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NATO’s April Fool Award

March 31, 2018 //

Serbia vs Kosovo:

Squatters crossed Serbia’s property line, threw out the caretakers and claimed the farm for their own. When Serbia had reasserted title over what had been rightly their farm, bandits roused others, jealous of Serbia, beat the rightful owner up and kicked him off the land.

This was a robbery.

Spain vs Catalonia:

One family of Romans became two families with a divided farm. The brother, Madrid, has always treated the sister, Barcelona, with arrogant, forceful contempt, and continues insisting on dictating her affairs.

This is a habit of domestic violence.

If Madrid, a fraternal brother of NATO, does not presently wish to be associated with responsibility for this (hint: it’s not the ethnic Serbs in black uniforms) …

…almost certainly the real reason is because it closely resembles this…

…in circumstance where Madrid is exploiting Serbia having been robbed, to justify Madrid’s habit of domestic violence in Catalonia.

There are two victims in these circumstance, Belgrade & Barcelona, and one of those victims might easily become a public relations fool, as European Union institutions will be slowly turning on Madrid; because the present manifestation of Spanish fascism relating to Catalonia is too crude, by far, to be sustained and maintain a public relations illusion of democracy. The end result could easily be, Serbia embracing Spain’s friendship in the matter of Kosovo, will become a wide public perception Serbia had embraced what amounts to the legacy of Francisco Franco.

Meanwhile, going to ‘friendship’, has Madrid compensated Serbia, together with issuing a formal, public, apology for this next?

“F/A-18 Hornets of the Spanish Air Force were the first NATO planes to bomb Belgrade”

No? I didn’t think so. Friend of geopolitical convenience? Certainly.

Tags Catalonia, Kosovo, Serbia, Spain

Categories crime, information operations, international law, politics, propaganda, psychology, social responsibility

Catalonia Paradox

November 3, 2017 //

These are mixed memories from my life in Sant Feliu de Guixols, a very Catalan (as opposed to ethnically Spanish) town on the coast north of Barcelona. The photo at the top is on a somewhat hazy day, overlooking the town’s marina. The massive concrete blocks in a line on the left are an addition to the ‘breakwater’, protecting the original breakwater that is a causeway creating the artificial harbor. There are annual sailing regattas out of sight to the left, the main portion of town is out of view to the right. I lived in Catalonia from the end of December 2008, to the beginning of July 2010.

The Province of Girona (I use the Catalan spelling) is the most northeast province of what ‘was’ Spain, prior to the current circumstance of civil schism, bordered on the north by France and on the south by the (also Catalan) province of Barcelona.

The circumstance of my living in Sant Feliu de Guixols could be considered bizarre, depending on one’s perceptions. Our world(s) of experience are multi-dimensional when one considers the world of a trained spook provides an entire extra view of your surroundings superimposed on ‘normal’ and I had, within the previous few years, ‘reintegrated’ to ‘normal’ society from an environment of awareness, very much wider-deeper, than any training provided in the world of spooks, but didn’t yet understand the implications of my experience.

The 14 odd months previous to my arrival in Catalonia had been an intense game of survival, in Germany, from Berlin to Lindau (Bodensee) to Limburg to Wiesbaden back to Berlin, contesting for my life with the forces of both; CIA & MOSSAD. By this time of my arrival in Catalonia, I understood I had a remarkable skill set but I was mentally TIRED and by no means convinced of my survival; and is why I was now on the northeast coast, in the post Rome culture of Iberia. It was as simple as I wished to live whatever short time I thought I might have left on this planet in a warmer climate than Germany.

Flying into Barcelona from Berlin, I bought a new phone with unregistered chip and with help from people that is another story altogether, I became ‘invisible’, at least to MOSSAD. Central Intelligence would have access to my ATM card transactions, and general location, when I began using that bankers’ snitch when settled, but for the first time in what seemed like eternity, I could actually relax. After a first few weeks of wandering about, initially in Barcelona and finally through towns north of that city, sticking to the coast, I rented a flat. My most therapeutic experience to now was finding a mound of small pebbles or water worn gravel, created by high tide, lying down on my belly and wiggling enough to conform those pebbles like a sculptor’s mold to my body shape and just lay there, soaking up the sun warmed energy of the small stones like a sponge. My feeling was as though my umbilical were connected direct to the earth. With no one within 100 meters of my prone body, the relief and stress off was nothing short of a religious experience. This is my most memorable experience on arrival to reside at Sant Feliu de Guixols in January of 2009.

At this time, although it had been well over a year already, I was still making the major psychological change over to understanding/coping with the firm knowledge I was an intensively hunted man. Does/can anyone ever really adjust to this? I didn’t know. What I did know was, as soon as I’d settled in and was using my ‘lifeline’, or ATM card, to access my veteran’s pension, at one location for more than a few weeks, at most, the hunt would be on again.

As a friend had once observed, concerning my circumstance, “you came in the wrong door.” What he had been referring to is, I had arranged to notify German police (via 3rd party, a lawyer) I was hunted in Europe and arranged to be monitored in circumstance where it was understood I would take care of myself, the police only need watch and discover the criminal parties behind the attempts at murder. This initial arrangement was based on misapprehension of who I was dealing with. I had thought I was ‘only’ dealing with hired hit-men due to my past involvement with anti-corruption cases. That arrangement with German police was made in November, 2007. By July, 2008, with my USA cell phone having been routed around the German network (behaving exactly as though I were in the USA, not Germany) and my knit hat having captured a poison pellet intact, I understood my adversaries were intelligence agencies, not ‘only’ hired killers. I had some ideas why this could be the case but I wasn’t certain. But it was German police, not intelligence, the invitation for surveillance had been initiated with. ‘The wrong door” was the police in the sense of record keeping and a wider or ‘civilian’ authority that is not necessarily (should not be) exempt from having to move on criminals, even if those criminals are intelligence assets. I was determined to expose as many complicit parties as I could, no matter their sponsor. What is amazing to me, in retrospect is, my stalkers having either 1) no idea I was playing them into giving their identities up, even after this had gone on for five years before I tired of the game and spilled the score, or 2) if indeed they had sorted this immediate preceding prior to my finally, openly, communicating what I’d been doing, that they would have continued trying, at tremendous risk of being identified. How could taking me out possibly be that important? Over the years I’ve asked myself that question, again and again. I think I may finally have some answers. More on that later.

Meanwhile, mid-January 2009, I had come to live in Sant Feliu de Guixols, and the police surveillance had eventually followed, this much is certain.

My recollection is, it was about six weeks of respite before the action began again, about the beginning of March. I was sitting on the harbor beach in the late afternoon when I ‘noticed’ a couple sitting about 75 meters or more to my left. What this couple could not know is, I had them marked before she noticed me, and watching this couple with my peripheral vision, which is very good, I saw her lock in on me and then draw attention to the man she was with. All they saw was my gazing off into the harbor even as I was clearly observing their interactions. Not just anyone can convincingly appear to be looking off into the distance, lost in thought, and yet be closely studying events at a 90 degree angle. I can. They spoke for a few moments, and then, with studied disinterest, as though tired and moving on, got up and began strolling down the beach towards me, no doubt to get a closer look and positive identity. But what they were actually doing, completely oblivious to the fact was, allowing myself to closely study them, body language, facial demeanor, gait, dress, interaction, these sort of things will tell the highly trained a LOT. He was cocksure to arrogance, she was uncertain, there was no real familiarity, no bond, no deep trust. They were a fake couple. I understood there was no danger in that moment, this was scouting, nothing more. She might be the bait that would accost me later but I wanted nothing to do with taking it any farther. I posted their very accurate descriptions online, where I knew my every word was monitored by my adversaries (and perhaps unknown to them, also by the police) and if you have any sense of my satire, you might also have some sense of the mocking terminology employed. I didn’t see them again. But the game was on.

It should seem counter-intuitive someone in my circumstance would keep routines. But I established routines, deliberately, to draw in my aspiring assassins, to the field of my choice. On one occasion it went like this: I had established a route where I turned right out of my apartment door, walk to the first intersection, bought a croissant (or two), cross the street and then to my left, cross the street. Now I am walking towards the marina along a wide dirt walkway with benches. At the end of this short street, I turn right, walk another few blocks and cross the street, buy my International Herald Tribune at a corner shop, turn to my left and cross the street. Now I turn right onto a wide, dirt walking avenue, between the town and the harbor. Normally, I would stop along this walkway and sit on a bench to enjoy my croissant while reading the newspaper.

But on this day I immediately noticed Americans had my route staked out. Casual dress Caucasian-American males are strategically placed on the benches along my route. Altering my habit slightly (which I do time to time, only so it won’t seem unusual), instead of stopping at a bench on the dirt walkway facing the harbor, I keep walking and then turn right, crossing the street again, into the Rambla (a paved walking street in the business center) and walk another 100 or so meters and find a vacant bench. I’ve put myself out of view of the pre-positioned spotters but not so far as to prevent a plan B kicking into action. A tall, suited, male Asian-American followed me (Ray-Bans don’t hide cheekbones) and GPS sent my location for a pale (very white, seldom sees the sun & clearly not from Spain) Caucasian female assassin with white frock, carrot hair, and receded chin, this was clearly an American team. But when I noticed the Asian had GPS marked my location, I waited a few moments, until he is out of sight, and retreat about forty meters (at most) back down the Rambla, towards the harbor, and take another bench, open my paper as though reading and watch the bench where I’d been GPS located. The woman gave herself away, when following the directions in her earpiece, stopped where she should have found me and spun 360 degrees looking for what clearly was not there (myself.) Stupidly standing there, she looked up and down the Rambla, and locked in on my new location, when I deliberately looked up from my paper and made steady eye contact; when she turned and retreated down the street she had appeared from:

The bench on the Rambla I’d been GPS located at is to the left & behind the woman at the center of this photo. The assassin arrived and departed from the side street behind the benches. My new location is out of view on the right, directly across from the second set of benches, with people on them, farther down the Rambla. At the far right of the photo the Rambla opens to the dirt walking avenue, facing the harbor, where I more typically would find a bench to read. Antoni Vidal photo (cropped)

This killer would have had hit me from behind, most likely with poison needle or pellet, at this bench, if things had gone to plan. Instead, I returned to my apartment, penned ‘My Life as a Joke Personal Ad‘, then walked to a wifi location and posted it online.

What I’d just encountered was the CIA contracted, Blackwater assassination program, blessed initially by (and now months into the Obama administration, still answering to) Dick Cheney who ordered it concealed from Congress, the very program run by morons Cofer Black and Enrique Prado that Leon Panetta had revealed about this time, when that idiot ran up to Capitol Hill and denied the Blackwater assassinations contract had ever been anything more than a power-point presentation.

This operation to hit me was too complicated (over-engineered), and the dumb red-head who’d been tasked with ‘trigger-man’ duty likely had no clue much of the set-up was designed in such a way as to leave her stranded, abandoned to take on all of the legal consequence, if the hit were picked up with CCTV surveillance and the red-head apprehended.

I didn’t have internet at my apartment, but would compose offline and then walk up and over a hill on the north side of town, to Hotel Barcarola, in S’Agaró, an adjacent resort village, to post the details in the news feed at MySpace:

Hotel Barcarola in S’Agaró, on 9 March 2010, after a freak snowstorm of the previous day, which oddly, coincided with the restart of CERN’s Large Hadron Collider. Power was out throughout the region with numerous high voltage transmission towers down. My apartment was freezing and I rented a room here until their generator broke down, at which time I relocated to Girona and rented a room until the grid was repaired –

Of the 2 dozen plus attempted assassinations of myself over the period of a year and one half I was located at Sant Feliu de Guixols, this had been the second to last employing a large team. It was February 2010 was the last team of several members (6), run by former CIA officer, and subsequently hired hit man, Gary Berntsen, who I’d surprised and trapped on CCTV together with myself at Hotel Barcarola reception desk on the morning of 20 February, seems to have ended that particular experiment in relation to myself. All of the subsequent attempted hits appear to have been singles, mostly, with the occasional double.

The author in Catalonia, February 2010

The several unanswered but inter-related questions are:

(a) whether the CIA and MOSSAD were in a joint venture to take me out, or were these were separate but convergent intelligence agency projects.

Prior to my arrival in Spain, my first encounters with attempted hits consisted of two operations to take me out (with many to follow) in Germany, inside the span of two weeks, in October, 2007. The first is clearly traceable to CIA because I was able to positively identify the attempted assassin, Vince Langen, and work out his affiliation. The second operation, where the operative was killed, is equally clear to have originated with MOSSAD, due to how the event unfolded. There are arguments for joint operations, as well as independent but convergent operations in efforts to take me out. Before I had bailed out of the USA, when working a corruption case, I had penetrated an American intelligence operation using a charter school, East Mountain High School (with sponsors belonging to Council on Foreign Relations), using the school as a cover for CIA operations, with field trips abroad. This operation in turn, had been penetrated by MOSSAD. Albuquerque FBI office analyst, Sylvia Maruffi, appears to have been providing cover for, and/or assisting both. Both agencies would have an interest in taking me out, for reasons of operational security. I believe the FBI Albuquerque office (Maruffi) had been the origin of a ‘national security letter’ enabling tracking my whereabouts via ATM card. Whether the FBI’s Maruffi, who profiles as, is not necessarily but easily could be, a MOSSAD asset, was providing MOSSAD information independently, or this was straightforward ‘shared’ information via established intelligence channels for purpose of joint efforts, is unknown to me. With access to my banking details via an FBI issued National Security Letter, providing MOSSAD access to my ATM use and location, would be as easy as providing my online banking login details (user name & password) with instruction to route the login through a VPN in the country where I’m residing.

(b) with the sustained and severe risk of unmasking these agencies operatives in ongoing attempted assassination of a target with superior skills set, how could taking me down possibly be this important?

My background documentation to be deposited with the German police was sent via regular post in Germany to a third party, a lawyer, not over the internet. Serious, subsequent communications, were taken with the lawyer, in person. It’s certainly possible the intelligence agencies missed this, even with all of their criminal spies and spyware, they are not omnipresent entities.

More than this, narcissism is a form of retardation according to the superior skills set in my possession (my training), and can certainly look as though it had been exploited. The management at Central Intelligence is narcissistic in the extreme, to a point of stupidity, as are those operatives engaging in renditions and assassination. This is a form of mercenary narcissism, where the operative lies to himself concerning motive or, perhaps better said, a self-deceit of ‘patriotism.’ Any narcissism based in a self-deceit at the meta-level of consciousness will misinform; compounding, more often than not, previous mistakes from this misapprehension of reality. A sort of ‘the coming 12th attempt germinating in the plans office should work’, following on eleven failures. Paraphrasing Einstein, when contemplating this kind of mentality, ‘these people will never be able to unscrew their world, with the same thinking that screwed it’, which it just so happens, is the only thinking they know.

MOSSAD’s narcissism is a bit different but is narcissism nevertheless. Rooted in Jewish nationalism, their Mosaic law’s ‘an eye for an eye’ inspired honor code demanding any loss to the MOSSAD be avenged, undoubtedly causes greater harm than good, since their agent got himself killed, not by my hand, but because he (and MOSSAD) weren’t properly informed, prepared and equipped to compete at the level I was operating, in a very hostile (to the Israelis) environment. Because they could not even assess my level (at that time), they kept coming after me, quite literally speaking, ‘with a vengeance.’ Excuse me, but I’m not just going to roll over because the Sephardic MOSSAD officer, posing as a Palestinian member of Hamas, was part of a hare-brained scheme to dupe Hezbollah into assisting with my assassination; the Israeli operative got himself killed because the operation unraveled and he was unmasked at a critical moment. I do not glory in his death, nor do I feel sorry for him, as he was out to murder me, not vice-versa. Shit happens. I’m clearly not their messiah, but I would dare to suggest a changed attitude (and related behaviors) could inform the Israelis at a higher level of ‘intelligence.’

One more possible motive, the most intriguing one is, a mutation in one or more of the intelligence agencies thinking; when, over time and numerous failures when coming after me, it was considered whether I would ‘sell’ my skills kit to, or somehow employ it on behalf of some 3rd party. Worse still, might be the idea of my training persons hostile to what I openly refer to as ’empire.’ Had ongoing, even increased, imperative been born of this possibility?

My skills set had been born of immersion in a world, or better said, a ‘dimension’ Central Intelligence, and the Defense Intelligence Agency before that, had attempted to exploit for decades, without accomplishing any real mastery, because a wider understanding of this phenomenon or skill set derives from a non-western culture even most anthropologists would experience great difficulty penetrating. A short abstract concerning a single aspect of this multiple-dimensions reality, may be found HERE (PDF file.)

Would this plausible fear of the intelligence agencies be well founded? I will say I’ve not done this to now. Could it be done? In the right circumstance and environment, I believe I could transfer my skills set, I’ve worked on translating the concepts to western understanding for nearly forty years, concurrent to my beginning learning. Beyond this, I’ve experimented with whether western mentalities can be trained so far as mastery in closely related skills (excluding ‘trade craft’ or investigations, espionage, assassination and geopolitical intrigue.)

The answer is a qualified, but definitive, yes. That said, I just don’t think it is a good idea to hand off an understanding, example given, of how to appear to vanish before someone’s eyes, without props, to people in a culture that behaves as the western culture does.

(c) why the police of Spain never moved on the criminal actors exposed to them, despite my being in covert but direct communication with Spanish law enforcement and the same thanking me on several occasions.

The short answer is, narcissism (corruption) at the very apex of the hierarchy. When I had finally become altogether tired of the game, towards the end of 2012 I began blowing the whistle to various institutions concerned with justice, and related personalities, with a complaint; namely five full years of playing myself bait for law enforcement was more than long enough to unravel the murder rings pursuing me. One of my suggestions had been, in the face of a recalcitrant refusal of German law enforcement to move on my case, was for these institutions and associated personalities to inquire of Spanish authorities concerning the veracity of my statements. Lo, a miracle occurred! Out of the clear, blue, blessed Mary’s skies, within a mere few weeks of this suggestion of mine, Mutti Merkel’s Germany suddenly stopped disparaging Spain as one of the EU’s economic PIIGS and instead offered Spain programs and financial assistance you did not see offered to Portugal, Ireland, Italy and Greece. Was this sudden, very much out of character, German generosity a mere coincidence? Or a price paid by the Merkel administration to buy silence in a case that could unwind to reveal MOSSAD had been running around Germany (not only Catalonia) attempting to kill people (with plausible German intelligence complicity, not only CIA.) Spain doesn’t have the same political ‘sensitivities’ concerning Israel. Meanwhile, there had been ample experience informing myself the German police had restarted surveillance in my case, on my return from Catalonia.

This decision not to prosecute ultimately had to have been a decision taken in consultation with Spain’s Prime Minister Mariano Rajoy, who bathes in narcissistic opportunism, and leaps at opportunities to take revenge on any and all of his perceived enemies, irrespective of any noble intentions of the law. Blackmail between allies is, after all, nothing new in geopolitics.

Rajoy, surrounded by Popular Party corruption that is breathtaking in scope, for years (1, 2), is Spain’s leader behind the charges against the recently fired Catalan police chief for the fact the police chief had issued orders to his officers to exercise “restraint” in dealing with the recently banned (by Madrid’s government) plebiscite on independence. The clear implication is, because the Catalan police did not beat their own people bloody at Catalonia’s polling stations (like the national police did), the Catalan police chief is guilty of sedition. That’s only the start.

It was Mariano Rajoy behind Spain’s Constitutional Court striking down a negotiated compromise, in 2010, previously approved under Madrid’s Socialists and accepted by the Catalans, that would have averted today’s crisis. The result? Pushing the Catalans’ sympathies towards full independence. The reactionary Rajoy’s answer? Jailing the Catalan government’s ministers with charges that could keep them in prison for up to 30 years. The reptile Rajoy clearly does not possess the cognitive ability to grasp this ‘Francoesque’ action will only further alienate the millions of Catalans that already despise him, in addition to radicalizing the Catalans, and moreover, add to their numbers.

As Rajoy jails the elected Catalan leadership that dared attempt allowing millions of Catalans exercise their perceived ‘right of self-determination’ at the ballot box, a right enshrined in international law, but conversely, a right only when it suits the several hierarchies of Europe, meanwhile, an established fascist sedition of a truly grotesque and violent nature, a seditious militia closely resembling a set of GLADIO cells that is naturally aligned with Rajoy’s Popular Party and its’ legacy descending from Franco, for years, has gone un-prosecuted in Spain:

“So far, all accusations pertaining to this group have been in vain, even though Article 22 of the Spanish Constitution and Article 515 of the Penal Code prohibit secret associations”

The unbalanced hypocrisy of Rajoy is practically stupefying. Moreover, those shilling comparisons of Catalonia to Kosovo are comparing apples to oranges; the Catalans have been in Catalonia for as long as Spaniards have existed elsewhere in Spain. Kosovo, on the other hand, could be looked at with a metaphor; it’s as if the recently arrived Muslim refugee wave in Germany had overwhelmed the German state of Saarbruken with their numbers, and seceded (with neo-Ottoman Pasha Erdogan’s support) to form a Republic of Gerkistan.

From the European Union’s point of view, the recently arrived ethnic Albanians in historically Serbian Kosovo, who were allowed to dramatically increase their numbers under a humanitarian policy of Tito’s Yugoslavia, are entitled to self-determination, whereas the Catalans, occupying their own land since the era of the Roman empire, are not. What should a hypocrisy of this magnitude say to us?

Mariano Rajoy’s fascism only differs from the fascism of the other European Union states in its’ crude application. In effect, Rajoy is too stupid to understand how to finesse the European Union’s desired outcomes. To now, little better can be said of Spain’s King Felipe, whose medieval title ‘Count of Barcelona’ would appear more important to him than the legitimate aspirations of the Catalan people.

At the end of the day, in Mariano Rajoy’s Spain, ‘justice’ is a relative thing, whether it concerns the life of a single individual hunted by intelligence agencies, ultimately with state sanctioned impunity, or whether it concerns the lives of millions; seeking to live their own destiny –

Related: The Alpha Chronology

Tags Catalonia, CIA, Germany, Merkel, Rajoy, Sant Feliu de Guixols, Spain

Categories assassinations, corruption, counter intelligence, transcendent warfare, treason

My Schengen Zone Overstay

March 18, 2014 //

This is information primarily of interest to the several national security services and police of the European Nations I have been active in:

If requesting formal meeting with me or interview concerning my work, I am generally unavailable in person for security reasons, but I will consider any requests on a case by case basis. As you may well imagine, anti-corruption work can (and sometimes does) make powerful enemies, and it happens there are personalities in certain institutions of western democracies who are both corrupt and violent. Relevant to this, my work can lead to interesting circumstance, such as my present overstay in the Schengen zone of Europe, a technical violation of civil law.

I fully understand my present circumstance is illegal (overstayed non-resident) but I fully intend to remain in Schengen for the present, to work out wrapping up the ‘alpha project.’

Per a recent order from a certain national ministry of the interior, I have relocated from my previous residence on 14 March. When the present phase of ‘alpha’ is completed, and/or it is possible to deal with administrative authorities more securely, I will return and take the necessary administrative procedure to correct my technical violation of the Schengen zone rules and the relevant laws of your nation.

If perchance you are with the security services or police of the several EU nations where I have been pursuing ongoing activities, and are unfamiliar with my work, you may read the history of ‘alpha’ HERE. Presently I have the information developed in ‘alpha’ placed the hands of the appropriate committee of the European Parliament with a request for parliamentary inquiry. It would be a good thing if this were allowed to be pursued without interfering with myself as a witness; over a minor civil offense (Schengen overstay.) If, as police, you have in future, uninformed supervisors set on my expulsion from the Schengen zone, I would suggest directing your supervisor to my strategy in the event of my detention, which may be read HERE. They would be well advised to refer this strategic plan (already in the hands of a lawyer) to the political persons responsible for your agency. It is entirely possible they, not only myself, would prefer not to pursue this path.

My sincere thanks are extended to those low and mid level police of Germany and Spain who have been most helpful over these several years, with informal cooperation developing information on organized crime in NATO and other institutions (and special thanks to the brave woman agents in Spain who saved my life on two occasions.)

Tags Belgium, France, Germany, immigration, NATO, Police, Schengen, Spain

Categories assassinations, corruption, crime, international law, Law, politics, social responsibility, Uncategorized

A Whistle-Blower’s Odyssey of Survival

February 24, 2014 //

Čitajte na srpskom

A story of how defending Native American sacred lands had morphed, over a period of 20+ years, into a game of international intrigue & surviving assassination; with conclusions

Chronology of Events in the Case of Ronald Thomas West
(abridged summary)

In 1987 I was asked by Floyd Heavyrunner, traditional war chief of the Blackfoot Indians of Montana, to monitor interest by United States Department of Agriculture (Forest Service) in development of oil and natural gas in the Blackfeet tribe’s treaty lands known as the ‘Badger-Two-Medicine’ also known as the ‘Ceded Strip’, subject to tribal rights under the so-called ‘Grinnell Agreement’ also known as the ‘Treaty of 1895.’

In 1988, Floyd retained Mark Mueller of Austin, Texas (licensed in Montana) as attorney of record for the Blackfoot ‘Brave Dogs Society’ also known as the ‘Crazy Dogs’, in Floyd’s capacity as traditional cultural leader of that ancient tribal organization.

By 1991, as lead investigator on behalf of the Brave Dogs Society, in association with Mark Mueller, I had developed copious documentary evidence of a criminal ring working inside the United States Department of Agriculture, on behalf of CHEVRON Corporation, detailing a concerted effort to counterfeit compliance to laws that otherwise should have protected the area on behalf of the Brave Dogs Society, to include officials of the United States pursuing the following illegal acts, including felonies:

Lying to the Brave Dogs and counsel

Lying to the public

Lying to Congress about following specific applicable laws (National Historic Preservation Act ‘traditional cultural properties)

Concealing Forest Service knowledge of those applicable laws from the Brave Dogs, counsel and the public

Concealing Forest Service officials training in those same applicable laws

Deliberately cheating those same laws, to the benefit of CHEVRON

These incriminating documents, taken together, indicate a pervasive and organized criminal network represented in government officials, working on behalf of CHEVRON for the purpose of deliberately counterfeiting compliance to law, going to the highest levels of the United States at Washington DC. This particular criminal event was organized and run out of the Northern Region One Headquarters of the United States Forest Service at Missoula, Montana, and implemented via the Great Falls, Montana, offices of the Lewis and Clark National Forest.

These documents were incorporated into administrative appeal when the CHEVRON (and FINA) permits to drill were approved in what amounted to a ‘rubber stamp’ process at the Northern Region One Headquarters at Missoula. This appeal stopped the project in its tracks. The quandary of coving up the criminal network was accomplished by bureaucratic fiat, when the FBI declined to become involved (I personally briefed an agent who reviewed the documentation and acknowledged their substance but claimed he had no authorization to act and referred to the United States Attorney (United States Department of Justice) office at Billings, Montana, whom he stated were very well aware of the issues), after the United States Department of Agriculture Inspector General declined to investigate, the USDA Inspector General’s office saying they would not become involved on the pretext of the issue had already been raised in the administrative appeals process. Because the government (and Chevron) did not dare to allow the documents into the federal court record, where they would be put in front of a judge (or judges, on appeals in court litigation), a political deal involving lease swaps was engineered by United States Senator Max Baucus with CHEVRON and CHEVRON backed out. When I personally managed to place the incriminating documents into the hands of (recently new) Forest Service Chief Floyd Thomas, he attempted to close down the Northern Region One Headquarters and move those operations to Denver, where they ‘would fall under closer supervision.’ It took the efforts of two United States Senators, Max Baucus and Conrad Burns, to reverse this.

Note 1) REDACTED

Note 2) Two attorneys briefing the government side (Forest Service) on Native legal issues during this period, John Yoo & Jay Bybee, would later become infamous as Bush ‘torture lawyers’ in association with Condoleezza Rice. Condoleezza Rice, in turn, has had (previous and post Bush regime) close association with CHEVRON.

Note 3) the Montana ‘Northern Region One’ headquarters has a long association with CIA, dating to the 1950s and still an active relationship into the 1970s and probably through 1980s and beyond, relating to air services, surplus property, and laundering aircraft used in agency gun running & rogue elements (black budget) international narcotics trafficking.

Note 4) Immediately following my investigative result in 1991, revealing the criminal ring inside government working for CHEVRON, the Veterans Administration suddenly, spuriously, diagnosed me as suffering “Psychosis.” I managed to undo this by independently having myself evaluated by the same medical center used by the VA to to study schizophrenia and came up clean.

Note 5) Following this, my VA records were reviewed by a ‘specialist’ from Washington, DC, and certain documents vanished, making it appear as though I had defrauded the VA. A hearing was scheduled, where I produced a copy of a missing critical document, necessary to my defense, and the hearing was cancelled on the spot and charges dismissed.

Note 6) In 1998 I resigned from employ with Mueller Law office on account of health issues.

In 2001, I relocated, from West Glacier, Montana, to Sandia Park, New Mexico. After, I had enrolled my youngest son in the East Mountain High School (a charter school), an accelerated learning institution, in the late Summer of 2005. This school happened to have significant ties to powerful personalities in the Albuquerque corporate military-industrial complex.

By late Fall, intense pressure had been initiated, in form of undue harassment, it would appear intended to make us quit the school.

I initiated a ‘pro se’ investigation, to uncover the core reason(s.) In the process of this, what had been uncovered by myself were:

Felonies tied to the school’s pattern and pervasive civil rights violations of minority students particularly, and other students, by undue influence of ultra right-wing, racist, ‘Christian Dominion’ personalities.

What appears on its face to be an American charter school (EMHS) with embedded intelligence agents employed as instructors.

The possible use of school sponsored ‘field trips abroad’ as cover for covert operations in Latin America and Europe.

Meanwhile I had caused a parallel investigation (late 2006 into Spring 2007) into the school’s illegal activities, by a member of the school’s governing council, Jim Healy, in regards to harassment of my son and myself. In the course of this second (parallel) investigation by governing council member Jim Healy, I was approached by another governing council member, David Walter, who informed me I was stepping on toes of members of “The Council on Foreign Relations” and warned me (a threat) “Do not dare involve attorneys.” Walter further stated any action to hold the school accountable “Had no chance” under any circumstance. In less than a year, a teacher (intelligence embed, almost certainly CIA) from the school, Vince Langan, was part of a team that attempted to ambush myself in Berlin.

With the East Mountain High School case unresolved, recently divorced, my home sold and my youngest off to college, I had left the USA, in July 2007, to attend a conference at Johannes Guttenberg University, at Mainz, Germany. I had no intention of returning to the USA in short term, realizing I’d made powerful, corrupt enemies, without adequate resources necessary to pursue closure of the charter school case. However in the meanwhile I’d indicated to persons associated with the school’s administration I had no intention of letting the case go. This produced following result:

On 3 October, 2007, I routinely scouted the geld automat (ATM or automatic teller machine) I typically used at the Johannes Thaler Chaucee mall, in the Berlin suburb of Britz. In the course of my (professional security training) assessment of whether there were any threat, I managed to trigger to action a team waiting in ambush at the ATM location. Because I was on to them before they realized they’d been compromised, I was further able to get a point blank visual identity of Vince Langan of East Mountain High School, one of the triggermen, in circumstance that both, allowed myself to escape and caused Langan to realized he’d been identified. Two weeks later, I had a second close encounter with attempted assassination, with persons unknown, on the number 7 underground.

I immediately (following morning) left Berlin for Lindau (Bodensee.)

Note 7) Tracking myself to an ATM location abroad required access to my banking information, which can be had with a so-called ‘National Security Letter.’ This points to corrupted FBI involvement.

Having left Berlin for Lindau in mid-October, I shortly arranged via third party (REDACTED) an invitation for German authorities to monitor my situation (“follow me and watch”) This was a deliberate ploy to trap what I believed (at that time) was attempted murder to silence a whistle-blower (myself) in relation to felonies committed by wealthy, corrupt personalities associated with East Mountain High School.

Two weeks later, when I was walking one early Sunday morning, 4 November, 2007, when few people were out and about, a silenced bullet fired by a rifle at long distance, narrowly missed and punched a hole in a parked car I was walking past.

Subsequently, on a Tuesday, 4 December, 2007, I understood I had picked up the German surveillance I had requested, when traveling to give a presentation to a class at (REDACTED), and German police swept the train I had taken, searching one passenger in my car, and asking for identity cards of everyone and interrogating everyone except myself.

Note 8) The high velocity projectile had hit the parked car I was walking past, with such force, it was clear from the sound, the projectile had punched through the metal of the vehicle body, ricocheted off of a retaining wall the car was in front of, and spun to a stop beneath the car. I returned to the location after some days, assessed the possibilities and it became clear the shot had been fired from long distance, from a natural rise (hillside) with good cover, at a distance of perhaps 500 meters.

I had moved to Limburg in the early Spring of 2008 and then to Wiesbaden (June), accepting the invitation of the University at Mainz, to teach a course (in English) on American Constitutional law (Summer semester.) This Summer of 2008 was an intense game of cat and mouse for myself, in relation to my would be assassins/stalkers. Of my several Wiesbaden encounters, the most notable events are:

My Motorola (Razer) cellphone with its’ t-mobile USA chip suddenly quit behaving normally, it no longer showed the ’t-mobile D’ (Germany) reception logo, no longer required international code to access my voice-mail in the USA, and in fact the screen appeared (and phone behaved) as though I actually were in the USA. It had been somehow patched around or through the German reception network and appears to have been used by American intelligence (NSA) to GPS my location in real time. I converted my phone to a German t-mobile pre-paid chip.

About the time I’d noticed this phone modification had happened, a glass pellet had been shot at myself while walking a crowded sidewalk on the North side (my area of residence) in Wiesbaden. I heard what sounded like a powerful spring mechanism release behind me, and turned to look, to see a man keenly observing myself as he walked out of the crowd (brown Stetson style hard felt hat, caring an attache case) and into the street, to cross the street and get away. He kept looking at me as though expecting something to happen. When I had returned to my apartment, sat at my desk and removed my knit hat, a very small glass pellet, appearing to be filled with an opaque liquid, had fallen out of my hat, onto my computer keyboard. This pellet had been captured intact by my knit hat, where it was rolled up at the back of my head. I carefully collected (without touching) the glass pellet into a small prescription medicine bottle with my name on it, and packed it with tissue paper as a safety precaution and sent it to analysis via (REDACTED)

Following this preceding incident, I noticed it appeared as though I were being scouted for purpose of establishing my routine habits (the GPS component apparently having been lost due to my phone conversion.)

One person etched into my memory, although I did not know who she was in the Summer of 2008, was then active CIA officer Sabrina De Sousa. She jumped out on account of her smirking at myself when passing on the street. She was clad partially in the casual clothing of South Asia, and gave me a knowing smile and expression that can only be considered remarkable, when encountered in a total stranger. This marked De Sousa in my memory.

Of the several attempts during this period, one attempt clearly resembled the technique employed in the ‘Imam rapito affair’, also known as the Abu Omar case, in which De Sousa was involved. I was returning from teaching class at Mainz, when I noticed an aberration (due to my training) in what otherwise would seem a normal and unremarkable event. A group of men dressed in the typical blue German workingman clothing, taking a break.

The circumstance jumped out at me as I approached for the following reasons; there was no conversation at all, they looked ‘posed’ (stiff, as if unfamiliar with acting), had American body language and what I would call ‘Delta Force’ physiques (the sort of body build you will typically encounter in hyper-physically trained special operations soldiers.) Other than clothing, they did not resemble German laborers at all. My route on the sidewalk would have taken me between what amounted to a close, half-circle of three of these ‘workers’, and the half-circle closed to the street by the open, sliding side door, to a white, windowless van with at least one occupant.

There was a fourth ‘worker’ sitting in the passenger seat (with door open) of a car pulled up closely behind the van, concealing the van’s identity plate from behind. He appeared to be a ‘backstop’ positioned in case I’d evaded or somehow came through the initial three poised to shove myself into the van. Clearly, it was expected I would walk between the half-circle and the van. I approached as if unconcerned, to get as close as possible for visual assessment and at the last moment, instead of continuing on the sidewalk into what certainly was a ‘snatch’ and ‘rendition’ trap (I could have been popped into the van and subdued in a matter of a few seconds, less than five seconds, certainly), I walked out into street and into possible oncoming traffic (and was lucky not to be run down by a car.) Evasion was simple.

The last attempt at Wiesbaden, was when the apartment I had been renting was to be advertised for new tenants. There was an immediate response from a couple living on the United States military base there. This German couple could not take the apartment over from me too soon, they were anxious to move in as soon as possible. He was from the former GDR, was a huge George Bush fan and worked for the American military in some undisclosed capacity (evasive), and she ran a florist business on base.

She shortly called me and stated she would like to bring some packages to leave at the apartment, the evening before I vacated (on a Friday), which raised an additional red flag. I simply said to call me on the preceding Tuesday and ask then, as I could not yet know if I would be home on the evening she wished to come over with the packages. I knew (and did not say) the landlord wished to make some renovations. I left the week preceding my vacancy date, and by the time she called, the apartment had been thoroughly gone through by the landlord and I been out of Wiesbaden for a week. When she asked if the packages could be brought over on Thursday, I replied “I am in Berlin, you will have to ask the landlord.” Her reaction was to shout “He’s in Berlin!” to her husband (co-conspirator) and then her husband launched into a tirade in German… with the German authorities having an open invitation to monitor all of my phone calls, I expect they discovered two Germans working for American intelligence.

Note 9) Without going into detail, I had set up a test during this period, following shutting down the GPS of my phone, by confiding to a close confidant via Skype, technique I expected might work to take me down and succeed in assassination of myself. This was the next technique tried but I was ready for it, saw the circumstance developing and foiled the attempt.

Note 10) I will mention here, I had nearly one full year on the job training (1974-1975) in military special operations intelligence (19th Special Forces Group) with some of the most experienced of that era, and furthermore, I am highly trained in asymmetrical counter-intelligence, concerning technique I am not at liberty to discuss. However oblique reference may be made to this second instance, with referring the reader to this study: ‘Unconventional Human Intelligence Support’ by Commander L. R. Bremseth, United States Navy, 28 April 2001, Marine Corps War College.

Note 11) REDACTED

Note 12) I lost specific timeline notations from this period and going forward, due to a future failure of my laptop and resultant data loss. After the data loss event, I did not resume the habit of keeping notes on much of my experiences but am able to reconstruct some important events timeline with other records.

Note 13) By late 2008, I had realized this was no simple attempted murder case to cover up a school’s corruption, but was something by far bigger. My resolve was to take it as far as I could, in the hope of my being surveilled by German police to now, particularly, would lead to breaking the larger picture of clandestine effort in attempted assassination of myself, into the light of day. At this point I did not actually expect to survive, but was determined to do as much damage as possible to the criminal element, through exposure via the clandestine arrangement of monitoring of myself.

After several weeks stay in Berlin, in December 2008 I relocated to Catalonia, Spain, renting an apartment in the town of San Feliu de Guixols.

My stay in Spain was intense, but I will limit my notations to a few extraordinary events.

The Spanish domestic intelligence communicated with me directly, to let me know they had picked up monitoring my circumstance. How this was communicated (including direct ‘thank you’, among other events, on several occasions) is perhaps best described using this early example: I had a remarkable encounter with a woman in a grocery store adjacent to my apartment. It was like a Woody Allen scene in a movie. Only a few days later, this precise scene was caused to be reenacted with myself by another woman who had accosted me in different store. Clearly, she had studied security video of the earlier encounter and this second encounter closely mimicked the first encounter, to let me know I was monitored.

It was while I was in Spain in 2009, CIA officer Sabrina De Sousa sued the USA for diplomatic immunity over her role in the ‘Imam rapito affair’ or the ‘Abu Omar case’, this broke into the news with her photo in online media (New York Times) and I immediately recognized De Sousa as the smirking woman I’d encountered in Wiesbaden the previous Summer. While monitoring the AP Wire (RSS feed) I also picked up a statement attributed to Italian defendant, General Nicolò Pollari, to the effect ‘Condoleezza Rice had been personally overseeing the renditions team in this case.’ He wished to subpoena Rice in his defense.

This is when the larger picture of my own circumstance first began to make real sense. If Condoleezza Rice had been ‘personally overseeing’ a renditions team that included Sabrina De Sousa, this indicated my case was not only about East Mountain High School but had ties going back to the Badger-Two Medicine case of the Blackfeet Brave Dogs Society, CHEVRON, and the Bush Sr administration. Rice’s career path has been from CHEVRON board director to Bush Jr National Security Adviser to Secretary of State (The United States Department of State is Siamese twin to the CIA) and back to CHEVRON, post Bush era. Coincidental to this, two attorneys preparing legal memos on Native American rights cited by the Forest Service in the Badger-Two Medicine case, John Yoo and Jay Bybee, had since become infamous as renditions related Bush ‘torture lawyers.’

In June of 2009, related to these new developments, I had made a brief trip to Berlin to secure the defunct NGO ‘Association for the Support of the North American Indians’ file on the Blackfeet Brave Dogs, which I knew would include incriminating, related documentation. I personally went through the file to ascertain there was a complete record of documentation on the CHEVRON criminal ring previously encountered in the Bush Sr administration (it was all there) and arranged the entire file to be sent on to (REDACTED), which was done.

Date unknown (data loss) a second silenced bullet narrowly missed, fired from a high rise in S’garo, as I walked from the suburb of S’garo, across the rise into San Feliu de Guixols. This event occurred as I passed a construction site where a stone strewn bank caused the the missed high velocity projectile to ricochet. The pedestrian in front of myself jerked his head in the direction of the bullet striking the stone, it could not be ignored.

24 October 2009, I avoided being deliberately run over by a new, red, rental car, by two dark complected males whose arms were covered in gang tattoos.

20 Feb 2010, I surprised former CIA ‘Cowboy’ Gary Berntsen (now in private contracting) at the Hotel Barcarola reception desk in S’garo, it was between 7 & 8AM, as he was checking his hit team into the hotel. We were caught on security camera together.

Gary’s initially had a stunned blank look, which became an expression as though he’d been busted with his hand in the cookie jar and wished he could crawl under a rock as I stood inches from him, literally rubbing elbows, his bodyguard just stood there staring at me with a stunned, stupid look in circumstance that completely blew their cover, I couldn’t help myself, I had to laugh at them on my way out the door. I gave them about six hours head start before posting the fact of that morning’s encounter online, where Spanish domestic intelligence looked for updates on my encounters. Berntsen & Associates were smart to flee.

On the 5th of July 2010 I spent about half an hour visiting with two very polite regional policemen [Mossos] at my door. What the policemen said, was interesting. The police copied my passport information, questioned me about details that would confirm my identity, reported in with their radio my name, my information and had me sign a statement to the effect I had lived in my present apartment “for more or less one year, to be provided to the judge” who wanted to confirm the identity of the person lived in my apartment. I made no secret of the fact I was unregistered in Spain, and I made it clear I had no intention of registering with immigration or applying for residency. The police assured me my staying in Spain was not a problem and they had no interest in anything other than confirming my identity for the judge.

It was about this time I am fairly certain I had been poisoned. I had one day, after eating out, suddenly suffered a copious sweat without fever and after, my health took a downward spiral. That and the fact Judge Baltasar Garzon had been recently been removed from the bench in Spain under immense pressure from the USA in a corrupt and politicized process (I had followed Judge Garzon’s case closely), together with the Popular Party taking power, I felt made my stay in Spain untenable. I returned to Berlin in August.

Note 14) Summer period of 2009 had since vanished from all my online email records, beginning shortly after I had this published this following letter of 18 February 2009 online, posted on 3 June 2009. Most of June, all of July and August went missing, and much more to early 2010, 4 accounts, 3 google and 1 yahoo. This coupled with my previously having been tracked via my Wells Fargo Debit Card (ATM use) and by T-Mobile USA cell employing GPS .. all point to accessing my various accounts, inclusive of phone, banking, and email accounts, via National Security Letter and law enforcement complicit in tracking me for purpose of attempted assassination in exile. The letter I had made public on 3 June:

18 February 2009
From: Ronald West
To: Federal Bureau of Investigation
Greetings FBI
I am asking a copy of this mail be placed in my file, also that a true and complete copy be forwarded to Glen Fine at the Office of the Inspector General for the United States Department of Justice-
Based on my experiences of the past 3-1/2 or so years, I request the following:

An investigation into/and comprehensive review of any related investigations which granted any agency of the United States, to include your own, access (via National Security Letter or ANY means, e.g. Executive Order or legal memorandum bypassing the ‘FISA’ court, etcetera) to my personal information (particularly to my whereabouts via ATM banking records and (GPS) cell phone, email and conversations on ‘skype’) which may have led to my several experience including but not means limited to:

In Berlin, Germany of being stalked at Johannesthalerchaucee Mall (area of Britz Sud) in very close and tense circumstance by Vince Langan (or what appeared to be his identical twin) of East Mountain High School (Sandia Park, NM) together with accomplice on 3 October 2007-
How that may relate to a few weeks later a silenced bullet narrowly missed me and punched a hole in a vehicle I was walking past at Lindau, Germany-

Under what circumstance further stalkings and what appear to be assassination attempt relating to my t-mobile phone being patched directly through to the t-mobile usa network while I was in the greater Frankfurt region, Limburg and Weisbaden, particularly in late March-early April 2008, bypassing ‘t-mobile-D’, screen showing and phone behaving just as though I were in the USA, and any relationship of that to the preceding-

And related to all of the above, review the activities of (REDACTED) as to whether or not she is or has been an asset of yours or any agency of the USA or has been in a quid pro quo relationship with yours or any agency of the USA or in any capacity or related investigations or actions going to the preceeding paragraphs, cooperated in any investigation or related action concerning me directly or indirectly, with her befriending myself for the purpose at any point in any investigation, of soliciting enough information to implicate but in fact negligently and mistakenly implicate me, short of soliciting enough information to clear me, relating to any actions and/or existing referals of yours or of any USA agency, or any person relating to any such investigations, actions or agencies- impacting my Social Security Benefits in such a way as to effectively use official capacity to bring me into the jurisdiction of the USA or otherwise tamper with my freedom of movement or any other impact on my civil liberties in a ‘R.I.C.O.’ like criminal enterprize, or under any other circumstance related to the preceeding paragraphs, cause undue review of my social security file constituting harassment and hardship in my or my family members lives-

And request the Inspector General for the United States Department of Justice independently inquire of the appropriate authorities in the Federal Republic of Germany as to any known facts of any investigations which may have been or are ongoing relating to any/all of the preceding.
I am BCC copying this communication to two attorneys, one in the USA and one in Germany. These are NOT my attorneys of record. I am copying them because they are discreet men I trust as possessing the highest possible ethical standards and I want a record of this mail in the hands of trusted 3rd parties- which includes any lawful authority, attorney or other person they may, in their discretion, additionally decide it is appropriate to place copies with.

Sincerely
Ronald Thomas West

This letter (above) was not rejected by the FBI mail server, sent to albuquerque@fbi.gov but it was not long after, I began receiving this following response to mails copied to the FBI at Albuquerque (I had, up to then, copied the FBI on my activities)

—– The following addresses had permanent fatal errors —–
<albuquerque@fbi.gov>
(reason: 550 #5.1.0 Address rejected sylvia.maruffi@ic.fbi.gov)

—– Transcript of session follows —–
… while talking to ic.fbi.gov.:
RCPT To:<sylvia.maruffi@ic.fbi.gov>
<<< 550 #5.1.0 Address rejected sylvia.maruffi@ic.fbi.gov
550 5.1.1 <albuquerque@fbi.gov>… User unknown

This (preceding) indicates my mails had been previously routed through to a ‘Sylvia Maruffi’ who appears to have been removed and her address at the Albuquerque office cancelled or changed.

In an unrelated Albuquerque Federal Court pleading that had been posted online by a litigant in May of 2009, I found the following statement:

“.. the situation being reviewed by Sylvia MARUFFI an FBI Investigative Analyst”

This clearly points to FBI Agent Sylvia Maruffi assigned to investigating myself up to the time of the letter sent to the FBI Albuquerque office on 18 February 2009 and Maruffi clearly being a ‘person of interest’ in relation to persistent attempted murders (of myself.) Incidental to this, the FBI has never acknowledged my (emailed) letter of 18 February 2009, although they were clearly in receipt of this communication.

I lived in Berlin from September 2010 through July of 2012. Of several incidents over this period, this one stands out:

While living in Charlottenberg (Berlin) during July 2011, I had my 1st experience with intelligence agencies using proselytizing evangelicals as cover for an assassin team. I’ve puzzled a bit over whether “Jews for Jesus” were a MOSSAD or joint MOSSAD/CIA venture but by now I’ve settled on MOSSAD. It was a Wayne Madsen article had pointed out the CIA had used missionaries in the past, in Latin America particularly, but Jews for Jesus are an altogether different animal. In Berlin, no one is going to poke their nose into the business of any Jew, it is a perfect (the MOSSAD must think) cover. This appeared to be another case of ‘quid pro quo’ (previous ‘quid pro quo’ by MOSSAD in the attempt made on the U7 line in Berlin, 14 October, 2007) or one nation’s agency intelligence acting on behalf of another nation’s intelligence agency, this is not at all unusual.

It is a double blind deniability built into operations, evangelical Christians posing as Jews. Four out of five or perhaps nine out of ten of these so-called “Jews for Jesus” are deceived and unsuspecting evangelicals simply trying to convince people to be ‘saved.’ They are flown in from around the world in shifts volunteering time as missionaries and are conveniently on hand to locate to any area where a hit operation is meant to take place.

The target is supposed to get used to seeing them in his/her area and this is supposed to produce a complacency surrounding the missionaries while your habits are studied, which U-Bahn (underground) you take and most regular times. By the time any target is used to and ignoring “Jews for Jesus”, with routines established, the unsuspecting proselytizing members are replaced with kill teams from MOSSAD wearing ‘Jews for Jesus” shirts and the target (the theory must go) will not notice he/she has been marked going into the subway where a most ‘unchristian’ poison needle is a heart-attack inducing prick in the crowd that cannot be easily picked out of security video and so it is one more joins the people who drop dead of natural causes everyday, it’s that simple. Except when it is not that simple, as when the target is onto what is going on, because the intelligence agency is stupid.

When Americans flown in from the Midwest Bible Belt have been replaced by Israelis whose general demeanor, facial expression and body language is top to bottom different from the duped evangelicals (who should not, after-all, be surprised that actual Jews would be involved with their organization), it is not going to be missed by someone with my level of training. It was in Charlottenberg, I noticed it a couple of Israelis studying my habits, while it was Americans covered the larger public area I frequented, for a few days, and then it was Israelis had staked out my U-Bahn entry. I entered, but instead of going down a 2nd level and taking the train, I walked out another entrance, as though I was using the U-Bahn station as a method to cross an intersection without having to deal with above ground traffic lights and ‘walk’ signals, while watching for any tail I might pick up and sure enough… a tall Israeli in civilian clothes (no ‘Jews for Jesus’ shirt) reversed direction and emerged behind me but I was ready for this, and had positioned myself with back to wall at an outdoor café table, sandwiched between people also facing him with backs to wall and he could not hit me with his needle without giving himself away. Totally the wrong crowded scene, it was my advantage, not his. He stupidly studied my circumstance for a minute, hesitating, starting to leave, stopping to study again, wondering what to do while obviously completely out of sorts, gave up and left as I’d been looking steadily and directly at him and him at myself.

In August 2012, I moved to a small village in in the south of Germany.

Note 15) It was August, 2011, (REDACTED), who’d mostly gone out of contact with myself after I’d hand delivered the glass pellet captured by my hat in Wiesbaden, to be delivered for analysis, and followed on with delivering the incriminating Badger-Two Medicine file to him, came into contact just long enough to make excuse to terminate our close association (he accused me of writing “Hate” in reference to my satire compositions) of nearly twenty years. My impression is (REDACTED) had lost his nerve.

In November 2012, I visited Berlin and had a close encounter with a would be assassin on the U7 underground (3rd U7 attempt over 5 years), and this incident was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.

By now, with 5+ years of German domestic authorities aware of and/or following my odyssey, with no action taken to pursue justice, no arrests, and no prosecutions, I came to realize there likely would be no action whatsoever taken, so long as a USA sycophant, conservative government ruled in Germany. After some period of reflection, I resolved to push back at the German government. I devised a legal strategy to bring a heat against Germany in the International Criminal Court for aiding and abetting the USA in crimes that the USA could not be prosecuted directly for, as the USA does not belong to the Rome Statute creating the court. I also resolved to push information on Christian extremism at the Pentagon, material I’d gained in informal cooperation with the Military Religious Freedom Foundation (since June, 2008), on German parliamentarians, together with the copious anti-Semitic hate mail directed against the foundation, provided to myself by Mikey Weinstein, MRFF president. These efforts began from my hideout in Southern Germany, in 2013.

Note 16) According to a Washington Post investigative report in 2011, “some 1,271 government organizations and 1,931 private companies work on programs related to counterterrorism, homeland security and intelligence in about 10,000 locations across the United States. An estimated 854,000 people, nearly 1.5 times as many people as live in Washington, D.C., hold top-secret security clearances.”

This is bolstered by a bloomberg.com article: “Thousands of technology, finance and manufacturing companies are working closely with U.S. national security agencies, providing sensitive information and in return receiving benefits that include access to classified intelligence, four people familiar with the process said. These programs, whose participants are known as trusted partners, extend far beyond what was revealed by Edward Snowden, a computer technician who did work for the National Security Agency”

Additionally, the US Congressional watchdog GAO [Government Accounting Office] reports as a result of faulty data, US intelligence agencies: “are not well-positioned to assess the potential effects of relying on contractor personnel”

And then, a US Army Intelligence Officer stated to Buzzfeed: “I think if we had the chance, we would end it very quickly.” [USA intelligence would like to find Snowden] “Just casually walking on the streets of Moscow, coming back from buying his groceries. Going back to his flat and he is casually poked by a passerby. He thinks nothing of it at the time starts to feel a little woozy and thinks it’s a parasite from the local water. He goes home very innocently and next thing you know he dies in the shower.”

In fact most of the unlisted events (in this chronology) experienced by myself had to do with evading stalkers whose behaviors profiled for action as described in the paragraph preceding.

This points to the utter corruption of American intelligence, where a corrupt Pentagon, that has thrown the rule of law under the bus, and associated corrupt corporate personalities (e.g. Christian extremists Condoleezza Rice and former NATO Supreme Commander & Obama National Security Adviser General James Jones, in association with CHEVRON) can access top secret material via the Pentagon’s NSA (National Security Agency) for essentially any purpose they please, up to and inclusive of assassination.

2013 was mostly uneventful, relating to attempts on my life, working from my South German safe house. I managed to file the complaint with the International Criminal Court against Germany (presently on hold while the court waits for me to provide further information), and initiated a campaign to educate the German parliamentarians on the Pentagon led Christian extremism infecting NATO. In September 2013, I relocated to Leipzig. In December 2013, I left Germany to live with my girlfriend in (REDACTED.) We registered as living together and three weeks after, I was presented with an Ministry of Interior order expelling myself from the country. The order is in force throughout the European Union and consequently I am under daily threat of deportation to the USA. It is utterly immoral to force myself to seek political asylum in this circumstance but in fact that is precisely what may be required, in this ongoing travesty of justice where institutions of law have refused to move against the criminals I have exposed to the authorities.

The result of what I have named ‘alpha’ investigation is clear.

Corporate organized crime in the military-industrial complex fused with institutions in NATO and rogue elements in intelligence agencies (with the beyond Orwellian twist of ‘Christian Dominionism’ thrown in), together form an international ‘deep state’ dedicated to the subversion and eventual overthrow and/or control of western democratic institutions. The German government and law enforcement is now fully aware of ‘alpha’ elements that have operated exterior to the parameters of law in Germany. Incidental to this, alpha’s operational command and control centered in the USA has had the German political establishment intimidated at the highest levels.

With the German government well aware of all the necessary facts concerning ‘alpha’, from police at the local level to the top politicians in Germany, there is really little more to accomplish. The ‘alpha’ investigative result cannot stay swept under the rug indefinitely, too many people now know what is happening, and ultimately, I have little control over when it breaks into the open or how it will develop subsequently. This will have to do with any remaining institutions concerning the rule of law which have not yet been co-opted by the criminal enterprise behind ‘alpha.’ It is the undeniable responsibility of these institutions to take the information developed surrounding ‘alpha’ forward; towards restoration of an authentic constitutional order.

Note 17) In Germany, where there is no hesitation to arrest and prosecute Islamic terror cells bent on conspiracy to murder, four successive German Interior ministers have failed to act against the same behaviors when conducted by, or on behalf of, Christian extremists in American intelligence and associated corrupt personalities pursuing crimes on German soil. Those German Interior ministers, in order of tenure, are:

Wolfgang Schäuble, 22 November 2005 to 28 October 2009

Thomas de Maizière, 28 October 2009 to 3 March 2011

Hans-Peter Friedrich, 3 March 2011 to 17 December 2013

Thomas de Maizière, 17 December 2013 to present (2nd term)

-Ronald Thomas West, February 2014

Post script note would be, the case for Montana Blackfeet sacred lands and the New Mexico East Mountain charter school were coincidental but ultimately convergent; crossing common or related interests in the military-industrial complex.

Assassination attempt in Berlin

Assassination attempt in Catalonia

Deep State I Background

Deep State II FBI complicity

Deep State III CIA narcotics trafficking

Deep State IV NATO & Gladio

Deep State V Economics & counter-insurgency

Deep State VI Opus Dei & Christian Dominion

Deep State VII The Coe Cult & ‘The Donald’ Election Scam

Deep State VIII Pentagon Papers, CIA and the Lie of Daniel Ellsberg

GLADIO

Profits of War The Israeli connection

Fear of Minor Debris On 9/11

Tags Abu Omar, Badger Two Medicine, Baltasar Garzon, Blackfeet Crazy Dogs, CHEVRON, Condoleezza Rice, David Walter, East Mountain High School, Eurpopean Union, Floyd Heavyrunner, Gary Berntsen, Germany, Hall Creek, Hans Peter Friedrich, Imam rapito affair, Jim Healy, Military Religious Freedom Foundation, political asylum, Sabrina De Sousa, Spain, Thomas de Maizière, Wolfgang Schäuble

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A Coward Named Machismo

May 10, 2013 //

Observations on Spanish ‘machismo’ made at Sant Feliu de Guixols and surrounds, January 2009 through August 2010

Many of the western culture’s males are sublimely accomplished liars in their expression. One really good indicator of the western male character you wish to assess, is to observe his woman’s expression.

I was walking and noticed a little kid, about 2 ½ years old, stopped to jump up and down from sheer joy of life. This was importune because the more important adult did not wish to be annoyed in the slightest in his desire to walk with some great dignity? His important appointment? He paused only long enough to grab his little boy by the arm and smack his butt, bringing hurt to a once joyful child’s expression and of course tears as the child was instructed to dutifully march after.

The man’s expression? Normal throughout. As though this were a regular guy you’d have no concern to meet and become acquainted. His wife? Silent, but with hurt and pained expression, the lines of her face increasingly permanent from habit. A hypocritical male dignity imposing a great indignity upon the human spirit.

She can say nothing or likely he beats her, behind closed door. She will not age gracefully, her beauty sacrificed to stress in a slavery to machismo, where a rule of male hierarchy in too many case gives lip service to the rights of women, nothing more. Her son, the little boy, will be as his father before him, his mother capitulated and he becomes the violence of the man who owns her, his future wife and daughters will be bond servants, mortgaged to violence.

I do notice some things. For four months there had been an attractive woman, a single mom, minding her own business, raising kids… nothing remarkable, there are many good looking women in Spain, and other than to notice her and other ‘cliff dwellers’, the unavoidable life observed from my rooftop had been mostly uneventful.

After four months, it seemed overnight, she turned into a harpy, a super-bitch and terrorist of her children. I puzzled on that for a couple of days, an event one cannot ignore, wondering why this sudden onslaught of what should not be dismissed as PMS (a favorite ploy of men), and the reason became manifest: there was now a man in her life. She had scored her Playgirl magazine model. This follows on my observing another (neighboring) family in a circumstance of domestic violence, I decidedly noticed women who are beaten or otherwise abused or put down by their men, take it out on the kids, they terrorize their children in turn.

The kids already are acting out at an age that simply is amazing. The little girl already screaming out at every move her older brother makes, that was not noticed before, she is not yet old enough to talk much and he is not much older than that. This phenomena had been nearly immediate, the onset within a mere week or two. This must become the shadow boxing I have observed in the male teens, when walking the Rambla or the beach boardwalks in my vicinity, thinking to myself the beautiful young girl is going to be beaten by her boyfriend who is mock threatening her with his fists, by this age numbed to violence as a woman, she puts up with it passively, dismissively or in a very superficially annoyed way.. neither leaving nor decisively facing the boy down.

She will set out to be conquered as a social expectation, as I have observed in lovers a few years older, where in full public view, lying on the sand, she submits to a virtual rape with a weak appearance of resistance as he pins her down with his arms and body, in a simulated violence mocking the act of making love. Children will, of course, more often than not come after, and the cycle must begin again… an ever growing phenomena

One interesting thing to me, is these women, although they have a sort of awareness, they must, because of not only observable anger, but also guilt and shame (you can observe these as well), do not actually think about their circumstance in a frontal way. Otherwise they would not be caught in such a circumstance, or at least one must suspect this would be the case. Follows the thought, why would it be any surprise these women fear men, or simply do not like them, the eye contact is not often friendly and often not friendly at all, most women are simply afraid to meet you with the eyes, yet it occurs to me the men many of these women must be acquainted with are as great a threat as any stranger. A Native American woman, Fee Tenkiller, observed:

“A culture based on machismo is one of a complex matrix of social fears. The man fears not being manly enough, so he dominates the women in his life. The woman fears the violence of the man, while also fearing she is not adequate as a woman if she does not have a man. She learns to be manipulative, alternately playing passive and aggressive roles. He learns to threaten and lie. It all comes out in pain and libido through a dance of sound, fury, and violence real and pretended. The fears themselves are interweavings of anger and frustration taken out in rape masked as “love,” hits and punishment masked as “order,” and a general insanity masked as “normal.” Like a row of falling dominos it doesn’t stop with just one strike, but continues on through the family, through the neighborhood, from man to man, man to woman, child to child, and child to dog”

I could not say it better and the juxtaposition is interesting.

There are cultural vestiges, only that, the young Native American girls becoming interested in boys still initiate negotiations which can be face saving if there is not an interest.. a small piece of a world where women, primarily, had initiated relationships and encountered little fear of abuse coming at the hands of men… it did not often happen… and would not be tolerated for long because the people there did not pretend they could not see. And Native men were possessed of a courage and knowledge that is yet much misunderstood in the civilization of Columbus who represented a different class of men, men who were absolutely amazed at the respect accorded women in the ‘new world.’

The church would have none of that… the Native kids were introduced to rampant abuse in the prisons called boarding schools, slave labored, starved, beaten and raped (the boys particularly) into Christians, and they all were taught women are dirty because they caused sin and for that, women all should be virgins.. I simply don’t understand the church idea of women as dirty AND virgins.. perhaps temple virgins would make more sense.. if virgin for virgin’s sake makes any sense at all.. boys whoring around in their youth does not seem to make men dirty… in so far as those things go.. some boys never grow up.

It was in Girona I saw the beautiful young woman with her dog on a leash, sitting on a bench waiting.. for what or who, I do not know.. her dog, a Boxer, drooled on her shoe and drew a slap in the face and the epithet “Whore!” It would be amazing to me if it were the same woman, but after a few days, I was standing having a smoke while waiting for my bus adjacent to a train station. The station had an upper level on supports with an elevator, both upper and lower level were open and visible, simply an elevated platform with the tracks above.

The beautiful young woman had her dog and her baggage and was preparing to take the elevator down, the dog, a Boxer, stepped inside while the woman was distracted with her luggage and the elevator door closed on the Boxer, and the dog alone went down… while the woman above beat on the closed elevator door with her fists shouting VERY loudly: “WHORE!!” I suspect that is NOT her dog’s name.

The dog stepped out of the elevator at the bottom and turned and obediently waited.. the woman came down, grabbed the Boxer’s leash and except for a certain something in her posture, moved on as though nothing had happened…

This male role model surrounds me, unseen by the women who live under a cruelty as though they do not realize they are in some sense already dead.

On the Rambla during holidays, or on the beachfront, or any of the places you may wish to sit in the out of doors in a public place, kids with fireworks have no care for the old man or woman, they walk along and toss their small bombs indiscriminately as their parents look on, nothing matters except the child’s pleasure, a reflection of a fathers attitude.. and if you seem irritated the child has made his explosions nearly in your face, driving you away, the woman perhaps behaves a bit embarrassed but the man acts as though he were almighty god, glaring at and daring you to say something.

I was amazed to see a young man in his twenties go to great lengths to torture a sick pigeon.. the bird was obviously weak and desperate.. the young man jumped over the wall bordering the walkway on the beach and kicked sand at the bird with obvious pleasure, each time the sick bird flew a few feet and was chased down again and again to have sand kicked in its face. I thought it was the act of a depraved individual but I was wrong, it is the act of an entire culture, because on another day I was sitting in a park feeding the pigeons when the respectable looking family on a walk in my proximity saw their young male child, only the male, not the daughters, suddenly break away to kick sand in the face of the pigeons I was feeding, the dirt was kicked into my face as well, the child was so enabled of his behavior, there was no necessity whatsoever to notice his surrounding, to take stock, to consider the consequence of his actions, to care for the peace of his neighbor.

His mother was embarrassed, she whined to her son in the most helpless way, that he should consider the consequence of his action, and although I clearly could hear her, it was as though she were a mute to the male child, he had no consideration for her voice, as though she were some ornament in his life destined only for attention when he desired a pleasure. The father walked on as though he had a stick up his ass, saying nothing but giving that look of ‘I’ll kick your ass if you dare say anything to embarrass me’ ..not a word was said by this man said to correct his male child for inflicting indignity on an old man, a stranger, reinforcing to his male child the woman’s appearance of unimportance and helplessness with her mute admonition.

On another day I was sitting by the water when a group of mentally disabled were brought to the beach by their woman care givers. The young retarded man was kicking water into the face of his sister as though she were a pigeon, the women caring for the group helplessly whining at him to stop, as unimportant to him as though they were the wives of the males preceding. The beauty in spirit of the young retarded woman was injured, her joy at the beach and water destroyed, her tears and heartbreak unimportant, no one thought to comfort her or, more truthfully, no one of her women caregivers was willing to be embarrassed with an admission of their helplessness to prevent the hurt inflicted with moving in public to comfort her, a chauvinist imposed restriction they must be, with their shame and embarrassment, only subconsciously aware of.

It was not far away at all, on another day on the beachfront walkway, sitting on a bench I witnessed a male child with an inner tube beating his sister. He was probably 12 years old, she was perhaps 14. The young male did not care to notice he nearly knocked an old woman passerby over, and forcing other people on their walks to detour his violence, he swung his large rubber doughnut in wide arcs with much force, his sister laughing bravely at the blows to her body.

When he managed a blow to her head and had knocked her off balance, she went down on the paving stones with legs spread wide and he not hesitate to deliver, with obvious satisfaction, the most forceful blow he could muster, directly to her vagina. Her laughs and expression were now truly pained and I did (because of the mother studiously ignoring) what no passerby dared, I confronted the young man with his behavior. When I approached, he actually seemed to expect praise at his demonstrations of male superiority. When I told him he really was NOT a nice person, his face drew back in the most unimaginable and incredible expression of stunned stupidity as he said “Huh?” The sudden rise and sharply genuine quality of his sister’s laughter was a great reward.

Then there was the extended family at a sidewalk café, fashionable and social, all ignoring the older brother punching his young sister strapped in her stroller, her cries ignored as though as natural as a birds sounds in nature.

I saw a woman die of a murder and if she had broken free of machismo’s grip over her survival instinct, perhaps myself or someone else could have helped her and she would be alive. But she is dead and there was nothing to be done for her because she refused to help herself and trust the goodwill of any one or two of the many people in her vicinity, myself included, the legacy of her culture…

I was waiting on a train at platform 14 at Barcelona Sants, I’d bought a paper and was reading while seated on a bench in the station. A young couple approached, well dressed fashionable people, she was clearly agitated, extremely… he seemed expressionless… she chose to sit next to me, he followed and sat by her on her other side and she did not like it, it was obvious. Her expression looked like a Van Gogh or El Greco ‘terror in the asylum’ painting if such a thing can be etched on the human face without a scream. I noticed and minded my own business because she was not overtly or vocally indicating distress. I only wondered at that moment, why people get themselves into and stay together in relationships that obviously are stressed to point of fear and loathing, it seemed I’d seen this many times observing the Spanish people. I went back to my reading. She stood up and moved away probably 10 feet, he followed and they were standing there together for a what seemed like a few minutes, I had glanced up when she had moved away from me and was then reading again.

Like a small girls voice “eeeeeeeee” I looked up as she lurched away from him, she made eye contact with me as blood erupted from her nose and mouth and she took two or three small steps directly towards me, and collapsed and died, he’d stabbed her and his knife must have found her heart, it was that fast… I did not initially see the knife (it was in her back) but I didn’t think she lurched away from him and dropped dead like that from Ebola Virus, as there was no sound of a shot.

He then kneeled over her and from that moment acted as though he had only love for her with prayers… while I’m trying to ask a woman for the Spanish ‘emergency’ phone number (she was too freaked out to be helpful, someone else made the call), and two men who were also close to the event and had a different angle or view, reacted (after some moments hesitation) with trying to help a [clearly] dead woman with her now praying killer kneeling right there.

Having no fluency in the local language, I stayed away deciding I would be more hindrance than help, at any rate, having been to war, it was pretty clear to me she was already dead and they would sort that fact soon enough.

An attempt at CPR was not a pleasing result (a graphic imagination will paint that picture) and quickly abandoned, a policeman arrived, determined she was indeed dead and the ‘man in prayer’ was directly and emphatically pointed out (extended arms with forefingers pointed straight to the bowed head inches away) to the policeman when the policeman asked (I presume, I did not understand the Catalan) the other two men who’d also been close to the event and tried to assist the woman, who had killed her?

Was her killer’s machismo so important to possessing this trophy (her physical beauty) that he had felt compelled to murder her, because she obviously wanted away from him… and then he supposedly loves her with tender attention when she is dead, and with prayer? NO EMOTION, only this sanctimonious kneeling posture… this is something I just don’t understand, I doubt I ever will.

Paramedics had now arrived and were waiting together with the policeman, it seemed as though, for the killer’s prayers to be finished, although in actuality they would have been waiting for a gurney to remove her body or, perhaps in some sense it was both, as my train arrived and it seemed there was nothing else to do but get on. I boarded the train with a couple of dozen horrified people and the scene was left behind as though we had left on a cinema spaceship. The story is surreal, as in the maxim ‘The truth is stranger than fiction.’

I am the last person this dying woman ever clearly saw, as she took her last steps while making eye contact with me and collapsed and died less than six feet away, my having been at that moment closer to her than anyone other than her killer. Her expression communicated a sense of ‘Look at this, why didn’t you help me?’

Suppose she had said something, ASKED for help, said something like ‘get this man away from me’… put her shin swiftly to his crotch and run, while shouting ‘he is after me to kill me’, done ANYTHING to save herself from what in retrospect was clearly demonstrated in her expression of terror, she knew she was going to die, she knew this guy was there to kill her. WHY DID SHE DO NOTHING?

For the fact of her Spanish upbringing, fear was her killer before the guy ever stuck his knife in her back. She should have made some effort to survive, this woman who’d clearly trusted the wrong man and consequently could not trust a stranger or, one could say she could not trust herself to ask a stranger for help, literally, to save her own life. So, my question for these women would be why live in fear? Why die of fear? Because of fear you have no life already. I am not the only one to notice. As a young man from Chile had after volunteered to me: “In Spain, the men kill their women.”

Dedicated to Mel Gibson

Tags domestic violence, gynophobia, Latin, machismo, misogyny, murder, rape, Spain, violence against women

Categories crime, culture, male hierarchy, psychology, social responsibility

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