Good cook, very demented human being.
I first started getting sick with something she was putting in my cookies that she made and sent with me to class every day. I was a student at the Joint Special Operations Medical Training Center at the time going through SOCM/SFMS.
When I filed for divorce shortly after the poisoning and other weird incidents with her, she called the SS on me and said I was trying to kill Clinton. Not a joke. I guess she didn’t realize I had worked with SS on protecting him years prior when I was at Fort Myer in DC. Stupid, vindictive, insidious.
They were on me with more seriousness than they were for Trump’s detail, and had a plainclothes detail on my mom and sister, who were visiting me on Bragg.
My 1SG called me at the Airborne Inn desk where my mom and sister were staying, just as I was walking in the lobby with them after we had eaten at Ruby Tuesday’s in Fayetteville.
1SG told me to report to the Battalion CQ desk and wait further instructions, which I of course immediately did. I had no clue what was going on, other than some shenanigans or something bad with the kids maybe. I Wass till trying to figure out how my 1SG knew where I was off-duty.
Got to the BN, walked by CQ, who was standing up behind the desk saying, “Yes sir, no sir.” CQ got off the phone and said some General just chewed his ass and someone was getting ready to get wrecked. I wondered who that was, and thought nothing of it.
Went down to see my CO, who had me go into his office. This was after normal duty hours.
He informed me that threats had been made against the President’s life, then asked where my mom was. I told him I just dropped her and my sister off at the Airborne Inn, then I asked, “Someone is saying my mom is threatening the President? That’s retarded."
Him: “No, the allegations are against......YOU."
Me: I immediately figured it was my estranged wife and said this was all BS. I was actually relieved it wasn’t something crazy she might have done to the kids. I had prepared myself to hear some very terrible news.
Him: “Well, 2 guys from Secret Service will be here shortly to ask some questions, so go wait for them near the CQ desk."
2 SS Agents from Wilmington Fed Bldg came up, drove me to CID Headquarters, took me into the CID briefing room and laid out a packet to begin their questions. One was in a grey suit and tie, older guy, the other was "bad cop” with longer hair dressed in plainclothes, relaxed standards.
Question 1: “Are you a member of the NRA?"
Went kinda downhill from there. “Tell us why we’re here."
“My ex-wife is a mental pati...”
“No no no no. You know why we’re here. Just tell us please. We already know."
Me: “Do you guys have any clue where you are and where you just picked me up from?"
Them: blank stares, “No? Don’t really care. Do you have any Sniper training? Demolitions training? Where are your weapons?"
This went on for
4 hours, then we went to my barracks room back at SOMTB. It was well after midnight at this point.
I told them not to wake up my roommate (one of the SEAL pups who was there to go through SOCM as a SEAL Corpsman), since he was asleep.
They just barged in, flipped on the light, he was like “WTF!!” thinking it was me. They ignored him and started rifling through the room looking for weapons, which there were none of course.
Searched through the closet, under the bed, through the little 3-drawer chests, my mail, books, uniforms, etc. It was bad because one of the guys had dropped off that Mel Gibson movie,
Conspiracy Theory, for me to watch. First thing the SS guys see is that, pick it up and look at me. I’m rolling my eyes thinking, YGBSM. I’m belly-laughing now, but it wasn’t funny at the moment.
We head back down to the street and they finally pull out the Soldier’s magazine.
“So you’re telling us you didn’t draw this!"
My ex had taken an old Soldier’s Magazine that had Clinton on the cover (awarding Shughart and Gordon the MoH posthumously with their wives at the ceremony), drew an arrow through his head, then told them I did it. Seriously. That triggered a bigger response than what we’re seeing here. This is the photo that was on the Soldier’s Magazine:
I look at it and can clearly see that it was done with a female’s penmanship, you know that fat ball point pen indentation no man could duplicate.
Me: “You’re kidding me, right? She must have drawn that. You guys did all this for that? You can clearly see that a woman drew that.” I looked at them like they were stupid amateurs, but I also understood they were just doing what they were told and probably knew early-on it was all BS.
Them: “OK, we’re done here."
That was in 1999, a very pivotal year for me. Never, never get near a crazy woman. If you sense crazy in a woman, run away. I was young when she snatched me, so didn’t realize what was going on. Damn near ended my life multiple times, definitely hurt my career, hurt my parents irreparably, my kids, and friends. She had no filter of her actions and didn’t care who she hurt, as long as she got attention.
My mom and I later realized the PC detail had been following us even when we were at the restaurant before I dropped my mom off at the Airborne Inn. They followed her and my sister to the elevator and surrounded them in there. Hispanic guys. My mom began speaking fluently in Spanish to them asking what floor they were getting off on, but they followed her to her floor. She sensed something was off with them.
If the SS today had spent that type of effort on securing the rally in PA, nothing would have happened other than intercepting the shooter early-on. I wasn’t even thinking about that run-in with them all this time until something triggered it. This whole thing is really FUBAR and really points to an inside job I’m afraid.
www.thegatewaypundit.com
asiatimes.com
www.bbc.com
