Here is a mystery still not yet fully answered. In 1998 when college was done finally, we were fitness gurus. I had the best body on the beach and would walk on the beach and inadvertently or not; moms and daughters would come out to just say hi and wink. Why do they always parade a Filipino peasant in the opposite direction and then see if you will chase her; then you ignore it and they attack and begin to make you feel inadequate you do not want to walk down the beach again? They do this all the time and that was when the fat army of whales would party with us and ended up stepping on our beer bottles and busting their ass. It is some respect seeking or some scam to seek respect.
Here is another mystery; was Katherine Moynihan being used as a chaser and princess for Chelsea or some other powerful union-labor leader who cannot be overruled as partners? All of them are Irish and Catholics. Also, Bush has to finish this up like LBJ because Clinton is impeached. Then we find out it is not to introduce or be friends; it is to push some obese and fat red head cow. What do you say to these people when they are predators and do this every single time you go into public? Were they recruiting for a secret domestic communist spy ring, left wing radical terror plot, and were looking for the source of this conspiracy to bomb and attack nuclear? Look at the USS Cole and Pentagon.
Are we mean or are they? Who is asking for respect? Why do we have so many medical problems? Almost given up hope? Break the silence and the game? It is just a game? Her father is a Senator or Navy officer and she is totally Irish; they want to be the voice of the poor and be ours? Does this mean we will or must be poor or they want something? Read the story about the Moynihan and the Clinton families. Why all these problems with labor, the Irish, the poor, the Catholics, and communism? Is this birth control or is this some game and mating game Rush and Sean is also playing with us? Who is head screwing who or why? If there is any evidence of a pending nuclear or terror plot; we will hold those implicated responsible.
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The story of Katherine Moynihan and when the problems began when I was only 16; starts with my first job at a bipartisan, nonunion, legal defense fund to combat union violence and what appears to be work site related attacks on striking workers. Having worked at restaurants washing dishes and odd jobs; a desk and office job was a new twist. I had a brand new 1986 Honda Interceptor motorcycle and drove it to work every weekend. I began to learn about unions and violence-strike related violence. I talked to people around the US and business owners and heard their stories. I was very good friends with the boss and the management.
When I was 17, I had a serious relationship because my circle of friends got raided and invaded by an Episcopal minister’s son from Korea and a union labor lawyer in DC’s son; Ukwang and Chris. It seemed as though discontent was always sensed when with my life long friends as they adopted the likes and the favors of the new friends; so I began to date and learn about love. She wore a cocktail dress all the time and they cost in excess of 300 dollars; a very rich girl who drove a sports car and a Cadillac. Her dad was an executive at a company. It started off as a wonderful relationship.
So she wanted to work with me and I said sure. They hated her and openly told me they did not like her and I blew it off. Ann was in college at the time and was going through the same experience; I told her about my first girlfriend and fiancé all the time. They look identical and dress identical with the same gorgeous blond hair. One is a genius and the other a complete idiot and basket case. When things were good, she was a really good girlfriend with a warm heart and good intentions; very respectful and nice. It is hard to just let go of a decent person who had many flaws.
I began to be friends with Ann and did not tell anybody because I had problems, severe relationship problems, and college to plan. I blame Chris, the one with the labor union lawyer father, for getting me fired from the legal defense fund to combat union violence. He told me at the last moment to come to the beach for beach week and I took off and never came into work for two weeks and got fired. It seemed like our new friends in high school, pushed the limits with our group since elementary school and they were all Catholic and lived across town.
We grew up in a more humble and close knit area where pushing the limits were avoided. It seemed like we got caught up with parties, social circles and the insanity of celebrity or some circle of friends. Ann began to know something was wrong and I would never listen to her; she said to stay with my girlfriend and keep out of trouble, so I did. They got in so much trouble and the group grew and grew to wild and crazy hooligans. It got insane. I feel this group took our group down and turned us into losers and lazy loafers in life. They screwed up our life and they were bottom feeders and screwed up themselves. Some always wanted to ride my motorcycle and it upset me as they called me stingy.
Our group liked to hang out, play the drums and guitar, drink a few beers and smoke cigarettes, and ride our bikes everywhere; plus we were big athletes and got excellent grades. My buddies are blond hair Greeks from Syracuse, New York. There father was a patent attorney and then had his own firm near the White House. I was part of their family and they remain in my memory as we grew up, cherished. They are also very wealthy but live humble and stress personality and academics; good people from New York who came to DC to live and work and made it big.
The twins and I go back to first grade. I was best friends with them since third grade and literally grew up with them; like brothers. The twins were the only ones I taught to ride my bike and to let ride on the back whenever they wanted. When I first got my sport bike, I went over there and their dad loved it; and he let me give them a ride on the back knowing it was dangerous. I would call them brothers up until our circle was raided and broken up. They screwed up my life or tried to and also screwed them up also. At least Adam got a girlfriend also when I did and broke away as we double dated and did our own thing.
At this time, a girl named Katherine Moynihan began to make appearances when I drove by on my motorcycle. She lived across town and would come out all the time looking stunning; almost like Kathy Ireland. I did not pay any attention but remember how many times she came out when I drove by. I live in zip code 22042 and she lived in 22030; her father was a Navy Captain in the DC Navy Yard and worked in the operations department. I knew nothing about her only the model that came out looking cool and had gorgeous long chestnut brown hair and a sweet face. I did not give it any thought.
My relationship with this girl began to drift and my opinion of her grew worse and worse. She developed a lot of problems, dressed homey and began to get weird perms, and acting like a little girl who was lost. She got bad grades; my friends hated her, and were meek and shy; almost like Princess Diana in looks and personality when I met her; and now a mess. She began to get yeast infections and all kinds of problems which made me really detached and troubled. I began to look elsewhere and flirted with girls while Ann and I talked about what to do. We were only close friends in 1987.
The next year I went off to Virginia Tech without breaking up as Ann and I had discussed. She took it hard and I was going through the motions. So my first semester went well but then disaster struck. I went to class and breezed through my main computer programming courses blowing all others away except one guy; Garret from Danville, Va. Who was the best programmer I had ever seen. We also became friends and he admired my rock star looks, ripped jeans and wheelies even if I was so smart. I look back and kind of see it all as training wheels with Ann beginning in 1987 and then with her by 1989.
My girlfriend began to come to Virginia Tech promising to repair and give effort to our relationship as I gave up on it. Her parents grounded her for sneaking off, lying, and coming there to party with my friends and me on the weekends. Then she asked me to call her every day and she would help pay for it. Then it was coming to Fairfax County because her parents took away her car. It was a disaster and growing to a tornado; also, there was a very sophisticated southern belle in my computer class hitting on me and coming to see me in my dorm. Ann was just a friend then and helped me out in life; also she was in college and soon to graduate. Ann and I go back to our church days as a Presbyterian and with my father’s military officer cadre who worked in the US embassy, FBI, and fought the cold war.
Things crashed my second semester. I gave up on classes. Was in utter depression and confused; there was talk about marriage and kids; I did not like the girl; she wanted this more than I did; I was emotionally stuck and felt addicted for some reason. It was total confusion and chaos while so many gorgeous women were interested and kissing me at parties. The endless fights and conversations racked up a bill; I skipped classes due to depression; my roommate from Richmond dropped out to get married and had similar problems. It would not be long until I suffered the same fate. I was suspended for not attending class at the end of the semester only going to computer science and writing my last program; an operating system.
Life then blew up. She broke up with me, my addiction felt abandoned. I really did not like her and felt strung along; I wanted to end it also but wanted an explanation. She wanted to be friends and gave the cold shoulder and silence; total silence. She then began to hang out with my friends and me at parties. Then began dating one of my friends which got me pissed off because I was dating a girl who was in her 30s at the time and who lived in Maryland. My boss at work also was a gorgeous Persian model, European looking and would give me massages and kiss me. No, no hanky panky but it shows the string of girls from high school onward; this time these women were professional and in their 30s. There was a lot of office romance and flirting and the women were European educated, rich, and had several degrees and spoke several languages.
So this thing with the old ex kept tormenting me when I had moved on. She kept showing up and I was going to night school and talking to Ann more and more. Finally, we got in a massive six month fight and Ann and I began to discuss what was going on. Ann said she is a nice, typical Catholic girl with a sweet heart and nice disposition, but she feels jealousy and how I did not care or loved her; so drive her away and make sure she knows things are over and to not come back or keep this simmering in low heat while having the time of her life and driving me insane and jealous. I was really jealous and felt she would not let me move on; so Ann said to end it on my end. So we had a massive fight and then I ended it as she said and then got with Ann in 1989.
Both of the women I was going out with or had office romance with her Ann’s age; one like a mistress and submissive; the other the cheerleader and model type with drop dead gorgeous looks and would pour affection and be playful all the time. She never was mad and always right there supportive and best friends. So I knew Ann and I was a perfect match; one in the background and one never and always the center of attention; she was the owner of the company, she was the boss, and she did love me and treated me secretly like a boyfriend; and she drove brand new expensive cars. Of the two, Ann was the two and she said to end it with the ex and I did but it was on very bad terms.
So I had experience with a serious relationship and so did Ann, I told her all my secrets and she posed as my best friend; and I was very comfortable with gorgeous professional and submissive arm candy like types who stayed in the background or had their life surrounded by a stronger man. So Ann was always there as support and it educated her for the job and the real romance. We just need a cover story and to figure out what we will disclose. It was more pleasant with these types. Those were the only two 30 year olds; then something odd happened. I went back to full time school after getting with Ann in 1989. This was a long year where I only spent time with Ann and talking to her all the time and we basically became life partners then. We spent every minute of the day and nearly all of life together; all of life. Ann started as a best friend and ended up beating every girl by just being there through life. We did not expect what was to come in 1998 and after.
In 1989, it was much deeper than a serious relationship and Ann graduated from college then. I went back to college full time and ran into Katherine Moynihan oddly again; this time in my police science courses. There were no Moynihan’s in Virginia; it made sense when I looked up her father, a Navy Captain at the DC Navy Yard under Admiral Kelso and in Operations. They have top secret clearance and not a threat, whew! She was smoking hot up close, an athlete and always quiet, very quiet. First impressions are she is a goody girl and Miss Perfect. The silence said it all and so did the mystery.
I could never figure it out. Katherine would always sit behind me and flirt by kicking my feet. I did not know it was her or the same girl. I did not know what she wanted or if she was trying to talk to me; she never said much and things were hints and allegations; some chase. Ann was aware of this and told me to avoid her; ask if she was interested in just being friends or dating. They could be rich and powerful with the looks and the brains she had as top student in the class. Even the teacher was intimidated.
However, when 1990 came and the Persian Gulf War began; I dropped out and entered clandestine services; Ann was my partner and was suspicious of the arrival of Katherine and I will stop the story with my first war in 1990 and then my entry into the US Army at the time. I learned the ropes in 1990 mentoring with a US Army General where I was taught how to draft battle plans and was given full command. I had never led men into combat and at age 20 it was scary; so I overcompensated and put in all my tricks and deceptions.
I had no contact with Katherine during this time; nobody; no access was allowed; only my work and Ann; who was always there every minute and step in life. Why she showed up in 1987 and then again in 1989 and 1990 was unknown. I did hate the Democrats then and I did not like the Irish or the unions since age 16 years old when I began this legal study of union violence and the legality or dynamics of union terrorism. Why this time is unknown but it does not fit my life story; I never saw Katherine again and she went to Villanova University while I joined the Army and disappeared in 1990. I did get Katherine’s phone number and spoke to her a few times and even came to her house once. She was just a very suspicious character and acted weird. Katherine was not a valuable source of information, nor did I know what she wanted. She had a nasty and very mean side; an explosion of aggressiveness.
After the Persian Gulf War, Ann and I had decided to go for advanced schooling. I was able to request a specific MOS and I also knew what I needed and requested it. It was allowed and sanctioned so Satellite Technical skills became my extension after computer science. Based on my assignment, I had a blueprint of the new cold war and satellite warfare already and it was getting clearer, more concise, and more highly technical. One of my assignments was to determine if this ended or has an end point. To find this answer, I have to scour every book ever written and did. Ann was my genius assistant and recorded my knowledge in case I was disabled or taken out. My commandos are not scholars but do what they are best at. She is nearly a backup and assistant; we have no idea what is coming, none. We know we are facing a hostile political climate and things were really bad. I told Ann, “we are going to get ripped apart and I know it… they hate this and I never hear a word.”
Now I do not like to accuse people and I myself do not understand why these girls keep entering my life at odd times; however, the odd piece of the puzzle is this recruitment and some intriguing people who have entered my life on several occasions. After working for a legal defense fund and raising money across the United States, I ran into a girl with the last name of Moynihan and then was tangled up with what appears to be the Clintons. I just did not know at the time. Then once they were impeached, my life was shut down. Katherine Moynihan appeared in my life when I was 17 in high school and lived three school districts away. Then showed up in my night classes tapping feet with me but refused to talk to me.
It drove me crazy. So I went to her high school to find out more information and talk to people I knew from that school. All I knew is she was drop dead gorgeous, had straight A’s, had four sisters, and looked adorable and had some silent anger. She looked superior and her entire family scholars and goofy. She came across as goofy and clumsy also. Now she did not wear jeans but dressed to impress and show her body and tightness of posterior, thigh, and calf; even suggestive shirts and the contents underneath. It was a very odd mixture of messages and some sort of pursuit but how it arose or why was not known; a cupid or mating call or some set up? The act of some predator? Something a spy ring or terror group would do? Why implant all of that and turn around and have her sister say “she is with her boyfriend right now; can I leave a message for her?” Who me?
It said in her yearbook she had “skeletons in her closet” and someone said she dated a football player. When I finally went to her house after talking to her on the phone for a few minutes several time to introduce and have a face to face; her sister said she was with a boyfriend. I basically blew it off and was with Ann and then went into the Army. I had also found out her father was a Navy Captain who worked in the Operations Center under Admiral Kelso during the Reagan and Clinton years. She boasted about being Irish over the phone and emphasized this but did not inform me I had met her when I was 17 or what she was doing in my college police courses in 1989.
Years go by and I return from the Army. Ann had been in Kansas for an intern and moved to DC in 1993 also. I finished up an associates in science degree from 1993-1995 and then finished up a liberal arts degree from 1995-1998. It has been ten full years of school and a lot of independent research and material. This is not a course on founding military programs or the new cold war. Things were not quiet from 1993 to 1998; it was in my home and the renters; I had to move out after threats from the police. My father gave me the rent money and they said I was harassing and would not leave them alone. They would wreak havoc and wreck the house. I was going insane. There were renters who were mentally ill, did not work and was dirty and dumb, they were on welfare and sat at home all the time; everything we are against. Who is so nice to these immigrants and welfare? They are also hostile and it is some game.
The next thing I know, Ann is in a fierce fight with Clinton and they get the seat occupied by Sen. Patrick Moynihan of New York. Then the Navy Ship Cole is attacked and I am thinking, why is a ship with the same name as my nephew being blown up, silkworm missiles before, and a huge fight between Ann, the Clintons and Sean which sounds like Katherine trying to steal me from Ann but I could not verify or get any information and evidence of such because she was silent and would keep flirting but never deliver or put out any definitive information.
If this was scaring them off or some clandestine cupid chase to marry us to labor and union leaders who cannot be overruled; we did not know. If all this is the case, then this traces back to when I was 16 and began working with a legal defense fund fighting the unions and the Irish. It explains me being run off the road on my motorcycle at age 17, 18 and the many brushes with death. It also explains why my life was shut down in 1998 after college and a massive recruitment followed by fierce combat with communists and terrorist sleepers very high up in government.
I was moving around all the time and was evicted on a six month basis from Maggie the Irish lady who rented the basement to barefoot and dirty Irishmen in their 40s while I was in college. The place was a pig sty and had the stench of humidity. Then there was the Hungarian lady in Springfield, Va. with the strong Mass. Accent and from Massachusetts. I had to find a place and fast because I was evicted every six months. When I was finally tired of poor people, I sought out some arrangement in some other neighborhood which could avoid all of these problems. Now it is a Jewish stock trader who needs someone to work in his yard and pull up weeds for rent. He said one thing and did another such as “work for rent” but meant “work deducted from rent at… rate of…“ and ended up garnishing my wages and evicting me from Fairfax Station.
I was convinced Jews were criminals and vicious in tactics afterwards; never again in some million dollar mansion; I am in college still. Then it was Troy from Wisconsin and who was a Navy Captain and in the Reserves; a playboy and Ralph Lauren type with the same looks as Valerie Plane. There were hot tub parties and people who smashed in the side of my brand new car. Then they said they did not do it. Then he tells me to park on the street and the police ticket me for over 100 dollars and it is endless. If control is a good word, then that was what was going on and the police would finish the job. Each change is always some eviction or some massive ticket and demand of money.
From there I tried my own apartment before living with Cassandra Floyd in Falls Church who looks like Ann. Good god, that was even worse than before. Cassandra looks like a model that got fat really fast. So she wore dresses to cover this up. All the sudden she did bong hits daily; wanted to have sex with me; slept with girls – mostly Latina college girls, and asked me to take her to dinner and to give her attention. Cassandra was superior and if you moved in on her man; you were gone and not back again.
My life got turned upside down; my marriage broken, I am forced to declare bankruptcy, now I am freaking out; quiet and looking for Ann but she is really upset and angry. Then she got her car broken in; I lost my job again and was trading tech stocks; and she takes my computer so I decide to not pay the final month of rent; fair trade. It is total insanity and even if I go outside. It is total insanity at work where I am working customer service in the cellular industry as some customer service being yelled at daily for $22,000 and surrounded by ghouls, obese women, and black people who drove to Reston, Va. Daily from DC.
Cassandra wants a serious relationship and telling me her secrets. I am not interested and trying to locate Ann. I am near bankrupt and stressed because of another eviction coming. This is when I met a “rich” mulatto from Chicago who approached me and asked if I knew of any dance clubs and bars. Then he said he did; which I ended up paying $40 to get as a “VIP” to meet only one white girl who was there to meet a football player and how several were coming later. This was insanity and he told me his parents were white and a little about Chicago. Asked if I knew people in DC and who; where they hang out. To take me to bars and some places.
What hope and what expectations? These people are totally nuts. After this I am confused, terrified, and worried; nothing is right and I have to declare bankruptcy. My car is vandalized, I have damage on the hood from hail, and the lease is up; I had bought office dress and a few coats and ties, several shoes, and had 5,000 on my credit card. My life has just been shut down and each turn in life is some horrific experience. I am not even aware of anything and Ann is on the other end planning but is upset also. Love is not in the air; total disaster is and Ann did not make it big yet; she is working some entry level job and was hoping I would find a position so we can marry and meet up. They screwed it all up.
I could only work at 2am to 8am unless a massive attack was imminent. I was delivering the New York Times and IBD for $145 a week, not bad to pay the gas and bill on my truck. Then the Fairfax County Police shut me down. I decided to wait it out, go fishing and to just let two years pass. I began to seek legal action to end this; finally spoke to a lawyer about slander in 1999. It did not get that bad yet and was only slander and rewriting my life as a bum or some down and out college idiot. Ann did not have the money to take a chance because it would be both her and I in the radar sights. What if we had a kid and family? We always began the same and went through life the same. I decided to make Ann go to the beach in 1999 secretly and drove down there immediately and secretly.
When I got there it was not her; it was some stranger who was pissed off about the police ticketing her for stupid stuff and going to court and hiring a lawyer. She said, she was not in the mood and was really upset and going crazy but I could spend the night and drive back home. Then we got in an argument and she kicked me out and told me to leave. I talked to Ann again and she said “huh, that was not me.” We spoke clandestinely and were sneaking around at this time; she was in DC and we needed a break.
All hell broke loose in 1998. I stayed inside; never went out. I was doing evasive maneuvers to determine what the hell and who this was; mostly blacks and some protection or entourage. I worked only at nights. Things were happening in DC which was strange. It looks surreal and like spies but they were not playing games.
They were settling the score and getting even, what they said, “have you ever seen all of your attacks and criticisms reversed.” They also assign males to kidnap or keep Ann under their control while they always assign females to do the same with me; to escape the rape issue and say it is love or some one sided romance cover story. I could never figure out why the Cole was bombed or what the Navy had to do with this and combat with the Army; are they rivals or are they sleepers, moles, and terrorists?
So I decided to move to the beach in 2000 after this and stay there for her. I got a job with Federal Express, special services, and traveled around the USA. A recruiter in the Fingers Lake area got me the position, training, licenses, and also the truck and financing; just get out of there and go. I got financing and the truck from New Jersey outside New York City in 2000. It all stopped. All the sudden, nobody was chasing me; I was free and having fun making 3000 dollars a trip each week. I claimed food, gas, and all expenses while on the road; thus paid no taxes.
This was freedom and I had plans to move to the beach; I was happy again and no more attacks. No more evictions and the renters all moved out. Only my dad and I lived at home and he said nobody would rent. Only his Sergeant was allowed to come and go as his close friend. I was only home on the weekends; sometimes I stayed up in Canada for weeks. Then one day my father woke me up and 911 was happening; then I drove there and decided to not stop and head to Connecticut for a pickup and talk to my internet friend from Ann Coulter’s town that was to meet me at the secret beach she had been to as a child. So I got a hotel room at Red Roof Inn on 95 right outside New Canaan, CT and that beach.
Did Katherine Moynihan ever cross my mind then? Nope, not once. Was I snooping on her or trying to collect information? Nope, not any longer. Was some coup pulled on me and I was kicked out of the state for making Virginia now a “Right to Work State”; maybe. Nobody would hire me during the high technology boom and I decided to go on my own to make this hell stop but once again was shut down by the police and federal arrest. That arrest was in 2002 when I finally got tired of this and contacted the FBI and Pentagon to send reinforcements; there was some attack and some crazy spy ring or radical attack on DC and they were doing home invasions now.
They came down to the beach and that was to be where Ann and I were to fall in love and start a family as she drove to DC from Maryland. Oddly, Dick Cheney bought a house in Saint Michael; down the street from Lorcom Industry and the people who developed the original UAW models (not UAW union). I went to the company party and got hit on by the secretaries and the owner’s two daughters. We are talking about getting hit on endlessly while under massive attack and wondering who was behind this.
After three years in federal prison; what was supposed to be a sacrifice and to say “okay are you happy now; will you stop and leave us alone; you won and we surrendered; can Ann and I get married please?” It took a year and a half to recover from the massive drugs and the coma. Then I moved to New York and headed to Canada. Then Ann found me online and said she got them and had them; then we said our vows and spent the next year fighting off the only access we left open in our life because they would use any means and way to talk to us, make threats, and do insane stuff.
Rush Limbaugh was first to come out of hiding in 2006 and then admit he was behind it in 2008. Then Sean Hannity came out of hiding. Then Laura Ingraham, then the Clintons and Edwards; The ones assigned to us upstairs; the handlers, tried to get close and be close friends like Sean Hannity; it was clearly obvious they were spies and Irish terrorists; completely hostile and wished friendship. I had a second home invasion and second false arrest in 2006 which was the legal “diversion” that was real and to cover up the last ten years. Now we had a real suspect and the State of New York and not the families and people behind this; until a second trap was sprung once they began to admit things.
Now it was too late to deny the last ten years, 911 and the communist and terrorist spy group; we knew it was them but we did not know who was going to show up because we can only read their minds. Only until a physical person shows up and we can catch them on a real level. It is hard to use hearsay or make accusation unless some crime or act; some physical presence or motive. We wanted ten years back and our life; and we had to pay the ultimate price for it. They suspect there is a raid and imminent danger. If they try something crazy; that will be enough to take them down. Go to the trouble makers and watch them; did they catch the King or some student? Catch the King and find out it is a sting and the Terminator and some other military mission which was disrupted. Oh, they are real high up and we are at fault? Let us explain.
Once they admitted to one or two things; we could tell them and show them how we knew and what we knew; but they had to clear this up if combat with them was to stop; we beat them badly on the battlefields and they are crawling not knowing if we were going to finish them off. So they did not volunteer but had to take this risk or face total annulations in a trap with three teams; Ann, me and the military on backup mode. They also felt Ann was annulling them but suspected we were close partners and wished to catch us and know how we beat them so badly and brought them to the brink of total destruction. They had to wave the white flag as Rush said and confess. The evidence on them was also out there so they had to find it and figure out how much was known.
To a degree they were blind. Their objectives of surveillance and this special detainment are total control and denial. No fear while under total control. Nobody is looking and nobody will ever know. Will they show their cards to the Generals and federals; or will they try to deceive the only witnesses? How did we know; will we tell them if they tell us? How did we defeat the number one spy ring and global group as just an army of one? One person did all of that and made them crawl on the ground as they unloaded their entire arsenal and all of their fight? They had to finish the job and find out who else knew or if they would ever show up; they are here now.
I had told them we had it all and to not hide or else we will show them what we know. Also, consider they have to wave the white flag because we had combat with them and reversed it all and did not let them one victory in combat; they were terrified of the US military cracking down and raiding; so they said hey, why not resolve this peacefully while we can. Now they refuse to because we had known much more than they expected. We knew it all but had to get them to walk in one room, shut the door, then ask if this door or that door; then lock that door; until finally we had it all and if they did not walk in; we opened the door and showed the evidence. If we do that they are not on the record. They have to initiate and record it. That is how we got here step by step and using clever prosecution.
Once we had them at the end; we could go backwards to the beginning. Once linking Rush to Sean, to the union upstairs; and then to Clinton, Israel and the unions; we could link the Moynihan and the Clinton family in New York; the FBI on them and who knew they are a communist cell; and then the operation on them which dates back to the 1960s and welfare reform and the Clinton recruitment and defection. A sting or a trap when they walk in can be reversed and the doors opened reversed because it is the only way out. They are looking for a way out of it.
If it is also decrypted, then this is when you tell them the true story and what we knew and when and how they got deeper and deeper and we more angry and silent. We had been flushing them out; when did we start? When did they start? When they came to us, we went to them. When they did this, we did that. When they said this, we said that. The overlap says it all. We already know it is a perfect fit on the Venn diagram.
Was she a scout and information seeking or did we lure them in a major trap they could not resist? Navy officers and Israeli spies with W and from Texas linked to JFK-LBJ and the 1960s? Looking for us around DC and shadowing LBJ’s (Human Lab and Guinea Pigs) Generals and handpicked commandoes who are family friends with Pentagon Generals and Ranger officers? They must have something good and something big; is there any security or surveillance before they try to steal and kill us for a major sleeper and mole group? Keep in mind what they beg and keep saying; “we do not want to die… they know everything… this is a complete disaster.”
So who is Katherine Moynihan and the Moynihan family and why is this beginning? My police science class? Chasing me and us? From there to here they showed; their character, felt they won, was not aware of the surveillance and trap, did not know it was more than one person, and showed all their cards “in case we were interested.” Interested in what, partners? Why is the FBI New York linking to the Pentagon in DC with this family in between? Does anybody know who the real power is and who it is?
Once caught and told, they knew there was no escape and chance out. They think we are high level moles and double agents on the global level and VC; we are not; we are handpicked and the best of the best. You cannot tell until you are shot or when the shooting starts. We knew then they began to murder; this was no training. Two spy hunters began in different places; different crowd; and chase two sources. One is the antagonist and the other protagonist; now they have something and it is getting bigger and stronger; but how are they doing it?
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Alias TV series: Stop Crying Your Heart Out by Oasis (YouTube.com); cheer up Ann, it will be okay… I promise. Video shows who recruited who when in college and also through the years from 1988 to 2006 when the season ended.
