Manchurian Shooters

Due to the atrocity in Tucson, the following experience is offered. It is extremely disturbing and none of our friends would even comment on it at the time. Our MK victim, Mike Gadbaw, was programmed to kill Senator Harry Reid, and my wife prevented this from occurring, perhaps to the chagrin of some. It also happened in Arizona and is described in part two, which I’ll post later, along with the video of the victim’s carefully induced grand mal seizure during his six-week “experiment” at the University of Minnesota, under the tender care of Louis Jolyon West. The piece was written by me, in the as-told-to style. The third guy referred to by Mike was Brian Quig, who was himself murdered in Phoenix a few months after this was written. Some of Mike’s memories never actually happened, as will be made clear in part two…

“My name is Mike Gadbaw. I’m a US Navy vet and apparently I’ve been groomed as some sort of “sleeper” for a number of years, for what purpose I do not know. I’m on the run now, being cared for by a dedicated medical doctor who is trying to prevent me from becoming the next Tim McVeigh. She stole me from my handlers and is deprogramming me. She feels as if she’s disarming a time bomb.

One of my problems is that I was a friend of Tim McVeigh. Until a couple of days ago I’ve been living in his house near Kingman, Arizona ever since he left for Oklahoma City in April, 1995. I met certain people whom I wasn’t supposed to meet – people who were influencing Tim and who the federal government says had nothing to do with the bombing. But they did.

Before last January I never thought much about my medical problems or about the people I’d seen with Tim. Then, three people showed up at my door and I reluctantly let them in. One of the people had visited me a couple of months earlier. He brought the other two because he figured I wouldn’t have let him in again. He’s welcome to identify himself after reading this, but I won’t do it. He’s a researcher and a writer on the subject of the Oklahoma City bombing and is pretty knowledgeable. The two people he brought with him were J B Campbell and Dr. Robbi Skye. Campbell, who I call Bruce, is the guy who started the militia movement in the late ’80s with his book, “The New American Man.” He’d kept a low profile for the past five years but suddenly resurfaced with a plan to connect the World Trade Center ’93 bombing, the Oklahoma City bombing and the attack of September 11 as actions of the U.S. government designed to end our way of life.

Dr. Robbi is an amazing person. She’s an internal medicine physician with surgical experience who practices preventative medicine but is also an observer of the political intriguers who run our country with “crisis management.” Besides being an MD, Dr. Robbi is what is known as “a healer.” She really makes people well and tries not to use pharmaceuticals to do it. She has found that many people suffer from diseases which are really symptoms of sick spirits and so she tries first to treat the spirit of the person, which often leads to the disappearance of the disease. This has not made her popular with the medical establishment.

My background is not complicated, or at least I didn’t think it was. I went into the navy in 1973 and got out in ’75. I suffered a head wound in an accident on board my ship, the USS Rowan, as we prepared to go into Saigon to help rescue the embassy staff. That was a very bad experience as we witnessed marines shooting the Vietnamese who were trying to get over the embassy fence to get away from the Communists. Anyway, I’d been hit on the head by a shell which had slipped out of the breech of a deck gun and it gave me headaches, which eventually led me to the next part of my story. But right after the Saigon embassy episode, most of us were immediately discharged from the Navy. I went home to Minneapolis. I am an artist and can actually support myself with my work.

In late ’75, I went to a neurologist for my headaches and she eventually asked if I would participate in a study at the University of Minnesota. She asked me if I experienced “pre-cognitive dreams?” Although I did, I did not admit it to her because I had the idea that she might use it against me somehow.

Because of the severity of the headaches I agreed to become involved in the study. There were seven of us, all vets, and we were kept in a complex above the animal experimentation lab at the University. We were fed well and given the impression that we were free agents in this thing, but we actually were prisoners at the lab. We couldn’t leave. Our medications were withdrawn and we were observed. At some point, we were deprived of sleep and then subjected to various stimuli such as flashing lights and sounds. I have a video tape of myself undergoing this treatment and in it I am shown experiencing a grand mal seizure – my first. Dr. Robbi has viewed the tape and found it quite disturbing. Campbell says it is reminiscent of The Ipcress File, which refers to induced psychosis through the application of severe stress.

Why did they give me the tape? Dr. Robbi says they wanted to implant and reinforce the self-image of a helpless cripple who could not function without Big Brother telling me how to live. Since that experience, that’s pretty much how I’ve regarded myself.

This study went on for about six weeks. I don’t think any of the seven of us was the same after that. My condition worsened and I became a ward of the Veterans Administration, whose doctors supplied me with a bewildering array of mind-altering drugs.

That’s been my life for twenty seven years – overbearing VA doctors and prescription drugs which only made me worse and worse. The doctors ordered me to take the drugs, which I quit doing after I realized they were making me feel crazy. If I didn’t check in with them they’d call my parents and try to keep me under control, but they never helped me and I just became more disoriented and alienated.

My parents bought a Quarter Horse ranch in Ash Fork, Arizona and I worked for them. After some years they sold it and moved to Kingman. I met Tim McVeigh through a guy at the Disabled American Veterans group there. Tim didn’t seem disabled to me, though.

Tim rented a little adobe house on Hunt Road in Golden Valley, about five miles from Kingman. I started visiting him and even staying at his place while he was away.

Bruce Campbell was interested in my story when he learned that Andreas Strassmeir was an occasional visitor. Bruce believes that Strassmeir was Tim’s CIA controller, and is the key to the Oklahoma City bombing. Strassmeir has denied knowing Tim other than seeing him at a gun show or two, but he’s lying. They were quite friendly in Arizona leading up to the bombing. Another visitor was Dennis Mahon, who, along with Strassmeir, is a protected government informant who is still operational. FBI 302 forms state that Strassmeir is a CIA asset, on loan from the German government, and that Mahon is an FBI asset. Both were identified by ATF informant Carol Howe as instigators of the Oklahoma City bombing.

Bruce explained that while he had started the militia, Tim and his fellow criminals ended it by creating the legend that the militia was willing to kill children. He said that this is the Leninist technique of creating scorn and revulsion for your enemies.

One day, while I was house-sitting for Tim, he drove up with Strassmeir in his car. He’d just found a box of kittens on the highway and he was looking for homes for them. I’ve still got the one he gave me.

Another visitor of Tim’s was Richard Guthrie, the son of CIA parents and also a Navy vet who was kicked out for painting a swastika on a locker or something. He was arrested for robbing banks for the Aryan Republican Army. Six months later, after promising a tell-all book about his activities, he decided to kill himself in his cell.

Campbell was supposed to be financed by a rich man in Chicago, Alex Magnus, to document the connection between the bombings at the WTC and OKC and the attack of September 11. Then Magnus developed stomach cancer and the deal was off. But Bruce was still trying to tie them together on his own. He was determined to do this to demonstrate that the militia not only had nothing to do with OKC but was in fact the target of the federal government’s conspiracy to murder federal employees and their children to cause revulsion for the militia, which had become a serious threat, in theory, to federal disarmament plans for Americans.

Bruce cited former CIA director and chief of the Phoenix assassination program William Colby’s letter to his former Phoenix Program colleague, John DeCamp, complaining that the militia had to be dealt with “justly or otherwise” because it was made up of millions of average, successful Americans.

His letter to DeCamp, written days before the bombing, reads in part as follows:

“I watched as the anti-war movement rendered it impossible for this country to conduct or win the Vietnam War. I tell you, dear friend, that this Militia and Patriot movement, in which, as an attorney you have become one of the centerpieces, is far more significant and far more dangerous for America than the anti-war movement ever was, if it is not intelligently dealt with. And I really mean this. It is not that these people are armed, that America need be concerned.  It is not that these people stockpile weapons and have para-military training sessions, that they are dangerous. They are dangerous, John, because there are so many of them. It is one thing to have a few nuts or dissidents. They can be dealt with, justly or otherwise, so that they do not pose a danger to the system. It is quite another situation when you have a true movement – millions of citizens – believing something, particularly when the movement is made up of society’s average, successful citizens.”

Bruce’s own mother, he said, assumed that he was involved in the bombing. Why? Because the militia did it and he started the militia. So Bruce felt he had quite a stake in placing the blame where it belongs. He also simply wants to get the criminals who did it.

I frankly didn’t know what to believe when they showed up. I liked Dr. Robbi and she gave me some natural remedies for my condition, which actually worked. But I really didn’t know who the men were. I had been pestered by reporters and had been misquoted so I really didn’t want to help these guys, who were also writers of some kind. The researcher who brought them had an irritating manner, as if he expected me and everyone else in Kingman just to open up and tell him everything. But Kingman had experienced a massive federal invasion right after the bombing. FBI’s were everywhere, interrogating everyone. My landlady, who had been Tim’s landlady, had the experience of the FBI questioning her about something they called al-Qaeda, which, of course, neither she nor anyone else had heard of in 1995. She thought they were talking about some guy named Al Kada. There was and is a lot of fear in Kingman, especially since September 11, and no one wants to cooperate with anyone who tries to show that the government may have been behind the Oklahoma City bombing. The feeling is that the government must not be questioned in the aftermath of the September 11 attack, which may have been the whole point of the attack.

Bruce and Dr. Robbi and the researcher [Brian Quig] actually interviewed an ex-FBI agent in Kingman named Lee Fabrizio, who admitted that he’d been transferred to Kingman a few months before the bombing from his post in Chicago, where he’d specialized in Arab terrorism! They said he acted as if his brains had been fried. He’d never heard of Andreas Strassmeir or Dennis Mahon and really couldn’t remember a damn thing about the investigation. Now, Fabrizio is running for office.

Well, after their visit things began happening. Local cops started driving by my place, pointedly stopping at the driveway. I was invaded one night by two cops who dragged me and my neighbor outside in the dark to be viewed by three characters in suits, who leaned against a car as they stared at me. My neighbor, Frank, was roughed up while they laid out all my guns on the dining room table. Frank’s father had been murdered in the next door house shortly before this. He was lying in a pool of blood but his death was ruled “natural causes” by the sheriff. So Frank was a little uptight. His father had helped this Middle Eastern guy move his stuff out of Tim’s house, which was my house by then, just after the bombing.

The neighbor lady told the FBI that she’d seen Tim with a Ryder truck parked out front with a bunch of blue barrels stored behind the house. This was a silly lie, of course. He never had a Ryder truck in Arizona and there were never any blue plastic barrels on the property. But some agency was encouraging her to spy on me all the time. She’d stare at me with binoculars. Every time I went shooting, and I’d have to put my guns in my car under her gaze, I would get a visit from the sheriff when I got home.

And then there was my friend, Bob. After Bruce started visiting, Bob got very curious about him and asked to read any material I had that Bruce had written. He kept his book for a couple of months. Bob was a Vietnam vet, too, and he started helping me with my cars. He offered to take phone messages, since I didn’t have a phone anymore. Whenever Bruce or Dr. Robbi would call him and leave a message, he never passed them on to me. He told everyone in Golden Valley that I was crazy and advised them to avoid me or to ignore what I said. There is no question that a deliberate program to alienate me from my friends and neighbors was conducted by some government agency. Normal people just don’t act the way they did, and many of them were downright scared.

I was deliberately run off the road as I walked home from the country store one day. If I hadn’t jumped into the ditch I’d have been struck. The store owner suddenly wouldn’t talk to me and just the other day she said, in a trembling voice, “We’re good people. We don’t want any trouble…!” I was coming back from her store again on foot, walking my dog, and I became aware of a car crunching along the dirt road from behind, pacing me. As it came alongside I turned and it was the sheriff himself, although he wasn’t driving. The driver was some strange-looking, Middle Eastern character. They just looked at me as they slowly, deliberately pulled away.

Last month I was out in the desert with Frank, shooting and relaxing. Then up rushes this guy in a pickup, hauling a big camp trailer. He jumped out and said we’d nearly hit him and his family with our bullets! But he came from the opposite direction than we’d been shooting. I’m a very safe and careful shooter but I apologized anyway. Then he said he had his wife and four daughters out here and he really needed to park where he could have a water supply. Maybe they were all in the trailer, I thought. The next day he rolls up in my yard uninvited, trailer and all. He invited me to see the inside of the thing and there were several TV monitors and other fancy equipment, including a satellite antenna on the roof. He told me that he was monitoring al-Jazeera TV in the Middle East! But there were no children or wives in the trailer. He said he’d come to Golden Valley (!) to get involved with the patriot movement there. I said, “What patriot movement?” I finally asked him to leave.

Then, while I was away from the house for a day or so, I returned to find it broken into and my lock ruined. Nothing was missing however. Bruce told me to make a police report. He said, they’ve already got the serial numbers of your guns and they obviously want you to have them.

He gave me a bunch of old Spotlight newspapers for something to read. I was shocked to read in a 1999 edition that the Jewish Anti-Defamation League had had an informant next to Tim for at least two years before the bombing! It was the ADL which tipped off the government that Tim had allegedly placed an ad in the Spotlight under the name “T. Tuttle.” How did they know that? They also told the government that Tim had supposedly bought a telephone calling card from the Spotlight under the name of “Daryl Bridges.” Again, how could they know this? This card was supposedly used by Tim to call the mysterious ex-Special Forces soldier and FBI informant Dave Holloway at Kirk Lyons’ law office just before Tim left for Kansas and Oklahoma. Holloway says that he advised Tim to rent a Ryder truck near an army base so he could use cash instead of a credit card.

Bruce learned that Dave Holloway had arranged for Andreas Strassmeir to live at the federal rest camp known as Elohim City in Muldrow, Oklahoma. Carol Howe told her federal handlers that Dennis Mahon and Tim McVeigh stayed with Strassmeir frequently at Elohim City, which is run by the Reverend Robert Millar, identified by FBI agents in the OKC grand jury as a long-time confidential informant. The ARA bank robbers all stayed there, too. Strassmeir styled himself as Chief of Security and would storm around, yelling that they better bomb something or he was going to leave!

After the bombing it was Dave Holloway who drove Strassmeir from Elohim City to the Mexican border where he was met by an associate who baby-sat the German on the Mexican side until his colleagues in GSG-9 flew in to take him back to Berlin. Strassmeir’s father is quite wealthy and was Helmut Kohl’s secretary of state.

But this Spotlight also had a picture of an Israeli named Svi Toval who is a dead ringer for Tim. In fact, Toval looks more like the drawing of John Doe 1 than Tim does. The suggestion was that Tim was being run by the Mossad and had at least one double.

Tim said when he was arrested that he was mind-controlled. Many people who knew him have said that he often acted in a mindless, robotic manner. And there was that strange episode when he moved from our house in Golden Valley into the motel in Kingman for ten days or so. The manager said he never came out the whole time. I couldn’t figure why he would do that or how he could afford it, since he had a house to live in five miles away. Now I’m wondering, based on my experience, if he wasn’t getting the same treatment in the house as I was? Maybe he was just trying to get away from the strange phenomena that I experienced there. Or maybe, as it has been suggested, he was receiving instructions at the motel.

There is no question that I have been mind-controlled for many years by VA doctors and what I now suspect to be a microwave generator in one of the houses near mine. Bruce and Dr. Robbi have pointed out that I am only comfortable in my house and that I experience anxiety when I am away from it. Dr. Robbi says that one’s mood can be manipulated by microwaves, giving one either anxiety or euphoria or anything in between. She came to my house last week to treat my shaking and nervousness and was suddenly stricken with omplete paralysis and nausea. She couldn’t move for over twelve hours. She recovered some time the next day but persuaded me that we were being microwaved from a close source and that we must leave. Bruce himself had stopped by two weeks earlier and then came down suddenly with acute appendicitis, which Dr. Robbi successfully treated without surgery, but it took about ten days of considerable pain. I believe that he, too, was zapped in some way.

The two of them persuaded me three days ago to leave Golden Valley and Tim’s old house. They said it would only get worse and that there was no reason to stay in Tim McVeigh’s house in any case. I insisted that I was not important enough for the government to try to manipulate. Bruce asked if Lee Oswald, Jack Ruby, Sirhan Sirhan, James Earl Ray or Tim McVeigh seemed important enough to manipulate? They were nobodies whom the government set up to bring great and sweeping change to this country. Bruce insisted that I dispose of my guns, which he said were identified during visits known and unknown and which the government was apparently quite happy for me to own. “Does Mannlicher Carcano mean anything to you? And that wasn’t even Oswald’s!” And, he pointed out, if you’re not going to use them, then those things are just a liability to you now. This from the guy who started the militia. But he was right and I sold them legally two days ago. Dr. Robbi especially believed that I was going to be the next McVeigh and kept asking me if I wanted to be the poster boy for martial law and disarmament? No, I did not.

What really alarmed her were my mood changes and my occasional statements that I just felt like killing someone. She’s deprogramming me and says that my occasional vacant gazing and panic attacks are normal and that I will get better. They both felt that my story should be written and distributed as quickly as possible for our own protection – hers and mine. Dr. Robbi has incurred the wrath of the medical establishment for her healing techniques (no profit there) and for her actual knowledge of corruption including murder and drug dealing and forged death certificates in the Arizona medical system. She and Bruce reported this corruption to the Phoenix police, but her factual reporting was suppressed by the police because high officials in the State of Arizona are involved.

Bruce called my house a dump. I really didn’t want to leave there, although I’d been threatening to do so for a year! He said, what’s your excuse for living in Tim McVeigh’s house in this day and age? With no electricity or phone, it was pretty primitive. But, as we were packing me up, I had this incredible feeling of euphoria and told Dr. Robbi that it was really okay, I didn’t really need to leave. She said, “What?! Get serious!” She’s been pretty hard on me, I must say. But we did have a curious visit just before we left, which prompted her to insist that we leave NOW.

A pickup truck hauling a technical-looking fifth wheel trailer with antennas and solar panels on the roof pulled up in front of my house, which is really in a rather desolate location with a number of double-wides and such scattered around. The house directly across the street from me isn’t bad but the new occupant is the local FEMA chief, which I admit did alarm me. Next to him is the lady with the binoculars. Two guys in matching outfits, complete with black baseball hats, got out of the truck and went a few yards up and down Hunt Road calling, “Here, kitty kitty!” Now, these guys had never been in the neighborhood but they’re searching for their lost cat? And while they were doing this silly thing, they’d be looking right at my house and motioning toward it to each other. Then the binocular lady came out and went up to them, also pointing at my house. Dr. Robbi went outside and was about to approach them to ask about their “lost cat,” when she saw one use his cell phone. They motioned to the binocular lady to join them behind a bush but I could still see them talking and referring to my direction. She then heard the one with the cell phone say into it, “Get a truck up here and get it up here now!” A truck? That did it. Robbi turned and came back to the house, telling me that we have to go NOW.  Whaddya mean, I asked. She told me what was coming so I reluctantly got some stuff into her car and we took off. We called Bruce and he came down to meet us in Laughlin, Nevada where we described the strange situation. He agreed with Robbi that we had to abandon the house and just go, which we are doing as this is written. We’re not gone – we’re long gone.

Now, I’m going to speculate a little regarding the guy I knew as Tim McVeigh. I will say first that the guy we all saw after the arrest was completely different from the Tim I knew. I’m not saying he was someone else but just that he never gave a hint of this sort of thing, bombing children or anything. His stone-face act made him a complete stranger to me. He really didn’t look like the guy I knew. A friend of Bruce told him that he’d encountered Tim at a gun show in Phoenix, selling The Turner Diaries. Bruce’s friend commented on the book being quite interesting but Tim just looked at him blankly. Tim didn’t have a racist bone in his body as far as I knew. Why would he sell a book which was probably quite offensive to him? Bruce says he was being sheep-dipped the way Oswald was when he was ordered by Guy Bannister to pass out pro-Castro leaflets in New Orleans to get him on record as a Communist. Tim was re-invented as a racist revolutionary who promoted the blowing up of federal buildings.

I mean, his sister read a letter from Tim to the grand jury in which he told her he was going into the Special Forces Covert Tactical Unit and would be breaking the law from time to time. He thought he would be going against drug dealers. Turned out he was going against the militia.

How could he afford even to buy cases of The Turner Diaries, which probably cost two or three hundred dollars? He had no money! But he was buying tables at gun shows, traveling around the country to meet with Strassmeir and Mahon and others. This costs money and he just didn’t have any. He had to work in the Kingman True Value hardware store just to pay the rent on the little two-room house.

His legal defense team complained to a friend of Bruce that Tim would not cooperate with his own defense. They said that he was convinced that his colleagues in the government would rescue him and that the trial was irrelevant.

There is no doubt in my mind that he figured he was going to survive the execution. He’d negotiated a no autopsy agreement and his “buddies,” whoever they were, were allowed to take his body to a secret location for cremation! Chandra Levy’s journalist friend, Susan Carlson, a witness to the execution, wrote that he appeared to be breathing after he was pronounced dead. Chandra Levy herself, an intern at the Bureau of Prisons, checked off Tim’s visitors at Terre Haute federal prison. It has been reported that she noted some twelve or more visits by Dr. Louis Jolyon West, the UCLA mind control expert for the CIA who pronounced Jack Ruby insane after he suggested a conspiracy in the JFK assassination. He also was the government psychiatrist who handled Sirhan Sirhan while he awaited trial. I seem to remember that Tim had mentioned being treated by Dr. West before he was arrested. He also complained to a reporter that he’d had some sort of electronic implant in his buttock. Jolly West was infamous for his early use of LSD on unsuspecting victims. He was the head of the CIA’s mind-control program known as MK-ULTRA and was a pioneer of electronic brain experimentation, as described in David Hoffman’s The Oklahoma City Bombing and the Politics of Terror.

It is now known that the MK (Mind Control) ULTRA program of the CIA utilized various university psychology departments to experiment on people such as I. Presumably I was an earlier victim than Tim was, of the same man, Louis Jolly West, considering that the University of Minnesota was running just such an MK program.

There is no doubt that Tim was a killer. He was decorated for his part in the burying alive of thousands of Iraqis in their trenches during Desert Storm. Tim’s job was to shoot any Iraqis who tried to get out of their trenches as a Bradley with a mine plow went alongside and buried them alive. He was in another Bradley equipped with a .50 caliber machine gun.

Dennis Mahon sent him a taped message at the El Reno federal prison congratulating him for being a good soldier and for keeping his mouth shut, but wasn’t the bomb supposed to go off at night? Tim responded, “No – we needed a body count.” His lawyer’s investigator, Richard Reyna, played the Mahon message for him and it was Richard Reyna who gave the laptop computer to the Dallas Morning News along with suggestions as to where the good stuff was – including the confession. Stephen Jones fired Reyna, who should have gone to prison for this, and Jones himself should have been disbarred and imprisoned for his part in the malpractice. The strange confession removed all doubt and sympathy for this anti-government, militia-connected child-killer. It resulted in his swift conviction and death sentence. Oddly, Tim was never accused of being a White racist by the very sensitive press, even though he’d been hawking the most virulent blueprint for White racism, The Turner Diaries, ever written.

But who is “we,” as in “We needed a body count?” The Special Forces Covert Tactical Unit, a CIA criminal organization?

Tim’s real role in the bombing is something of a mystery to me. I don’t know of any evidence other than a mysterious rear axle to indicate there was a Ryder truck in front of the Murrah Building. And this axle was found by none other than ex-FBI agent and Oklahoma governor Frank Keating, an opportunistic toady of George Bush I. Where’s the engine? If a rear axle, supposedly right under the big blast, could be blown downward and then bounce hundreds of feet away to be found by the governor, in good enough shape to read not only a part number but a “serial number” – where’s the engine block? Engine blocks do not evaporate. Where is any other part of the Ryder truck? Now, we all know that the building was blown professionally from the inside, but Tim supposedly put the deadly Ryder truck in front of the building. But where are all the security camera photos and films of him doing this? We were told that they exist but has anyone ever seen one? Can’t we infer at this late date that the films would show no Ryder truck in front of the building?

I’m not suggesting that Tim was innocent in any way, just because I knew him. He obviously played some role in this federal or Mossad (or both) conspiracy to kill people and demolish the militia, as Campbell says. But where’s the bomb crater in front of the building, even if a truck bomb was coordinated with demo charges inside the building? How come there was not one particle of ammonium nitrate found at the scene the way it was floating in the air at the WTC in ’93?

Unless he was mind-controlled, Tim deserved to die for any role he played in the bombing, but was his role simply to pretend to have done it as a disgruntled patriot? If he was such a desperado why didn’t he kill the cop who stopped him for speeding with a haywire license plate, instead of meekly handing over his pistol? And where’d he get the money for that yellow Mercury Cougar? Again, Tim had no money when I knew him. How could he drive a Ryder truck AND a Cougar from Kansas to OKC?

Maybe it seems dated and irrelevant to be discussing Oklahoma City in this new age of airliner cruise missiles used against skyscrapers. But Campbell’s idea is that we know that the FBI’s informant built the bomb for the 1993 WTC bombing at the direction of his FBI handlers. The FBI was willing to destroy one or both of the Trade Towers and to murder 50,000 or more people to create hatred for Moslems and support for Israel. But the inept bombers only killed a half-dozen people. By that time the militia was growing by leaps and bounds and had to be stopped somehow. The OKC massacre certainly accomplished that. The militia became a dirty word, as intended.

And then came September 11 and real hatred for Moslems and real support for Israel, as was meant to happen in 1993. Now we are reading that firemen in the Trade Towers were reporting hearing explosions just before each tower collapsed.

Is there any evidence that any Arab was on any of the four airliners? Seven of the nineteen supposed hijackers are alive and well in the Middle East! And what about the Israeli Mossad officers who were caught videotaping the attack and then dancing for joy as the towers collapsed? They were quietly returned to Israel.

It has been charged recently by the Zionist DoD war hawk, Paul Wolfowitz, that Tim was involved with the Iraqis, as a justification for another invasion of Iraq. However, in light of the ADL’s strange knowledge of Tim’s actions for the two years leading up to the bombing, we must look at the possibility that he was guided by the Mossad as well as by the CIA’s Andreas Strassmeir.

If these three crimes can be connected then support for our criminal government will evaporate faster than that missing engine block did.

I want to thank Dr. Robbi Skye and J B Campbell for persuading me to get out of Tim McVeigh’s house. Whatever the future holds for me, I really do not want to be blamed for a government crackdown on the American people. There are doubtless others such as I who are being manipulated to do something awful to justify the further nullification of the Bill of Rights. I believe all of the crazed mass killers who have “gone postal” were on Prozac or Zoloft prescribed for their “depression.” It is my hope that this information will help someone else such as I break free from the frightening, helpless state of rage caused by government mind-control.”