Home. Chapter 2
"Enlighten the people generally, and tyranny and oppressions of body
and mind will vanish like evil spirits at the dawn of day." --Thomas
Jefferson to Pierre Samuel Dupont de Nemours, 1816. ME 14:491
Wherever smart people work, doors are unlocked.
Steve Wozniak
Commerce without morality is sin.
Mahatma Gandhi
Besides my christian joy, at the fleamarket in Thonotosassa I had made friends, and become partners with the owner of the market itself; together we opened up an internet cafe, and I wired the computers to be coin operated. It was $3.00 an hour, and if the money gave out, the monitor was turned off, so you would not lose your place on the net, and a quarter would get you right back into action. I became familiar with ebay and for the first time was making some money in Tampa, but not really in Tampa, in Thonotosassa. I never really made any money in Tampa, you are much more liable to get robbed in Tampa, than make decent money. A lot of guys who thought they made good money in Tampa are now finding out it is all about putting your savings in a bank so the government can then take it all. Oh well. Live and Learn.
Also I had befriended a man who was very close to his fundamental baptist church, he was a tree cutter who had gone off into exotic hardwoods as a byproduct of his personal industry. He usually had to dispose of the wood he cut, so what better way than to make into usable hardwood lumber? This man was a WWII vet, and he told me once that the government had confiscated a lot of their personal pictures before they left Germany. Once he even showed me an album he had not turned in, there were pictures of Nazi Germany in there that showed antennae as far as the eye could see...this man told me many other things, and he was hooked to the bush administration/crime family through his church. He supplied the new red oak for old sparky as soon as Jeb Bush was made governor, in fact. This man was very very religious, with a crusader-like agenda. I had no idea how well entrenched this type of thing is in America, but a lot of it goes back to the old country, before America. KKK and all that, has roots in same place as things like skull n bones society of yale -- germany, england, places not American. These people who want to live in America, but act like some idiot savage hun out of the middle ages, well, get real, is all I have to say.
On ebay I met my second wife, and we quickly got our act together and split Florida as soon as possible after Jeb Bush was elected. Florida was not for people like us anymore, and she wanted to get her mom back to Alabama, so off we went. We moved within a mile of Redstone arsenal in Huntsville, and that is Nazi central, let me tell you. Many of the Paperclip scientists went to Huntsville/Redstone after World War II, Werner Von Braun lived there, and the pollution of the drinking water was very very bad. There were four radical soft tissue cancer deaths during the time I was in touch with the people around there, and my wife was one of them, albeit after I had hit the road to document ENMOD. I may only be alive now because I left Huntsville as soon as possible. One dude there who I got to know pretty well, he died after he started talking about the chemtrails, they poisoned his pot. He got a headache, went and laid down on the couch, and that was that. FYI. The war on drugs targets anyone who does not tithe the pharmaceutical companies ie. the crime families who control them. That is reality, like it or not.
It was in Alabama where I became closer to The Facilitator, the one who provided just enough money to get me into places of ever greater isolation. He is a vietnam vet who sold his country and his soul to the intel group from England, he is, in a word, a lord lover. Like so many, he was mind controlled from an early age to believe intel is romantic and good. I did not know any of this then, but I sure do now. The Facilitator will appear as himself throughout this book, but no names unless this becomes a full blown investigation, and I have not the foggiest notion of who would do that, seeing as the government has been taken over by the criminals who are perping all this unAmerican activity in the first place. Like so many of his kind, The Facilitator has lost the ability to tell right from wrong, and its possible or probable that he and they never really knew right from wrong. That comes from not reading enough, and can be alleviated with books, but very few partake of the cure.
During my time in Alabama, I did a stint as a volunteer with the Huntsville Human Society, and dealt antiquities for a guy online who was ex-Secret Service, and could get good stuff, but had no clue what the stuff was. I handled his website for awhile, holdinghistory.com, and sold his stuff on ebay. He also hooked me up with an apple and a nice camera, plus a lot of killer antiquities product, because he bought a book I wrote about ancient metals conservation, and we worked the deal in product versus cash. That was the best I did in that venture, and the man treated me fairly and was very generous overall. I was satisfied.
The whole time I worked with Holdinghistory, ebays more visible ads were totally messed up, and that sure seemed purposeful. We were never able to move the stuff as it should move to make good money doing it. Here I need to mention that I many times feel like a ping pong ball, because as one side is attempting to help me make some money, there are just as many self interested wimps on the other side trying to do the deal in, keep it from happening. To rich people money is a game, to poor people it is food. When you go without food because some hairy ape or apess is messing with you for fun, it can be a life changing thing. Plus this little game is something that happens a lot, so it is valuable to the reader. Watch for it, you may see. Then there are the types of both sides who just love to see people suffer, there are a lot of them in fact. So now I despise both "Sides" because they have starved me, and hurt me, and laughed at my predicament, and all I can say is hold on Richard, because paybax a bitch.
Holdinghistory and I split up after the bush election, for numerous reasons, though it was amicable enough. He did not like the way I kept my books, and I was firm in saying I was not making enough money to even KEEP books! We both laughed, and as soon as we split up ebay got their site back together, which was predictable and first clued me to the influence of the ADL in ebays business. In Russia the ADL was the KGB, dig it? And the zionists here, of which there are many, brought in russian jews by the thousands during the 80's and 90's as a part of some kind of christian crusade, and a way to obtain secret russian psychotronics. See the book Devilvision for details on that.
It was during this time that I wrote the review below:
Barry And The Boys
The CIA, The Mob, and Americas Secret History
Daniel Hopsicker
This book traces a small group of people who have existed
since World War Two and before, whose main goal is said to be
Intelligence Gathering, although said intelligence is of such a
nature as to be totally unavailable to the taxpayers, and
sometimes, if not often, this sensitive material is classified for
decades after the death of the concerned parties, then destroyed. This type
of information represents special interests of a Very High Kind, and
took a lot of doing by the perpetrators, which means lying,
conniving, cheating, and most of all -- killing. This subculture
within America, this Spoooooky shadow government, has
become so developed that it is not far off the mark to stipulate
they actually control a large portion of the apparatus of
government. This is all spelled out plausibly and efficiently as
we follow Mr. Hopsicker through his investigation. For a long
time now things have not been right in America. Mr. Hopsicker
does a good job of showing us why.
Great care has been taken with the documentation that has been
laid down in this 518 page book (Over 50 of the pages at the
back are heretofore unpublished documents tying events
together) and I am sure Daniel Hopsicker would agree that
much of his work entailed chasing papers, a many times
thankless and uninspiring activity at best, which can even turn
dangerous on occasion. Mr. Hopsicker plowed through the
pitfalls and misleads like a bull, while wisely making use of
expert help along the way. He worked hard at gleaning facts,
and where conclusion is not possible he says so. This is a
necessary attribute in a researcher, because as a rule, nothing
ever fits together perfectly in the real world, and if it all comes
together too perfectly on paper, it is usually a fabrication. Barry
And The Boys is nothing like fabrication, it is a chronology of
events with the paperwork to back it up. Consider also that Great
expenditure of taxpayer dollars has gone into the governments
secrecy machine, to keep things secret, and it can then be
understood what a formidable task it has become to pursue the
truth in this country. Without people like Mr. Hopsicker and those
whose references he cites, we would be well into a form of
Naziism unimagined even in Hitlers time. They have had time to
refine, you see?
The book itself is fun to read, which is about the best thing I can
ever say about any book. If its fun to read, thats the best it can
be. Hopsicker has a sometimes biting humor, and one should
expect this from a person who goes delving after truth. There is
a quote of Lilly Tomlins in the book, a poignant reminder of what
truth seeking can lead to: "I get more cynical by the day, but I
never seem to catch up", or something along those lines.
Certain catch phrases appear at just the right time throughout
the book also, barbs perhaps, bringing particular points home
full circle in many different instances. There were goosebumps
on occassion. For Real. And never before have I read a more
apt description of the American Viewing Public than in "Barry And
The Boys", where Mr. Hopsicker refers to the poor deluded
sheople of this nation, mesmerized by geegaws and flash, as
"The chumps in the cheap seats". Thanks Daniel. Thats the
type of thing that really gets around, and thats not bad at all.
Truth is Good.
This book is valuable historic record, at a time when history has
become mired in secrecy, advertising, public relations
campaigns, and straight out propaganda. It is interesting
beyond belief, Barry And The Boys, and stays well away from
theories, dealing only in evidentiary conclusions. That, my
friends, is enough by far, when poring over the evidence
concerning this social phenomenon here in America today,
something social scientists label the "Elite Deviant Class". This
book is about the people in this grouping within our society, this
class of deviants, who believe the law is only for the little people,
and can be modified at their whim, or broken at will. Its about
your government, and how they really are, how things really are,
unembellished and properly presented. It is by no means pretty,
but it doesn't have to be pretty to be the truth.
Two words describe Daniel Hopsickers book "Barry And The
Boys -- The CIA, The Mob, And Americas Secret History", and
those two words are Valuable, and Important. In my opinion the
book should be in every library in America, from the high schools
up.
Visit www.madcowprod.com for more info, and to order.
Also during this time I was working at night and sleeping during the day. I first posted that book review on the web on 9/10/2001. Midnight came and went and it became 9/11/2001. I had searched the words alternative media for prospective places to post the review, and for the first time found indymedia.org. I posted it there and went on. The review went up over 30 places that night, and I had several people write back and thank me for turning them onto that book. If you want to know who killed Kennedy, and a LOT more, read Barry and The Boys, but do it sitting down.
After daybreak I started getting ready to shut down, and decided to visit some of the queue sites like indymedia.org, to see how fast the newswires ran, see how long the article stayed on the front page. As I accessed indymedia I forgot all about the book review for a few minutes though, as I looked at the pix of a planes wreckage at the twin towers. There was not to be much sleep for me that day. For the best accounting of the 911 timeline that I know of (I tried hard) read the book Devilvision.
http://luxefaire.com/devilvision/tableofcontents.html
After 911 I got curious about other debacles that may have occurred when the bush crime family was close to exposure in their cocaine dealings, or their royal connections, or their connection to Nikola Tesla, or illegal arms dealings, etcetera etcetera etcetera. I quickly found out that within 30 days of the the Associated press breaking the bush coke-for-arms deals down in S.America, the space shuttle Challenger exploded on take off! Everybody forgot all about bush cocaine dealings. I wrote this loud and clear, and unexpectedly the head of NASA Dan Goldin, an ex TRW employee (Read CIA) and bush appointee to NASA unexpectedly resigned after 2+ decades of service.
Thanks Dan, you nazi pinhead.
Within a month of 911 I had taken my first chemtrail picture. They were beginning to spray chemicals on populated areas in vast amounts. This was a pacification program to allow bush to do what he wanted, for his masters in Israel. No one believed yet, but soon millions were watching the sky and seeing the real terrible truth for themselves. The born agains who were vested in the Russian view all got upset if you mentioned chemming, and denied anything out of the oridnary, and that in itself clued many people who would normally not have given it much energy. I was getting ready to hit the road, I had to get out of Alabama, it was truly a matter of life and death.
Mother-in-law passed, she was buried in her plot right in Huntsville next to her husband who had preceded her by some decades. I cut her gravestone out of native rock with crystal pockets and cast a silver plaque for it with name and date. I did a long term trade for a 1990 5 speed diesel bus in Oklahoma, I had a coin collection worth about $4000.00 retail, and the trade actually happened, a rarity. The facilitator really facilitated, and it was appreciated, he bought my collection of greek antiquities, it allowed me to go get the bus and get it on road. Right before I went to go get the bus though, my dad was hospitalized and I was told to come immediately. This meant flying through Hurricane Barry, which had somehow mysteriously materialized between me and Sarasota. I made the decision my survival was more important for my son, but a very difficult call. Overall, I had to continue fighting because I COULD. I would not lay down and die for them, which, like it or not, is exactly what my dad did. Rest in peace old man, I love you, and will see you soon.
I got the house in as good shape as possible, then headed back to Florida in the schoolbus, which needed maintenance before heading out west. The Thonotosassa fleamarket was just the place for me to go and work on the bus, make some money at the various other markets around there, and get things ready for a trip.
The plan worked pretty well, and I left Thonotosassa in late May 2002 with the bus, in as good condition as I could make it. Unfortunately I had a rider I was not aware of too, which had apparently been put on me by my ex-lover, Christian Joy. She either applied it directly while we made love, or scratched me hard enough to condition my skin for receptiveness of the bacteria. I think it was the latter, but it could be both. I did not want to see this woman again, but she was very insistent, and I should have known from that. Her words were exactly "I came here to abduct you..."
Some people at that fleamarket had sold me a mattress that had been conditioned with a lot of biotech weaponry, and I only found this out later, out in Arizona, after it rained through a window and the smell was very bad, even though it was a new mattress...it is probable this was the source of the infection, but one way or another these two things, that mattress and my lover, were just part of some kind of team work to infect me with a military biological agent. It was the first time I was to realize this, a teamwork approach, but it was certainly not the last, and that, more than anything else, is what this book is all about, in an effort to spare someone else, perhaps my own family, the hassles and near death experience I went through. Otherwise it may just make some people able to put certain things together, and I am positive that most of this black op illegal intel stuff being done by the trucker gangs and ex-spooks and wannabe biker spooks, cannot stand the light of day, it just shrivels up and blows away.
There were also two old pals of mine in Tampa who were very jealous of the attention I got from my writing, and one ceased communicating as soon as this went down, and I am pretty sure he at least knew about it, as some other people did. The second pal dropped out after he went through some kind of male change-of-life (40 is hard for some guys) where he began wearing a wig and make-up and playing bass guitar in a christian rock band. I think maybe he got some biotech too, but it is eating his brain. I have not heard from him since 2003, when he thought I was dead for good, and now I really know him, so it was worth it to learn. He sold out and is a local gnome with no talent except thievery. Oh well.
Some other people around me knew also, they were the observers I guess, and some of them did not like what was going on, but they rightly feared for their own safety. I had been wondering why some people around were acting like they felt sorry for me, but I was oblivious until later. The lady who sold me the mattress immediately went to work for the Tampa Tribune in a peripheral way, but her standard of living was elevated well beyond what it was. I noted this as well, but until that bump began going ballistic, I did not really know what was in store for me. The Tampa Tribune is rich and filthy, and they are not Americans in the strictest sense of the word, or even loosely translated. They are basically Israeli, or were. More than anything else, they are just whores.
During my last month fixing the bus in Thonotosassa, A small hard bump that was like a mosquitoe bite appeared on my upper right back, near the shoulder, and it stayed that way until I was heading west, then the chemtrailing became frenetic where ever I went, and that little bump turned into a SUPER aggressive skin cancer which almost killed me. Many truckers-for-the-lord and those types were testing directed energy weapons on me the whole time, and I have since nailed all that down, and some of those boys are about to be busted, or may be already. Some will die.
This thing that was growing on me now was the exact same thing that had already killed over 600 gulf war one vets. Aggressive incurable skin cancers of unknown origin. After a few months in the west (NM, AZ, CA) the bump became a suppurating sore which I tried to heal in many ways, but nothing worked. I knew instinctively there was something though, and the search went on.
I got my first break when, at the site for the center of disease control, around 2003, I saw something like this:
"...Ten of the top Twelve most common bio-terrorism agents usually manifest as aggressive, uncurable skin cancers."
