MUST READ: How this stealing was made completely legal

Stealing this money represents a new model of legalized stealing. I outline it in this blog post. It links to this blog post that finishes the explanation. You see, all you have to do is get it into a crime database a person is a traitor or terrorist, then you can do whatever you want to him and evade civil and criminal liability. You can also engage in other lawbreaking unrelated to the original victim with no liability under the law. That’s because we live in the security era. Believe it. This is real. You can see how secure it is.

Watchlisting

In April, ACLU published a report about secret watchlists with a few revealing details that allows me to put together a slightly improved model of my personal, total destruction program of which this trust’s plundering is a part. Combined with reading about organized harassment or “gang stalking,” an alarming picture emerges of tremendous significance to everyone that remains unseen by nearly everyone.

After what the U.S. government spends for military, the next biggest federal agency is Department of Homeland Security. Seventy percent of their budget goes to private security contractors; so, after defense, the next biggest thing Uncle Sam buys is the work of private security contractors. Their work is producing phony law enforcement intelligence for a galaxy of secret, criminal databases and organized harassment programs—illegal, extrajudicial punishment without purpose or value in every case.

That’s all done in the interest of security, right? Wrong. Almost every targeted person was improperly placed on a secret watchlist, and therefore inappropriately designated a criminal, a threat to society and/or a terrorist. The number of names on the list tells us that. Further, we have only an estimate of the numbers from 2003 to 2008, in that no oversight or hard numbers are available. How many are on these lists now isn’t available and perhaps isn’t even known.

I thought it was very strange that when I told local police about the theft of this sum of money and consuming contaminated food and water in my own home, they did not care. They were provocative, dismissive and unfriendly. They wanted to know about my vehicle and whether I owned a gun. That had nothing to do with my complaints. I knew it was a clue, but it was opaque and I couldn’t guess what it meant. It turns out they checked a federal criminal database, probably KST, and they followed the guidelines. What do you know? They think I’m a terrorist. No reason is needed to put a name on a list, and expanding the lists is important for expanding these police state programs.

From Trapped In A Black Box: Growing Terrorism Watchlisting In Everyday Policing:

The total number of records in the VGTOF database increased dramatically over the relevant period (see Figure 2) [December, 2003 to December, 2008]. The total increased from under 13,054 records in December 2003 to 272,198 records by December 2008, an approximately 2,000 percent growth over only a five year period. This number includes both regular and silent hit entries (described in Section V). Even by the most conservative estimate, this means an addition of 259,144 new records to the database in a period of five years—an average of 142 new records per day.

Assuming this rate of growth remained constant, an additional 388,725 names would be added to KST from January 1, 2009 to June 30, 2016. Assuming no names were removed, the new total is 660,923. The report repeatedly states this is a conservative estimate. I’d be surprised to find there are 142 people engaged in planning and carrying out terrorist activity in the whole country. Yet, there are probably far more names on these lists than 661,000.

The report uses anagrams to refer to agencies and databases. It’s mind numbing. I picked out the most used ones and defined them:

NCIC = National Crime Information Center—within FBI
TSC = Terrorist Screening Center—government's consolidation point for known and suspected terrorist information, foreign and domestic
TSDB = Terrorist Screening Database
VGTOF = Violent Gangs and Terrorist Organizations File
KST = Known or Suspected Terrorists File
NCTC = National Counterterrorism Center—part of the Office of the Director of National Intelligence
TREX = Terrorist Review and Examination Unit—FBI field office submits nominations to TREX, the FBI headquarters unit that processes nominations from open FBI investigations
TIDE = Terrorist Identities Datamark Environment—the NCTC database of international terrorist nominations which feeds names to TSC, which enters them into TSDB as well
No-Fly List = individuals prevented from boarding an airplane
Selectee List = individuals subject to heightened airport screening when they seek to board an airplane
CLASS = State Department's Consular Lookout And Support System used to screen visa and passport applications
TECS Database = used by customs and border patrol to screen people at ports of entry

My name has been on at least one watchlist, put there by the same people who talked the Man of Steal into taking all the trust’s money, for the purpose of obstructing justice. The tactic worked perfectly. It ignores the fact I’m not engaged in subversive activity, never was and have no plans to be. I was stripped of the law’s protection, a constitutional guarantee.

I told Steal Man these guys are trying to get rid of me and you as well. He thought I was imagining things. Since then, there have been at least 20 hard attempts to kill me, and he is DEAD. He’s been dead since May 6, 2016, and we still don’t have the medical examiner’s report. Some people think I shouldn’t be armed? No one on earth needs protection more than I.

These watchlisting programs are bogus, a waste of time and money, and they impose devastating consequences on the unlucky people whose names appear on the lists. This is how Trapped In A Black Box begins:

In the last fifteen years, the U.S. government has drastically expanded a consolidated watchlisting system that includes hundreds of thousands of individuals based on secret evidence. Some parts of that system have drawn significant attention, including the No Fly List—composed of individuals who are barred from flying to, from, or over U.S. airspace—and, to a lesser extent, the Selectee List—composed of individuals who are subjected to additional screening and questioning every time they seek to board an airplane. Yet a key component of the watchlisting system has received far less scrutiny: the Known or Suspected Terrorist (KST) File, which is maintained by the FBI and is accessible to federal, state, and local law enforcement entities nationwide through the National Crime Information Center (NCIC).

The KST File is a successor to what was known until 2009 as the Violent Gangs and Terrorist Organizations File (VGTOF). Whereas VGTOF contained fewer than 10,000 terrorism related entries in 2003, KST contains hundreds of thousands of entries today. To be sure, law enforcement agencies have a legitimate interest in coordinating efforts to locate people for whom arrest warrants are outstanding. Today, though, KST is part of a vast system of domestic surveillance of people whom law enforcement labels suspect based on vague and loose criteria, with serious constitutional and privacy implications for those who are included in the File. Such individuals may be stigmatized as potential terrorists and are vulnerable to increased law enforcement scrutiny, often without knowing that they are on a secret watchlist, and without a meaningful way to confirm or contest their inclusion.

The ACLU obtained information from the FBI about its VGTOF/KST File through a Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) request and subsequent lawsuit. Although much about the current size and operation of KST remains secret from the public, the more than 13,000 pages we now have, covering a five-year period from December 2003 to December 2008, offer key insights into the workings of this sprawling government database. Further information we analyze in this report came from another FOIA suit brought by the Electronic Privacy Information Center, inspector general reports, and the government’s Watchlisting Guidance leaked to the media in August 2014.

This report presents an analysis of the most important findings from these documents and other resources, which raise serious concerns about the fairness, accuracy, and effectiveness of the KST File.

Politicians and activist groups are saying people on the no-fly list or terrorism watchlists should not be able to buy a gun from a dealer, like that will stop gun violence. You have to wonder how legitimate are these lists, and precisely how many names are on them? Names are added to the list beginning with someone taking part in the “if you see something say something” Nazi slogan theme, among other ways. Did someone see you taking pictures with a cell phone? They might think you’re a terrorist.

Secret watchlisting hasn’t stopped even one terrorist event. It didn’t stop shootings in theaters and schools, and it didn’t stop what happened in Orlando.

From this ACLU report, here are the three handling codes police look at when you encounter them, and how I knew I was watchlisted:

Handling Code 1 applies to individuals with outstanding arrest warrants in the NCIC Wanted Persons File. As of 2009, Handling Code 1 reads as follows:

***LAW ENFORCEMENT SENSITIVE INFORMATION***

WARNING – APPROACH WITH CAUTION.

THIS INDIVIDUAL IS ASSOCIATED WITH TERRORISM AND IS THE SUBJECT OF AN ARREST WARRANT, ALTHOUGH THE WARRANT MAY NOT BE RETRIEVABLE VIA THE SEARCHED IDENTIFIERS. IF AN ARREST WARRANT FOR THE INDIVIDUAL IS RETURNED IN YOUR SEARCH OF NCIC, DETAIN THE INDIVIDUAL PURSUANT TO YOUR DEPARTMENT’S PROCEDURES FOR HANDLING AN OUTSTANDING WARRANT, AND IMMEDIATELY CONTACT THE TERRORIST SCREENING CENTER AT (866) XXX-XXXX FOR ADDITIONAL DIRECTION.

IF AN ARREST WARRANT FOR THE INDIVIDUAL IS NOT RETURNED, USE CAUTION AND IMMEDIATELY CONTACT THE TSC AT (866) XXX-XXXX FOR ADDITIONAL DIRECTION WITHOUT OTHERWISE EXTENDING THE SCOPE OR DURATION OF THE ENCOUNTER. IF YOU ARE A BORDER PATROL OFFICER IMMEDIATELY CALL THE NTC.

UNAUTHORIZED DISCLOSURE OF TERRORIST WATCHLIST INFORMATION IS PROHIBITED. DO NOT ADVISE THIS INDIVIDUAL THAT THEY MAY BE ON A TERRORIST WATCHLIST. INFORMATION THAT THIS INDIVIDUAL MAY BE ON A TERRORIST WATCHLIST IS PROPERTY OF THE TSC AND IS A FEDERAL RECORD PROVIDED TO YOUR AGENCY THAT MAY NOT BE DISSEMINATED OR USED IN ANY PROCEEDING WITHOUT THE ADVANCE AUTHORIZATION OF THE TSC.

***LAW ENFORCEMENT SENSITIVE INFORMATION***

Handling Code 2 appears to pertain mainly to watchlisted individuals who are subject to current or future DHS detainers. The future detainers apply to those who would be given detainers if they encounter law enforcement.105 People with sealed federal indictments can also be subject to Handling Code 2.106 In addition, documents from 2008 indicate that Handling Code 2 could be used for entries made under “exigent circumstances which require immediate entry of the record.”107 The full text of Handling Code 2 is as follows:

***LAW ENFORCEMENT SENSITIVE INFORMATION***

WARNING – APPROACH WITH CAUTION. THIS INDIVIDUAL IS OF INVESTIGATIVE INTEREST TO LAW ENFORCEMENT REGARDING ASSOCIATION WITH TERRORISM AND THERE MAY BE A DETAINER AVAILABLE FROM THE
DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY FOR THIS INDIVIDUAL.

IMMEDIATELY CONTACT THE TERRORIST SCREENING CENTER (TSC) AT (866) XXX-XXXX OR, IF YOU ARE A BORDER PATROL OFFICER, IMMEDIATELY CALL THE NTC TO ASCERTAIN IF A DETAINER IS AVAILABLE FOR THE INDIVIDUAL AND TO OBTAIN ADDITIONAL DIRECTION. PLEASE QUESTION THIS INDIVIDUAL TO ASSIST THE TSC IN DETERMINING WHETHER THE INDIVIDUAL ENCOUNTERED IS THE SUBJECT OF A DETAINER WITHOUT OTHERWISE EXTENDING THE SCOPE OR DURATION OF THE ENCOUNTER.

UNAUTHORIZED DISCLOSURE OF TERRORIST WATCHLIST INFORMATION IS PROHIBITED. DO NOT ADVISE THIS INDIVIDUAL THAT THEY MAY BE ON A TERRORIST WATCHLIST. INFORMATION THAT THIS INDIVIDUAL MAY BE ON A TERRORIST WATCHLIST IS PROPERTY OF THE TSC AND IS A FEDERAL RECORD PROVIDED TO YOUR AGENCY THAT MAY NOT BE DISSEMINATED OR USED IN ANY PROCEEDING WITHOUT THE ADVANCE AUTHORIZATION OF THE TSC.

***LAW ENFORCEMENT SENSITIVE INFORMATION***

As the above language indicates, the querying officer is instructed to “question this individual” in order to help the NTC to determine whether this person is subject to a detainer, but the message provides no guidance on the questioning or the kind of information that would assist in such a determination. It also appears doubtful that officers could question an individual “without otherwise extending the scope or duration of the encounter,” since presumably an encounter with an individual not listed in VGTOF/KST would not involve additional questioning or awaiting a reply from the TSC or the NTC. Thus, encounters with individuals subject to Handling Code 2 will likely be longer and more intrusive than they otherwise would because of the ambiguity of the instructions and the directive to officers to question the individuals further.

Finally, Handling Code 3 applies to all entries that are not categorized as Handling Code 1, Handling Code 2, or silent hits. The text of the message for Handling Code 3 states:

***LAW ENFORCEMENT SENSITIVE INFORMATION***

DO NOT ADVISE THIS INDIVIDUAL THAT THEY MAY BE ON A TERRORIST WATCHLIST. CONTACT THE TERORRIST SCREENING CENTER (TSC) AT (866) XXX-XXXX DURING THIS ENCOUNTER. IF THIS WOULD EXTEND THE SCOPE OR DURATION OF THE ENCOUNTER CONTACT THE TSC IMMEDIATELY THEREAFTER. IF YOU ARE A BORDER PATROL OFFICER IMMEDIATELY CALL THE NTC.

ATTEMPT TO OBTAIN SUFFICIENT IDENTIFYING INFORMATION DURING THE ENCOUNTER, WITHOUT OTHERWISE EXTENDING THE SCOPE OR DURATION OF THE ENCOUNTER, TO ASSIST THE TSC IN DETERMINING WHETHER OR NOT THE NAME OR IDENTIFIER(S) YOU QUERIED BELONGS TO AN INDIVIDUAL IDENTIFIED AS HAVING POSSIBLE TIES WITH TERRORISM.

DO NOT DETAIN OR ARREST THIS INDIVIDUAL UNLESS THERE IS EVIDENCE OF A VIOLATION OF FEDERAL, STATE OR LOCAL STATUTES.

UNAUTHORIZED DISCLOSURE IS PROHIBITED.

INFORMATION THAT THIS INDIVIDUAL MAY BE ON A TERRORIST WATCHLIST IS PROPERTY OF THE TSC AND IS A FEDERAL RECORD PROVIDED TO YOUR AGENCY THAT MAY NOT BE DISSEMINATED OR USED IN ANY PROCEEDING WITHOUT THE ADVANCE AUTHORIZATION OF THE TSC.

WARNING – APPROACH WITH CAUTION.

***LAW ENFORCEMENT SENSITIVE INFORMATION***

This message makes clear that the querying officer should attempt to identify, but not to arrest or detain, the individual; it also states that the officer may contact the TSC after letting the individual go to avoid extending the length of the encounter.

The three handling codes above were in operation as of 2009, but it is not clear if they continue to contain the language and format as listed above. In the past, some handling code messages contained a stronger warning against using the VGTOF hit as grounds for search and seizure:

WARNING – STANDING ALONE, NCIC VIOLENT GANG AND TERRORIST ORGANIZATION FILE INFORMATION DOES NOT FURNISH GROUNDS FOR THE SEARCH AND SEIZURE OF ANY INDIVIDUAL, VEHICLE, OR DWELLING

This warning appears to have been omitted from the most recent handling codes; the 2009 handling codes lack such specific instructions for law enforcement to ensure that they do not use KST hits improperly to extend the scope of detentions.

Very quietly, Congress greatly expanded these programs in the last year. Secret, criminal watchlists might now contain millions or even tens of millions of names—and nearly every one of them has committed no crime or been engaged in subversive activity. Practically none of them are fugitives, have an outstanding warrant or are even suspected in a crime. Let’s be honest. Haul down the stars and stripes and raise the red field black swastika.

I have one more thing to say about this. The remaining live criminals who did this jazz are aware I see this much of their mischief. They continue to spread the potent lie I am a dangerous maniac in an effort to make others deaf, since silencing me hasn’t worked. I am still at very high risk.

Surveillance trolls

These are surveillance trolls. The woman and little girl are SRPs, or surveillance role players and my next door neighbors for more than 12 years. The little girl is now entering adolescence and until a few months ago had not been enrolled in school, her work with the stalking team having been far more important. The other guys I had not seen. I took their pictures on the sly because perps don’t like cameras. Once they saw I was noticing them, they quickly departed. There have been many, many more. Often they show up at night, so photographing them without specialized equipment wasn’t practical. This is a gang stalking tactic, as was stealing the trust’s money.

The man of steal dies

Today the sentencing hearing convened without the defendant, and today the Man of Steal died. We don’t have a definite story yet. This really screws his poor family, and it screws me, too. The criminal case against him has been taken off the docket.

Update 5/11/16: The U.S. attorney advises he has filed a motion and proposed order for the dismissal of the indictment, the usual procedure when a defendant dies before sentencing. I’m left with enforcing the civil judgment, a hopeless prospect. That’s $190,000 of mine, an untold amount of public funds and three years’ work down the drain.

Sentencing

With the exception of a last minute rescheduling, our hero, the indestructible Man of Steal, the holiest of sacred gods and savior of the universe, is set to be sentenced May 6 in the federal criminal case. It will be 34 months after I discovered the details of his pocketing the trust’s money. It will be his first court appearance.

The system of justice has not wanted the trust, and therefore me, to recover, and has not wanted to penalize him. It’s also been fine for anyone and everyone, including the police, to commit every possible crime against me, and that has seemed very strange.

Having just paid an unusually large tax bill, I hope I won’t be arrested or killed at this hearing, if I decide to attend it, and I hope to learn something about why all this law breaking has been of so much less than no concern to the world. If history has anything to say, I doubt I’ll learn anything. I would think paying substantial taxes would entitle me to the law’s protection, and laugh at how silly that sounds.

It is still a major milestone, one I’ve personally worked very hard to achieve, far too hard for too long. I will NEVER again submit a problem to the legal process.

Section 5.01

The trouble started with the trust agreement document. One of the hilarious, sticky points of it is Article V, Section 5.01 stating the Trustee can violate any and all laws in the name of investing with a trust not funded or constructed for that purpose. Fortunately, no purses were snatched or banks robbed.

The section was interpreted and administered to assume that doing anything whatsoever with me and/or the trust was fine and hereby made completely legal, including forsaking the fiduciary relationship and stealing all the money, and that’s what happened. I interpret this as a disbarment-class violation of ethics by the $900 per hour lawyer who wrote it.

It matters what kind of person you are, whether justice finds you or not.

What else I did

This post was taken from a journal of events related to the finance fraud case up to page 3½ and December 2, 2013. The journal has 22 pages now.

That post tells what I did to engage the system of justice. This post describes details of pushing to keep the court cases moving and the ongoing, gang stalking program.

In the last three weeks I recalled my dad’s monstrous wife told me she’d have me designated an enemy of the state. I ignored and forgot that, but suddenly remembered it. That explains the pushback from the start with the criminal case. The designation strips a person of his constitutional guarantees of due process and the law’s protection. Designating anyone an enemy of the state is easy, and anyone can do it. No support is needed, or support can be phony.

Calling someone a traitor is the perfect start to committing every crime possible and getting away with it, and answers the question why I can’t go forward. If this happened, then the gang stalking program is funded by Department of Homeland Security, not my dear stepmother.

That’s all fine, except for a small detail: I’m not a subversive. I was targeted out of meanness and the perpetrators’ wishes to commit crimes and obstruct justice. The plan worked flawlessly. I told you from the start these experts would show you how to do it! It’s a miracle I haven’t been killed, with so many people knowing it’s completely legal. And, it’s clear why a simple finance fraud case hasn’t been disposed after almost three years, with the criminal team that caused it celebrated as holy saviors.

If the designation of traitor sticks, I’m a goner. This is what else I did after December 2, 2013. You can see it started great, then everything went to pieces:

12/4/13—My first conference with lawyers who would prepare a civil lawsuit.

12/5/13—IRS reported the Man of Steal’s company has no history as a contractor.

12/11/13—Lawyers and DHS APS specialist met to prepare to change trustees.

12/12/13—The Man of Steal was removed as trustee, and the new trustee was installed.

12/13/13—I met with the lawyers, DHS specialist and trustee. The lawyers said the charge to bring our lawsuit to the first court appearance would be $3-4,000 without other appearances.

12/17/13—I paid lawyers $3,000 to get them started since trust didn’t have the money.

12/27/13—We served the demand letter after the Man of Steal refused it the week before.

1/27/14—We filed the civil lawsuit. The defendant never responded.

1/28/14—FBI contacted me and scheduled a meeting the following week that was cancelled because of winter weather.

2/15/14—I made the first note about contaminated food or water, and wrote it happened three times since the beginning of the year. Although it had happened many times before, these instances were far more severe.

2/20/14—I had first contact with the state accountancy board examiner who told me the Man of Steal admitted he owned half the company in which he claimed he invested, which is a conflict of interest.

4/5/14—The trustee said lawyers billed us an additional $3,000.

4/14/14—I made first comment to FBI about contaminated consumables in my home. I didn’t record individual instances. It happened six times in March and April, bringing the year’s total to nine instances by the end of April. I ceased home food preparation this month.

5/8/14—The neighbors presented a new starved cat. They had pets in poor condition from the time they moved here. The daughter and her friends threw mud on my house.

5/12/14—I met with the lead lawyer who said he would prepare a list of questions for discovery. He never did this. The lawyers had been acting strangely for over a month and told me I’d wait for recovery.

5/14/14—The neighbors killed my cat, Fuzzy. His absence still leaves a great hole.

6/11/14—Consumed contaminated drinking water. The neighbors’ yard was mowed while I was gone, and I began suspecting them of either doing the home invasion or tipping the people who were.

6/13/14—I had the locks rekeyed and went out, then drank polluted water that was fine before I left.

6/16/14—Put a note on the refrigerator door warning that I advise law enforcement about poisoned food and water.

6/27/14—I complained to FBI about consuming this pollution, and was told to see a doctor. The lead lawyer went on a month’s vacation to the Galapagos Islands.

7/9/14—Drank polluted water again, 12th event since 1/1/14.

7/25/14—DHS specialist reported the state accountancy board permanently revoked the Man of Steal’s certificate. He was also fined $25,000 plus $7,022 costs. He hasn’t paid the fine.

8/15/14—After much urging the lawyers set the pretrial conference for 12/3/14.

9/25/14—I made a note that my neighbor SRPs (surveillance role players) had been very busy making noise and causing trouble all month.

11/8/14—SRPs who’d moved away came to my house to ask about the status of the court cases.

11/15/14—Surveillance trolls followed me in WalMart and Sam’s in a conspicuous manner.

11/22/14—Drank contaminated water, 13th event.

12/3/14—Neither my nor defendant’s lawyers showed for the pretrial conference, and the judge dismissed my civil lawsuit. I was at the courthouse, and the judge was furious. Note my lawyers and the judge committed disbarment-class violations of ethics.

12/11/14—Chewed out my lawyer. He said he’d meet with the judge 1/30/15 to ask about reinstating the lawsuit.

12/17/14—Drove by defendant’s house to see if it was vacant. He was there, and it was lavishly decorated for Christmas.

1/22/15—Told FBI I saw a doctor, got blood work, and my liver and gall bladder functions are excellent.

1/30/15—Lawyers advised the dismissal was vacated and the pretrial conference was rescheduled for 3/4/15.

2/28/15—Noticed surveillance trolls outside. My cat’s footprints in the snow going to neighbor’s house suggest they’re luring him.

3/4/15—Judge cancelled proceedings for bad weather, and the pretrial conference was not rescheduled. I made weekly requests for the lawyer to reschedule the pretrial conference.

3/23/15—Annoying little girl next door stated, “There’s nothing you can do about it, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

4/1/15—Lawyer set up a standing, monthly appointment.

4/10/15—Lawyer promised for fifth time he’d reschedule the pretrial conference. FBI agent was changed. Annoying little girl told me and the neighborhood they killed my cat, that I am a coward and she was going to break all my windows.

4/12/15—Neighbors had a very noisy, screaming fight with other neighbors that lasted hours, then the little girl wanted to know if I called the police. I hadn’t and said no.

5/6/15—The pretrial conference was set for the THIRD time for 7/8/15.

5/14/15—I had surgery to repair ruptured ligaments in my right hand. The repair failed.

5/22/15—I caught the brat next door and other little kids terrorizing my cat, something they’d been doing for a couple months. I yelled at them. They called the police. The child cop didn’t arrest me but told me next call, I go to jail. I’m now on the “okay to shoot” list with local police.

(From March to June I conversed with people in the state legislature about these cases. Whatever they did, it helped move them forward.)

6/3/15—FBI said they were close to indicting the Man of Steal.

6/8/15—oscn.net was finally updated, first time since the previous December, showing correspondence for the defendant was sent to the wrong address.

6/25/15—FBI asked for and I gave them my computer and last two tax returns for me and the trust.

7/8/15—The defendant failed to show for the pretrial conference and we got a default judgment.

7/9/15—The Man of Steal was arrested. He made bond and was released.

7/28/15—Drank contaminated water, event #14. I reported this to the local police. The officer was a smart aleck.

7/29/15—Signed consent form for FBI to search my computer. I was told the grand jury was not kind to the defendant, and that he used my money to pay a previous judgment.

8/3/15—Case workers from the Oklahoma Department of Mental Health visited for a “wellness check” requested by the police officer to whom I made my report.

9/1/15—Drank polluted water again, event #15, and my neighbor’s whole family was in the street all day observing.

9/10/15—FBI returned my computer and told me the defendant is operating his business despite his certificate revocation.

9/20/15—My computer was hacked and wouldn’t boot. I fixed it easily. That was very unusual and had never happened.

9/23/15—Because they had been in the street all day every day for a month making noise and yelling my name, I wrote “gang stalkers and serial killers” in chalk on the curb in front of the neighbors' house. The little girl said, “We’re going to kill you, too.” They called the police who were told to arrest me before they arrived. When they realized they were being coached by the same people conducting the gang stalking program, they left. I told them the little girl wasn’t enrolled in school and apparently never had been. They didn’t care about any of that.

9/25/15—Hammered with odd, anonymous phone calls. Discovered my handgun was disabled.

9/26/15—Went to a gunsmith who told me four to six weeks turnaround. A stranger was observing our conversation.

9/28/15—What do you know, I was moved up in line with the gunsmith, who said the mainspring was disconnected.

10/27/15—The Man of Steal pled guilty after receiving four months’ continuance and agreed to restitution. The U.S. attorney said his sentencing hearing should be scheduled in 60 to 90 days.

10/31/15—For 14 hours my answering machine self-activated, saying “recording a message” and “mailbox full,” then abruptly stopped and reset.

12/25/15—Saw female surveillance troll with phone outside.

1/4/16—Drank polluted water that gave me uncontrollable diarrhea for three days, event #16.

1/14/16—Photographed surveillance troll in parking lot.

1/20/16—Saw surveillance troll with phone in restaurant making himself obvious.

1/27/16—Drank polluted water, event #17. A very severe instance.

2/5/16—Drank polluted water, event #18.

2/17/16—Resumed conversation with state and federal lawmakers asking if they can help move these cases forward in that all the deadlines have passed, yet we haven’t had the defendant’s first court appearance.

2/19/16—FBI says they don’t know when the next proceeding will happen in the criminal case.

2/22/16—U.S. attorney has no entry after the defendant pled guilty 10/27/15, nor do they know if the probation office has prepared the PSR, or presentencing report, which they must review with the defendant.

2/23/16—Fuel Box Girl was arrested in Logan County on a murder complaint.

3/10/16—U.S. attorney reports the PSR is completed and the sentencing hearing should be scheduled within a month. I delivered documents to lawmakers and sent various e-mails regarding the cases.

3/16/16—The FBI agent told me this is slow even by federal government standards. One can understand that, with the bad guys lying (and everyone believing) I’m a bigger traitor than Benedict Arnold. He knows I’m not engaged in subversive activity.

I left out the blistering defamation work this outfit does. It’s destroyed every friendship and keeps doing it. I omitted the two months I worked on the victim impact statement and the U.S. attorney's resignation a day after his office received it. I left out many gas lighting events and many small instances of harassment. I do not want to fill in more pages of this horrible diary.

Fuel Box Girl's TV debut

Fuel Box Girl meant to keep her identity secret, so she’s shown in silhouette and her voice is altered in this good-looking, 2009 KFOR news story. She complained women working in grounds keeping on work release at the Oklahoma governor’s mansion were being raped by state services employees also working at the mansion.

Two of the men were fired for sexual misconduct, something the state is very reluctant to admit because it can be the basis of civil liability. The state would prefer not to be sued for that (poor babies), and I wrote about it back then.

It’s a shame she was arrested for murder in that she’s already spent time in prison, and has a demonstrated history as an exploited person. Fuel Box Girl, my sister-in-law, who’s pictured in the video, and the journalist all did the right thing talking about this outrageous circumstance at the state’s first family’s home. You don’t surrender human rights because you are in jail.

It isn’t funny to me she finds herself behind the eight ball again. It strikes me as hilarious that I’ve told so many that she and others have had the idea they’d kill me, get money and get away with it, and they did not believe a word of it. Now, there is good reason to think again. She is low on my tree-structured organizational chart of murder conspirators in that she tried only once. She called many times attempting to return and make sure her firebomb was still functional, so she gets good marks for effort. I’d already cleaned it up, and she wasn’t invited back.

Because she and her boyfriend, my sister-in-law’s stepson, needed money, I gave her about $600.00 consisting of cash and a new fuel pump for their vehicle. I also bought my sister-in-law a nice pair of diamond studs for her birthday the month before, so this episode cost me about $2,000.00. For trying to be nice to these people, they attempted to rob and kill me. The prosecutor and her defense lawyer are on the spot to resolve her new case properly. It’s possible she deserves mercy.

Meet murder suspect Fuel Box Girl

My sister-in-law, an attorney, was trustee for this idiotic trust before I unseated her and installed the Man of Steal. She wanted me to move to her parents’ hometown, MacAlester, OK, and threw a wild, screaming, crying, tears and snot flying fit saying what I needed to do was have her friend come to my house and help me pack.

I told her I didn’t need any help, but reluctantly agreed. The girl she sent built a firebomb in my kitchen I named “fuel box,” and I talked about that in this post. She and the trustee were following my dad’s wife’s lead, that the assets were to be stolen and I was to be eliminated.

They were excited by the idea of killing a person, making money and getting away with it. I called them murder conspirators; specifically, people who would plan and carry out murder for money, with the promise of protection from the law. That idea is compelling and contagious to some people.

Local police and federal law enforcement did not care to hear this, and have acted like no one should worry since murder isn’t actually illegal. Certainly it never had anything to do with stolen money, and my mentioning it proved what my thieving killers told them, that I was born without a brain. The DHS adult protective services specialist told me to not talk about it.

Last week, the girl who made this firebomb, aka fuel box, was arrested for—guess what—murder. It seems her fiancé came up with a bullet in the head and he died. She told the police he committed suicide. They studied the facts and her changing account, and decided she shot him. So, she sits in the Logan county jail and is presumed not guilty.

My list of murder conspirators surrounding this case now has at least 20 names if not more. The law does not care about that or the stolen money. No one, not even my own lawyers, will talk to me. The civil and criminal cases are hopelessly stalled despite favorable judgments. Do any of them have cause to rethink things since her arrest? Apparently they do not. Something else is wrong with all of it. As always, I’ll be the last to know. Hey, this is hilarious again. I wonder if the others are laughing.

Midway through the third year

In July 2015 we had a civil judgment and a federal criminal indictment of the brilliant Man of Steal. Now we are midway through the third year of seeking a court-ordered repayment plan. The first court appearance is not in sight for either case.

I’ve encouraged my lawyer to move ahead. He won’t, and won’t meet with me. The agent said the defendant is proud and would fight the criminal case. I said my stepmother doesn’t want the facts of it on the record, that he’ll wait until the end of the continuance, November 3, 2015, then he’ll enter a plea bargain, which delays the court’s disposition and his possible incarceration. That’s exactly what he did October 27, entering a plea of guilty and agreeing to restitution. That means he doesn’t go to court and I’m not reimbursed.

At the end of September, I noticed my revolver didn’t work. I bought it new ten years ago, and it’s been fired about 100 times. I took it to a gunsmith. The main spring was disconnected. He put it back and charged $70. “Could that come loose just sitting in a drawer?” I asked him. “Sure,” he said. Right! That’s a textbook gang stalking, gas lighting tactic: they don’t steal your gun, they make it nonfunctional. I still have lots of gas lighting.

Someone took a damn $1 Sharpie out of the jar on my desk when I was out. Something like that isn’t tangible to police, nor is contaminating food and water. The gun repair is tangible, and sloppy on the stalkers’ part.

The agent told me the Man of Steal paid an outstanding judgment with my money, and the recipient broke no laws taking it, according to the U.S. attorney’s office, and it’s irretrievable. The federal court and prosecutor typically schedule the sentencing hearing 60 to 90 days after the plea bargain agreement, and this week I learned it may run to 120 days. I have new surveillance players with cell phones in the neighborhood. I drank contaminated water in my home last week, something that hasn’t happened in many months.

The U.S. attorney offered the voluntary victim impact statement form requesting a reply in ten days. I agonized, blocked and locked up for two months trying to write the strange account no one wants to hear about this stupid and idiotic situation. I threw out the first three versions. After writing and editing the fourth version, I threw out three-quarters of it and rewrote the rest.

I mailed the victim impact statement New Year’s eve. It was delivered at 4:09 p.m. Monday, January 4, 2016 to the U.S. attorney, according to U.S. Postal Service. On January 6, U.S, Attorney Sanford Coats tendered his resignation. The cover letter and victim impact statement are pictured here. Click on the images to read them. I name a few names and am not kind to these shit holes.

The Man of Steal faces one charge of wire fraud, and possibly five more fraud charges, according to the Department of Justice’s Victim Notification System website, which generally doesn’t work at all but might for a few minutes on a rare occasion. The charges are worth 20 years each—but, it’s nothing urgent.

Usually finance fraud cases in this part of the world are disposed in four to six months if I can believe my case review. You shouldn’t think every case is like this one. The facts overall must rank as The Weirdest Thing I’ve Ever Seen. I’m not young, and that’s saying a lot. If you have read here and read the victim impact statement, you’ll have a very good idea of what this is about. I’ve sent much correspondence and written much about it.

The surveillance role player (SRP) lady next door had not gone to the trouble of enrolling her troublemaking daughter in school, if you can believe that. Her work with the stalking team was more important, apparently. Edmond Public Schools put an end to it. It’s been a little quieter, but they’re still here and make their presence known. I was mistaken! I just saw this little girl, who is 10 or 11, riding her bike, at an hour when she should be in school. How about that? The stalking team gets everything their way. They buy off lawyers, judges and even the Edmond Public School District, which agrees turning a little girl into a criminal is more important than standard education. Anything goes here. It's outrageous, unbelievable.

Gang stalking

I’d been thinking there is a name for what’s been happening. I was right. The name is gang stalking.

Gang stalking has nothing to do with street gangs. It means many people are involved causing a variety of harassment and trouble. Read about it at fightgangstalking.com. It describes what’s been happening to me in very great detail! I was stunned.

I made a diary note about my computer being hacked September 20. It wouldn’t boot and said it couldn’t load the user profile. I brought it up and found a new profile named TEMP set up to take ownership and lots of events in event viewer. I removed the profile.

I’ve taken to carrying a camera. When my next door neighbors see it, they run. Sure enough, it says in the website perpetrators don’t want their pictures taken. I told the police I was thinking of printing a flyer about these assholes, and sure enough, the website says you should do just that. It says you should post signs and banners and write letters to politicians and the media.

Ordinarily, gang stalking is ordered by a government agency as a means of overloading and neutralizing someone labeled subversive. They farm this job to a private organization that makes a business causing harassment, like the homeland security era counterterrorism institute. If you have the money and know who to call, you can order this service as a private individual. That’s what my father’s wife has done. This is what I get for loving them and being the only child they raised who didn’t cause problems and expense. The thing I liked best on the website was the many references to elements taken from the East German Stasi. Yeah, no kidding.

It doesn't matter

I received the most interesting news from the FBI agent yesterday when he returned my computer. He told me the Man of Steal has resurrected his business, put out his sign and is apparently operating as a certified public accountant. I was unaware of that. It should come as no surprise.

He told the state accountancy board. They reminded him our man’s looting of the trust was the worst case of malpractice they’ve ever seen. But, that’s all right.

Forget that his certificate was permanently revoked more than a year ago. That he doesn’t have a license is okay. IT DOESN’T MATTER!

You probably thought a guy had to go to graduate school and take a licensing exam to be a doctor, lawyer, architect or CPA. If you think that, you’re stupid and brain defective! You don’t need a license, and you can do anything you want. IT DOESN’T MATTER!

Just come to Oklahoma City. I’m hanging out my shingle. I am now a lawyer and brain surgeon. I’m going to pull out all them brains. It’s okay if all my patients die. IT DOESN’T MATTER! Nobody could do anything about it even if they cared, and nobody does or ever will.

A guy could wake up, “mistakenly” slaughter everyone in town and set the whole city on fire, and that would be just fine. IT DOESN’T MATTER!! He hasn’t broken any laws because there are no laws; in fact, what does the word “laws” mean, anyway? Oh yeah, I forgot—there is no such word.

Steal everything. Kill everyone. It just doesn’t matter and never will. In its haste to protect and cover up for the Man of Steal, the holiest of sacred gods, the “legal process” has legalized everything. That’s the real world you live in now.

Merrily we slog along

We sort of got some action this summer. I say sort of because something is more than nothing. In March 2015 we had no action, and I told the lawyers I had to compel their performance. I can’t bankroll them because the trust and I have very little money. There is always, usually, an obvious, legal and gentle solution to a problem.

I decided the civil and criminal cases were corrupted and took the matter up with the office of my state representative who happens to chair the legislative judicial committee—exactly the person I needed to tell my stupid yet sad story. I never got to meet the young man. His interim assistants generously made a few phone calls and things started to happen.

I reminded FBI that while I’m no expert, a cursory reading of the statutes that might be the basis of criminal charges have statutes of limitation of two, three and five years. Depending on whether or not the U.S. attorney wished to take action and what that action would be, it could be it was time to send them greetings and ask them to review the statutes of limitation and consider whether or not it was time to proceed.

They decided it was. On July 8, the Man of Steal was indicted and the next day he was arrested, the same day we received a favorable judgment in our civil case. He bonded out and was scheduled for trial in August. He’s using a public defender. His lawyer asked for a continuance to September, then asked for another continuance to November. The agent said the grand jury was not kind to my Man of Steal and he was unhappy about being arrested. That week he sent a letter to my lawyer complaining his mother had to go into the hospital so he wasn’t available for “a meeting,” the pretrial conference. He was supposed to send his lawyer to this court appearance, which is not a meeting. We received a default judgment.

In his letter he attributed his trouble in repaying the money he stole to the federal government’s failure to pay its bill. His story is he made a loan to a company doing a job for the IRS. A scandal in Congress that the democratic executive branch was unfairly targeting GOP political action committees and groups for IRS harassment in the form of audits and other actions meant IRS was not paying its bills (for some reason) and we were caught up in that.

According to the agent, he used the money to pay a previous court judgment regarding some other money he stole. The U.S. attorney’s representative told me it was not illegal for that party to receive my money, so under the criminal law my money is irretrievable. This is very bad news. The Man of Steal’s continued lying about the money is part of the assertion of fraud in the criminal case against him. He’s provided nothing to the trust in restitution and is technically in much trouble.

But is he? The case does not appear in the U.S. attorney’s news section on their website. This is very troubling. I get e-mail notification of action in the federal case. The “victim notification system” or VNS website won’t load. On June 25 the agent took my computer and trust and personal tax forms into evidence. It took a month to get another computer built, and I’ve only recently been able to make it fully functional.

Meanwhile, my stepmother, working through the filthy killers living next door has made a lot of trouble in the neighborhood, and poisoning of the drinking water in my house has resumed. I encountered toxic water July 28, nine months after the last incident. It happened again last week, September 1, the fifteenth occurrence since the more aggressive poisoning began in January 2014. I’ve included the local police in my reports of this activity. Because stepmom and the Man of Steal told them I’m a brain defective liar, they don’t believe my complaint. I’ve learned that’s how they treat virtually all complaints, just when I thought I was somebody special.

So, we have something and nothing. The work of collecting from this former CPA and thief lies ahead. The money has been gone almost three years. He sits on money he was paid to do this thing, yet I know it isn’t declared income. The U.S. attorney’s office told me if he gets time, when he’s released they will follow him for 20 years in an attempt to collect. I was correct in my initial assessment that, in effect, stealing and killing are legal, for the inertia of the legal process. I have suffered much loss and more is to come. The idiots next door are murder conspirators and are in a very active mode on behalf of the monster my father married. I suppose she’s becoming increasingly eager to achieve my death. She doesn’t want the case to get to court, and the federal judge is helping her by granting far more continuance than the Man of Steal needs. The FBI has worked very hard for me. They’ve done everything possible to help resolve it, and I’m extremely grateful.

It's not over: The Magic Document

It’s not really over, that is, until I say it’s over. At this point, the lawyers have had the civil case 16 months. Their petition was filed in January 2014. The pretrial conference was scheduled in August for December 3. No one showed and the judge dismissed the lawsuit.

At the end of January, the judge granted my lawyer’s petition to vacate the dismissal and the pretrial conference was rescheduled for March 4, 2015. I was told the judge cancelled the pretrial conference because of an approaching snowstorm. As of today, no note about it appears on oscn.net.

Having asked the lawyer three times to reschedule it, and having been promised he would and he didn’t, I called the judge’s clerk to ask if I could do it. She said no. “What do I do now?” I asked. “Get legal counsel,” she said. It’s hilarious! I spent all day every day last week working on that problem.

So far, other lawyers don’t want anything to do with this unsightly mess. I don’t blame them. They asked why my law firm has been inactive. I told them they have their reasons but haven’t seen fit to share them with me, although I’ve asked. Months and years click away with no action, grinding and eating me.

Looting a trust account violates criminal laws, to be precise, although it took many months and intervention by the state of Oklahoma to convince law enforcement of it, beginning in August 2013. The FBI is in the eighteenth month of their investigation. In this time I consumed mysteriously contaminated food and water in my home many times, wondering if it would kill me. They have nothing to say.

Therefore, with regard to the legal process, it’s over. I’d still like to see some good come out of it for someone else, at least, if not for me. What’s the real problem? I’m in no mystical inner circle, so I can’t know about the real problem. I’m left to theorize. Now we’re getting somewhere.

In the no mutuality, magic trust agreement document, hereinafter referred to as The Magic Document, my father and stepmother’s schlock lawyer made the surprising statement the trustee is not bound by “rules of law or statutes.” This was interpreted to mean it is perfectly legal to steal the money and kill me, and this lawyer has provided support for how to go about doing these things.

Something far bigger has happened. The Constitution has what is called the equal protection clause that states rules of law and statutes apply equally to all people, and all people are entitled to protection from the violation of rules of law and statutes.

The Magic Document declares the trustee doesn’t have to observe or obey rules of law or statutes. This means all law and statutes are rendered moot and inert for all people who fall under the Constitution’s authority. Isn’t that amazing? I begged them not to do it, but they did. Now, anyone can do anything at all and police, judges, prosecutors, corrections officers, legislators, law books, courts, jails and prisons are simply not needed. Otherwise, it would be called the selective protection clause, not the equal protection clause. The (perfectly legal) Magic Document has ascended to a world-class declaration of liberty to do whatever occurs to anyone’s imagination with impunity and without the burden of the possibility of reprisal. It’s a marvel of inclusion and a splendid example of a new model replacing the outdated old model.

Now I see why recovery can’t happen and I need funeral prearrangement. Or, you or I or anyone can sweep the landscape clean of every single thing and person, and it’s as perfect as perfect can be. We can no longer be in denial about this inevitable outcome. This is your life now.

It's over

The pretrial conference for the civil lawsuit was scheduled for December 3, 2014, a year after the man of steal was unseated. No one appeared, and the judge dismissed the lawsuit.

Ordinarily, within four to nine months after a loss to an investment or other similar account is discovered, the deadbeat finds himself/herself before a judge. In this case, the money has been gone two years. The jackass who took it faces no charges, and the civil case against him was dismissed for my lawyers’ misconduct, a wonderful Christmas gift.

You can be certain unlimited stealing and killing are legal in Oklahoma. What works and what doesn’t work? Nothing works.

I'm nearly history

This year’s thirteenth encounter with a contaminated consumable happened Saturday, November 22, 2014, four and a half months after the previous poisoning July 9. The violent vomiting nearly gave me a hernia.

Its disruption defies description. The contaminant came from the bottled drinking water in the refrigerator. The note saying I report these events in writing to law enforcement is still on the refrigerator. As before, one can’t avoid seeing the warning, and whoever performs the errand does not care.

I consumed very little of it, and have a real unsteady stomach three days later. There has been no food preparation here since March, almost nine months. That’s an onerous burden. I’m experiencing a few odd physiological problems that may be related to the poisoning and am about to break down and see a doctor.

With regard to trusts, Oklahoma is not a state, but a contingent, provincial territory. The presence of the trust means no rules or laws apply. You can steal the money, kill the victim’s pets, burn the victim’s house and kill the victim. It’s all completely legal, and you cannot face civil or criminal liability. I’m nearly history. That’s what trust means.

Pigs and poison

This is the vehicle of one of two or three slaughter hogs of my next-door neighbor’s animal dump team. I’ve seen this vehicle at her house over the last three years during the exchanging and dumping of cats and dogs.

It always has these same eerie, covered and bound containers in the bed. That would seem to make this deluxe vehicle oddly unusable, and who would do it? The grim reaper of the animal dump team is who. It’s too spooky.

Figure out who the driver is and with whom he consorts and you will find at least a small rats’ nest of dirty, law-breaking serial killers. I say that because I know this man has participated in a program involving the exchange of dozens of animals, many of which perished. City ordinances hobble our animal control officers, and the team’s method is highly polished and perfected to bring about the desired result and elude detection by police. Nonetheless, this practice violates state and federal laws.

The picture was taken Friday, September 5, 2014. He picked up something at my neighbor’s house. I assume it was her three cats, because since then I haven’t seen her outside with them, something that had been a daily routine. What pigs!

Dumping animals, killing my cat Fuzzy and hazing me is one of the cow patty flowers in the manure bouquet that is my father’s wife’s gift of respect and affection, as is the Man of Steal’s taking the money in the trust.

Another of the bouquet’s doo-doo daffodils is the poisoning of the food and water in my home. Apparently, putting the note on my refrigerator caused second thoughts and a poisoning sabbatical. I haven’t encountered contaminated food or water for more than two months. I feel great and my body works like it should.

I haven’t washed the vomit-splattered bathroom rug since the first of the year to remind me of an especially violent, explosive puking. I’d had this throwing up eight or 12 times in the previous year to a lesser extent. The New Year’s event marked a turning point, and this has happened a dozen times since the beginning of 2014.

I learned to eat just one bite and drink only one swallow of any food or liquid not in a sealed container, then wait. It was always the same contaminant and the same experience. In five minutes, my stomach would begin to tighten and ache. After 10 or 15 minutes, it was clear something was wrong. After 30 minutes, I began to belch a taste and aroma like the odorant in natural gas, that bright, strong taste of rotten eggs. After one hour, I couldn’t stop throwing up everything in my digestive tract in the first convulsion. I would begin sweating, and end up sweating what seemed a gallon of water as I dry-heaved gastric fluid. During that phase, I would start to blur out and wonder if I was going to survive it. Then, I would usually collapse and sleep for two or three hours, hoping I’d wake up soon.

The event was never accompanied with diarrhea, although the last time I did emit one small but sulfuric fart, something very different. The extreme power and specificity of the contaminant’s action along with my inability to explain how the contaminated food or water became tainted gave it away as deliberate poisoning with something exotic. Before I learned to take just one bite or swallow, I might dry-heave for many days when not passed out from it. As I recovered, I was disoriented and furious for a couple days.

Don’t believe what you see on TV, that people who steal and kill meet the law. Certainly the Man of Steal is pleased so much has gone into the attempt to kill me, and he must be disappointed so many attempts haven’t succeeded. He shouldn’t be. Every prosecutor in Oklahoma County knows about this. In my case, taking $190,127.50 and attempted murder aren’t parking level violations.

ANOTHER dump animal

The animal dump family living to the immediate east is in full production mode. Here is the latest flea-infested, unfixed, unvaccinated cat desperate for food and water every day for many weeks. Today I had the unhappy job of taking this kitty to the animal welfare center.

These people are still on my stepmother’s payroll hoping to produce lots of work and expense, not to mention a blood feud that branches into further trouble. This has been going on for years with no sign it will end. Certainly, stepmom assured me that whatever I do, wherever I may move, I will always have this problem in that she’ll see to it.

I used to take these animals to the doctor and put them in first class condition. I can no longer do this as my condition deteriorates. Fostering these animals has proven to encourage more dumping. They have a much better chance for survival at another location than here where my neighbor’s family appears to be patronizing petmemories.com, a home pickup pet cremation service. Where is the love of God?

Updated 9/4/14: The girl next door and her daughter are spending much time on my porch, pounding on the door, shouting threats and attempting to entice the two cats under my care. When I open the door, they quickly retreat. I wish everyone could have these hired weirdoes as their neighbors.

Me

Here I am in all my God-given glory. What a horrible picture. How is this thing alive? My life is a creature feature.

This is a cropped selfie shot by my nephew with a cell phone. I posted this to show you what I look like after I am poisoned. I feel worse than I look like I feel. My skin tone should be more like the young man to my right. The photo was taken June 15, 2014. I was poisoned June 13 and June 11, twice in one week, the only instance of two attacks in a week. It had been two days. I’d just had a good meal. But, I felt like my stomach had been scrubbed out with Sani-Flush and a toilet brush.

I can’t make excuses why this picture is so bad. It doesn’t get better for me. I’m not good looking or photogenic. I’m almost 61. What stands out is the ash gray skin tone. Until I saw this picture, I was mad but not worried about many attempts to poison me, and figured I was taking it in stride. I’m very careful, and ceased home food preparation in March.

I could get a haircut, wear better clothes, know when the shutter click is coming, open my eyes and smile a little, and it wouldn’t help much. That doesn’t bother me. My complexion is alarming and horrifying, and not something I’d noticed in the mirror.

By the hour and the day I’m becoming increasingly unhappy that stealing this much money and murder aren’t matters for the legal process. My lawyers and the district court have set a pretrial date of December 3, 341 days after issuance of our demand letter. The only teeth in my collection effort are the ones in my ass.

This is what I get for thinking pursuing legal remedies was doing the right thing—robbed and killed. Ugly as I am, who is more deserving? Right, I’m not dead. After so many tries I must know the decision has been made, and it’s just a matter of time. The list of suspects is short because, as I told you, whoever does this errand knows I report it to the FBI. They are not worried. I should have followed my first impulse and dealt with this trouble alone.

My stupid refrigerator note

Revised 8/14/14: Previously the dates were wrong. I realized my mistake, fixed it and made a few other changes.

I stuck this note on my refrigerator June 16, 2014 after drinking contaminated water from bottles that had previously held purified water June 11 and the evening of June 13, immediately after the locks were rekeyed.

I asked FBI if they wanted a copy of this horrible note, and they said no. They don’t want truck with the idea someone might rub me out to keep the trust’s looting quiet, even though that scenario isn’t exotic. I don’t blame them. See to what I have sunk. This is all I can do for myself. The twelfth incident of drinking water contamination happened July 9. The killer couldn’t have avoided seeing my note, and doesn’t fear a criminal charge of attempted murder. That’s a clue. So far, this year’s thirteenth occurrence hasn’t happened, although it is due.

I didn’t believe the narrative that the trust’s money would vanish and I’d be killed the first two years after my father died. Steal the money? Kill me? I don’t think so. But, the money is gone, I’ve been poisoned a dozen times in my own home since the first of the year, with many instances of it before that I’d previously not associated with attempted murder, so I have to know the executor, the first trustee, her helpers, The Man of Steal and all the rest were absolutely serious about both. There have been many, many people helping them with this unbelievably complex, well-organized effort.

Considering it’s for a lousy $190,000.00, it isn’t credible. I conservatively estimate my stepmother has gone out of pocket millions of dollars to make happen this outstanding example of misfortune. It doesn’t make sense to me, and no one believes it.

I posted the picture above on imgur.com June 18 to see the reaction of their audience. I was called a “fantasist in a manic state,” a “crybaby” and “paranoid schizophrenic.” I was told to “reconsider you’re (sic) self-presentation.” I considered and rejected that. Private messages told me to see a doctor. I told them my complaints have merit. I’m dissatisfied with the trust and its performance, and I don’t have to hide it.

In fairness, a couple people told me they were sorry not everyone understood what my admittedly strange note means. I think of myself as more of a damned squealer than those other tags.

Previously my father and stepmother destroyed the relationships with my very few remaining (three or four) friends. Before I said stepmom seems to have consigned a community defamation program to a counterterrorism organization. The very one I had in mind was the subject of this article that appeared today in the city newspaper. I was told the Institute’s owner purchased one of the spacious country homes east of Lazy E Arena built by my stepmother’s kids as an investment she made in their dabbling as developers.

I was also told this investment went belly-up. If she thought I needed public character assassination, she might contract with this guy. Certainly my father thought he was brilliant, as he’d been paid boatloads of money by the federal government. Why would she do it? She’d do it to make me vanish, to enable her to drop bigger bombs and to disable my currying sympathy. Friends of more than 40 years have told me I belong in jail and a straitjacket in the last couple years, and they don’t say why. I know something happened.

I thought his business model was idiotic, and I suppose fedgov agrees because his work has been defunded. If all that is so, this jackass is another murder conspirator. Like all the rest, he knows the whole story. The neighbors who have dumped at my front door 60-80 animals they carefully starved and tortured are possible “counterterrorism institute” contractors, as is whoever is poisoning the food and water in the house. In current periodical literature I read that “counterterrorism institutes” are protected from criminal charges when they “inadvertently, unintentionally or accidentally” violate laws by the Department of State. It’s not intended to be carte blanche for breaking the law. That would explain why these people operate in such an open, notorious and brazen manner without concern about possible consequences.

For fun, I want to say something else to law enforcement. This article in The Oklahoman is the typical, Gaylord paper butcher shop. Of course the police need what these guys were selling every minute of every day, so they got an officer to say that. Then the organization’s owner sings the bleeding-heart blues about 168 people who tragically died when the Murrah building was destroyed. He shows how clever he is by setting up his kiosk to capitalize, lest all that glorious death go to waste. What a dick! If only we could have stopped McVeigh and Nichols—except for the small detail that they were not responsible for what happened to the Murrah building (scroll to Part 5 and/or read the whole thing). The truck bomb, McVeigh and Nichols, and the talk of domestic terrorism is all just cover for the fact Murrah took a double shot from Tesla’s fabulous scalar electromagnetic interferometer, a classified technology, and “someone” wants to keep that quiet.

Compared to that, my story is decidedly not exotic. Author Harry Mason theorizes about who fired the shots and why. I have my own theory that is more exotic than Harry’s.

Everything this dick could do to train police to notice terrorism wouldn’t have saved those poor people or anyone else. Your government understands that, and I say bravo and hallelujah. How can this dick, the Man of Steal, the executor or all the rest be proud of what they have done? They should be ashamed. They might do anything to hide their involvement, and they know they should be hanged. They don’t care, nor does anyone else. I wager someone in Washington is unhappy with our local counterterrorism institute’s owner.

Meet the man of steal

July 2014 marks one year since I discovered the facts about the missing money and began attempting a plan of action for recovery.


There can be no recovery for me nor consequences for The Man of Steal, a CPA who was elated to be part of the plan to steal the assets and kill me. I encountered contaminated drinking water in my refrigerator July 9, the twelfth occurrence of unexplainable poisoning in my home since the first of the year.

However, he was defrocked. The accountancy board saw fit to revoke his certificate, and asked him to pay a $25,000 fine plus $7,000 expenses he’ll never pay. It doesn’t recover my lost money and won’t stop his team from continuing to attempt to murder me. He’ll keep going to work and live his life as usual, ad infinitum.

The state accountancy board's order

Let’s review what I learned. (1) You can take all my assets; (2) you can snatch my pets and kill them; (3) you can kill me; and (4) you cannot face civil or criminal liability. You can hurt your business by acting like sewage.

Silly me: I started thinking unlimited stealing and killing simply don’t cross the threshold of matters of interest to important, busy police and prosecutors. It turns out we don’t have those, because there ain’t no lawmen down here to Indian Territory. There are Indian courts, but they don’t help palefaces. They just say, “We smokem peyote buttons in peace pipe.” It gives you a buzz and a headache, but it doesn’t help recover money or stop killers.

Your only hope for that is to saddle your horse Paint, ride to Cheyenne and fetch back the marshal, if he’ll come. In the old west with a jurisdiction covering hundreds of thousands of square miles of unsettled country, he’s stretched very thin.

You need plenty of ammo, because that dusty trail is crawling with sidewinding varmints who’ll grab your saddlebags and plug you.

The regional judge comes through every 20 years or so and hangs some cattle rustlers. I told my fellow pioneers I.T. will never become a state without lawmen. Then we could have steam trains and telegraph wires. They recoiled and told me those are consarn contraptions what goes agin the Lord.

Goodbye, my love

This is my favorite and best cat Fuzzy. The last time I saw him was May 14. The picture was shot at 3:40 a.m. February 5, 2014. It was about eight degrees outside. He was inside for three or four minutes to get a snack. Although there was no sign of life outside, he had to go on patrol to protect his home and me—focused and indestructible.

He was snatched from his home by the anorexic, psychotic girl next door whose family of four and team of helpers previously dumped 50-70 cats and dogs they’d methodically starved and tortured at my front door to create a nuisance while the executor and trustee worked out looting the trust.

The executor, my stepmother, paid them to do it. For the fun of it and for a little money, skin-and-bones lured and enticed Fuzzy for months to win his trust with the idea she’d take him upon command. The gesture sends a message of hate and death from my stepmother to me. Fuzzy’s abduction was accompanied by Skeleton Girl’s dumping two starved kittens. At least one escaped. It was captured by neighbors and given to the shelter. I identified the poor baby as a dump animal. The officer said they would put groceries into it.

After all, how dare I object to being robbed and to numerous attempts to murder me? After all, isn’t the law one billion percent out of my corner? Well, of course. Judging from the cat bandits’ previous stunts, surely dear Fuzzy was badly hurt before he was killed. I told the girl next door I want him back, and she just smiled and said she knew nothing about it. This is my fault. I’ve been too complacent to hatefully and brutally grease the blood-drinking ghouls responsible as anyone else would have, thinking an imaginary legal process might quiet this trouble.

I scooped up Fuzzy and his brother Woozy five weeks after they were born under a house behind mine. They were six inches long and world-class jingle ballers. I kept them indoors almost four months until I could have them fixed and vaccinated, then took them outside. The dogs and cats in the neighborhood came forward to greet them—so sweet and poignant. They trembled. I set them on the ground, one then the other. After a couple minutes, they didn’t want to go indoors and wouldn’t except it’s where I fed them. They lived as feral cats and thrived in this rugged, challenging environment.

From the first few days they could consume pounds of turkey I gladly cooked. At four, the boys could finish half a 16-lb. turkey by themselves in a single evening. Plenty to eat and regular meat entrees made them big, healthy and strong—and happy.

I reassured sad and frightened Fuzzy and Woozy when their mother abandoned them that it’s nature’s way, happens to all of us, that I’d never leave them, would care for them always, and be better than a cat mother. My twin boys turned nine years old this month. There were no disorders on their annual exam reports last month. They are perfect specimens. They are loyal companions who always come when I call them, and don’t roam far. The three of us have been very close; for me, I’ve been no closer to any sentient beings. I’ve tended them to the exclusion of most other things.

The only time Fuzzy went missing was 1½ years ago when my cat-snatching neighbor’s father took him to the shelter to be euthanized. They gave him the first shot because he was screaming at the top of his lungs, scanned him and he was returned. The shelter called my stepmother before calling me, which is odd. I set him on the bed to recover. He peed on the mattress in his sleep, and I didn’t find it for hours. With what I spent to fix and vaccinate three of these monsters’ dump animals and buy a new mattress, the venomous raptors cost me $1,200.00 that month.

I was so glad to have him with me. I’ve loved Fuzzy more than almost any person I’ve known, and I’m 60 years old. The animal dump family stopped unloading starved, frightened cats when I took the last four dump animals to the shelter and told the neighbors I knew they were doing it deliberately, were paid to do it and had a team helping them. So, now they’re back in action: boy, thank goodness.

Combined with my documented poisoning eight or nine times between January 1 and April 30, I wrote that 99% of all people would have snapped long ago having swallowed a tiny fraction of the endless stream of grief flowing from my stepmother to me. I learned long ago not to snap. That’s why I have this trouble today.

The law certainly expects me to lie still, to be robbed and, if necessary, to be killed. To do what it takes to preserve my life is to make a date with Old Sparky. A lady told me to pray! The Bible says to turn the other cheek. It’s easy to ignore all this and think it doesn’t matter. Certainly to God and the big picture, everything about us doesn’t matter at all. I’ve begged God to speak to me and give me ears to hear Him. He spoke not. Finally, my mother, lost 20 years next month, and great grandmother Elsie, who provided the oil lease royalty I don’t get, spoke and said, “Why haven’t you exterminated these horrible people, stupid? They are going to kill you, too.” Yeah, I know. I’ve had more than enough punishment without that.

Woozy is again sad and frightened. In two days Fuzzy will have been gone two weeks. I know cats go out and may never return. The animal control officer offered to write me a citation for violating our cats-at-large, or “cat leash” ordinance. Woozy is traumatized and gloomy without his brother. Fuzzy wasn’t hit by a car or taken by a wild animal. Blood-drinking killers took him for fun and money. I love him as much as my child.

If someone tells you they want to set up a trust for you, do yourself a favor. Save yourself a lot of time, anguish, theft and from being murdered. Draw your piece and make sure you hit them right between the eyes. Be encouraged. I’m very sad. I will never forget you and will always miss you, Fuzzy. Goodbye, my love.

Ten months have passed

I enter the tenth month of attempting to introduce this trouble to the legal process. If criminal charges were filed against the filthy, murderous certified public accountant who stole my money, I might think a few weeks or months from now it happened quickly. Looking back on how long it’s been since I got the bank statements and how clear is his stealing, I realize the legal process hasn’t failed: it doesn’t exist.

I call him murderous because he is fully aware of the executor’s intention to rub me out, institutionalize or imprison me to remove me from the vicinity. Willingly and happily, he played his part in it. In Oklahoma, stealing from a trust, conspiring to murder and apparently killing the beneficiary have been constructively legalized. The executor and trustee are smart. I am stupid. I deserve to be robbed and killed, so in this case the rules are discarded and it’s perfectly legal.

In the nearly three years since my father’s death, it has become apparent the casual name-calling that proceeded endlessly out of my father’s and brother’s mouths has been replaced by something very proper and formal. In that the executor knows people who operate counterterrorism organizations that contract with the federal government, I would say she turned the defamation effort over to one of them. The product they have delivered in the local community is as good quality as one would see from a government intelligence agency, and indeed it is.

When one speaks of a trust, it has come to mean society relies on the trustee to rob and slaughter the beneficiary. The benefit of talking to lawyers and law enforcement has been that the perpetrators are aware other people know of this trouble, and my disappearance or untimely death could be considered suspicious. For the moment, their elimination plans have been delayed. I needed an aggressive collection effort. Since the trustee took all the money, the trust could not buy the usual forensic audit. From what I’ve seen, it wouldn’t have helped anyway, and I’ve been able to deliver exactly nothing.

A month ago I received assurance from the victim specialist that law enforcement would do everything they could to work this case, and they can do much. I was asked for names of additional people to notify, which suggests they expect progress. I hoped we might hear something. Silence followed.

I observed the rules, which is what stupid, impoverished people do. The trustee broke many laws. He is a great genius. He stole much tax-paid money, got away with it, and has no fear of consequences, ever. He can go forward to steal everything in town and kill everyone, and it will be okay. The lack of rules and enforcement infer now that the money is gone I must lie down and be killed, or face the full force of the law that protects those who steal and kill. I didn’t know we have descended into total anarchy. I’ve passed event horizon with these people and their silly ideas.

Nine months in and still nothing

I am nine months into a formal effort to recover a large amount of money snatched from my trust by an errant trustee, an Oklahoma CPA in good standing. I’ve been able to accomplish three things. The civil suit is filed. A criminal investigation is underway. The state accountancy board is investigating.

I have a new, final total of what he withdrew from my trust. Including what he paid himself for this complete lack of good faith, it is $190,127.50. I would sign off on that as the amount to which he helped himself.

I have no hearing date for the civil suit. I have no indication there will be criminal charges, and no indication he will lose his professional certification even temporarily. In short, this guy got away with it clean as a whistle. The bulk of the money has been gone for 14 months. I don’t expect immediate justice despite the fact this case is as clear as a criminal case can be. If I ever see a dime of the money he stole, the shock will probably kill me. That this theft happened and there were attempts to rub me out are no concern to law enforcement’s victim specialist.

The trustee is greatly enriched, with a fine, happy retirement ahead. I will be destitute for the rest of my life. This matter is hopelessly locked. I will keep trying to push it along, but it’s not looking good at all.

What does his theft look like? With account numbers removed, here is my list of check numbers and amounts as of February 26, 2014:

The trustee wrote 19 checks to his business accounts represented as payment for invoices totaling $13,177.50. They are:

From account #0000000000 Titanium Money Market Savings: #1007, $1,000.00; #1009, $450.00; #1017, $1,500.00.

From account #000000000 Signature Checking: #1501, $712.50; #1504, $600.00; #1512, $1,300.00; #1518, $490.00; #1530, $437.50; #1541, $1,162.50; #1551, $200.00; #1560, $450.00; #1577, $250.00; #1624, $625.00; #1626, $1,125.00; #1632, $450.00; #1634, $475.00; #1635, $600.00; #1639, $600.00; #1641, $750.00.

The trustee made a withdrawal October 4, 2012 for $450.00 and October 8, 2012 for $1,500.00 plus 93 checks written to his business and personal accounts lacking description represented as money invested totaling $176,950.00.

From account #0000000000 Titanium Money Market Savings: To a business account: #1008, $3,200.00; #1015, $5,000.00; #1016, $4,000.00; #1018, $1,200.00; #1025, $5,000.00; #1202, $3,500.00.

To his personal account: #1011, $675.00; #1012, $1,525.00; #1013, $75.00; #1014, $5,600.00; #1019, $400.00.

From account #0000000000 Business Money Market: To a business account: #1602, $3,000.00; #1605, $5,000.00.

To his personal account: #1600, $3,000.00; #1601, $1,000.00; #1604, $6,000.00.

From account #000000000 Signature Checking: To a business account: #1534, $1,000.00; #1536, $2,700.00; #1537, $2,000.00; #1540, $1,500.00; #1544, $2,500.00; #1546, $2,000.00; #1547, $1,000.00; #1548, $500.00; #1553, $3,000.00; #1554, $2,500.00; #1557, $2,000.00; #1562, $2,000.00; #1566, $2,000.00; #1568, $1,500.00; #1571, $1,800.00; #1572, $2,000.00; #1576, $2,500.00; #1578, $3,000.00; #1594, $500.00; #1596, $5,000.00; #1597, $300.00; #1598, $700.00; #1599, $500.00; #1608, $75.00; #1610, $900.00; $1611, $100.00; #1636, $1,000.00.

To his personal account: #1520, $1,600.00; #1522, $1,200.00; #1523, $3,000.00; #1526, $1,000.00; #1527, $1,550.00; #1528, $2,000.00; #1529, $1,200.00; #1531, $1,300.00; #1533, $2,500.00; #1535, $3,000.00; #1538, $1,000.00; #1542, $2,000.00; #1545, $2,000.00; $1549, $500.00; #1552, $3,700.00; #1555, $2,000.00; #1556, $2,200.00; #1558, $1,500.00; $450.00 withdrawal; $1,500.00 withdrawal; #1561, $1,500.00; #1563, $2,600.00; #1564, $3,360.00; #1565, $1,400.00; #1567, $1,000.00; #1569, $2,000.00; #1570, $900.00; #1573, $800.00; #1574, $1,600.00; #1579, $4,500.00; #1580, $1,500.00; #1581, $7,500.00; #1582, $2,200.00; #1583, $2,000.00; #1584, $1,500.00; #1585, $1,400.00; #1586, $1,100.00; #1587, $1,000.00; #1589, $200.00; #1590, $200.00; #1591, $1,200.00; #1593, $1,100.00; #1595, $2,700.00; #1600, $1,550.00; #1602, $1,200; #1603, $600.00; #1604, $200.00; #1605, $200.00; #1609, $540.00; #1612, $400.00; #1613, $250.00.

The total the trustee withdrew from the bank accounts from December 2011 to December 2, 2013 is $190,127.50. Don’t you wish you had that money? I sure do, but the former trustee doesn’t because he actually has it. The law’s inertia is the fundamental enabler of this mischief. You are on your own, and it’s every man for himself.