“3 Americas 04 Down the Oregoon Trail, Into the Valley of Sickness” (autobiography)

(Last updated: July 9, 2019)
(Published: August 12, 2018)
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 blind 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 may have a weapon in the other hand.

After quickly grabbing his arm with my other hand I pulled him past me in an arm drag move and forced him to the ground. But I still didn’t know if he had a weapon in the other hand. Just as quickly I covered him with my body, dropping my white cane.

Partly out of fear, and partly out of anger, I began pounding him with my fist, as a large crowd from Churchill High School began to gather.

After getting off the bus, we turned down Churchill Street, which was just across from the high school. Although I suspected it was true, apparently the man who assaulted us, and demanded money, was the man who had tried to take away my folding cane on the bus a few minutes earlier.

The driver pulled over the bus and removed the other passenger, but apparently it had happened just before our stop.

So when the man got off the bus, he ran ahead of us and waited.

Back when I was more forgiving, and before I understood how truly vicious these Oregoons were toward people with disabilities, the Lane County DA talked us into letting the guy off with treatment, because he obviously had a serious drinking problem. Except, regrettably 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 biological poisoning.”

And all sorts of red flags went off, again. Why would it matter if someone used a 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. And apparently, she didn’t hear me, or didn’t feel there was any harm in giving it to the dog since she didn’t stop me when I automatically scraped my plate into Diva’s dish, 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?

Given my own history of political activism, and the MK Ultra Program being run out of Ann Arbor, it was a curious coincidence that I met someone like Olga, given her own unusual political history, constantly rubbing elbows with the Boston 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, that ran Cuba at the time.

Castro said the ongoing theft of the country’s wealth by the politicians and the mob is what sparked his revolution, The result was that Olga’s family was all flown to Boston with nothing but the clothes on their back.

But apparently their poverty didn’t last long. When we met, her mother, as well as her brother and his wife lived in a very expensive three story house in Jamaica Plains, worth more than a half million dollars. And unlike most American-born blind kids, Olga seemed to receive a tremendous amount of extra benefits and education growing up from the American government (and maybe the same Jewish mobsters that ran Cuba before Castro’s courageous invasion). Was it because of her status as a “favored refugee”.

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 stealing most of the prosperity from the fertile lands and people of Cuba. So he, and twelve other brave men took the country back!

So 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 shirt 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, both of the Kennedy brothers, and so much more).

So after dozens of unsuccessful attempts on his life, and the attack on his country’s economy, just as Elliott Abrams and the United States is doing today to Venezuela (in order to install yet another American puppet in Latin America). However, according to former-President Carter, Venezuela’s elections were completely fair and democratic (meanwhile, the government of the United States and my mail carrier have gotten away with stealing two of my ballots over the last five years, and no one has ever been charged with those crimes)–

So, after being targeted by the mob and America, 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, Following 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. However, 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 of this all this time? Any reasonable person would have to ask?

So it’s very likely Olga, or her older brother, are connected to the Boston mob, 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 since around the same time that I met Olga in Atlanta. And it may have something to do with the University of Kentucky’s mysterious letter of senile to law school.

Of course, the modern mob (working under the protection of the government) would much prefer their victims kill themselves (like Aaron Hernandez, Sandra Bland and Phillip Marshall allegedly did), and that’s apparently been the plan for me…since apparently the poison fish didn’t work, as Ill explain later!

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 Mitchell Zuckoff’s new bullshit book called “The [fake] Story of 9-11”, a crime who most Americans privately 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 everything that happened to me next, and still continues today, but there’s some other reasons why that may be true…

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 (according to another local client), now that presumably the materials would now also be available in an accessible form to the agency’s totally blind clients too?

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 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 (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 $2++ 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 it to me so that I could make a copy of it. 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 $1000each time. Except, not only do I feel Justin was incapable of training anyone, 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, 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 provide any sort of useful help or information to Oregon’s most vulnerable population — Oregonians with disabilities.

And the funny thing about this care-giver, who had no right to disclose anything about any of her other clients, also complained to me several times about another male client she had for often being “sexually inappropriate” around her. except, once she described to me, a male client, a tat she had on her ass that read “No Gods, No Masters”, while we sipped on a beer, and I quietly imagined I was examining her ass tat!

And this other time, she asked me to sign her time sheet and leaned way over my desk to guide my hand, and seemed to place her clitoris directly against my elbow, as I slowly signed the form, and didn’t move until I had finished–

But this sort of hypocrisy and corruption is commonplace throughout Oregon’s disability rehabilitation system, as this chapter outlines. Which is probably why I was such a threat to 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, and the State of Kentucky made sure my vocational counselor, Kathlene O’Giblien, knew all about their version of “it”. But here’s the truth, a truth they’ll 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 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, doesn’t it?

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 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 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.

And “they” think they can behave in such reckless ways (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 your money, schmuck!

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 crooks.

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, 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 explaining why she had destroyed the tape, which I kept. I remember thinking, the explanation she gave in her E mail at the time made no sense:
“you better stay away from me. And you better stay away from my kids!”

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

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 credability).

Like later that summer when I was unexpectedly released from my job by the Department of Commerce just a few days after Olga left for California.

Today, I have no doubt, this is why John Kitzhaber, Mark Abrams and the Democreeps (and a few of these Lard Larson RepliCons) had to try to completely destroy my reputation, even if that eventually meant committing murder!

And because of all of this, I 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 she, or one of her influential ivy league friends, had something to do with keeping me out of law school (for me moving out of Olga’s home in Atlanta)?

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, it wasn’t a good match. 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.

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 RAPE 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)! Just like the pigs did to a man in New York with a broom stick. No doubt, 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 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. Funny thing, 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 District Attorney and the Eugene cops had it out for me from the very beginning. And that’s where this part of this horror story began–

Circuit Judge van Dyk and Circuit Judge Bob Herd, who I wrote about in another chapter, are two of the many characters I’ll describe in these writings who are both linked to my case and also associated with the Clackamas County Circuit Court system.

In February of 2010 one of the court’s assigned law enforcement staff, Sergeant Jeff Grahn, drove to Greshum and killed his wife, Charlotte, and then for
no reason killed two of her friends, Kathleen Hoffmeister and Victoria Schulmerich.

What makes this case even more suspicious than the simple question, why did he also kill his wife’s two friends, is that Sergeant Grahn did not use his own service revolver to do the killing. Hmm…

Did he use a ‘drop gun’? Was he first planning to surprise her outside and kill her with this other gun and then throw the gun in the river? Even if found, there would be no fingerprints.

Or maybe when Jeff Grahn gets to the bar he tries to get her to take a ride with him. Then maybe he was going to put the (extra) gun in her hand and pull the trigger. He then says, he has no idea where she got the gun, she just pulled it out and shot herself. I wonder if anyone else heard him trying to get his wife to take a ride with him? He did get her to come outside. But she still wouldn’t get in the car with him, and we know now, for a good reason, she was afraid of him. Did she know something, and did he believe she told her friends this secret?

Grahn had filed for divorce a few months earlier, and his wife did not file an answer. This meant he had already won an automatic judgement against her and got everything he wanted…but killed her anyway. Does this make any sense, unless there was something else? Grahn was described by many who worked with him as being kind of a “control freak” and a “hard ass”.

Did he kill her because Charlotte knew some secret about what may have been going on at the Clackamas County Court house, similar to what murder victim Douglas Adamson told me about “some important people from Clackamas County” six months prior to his own murder?

About ten years ago this guy, Douglas Adamson, saw me searching for a bus stop along 82nd Avenue in a heavy rain storm and offered me a ride home. When we got there, I showed him my medical marijuana garden and we puffed a phatty.

As we’re smoking, he starts telling me about how he had been providing “young kids to a lot of important people from Clackamas County”. I laughed it off, and figured he was just jerking my chain.

After that, I called him a couple times about helping me haul some stuff, and left messages at his brother Phil’s house, but never heard back.

Then a few months later he calls me at around one in the morning. He asks me if I want any company, and I hear this very young sounding girl giggling in the background. I told him something like ‘go fuck yourself’ and hung up. I never heard from him again.

About six months later I heard on the news about how this guy also named “Douglas Adamson’s” truck was found abandon on the 205, and how they found parts of his chopped up body washed up on the beach in Vancouver, Washington.

I’ve been wondering, who could have got Doug to pull over his fully-functioning truck on the highway like that, and abandon it, other than maybe a cop car?

Not to sound to paranoid, but I wonder if he was recruited to try to set me up with this young girl in a compromising circumstance, just like Christel tried several times to do with her daughters and me?

Did Christel’s friends from Clackamas County kill him to keep this all a big secret, like the unexplained killings of Charlotte Grahn’s two friends?

Did Douglas Adamson become a threat to them because I didn’t take the bait that night and agree to the offer to bring this young girl to home?

So back to Clackamas County Sergeant Jeff Grahn and why he also murdered his wives friends. He’s supervising the county courthouse and serving court papers for the county, then for no reason decides to drive out to Greshum and kill his wife, and the two friends she happened to be talking to…about something? But what were they talking about?

Was Jeff Grahn concerned about what he may have told Charlotte about in a state of drunkenness? did he happen to mention something about a few corrupt county judges and correction officers, and what they may have been doing down there at the courthouse? Is that why they tore down the old courthouse (around the same time as all these murders took place)? Did they destroy the building to get rid of any possible DNA evidence left behind, that Grahn knew about?

To better understand how things transpired that night, here’s how it went:
After walking outside, and after a brief argument Jeff pulled out a gun and first shot his wife, then for some reason went back into the bar to kill both of her girlfriends.

Except, this makes no sense. Why did he need to kill both of his wife’s girlfriends before he shoots himself? He would soon be dead, why would he want to make the situation for his surviving children so much worse, leaving this awful legacy behind?

Maybe one could find some explanation as to why one spouse would kill the other, but hunting the two girlfriends down and killing them is very troubling. What secret could have been so damn important?

So back to my own tragedy. Clackamas County Circuit Judge Douglas Victor van Dyk was appointed by the disgraced former-governor, John Kitzhaber, along with Eric Bloch, in 2001. In 2015 Kitzhaber resigned after coming under investigation for influence peddling and corruption. However, the Acting-U.S. Attorney Billy Williams, who once charged a Native-American boy with a felony for buying one joint and prosecuted the Bundy protesters, announced in 2017 the DOJ would not be filing charges against Kitzhaber.

Soon after, the former-governor claimed he made a mistake by resigning, but the facts suggest otherwise. His, and his girlfriend’s, actual crimes may go way beyond just influence peddling.

First, Dr. Kitzhaber, who is a trained physician, (and a useful tool for the pharmaceutical industry) opposed medical marijuana in Oregon, claiming in 1998 and beyond there was absolutely no medical value.

Today, along with the State of Israel, more than half of the states in America have endorsed the medical use of marijuana under certain circumstances. And we know much of today’s opiate crisis was caused by doctors like Kitzhaber who preferred (and were paid bonuses under the table) to hand out these highly-addictive pills to their patients for pain. His support for the us of addictive opiates over medical marijuana only further documents the extent of his political corruption.

Also, in 1997 John Kitzhaber joined the legislature in recriminating the use of marijuana, which had been decriminalized by Oregon in the 1970’s. Suddenly it was once again a crime, punishable by thirty days in jail, for having even one marijuana seed!

I believe his sudden resignation may have not only been about the corruption involving him and his girlfriend, who was apparently given a 1.5 million dollar contract from the State of Oregon’s Department of Energy shortly after she and the married governor had begun an elicit affair.

According to my sources, The previous two governors, along with Washington and Clackamas County officials (including perhaps even Karen Emmergut, who is now sitting on the Ninth Circuit Court and was the U.S. Attorney at the time I was being tortured by Washington County in Bob Hermann’s infamous county jail: See “42 Days in Hermann Monster’s Isolation Dungeon”), may have all been involved in the cover up of Ashley Pond’s murder.

As I’ll explain, this cover up resulted in the eventual murder of another thirteen-year-old Oregon City girl named Miranda Gaddis. I believe they were waiting for Ward Weaver to kill his son’s girlfriend before arresting him, when he killed the Gaddis girl instead.

On an important side note, in Gus Russo’s best seller, “Supermob” the author describes how in 1955 a private investigator from the room next store used an infrared camera to watch a U.S. Senator rape a young girl. In considering the Weaver murders, doesn’t it seem likely that this technology would have improved significantly since then? And if there were some wealthy child murderers among us, they may want to create a distraction by allowing Weaver to do what he did.

First, both of these girls disappeared on their way to school. Despite that they both walked directly bye the home of their murderer, law enforcement never thought to search every house, garage, or shed along the route the girls took between their homes and the bus stop. The body of Ashley Pond was right there the whole time at Weaver’s home, but the sheriff and no one else apparently thought to look in his shed?.

The police knew immediately that the girls both disappeared on their way to the exact same bus stop, which you would think would have been a major clue to take a good look at every house along the girls’ path! Or is that exactly what they did?

Now compare this willful incompetency to the massive, invasive search that took place following the Boston Marathon bombing, in which the Forth and Fifth amendment were completely shattered with absolutely no due process. so, what court wouldn’t grant a search warrant for any of these properties, especially if the owner refused them access.

We now know, after murdering Ashley Pond, Ward Weaver put her body into a barrel and stashed it in his shed which was located behind his house.

As I’ve suggested, I believe some of these cops knew the whole time exactly where she was, but wanted to wait until Weaver had killed another girl before searching the entire property where the girls’ bodies were–

Maybe they needed a real child rapist and murderer to distract everyone from what I believe is a wealthy, ruthless gang of professional lucifarian pedophiles and child pornographers operating out of the Willamette Valley, and probably the entire west coast.

While the corporate media and the government want to blame the Russians or the Iranians, we know both of them are regularly putting out fake news and reports, posting them across the web for those of us who are theorists against criminal conspirators to find. So I’m still investigating the accuracy of this, but one report claimed the police took a cadaver dog and went to the home of Ward Weaver, but only searched the house. Even though, according to this report, the dog indicated there was something there, for some funny reason the cops decided to not search the shed.

Think about this. This so-called search apparently occurred before Ward Weaver murdered Miranda Gaddis…which means she would be alive today had they done their job and searched the shed too and arrested Weaver for Ashley Pond’s murder! And if they had not “lost” the report his son’s girlfriend made, both girls would be alive today.

So if our government and corporate leaders are kidnapping, raping, and murdering children, and protecting each other, then they would need to distract the dumb downed public (with the help of the righteous asshole himself, John Canzano, and the rest of the overpaid corporate media trolls) into believing their “creepy” neighbor is the real villain, so they don’t ever get caught. Right John?

In the case of Ward Weaver, they only need to hide a sexual assault complaint and wait until he murders one or two girls (And two is always better than one, isn’t it?) in order to create an environment of mass hysteria. Then they put up this massive billboard along the highway with the faces of the missing children to constantly remind everyone…and keep the public in a state of terror!

But manipulating the legal system for those in power against the poor (which is anyone without immediate access to a quarter million dollars in money or property) is business as usual in America. So I ask, Who are the real violators of human rights in the world?

I’ve written about this to U.S. District Judge Michael Simon twice (and hand delivered copies of these letters to both him and the former-U.S. Attorney, Amanda Marshall), none of these indifferent elitists bastards, who are supposed to be overseeing Portland’s bullshit consent decree, have never written back or invited me to testify.

So because of writing to Judge Simon and the useless DOJ, and because I’ve also have written about it here on my blog [wolfeOut.com], Lard [ass] Larson and the “Alpha Dopes”, some of the local public and community radio predators, and the “phony left” have been viciously attacking me over the last thirteen years, with complete impunity from the police and prosecutors (and the FCC).

Every day and night both my dog (who is no longer with me) and I endure countless electrical assaults from these invisible lasers Hundreds of thousands of times, including over one thousand sexual assaults over the last seven years directed at my genitals and rectum.

Whether I’m inside or out, I’m being sprayed with poisons and sewage, and often they will hurl objects, including explosive devices, at my RV (with two propane tanks mounted on the front) at night. Yet, strangely no one has been arrested or prosecuted, and the park manager, Debbie Sleeper, openly tells other people I’m just “crazy”, and tells them to ignore me.

Although I go into all of this in great detail in another chapter, it should be pretty obvious why I refer to this RV and Mobil home park as the “Southgate Death Camp”.

So here’s the connection between my ex-wife, her mother and their boyfriends and lovers.

The two men I believe are responsible for the police involvement in what’s been happening, and the DOJ’s indifference are named Douglas van Dyk and Marc Abrams — an Oregon Circuit Judge and a dirty Jewish government lawyer.
Specifically, Judge van Dyk’s 2004 campaign was managed by Oregon attorney Marc Abrams — which was the same exact time, according to my wife, Judge van Dyk had manipulated two West Linn police officers to hunt me down at my wife’s apartment in the middle of the night, with loaded guns!

Along with being a government labor lawyer for the State of Oregon (who defends dishonest government employees who ought to be fired) and a Jewish hack writer for “Blue Oregon”, Marc Abrams is the muscle behind van Dyk’s gang of Clackamas County thugs who came after me in 2004.

I believe Abrams and his friends are doing this because I threatened to report Christel to child protective services in the spring of 2004 for some of what is written here. This meant, if this were exposed in the fall of 2004 her “blooming” relationship with Judge van Dyk may have become public before the November, 2004 election.

Abrams is also a regular host on a local Sunday morning political show with Alpha Media. Every Sunday Abrams gets to pretend to be a compassionate liberal,
rather than the arrogant elitist, crookid neo-liberal lawyer he is in real life–