Was an Obama Assassination Thwarted in 2014?

Since our divorce in 2012 Svetlana, now remarried to me, has always wanted two things without me, while divorced.   Our teen son and our Russian flat.  Apparently she wasn't so keen on me but as a means to an end.  She admitted this as we were divorced in 2012, her idea not mine, for we had an impressionable teen son that divorce would only complicate his then 12- 13 year old life.  I recall begging Svetlana not to do it for his sake.  She refused.  She, unknown to me, had a whole cast of characters set up using 'street theater' to lead me to divorce and had little or no choice. For I was to become, in the transatlantic words of Egish Kharchatrian something most unexpected, "Rick you will become this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald!", he sceamed, following up with, "we will get Obama too!" Freaked out, I hung up the phone and gained another awkward, honestly unwanted, puzzle piece to the story of my life. I recall Svetlana's admission.  A June day

It's ingenious really as to how drugs and sex can be used successfully against me. I've been poisoned again.  This time in manner most obscurious.  Bath Salts.  Floating in the apartment on to the floor, bedsheets, and cat food.  Similarly for two days in a row Sveta added bath salts to my morning kasha, today and yesterday.  I dumped most of it and had phenazepam as a backup benzo to keep the bath salts manageable. From the time of my son's and moving back to Russia, reconciling and remarrying I wanted to see if we as more or less free actors can forgive, make amends and truly reconcile to the point where intimacy may be shared.  In this I failed. For those of you who have read my posts my tale is an outlier somewhere past Pluto. I found out in early 2017 in our Russian apartment Svetlana using juvenile son Nicholas as the weapon.  Ever here of 'Street Theater'? Google it.  At 8 a.m. while I was asleep they put on as show in the kitchen to bait me.  Svetlana throwi

As in Victor NY where my home was broken into in early 2015 leaving a porno and later cocaine, a similar occurrence  happened in Denver, this time meth. By then I had grown accustomed to being targeted, ever since senior NCIS agent Doug Boyce turned my world upside down letting me know that it was not the Russians after me, solely though they played their role subservient to CIA.  Russians who had made fraudulent death threat against but US government agents, FBI mostly.   I determined this the day after Svetlana admitted her role in the plot leading to my divorce and departure from Russia.  That was June 20, 2014. The next day ten cars began following and harassing me.  The next day twenty and the day after forty.  Goverment vehicles ex-SF types as drivers each in sunglasses leering at me in manner most unfriendly.  A psy op I would learn.  Unbelievable.   The stuff of bad spy movies. I relayed this back to Doug Boyce who advised drive fast, make sudden left turn to see who follows. C

Long story.  How to shorten it while keeping the reader's interest.  If you've read my blog posts about my being targeted, then you have an idea of what I have experienced.  Goes way back.  But let's dare to venture to that summer of 1995.  I was 31, had a good job at Harris Corp. as a European Sales Manager.   I travelled a lot, 30 to 40% of the time.  Made me a top salesman but at an ignoble cost.  Took me years to stray guiltily from my 1st wife, Christine Ryan.  She an orphan but adopted by a well off New England couple, Don and Mary Ryan.  She was the eldest of 3 adopted sisters.  We went to high school together and I got her an afterschool job at a Drive In movie theater.  Loved her and that place. Accordingly, I developed a crush on her as she was one of the prettiest girls in our class.  She came to have interest in me only years later while serving in the Navy.  I had filled out and were my hair short.  We would write love letter back and forth. I had put on muscle

I recall when blogging became a thing.  I recall scoffing at the very notion, 'what to write something that in most likelyhood gets read by few or none?' Time, circumstances, getting kicked off facebook, these things pushed me into this corner of a blog.  Read by at last count over 26,000, 2 comments, and an unflattering email that vanished as soon as it appeared.  That last one likely a psy op from the boys at Langley or their subcontractors. I find writing invigorating, the process, call it artistry if you like, and the result.  Some have said that I write well.  I tend to agree, ego not withstanding. Funnily enough, I posted a blog yesterday and the most immediate result was being unable to login to of all things, Twitter.   Apparently someone relented and again I have access to my just over 1,000 subs, none of whom I've met which makes it qualitatively different than my defunct Facebook account. I have posted over 200 times, at first each a result of a 30 da

There is a Russian law, I think 323, which allows friends and family to use the court system of Russia to send people to a state run psychological hospital for an all expense paid visit for about a month at a go, assuming you go, 'voluntarily'.  Otherwise your in for at least 90 days of psychoactive pills and being watched over.  Or longer.  My record to date is 33 days, I blame this on my wife, her greed and other aspects of her personality.   Once the overworked psychiatrists deem you 'normal' you are freed, given the clothes you came in with and once again a part of society. Svetlana and her state paid shrink had me put away some 6 times in 2019 and 2020.  This was due to my lack of knowledge and being baited into arguments.  She also took advantage of a few moments I looked for the cameras in the apartment I bought in 2006, who surveil me now. The state sends a truck nicknamed 'skori' short for fast help.  The workers are to my taste brutal and all too willi

Up through 2014 I never gave much consideration to these two terms, Mind Control and Psy Ops. Had no reason to.  I had a good job, had traveled the world, bank account growing, no debt, happy. This was planned so as to make the pain of the change turn me into a sex crazed, drug addled patsy.  More on that in a bit. In early 2017 having returned to the apartment I co-own with my Russian Mrs, I met carefully with a man I suspected was a perp employed by MI6, Scotsman, Adrian Terris.  We had worked together in Russia in an American holding company, Metromedia International Telecommunications, Inc notable more for its shareholders Rupert Murdock and a name that escapes me, perhaps Stuart Subotnick, now passed, once the world's richest man, than its shareholdings like Saint Petersburg Yellow Pages where Adrian worked for 10 years as CEO and larger PeterStar Telecommunications where I was employed as Commercial Director with a seat on her board.  Adrian and I had met in April

She was 21, likely a red Sparrow and I was a target. We had a son in 2000. Married in 2001. Divorced in 2012 Remarried in 2019. Now we discuss in Earnest our next and I pray final divorce. 

Let's start with a gentle one of this morning.  Her mother informed her that I had been late night chatting with people whom I knew not.  I ignored it until she returned from her workout which I pay for and she sporadically attends. At this point she denies the whole conversation.  I reply I'd rather drop it than hear her lie again. Sveta has a relationship with the police/military.  Once some years ago when I posted before being banned by fb my credible belief that a number of my associates.  Can't spy well if they're on to you.  That day both her mother who not only has no access to fb began her complaints about these posts as someone had instructed her too.  Luba Courbois followed suit in short order.  I recall the day her ex husband American Christian accused her of being a spy and daddy being some high level Russian mafia sort.  Misdirection. Her top lies are coming up.  She conspired with infertile FSB lover, the man who poisoned my beer in August 2011 sending me

Back in 2011 or so Billionaire August Meyer would lay out those thin white line admonishing himself and others as to the merits of self control. No problem. Homeboy 1 a.m.   Friday night.  Damndest thing was my wife and most of my expat pals were aware, indeed participating in what in some years time was an oldie but a goodie 'street theater'.   In early 2012 prostitute Albina Taptiga brought out much thicker lines of Amphetamine Sulfate.  Coke I had about which an idea but had never heard of Hell's Angel's old favorite 'crank' or 'speed'.  We were naked me and 3 gals, how much cooler does an idiot get to be, like me. The 'piece de resistance' of this street theater, tastes of forbidden was to set me up for the trifecta, my poisoning by Russian Alexander Valerievich Tregubov with prostitute Evgeniya Viktorovna Kosheleva leering in.  Beers quaffed 3 way sex began.   That was August 2011.  She was Ginger Lynn and I was on th

And so I knew it was coming.  My 1st of 5 unwanted mental hospital visit.  Truth be told they were all unwanted.   30ish days on average and that is if you sign up for willing evaluation.  Triple that to a sweet 90 by making a judge send you for evaluation. I've met men who've been there for 1 week, 1 month, 6 months, 6 years.  I learned, got a taste of what it meant to be institutionalized.  Took me back to my Navy days a wee bit. Pajamas all day.  Fresh pair given out in a weekend's time after our 1 in 7 day shower.  A huge difference in the mental hospital and the US Navy is the Russian mental hospital has little to offer for entertainment.  I was lucky enough to find a 725 page follow up to a Swedish crime novel about a girl with dragon tattoos in English that took 4 days to read. Lights on at 6 a.m.  Inspection before breakfast at 9:30.  I wake up fast, make my bed and get ready for my first legal narcotic of the day.  10 cigarettes.  1 as the day begins, 1 after inspe