Was an Obama Assassination Thwarted in 2014?

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...

Watching this Clint Eastwood / Meryl Streep movie with my son.  I forgot how good it is. I recall leaving my first wife Christine for the Russian goddess I perceived, Svetlana Borisovna. And unlike that moment in the film when Francesca grabs the truck's door handle, which if turned, would change her life, and she relents, stays with husband Richard and their two teen children, I pulled the handle, opened the door, crossed an ocean, for a girl I knew not, but for in the sense most would describe as physical, landed in Siberia, and convinced her to join me.  That was 1997, over 20 years ago. We have a son, now 19, and all that I perhaps ever wanted in a son. And Svetlana, I knew she didn't love me, not as I loved her.  Men and women are perhaps different in this regard, of that I am not sure, my data set too small to matter.  I recall thinking if she just got to know me she would love me. Perhaps she does as she can; we grew up so differently, me ...