Goldsmith and Bartlett? & FBI Destruction of Bank Records

I ended up finding out there may be relatives from England in California and working with people who go to the store I shop at!

I guess it was strange how I ended up finding this, but it came up online and some of it I wasn't looking for at all.  I really don't know whether any of these people are related or just have the same last names or what.

I was thinking maybe there was a health food store owned by the health food owners here, and looked it up and didn't find that, but I found out what the Eden Valley Naturals owner's last name is and I hadn't noticed before.  Her name is Jolene Bartlett.

Anyway, I've been buying things there for a couple of years and have made some orders too.  It's nice to have a health food store that is nearby.

So her name was all over, in Puyallup, WA and Salt Lake City, Utah mostly but it was also showing up for San Antonio, TX and San Diego, CA (though I don't know it was the same Jolene Bartlett).  I thought maybe there were different branches of this store then, and checked Leavenworth, WA because that is close to my son.  All I found was Bartletts who are in Wildlife & Fisheries there.

I guess Grace Bartlett wrote a book in 1967 called The Story of Wallowa Lake, and was employed by F&W and Craig Bartlett is with F&W there and in Seattle, WA and he studies wildlife or goes outdoors for field work.

I'm taking F&W this term at OSU and have really enjoyed it and found it much more interesting than I expected.  It is super-connected to the FBI as it turns out.  F&W doesn't just work with animals and fish, it is super-connected to the DEA (who have them look out for illegal growing), State police (who go on field trips to arrest poachers and people so they work with the Wildlife people all the time, and FBI (who work on both drug, habitat, and investigation of poaching crimes and things).  So this class, only 1 credit, has been full of information about all kinds of work and how interconnected F&W is to the Department of Justice and FBI and State patrol/police.  I think most of all, State police, but they work very closely with the other mentioned departments (according to OSU! and the employees of F&W!)

That's all I noticed but then, up popped this line from that search, about a Mary Shipp Bartlett who works at Scripps College in California.  The only reason I even noticed is because Robin Bechtold went to Claremont College and it is part of Scripps College, which is where Erik Lund went.  I really don't know if Mary Shipp Bartlett is related to the ones I live next to or that my son lives next to, but I looked at her newspaper that she's editor of and she works with Lori Bettison-Varga (Varga sounds familiar for some reason) and Patricia Goldsmith (VP for instructional advancement).

So then, of course, I thought, "Isn't Goldsmith Carol Middleton's maiden name or something?  Something like that" so I checked, and yes, it is!  Her maiden name is Carol Goldsmith and Katie's Uncle that did cocaine with Katie and William at his place, is Gary Goldsmith and I guess he just got married to a criminal (convicted of theft) named Julie-Ann Brown.

I guess the strangest part was that all I wanted to know was if there was a health store branch owned by the Bartletts near my son so I could maybe make orders here and have them sometimes sent there or something, and all of this stuff popped up, within minutes.

I think it's a little odd.

I guess there is a Travis Bartlett in East Wenatchee but I found no health food store owned by them, although I was thinking, I thought I'd known someone who did computer work that was a Bartlett there.  And then there is a Jess Bartlett, who lives in Wenatchee and was previously in Fort Lauderdale, FL (2004) and Jersey City, New Jersey. 

I think Chris Rozollo was from Fort Lauderdale, FL (like Brad Uhl and Sonia Friend-Uhl), the man I met who was connected to Army and cops in Wenatchee.  I know FBI Director Louis Freeh is from Jersey City, NJ but I don't know or haven't heard of anyone else significant from there.

This health food store owner, Jolene, has a husband and son I think, Christopher and Timothy.  I think I heard someone talking in town one time, when I was in a store, and I THINK Chris is her son and Tim is her husband.  I believe it was her son who bought my Dad's bike rack or came out to look at it one day, but I'm not sure if he bought it after all or was just in the house to look at it.   I think I met one and not the other but not sure.  I'll have to ask her if she's related to the ones in Washington at all, or maybe Scripps in California because that would really make it a small world.

I guess if Mary Shipp Bartlett is related to Jolene Bartlett, they know the Goldsmiths!

Yikes!  I'll have to watch my powdered sugar next time I go in.  JK (just kidding). 

I guess the Bartletts who work in Fisheries & Wildlife in Leavenworth, WA probably know some field and outdoor people--I don't know if they might know the man who took my son for a horse ride that I paid for.  ? 

Anyway.  I didn't realize there were so many Bartletts in places where I know people.  I previously never knew anyone with that last name, and I would have thought of pears if I'd heard the word "Bartlett".  I mean, former FBI agent Rick Baken, who lives next-door to my Granny and Grandpa--I think his orchard is all Bartletts.  I don't think he has Anjou pears--just Bartletts.  My Grandpa also has pears, Bartlett ones, but not his entire orchard.  It doesn't seem to be that common of a last name so maybe all of these Bartlett people are really related.

I wonder if Jolene Bartlett could find out where Chris Rozollo is for me?  The last time I saw him he was stealing my white coat from me and telling me my son was fine without me, by Steve Mays house.  Where did my coat go?  to Gary Goldsmith?

I mean, WHOA!  If Goldsmiths are connected to Bartletts...!  What about THAT?!  It would be like walking into Eden Valley and feeling like Middleton was there.  I wonder what this guy "Gary Goldsmith" looks like.  I wonder if he resembles Kevin Prosch or Goodman at all. 

There was a Goodman who rented a room when I was at Steve Mays and then I found out Amy Roe is best friends with another woman reporter by the surname Goodman and she was apparently related to the man who rented from me.

Part of the reason the FBI closed my Wells Fargo business account without notice to me, is because Charles Goodman had written a personal check to me to rent the room.  They knew this linked him to Amy Roe, the FBI, and Middleton.  Other reasons for closing my account and "purging records" was for the same reason--to erase evidence I would be able to use in a criminal lawsuit against the United States government, where I would be able to piece together the financial records and deposits made to me, that were by feds, and made by me while I was with feds who sexually assaulted or raped me.  For example, my drinking and how much I had to drink and whether I paid for it myself, is on that bank account record.

It would be therefore, easy to discover how incapacitated I was the night I met Mike Tancer.  I put almost all of my drinks on the card that went to that bank (Wells Fargo).  I had one purchased for me as well, and there was a freebie, but generally speaking, it would show a financial record that matches the truthfulness of past allegations I've made against Tancer, Bujanda, Garza, and other federal employees.

The FBI closed my bank account to obstruct justice.

Mike Tancer even asked me later if I had paid for my own drinks or did someone else buy them and how much had my drink tab been.  He wanted to know the dollar amount and then he wanted to know what kind of drinks were they so he could figure out his own alibi.

"Together, we'll go far"...Yes Wells Fargo.  To Rape.  We'll go past the limit, and after you rape women, we'll purge her bank accounts for you, to conceal your crimes, without giving her notice.  That's how "far" we'll go for U.S. FBI criminals.

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.

Spider Comes Back To Life & Kate Middleton's Pedophiles

I will be updating my last post, which is very important, later today/tonight.  First I am writing about a spider-to-life thing and next, I am writing about "All of Kate Middleton's Pedophiles".

However, I have an announcement to make:

I brought a spider back to life.  It wasn't all my doing, because it must have had a pretty strong determination, but it really looked like a goner.

I got home from a walk and found it curled up on its back in the right side of my kitchen sink, behind the empty Extra Virgin olive oil bottle.  I had two empty bottles in the sink there to wash. It was also next to this rag I use for cleaning, which I had last used in a combination of acetone and ammonia (my midnight "special") for killing fungus spores in my bathroom carpet without bleaching it out.  I sterilized this several weeks ago after some research about which chemical combination would be best for my needs.  I had since used it for other things, but I thought water had drowned it and that maybe chemicals got on it too.

When I touched it, it moved, but barely. It couldn't get itself turned over, so I turned it over and it wiggled a leg, and then I saw it had a piece of oatmeal on it and looked sort of shriveled.  When it was inside of this bottle cap, it didn't look very good.  I thought maybe I should rinse it to get chemicals off, and I filled the cap with water and poured it out on my bread board.  Even though it was quick, this looked like it had killed it for good.  It didn't move at all.  I tried to see if all different parts would move and none of them would.  I gently touched his head, stomach, back, legs, and nothing.

So it was there up against a dried vine from a beet.  After awhile, I decided to turn it over on its side because I thought maybe if it revived it would be most comfortable that way.  And then I got a piece of cobweb and put it near its head and feet to make it feel more at home.

From daylight yesterday (5 p.m. or so) until about 2 a.m. in the morning today, there was no sign of life.  I checked it right before I went to bed and thought I saw one leg up in the air that wasn't up before and I touched it, and there was no movement. 

I went to bed, and by this morning, it's gone.  I mean, it walked away on its own.  So I guess it was about 9 hours of zero signs of life, and then it revived.  I looked everywhere for it, and the cobweb is there and the beet vine is there, and there is no spider.  I checked the sides of the counter and lifted things up, and I can't find it anywhere and it didn't fall to the ground either.

The only sign of life I saw was around 2 a.m., I thought it maybe raised a leg or arm or whatever.  I actually didn't touch it at first, I blew on it, a light breeze of air and it went down.  So then I wondered if it had moved and gently touched with something and it didn't move.

I could have thrown it out at any point and it would have seemed dead.  But it really truly came back to life.

I turned it on its side because I figured spiders are on their backs when they're dead, and it might not have enough strength to turn over, and on it's side, maybe it could breathe. I guess then when it had dried out more, and I'd separated a few of its legs to a more natural "spider position", it was upright and that is when I brought a piece of cobweb for it to smell and touch in case it needed a boost in morale.

I'll take a photo of the site of disappearance.  These are taken from the angle I had, looking at it, and it was just above the cobweb facing the cobweb (from this view, facing down the screen) and a hand in it.  When I spread it out, it reminded me of setting out the angel hair, as a little girl, at Christmas.

I guess I'm surprised it came back to life.  I had felt sort of bad last night, thinking my rinsing of it must have been the final straw and it had been too weak to withstand being submerged in water, even briefly.  I guess I paid attention to it at all, because it was life and I figured there is some value in even knowing how to recusitate a spider, and I used some ideas I might have with a person, because they probably think too.  I figured some principles that apply on a small scale, also works for a larger scale and vice versa.

I swatted a fly over a year ago to kill it but it was because it was interfering with humans.  I did feel bad about it because I later thought it meant something to someone.  It was around Mike Killian, and he really didn't need to have some kind of show.  I noticed my Dad looked sad or didn't like that I had killed the fly and Mike thought it was great.  Mike is the killer-type.

The main insects I kill, or have killed since I was a kid, are mosquitos.  If there is a mosquito on my neck, I'm going to kill it.  I've never liked the whining high-pitched noise of a mosquito and they bite.  Mosquitos loved me because of my type of blood.  They went crazy over my Dad's blood.  They could smell my Dad's blood a mile away and zoned in for a blood feast.  Any of us, could get bit by a mosquito on the forehead and have blood running into our eye, and one of us would say, "WHAT HAPPENED?" and we'd say, "A mosquito bit me." 

"A MOSQUITO did THAT?" 

"Yeah".

We used the strongest moquito repellants money could buy, because of it.  I used to get bit from head to toe.  I think it's because of the quality of our blood.  We obviously have some kind of hemophilia and coagulation problem, which maybe makes it easier for moquitos to smell us and love our blood.  It is probably easier for them to get a faster fix with us, because the blood runs thinner and faster.

When I was little, I avoided even stepping on ants, on our patio in Moses Lake, because I didn't want to kill them.  They used to run back and forth over the cement patio next to the house, and I stepped around them to avoid killing them.

Being a vegan isn't really out of keeping with how I've been most of my life, but I didn't plan it.

Anyway.  I am not very much different now than I was then.  I just know more.  I'm going to update my last post, so keep an eye out for it.

I want my son Oliver returned to me.  He is not government property and he does not belong to the Avilas.

I was cut up by British, Canadians, and U.S. involved in MKUltra.

Canada sponsored electrocution of me and cutting up of my arms.  My meal at The Empress Hotel, in Victoria, B.C., was a "sending off" "Go West Young Woman" meal.  They did this to me after they had tortured me.

When one of the British Canadians came around with the petit fours cart, I still remember what he looked like.  I remember he came around with that cart and I thought it was a medical cart, as a little girl.  Why would I assume it was a medical cart, if I was never in a hospital.  I even commented on it.  When that tall and thin man came closer, my Dad looked upset, and waved him away or nodded no, and said to me, "We're ordering from the menu".

I'd like to know what is on the Lawsuit Menu for U.S. and Canadian contribution to torture of me, and electrocution.

The man who later poured my drink, when I went out with Mike Tancer, had the same sadistic expression on his face that the man in Victoria had.  Both the Mexican waiter at the restaurant Mike took me to, and the man at Bar 15 were behaving in the exact same manner and with the same expressions and I remember.  I remember the man looked at me with hatred.  He stared directly at me, before anyone else saw him, I saw him, and then he smirked in a hostile way to my Dad later.  He was an enemy to me.

If I was sleepwalking as a little girl, and leaving the upstairs of Granny's house, to walk over to the sink, pick up the washcloth and drop it into the toilet, most likely, my subconcious remembered having a wet-cloth electrocution applied.  If Granny was washing her face with a cloth, I might have seen her, as it was said my eyes were wide open, and taken the cloth from her out of concern she was being electrocuted or harmed as I was, and put it in the toilet instead.

I took it right out of her hands.

I'd like to know what the British Royal Family has to say for themselves, because they were involved.  Don't tell me I was being taken in and out of Canada without their knowledge, to a hospital that Prince Albert opened himself and which was sponsored by the Royal family.

Prince Albert was Prince George's brother, and Prince George was the father of current Queen Elizabeth II.  Prince Albert opened that hospital and other royals knew exactly what was happening to me.  It was a hospital owned by the Crown.

Not only did I later take a washcloth out of Granny's hands, as a little girl, with my eyes open, a Japanese roommate later stayed with me, in 2003, and kept a folded up white napkin on her lap and wiped her fingers on it all the time.  I believe she also knew that I had been electrocuted as a little girl.  I don't know who told her, but she knew.

When I first started going to OSU, one of the photos they featured on their site for biology and science experiments, was of a woman in Alaska, with a white cloth folded over the head of an animal lying down in the snow on a stretcher, laughing.  That same time period, there was a photo of a man with thin wire or fishing line, stretching it out.

From what I've had intimated to me, I was "wired" as a kid.  When my mother got a cat from the pound, and she always made sure I knew it was "from the pound", that cat had to be taken to the vet because of having "3 feet of fishing line in her stomach", and I was told she'd somehow "swallowed 3 feet of fishing line" and had to be cut open at the stomach, and have it removed with an operation.

The U.S. does not use "pounds" for currency, England does.  The same thing that was done to that cat, a Himalayan cat named Purrsilla (who was after a Persian named Mousy-tongue), was done to me.

Something else I have had an aversion to, probably because of the surroundings I was in when I was cut up and electrocuted, is foot traffic going in and out from doors that push open.  Rooms with opaque sliding doors in medical centers have terrified me, and being next to a door that pushes open and has people going back and forth terrifies me.  I have noticed this from when I've gone to restaurants, where I am inside and there is a "window" that shows me who is behind, and then a door that pushes open where waiters walk back and forth.  It is unlike being in a medical room where there is an observation window and a door to allow doctors and scientists back and forth into the room where they tortured me.

Mike Tancer knew about my past as a child, which is why the male waiter at the restaurant he took me to, and the one at the bar, acted the way they did.  I couldn't eat very much, even though I ate at home some first, because of it.  Mike's friend, the woman who was part of the "steel industry" also knew.  At that restaurant he told the waiter he didn't want salt on the glass.

I remember Canada and I remember what was done in the U.S.  The Canadians colluded to have my son kidnapped from me because of their illegal trafficking of me as a child.  They worked with the U.S. to commit crimes against me to protect themselves, the British government and royals, and the CIA.

How would Mike Tancer know about me?  Lets make an educated guess, shall we?  His "Dad", Forrest Tancer, worked for the Peace Corp and many Peace Corp people end up getting jobs with the CIA (look at  Mary and Edward Lee Howards bio for an example).  He knew other federal employees as well and showed up when I went out with Erica Ballinger Yuille.

As for Chris Rozollo, I don't believe he is Catholic.  He worked for the U.S. Army, he knew how to scuba dive and had that gear (which is a hobby Mike Tancer also had) and I felt he was probably Jewish.  He thought it was fine for the U.S. government to kidnap and steal my son from me.

Both Mike and Chris Rozollo did deep sea scuba diving, which is not something a lot of people get into.

The Persian cat, "Mousy-tongue" was right before "Himalayan 3 feet of fishing line".  Who is a mouse?  Mickey.  Mike.  Mickey-tongue.  So first I was sexually assaulted orally and otherwise, by individuals, including "Mike" and then they wired me.

It is very likely Katie Middleton's Dad is a pedophile "dog".  Her father, Mike Middleton, is most likely one of the individuals who used his tongue to commit pedophilia against me when I was a baby and toddler. 

This would also explain why Robin Bechtold got so mad and gritted his teeth, when I told him one of my mother's cats was named "Mousy-tongue".  Robin Bechtold was mad because he already knew I had been assaulted sexually and he didn't like the 'indicator' and symbolism of this name, when he was already working for Mike Middleton.

You notice, both the Persian cat and "Purrsilla" have "purse" in common.  "He's getting moony" as in, he's getting money.

NO DUH.

So what did Mike Tancer tell me to order that night, in a replay of the Empress Hotel in Victoria, B.C.?  Tuna tartar.  His steel industry friend said to him, some people are not "accustomed" to it.  Mike-mousy-tongue.

Heinz's "art" that we went to see was of a bunch of white 'cones' in the shape of a vagina.

I think Katie fucking Middleton might slash someone with a knife over protecting her pedophile father.  Did her Dad get a "Visa" after tonguing me?  or did Carol have a "vision".

I just looked at the "tea lobby" for the wikipedia of Empress Hotel, and it doesn't look like what I remember, but they had done a restoration.  The room I was in had marble floors, lots of windows and sunlight, an extremely high ceiling, and was more formal than the tea lobby.  It was on the 1st floor and we didn't go anywhere else.

The Mexican restaurant that Mike Tancer took me to, looked exactly like the interior of the "tea room" as it is in the Empress Hotel.  I'm sure he chose it for the significance of impressing Katie Middleton.

I was in much more formal room, more like a ballroom, and it was on the 1st floor.  We didn't order from the "a la carte" tray, but Middleton tried to force me to accept Alvaro Pardo later, in an attempt to get me out of their way one way or the other, and have continued access to drugging me.

It is no wonder why a Canadian-born citizen like Mike Nichols, would be motivated enough, by Canadian and U.S. interests, to try to kill me, even if it meant taking his own life in the process.

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:

 

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.

 

 

UPDATED: Canadian-Wenatchee Assembly of God Sodomist

A man who was teaching "Royal Rangers" for the Assembly of God church in Wenatchee, WA is a pedophile and a sodomist.

Any child who has been around him has been exposed to a pedophile that may have attempted to get access to abusing them.  I am publishing this again, with more information, because if a parent wants to protect their child, they need to know the Wenatchee Assembly of God employed a pedophile who had access to some kind of "knock out" drug that prevented you from remembering anything and just made you extremely groggy and not clear-headed the next day.  I had no alcohol on the night I was drugged. 

I have to make a police report about him but it was delayed because I kept asking Assembly of God for his last name because I didn't remember, and they wouldn't give it to me.

He used a drug with me to commit an act against me that I have refused to do with anyone.  I don't necessarily believe it was with his own private part and may have been done with an object of some kind, but it was done.  I was given a drug that prevented me from remembering anything, and I know of several possibilities of people connected.

I also know he is a Canada man.  He had been regularly commuting between the U.S. and Canada for over 2 years because his girlfriend was Canadian.

I tried to bring it up earlier, on my blog, but I was embarrassed to fully disclose how serious it was.  He is part of the MKUltra scheme because after he did what he did, he took me to retired U.S. military who had senior status.  He also knew Ryan, a U.S. Marine from Boston.

I am positive he is connected to Kate Middleton and I will explain why.  I also know Alvaro Pardo knew who he was and what he was going to do to me and I believe it was filmed.  Another person who I figured out knew about it is Shannon Borg, a Mormon from Seattle who is in the wine industry.  One of the photos Floyd (the pedophile) showed me was of his Canadian girlfriend, with a friend of hers and both of them holding glasses of white wine and wearing white.  He told me his Canadian girlfriend had moved to Northern California or some part of California from Canada, in the time I was forced to stay with him, and he was still in touch with her when I was there.

The reason I believe the act was filmed or recorded, is because I noticed something that happened with Sarah Fergusen's kids, who wore the same color of sleeping bag I was in the next day to church.  When I saw the photo, and based on things Floyd was discussing and what I had discovered on his computer, it looked like they had been shown a live or recorded video of me in my surroundings there.  Because it was after I was sodomized, I believe that act was possibly what was sent to one of them.  It did not occur until his Canadian girlfriend was in California. 

I believe that rather than Fergie getting a preview, or her daughters, it is possible it went directly to Middleton, including Kate Middleton.  The reason why I say this is because she is the one, and her family is the family, that is connected to the people who knew Floyd, who was encouraged to sodomize me.

After what he did, he put a bunch of knives out around the house with the blades extended.  Judge Hotchkiss made an order to block me from documenting abuse of my son and from taking photos and that same day Floyd set out knives around the house that afternoon, I had seen my son in a visit with a section of his face cut out.  Judge Hotchkiss was involved. 

I have never, in my entire life, wanted to be sodomized or have sex that way.  I have said no to even those I ended up being in a relationship with (Chris Dabney and Alvaro Pardo), even if these relationship were forced to some extent.  Chris Dabney went to the point of telling me he thought Princess Diana had had anal sex and that "reportedly" she liked it.  He had knowledge of her sexual habits and experience.  When I continued to refuse, later at work he then played the song by Meatloaf "I would do anything for Love, but I won't do that" and joked, around me and Nikk, at The Post Pub, that he thought it was about not doing anal sex.  He played this song all the time aftter this, and always made the same comment.

I will try to write more tomorrow but I can't sleep because I've been thinking about this and I thought if I published this now, I might be able to. 
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When Floyd first showed me the photo on his cell phone of the two women, they were both wearing white and held wine glasses with white wine in them.  It was kind of a "cheers" posture, towards the person holding the camera (or cell)--him.  I had a bad feeling when I saw the photo because what I read from it, was they were involved in something they knew was wrong and celebrated anyway.  He showed me this after I had first stayed at his house without being assaulted in any way.  It was the same kind of wine and glass that Kate Middleton held a few months later in photos right after she announced she was engaged (where she is wearing a pale green sundress and joking with a brunette man) while holding a glass of white wine.

After I was sodomized, I was too shocked to completely believe it, and went to church with Floyd.  I also went dancing when I met someone he knew named "Kari" from Seattle, but it was a few days before I was drugged and sodomized.  After he had done this to me, the next evening he said why don't you sleep in my bed and I won't touch you, so you don't have to sleep on the floor.  I had been sleeping on the floor the entire time and I declined.  After this, on the next visit, a Wednesday, when I saw my son Oliver at CPS buildings, I saw his face cut up.  Judge Hotchkiss and Anne McIntosh had been careful to get an order from the Judge to block me from taking a photo of the evidence first.  Then when I got to the house after this visit with my son, there were knives laid out everywhere and I left.

I don't know if Floyd was actually a protestant or not.  He said he was, but I wondered how he then knew Ryan, who was an Irish Catholic from Boston, MA, next door.  They knew eachother and exchanged looks several times.  Also, Alvaro had called me when I was at Floyd's house and he was smirking about it.  I could hear his tone of voice and he was telling me I should just stay with him.  This was after I'd told him to fuck off when I was at Ryan's, next door, immediately prior.  I wondered how Alvaro had gone from telling me maybe I shouldn't stay at Ryan's, who was a U.S. Marine (who stole things from my bag and gave it to Mexicans who knew New Mexico contacts I'd made when I was picked up by Mark, the truck-driver with Canada connections from Boston, after I called NM FBI) to telling me, in a smirking tone, that I should stay with "Floyd" after I told him Floyd had a Canadian girlfriend.  I don't mean "stay" in a relationship sense, but to live there, but Alvaro was suggesting I should be his girlfriend and I said I wasn't interested.

Floyd kept referring to a movie that he had set out in front of the others, called "Serendipity" and I said maybe I'd watch it but I never did, or skipped through it.  After I was sodomized by Floyd, and the U.S. federal government gave me housing through "The Recovery Act" it was at Steve May's house, where Shannon Borg later called me and talked about "how serendipitous" it was that I was there, and when I had first met her, after being locked out by Mykal Holt when I told Alvaro to leave, when she met me she called it "serendipity".  She used the word "serendipity" repeatedly.  She is the one who was married to a man born and raised in Canada, who traveled back and forth from Canada, and who had a job in the medical field in Seattle, WA.

Floyd told me he had lived and worked in Canada for 2 years because his girlfriend was there but then he moved recently to the U.S.  After I talked to Alvaro over the phone, Floyd told his Canadian girlfriend was moving to California and she moved there.

After I was scared to leave Floyd's house because of knives being set out all over, I was invited to the Assembly of God church again, by the woman who had a Japanese boyfriend in Seattle, who had approached me to have coffee with her at the time Alvaro was still in town and we lived at Holt's house.  When I showed up, she wasn't there and I was told to wait in the lobby and a Jewish man was walking out with a yamaku on his head and smirking at me, talking loudly.  He saw me and I didn't get a good feeling.  He seemed to think something was funny and was talking about "being clean" and a couple of people who had been there were saying he was an invited speaker whose message was about how to "purify yourself" and "cleanliness" from a Jewish perspective.  I remember I felt, at that point, that it was somehow known by others, from the inuendoes, that I had been sodomized and I didn't know why Assembly of God people would know, although Floyd did take me to see U.S. retired military who went to that church after what he did and then the next thing was the assault of my son within 1 week, and intimidation of me by then having extended knife blades all over the house.

People connected to Floyd, who sodomized me, using a date-rape drug were:

retired military
Canadian government
Canadian girlfriend (Julie, who moved to California)
Alvaro Pardo
"Kari" from Seattle>worked for FBI, from what I was told, along with her regular job
Mike Tancer (indirectly, through Shannon Borg)
Shannon Borg's Canadian husband (indirectly or directly)
Ryan (military and Boston, MA)>connected to Mark (truckdriver from NM and Mexicans there)
Mykal Holt (or her brother, or the place of establishment was used at least)
Kate Middleton
Mexicans and a couple black guys (in the background, when I was going around with Floyd)


I didn't blog about how I confirmed I was being drugged and sexually assaulted until I left Wenatchee and was in Nashville, TN.  After I blogged that now I was positive about it because the same thing was not occuring while I stayed with a bunch of women, I was then being set up to be assaulted with Haldol for over a week and interrogated about FBI.  Shannon Borg contacted me a few weeks before this happened and said she could mail my property and after this was done to me, she and her Canadian husband decided to keep it, and the next time she talked to me or wrote was after Kate Middleton's wedding, and she said, "We don't have it anymore."

Floyd told me he had been accused of being a pedophile before, by a former girlfriend.  He said she just wanted to ruin his reputation and it wasn't true, so I believed him.  He said his Canadian girlfriend supported him.

(photos) Cut With A Razor & My Parent's Involvement In Kidnapping Oliver

This is not showing up at normal size so I will have to enlarge it.  The scar is a thin line horizontal from my bottom thumb knuckle down the pad of my hand.  It's above any veins you see. 

Here is one of my razor cuts from the U.S. I will post it twice, once here at the top and then in another section where I show a measurement. You cannot see it very well, but in person it's obvious and it's a straight line extending down from my thumb to my wrist.

This isn't much better, but see the thin white line above the blue vein? it angles like this -------- but in person, it's much more obvious and it's longer than this shows.  It is a deep solid line cut across my hand and not caused by any accident or known injury...it was when I was a kid.  I have other cuts all over my wrists, and mostly my face.  I was told to be strong basically.

I have forgiven my parents, but I am also aware my parents are potentially hiding from me the fact they acted to have my son Oliver kidnapped from me.

Which is why they lie.

I think that at some point, they felt sorry about it, or one of the sets of twins did.  The other ones did not. 

I know Canada told me not to tell my mother or to contact my mother and they already knew something about her.  Nothing was said about my Dad, but they brought up "your mother".

So I think that given the fact my parents were extremely hateful torwards me at that time, and had expressed resentment and motive for revenge, I am positive it motivated them, one or both, to act in an adverse way that affected my future and my son's future.

So I might be adding Bob and Dicksie Garrett to the list of FBI employees I wish to complain about.  I believe some good Muslims already know she works as a cop.  I don't know when she got her "cop" job, and if it's local police or FBI, but I know she is involved in some way.

My first instincts and guesses would have been that she is CIA.  I would guess this, only based on the fact that I DO know she is an MK Ultra kid.  I am absolutely positive both my mother and father are seriously victims of MK Ultra.  Some MK Ultra kids grow up and realize they are victims and others end up getting a pretty good deal out of it in the long run.  I mean, some are brainwashed enough to think they are part of the "High Value Team" that is collected from among military, FBI, and CIA intelligence and they really feel they are doing their country a good service.

So first of all, I see my parents like James Whitey (I only mention him because I 'heard' from news that he's MK Ultra), and well, the guy who blew up that woman in Arizona (who got a life sentence...the one with bulging eyes who claimed the CIA and military asked him to work for them), and like the majority of other MK Ultra victims (I think the UK Spencer family was in the program--the kids) who are non-violent.  Most MK Ultra people can be provoked or distressed, but I believe the vast majority are non-violent and actually more empathetic than some...some are hardened by the abuse but others react the opposite way by not wanting to injure any living thing.  Canada got paid by the CIA to use their own citizens, a select group, for the program and it never stopped.  It's not like it was just active in the late 70s.  They continued it and part of the entire "program" is to create kids they can "activate" later.  Which is a CIA way of defining what they hope will occur if they first brutally traumatize a baby or toddler and then allow a defense mechanism to cover it so the reaction to the trauma is latent.

Think of a volcano.  Basically, the CIA and U.S. Army look at a baby or toddler, and they bring in their CPS people.  I mean Child Protective Services.  The CIA and U.S. Army employ people who are working for THEM at double duty with CPS because the government "needs them" to help them take children, lie, and cover for their research.  Some of your CPS workers are bottom of the barrel, and hardly educated in child development, and others are psychologists who receive additional training in, of course Virginia-sponsored facilities.  So it's like your local cops who get invited to go to Quantico, Virginia to train with Marines and FBI in special techniques.

Is Chief Jones an FBI agent?  just because he gets trained at Quantico?  No, of course not, he is a local cop and his primary job is with local police.  That doesn't mean he doesn't get additional training or incentives from FBI, and it also doesn't mean he doesn't have double-duty.  A cop can also be FBI.  In fact, an undercover FBI agent can be investigating corrupt police and pretending to be an average cop.

The FBI and various agencies create all kinds of "unique positions" for undercover work.  KGB Central.  So first of all, for someone reading this who has no idea about any of this or what's possible, it IS possible for a CIA officer to have another job.  They have their CIA employment and their cover job.  Same with FBI.  Some FBI work upfront, and all they do is FBI.  Others, have 2 jobs. 

CPS is a sludge of child corruption and government porn.  If you've ever heard a kid later talk about how they were "abused in foster care" it's no secret:  some of it is deliberate and sponsored by the U.S. federal government.  The military-experienced "psychologist" that was appointed to lie for the state, worked for the FBI in Seattle and she knew Alvaro Pardo.  She was based out of Seattle offices and she worked on behalf of both FBI and admitted military background, when she lied in court about me.  Her motive was to have my son permanently removed from me so he could be trained to be a "patriotic" slut like her.  The U.S. government "needs" and uses people just like her, to push for what they want.

Now going back to what I was saying about a volcano.  The U.S. looks at a kid, for MK Ultra or "like" programs (they call it a different name and lie and say MK Ultra is over when it's not, it just has a different name) and what they have habitually done with all of them, is first find out what the seismic level of activity is.  So they assess personality and traits early-on.  Sometimes, they don't even wait that long, they just abuse the kid the minute the baby is born.  Or, they abuse the baby while it is being born, to force the child to have a more traumatic birth than is necessary, to traumatize the child as much as possible from the first day.

Then, the U.S. uses a window where they feel the child will not be able to remember who did it to them.  And sometimes, they want the abuse to be in the subconscious of the child, and to not have that remembered either.  For 3 entire years they abuse the child.  It's not minor abuse.

They repeatedly cut kids.  I actually remember one of the times I was cut.  I didn't at first and then it came back to me.  I have incision marks made from sharp incision, which had to have been from something like a razor blade or box cutter, or even thinner, all over my face.  You can't even hardly see the scars now but they are there.  I never had my face cut in an auto accident or was cut by shattered glass in the face.  They are scars that have been there since I noticed when I first started using make up.

Something I think is odd, is that 2 individuals have attempted to traumatize me later, when I was older, with one of them my fiance, who had a box cutter in his backpack that he knew I would find, and the other person connected to Canada who put a bunch of pocketknives with the blades extended, on his counter for me to see.

I didn't get all of the cuts at one time.  I was cut one cut at a time.  Maybe it was more than one at a time when I was younger, but when I was a little older, what I remember, is one cut at a time.

I was also raped. 

It wasn't a matter of family abuse.  It was United States-sponsored abuse.  This is why, when later the U.S. and Canada encouraged young men to rape me, the police and FBI did nothing.  They didn't want to get involved, because that's what was "supposed to happen" to me, according to the CIA and U.S. Army ideas from MK Ultra and how to trigger a reaction and re-traumatize me.

Their ideas of raping me were to cause a reaction the U.S. then wanted to exploit and use for government purposes, whether it was to sexually service their federal employees, or to try to place me in proximity of a man they wanted to spy on.

The police who were supposed to protect me and press charges when I made a rape report, such as I did to Detective Gross, were always in place to dismiss any report or claim I made, because it was all being done "for the government".  It was U.S. government-sponsored rape, led by U.S. government employees who knew eachother and premeditated how to do it and who was next.  My treatment and status in the U.S. was determined by the kind of program they put me in when I was a kid.

The U.S. believed I was government property, not a citizen.  The U.S. federal government chose me to be in their program and when they choose a kid, it is like buying an expensive rock.  I was a "cameo" of course, so they "cut" me.  When the U.S. buys a diamond, in rough state, before it's cut, they make sure they ID that diamond, mark it, and since it costs so much to invest in, they never let it go. 

Are you kidding me.

Does the U.S. give away diamonds?  They take a kid and look at that child they chose, as a piece of rock for their treasury, and they decide how to cut it, and they spend money finding different people to do what they want to have it cut the way they want, for the purpose they have in mind.  Then later on, the U.S. does deals with the UK and Canada.  Canada has their "rock collection" and the UK has their "rock collection" and the U.S. has their "rock collection".  It's like, fraggle rock baby.  Some kids are even cut to be fag L rocks.  This is because the U.S. and Canada and UK also need fags.  "Fags" have been used for blackmail in spy circles for years.  So if a government wants spies and mind control victims for every occasion, they already know, not everyone is "straight".  To exploit this, they need fags too, so they literally create them.  They do it to humiliate families and also to try to control the fags who might feel embarrassed, and blackmail THEM with it.  These days it is not as big of a deal, but it was highly important and a very good source of blackmail in the past.

So when I say "cut", for myself, I mean I have been literally cut.  But when I talk about how these countries "cut their rocks", I mean, how they traumatize them to shape their personalities, psychological needs, brainwash them, and train them for the work they want them to do. 

I was born and given the name "Cameo" which means a carving, or cut stone, and someone apparently thought it was a good idea or sadist idea, to have me "cut" as part of the "program" feature.

I was one of the "cut ones".

I was cut numerous times, and the point was behavior modification, trauma, and to create a numb detachment.  It is very likely and more probable than not, that participants were invited from the UK and Canadian sections of MK Ultra, because this has been done to other MK Ultra kids too.

In addition to being cut, from what I was told, there was evidence that indicated severe and traumatic rape and I would agree this is true.  I have my own reasons for believing this, but I believe a number of church and federal employees were involved in raping me.  I don't remember being raped but I believe since evidence was discovered and because of what Canada and the U.S. encouraged against me, it was state-sponsored.

I have tiny precision incision scars all over my face, on my wrists, and I have a very straight and long scar across the base of my right hand which is not from any injury I have had that I would remember after the age of 3.

I cut my thumb on my right hand, but not my hand, and yet there is a thin line from a razor, in a straight mark, that is over 2 inches long.  It is not from the thumb cutting, because the only thing I had stitches for then, or had cut, was directly across my thumb.  It is also not from my auto accident in 1995 as I had no hand injury on the inside of my hands.  I only had superficial scratches and cuts on the outside of my hands, mostly my knuckles.

2 inch long scar from MK Ultra. 

Actually, my thumb scar, which I remember, is not even on the same hand.  It's on my left hand.  On my right hand, I have a 2 inch scar in a straight line from the base of my hand up.  I also have a faint one inch slash that you can hardly see, directly across the middle of my left wrist, horizontal.

The other cuts are about 1/4 inch or less, smaller but deep or precise.


You can't see in this lighting, but let me see if I can get a better photo.  This is the length

I told my parents I want my son back.  My mother said, "It's too late".

How is it "too late" when this entire country is a sack of shit?  This disgusting country raped me as a kid, and cut my face and arms and hands up with razors, and then they repeated their rape cycle when I was an adult and blocked my travel to keep me from winning my own lawsuits.

And THIS country has ANY "right" to MY SON?  NO, they do not.  This country is a fraudulent, criminal  organization that has abused me my entire life and tried to get me to suck a lot of federal dick.

FUCK YOU

My son and I left this god-damn country for political asylum.  We were knowingly refouled.  The U.S. had no jurisdiction over us and they lied.  They then held me hostage with a piece of SHIT FBI worker.  I didn't marry him so I was told to sleep on the ground and forget my son because if I didn't marry the FBI contracting Department of State FUCK Pardo, I couldn't have my son.

Why is that?  Because Pardo would ensure more FBI could suck my son's dick and force him to suck theirs?  while they cut him up?  The Pentagon felt "more comfortable" with that option?  Pardo did a bunch of Arab Spring shit for the U.S. that they don't want people to know about you fucking whores.  Then the FBI wanted to "contain" me because I was talking about their drug contracts with their hit man Mike Middleton.  What a FUCK.  A hit man who, by the way, was helping the U.S. find Osama bin Ladin to nail his brains to the back of a wall.

What a nice family she comes from, this Kate Bitch.  I wasn't "evaluated" at all.  I was cornered and jumped by 5 men in the hospital within 5 minutes of a doctor's call to Nashville FBI.  The police then drove me to a "psych ward" where I wasn't evaluated, I was DRUGGED and then interrogated about what I knew about the FBI.

"Who do you know in the FBI?"  "Why do you think the FBI wants you here?"  "Do you know why the FBI would think you're important?"  "Why do you believe the FBI wants us to see information about you?"  "What were you going to the FBI offices for?"

How many FUCKING questions was I asked about the FUCKING FBI.

If you want to know who BLOODY killed Osama, it was Kate Middleton's fucking DAD. 

Of course the CIA wants that bitch working for them when they get favors from Carol and Mike, who have been doing favors for FBI and the Pentagon for decades you mother fuckers.

Her fucking Dad is the reason the DEA was involved at all, because they are drug runners with CIA shit.

I am fucking SICK of the U.S. B.S.

Do you want to know what that bitch has in common with Alvaro Pardo?  Arab.  The fucking Arab language which is why Mike Middleton was important to the U.S. in their "capture" of Bin Ladin and why a bunch of Catholic Irish were first invited to his daughter's wedding knowing the next big thing was Bin Ladin's brains on the wall in front of his 12 year old daughter when he surrendured.

That is what Middletons are about.  Murder.  Osama bin ladins blood and brains are on Mike Middletons hands.  It's enough to get your daughter a position sucking royal weiner.  She sucks royal weiner, Middleton seals the slug into bin ladins skull, Carol keeps giving us this great psychic shit, and you guys are GOOD TO GO!

So when this United States throws me into the same shithole that Kate Middleton was sucking dry, and taking all of the MK Ultra perks while other kids in that hideous program were being raped, tortured, and told Special Kate is extra special, I don't expect to have my homework stolen each year so I can be dumbed down for Katie. I don't expect to have my clothing stolen from my high school locker and given to the Middletons.  I don't expect to have Catholics pulling fancy assassination attempts in 1992 to bump me off for that fucking bitch.  I don't expect to be forced to go to an MK Ultra Target School to begin with, to be around a bunch of kiss-ass CIA and FBI fuckers who already have government jobs lined up and are excited to take the bet on stealing my virginity or raping me.

I don't expect to have Margaret Atwood and Nancy McCusker refering to some Kate Middleton bitch I've never heard of, in 1992, like she is in our class.  I don't expect to have people following me all over New Jersey and then trying to do me in, because I am too "clean" for you.  I don't expect to go back home to find out all our dogs are dizzy and falling off the deck, my mother's throwing up and dizzy, and I'm getting setting up for assassination attempt #2, this time with FBI employee's kid Mike Nichols, whose parents are in MK Ultra shit.  FUCK YOU.  Your SON tried to KILL ME and you cry over him?

That asshole colluded with Robin Bechtold and Erik Lund, and he was already connected to Lake Oswego people that knew me.  He was willing to play "kamikazee" and hijack MY car for over 30 minutes as I repeatedly begged him to stop the car, pull over, please Mike,... Finally, "MIKE.  This is MY car."  NOTHING worked and his jaw was set because he was a fucking COMMIE.  What else was he?  Just another one of Mike Middletons men?

And this country can't even take a police report for what it was:  a hijacking, even though all of Europe and the Middle East know exactly what it was and modeled the plane jackings after HIM.  Why don't you ask Monica Allen, if she's still a honest person and maybe that was never the case.  Maybe I picked bad friends.  If she tells the truth she will admit that I asked him to stop the car and to pull over and let me drive, numerous times, and repeatedly, and with increasing force, over approximately 30 minutes to possibly even longer than that.  He refused and said nothing.  He wasn't talking at all.

What kind of a FUCK refuses to PULL OVER NOW, and keeps driving with his lips tightly pressed together, jaw set, and a determined stare on the road?  As he's speeding when I said no one was to speed?  No one does that.  And no one fucking decides to take a sharp corner with the car the minute someone announces "drive safely, I am taking my seatbelt off".

Oh good.  Time to crash my car now, perfect.

You people have some "REALITY" issues.

You know how to call a man wearing a turban on his head a "terrorist" and "hijacker" and yet you can't even admit the exact same thing was done to me, by a fucking white man who has Canadian parents and FBI adoptive parents, who terrorized me to the point of praying out loud, as he hijacked my car and then rolled it when I said my seatbelt was off.

Who are Mike Nichols fucking parents.

Do they work for the fucking Canadian government and did they know "Ross" from Pencticton and all of the FBI shits that live in the U.S.

Oh darn.  He didn't kill her, but lets give him praise, lets give him accolades for going "even farther" than Tony Roos did.  Tony Roos, the football player, played a great game, but Mike now, well he rolled that bitch further than the length of a football field.

Good job guys.  I think we need to rape her now.  She's still alive.

Get your fucking European and U.S. SHIT together and return my son.

"What do you want with the FBI?"  "Who do you know that works in the FBI?"  "Why do you think the FBI gave us this information?"  "What do you want to talk to the FBI about?"  "Is there a problem with the FBI?"

That is the kind of thing I was asked in front of a panel of "doctors", some of them who were just U.S. federal employees.  FBI interrogation questions.  I wasn't asked about my family, or ideas, or education, or if I sleep at night, or anything, except for FBI questions.

They drugged me first, for 7 days, and then they asked FBI questions.

I think that's being held hostage or extraordinary rendition under a false pretense, for punishing a perceived "political activist" and wanting an excuse to threaten me and interrogate me about the FBI.  I was supposed to keep my mouth shut. 

"Can you tell us about the FBI?"

They knew I couldn't talk.  They'd overdosed me.  So they kept asking questions, and made it some sick joke to have me trying to "talk" and being able to say nothing.

That is punishing someone with the treatment of a 'dissident' when all I was, was a blow job to the U.S.  They needed to keep Katie on that royal dick.  They needed to make sure Alvaro could work his Arab Spring magic.  They needed me to shut up about Mike Middleton's drug trafficking when it's what got them close to Osama bin ladin, who they wanted to surprise-kill.  Like Osama was targeting Middletons.  If he was, it was because he already knew Mike Fatso was targeting HIM. 

It was extraordinary rendition.  They did it to me again, in Knoxville, and they lied and said it was because I made an improper 911 call.  They took me to a federal site and instead of interrogating me they had a government psychic worker trying to make guesses about me and Mike Middleton got them to break my hand and handprint me for the UK.  For him.

For his fucking bitch.

So the cat is out of the bag.

Repeat after me: 

Who killed Osama bin ladin?

Mike Middleton

He was the fucking UK drug contact and military contact and the U.S. worked with it.  He is the fuck behind the assassination attempts of me since 1992.  Osama bin ladin even knew who Middleton was going after.  That was a smart and good man.  Osama was.  Not Middleton.  Osama knew.  He saw all of Middletons cards laid out and I know this is true, so you bitches had better fucking get OUT of MY WAY.

If the U.S. thought they could get Pardo into the country permanently as a legal resident, they thought they'd use my son too.  Did I ever tell the U.S. I didn't still want political asylum?  I don't believe I ever did.  In fact, I've consistently stated my son was kidnapped and we are not under U.S. jurisdiction when we are in a state of refoulment.  What the U.S. didn't like, was the "anti-US and anti-FBI" statement I made when I voided the marriage license.

They already knew he'd told me he worked for the FBI and I was saying, "Oh really?  See ya."

I don't like how the FBI has held me hostage and raped me and allowed military to torture me and try to kill me and why would I suddenly trust them?  when their agent had just tried to set me up to go to prison and their other agents date-raped me?  When the FBI stole my vehicle from me and blocked my travel and obstructed every legal case I have EVER had in this country.

I might have reconsidered if I say him keeping promises, and saw the FBI returning my son, but no, they don't do the "right thing" to do "the right thing".  They wanted a deal that was lucrative and profited them.

I was "not mentally ill anymore!!!! YIPPEEEE!" only as long as I was "not going to sue the FBI".

This country owes me billions of dollars in restitution.

If you don't pay compensation and return my son, I'm sure you'll be bleeding through the nose in other ways.  How does that saying go?  Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord, I will repay.

Did anyone count how many U.S. federal "cuts" were made into my skin?  I was almost like a bunch of party pieces.

"It's too late."  That is what the FBI says, because the only option they gave me for raising my son, was to raise him with their shit.  "It's too late" means "it's too late to be in the FBI" and so therefore, "you can't have your son back".  Their "age limit" is 35 and Alvaro called me to say it was "too late" a month after my 35th birthday.  The FBI  and Department of State were going to "do the right thing" if I "married", supposedly.  It had NOTHING to do with "cooperating with CPS" when they terminated my rights before there was a termination trial.

Not only that, all of CPS's lies about what to "cooperate" about had to do with discrediting me for leaving for political asylum, so they wanted to say I was an alcoholic (it worked for the FBI who had FBI employee-rapists that incapacitated me first and then raped), and they wanted to say I was mentally ill.

But oh! if I was going to be on the same TEAM, and be PART of the FBI then the FBI might decide "you just had some trauma" and quit torturing me, call me normal, give my son back, and raise my son to be an FBI Asshole.

I love how arbitrary the rules are over parental rights.  If I don't snitch about assassination attempts, or rape, I get to have my son.  If I DO snitch, I get to be called crazy, tortured and drugged.

Who is most honest?

ME

Who has the Integrity?

Me

Does the FBI have "integrity"?

They have Mica.  They definitely have some Mike uh.

Later in life, after the federal government tried to cut me up into party pieces, some kids wanted me to cut myself with them.  I said why and they said, "we'll rub out blood together and be blood brothers".  I saw exacto knives and knives around the house and I never touched them because I was weirded out by them, mainly by the exacto knife.  The razor blade.  All throughout growing up and high school I had an aversion to box cutters, exacto knives, and razor blades.  Now I know it's because of the 'box cutters in the world' who cut me.

But Mykal Holt and her Nigerian friend thought it was cool to lie about me and say I held up a knife.  What a cruel and unforgiveable thing to do to someone they knew was abused.  I never held up a knife against anyone but it would have been too weird to me.  I didn't even touch a box cutter until someone told me to use one at CTR one day.  I was too afraid to even touch it.  I already knew how sharp it was and I was afraid if I even touched the handle, it might cut me.

God damn this country to Hell.

For what you've done to me, for what you've done to my son, and for cutting up my mother and father too.  God damn you to Hell.

This post is very long because I'm writing about being cut up by the U.S. and how they then forced me to babysit for all of their federal employee brats.

What a winning combo.

I get to be cut up and tortured as a baby and toddler, and a slave for feds too.  Then after I babysit their kids my whole life, they steal my son from me.  Does anyone really like the FBI at all?  Or the CIA or military?  They really know how to show an American kid a good time, from rape and torture as a baby to slavery for federal employees, to assassination attempts to microchip implantation, to more slavery, to extraordinary rendition, to false arrests in jail, to toxic overdose, to ruining a singing voice, to kidnapping my son, to murdering my other son...

"It's too late"

Kate Middleton should be in prison over what she did to my mother.  No, it's not too late to put that bitch behind bars.

Back to my parents, what I've described in all of this, is what kinds of things the U.S., UK, and Canada did to MK Ultra kids.  Some of those kids were the lucky ones that got perks and nice jobs and that's about 1%.  The rest were tortured with no end in sight.  I know my parents had horrible things done to them.  Since it's CIA and Army, I believe my parents were recruited into either agency. 

When I left the country, they were under pressure to have me do things that were against my best interests. I am not sure who told them to do all of these things, but it was starting back further, to my homework being stolen, and being "grounded" for "months", told to wear ugly mascara, pressured to date or marry young; and then it got worse when I was back from New Jersey because the Thebaults had decided to fully align with Middleton.  Oh.  You didn't know Thebaults and Middletons knew eachother?  Well, they did.  The Middletons knew Maiers and later Bechtolds and they knew Thebaults.  Kargmans were also figuring in.  I got back and then I was pushed to be a dental assistant or take a job doing "gross" things (in my opinion).  I was then made fun of by Barb Greenman.  It just showed a cycle of people telling my parents what to do with me, and never speaking to me directly.  The federal employees all treated my parent like they were my agents.  No one asked me to work for them, I was told I was working, through my parents.

It was basically like being government property that federal employees took turns to "rent".  I was the "netflix".  So that's what MK Ultra had been "good for" up to that point:  conditioning me to be 'cheap labor' for federal employees.  I was even discouraged from going to college even though it was in my best interest to go.  When I finally said I was going for English, my Dad was happy about it.  However, all along the way, I was rented out to one federal family after the other. 

I have never worked for anyone that was not working for the U.S. government.  I tried to file a tax statement to stay out of trouble and was retaliated against.  From that point I was pushed out of work, and then when I was moving to TN, in 1995, to "sing", Mike Nichols hijacked my car and I was implanted with more microchips.  From that point on, University of Utah and Bain was involved in controlling me as Cornell and military. I've already talked about this part though, so I'll skip ahead. I do think my Dad was detained because of the auto collision and I believe the VA forced him to sign papers to agree to have me implanted.  I always had the feeling he was in a meeting with someone and he was being forced to sign something.  I didn't know why I had that feeling, and my mother flew out to see me right away, but I was told my Dad was driving the car and would take longer and he'd take photos of the car.  I had a feeling he was forced to sign documents at that time.

The hospital refused to even stitch up my head, a major open wound, until days after I arrived.  They did the neck surgery and then they were just waiting on something.  I believe they were waiting on my Dad to sign something, and then they stitched up my head.

My Dad used to do something, to show me a lesson but I thought it was just a game.  He gave me "indian burns" and it was twisting around the wrist tightly so it "burned".  It was a game and I was supposed to withstand the burn.  He also played a game of "why are you hitting yourself?" and then he'd take my hand and, holding my hand, he'd hit me with my hand.  So he'd have me hitting myself but he was controlling it, and holding my hands just to say "you're doing it to yourself".  So while hitting me with my own hands he'd say, "Why are you hitting yourself?"  "huh? huh?  why are you hitting yourself?"  "Stop hitting yourself." 

So he showed me how someone can control your actions and then blame you for it.  I think the point of indian burns was what police do when they think they want to teach an "indian" a lesson--they twist handcuffs around your wrists.  For me, I was also burned in other ways. 

So I believe something was taking place where a permission was being signed, or contract, to have horrible things done to me from the point I left that hospital in 1995. 

For one thing, I remember being "wired" when I was a kid.  So it is nothing new the U.S. would try to track me and torture me from 1995-on.  What I mean by wired, is I think they put something in my arm during surgery when I broke my arm, but I also remember someone putting a thin wire into my ears.  I remember I was very little and I didn't like it because I had to "hold still" and I had an extremely thin sort of stiff wire, very slowly, gradually going into my ear.  At least one ear, and probably both.  But I remember being "wired" with something very clearly.  "Hold STILL"  now don't move...It wasn't Q-tips and it wasn't at a doctor's office.  It was a private wiring, as in, U.S. sponsored MK Ultra wiring.  I feel like I was around 4 years old.  It was anywhere between age 2 and age 8.  If it was in a doctor's office, I guess it wasn't surgery or an exam.  It was my head being held in one place so I didn't move and then told to be still as a wire was going into an ear.

So like I've said, this country is a piece of shit.

I was forced to work for microchip people after I was implanted with more 'stuff' in 1995.  I was then being targeted for torture on a regular basis. 

I've said most of this already so skipping ahead, when I left, I was upset with my parents for telling me to give my son up for adoption.  "God has other plans for you" my Dad said.  Either he came up with it, or the FBI and military did.  The only other thing prior to having my son was being date raped by federal employees and having police defame me and my lawsuits obstructed by deliberate torture of me.  What "other" plan would there be.  I didn't realize then that there was something very wrong with even some of my older friends, like the Maiers.  I didn't know how they were involved but there was something wrong.

Something was going down before we ever moved out of Moses Lake.  In the last year, about the time Barbara ran off of the road, and told us to put our clothes on, I kept asking Stephanie why her mother had told me to put my pants on.  I was just curious about why that came to Barbs mind and why she kept saying this to me, in an agitated state, repeatedly.  After that, I wasn't invited over to the Maiers house as much and Karin from Canada was making plans with her Canadian MK Ultra family, to move in and club with Rob and Marty Fallon.  I didn't know why I wasn't going over there as much, but felt sad about it, and Stephanie didn't want me to go but then we did. 

"Put your pants on Cameo".

"Stephanie?"

"What?"

"Why did your Mom keep telling me to put my pants on?"

"I don't know...Cameo, she was upset."

"Yeah, but she was telling me to put my pants on.  She didn't tell anyone else to put their pants on.  She said, kiiiiids!  get dressed, and then when I said, "We already have our clothes on" and giggled, Stephanie shushed me and Barbara screamed, "Cameo, put your pants on!  Put your pants on!" and she was hysterical, just shouting whatever came to her mind as we went off the road into a snowy ditch that was like the ditch Mike Nichols steered to before yanking the wheel back to flip the car.

So the weird thing is, when I little and JR and Summer were being babysat by my Mom, his parents knew Middletons.  What I remember about JR is that he was playing "doctor" and then I told him to put his private part on mine.  I said, "No! Not like that, it's not hard."  I knew, as a very young kid, about a man's private part touching mine, and feeling "hard".  How would I know this unless I was sexually abused by the U.S. federal government like I said.  We had no porn, no movies, and it wasn't an idea, it was that I had knowledge by personal experience that it was supposed to feel "hard".

Thanks to the Middletons.

When my parents are pressured to lie about me, they have been lying for federal employees for a very long time, and it's never been to my benefit.  I have never profited or benefited from my parents and what they do.  Instead, other families have, as mine is tortured to keep us in line.

Now that I think about it, when I went with the Maiers to Seattle once and had $10 to spend, why, of all the things I could have bought, did I want to buy a bottle of water that sprayed out liquid?  I mean, "Cameo put your pants on?"

Maybe since I questioned Stephanie about it and my invitations dwindled, and since I wrote in a diary and one of them probably got into it and read it or knew what was there, maybe someone was worried about "something" surfacing that was very "MK Ultra" and involved kids taking off clothes and realizing what a man's private part is like, aroused.

It's something even Stephanie might want to cut someone over.  Maybe it's even something Karin's Canadian-French connections would agree to want to kill over, arrange something with Robin, and get a Catholic guy to do it who knew Karin or Bechtold or had that Middleton contact.  I thought Joy didn't want me to see her Dad because she was jealous of me for some reason when all I wanted to do was sincerely wish him well, but maybe she knew I'd questioned about the pants being off so long ago and wondered why I wanted to see him in person. 

I know Stephanie REALLY loves her Nordstrom shopping and Barbara bought cosmetics by the 3 full bags with handles full, and by the time she invited me to her wedding shower in Seattle, she didn't care if my son was taken away from me.  Have at it "pants down" CPS people.  Of the gifts I was given by Stephanie in Moses Lake, it was postcards from European vacations, a small solid marble trinket box in the shape of Granny's French rose and violet candies before those disappeared, with a light flower design on the top, like the tin from the candies (a Granny Stephanie never met supposedly), and an enamel lipstick case to slide over a lipstick (just like a condom) that had a blond woman with curly hair (looking like Christina Ricci in "Legend of Sleepy Hollow"...theme:  heads will roll) and a bunch of adoring minstrels and suitors around her.  I said, "What is it?" and she said, "It's a lipstick case".  She grabbed it and showed me, taking out a lipstick and sliding the case over to say, "See, it keeps your lipstick together".  These were gifts her mother helped her pick out.  A small empty marble box in the shape of Granny's once treasured rose and violet French pastilles, which she said the stores didn't carry anymore, and a lipstick case to keep my lipstick together, with a woman sitting on a bench and a bunch of men in a group around her.  The whole gang bang crew I guess. It was too heavy for most lipsticks, and used to roll around underneath the lipstick if you picked it up.   That lipstick case was the size and shape of the pad of skin on my hand which I show a cut across in this post.  It was oval and exactly as long as my scar.

I remember my mother wasn't very impressed or interested.  She saw them, shrugged and said, "hmm".  Or "That was nice of Stephanie".  I gave Stephanie a lot of emotional support and since I didn't have any money, I gave her some pink hairpaint to streak her hair with, and a pair of jean shorts I was sewing patches on.  It really hurt my feelings when she didn't want to take the patches shorts home with her.  When Stephanie opened up the hairpaint, one of my very long red hairs was entwined around the wand that was in a swirl shape.  She pulled the hair out and said, "Is this USED?"  (oh yes my dear and now we all know who you've been working for, don't we darling).  I had sincere and good intentions.  My thoughts were pure about trying to sew patches onto a pair of ripped up jean shorts for Stephanie to wear.  But now, in hindsight, it is rocking hilarious.  It is like God knew what she really should be wearing.  So she unwound this hair of mine and held it up and it was twirled and pink.  She was at my house that day, which was unusual.  She then said hi to my Mom and made a condescendingly sweet comment about "Oh Mrs. Garrett...your pink curtains."

Stephanie's family is likely a source of my child sex abuse.  They're pervs.  So look at what pervs do when they work in federal contracts and want to screw you over because they don't like you anymore or feel too worried about something surfacing.  They try to kill you.  And then they pretend to be friends as they invite enemies to observe you and your son and then try to have your son taken from you, and even better, have you tortured too.

So guess who stole my diaries that has this information?  Mormons, that are Mormon just like Stephanie Maiers.  Who live in Seattle, like Stephanie, and who was connected to Canada through her partner.  Not only did Shannon Borg know who Stephanie was, she knew Mike Tancer. 

So, for the record, I was never around Barbara Maiers without my pants on.  Not as a teenager.  But as a baby or toddler, it's very possible.

Stephanie made a point, after all the years of not seeing me, and getting closer to Bechtold and Australia contacts, and Middleton and Karin's FBI and Canada, to have me sit next to a "social worker" who worked for CPS in Seattle.  That was her "place setting" for me, and I did not miss the smirk on her friends face and the look they exchanged between themselves as she did this.

My place setting for her, is in bum jeans with patches on them and I did it with a sweet heart too. 

I didn't understand any of this, and just thought my parents were inexplicably cruel when they were telling me to take a guilty plea for something I didn't do, after I'd reported the FBI.  We were not hardly speaking and I got so upset I said I was taking my Dad's name off of my son's birth certificate.  I had his social security number revoked, and then I said something to my Dad about mabye taking his name off.  My mother was brainwashed by Patty Otterbach and Barb Greenman who were telling her I was the cause of my parent's separation and to say she didn't love me anymore.  That was a line from a story we read in Margaret Atwood or Nancy McCusker's class in high school, from Emily Dickinson and was a poem I wrote a paper about.  "Love is..."  I had no clue at all who the Middletons were and SHE, Kate, was brought into it after I wrote my paper as if I'd written a snotty paper about Middleton or was challenging her.  She would have been about 9 years old at the time.  Who knows, maybe by then someone thought she was psychic, or pretty, or had some attribute they thought was going to advance their cause. 

When I left for Canada, I left everyone behind.  Since my parents were mad at me, and also probably tortured sometimes by others, they had motive to keep lying for people they have always lied for.

I have PTSD obviously, from actual trauma and unbelievable events...mild PTSD.  There is nothing wrong with me.  I have no personality disorder, drug habit or addiction or anything I try to stay away from because I think I have a problem with it.  I have no mental illness.  What I have, is something that would go away and does, when people quit lying and when this country stops torturing me.

The crimes against me and my son are extraordinary.  This country needs to figure out where its priorities are and do the right thing because it's the right thing, not because they're getting sex out of it.  I am not a citizen and my son is not a citizen until and unless we see proof that our rights are honored as are the rights of other citizens.

If I see equal treatment, and return of my son, and no torture, then I can say, "I am a citizen" or "The U.S. considers me to be a citizen".  So far, the U.S. has treated me and my son worse than slaves in North Korea.  We have a right to have our petition for political asylum honored and I have a right to be validated.
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Updated:  4/26/2013

The other thing I remembered today, when looking at solid silver, is that my mother's entire set of solid silverware was stolen from our house in Moses Lake, WA.  She had an entire set, and I believe it was from Granny, but Granny also had a set too and when I would visit her, her silverware was disappearing a few at a time.   Someone was stealing Granny's silverware gradually, but my Mom's silverware, this set I really loved as a kid, was stolen all at once.  They were not silver plated but solid silver.  There were some larger serving forks and things too, but mostly I remember how upset my Mom was when the silverware was gone.  There were a few things there, something else was there to eat with, but mostly it was at one time period.  I was old enough to remember and be accustomed to using the same silver by that time, I think, so I must have been between age 6 and age 13 but I am pretty sure it was when I was around age 7-11 or so.  So then, it is sort of odd that Alvaro's Colombian friends were just giving me a box of steel silverware for an engagement present.  It wasn't silver, it was steel.  Later, one time after this, when I was a few years older, my mother took me with her to "look at silverware" at a thrift shop.  My mother said to the store owner, "I'm looking for silver eating utensils...spoons, forks, and knives"..and my mother took me to several places, scouring bins of silverware for "solid silver".  I looked with her, and picked out some pieces and held them to her for inspection.  I think my mother was reinforcing for me how our own solid silver was stolen from us.  I said, "How do I know if it's silver?" and she said, "It's usually heavier, and it turns color with age so you have to shine it up".  We had silver polish under our kitchen sink for years, and I remember as a kid, because it was used for our silverware.  We also had copper polish.

Then it was odd when I was working for Lorraine Rose and she wanted me to polish all of her silverware for hours, which I did.  She specifically made me polish and repolish and polish again what she called her "fish plate".  It was a plate with scales all over it.  Solid silver and round, and in a scales, like fish scale, pattern.  It was hard to clean because of all the scales that were raised and then had recessions inbetween...every scale maybe an 1/8th apart so tons and tons of scales and I had to scrub inbetween every single one of them.  Then she'd make me do it again.  And then she'd say she didn't like it and do it again.  And finally, then she'd set up in the highest place in her kitchen, above my head so I had to get a chair to reach it.  Then she'd tell me to take it down and polish it even when she hadn't used it.  Pretty much every week after she decided to wanted to put the fish plate on display.  She got new dishes too, and I dropped and broke a bunch but none of it was intentional or being careless. I wasn't doing it bc I was tired of polishing silverware or for any motive.  They were thinner so they slipped out of hand, where her other plates didn't as much.  She ended up getting nervous after I broke so many.  Then she accused me of  breaking her plates on purpose or something by saying, "I am thinking of deducting $300 from your paycheck to pay for my dishes that you broke".  I was shocked.  She kept saying this.  "If you break one more dish, I'm going to have you pay for it."  "You've broken too many of my dishes and I think you can pay for a new set."  She said, "Each one of these plates costs one hundred and ??? (something) dollars".  They were solid white round plates.  I said, "I'm not trying to break them."  and I think I also said, "I don't think it's fair to charge me for breaking any of them because I'm not being careless."   Anyway, not to get onto that tangent.
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As for Stephanie Maiers, she was in my first grade class in school.  But we had moved to the neighborhood area she lived in, years earlier.  I didn't visit Stephanie at her house in 1st grade so the only time I would have been around Barbara with my "pants off" was before kindergarden, and most likely between the ages of 2 and 5.  Which is the age frame the U.S. likes for sexually abusing children.  When I was that young, before age 5, the Maiers had no boys in their family so I wouldn't have had my pants off for a boy my age. 

I also witnessed Pamp Maiers watching me skinny dip with his kids from their window once when I was a pre-teen or I guess teen, because I was at Jr. high at that time. It was dark in the kitchen, and I saw him clearly. Stephanie said they wanted to skinny dip in their pool in the middle of the night so I thought no one would be out there.  They had a "curly slide" we were even going down, nude, and then I sensed someone watching and looked and it was Pamp Maiers at the window, with a glass of water, watching.  He didn't seem bothered that I noticed and I don't think I even told Stephanie because I was too embarrassed to tell her.  He saw me see him watching.   I remember the other reason I didn't say anything to Stephanie is because I was shocked to think she set it up.  I thought this, at that time, because it happened after I asked Stephanie why her Mom had kept screaming at me to put my pants on and was telling us to put our clothes on and get dressed.  That was in the winter.  I asked her questions and wrote about it in my diary.  Then that summer, one time I stayed the night, Stephanie dragged me outside with Christina and said let's go skinny dipping and they kept pressuring me to.  I took off my suit in the pool but then they were telling me to get out of the pool and walk around to the slide and go down the slide naked.  I was too self-conscious and didn't want to.  Christina and Stephanie didn't quit, and then they said if they did I had to and no one would see.  Finally I did and that's when I saw Pamp Maiers at their kitchen window and I believe he was taking a photo.  I saw him lift his hand up to eye level and then down.  It was lit up outside by the pool with bright lights so you wouldn't have needed a flash.  I remember then Stephanie did something that bothered me because it made me think she had known her Dad was there so I wondered why she want her Dad to see both me and his own daughter naked.  I thought this because I had seen her looking over at the kitchen window many times first, while telling me to go down "the curly slide" (as they called it).   By October, my birthday, she was giving me a lipstick case that slid over a lipstick and had a woman with curly blond hair on it.  My Dad was already commuting to Oregon by then and we moved the next Spring.

So I was embarrassed and I also thought she and Christina had deliberately set me up to be exposed to their Dad.  I thought at first maybe he'd had a glass of water, but the other thing was, there were 2 men there that night.  Pamp had visitors and guests sometimes and another guy was there.  I saw Pamp's face so I knew it was him and he was glaring.  He didn't look happy. 

It was after this, that I basically hardly visited them again and we were moving.  Karin from Canada was moving right in on my heels and someone had photos of me naked.

Now that I think about it, it actually was possibly deliberate.  If someone worried about what I wrote in my diary, about Barb screaming to have kids get dressed, and telling me to put my pants on, maybe they wanted to degrade me.  Then they could show it to others and even to my Dad or Mom and humiliate me. It is the only time I ever thought Stephanie had set me up to do something for her parents.  I remember I had a bad feeling about when I did it. 

Later when Stephanie visited me in Sherwood, Oregon, she was upset I talked to Robin more than her while we were in the pool and outside and she said I hurt her feelings and she'd become very good friends with Monica now.  She told me she was better friends with Monica now, than she was with me and she went back to Moses Lake complaining.  The assassination attempt against me was after that visit, by Tony Roos. Who has a PLUM job in construction-transportation by the way. I already had problems with Robin because he was distraught I wouldn't be his girlfriend.  In the middle of his constant efforts to get my attention and visiting, Stephanie was ignored.  So right after that, I was being run off the road to be killed, about 6 months after her visit, or less.

The Maiers had all of their contracts with the United States government.  He builds highways for the U.S. government and his entire construction company profits are supported by federal money.  Barb had been married to "Sellen", the owner of Sellen Construction in Seattle, WA, which is another major company that has received government contracts.  She divorced and married Pamp and they started Pamp Maiers construction.    For the last three decades, all of the money from construction is coming from the U.S. feds.  That's not to mention what other business they may have under the table.  When Karin got close to Fallons, she got close to doctors who observed me after an arm surgery, and then she sidled up to Stephanie and went with them, as the "ambassador for Canada" on yacht trips in Seattle.  I was never invited on any of the Maiers vacations, except for one short one to Wyoming.  The Maiers took Karin with them everywhere and Stephanie told me her mother LOVED Karin.

What was my Dad going to say, about an assassination attempt, if Pamp and other U.S. federal employees and contractors had photos and evidence of my Dad coaching me on how to make Mr. Maiers' penis hard?

(Hexavalent chromium poisoning, by the way, is commonly found in the construction industry because it is construction companies that use hexavalent chromium, not just the Army.  Why is no one doing a lab on my mother's chrome sores?  Because of a massive federal conspiracy?  Hexavalent chromium is a primary chemical used in making cement, and that is what Maiers construction focused on in building roads.  By 2006 the U.S. federal government was giving them the contract to build a federal prison too.) 

So as I've said, later, when I was in high school--having no idea about my being raped or abused as a kid, Canada connections for MK Ultra were encouraging U.S. and Canadians or whoever, to take my virginity, and then later when I was being set up for repeated premeditated rape, gang rape, by U.S. federal employees, the U.S. was already "used" to having their way with me.

They believed if they raped me and the feds were involved then, they could rape me later all they wanted, and no one was going to defend me.

Inbetween raping me they were trying to kill me.  The U.S. lied and kidnapped my son to use him the same way they used me.  So this is what happened to me before I was supposed to remember:

1.  rape and sexual molestation
2.  deliberate head injury (when I was born, which is why I had jaundice for 3 months)
3.  multiple cuts with a razor (probably as part of the "don't tell" aspect of being raped by FBI, and other federally contracted men):  on my wrists, face, and hands.  I remember being cut.
4.  hypnotized (some of this later too, which I did remember)
5.  Given LSD (I remember one time only)
6.  Possibly forced into closets and dark spaces and held in isolation (I don't remember, but some of my actions later, indicate it might be possible)
7.  Possibly I was wired through an ear.  I remember having my head held in one place and a very thin wire that was long, being gradually inserted into my ear.  I remember a man, some strange man or my Dad, doing it.  However, this is a tenuous memory and I don't know why I think this happened or remember this.  My Mom had those bulbs you have for sucking in fluid, a medical bulb, for ears or nose or whatever, but it wasn't that and it wasn't an ear exam with a tool for looking into the ears witha light.  I had a memory of a thin wire going in and being told to hold very still.

All of these things, except LSD, were done before age 3.  I was still cut after age 3 and I was given LSD after age 3, around 6 years old maybe.  The U.S. never quit their MK Ultra program and they took advantage of every single person they "invested" in later.  What I witnessed being done to my son Oliver, is the exact same thing the CIA and U.S. Army did to me.  This country is guilty of kidnapping Oliver through criminal activity.

I know my Dad was involved in the sexual assault of me.  I don't mean I know my Dad did something himself, but he was involved in telling me "how to do it" for other men.  When I had something triggered from my subconscious it wasn't, "You're too soft", it was "He's not hard yet.  He's soft."

So when my Dad told me later, as I was growing up, that I had a "soft heart", some of the language used around me to refer to an innocent and pure idea of a soft heart, was being used as a mask over the use of "soft" and "hard" for male genitalia.  I did have a "soft heart"--I cried easily or felt sympathic for people and animals, but I also notice now, as an adult how it went from "soft" and "hard" to "soft heart".  I mean, very clever CIA.  Very disgusting and very clever.  It's not like they don't instruct their programmers what to say and how to cover up for their state-sponsored and funded crimes.

I know that Kate Middleton's family is connected to JR and Summer Williams.  I think their last names were Williams.  My mother was having to babysit them and she didn't want to do it.  Those kids had also been sexualized by the U.S. government.  I found Summer trying to introduce things to my brother.  It was like Sheri Sainsbury before Sheri, who was showing up at my house to fondle me and talk to me about "his hard dick" when that's not the kind of friend I was looking for when I was 11 years old. Her family was U.S. Army and that is who Mike Middletons contacts are with.  She stayed overnight one time at my house and never again.  The U.S. had turned into into a porn-trash-talking  kid and then wanted to expose me to her, after they first used HER in their own way by making her into the sexual linguist dirty talker and lesbo at 11.

I believe this follows the exact history of how the CIA and U.S. Army blackmail parents into doing what they want.  They got evidence of contribution to pedophilia on my Dad, and then they feel assured their secret "program" is safe and no one will talk.  The other U.S. federal employees and contractors, also feel safe, because they tell my Dad if HE tells on them, or tries to back out, they will tell on HIM.

This kind of control is exactly why my parents lie for the U.S. government.

My parents even lie and say they think I am mentally ill now,  because that's what the U.S. government wants from them, and they are blackmailed to give the U.S. what they want.  I don't blame my parents and I forgive them because I know they are MK Ultra victims themselves.  I believe they were blackmailed as kids.  They have been extremely important to the U.S.

My parents are Liars For A Living.  Like all spies and government employees who are involuntarily blackmailed, or who willingly get involved for idealistic reasons. 

I am very sure my Dad was raped too.  I never thought this before, but I am positive my Dad was raped as a kid, and maybe later, to put him in his place when the U.S. worries he might break down and talk.  For my Dad to "talk" means exposure to a huge network of pedophiles and federal government police, FBI, CIA and military.  High ranking.  It also includes men and women who do contract work for the government, like the Maiers.  The Maiers are involved with both drug trafficking (in my opinion) and federal contracts.