Was an Obama Assassination Thwarted in 2014?

And I wonder which poisoning will be my last?  I awoke today at 3 a.m.  something was amiss.  Bath salt crystals covered all beds but Svetlana's.  Hmmm. And two modified packs of cigarettes one labeled Kent the other A-PVP each in a presentable metal box.  At 6 am I awake Svetlana (who is likely in on it) to inform her.  She says she needs cigarettes ignoring her favored brand Kent presented so well and departs the flat at 6:34 a.m. I decide incorrectly this is entrapment with 14 years of Russian jail ahead and dothelogical thing, grab a k ife lock myself in the bathroom and begin the ritual of suicide cutting my arms near the elbows. Amazingly at this wee hour Svetlana returns with Emergencg Medical Services in tow.  Simply amazing, no rearrangement there. They broke open the oak bathroom door and then the flimsy washing machine door and began to beat me into submission, gaining two new scars on my arms and another 33 days in the psychiatric hospital where the dear doctor had not

Upon my return to Russia in December 2016, I had hoped that 3 years apart was enough to settle quietly our relationship.  In this I was incorrect. I had begun going to the local Anglican Church to gain the wisdom of the elders and to meet people. On a Saturday night before Sunday church I could not sleep.  Having been targeted and poisoned, my 5th, and not trusting Svetlana I went through her bag.  Must have been 4 a.m. And there I found something I've not seen before or since.  3 small seeds wrapped in a tissue.  I threw it away.  Flush. The next day at church, tired, likely MI6 agent Scotsman Adrian Terri's chose to neglect my outstretched hand and aggressively bump into me.  Certainly not the church behavior I expected.   I understood immediately why Svetlana had poisoned me.  To cause poor judgment so I might get into an altercation with Adrian. I backed away.  The plot was simple.  Get me into a psychiatric hospital state run so as to get me on drugs to foul my brain and h

Svetlana never returned to the states.  Our son after much arguing with his mother at the age of 14 gloriously and to my mind for alone on a 747 and flew from Moscow to NYC JFK airport.  And I, his father, reputation ruined by false gangstalking friends, them likely in the employ of a variety of national intelligence services (and named in earlier blog posts), was there, on time to meet my glorious son at the gate.   I was overjoyed to see my son after a 14 month absence.  We went on in Victor NY and later in Denver CO as single father and lone son for 2 years.   I was never happier to make up for lost time and to tell my son that my departure and divorce in Russia were both shams. And I had earned enough money in Russia to be what my father could never be now for those 2 years and 4 more now back in Russia, a stay at home dad to teach my son that which my father neglected and I had learned at great cost. I was never happier to demonstrate that father's never, never, ever willingly

The 1st time I was poisoned it was a spiked beer offered me by a Russian pimp in Sain Petersburg, Russia.  I lost 40 pounds in a month.  That was August 2011.   This was just before we, my poisoner, Alexander Valerievich Tregubov and I engaged in 3-way sex, with me enjoying her Vagina and Mr. Tregubov her anus. I know.  Too much information This was in a small banya with an attractive slim Russian brunette prostitute named Evgeniya Viktorovna Kosheleva of Angren, Uzbekistan.  She also drank a beer to lose her inhibitions.  All for only 2000 rubles, about $80, I thought a bargain for a new experience. Alexander would lie to me in a Skype call blaming Miss Koaheleva saying she was Muslim though Russian ethnically and hated Americans.  That was in December 2013.  Alexander lied.   In that fateful meeting in mid August 2011 he could barely contain his thrill spouting how easy it was to kill a man for he had been wounded in the Chechen wars of the early 90s.  This wound made him sterile inc

How have you been? I read all of your articles. The world is full of no good mf’ers. Taking on the world is daunting and at times seems unsurvivable. Some how I manage to keep my spirits up regardless of the ubiquitous vermin that haunts and hunts me. Hope you are doing well.

All I can say is that this is appearing to be factual according to what I’m seeing. However, the only ones who know for certain are present and former CIA agents. I am not in that category but I can’t tell you how Ive come to that provisional belief. Your premise is that if you talk your life is in danger. I think how you would change that is by getting current and former CIA to join together in secret to discuss this and whether they are willing to risk their job or lives to reveal it to someone who can be trusted in government. Perhaps someone on the intelligence committee of Congress, such as C. Raja (?) Krisnamurti ((?) from Illinois. You would have to vett that person for months. They can’t kill you all, especially if you’re in protective custody of some kind. People would notice if 1/3 the CIA  disappeared,. You do sound like a native born Russian. Did you come to US then join CIA? I knew someone who had been in KGB for 15 years and was working then at NSA. He didn’t say much mor