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4/22/9 Draft How well I remember the origins of my "Marriage," and how I was forced into it. After refusing to get in with She in a known-to-be-corrupt joint hotel-Union-government housing project named Kelewea Mauka III on Maui, she threatened me. "You gotta marry me, we go buy da house, or I gotta take 'em your job, take 'em your money, your truck, your money and you gotta go jail. I's no idea at the time that she'd ID'd me as a "Mark," someone who appeared daft, mentally retarded or the like from my Ceciac's Disease, and that rumors of "Homosexually" abounded from the work of FBI Agent Jonstono and NSA Agent Ron Mitchel. Mitchel, as wall as MPD Lieutenent , a former US Navy Captiain (And homosexual) were to be my Agent Handlers, unbeknownst to me, for the years I was on Maui, and thusly were the arresting officers at the arrest for he subsequent claims of "Rape, KIdnapping & Sodomy." I'd been set-up for this big-time, a matter involving earlier hypnotic programming I long ago described in my "Novels," a matter of being programmed to associate the smell of propane to an intense sense of itching (As if from "Industrial strength" itching powder) and the idea of sexual arousment. If you the right subject, they can make you believe ANYTHING under hypnosis. I'd been ordered, under hypnosis, at the Duesseldorf Consulate, that since a major anti-espionage operation had been initiated, to obey an "Intermediate Supervisor," while on Maui, where I was ordered to, who I would recognize as "St. Philomena." So they spotted & "Recruited" a suitable woman to be my "Wife" for the duration, one with the proper propensities: She has sex with men, destroys them in every fashion possible, then releases them for money. I remember how hard she was crying at the marriage ceremoney in Ioa Valley as she was being read the Riot Act, I guess. Like all the spies I'd been worked agains, she'd been caught red-handed, and then turned, given a carrot & stick motivation, with the idea of being given a lighter sentence or whatever in some future hearing with a judge. None of her friends at work ever called her "Filomena," they all called her "Luming," so I now wonder. I had no idea of it at the time. So when Ron Mitchel told Barry Born (Yes, two of the three witnesses, and addendees there) and laughed, saying he thought the date had to be Hitler's Birthday, as if a reference to me, Born said no. April 25th was chosen for another reason, but not for that. Then a noted opoenly homosexual man, Bert Friedland, came forewara to perform the ceremony, he pointed out to the two of them that he'd gotten a Justice of the Peace permit just recently, also specifically timing it for some reason, for the 13th of the month. (Or it may have been the marriage certificate. Filomena had told me that we had to be married on some certain date, and specifically at Iao Valley, as if she'd been told as much) Freidlan was the Maui Coroner, and a renowned forensics expert, solving many Vietnam Veteran remains identies. Someone thought this funny, or something. He said something in a certain way that I now recognize to be the field operative hypnotic phrase that placed me into trance. He took me aside to sign the papers, and pulled out what he called my "201 File." He folded back some papers and I recognized an Army Contract. He said, "Well I guess you're promoted, now, and you've got to stay married to her for... 27 years. Then, I guess you get promoted again, or something..." And then I sgned a financial form, and he pointed out that only then would I get paid. He took her aside to have her sign something similiar, and I know know it to be a Contractual Agreement that "Mr. Willms" had referred to in Duesseldorf as "The Manila Folders" (Pun had been intended, I'm sure, as a mnemonic.) Years later, force to see US Army Caaptain Berigan at the Tripler US Army Medical Center , did he finally pull me into the office to present a document he said would be sealed in my medical records at the St. Louis records depository. He also asked if I knew what his rank was, a Captain, and I replied as much. He asked if I knew what mine was, and I responded that I'd been discharged as an E-5. He pointed out I was a Warrant Officer & had to obey his orders. Again, I was placed into trance. He looked at the paperwork and ordered me to stay married to her until past my "Silver Anniversary," at least, some certain date. Once again, I simply went into a state of deep denial. Each year She reminds me of the upcoming anniversary, as I never can remember it. In fact, only now do I remember signing the Army contract. In fact, Friedland may well have sworn me in again, I think. The phraseology reminded me of the Director, "Mr. Willms," had signed me in at Duesseldorf, for in that the Officer's oath is different than the enlisted one. I simply rationalized something like that as meaning nothing, for to me marriage was a life-long affair, anyway. And if I got money for it all sometime in the future, who cared? I certainly couldn't count on it at the time.. Over the years, how many times she has terrorized me in many fashions, but especially in one phrase, "One day I gotta give you free you gotta find anodda woman." As a father, I was especially horrified by her attitutes. But now I understand it. For my lawyer of the time had told me the the charges would be reviewed some grand time in the future, too, and that there then would certainly be a trial. But since I no longer had money to pay him, he wouldn't be my lawyer, anyway. That oddly, they had been dismissed "Without Prejudcie," and sent to the Phoenix Federal System for review. That a court order had been stipulated, too, preventing her from leaving the US until then, too. I was overwhelmingly horrified beyond belief at the time, anyway, never understanding WHY I'd been singled out like this for this kind of unfair treatment. Yes, a government issue "GI" wife. Mr. Willms said it would be a "Stufy" of such an idea, since the Liberals seemed to be planning on just such an idea for the American Way. Now, at 55, looking back at a wasted life with no possible way to ever have a happy one, I can only recoil in horror at how easily it could happen in Obamamania. Even if I can get my last remaining dream, that of a Court Order prohibiting the Mentals from ever again "Interviening" into my life, I fear I shall never escape their "Good Intentions" and constant humiliating harrassment and "Study." Like all Communists, they create the problems that they claim that they will "Change," if only given Police State Powers and put in charge. I now at least understand the mnemonic of "The Manila Folders," involving Bud Kuenthe and his Federal Witness Protection Program "Death" while I worked at the Maui Westin in the Security Department. The supervisors were actually FBI Agents, there to investigate me, I take it. Bud suddenly accosted me one evening, saying that they "Knew all about me, the murders in California" and the like. He suppossedly "Died" that night and I was ordered to attend the wake. Mitchel and Born arrived, and we were the first there. They joked about how the corpse really looked like Bud, excepting that the corpse was too tall for his short statue, and cascket, so they'd trimmed his legs, and wanted me to look inside. Mitchel then went into the back & said he'd gotten the sealed envelope from Firedland and wanted to see what was in it. Born stopped him and placed it into the Casket. In an ordered "Sentencing Hearing" before HI Judge Komo in 1994, did SS Agent request Judge Komo order at this timing, among many other things, the Emergency Disinterment of Bud Kuenthe as well as Bernadino Laforga. Where another sealed envelope awaits. Komo had exclaimed, "You mean forenciss? Will connect him to their deaths, as well?!" But Larkin had not answered. Komo was sure, from the impression Larkin had given him, that I was some kind of Serial Killer who had to be placed in a specially-funded "In Situ Study - Outpatient Treatment" and such has my life been Hell since. Throughout the years, she has obeyed these agent handlers to contribute to my "Legend," and yet serve, unknowingly, as an "Undercover Investigator" in various manners of fraud, corruption, murder & the like. Issued being like "Someone like HIM shouldn't own a gun," and see just how quickly bastions of society leave Constitional Rights, Laws & Order behind... Yet, recently, did she fulfill long-promised threats of leaving me (Financially & Socially destitute) and repeated such false claims - Even though we haven't even had sex in years (I've finally learned not to ever trust Her) to Obamamanics in the Social(ist) Services, resulting MOST IMMEADIATELY in the seizure, yet once again, of my firearms and threatened Court Action. While it's another long story unto it's own, I can now see what She'd done: She's fallen on Her proverbial sword in completion of her Contractual obligations and revealed Herself, Me & the Social(ist) Workers for what they (As ACORN Agents) really are. Most have them have slavishly fallen for the deliberately planted for the KGBfalse disinformation of suppossed homosexuality between the Director and I in 1977. And see themselves as "Saviors" of the Bushes by persecuting me - Or in interrogating me for some good blackmail stuff. To remember County Prosecutor Cindy Delancy and "Family Services" demanding my Committment before Judge Stebner - The ultimate interrogation - So that he would sign orders to force me into "On the Job Treatment" while ordering me to pay "Child Support," based on my Wife's income (I had none). THEN redacting the transcript to leave these parts out... Only reminds me that the 2nd Amendment allows one to protect one's self from Criminals - In government... Thankfully, the Grass Roots are picking up on this, BIG TIME, the Director's intention, I am sure. I guess, from the government's standpoint, that doen't matter, since I get paid for it, I guess. For I am now alive, and the political value of the inheritance not seized by the Enemy. My Duty done, I guess. If I'm now allowed to have a life. Of what's maybe left.

    See my Zazzle Panel of bumper stickers I designed LONG AGO, "Weather Weapons Happen," and many others. Like the one that says, "That's not a baked potato, that's AlGore's brain..." On "Climate Change."