posted on Feb, 27 2012 @ 12:54 AM
reply to post by WeBrooklyn
That may well be how they (meaning the FBI) managed to track me down at a fishing hole with one of their undernourished summer employed kids. This
bearded wonder got out of a dazzling, expensive new pickup and walked up to me out of nowhere and started bragging about how he smoked crack every day
for 5 years at this sweatshop in Missoula. I found the drug story absurd, but nobody comes up to a stranger and tells them that, even drug users
can't be that stupid, so I knew the FBI was acting on a threat to do ultimate harm (including murder) launched some years before that after I called
them on an extortion and embezzlement scheme involving an Indian owned ambulance. When the threats were ignored, they had one of their goons start
cutting battery cables and draining gas, an obvious attempt to punish the community through a deliberage negligent homicide. The Attorney General
ignored my plea for help, so we just let them have the ambulance rather than suffer deaths deliberately allowed to occur without aid. That didn't
work, either, they kept the ambulance down until two children bled to death on the main drag w/o any ambulance, the daughters of the tribal
accountant. Anyway, so that's what led to these deaths, including a lawsuit against my wife that precipitated a mental breakdown. So, I was on to the
bearded wonder at the fishing hole, but how did they know I was there? GPS? Only one other person knew I'd be there, and he was a newbie Christian in
my Bible study. Uh, huhhh... and when he offered me a job, I was kind of expecting that it just might be a sweatshop where they would be coercing kids
into smoking drugs on breaks and also maneuvering me into the same. Yep, that was right, and also right next to the DOJ building, abandoned it would
seem except for a suit behind a picture window next to the so called "research company." My Bible study group was at that time also nearly killed,
rammed by a dual wheeled, heavy, brand new rig hitting over 100mph next to the Snake River, but by a thin margin we were able to pull away from the
water. Our Ford Explorer was totalled, but we were alive. So, I'll let you Einstein's figure this out, but I think that there was a GPS device on my
pickup as well as a word from Mr. Newintown, otherwise, he wouldn't have known where this fishing hole was exactly. So, this is how these guys play
ball, in case you didn't know. Watch your backs, people.