Was an Obama Assassination Thwarted in 2014?

I had left Russia for the US mid October threatened by the same folk, kidnapping, the theft of my flat, and my death.  These told me by then-exwife Svetlana, former lover Genya Kosheleva and two other Uzbeks whose names I have on recordings in those tense week. My world upside down, I begged my wife and son.  She calmly replied she'd come in a few weeks.  Her calmness quite unbelievable. I flew via Frankfurt to Boston Logan where people appeared to be waiting for me in my seat.  This in addition to short dark nearly bald coming at me at feigned beck and call of Albina and Genya.  This had happened at the McDonald's by where we live And there I learned how effective a camera may be when someone prefers to stay alone.   Met in Boston Logan, Adam Stanhope my new pal and source of drugs.  In Sept 2011 he introduced to me to synthetic cathinone MDPV and later via his associate MDMA via Mark Brady, he of iron river, Wisconsin. The1st few days Adam offer...

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 ...