The man in the television says government should ban poor people from using food stamps for candy and soda pop, same as how can't use for tabacco or alcohol. Food stamps linked to obesity and government has duty to keep people healthy? This misinformation may fool the so-called skeptics, aka brainwash victim zombies, but I don't buy it. I wouldn't even buy it with food stamps!



For one thing, and you may have to think here -- it might require you to have brains -- so atheist may find difficult. Where was I? For one thing, government bans purchase of alcohol with food stamps. That means you can't use food stamps to purchase wine. That means poor people will never be healthy, because wine is the key to good health. If wine were so unhealthy, why would Jesus have turned water into wine? Well, why would he?! At the Last Supper, Christ said wine is His blood. What does the government have against drinking the Blood of Christ? I'll tell you what the problem is. The food stamp welfare program is designed to render the population lazy and unhealthy (hand-in-hand with fluoridation), and to prevent partaking of sacraments. I'd go into gay marriage, because the issues are related, but you'd have to be brain damaged to not see this. It is of vital importance that you realize the true motive of the NWO is to defile all sacraments, and that starts with the Blood of Christ.



Food stamps are a form of government-issued currency. This is taxation without representation, an unconstitutional conduit for CIA Black Budget Projects -- seven computers below the Pentagon operated by Zionist Illuminati brain controllers.



Do you realize that just anyone can walk into the local grocery store right now and purchase Newman's Own Salad Dressing with food stamps??? Newman's Own Private Army is more like it! He's training them at a camp in Bolivia, down there in Central or South America, in conspiracy with the Communist Mexican Government. Our tax dollars -- American tax dollars -- lend immoral tacit support to this madman's nefarious plots against God's free people. Do you realize Paul Newman owns a racing team? Who in his right mind would strap himself into a racing car? This is clearly front for purchase of volatile rocket fuel. He ships the fuel down to Bolivia where it is used in manufacture of high explosive.



Take a look here. Look at this and think, people!

Sundance: What's your idea this time?

Butch: Bolivia.

- What's Bolivia?

- Bolivia. That's a country, stupid! In Central or South America, one or the other.

- Why don't we just go to Mexico instead?

- 'Cause all they got in Mexico is sweat and there's too much of that here. Look, if we'd been in business during the California Gold Rush, where would we have gone? California - right?

- Right.

- So when I say Bolivia, you just think California. You wouldn't believe what they're finding in the ground down there. They're just fallin' into it. Silver mines, gold mines, tin mines, payrolls so heavy we'd strain ourselves stealin' 'em.

(chuckling) You just keep thinkin', Butch. That's what you're good at.

- Boy, I got vision, and the rest of the world wears bifocals.

Paul Newman sure loves Bolivia, doesn't he? Funny he so hates America. He is a dangerous man. Even more dangerous than Sidney Sheldon.



More troubling is canola oil in Newman's Own salad dressing. Canola oil was first pumped from a well in Canola, Mexico, 1915. The Communist Mexican government imported it to undermine corn and peanut oil industries, backbones of the American economy. I won't get into soybean oil. The Jiffy Peanut Butter I fed my ex-wife's son Kevin contained partially-hydrogenated soybean oil. They pump the peanut oil out and replace it with soybean oil. George Washington Carver is rolling in his grave!



We have here a conspiracy of extraordinary magnitude, running from grocery store aisles to highest levels of government, going back to 1915 and involving Butch Cassidy. Remember what I told you people about spook fascination with cowboys and western memorabilia. This is only the latest example. I have a metal briefcase full of documented evidence and if the NWO doesn't have me killed, or drive me crazy with their damned microwave mind control surveillance, I'll blow the lid off!

My publisher, Jesus Loves Books, has sent me this cover proof for my approval. In my humble opinion it is fantastic. This is the book that will assure my place in literary history. Korean Spicy is the true story of my 1976 adventures in Korea where I met my lovely Suu Ni (who was 14-years old at the time) and became involved in an International Conspiracy involving the CIA, North Korean Intelligence, and the gays. Readers may recall my short story "Escape from the She-Devil of San Francisco" which was an excerpt from chapter one. The Illuminati has tried to keep me silent for years, but I'm blowing the lid off. This book is going to win the Noble Prize.

Investigation of ISM Virus going well. Have found damning evidence in Playboy Magazine (big surprise there) and Boy's Life. So-called gentlemen's magazines are the source for evidence of the Anti-Male, Anti-American Conspiracy (AMAAC). Have placed new file cabinet on layaway at K-Mart.



Meanwhile, Cecilia is grounded from the television. I caught her watching Laverne & Shirley, the most heinous and despicable NWO propaganda since I Dream of Jeannie (that impostor Sidney Sheldon was involved at the highest levels, having written such episodes as "My Double-Crossing Master" and "The Greatest Con Artist In the World").



I don't know if you skeptics realize this -- it's so obvious no brainwash victim would -- so I'll just lay it out for you.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Sclemeel, schlemazel, hasenfeffer incorporated.

We're gonna do it!



Give us any chance, we'll take it.

Give us any rule, we'll break it.

We're gonna make our dreams come true.

Doin' it our way.



Nothin's gonna turn us back now,

Straight ahead and on the track now.

We're gonna make our dreams come true,

Doin' it our way.



There is nothing we won't try,

Never heard the word impossible.

This time there's no stopping us.

We're gonna do it.



On your mark, get set, and go now,

Got a dream and we just know now,

We're gonna make our dream come true.

And we'll do it our way, yes our way.

Make all our dreams come true,

And do it our way, yes our way,

Make all our dreams come true

For me and you.

There it is in black-and-white: the Ziono-Feminist call to arms. That's no Report from Iron Mountain, mind you. The devils were so bold as to air it at the start of each episode. Even today it chills me to the bone....Who are these sclemeels and schlemazel's? I'll tell you who if your damned skeptic brain can handle it: Lenny and Squiggy, straw men for NWO slander of the male race. My ex-wife constantly referred to me as "Squiggy" and no doubt countless other good Christian men suffered same indignity.



Laverne & Shirley is propaganda for young women to live alone, hate men, and subvert the American patriarchy. That vile program aired incessently during my mental collapse of 1974-1976. It was shortly after the horrid "Laverne & Shirley with the Fonz" broadcast that I fled to Korea and met my lovely Suu Ni, or I might have really lost it. (Thank God I held my half-nelson on sanity.) Then they released a cartoon version of the series in 1982, and now I catch Cecilia watching reruns on cable and it stirred up such emotion I had to spend the whole night drinking holy water, reciting scripture.



There was a brief period of comfort in the 1980s, until Murphy Brown came along. Unless there's a Constitutional Ammendment that allows Bush to stay in office, I fear the only hope for this country will be a Dan Quayle ticket in 2008. Those other politicians are all cowards!

As I've stated before, many times, that she-devil my ex-wife pressured me into allowing Kevin to attend public school, and look what it did to him. I wish I had been there for him between the ages of 10 and 27, because the NWO did a number on him bigtime.



Kevin came back from that hellstorm in the Kuwaiti desert with a head full of nonsense and an insatiable drinking habit. He joined the Marine Corps with the best of intentions -- he wanted to be like his father. What he didn't know was the NWO tested secret vaccines on him -- vaccines that turn the recipient into an alcoholic deadbeat. It's a damn shame what the Illuminati does to our children.



Well, a concerned reader -- I assume he's a reader because he has a deep understanding of Nazism and the monkey conspiracy -- relayed a disturbing message to me on this website's comment board forum. He quoted the scripture Genesis 22:2 (no need to quote here as I'm sure you are all aware of the spiritual significance and content of that scripture), which leads me to believe divine presence guided said reader's reasoning comprehension, although he is clearly a disturbed individual with psychiatric problems. This is very complicated, very difficult to explain to those who lack strong grounding in faith. My friend Sidney Sheldon even had a hard time comprehending this.



It's all clear to me. One must understand that mind control waves come in wavelength patterns, that there are patterns in Playboy Magazine, and that God's True Patriot can comprehend those patterns. That's so obvious even a mule skinner could understand. But what if I told you that those patterns, acting on your brain as you flip through your "gentleman's" magazine, behave exactly as direct electromagnetic microwave brain control waves???



Our satanic mind-controllors are clever. Dangerously clever. They could hide a wavelength hypnosis pattern in the bumps on the highway, and in the minute deviations of what you or I (normal people) assume is just a defective sewing machine; but that sewing machine (Suu Ni bought the damnable contraption at an Episcopalian church sale of all places) is really a secret message transmission device. The patterns are everywhere -- as common as the flu virus.



That is why Kevin behaves so strangely. That is the virus. The very same virus which infects our national airwaves, exposing millions to depraved disease-ridden thought implants. Communism, homosexualism, zionism, feminism, secular humanism, multi-culturalism...in a word terror-ism. The Gulf War veterans were injected with an (we were led to believe) dead ISM virus, an embodiment of the very unholy thought virii that have been infecting our culture since the invention of the television.



Maybe not all of them were so afflicted as my ex-wife's son, but the virus is nonetheless present in their blood and I intend to prove it. I have sent letters to Art Bell, Jeff Rense, U.S. Senate candidate Robert Lorge, and the American Red Cross. I'm going to get to the bottom of this, and there will come a reckoning.

Kevin has pulled one of his "pranks" again. This time he replaced my holy water with vodka, and you can imagine how embarassing it was when that vile liquid burned my throat and I spit a cloud of alcohol-mist in the face of my good friend Sidney Sheldon. Kevin, seeing this, said in a deadpan sarcastic fashion, "What's the matter, Dad, have you turned into a vampire?"



HA HA very funny. I showed him, though. I had some business in Edgerton anyhow, so I took the vodka to Saint Joseph Catholic Church and had the priest there bless it. I returned home at 1800 hours in possession of the world's first 100 proof holy water, which I consumed in full presence of Kevin with some sardines and cream cheese, a dish my mother often prepared for herself and others in the convalescent home, with my friend Sidney Sheldon. The whole while I taunted Kevin, saying, "This holy water sure does pack a kick!" and then Sidney said, "They don't make holy water like they used to!"



This is what medical experts call "reverse psychology." You see, by pretending to enjoy vodka I am discouraging Kevin from ever pulling that stunt again. I tried to explain that to Sunny, but she would hear none of it. She started berating me the moment she came home and found us in that drunken stupor, physically beating me in quick succession. That Korean tongue of hers has never been so furious, nor that tempest of a woman so violent.



Now I admit it was foolish of me, but at the time I was desperate and thought she would forgive me if she only believed the Illuminati had tricked me into doing it. She didn't believe that, though my friend Sidney Sheldon (I feel like I'm repeating myself here, but it is important you realize this was not the famous Sidney Sheldon who instructed Skull & Bones members at Yale and plants hidden messages in Hollywood screenplays -- I'm talking about my friend who has had his work stolen by that heinous fraud for decades)....Now where was I? My friend thought I was really being honest when I said that about the Illuminati, and went into a panic.



Sidney bolted out of his chair, knocking the kitchen table over in the process. His movements were drunkenly clumsy, although he had only consumed half the vodka I had. (Not half the bottle, I mean one-quarter of the bottle -- roughly half as much as I had drunk.)



Well, one thing led to another and we ended up on the floor in a tangled mess of limbs and clothing, Suu Ni beating me with her fists, and Sidney Sheldon crying and wailing about mind control. Kevin laughing like a fool. (I suspect the vodka in my holy water was but a small portion of a larger amount, which Kevin himself drank, but I lack hard evidence).



Then Park Choy came home from work, dropping her purse and screaming in horror at the sight of us.

Received first "review" of God's True Patriot weblog, if you can call it that. Will link to it here, but I warn you there is profanity on that website. It is not suitable for children. The smut-peddler slash critic had this to say on my personal messageboard:

I have not reviewed your site, because based on your request I get the impression that you did not understand what I meant when I said that I did not review content. I review site design exclusively. Therefore, your request that I review your writing will not be honored. There is an explanation on the site if you are interested. Check the archive link and look for "God's True Patriot" to see it if it isn't on the main page.


F***in' Ugly

No design??? This poor sap can't see the clouds! Now, I do admit my "design" skills are limited. I'm just not very good at woman's work. My girl Cecilia recently created her own online diary and even she is better at making things prettier than I am. Cecilia is a talented girl, and I think there's a good chance she may become an even more famous author than I am.


It's just a real shame, a travesty, that the foul hordes of Satan lack good taste in addition to lacking basic moral values. It's all laid out clearly in Deuteronomy 22:5:

The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman's garment: for all that do so are an abomination unto the Lord thy God!

To understand the scriptures properly, one must have a high degree of historical knowledge, which I have. One must know that in ancient times both men and women wore long flowing robes. The key difference between the two was that women's robes were prettier. Therefore, pretty things pertaineth unto women, which is why my website is not pretty.


I explained this to my good friend Sidney Sheldon and things became heated. He said that men should not wear kimonos, and women should not wear pants. He's a good Christian patriot, but sometimes I think my friend has a screw loose. The Lord has no problem with women wearing pants, so long as they don't wear them in the household. The key to understanding this scripture is that it refers to ornamental display which is intended to indicate gender role.


In this way, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy is extremely sinful and men's hotpants are more sinful than kimonos. I was wearing a kimono at the time, and so I can understand the man's confusion, but this smut-peddler critic has no such excuse. He had no way of knowing that I even own a kimono!

Last night was just awful. Just awfully embarrassing, and a real shame for several various reasons. I won't go into all the various reasons, but I will go into just how awful it was.


Let's see here. It started, I suppose, around 2000 hours, in the lobby of the First Presleyterian Church , near the shrine of Priscilla, Our Lady of Christ Elvis. The Presleyterians are good people, good Christian soldiers, and I just want it to be made clear that, though I am an Orthodox Catholic, these days I sure feel like a Protestant. The Church has strayed. The way those priests got caught touching children, that was a real disgrace. It seems to me that Born Again Christians are more in touch with the Lord these days, and definitely more in touch with children, which I can attest to based on the many home schoolers I have met, and the many children who have been a part of my Youth Ministry.


Anyway, where was I? I had my table set up near the shrine of Priscilla, in the church lobby, which in all honesty was in fact an adult videostore. Christ preached to beggars and prostitutes, so I don't see why I shouldn't follow His example. After all, even Elvis often performed in dive bars and low-class neighborhoods, before He became the King. I'm losing my train of thought here.


The important thing to bear in mind is that I am not a racist.


I don't know how many times I have to repeat myself, but here I go again. Some people just don't get it. They have brains made of mush. I do not discriminate based on skin color. I love all colors. I do admit a preference for yellow and red skin, because of my strong spiritual bond with the Korean and Native American peoples, but I have nothing against black skin. It is only those with black hearts that I discriminate! Like the Jews, for example. There's nothing racist about that.


Anyway, I was just discussing George Washington Carver at around 2000 hours yesterday evening, primarily discussing how the government had him killed because they were afraid he would learn too much about the peanut. This is the sad, untold story of Black History. Bob Lazar once spoke about it on the Art Bell radio program. Element 115 is synthesized by placing peanut shells inside a nuclear reactor, and this mysterious element fuels the "flying saucers" stored at Area 51. This is why it's so disturbing that Saddam Hussein was developing a nuclear program in addition to the infamous peanut farming operation and related programs, and that is why President Bush 43 made exactly the right decision in deposing that evil tyrant; but try telling that to Liberals! They've got their heads in the sand! They're completely incapable of reason.


Some radical instigators had infiltrated my book signing slash lecture, and they caused me all kinds of trouble. They kept asking tricky questions, trying to trick me into saying the wrong thing (like something about the Jews for example), so they could have me arrested. Well, as ashamed as I am to admit it, they did trick me into making a few politically incorrect statements, and the Thought Police were right there to witness the whole sad fiasco.


In the back row stood a gangly man in oversize hornrim glasses, a striped wool muffler, and a taboggan. He was a wiley and nefarious character if I ever seen one. He kept asking follow-up questions, and tricked me into discussing further on Black History.


Well, it was a mistake, I know, but I told him exactly how I feel about Kwanza. You see, Kwanza is not a real holiday. It's like Canadian Boxing Day. The same liberals behind the gay agenda invented Kwanza in 1966. It is certainly no substitute for Christmas.


"Liberals just don't think these things out clearly," I said. "If they really wanted Kwanza to be like Christmas, they would have a mascot for the holiday. Like Santa Claus. Of course, they can't use Santa Claus. The Luciferian Establishment already took Christ out of Christmas and put Santa Claus in His rightful place. (Now this gets complicated here. I hope you have the brains to follow this, because Santa Claus was very clever. He actually was a Saint and had no intention of betraying the holiday in the first place, but I don't want to get off topic here.)"


Well, that damned heckler started going, "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" and his friends started laughing. That's right, laughing. I could barely hold back my temper.


I shouted, "You damn fool! Even an idiot can see that the Zatarain's Rice Man would make the ideal Santa Claus figure for the African-American community. Young people would gleefully await presents from him, while the old folks bemoan the fact that Martin Luther King was taken out of the picture! What are you, brain damaged???"


Note that I did not use the term "negroes" or "coloreds" or "negresses." That police report is a complete fabrication!


Well, it just kept getting worse. Apparently there were some black folks in the crowd that I had not even noticed. Strike two against God's True Patriot. I guess the joke's on me, because I went on to explain how Martin Luther King's Birthday parallels the Satanic holiday of Halloween (Satan's Birthday). I did not say that Martin Luther King is the Devil. I merely stated calmly and rationally that the Illuminati seeks to brainwash us into believing so. I feel awful for the misunderstanding, but I assure you it was just that. I am not a racist. Those Leftist fools twisted my words around!


I simply stated clearly that the Illuminati has been inventing holidays in this country for decades. It only stands to reason that Martin Luther King Day is evil, because it was invented by the evil Illuminati! Common sense makes this perfectly clear. You don't need to be a rocket scientist to understand this. The Illuminati set the holiday up on January 19th, over two months past Halloween. What does that tell us? Halloween decorations will be cheap. If you don't believe me, you can go to Big Lots and Value City right now. They are still selling Halloween decorations at closeout prices. It's a travesty!


They set it all up so that unknowing people will buy Halloween cake mix and unwittingly celebrate Martin Luther King's Birthday with a Halloween cake. I'm sure you can see the racist implications in this "spook cake" concept. Park Choy and Cecilia sure did. It took me hours to explain how the misunderstanding came about, and ironically only my first wife's son Kevin stood by me on the issue. The Illuminati is racist!


But just try telling that to the Destin Police Department. They held me for 17 hours under bogus charges of "disturbing the peace" and "inciting a riot." I didn't start a riot. It was those damn anarchists in the crowd! All I did was speak the truth and they started throwing things, shouting racist slogans at me. Can you believe that???


It just chills me to the bone that exposure of the Illuminati's racist villainy is called disturbing the "peace" in this Orwellian distopia. If this is peace, what's war like? What's the meaning of spiritual war, when the war is clearly already lost?! Thank God my friend the psychiatrist called, or I'd still be locked up in that hell hole.


The saddest thing about all this is that my book tour is now over. I had planned to head back home tonight anyhow, but this is a sad way for it to end. I don't even know if I'll be able to come back to Destin, what with the multiple restraining orders and the terms of my release.

God's Littlest Patriot: Suspended for preaching the word of Christ! Second grade student took the Lord's name in vain -- girl told him he is going to go to Hell -- and girl suspended. Girl suspended one day for fulfilling her duty as a Christian Soldier.


Now, I know this may be confusing. That last sentence, I wrote "girl suspended one day for fulfilling her duty as a Christian soldier." That does not mean "one day" (in the future) this will happen. I mean it already happened!


This is truly a Brave New World type of moment. Up is Down. Evil is Good. Saving heathen children from an eternity of damnation is a suspendable offense in second grade! Imagine what they would do to yours truly, who has saved countless heathen children over the years through my Christian Youth Ministry. I'm much older, so therefore the punishment must be more severe. The Architects of the NWO have been brainwashing our children ever since God was taken out of the classroom.


Imagine this took place just after teacher lecture about homosexual sodomy. "Billy Has Two Daddies." "Billy's Two Daddies Play Touch Football." "Billy and His Two Daddies in Key West." These books are disgusting! I don't even know why the hell Kevin had them in his room, but I found these books in there and they are really sick.


I asked Kevin what he's doing with those books, and he denied owning them. He accused me of putting them there. Can you believe that??? What would I be doing with books like that?


Well, I called together a Family Meeting right after lunch. For lunch we had frozen Chicken Kiev from Aldi, by the way. At $.99, it is an excellent bargain, and a tasty meal. Cecilia doesn't like Chicken Kiev, though. She says she's a vegetarian now! I don't know where she gets these crazy ideas, considering she's never set foot in a public school, or any school for that matter, outside of Bible Class.


I called Park Choy at work and told her she needs to get herself home ASAP. This is a family emergency. It's more important than advertising. This situation needs to be resolved before I leave for Florida, or I'm cancelling the trip. Book promotion be damned, and the same goes for everything else that will have to be put on hold until I figure this out.


Cecilia was silent this whole time, of course, and she normally is because she is a very good girl. Imagine my surprise when she confessed to me that she is the one who brought those books into my house. She said she'd hidden them in Kevin's room because she didn't think anyone would ever find them underneath all the beer cans. She said that her "friend" from Bible Class loaned them to her! I don't know what kind of friends you have, but my friends don't damn me to Hell. This is intolerable. This "friend" of hers must have been the one who told her all about vegetarianism, now sodomy, and who knows next maybe Communism. There is clearly a Satanic influence at that Bible Class, and it needs to be rectified.

Received rejection letter on "Sanatoga Fire Massacre." It seems the "Jew Yorker" magazine only considers "serious literature." Serious literature, meaning secular nihilist claptrap and humanist sodomy??? Those liberals don't understand real art is channelled directly from the Lord by way of true faith prophecy.


God's word can only reach those who will receive Him, which is why I package my true faith prophecy in the form of romance adventure stories. It is both marketing and evangelical genius, but try telling that to the Jew Yorker! Where my skill lacks is in getting this material past the gatekeepers of Zion. Have been published in dozens of Christian and home schooling magazines, yet not one story has made it past those bastards who control the New Yorker, not to mention the Atheistic (Satanic) Asimov's science fiction magazine.


Sometimes I feel like just calling it in. I don't know if "literary" journals are ready to receive God's word anyhow. I hear His voice telling me to suck it up and keep trucking, but just don't have the strength. Well, at least my first novel was/is a big hit. I had hoped to introduce some new characters. New series of adventures, in addition to Young Jesus and my own true life tomfoolery shenanigans. It doesn't look like the Sanatoga Detective stories will take off, though. I guess I'll just post it here and move on to a new concept. Maybe if I put my heart into it, the new story will reach even those who have turned their back on Christ.

That Satanic Octopus shill, James Butler, is exactly correct in his appraisal of those Zionist whores at the (UN)Free Press. This is clearly disinformation propoganda posing as press freedom.


Would you believe those foul bastards called George W. Bush a dictator? The NWO may like to see him become a dictator, but Bush is stronger than that. He won't lie down like Hitler and Lee Harvey Oswald. Bush is no patsy! He'll fight on like JFK. I only hope our dear President's safety is not in danger. His re-election in 2004 is the Mandate of Heaven.


It is also true that many miraculous photos do occur even in my own personal experience. For example, many photos from our vacation to Boulder City last year contain religious imagery. Of course, that is to be expected. Photographs of myself, Cecilia, George W. Bush, and Elvis Presley ALWAYS contain Christ-like symbolism in one form or another. If my experience with miraculous photography has taught me anything, however, it is that these things require close scrutiny. A halo slipping to the side, for example, is not symbolic of a holy nature, but rather of an unholy FALLEN ANGEL nature. More disturbing still is the photo of George W. Bush with a UFO spacecraft hovering above and to the right. There is no such thing as flying saucers, and this pathetic attempt by Zionists to discredit genuinely the genuine miraculous Christ imagery of George W. Bush is unforgivable!

I received another ominously threatening e-mail this afternoon. This is the third in as many days, and is especially troubling because the disinformation agent appears to have been listening to my real life conversations.


I got into it with Kevin today, and threatened to throw him out on his hind end just like his mother did several years ago. Well, Kevin gave me the guilt trip again about how his Gulf War Illness is preventing him from finding work and I ended up letting him borrow twenty dollars.


The important point here is that I said to Kevin, "You're driving me crazy just like your mother did!"


Now, those were harsh words. I shouted that in anger and I should not have said it. That evil woman may have tried to drive me crazy, but she in fact never did. Of course she didn't, because I'm not crazy. Therefore, she never drove me crazy. Simple logic dictates this.


Then I read that ominously threatening e-mail in which "James Butler" wrote:

I take it that you have gone through a trauma, as denoted by your comments about your ex-wife.


You need a psychiatrist, not Jesus.

How would he know I had said that about my ex-wife??? And does he know that I'm seeing a psychiatrist? He seems to imply that he does know. And what is the significance of the name James Butler? I'll tell you -- it's the real name of Wild Bill Hickok, and a favorite pseudonym of intelligence operatives. "Intelligent Operators" as I call them live in a world beyond the law, by their own rules; and therefore the old west fascinates them.


There was an old country and western bar/theatre near our home in Montana. ("Our" meaning my lovely Montana forest cottage, which I shared with the Bride of Satan from approximately 1976 to 1980. Of course, she hated the wilderness almost as much as she despised freedom, and cooked up endless fabrications about her alleged "allergies" in order to manipulate me into moving the family (Kevin, She-Devil, and myself) to that despicable land of infamy, San Francisco.) You could order a Tex-Mex or BBQ platter and eat it at your table while old westerns played on a large screen at the front of the restaurant. It was similar to the Alamo in Austin, Texas, but way ahead of its time considering this was 1977 when I first ate there.


Anyway, that place was crawling with Intelligent Operators. If you're ever curious about where to find intelligence operatives, just look for cowboys and western memorabilia. Spooks are fascinated with that kind of thing. In fact, and I don't know if I should give this away without consulting my publisher...but one of the keys to understanding the hidden symbolism in my Adventures of Young Jesus romance adventure novel is the western atmosphere. It is in some ways an allegorical tale about conspiracy to circumvent the U.S. Constitution.


This goes way back, even to Roman Times. I won't get into that, though, or else I'd be here typing all night! A more contemporary example is the "Death Cards" distributed by CIA during Project Phoenix in Vietnam. I came across a number of these cards during my service, and let me tell you the very sight of an Ace of Spades sends chills down my spine to this day. It was a night in mid-February, 1975, shortly after Kevin was born, that I woke up in a cold sweat and realized the connection between Project Phoenix and the "Dead Man's Hand" which featured prominently in many of the western-themed serials I viewed as a young boy.


Where was I? Yes, yes, yes. Wild Bill Hickok, who has been monitoring my conversations, probably from a van somewhere down the street. (I'm sure the device is not inside my home, because I sweep it electronically every few days and have spent the past six hours taking apart the furniture and painstakingly reassembling it.)


He also wrote this, which is perhaps even more disturbing, and which will no doubt keep me up night for days to come, terrified that this ominous threat to my family and youth ministry is out there watching me and obstructing American citizens' right to freedom:

PS - I hope the parents of the youths you minister don't read your blog. If they did you can be sure you would be on a register within seconds.