By Clayton R. Douglas
At times like this a song keeps running through my head. Building the Perfect Beast. “We have met the enemy and he is us!” When we are faced with a problem, and do nothing to correct the problem, then we are a Major Part of the Problem itself.
This article brings you a little more up-to-date on my efforts to restore and continue the Free American and to spare Americans from the horror the Russian people faced when the Bolsheviks (Communists) murdered the Czar and 60 million white Christian Russians .
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My life is a twisted tale of sadness, danger and loneliness. There are few happy endings. Many of my friends and guests have died, some just weeks after appearing on my show.
Recently my friend V.K. Durham (Grandma) died alone in a hospital last December. What once worked no longer works. That applies to business and personal relationships. I no longer try to sell advertising. Too many have been threatened and cannot withstand the kind of attacks as Allison Weir of “If Americans Knew” has been subjected to at the end of this article. Nor will I advertise for products or people I don’t know and can’t vouch for.
A few months ago I came home to Texas where I was born. For forty-five years I have traveled through 49 states and lived in half a dozen. My fiction series, the “Trevor Cameron Terrorist Hunter” series were written almost thirty years ago in Southern Florida and loosely based on a continuation of John D. MacDonald’s popular Travis McGee series.
My character was born in Texas to a woman named Molly B. that Travis slept with in MacDonald’s first McGee novel, “The Deep Blue Goodbye”. Neighbors accused me of being that character, the son of Travis McGee.
My answer was pretty standard. “Nope! My character is younger, stronger, better looking, got more money and killed more people!” That usually ended the conversation and I lost a lot of pseudo friends.
It was Miami where I published my first motorcycle magazine, “Rider’s Xchange”. It was there that I first published the story of Col. Edward P. Cutolo’s Operation Watchtower. It was in Miami that I was first threatened by the CIA.
The told me, “That story was pretty well vetted with Manuel Noriega’s trial so we are gonna let you live this time. Just don’t do something like that again.”
I was then lured to Albuquerque to help start Indian Motorcycles. I did that with articles in Easyriders and Motorcycle Industry. I was fired from Indian Motorcycle Manufacturing right before I started the Free American after discovering our engine manufacturer, Cyril Batten, had not been paid for the two engines he had built and no more were being produced for the orders Wayne Baughman was taking from his dealers. I released that story in Motorcycle Industry and Easyriders and put Baughman into bankruptcy.
MI continued my work with a series entitled “Made in America” I made a phone call to the lawyer handling the Baughman case and Philip S. Zanghi attempt prior to Baughman. I told him about a story I had done on Rey Sotelo of Gilroy California about his production of Ultra and others sold by Easyriders stores using American made S&S Cycle V-Twins. It wasn’t long before Rey had a huge factory producing Indians.
He hired Branscomb Richmond of Renegade fame to promote it. This attempt was not to last long. In 1995 Sotelo opened California Motorcycle Company in downtown Gilroy as a full-scale manufacturing operation. Indian Motorcycle Corporation bought CMC in 1999, and Sotelo joined IMC’s management team to assist with product development. Then he was forced out and set up. Former Indian Motorcycle CEO Rey Sotelo Arrested.
It’s been twenty years since my first Militia Meeting. Been over 40 years since I first left Texas to see the world. That first meeting consisted of the Wake Up America group out of Albuquerque. I arranged for a firearms instructor to give a class in safety. We met on a weekend at the NRA range just south of Raton. My teenage sons accompanied me. I advertised the meeting and used the term Militia in the Free American Magazine.
The ever-watchful ADL listed me in one of their multi-million printed fund raising brochures entitled, “Armed and Dangerous”. There was no secret agenda. No plot to overthrow the government. Just a fund raising plan by Jewish owned organizations with no thoughts as to the damage they would do to the life of a Vietnam era Vet who was somehow spared going there. Never really knew if I was spared having my name engraved on that wall in Washington by God or if the Devil had plans for me.
It was my last week of training. I had applied for Special Forces and Officers Candidate School. When I learned that I wasn’t accepted into OCS, I went into the sergeant in charge of the testing and raised hell! “ I have never failed a test. Why didn’t I get OCS?”
“You didn’t fail a test.“ He told me. “You scored so high they won’t let you in.” When I questioned the reasoning behind that logic, I was told, “Anyone with your IQ will question his orders.”
A week later my squad lined up to get our vaccinations for Vietnam. I could hear the men screaming as they got their last shot. We carried half of the men in our squad back to the barracks. I didn’t scream but that last shot knocked me to my knees. Two days later, I got ill in my tent on bivouac. My black sergeant didn’t think I was sick. Because I was being paralyzed I was the last one on the bus and the last one into the doctor’s office. The doctor asked what was wrong. With the last of my strength, I said, “I am sick you son of a bitch!” and passed out.
I woke up in a bed of ice with a couple of corpsmen complaining that their hands were freezing. I opened one eye and said, “You should be in this ice with me!”
I was told I would be sent to Fort Hood, given a medical discharge and a pension. Instead, once I was released from the hospital, I got a Honorable discharge under medical conditions a few days before they said my veterans benefits kicked in. It took me fifty years to get my service recognized.
Walked into the VA Hospital in Big Spring Texas and showed them my DD214. They said welcome and gave me a book on my VA Benefits. What good that will do me now, I have no idea, but it sure would have helped me ten years ago when they kept me drugged for 3 months to run up a ¾ million dollar hospital bill for 3 broken ribs!
Nothing I can do to change the past. But that magazine, radio show and Militia Movement has had more of an effect than enriching the fund raising efforts of a bunch of lying Jews. Shortly after the announcement of Operation Jade Helm I was invited to attend a local Meeting of Texas State Militia and other groups. The meeting was held on a small ranch just south of Big Spring, Texas where a few weeks ago the City Council INVITED Operation Jade Helm to operate in Big Spring.
Still, with twenty years of demonization and negative yellow journalism aimed at anyone who understands and supports the Second Amendment, the men and their families who attended this meeting were nothing close to negative images conjured up by Jewish Propaganda over the years. The seventeen-year-old boy from next door learned how clean and handle a rifle and did as well as any on the firing range.
The officer on the range was an Army Veteran with two tours in Iraq. His young daughter carried water and ammo and talked with the older ladies around a campfire cooking Smores and hot dogs. Scott, I will call him Scott, because my words and shows are closely monitored and I will not allow my friends to be subjected to the kind of harassment I have endured for 20 years.
Sitting around that campfire with these Texas families brought a sense of peace and purpose I have not felt for many years. I thought of and remembered the families just like this who were killed by our own government just a few miles away in Waco.
The outrage I felt as we watched 17 little children and their families killed has never faded. The resolve in my voice then, when I turned to my wife and said, “I will never sit back and watch something like that on television again without trying to do something,” is still with me.
As a result of this demonization, I lost almost everything I loved and had built to oppose this ruthless, covert conspiracy President Kennedy warned us about shortly before they killed him. After ten years of demonization the Zionists attempted to kill me also.
From the tapping of our phones by Israeli based companies, like Amdocs and Converse, a motorcycle accident was arranged and when that failed to kill me, they kept me drugged for 3 months and ran up a ¾ million dollar hospital bill for three broken ribs.. Pressure was put on my wife of 24 years to abandon me. Her father, financed by Jewish investors and involved with crooks like Billy Sol Estes when he was an assistant Secretary of Agriculture under Kennedy, told her he would disown her if she came back to me.
With no family for support, advertisers threatened, false rumors started, stockholders in publicly traded companies were pressured to oppose the sale of one of my companies to the publicly traded company. Stock prices began dropping and the CEO backed out of the sale. Contract in hand I walked away from the deal. Wouldn’t want to be in business with such a man.
A man who accepted lies from a foreign power and allowed himself to be intimidated and threatened. Who was this CEO of a publicly traded motorcycle company who would have benefited greatly from an ownership in an established magazine? Contract signed. Press release on Wall Street. International Pressure over a name… Clayton R. Douglas, deal squelched. Name tarnished. He was a man, an American, smart. He made a correct decision as far as his company was concerned. He was a man just like you and I!
The ADL and SPLC have the knowledge and the finances to devote to the destruction of one man and can, with the state of Israel and the Banksters in the City of London start and run wars.
With this kind of opposition, it has been almost impossible to rebuild or maintain a cohesive resistance or even run a publishing business on an extremely tight budget.
It is even more difficult to pinpoint the sources of the opposition and differentiate between accidents, coincidences, direct assaults or the well-intentioned efforts of friends and fans who sometimes do more damage that organized enemies.
I had my fifth wheel hauled to the Fort Worth area where I was born, hoping to make some connections and regain support. I found an RV park with wi-fi, a pool, showers and a Laundromat. I had managed to restore the Free American Magazine on line. But my efforts never really clicked. I soon learned that my site was blocked in libraries and major corporations by somehow labeling it a porno site, possibly because I have links to the Protocols of the Elders of Zion.
Right before my trip to Big Spring, the WiFi system at this RV Park went down for a month. I got settled in with a lady that might be compatible and seemed to appreciate who I was and what I had done. She liked my ongoing 2 hour radio show I had been doing for 20 years and I was able to continue that as an Internet presence for the ten years since my accident. I stayed in Big Spring and was able to continue my show uninterrupted. Then, suddenly Big Spring became the first town to get involved with Jade Helm!
“Jade Helm is a challenging eight-week joint military and Interagency (IA) Unconventional Warfare (UW) exercise conducted throughout Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, Utah and Colorado.” The term, “unconventional warfare (UW)” makes it clear that this exercise is not dealing with a Russian-backed “Red Dawn” invasion of the Southwestern United States by Russian backed Latin American partners. UW speaks to the guerrilla warfare (asymmetrical) nature of the anticipated and rehearsed conflict. Subsequently, it can be conclusively stated that Jade Helm is not preparing for a Red Dawn invasion, rather, they are preparing for a Red, White and Blue invasion. This is a massive rehearsal for martial law implementation as well as implementing the proverbial and much rumored Red and Blue List and the “snatch and grab” extractions of key resistance figures from the Independent Media as well as uncooperative political figures. The various provisions of Jade Helm make it clear just how dangerous this drill truly is.
The danger in Texas seemed to increase exponentially with my presence here.
On the eve of Jade Helm, a meeting of the Confederation of Clubs in Waco turned into a blood bath. The Twin Peaks restaurant refused to ban the Confederation of Clubs. Police stationed at least 22 cops including ten Swat officers from the Waco P.D. and the Texas Department of Public Safety in the parking lot outside the restaurant.
They did not station either uniformed or plainclothes officers in the restaurant. The shove in the bathroom became a scuffle in the restaurant.
When about 30 Bandidos, Cossacks, Scimitars and other bikers spilled into the parking between the Twin peaks and the Don Carlos Mexican restaurant next door, the police were waiting for them. The scuffle became a knife fight and several men were stabbed. When one of the combatants produced a gun the Swat team opened fire with automatic weapons. Multiple sources have told The Aging Rebel that police killed all of the dead.