Daily Foreword January 28, 2006: Someone asked me in the Ozarks why I use the
The truth is, I started out using the the email address
firstname.lastname@example.org and still
use Saint Ram Bone as an alias.
The word Saint was derived when I was almost killed on the highways in Louisiana
after informing on government corruption. The Vechter part means Watchman
in the now dead European Jewish language Yiddish.
The Ram part of my name came from the fact that I was driving a Dodge Ram truck
when I was attacked on the highways and I basically rammed my
way through a road block to get through. The Dodge truck model was built in America and the company was owned by Americans, unlike Daimler Chrysler is today. Details are on the assassination
Details page of the Mobile Audit Club website.
The Bone part of my alias came from the fact that I feel dead sometimes.
The USA government forcibly injected me and terrorized me and I am partially
blinded from being exile. I was cornered after I made it through the road
block on that Louisiana night after leaving California in February of 2001.
The USA government had previously given me drugs to which I was allergic for
pain. The ruling factors said I was insane for reporting the attempted murder on myself, which is why I started carrying a gun. Adolf Hitler called
everyone he did not agree with insane. So does the regime in power in the
To escape my horrors of being an American citizen under the ruling regime, I
want to buy a farm in another nation. I am currently trying to buy and
sell properties so I can get the equity money needed . The regime robbed
me of ten's of thousands of dollars in legal costs, costs of being in exile, and
other costs, including my career and they or it will not re-hire me as an accountant or bank examiner in the FDIC or Treasury or SEC. I encourage people to not use medical marijuana in the
California Cannabis Clubs. The regime has your name and will track you and
try to pull you over and arrest and control you for having the controlled and
addictive substance, Cannabis.
I have been pulled over twice in the past year for "Tag Lights". One time
they were working. That was in January of 2007. I no longer use Cannabis for numerous reasons. I have no fear of
our enemies in the United States. I will applaud when they or "IT" is
removed. We are in a technological war and a war of deceptions.
The Regional FDIC Director in San Francisco was killed in his office in the
early 90's and labeled suicide. Per my investigations a mob boss replaced
him. The region was issuing bank charters to money launderers. While
I was working in Sacramento at the FDIC as a bank examiner, a Nevada resident
got a bank charter and he was an obvious money laundering casino associate.
The bank examiner in charge, whose last name was seven letters long and started
with "Cour", was the only bank examiner authorized to issue bank charters in the
office. I noticed at another bank examination in which "Cour_ _ _" was examiner
in charge that a bank President made an extraordinary income. I mentioned
it to a fellow examiner and the examiner said regarding the corruption, "Prove
My reply is that, "Due to collusion, all audits are unreliable and irrelevant."
The National Treasury Employees Union is over at least 120 federal agencies and
their subagencies. Therefore the chances of collusion are at least, 120^2
or roughly 14,400. The regional director replacement was likely a mob boss and I would wager the syndicate is widespread and has redundancy built in so that money is laundered somewhere, regardless of who or what point on the technological grid is removed.
The federal enemies in power called me insane. Adolf Hitler would love the
ruling regime. I want to slit their throats for what they have done to me
and the former honest and now murdered regional FDIC director. They are
not as easily touched as you may think. Technology leaves us spinning
around in the dark. After all, I may be comatose, I do not know. I
want out of the United States and onto my own farm. Some may call it a
"Funny farm". I call it seclusion and a private sanctuary. Never
again serve the regime in power and applaud when our enemies have their brains
blown out. Do not trust the regime with your children. Even the FDA
can not be trusted, and definitely not the FCC over mass media and definitely
not the Treasury over our funds. America is a prison and insane asylum.
It is time for war in the United States.
We first need technological tools to discern who and what we are dealing with.
Then we need technological weapons and a tagging system to hunt them or it down
and sever it from existence. No, we are not friends with them or it.
The truth is, I know the difference. As one veteran said to me when I was released from
Los Angeles County Jail on 8-12-2001, "Every dog
has his day."
On 9-11-2001 the Twin Towers were attacked by Americans and whoever was inside
had to be sacrificed, even though the innocent were killed also. I believe
it would not matter if you detonated nuclear devices around the globe.
Until you can reach into space and follow the scent trail in technology to who
or what is controlling the show, you are wasting your time. If we can not
be free from their or its horrors, let us assist the world in suicide.
Mankind never made a good slave. He and she is too intelligent.
I was held on one million dollars bail and injected for legal gun ownership in Los Angeles. I was threatened with long term incarceration in an insane asylum if I did not agree to go silent about the FDIC and to sign papers admitting a felony for legal gun ownership. I had a U-Haul with all of my guns. I was soon to make my way to Alaska where I could hunt game on a farm, but first I wanted to work in Los Angeles and save some money. I would kill those judges and federal officials in a war now. They injected me, that is a crime fit for death. Ask Hitler's Nuremberg forced injections practitioners. We will have our day. They or IT will not be able to hide. The worst case scenario is if the world is destroyed, and if they or it has taken cells from us and can clone us as their future slaves, integrating the DNA with other creatures, making smarter beasts of burden. Let us hope they or it which challenges us is destroyed. Let us pray and let us move to sever their existence and life force.
Additionally, and ironically, my X number or forced conviction number was X 0_7 911 84. The LA VA Westwood facility would not allow me to view my medical records in 2003. A Ms. Doktor at the VA was handling my doctored VA medical record and a C. Dorman was the man in charge of the facility or at the door man. I omitted the second number of my X number for privacy, but the 911 is obvious, as I had called 911 the night I was attacked in February 2001 once I had made it back to Alabama. Also, on 9-11-2001 one month after my release on 8-12, the 911 attacks on the world trade center occurred. George Orwell's book 84 foretells of my relationship with the government, one of distrust and betrayal by the government. Also, my medical records at the LA VA Westwood had lies in them. I was forcibly injected by our enemies and they tried to silence me on the FDIC issue and the attack on my life. Do not trust the USA governments. WE need to investigate them with technology and go after our enemies with a bloodlust. Remember, "They drew first blood", and "Every dog has his day".
This is a final aside -- A teenage girl named Kelly who I knew in the mid 1970-s predicted her own death one weekend when I was in school with her for a brief period as I passed through Monroeville, Alabama. She predicted I would die at the age of 44. On December 7, 2004 at near midnight or 24 hundred hours, a meteorite exploded near my truck while I was going North past Braman Oklahoma toward Kansas. I had just gotten off of probation and had my felony dismissed on the last day of probation. The strike still stands in the government terrorist state of California. The government did me no real favors because I was prepared to set sail to enter another nation. The point is, I survived, and for some reason, I saw Kelly's beautiful shining face in that huge flash of light that showered my truck with debris like sand. Or perhaps it was my mother's face who had died prematurely only a few months earlier. I had been in exile when she was ill and I could only see her every few months. That was the worst part of the exile, other than being partially blinded and a second attempt on my life. It may have been a rocket, I do not know. We would have to ask Braman in Oklahoma. Maintain a sense of humor in this battle, we will need it to defeat our enemies.
You can find details of the attempt on my life at the Mobile Audit Club site which is linked on this article.