Was an Obama Assassination Thwarted in 2014?

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Since our divorce in 2012 Svetlana, now remarried to me, has always wanted two things without me, while divorced.   Our teen son and our Russian flat.  Apparently she wasn't so keen on me but as a means to an end.  She admitted this as we were divorced in 2012, her idea not mine, for we had an impressionable teen son that divorce would only complicate his then 12- 13 year old life.  I recall begging Svetlana not to do it for his sake.  She refused.  She, unknown to me, had a whole cast of characters set up using 'street theater' to lead me to divorce and had little or no choice. For I was to become, in the transatlantic words of Egish Kharchatrian something most unexpected, "Rick you will become this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald!", he sceamed, following up with, "we will get Obama too!" Freaked out, I hung up the phone and gained another awkward, honestly unwanted, puzzle piece to the story of my life. I recall Svetlana's admission.  A June day...

It's ingenious really as to how drugs and sex can be used successfully against me. I've been poisoned again.  This time in manner most obscurious.  Bath Salts.  Floating in the apartment on to the floor, bedsheets, and cat food.  Similarly for two days in a row Sveta added bath salts to my morning kasha, today and yesterday.  I dumped most of it and had phenazepam as a backup benzo to keep the bath salts manageable. From the time of my son's and moving back to Russia, reconciling and remarrying I wanted to see if we as more or less free actors can forgive, make amends and truly reconcile to the point where intimacy may be shared.  In this I failed. For those of you who have read my posts my tale is an outlier somewhere past Pluto. I found out in early 2017 in our Russian apartment Svetlana using juvenile son Nicholas as the weapon.  Ever here of 'Street Theater'? Google it.  At 8 a.m. while I was asleep they put on as show in the kitchen to bait m...

As in Victor NY where my home was broken into in early 2015 leaving a porno and later cocaine, a similar occurrence  happened in Denver, this time meth. By then I had grown accustomed to being targeted, ever since senior NCIS agent Doug Boyce turned my world upside down letting me know that it was not the Russians after me, solely though they played their role subservient to CIA.  Russians who had made fraudulent death threat against but US government agents, FBI mostly.   I determined this the day after Svetlana admitted her role in the plot leading to my divorce and departure from Russia.  That was June 20, 2014. The next day ten cars began following and harassing me.  The next day twenty and the day after forty.  Goverment vehicles ex-SF types as drivers each in sunglasses leering at me in manner most unfriendly.  A psy op I would learn.  Unbelievable.   The stuff of bad spy movies. I relayed this back to Doug Boyce who advised d...

Long story.  How to shorten it while keeping the reader's interest.  If you've read my blog posts about my being targeted, then you have an idea of what I have experienced.  Goes way back.  But let's dare to venture to that summer of 1995.  I was 31, had a good job at Harris Corp. as a European Sales Manager.   I travelled a lot, 30 to 40% of the time.  Made me a top salesman but at an ignoble cost.  Took me years to stray guiltily from my 1st wife, Christine Ryan.  She an orphan but adopted by a well off New England couple, Don and Mary Ryan.  She was the eldest of 3 adopted sisters.  We went to high school together and I got her an afterschool job at a Drive In movie theater.  Loved her and that place. Accordingly, I developed a crush on her as she was one of the prettiest girls in our class.  She came to have interest in me only years later while serving in the Navy.  I had filled out and were my hair short....

I recall when blogging became a thing.  I recall scoffing at the very notion, 'what to write something that in most likelyhood gets read by few or none?' Time, circumstances, getting kicked off facebook, these things pushed me into this corner of a blog.  Read by at last count over 26,000, 2 comments, and an unflattering email that vanished as soon as it appeared.  That last one likely a psy op from the boys at Langley or their subcontractors. I find writing invigorating, the process, call it artistry if you like, and the result.  Some have said that I write well.  I tend to agree, ego not withstanding. Funnily enough, I posted a blog yesterday and the most immediate result was being unable to login to of all things, Twitter.   Apparently someone relented and again I have access to my just over 1,000 subs, none of whom I've met which makes it qualitatively different than my defunct Facebook account. I have posted over 200 times, at first ea...

There is a Russian law, I think 323, which allows friends and family to use the court system of Russia to send people to a state run psychological hospital for an all expense paid visit for about a month at a go, assuming you go, 'voluntarily'.  Otherwise your in for at least 90 days of psychoactive pills and being watched over.  Or longer.  My record to date is 33 days, I blame this on my wife, her greed and other aspects of her personality.   Once the overworked psychiatrists deem you 'normal' you are freed, given the clothes you came in with and once again a part of society. Svetlana and her state paid shrink had me put away some 6 times in 2019 and 2020.  This was due to my lack of knowledge and being baited into arguments.  She also took advantage of a few moments I looked for the cameras in the apartment I bought in 2006, who surveil me now. The state sends a truck nicknamed 'skori' short for fast help.  The workers are to my taste brutal an...