of Kentucky before the FBI agents were able to meet with me the second time in that jail.  The first time, the two FBI agents came to the table in the cell just directly before where the secret service agent met with me. 
I was told to have a seat where they asked me questions of whether or not I had ever owned a van (I think it was white) between some number of years.  They showed me a picture of the suspect they presumed was me.  When I saw the picture, I honestly wondered if it could be me.  Involuntarily I did something that surprised them (and me in retrospect), I slowly rose from the table with the photo in hand and walked away leaving the two agents to look at each-other as I walked to the bathroom in the holding cell (which had a door and walls all around it with the exception of the one wall which was see-through).   Inside, I looked at me in the polished metal mirror.  I looked at the photo.  I looked back at me, and then I held the photo up to the mirror with my face side-by-side the photo when suddenly it hit me.
I re-emerged exclaiming,


Some how these FBI guys were led to believe I was some sort of a Timothy McVeigh or some other sort of killer.  Or maybe they were just planning their next patsy.  They brought up the name of a woman in Tennessee who owned the Owl's Roost RV Campground, and asked questions about involvement in criminal activities I wasn't privy of.   I was clueless as to what could make them so interested in me, surely I wasn't that huge of a problem on the planet.   Of the period they were inquiring about, I related to them that at one point a Tennessee Sheriff had tried to convince a park friend to sell Pot to me,  but I did not perform well (I didn't buy it, nor was I the person that proposed any such transaction.  Apparently the entire action was brought to you by the "good guys").  I went on to state how I wrote a politely flaming letter to the sheriff that orchestrated the aggressive attempt against me (for no reason that I am aware of).  I told of another incident when later an officer "conducted a traffic stop" of my dump truck, and forced myself and the worker passenger out of the vehicle, where the officer  brought up the issue of the letter, and that it had been placed on the police station's bulletin board; he stated that the officers found it humorous.  I could detail more of what happened during that unlawful stop of my traveling vessel, but can think of no good reason to do so at this point in time.  Needless to say I was eventually released, late for a job, but without any "ticket".

So anyway, back to the Kentucky Jail issue, after having answered more questions, one of the agents expressed that they didn't think the man they were looking for was me, but inquired as to whether or not I would be willing to provide hair samples.  I replied "of course I will".   That day never came though.  I was already released from the confines of the jail and now walking with blisters on my feet, step-by-step I walked clean out of the state of Kentucky, a common-wealth state that didn't want my type there (whatever that type was).


  Will return to write more later.   Keywords: Burned alive.

Darker Note

Does the following kind of stuff ever happen to you?
Here's some recent examples of the seemingly paranormal (to me anyway).

1.) Freeze!  Don't move!    

Listen Recorded Call;

The video may not be permitted to play on the internet, go figure.  So here are the alternative solutions for the ears to hear and the mind to contemplate (as opposed to being squelched).  Click whatever format works with your computer's operating system:
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2.) Freeze, Don't travel!     More Information

 Passport Denied!

What You Say,  I have a wife, and kids too?

This is M Y  Wife??


THAT CAN'T POSSIBLY BE, I've never been married in my life!

Passport Agency - You are not free to travel even if you don't have a wife and kids.

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3.)  Freeze, We're robbing your mother!

Clark County - You are not free to present evidence in a Court of "law" - Their own Court Record, although not as thorough as our record (such as non-redacted exhibits) , even their record speaks for itself=Court Record

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Your mom is next!

4.) Freeze we're robbing your privacy!     

 The following is a subject that affects us all, you'll have to figure this one out on your own though.   I can not tell you what I may have found, but I can tell you how I came to be in the situation.

Spectrum, a.k.a. Time Warner, a.k.a. Charter Group (or whatever monopoly is morphing into calling themselves this year) were recorded in conversations by me.  One of the 6 recorded conversations with three different agents, first admitted to the crime, then later shifted the blame to another entity called Arris, then when caught in their own lies, denied any involvement whatsoever.

This is about Spectrum Internet Provider, and the "legal" hacking / bricking/destroying/altering of personal property, a Motorola Modem.

Sounds frivolous on face-value, right?  Well actually, there could be more to this than meets the eye.

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*Monopoly left without a penny from me thanks to the Ohio Attorney General.  This issue will be left up to the next person to do something about it (my plate is full).
Is there something of National concern pertaining to this issue?  I SHOULD SAY SO!  (but it's not my battle)

5.)  Freeze, we're not done violating you!   

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6.)  Freeze, we're watching you!

  Holy crap, I'm on 7 Blacklists now!?  Are you kidding me?!

Monopoly is free to illegally blacklist citizens

Judicial proceedings and determinations not necessary,  monopoly IS the judiciary in INCORPORATED AMERICA in 2018

7.)  Freeze!

Monopolies, enjoying freedom just fine (the rest of us are at their whims).

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7.)  Freeze,  We're altering your perception of consumption!

Another monopoly free to break agreements,  the laws,  and damage personal property, without recourse!

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Did you know that "We" made a law that prohibits us from growing more than a certain amount of tobacco?
Why do you suppose that might be?

When monopoly control dictate or influence our Nation's laws, the myopic quick-grab for sole proprietorship of the tobacco industry results in the destruction of a once-vibrant U.S. marketplace.
For Instance,
During my generation, children were fed PROGRAMMING geared toward making children to want to smoke.  And as the futures of the next cash-crop generation grew, they learned that to quit crack would be easier.
The programming I will always remember even into dementia (or whatever direction I happen to melt away in) is that of Barney Rubble and Fred Flinstone behind a rock house smoking the smooth Winston.  Sexy Betty and Wilma also demanded to enjoy the cigarette.  The next generation above me was programmed with a grown-up version of PROGRAMMING that pushed cigarettes.  Even parents were fooled when they were told that 9 out of 10 doctors smoked, and preferred this cigarette or that cigarette.  They even had programming that depicted a panel of "scientists",  each with a cigarette in hand, while another "scientist" in a white suit was checking the oil lighter to keep all those scientists with plenty of lit cigarettes.

I wonder what 2018's cash-crop might be fed in their programming?

Imagine if I sold something to your kid that you found out was going to kill him or her this year or the next?
It would be a different story, you'd be out for blood.
But in reality, "We" just wouldn't do that to each other.  We don't (not even on their media do we do this to each other).  Only one group would do this on a mass scale.
"We" made a law that prohibits us citizens from growing more than a certain amount of tobacco?

8.) Neo-corpo-polity Two lies in one letter so the letter is null and void is free to lie and extort.
* To be clear, I challenge the Court to show the community how they sent more than this solitary "final" notice to me.  It is a blatant lie.  This "final notice" received by me this April of 2018, is the ONLY notice I've received from the Court.  
As for the unjustified claim for money, when the court failed to abide by the law, as my appeal to the appellate was submitted to the appellate at pre-trial of a lower court judge's decision to deny video evidence: mp4   mov 
avi   wmv   flv   dvd , written evidence including rental receipts that would show the court that they were allowing a fictitious lease which was allowed and entered into the Court Record to be used against an innocent party that wasn't even the tenant during the time in which damages occurred at the property, for starters.

Instead the wasteful Appellate simply ignored the 60(b) motion and the lower court rushed right on to trial ushering an elderly innocent person through the trial unrepresented.
If the Appellate was rightfully due the money they demand, then how is it that not only did the appellate fail it's claim to legal authority to operate the business of overseeing a 60(b) motion prior to a Trial, but also after not stopping the lower court's unjust denial of evidence until a determination was made by the Appellate,  rather the Appellate would bother to return a mock decision until 5 MONTHS after the "legal" Trial concluded.  Was it that difficult to determine whether ANY of the myriad of evidences ought to be allowed in a Court of Law?  If the Court no longer serves the interest of the People, then how can we continue to finance this waste?
Antagonistically, the failure of the appellate to not move on the 60(b) appeal until FIVE MONTHS AFTER THE TRIAL WHICH WAS MANY MONTHS AFTER the appeal was submitted to them, went on to finally agree that a Florida-domiciled woman (my mother) that was tricked by the political corporate judiciary's co-agent (the paid attorney that took the money to represent her and after a backroom meeting with the judge and opposing attorney emerged to inform her that she was magically without an attorney and without her money that he retained), out to be liable for being the "cause" for "damages" to a property in Clark County Ohio.  More can be read on the court's own Court Record.  Or you can read the facts free of redacted evidences on My site.
As for the claim for money they say I owe them.  It's contained on their tagcpm website that clearly shows my claim to indigence, and acceptance as seen on their own court record.

In summation, the letter is bogus as to my owing them money (for no service; just dis-service).
I should rather choose to be taken hostage, and remanded to their jails and prisons for refusal to pay the extortion, than to find a means to finance bad business.  By doing so, could aid their next target in your or my family.  amen.

9.) Monopolies are not even liable for their own actions....

The new perversion to our evolutionary process is that we, the public, are liable for their actions.

This happens often, let's take ebay for example, wouldn't this constitute a corporate scam?)

The following is the level of our present system as it "devours itself" in myopia.

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Notice that all during the video are shown men and women stating "they need to give the money back and remove that law".   Interestingly, not one soul uttered the fact that those that made that law have violated the greater law, the Constitution of the United States, and ought to be incarcerated with their properties seized to pay off this ridiculous debt they've created:

So if they violated the law of the land, how is it they still walk freely?  Where is our Nation's Military who also took vows to uphold the Constitution?  Oh yeah, conveniently displaced over in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Libya, Kuwait, ad nauseaum and infinitum umpteen years after "Mission Accomplished"  (and now we are in a never-ending war with the rest of the world).
Notice the plutocrats have referred to this "law" as Civil Asset Forfeiture which is to imply that the civilians forfeited their assets (as opposed to being robbed of their property and are precariously not safe).   We see this quite often with this form of government, don't we?  Rather than being honest, good, giving, empathetic, creative, etc. we have the killers, motivated by the lust for position, fame, and money telling us that there is a "war to end all wars" (and then we get more wars), or they tell us about the "war against crime" (and then the crime-rate goes up), or that alcohol is bad (prohibition) and then they make themselves the seller of the same, or that gambling is illegal only to become the seller of gambling "licenses", imagine how many families have been ruined, murdered, incarcerated, defamed during the war against marijuana (and now they sell those licenses for the very drug they demonized), they tell us of the need to increase taxes (which is taking) for the war against drugs (and then our nation becomes saturated with foreign heroine and other foreign drugs), we hear of the war against poverty and the war for peace.   Now they use phraseology such as Civil (civil?) Asset Forfeiture (forfeit?).  What is organized crime?   There is something written in the now-eviscerated constitution referencing taxation and apportionment.   Who's the criminals now?

Also, notice the magic trick contained in the video tells you to look at the police as the disgraceful entity (and nothing more).   Instinctively we should know to look at the magician's other hand,  the hand that hides the root of the problem.   Do remember, the police are told to do this by another entity.  The police are only guilty of doing evil by sheer reason that someone else told them to do it.  They are complicit at very best, but they are not the root of the problem.
Blaming the police is like blaming the cancer,  not that which gave you the cancer.   Notice how the media in the video above has shown a stereotypical view of all police to us, with their final closure in the video, the words:  "Policing for Profit, Gang of Thieves, Cops Gone Wild" (*as if EVERY cop is guilty of having partook in this type of looting simultaneously, and as if they are doing it of their own accord).

The purposeful spin on this particular news affects the mind's ability to reason properly, affects rational discernment of a scenario, thereby curtailing any affirmative action from the victimized public.


On a Lighter Note

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A big thanks to Mike Dewine, our Ohio State Attorney General, for having participated and expedited the recompense of non-authorized demands for non-authorized funds to a monopoly for no service and no product

I know it sounds like a small amount to argue about, however the larger issue of the breach of public trust still stands (if they can hack my personal property, then where is the line drawn?  At our webcams and microphones?).   I feel this matter is of some national security considering virtually everything is computer-driven these days, this action puts our nation at risk entirely, in my opinion.

Mike Dewine, Ohio State Attorney GeneralMike Dewine, Ohio State Attorney General
Mike Dewine, Ohio State Attorney General

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Mike Dewine, Ohio State Attorney General
Although the aforementioned might give the illusion that I won something, I did not.  I lost hours and hours of my life remedying the actions of the cause.  My personal property was never recompensed and still sits here "bricked" and unusable.   This was never about the money really, obviously it is a small amount.  The greater issue is that if they can affect my system, can they not just as easily affect all other systems as well in the same manner?  Whether it be from a rogue employee or whether the actions are state-sponsored/corporate-sponsored we will not be foretelling because when it happens it's too late.  This is not windows or mac that we're discussing here, the systems the monopoly hacked/damaged is the same systems that are the very backbone of the entire internet infrastructure.
National Security?

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