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Leaving nothing for your offspring?
I've been writing this warning since 2007 when our nation was only $7 Trillion in debt, and since 9-11 when our surplus had been cleaned out.
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Alternative title: Revelation 17&18 (and like a whore, the capitalists sell herself out)
December 26, 2007?
"I saw them; how eager they were to kill kids"
Of all the absurdities of this "New World Order", nothing hit home at just how subtle, how out-of-the-public's mind, murder can be when considering the operations of those that own the media PROGRAMMING, the prisons, the police, the courts, the media PROGRAMMING, the children's curriculum in all the schools from grade-school to University. Nothing could ever be compared to the sudden exposure of all the FBI, S.W.A.T., Provo Police, Detectives, Channel 2 & 5 News, of all the supplemental witnesses such as the nice Mormon couple that ran the Amenity Inn Motel in Provo Utah; still nothing could hold the murderers accountable.
Provo heard a lie via programming, and the rest of the world heard nothing, of two very dead kids.
Not even God could have saved those kids
for the onslaught that was to befall them while they slept.
The tv stations that interviewed me when I walked from the on-site laundromat televised me saying :
"....and all I heard was bam, bam, bam...."
This shocked me.
For some indoctrinated reason it was somehow presumed that the
would be eager to share my 20 or 30 minutes of interview with the rest
of the world. Instead, the only words worthy of being
apparently were a redundant "bam" in bam, bam, bam.
I don't recall if they even put a face with those televised words. Through Corporate Programming I was instantly converted from a witness to a crime, to a nameless, faceless person that only heard "bam, bam, bam".
They left out the part where I stated there was not due process of the law as they blasted those kids to death with a barrage of bullets.
They failed to report any need for a fair trial, before the executions of a young boy and girl.
They failed to mention the fact that I had related to them of the lack of announcement from the police. There were no "Freeze Police!", there were no "Come out with your hands up!", there was no humane method exercised by grown "normal" men to arrest a young man. Grown men could not conceive a better means to get the kids out of the only door to room 212 of the Amenity Motel.
The media failed to mention that I stated that the actions of the armed men put the rest of the public at risk, and that the humane thing would have been to get the rest of us citizens out of the motel for our safety.
Instead, the "officer friendlies" used a grenade (the media referred to this in a one-liner as a "flash-bang device". As if we couldn't possibly be any more dumbed-down. We should be so lucky that the media didn't call it a "goo-goo, gah-gah" ...."flash-bang"...phhhttt).
Instantly after the first loud bang from the grenade came down the door, then a barrage of bullets to ensure that the boy and girl were dead where they slept.
I had never heard
a blast that loud before. After composing myself, putting on
stepped out into the outside as pieces of the ceiling were flaking down
room and bed.
An agent spotted me! He was possibly FBI, not police, and not swat. Dressed in a black suit and suddenly activated as if by a switch, pointing to me as he walked aggressively in my direction shouting "GET BACK! GET BACK IN THERE! GET BACK AGAINST THE WALL NOW!. He had me inside the room and I was pretty much with my back against the left wall toward the head of the bed. He briskly walked past looking pumped up on the devil and demanded to know who else was with me in there. But by the time I answered, he was already knowing the answer as he did a quick look-see into the bathroom and the tiny coat area, and was heading back toward me barking the order that I was to stay in the room and not come out.
However, that order seemed a bit vague to me as there was not the attached timeframe. I had a new job to go to in the morning. So when the coast was clear of that particular agent, came I out with a load of laundry, exiting left to the small laundry area in the inner-corner of the motel that was shaped like an "L".
At one point I realized it was going to be a long night, and that I probably was not going to get much sleep.
The motel was either out of detergent or I hadn't the correct change so I began to pass through the parking lot toward the road where the media were held back, their trucks and antennas and cameras and microphones moving back and forth.
*It is noticed this date, April 4, 2018, that all reports of the murdered kids was completely removed from the internet. This date I see there's not hardly any indication of anything that happened there. This is par for the course with this type of rule. I tried searching Google with search terms such as: "amenity inn 212 Utah flash" and, "amenity inn 212 Utah murder" and, "amenity inn Provo Utah murder two".
one result promised a synopsis that the killers were cleared
of the shooting deaths. I found the link using search terms
in google: "amenity inn Provo swat
FBI". I see that the myriad of comments were also removed
concerning the murders.
When was the last time
you heard of S.W.A.T. serving a warrant against a guy who simply made a
verbal threat (nothing physical) to a woman that had blocked him
parking space because she was inconsiderately parked, causing him
The story has changed a few times with the media PROGRAMMING.....conveniently the versions have been removed from the internet (and our mental consideration). As for their last-ditch effort and claim that he was a white supremacist, they could have stated he was anything under the sun (such as Black Panthers, Zionists, Taliban, Martian), but somehow to be in that particular group warrants capital murder without a trial. Meanwhile the plutocrats that create these atrocities are never questioned as they send your kids to other people's countries to murder millions, rah rah wave the flag and then consider I'm the "retard" and you're "normal".
I have my reservations
about the sanity of our
population having been exposed to bad
in reference to the dead kids, in just a few short years after the
happening, here's all I found:
Cleared (with lies),
swat break down door unannounced laying down a fluffy pillow of bullets
and utilizing a grenade against U.S. Citizens, authorities claim
biswell was of soundness of mind to awaken in miliseconds and locate a
(or was it a television remote, or cell phone, aw hell it was dark in
let's call it a gun!), to defend himself against the unverifiable,
unanounced, unknown aggressors / attackers the firstly threw a grenade
and 50 + bullets into their room where the kids slept and were no
threat to society, unlike others.*somewhat
you notice in one of the "news" reports by their programming
loudspeaker (media programming) that they bothered to make the point
that the police did not shoot at
the girl. The "news" stopped at that
point with no clear statement stating who it was that shot the
girl. Oh but the media PROGRAMMING did bother to issue this
"a bullet went through him and killed her".
that the most hyenous audacity? The boy is guilty for
letting the bullet pass through him. The bullet is guilty for not
acting like a "smart" bullet.
when does it become necessary (let alone legal) for S.W.A.T. and the
F.B.I. to serve a warrant for a threat made
by a martian, a whale, or a "white supremacist"? Our
programming heard one
man's "news" title and all cognitive assessments and responses are
as if by a switch (Did I
mention programming is not just for
computers?). Out of sight, out of
mind. The corporate media PROGRAMMING even
had the audacity to claim that one of the kids didn't die until
reaching the hospital. I can't even imagine which piece they
found still alive in there.
If there's a prayer that the state-sponsored terrorists ought to be praying, it's that there is no God.
A few ways to get a couple of kids to come out of a motel room PEACEFULLY (a.k.a. Safely).
Gas him out
Consider utilizing the only air-conditioner under the only window next to the only door of the only room that the guy was in.
Perhaps consider a non-lethal dose of sleeping agent or some of that LSD used so generously on our troops and inmates during Project MK-Ultra's Attrocities (later Jonestown is born, read it and weep).
2.) Knock on the door to announce to the occupant that he is wanted
With Dignity and Courage, Find out if he's willing to come out peacefully
(and maybe ask the kid to send out any other innocent humans that might have nothing to do with the warrant being "served").
3.) Wait him out. He's got to get hungry sometime. Feed him that crap about how the tax money goes toward the inmate's "well rounded nutritious meals". (Tell him there's an extra P&J sandwich in it if he comes out peacefully).
God forbid if the agents should save our Nation's budget, spare a bullet and a grenade from our already negative monetary worth (i.e. http://usdebtclock.org). When do you suppose might be a good time to recognize our Nation needs YOU to come up with a money-maker idea to satisfy it's lust for more at the cost of all of us? Oh you don't feel broke and stupid yet? Again, that's http://usdebtclock.org ! Snap out of it Americans, we have a real big problem, mismanagement doesn't even come close to describing our dire end here. I would love to have the freedom of speech but I know the limit before they simply make you disappear (it happens).
4.) Ascertain if whether or not his mother, his sister, his brother, his grandmother, his father, etc. would kindly come down to call the boy out.
I could possibly go on more about all the humane/evolved ways to get a boy out of a room...one of the options available in my mind would NOT be to throw a grenade through the window and lay down a barrage of bullets....that's just common sense.
man can tell you to kill a kid, what kind of ethical-deficient creature
does that make you? Was it for the $30.00 dollars you are paid
per hour? And if God gave you 3 days to live, could you not
conjure up a better way to embrace that time?
that if this type of "justice" is legal, then Hitler's Army too, are
innocent. They also were just "doing their jobs".
should murdering two of our OWN be lesser than what Hitler's Armies did
to the rest of the non-German world's children? At least they killed other people.
While passing through the parking lot I passed by an officer, I believe he was S.W.A.T. I inquired as to what was going on. He stated he knew as much as I did, but that the guy up there did something really bad and that they were not aware that a girl was in the room with the man. I went on to another agent and inquired the same question, he told me they had the place staked out for three days, and that I should keep moving.
By the time I stepped foot on
the sidewalk I was confronted with the media. Channel 2 and 5
news, in particular.
Much later, after many of the
agents were thinning out of the parking lot, I contemplated that
earlier I inadvertently told my
bipolar girlfriend over the phone which room I was in. I mistakenly
told her room 212. The conversation was only a few hours before the
kids were murdered in 212. The actual room I was in was
112. I recalled that voices were heard in the background
and remembered my
perplexity to whatever was distracting her attention from speaking with
me. Weeks later, my ex-girlfriend and I spoke again. She told me
was the FBI that was in her home coaching her, and that they were
inquiring of my whereabouts (*when in
fact, a few days earlier, I was released from their somewhat local jail
only a few
miles away. Read on before assessing me please, I was guilty of nothing of any
conceivable discontent to the community). In essence, I was guilty of
quelling a belligerent gun-pointing bipolar girlfriend without causing
her or anyone else any inconvenience as she was disarmed
PEACEFULLY! Jail was of course the only solution to this
ruling unevolved overpriced judiciary!
Okay that was a bit off-track, so back to the Amenity Inn Murders...
The other witness of the murders was a woman that expressed to me her vantage point and how she just happened to be looking out the window. We spoke briefly in the laundromat next to her room, as the slaughter had come to a close, after the bulk of the commotion had quieted (still with more officers than one might imagine needful for two kids, my estimate is more than 30 officials were complicitly running around there).
She stated to me that she did
not want to
get involved, and then used her children as crutches to return to her
room. She also
failed to show up at the police station's press
conference the following day.
I was denied access to the
Conference which was held at their police station not far from the
After being denied access, I stepped back out onto the sidewalk as instructed and debated if I too should just walk away, forget about it and not get involved.
I reasoned with myself that they were not my kids; however I blame religion for stopping the incoming reporters.
Since the initial "news"
reports were incorrect
the details, one by one I confronted the reporters that were beginning
It was all the
same with the reporters though, "I'm sorry, I've got a job to
do and need to get in the station now, we're having a press
Other reporters stopped and
listened to me momentarily, but
apparently I'm not the greatest public speaker, and I imagine their
bosses stated to report on the conference, so they would be in
dereliction of their "jobs" even if it were to gain an authentic
version of the murders.
The reason I felt compelled to
go to the Press Conference was due to a conversation I had the next
after the bloody night. Going into the front desk of the
kind blondie Mormon lady and her husband were
caretakers at the motel (or whatever they're job title is
called), but the wife spoke alone with me somewhat candidly. We
discuss what happened the night before in more detail. The woman
behind the desk
disconcerted when I related to her that one of the agents had told me
that the motel had been staked out for three days. I went on to
state that the agent said it was to catch the man up
there, but were somehow not aware of the young girl
that was also with the young man in room 212.
The woman became startled behind the desk, stopped me and stated, "that's impossible", she pointed toward what I'm assuming was her log-in book stating, "The girl is who rented the room and it was her that came down to pay the daily rent". She went on to state that her and her husband were not even aware that a man was up there since it was rented as a single-occupancy room to the girl only.
I left the Mormon Lady's
presence and slowly
walked back to my room, noticing the state-sponsored smashed-out
door, the caution tape, some holes from shots fired, the mess was
evidence of programming to the extreme, unlawful actions that
were, in their best wisdom, willing to take to "ensure the
safety of themselves" (against two sleeping kids).
Then, while sitting on the edge of the bed, I began to contemplate. For months I was made known by others all over the country that the government were looking for me. I had been told from numerous family members, and acquaintences from numerous states telling me that the FBI was looking for me. And now here they were, right out in the parking lot just the night before. I began to recollect also, placing it into context, that I had inadvertently told my girlfriend I was in the room directly above me, the room without a window, the room that surely had splattered blood over every wall and piece of furniture.
In fear, I left to a country park to pitch a tent and considered what to do next.
It was while living in that tent, eating creative meals of dry cat food, too broke for people food, I again called my ex-girlfriend for more details about her encounters with the FBI.
Nothing sounded good.
While at the park, the on-site parks-man and I struck an agreement that I would install a couple of masonry wing-walls outside of the restrooms for him, and that he'd repay me by letting me stay in the Park beyond the "lawful" limit, of which I was already beyond.
He remained to watch and help with the unloading of the concrete block and mortar from his truck, until he felt comfortable that I knew what I was doing.
While unloading the materials, the
Parks Agent and I spoke. I told him how I had
recently been released from jail, and of the outrageous reason I was
placed in their jail in the first place. I told him I was held in
jail for months but the facts are that I hadn't done
ANYTHING wrong aside from wanting to be left alone and not bothered
the police. I think my "crime" was disorderly
conduct...phhtt....after they beat me up.
The groundsman inquired more,
and I told him. I told him how Tamara, my ex-girlfriend, had
and pointed it at me.
I told him where it happened, directly in front of the door of a
"7-11" convenience store
on such-and-such street *AND THAT THE ENTIRE EPISODE WAS RECORDED ON
THE 7-11 SECURITY CAMERAS. I told him of how I was
incredulous at her sudden explosive demeanor, how I walked toward
grabbing her by the arms and shoulders and how I shook her into her
senses. (Tamara is Bipolar. Bipolar
people aren't totally bad....just not always predictable, even when
medicated, in my opinion).
I told the groundsman how I
just glad that she hadn't pulled the trigger (even if it was just a BB
gun), and how quickly the
situation had been quelled over whether or not I slept with someone
other than her that day (it's a ridiculous story that I won't even
bother to elaborate, coupled with the fact that She and I had only
known each other
for a few months...maybe a year in all, but I doubt it).
Suffice to say, Tamara became calmed down and we began to hear the sirens getting closer. I'm not certain that it was out of caring for my freedom that she told me to run; she knew about the problems I was having due to the government officials, before the Amenity Inn murders (which followed after my release from jail from this very incident). But when she said run, with a look that I knew was my last, I ran.
Not very far though.
Weeks or months prior to the murders, Tamara and I had under happier moments, rented from the same Amenity Inn Motel. I was still growing in my hair that she had helped me to shave a week or few earlier. At one point a relative had informed me that the FBI came to their home and startled them as the FBI inquired about my whereabouts. Somewhat angry because I knew I couldn't possibly have done anything that warranted being searched the country-over, so it was then that I ordered every solitary hair in every conceivably place of my body, including eyebrows and arse-hairs, to be shaved by myself and Tamara and packed into a large manila envelope addressed to the FBI.
Before Utah there was Kentucky. Two FBI agents preceded by a "Secret shhh.ervice Agent that met with me in a "secure" location. See, the FBI in Kentucky had asked if I would give them a hair sample but they never returned when they said they would, instead I was released from that jail provided I sign a "I promise never to drive through Kentucky ever so long as I live" form. Over a stupid license plate issue!? Who the hey does the worst crime here?
So my guess was that because I was released from that jail that maybe they were mad about not getting my hair (really, there's not much else to go on, and to this day there's no closure to the outrageous life-changing antics by the good guys. I still have no clue what was going through their minds). My best guess is that the magic trick of "divide and conquer" had the precursor of Chain of Command in the the loops (while the greatest heist on the planet was in full swing http://usdebtclock.org ...but I'm grasping for straws still).
The FBI and police questioned my acquaintences in Atlanta Georgia asking if I were capable of murder. *There's a good selling point.
One person was asked
if I were capable of an assassination.
In Dallas Texas, while entering a home without a warrant to do so, the best apology they could give the victims of their wrath was to plant false seed to the extreme, of how I may have killed a child!
This is the
audacity of the programmed ones. That stunt ALONE almost
cost me my life! *Note to self, add the strangling episode to the list
While in Provo Utah, the first
of two meetings with the FBI, initiated
having called to inquire about a cease-fire against my person, an
Agent agreed to pick me up the following day.
escorted into a brick building of an office parking lot full of similar
other brick buildings. Taken up the steps into the building and
then into a large room on the left, with a larger than
common table and some seats
only, It was obvious that the large mirror in the wall served as
I was introduced to a man from the east coast.
The man had flown in from Washington, DC for just this grand occasion.
When he insinuated that I was being questioned about a possible murder, that suddenly had me rising out of my chair reminding him that the only murderers in the room was them!
The DC agent left and the room was reduced to only myself and
that asked myriads of questions.
I was asked if I'd be available the following day, I stated that the following day was fine by me. The next day I attended another meeting with the FBI, and this time I was given some liquid that may have made me a bit giddy. I remember giggling, it was kind of bizarre actually, my spirits were at an all-time high (no pun expected). Again, they gave me another lie-detector test. They asked all sorts of questions, and many of them were repeated questions from the day before. I was reminded several times that I could only answer "yes" or "no" to the questions. The interviewer on the second day was the only one in the room throughout the whole visit, but I knew there were others behind the large glass/mirror because at one point I answered a question inappropriately and could hear the sounds behind the large mirrored wall. It may have been laughter and a slap against the table, but just in case, I apologized to the man asking the questions (realizing that my giddy state might not be appropriate).
The history of this started
sometime ago, but in relation to the aggressive visits FBI made to
family, they visited and defamed me to my sister's home
in NY (at that time), they questioned my
mother in Ohio (at that time) I state no other details because it's the
details which kind of hurt me to have come to know of something,
they went to my father's in
Florida and planted bad seed, they even bothered a man whom
I barely knew, a resident of a hole-in-the-wall town called Castor,
LA., they bothered people in Texas,
NY, GA, FL, UT, LA, and there were probably other states, too.
was being tracked,
terrorized, defamed, and the only thing I
could conceive doing at the time was
to stay far away from anybody I
It was there in the FBI's unmarked low-key building that I learned who I was, what I was.
I'm very appreciative of that
FBI agent for his honesty, for helping me to understand something
that any normal person would
probably have picked up on.
Anyway, back to the 7-11 story: My girlfriend told me to run and I ran but was too tired to outrun the gun-toters, a.k.a.. officer friendlies. They threw me down and beat me, and after damaging my shoulder which is damaged even to this very day, I was jailed.
This is how I came to be in the Utah jail for disorderly conduct (or some other frivolous FALSE catch-all epithet).
I sat in that jail while Tamara, of all people, was free to come and visit with lesser and lesser frequency as the months passed. It was quite a distance for her to drive (or so I was told), but in her letters she related to me all her efforts to right the wrong that the justus system was doing by holding me for no lawful good reason. Even after I presented to the jail a copy of her full written admission, the so-called justice system would not let me go until I pleaded guilty to a lower "crime”.
And by the time I was released
from that jail,
probably with the sighs of the jail employees and upper
controllers. I was beginning to cost them as opposed to profit.
time I left there, not only were
there many more inmates requesting to go with me to the law library to
study, which required more officers to escort all of us onto a bus down
to the City Law Library at the Court/Attorney Den, the cost of doing so
seemed to coincide with the success of my motions to the court
and D.O.C. and/or the DOJ (Department of "corrections" and the
Department of "justice") which forced the illegal jail
to break ground for the
construction of a LAWFUL legal
library to be built for the inmates to further a semblance of a "fair
The real victims are the Public though. Thoroughly propagated are
a huge slew of misinformation and askew data served via the education
system (SYSTEM), as well as the tele-vised, printed, and aired
PROGRAMMING. The money either goes into the pocket of the
few, or distributed to what the money was supposedly going toward in
the first place (see Administrative Law and Executive Law, then check
in to a jail to see for yourself *which is actually kind of
Biblical. Write me!).
Understand something, there
no paid attorneys for the bulk of those held in the cages of jail.
If those in jail
HAD money for a paid attorney, they would have probably preferred to
themselves out of jail
first place. Since our nation is overrun by the overzealous
we enjoy more laws than any other nation on the planet (hence more
"criminals" than any other nation on the planet). So in effect,
the controlled test-population is comprised
of the expendable poor, as they are forced in a predetermined corner
with the illusion of two predetermined "choices": to
either "represent" himself, or
another man whom might meet with the inmate all of 20 minutes
day of trial, to be appointed by the same Court that shares financing
with the prosecuting attorney. This isn't a scam?
studies revealed that with
judicial nomenclature, the victimized are left clueless in their
defense. Judicial nomenclature uses many common words that are
known and used by the average man, however the judicial crew take the
words and give new definitions; an amazing perversion of our common,
words, that only the judicial system uses against the common man.