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Chapter One


"Its a nation of noses pressed up against the glass
They've seen it on the tv
And they want it pretty fast
You spend your whole life
Just pilin' it up there
You got stack and stacks and stacks
Then, Gabriel comes and taps you on the shoulder
But you dont see no hearses with luggage racks
Gimme, gimme what you got
I said gimme, gimme what you got..."
Don Henley, End Of The Innocence 1989


Be The Earth. It Is You.
Bill Gallagher, for body art magazine, Issue 22





1994. I was working in Tampa Florida, and trying to get a small business rolling. Divorced, and getting over a few bad jobs, I worked hard out of my home doing custom leathercraft and freelance writing, alongwith treasure hunting, and odd jobs in construction and property maintenance, while living at 1901 West Skagway (Ave?) Tampa. Jeb Bush was running for governor and his campaign sent an advertorial to my address, concerning pharmaceutical interests, medical costs, and the need to vote Bush or it was all over for medical care. The notice was a piece of trash, and one lie right after another. I wrote a 6 page essay rebutting the Bush stance and mailed it to over 100 fax networks and individuals who could get the word out. This was before the internet, of course. I played up the point of natural medicines like marijuana being less hazardous, but illegal, with other naturals being misclassified with intent of "Becoming" illegal. I had already become experienced writing politically because of the ARPA debacle during George Bush seniors reign. The Archaeological Resources Protection Act was an end-run around the search warrant, which is something these types always try to accomplish, and we of the collecting community shut down all that language and more in the bill.

As mentioned, I sold writing too, and by 1994 had a decent freelance portfolio, international. My essay/diatribe concerning the lies of the Bush Crime family swung the governors election in Florida that year, and was alluded to by Lawton Chiles himself in the Tampa Tribune, he said something to the effect that he thought he was a goner in the political race for governor, then something happened...I received personal communications from him after the election indicating he was aware of what happened...those letters are filed...Jimmy Buffet was enthusiastic too, and Chiles did in fact win, though narrowly, and he was not to leave office alive. 3 Weeks before he was to leave office he was found dead in his execise room of an apparent heart attack. It is my feeling he was murdered, of course he was murdered, he was party to the 1994 debacle where the elephant got its leg bit by a flea. And the elephant does not take kindly to that.

One thing is sure: that action on my part, the writing in response to the Jeb Bush advertisement, and the subsequent reactions of all involved, just got me in much deeper, much hotter water as far as politics was concerned, and it made me a target of some heavy DC people, people with uniforms and unlimited money to do their work, because I had literally put the fear of God into people who pay a lot of lip service to things like that, but really do not like to think along those lines unless they have to. Being Irish I would one day gain the wit to realize the hazards of where I was then, but I would either be through it or dead by that time and the puzzle becomes something else, or not. Obviously I have gotten beyond that at least, and I do thank God, which to me is the essence of male and female and some other stuff mixed together as a single creative and awesome entity which lives through us, and if that is not scary to you, perhaps a quick check of the pulse is in order, to see if you are dead.

Anyway, a flea (me) on the elephants leg (The GOP) bit the elephant in just the right place (There was an element of timing to it too) to actually cause jumbo some distress! Thats bad, very bad. Not supposed to happen, the newspapers and other lesser elephants reserve this power to themselves, if one flea can get through, don't even THINK about others! Heavens no....because every thing in an elephants life should be structured, orderly, well controlled, sold to the highest bidder...if usurped in any way all elephants take it very personally, as I was to find out in a big way. The heat came heavy and fast.

I was selectively hassled by Tampa Police Department and Hillsborough County Sheriffs. I left for Fort Lauderdale, to dive for treasure, until things cooled down. It took my arch enemy the Tampa Tribune a year or more to find me, because I changed addresses a couple times, and engaged in living arrangements outside of the normal. I lived in a warehouse and dove the beaches for lost jewelry, and also worked part time as a supervisor for a company washing postal vehicles. I left that area right before the 1996 elections and went back to Tampa to continue the fight. I immediately signed up for service to the Clinton Campaign in Tampa that same year.

The 1996 presidential election came and went. Four more years of Bill Clinton, which was not my true reason for working the polls during the 1996 campaign, but far preferable to the alternative imho, and as if. Politically Clinton was relatively safe, he was a lawyer with a truly monstrous ego and some money. Which is just one way of saying that as far as the world stage is concerned, Clinton was predictable concerning his view of history and himself. An odd thing I did pick up along the way is that it is said to be common knowledge in some circles that Bill Clinton is the illegitmate son of John F. Kennedy. How this could be, I have not found out yet, and cannot say. William Jefferson Blythe III Clinton was born in 1946, coincidentally the same year that Jack Kennedy began his political career as a U.S. Representative after James Michael Curley forfeited his seat in an overwhelmingly Democratic district to become mayor of Boston. Kennedy ran, and beat his Republican opponent by a large margin. So the timeline of these allegations, however implausible or not, is possible. JFK did a lot of traveling, some of it convalescence, before getting into politics in 1946. He was a war hero. Well educated, charismatic, and after his older brother Joe was killed in WWII, heir apparent to the Kennedy dynasty, which meant the business of business, politics. What else is possible is hard if not Impossible to say. The main thing this theory has going for it is this: they who have eyes, let them see...especially when a picture of Roger is held up next to his brother Bill, oh brother.....or maybe half brother.

At Democratic headquarters in Tampa during Bill Clintons election, some of the people knew what was going on; my little fishing expedition was successful, but overall I was pretty much treated badly among the other poll workers, especially the hispanics, and it wasn't because I worked circles around them either. I was really interested in seeing the amount of hispanic support for Clinton (Among a few other things), and when I saw that a large number of hispanics in Tampa were republican supporters, in spite of what they said and their registration as democrats, I knew there was no stopping bush in 98. I had shot my gun, and I had hit a bullseye, but that would not be allowed to happen again, I was sure. The people in Tampa and most of America were only interested in money, and were sick of being taxed to death by the democrats, so it was another cycle happening, and I took cover, though I was pretty sure that would not do much good, and I was right. Getting wiser every day, begorrah.

Right after the 1996 presidential elections I contracted something that made me very very sick for 3 days, but then I never got sick again. It was not until years later I found out about SIGA pharmaceuticals and its connection to gulf war one, alongwith unauthorized, illegal, and totally unofficial (Thats totally DENIABLE) innoculations of certain activists by the Democatic team because they knew bush was next and they knew what bush would do to us as soon as he could. They were right of course. The novel anti-infective developed by SIGA (France) was the most successful anti-infective used during gulf war one, and if you dont believe those gulf wars were nothing but high technology weapons testing zones you need to wake up. SIGA invented a bio-buggy that comes to live in your mucous membranes. What it excretes is poisonous to all other bacteria. Because infection of humans normally occurs through a mucous membrane, this was the end of infections via conventional means. I have no other facts except perhaps it is applied as an aerosol. As to how long the treatment lasts, it seems for a long time, probably for the life of the user. It is possible it is transmittable and a large number of the population have it now, but I really do not know.

Lawton may have been responsible for this, his warped view of the world would consider this a payoff for my earlier work, seeing as he had such a more sophisticated outlook <Puke>. He let me keep my life in repayment for his last four years in the governors manse at Tallahassee. He did me dirty all through those four years, even delaying my permit to carry concealed way past normality...then tried to salve his conscience perhaps. Lawton was probably assassinated by the Bush family right before he left office in 1998, or, at least, he was not the first and certainly not the last to die in funny ways around the bush family. Seeing as he treated me like an uneducated dolt who needed a long visit at the new world orders conditioning centers, I was not unhappy with the outcome, and in fact I would very much like to dance on his grave. That is because by being given this anti-infective, I then became a full blown test subject of the federal reserve government, and great efforts have been made since then to infect me with many things via UNCONVENTIONAL means (Skin, Forced entry, food, water (DU), etc. and it has not been fun, it is just a constant evasion from well financed death. Much more about this in the chapters to come.

Time progressed, and by 1998, by the time Lawton Chiles died on his exercise bike at the governors mansion in Florida, I had worked for the Clinton election, seen Jeb Bush elected as governor, and had become a pet project of a certain group in Tampa Florida who fancied themselves soldiers of the lord. The fanatic christians befriended me so they could harm me, and these were the same people who were responsible for putting Bush in as governor, and his brother in TX, and ultimately in the presidency. They are not holy, they are ridiculous treasonous weasels who are much too stupid to understand that lords and kings are UnAmerican, to understand America was created to do away with lords and kings. Little did I know that by this time at least one of my brothers had sided against me, and was actively working with these bush types to deprive me of money and my due as a writer. Oh well. Live and learn. Blood may be thicker than water, but money is much more important than either, to some. Worse, its the LOVE of money.

To be fair, my brother is like a majority of Americans, no matter where they reside: he is a cretin and an intellectual hillbilly, and was literally bowled over by the fame and importance of some of the people contacting him through his work, his fun, his Church. Yes he was promised this and that, and schmoozed in ways people like him respond to in a big way: they are the original kling-ons. This brother of mine rat-ionalized all kinds of ways to make himself feel good about what he was doing, and he honestly thought I did not know, although him being who he was, I had anticipated his actions early, or I would already be very very dead. He does not understand the stakes, even when they effect him. One rationale that this brother mine and some others who wished to coerce me in meaness and greed used to make themselves feel less guilty: this was for my own good, if I could not see the Christian truth, then the lord loving people of America like my brother and his church members would show it to me. Har.

But that is another story. Kind of.

During my time in Thonotosassa Florida I had a shop where I did leather and stone work at a small flea market on Highway north 301, just north of the Tampa Equipment Auction and about two miles north of the intersection of 301 and Fowler Ave. That place has long since burned, and in fact it burned right after my last visit there which lasted from November 2001 to June of 2002. North of this market was not much until you hit Zephyrhills, and it was a good 30 mile drive at least, straight up Hwy 301.



I also met someone calling herself Mary Trader, a friend of Chiles', from Pasco County Florida, and it was my first lesson in how politicians really are. If you will not cooperate with them publicly, they will substitute someone in your place who will do the right thing. They justify this as simply the time needed for the subject to come around and "Be Nice" according to federal reserve politix. Several times after the above named incident where I swung the election, Lawton Chiles appeared in public with someone who was said to be me, but wasn't. Mary Trader arranged all that, and Trader was not her real name, just what she did. She would befriend a subject, then use that friendship to do all the political dirty work she could. This is important for people who are going through the same thing, this may save the reader a lot of hassle, or may even save someones life, because once another identification is established publicly, other, more elaborate scenarios can be played out. This is how people are disappeared and the federal reserve government of America is adept and spares no expense in removal of their foes.

The Tampa Tribune plays this game as well, and the Tampa Tribune does it for money, so they can pay biker gangs to go around and put cams in Tampa peoples showers and bathrooms. I had gone to Hollywood Florida after being harassed by the bikers of Tampa in 1994, and I have a long list of names and some pictures of the people involved, although I am sure many of them are dead now. I stayed down there about a year, diving and just getting away from Tampa, though The Tribune followed me to South Florida and put surveillance on me there, according to an intel connex who told me some very disturbing things when I mentioned certain happenings around my space. Apparently some of the people after me actually liked my work and were trying to direct me back to their little nest, which of course enraged me, and made things that much worse.

Mary Trader may have worked for the Tribune, many people in my orbit worked for them as freelancers and demon gnomes (There is always a need for spare cash in Tampa) and I am almost positive it was they who acquired the military grade anthrax which was put on me by a former lover. Along with Mary Trader, and what she did, there was another person involved in the charade, recently released from prison, who went to work for Lucent technologies immediately upon his release. He was a computer hacker from hell, and an early one. Smart and needing to get out of the governments grip, he did any dirty work he could find. Thats in fact what he was in prison for, and upon release the government contacted him for odd jobs and surveillance. This is first hand report from the individual, and he knew a LOT.

You just never know from whence will come valuable information, and from whom. Since then I have many times marveled at what this guy told me, and I sometimes wonder if he even knew what he was giving away. He certainly got back at the government through me, and its not over yet, thats for sure. Not by a long shot.

After Bill Clintons 1996 victory I became even more involved in politics, appearing on the Joe Redner Voice of Freedom Show in Tampa 5 times, although they destroyed all the tapes later, because they had invited me on hoping I would fail, and to the contrary I excelled, scaring the hell out of all of Tampas media establishment even more. Right after this the Hillsborough County Sheriffs Division 6 set me up with a hooker and put it on the internet, because they had no dirt on me, and had to make some fast....they did photo manipulations too I am told, but they have pretty much sawed off the branch they were sitting on with all that.

After doing the Redner shows I was accused by one of Redners rabbis as being a Nazi, because I was for Sami Al-arian who was a professor at USF, and who was accused, arrested, and detained for many years on SECRET EVIDENCE by the Clinton Administration. This has a lot to do with ENMOD, as many of Al-arians supporters saw when we did a protest walk around the Tampa Tribune downtown HQ. The trib, btw, had been instrumental in the imprisonment of Al Arian, actually orchestrating the entire thing in a way that would have made Joe Stalin proud. During the protest for Al-Arian in downtown Tampa a massive wireless weather demonstration was at hand, with lightening striking everywhere as we walked, and I remember there was a lot of oriental media there.

I met the facilitator during my time at the Thonotosassa flea market, through mail commerce in 1996, he dealt in certain tools I used for my art, and he lived in NM. He did not become the facilitator until about 5 years later and he was very good at making his facilitations seem natural, just a product of a bad economy, or what have you. These guys are good because they are trained and because they work in teams. Don't delude yourself into thinking otherwise. Or do so at your own peril. This book is about exposing THAT more than anything else. These teams are usually well financed, and are comprised of people tied together for some reason, in America it is fundamental Christianity which has bought into the Russian game, and thats what this person is, and his cohorts here in NM, they have given safe haven to many russians here, and they became privy to many psychotronic apparatus in the process. Call it international law enforcement, but whatever you call it, don't call it American. A good book about that is SPOOKS: THE HAUNTING OF AMERICA, by Jim Hougan.

So. I have taken it upon myself, as retribution, to make this individual (and his supporting network among the truckers fer der god jeezus) personally responsible for the greatest security breach the federal reserve united states of America has ever suffered. That would be the book Devilvision: The Worlds New Wireless Grid. Search it online. It is free, as are all my political writings, and really, you need to know. Really. Perhaps some day, in their next lives maybe, these small minded trolls with alpha complexes will pay their Bills, and not have to worry about things like this. As it is they are just like mangy and stinking dogs, playing the alpha, and they are too stupid to even know their betters, unless shown. That means they must be bitten.

And here we are.

Again.

Also while at that fleamarket I was to meet a young woman who would later become a lover of mine, and would also, even later, be used by my enemies to put biotech (military grade Anthrax) on my right shoulder while we were making love. Very christian, she was a joy in my life, and damned near a joy in my death too.