Making a CIA Manchurian Candidate Using Psy Ops

Making a Manchurian Candidate Using Psy Ops

In early 2017 upon returning to Russia on December 26th, 2016 returning my 16 year old son to the mother he hadn't seen for over two years, a likely MI6 agent Adrian Terris invited me to the local English speaking Anglican church.

I agreed though I knew by then Adrian an intelligence agent and conspirator in 2014's failed assassination attempt on Obama in which I was to be blamed as patsy.  I wanted to see if Adrian intended to smooth things over, forget the past, perhaps inexplicably line me up for a job as he had once done before or if he'd go the other way and try to destroy my credibility, get me shut up, put in a mental ward, given anti-psychotics or worse. 

It was the latter, not the former, and in this he failed, trying to instigate a fight one Sunday morning at church in that spring of 2017.  He had done one thing to my favor which was to introduce me to another MI6 agent, this one a retired Anglican priest residing in Tallinn, in nearby Estonia, Stiiv Knowers.  Stiiv liked to play dress up and sing in his services.  Lovely voice.  We met outside of church and when I arrived he was sitting in furious dark conversation with Adrian on a topic unknown though likely me.  Adrian begged off, I took his seat, and Stiiv let me know in words crafted so as to as always provide deniability, that 'God loves that which he creates'.  This a reference to me and the crafting, molding, and shaping these intelligence officers had to me been done by the persons of Christian Courbois, Stephen Gardner, Tom Stansmore, August Meyer, James Beatty, Mark Seidenfeld and others nudging me bit by bit into debauchery and the use of narcotics, all in manner coincidental and thereby deniable. 

Back to 1972, Kingston Massachusetts. 

Father's pants left full of a wallet with crisp singles among so many other bills and a right front pocket full of change might be more than a little boy could bear.  Comic books costing a meager 30 cents or so, further would never notice missing a dollor or three.  This temptation succeeding and giving the boy the illicit thrill of sneaking around, stealing.

Similarly, Mother's silver half dollar collection downstwirs in that dinjng room cabinet.  Up the street delicious banana splits cost only two of them.  Years later she would tell him unconvincingly that his older sister Susan Macy had stolen the half dollars from her treasured collection.  He couldn't bear to correct her for he was her son done right, not like his less successful siblings.  Plus he sent hjs mother far more money in bank deposits as she aged than he ever took from that silver plated teapot.  His crime covered.  The past gone, or so he thought with no reason to be otherwise suspicious. 

4 years later, while taking piano lessons with Mrs. Bunce up the street.  She out of the blue invited him to help bind magazines in a container in the junk yard the upcoming weekend.  He readily agrees and is rewarded with hsj first taste of bare women flesh, two used copies of 'Penthouse' that he tucks under his sweater for it was a cold fall day and sneaks them into his bedroom for late night exploration and adventures in self pleasure.

Chris Dakin, tall and blond, inviting a similar looking boy desperate for friends in this new school, so Catholic whatever that had meant. 

Chris leading the way to setting fire to a huge sloped field across from the boys house, causing fire trucks to arrive and an official report to be filed, this to be found years later. 

Chris leading the way into the home of a black girl classmate Bridgett Martin, to steal stereo receiver components, this over his young Episcopal friends objections.  This setting up a story for a future dead man set up as a hero of white supremacy.

On the way to a school choral performance to watch his older redheaded sister Lisa sing, the driver of the car, Jim Dimarzio attempts to cover with his hand a half smoked joint, or marijuana cigarette.  The boy is oblivious noticing nothing for all in the car are his elders, sister Lisa, her girlfriend down the street later jailed for Cocaine distribution, Susi Goff, and her boyfriend, the driver Jim DiMarzio with his attempt at a beard covering his youthful face.  Jim picks up the joint and asks had I seen one before.  I lied and said yes and had smoked one once before in school so as not to appear the dork.  We heartily smoked a few joints on the way to that Catholic high school, quite high, and an on again, off again lifelong affair with marijuana then illegal, now in some states unbelievably legal.

Junior High School.  New student Kagan Scott, unusual for he is Black either gives or sells to the young teen more porn magazines, one called hairy monsters, black and white, featuring two naked young women pleasuring themselves in the front seat of a convertible sticking the gear shifter so as to ride it with their private parts.  Kagan lasted a year before moving on. 

While attending a State wide seminar entitled 'Outstanding Sophomore of the Year' being introduced oddly to poppers while in the hotel room watching cult horror film, 'Phantasm'. 

Newly installed High School Principal, Sister Nivard would make a rule affecting all students, Catholic or not, all must attend mass.  This a week or two after she tells a young teen whom she personally selected as 'outstanding sophomore of the year' and sent him to a 3 day seminar with similar high potential kids from other Massachusetts high schools, that he is 'full of shit' as to why he missed the Monday covered by the three day seminar. 

By the end of that school year our 'outstanding sophomore of the year' had set a record for high school detentions for taking bait and speaking back to teachers disrespected. 

Also in that year he had been one of four caught drinking peach schapps, suspended with Marcia Bousquet for a week for telling the truth while the ringleader Kevin Callahan and other classmate, also an Episcopal girl, Charlotte Schrade, were kicked out for refusing to tell the truth in this matter. 

In Junior year, while high on marijuana taking a dare, throwing lit firecrackers down the hallway while school was in session, getting caught, earning again a weeklong suspension, never telling hus parents as he by then was driving to school and simply drove elsewhere while reading 'Interview with the Vampire', the homoerotic Anne Rice classic. 

Marine recruiter 'Uncle Al' with his jughandle ears telling a 17 year old boy that in the Marines there were plenty of jobs, for example being a store keep, responsible for the platoon's materials and dosposables.  Marine Sergeant 'Uncle Al', his crew cut short and his features repugnant told the youth, "Here's how it would work.  You order three jackets for the men, give them two, say one was damaged, and that one that you just lied about, you sell to someone on the outside.

April 1984.  US Navy boot camp, Orlando, Florida.  Head shaved, just assigned duties as company Yeoman, a sort of secretary-administrator, he found a large half smoked joint in his waller he was sure he hadnt put there as he had stopped smoking pot a full 30 days before entering the service.  He assumed it just have been him, and choosing correctly in thise circumstances threw it away.  He never considered the possibioity someone had with will to tempt, place the joint there, in order perhaps to get him kicked out of the Navy early on, thus building on his record of highs and lows as he had in high school a few years earlier. 

1986, his gay half sister Beth Heather Macy invites him unexpectedly to serve as best man in her less than legal gay wedding to another woman.  The marriage didnt last long, but that hus sister was gay and that he had been best man at such an event made him proud to be open minded on the matter of sexuality, on the leading edge of the right side in this matter.  Getting back to ship after taking that leave, oddly US Navy office of personnel would assugn seven gay men to his ship, the USS Underwood, FFG-36.  One, Todd Cleveland an electronics technician third class had chosen to resign and accept an adminjstrative discharge should the Navy allow, so that he might experience full man on man gay sexuality.  Todd had a southern accent and had a straight cousin Charles serving as a Gas Turbine specialist.  I later contacted Charles to learn that Todd passed away from AIDS, this due to his gay lifestyle after the Navy.  Oddly Todd asked me to help him write hus resignation letter and invited ne to attend a gay bar with him.  Having been to a gay wedding and from a liberal Massachusetts family I agreed, not realizing what young men might do in such an environment under the influence of alcohol.  And so returning to his Jacksonville Florida apartment engaged in his first session of man on man sex.  The next day, the alcohol worn off, the embarrassment huge, for the Navy had a zero % policy on gay service members or members reported in homosexual acts.  This hung over hus future later whe  employed for a year at General Electric awaiting a Top Secret clearance, failing the polygraph test due to dishonestly answering the question, have you ever slept with a man?

December 1987.  US Navy Operations Specialist 2nd class Jason Meadows, jumping crazily off the bow of their ship, the USS Underwood, in port in Bermuda awaiting repair of her crushed sonar dome just under the bow, and landing fully clothed into the water, shouting 'I'm coming Billie', this a reference to his wife and striking later member of the House of Representatives and future Admiral then Commander Joe Sestak in the face with a closed fist as he tried to avoid capture by shipmates determined to fish him out of the salty water.

Meadows had just weeks before won 'Sailor of the Month' based on a coin toss in tbe Chief's mess over the young sailor.  The young sailor's chief even had the audacity and poor judgement to tell the young Electronics Technician 2nd class, about this random manner of selection as the vote had been reportedly tied. 

Years later, I think it was 2015, I reached out to Jason Meadows who as a result got a small disability stipend from the military, had divorced 'Billie' and moved back home to New Orleans, via facebook messenger to ask about that incident, and before I had formulated my question, Jason went into deep denial about his participation in a 'conspiracy'.  His words, not mine. 

An invitation post Navy to a Halloween party held by two gay men, one his first wife's boss, in the Washington D.C. metro area.  The cause of the fire, penny candles set in windy areas surrounded by ghostly looking sheets.  A report to be filed assigning none responsibility though including his name.

In Russia in 2011, failing a required drug test for a new work visa.  The drug test showing the use of stimulant amphetamine sulfate, this over a full year before Russian prostitute Albina Taptiga would introduce him to this substance while both naked, having just moments before engaged in a menage-a-trois with an uzbek woman named Natalia Mishanova. 

The doctor said cone back in 30 days and we will again test you.  We did and the drug test was clean.  I received my new work visa.  You can be sure that original failed drug test form sitting securely in a file waiting to be gathered by a corrupt FBI on behalf of CIA as they spun their narrative, espousing the paradigm of Rick Macy, troubled individual, lone shooter, sex crazed and drug addled.  The public to be mindf***ed again just as in 1963 with the killing of Kennedy, instead this time instead of instwlling LBJ, they'd install Biden, answering for once and for all why he chose not to run against future president Trump.  Joe Biden hadn't expected he would have to.