3 Americas 04 Down the Oregoon Trail, Into the Valley of Sickness

(Last updated: September 5, 2020)
3 Americas: Down the Oregoon Trail, Into the Valley of Sickness
by DR Wolfe

{As I continue a full revision, this is one of the new chapters from my revised autobiography, “3 Americas”.}

(Includes strong language.)

“You got any money, I need beer money!” An angry voice said, as I felt his hand push into my chest.

Taking a quick step back, I instinctively grabbed the man’s wrist and pulled him past me, and down. This was an old wrestling move I hadn’t used for years, but as long as you can still move, you never forget an athletic move you’ve practiced hundreds of times. I suppose any former-athlete would say that–

Even before the man touched me, I had heard someone arguing with Olga, who was walking about ten feet in front of me. Olga Espinola was my roommate at the time, and was also blind.

We had met in Atlanta through a group called the “Blind Adventurers”. It was a hiking club for the blind and visually-impaired that traveled and explored north Georgia and southern Tennessee.

So when the man came up to me, and put his hand on my chest, I immediately assumed he had a weapon in the other hand.

Quickly I dropped my cane and grabbed his arm with my other hand. Then I pulled him past me in an arm drag move and forced him to the ground.

Partly out of fear, and partly out of anger, I began pounding him with my fist, as a small crowd from Churchill High School, which was directly across the street, began to gather.

After getting off the bus, we had turned up Churchill Street, near Churchill High School, were on our way home.

apparently the man who assaulted us, and demanded money, was the man who had tried to take away my folding cane a few minutes earlier.

The driver pulled over the bus, and quickly removed him, but apparently, to our misfortune, it had happened just before our stop.

So when the man got off the bus, he ran ahead of us and waited. But like so much in the valley, it didn’t work out the way he had planned.

The Willamette Valley — the “Valley of Sickness”, as the Native-Americans called it, runs down the western side of the state. It starts in Portland and runs down just south of Eugene, where the University of Oregon is located.

The Cascades runs along the east side of the valley , and the coastal range is to the west. The 14,000 foot Mount Hood, like a vulture, sits at the northern end of the Cascades and glares down over Portland. While the Three Sisters, a combination of three smaller narrow mountains, sits at the most southern end of the valley, as if they were trying to make their escape from the evil that lurks below.

Because the air was trapped in the valley during the hot summers, the area was known to the Native-Americans to cause a sickness in the people, if they stayed to long. This is still true today, although for a different reason.

Back when I was more forgiving, before I understood how truly vicious these Oregoons were toward men with disabilities, as well as blacks and the Native-Americans. The Lane County DA, Douglas Harcleroad, had one of his minions talk us into letting the guy off with treatment, because he obviously had a serious drinking problem.

Except, three weeks later our dog, Diva, was poisoned, and died.

After Olga called me from the animal hospital and gave me the sad news, I immediately began to suspect our assailant was involved. However, Olga quickly, almost too quickly, dismissed this idea saying, “I don’t think so. The vet said it was a biological poisoning.”

And all sorts of red flags went off, again. Why would it matter if someone used some kind of chemical, or something biological? It didn’t make sense.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t go to the hospital with her and the dog, and maybe my unconscious brain knew something wasn’t right…

Just a few hours before the dog died, Olga had made fish for dinner. And my fish, which I ignorantly gave to the dog, was extremely under cooked. When I mentioned it, she agreed that she probably hadn’t cooked the fish enough, but seemed distracted and maybe a little nervous.

Apparently, she didn’t hear me, or didn’t feel there was any harm in giving it to the dog; She didn’t stop me when I automatically scraped my plate into Diva’s bowl, as I had done hundreds of times before.

So was Olga embarrassed that she may have killed her own dog? Or was the fish intended for me, and maybe I was the one who was supposed to die that night?

And the DA, Harcleroad, would have done everything to defend Olga, I’m sure. I know, he and some of his friends in the media hated everyone who was involved in the marijuana movement to legalize the drug, even if it was just medical.

I can hear him saying, “It was a horrible tragedy, but obviously it was an accident. There’s absolutely no evidence that Olga, who is blind by the way, intended to serve her boyfriend fish that wasn’t completely cooked. Obviously, if he were stoned, he would have noticed and stopped eating. Nevertheless, it’s a terrible tragedy–”

Given my own history of political activism, it was a curious coincidence that I met someone like Olga, given her own unusual political history, constantly rubbing elbows with the Boston and Wellsley elite.

Around 1958, apparently the entire Espinola family was expelled from Cuba. While I don’t know if Olga’s father was one of the corrupt members of the Cuban legislature, I do know that he had been a prominent legislator in the Cuban parliament under the control of Landsky and the Jewish Mob, who ran Boston and Cuba at the time.

Castro said, the theft of the country’s wealth by the politicians and the mob is unacceptable. So he started a revolution. The result was that Olga’s family was all flown to Boston with nothing but the clothes on their back.

But he could have killed all of them. That’s what usually happens when there’s a revolution and the politicians in charge are accused of having looted the country’s wealth.

But apparently their poverty didn’t last long. When we met, her father had passed away. Her mother, as well as her brother and his wife lived in a very expensive three story house in Jamaica Plains, worth over a half million dollars. And unlike most American ids who are born blind, Olga seemed to receive a tremendous amount of extra benefits and education growing up from the American government.

It’s true, she’s right about one thing, Castro became a brutal dictator, but in the beginning he was a populist and a socialist.

He saw how Meyer Lansky and the Jewish mob out of Boston had bought off the Cuban legislature, and were using the casinos to steal most of the prosperity from the fertile lands and people of Cuba. So he, and twelve other brave men took the country back!

After Castro, and his twelve followers, were able to remove the mob and corrupt government, he expelled all of the members of the legislature and their families, with nothing other than the shirts on their backs.

Just as America is today, back then our government was primarily owned and controlled by the international Zionists deep state (who we theorists against criminal conspirators know did 9-11, the Oklahoma City bombing, the bombing of the U.S.s. Liberty, killing both of the Kennedy brothers, and so much more).

After dozens of unsuccessful attempts on his life, and the attack on his country’s economy, he became a ruthless leader. Meanwhile, Elliott Abrams and the United States is doing the same thing today to Venezuela (in order to install yet another American puppet in Latin America).

However, according to the Carter Center and former-President Carter, Venezuela’s elections are completely fair and democratic, unlike ours.

meanwhile, my mail carrier and the park’s manager have gotten away with stealing three of my ballots in the last three years . Two of these thefts have been reported in writing to the government, yet no one has ever been charged with those crimes).

So, after being targeted by America and the mob, Castro joined forces with the former-Soviet Union. In exchange for their support and protection, Russia demanded that he declare himself and his country as being Marxist-communist. Similar to how the Jewish, “capitalist” mob runs our media, Castro was, and continues to be, portrayed as being a villain…when the truth, just like me, is the complete opposite.

Here’s a couple of interesting facts involving Olga, Boston, NPR, and the Jewish mob.

After 9-11, the corporate media never once brought up that the F.B.I. Director, Robert Mueller, (a.k.a. “Bobby Mole”) had previously been working with a brutal Boston mobster named Whitey Bulger, who was recently murdered in prison.

Thanks to the alternative media, today we know a few more details about these two men, and their relationship while living in Boston.

According to multiple sources, apparently Mueller assisted Bulger and the mob in killing dozens of people in and around Boston, and then apparently Bobby Mueller and the F.B.I. arranged to help Bulger escape to California and avoid prosecution. He was able to successfully hide out for the next sixteen years, until his girlfriend turned him him in.

But how could our government not find a mobster like Whitey Bulger over all this time? Any reasonable person would have to ask?

So it’s very likely Olga, or more likely, her older brother, Cola, are connected to the Boston mob, and the Deep State, in some way, providing them with protection. And maybe that’s why some powerful people have been trying to destroy my life and eventually kill me–

Of course, the modern mob of today (working under the protection of the government) would much prefer their victims kill themselves, or make it seem that way, like Gary Webb and Phillip Marshall. And that’s apparently been the plan for me…since the poison fish didn’t work–

Along with attending Wellesley, where Hillary Clinton also graduated, Olga wrote two books. Including a book about technology for the blind with a woman from National Public Radio in Boston.

NPR’s two day promotion of Jewish author, Mitchell Zuckoff’s, new bullshit book called “The [fake] Story of 9-11”, a crime who most intelligent Americans believe involved the State of Israel and the Jewish international mob (and apparently Bobby Mueller and our own government).

So Olga’s connection to the Boston mob (and my attempted murder) seem even more suspicious.

In addition, Dave Miller, April Bear and the Portland public radio station, along with several of the other local media companies, I know have been deeply involved in my public shaming and daily torture (along with my slow murder). Which I describe in great detail in this and several other chapters.

It’s hard to believe that Olga would have had anything to do with what happened to me next, and still continues today, but there’s some other reasons why I believe that may be true.

When Olga and I lived in Atlanta we attended the National Federation for the Blind (NFB) convention in New Orleans.

We got up around 4:30 a.m. to catch our flight. I had only flown once before, and was amazed that the plane with nine rows across. Although there was hardly anyone on the flight, and we had the five middle seats to ourselves.

But neither one of us could sleep, so we tried to catch a nap when we got to New Orleans. First we locked the door, but apparently forgot to put out the “Do not disturb” sign.

Subsequently, the maid walked in on us. She knocked, but unlocked the door at the same time, and we were offended that she didn’t give us enough time to respond before unlocking and opening the door. So we got dressed and notified the front desk that we felt embarrassed by what happened and would be switching hotels. We didn’t ask for any damages or any other form of consideration, simply informed the manager of what happened. Then we cancelled our reservation and waited outside for a cab.

Unknown to us, fearing a lawsuit, the hotel manager informed the President of NFB, Kenneth Jernigan. In all of his arrogance he decided to make an example of us. He was given our names, and obviously, recognized Olga’s name, because of the two books about blindness technology she wrote.

We were sitting in one of the convention hall rooms, and there were about seventy-five people present. Jernigan came in on the arm of “Mrs. Jernigan #4”, and addressed the audience.

“Yesterday we had an unfortunate incident at one of the hotels serving the convention. I understand that there was a couple that just couldn’t wait to jump in the sack, and forgot to lock the door.” The crowd laughed, while Olga and I remained silent.

His suggestion that we couldn’t wait to have sex is absurd, since Olga and I lived together and could have sex any time we wanted. This seemed especially rude, and perhaps a reflection of his own dirty mind. And this is a man that has had four different wives, cheating on at least one of them.

For him to assume that we carelessly left the door unlocked while we engaged in this sort of debauchery, having sex in the middle of the afternoon, is rediculous!

But King Jernigan, as Marc Maurer and many of the elitists with NFB would call him, isn’t the honorable gentlemen he pretended to be.

According to an article in the Baltimore Sun, he was receiving a six figure salary and living the high life off the backs of the blind, most of whom were on a fixed income. While he’s living in a 23 room mini-mansion.

It was common knowledge among the sighted that he was rarely seen traveling alone, even though he wrote a book called, ironically , “Walking Alone and Marching Together”.

But the Federation under Jernigan was a corporate whore, taking money from who ever would give it, no matter how sleazy. At the same time they were working against the interests of the blind, helping the corporations and the government save money by not providing these costly accommodations, Which, as the example below proves, were desperately needed.

Under Jernigan, they opposed putting bumps on the edge of the track for light rail trains. When a woman from Boston, and then another woman from D.C., were killed by trains when they fell off the edge, the government changed its position. The U.S. Department of Transportation decided to make this accommodation, despite the NFB’s fierce opposition.

And they opposed making bills different sizes. Arguing that the blind should learn to adapt to the world, not the other way around. But apparently this didn’t apply to Kenneth Jernigan himself, who apparently couldn’t walk anywhere in public unless he was leaching onto the arm of some woman.

But the most arrogant thing the NFB ever did, and still does, is not allowing its members to belong to any other blindness organization. Since there’s no way the national office can enforce this policy, they told the presidents of each chapter to find out who belonged to “the other group”, and make them choose. Obviously, they were targeting the members of the American Council for the Blind (ACB), and here’s why.

This policy was adopted by Jernigan and the other elitists at NFB because some of its members became discontented with the positions of the NFB, and their leadership. So they formed another group, the ACB. Many states, such as Florida, refuse to enforce the federation’s fascist policy.

However, neither group has very many active members, as compared to the actual number of blind and visually-impaired people in the United States. There are only a few dozen ravenous members in the NFB, and there are approximately 6.5 million blind and visually-impaired people in America. So for either group to pretend they represent the blind community, as the NFB often does, is absurd.

So I suspect what has happened to me involving the Oregon Commission for the Blind has something to do with Olga, Kenneth Jernigan, and their blind friends.

From the very moment I began my relationship with the Oregon Commission for the Blind in the fall of 1998 there were things that bothered me about the agency, and its true intentions. First, my counselor had made several odd comments to me about Kentucky, and once even saying something out of the blue about “going after people with deep pockets”. Then one day she began sharing private information with me about another female client, and her troubled marriage.

As I mentioned in a different chapter, she obviously wanted us to hook up, and sent us on two over night trips to Portland, alone. This happened about a year before Olga moved to Eugene. And since Olga had been working for the Commission as a private contractor…

So let me go back to the fall of 1998. About a year earlier when I attended a small business training conference in Portland. Not surprisingly, neither Linda Mock or her “partner in crime”, Lynda van Doren, bothered to have any of the written materials put into braille for the two blind clients who attended. Apparently, she was too busy entertaining the Governor, John Kitzhaber. Or that’s the rumor that was going around, after Kitzhaber had promoted her in 2000 to head the state’s blind agency…

So in December of 1999 I wrote to the OCB’s Assistant Administrator, Linda Mock, asking to re-attend the exact same training conference being held again the following month, now that presumably the materials would also be available in an accessible format to the agency’s totally blind clients?

Apparently, Mock didn’t appreciate me pointing out this undisputed fact and her own incompetency, in preparing for the conference, and sent me a nasty E mail in retaliation, that according to my speech program began, “Dear Mr. Boner!”

Not surprisingly, when I filed a complaint of sexual harassment to her boss, Charlie Young, and appealed her decision, he claimed her sexual abusive E mail was a “simple” typing error and denied my appeal to re-attend the small business training conference.

In response, I asked Young for a copy of my file, and stated my intentions to seek vocational services in the future through the state’s vocational rehabilitation agency [Voc Rehab], where all other disabled Oregonians receive services.

Based on the next letter I got from him, I knew Young was REALLY pissed off abut me challenging his absolute authority over all of the blind people in Oregon!

In his letter, he arrogantly wrote back saying Oregon state law prohibited me from receiving any vocational services from any other state rehabilitation agency, other than the Commission. He went on to explain, in the most unfriendly terms, I would also need to send him $220 if I wanted a copy of my personal file (to hopefully find out exactly what the bigots from Bigotucky had told them about me).

So I appealed to the State Attorney General, Hardy Myers, and the governor, regarding my right to seek services from Voc Rehab and to be charged such an exorbitant fee for my own personal file. I also included a copy of Mock’s sexually offensive E mail and demanded she be properly disciplined.

Charlie Young was partly right about this unknown Oregon statute, but that didn’t make it legal or constitutional (like a lot of the laws they have used against me). Not surprisingly, the bigots at the Oregon Legislature in Salem had passed a law barring any visually-impaired citizen of the state from seeking state services from any other agency, other than the “amorous commission”.

But I knew the Oregon law violated both my right to choose under the ADA and my First and Fourteenth Amendment rights under the U.S. Constitution.

So in the early spring of 2000 I wrote to both Myers and the governor, who was the same exact John Kitzhaber who resigned in disgrace during his forth term about twelve years later.

Not surprisingly, I heard nothing from Governor Kitzhaber, but this dirty Jewish lawyer from Chicago named David Schulman wrote back and made this ridiculous claim that I would need to prove there was a ‘public interest before the State would agree to reduce or waive the $200 fee’. As mentioned, I argued that the fee was both exorbitant, and unjustified. I also argued this was clearly retaliatory, and that there was a pattern of this sort of misconduct from this particular state agency toward clients.

In response to Schulman’s deceitful letter, I wrote back to Myers and pointed out that Schulman’s response had completely ignored the question of whether or not I could seek services from Voc Rehab, and made no mention of how the State would handle the complaint regarding the charge of sexual harassment I had filed against Linda Mock.

I went on to explain how absurd Mr. Shlulman’s argument was, claiming I somehow needed to prove there was “a public interest” before the State would reduce or waive the fee.

In no uncertain terms I stated to Myers that just because I honestly stated that, if necessary or appropriate, I intended to release some of this personal information from my personal file to the public to document how truly corrupt (and sexually aggressive) this state agency was behaving, did not give the State the right to extort me, financially.

Imagine this. This is my own personal file, and if I wanted to know what was in it I would have to pay the state $1 per page to get a copy!

Not surprisingly, I never heard back from Hardy Myers or his office again, but I did receive my file a couple weeks later (for no charge). And my effort to receive services through Voc Rehab was temporarily granted…until they came up with another dirty plan to sabotage my future after I moved to Portland and enrolled into Portland State University’s computer science program (as I explain below.

So pointing out this obvious bigotry to Hardy Myers and his Jewish pals (from “Snob Hill”) is why I believe the Commission, the friend of Governor Neil “child-rapist” Goldschmidt (the former-SAG, Governor Ted Kulongoski), and the Democreeps (and a few Oregoon RepubliCons and Democreeps) came after me four years later…and kept their explicit promise to “destroy” me and my educational goals, once again.

And maybe that’s when they began searching for an unmarried woman from Eugene, who had one or two young daughters (who they could claim had been sexually abused by me).

Maybe they knew they needed a woman with a history of sexual abuse, who had both an alcohol and drug problem, who would be the perfect young woman to manipulate into believing she was “doing a good thing by helping us take this sick bastard out!”

And maybe they told her, “We’ll make sure you get one of the best scholarships anywhere (worth over $200,000).”

As I explain below, in the summer of 1999 I was told by the female client previously mentioned, who also attended that same infamous, inaccessible small business “training” overnight session in Portland, that she had once recorded a peer mentoring meeting in the summer of 1999 in which a gender-impaired volunteer from Voc Rehab named Jeaneen told her after the meeting “We’re going to destroy him [Don]!”

So later that week, I came over to her house and she played the recording for me but regrettably was afraid to give the tape to me so that I could make a copy of it.

She told me she was worried that she would also be retaliated against. I remember, she said something like, ‘she had her kids to think about’.

You see, I had been a peer mentor in Lane County’s peer mentoring program…until I began asking why Buddy McKay was charging the state $30 per hour for our services, and only paying us $10 per hour, while he was keeping $20 for every hour we worked?

Obviously, I wasn’t the kind of schmuck Geof Webb and Voc Rehab wanted for their “peer mentoring” program…and why one of his employees/volunteers, Jeaneen, had threatened to “destroy” me at the very next peer mentoring meeting.

But this is how Oregon’s peer mentoring program works. McKay, who was completely able-bodied, hired a “token cripple” named Justin. Once a month we would meet with Justin for “training” sessions, the state would be billed almost $1000 each time. Except, not only do I feel Justin was incapable of training anyone, to do anything, other than how to rip off the state, we were fed these crappy sack lunches and paid $30 each to attend. Where we learned absolutely nothing, other than how to fill out Buddy McKay’s intentionally confusing, complicated forms, which to the unknowing state auditor may have given the impression that we, as peer mentors, were actually accomplishing some sort of intended objective for some unknown stated purpose.

When you add up the fees McKay was charging the state for running this bullshit program in at least three different cities, I estimate McKay and and hapless henchman, Justin, were pocketing around $100,000 per year. I know, the mentoring scam was running for at least two years, from 1999-2001.

A few years ago, I learned from my licensed care-giver at the time, Kasara Lither, that she also had a female client, Georgia, who was severely disabled, working out of the Milwaukie Voc Rehab Office, answering calls from Oregonians with disabilities who were being discriminated against.

According to Kasara, because of her disability not only was this woman incapable of providing any sort of competent assistance to people with disabilities, she was being paid to stay home every Friday, where she would shop online all day…while being paid by Clackamas County Voc Rehab to work the entire week.

Much like the state’s CAP [Client Assistance Program], or DRO [disability Rights Oregon] you should know almost every one of these entities or programs are intentionally designed by the state to not provide any sort of useful help to Oregon’s most vulnerable population — Oregonians with disabilities.

But this sort of hypocrisy and corruption is commonplace throughout Oregon’s disability rehabilitation system.

As this chapter outlines. it is probably why I was such a threat to the Coordinator of the Commission, Charlie Young, and his fellow Voc Rehab con artists. As this book proves, my reputation as a whistleblower was well-documented long before I came to Oregon.

However, the State of Kentucky made sure my vocational counselor, Kathlene O’Giblien, knew all about their version of “it”. But here’s the truth about Oregon,a truth the Oregoonians will never admit.

For example, in 1999 while I was a “peer mentor” in Eugene, the only client I was assigned to “mentored” had some sort of mental impairment. When we met, he claimed he was developing a method where he could listen to several different audio sources at the same time.

To any one else, I’m sure he sounded completely crazy! And although I knew it was a set up, and he was probably a rookie cop or a want-to-be shrink (or some broke grad student needing cash), the idea isn’t completely crazy–

I believe he was actually hired by the State of Oregon and Buddy McKay for the purpose of embarrassing and/or discrediting me, since on Saturday I would often listen to two, or three, or four, fakeball games at the same time (which probably drove my roommates and neighbors crazy).

I would put one game on the living-room TV, one on the bedroom TV, and another game or two on the radios in the kitchen and bathroom. If you’re a college fakeball addict you probably already know this, but because of all the delays between plays, and endless commercials, it makes a lot more sense (and healthier))to walk from room to room, rather than being a slave to the couch and constantly flipping from channel to channel.

Let’s do the math? You may know, there are about 150 plays in every game, and each play is about ten or fifteen seconds long. This works out to about thirty or forty minutes of playing time for each game, even though in reality the average game lasts about three hours.

So it broadcasters really wanted to help the fans, and would be willing to coordinate every play with the other games available at that time, we should be able to watch and/or listen to at least four or five games over that same three hours. Since I know that I don’t want to buy any of their crap or hear most of their commentary, I would do my very best, before I overcame my sports addiction, to utilized each and every minute of every Saturday. Do you think that’s crazy?

And “they” think they can behave in such reckless ways toward us, the little people (and get away with it), to go out of their way to deliberately make one of their adversaries [me] look crazy by hiring this phony client through this phony mentoring program, with public money. Is there some public interest being served, by making this whistleblower look crazy?

Think about this. Despite being blind, under Oregon’s “mentoring” program I was never assigned even one client with a physical disability, including blindness, which might have made some sense, if the program was actually about having Oregonians with disabilities mentoring other Oregonians with similar disabilities, rather than protecting these four gay crooks (although Justin may not be gender-impaired).

As I mentioned in another chapter, I believe it can actually be harmful to have a person, with no professional training, mentoring or instructing a person with a different type of impairment. This is what makes disabilities so unique, since no two people, even with the same impairment, are ever the same, in terms of knowing how to best cope with their individual situation.

For example, almost all blind people will tell you that it is far worst to have a partially sighted person leading them around, rather than a person with perfect vision.

This is because, to effectively mentor a person, there has to be a feeling of equality between the two people. And, why there are some exceptions to this rule, partially sighted people tend to often be domineering and controlling, over a totally-blind person

Usually viewing the completely blind person as being inferior to them. This shouldn’t surprise the reader, since partially sighted people often find themselves being discriminated against by the fully-sighted world, including friends and family.

So back to the secret recording, I knew having a copy of the explicit threat that McKay and his friends had made against me that summer would have been very helpful for my long-term future. Unfortunately, the other client was convinced to destroy the tape, and sent me an E mail, saying she had destroyed the tape, which I kept.

“you better stay away from me. And you better stay away from my kids!” She added, in the post script of the message.

“What are you talking about?” I asked myself, and decided to ignore her E mail (and saved a copy).

Obviously, she was implying that something inappropriate happened, which she knew was untrue. And that’s ironic, considering what one of her friends, a rehabilitation teacher with the Commission had done to me that summer.

Earlier that summer, I went into my vocational counselor’s office, Katherine O’Giblien, to discuss one of my business plans. At some point I kneeled down to tie my shoe, when this rehabilitation teacher came into the office.

Coming over to where I was kneeling, a foot or so away from my face, she said “There’s something else you can do while you’re down there.” O’Giblien snickered..

Imagine if two male state employees did this to a female client, who was blind?

“Hey, while you’re down there, would you mind sucking this for me, bitch.” And the other one, a vocational counselor, says, “that’s fucking hilarious, Pat!” And they both laugh.

I was trying to have a business plan, about an automated coffee shop, be given some serious consideration. But that’s the hypocrisy of the Oregoonians–

Obviously, Harcleroad and the creeps from the SAG had already devised a strategy they would use against me four years later (to try and “destroy me”, and my credibility). And this client and O’Giblien may have been a part of the plan.

Not to mention, apparently Katherine O’Giblien’s husband worked as a propaganda writer for NIDA, belittling the medical use of marijuana.

And maybe the Coordinator of the Commission, Charlie Young, is coordinating all of it…

Later that summer, in 2001, I was unexpectedly released from my job by the Department of Commerce, just a few days after Olga left for California.

However. it was interesting how I got the job.

I was hired over the phone, so they didn’t know anything about me. I didn’t tell them I was blind, and just showed up for the training. It was kind of funny, seeing them scramble around over my presence.

At first, they tried to send me away. And when I refused, they conferred with their boss, Mike Steenhout, he told them to make what ever accommodations necessary. Apparently, according to the Seattle Office, I was the first totally blind person to apply for a census taker position in the northwest.

It was decided that I would help out on Thursday of that week, at a local homeless shelter. However, that would be my first and last day working for the Department of Commerce.

Suspecting this was the plan, to appease me for one day and send me away. So I called the Register Guard and one of the local television stations, saying I had a friend who was going to be the first totally blind census taker in the Northwest. I gave them the time and location, and to my surprise they showed up–

My supervisor, “Yummi”, called Steenhout immediately. He told her not to let me speak to the press, and immediately drove out to the location.

“Were not required to follow the ADA,” the porky Jewish, ex-Marine informed me, when I tried to explained that the Department’s hiring practice were discriminatory.

Mike Steenhout, was the kind of guy who would make most people either hate Jews, or hate marines. And maybe, both–

His smug, arrogant way of always being right, no matter the situation, made him difficult to deal with. But he was the boss, and everybody knew it. An ROTC graduate, made him an officer in Iraq, and he treated us all like privates, in his private army.

I would figure this out years later, but the Department of Commerce is filled with these sort of elitist. The “chosen people”, as they like to say. Although most of them, on the west coast anyway, are mostly atheist, or in a few cases, just plain devil worshipers–

Make no mistake, the Census Bureau, like the Department of Commerce itself, is all about the money, baby! If it were really about helping the people, and voting, the Census Bureau would be under the Department of Health and Human Services, not Commerce.

“Okay, but I’ll have to tell the media that the Department of Commerce discriminates against the disabled and the law needs to be changed to prevent this exemption,” I said, calmly.

“So, what do you want?” He asked. And I said I wanted an office job, answering telephone questions about the census, and I’ll say what ever you want to the press.

He called Seattle, and after a long while, reluctantly agreed, while the press waited outside.

I have little doubt this front page article about me being the first Census Taker in the Northwest is what really pissed off the commission for the Blind, and why John Kitzhaber, Mark Abrams and the Democreeps (and a few of these pressitutes) had to try to completely destroy my reputation, even if that eventually meant committing murder!

After I was let go, I had to wonder if Olga also had something to do with me being denied entrance into Kentucky’s law school in 1998, which Drusilla Bakkard refused to explain. Apparently having a blind applicant who graduated with honors didn’t impress them much, since my family wasn’t tied to the Boston mob (and I didn’t graduate from some ivy league school?

Did Olga, or one of her influential ivy league friends, have something to do with keeping me out of law school (after I moved out of Olga’s home in Atlanta, and up to Lexington)?

I remember when we first met, she went on and on about how some prophecy had been fulfilled for her, by us getting together. It all sounded pretty crazy, but I went along with it and we became lovers for a time.

Despite her psychic friend from Boston about us, it wasn’t a good match for me. So why I agreed to move in with her again, after she decided to move to Oregon a few years later, I don’t know–

While we lived in Atlanta, Olga also worked for a telecommunication company called premier. And apparently there’s some connection between Premier and my current phone company, Century Link.

The former phone company, QWEST suddenly sold the company just after it decided to deny the government request to spy on its customers, unlike all of the other telecommunication companies. And Senator Obama voted for immunity–

I do know century Link (or New American Century Link, as I call them) has been deeply involved in the daily harassment I’ve been describing, including sending someone into my RV a few years ago at night to sexually assault me!

One morning I woke up feeling drugged and could hardly walk. For almost five days my rectum was bleeding for no reason…as though someone had jammed something up my ass while I was sleeping (and apparently drugged me)! Just like the pigs did to a man in New York with a broom stick. As these writings prove, Oregon has some of the dirtiest pigs, correction creeps, politicians, judges and lawyers in America!

And once, a short time later, I found my telephone box laying in the yard, completely ripped away from its pole.

When the phone company came out to fix it, without asking me, the idiot telephone “repair” guy installed an extra jack attached to a long cord, which he conveniently laid on the back bumper of my RV!

Ask yourself, does it make any sense that the phone company would put in an extra jack, without asking the owner, which would make my phone service available at night to anyone in the trailer park who wanted to use it?

So within days of Diva’s poisoning, Olga announced she was moving to California, but I told her I couldn’t because I had a job with the Census Bureau until the end of October. But as I mentioned, I was “let go” by the Department of Commerce, who is apparently exempt from the ADA, about a week after Olga moved out of Eugene.

After deciding there was no future in Kentucky for me, I decided to invest the last of my resources into moving west. And I mistakenly chose Oregon because of my interest in helping with the new medical marijuana proposition…and maybe that’s why the Lane County District Attorney and the Eugene cops had it out for me from the very beginning.

And that’s where this part of the horror story begins — in Clackamas County.