I am thinking Gates and Kerry might be friends.
It is possibly through their wives that the friendship more closely exists, I am not sure. Melinda Gates and Theresa Heintz are both Catholic women and my email account block from Microsoft, occurred right after it was announced President Obama was electing John Kerry to be the head of Department of State.
My primary email account, that I've had since at least 2005 and probably earlier than that, is being blocked by Microsoft and it contains evidence and my legal files.
This blocking of my account, despite my giving them letters to prove my ID, occurs after the Sterling and Kerry families somehow involved themselves in having my Wells Fargo Bank account closed without notice to me, and had the records purged. I was told I could still order them, but I would have to pay for it.
My bank records contain evidence against FBI employees.
The FBI knows this.
I have financial records that would prove my story against FBI agents Bujanda and Garza and Tancer. Mike Tancer and John Kerry's son-in-law, Theresa Heinz's son, are good friends. Mike asked me about my bank records and what was on them after he knew I was incapacitated. He wanted to know how many of my drinks I had on record as paying for myself.
This, combined with witness statements, is enough to determine how much alcohol was used and whether I was raped or not.
So within a day or two of Kerry's nomination, Microsoft got the word to be bold enough to block me from my own email account.
I am blocked, right now, from my business account with Wells Fargo Bank (held 10 years) and my primary email account that has my legal records against the FBI employees, Department of Justice employees (Christa Schneider), and all of my CPS and AG and lawyer records for my son's case, as well as business information (book selling) and my records of contacts requesting assistance for my son.
Microsoft wouldn't have waited until Kerry's nomination if they didn't think Kerry or his associates were involved and that now they had a cover through the new leader of the Department of State.
In addition to Microsoft's Melinda Gates (who works with Catholic Charities) and Theresa Heinz, there are the Catholic mothers of Robin Bechtold, Chris Dabney, Mark, Armando Garza, Raul Bujanda, Christa Schneider, Dylan, and the mothers of Josh Gatov, Mike Tancer, and Jonathan and Helen.
John Kerry's nomination must have given them confidence that they could block me from my email account without any notice or ability to retrieve my information.
John Kerry wouldn't matter unless he or his colleagues had something to do with what happened to me and my son, and also had something to do with people connected to assassination attempts against me, as well as having something to do with Alvaro Pardo and other Department of State/FBI persons involved.
As far as I know, Shannon Borg was working for the Department of State as well. She knew Mike Tancer and she and her Canadian husband either worked for the Department of State or the FBI. I had thought FBI but I'm not sure then why she would want the big CIA-style compass styled on her bathroom floor. The compass design was like the CIA design on the floor of their "igloo" compound.
For some reason, every time I think about Alvaro, I just want a big bunch of onion rings. Maybe it's the old throwback to the ones I got at our A&W as a kid.
I want really clear things in life. My son. That is my right. And to not be tortured. This is my right as well. I didn't ask for CIA privileges and favors--I asked that my rights be honored.
If this is such a great country, where is the lawyer beating a path to my door to defend my rights.
How many law firms and lawyers have been "available", in this country, for defense of my rights and my son's rights, over horrific and aggregious crimes by the U.S.? Not even a retired FBI employee who became a lawyer later? Not the ACLU?
Where is your "system". You HAVE NO justice "system".
The fact that there is no justice system does not absolve the U.S. from their duty to correct crime. Crime continues, and the clock is ticking. This criminal activity accrues damages against me and my son, and the U.S. has not quit their criminal activity. It is not my responsibility to find a lawyer when I am dealing with crime, not "civil liberties", but CRIMES that have obstructed these liberties.
I want my bank account opened.
My email account opened.
My son returned.
Criminals in jail.
You either DO what you are required to do if you TAKE taxpayer monies, or you QUIT.
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Saturday, June 1, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Tortured Tonight (last 2 hours)
I am being tortured again, when it was quit for awhile.
The U.S. NASA and DOD aerospace defense are using the technology that is microwave and causes the muscles to be heated and move throughout the body, twitching.
This is what they used on both me and my son Oliver.
This was done to the extreme of causing imbalance in electrolytes, and potassium, and created toe and feet curling during the severity and in the middle of the torture.
So the United States has not learned its lesson yet.
Something was also done to my ear using sonar tonight around 1 a.m. tonight, or from about 12-1. I have been awake the last 2 hours because of the United States torturing me.
This is also being done in retaliation for what I wrote about the military and U.S. government in my last post, because it involves people like Mormon Patrick Jolie, who now works for NASA and got onto my property without a legitimate reason for being there other than to check my place out. It is also after I confirmed information about the U.S. and when they were cutting me and this was taking place in Moses Lake, WA (one of the places).
Additionally, I and my son were not tortured until I had reported some things to the FBI about persons the U.S. deliberately used against me who had knowledge of my past. One of those persons, who was there with a bunch of government-connected people, was Mike Tancer. He knew Mike Nichols, who had tried to murder me, and Bujanda and Garza. Chris Dabney ended up being connected to him through his friend Heinz, who is John Kerry's son-in-law.
They made a game out of raping me and using me. They even used the movie "Camille" as a template for some of their games, which is something I was told to watch with the Maiers family, who knew Karin Whittemore (from Canada). Most likely Ross, the immigration officer from Pencticton, B.C. was connected to Mike Tancer and knew him directly.
The technology used against me and my son that caused our feet to curl and toenails to permanently cutl up and warp, was done after I had met Tancer at a club where they played an Usher song "Yeah" all the time and then later, when I was around him. One of the phrases is how he'll make her "tuck the toes" and while it's just a song, the people involved in torturing me and my son have been sadistic enough to make inside jokes about even things like that. It's funny to them.
This is the same "joke" reference to torture of me and my son that is made in a Wells Fargo ad I mentioned recently, which uses a woman who is a referent to Mike Tancer and his accent, and torture against my son, in the ad, who curls up her hand, looks like Erica Ballinger, and uses the speech diction and enunciation of Tancer, enough to where it's noticeable and my mother noticed as well as I.
Thebaults are possibly connected to Alvaro through Gatov, who is connected to others in this group.
Also, in the movie "Camille" the person she discovers has been poisoning her is the man whose arms she dies in, and he seems to be working with the baron and the rest of the entire group. She is the only one who doesn't realize they have all been plotting against her and then they poison her slowly, and steal from her, and she dies.
The U.S. NASA and DOD aerospace defense are using the technology that is microwave and causes the muscles to be heated and move throughout the body, twitching.
This is what they used on both me and my son Oliver.
This was done to the extreme of causing imbalance in electrolytes, and potassium, and created toe and feet curling during the severity and in the middle of the torture.
So the United States has not learned its lesson yet.
Something was also done to my ear using sonar tonight around 1 a.m. tonight, or from about 12-1. I have been awake the last 2 hours because of the United States torturing me.
This is also being done in retaliation for what I wrote about the military and U.S. government in my last post, because it involves people like Mormon Patrick Jolie, who now works for NASA and got onto my property without a legitimate reason for being there other than to check my place out. It is also after I confirmed information about the U.S. and when they were cutting me and this was taking place in Moses Lake, WA (one of the places).
Additionally, I and my son were not tortured until I had reported some things to the FBI about persons the U.S. deliberately used against me who had knowledge of my past. One of those persons, who was there with a bunch of government-connected people, was Mike Tancer. He knew Mike Nichols, who had tried to murder me, and Bujanda and Garza. Chris Dabney ended up being connected to him through his friend Heinz, who is John Kerry's son-in-law.
They made a game out of raping me and using me. They even used the movie "Camille" as a template for some of their games, which is something I was told to watch with the Maiers family, who knew Karin Whittemore (from Canada). Most likely Ross, the immigration officer from Pencticton, B.C. was connected to Mike Tancer and knew him directly.
The technology used against me and my son that caused our feet to curl and toenails to permanently cutl up and warp, was done after I had met Tancer at a club where they played an Usher song "Yeah" all the time and then later, when I was around him. One of the phrases is how he'll make her "tuck the toes" and while it's just a song, the people involved in torturing me and my son have been sadistic enough to make inside jokes about even things like that. It's funny to them.
This is the same "joke" reference to torture of me and my son that is made in a Wells Fargo ad I mentioned recently, which uses a woman who is a referent to Mike Tancer and his accent, and torture against my son, in the ad, who curls up her hand, looks like Erica Ballinger, and uses the speech diction and enunciation of Tancer, enough to where it's noticeable and my mother noticed as well as I.
Thebaults are possibly connected to Alvaro through Gatov, who is connected to others in this group.
Also, in the movie "Camille" the person she discovers has been poisoning her is the man whose arms she dies in, and he seems to be working with the baron and the rest of the entire group. She is the only one who doesn't realize they have all been plotting against her and then they poison her slowly, and steal from her, and she dies.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Childhood Torture Commemorated By Wells Fargo Bank (When People Talk)
I was reading about memory and retention tonight and remembered my old phone number from Moses Lake. I remember it as 1-509-782-9.... The zip was 98837 and the phone number was different. I'll remember exactly. The zip was definitely that, Rt.3 Box 33E. (I think)
Stephanies was 509-782-5050 at first, I believe, and then it was changed to 509-782-1000.
So I am sure that if there are some things I've forgotten temporarily or even for some time, I will remember some of it later. The phone number has come up and I've known it was right and then other times I've forgotten again. But I've had it come to mind accurately in the last couple of years and didn't blog it. Before my son and I were both tortured, I never forgot it.
This country has kept me tortured and moving around, and prevented me from stabilizing and resettling in another country because of the crimes they committed. They also drugged me and assaulted me with Haldol for the same reason, hoping if they couldn't kill me discreetly, they could hope I'd ever forget things or that no one would even believe me after they defamed and discredited me. During this time, they told their federal agents I was free range rape target and have at me. They didn't see anything wrong with it because that is what they did to me when I was a toddler.
This country brought everything around full circle.
They tortured me as a baby and electrocuted and raped me. Then they eventually went into the exact same forms of rape, degradation, and torture and picked up my son along the way. They got a lot of cheap and high quality labor out of me first, as one of the best nannies a kid could have, but then forced me out of my own child and then thought they could get me to teach a bunch of kids that weren't my own. I have never had a right to retain my personal property because the government has been stealing from me since I was a toddler and they steal my son's toys from him, and food, as well. They have treated my life, my property, and my body as "communal property".
They even forced me to have my parents attached to my bank accounts when I was an adult. I think that way, if the U.S. wanted to take money out, they could. If they wanted access or control to me through a parent, they had it. If I died, I didn't have much, but it was theirs. It was only when I was not attached to my parents through a bank account or some formal document, that the U.S. was worried. They never liked my indepedence. The U.S. found a way to keep my parents linked to some kind of property or bank document.
Why? Maybe a lawyer knows, like a military lawyer. It obviously is creating some form of "agency". When I found out my Dad's name was still connected to a credit union account I had, I asked to have it removed and they refused. They said, "We'll have to get permission from your Dad." That was in 2002 or 2004 or so. I said, "It's my bank account, and I want it to belong only to me" and they refused and then I asked my Dad once or twice and he refused too. I paid my own utilities in my name only, and my own mortgage, but the U.S. government wanted to be sure they had a line to me, through their employees (my parents).
When I finally opened a different bank account, with Wells Fargo, they went through my mother to try to shut it down without giving me notice. They also went through FBI. They threatened my mother and had her involved in closing my bank account without giving notice to me first. The first time I had problems with Wells Fargo, was in Wenatchee, after I was in Portland and had a problem once with the bank, and was then being set up by Raul Bujanda and Garza.
Wells Fargo has a commercial for their bank running currrently, that references torture against me when I was a baby. "When people talk it's a beautiful thing", and a woman holding a baby. They know what it's about.
http://adland.tv/commercials/wells-fargo-when-people-talk-2013-30-usa
The baby they feature is making the same noises my parents baby, Gannon, made when he was prevented from breathing. And then you can see the woman saying "Hi" and curling her fingers up. She looks like a woman I met in Wenatchee named Greta. Her ennunciation is also to match Mike Tancer's family, and I specifically remember things he said to me about ennunciation after he raped me after a drug was put into my drink at a Portland bar, which incapacitated me when I had had less than half a short glass to drink and I was a more experienced drinker at that time. His ennunciation was over, instead of "Hi", it was "Halloween".
This woman they feature is using the same ennunciation he used, with, if you notice her finger movement and smile, a little bit of a witchy motion. The book he had with him, as he was talking about Halloween, was The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
As I've said, the first time I went out with him, he did not rape me if he did cross the line, and I guess, in a sense, raped me. I told him I didn't want to do anything and he knew I was drunk and he crossed the line. We didn't have sexual intercourse per se. He made a big deal about how DRUNK HE had been to justify what happened. I hadn't classified it, in my own mind, as a rape. Then he asked me to dinner, and I went and then we went for a drink and there was something wrong with the drink. Either that, or there had been something wrong with the drink at the Mexican restaurant we were at and it took time for it to kick in. From the time I had one drink with dinner, to the time I had only a few sips of a drink at Bar 15, it was about 1 hour.
We left the Mexican restaurant, went to an art show for Lewis & Clark where John Kerry's son-in-law had his art on the wall. When Mike's friend came in, a woman in the steel industry, I was introduced to her and she said, looking at me and then at him snidely, "Are you working?" the same way a woman says to a model named "Susan" in the Harrison Ford movie "Random Hearts". After being there, he wanted to go to a club Heinz was at and they wouldn't allow anyone in and Mike wanted to get a drink at Bar 15. I had a few sips of one drink that was brought to me and I was drugged. It wasn't like normal alcohol and he said we were leaving. I was so out of it, I couldn't hold on to my clutch purse. I went from "normal conversation" at an art place, to Mike talking privately with Heinz and some friends--I looked around at some of the art on my own, and then we left. He had said we were going to an "after-party" there and there wasn't one.
It is actually possible someone gave him something there, to use in my drink. This is not something I had considered, because I assumed it came from the drink over the counter at Bar 15. I do know the man pouring it, who I couldn't see completely because of the crowd, exchanged a smirk and knowing look with Mike. It was a man pouring the drink, not a woman. I couldn't see the pour because there were people inbetween me and I was in the back of a crowded area.
It is also possible Mike picked a chemical or drug up at the Art show and put it in the drink. There was one time that I was walking around looking at things on my own, and wouldn't have noticed, and also, he went over to talk to Heinz separately and told me to stay there, and the "steel industry" woman took my attention to herself instead, asking me questions about what I did and how I knew Mike.
When I woke the next day, I felt like I had slept much more soundly than usual, and it was a very black sleep with no dreams or memory or anything. I hadn't been drunk from the number of drinks I had because there was too much time inbetween, food, and I knew what my approximate limits were by then. When I woke up, that morning, was the first time I thought, aside from the night before and wondering why something had "hit me" all at once, that I had been drugged because of the soundness and odd quality of the sleep. It was more like I had been knocked out. I actually even wondered if someone aside from Mike Tancer had gone into the room while I was knocked out, or what had happened after I had "fallen asleep".
That night, before it happened, he had left my side a few times. To get up from the table at the Mexican restaurant and use the restroom (and I noticed the male waiter hated me, seriously), to talk to Heinz at the Art show and others while I looked around, and to get my drink at Bar 15. We were sitting down and he said he'd get up and get drinks and to stay there, and I had a bad feeling or thought it wasn't a good idea to not see my drink being poured, so I stood up after awhile and tried to go over, but by then too many people were in the way blocking my view and all I could see was a male bartender and a female and then Mike walking through this crowd to give me the drink. When I say there were people between us, I don't mean a line. It was packed, like sardines, all the way around.
After I was raped, I was assaulted with military technology. There was a knock on the door, then, and a courier was there to deliver a Visa to Mike, for him to leave for India. The man said, "Here is your passport." I asked what was going on and Mike showed me his passport and said he had been waiting for his Visa to go on a trip to India.
I had a blow to the head to trigger a massive migraine. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't want to believe it was really a date-rape drug because I had thought I had some things in common with Mike. I was also in shock because I felt dirty, like someone had just raped me, and I think I instinctively knew I had been raped but I couldn't take that idea, because I didn't want to believe it was possible that many men, by that time, would be doing the same thing to me. I started to feel like it was my fault somehow, but it wasn't. Because I wondered what bad thing I'd done to deserve being raped repeatedly, and didn't want to believe it, I told myself no, that's probably not what happened, when really, it was. I again felt like maybe I had to just go out with Mike now, because I couldn't imagine having sex with another man or being raped by another separate individual. I never was interested in being with more than one person, and my intentions had been for marriage. So I started to feel like if it happened that many times, it felt dirty to even think of starting something with a different person, so I guessed I had to just stay with Mike. However, I was still not comfortable entirely so I put off his calls, which were always interfering with my legal research. Then when I went over another time, I had another massive migraine triggered.
I felt something was really wrong, and that now he had a motive to try to set me up after he had raped me, so I quit seeing him and when he took my ring, he refused to give it back to me and kept telling me to drive over to see him. I told him to put it in the mail and he refused. He then showed up at my house and dropped it off and used triggers he knew I had from MKUltra programming and then called me and wanted to see me later he said, but I never took any calls from him again because I started to realize what he had done to me was following a pattern of what FBI employees were doing to me in premeditating date-rape.
He actually even had a Visa to go to India delivered to him, so he could take off if he wanted, if he thought I was going to go to police after he raped me. Just like Josh Gatov, getting tipped off by FBI to leave the country for Thailand until they claimed my statutes had expired.
When I say "black sleep" to describe the kind of odd "knock-out" sleep I experienced after having a drug put into that drink, I recognized the same kind of 'sleep' when Eastern Indian doctors in Nashville, TN injected me with Haldol and a strong sedative. I woke up from black sleep, with no dreams, and no memory of anything and no waking dream sleep either. I always wake up with dreams before I wake, and it's part of the EMR process of dreaming. The drugs knock it down and when I woke at Mikes and when I woke at the 'psych ward' in TN, after being interrogated about FBI, it was the exact same kind of wake from the exact same kind of sleep.
The only difference was that there was a heightened kind of buzzed, euphoric, drugged feeling first, when I got the drink at Bar 15, and then once I fell asleep, I woke up from what was like being-sedated sleep.
What sounds like what I was given is maybe Ecstasy with something else to cause black-out sleep. Ecstasy describes the reaction I had except I don't know why it would increase alcohol levels or cause inability to hold onto objects like my purse. It also doesn't explain why I slept in a sedated kind of state. It does explain the feeling I had after a few sips of the drink and Mike took me to his house right after.
Basically, he date-raped me and then was prepared to leave the country if I went to a hospital to be tested.
My son has been endangered because of this country and he has never been safe here. He was tortured after I was raped and tortured and the U.S. lied and committed fraud to keep him in their grip.
After the Art gallery, before Bar 15, Mike Tancer had a conversation with Heinz over the phone. Heinz told him, after you have drinks, why don't you come over to my house. So we had drinks and then after I was drugged, Mike took me to his house.
On the way to driving to another place to get drinks, we passed a group of women and Mike Tancer was interested in the brunette. I still remember what she looked like, and even though I did not know who Kate Middleton was at that time and had never seen a photo, when I later saw her, years later, in photos, she looked like the brunette that was out to be in sight and view of Mike as he was driving to the club. She was shorter, and that was about it, a white brunette with long straight hair. Mike kept staring at her and did a double-take over her, and watched her. When Mike went to the first bar, where Heinz was, the guard said to him, "It's a private party." Mike basically showed up and told the guard to let Heinz know Mike was there. The guard got back to him with this message from Heinz, "It's a private party." So then Mike took me to Bar 15, I was drugged, and the "private party" was at his house, with my being raped and his receipt of a Visa to flee the country the next day.
Oh, it's a beautiful thing when people talk. I LOVE the Department of State! Does Theresa Heinz know Tony Roos? I'll bet Heinz knew John Kaempf.
KISS KISS
So then at his house, I vaguely remember him saying, "You have a beautiful body", which is something a woman said to me when I was showering after lap swim at a Tigard indoor swimming pool. So beautiful, this country cut it up with knives and razors when I was a toddler with Canada's help and then raped me.
The other thing Mike did, and I'll have to remember exactly what time and point it was that he did this, but when a migraine was triggered against me by U.S. military while I was at his house, I asked if he had any advil and he said he had something, a dissolveable, melt in your mouth Excederin. It was a flat tablet that was white and I said it tasted disgusting and then I said sarcastically, that it was "smooth". That was given to me a different time. From the time we arrived at his house from Bar 15, I had not had anything else except for the drink I was given.
The next time I saw him, I had a migraine triggered and took this because he said it was Excederin and he had some and they were new because they were trying dissolveable tablets. It had a weird taste and was more "off" than aspirin actually, like a chemically taste to it. There was no euphoria with it. The euphoria and ecstacy feeling and then inability to hold onto my things, was in the drink I got at Bar 15. Either Mike put something into that drink in the crowd, or a bartender there did. When I say I think it was Ecstasy, or that this was one thing in the drink, it's because after about 10 minutes or so, or less maybe, I don't remember, I was suddenly touchy-feely and I'm not like that in public. I was touching his arm and talking in his ear and something had hit me and it wasn't the alcohol. Not even when intoxicated was I touchy-feely in public unless I was totally drunk and there was no possible way for me to go from not drunk to touchy-feely in a few sips. It was something else.
When I was given the Excederin, I had a pronounced deep sleep like that in TN as well. That was the time I wondered if other people had gone into the room while I was asleep. I also remember later that I had some kind of flashback of some younger man talking to Mike and leaving as he went in but it wasn't the passport courier the other night because he didn't come into the house. He stayed at the door.
There is not one single man that I was with that I would ever trust. That doesn't mean I'm interested in women, because I'm not. What it means, is that this country premeditated setting me up with U.S. fed after federal employee and they all knew eachother. Every single one of them. Mike was a set up too. For one thing, why did he think it was funny, for all his friends in the balcony, to get down to my belly button level and get up close to it, when he had government information about what was done to me there. Also, he knew I might comment on what he wearing or notice, because he wore what he chose to wear on purpose. They wanted me to think it was my idea and it wasn't. It was a govenrment set-up.
Erica Ballinger Yuille, now wasn't that EBY?
Erica pretended like they didn't know eachother. He was dressed in a robe like Robin Bechtold had, in same slippers. Even though Erica made a show of wanting me to go back with her, that's not how she was acting inside. She was coming onto me, and talking to me like a lesbian. She knew it would have potentially freaked me out, for her to suddenly do this.
Notice Middletons license plate to her wedding getaway car? EBY. It's SOOOooo EBY. Give me an "E". Ecstasy! Give me a "B". "Benedryl!" Give me a Y! "Metal Stent!" Yaaaayyyyy. Or, hahaha, how about some "torture" every "Yuille" tide? Even better.
Erica, the Minnie "Forsyth" Driver of "steely" Kate's soon notorious infamy.
Erica bought a new house with her Mom after this occasion, and after she queried me about whether I knew who her Dad was or not, she felt confident enough to say she was now, after a decade of getting into my business, never going to speak to me again. Janet Bechtold loved her. Erica asked Robin to prom one year and they were friends. Mike was dressed like Robin, except he also had a pipe, and Eric Lund's Dad smoked a pipe. I had had some idea once, when working for the Rose family, that when I drove past the director's house, who wrote "Good Will Hunting", I always pictured the director in a similiar robe with a pipe and told Erica about that too, but Mike was wearing a robe the same color as Robin's, same slippers, and the difference was that his robe matched one of Robin's paisley print shirts. Mike, down at my belly button level. How fucking Middleton.
US Steel in Canada includes a major Canadian branch in Hamilton, Canada. It's called the "Gore" district. People involved in owning parts of that company and being involved include the families of Forsyth (Scotland, Montreal), Robinson, Cartwright, Hamilton, Durand, Gamble, Simcoe, and Foley. That's just a few of the names.
Recently in Oregon there was a shooter at Clackamas Mall, where I went with Erica Ballinger once. He killed Cindy Ann Yuille (CAY) and Steven Mathew Forsyth (SMF). I don't know why that is suddenly hilarious, but why kill a smurf? Or a smith.
So this "minnie" driver of the "mickey" mouse case is Erica Ballinger Yuille. When I say she suddenly came onto me, she waited until we were at this club, to try to rub her body against mine and I danced a little, like friends, but then she said, with a flirting look, "I like girls" and "I like to dance with girls" and tried to be sexual with me, after Mike was there. She didn't act that way or say anything until after he was "engaged" so to speak, and I was the victim.
After she took off in her car, after he act of pretense, a little white rabbit kind of hatchback car, the next person I was set up to be raped by, drove the same brand of hatchback and was a Jew, Jonathan, who was Helen's brother. He got a new car out of it and then it was Raul Bujanda and Armando Garza, joking about how "smooth" my arms were.
All of this was premeditated and planned out by men and women, and it was done after I tried to report being raped by Robin Bechtold (Catholic) and Josh Gatov (Jew) and who knows if even Brian was involved in the FBI even if he did not rape me. I reported it to Det. Grose and the next thing was setting me up, through Christa Schneider initially, to be raped by more people, maybe to get revenge or to try to make me look bad instead of them, or trash my reputation when I had a defamation lawsuit pending. I mean, I guess their idea was to set me up, pass me around by rape, and then try to claim I was the type of person who had one-night stands. That way, Amy Roe and the FBI didn't look so bad, lying about my character. It minimized my case of rape by Bechtold and Gatov, who were both federal employees. Also, Robin knew Mike Nichols, who had tried to kill me in 1995. Also, it was a way to degrade me deliberately, knowing I was tortured as a kid.
The last time I checked, that bank is connected somehow to Hilton, but maybe I'm wrong about the Hilton contact for that bank specifically. The Commercial Bank of the Midlands is another bank with an interesting history. That one will take you all the way back to Syracuse, "cough, cough". You can go ahead and put a bright thumbtack for Del Balzo, Tancer, and Hamilton Steel. It's where our Iron and Steel meet up with Halifax and ...
I've found a few connections to the "Coughlin" family. Mary Coughlin is the one who drove me and my son to one doctor appointment and stole my appointment card. Her husbands name is Crestin. Coughlins are mostly Catholic, and they are in Wenatchee, Spokane, working for the U.S. Navy (Cmdr Mike Coughlin, Olympia, WA for Bangor, WA), working as coaches for Syracuse in Buffalo, NY, and have a history of writing about intelligence matters. Snitches bascially, and potentially, the kind of snitches that just lie for political favors.
Also, our lovely "cough"lins are familiar with the Navy Processing Facility on Whidbey Island. Which is really quite fascinating when you have Coughlins in the U.S. Navy stationed in Olympia, WA currently; Coughlins living on Whidbey Island who are Roman Catholic and work as seamstresses (like my neighbor Mary Coughlin); and Coughlins who have a relative named Paul, whose papers are found archived at the University of Washington, about communism and McCarthyism; and The New York Giants coach who lives in Park Ridge, New Jersey and is friends with George Bush, and all of a sudden, I'm looking at "Mary Coughlin" who was stealing my appointment information, as a Michelle Erickson accomplice for deliberately lying and obstructing justice with regard to my son Oliver. Michelle Erickson is as connected to the U.S. Navy as Mary Coughlin and Middleton.
All that I have to do with that, is show how "Adam" from Lewis & Clark, knew Heinz who went to Lewis & Clark. Connect the dots.
Adams family, his Dad, is U.S. Navy intelligence in San Diego, CA. "Harper". Harper is a great fit for both Navy and Hamilton Steel in Canada.
Oh hello again Coughlin. Ms. Walker? How nice of you to dispose of my son to the likes of Theo Keyes and Michelle Erickson and Katetrid. Was Erica Ballinger also called in to torture my son?
I have a question. Is it Laura Laughin, or Laura McLaughlin? Something tells me someone in her family chose to drop the "Mc" for a reason.
I am rambling because I'm finding new information. For example, Alan L. Yuille! I looked him up because I was trying to find photos of the teacher I had in high school, Mike Yuille, who taught Psychology (which I never wanted to take) and A.P. History. He had a crush on Amy Nelson, who ended up being the one to sleep with Robin Bechtold. She actually told me about "sizes" of male parts once, and told me Robin's was "average". I had always thought, in high school, that Mr. Yuille maybe slept with her or tried to. He did not have just a passing interest in her; he was in love with her. I believed she worked as a Teacher's Assistant for him too, for Psychology. No one lit his face up like Amy. He stared at no one the way he stared at Amy. He was in LUV with Amy. Janet Bechtold liked Amy too.
So this Alan L. Yuille works at UCLA and went to college at University of Cambridge. He has a diagram up on his site that features a drawing of a purple horse, like my son used to refer to when he was showing me how someone was hypnotizing him. Alan also specializes in "vision" optics work, and works with Koreans or taught in Korea, something about Korea. He studied with Stephen Hawkings, and oh, he looks just like the Adam that worked at Lewis & Clark Law Library. He's collaborated with scientists who were involved in torture of children at McGill University in Canada.
I sent him an email and asked if he was any relation to Mike Yuille from Sherwood High School. I'll let you know if he replies.
;) Cheers! Oh toodles, cheers!!! (duchess of cambridge, proud sponsor of cancer for children)
I cannot find anything about Mike Yuille. He was supposedly a former U.S. military person I know that much. I think it was Marines, but possibly U.S. Navy. He was very interested in psychology and history and he didn't live in Sherwood, but outside of Sherwood--he commuted over a half hour each day to school. I thought he was having a student-professor affair with Amy and told some student so. I didn't accuse him, I just thought it was maybe possible because of how interested and flirtaceous they were with eachother. It was Reese Witherspoon in that movie about the girl who gets what she wants with an affair from the teacher. Well, Amy seemed nice enough to me, but she was the one who decided to sleep with Robin. It was played off to me like he had told her he didn't love her and she slapped him. Who knows. I have no idea how she decided Robin's "part" was "average".
Here is Katie Middleton's favorite song, with herself as the star:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiYF7pUPuFs
Why don't you dance bitch.
Here's what Anne Crane is interested in:
Stephanies was 509-782-5050 at first, I believe, and then it was changed to 509-782-1000.
So I am sure that if there are some things I've forgotten temporarily or even for some time, I will remember some of it later. The phone number has come up and I've known it was right and then other times I've forgotten again. But I've had it come to mind accurately in the last couple of years and didn't blog it. Before my son and I were both tortured, I never forgot it.
This country has kept me tortured and moving around, and prevented me from stabilizing and resettling in another country because of the crimes they committed. They also drugged me and assaulted me with Haldol for the same reason, hoping if they couldn't kill me discreetly, they could hope I'd ever forget things or that no one would even believe me after they defamed and discredited me. During this time, they told their federal agents I was free range rape target and have at me. They didn't see anything wrong with it because that is what they did to me when I was a toddler.
This country brought everything around full circle.
They tortured me as a baby and electrocuted and raped me. Then they eventually went into the exact same forms of rape, degradation, and torture and picked up my son along the way. They got a lot of cheap and high quality labor out of me first, as one of the best nannies a kid could have, but then forced me out of my own child and then thought they could get me to teach a bunch of kids that weren't my own. I have never had a right to retain my personal property because the government has been stealing from me since I was a toddler and they steal my son's toys from him, and food, as well. They have treated my life, my property, and my body as "communal property".
They even forced me to have my parents attached to my bank accounts when I was an adult. I think that way, if the U.S. wanted to take money out, they could. If they wanted access or control to me through a parent, they had it. If I died, I didn't have much, but it was theirs. It was only when I was not attached to my parents through a bank account or some formal document, that the U.S. was worried. They never liked my indepedence. The U.S. found a way to keep my parents linked to some kind of property or bank document.
Why? Maybe a lawyer knows, like a military lawyer. It obviously is creating some form of "agency". When I found out my Dad's name was still connected to a credit union account I had, I asked to have it removed and they refused. They said, "We'll have to get permission from your Dad." That was in 2002 or 2004 or so. I said, "It's my bank account, and I want it to belong only to me" and they refused and then I asked my Dad once or twice and he refused too. I paid my own utilities in my name only, and my own mortgage, but the U.S. government wanted to be sure they had a line to me, through their employees (my parents).
When I finally opened a different bank account, with Wells Fargo, they went through my mother to try to shut it down without giving me notice. They also went through FBI. They threatened my mother and had her involved in closing my bank account without giving notice to me first. The first time I had problems with Wells Fargo, was in Wenatchee, after I was in Portland and had a problem once with the bank, and was then being set up by Raul Bujanda and Garza.
Wells Fargo has a commercial for their bank running currrently, that references torture against me when I was a baby. "When people talk it's a beautiful thing", and a woman holding a baby. They know what it's about.
http://adland.tv/commercials/wells-fargo-when-people-talk-2013-30-usa
The baby they feature is making the same noises my parents baby, Gannon, made when he was prevented from breathing. And then you can see the woman saying "Hi" and curling her fingers up. She looks like a woman I met in Wenatchee named Greta. Her ennunciation is also to match Mike Tancer's family, and I specifically remember things he said to me about ennunciation after he raped me after a drug was put into my drink at a Portland bar, which incapacitated me when I had had less than half a short glass to drink and I was a more experienced drinker at that time. His ennunciation was over, instead of "Hi", it was "Halloween".
This woman they feature is using the same ennunciation he used, with, if you notice her finger movement and smile, a little bit of a witchy motion. The book he had with him, as he was talking about Halloween, was The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
As I've said, the first time I went out with him, he did not rape me if he did cross the line, and I guess, in a sense, raped me. I told him I didn't want to do anything and he knew I was drunk and he crossed the line. We didn't have sexual intercourse per se. He made a big deal about how DRUNK HE had been to justify what happened. I hadn't classified it, in my own mind, as a rape. Then he asked me to dinner, and I went and then we went for a drink and there was something wrong with the drink. Either that, or there had been something wrong with the drink at the Mexican restaurant we were at and it took time for it to kick in. From the time I had one drink with dinner, to the time I had only a few sips of a drink at Bar 15, it was about 1 hour.
We left the Mexican restaurant, went to an art show for Lewis & Clark where John Kerry's son-in-law had his art on the wall. When Mike's friend came in, a woman in the steel industry, I was introduced to her and she said, looking at me and then at him snidely, "Are you working?" the same way a woman says to a model named "Susan" in the Harrison Ford movie "Random Hearts". After being there, he wanted to go to a club Heinz was at and they wouldn't allow anyone in and Mike wanted to get a drink at Bar 15. I had a few sips of one drink that was brought to me and I was drugged. It wasn't like normal alcohol and he said we were leaving. I was so out of it, I couldn't hold on to my clutch purse. I went from "normal conversation" at an art place, to Mike talking privately with Heinz and some friends--I looked around at some of the art on my own, and then we left. He had said we were going to an "after-party" there and there wasn't one.
It is actually possible someone gave him something there, to use in my drink. This is not something I had considered, because I assumed it came from the drink over the counter at Bar 15. I do know the man pouring it, who I couldn't see completely because of the crowd, exchanged a smirk and knowing look with Mike. It was a man pouring the drink, not a woman. I couldn't see the pour because there were people inbetween me and I was in the back of a crowded area.
It is also possible Mike picked a chemical or drug up at the Art show and put it in the drink. There was one time that I was walking around looking at things on my own, and wouldn't have noticed, and also, he went over to talk to Heinz separately and told me to stay there, and the "steel industry" woman took my attention to herself instead, asking me questions about what I did and how I knew Mike.
When I woke the next day, I felt like I had slept much more soundly than usual, and it was a very black sleep with no dreams or memory or anything. I hadn't been drunk from the number of drinks I had because there was too much time inbetween, food, and I knew what my approximate limits were by then. When I woke up, that morning, was the first time I thought, aside from the night before and wondering why something had "hit me" all at once, that I had been drugged because of the soundness and odd quality of the sleep. It was more like I had been knocked out. I actually even wondered if someone aside from Mike Tancer had gone into the room while I was knocked out, or what had happened after I had "fallen asleep".
That night, before it happened, he had left my side a few times. To get up from the table at the Mexican restaurant and use the restroom (and I noticed the male waiter hated me, seriously), to talk to Heinz at the Art show and others while I looked around, and to get my drink at Bar 15. We were sitting down and he said he'd get up and get drinks and to stay there, and I had a bad feeling or thought it wasn't a good idea to not see my drink being poured, so I stood up after awhile and tried to go over, but by then too many people were in the way blocking my view and all I could see was a male bartender and a female and then Mike walking through this crowd to give me the drink. When I say there were people between us, I don't mean a line. It was packed, like sardines, all the way around.
After I was raped, I was assaulted with military technology. There was a knock on the door, then, and a courier was there to deliver a Visa to Mike, for him to leave for India. The man said, "Here is your passport." I asked what was going on and Mike showed me his passport and said he had been waiting for his Visa to go on a trip to India.
I had a blow to the head to trigger a massive migraine. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't want to believe it was really a date-rape drug because I had thought I had some things in common with Mike. I was also in shock because I felt dirty, like someone had just raped me, and I think I instinctively knew I had been raped but I couldn't take that idea, because I didn't want to believe it was possible that many men, by that time, would be doing the same thing to me. I started to feel like it was my fault somehow, but it wasn't. Because I wondered what bad thing I'd done to deserve being raped repeatedly, and didn't want to believe it, I told myself no, that's probably not what happened, when really, it was. I again felt like maybe I had to just go out with Mike now, because I couldn't imagine having sex with another man or being raped by another separate individual. I never was interested in being with more than one person, and my intentions had been for marriage. So I started to feel like if it happened that many times, it felt dirty to even think of starting something with a different person, so I guessed I had to just stay with Mike. However, I was still not comfortable entirely so I put off his calls, which were always interfering with my legal research. Then when I went over another time, I had another massive migraine triggered.
I felt something was really wrong, and that now he had a motive to try to set me up after he had raped me, so I quit seeing him and when he took my ring, he refused to give it back to me and kept telling me to drive over to see him. I told him to put it in the mail and he refused. He then showed up at my house and dropped it off and used triggers he knew I had from MKUltra programming and then called me and wanted to see me later he said, but I never took any calls from him again because I started to realize what he had done to me was following a pattern of what FBI employees were doing to me in premeditating date-rape.
He actually even had a Visa to go to India delivered to him, so he could take off if he wanted, if he thought I was going to go to police after he raped me. Just like Josh Gatov, getting tipped off by FBI to leave the country for Thailand until they claimed my statutes had expired.
When I say "black sleep" to describe the kind of odd "knock-out" sleep I experienced after having a drug put into that drink, I recognized the same kind of 'sleep' when Eastern Indian doctors in Nashville, TN injected me with Haldol and a strong sedative. I woke up from black sleep, with no dreams, and no memory of anything and no waking dream sleep either. I always wake up with dreams before I wake, and it's part of the EMR process of dreaming. The drugs knock it down and when I woke at Mikes and when I woke at the 'psych ward' in TN, after being interrogated about FBI, it was the exact same kind of wake from the exact same kind of sleep.
The only difference was that there was a heightened kind of buzzed, euphoric, drugged feeling first, when I got the drink at Bar 15, and then once I fell asleep, I woke up from what was like being-sedated sleep.
What sounds like what I was given is maybe Ecstasy with something else to cause black-out sleep. Ecstasy describes the reaction I had except I don't know why it would increase alcohol levels or cause inability to hold onto objects like my purse. It also doesn't explain why I slept in a sedated kind of state. It does explain the feeling I had after a few sips of the drink and Mike took me to his house right after.
Basically, he date-raped me and then was prepared to leave the country if I went to a hospital to be tested.
My son has been endangered because of this country and he has never been safe here. He was tortured after I was raped and tortured and the U.S. lied and committed fraud to keep him in their grip.
After the Art gallery, before Bar 15, Mike Tancer had a conversation with Heinz over the phone. Heinz told him, after you have drinks, why don't you come over to my house. So we had drinks and then after I was drugged, Mike took me to his house.
On the way to driving to another place to get drinks, we passed a group of women and Mike Tancer was interested in the brunette. I still remember what she looked like, and even though I did not know who Kate Middleton was at that time and had never seen a photo, when I later saw her, years later, in photos, she looked like the brunette that was out to be in sight and view of Mike as he was driving to the club. She was shorter, and that was about it, a white brunette with long straight hair. Mike kept staring at her and did a double-take over her, and watched her. When Mike went to the first bar, where Heinz was, the guard said to him, "It's a private party." Mike basically showed up and told the guard to let Heinz know Mike was there. The guard got back to him with this message from Heinz, "It's a private party." So then Mike took me to Bar 15, I was drugged, and the "private party" was at his house, with my being raped and his receipt of a Visa to flee the country the next day.
Oh, it's a beautiful thing when people talk. I LOVE the Department of State! Does Theresa Heinz know Tony Roos? I'll bet Heinz knew John Kaempf.
KISS KISS
So then at his house, I vaguely remember him saying, "You have a beautiful body", which is something a woman said to me when I was showering after lap swim at a Tigard indoor swimming pool. So beautiful, this country cut it up with knives and razors when I was a toddler with Canada's help and then raped me.
The other thing Mike did, and I'll have to remember exactly what time and point it was that he did this, but when a migraine was triggered against me by U.S. military while I was at his house, I asked if he had any advil and he said he had something, a dissolveable, melt in your mouth Excederin. It was a flat tablet that was white and I said it tasted disgusting and then I said sarcastically, that it was "smooth". That was given to me a different time. From the time we arrived at his house from Bar 15, I had not had anything else except for the drink I was given.
The next time I saw him, I had a migraine triggered and took this because he said it was Excederin and he had some and they were new because they were trying dissolveable tablets. It had a weird taste and was more "off" than aspirin actually, like a chemically taste to it. There was no euphoria with it. The euphoria and ecstacy feeling and then inability to hold onto my things, was in the drink I got at Bar 15. Either Mike put something into that drink in the crowd, or a bartender there did. When I say I think it was Ecstasy, or that this was one thing in the drink, it's because after about 10 minutes or so, or less maybe, I don't remember, I was suddenly touchy-feely and I'm not like that in public. I was touching his arm and talking in his ear and something had hit me and it wasn't the alcohol. Not even when intoxicated was I touchy-feely in public unless I was totally drunk and there was no possible way for me to go from not drunk to touchy-feely in a few sips. It was something else.
When I was given the Excederin, I had a pronounced deep sleep like that in TN as well. That was the time I wondered if other people had gone into the room while I was asleep. I also remember later that I had some kind of flashback of some younger man talking to Mike and leaving as he went in but it wasn't the passport courier the other night because he didn't come into the house. He stayed at the door.
There is not one single man that I was with that I would ever trust. That doesn't mean I'm interested in women, because I'm not. What it means, is that this country premeditated setting me up with U.S. fed after federal employee and they all knew eachother. Every single one of them. Mike was a set up too. For one thing, why did he think it was funny, for all his friends in the balcony, to get down to my belly button level and get up close to it, when he had government information about what was done to me there. Also, he knew I might comment on what he wearing or notice, because he wore what he chose to wear on purpose. They wanted me to think it was my idea and it wasn't. It was a govenrment set-up.
Erica Ballinger Yuille, now wasn't that EBY?
Erica pretended like they didn't know eachother. He was dressed in a robe like Robin Bechtold had, in same slippers. Even though Erica made a show of wanting me to go back with her, that's not how she was acting inside. She was coming onto me, and talking to me like a lesbian. She knew it would have potentially freaked me out, for her to suddenly do this.
Notice Middletons license plate to her wedding getaway car? EBY. It's SOOOooo EBY. Give me an "E". Ecstasy! Give me a "B". "Benedryl!" Give me a Y! "Metal Stent!" Yaaaayyyyy. Or, hahaha, how about some "torture" every "Yuille" tide? Even better.
Erica, the Minnie "Forsyth" Driver of "steely" Kate's soon notorious infamy.
Erica bought a new house with her Mom after this occasion, and after she queried me about whether I knew who her Dad was or not, she felt confident enough to say she was now, after a decade of getting into my business, never going to speak to me again. Janet Bechtold loved her. Erica asked Robin to prom one year and they were friends. Mike was dressed like Robin, except he also had a pipe, and Eric Lund's Dad smoked a pipe. I had had some idea once, when working for the Rose family, that when I drove past the director's house, who wrote "Good Will Hunting", I always pictured the director in a similiar robe with a pipe and told Erica about that too, but Mike was wearing a robe the same color as Robin's, same slippers, and the difference was that his robe matched one of Robin's paisley print shirts. Mike, down at my belly button level. How fucking Middleton.
US Steel in Canada includes a major Canadian branch in Hamilton, Canada. It's called the "Gore" district. People involved in owning parts of that company and being involved include the families of Forsyth (Scotland, Montreal), Robinson, Cartwright, Hamilton, Durand, Gamble, Simcoe, and Foley. That's just a few of the names.
Recently in Oregon there was a shooter at Clackamas Mall, where I went with Erica Ballinger once. He killed Cindy Ann Yuille (CAY) and Steven Mathew Forsyth (SMF). I don't know why that is suddenly hilarious, but why kill a smurf? Or a smith.
So this "minnie" driver of the "mickey" mouse case is Erica Ballinger Yuille. When I say she suddenly came onto me, she waited until we were at this club, to try to rub her body against mine and I danced a little, like friends, but then she said, with a flirting look, "I like girls" and "I like to dance with girls" and tried to be sexual with me, after Mike was there. She didn't act that way or say anything until after he was "engaged" so to speak, and I was the victim.
After she took off in her car, after he act of pretense, a little white rabbit kind of hatchback car, the next person I was set up to be raped by, drove the same brand of hatchback and was a Jew, Jonathan, who was Helen's brother. He got a new car out of it and then it was Raul Bujanda and Armando Garza, joking about how "smooth" my arms were.
All of this was premeditated and planned out by men and women, and it was done after I tried to report being raped by Robin Bechtold (Catholic) and Josh Gatov (Jew) and who knows if even Brian was involved in the FBI even if he did not rape me. I reported it to Det. Grose and the next thing was setting me up, through Christa Schneider initially, to be raped by more people, maybe to get revenge or to try to make me look bad instead of them, or trash my reputation when I had a defamation lawsuit pending. I mean, I guess their idea was to set me up, pass me around by rape, and then try to claim I was the type of person who had one-night stands. That way, Amy Roe and the FBI didn't look so bad, lying about my character. It minimized my case of rape by Bechtold and Gatov, who were both federal employees. Also, Robin knew Mike Nichols, who had tried to kill me in 1995. Also, it was a way to degrade me deliberately, knowing I was tortured as a kid.
The last time I checked, that bank is connected somehow to Hilton, but maybe I'm wrong about the Hilton contact for that bank specifically. The Commercial Bank of the Midlands is another bank with an interesting history. That one will take you all the way back to Syracuse, "cough, cough". You can go ahead and put a bright thumbtack for Del Balzo, Tancer, and Hamilton Steel. It's where our Iron and Steel meet up with Halifax and ...
I've found a few connections to the "Coughlin" family. Mary Coughlin is the one who drove me and my son to one doctor appointment and stole my appointment card. Her husbands name is Crestin. Coughlins are mostly Catholic, and they are in Wenatchee, Spokane, working for the U.S. Navy (Cmdr Mike Coughlin, Olympia, WA for Bangor, WA), working as coaches for Syracuse in Buffalo, NY, and have a history of writing about intelligence matters. Snitches bascially, and potentially, the kind of snitches that just lie for political favors.
Also, our lovely "cough"lins are familiar with the Navy Processing Facility on Whidbey Island. Which is really quite fascinating when you have Coughlins in the U.S. Navy stationed in Olympia, WA currently; Coughlins living on Whidbey Island who are Roman Catholic and work as seamstresses (like my neighbor Mary Coughlin); and Coughlins who have a relative named Paul, whose papers are found archived at the University of Washington, about communism and McCarthyism; and The New York Giants coach who lives in Park Ridge, New Jersey and is friends with George Bush, and all of a sudden, I'm looking at "Mary Coughlin" who was stealing my appointment information, as a Michelle Erickson accomplice for deliberately lying and obstructing justice with regard to my son Oliver. Michelle Erickson is as connected to the U.S. Navy as Mary Coughlin and Middleton.
All that I have to do with that, is show how "Adam" from Lewis & Clark, knew Heinz who went to Lewis & Clark. Connect the dots.
Adams family, his Dad, is U.S. Navy intelligence in San Diego, CA. "Harper". Harper is a great fit for both Navy and Hamilton Steel in Canada.
Oh hello again Coughlin. Ms. Walker? How nice of you to dispose of my son to the likes of Theo Keyes and Michelle Erickson and Katetrid. Was Erica Ballinger also called in to torture my son?
I have a question. Is it Laura Laughin, or Laura McLaughlin? Something tells me someone in her family chose to drop the "Mc" for a reason.
I am rambling because I'm finding new information. For example, Alan L. Yuille! I looked him up because I was trying to find photos of the teacher I had in high school, Mike Yuille, who taught Psychology (which I never wanted to take) and A.P. History. He had a crush on Amy Nelson, who ended up being the one to sleep with Robin Bechtold. She actually told me about "sizes" of male parts once, and told me Robin's was "average". I had always thought, in high school, that Mr. Yuille maybe slept with her or tried to. He did not have just a passing interest in her; he was in love with her. I believed she worked as a Teacher's Assistant for him too, for Psychology. No one lit his face up like Amy. He stared at no one the way he stared at Amy. He was in LUV with Amy. Janet Bechtold liked Amy too.
So this Alan L. Yuille works at UCLA and went to college at University of Cambridge. He has a diagram up on his site that features a drawing of a purple horse, like my son used to refer to when he was showing me how someone was hypnotizing him. Alan also specializes in "vision" optics work, and works with Koreans or taught in Korea, something about Korea. He studied with Stephen Hawkings, and oh, he looks just like the Adam that worked at Lewis & Clark Law Library. He's collaborated with scientists who were involved in torture of children at McGill University in Canada.
I sent him an email and asked if he was any relation to Mike Yuille from Sherwood High School. I'll let you know if he replies.
;) Cheers! Oh toodles, cheers!!! (duchess of cambridge, proud sponsor of cancer for children)
I cannot find anything about Mike Yuille. He was supposedly a former U.S. military person I know that much. I think it was Marines, but possibly U.S. Navy. He was very interested in psychology and history and he didn't live in Sherwood, but outside of Sherwood--he commuted over a half hour each day to school. I thought he was having a student-professor affair with Amy and told some student so. I didn't accuse him, I just thought it was maybe possible because of how interested and flirtaceous they were with eachother. It was Reese Witherspoon in that movie about the girl who gets what she wants with an affair from the teacher. Well, Amy seemed nice enough to me, but she was the one who decided to sleep with Robin. It was played off to me like he had told her he didn't love her and she slapped him. Who knows. I have no idea how she decided Robin's "part" was "average".
Here is Katie Middleton's favorite song, with herself as the star:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiYF7pUPuFs
Why don't you dance bitch.
Here's what Anne Crane is interested in:
Dissection
(by Alan L. Yuille)
The "Lennox" family, by the way, is living in Canada, in the "Gore" district. They are connected to US Steel.
The song "No More I Love Yous" is one that Christa Schneider loved. She loved everything by Annie Lennox and went to her concerts and played her music all the time, beginning in late 2004.
Monday, September 22, 2008
TTSOML #80: My Sex History Timeline & Tancer/Heinz/Kerry
Age
1-16 Nothing
16-24 Had kissed and made out with one person in my life--Robin Bechtold. Did not have intercourse. Made out a few times.
24 1998. Date rape by coworker, under intoxication, AND while screaming at him to stop. Reported this to police in 2002.
I never drank, at that time in my life, at all. I had a half bottle of wine.
24 1998. Met Bryan and dated him, with my full and willing consent. Cried every single time, and then broke up with him
after I felt too guilty, having such relations outside of marriage. Went back to being celibate, and was celibate for
for another 3 years.
24 1998. Went to Mt. Angel Abbey to be able to study without having men approach me in the library. I wanted a safe
place to go.
25 1999. Met Christa Scheider. Began going out for one drink on the weekends. Told her everything about my life
including non-existant sex life and desire to wait until marriage. The only other person who had this information was
Dan Gatti and Greg Smith. It was after I told Gatti that he wanted me to date his son. He was surprised I'd been with
practically no one and celibate so long, and said he'd take my case because he knew what the Abbey was saying didn't
add up. He believed me, that I'd never attempted to seduce a monk and that they knew of my history.
26 2000.
Still celibate. Didn't get involved with anyone. Shocked by attempts of Abbey to claim I was a seductress when it was
so far from the truth. If they could smear me, they'd smear anyone, I decided. A police officer from Mt. Angel wanted
date me, Scott ______, and then decided against it, he claimed, after he found out my name was on their "board" bc
of the Abbey's claims I had done something wrong.
27 2001.
Began dancing on Friday nights under intoxicated state, but with only 2 drinks over a very long night, from 9 p.m.-3 or
4 a.m. The only time I ever drank, was on this night, while dancing. I didn't have an alcohol problem by any means. But
I was very new to drinking with zero prior experience and didn't know my tolerance levels. Since I was usually with my
friend Christa, I decided it was safe to drink because she'd look out for me. I never went home with anyone or got
involved with anyone.
28 2002.
It was after I filed the Abbey lawsuits, and after the WW article that I got involved with anyone. First, Beau Blixseth tried
and I forgot to mention, did try to get me to a hotel room after I was intoxicated from the glass of wine (his second
attempt). The first person I was with, after 3 years of celibacy, was Adam Segovia, and it was after he went out dancing
with me, but I think he was also drunk. He wanted me to kiss him publicly, though, at the bar, I remember. I was so
drunk, I obliged, even though I'm not into public displays at all. I can't say he took advantage of me because he seemed
drunk himself. After that, we were together consensually, and went out a few times, until I just cut it off. It was my
choice. I knew him for several months (maybe even a year? and saw him all the time at the library) before I ever went out dancing with him.
I think it was after Segovia that I was with my former boyfriend from high school, Robin Bechtold. It was after I'd been
drinking and my friend said she thought he had taken advantage of me. I didn't know what she was talking about and I
told him and I remember he acted panicking and made an attempt to write a bunch of email which later sounded like
covering his ass to me (he was already a lawyer by then besides). I had never heard of invalid consent before. I remember
telling Christa, crying, that I didn't know what was wrong with me, because I had high standards and didn't want to have
sex before marriage but that for some reason, everything changed after I was drinking. I remember crying about this. She
never gave helpful advice or instruction as to why this was--that it's not possible to make appropriate judgments while
totally smashed and that my consent was not really consent, nor was it my fault when the other party was sober and took
advantage of the situation.
29 2003.
I focused on the litigation I think and didn't allow things to distract me. I told Christa I didn't need the distraction of men
or of a boyfriend. After the WW article about me came out, in 2002, I pretty much went downhill. At the time it was
printed, I had been celibate for 3 years and waiting for marriage, and prior to that, had been raped at 24, as a virgin, and
then had had one consensual relationship. But they tried to make me out to be a seductress and writing sexually graphic
email, which I never did. Christa kept trying to drag me away from my research and litigation, by inviting me out to dance
or to different venues, but I noticed it was always around the time of important deadlines. Things weren't adding up with
her, but I didnt' want to assume without evidence.
After Halloween of 2003, I went dancing with a different friend from high school, whom I'd known for over a decade. I got
drunk at this thing called a "pajama party" which was at a club. I wasn't wearing pajamas but most were. I started
dancing with this guy who first seemed to scowl at me and then approached me to dance. It was Mike Tancer. He was a
really good dancer. I didn't know who he was and asked if he liked bossa nova. He said he did. I asked what he did for
work and he said he studied parasites, which I thought was funny in the setting we were in. I asked him what his last
name was but didn't ask him for his first name. He said it was Tancer. He asked me to go home with him and I said no.
Then, I left with my friend but had forgotten my card at the bar. I went back and he was there and we filled our cards out
together. Or receipts. I said I'd go with him but I wasn't having sex. I told my friend outside and she said I was drunk
and didn't know what I was doing and she tried to pull me away. This after telling me she was attracted to me earlier in
the night. I had no idea she was interested in women, at all. She cut me off, a friendship of over 15 years, because of
my decision to leave with Tancer. I said I just wanted to make out but Tancer wanted to do more and did, but he didn't
press sex. He had me do something to him. Then he drove me home in the morning and took my phone number. When
I told Christa, and told her he'd told me his parents had a winery, called Iron Horse, and other details, she told me not to
go out with him the next time. He'd been shocked when I told him I was planning, or wanted to join the FBI through the
lawyer referral program. He kept asking if I was FBI. He was surprised I read the NYT.
Next time I went out with him, he took me to a nice dinner. I had one margarita and then we went to an art show in St.
Johns, for his friend from Lewis & Clark, a son of Theresa Heinz, John Kerry's wife. He said they should have some good
"stuff" (this was before I told him about wanting to be in the FBI) and it was very clear he meant drugs. The Heinz guy was
scruffy looking and large, and wearing a white suit. His art was a massive, wall mounted vagina or something, made out
cones. It took up almost the entire wall. I was snubbed by one of the women there and the Heinz guy (who Tancer said
a was a ketschup heir and who I didn't know anything about) was looking me up and down. He was feeling me out and
after this, Tancer got a call from them and told them he'd be over later. It seemed they wanted him to come over later,
without me. So Tancer takes me out to Bar 15 first and I ordered a vodka-soda. I don't know what was in it, but I was
exceptionally drunk after drinking only half of it. I was staggering drunk and unable to hold onto my purse. I told him
I didn't want to have sex but he said I could just sleep. I was completely ready to pass out. I got to his place and he gave
me pajama bottoms
UPDATE. I decided, after my "break" post and listening to "Umbrella" about 20 times, I'm going to finish this in Part II of My Sex History.
UPDATE. Changed my mind. I don't think I want 3 "sex history" posts on my blog. So, continuing with tancer...
...After I got changed, I fully intended to sleep, and then other things happened. I cannot say it was consensual, because
I was so much farther inebriated than Tancer was, and he hadn't even had hardly anything to drink. I also didn't know
why I was SO out of it, because half a drink shouldn't have done that to me. I had the other margarita with dinner and
time had passed. The next morning, things happened and I was still a little out of it. I didn't make a big deal about it
and he drove me home. He had made a big deal, telling me how drunk he was the first night we were together, and it
seemed panicky. At this time in my life, it never crossed my mind that something "illegal" was taking place. I didn't
get sex ed in high school because my parents opted me out. I didn't drink until very late in life and was still getting to
know tolerance. I never heard anything about sexual harassment or consent and non-consent as I didn't go to a college
that required a seminar or anything in it. I'd never heard of it. I just felt something WAS wrong, but I blamed myself. I
figured there was something wrong with me and that I must have a total lack of self-control where others seemed to
have no problem. I thought it was my responsibility to know what my limitations were, but I didn't really have practice
or protection. I never knew there was an actual law that was supposed to protect me, and that other people knew about
it. I just blamed myself. I thought I wasn't strong enough. I wasn't an alcoholic. I rarely drank, and I didn't drink to get drunk but just buzzed--however I hadn't found my limit yet. And I thought, I don't want to be with a bunch of people, so I thought, since I was already with
Tancer, I'd see if things worked out with him. It was the next time I was planning to be with him that Christa warned me
not to go. He had called and wanted to come over and I didn't call him back. I didn't put him first or at the top of my
priority list because I spent most of my time researching legal theories. I spent an entire Saturday ignoring his calls
while I tried to get work done, because I was putting work first (the Saturday of the night we went to the nice dinner and art thing). So then he wanted to get together on a Friday or
something, instead of Saturday and I said I'd go over since I'd missed his call the day before. I went over to his place,
and I suppose I don't even know if it was his place for sure, but it was a large apartment/loft next to a Catholic church.
When he picked me up for dinner the car he drove, he said, wasn't his. It was some kind of racecar or had some sort of
turbo engine or something but he apologized for it. I don't know what his car was supposed to be. I didn't ask. So I
went to his place and was working on my legal stuff while he watched t.v. and then he carried me to his room. I was
with him, it was consensual, and not involving alcohol, and then the next morning but he seemed to be changed and
cold. I told him I was planning to move to Wenatchee to get state residency there for legal and other reasons, and he
said his mother had been born there and raised there. So he had ties to Wenatchee. On a prior occasion, he received
his passport from a courier at the door, early in the morning. He showed it to me, and told me he was going to Thailand
or India or something, for 3 months, on business. He expressed something of an interest in me, but I went back and
forth and said I had too many things going on and it wasn't good timing. I really liked him, a lot. I thought we had more
common than even he knew, because I didn't give all my cards away, but I was focused on the litigation. I didn't think
he had anything to do with my litigation, at all. I had a migraine, once at his place, and he gave me a head massage, and
then acted weird when he saw me take some pills. "What is this?!" he said. They were muscle relaxants. Flexeril from
Mexico because they were cheaper. I didn't know why he even cared, except maybe that I took them before we went to
bed together, because my head was killing me. Besides, his friend, Heinz, I was sure, was into the cocaine business,
as I was told by Tancer, he had "really good" shit. Of course, I never saw it, because they called and didn't want me to
be there with Tancer. That night, Tancer went to his place with me instead of out to the after-party. It is POSSIBLE that
drink was a normal drink, but it just seems very odd. It could have been a double, or something, because it didn't affect
me normally. It seemed to me, there was something else in that drink. He seemed amused by it and said how could I get so drunk? He actually told me I didn't have to finish it, and set it aside. It was bizarre and at his place, later, I couldn't even move when he decided to have sex with me, after I told him I just wanted to go to sleep. When I left his place, I accidentally left behind a ring and my flexeril pills. Tancer had told me he could
get me some Vicodin for my migraines, so this reinforced my idea that he had a drug connection (which now, I obviously
have no problem with because I support getting rid of drug laws now). I don't know if perhaps this was used against
me though.
I had zero experience with drugs. If Tancer wasn't also a federal employee, and didn't know Garza and Bujanda, I believe
it's possible the FBI bugged Tancer's place. Christa asked where it was, so they would know. I actually think, though,
that she didn't know where I was going that first night, after dancing. No one would have guessed. I don't think. And
yet the comments Bujanda and Garza repeated, which I made to Tancer that night, while inebriated, were repeated by
the FBI guys like they'd either been there, heard things, seen something, or were filled in on the details. I said a bunch
of silly stuff to Tancer, and was talking while we made out, and even sang a little. NO. WAIT. I DID talk to Tancer that
first night, and he thought I was charming and more "fun" than other women because of it. HOWEVER, the comments
that Bujanda and Garza repeated WERE after I'd already told Christa about Tancer, and how I thought he had friends
into drugs. Because it was comments I made the last time I was with Tancer, that were repeated to me by the FBI. This
was also after I'd told Tancer AND Christa I wanted to join the FBI as a lawyer. Tancer gave me a meltable excederin
which tasted awful and I complained and he said it was the latest thing and so I said sarcastically, in a feigned voice of
pleasure, "Mmmm! It's smooooth!" and he cracked up laughing. Garza repeated this same thing to me, and a few other
things, later, when I met them. I wondered if Tancer worked for the FBI at all because he said he did research for OHSU
and when I went to the Portland FBI building, I noted there was a department of OHSU in the same building, one floor
above the FBI offices. I wondered if there was a connection. Tancer seemed paranoid that I might be FBI though, and kept wanting to say how drunk he'd been that first night and later too.
I went to the FBI office in Portland, Oregon, to hand over a timeline to S.A. Julia Thornton after she had met me to take
my complaint about Garza and Bujanda after it happened. I mainly went to see where it was and see if I could pick up
any clues as to what was around it. I was curious, because I wanted to know how close it was to where I'd first met
Bujanda for coffee, etc.
I met Tancer after Halloween and saw him until November's end. I asked him to return my flexeril and my ring and he
refused. He wouldn't return my calls. I finally told him I would file a small claims lawsuit if he didn't return my things
and then all of a sudden, he said I could pick them up. I told him I was NOT going to pick them up and to mail them to me but he said he'd drop them off. Finally he did. He had told me, "I'm a jerk sometimes" from the first. He acted like one too. As much as I liked him on one hand and didn't want to go to some other guy, things didn't add up right. I thought maybe later they could. I told him to look me up in a year, after things had settled down for me. He didn't call me until after
I'd reported the FBI guys and moved to Wenatchee, or started commuting to Wenatchee. After I reported Bujanda and Garza, not to Julia Thornton, but to the special S.A.s from the FBI east coast and west coast, all of a sudden he tried to call. I thought it was odd. My grandmother told me she got a call from "Mike" and that he told her I had his number. I didn't have his number as I'd gotten rid of it. I wondered if Mike had something to do with the FBI and learned about the complaint and was trying to reach me to talk to me, the same way Raul Bujanda suddenly called me and had a "trinket" to give me after I first complained about him to Julia Thornton. I had a bad feeling about it. If Mike really wanted to call, he'd call me again. I wasn't going on the record as the one who called HIM, as I knew it could be made to appear.
I believe there is a likely connection between the Abbey lawyers/church, Mike and the FBI guys. Too many things. It was after I made this complaint to the FBI, which Christa didn't want me to do, that she totally backed off. Other things happened with HER first, which I'll go into, but she invited me to a kind of "last supper" in Oregon, with a bunch of people who glared at me and then pretended to like me, and then she would only check in occasionally to see what was going on. This occured after I lost my claims and they were dismissed. It was like her work, primary work, was done.
I not only reported the FBI guys, but I also reported what I believed was drug activity by a John Kerry relation-by-marriage. Heinz. I emailed this information and spoke to the FBI about it. This was all during election process which I wasn't involved in. I was so wrapped up with Catholic church litigation, I didn't care about politics. I had voted Republican in the past, and voted for Bush the first time, but abstained from voting at all the second time around. I didn't know what I thought about anything anymore, and wasn't registered correctly and it just seemed like a hassle. I was apathetic, pretty much.
But Kerry lost. I wondered if anyone ever leaked the fact that I had brought anything up about Tancer and Heinz.
People question who would harm my son and me. I have reported enough power people to be at risk. There is abundant motive. I just don't know who exactly, but I do think the Catholic church, not the whole entity, but some people within, have had their hand in this all along. When I moved to Wenachee, after reporting the FBI, and still in litigation with the Archdiocese, I suddenly started getting written up as "mentally ll" and "drug seeking".
By the time I had my son, and we were ripped to shreds, I was also classified as an "alcoholic".
I hardly ever drank. When I did, I was assaulted.
By the government and most likely, those who were both government AND Catholic.
I think I don't even know the half of it. Yet.
30 2004. ___________ His name is blanking out right now.
By this time, I had lost my defamation claim, it was dismissed when I kept getting sick and couldn't defend for it. It was
odd how I kept getting bronchitis. I was extremely sick, and kept getting it, for over 6 months. I also had problems
with my fax and electronics in Oregon. I had told Christa all the psychological crap the Abbey pulled didn't work with
me and that I was strong enough. I told her my main distraction was men because when I started to fall for someone,
I slacked off on my research and drive. It was a distraction, and I wondered if this was why I kept having these horrible
situations with men enter my life, to distract and traumatize me. I also told her, basically, nothing but physical illness
deterred me from work and my passion. It was after this, and after I expressed this self-revelation, that I became ill
all the time with bronchitis. Before, I'd just noticed it when I had my knee surgery and had to recover. I told Christa I
was going out one night, dancing, by myself, because I was stressed, and I met someone I was with for quite some time
until I realized what a user and jerk he was. I wondered if he had been a set up as well. When you have a total stranger,
a bartender, telling you to ditch the jerk and that you're better than that, you know something is wrong. I was trying to
make something last with one person though. But it wasn't my fault. Not only did he lie about some things, he told me
later he was bisexual and that he wasn't with other men in "that way" but I later saw him in a car with some guy we'd
met while going out. I met his mother and sister, so he seemed to be okay, but he was just iffy. It was as I was getting
out of things with him that I met the FBI guys. I was just finishing up with college and telling Christa I was taking
practice LSATs. I was planning to apply to law school and then FBI through lawyer referral program. I wanted to take
down bullys and corporate criminals, and fight for civil rights, and I wanted to get rid of church privileges. I was going
to file a federal complaint if I lost the defamation case, and Christa knew I planned to walk straight to the federal
courthouse, I told her over the phone, to file this, if I lost the hearing at the district court (a couple blocks away). I lost
and walked to the federal courthouse, which is when I just-so-happened to run into Raul Bujanda.
Assault by Bujanda and Garza. I'll get into details after the rest of the TTSOMLs are in order. But after this, I was shell-
shocked. I had told Christa it was my last "dream" and somethign I was working towards. I kept getting tickets in Oregon, by police officers, for things I wasn't doing, including the weird parking tickets that disappeared from court when I brought in my proof. Things got MUCH worse after I reported the FBI guys. So I knew I had to leave the state. But since everyone knew I was leaving, and where I was going, they just set things up there, and followed and tracked me. And that's when the crazy medical records began.
31 2005.
After the FBI guys assaulted me, and thinking about how these other guys always approached me when I was dancing
and/or intoxicated, I decided to stay away. I went to a few places to dance, but quit after I discovered no one "dances"
in Wenatchee. They drink beer and cling to their high school groups and are completely closed off to "strangers" and
outsiders. You don't "mingle" in Wenatchee. I refused to be with anyone that I thought had any connection whatever to
law enforcement, the Catholic church, or any of the problems I was trying to get away from. So when I finally did hook
up with someone, after having too much to drink (but he'd had equally too much to drink so we were even), it was an
orchard worker. He was sufficiently poor and non-threatening, didn't speak any English, and didn't know a god damn
thing about me. It probably would have never happened, but after a suicide attempt by me, after I CONTINUED to be h
harassed by Abbey attorney John Kaempf, I wasn't really myself. If I wasn't myself, at least I was safe with someone who
at least wasn't a threat or had an agenda. What John Kaempf did that set me off, was to file an anti-harassment order
against ME after I sent him an email making it clear I was filing one agaisnt HIM for harassing my Granny. Before I
could file it, but after I told him what I was doing, he turned around and tried to "get me first". This is after years of
harassment by him and his party, and their lies about me. So I'd had enough, I thought, and my own relatives were
turning out to be greedy, religious fanatics and didn't listen to me about my grandmother's alzheimers so I moved out...
to my relative's great chagrin...into one of their orchard workers cabins.
And actually, some of my best friends have been those in the hispanic community, who treated me like family more
than my own blood.
I wasn't sexually involved with anyone else after that. After my baby's father, I was celibate again, through the greater
2/3 of my pregnancy and then until my son was taken from my by CPS, after I tried to flee this god-forsaken country,
for Canada. Thinking it would be different.
I wonder what Canada thinks now. Maybe now they'll be mad that I said anything about a Heinz relative. It's all my
fault, right? that Bush got into office once again? all because I snitched to the FBI about a cocaine connection within
the Kerry community. Pardon my sarcasm, but it comes out now and then when I think about the shit I've been put
through.
So that's me. Big bad scary slut. So virginal though! Once upon a time. Before the crime. Oh, and then I started taking
a closer look at the U.S. connections to contributions to the IRA in Ireland and some other Catholic connections within the intelligence communities in the U.S. After the litigation with the Catholic church was over and I kept seeing all these police profiling me, and I'm wondering WHY.
1-16 Nothing
16-24 Had kissed and made out with one person in my life--Robin Bechtold. Did not have intercourse. Made out a few times.
24 1998. Date rape by coworker, under intoxication, AND while screaming at him to stop. Reported this to police in 2002.
I never drank, at that time in my life, at all. I had a half bottle of wine.
24 1998. Met Bryan and dated him, with my full and willing consent. Cried every single time, and then broke up with him
after I felt too guilty, having such relations outside of marriage. Went back to being celibate, and was celibate for
for another 3 years.
24 1998. Went to Mt. Angel Abbey to be able to study without having men approach me in the library. I wanted a safe
place to go.
25 1999. Met Christa Scheider. Began going out for one drink on the weekends. Told her everything about my life
including non-existant sex life and desire to wait until marriage. The only other person who had this information was
Dan Gatti and Greg Smith. It was after I told Gatti that he wanted me to date his son. He was surprised I'd been with
practically no one and celibate so long, and said he'd take my case because he knew what the Abbey was saying didn't
add up. He believed me, that I'd never attempted to seduce a monk and that they knew of my history.
26 2000.
Still celibate. Didn't get involved with anyone. Shocked by attempts of Abbey to claim I was a seductress when it was
so far from the truth. If they could smear me, they'd smear anyone, I decided. A police officer from Mt. Angel wanted
date me, Scott ______, and then decided against it, he claimed, after he found out my name was on their "board" bc
of the Abbey's claims I had done something wrong.
27 2001.
Began dancing on Friday nights under intoxicated state, but with only 2 drinks over a very long night, from 9 p.m.-3 or
4 a.m. The only time I ever drank, was on this night, while dancing. I didn't have an alcohol problem by any means. But
I was very new to drinking with zero prior experience and didn't know my tolerance levels. Since I was usually with my
friend Christa, I decided it was safe to drink because she'd look out for me. I never went home with anyone or got
involved with anyone.
28 2002.
It was after I filed the Abbey lawsuits, and after the WW article that I got involved with anyone. First, Beau Blixseth tried
and I forgot to mention, did try to get me to a hotel room after I was intoxicated from the glass of wine (his second
attempt). The first person I was with, after 3 years of celibacy, was Adam Segovia, and it was after he went out dancing
with me, but I think he was also drunk. He wanted me to kiss him publicly, though, at the bar, I remember. I was so
drunk, I obliged, even though I'm not into public displays at all. I can't say he took advantage of me because he seemed
drunk himself. After that, we were together consensually, and went out a few times, until I just cut it off. It was my
choice. I knew him for several months (maybe even a year? and saw him all the time at the library) before I ever went out dancing with him.
I think it was after Segovia that I was with my former boyfriend from high school, Robin Bechtold. It was after I'd been
drinking and my friend said she thought he had taken advantage of me. I didn't know what she was talking about and I
told him and I remember he acted panicking and made an attempt to write a bunch of email which later sounded like
covering his ass to me (he was already a lawyer by then besides). I had never heard of invalid consent before. I remember
telling Christa, crying, that I didn't know what was wrong with me, because I had high standards and didn't want to have
sex before marriage but that for some reason, everything changed after I was drinking. I remember crying about this. She
never gave helpful advice or instruction as to why this was--that it's not possible to make appropriate judgments while
totally smashed and that my consent was not really consent, nor was it my fault when the other party was sober and took
advantage of the situation.
29 2003.
I focused on the litigation I think and didn't allow things to distract me. I told Christa I didn't need the distraction of men
or of a boyfriend. After the WW article about me came out, in 2002, I pretty much went downhill. At the time it was
printed, I had been celibate for 3 years and waiting for marriage, and prior to that, had been raped at 24, as a virgin, and
then had had one consensual relationship. But they tried to make me out to be a seductress and writing sexually graphic
email, which I never did. Christa kept trying to drag me away from my research and litigation, by inviting me out to dance
or to different venues, but I noticed it was always around the time of important deadlines. Things weren't adding up with
her, but I didnt' want to assume without evidence.
After Halloween of 2003, I went dancing with a different friend from high school, whom I'd known for over a decade. I got
drunk at this thing called a "pajama party" which was at a club. I wasn't wearing pajamas but most were. I started
dancing with this guy who first seemed to scowl at me and then approached me to dance. It was Mike Tancer. He was a
really good dancer. I didn't know who he was and asked if he liked bossa nova. He said he did. I asked what he did for
work and he said he studied parasites, which I thought was funny in the setting we were in. I asked him what his last
name was but didn't ask him for his first name. He said it was Tancer. He asked me to go home with him and I said no.
Then, I left with my friend but had forgotten my card at the bar. I went back and he was there and we filled our cards out
together. Or receipts. I said I'd go with him but I wasn't having sex. I told my friend outside and she said I was drunk
and didn't know what I was doing and she tried to pull me away. This after telling me she was attracted to me earlier in
the night. I had no idea she was interested in women, at all. She cut me off, a friendship of over 15 years, because of
my decision to leave with Tancer. I said I just wanted to make out but Tancer wanted to do more and did, but he didn't
press sex. He had me do something to him. Then he drove me home in the morning and took my phone number. When
I told Christa, and told her he'd told me his parents had a winery, called Iron Horse, and other details, she told me not to
go out with him the next time. He'd been shocked when I told him I was planning, or wanted to join the FBI through the
lawyer referral program. He kept asking if I was FBI. He was surprised I read the NYT.
Next time I went out with him, he took me to a nice dinner. I had one margarita and then we went to an art show in St.
Johns, for his friend from Lewis & Clark, a son of Theresa Heinz, John Kerry's wife. He said they should have some good
"stuff" (this was before I told him about wanting to be in the FBI) and it was very clear he meant drugs. The Heinz guy was
scruffy looking and large, and wearing a white suit. His art was a massive, wall mounted vagina or something, made out
cones. It took up almost the entire wall. I was snubbed by one of the women there and the Heinz guy (who Tancer said
a was a ketschup heir and who I didn't know anything about) was looking me up and down. He was feeling me out and
after this, Tancer got a call from them and told them he'd be over later. It seemed they wanted him to come over later,
without me. So Tancer takes me out to Bar 15 first and I ordered a vodka-soda. I don't know what was in it, but I was
exceptionally drunk after drinking only half of it. I was staggering drunk and unable to hold onto my purse. I told him
I didn't want to have sex but he said I could just sleep. I was completely ready to pass out. I got to his place and he gave
me pajama bottoms
UPDATE. I decided, after my "break" post and listening to "Umbrella" about 20 times, I'm going to finish this in Part II of My Sex History.
UPDATE. Changed my mind. I don't think I want 3 "sex history" posts on my blog. So, continuing with tancer...
...After I got changed, I fully intended to sleep, and then other things happened. I cannot say it was consensual, because
I was so much farther inebriated than Tancer was, and he hadn't even had hardly anything to drink. I also didn't know
why I was SO out of it, because half a drink shouldn't have done that to me. I had the other margarita with dinner and
time had passed. The next morning, things happened and I was still a little out of it. I didn't make a big deal about it
and he drove me home. He had made a big deal, telling me how drunk he was the first night we were together, and it
seemed panicky. At this time in my life, it never crossed my mind that something "illegal" was taking place. I didn't
get sex ed in high school because my parents opted me out. I didn't drink until very late in life and was still getting to
know tolerance. I never heard anything about sexual harassment or consent and non-consent as I didn't go to a college
that required a seminar or anything in it. I'd never heard of it. I just felt something WAS wrong, but I blamed myself. I
figured there was something wrong with me and that I must have a total lack of self-control where others seemed to
have no problem. I thought it was my responsibility to know what my limitations were, but I didn't really have practice
or protection. I never knew there was an actual law that was supposed to protect me, and that other people knew about
it. I just blamed myself. I thought I wasn't strong enough. I wasn't an alcoholic. I rarely drank, and I didn't drink to get drunk but just buzzed--however I hadn't found my limit yet. And I thought, I don't want to be with a bunch of people, so I thought, since I was already with
Tancer, I'd see if things worked out with him. It was the next time I was planning to be with him that Christa warned me
not to go. He had called and wanted to come over and I didn't call him back. I didn't put him first or at the top of my
priority list because I spent most of my time researching legal theories. I spent an entire Saturday ignoring his calls
while I tried to get work done, because I was putting work first (the Saturday of the night we went to the nice dinner and art thing). So then he wanted to get together on a Friday or
something, instead of Saturday and I said I'd go over since I'd missed his call the day before. I went over to his place,
and I suppose I don't even know if it was his place for sure, but it was a large apartment/loft next to a Catholic church.
When he picked me up for dinner the car he drove, he said, wasn't his. It was some kind of racecar or had some sort of
turbo engine or something but he apologized for it. I don't know what his car was supposed to be. I didn't ask. So I
went to his place and was working on my legal stuff while he watched t.v. and then he carried me to his room. I was
with him, it was consensual, and not involving alcohol, and then the next morning but he seemed to be changed and
cold. I told him I was planning to move to Wenatchee to get state residency there for legal and other reasons, and he
said his mother had been born there and raised there. So he had ties to Wenatchee. On a prior occasion, he received
his passport from a courier at the door, early in the morning. He showed it to me, and told me he was going to Thailand
or India or something, for 3 months, on business. He expressed something of an interest in me, but I went back and
forth and said I had too many things going on and it wasn't good timing. I really liked him, a lot. I thought we had more
common than even he knew, because I didn't give all my cards away, but I was focused on the litigation. I didn't think
he had anything to do with my litigation, at all. I had a migraine, once at his place, and he gave me a head massage, and
then acted weird when he saw me take some pills. "What is this?!" he said. They were muscle relaxants. Flexeril from
Mexico because they were cheaper. I didn't know why he even cared, except maybe that I took them before we went to
bed together, because my head was killing me. Besides, his friend, Heinz, I was sure, was into the cocaine business,
as I was told by Tancer, he had "really good" shit. Of course, I never saw it, because they called and didn't want me to
be there with Tancer. That night, Tancer went to his place with me instead of out to the after-party. It is POSSIBLE that
drink was a normal drink, but it just seems very odd. It could have been a double, or something, because it didn't affect
me normally. It seemed to me, there was something else in that drink. He seemed amused by it and said how could I get so drunk? He actually told me I didn't have to finish it, and set it aside. It was bizarre and at his place, later, I couldn't even move when he decided to have sex with me, after I told him I just wanted to go to sleep. When I left his place, I accidentally left behind a ring and my flexeril pills. Tancer had told me he could
get me some Vicodin for my migraines, so this reinforced my idea that he had a drug connection (which now, I obviously
have no problem with because I support getting rid of drug laws now). I don't know if perhaps this was used against
me though.
I had zero experience with drugs. If Tancer wasn't also a federal employee, and didn't know Garza and Bujanda, I believe
it's possible the FBI bugged Tancer's place. Christa asked where it was, so they would know. I actually think, though,
that she didn't know where I was going that first night, after dancing. No one would have guessed. I don't think. And
yet the comments Bujanda and Garza repeated, which I made to Tancer that night, while inebriated, were repeated by
the FBI guys like they'd either been there, heard things, seen something, or were filled in on the details. I said a bunch
of silly stuff to Tancer, and was talking while we made out, and even sang a little. NO. WAIT. I DID talk to Tancer that
first night, and he thought I was charming and more "fun" than other women because of it. HOWEVER, the comments
that Bujanda and Garza repeated WERE after I'd already told Christa about Tancer, and how I thought he had friends
into drugs. Because it was comments I made the last time I was with Tancer, that were repeated to me by the FBI. This
was also after I'd told Tancer AND Christa I wanted to join the FBI as a lawyer. Tancer gave me a meltable excederin
which tasted awful and I complained and he said it was the latest thing and so I said sarcastically, in a feigned voice of
pleasure, "Mmmm! It's smooooth!" and he cracked up laughing. Garza repeated this same thing to me, and a few other
things, later, when I met them. I wondered if Tancer worked for the FBI at all because he said he did research for OHSU
and when I went to the Portland FBI building, I noted there was a department of OHSU in the same building, one floor
above the FBI offices. I wondered if there was a connection. Tancer seemed paranoid that I might be FBI though, and kept wanting to say how drunk he'd been that first night and later too.
I went to the FBI office in Portland, Oregon, to hand over a timeline to S.A. Julia Thornton after she had met me to take
my complaint about Garza and Bujanda after it happened. I mainly went to see where it was and see if I could pick up
any clues as to what was around it. I was curious, because I wanted to know how close it was to where I'd first met
Bujanda for coffee, etc.
I met Tancer after Halloween and saw him until November's end. I asked him to return my flexeril and my ring and he
refused. He wouldn't return my calls. I finally told him I would file a small claims lawsuit if he didn't return my things
and then all of a sudden, he said I could pick them up. I told him I was NOT going to pick them up and to mail them to me but he said he'd drop them off. Finally he did. He had told me, "I'm a jerk sometimes" from the first. He acted like one too. As much as I liked him on one hand and didn't want to go to some other guy, things didn't add up right. I thought maybe later they could. I told him to look me up in a year, after things had settled down for me. He didn't call me until after
I'd reported the FBI guys and moved to Wenatchee, or started commuting to Wenatchee. After I reported Bujanda and Garza, not to Julia Thornton, but to the special S.A.s from the FBI east coast and west coast, all of a sudden he tried to call. I thought it was odd. My grandmother told me she got a call from "Mike" and that he told her I had his number. I didn't have his number as I'd gotten rid of it. I wondered if Mike had something to do with the FBI and learned about the complaint and was trying to reach me to talk to me, the same way Raul Bujanda suddenly called me and had a "trinket" to give me after I first complained about him to Julia Thornton. I had a bad feeling about it. If Mike really wanted to call, he'd call me again. I wasn't going on the record as the one who called HIM, as I knew it could be made to appear.
I believe there is a likely connection between the Abbey lawyers/church, Mike and the FBI guys. Too many things. It was after I made this complaint to the FBI, which Christa didn't want me to do, that she totally backed off. Other things happened with HER first, which I'll go into, but she invited me to a kind of "last supper" in Oregon, with a bunch of people who glared at me and then pretended to like me, and then she would only check in occasionally to see what was going on. This occured after I lost my claims and they were dismissed. It was like her work, primary work, was done.
I not only reported the FBI guys, but I also reported what I believed was drug activity by a John Kerry relation-by-marriage. Heinz. I emailed this information and spoke to the FBI about it. This was all during election process which I wasn't involved in. I was so wrapped up with Catholic church litigation, I didn't care about politics. I had voted Republican in the past, and voted for Bush the first time, but abstained from voting at all the second time around. I didn't know what I thought about anything anymore, and wasn't registered correctly and it just seemed like a hassle. I was apathetic, pretty much.
But Kerry lost. I wondered if anyone ever leaked the fact that I had brought anything up about Tancer and Heinz.
People question who would harm my son and me. I have reported enough power people to be at risk. There is abundant motive. I just don't know who exactly, but I do think the Catholic church, not the whole entity, but some people within, have had their hand in this all along. When I moved to Wenachee, after reporting the FBI, and still in litigation with the Archdiocese, I suddenly started getting written up as "mentally ll" and "drug seeking".
By the time I had my son, and we were ripped to shreds, I was also classified as an "alcoholic".
I hardly ever drank. When I did, I was assaulted.
By the government and most likely, those who were both government AND Catholic.
I think I don't even know the half of it. Yet.
30 2004. ___________ His name is blanking out right now.
By this time, I had lost my defamation claim, it was dismissed when I kept getting sick and couldn't defend for it. It was
odd how I kept getting bronchitis. I was extremely sick, and kept getting it, for over 6 months. I also had problems
with my fax and electronics in Oregon. I had told Christa all the psychological crap the Abbey pulled didn't work with
me and that I was strong enough. I told her my main distraction was men because when I started to fall for someone,
I slacked off on my research and drive. It was a distraction, and I wondered if this was why I kept having these horrible
situations with men enter my life, to distract and traumatize me. I also told her, basically, nothing but physical illness
deterred me from work and my passion. It was after this, and after I expressed this self-revelation, that I became ill
all the time with bronchitis. Before, I'd just noticed it when I had my knee surgery and had to recover. I told Christa I
was going out one night, dancing, by myself, because I was stressed, and I met someone I was with for quite some time
until I realized what a user and jerk he was. I wondered if he had been a set up as well. When you have a total stranger,
a bartender, telling you to ditch the jerk and that you're better than that, you know something is wrong. I was trying to
make something last with one person though. But it wasn't my fault. Not only did he lie about some things, he told me
later he was bisexual and that he wasn't with other men in "that way" but I later saw him in a car with some guy we'd
met while going out. I met his mother and sister, so he seemed to be okay, but he was just iffy. It was as I was getting
out of things with him that I met the FBI guys. I was just finishing up with college and telling Christa I was taking
practice LSATs. I was planning to apply to law school and then FBI through lawyer referral program. I wanted to take
down bullys and corporate criminals, and fight for civil rights, and I wanted to get rid of church privileges. I was going
to file a federal complaint if I lost the defamation case, and Christa knew I planned to walk straight to the federal
courthouse, I told her over the phone, to file this, if I lost the hearing at the district court (a couple blocks away). I lost
and walked to the federal courthouse, which is when I just-so-happened to run into Raul Bujanda.
Assault by Bujanda and Garza. I'll get into details after the rest of the TTSOMLs are in order. But after this, I was shell-
shocked. I had told Christa it was my last "dream" and somethign I was working towards. I kept getting tickets in Oregon, by police officers, for things I wasn't doing, including the weird parking tickets that disappeared from court when I brought in my proof. Things got MUCH worse after I reported the FBI guys. So I knew I had to leave the state. But since everyone knew I was leaving, and where I was going, they just set things up there, and followed and tracked me. And that's when the crazy medical records began.
31 2005.
After the FBI guys assaulted me, and thinking about how these other guys always approached me when I was dancing
and/or intoxicated, I decided to stay away. I went to a few places to dance, but quit after I discovered no one "dances"
in Wenatchee. They drink beer and cling to their high school groups and are completely closed off to "strangers" and
outsiders. You don't "mingle" in Wenatchee. I refused to be with anyone that I thought had any connection whatever to
law enforcement, the Catholic church, or any of the problems I was trying to get away from. So when I finally did hook
up with someone, after having too much to drink (but he'd had equally too much to drink so we were even), it was an
orchard worker. He was sufficiently poor and non-threatening, didn't speak any English, and didn't know a god damn
thing about me. It probably would have never happened, but after a suicide attempt by me, after I CONTINUED to be h
harassed by Abbey attorney John Kaempf, I wasn't really myself. If I wasn't myself, at least I was safe with someone who
at least wasn't a threat or had an agenda. What John Kaempf did that set me off, was to file an anti-harassment order
against ME after I sent him an email making it clear I was filing one agaisnt HIM for harassing my Granny. Before I
could file it, but after I told him what I was doing, he turned around and tried to "get me first". This is after years of
harassment by him and his party, and their lies about me. So I'd had enough, I thought, and my own relatives were
turning out to be greedy, religious fanatics and didn't listen to me about my grandmother's alzheimers so I moved out...
to my relative's great chagrin...into one of their orchard workers cabins.
And actually, some of my best friends have been those in the hispanic community, who treated me like family more
than my own blood.
I wasn't sexually involved with anyone else after that. After my baby's father, I was celibate again, through the greater
2/3 of my pregnancy and then until my son was taken from my by CPS, after I tried to flee this god-forsaken country,
for Canada. Thinking it would be different.
I wonder what Canada thinks now. Maybe now they'll be mad that I said anything about a Heinz relative. It's all my
fault, right? that Bush got into office once again? all because I snitched to the FBI about a cocaine connection within
the Kerry community. Pardon my sarcasm, but it comes out now and then when I think about the shit I've been put
through.
So that's me. Big bad scary slut. So virginal though! Once upon a time. Before the crime. Oh, and then I started taking
a closer look at the U.S. connections to contributions to the IRA in Ireland and some other Catholic connections within the intelligence communities in the U.S. After the litigation with the Catholic church was over and I kept seeing all these police profiling me, and I'm wondering WHY.
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