AND ESPIONAGE GOT ME PUT AWAY FOR A BIT - WHAT ELSE IS NEW IN POLITICS THESE DAYS?
BUT WHAT DID I SEE THERE AS AN INVESTIGATIVE UNDERCOVER TYPE?
JUST WHY WYOMING STATE HOSPITAL AT EVANSTON HAS
(To read specifically about the Assisted Suicide, tab down to the Bold area)
But first let me lead up to my incarceration there:
If authorities were that eager to prove this, they'd take my DNA to find out. Click here for a personal DNA swab from me to present to Sheriff Joe! But, let's face it, there's something bigger going on, and we're getting the Media Hogwash to cover it up.
Call it a "Study" on exemption from "Posse Comitatus," if you must. What the Liberals would LOVE. US Army Officers operating within the US...
He did the intestinal biopsy on me at Tripler Army Medical Center during the course of agony with Judge Komo that proved I have Celiac's Disease, a necessary ingredient to be a MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE SPY. Judge Komo sending me there was a cover for that official test. But Berigan screwed up and also gave me an ulcer by mistake. Go figure.
He'd said once he'd arranged it because it would prove useful: One, to give me a stamp of "Sane" upon my forehead, and also: Because I did have a phobia - That of being Committed, based upon my "Mother's" constant attempts to have me put there so as to collect upon the long-awaited inheritance. (See enovel)
So having me put in the Nut House should ameliorate my phobia, right?
What else? I'd been framed as a "Serial Killer," the government had evidence I wasn't - But wasn't going to reveal any of the above until 0bama's run had petered out. Particularly with evidence that implicates Gary Condit of the murder of two Okinawan waitresses from a Soba Shop I'd frequented - With his damning fingerprints on a bottle of Lucky X beer he'd given me. Long Story.
That, actually, is a Sting on the Commie PSYOPS theme of "Feminism," one of the propaganda themes they have used to destroy us from within with. Another obviously being "Homosexuality being normal."
A special Congressional Grant (How many in my life!) had been made in order to upgrade the facilities, and there were many workmen there.
The inmate there could be heard to complain of the puke that came up in his toilet. Well, that came from Room #4, as I explain below.
AND - The old nurse, a potential witness, has also reportedly suddenly died...
There had even been one inmate who had made some kind of formal complaint about the Supermeds. But it had felt like the place was stuffed with undercover cops.
(More later) Who could tell what was real and what wasn't?
That's what happens when Shrinks are in control of one's life, I've found.
I was suddenly awoken by a woman and a man in the quiet darkness. I was told I was being transferred to the next room because the plumbers had come and I couldn't be in there during their work.
Like I discounted the news report I'd once read about the place. The FBI had planned to test their new "Foam Belly concealed carry disguises" there. Like the one the "Patient Advocate" wore.
(The purported new law against masturbation by inmates there and cold showers)
That's called "Treatment." Sure is. "Treated like S****"
(Having Celiac's Disease, I was given special food. One delicious item kept either having a bite taken from it or disappeared completely - The Gluten Free Cookie! The obese workers there had no compassion... The Dietitian was quite nice, and I would be issued fruit cups. Then it started that one could note that the previously full cup had a depression in the middle - Something went missing on the transport! Especially the fresh strawberries. But then, at Carbon County Jail, I was frequently fed plain beans in retaliation for my dietary needs pain in the butt of Celiac's Disease.)
It was ALL so very psychological. One hesitated to chose certain novels from the Library lest one be pegged as something..
That I read spy novels was noted in my report.
Like "FAG ATTACK! FAG ATTACK!" Or "JACKOFF NOW! JACKOFF NOW!"
You know, sweet pillow talk on the PA system.
Of course, it might have been a grand orchestration for my benefit. Maybe in reporting same, I'll get called "Crazy" all the more so? But I know I didn't sleep well after that.
Maybe that was some kind of "Treatment?"
A political thing.
There's certain jobs available at places I can walk to (Seems somebody may have busted a vital clutch part off my truck, a clutch slave cylinder, even as it's obvious I'm penniless...) where I get special treatment, anyway. How well I remember going to one store, for example, seeing the employees assemble, look me over, mumble something about "Signs of Mental Illness," and etc.
Hey. Goes with the turf if you're actually half-related to the Prez.
They basically have done that at all the stores, even the Eye Doctor, here, in Rawlins. For some reason, the Political Incorrectness Watchers have some real funding and power here.
City Market was known for having "The best surveillance system" in the US, long ago, according to RPD Chief Ried. Which of course means I'm "Identified," and get "Special Treatment" the moment I enter these places. In case I "Show signs of Mental Illness..."
See, if you're not crazy yet, they go out of their way to drive you nuts...
Or, often enough, there'll be clerks who amazingly have a ton of metal embedded on their faces and tongue. It must be one of those "Psychological Profile" things whereas I guess they think I mutilated myself - My straight front teeth were filed down by a Saratoga Dentist's assistant, because, as he had told the Dentist, "I heard he's homosexual - Now he can give blow jobs better."
Between that and an unneeded Tongue Surgery, a third of my tongue was cut out:
That's what jail's all about in America today. And the Nut House, as well. (More details later - check back.)
In other words, I had to go on Ice, big time, long term. Do something of value in the meantime.
This placed me under a great deal of stress, of course, which they attributed to "Mental Illness," I guess. One is "Supposed to like being treated that way," I guess.
There, their compiled "Psychological Profile" of me seemed to be that of a Serial Killer. No evidence. No Trial, no testimony. No ability to look one's accuser in the eye, especially when my "Wife" had been in Court there before Judge Eiken making false claims to get at the inheritance. They'd put up a special barricade to prevent just that. "Women Victim" Stuff. Feminism.
Just a lot of "Reports" by people with an ax to grind.
"For my own good," Of course.
And... How nice it would be? Lenin said in the Communist Manifesto, that "The masses will force the individual Capitalist to give his Capital to them all... For the advancement of worldwide Communism..."
That's what I see daily, in the people I'm forced to associate with. They'd like to "Friendly-friendly" me into be a part of their socialistic "Group." Peer pressure.
And give up my inheritance, and it's inherent personal protections, to them, and their Kind, and their political ends.
No Fucking Way.