Good Morning….I hope everyone had a FANTASTIC WEEKEND! I did!
You have NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THE WORLD……
And I love my readers. MORE,……MY GOODNESS I AM GREATFUL FOR THEIR TRUTH TELLING and INFORMATION THEY BRING HERE!
THE MASSIVE EVIL, from, TEMECULA, AUSTIN, BEVERLY HILLS, LITTLE ROCK, PHILADELPHIA, AND PALM BEACH….tried EVERYTHING TO GET MY BLOG DOWN….EVERYTHING! (TERROR, HARASSMENT, LEGAL ABUSE, CORRUPTION, AND THREATS)
BUT GOD WON!
The BEAUTY of the information shared here…..is PURE LIGHT! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
WE BROKE THE SILENCE…TOGETHER:)
I have a few updates on SEVERAL PAST BLOGS…..MORE INFORMATION……
First off…EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY…..THE EVIL, GLUTTONNOUS OSTEEN’S, WHOM WOULDN’T ALLOW VICTIMS OF A HURRICANE IN THEIR CHURCH…….WITH THE PELOSI’S!
PURE EVIL….THE OSTEEN’S (*PAST BLOG) AND THE PELOSI’S (PAST BLOG)…..I NEED NOT SAY MORE…….
Secondly an update on the EVIL, BOY SCOUT…..SEXUAL ABUSE RAMPANT, DONALD RUMSFELD…….
I went out to dinner last week with a beautiful friend. I was telling her about my blog on connecting Donald Rumsfeld, Rex Tillerson, to the SEXUAL ABUSE AND THE BOY SCOUTS…..
She then revealed to me, her husband had been abused while a boy scout, and had filed a lawsuit…….I TOLD HER I AM SO SORRY, HER HUSBAND, WAS ANOTHER GOOD HUMAN ABUSED BY THIS EVIL SYSTEM, MY HEART WAS BREAKING FOR HIM…..BUT I ADMIRED HIS STRENGTH IN REVEALING THE TRUTH……….I TOLD HER WHEN SHE WENT HOME, SHE MAY, with her husband, WANT TO READ MY BLOG!
She called me later that evening to say, THAT I HAD REFERRED TO HER HUSBAND’S LAWSUIT IN MY BLOG….WOW!
Alway’s remember with COMPASSION that this EVIL HAS HURT EVERYONE IN SOME WAY…… THOSE SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU ARE IN PAIN!
THE UPDATE ON THE SCUMBAG DONALD RUMSFELD’S DEATH (NOT CANCER) (PAST BLOG):
~ On June 30, the mainstream media reported on the June 29 death of former Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, who at 88 years old certainly had one foot in the grave and could have expired at any moment. His cause of death was listed as Multiple myeloma, a cancer that forms in white blood cells and damages bones, kidneys, and the immune system. While he may have been gravely ill, cancer did not kill him.
Rather, he committed suicide at a military tribunal that held him responsible for the deaths of American soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan, who perished while hunting for imaginary WMDs, on Rumsfeld’s orders.
Specifics on how the military grabbed Rumsfeld are unknown, but RRN has learned he was arrested on May 27 and promptly flown to Diego Garcia, where the U.S. has a critical bomber base and, it turns out, facilities controlled by the U.S. Office of Military Commissions.
RRN has learned that the military also intended to question him about his involvement in 9/11 and the “coincidental” destruction of Cantor Fitzgerald, a brokerage firm that did business with the U.S. Defense Dept. That firm’s servers, destroyed in the collapse along with 650 employees, were said to hold proof that Rumsfeld had misappropriated $2.3 trillion of defense department cash to fund his personal “black ops” programs. In fact, a day prior to 9/11, Rumsfeld admitted the Pentagon had inexplicably “lost” that dollar amount.
But the Office of Military Commissions never had a chance to present its evidence at trial, nor wheedle from Rumsfeld a confession.
Fifteen minutes into the proceedings, as the U.S. Navy Judge Advocate General’s Corps began reading an extensive list of charges, Rumsfeld winced as if in excruciating physical pain and then collapsed to the floor in a convulsive fit, sputtering and foaming at the mouth. Paramedics charged into the chamber, but their efforts to save him were in vain. Within minutes, Rumsfeld had perished.
A July 1 autopsy revealed that Rumsfeld’s reading glasses, which he had been allowed to wear at trial, had a microscopic needle concealed in the temple tip. The needle held a lethal dose of potassium cyanide. A military forensic pathology investigator said Rumsfeld must have innocuously removed his glasses and injected the poison in his tongue or cheek. Michael Baxter ~
DEAD, DONALD RUMSFELD, AS PREVIOUSLY REPORTED! NOT DEAD BY CANCER AS PREVIOUSLY REPORTED! MORE EVIL HAS LEFT THE PLANET!:)
And lastly but an interesting UPDATE AND FIND, about my previous blog, ON BIG FRAUD, EVIL, THUG, BULLY, and LOUSE, DAY TIME T.V.’S, DR. PHIL……..
My AMAZING READER, LAUR, (LOVE YOU) who is FANTASTIC AT RESEARCH……found a story from a tortured by DR. PHIL teenager…..
IF YOU HAVEN’T READ MY PAST BLOG….PLEASE DO….IT’S PURE EVIL………..
~ I went to Dr. Phil’s Turn-About Ranch. He tried to kill me there.
I will most likely be dead within a week or so. My parents are going to send me back to that damned ranch, and I doubt I’ll come back out. I want to write my story, in case any of you believe me, or are unfortunate enough to go. My parents think I’m overreacting, and I’m not. Dr. Phil… that… thing, wants me.
I was always a delinquent child. I’d smash mailboxes, steal money from my mother, set things on fire, that sorta thing. By the time I turned 13, I was kicked out of every middle school in the district of Sandy, Utah. What’s the point of going to school and listening to those stupid teachers when they don’t even know what they’re talking about? I’m 15 now, and a few months ago my mother had enough of my little escapades, so she called a few people, sent letters, and eventually we got invited to be in a Dr. Phil episode. Of course, I loved the idea, being able to show the world who I was, so I happily agreed, to my parents’ dismay.
After a week or so, the producers sent in the plane tickets and we were on our way to the set of the show. I was so excited, but a little nervous. I can’t tell you what I was thinking at the time honestly, the past few days have been a nightmare for me. We got on set and got to business. The cameramen filmed me doing my thing, interviewed me and my mother, took notes and prepared for the best part : the live audience interview.
As we sat in front of the audience waiting for the cue to film, it was very silent. All eyes were on me, and it really made me nervous. Dr. Phil gazed at me with such hate… but also a hunger. By the time the filming started I was short of breath. Most of it was my mother and Dr. Phil tearing into me about my antics, asking me why I do what I do, that sort of thing. Trying to stay cool, I just disrespected both of them as much as I could, rolling my eyes and giving bad answers to their questions.
What caught me off guard was in the last few minutes of filming, Dr. Phil said something I didn’t even know he could do:
“Since Timmy here wants to be a smart aleck and doesn’t seem to be listening to me and his mother, I think it’s best I send him to the Turn-About Ranch, where he’ll undergo counseling from professionals for a couple months.”
The crowd cheered, my mother nodded and I just sat there in shock. It was like I’d been punched in the gut. Before I came to my senses and protested, my mother had already signed me over and before I knew it, I was sent to that… hell. Dr. Phil personally drove me there, staring me down through the rearview mirror the whole drive. When I arrived, there was no one else that I could see, and it was very quiet. My mother didn’t pack me anything because the doctor said I’d have everything I needed at the ranch. He pulled me out the car by the wrist and led me into the main house. I winced as his fingers dug into my skin but didn’t make a sound. I was too afraid.
With the force of two men, he threw me down some stairs into a dark basement and made a weird hissing noise. My wrist snapped as I rolled down the stairs and fell into a shallow pool of mysterious liquid that flooded the dark abyss. He slammed and locked the door, which activated a weak bulb in the center of the basement. I really wish it stayed dark, what I see will stay burned into my mind until he inevitably kills me. A girl around my age with red hair, weird eyebrows and a tank top was sat in the pool, wrists chained so she couldn’t move. She barely flinched when the light came on. An adult male who looked like a skeleton was in an adjacent room, peeking at me with cold dead eyes, chains rattling in the liquid. And in the corner was the hanging corpse of a little girl, also my age. She was hanging by one foot, attached to the ceiling with a Coach purse.
I stayed down there for days, so dehydrated and hungry I began to drink the liquid we were all sitting in. I threw it up immediately as I tasted it, but kept trying. I was so thirsty. Dr. Phil opened the door, or what I think was Dr. Phil. It was a shirtless, green scaled… thing, with amber eyes that took all breath out of me. He- it crawled down the wall and wrapped its tail around my neck, pulling me back up the stairs. It was nighttime, I wouldn’t have known before. It threw me at a dining set in the kitchen and told me to sit, so I did. “Now that you’re all marinated, I have to fatten you up a bit” Dr. Phil said, his thick accent mixed with hissing.
He fed me a mysterious meat, gave me water and a weird green pill. This went on for days, and my insides were killing me. It felt like acid was burning my throat and stomach. I knew if I stayed here long enough I would die, so I started to plan my escape. During one of my dinners, I hid a fork in my soaked jeans. As Dr. Phil crawled to me to throw me back into my prison, I pulled out the fork and stabbed him in the eye as hard as I could. He let out the most ear piercing scream I ever heard in my life, which gave me chills.
I ran out the front door and got into the truck he drove me here with. He left the keys in the mirror above the dashboard, giving me the chance to drive off. I heard Dr. Phil’s scream for miles, I thought he was going to chase me, but he didn’t. I drove for hours until I got home and tried to explain to my parents what had happened. Of course, they didn’t believe me and called the doctor to see what “really” happened. Dr. Phil told them that I stabbed him in the eye and stole his car, breaking my wrist running out the house. He said he wouldn’t press charges as long as I “finished treatment” at the Turn-About Ranch.
I’ve been throwing up for hours, but my parents refuse to check on me. They think I’m making everything up for attention. I know I’m going to be dead soon, but I just wanted to send this out as a warning: do NOT go on the Dr. Phil show. And do NOT go anywhere near the Turn-About Ranch. ~
THANK YOU LAUR…….
I AM CERTAIN THE STORIES ARE ONLY BEGINNING TO BE EXPOSED ABOUT TURN A-BOUT RANCH and Dr. Phil, and CREEPY WIFE, ROBYN…….