Was an Obama Assassination Thwarted in 2014?

Born in 1964, by the time I was in my mid 40s, I had what most would consider an upper middle class background, had a good life by most measures, money, good looking wife and son I adored.  That and two homes one in NY state, one in Saint Petersburg, Russia - Europe's 4th largest city. Lots of travel, 70 countries but I stopped counting and caring.  Having seen behind the curtain, it changes, that is it damages ones' perception. Let's take a step back and mention terror event researcher Ole Dammegard.  Google him if you are unfamiliar with his work.  His paradigm concludes that all terror plots: 9/11, McVeigh, JFK, Gulf of Tonkin, the recent Notre Dame Fire, and so many more are performed by our national securìty folks, our spooks, to scare the rest of us and let those in power steal as they will. I only began to realize I was targeted in 2011and finally understood come 2016.  The hardest part is realizing you've been lied to your whole life and that CIA  and FBI and th

By the time I was in my mid 40s, I had what most would consider an upper middle class background, had a good life by most measures, money, good looking wife and son I adored.  That and two homes one stateside, one in Russia. Lots of travel, 70 countries but I stopped counting and caring.  Having seen behind the curtain, it changes, that is it damages ones' perception. Let's take a step back and mention terror event researcher Ole Dammegard.  Google him if you are unfamiliar with his work.  His paradigm concludes that all terror plots: 9/11, McVeigh, JFK, Gulf of Tonkin, the recent Notre Dame Fire, and so many more are performed by our national securìty folks, our spooks, to scare the rest of us and let those in power steal as they will. I only began to realize I was targeted in 2011and finally understood come 2016.  The hardest part is realizing you've been lied to your whole life and that CIA  and FBI and the like are run as criminal organizations for the benefit of the we

My life through the fall of 2011 seemed pretty ok, perhaps better that most, some might say twas awesome.  I had no debt, a home in New York State and one overseas in the Heart of St. Petersburg, Russia.  Apparently I had millionaire friends and even a billionaire.  Never so wrong was I.  Ego. Up til then, I had worked hard, as an expariate worker in Russia who apparently invested well, was worth over $2,000,0000. Let's say enough to satisfy me and make my mother proud. Then my world slowly flipped upside down.  Slowest at first in late 2011, picking up speed,drinking a poisoned beer offered by Russian lover of my wife, this unknown to me then, Alexander Valievich Tregubov, leading to me losing 40 pounds in a month, thinking I was dying, leading to a dramatic and thoroughly planned divorce in 2012 by my wife and her gangstalker cronies.  That was August. In September my mother spent 4 hours dying as I held her hand.  Death by COPD complicated by the very infection C-dif.   Knowing

Sveta, my wife, with police assistance have done in our co-owned Russian apartment repair work.  The goal of the effort in conjunction with her success in getting me assigned to a Russian state hosital on several ocassions is to place narcotics in our flat to be blamed on me.  I noticed unasked for repair work on our thick oak doors.  When I asked her who had done the work and claimed our regular repairman Alexander had done the work.  But I alwaysaid him and hadn't. I dug into the doors being susicious as Svetlana always lies easily.  She used my picking to have me sent away while maintained her cover. Drugs were placed by US cops while residing in Victor NY in 2015 and again in Denver in 2016.   I beat a related arrest for child endangerment, this at no small cost. But this is Russia their entrapment efforts professional and seemless.  I was introduced to a number of drug users and even a manfacturer while away.  Didn't think much of it at the time, I do now. Oddly I was cont

Thoughts on my targeting. I recall those years when I learned I was a TI, that is a 'Targeted Individual'.  Didn't like it, still don;t of course.  Adapted to my new reality.  Protected my son, remarried my fraudster wife, as she is a beauty, and I have for her emotion, regardless of her role in my gangstalking. I recall listening to Ole Dammegard, and being inspired, as he is damn close to the truth in this area.  I recall being frightened when I realized to be more of a leader, or at least an active participant, I would have to tread in waters, I found distateful.  How to separate the wheat from the chaff in these matters? As a form of therapy I started a blog on blogger, read by approximately 24,000.  This blog banned by facebook and instagram, that alone telling, how awful and likely true is my story of targeting, given the CIA supervises those 'institutions'.  And as I learned CIA is in part responsible for my targeting, even may go back to my father's days

LEAVING THE SCENE, ALMOST So I get back from my latest Svetlana imposed psychiatric vacation, which brought up the question of divorce in polite conversation to learn that both my tablet and cellphone have been messed with. The Tablet glued shut around half its perimeter, the phone with two new holes along the edge of the back plate, and a camera that won't work. I asked Svetlana about this and she had no answer, played dumb. I am used to this. The last time I went into the psych ward I had at home 150 Phenezepam pills, 50 Zopiclone sleeping pills, and a handful of phenibut. THese all disappeared, but for 20 Phenezepam. Again she claied to know nothing. I am used to this. As in Victor NY, and in Denver CO, cops broke into my homes and planted drugs, cocaine and meth respectively. I got through those times and learned I was targeted. The next morning here in Russia I awoke at 3, which for me never happens and find drug laced cigarettes, stronger that pot, some sort of s

My Recent Vacations (part 3) In my most recent stay st the Russian government Psychiatric hospital, where again I signed in willingly preferring an approximate 30 day stay as compared to the 'against your will' three month 'grand tour' of boredom and poor fitting pyjamas, I was pleased to find in that small library, a book in English, as it helped pass the time. It was the second in the series 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo' 725 pages. I read it off and on in five days which pleased me even more as I have grown accustomed to the internet, with its bold headlines and articles that catch one's attention, at least mine, for the merest of minutes. So some of my earlier good habits, reading remain. I worry that my son, with cellphone glued to his hand will never attain this level of readership, indeed, we may be breeding a generation of idiots. I was sad when it was done, as the boredom returned. in a Russian state owned psychiatric hospital, you have t

My Recent Vacations, Continued I learned more about the machine that is Russian State Psychiatry. It is a machine that needs to be fed, and I apparently have become something akin to raw meat. I don't like this analogy, but it is fair. My wife and I argue, she lies as she must, and I am forced to honesty, an unlikely marriage these 25 years later. I had no idea back then of the trap I had set myself into. She knew, was poor, and likely excited by the opportunity. I don't know, for she will never speak the truth. Upon leaving the Psychiatric Hospital, twitching and drooling, unable to sit still due to the anti-psychotic medication, no doubt I appeared as one in need. I took the opportunity to get sleeping pills, for I have had difficuty sleeping since reconciing with my wife, this a sign, ungood, Vopiclone. It works. I also asked for an anti-depressent, which became one of the biggest mistakes of my life, called Fevarin, worked for 7 months, coffee a bit stronger, me a bit li

Psychiatry a trap, I found out. Russia has a law on its books, law 323.  It allows family and neighbors to report and seek assistance from the Russian government in the matter of family and neighbors who are in the eyes of the reporting neighbors and family a way to legally remove the bothersome person in question. My 'handler', my gangstalking bride has used this method upon me several times when we were in the throes of argument.  No one was more surprised than I.  Being carted away by three brutish semi policeman is an education I would prefer to forget and truth be told to return to my earlier state of blissful ignorance on the matter. I had read that part of being a 'targeted individual' often includes a road to the mental health care 'system'.  In my experience it does. Once legally kidnapped by these fine folk, stripped, given ill fitting pajamas my adventure and my education on how our world works continued. These forays into that arm of the Russian