Houston stayed at Haggard's Lake Shasta resort while Kelly and I were
helicoptered to Mount Shasta for our scheduled meeting with Bush and
Cheney. The helicopter pilot directed our attention to the military
fencing surrounding the outer perimeter of the compound. Rarely did
pilots ever speak to either of us, but this one smiled wickedly as he
told us we would need to know the outer limits for A Most Dangerous
As soon as we arrived at Bush and Cheney's inner sanctum, noticed George
Bush, Jr. was with them. It was my experience that Jr. stood by his
father and covered his backside whenever Bush would become incapacitated
from drugs or required criminal back up. It appeared that Jr. was there
to serve both purposes, while his father and Cheney enjoyed their
Hyper from drugs, Cheney and Bush were eager to hunt their human prey in
"A Most Dangerous Game." They greeted me with the rules of the game,
ordered me to strip naked despite the cold December winds, and told me
in Oz cryptic to "beware of the lions and tigers and bears." Kelly's
life became the stakes, as usual, which resurrected my natural and
exaggerated programmed maternal instincts. Tears silently ran down my
cheeks as Bush told me, "If we catch you, Kelly's mine. So run, run as
fast as you can. I'll get you and your little girl, too, because I can,
I can, I can. And I will."
Cheney, daring me to respond, asked, "Any questions?"
I said, "There's no place to run because there's a fence -- the kind I
can't get over. I saw it."
Rather than physically assault me, Cheney laughed at my sense of "no
where to run, no where to hide" and explained that a bear had torn a
hole in the fence somewhere, and all I had to do is find it. He lowered
his rifle to my head and said, "Let the games begin. Go."
Wearing only my tennis shoes, I ran through the trees as fast and as far
as I could, which wasn't very far at all. Bush was using his bird dog to
track me, the same one that had recently been used with me in bestiality
filming as a "Byrd-dog" joke on my owner, Robert C. Byrd. When caught,
Cheney held his gun to my head again as he stood over me, looking warm
in his sheep skin coat. Bush ordered me to take his dog sexually while
they watched, then he and Cheney ushered me back to their cabin.
I pulled on my clothes and sat in the office part of the cabin awaiting
instructions. I had no idea where Kelly was, nor do I in retrospect.
Bush and Cheney were still in their hunting clothes when the programming
session began. Bush said, "You and I are about to embark on a most
dangerous game of diplomatic relations. This is my game. You will follow
my rules. I will have the distinct advantage of hunting you with my Eye
in the Sky (satellite). I'll watch every move you make. As long as you
play the game by my rules and make no mistakes, you live. One mistake
and I'll get you, my pretty, and your little girl, too. You die, and
Kelly will have to play with me. I prefer it that way. Then it will be
her most dangerous game. The cards are stacked in my favor because,
well, it is my game! Are you game?"
There was no choice. I responded as conditioned, "Yes, Sir! I'm game."
The parallels to the Most Dangerous game that had just occurred in the
woods were deliberate and intended to make retrieval of memory
"impossible" due to crypto-amnesia scrambling.
"Good. Then let the games begin. Listen carefully to your instructions.
You have no room for error." Cheney flipped his "game timer" -- an
hourglass. Bush continued, "This game is called the King and Eye, and
here's the deal. You will be establishing stronger diplomatic relations
according to order between Mexico, the U.S., and the Middle East. Your
role will require a change of face at each new place. I'll chart your
course, define your role, and pull your strings. You'll speak my words
when I pull your strings. There is no room for error."
Cheney was half lying across the plain military issue style desk in an
apparent drug stupor as Bush talked. Still wearing his hunting coat and
hat, Cheney aimed his rifle at me from the desk and threatened, "Or
a-hunting we will go." Bush finished Cheney's threat by singing, "We'll
catch a fox and put her in a box and lower her in a hole."
Bush looked at Cheney and burst out laughing. The sight of him dressed
in his hunting clothes with a huge bore double-barreled shotgun to his
shoulder inspired Bush to tell him he "looked like Elmer Fudd." Cheney,
imitating the cartoon character, said, "Where is that waskily wabbit?"
Operation The King and Eye would involve Reagan's #1 envoy Philip Habib
(who cryptically played the Alice in Wonderland role of the White Rabbit
with slaves such as myself) and Saudi Arabian King Fahd. So when Bush
referred to the two as "Elmer Fahd and the Waskily Wabbit," he and
Cheney laughed until they cried. Since both were already high from drugs
anyway, they had a great deal of difficulty maintaining composure long
enough to complete my programming.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Trance-Formation of America:
Project Monarch (excerpt #1)
From Dorothy to Tinker-Belle (excerpt #2)
The Most Dangerous Game (excerpt #3)
You Are What You Read (excerpt #4)