Was an Obama Assassination Thwarted in 2014?

Ah Colorado.  My home from April 21 to December 25, 2016.  My son and I lived in apt. 205 at the downtown Skyline1801 apartments on the corner of 18th and Arapahoe, the entire time under 24/7 corrupt FBI surveillance as they were tasked to complete a coverup for that which I had learned in 2014, that a plot to assassinate Obama with the role of patsy planned for me.  I dodged, weaved, and left Virginia for New York in late July of that year.  In some weeks time an Army veteran with PTSD would scramble over the White House fence and into that property.  His name, Omar Gonzalez, driven there no doubt by black ops boys using high tech toys to make him hear voices and more. In Denver similar folk broke into my place, and worked hard to entrap me. Don't believe me, ask Coy Ebell of Denver. Him likely undercover FBI. You'll know it as I did, by looking in his eyes as he furtively lies.  Ah Denver. Ah Colorado. Whatever my narrative was and remains, you are a p...

I had what many might consider an interesting career. And then I had a set of interesting experiences that challenged my perception of the narrative of my life.  I was in manner most odd given a key or perhaps a prism, a device of a sort that let me decode a level of encryption that coded the narrative of my life. My career has its roots as it has for any man back in childhood and those formative teen years spent in a place of socialization we call high school. Using my earlier unaided set of perceptions, the world was a jumble of random events, actors, places, coherent, related, though with little oversight.  The mess that appeared to meet was a world industrialized, capitalized, commercialized.  Institutions such as companies and corporations existed as did universities, militaries, churches, as well as local rotary clubs.  And into this world so perceived I emerged from southeastern Massachusetts having been born in a town settled by Pilgrims in 1620, Plymouth...

Sergey.  Russian guy.  Don't recall his last name.  He lives upstairs from us.  We are on the fifth floor.  He bought his flat on the 6th floor a few years after I bought ours in 2006. Sergey is the director of a chain of coffee shops in Saint Petersburg, Russia called Chokoladnitsa.   The brand comes from Moscow, and Sergey, at least when I knew him, ran the Saint Petersburg shops.  The coffee at those shops is no worse or better than others to my mind.  Coffee is all the rage in Russia these days, much like sushi was in the early 2000s. Sergey and I own flats at Kamennoostrovskiy Prospekt 35 in Saint Petersburg, Russia, site of a mysterious and unsolved roof fire on May 29, 2009, JFK's birthday. One day Sergey came to our door.  This was strange as we were than acquaintances and not friends.  I recall the time as I was working for a small local phone company called Comlink Telecom.  I had been hired via my training/con...

Leaving Virginia Pursued by 40 FBI Vehicles July 2014.  I remember leaving Virginia.  I left late at night.  Close to midnight.  I had had enough.  I didn't then understand as fully as I would in time.  I hadn't heard the term gangstalking.  I was unfamiliar with another term, targeted individual. I had rented a room at 3205 Sandfiddler Road, Virginia Beach from a twice bankrupt 50 year old divorcee named Shari Faller.  The ad I had found on Craigslist.  It was far cheaper than a room in a beach house across the street from the Atlantic in the upscale neighborhood should ever be.  Later I'd learn that was bait.  And later after my all night drive North, I'd use self as bait to discover who had been following me, and why NCIS special agent Douglas Boyce told me after sitting in my car all night in his driveway at 313 Sage Road in that upscale part of Virginia Beach, "Rick you have misperceived much in your life".  This afte...

And so this move is upon us, my son and I.  Since that dramatic set up divorce from my beautiful Russian Svetlana my path has been adventurous and fat more perilous than I realized.   So I sit cleaning which I have been conditioned for quite some time to dislike, planning which expenses to pay and when. And just now I popped my head into my son's bedroom where this 15 year old sleeps after another dull day in the local high school.  And I see him.  I see how he depends on me, as I once depended on my parents. I know now that my father was not quite the man I wanted him to be not was my mother a decent person by modern standards.  They are gone.  Let them rest. And I see my son sleeping and I know that I am doing the correct things so that he has his shot at life.  My confidence was never in short supply; my maturity likely was. So if you read this simply take care of your children.  Don't be lazy.  I was led down the...

I miss our usual interactions Nick and I regret all that drama your mother and I added to your young life. I'm glad you seem to be having an interesting and I hope useful experience in Tver. I never imagined that you and I would have led the lives we have led to date, especially from 2011 or so. Be that as it may, this is life, your life, the real deal, the choices you make and will make are your own. Be careful of how you are influenced and by who. You know my story, I won't bore you with those details. I wish for you a life of riches in terms of experiences and in wealth for you live I this world. Your mother and I discussed today the future. Topics discussed included Crimea where your mom dreams to have a dacha. The apartment beneath us is being renovated, so our apartment fills with light dust regularly. No doubt breathing this stuff is unhealthy. I had enjoyed Denver with you, except for the police crap, etc. I am glad you in your own way escaped high school. It was a loa...