Was an Obama Assassination Thwarted in 2014?

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 ve...

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 ...