Was an Obama Assassination Thwarted in 2014?

Feelings, Thoughts and Memories and a Failed Assassination Attempt My heart is broken and has been for several years. Why? I learned that my poisoning in August 2011 while in a Russian banya by Alexander Valerievich Tregubov was not an isolated incident but part of a larger and somewhat unbelievable transnational psy op.  I was targeted and gangstalked to be manipulated into the role of patsy for a presidential assassination attempt that failed.  The attempt was planned, plotted to occur between 2011 and 2014.  The big idea was kill Obama, install Biden, and blame me.  Yes, I know what that sounds like.  When you have been on this path, my path, you learn to speak the truth regardless of your feelings and all else.  There is no other way to survive, no half measures, no lies. Alexander Valerievich Tregubov He poisoned me in Russia in August 2011 Think about it, why didn't Biden run?  The answer I believe in is that he didn't think he'...

Amanda Kelley, Chuck Jensen, and Elena Boyce, Gangstalkers All Amanda Kelley, a New Hampshire gal, tall, brunette with curly hair, and eyes that loomed past you, far away, this I suspect due to an acquaintance with heroin...  Amanda had played basketball in high school and was a heroin addict for a time. We met in the United States, she and I.  Why?  Amanda had responded to a facebook post I had made, on a relative by marriage of hers, Chuck Jensen. Chuck and I had served together in the US Navy so long ago, back in the late 1980s, going to the Persian Gulf in 1987.  Chuck and I reconnected in 2013 and even a bit earlier thanks to facebook.  He, like I, had served six years, and had gotten out.  While I joined the defense industry selling military and spy radios, Chuck had become a glass blower.  He had lived in the Pacific Northwest for a time, before settling in Levant, Maine with ICU nurse Randee Jensen.  Randee was related by blood to ...

My Brother John and His Role As a Gangstalker And so my brother John Andrew Macy, younger than me by two years, sent me an email, perhaps it was his last to date, this back in 2014.  The email had one word, all capitalized, 'POLICE'. This apparently was my brother John's answer to my impassioned emails to him, wanting desperatly to stay connected, and to understand what had happened to me from 2011, my poisoning and the death of our mother that fall, and the fraudulent death threat that resulted in my abandoning Russia in October 2013.  I had suffered what I believed was a death threat in Russia, this a fraud organized by my Russian wife and some others.  Only by 2016 did I realize this death threat had been a sham, organized simply to press my buttons, and get me on a plane to the US, where darker and equally corrupt security forces laid in wait to manipulate me into becoming a patsy, in the words of Egish Kharchatrian, "this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald...

Another gangstalking email sent to me on behalf of the corrupt US National security agencies like CIA and FBI intended to push my buttons. Screw them. It's not my fault they targeted me a lifetime ago to push me into the role of patsy for a planned assassination attempt on Obama in 2014 that failed and would have installed Biden (why do you think he didn't run? Answer: he didn't think he'd have to) and blamed me as this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald. That bit I learned from a Russian Armenian who may or may not have been a human trafficker when he told me 'Rick we will make you into this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald. We will get you and Obama too!' This is the second time I received such an email using the name 'David Jacques'. This is a reference to an old high school classmate of mine David St. Jacques who under corrupt police guidance attempted to gangstalk me. The first time they sent it I blocked the sending...

An Idiot Perp in Desperate Need of Training  Today I received am email on gmail from someone I don't know who claims they read some, most, or all of my blog.  It was readily clear this was a perp, perp being a term from the gaslighting/gangstalking text book. Instead of discussing the content of this, my blog, and a quite catharctic blog at that, whose origins lay with CIA controlled Facebook having banned md for 30 days, a ninth time, all bannings - Facebook's reaction to my earlier blog posts about 2014's failed Obama assassination attempt which was to have featured me in the starring role of patsy, (all while nasty Joe Biden would have assumed the presidency, gotten the keys to the kingdom), the e-mail was an attack on me personally ending with the suggestion that I suffer from a mental condition. Comical. The gangstalking manual ends with successful gangstalkers getting the target to commit suicide, or failing that, commiting the target to a mental institution...

The Gangstalking of My Mother My mother, Catherine Reardon Macy, passed away in a Wellesely, MA hospital intensive care unit in September of 2011 from COPD at the age of 79 and 5 months.  Simply put, she could no longer process oxygen from the air due to her decades as a somewhat heavy smoker.  I held her hand for the 4 hours it took her to pass as the ICU nurse quite professionally adjusted her morphine drip to ensure a fear free passage to the next world. My Mother's Obituary from September 2011 https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/bostonglobe/obituary.aspx?n=catherine-m-macy&pid=153755111 As any son, I had loved my mother.  She had been a stewardess, a reporter, a member of the local Board of Health in the town called Kingston, MA, where she and my father, her husband, a pilot who flew 727s for American Airlines, raised my siblings and I in a 1700s yankee home on a 6 acre lot by a river named Jones. A few years before she passed, my mother had a traffic...

Corrupt Law Enforcement in America I grew up in Massachusetts in a middle class family.  My father a pilot for American Airlines served on the local planning board, my mother a former stewardess, on the board of health.  My older sister worked as a police dispatcher.  My family knew the local cops, and they knew us and we were part of the town.  None of my siblings or parents ever had any trouble with the law, and I like most was neutral on the matter of law enforcement.  It simply wasn't part of my world but for infrequent pleasant social contact mostly.  I used to visit my sister at work at the local police station and would be introduced to the local cops, middle class like me. Now with age, experience, and a story some might find quite unbelievable, I find myself disgusted with the corruption in American law enforcement, indeed all of it, round the world. Why? Read my other posts in this blog to learn how I was targeted and gangstalked to be m...