It was Union County, NC 1988, home of the famed Jesse Helms––county seat, Monroe. I had been called to jury duty and sat an uncomfortable several days on a jury hearing a case of two young men who had attempted robbery of an 80-year-old woman at her home. When she explained she didn't have any money, they proceeded to push her to the floor and continuously kick her in the head until her head swelled, black and blue with massive brain damage. She survived, but the resulting vegetative state destined her for a nursing home for the rest of her life.
Tears welled as the pictures were shown to the jury. The elder of the two was on trial, and nearly resulting in "hung" we were able to agree to the guilty verdict after testimony proved well beyond a shadow of a doubt the man's guilt. It was a first-hand introduction to the criminal justice and court system. Many of the processes were surprising.
It was after that the decision to use the artistic talent for something good came to mind, like contributing to police-type work. I approached the police department and asked if they needed sketch artists, being experienced in portraiture. They had identification kits packaged, and had no use for artists talents.
How the next best choice became politics is difficult to remember or explain. Someone suggested it, and I created a couple cartoons on issues and took them to the editor of the local newspaper, Ramie Barker, of the Enquirer Journal.
An initial hit locally, the cartoons were passed around the state legislature and were handy tools in making points. Many were having fun with them, and I'd hear rumors of them making calls to each other saying, "You're in the 'Looney-toon' today."
I had most of the local politicians cartooned, and most were centered on local and state issues. Ramie disallowed national cartoons saying he could get those syndicated for fifty cents each. He wanted state and local issues addressed, he was Republican and the county had been controlled by the Democrat party for more than 100 years.
To finish that story, after the Democrats were replaced by Republicans on the Union County commission, Ramie was fired from his job. An Ivy Leaguer came down from up north to take his place as editor, and my cartoons fizzled out. The conservative Republican, Ramie went on to work for Democrat Senator Robert Byrd of West VIrginia.
It was a crash-course in politics. I cartooned there from 1988 - 1992 with more than 100 cartoons and illustrations published.
After that stint, with solving the ills of the country in mind, The Wiz, and Dorothy's, "in your own back yard" comment comes to mind. If folks could clean up the local courts, town halls and move on to scrutinize state and local governments, we'd surely cure our ills and be living life in Emerald City.
To bring about change, there's only one entity to do it––the fourth branch of government: The Media. And by my experience on a small town level, they're scared. Yep folks, the newspaper was scared to tackle some of the more powerful state politicians. Those were the rumors.
Only the media can uncover fraud, waste, corruption, criminal activity at high levels, and notify the voting public that will then bring about change. Entities and organizations seldom thoroughly police themselves. But while the media is a tool, it's also a business depending on other businesses to survive. So if the media is unwilling or unable to fairly inform the public, then change will never happen.
In this country, far more emphasis is placed on national politics than state or local politics. And national politicians are beyond the reach of normal, working people. It's the local politicians that can assist them best. Like in national politics, state level and local politics often have the same families, and career politicians in power over the course of, sometimes decades. So if change is to come about, there are old bonds and ties to be broken.
With time corruption and decadence can creep in and infiltrate the upper levels of society and then the working folks begin to suffer. When high crime is concealed, locally good, honest folks live in fear. It shouldn't happen.
Having lived in more than one state, I can say North Carolina isn't exclusive in having top-rot problems. D.O.T. seems to be a concern in more than one state, and just now in Kentucky a court case is silently proceeding in a bid-rigging scandal for roads contracts. It's difficult to find information about it in the news. Why?
In NC the D.O.T. board was a coveted position for state legislators. Rumors flew of one powerful state senator and DOT board member routing roads through his property to raise the land value.
Other stories circulated of blocking town incorporation at the state level to appease friends and campaign donors who owned farms in the area. The area about to be annexed would be provided with water and sewer from the adjacent Mecklenburg County (Charlotte.) The developers would get rich, and so would the good ole boys who owned the land. And the politician insured the next term campaign donations. (The tax payers of Mecklenburg were footing the sewer/water bill.)
Then yet another story floated around about a developer who had been alloted a certain number of new homes for the existing sewage system. Any more would overflow the system, but political strings were pulled to make it happen.
Then there was a story of a female assistant district attorney in that same NC county who refused to go along with local, corrupt antics of the court house boys. She apparently had conscience issues. And, as the story went, they destroyed her––absolutely wrecked her life.
As a cartoonist I saw my duty to inform the public, spur interest, involvement, and even help initiate change. So the Snidely Whiplash stories of shady politics and good ole boy networks inspired more aggressive cartoons.
What I found at the editor's desk, is that they refused to tackle one, particular senator. Why? Because they were afraid of the guy. Afraid of a respectable politician? Who could imagine that?
It was difficult to believe. But so were the words of another senator, "You'll never get rid of drugs in this country. Too many politicians are making money from drugs." Politicians in drugs? Who wants to believe something like that?
Recently Georgia House Speaker Glenn Richardson stepped down from his position caught in more than an illicit affair with a lobbyist. One of the worst things he did was threaten to "bring all hell" down on his ex-wife, even with use of state police and state agencies. Like Sarah Palin who fired her brother-in-law for his relationship with her sister, is this what we can expect from an ever increasingly fascist ruling-elite class of Americans? So what's next? They'll be putting folks in gas chambers?
So where was the media? Where were the respectable newspapers? Hiding in a fox hole watching from a distance protecting their own assets and families? Were they dining at the local country club with the senators who fixed the septic problem? Were they courting business from the representative whose son was on the local road planning board? Was their brother working for the developer, or running the local water department?
What most folks don't understand, reporting news and protecting communities walk hand-in-hand. No corporation wants to move business to an area latent with corruption and crime. Such negativity lowers the standard of living and everybody suffers. So editors must walk a fine line of reporting and coverup. It's a fact of life.
Bloggers today are the media of tomorrow. While there are no paychecks, and no bosses, 'some things you do for love.'
Just be very careful, or you might find yourself living among organized, shady people in a deceitful, corrupt area no longer recognizable as the homeland. The Big Boys can, and will destroy a person in the USA. With political consultants, it's a profession. The incredible stress they create with the justice system, and agencies is meant to break a person. For the victim or target, defecting (as Russians did under Communism) becomes an brainstorming option, while [as a political cartoonist,] seeking political asylum elsewhere becomes another.
Thoughts of friends and family changes plans. Nieces, nephews, grandchildren, will suffer under increasing high-level corruption. It isn't what their ancestors fought for, and their ancestors did not run away.
After tipping off NC authorities about Amy Frink's murderer, a few months later, 1998-99 my son was allegedly dead in Alabama, I found myself in jails, divorce court, harassed by police, stalked by criminals, incarcerated against my will in a state hospital, and finally the divorce came to trial. The lawyer and my executive husband now had control of all of my belongings, paintings, art, heirlooms and family possessions also has my original cartoons and a volume of tear sheets. I was surviving in the streets, had fled Georgia only to find more of the harassment in Kentucky. The criminal high-level networking was interstate.
At the Georgia trial, they brought my artist's work, cartoons, graphics designs to court to show Cobb County's Judge Adele Grubbs how very talented I was. The problem is they didn't ask my permission, and basically used my art for their financial gain which is a copyright issue. Later, my attorney, Kenneth Schatten's private detective, Billy Carter, agreed to get the volume of cartoons back for me, but it never happened. I still have no idea where they might be.
In Georgia they can legally put you out of your home and take possession of your belongings. And if you have a worthless attorney, there's nothing you can do about it. In fact you'll be blacklisted from justice altogether and they'll see to it because they have social networks and discuss cases, according to Schatten. In my case I'm certain it crossed state lines. I've heard other Georgia women's stories about courts, and the "we were laughing and ridiculing you at a party," is a tool used by an attorney against his clients in at least two situations I am aware of. I personally believe it's a tactic used hoping to create a suicide scenario in a client's mind. Cut-and-dried justice is a good term for these social gatherings involving ongoing cases. There, attorney-client privilege apparently doesn't exist.
I kept wondering where they were hiding their gas chambers.
Luckily I had another volume of cartoons. Had I not been able to prove my North Carolina cartooning history, I suppose they might have said, "She's delusional." That, along with using police and agencies to destroy people, is part of their "legal justice" game in Georgia. Had I not known about the N.C. assistant district attorney they'd destroyed, about a senator's wife in Florida 1973 who suffered the same, and a Michigan friend's brother who was framed in prison on concocted stories and arrangements, I'd have been more startled. Because of these people, my life all those years following the arrests were in unraveling the network and exposing the good ole' boys who bring these things about. May the Good Ole' Boys enjoy the eternal inferno they're destined for. Surely there will be a cocktail party where they can discuss their clients assets with the Devil, himself.
"The Devil Went Down to Georgia......" - Charlie Daniels
For every woman who's spent years of her life in supporting and encouraging her husband's success, Susan Richardson has shown a rare courage few women could muster.
Georgia's House Speaker, Glenn Richardson's quiet divorce was prompted by more than one of his extramarital affairs. He had told one mistress he would "bring all hell down" on her employer, Atlanta Gas Light, should their affair affect her employment.
Yet, even after-the-fact Richardson desired his wife, Susan, to reconcile their marriage and again, stand by his side, and continue the success she'd helped him build.
In a darker moment he threatened suicide, and when she refused to reconcile the marriage, an attorney himself, he even threatened to use his power and Georgia state agencies, including law enforcement agencies and family services against her.
Mrs. Richardson isn't alone as a mother and wife who realizes the man she supported to the heights of success and power had become a man she no longer knew or trusted.
She is to be commended for those of us who have fled the state of Georgia, having suffered Georgia's divorce system, harassment, false arrests, false accusations, incarcerations, shackles, handcuffs, ridicule, and stalking by criminals, police, and hired detectives.
Ms. Richardson has confirmed the fact that powerful people can and will utilize their affluence, power, state agencies, even police in criminal, self-serving maneuvers to intimidate, coerce, threaten or terrorize their adversaries, foes or spouses.
Like other states, Georgia has huge problems and continues to devour it's own families and children with the bullying practices of many profit-driven attorneys in family crisis situations.
Families and children should be removed from the legal and justice systems and a department of competent, sane individuals should be established to address family problems. Set guidelines to address divorce, dissolution of marriage, family assets, visitation and child custody would protect a family and children from further destruction.
Mr. Richardson was careful to keep his divorce quiet and sealed. Most Georgians don't enjoy the same powerful protections.
Warmest wishes, and deepest gratitude for Ms. Richardson's courage, and genuine hopes for her family to endure this period and heal, with years of success and happiness ahead. May Mr. Richardson get the help he needs to address his personal problems and find happiness in future endeavors.
Now an Alabama Supreme Court Judge, in 1998 Circuit Judge Lyn Stuart released my son's body 12/28/1998 to his father four days after the funeral service had been held in Cobb County, Georgia at Mayes Ward Dobbins Funeral Home. At that time I was being jailed in Houston, and Cobb Counties, Georgia.
Mobile, Alabama forensics examiner, Julia Goodin, a native of Kentucky, moved on to a position with the State of Iowa.
Many thanks to the late Senator Paul Coverdell (and my most sincere condolences to his family) who attempted to get to the bottom of my false arrests in Georgia by contacting the Cobb County commissioners. It wasn't long before my horrors began, I had attended a Christmas party in downtown Atlanta hosted by Norfolk Southern's Vice President of Engineering, Phillip Ogden. He was adorned in cowboy attire, and the country style music was appropriate for his dress. There, someone pointed out some of the Cobb County Commissioners, seated and enjoying the festivities. I was also able to meet Mr. Itis, who owned a ballast company in Alabama, and had a private plane on which we'd later take a trip to Jekyll Island and get free massages!
Next: the only way to avoid further police harassment was to flee Georgia and await the divorce finalization in Cobb County, Georgia.
Arrived in Kentucky, the home of coal, race horses, good, talented people, to witness some of the most tragic American poverty I had ever known in my life. Seeking help from the powerful Alabama native Kentucky Senator, Mitch McConnell proved fruitless. Presently, the research is in several addresses, including any links to Facility Group, R. J. Corman, engineering firms; and 1955 Lake Park, Smyrna, Georgia; 105 Bulloch Hall Lane, Bullock Hill Lane, Eatonton, Greensboro, Georgia.
Now that Glenn Richardson will be stepping down from the Georgia legislature, visiting my daughter is a less challenging and terrifying decision. According to news articles, Richardson was involved in Paulding County real estate, banks, and with developers. He was also involved in bullying his wife, with threats of police harassment and worse.
The verbal threats he made to his wife are the actions actually orchestrated against me to coerce signature of my Cobb County divorce papers for his Republican lawyer, my Republican husband and his mistress, and suffer huge financial losses after 23 years of marriage. It seems to be a Georgia plague for powerful people to unethically utilize the justice system to enhance their personal victories.
I had returned to Georgia Spring, 2000 when my divorce was finalized in Cobb County, thinking I could build a home on land I owned in Paulding County, and be near my remaining children. I was no sooner there, Paulding County humane society came to the travel trailer I had pulled to Georgia and confiscated my very valuable show dogs. Richardson's law office later sent a nasty letter wrongfully accusing me of abuse.
At a great cost I was able to get my animals back, return to Kentucky, and found a curious book in my truck with a list of US Customs names. Around the time of the Paulding/Mt. AIry plane crash, I had published the list. Entered into a land contract 2001 on a Kentucky farm purchase. The contract was written for the seller by Republican State Senator Dan Kelly, one of the most powerful senators in the state, who's now stepping into a judge's position.
In Georgia the last picture of my son is here, (the dead body tattoo) he allegedly died in Alabama.
During the ordeal of his death and funeral, I was being arrested, shackled, handcuffed and falsely accused in three Georgia counties: Cobb, Houston, and Peach, I have figured since to keep me away from the funeral, burial, and body identification of my son. The Cobb County funeral home denied me records of his body shipment and services.
In Kentucky, these are the pictures of two of the valuable Wire Fox Terriers that were gruesomely killed at my farm. There were more, in this area where I have learned since they poison animals with gun powder and antifreeze.
The local bank that financed the farm has copies of affidavits of forgery when my checks were stolen. The bank never reported the incident to police, according to the local sheriff. Why not?
Some say it's the Dixie Mafia I've been up against, but there have been New Jersey and other suspicious links as well. Police were absolutely worthless. In fact in Georgia and Kentucky I found myself concerned with both, organized criminals and police. Just recently two local deputies have been caught trafficking drugs. I haven't figured how it's all connected. Maybe in the months to come the dominos will finally fall. -- 2004, Lexington, Kentucky, I was approached by a small, balding man dressed in shiny new Harley Davidson clothing, carrying a shiny helmet, and boasting a real nice, new, clean bike. He asked if I would like to take a plane ride on his private plane to Cumberland Lake. Cumberland Lake is where the politicians for Kentucky reportedly "hang out." While I felt flattered, the last Harley Davidson person I'd happened upon said he'd been in trouble with cocaine. So, with this approach, and since cocaine was also involved with the problems and my sons, I was naturally suspicious. He explained he was a successful builder and would be building the new Marriott at the Kentucky Horse Park.
He also said he was campaign manager for Republican Kentucky Governor Fletcher's brother, who was running for State Senate. I decided to leave the conversation hanging until I could verify his identity and in contacting Kentucky Republican headquarters, sure enough, the names matched. He was Harold Fletcher's campaign manager. I had asked him to please send me an email and I'd think about the invitation.
After the contact through email, I asked him whether he was married. He said, "Oh I thought I told you I was married." I said, "Nope you didn't, and so why are you asking me to go for a ride on your plane if you're a married guy?" That was the end of it, but I've always wondered had I taken the plane ride offer, what might have happened. Which construction company? At the time I didn't realize the ties these people had to real estate, banking and finance were so powerful and well-connected. (Silly me.) -- Here is an older blog link that elaborates on the issue of politicians and land deals.
The main thing they need to do is tell the truth about my son's death so that my remaining children, and family can begin to heal.
And the second thing they need to know is like the past ten years, my last dying breath will be spent insuring these criminals can never, ever do these things to any other mother, father, or to any American family or child and even dream they can get away with it.
"There's not a lawyer in Georgia who will take your case." - Marvin O'Koon, O'Koon Hintermeister (Can't say that I blame them.)
Law and Truth are like oil and water. Sometimes they don't mix too well.
The private plane carrying six Paulding County, Georgia Republican businessmen crashed in Mount Airy, NC, February 2008, destined for Primland, a hunting club in southern Virginia. The club was owned by Didier Primat, one of the wealthiest men in France, whose son is involved in racing Aston Martin vehicles. Primat was associated with a Goldsboro, NC law firm and management of his massive American land holdings was handled in North Carolina. While associates of Primat appear to be Democrats, those aboard the plane were Republicans.
I was particularly interested because Paulding County is where I'd purchased land and then been harassed by officials and threatened by Republican Glenn Richardson's law office, representative as the county attorney. Georgia was corrupt in many counties with the capacity to falsely arrest and harass even using the help of police. It was frightening, as one would imagine happening only in a communist country. Was it a way to discredit, destroy, and intimidate a potential witness to crime at higher levels?
But it was the connection to North Carolina and politics in my own personal, tragic story and with the Paulding County plane crash I found most interesting, and worthy of researching. Interesting aspects in the disappearance of Amy Frink and my son, Gerard J. Sniffen, III are the links to cocaine trafficking, executives, and high level politicians.
I had made enemies in North Carolina as a political cartoonist about the time Amy Frink had disappeared. She had been writing to my son after we'd returned home from Ocean Isle Beach vacations. When I tipped authorities as to who may have killed her, within a few months my own son disappeared and died with many of the same characteristics.My son had attended military school with the grandson of Georgia's former governor, Zell Miller. He had even been invited to the Governor's mansion by Miller's grandson. At the time of my son's disappearance from Cobb County, Georgia, 1998 many southern governors were Democrats. Soon Republicans took power, and I provided all forms of evidence foul play was involved to both parties. My son's disappearance was so similar to the disappearance of North Carolina's Amy Frink, the same criminal organization had to be involved in both, in Georgia and North Carolina where they disappeared, and also Alabama and South Carolina where the two were said to have perished. Besides writing my story for protection via internet at "The New Criminologist," in England 2005, there were other interesting "international" situations.
In Cobb County, Georgia 1999 I was approached by a tall, blonde Englishman who raced his Porsche all over the world. He complained his drivers were being harassed by Cobb County police and it was affecting his Caterpillar dealership. I explained the only persons I knew affiliated with Caterpillar were my husband in a former position, and his fraternity brother, Titus Wilfore, who was in sales for Yancey.
Then my North Carolina friend's daughter landed a job with Freemantle media, and went to California.
Next, in Kentucky I found a local couple named Gadness, friends of a local pedophile, the wife being a native of France, had attempted to get custody of two Native American children with the means of mere paperwork, and nothing more. Tess Liliquist, the Native American mother had begged me to take her children. I explained my home would be dangerous for them because my tire had been slashed, home sabotaged, and my animals tampered with in the night. I was under attack by the local thugs of Washington/Mercer counties. I had contacted the FBI and even spoke with the Lakota parents suspecting criminal activity regarding the children, and mother, but nothing was ever done. The Lakota Sioux mother, according to local rumor, then died in a Kentucky jail.
After all of the arrests and horrors in Georgia and Kentucky from 1998 - 2000, it was 2001 when I finally realized there is a group of skillful, connected people in this country who can do absolutely anything they want, take anything they want, and destroy anyone they want––and get away with it. And with them, the justice system and law enforcement is putty in their hands. Much admired, North Carolina editorial cartoonist, Doug Marlette didn't survive, in whatever circumstances were the events surrounding his Dixieland death, I planned to survive North Carolina, Georgia and the South, no matter how inferior my novice political cartoons may have been. I obviously made my point.
The phone bill below proves the portion of my story of having phoned Brunswick authorities, 1998, giving them information to help solve the murder of Amy Frink. Three months later, according to online newspapers* the murder was solved, and two men were arrested, in Ocala Florida and New Jersey.
In 1992, when the Brunswick Beacon newspaper arrived at our Matthews, NC home I had given my son the tragic news about Amy. He'd been with her not long before her gruesome murder had been recorded in the news. It wasn't until 1998 he was willing to talk about what had happened the night he'd been with her, who he believed had killed her and why. He was very afraid, and had kept the information to himself for six years because the man he said he believed killed her was involved in cocaine and drugs.
A few months after making the call to Brunswick, my own son died under similar circumstances as Amy. Both were last known calling from a phone booth. Their vehicles were found abandoned, both crossed state lines, both suffered gruesome, bloody deaths. And in neither case did the mother identify the child's body. I sensed the same organization who arranged Frink's murder, also arranged the death of my own son for having involved myself with Brunswick, NC authorities.
The newspaper I'd cartooned with once, the Brunswick Beacon, had requested help from the public who might have any information to help solve the case. Later I'd read how similar the Frink murder was to the Crystal Todd murder, the same famous Horry County detective was on both "True Crime" worthy events. Todd's murder details made it to primetime TV. Amy's didn't. Her mother, Birdie Frink, friend of Rex Gore, the local District Attorney, became a busy North Carolina crime victim's advocate.
Governor Easley Investigation, the Southport area, and drug history
Easley Experience District attorney of N.C. 13th Judicial District (1983-1991); N.C. attorney general (1993-2001); N.C. governor (2001-09) What's going on there? According to the article below they arranged fake kidnappings, and fake drug busts with Hollywood precision. It's almost unbelievable this could happen in the USA but it seems this area has a special link to Hollywood type productions. NC Beaches: history of corruption, drugs the article mentions several names, and details...
".....Whatever it is that is brewing up in the Federal Courthouse in Raleigh can't possibly equal the exciting Hollywood-like events from 1982-83. B-25 bombers landing in fields, dead bodies searched for in hog pits, fake kidnappings, Cuban smugglers, U-Haul trucks with 10,000 pounds of pot getting stuck in a ditch, fake drugs busts, and legislation enacted to make it illegal for the Federal Government to use money to influence a vote. Apparently Columbus County owes it's liquor by the drink to an undercover agent spreading around money....."
Even the presently incarcerated area Sheriff Ron Hewett has his own "Hollywood" event on Youtube. After reading about young sheriff Ron Hewett of Brunswick County, NC being imprisoned, even having covered up crimes, one had to wonder what was going on in that area. It was his office I'd contacted in 1998 along with the office of Rex Gore and the newspaper regarding Amy's murder.
A story of fallen police officer, Davina Buff Jones at Bald Head Island was enough to make a person suspicious because Governor Easley and family were invested in the Bald Head area. But then, online accounts of the area's drug history were accounted for in an online blog which cause concern for the good citizens of the state of North Carolina. Many politicians still active in the area are referenced in the story.
Were accounts true that Judge William Gore of the Brunswick area was involved with illegal poker gambling machines? Was it true that Governor Mike Easley appointed Judge Gore to head North Carolina's Division of Motor Vehicles? Was it true that District Attorney Rex Gore required phone calls regarding "green money" cash bail? Was the Gore family totally corrupted with an ongoing hold on a community of coastal North Carolina people living in fear?
I received a threat to stop asking questions. It came from North Carolina and prison system worker, the person said. Ongoing ten years I've lived in survival mode, and total fear for my life because whatever is in North Carolina, Georgia, Alabama and Kentucky involving my son's murder, and Amy Frink's murder is all connected. Is it the mafia, dirty politics, or both? And is it a safe area to visit or write about?
*Online Newspaper accounts indicate Amy Frink died in 1994. She was originally reported, by the Brunswick Beacon Newspaper, beckoning help in solving her murder, to have died in 1992 not long after the Crystal Todd murder.
I have reason to question the authenticity and purpose of these online publications. They also indicate her murderers were found 3 months after my phone calls to Brunswick authorities. In speaking with Mrs. Frink, Amy's mother Spring, 1999, I was told she had no knowledge of the information I'd given Brunswick authorities the previous year regarding Amy's murder. I was also told Amy's murder had not been solved.
So how could the suspects have been arrested in 1998, when in 1999, Amy's mother knew nothing about it? And how could North Carolina release a murderer who stabbed, robbed, raped a young girl and ran over her with her own pickup truck - after just nine years? If this is how the North Carolina justice system works, nobody is safe.
(Now to find THAT phone bill... will take a little more time.)
Helping police solve a murder in North Carolina was followed ongoing ten year nightmare of false arrests, police intimidation and harassment, dead animals, a dead son, sabotaged property, stalking by gangs, lost assets, murdered animals, and horror spanning states including Georgia, Kentucky, and Alabama. I was betrayed by attorneys and ignored or harassed by police. The driving force of hate against was powerful and wealthy according to one attorney, Gatewood Galbraith, saying "There's too much money against you." After my son gave the description of the man he believed was the killer, it took a week to decide to contact authorities regarding Amy Frink's murder. I figured I could quietly make the call, anonymously and give them the information without becoming involved. There was enough information they could drive locally to this man's home. I was so sorry for the family and her mother particularly. I had a daughter myself. It must be horrible to not know who killed a child.
It was the biggest mistake of my life. And when I contacted Ms. Frink in 1999, the murder had not been solved, she had not received the information I'd given police in April 1998, and she had little to no sympathy for me, or the loss of my son. She never called with any kind of thanks or condolences, but later in a phone conversation I initiated, 2001, cautioned me not to mention drugs in any discussion with police. "The police around here have big mouths."
"If you can't trust your local police, then you have more problems than you can imagine," was my response. I was very naive at that time.
This is the last picture I have of my son, compliments of Baldwin County, Alabama sheriff's department. My show dogs, when I refused to sell them, Kentucky gangs decided I wouldn't have them, either. Kentucky gangs are known for removing the larynx of Rottweilers to silence their barking capacity them for the drug lords, and in feeding dogs gun powder as pups to make them extremely aggressive and mean. This is Kentucky's welcome wagon, dead dogs, dead deer strewn across my driveway, and sabotage to my home and property. "You ought to be glad you ain't been burned out," said one local. And another, "That's what Daddy and them did to folks they didn't want around here." Take care in signing a Kentucky land contract. It could be an extortion plot with more people than the seller involved.
Another true story for another time.
One of about 100 of my NC published cartoons 1988-1991.
"My client marches to the tune of a different drummer," - Kenneth H. Schatten, Cobb County divorce court, September, 1999; / Sniffen vs. Sniffen
"If you know of any more of those people in Kentucky who have Lear Jets, send them to me," -Kenneth Schatten, outside divorce court, September, 1999.
"Your divorce is final. I'll be sending you a check this week," - Kenneth Schatten, after divorce court, September 1999
"Judge Grubbs, Attorney Michael Broadbear and myself were at a Christmas Party last night laughing about you and your case." - Kenneth Schatten, December, 1999 (responding to yet another call as to why he hadn't sent the check.)
I was contacted via email by Thomas Schlette of Stuart, Florida who explained he worked for Pinkerton Government Security services, at Vought Air Craft facility. He said my son was still alive and in the witness protection program. Tommy sent pictures of himself and for several years we kept contact via telephone as he continued to reinforce his statements, lost his job at Vought and then moved to the Melbourne, FL area to rent a home from Deb Rickard.
"Go look at the forensics reports really close," Tommy said.
"It says the body had three inch scars, one above each knee," I explained, after closely scrutinizing each page. "A police report also says the body had shoulder length hair." (My son never had shoulder length hair.)
Tommy asked if my son ever had knee surgery.
"My son never had knee surgery or notable leg injuries of any kind," was my response.
"See?" Tommy said, "I told you. That wasn't your son that died in Baldwin County, Alabama."
In our conversations he had mentioned "Unico Governors," Cosa Nostra, and Italian Friends of America, and he was a native of New Jersey. Being from the South, I'd never heard of these organizations. He'd said he had once run illegal fireworks for the Sicilian mafia, once had a candle company and "made millions" in Florida. He said he was very sorry that I was up against the Sicilians, and if true, I wished I could understand how I ever did anything to any Sicilian to invite ten years of death, horrors and police troubles.
Thomas Schlette was found dead August, 2006, in the woods behind the rental home in Grant, Florida. According to one source, his body was decomposed beyond recognition.
He'd described cocaine activity running from south Florida to New Jersey, disguised as potted plants. He'd worked for an Air Force Base near Melbourne, and I thought it strange he was always affiliated with military and airports. I'd been victimized in the Air Force Base town of Warner Robins where the post office was less than trustworthy and a landlord's son was criminal, her son heavily involved with drug trafficking when my son disappeared. Drugs had been an issue at Brunswick, North Carolina in the death of Amy Frink, and not so long before in incredible Colcor investigations in that area which involved politicians; an issue in Cobb County, Georgia with the disappearance of my son; and in Baldwin County, Alabama where the sheriff's department is heavily rumored to have been involved in drug trafficking at the time of my son's alleged "suicide" there.
Now Brunswick's sheriff, Ron Hewett, is in prison, and a police officer, Davina Buff Jones, whom any person can see was clearly executed is rumored to have uncovered drug activity on Bald Head Island, which involved high level politicians in the state. Yet the state of North Carolina ruled her death a suicide, and, like other states, continues to protect those affluent criminals with the finances and power.
The Alabama forensics examiner in my son's case, a native from Marion County, Kentucky, is an area long reputed for hosting the cornbread mafia, deemed hillbilly or bluegrass mafia by others. Another connection is Daytona to Kentucky, with Daytona being the hometown of my ex-husband's mistress and her brothers, and a destination, like south Florida, for Kentuckians rumored to be in the drug trades.
Connected areas are Atlanta & Cobb County, Georgia; Baldwin County, Alabama; Brunswick County, North Carolina; and central Kentucky; and Daytona, Vero Beach, West Palm, and Port St. Lucie. The other puzzle piece is San Diego, and of course, New Jersey, Tommy's home. Arizona was connected to Tommy and Nicholasville, Kentucky's Rick O'Donnell as well. Why were folks relocating out there?
Tommy'd said he "golfed with Mark Foley," before the congressional page stories made news, and that there were undercover drug operations here and there, but he didn't live to see the end. It wasn't long after Tommy's death, until Comair 5191 crashed in Kentucky, and one Kentuckian, Tim Snoddy, was destined for Stuart, Florida where Tommy had been. The plane had at least two passengers who boarded Sunday when Monday was the normal routine. Snoddy was one.
Stories that don't make news are ones like the Lexington airport cargo worker that went to visit his relative and shot himself in the head. Next plane crash in this trail was carrying affluent Paulding County, Georgia Republicans in February, 2008, where my animals had been confiscated and Georgia's speaker of the house law firm let me know I wouldn't be welcome in their state.
When a democracy becomes a narco-republic, how do good people survive? How many more parents will be given gruesome details of their children's bloody, disfiguring deaths? How many more taxes will be spent on a drug war that continues to increase the wealth of criminals with offshore bank accounts? How many more decades will drugs and crime corrupt courts, and infiltrate businesses? Here's the most recent picture I have of my son, compliments of Baldwin County, Alabama. It took SIX YEARS to get the files from the bumbling Boss Hoggs that run Baldwin County, Alabama.
They had some problems with honesty, conflicts in their stories, and apparently were too involved with the airplane landing strip by the sheriff's Oglesby hunting club to be concerned with grieving families. And as recently as last December the "investigating deputy" who is now sheriff and son of the late coroner, attempted to discredit my legitimate concerns in a state-wide Alabama newspaper article after journalist Jillian Kramer requested an interview.
What the Mobile Press Register affiliated journalist didn't write is that forensics reports conflicted with Sheriff Mack's statements. Kramer didn't do her homework, and she didn't grant me the requested courtesy of publication notification or that I could proofread her written words beforehand for any errors.
Human interest journalists should not be involved in serious and criminal and investigative reporting. It isn't fair to the victims of crime, to their families, or to the communities and readership mislead with half-truths.
The mistress, Dale Tilinski, formed a Georgia business, "DT CONSULTING" with my husband about the time he abandoned our daughter in the home, and moved into Tilinski's house, March 1999. Our divorce was finalized by Judge Adele Grubbs, January, 2000. The two married in Hawaii, March 2000. Ms. Tilinski at some point was an IT Consultant for the state of Georgia, community health. DALE TILINSKI SNIFFEN Information technology consultant for staff of Risk Reduction Program. datilinski@dhr.state.ga.us (404) 657-2176 I had been so curious why my husband was so diligently typing on the computer in the basement before all the horrors began. He'd said he was accessing railroad computers using our son's computer in the basement. What was he doing? It's something I always wondered, because before that, he never, ever worked at home other than phone calls.
And for ten years I've wondered whether I'd be able to survive to find out.
Tilinski's family is associated with the now defunct Hughes & Fitzgerald Advertising Agencies, Atlanta.
And I find myself in the midst of central Kentucky, in Alabama Forensics examiner, Julia Goodin, and John Bizzack "Bluegrass Conspiracy" country, wondering why law enforcement and authorities continuously drop the ball, are ineffective, even aggressive towards those who threaten to expose the truth; and how Bizzack's kept his job after covering up all those murders––if it's really true. He's headed Criminal Justice Training for years, even since the book documented his coverups. In speaking with Detective Jude, 2001, of Criminal Justice, nothing was done about the sabotage to my home and killing of my animals. Jude, I was told, retired soon after I spoke with him.
The trick is apparently to have a person think there's an undercover operation when there isn't. That way, NOBODY talks, not even the victim. It's well thought out, in fact, a genius plan surely proven with time, keeping criminals in full control.
Maybe the Baldwin County, Alabama rat with his head blown off, knee surgery and shoulder length hair wearing Crenshaw machine shop clothing took took the hit and an early grave for my son.
And maybe the mob found my son, the talented musician, Gerard J. Sniffen, III, who'd just auditioned at Kennesaw State University for a one-man show, another place to play.
Anything's possible in the USA. If the government has "witness protection," private money can design and purchase something much better than that.
Those were the words of Atlanta Attorney, Kenneth Schatten in the presence of Private Investigator, Billy Carter. Schatten had bragged about Carter's experience, that he was featured in the book, "Praying for Sheetrock." Yet later I was advised not to engage the help of police and to keep the matter private. In fact, Schatten wrote, Carter had already collected information regarding the Alabama "suicide," but it would take more money in the midst of a very nasty divorce, to unlock the details.
Will a Cobb County divorce court be the last place you see your child alive? It's what happened to me.
So in Atlanta, when an attorney suspects murder, in the midst of an ongoing divorce negotiation, is he supposed to summons police? Schatten's words were nearly believable, but I suspected instead, my estranged husband and his mistress had opted to make the boy disappear. Little Gerry had knowledge of his father's extramarital affair, had confided the information to me, and he was aware his father had given false information to Cobb County police.
My estranged husband, Gerard J. Sniffen, Jr. was a powerful Norfolk Southern railroad executive at that time, in charge of the railroad's communications and signals systems. He was aware his sons had recently been victimized by a paroled felon (Frederick Grant) involved with cocaine, but at my suggestion he refused to contact Cobb County police saying instead, "I took care of Fred myself."
There were several Georgia attorneys involved during the death and disappearance. When it happened initially, George C. Childs, and Jim Knight of Marietta were my attorneys, and swiftly dropped the case following my son's death and burial- that I was unable to attend because of the legal arrangements, false arrests and harassment. George Childs told Coweta police I had said my son was suicidal which was untrue. Because of lawyers arrangements, I hadn't seen my son nor spoken with him for two months. The last day I saw him alive was in the Cobb County courthouse in Marietta, Georgia. How could I know his state of mind? I had no way of knowing. So why would George Childs be dishonest with police? What was his angle?
And later Kenneth Schatten said Judge Adele Grubbs would be sympathetic in my case because her daughter had also committed suicide. I found Schatten was dishonest as well. It was untrue because I phoned Judge Grubbs and asked her myself.
Schatten took over when Childs & Knight opted out, and the opposing attorney representing the boy's father was Atlanta attorney, Michael Broadbear. Since I have found some Florida connections with some of these attorneys that are questionable, in fact, quite interesting, and some of their other clients are interesting, as well.
So where does "civil" law stop and "criminal" law begin? And are attorneys ever found guilty of crimes or fraud? I sent a copy of the Schatten letter suggesting I should avoid police to the GBI (Georgia Bureau of Investigation.) Their response:
"Oh, that's a lawyer's tactic."
And if this is how the law operates, then nobody is safe, and not an attorney alive can be trusted. Is anyone safe in Georgia and is this what happens to families and their children when Georgia lawyers handle their cases?
Will a Georgia courtroom be the last place you see your child alive?
Attorneys: George Childs, James Knight, Marietta; Michael Broadbear, Kenneth Schatten, Atlanta. Broadbear was opposing attorney throughout the entire divorce/alleged death and burial of my son. George Childs and James Knight dropped my case as soon as the boy was allegedly buried. Over a course of 6 weeks while funeral/burial arrangements were occurring I was being arrested and harassed (charges disappeared, dismissed and/or thrown out of court) while my attorney, George Childs was conveniently on vacation. There was nobody to phone for help. But George Childs told Coweta police I said my son was suicidal when I didn't. I hadn't seen my son for weeks with no way of knowing his state of mind, compliments of Cobb County courts, and, apparently–– attorneys and others involved.
During the period of time my son disappeared in Georgia, allegedly killed himself in Alabama (12/9/98,) was memorialized in Georgia (12/24/98,) and was buried in Virginia (1/16/99) I was being harassed by police, was placed in three Georgia jails, and even involuntarily committed to a state hospital 72 hours. I was detained nearly 7 days because "doctors are enjoying their holiday weekend" over New Years and weren't available to release me. The false arrests and costs prevented my presence at his services and attempts with body identification and questioning authorities regarding his death. All of the charges against me either disappeared or were dismissed from Georgia courts.
"The law" in Georgia can be used as a coercion tactic, as Peach County Magistrate Judge Laurens Lee had said, "If you will just sign your divorce papers, all of your problems will disappear." At the time I asked if he thought my other children would be killed if I didn't sign. I'd find later the corruption wasn't only in Georgia, but other states were suffering from massive corruption, as well. In speaking with George Childs a few years later, I requested all of my files. He complained his hard drive had failed, but was able to provide some of the copies.
Response: "I hope you have a good memory, Mr. Childs."
In Cobb County, Georgia an affluent or executive divorce can mean horror for the spouse. Dead or threatened children, ridiculing attorneys and judges laughing at cocktail parties about the case, jails, false arrests, police harassment following the targeted individual. One of the local connected lawyers relatives (Beard) might even wind up owning your business. Expect a days notice at the most on the important court trials.
With the false arrests, Georgia "state court" can give no more than an hour's notice, which leads to yet another warrant if missed. Flee the state to avoid further persecution? Expect to lose everything you have because word travels among the mighty. You will experience harassing police, even in other "Southern" states, and thieves and organized criminals sent to terrorize you, and finish what was started in Cobb County, Georgia.
Contact the police, they'll laugh and look the other way. If you get out alive, and your children are alive, consider yourself lucky. It's no place for an abused mother who's former spouse has an affluent business partner/mistress. In Georgia court, if they're affluent, in business, and connected, like his mistress, Dale Tilinski and business partner, her ad agency sister, Dorothy Hughes-Shields, they'll win. The fact that you're even still alive and sane after all the horrors, would warrant an investigation. Expect months or years of waiting and continuing horrors, maybe for the rest of your life. It's an aspect of their little "Georgia divorce" game.
Expect any children's inheritance to go to the attorneys, or courts, or for survival in the streets for the divorce duration, or for costs with the false arrests and attorney horror stories.
Georgia is one place the courts and lawyers can work to destroy parties involved, and make plenty of money for the state doing it.
Communist Russia might be a safer place to live, if you're on the losing side in a Cobb County, Georgia divorce.
Note in Georgia they can make arrangements to involuntary commit a spouse, make an "incurably insane" diagnosis, and grant the opposing spouse a quick, painless instant divorce. The world is conditioned to believe these things do not happen in the United States and the world should know the truth. Attorneys are trained to viciously attack a person or parent, use every form of human degradation and make arrangements to intimidate, incarcerate, coerce or ridicule a person into agreement to the attorney's and/or client's satisfaction.
Note, this Atlanta attorney, Michael Broadbear had little sympathy that our son had died in the midst of his designs for my destruction. He did a good job for his Georgia client, Norfolk Southern executive Assistant Vice President, Gerard J. Sniffen, Jr., my husband of nearly 25 years.
In this situation Gerard Sniffen, Jr. had an extramarital affair, a mistress and they had formed a business together, registered in the state of Georgia as "DT Consulting." They were living together before our divorce was final, even during the month of this attorney's correspondence.
At Central State Hospital where they made my incarceration arrangements (to add stress during the period of time of my son's death) for 72 hours, the doctors decided to keep me there longer than the court ordered time. It's good to know, that after incarceration, they can do virtually anything they want to a person, say anything they want, write anything they want, document anything they want.
Because I refused medication wanting to keep my mind clear, I was threatened with injection. My saving grace, I had taken MONEY and requested it be converted to telephone change, where I was able to make numerous phone calls and finally get released by applying pressure from the outside.
There was a woman there whose husband had put her away FOURTEEN YEARS before, and if she was not insane then, I can guarantee 14 years in that filthy, oppressive place would make any person angry, afraid, and finally "crazy," or, as in the old days it was described, "absolutely mad."
"They paid me $1000 to drive a pickup truck to Indiana. The bed was covered with a plastic tarp, and on the way I got curious as to what was inside. So I pulled over and looked under the tarp. It will filled to the top of the bed with cash money. I never saw so much money in my life." - M. Reynolds, Mercer County, KY
There've been several Indiana connections, including Kentucky locals. Indiana is where the Cornbread Mafia is said to have gotten it's name––from growing marijuana in Indiana cornfields.
But with my corporate railroad divorce, his mistress/wife now is connected with a Lafayette, Indiana man, named Malsbary. Marcus Schrenker, the Destin, Florida destined suicide pilot was located in Lafayette, Indiana with a $million home in Acworth, Georgia where I used to live. Why does Lafayette pop up with so many investigations? There are several Indiana connections, many attached to Kentucky.
Realizing Georgia was extremely corrupt in courts, with attorneys, false arrests and police harassment the only thing a targeted individual can do is seek help or haven outside the state. My dad and most of my uncles died when we were kids, so none of our immediate family had a network of fathers to ask for help. So I thought maybe Senator Lugar, even as a distant cousin, might at least ask questions on my behalf. My attempts to contact Senator Lugar were blocked by his assistant. Worse, without my permission, Lugar's assistant forwarded information back to the states where I was enduring the persecution, and living in sheer terror of authorities.
Senator Lugar is a very distant cousin. His Lugar family originated in the mountains of Virginia. Margaret Melinda Lugar was my great-great grandmother, and all descend from German Hessians, Revolutionary War. So does Senator Lugar know what's going on in his state? Do any Senators or Congressmen investigate illegal activities in their home states or home counties? Do they care? Having already written to Senator Coverdell, a year later he was dead. Kentucky's powerful Senator McConnell had this to say regarding my civil rights and abuses I had endured: "Our Constitution gives to the executive and judicial branches of government the responsibility of disposing of individual cases."
Attorneys: George Childs, James Knight, Marietta; Michael Broadbear, Kenneth Schatten, Atlanta. Broadbear was opposing attorney throughout the entire divorce/alleged death and burial of my son. George Childs and James Knight dropped my case as soon as the boy was allegedly buried. Over a course of 6 weeks while funeral/burial arrangements were occurring I was being arrested and harassed (charges disappeared, dismissed and/or thrown out of court) while my attorney, George Childs was conveniently on vacation. There was nobody to phone for help. But George Childs told Coweta police I said my son was suicidal when I didn't. I hadn't seen my son for weeks with no way of knowing his state of mind, compliments of Cobb County courts, and, apparently–– attorneys and others involved. In speaking with George Childs a few years later, I requested all of my files. He complained his hard drive had failed, but was able to provide some of the copies.
Response: "I hope you have a good memory, Mr. Childs."
In Cobb County, Georgia an affluent or executive divorce can mean horror for the spouse. Dead or threatened children, ridiculing attorneys and judges laughing at cocktail parties about the case, jails, false arrests, police harassment following the targeted individual. One of the local connected lawyers relatives (Beard) might even wind up owning your business. Expect a days notice at the most on the important court trials.
With the false arrests, Georgia "state court" can give no more than an hour's notice, which leads to yet another warrant if missed. Flee the state to avoid further persecution? Expect to lose everything you have because word travels among the mighty. You will experience harassing police, even in other "Southern" states, and thieves and organized criminals sent to terrorize you, and finish what was started in Cobb County, Georgia.
Contact the police, they'll laugh and look the other way. If you get out alive, and your children are alive, consider yourself lucky. It's no place for an abused mother who's former spouse has an affluent business partner/mistress. In Georgia court, if they're affluent, in business, and connected, like his mistress, Dale Tilinski and business partner, her ad agency sister, Dorothy Hughes-Shields, they'll win. The fact that you're even still alive and sane after all the horrors, would warrant an investigation. Expect months or years of waiting and continuing horrors, maybe for the rest of your life. It's an aspect of their little "Georgia divorce" game.
Expect any children's inheritance to go to the attorneys, or courts, or for survival in the streets for the divorce duration, or for costs with the false arrests and attorney horror stories.
Georgia is one place the courts and lawyers can work to destroy parties involved, and make plenty of money for the state doing it.
Communist Russia might be a safer place to live, if you're on the losing side in a Cobb County, Georgia divorce.
Those were the words of Atlanta Attorney, Kenneth Schatten in the presence of Private Investigator, Billy Carter. Schatten had bragged about Carter's experience, that he was featured in the book, "Praying for Sheetrock." Yet later I was advised not to engage the help of police and to keep the matter private. In fact, Schatten wrote, Carter had already collected information regarding the Alabama "suicide," but it would take more money in the midst of a very nasty divorce, to unlock the details.
Will a Cobb County divorce court be the last place you see your child alive? It's what happened to me.
So in Atlanta, when an attorney suspects murder, in the midst of an ongoing divorce negotiation, is he supposed to summons police? Schatten's words were nearly believable, but I suspected instead, my estranged husband and his mistress had opted to make the boy disappear. Little Gerry had knowledge of his father's extramarital affair, had confided the information to me, and he was aware his father had given false information to Cobb County police.
My estranged husband, Gerard J. Sniffen, Jr. was a powerful Norfolk Southern railroad executive at that time, in charge of the railroad's communications and signals systems. He was aware his sons had recently been victimized by a paroled felon (Frederick Grant) involved with cocaine, but at my suggestion he refused to contact Cobb County police saying instead, "I took care of Fred myself."
There were several Georgia attorneys involved during the death and disappearance. When it happened initially, George C. Childs, and Jim Knight of Marietta were my attorneys, and swiftly dropped the case following my son's death and burial- that I was unable to attend because of the legal arrangements, false arrests and harassment. George Childs told Coweta police I had said my son was suicidal which was untrue. Because of lawyers arrangements, I hadn't seen my son nor spoken with him for two months. The last day I saw him alive was in the Cobb County courthouse in Marietta, Georgia. How could I know his state of mind? I had no way of knowing. So why would George Childs be dishonest with police? What was his angle?
And later Kenneth Schatten said Judge Adele Grubbs would be sympathetic in my case because her daughter had also committed suicide. I found Schatten was dishonest as well. It was untrue because I phoned Judge Grubbs and asked her myself.
Schatten took over when Childs & Knight opted out, and the opposing attorney representing the boy's father was Atlanta attorney, Michael Broadbear. Since I have found some Florida connections with some of these attorneys that are questionable, in fact, quite interesting, and some of their other clients are interesting, as well.
So where does "civil" law stop and "criminal" law begin? And are attorneys ever found guilty of crimes or fraud? I sent a copy of the Schatten letter suggesting I should avoid police to the GBI (Georgia Bureau of Investigation.) Their response:
"Oh, that's a lawyer's tactic."
And if this is how the law operates, then nobody is safe, and not an attorney alive can be trusted. Is anyone safe in Georgia and is this what happens to families and their children when Georgia lawyers handle their cases?
Will a Georgia courtroom be the last place you see your child alive?
Gordon Bennett of Kentucky said plenty. He'd asked a guy in Warner Robins, Georgia whether he was a member of the Dixieland mafia.
"The mafia runs the government," was also memorable quote.
Spend time these areas a person targeted by the mafias might also find cause to fear police. The more time spent in Kentucky proved many of Gordon's words true. Later Bill Casy would say, "We are the law," meaning himself, his friends, and folks he said, who had been in trouble with cocaine. They had a network, and Casey boasted of his Irish Catholic roots and uncle over west coast customs, Mr. Dunlevie, all having originated in Rhode Island. Planted permanently in Kentucky, he had Cincinnati connections. He joked bad weather's good, being in the siding business, the more damage, the more work. Last leaving Kentucky, the word was Casey had himself a nice house with pool, Corvette, two new Harleys.
Musicians from Cincinnati would come down to Jack Goble's Lexington Boardwalk Bar on Sunday nights for an open jam session. In one article, Goble was credited for hooking the Montgomery brothers in with Nashville. Goble died suddenly in 2005, with many country music folks affectionately referring to him as "Daddy Jack."
Another connection to Cincinnati was Kenny Cain, who made regular runs from Nicholasville, Kentucky to get old Harley motorcycle parts. Cain boasted he was a member of the "Hillbilly mafia." He had a friend in Hyden, Rick Lewis, aka "Lurch," who was a grand bass player, but appeared to be strictly rock-and-roll. His mother owned a hardware store where he lived with his two aggressive dogs.
Hyden is a little town near Hazard, and home to football fame, Tim Couch and some others. A guy told a story about being lured to Hyden where Lurch appeared to have police under his control. When police were beckoned for help, they commented that against Lurch they would need backup, and called for state police assistance. There stood Lurch and the police, then recommended a motel for the night to this same guy, where he was subsequently robbed. It's the kind of place to pinch oneself and realize this isn't a movie, it's the real thing. That Hyden was so near Hazard, Kentucky would cause a person to wonder if this wasn't the set for the old show, "Dukes of Hazard."
Back in Nicholasville Lurch had several friends, one who went to Alaska and South America, and lived on the Kentucky River. Joking one Kentuckian said, "That river has things in it big enough to eat ya'." Casey was heeled in the area with a house boat on Lake Herrington, a lake with a shady reputation.
Kentucky was a wild place where outlaws ran the state whether wearing cowboy, biker garb, robes or businessmen's suits. In Lebanon, don't mention marijuana or the judge will be upset, and that same judge just had his territory expanded by the governor. Kentucky is in the top three states in marijuana production, the state's number one cash crop. That, the horse industry, and coal has created an area where the rich are few and the poor are among the poorest in the country. Fear is alive in communities and the country with one elderly woman saying, "Honey, aren't you afraid to go outside your house at night?" Gordon had said I should read the Bluegrass Conspiracy to better understand the state. In research and in personal experience the Bluegrass mafia is comprised of two basic groups. The Hillbilly group extends over to Nashville and into Tennessee; and the Lebanon based Cornbread mob extends up into Indiana. Both "do local favors" for mafias in other areas, like Chicago, New York, New England, who reciprocate favors for the Bluegrass in their home turf areas, according to one Bluegrass member –– now deceased.
Kentucky has some of the finest people in the world. But like any other state, there is an underlying subdued group connected in even at the highest levels of politics and government––and some just might be kinfolk.
The darkest days in America are those where good, honest citizens are forced to live in fear because of backyard gangs, illegal enterprise and organized crime.
Surely Kentucky isn't the only state where a person can be destroyed by operating, homegrown criminal organizations while law enforcement and authorities refuse to investigate. It surely happens everywhere. While the mafias may have murdered my son, and colluded with Georgia individuals and organized criminals to destroy my life and happiness, they didn't have to involve the innocent animals.
Those were the words of Atlanta Attorney, Kenneth Schatten in the presence of Private Investigator, Billy Carter. Schatten had bragged about Carter's experience, that he was featured in the book, "Praying for Sheetrock." Yet later I was advised not to engage the help of police and to keep the matter private. In fact, Schatten wrote, Carter had already collected information regarding the Alabama "suicide," but it would take more money in the midst of a very nasty divorce, to unlock the details.
So in Atlanta, when an attorney suspects murder, in the midst of an ongoing divorce negotiation, is he supposed to summons police? Schatten's words were nearly believable, but I suspected instead, my estranged husband and his mistress had opted to make the boy disappear. Little Gerry had knowledge of his father's extramarital affair, had confided the information to me, and he was aware his father had given false information to Cobb County police.
My estranged husband, Gerard J. Sniffen, Jr. was a powerful Norfolk Southern railroad executive at that time, in charge of the railroad's communications and signals systems. He was aware his sons had recently been victimized by a paroled felon (Frederick Grant) involved with cocaine, but at my suggestion he refused to contact Cobb County police saying instead, "I took care of Fred myself."
There were several Georgia attorneys involved during the death and disappearance. When it happened initially, George C. Childs, and Jim Knight of Marietta were my attorneys, and swiftly dropped the case following my son's death. Schatten took over when Childs & Knight opted out, and the opposing attorney representing the boy's father was Atlanta attorney, Michael Broadbear.
So where does "civil" law stop and "criminal" law begin? And are attorneys ever found guilty of crimes or fraud? I sent a copy of the Schatten letter suggesting I should avoid police to the GBI (Georgia Bureau of Investigation.) Their response:
"Oh, that's a lawyer's tactic."
And if this is how the law operates, then nobody is safe, and not an attorney alive can be trusted.
American Divorce: A Legal Racket Experience In the state of Georgia a divorce can be granted in 31 days. With assets involved it can drag out for years, and the assets can go to attorneys and courts, with time and stress actually destroying the lives and children of the clients. There and other states, "the law" can be used to coerce, intimidate, threaten, and emotionally destroy a party in a lawsuit.
My divorce involved 23 years of marriage, three talented children, assets, a railroad executive, a mistress, and organized crime, so it wasn't an ordinary divorce. Neither the railroad, the mistress, nor organized crime were in my corner. I was bound to lose one way or another. Surprisingly, thus far I still have my life.
I chose to leave Georgia to avoid further false arrest, intimidation tactic horrors used by lawyers in Georgia, and await the attorney and legal games elsewhere. My attorney, Ken Schatten, had said he, the opposing attorney, Michael Broadbear, and Judge Adele Grubbs were all at a 1999 Christmas Party laughing about me and my case. I recall asking Mr. Schatten whether that was a violation of attorney-client privilege. He was in on the trashing even before the divorce was final, after nearly a year of my living in the streets.
I went to Kentucky figuring it might be the less evil than Georgia, and found differently. This criminal organization spans states. A Kentucky man named Gordon Bennett had shown up and said Kentucky was not like Georgia. He was also possibly connected to a group my husband had connected with in Key West, Florida at Hog's Breath Saloon. Maybe I'd find that out, too. Later I'd find some Kentucky folks connected down in Key West, as well.
(And eventually I'd find out who killed my son in Alabama while the State of Georgia was incarcerating and harassing his mother.)
With only a couple family members left alive in Virginia, I was afraid to bring this criminal stalking network to the doorsteps of my remaining relatives. It wouldn't be fair to have an organized criminal group wreck their lives as they were destroying mine. For now I'd have to hang out in Kentucky to await the Georgia divorce. It was the only choice because these people will destroy everything and everybody you care about.
A targeted person must stay nearly completely alone. Organizations bent on destruction of a life want to keep control of their victim to continue the horrors, or maintain control. An insider can let the bosses know the victim's plans, dreams and intentions. Then sabotage and extortion plans are made higher up the mob totem pole. If they can set you up with one of theirs, then they've got you under control. So they send little potential "boyfriends."
I had a friend back in Virginia and the same network must operate there. Her divorce was from an affluent, old family and her lawyer had advised, "You'd better live at the foot of the cross from now on." He knew she'd be watched and stalked. In fact, my husband had paid her ex-husband, a Botetourt politician, a visit on Norfolk Southern railroad cell tower business. Perhaps they shared notes and contacts.
The important thing is to keep good records, make telephone calls, keep family informed, be seen regularly––and try to stay alive. I'm sure others so alone have been found "overdosed," or died of "natural causes" at home. For quick public recognition, I chose karaoke and came to know locals there regularly, in case I should disappear rumors would spread, folks would ask questions.
The inability to attend my son's funeral, burial, or identify his body because of false arrests and accusations in Georgia created so much fear and emotion, I knew if I wanted to survive I had to get out of the state.
Magistrate Laurens Lee of Peach County, GA had said if I'd only sign my divorce papers all of my problems would disappear. In fact felony charges miraculously disappeared in his county. They had been used by my landlord to intimidate and harass me, and keep me from my son's body ident, funeral and burial. The landlord was a part of the criminal network. She also kept my downpayment when I fled the state.
This isn't just organized crime, but extortion by extremely affluent, educated, connected people. She'd boasted of the 12 years she spent in Dachau, Germany and so I have always figured she was a part of "that kind" of network, also boasting "Church of Christ."
The landlord was tied in with Alabama, had to be connected to the divorce situation, through attorneys and ex. They had to have been colluding, using "the law" to intimidate and coerce. She would not go away from my doorstep and the rental was several miles from her house. Are there any rules in Georgia regarding landlords and tenant privacy? What was worse, the landlord, Nell Stumpff, was tied with drug criminals through her son.
Gordon Bennett, the Kentuckian who said Kentucky was different took me in Lexington to his personal divorce attorney, Mr. Sherman. He explained Sherman was Jewish, that Jews were smart and that he'd take my case for civil rights violations. I took the stack of well preserved papersinto his office to prove my case, knowing that surely a Jewish person would be concerned with this kind of corruption and human rights abuses, even if I wasn't Jewish.
When affluent people collude among themselves and attorneys, there's little chance for a regular citizen to correct wrongs. A complaint to the bar association creates more collusion. The attorney is always considered honest, trustworthy, and respectable whether or not it's true. An attorney knows that a contempt charge is far cheaper than costs and travel to the state to make things right. He knows the ropes, has the social connections, and knows how to hang a person with legalities. When an attorney turns against a client, he can wreck the client's world from one state to the next. It's the way it's set up. "Courtesy" among attorneys gives him the last word if his client goes to another attorney to seek help.
It's kind of like an IRA. The banking institution always want to know where you're moving your money, (as if it's any of their business.)
Sherman looked at me, looked at the papers, and then became very rude. "Get this out of my office right now!" He was an extension of the Georgia network, and I knew it then. Later when I would be stalked an harassed via mail and telephone by "Sherman Acquisitions" for $25,000.00. I had to wonder if it was the same Sherman family as the Lexington lawyer. Worse, because the number $25,000 kept showing up later, it came known in my mind as an "ABRAMOFF INCREMENT." Because $25,000 was one of Jack Abramoff's favorite numbers, and most of these people I was up against were, in fact, Republicans.
Had Schatten and his Private Detective friend, Billy Carter, been Republican I could have blamed the party exclusively, since the EX his attorney were all loyal Republicans. But, when requesting help from Democrats, there was nobody to be found. In fact they seemed to all join together in this contemporary human destruction–– kind of like something you'd imagine in a Spanish Inquisition torture chamber. They seemed to enjoy it, being good cocktail party entertainment for the affluent in Cobb County, Georgia. So, is it true what Gordon Bennett said? Does the MAFIA really run the government? I wanted to get those answers, as well.
Not so far from the truth, the Altenbachs, attorneys in the Greenberg Traurig law firm surely knew Jack Abramoff. And they were involved with the ex's Atlanta attorney, Republican Michael Broadbear in some of his business endeavours.
So maybe this is the "Jack Abramoff mafia" at work at $25,000 a shot. I hadn't known many other Jewish folks in my life, one was Gershon Silber, a doctor from Chicago who had moved to Tuscon, Arizona and then to Virginia. He was a very gifted physician so rich, his wife said he actually gave money away. He was also a marijuana proponent, she'd said. He moved from the Veterans Administration to treating indigent and prisoners in the Wytheville, Marion, Virginia areas. I felt so sad for him, as all of his family had been destroyed during the Holocaust on the road between Warsaw and Moscow. But his grandfather had succeeded in Chicago and his father had become a famous heart surgeon.
My Atlanta attorney hadn't done as well. He'd requested $2500.00 for information Private Detective Billy Carter had gathered regarding my son's death. Is there something special about the increment 25? The Schatten family is very affluent in Atlanta. My deceased son had attended Kennesaw State University, auditioned as a singer, song writer, guitarist. Ken Schatten's mother is a philanthropist there, as are "who's who" of Cobb County, including Facility Group. My son had his last bank account at Paulding's West Side Bank, whose directors include Congressman Phil Gingrey and House Speaker Glenn Richardson. I've often wondered whether these affluent people realize there are treacherous organized criminal organizations who might some day threaten, even kill, their children.
Speaker Richardson knows about Georgia divorce. He was able to scramble and get a quick divorce, and keep the details secret. Wikipedia states,
Speedy divorce On February 11, 2008, the Atlanta Journal-Constitution reported that "House Speaker Glenn Richardson and his wife filed for divorce, completed the dissolution of their marriage and got court records of the proceedings sealed – all in a single afternoon last week."[4] According to the AJC, this was done by Paulding Superior Court Judge James Osborne, a former law partner of Richardson's, who then sealed the records in apparent violation of the rules that govern the state's superior courts.[5] However, Osborne later stated that the Richardson divorce was not yet final, and that he had only put the records under court seal. State law requires a 30-day waiting period before uncontested divorces become final, but a judge may grant an immediate divorce after finding circumstances such as spousal abuse, incurable mental illness or adultery.[6]
Being moved around by a corporation is never easy on a family. So when ours was transferred from Charlotte to Atlanta with Norfolk Southern Railroad, 1993 the family scampered to accommodate his employer.
It had been an emotionally brutal couple years for my eldest son. Amy Caroline Frink's death in 1992 was followed a year later by the death of another friend from Charlotte Latin School, Anna Kennedy. Her August, 1993 death occurred in a head-on collision while traveling to the North Carolina beach.
Both teenagers died in coastal region of North Carolina. A third, Crystal Todd, had died not long before in another horror story in South Carolina. In online Frink accounts, with no suspects and more than 160 questioned, (and an obviously brutal killer on the loose) noted Horry County, S.C. investigator Lt. Bill Knowles had advised there was no reason for travelers to be frightened while traveling through the area. Knowles had investigated both girl's murders.
A memorial garden is dedicated to Anna Kennedy at Charlotte Latin School. It's where my eldest son who had also known Amy Frink during summer vacations, graduated, 1993. He remained in Charlotte to attend college and the family moved on, our second son, Gerard J. Sniffen, III, remaining in Camden Military Academy, Camden SC. Gerard J. Sniffen, III. He would die shortly after I contacted Brunswick Authorities offering information to help solve Amy's murder, 1998. His bloody Alabama death had similar characteristics as Amy's, both last known calling from a phone booth, both crossing state lines, and without maternal body identification. Within months after my tips to the District Attorney, Rex Gore, Sheriff Ron Hewett's office, and the Brunswick Beacon Newspaper, Brunswick authorities found the killers, although not matching the information given.
Had I not become involved in Amy's case, and kept quiet, my own son may still be alive. It's shocking to realize silence is sometimes the best choice for witnesses to crimes. With all respect, I wish I could turn back time, and never involved myself or risked my family.
There is a connection between the murders because of the similarities of the deaths. Perhaps North Carolina was paying me back for being involved as a cartoonist. I had also been involved in the Union County community in North Carolina regarding crime, local and state political cartoons, P.T.A., and even chatted with the local sheriff about the possibility of putting drug dogs in the schools. The Democratic party was surely not happy with the newspaper editor or my cartoons when Republicans won the local elections.
in that era, and that former Governor Easley is rumored to have been involved with his brother in cocaine, things continue to piece together.
There are online accounts of Amy's death which recall many of the details I'd read in the Brunswick Beacon years before. Finding a similar story from Horry County sensationalized by True Crime TV, I found similarities in the Frink and Crystal Todd murders startling. I learned of Amy's tragic death in the Brunswick Beacon Newspaper, one I'd contributed a "jet ski" cartoon. We'd owned land there on a natural canal planning to build someday, and received the weekly publication by mail.
Wilmington, NC Morning Star News, Staff Writer Scott Gold wrote the account of the brutality Amy suffered, and how more than 160 interviews produced absolutely no information leading to a suspect. Acting Horry County, SC police Chief, Gerald Whitley was one of the investigators.
The suffering Amy's family experienced was and is surely beyond anything most parents could imagine.
Her investigation had involved a locally and nationally famous Horry County Police Chief, Lt. Bill Knowles, who was also active in the TruTV sensationalized
I had recalled that Amy had phoned her sister, and that she had died in S.C., questioning how a trial could have occurred in N.C. It was explained that her body had been moved after the murder, which explained the Brunswick trial, and South Carolina investigators.
In another online account Frank Maley, staff writer for the Wilmington Morning Star writes from Bolivia. Mentioning Lt. Bill Knowles, he explained invesitgators were tight-lipped and that some of the evidence was conflicting.
Amy had been chatting with her mother at nearly 3 a.m. before she left to go visit her sister in South Carolina and met the horrible fate.
When my son disappeared from Georgia, December 1998, he also made a call from a phone booth and spoke with his father. At that time his father was having an affair with a woman who had Raleigh, NC connections. Like Amy's murder, there were conflicting stories in Baldwin County, Alabama regarding my son's death. It's sad to see so many good families suffer.
Two years ago seven South Carolina college teens died in a
Although accounts since have blamed alcohol and partying for the teens tragic deaths, it's difficult to understand not one awakened to escape, and all were killed.
While in today's sensationalized, televised, computerized world it's a task for people to find the truth in any given situation, there isn't a Good Mom out there who wouldn't want this little card for a Mother's Day gift. The age-old words so many of us grew to know so well hold true 2000 years later, with so many things, including "unjust" judges, and even the credibility of lawyers and....
"The Truth Shall Set You Free."
The $Million questions are these: Will good Democrats and Republicans, regardless of wealth, political status, and/or fame, investigate & prosecute shady members of their own political parties?
Now that former N.C. governor Mike Easley is in the hot seat, we learn of all the opportunities and assets made available to him as governor. He had trips abroad, free travel, land opportunities and the rich-and-famous at his service. Perhaps he’s about to experience the trauma of trainwrecked Americans––those who’ve had the doors of opportunity closed, because they’re targeted, despised or socially written off.
Let’s hope he nor his family ever experiences the despair and loneliness of social blacklisting. If he does, perhaps he will still have enough power to enact laws against those forms of hate crimes. When a person finds himself set up for derailment, nothing will happen as expected. There will be difficulty, errors and omissions in nearly every endeavor. Rumors will travel ahead carefully whispered by well-connected, secretive people.
Christianity carries the age-old stories of betrayal, deception, corruption, unjust lawyers, judges, politics and social detachment. In the Bible Jesus would arrive at a town knowing rumors, whether good or bad, had arrived before him. He was up against the elites of his day for threatening their power and control over the masses. He would quiz curious crowds learning of gossip and rumors preceding his arrival. Human nature changes little through the centuries, and the beauty of good religions lies within its wisdoms.
Easley was governor of North Carolina for eight years. Before that, he was Attorney General for eight years. While he was Attorney General Amy Frink was murdered, and a few years later I gave North Carolina authorities new information regarding her murder. Within six months my own son disappeared and was dead in Alabama with similar circumstances. Easley was still Attorney General.
With former governors, Alabama’s Siegelman and Carolina’s Easley both in the hot-seat, there are several things-in-common: NASCAR affiliations, Democrat party, Catholic religion, lottery proponents, maybe more. Several entities and industries connect the two states.
I’ve joked if they took three things out of the South, they’d take the D out of Dixie: country music, race cars, & fishin.’ All three are connected to this ongoing story, and sailboats, planes and yachts are others.
Land Contract: When I entered into the land contract in Kentucky the papers were drawn for the seller by Senator Dan Kelly. The terms were $25,000 cash down and within a year I would have to find financing. Having lived in the streets with a credit card awaiting the divorce settlement I had some debts which would prohibit an easy loan. But when the courts are sitting on money, it destroys credit, and that’s a part of the “game.” Having been married 23 years I had no credit of my own. Therefore I saw little other choice of having a home than a land contract.
Initially I contacted Conseco, a company that offered loans to higher risk customers for a price. What I found is the telephone quote was not the same when it arrived on paper. The papers requiring signature for the '30 year noose,' were two percentage points higher than the verbal quote.
For those unaware who are conditioned to trust this system, be sure to ALWAYS carefully read the fine print, every word, every number. NEVER, EVER trust a person's word-of-mouth before signing any document or agreement. If there is any question or confusion as to terms, do not be afraid to postpone the signature. Then find help before signing anything.
The Conseco loan officer was very nice, and I believe she discovered she’d been caught up in trouble, she left to work for Wells Fargo, but before leaving advised that the land contract and financing situation was “an extortion issue.” It did no good to seek any form of help from lawyers or otherwise, in my position in any endeavor. The upper eschelons were poised to look the other way. So, the seller went around telling people he’d scare me off the farm, keep the cash and get his farm back. In essence, $25,000 would disappear. It wasn’t long before I realized how serious this was for myself and the only friends I had left. My Georgia lawyer had already pulled what I considered some shifty moves, so couldn’t be trusted, still the courts had ordered him to fulfill the decree, which is called being stuck. He advised me of the divorce trial a day before, giving me less than 24 hours to be in Georgia. He avoided and would not return phone calls, and he, like George Childs, the previous lawyer, had taken a personal vacation when I was in trouble. Schatten played the waiting game with results. It was as though the lawyers were “in on” the destruction game. Schatten had even said he and the Judge were at a Cobb County Christmas cocktail party with the opposing lawyer, Michael Broadbear laughing about me and my case. It was a part of his strategy, and I so wondered who was on the other side of it all.
Only a man from so affluent a family could know the power of ridicule so well. It’s what the elites do best. Easley might be finding it out soon and I certainly hope not, because it’s very painful.
What these types of lawyers do is wear a client’s patience, make them so angry they’ll do something stupid. Then the lawyer flips the story against his client, playing the harassment or “crazy" card. George Childs used the harassment accusation, and Schatten kept the game going. Childs, at least, saw the case through my son’s disappearance and death before he dropped out of the game. Now apparently he’s in collections, and maybe should join the the Lexington attorney Sherman, or Sherman Aquisitions who seemed to be involved in all of this from the get-go.
The sad thing about attorneys is their system is set so a person can be stuck because the attorney has the last word, and bar associations are weak with reprimands. In finding an alternate lawyer the original lawyer is noted with the possibility of a contact. Somewhere along the way there's a possible meeting of the minds, and whatever transpires in those conversations can ruin a client for good in every area of his/her life following from state to state, town to town.
Somehow in contacting Willie Gary of Florida, Schatten later ended up with Gary’s Atlanta paternity suit, and I’ve wondered since whether now deceased,Tommy Schlette, in recommending Gary was somehow connected to Schatten. There’s no way to know, because although I suspect foul play in Tommy Schlette’s death, going to police with the Amy Frink murder was the beginning of my ten-year-ongoing-nightmare. There are some things I believe law enforcement and police never question and I've learned with the loss of my own son, and other witnesses to have died in all of this mess, it's best not to get involved.
Schlette had maintained my son was still alive, and I have contacted his family to notify them I strongly suspected foul play in their brother's death. Schatten had advised me he believed my husband had murdered our son, and that he and his P.I. could get information about his death––for a price. Contacting authorities was discouraged. Kentucky attorney O’Koon said no Georgia lawyers would handle my case. So, there is a blacklisting network among them.
Schatten is from a prominent family strongly supportive of the college two of my talented children attended. The “deceased” musically talented son had auditioned for a private, one-man musical presentation at Kennesaw State University, just before he disappeared.
The IRA issue works much the same way as attorneys, because if an entity controls an individual's IRA savings and the customer desires to move it, the company's rep will say they have to know where the assets are going. So that creates another chain-of-fools group privy to a person’s personal information and assets.
The people who make all of these laws, in Congress through lobbyists and lawyers are not the ones who will be abused by them. Like Mike Easley knows, for those on top, everything is delivered on a silver platter, well-secured and protected from hassle and delays.
For the rest of us, life and finance isn’t quite so well-lubricated. Next: Do ‘crazy’ people have civil rights, too?
Mobile, Alabama Press Register has announced the death of long time coroner Mr. Huey Mack, Sr., May 15, 2009. He had been Baldwin County's coroner for 28 years. He also operated the local funeral home.
Had it not been for Mr. Mack I would never have been able to get key details regarding the death and body shipment of a young man whose body was alleged to be that of my son.
Mr. Mack's information proved the Georgia funeral held for my son was held without the presence of a corpse. During the funeral, the body was still in an Alabama morgue.
When a child disappears from Georgia, dies in Alabama, is memorialized in Georgia, and buried in Virginia over the course of more than a month, it is very difficult to follow the paper trails, particularly when nearly every avenue for honest information is being stonewalled.
I have no doubts that Mr. Huey Mack believed the corpse examined was that of my son, and will always be grateful to him for being honest via telephone, in providing me with the information.
Deepest sympathy is extended to his family.
While his funeral was held Christmas Eve, December 24, 1998, at Mayes Ward Dobbins Funeral Home in Cobb County, Georgia; his body was not released by Alabama authorities until December 28, 1998. (see body release document below)
A soccer player most of his life, my son couldn't have had much success with 3-inch scars above each knee. There was no knee surgery, with the documented well-healed wounds, as the Alabama autopsy indicated on the male cadaver. In fact my son had no notable scars or wounds on his legs, at all. The thought of a pre-planned disappearance for my son is chilling, which could mean the dead body substituted or "mistaken," was quite possibly well planned, and possibly premeditated murder.
1998, Judge Lyn Stuart of Alabama released my son's body to his father. The problem is, the boy's father had a "bodyless" funeral in Georgia before he picked up the boy's dead body in Alabama. And he wasn't going to let me have the papers to prove anything, regarding body shipment or location. I had to get the information elsewhere.
A native Kentuckian, Mobile forensics examiner Julia Goodin, although she didn't actually perform the autopsy, signed forensics papers. She was relocated to the state of Iowa where she is recorded as having become the most powerful and highest paid forensics examiner in the state.
It's fascinating how Alabama's business coordinator, Mr. William Canary referred to "his girls" as capable of taking care of the Governor Don Siegelman problem. I felt as though I was watching the movie, "Witches of Eastwick" over again, in reading of Siegelman's political prosecution. I could almost hear Jack Nicholson's character, Daryl Van Horne bellowing, "Girls! Girls!"
So is this what real, deep-south, "Southern" women are made of? If so, they certainly aren't comparable to their cousins, "us Hillbillies."
Another fascinating story that interweaves with all of this is the Comair plane crash story, which links to Intergraph and some other companies, and affluent names. One of Intergraph's employees lived near a Kentucky lake rumored to have cocaine troubles and Triad connections in the past. With nearly fifty other victims, she perished in the crash. An interesting link is here:
And while memories of the little introductory warlock's letters fluttering off the once active Strategum web-site fade away, the double-murder-homicide is long forgotten by the press. Lights are on Alabama's Attorney General, Troy King, a former Strategum client, who now struggles to prove his place in the spotlight with Nashville's rich-and-famous is well-earned, er, –– well, ..... deserved.
Next: What were the planes landing by the Baldwin County Sheriff's hunting club?
When banks began to keep original checks, and return copies I became very upset. My bank was only sending a copy of the front of each check. So, after having been robbed, I asked my bank to send copies of both, front and back. I wanted to see where the checks were cashed.
When I had been robbed, the bank required an affidavit, which I provided in detail, hoping to help remove criminal activity from the community. I was told initially the bank would handle the problem with law enforcement, and the money replaced to my account.
A while later I inquired to find the sheriff had never been notified of the robbery by the bank, and rather startled, I asked an accountant to explain why. He explained it was probably cheaper for the bank to replace the money than to initiate charges against the con man with law enforcement. The problem was, this man was impersonating a DEA agent and law enforcement should have been extremely upset about it.
A few years later one of those mentioned in the affidavit was dead, his obituary appeared in the Lexington newspaper on September 9, 2005. He was called "Daddy Jack," by country music folks and was said to have promoted more than one local musician - all the way to Nashville.
A personal check is a legal document. The endorsed check provides much information on both sides. Because I'd purchased the original checks, there was no reason the bank couldn't return my originals, signatures intact. Bank savings by shredding originals is probably minimal, and the practice should be illegal.
I wanted to know where the thief had cashed my forged checks.
So when do Americans notify law enforcement?
I'd asked my husband to notify Cobb County, Georgia police regarding our sons' victimization by a con man named Fred Grant. My husband refused, saying he "took care of Fred, himself." I'd given Brunswick, NC police information regarding Amy Frink's murderer. Within six months my own son was reported dead. My lawyer advised he believed my husband murdered our son, but advised not to involved police but to hire a private detective, instead.
What I found is while criminals walked free and continued their enterprises, I was the one who would be harassed, jailed, arrested, shackled, and ridiculed. It will never make any sense, but I won't stop blogging about it.
No other American Mother should ever have to suffer for trying to do the right thing. Raising children in this fickle society is challenge enough.
A soccer player most of his life, my son couldn't have had much success with 3-inch scars above each knee. There was no knee surgery, with the documented well-healed wounds, as the Alabama autopsy indicated on the male cadaver. In fact my son had no notable scars or wounds on his legs, at all. The thought of a pre-planned disappearance for my son is chilling, which could mean the dead body substituted or "mistaken," was quite possibly well planned, and possibly premeditated murder.
1998, Judge Lyn Stuart of Alabama released my son's body to his father. The problem is, the boy's father had a "bodyless" funeral in Georgia before he picked up the boy's dead body in Alabama. And he wasn't going to let me have the papers to prove anything, regarding body shipment or location. I had to get the information elsewhere.
A native Kentuckian, Mobile forensics examiner Julia Goodin, although she didn't actually perform the autopsy, signed forensics papers. She was relocated to the state of Iowa where she is recorded as having become the most powerful and highest paid forensics examiner in the state.
It's fascinating how Alabama's business coordinator, Mr. William Canary referred to "his girls" as capable of taking care of the Governor Don Siegelman problem. I felt as though I was watching the movie, "Witches of Eastwick" over again, in reading of Siegelman's political prosecution. I could almost hear Jack Nicholson's character, Daryl Van Horne bellowing, "Girls! Girls!"
So is this what real, deep-south, "Southern" women are made of? If so, they certainly aren't comparable to their cousins, "us Hillbillies."
Another fascinating story that interweaves with all of this is the Comair plane crash story, which links to Intergraph and some other companies, and affluent names. One of Intergraph's employees lived near a Kentucky lake rumored to have cocaine troubles and Triad connections in the past. With nearly fifty other victims, she perished in the crash. An interesting link is here:
And while memories of the little introductory warlock's letters fluttering off the once active Strategum web-site fade away, the double-murder-homicide is long forgotten by the press. Lights are on Alabama's Attorney General, Troy King, a former Strategum client, who now struggles to prove his place in the spotlight with Nashville's rich-and-famous is well-earned, er, –– well, ..... deserved.
Next: What were the planes landing by the Baldwin County Sheriff's hunting club?
A visit to Florida's panhandle is a beautiful trip boasting powder white sands and an incredibly emerald sea. A friend recommends tasty treats at Another Broken Egg Cafe, based out of Mandeville––they're said to be the best. Next post will examine the do's and don'ts of short-term storage facilities, if temporary care is required for valuable personal belongings for a more permanent visit. There's a company in Kennesaw, Georgia who specializes in storage-facility design. When I first moved to Kentucky Stor-All Self Storage on Palumbo Drive was highly recommended.
And remembering Destin-bound Mr. Marcus Schrenker's airborne antics a few months back, and his choice storage facility where he stashed his escape motorcycle in the Talledega race track vicinity, we'll examine recent plane crashes, particularly in the South. Mr. Schrenker was one of the lucky ones who survived. It's important to remember those families who suffered such tragic losses with private and commercial crashes.
Businessman Ron Turner was lucky when he and his son walked away from a 2007 Tennessee crash. The plane was flying from Alabama to Kentucky and unfortunately ran out of gas in Tennessee. A few months later, 2008, six prominent Paulding County, Georgia Republicans lost their lives in a Mount Airy, North Carolina crash. Greater known Mike Connell's Ohio crash late last year was a shock, as he was a potential federal witness having kept records regarding missing emails, and Mr. Connell also serviced the Swiftboat Veterans websites.
A curious mind then can wander back in time to 1989 and the Vanpac bombings, which killed Judge Vance, and a Southern Company subsidiary, Gulf Power aircraft explosion which killed Senior Vice President, and federal witness, Jake Horton.
One more recent crash which seemed particularly tragic produced massive Kentucky losses with the victims of Comair 5191, Lexington, 2006. So many passengers were acquainted, or affiliated with common causes or interests, there seemed to almost be a pattern.
Next: "The Dixie Mafia" means.............. business.
"You don't have any law suits. There's too much money against you." - Attorney Gatewood Galbraith, Lexington, Ky @2001
I'd heard the story years before while a freelance cartooning, of the North Carolina assistant district attorney who'd refused to go along with the courthouse 'good 'ole boys.' They'd retaliated, and destroyed her career and her life. It wasn't the first story of "Southern Justice." More than one honest police officer's found himself on the outside-looking-in, blacklisted, and some Southerners have even been set up and silenced in prison so the big boys can stay in power and keep the scams alive. There was a player in the Bluegrass Conspiracy named Roger Barnard who died in Kentucky a few years back. Folks said he was a powerful connection, in fact one person close to him said, "Roger Barnard could get a person put in prison, and he could also get a person out."
It appears in the South, some Americans are literally exempt from the law and it's protections, and rights guaranteed. And others might be accused, convicted & setup for destruction, even if innocent. The players who use the law to destroy enemies know the game, and how to apply pressure to create bait-and-trap situations.
Shaking pockets in the Bluegrass with an Alabama Wiregrass twist–– Fictional stories like the Dukes of Hazzard regarding Southern Justice and Boss Hogg types guarding and padding their own pockets might not be so far from the truth. There was a Southern ballad once, The Night the Lights went out in Georgia, with memorable lyrics,
'...and a big-bellied Sheriff grabbed a gun and said why'd ya do it? The judge said guilty in a make-believe trial, slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile and said, "Supper's waitin' at home and I gotta get to it"'
It was a Birmingham based company I first tried to finance a home with, the year 2000. Alabama's Attorney General, Troy King was highly respected by New South, so much so he was given an award.
So when New South got all of my financial information for the purchase, then they did something we call "reneggin'-on-the-deal'" in the South. They decided to up the cash ante by $3,000 for the home purchase which would leave no cash in the bank, forcing other losses, including retrieval of my personal belongings in Georgia. I decided to walk away figuring this was another fixed game, rigged real 'high-up' at the top. I felt I should get my files since we weren't doing business, and went back to New South's office, where I was refused a full set––of copies. They said they opted to keep some of the files regarding my business, and I wasn't privy to them, even to observe. By the stack of papers they had regarding my personal business, I figured I walked away with copies of maybe 1/2-2/3 of the total stack. So what were they hiding regarding my personal business, and their banking practices that I was not permitted to see? Waddell and Reid was as much fun. The system was rigged so that every financial person was privy to it all, and capable of knowing everything anyone had. It was a tight network in Kentucky. Mr. Meyer had said with a Jersey mob accent, "Where ya gonna take ya money, honey? Bahmuda? Bahamas?" I had told him it was none of his business, but in fact, the little banking rules said it was. So this was the finance trap, a game crafted by money scammers who wrote the laws, and played by scamming specialists trained in the money-fraud game.
So, now we know. If you have assets, bank it where nobody can get the information–– if that's possible anywhere in the USA. Hello Switzerland! And if they can ever get you down, broke, desperate, hungry, angry, or emotionally spent–– then this guy comes along and makes an offer you almost can't refuse. That's when you find out who The Devil really is. No good can come from the offer, because he's part of the group who created the situation to begin with.
Turn the guy down! But keep an eye out for his wire, because he's probably wearing one and might just be sent to set you up. Sometimes, you never know down South who you're really dealing with.
Pretty desperate to find a home as the clock was ticking with an ultimatum to pick up all the furniture, the next to come was a land contract, which is another nightmare for those young, and inexperienced, documented elsewhere in this blog. If there will be scams, fraud, or organized criminal tricks, read within this blog and you'll find many of them, experienced first hand by the author. (And by the time you're finished you'll be so suspicious of professionals, business associations, courts, and elite networking you'll even avoid doctors and cops.) If anyone would like more specific details please feel free to email me, at theloonusa@yahoo.com.
(Being considered "crazy," according to one Kentucky observer, Roy Tanner, is what apparently saved my life, thus the title for this Blog. Another thing that saves a person's life-on-the-streets–– is money. It's another part of the pocket-shakin' game.)
According to Willie Nelson's good buddy, Gatewood Galbraith, some of us Americans are exempt from the money-controlled justice system, but at least by detailing and documenting Southern horror stories like these, more Americans will better understand how it is they're living in a fraud-ridden country, and how the system is set up for criminals to flourish, murder, lie, cheat, steal, prosper, and then run away with the cash. Finally, 2001 after scams ongoing 3 years, more than 500 pages were gathered and compiled at the suggestion of Danny Smith, assistant U.S. Attorney, Lexington. It contained documentation of false arrests and intimidation, financial scamming, fraud, false billing, stalking, theft, and illegal activity involving Americans, even Muslims––and was delivered to Louisville, Kentucky, November, 2001. At that point I felt patriotic, as though I was being of service to my country, particularly with the Muslim information.
It didn't work that way, at all.
Louisville FBI Agent Brian Blanchard's solution to the massive series of documented schemes and arrests, intimidations and con jobs was simple:
"This is a civil matter."
And then if you believe you can find justice in a court, be ready to spend plenty of time and money to discover otherwise. A lawyer, Todd Spalding, said it best in Kentucky.
"Your case is clearly won. I see no reason for you to lose, but the judge can rule however he wants."
After about four years and several postponements including the judge's, I lost. On one trip I found my truck had no brakes. And in the court, I was reprimanded by the judge for saying the word, marijuana. (The farm sets in an area notorious for growing the crop.)
It wasn't surprising in losing the land dispute case against a criminal who'd even shot a man in the back. Gatewood's words would always ring true. I'd never win, and the deck was stacked with winks and nods in Kentucky's underground before I'd been terrified away from Georgia by police and false arrests. Gatewood knew it. I should have left Kentucky when I had good health and money in the bank, and gone west––completely away from the South, where eventually the entire family will be wiped out.
Understanding the American Justice system–– criminal vs. civil law, and exactly how they differ is a challenge for anyone outside the legal professions. For those of us with simple "right/wrong" reasoning, fraud, theft, lying to police, and colluding someone's destruction are crimes. But with the justice system, apparently these are ongoing potentially expensive "civil cases," which could tie up courts for decades in never unraveling the entire network.
My question was whether Blanchard's direct boss was Steve Pence, then U.S. Attorney (appointed at the same time as Leura Canary of Alabama,) who would be the next Lt. Governor for the State of Kentucky. Had it all been planned, and were bosses covering the coverups? And what US Attorney would open a case if told by superior politicians to ignore it?
Eventually politicians were able to play the runaround game even more. Kentucky Attorney General Greg Stumbo was unwilling to help and so was Alabama's Troy King. Alabama District Attorney David Whetstone, Cobb County's District Attorney Pat Head––they all buried their heads beneath Southern Justice with so many others! So at least a break came late last year when journalist Jillian Kramer of the Mobile Press-Register agreed to write an article regarding my son's Baldwin County, Alabama "suicide." With everything else and all the scams, losses, and harassment, disbelief and 'psycho-shock,' one after another, it was difficult to shake the mental vision of my son's bloody, headless body.
A week after her and Huey Mack's inaccurate "swiggin whiskey" article about my child (below,) Mobile Press-Register journalist Kramer, with the headlines, "Gambling tops Attorney General Troy King's 2009 crime legislation package" honored
In all of the ways this country boasts its humanity, its position on the planet as the guardian of human rights and protector of human dignity, I can say for the course of the past ten years it would been more humane for them to have put a bullet through my head, and let the killer walk scot-free. No suffering is greater or comparable than ongoing and constant mental torture, the bloody murder of a mother's child, then ongoing degradation, stalking, harassment, intimidation, false arrests and financial destruction. Even a witch-burning would have been physically painful, yet over in a few minutes- far more humane than contemporary American methods of human destruction.
But as the torture continued, knowing I was hand-picked and targeted, I'd endure it for the female NC Assistant District Attorney Loflin had said was destroyed by the Good Ole Boys so many years ago. I'd been a cartoonist in her area sad to hear the story years after her demise, knowing now it had to have been true. Somebody had to take the stand against these Southern Devils, and it would have to be somebody's Mom in a land where opportunists like Gingrich and McCain and some others use and discard women like last year's suit. Crumbling churches wouldn't clean it up, and they'd proven it over time.
I'd asked the courtesy of proofing Jillian's story before publication but was not granted permission. It's a pretty traditional "Southern" activity in the Bible Belt to kill one's self with a blast to the face using a shotgun. Even California's journalist Gary Webb, like Carolina's Officer Davina Jones at Bald Head Island, had managed to put a bullet square in the backs of his own head, "suicide" style. They'd both been investigating drug activity, and "suicided" is a common coroner's ruling. These are choice blood & gore suicide methods, although some will say these types of suicides are extremely difficult for a single person to perform alone. Few would choose so bloody an ending particularly if illegal drugs were readily available, and could provide so less painful a final ending.
Clip (see the link for full story below)Tuesday, December 30, 2008
By JILLIAN KRAMER Staff Reporter Gerard Sniffen III broke into a Baldwin County trailer home on Scarborough Lane, discovered the bedroom and its cluttered closet, and discarded his Tommy Hilfiger clothes for women's sweatpants and a camouflage jacket. When he saw a whiskey bottle on the kitchen counter, the 18-year-old Georgia native took a few swigs, then moved over to the gun rack and selected a shotgun. Minutes later, seated on the backyard bench swing and wearing neither socks nor shoes, Sniffen shot himself through the mouth. He fell to the side of the wooden seat, where sheriff's deputies found him, still warm, but dead.
My son was 20-years old, and not 18. And if he were caught with his pants down, he wouldn't have put on a Crenshaw machine shop, t-shirt or women's clothing. I've found recently that another member of the rather expansive Crenshaw family was involved with
So where is CSI when we need expert witnessing? The world actually believes we're honest and forthright with tv shows like these.
(OOPS) Forensics report says no alcohol in the body and Baldwin's Sheriff Deputy says he'd been "swigging" whiskey before he blew his head off.
(OOPS) Gerard J. Sniffen, III never had knee surgery, in fact, never had knee scars or leg scars of any kind. Another fine detail overlooked by the Dad who picked up the body from Alabama, flew it to Georgia––several days after the boy's Cobb County, Georgia funeral.
There were illegal gambling machines in Brunswick, NC where Amy Frink died, and where Officer Davina Jones was executed. NC former Judge Bill Gore is said to have made his fortune from them. There were illegal gambling machines in Knoxville, and in Kentucky. Hundreds of dead racing greyhounds were discarded, killed cheap and buried in Baldwin County, Alabama, and even today Troy King is wrestling with a prized campaign contributor, Milton McGregor, to get more and legal gambling opportunities for Alabama.
Anything illegal always goes to the ever-flourishing underground black-market. But then if gambling's legal it's often rumored as owned and operated by organized crime, so the South might consider benefits overall with any attempts to make the Southland, in fact the entire USA,
Few Americans are aware of our military, and that gambling machines are readily available for those overseas paid small salaries to guard our country. That the military is shaking the pockets of young military troops, while risking addicting them to gambling, is pretty incredible, to say the least.
Being a little facetious, for these particular tight-times, gambling might improve education like the lottery has, so that kids can grow up educated to find jobs in overseas American corporate-owned sweat shops. Gambling revenue might educate more American financial geniuses to further complicate the tax, and finance systems. The question is can casinos make money from jobless, homeless Americans? Will America become vacation land for wealthy foreigners to enjoy touring the nationwide casino junkets? Maybe their winnings can purchase the abandoned, repossessed homes and vehicles of today.
"In Birmingham they love the governor Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth." - Sweet Home Alabama, Lynyrd Skynyrd
One thing's for certain–– the same Bible Belt that tells a child a big, fat guy dressed in red squeezes through a square hole 1/4 his diameter each year, visits millions of houses in one night delivering billions of toys, and escapes thousands of lit fireplaces without being burned will believe a coroner's suicide ruling, a falsified police report, a dishonest executive, or a bent politician, without question–– every time.
More investigations lead to these people, places and things: Atlanta's Michael Broadbear is partnered with Herbert Leeming in varying ventures, who was at some time past associated with Mr. Fred Filsoof. Mr. Filsoof had an Iranian organization of sorts during the Reagan years, and was also involved with a Louisiana theatre and some racing type ventures. Filsoof's affiliations have been national, with strong interests in the Daytona area.
I'd been approached by a man in Marietta, GA on one of my horror trips to yet another court house nightmare there. English accent, said he had a caterpillar dealership, and a silver Porsche in his garage he raced all over the world. Having never been a car racing fan, it was the first I knew of global racing. He said he couldn't keep employees in Cobb County because the cops kept stalking them and giving them tickets. I told him the police probably preferred the other CAT dealership to his, and knew a guy who worked there. He said he'd been lead guitarist in the Searchers band, and for the next ten years musicians would continue to be a part of the picture. Tall, blonde, he'd said he'd get me out of the Cobb County jail if they put me in, and at that point I was happy to have a foreign friend since my husband and landlord had been able to turn even my immediate family against me with lies. Strange the musicians kept appearing, since my late son, in fact both sons, had developed their musical talent. I could remember back a day watching my aging grandfather's face as tears trickled down, saddened my elder brother had involved himself with music, at all. At the time I couldn't understand my grandfather's sorrow. Now, I understand quite well. My sons had been affiliated with Guitar Center in Cobb County, Georgia and having come from an extremely talented musical family, they were both exceptionally gifted, an inborn talent that can become a curse in the USA.
It was a strong trait carried in my father's family. Later I'd meet former musicians, Tommy Schlette, and Tommy Doyle of New Jersey, NY; Rick aka "Lurch" Lewis, bass player from Hyden, Kentucky; several musicians from Cheyenne Social Club, Nicholasville; Lanny Murphy's band at Jack Goble's Boardwalk in Lexington; and even the uncle of John Michael Montgomery.
Musicians were everywhere, particularly in Kentucky. There were plenty of "country music lookalikes" hanging out in Nicholasville. I'd never been a country music fan, so didn't know who the "lookalikes" were supposed to be until told, and was surprised whenever a rock song was played on the juke box. One barfly explained it this way, "You're in klan country, honey."
"Klan country?" Where I'd come from, the Klan had disappeared or at least crawled into a real deep, dark hole to hybernate. For a moment, my mind drifted back the the teen years and black & white television.
There was a Hank Williams, Jr. lookalike offering rides to DUI classes, and a Toby Keith lookalike offering to place cows on Kentucky farms. (One thing the ladies should know–– never, ever allow a friendly lookin' cowboy to put animals on your land. There's a good chance he won't maintain the fencing, and besides easy access and other things, that's a dangerous liability when the cows get out on the road. Just another "tip.") But even in Warner Robins, Georgia on Miller Drive, I'd been approached by a musician who came knocking on the door almost at random. He said he was named "Buchanan," looked about 38 years old, medium brown hair, nice looking guy, and had gold records and a little gold earring in his ear. He'd said he "worked with disabled children," and said I didn't really need the cops for all I was going through with my husband, I needed the mafia. I figured I already had that, and he probably knew it, too. It's probably who sent him on my doorstep.
But he knew the guy who lived across the street on Miller Drive, all tattooed and looked as though his face had fallen into a fishing tackle box along the way. There were earrings and bits of metal attached to places on his head that weren't even crevices. He had an interesting blond girlfriend, I'd swear I saw later in Kentucky. At least the hair was identical, shoulder length, and bleached almost white. It's funny the night my son supposedly died, a strange, long-haired hippie dude came knocking on the door asking for $1.75. Seemed he had a flat tire, and the money would help. I was generous, giving him $2, told him to keep the change. I've figured since he was probably connected to the ones involved in slashing the tires on my "dead, suicided" son's vehicle.
A white-haired, Las Vegas man had moved in to Warner Robins and taken over Smokes Bar. It was a karaoke hangout and a way to pass the time while awaiting the incredibly destructive and devastating Cobb County divorce process. Pretty soon I'd have to flee the state of Georgia altogether.
It's pretty amazing how they fixed everything up in Baldwin County, Alabama with the "suicide." There were all kinds of stories. But after investigations, and discovering Baldwin County, Alabama––like Brunswick, NC, has a history of drugs and corruption, it's not so difficult to understand how they could pull off something like that.
When I was arrested in Houston County, Georgia, there was a mysterious policeman at the jail house who couldn't give good directions. "I don't know, ma'am, he'd said. "I'm not from around here." I asked where he was from. "Alabama." Strange a cop doesn't know his way around such a small town as Warner Robins, and he's fresh from Alabama? How ironic. Maybe he was the eye-witness message man for the Dixie Mafia that made the plans for the railroad boys.
The railroad boss, Phil Ogden, wore cowboy hat and boots at the Christmas party, fully entertained guests including Cobb County politicians with the railroad's musical "Lawmen," and supplier Okonite's President, Al Coppola took the railroad execs for a nice trip to Opryland, to meet Louise Mandrell backstage and enjoy live entertainment from Jay Leno. Later I'd find both Ogden and Coppola had heavy interests in Kentucky, Coppola's company with a large Richmond plant, and Ogden with a seat on the board of RJ Corman, coincidentally, not a city block from where I rented my first Kentucky residence.
Bill Casey and Larry Hagerman showed up and said they were in the "James Gang," but neither could play an instrument, and not long some musicians who painted water towers floated into town from Ohio. They were, like Bill Casey, boasting "Irish."
Later I'd find that my husband's mistress and new wife, had brothers near Daytona in the surf board business who were affiliated with
At that point my remaining son, having buried his brother, said he'd decided to avoid music altogether, feeling the industry was run by an unseen underworld, even rumored to be run by the mafia.
In Kentucky, the late Mr. Richard Sexton trekked back and forth from Kentucky to Daytona, his second home, with an interest in Anderson County, SC enroute. Sexton bragged he'd "run a whorehouse in Anderson County," but one local says Kentucky girls were shipped down to Daytona instead. My initial acquaintance with Richard Sexton indicated he was doing a job, particularly when I left and came back to my house to find a dead dog, and Sexton's partner-in-crime, Elmer Begley with tears streaming down his face.
Begley'd been a musical-wannabe-turned-drug-mule, like so many talented folks do. Begley's problem is he never lost that piece of his heart called human compassion and even up the end he was sickened over people he'd known, rendered mentally deficient from "breathin' them fumes."
Begley was one who wanted to turn back time, and change what he'd become. He explained 'they' like to get musicians hooked on drugs because it's good for business. Why? I had to ask. "Because then all the kids so crazy about musicians get on drugs, too," he'd said. He was quick to name local attorneys involved in the cocaine trade, and even mentioned several local dealers and pointed out farms and homes in the area "built with cocaine money." Time and again, the question always remained, "Who's 'they'?"
I felt sorry for Begley. He'd gotten into something he'd never get out of alive, and he never did.
(Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be drug-mules.)
That wire fox terrier was "Charlie." He was the first to die in Kentucky, but not the first to be stolen. Nearly a dozen would die before it was over. Not so long I'd meet a guy named Wes McClure flashing a DEA badge and yet a second offering to buy my, by now notorious former marijuana farm for $25,000 less than the I'd originally paid. (The first offer had come from North Carolina.) He knew all about Beale St. in Memphis and I'd never heard of it. We took a ride there, and I liked the Blues and I came back to find I'd been robbed. Kentucky had quite a network of musical worker-bees, and obviously too much musical talent for available opportunities. James Lay had friends at "The Grapevine," a bar in Lexington, and more friends on Lake Herrington. His nephew was John Michael Montgomery. And Wes McClure had a Lexington liquor store cash his forgeries. He had stories of PCP laced marijuana and seemed to know a lot about the drug trades, being a DEA agent and all. They have quite an organization, and another little mind game of leaving pennies and coins here, there and everywhere. Seemed everywhere I'd go there would be money, even at a cabin the musical son had rented in Lexington. Coins would just fall into the parking lot, like from nowhere. This was the era of "New Money," a band down in Macon, Georgia, and the quarters with varying states folks were collecting. Music was everywhere - and so were pennies falling from heaven! And there was obviously a gang plan in Kentucky, along with some stalkers. I'd have to find out who they were, and what the game was, because they probably were connected to my son's murder in Alabama. It had to be the "Dixie Mob," because it spanned so many Southern states.
When the Dixie Mob goes to work on your family, count on being strung across the South, and it might be very, very bloody. If you can endure the horrors these good ole boys arrange, there's hope for survival. Southern gangs have a way of committing bloody murders, destroying lives and families, and there's a pretty strong ingredient for cruelty and hate. Country music would have the world believe the South offers wholesome, clean shiny farms, smiling faces, and brand, new tractors. I wish it were true, because eradicating more of the poverty and illiteracy might remove some of the cruelty and hate.
Gordon Bennett was proud of his home state and said it best, "We've got the meanest people in the world in Kentucky. I've got nephews that'll kill a man for a pack of cigarettes. We got wells full of human bones in Eastern Kentucky. And we're poor, but we've got great, big families and lots and lots of babies."
In Atlanta, the Alpharetta area, strange there were some Iranians selling tile and marble, and affiliated with hardwood floors on the front end of these troubles in 1998. Today, there doesn't seem to be a trace of them, even though I was in the show room and met them in person. But it all seemed to tie together through these musical sons. And somehow I was going to find out exactly who and how it all happened, because, like with so many other American families, their father never really cared–– at all.
But how does Brunswick, North Carolina and Baldwin County, Alabama connect? Both counties are involved with similar murders of kids who left an adjacent state, crossed state lines, suffered bloody, heinous deaths, and neither mother identified the bodies. The two counties have those things in common, but more they're connected with a threat from a prison worker (below.) It's like the same fingerprints are on both murders. And as a shady county like Brunswick, North Carolina, where Officer Davina Jones was obviously executed, the "suicide tag" was conveniently used in that Southern area, even supported by state officials.
Brunswick's former Sheriff Hewett just went to prison last year after more than a decade in power. And the county was involved in drugs in the early 1980's, as was Baldwin Alabama in the latter 1970's.
All classes of criminals keep facts covered as long as they can, but the truth finally comes crawls out some day. Players grow older, look at the grandkids, think of their children, their families, and the real penalties for organized criminal activity and participation. Folks get closer to the grave, and try to move a little closer to Heaven before that Gate's shut for good.
Why did this prison employee make contact via internet advising me to stop what I was doing, to stop uncovering things regarding my son's Baldwin county "suicide" and give the advice to get on with my life? Why did he say "they" would kill me? How did he know Huey Mack? He'd said they met at a yearly convention of some sort, and I've wished I could remember the name of the meeting. Why did Tommy Schlette tell me I should stop trying to uncover the truth? Why did James Robinette say I should stop writing my story via internet? Could theft of my story, or the "money" in any way equal the death and loss of my child?
The only way to get the mob off your back is to get to a safe place, go public, and brace for what "accident" they might plan next. Cops on-the-take, or "in the dark," often look the other way. And sadly, the good, honest cops will often, under these circumstances, be "thrown to the wolves."
Next we'll look at former Baldwin sheriff, Jimmy Johnson's Oglesby Fork Hunting Club, present sheriff Huey Mack's family ventures including the local funeral home, local restaurant, Florida McMelons and McTrucks.
"If your Congressman isn't influenced by Vegas, you might not be an American." - Anonymous
"....Then, at the outset of World War II, U.S. Naval Intelligence and the nation's new espionage agency, the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), enlisted Lansky and the syndicate in a historic collaboration, the top-secret Operation Underworld, in which government agents employed mobsters and their labor goons in a campaign of coercion and bribery ostensibly to prevent sabotage and quell controlled leftist unions on New York docks. The "dirty little secret of Operation Underworld," as former White House official put it, "was that the United States Government needed Meyer Lansky and organized crime to force an industrial peace and a policing of sabotage on the wharves and in the warehouses. The government turned to him because hiring thugs was what government and business had been doing for a long time to control workers, and because it could conceive little other choice in the system at hand." - p.26, The Money and the Power, by Sally Denton and Roger Morris
p. 246 ........"The Kennedys hotly pursued the Castro murder contract with the Syndicate, sometimes through Rosselli, sometimes through their own team of gangsters, through government agents at lower levels worried that their organized crime cohorts were not taking the effort seriously enough."
My Father Lt. Commander, Pilot 8-16-1923 - 10-28-1962 Active duty, Cuban Missile Crisis
My Son Gerard J. Sniffen, III 4-21-78 - 12-8-98 musician, student, ROTC
If they think they can get away with it, they'll kill off your entire family. But they'll be sure to shake the pockets and accounts real good first. At one time this was a great country, but drugs, greed, and organized crime moved our status toward 'Third World,' a long, long time ago.
Gordon said his divorce attorney in Lexington was named Mr. Sherman. He had assured me that, in Kentucky I would not be falsely arrested or harassed by police, and there would be people there to help for all I'd suffered in Georgia. Kentucky was a "commonwealth" and those things don't happen there, he'd said. We went to Mr. Sherman's office and there I met an elderly man.
After looking at my records, Mr. Sherman became extremely rude and ordered me to "pick up that box and get it out of my office!"
So when Sherman Acquisitions began to chase me around for charges I'd made while living in the streets awaiting divorce, I had to wonder if this whole con game was an all-in-the-family affair.
Kentucky became one horror after another.
In attempting to get help initially from Detective Jude at the Richmond State Police Criminal Justice headquarters, my picture was taken by a man in the back room. Yet in attempting contact with Detective Jude later, I learned he'd retired.
Even after speaking with Steve O'Daniel after that, detective and head of Kentucky's Justice Cabinet investigations, O'Daniel said it sounded to him "one of those gangs" had lured me to the state to "take everything you have." He knew about the gangs. But this gang had to be tied in with the Georgia people who staged all of the arrests to frighten a target away from Georgia. I was naive enough to believe corruption in one state would not cross state lines.
So was the Kentucky mafia connected to Georgia's larger Dixie boys? And were those doing a job for the railroad's accident lawyer, Mike Broadbear and my ex? It wasn't long until––
Jessamine County, particularly Nicholasville, was one place I would never return and appeared to be the center of many of my problems. It appeared Mr. O'Daniel was suffering political harassment, as well.
Seemed my railroad executive ex-husband and his Georgia lawyer, Mike Broadbear, had some fine connections, possibly with organized crime, or high-end political strings, since both were staunch Republicans. Was this Bluegrass Conspiracy Gordon spoke about connected to the Georgia boys? All of the mafias apparently connect in doing favors for each other. But these were able to pull strings in courts and police departments, which made it political.
Horse racing fit in, with the Red Mile employee walking right up to us and telling my daughter which horse she should bet. It was like he knew her. He had a Jersey accent––or was it New York? Horse racing would show up on and off, even years later with a Bostonian screen-named Saratogafilly and a curious stalker in Virginia who once had a "winning horse."
And where did the musical connections fit? Was this a mafia too? I figured it was. The ex's brothers-in-law linked to Daytona music, and so did some local Kentuckians, like Richard Sexton. Tommy Schlette, Tommy Doyle: both from New Jersey––like Okonite, one of my husband's favorite vendors at the railroad. Okonite like other companies, wined and dined railroad purchasing agents and executives, took them to casinos and even to the Grand Ole Opry. And the musicians were happy for the corporate gigs! Kentucky had country-music lookalikes, and plenty of talent. The kickbacks at the railroad were extravagant for executives, with trips to golf tourneys, abroad and elsewhere.
A trip on Sun Cruz casino boat out of Largo, Florida preceded it all. What little I'd won, my husband thought it hilarious, took it to the blackjack tables and lost with a big smile on his face. Later back at the hotel, he told the bartender he owned the hotel, and I thought he was losing his mind. Appears he'd made some deals I didn't know about. I was a little shocked to find a Sun Cruz office so near Shallotte, NC where Amy Frink died so many years before. The captain of the Little River casino boat floats around from the South Carolina coast to Cape Canaveral area of Florida. One acquaintance says there isn't a floating Florida casino that isn't mafia owned and operated.
And the media would have us believe the mafia is just about gone? I don't think so.
What happens next? One of my "followers" shows up to make my acquaintance. "How would you like to take a ride in my private plane to Lake Cumberland?" He went on, "I'm Harold Fletcher's campaign manager, and I'm building the new Mariott at the Horse Park." I thought for a minute and said, "Why don't you email me sometime?" Later, I thought about it and figured I'd end up dead on the ground, and someone would say, "Why that crazy lady jumped right out of the plane!" Question is, what was the proposition? I didn't want to find out. The one thing I did verify: It really was Harold Fletcher's campaign manager, according to Republican party headquarters. Harold was running for the Kentucky state senate, and his brother was Ernie Fletcher, the Governor.
They were all somehow connected to the coverup, or the people who had reportedly killed my son in Alabama and labeled it suicide, to the folks in Georgia affiliated with my ex-husband, to Nell Stumpff, the Warner Robins, Georgia landlord, and that's what I intended to find out. But it seemed any attempts to ask law enforcement for help failed.
That's politics.
Gordon had said he was Pentecostal Holiness and his "preacher knew what he did." He'd said he was in the US Army Viet Nam, and he had "enough C-4 to blow up the Warner Robins Air Force Base." Police didn't seem concerned with anything I could prove. Even the Louisville FBI seemed unconcerned, whom in 2001, I'd turned in more than 500 pages of documentation proving I was telling the truth. Sabotage continued to my home, and the animals continued to die. Later I'd find Louisville's US Attorney was appointed at the same time as Bush appointed Alabama's US Attorney Leura Canary. HIs position as US Attorney was a step to the Governor's mansion: Steve Pence. Soon he became Lt. Governor, under Fletcher.
Does anybody smell Karl Rove or Jack Abramoff? Maybe Senator McConnell, or Hal Rogers–– $49,000.00 worth. (That's politics.)
Gordon said he'd been brainwashed, and had taken a shotgun over to a man's house and shot him dead as he answered the door. Why? He said 'they' had shown him a video-tape of the man raping a boy. 'They' stood over Gordon with bags over their heads and 'they' told him what to do.
"You don't know who 'they' are, because their faces are covered," he said. Images of the KKK went through my mind. But by then Gordon's acquaintance was as frightening a trap as my marriage had been. He knew who killed my son. It's why he and some others in Kentucky were so preoccupied with speaking of shotgun blasts to the head. It was a part of their "crazy game" that was later explained as method of the stalker's strategies. They were doing a job for the Georgia boys.
The fact that Julia Goodin, the Alabama forensics officer was from Columbia, Kentucky; and landed the biggest forensics job in Iowa shortly after my son died in Mobile, Alabama is curious enough. Strange how his Alabama forensics description doesn't completely match his body.
Gordon had said he'd been set up by the Fayette County Sheriff, during the Bluegrass Conspiracy ten years before, and spent 3 years in prison. He said he'd been to St. Joseph's hospital for his throat cancer, and that his brother died mysteriously there. "You go to the hospital to die," he said.
"They tried to get me to run cocaine on my cement trucks," he said, "and I refused." Continuing, "When I refused, they planted cocaine on my truck and had me busted."
He continued saying proudly, but with much rage intact from the ordeal, "The sheriff went to jail one week, and I went to prison three years. But I brought him down––I even went on TV."
He'd mentioned Attorney Gatewood Galbraith, and I later asked Gatewood about Gordon's story. Gatewood explained, regarding the cocaine incident, "That's not exactly how it happened."
Gordon had shown me where to store my things on Palumbo Drive, until I could find a more permanent place to live. He'd mentioned I should read the "Bluegrass Conspiracy" which I was able to purchase later. There I'd find that even Kentucky's present head of Criminal Justice was implicated in covering up more than one crime, and that knocking on doors and shooting people in their homes seem to be a Kentucky trademark, as it was with Bonnie Kelly in the book.
Is "shotgun blast to the face" a traditional Southern killing and suicide method for certain states like Kentucky and Alabama? Is it a Southern thing?
An elderly woman running the local Kentucky store asked, "Aren't you afraid to go outside your house at nights?" I wanted to ask if she was afraid of Al-Quaeda, because surely "Homeland Security" was protecting her neighborhood. But her neighborhood, like so many others, had been overtaken by drugs and drug gangs for several decades.
Until Georgia decided to settle my divorce and sign the papers, I had to stay in motels and board my animals as best I knew, awaiting Georgia's divorce decisions which took more than a year. All the while my husband had moved to the home of his Georgia mistress and they'd set up a business; my daughter was in our home alone, afraid and finishing high school unattended. They tore up the family, left one child dead, and left wounds in the others which will never, ever heal.
One dead child, two left with scars forever, and a frightened mother running scared, robbed, stalked and tracked, to be destroyed in another state. If you plan to get a divorce in Georgia, you might consider a trip to Reno instead, and feel lucky to get out with your children safe, your sanity and health intact––and your life. Or if papers are served, or you're put on the streets, get to a safe, protected spot with family, and be ready to spend LOTS of money for trips back and forth, and expect at least a year of Georgia attorney games. Watch your back, because they might have you watched, followed, stalked, and your vehicle can be sabotaged––and even worse.
The Bluegrass Conspiracy lives––and Georgia has one all its own.
Attorneys can scheme tactics against opponents, and hire detectives to win a case. Should the public investigate them and their activities before engaging services?
An attorney is operating a business. With divorces and civil suits, lawyers have the capacity, tools and connections to destroy or improve lives while profiting and sometimes stringing parties out over months and years. They have proven schemes at their fingertips, to utilize the courts and police to further a case. They can even be connected to the underworld through their businesses and associations.
There is no real police system, because the Bar Association seldom seriously prosecutes its own. And lawyers rarely sue lawyers for the benefit of the public-at-large, so they're well-protected among comrades. In Virginia, 1960's lawyers tied up a widow's estate for nine years. By the time lawyers delivered what was left, her children were grown. In Maryland recently a distraught divorcee fled the state of Georgia in fear for her life, sanity and safety after dirty legal tricks were played against her utilizing Georgia's twisted divorce laws. Still she's stalked and fearful of living a life near anything comparable to normal, because of tailing stasi-style-detectives and ongoing, costly, geographically complicated Georgia "legal" divorce loose-ends. After an encounter with Georgia justice–– expect life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness to come to a screeching halt. It's a big-business game down there.
Lawyers use children in Georgia courts to send their own parents to hell. More than one mother has fled the state looking back at Georgia and the family left behind like it's communist North Korea. They sever relationships and destroy families. The more successful lawyers love the inheritance money they "earn" (that would otherwise go to the children) with their scheming advice to totally destroy a spouse and parent.
In investigating curiosities regarding lawyers, information is relatively easy to gather. There might be associations, religious affiliations for moral character, or one might find whether they're involved in politics with possible powerful connections spanning states. Have they cared for politics enough to donate to candidates? Are they sports oriented? Do they have hobbies? Have they represented criminals or criminal organizations? Which civic organizations are they connected with and how have they contributed to their communities? Country clubs? Golf networking? Are they involved in improving communities? Family oriented? Or are they involved mostly in personal endeavors and success? Criminal or disciplinary records?
Most people aren't aware the information that's free and available regarding the general population, including attorneys, business owners, managers, directors, and professionals. What's usually hidden is a networking machine lubricated with human connections. For instance, you might hire an attorney to find out he's also employed by a friend of your opponent - an obvious conflict of interest. Or you might find a networking group of attorneys and businesses connected to the highest offices of government. At the very worst there could be a networking system tied to organized crime.
Here are some examples, including a gossipy but relevant story regarding Georgia's House Speaker, Glenn Richardson, who proves lawyers and legislators often play by a different set of rules. Caught with a mistress, Richardson was able to quietly divorce his wife in a about month's time and carefully seal the records. For a person without a lawyer's license in Georgia this would be nearly impossible. But looking further at Mr. Richardson's law practice you will find that his firm handles the legals for the county of Paulding, and among his comrades are those invested in banking, at Westside Bank, including Congressman Phil Gingrey.
Note Richardson didn't concoct stories about his wife, have her thrown on the streets, have her arrested to coerce her to sign papers, or spar over the children or child support. He didn't plot to get an "incurable insanity" verdict and have her locked away in a filthy state institution for life. The last article I read indicated Richardson's income was under $20,000 per year: poverty! He didn't drag the case out over months or years, or drag her long distances to comply with court orders and postponed-at-the-last-minute trials. He didn't force her to live in motels or in the streets while lawyers dickered over the money. He had the tools in his offices, and connections in the courts to handle his situation so it would do the least social, financial, emotional, and physical damage to himself, his wife, his mistress, and his children. Quite respectful for him, but tragic for other Georgians who don't have Richardson's position and authority.
Georgia attorney, Michael Broadbear's family is socially and politically active in the Atlanta social scene and Republican party. He's a former captain in the U.S. military. He's aligned with powerful people, like former Secret Service officer, Homeland Security expert Robert Fisak. Mr. Broadbear assisted Mr. Fisak in setting up his security business. Broadbear's past and present business connections range from a pipe and tube company in Tampa, to truckers, to contacts in Germany. He's well connected in business and legal circles with years of experience. One of his companies is
More than one successful, Georgia businessman profited from 911 and homeland security, including Mr. Jerry Vereen who was able to form a security uniform business, coincidentally, on that very day. Lawyers represent businesses everywhere, and there are incredible and powerful social, political, and business networks that revolve around them.
Another Georgia attorney, Theodore Erck, has an interesting list of past customers, with tentacles reaching to Alabama, Knoxville, Florida and Georgia and branching to Texas. The Erck family name and Mr. Broadbear share a "Heidelberg" restaurant connection from the past, and both are in some way connected to Germany, past or present. Besides his membership in Swift Boats Veterans, Mr. Erck appears to be a stauncher-than-staunch Republican, his donations available at the NEWSMEAT site. One of his affiliations is connected to short term storage facility design, his clients having a wide array of interests, and curiously, he also has an association with the
and paint horses, which will lead us to yet another company and cheesecake affiliated attorney, Mr. Allan Lamport.
It appears Mr. Lamport was one of the transplanted financial wizards steering the engineering/architecdtural design ship called "Facility Group" in Cobb County, Georgia. This appears to be a politically oriented, Republican-run business tied in to Georgia state and local government contracts, with executive criminal records and a yellow-brick-road leading back-in-time to Carlson, Charlotte, NC; to Massachusetts, and over into Texas - over decades. "Taxachusetts" is where Mr. Lamport appears to have originated, unless a former Canadian mayor of the same name is a relative. Mr. Lamport has kept a quiet posture but it appears he jumped ship just before The Facility Group sailed into "shark-laden" legal waters where top executives were prosecuted, and Lamport enjoys comfortable havens in Florida and Massachusetts. There, he was invested with cheesecakes before his rendezvous with the engineering industries. Yes, Massachusetts cheesecakes.
I've wondered since whether, while we lived in Charlotte and my husband managed the construction and track maintenance machinery for the railroad whether he might have known some of Facility Group's "Carlson" Charlotte employees. There it was known as Carlson, but not located so far from his office. Having a common interest in engineering, surely the connection was possible and the Massachusetts/Long Island origination of my husband's family made the possibility even stronger.
Curiously another Georgian in refrigeration named, Mr. Childers, was invested in Facility Group in Massachusetts and Georgia as well. Imagination suggests Mr. Childers was introduced to the group because of his cheesecake worthy refrigeration machines. But we could be wrong! He's apparently not a lawyer but he was somehow heeled-in.
Since my late son, Gerard J. Sniffen, III, disappeared down south of Atlanta before allegedly terminating his own life in the midst of a dirty Georgia divorce latent with questionable lawyers, it's good to know what kind of people are doing business down there. If those Georgia lawyers would scheme for their client to put a grieving mother in jail while her son's being buried–– nothing is beneath them. Facility Group seemed to have influence, not only in building court house facilities, but in school systems, as well. The day my daughter came home saying she'd been called to the front of class at Harrison High School and asked if I "beat" her, was shocking enough. Her honest answer kept me out of more hot water. "Those are birth marks," she said. She'd had them from the day she was born. Maybe the school was interested in my divorce, as well.
Speaking of engineering, the engineering department of Norfolk Southern railroad just loved to entertain Cobb County commissioners. I'd recalled seeing some of those at a Christmas Party hosted by VP Engineering, Phil Ogden and his department in Atlanta not long before my son disappeared and died. The Railroad's "Lawmen" are a pretty good group who moonlights as musicians when they're not being police. These Christmas parties in Cobb County can be pretty damaging for some of us uninvited, as one attorney mentioned, "I was at a Christmas Party last night with Judge Grubbs and Michael Broadbear and we were laughing about you and your case." It wouldn't have hurt so bad if he hadn't been on my payroll. So much for attorney-client privilege!
Atlanta's cheesecake company is associated with Theodore Erck, but besides cheesecakes there are common interests: the Republican party, Georgia, and the bar association. Erck's cheesecake associate's company site proudly boasts of an Alabama Panarama Ranch, which google erroneously(?) shows in Texas, er, California, or, Canada.
Another attorney was associated with a Georgia guy named Bruce Rains. Why did CPA Rains pick up and move elsewhere to practice? Because somehow he and his accomplices owed more than $6 million in some form of criminal plot. He seemed to find immediate clients in another state! So good networking can be profitable, while darker networking can move on to landlords, real estate, banks, credit authorities, and cross state lines to politicians, "brotherhood" lawyers, and retired military networkers. A naive, unsuspecting defendant might soon find himself living beside a US Air Force base, at the mercy of a drug involved-landlord who spent years at Dachau, Germany; and flee the area only to be tortured and stalked by organized criminals, and losing everything–– children included - across state lines!
Crime pays! And the American justice system quite often fails or even assists the crafty criminals and legally astute schemers.
There's another lawyer in Georgia named George Childs. He had a client who had a medical collections business in Florida, that she later moved to Georgia after her husband mysteriously and suddenly died. The lawyer she had in Florida, Mr. Gruver, was unfortunate and died in a car crash. So now, it appears Mr. Childs is handling collections his Georgia client can't. Mr. Gruver was collecting for other Florida medical collectors, as well, and one had connections to Monroe, NC.
So when a medical bill collector contacts you, it pays to be a little suspicious.
Child's partner, Jim Knight, left the partnership several years back and appears to have connections outside Georgia somewhere around Fernandina Beach, the border beach of Florida/Georgia.
Then there's Identity Ventures, and Mr. Mark Bailey, whose name is actually Keith Markland Bailey. He boasts at his site his wife works at Jones Day, a huge international law firm. His connections with his company,
span from Texas to Israel and involve retired military intelligence officers, and multi-millionaire real estate guru, General A. Bowen Ballard. These are powerful people to place on a web site! The Destin office is shown here, with visiting vehicles bearing Texas tags.
But so what? Jack Abramoff worked for a huge, global law firm–– Greenberg Traurig. Abramoff is in prison and will probably be out before his trail of comrades and associates are sent to join him, if they're ever weeded from society at all.
Moving on to Kentucky an exiting attorney cautioned this author to be very careful because Kentucky has attorneys who can get people killed. So if attorneys can get people killed it's all the more reason to investigate–– if you dare.
What percentage of your state legislature, county or town government is controlled by lawyers? What about attorneys seated on corporate boards? You can bet a cheesecake, their numbers in key positions are pretty high.
It's a good thing most attorneys are honest, and Americans can count on them to save this country from those who aren't. But it doesn't hurt to imagine if the world would graduate more doctors, and less lawyers her people would live longer, happier, and healthier lives.
NEXT: Coroners and how they're selected, and trained.
Initially, Davina's death was ruled suicide, and after years of struggle her parents, in coping with the suicide verdict and knowledge of altered, scrubbed crime scene evidence on Bald Head Island, were able to see the ruling changed to cause of death as, "unknown." But District Attorney Rex Gore, a public figure since the 1980's, would never accept anything other than suicide, and refused to reopen the case.
The police dispatcher's taped comments regarding Davina:
"I could hear her advise someone to put the gun down."
Davina's last words taped by police recordings:
"There ain't no reason to have a gun here on Bald Head Island.
Okay?
Come on, do us a favor and put down......"
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Before now imprisoned Sheriff Ron Hewett's reign (1994-2008,) the sheriff was John Carr Davis, whose son-in-law was murdered. Before that, the sheriff was Herman Strong involved in the "Colcor" scandals.
COLCOR: Brunswick County, North Carolina, 1983
"...B-25 bombers landing in fields, dead bodies searched for in hog pits, fake kidnappings, Cuban smugglers, U-Haul trucks with 10,000 pounds of pot getting stuck in a ditch, fake drugs busts, and legislation enacted to make it illegal for the Federal Government to use money to influence a vote...."
FBI Special Agent Robert Drdak was responsible for unraveling the web of deceit, drug crimes, and high level corruption in the Columbus/Brunswick, North Carolina areas, 1983. Among those involved in bribery, racketeering and drug smuggling was a police chief, sheriff, District Court Judge, and State Senator.
Even then present District Attorney Rex Gore was involved in local politics.
From 1976 until the late 1980's, former Governor Mike Easley, with homes at Southport and Bald Head Island was District Attorney for the 13th prosecutorial district, which encompasses Brunswick, Columbus and Bladen counties. Easley went on to become North Carolina's State Attorney General from 1992-2000, then Governor for two terms, until 2008.
Although little remains on the internet regarding the Colcor scandals and investigations, former NC Governor Easley must have been involved in the investigations and court trials, among those involved: HERMAN STRONG, Brunswick Sheriff -numerous charges of conspiring to smuggle drugs, providing protection to drug smugglers, accepting bribes, and 2 incidents of smuggling marijuana and methaqualone tablets HOYAL "RED" VARNUM, Shallotte Police Chief -conspiring to possess with intent to distribute 1,100 to 1,400 pounds of marijuana STEVE VARNUM -past chairman Brunswick County Commissioners, involved with his brother Red Varnum L. HAROLD LOWERY, Police Chief, Lake Waccamaw -racketeering taking $1,650 bribe money EDWARD WALTON WILLIAMSON -payoff to send Star News reporter, Judith Tillman back to Alabama J. WILTON HUNT, District Court Judge -racketeering, interstate gambling G. RONALD TAYLOR, State Representative -burning 3 warehouses of a competitor in the farm implement business R.C. SOLES, State Senator -influence peddling, vote tampering and buying votes for DA Rex Gore (R.C.Soles is North Carolina's longest serving legislator, and was reelected to his 21st term, November 2008.)
Much of this information was obtained from and more indepth information regarding Colcor can be found
–––––––––––– It shouldn't be surprising Davina was aware of drug activity, even at Bald Head Island.
Somewhere in the midst of correspondence with Senator Helms, I had contacted Mrs. Birdie Frink to ask her whether she'd received information I'd relayed the summer before, in 1998, to Brunswick authorities regarding the unsolved murder of her daughter. She said she hadn't received any new information from the police.
A few months later, Officer Davina Jones was dead.
From 1988 to 1991, I was a freelance amateur cartoonist with The Enquirer Journal newspaper, in the home county of the late Senator Jesse Helms. I felt fortunate that Ramie Barker, the editor, welcomed my amateurish cartoons, and so willingly published some which were quite daring.
Ramie lost his job when the Democrats lost the county after having had control for more than 100 years, and I looked for other avenues to utilize my talents. An "Ivy-Leager" came down from up North to take Ramie's place, and surprisingly, staunch Republican, Ramie moved up into West Virginia to work for Democrat U.S. Senator Robert Byrd.
Senator Helms was documented as enjoying the cartoons created of him, so he kept his favorites displayed on the walls of his office. I'm sure the lone cartoon I created of him (with the hot air balloon) wasn't one displayed.
––––––––––––––– A political cartoonist once playfully described his profession as one of.... "an assassin, except we use pen and ink."
Wouldn't Officer Davina Buff Jones have been fortunate to have met her final fate with a political cartoonist instead of the genuine assassin who took her life?
Crime scene evidence was destroyed and Officer Davina Jone's blood was hastily washed away to make way for a wedding on the affluent island. Nearly seven years after the loss of this courageous officer, North Carolina lost a great talent, and native son. Doug Marlette was a tremendously gifted political cartoonist whose life was lost in a tragic truck accident. North Carolina has lost prematurely some very talented, and courageous citizens. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doug_Marlette
Like Davina, and miraculously coincidental, my "suicided" son as a toddler was was fondly nicknamed "Beany," too. How startling both these children were born so affectionately nick-named by family. Yet each was destined to bear a cruel-sham-labeling "suicide" ruling by questionable and contradictory police reporting. With insensate mishandling, and political distancing, authorities controlling outcomes of these investigations would cast shadows on these kid's memories in concealing and distorting facts even common sense would recognize as shady.
And for those of us denied justice, who haven't the connections or means to challenge tightly-knit authorities, wealth, and well-established power–– the First Amendment is worth more than any politician, psychiatrist, court, detective, coroner, state employee, district attorney––or affluent island.
What really matters to those who've loved and lost their children is the truth.
Around two weeks before Amy Frink died, our family was vacationing at Ocean Isle Beach. My eldest son was with her and she drove him back to the rental house where we were staying. We lived in Matthews, and returned to Matthews, NC the next morning. We nearly always rented from Cooke's.
I remember standing in my NC kitchen, startled while reading the details of her tragic death. We received the weekly Brunswick Beacon newspaper through the mail. My eldest son walked into the kitchen from outside, and I gave him the news. He went upstairs quietly to his room. Not so long after another of his close school friends would be killed in a head-on collision on the road to Ocean Isle Beach. Amy died my son's junior year at Charlotte Latin School. He graduated in 1993.
1993, our family was transferred from North Carolina to Cobb County Georgia where my husband would begin an executive position with Norfolk Southern Railroad, with communications and signals. In Charlotte, North Carolina he had been in charge of the railroad's construction machinery.
There are two questions that remain. If Amy's death is reported as 1994, how could I have read about it in North Carolina, while standing in my kitchen? I lived in Georgia in 1994. That North Carolina memory is so well-planted in my mind because I knew how painful it would be to tell my son, and how horrible it must be for her poor parents.
I also recalled reading that Amy had phoned her sister from a pay-phone at a South Carolina store to notify her she would be arriving for a visit in Myrtle Beach. I had recalled from the story that Amy had died in South Carolina. Now accounts indicate she was killed in North Carolina and her body was then moved across the state line, which would explain why the trial occurred in North Carolina.
I had initially given the information to three entities offices in 1998, D.A. Rex Gore, Brunswick County Sheriff, and The Brunswick Beacon newspaper. I'd spoken with Sheriff Ron Hewett's office on more than one occasion. In the latter conversation around 2001, I had asked the sheriff if the crime had been committed in South Carolina, and then how could the trial be held in North Carolina? His response at that time, was generally that it was the way they do things there.
I had notified Brunswick authorities in 1998 of new information describing the killer, and after that Amy's murder was solved. But by that time my younger son was dead with similar circumstances, those being 1/ the phone booth, 2/crossing state lines, 3/bloody, crime scene, 4/ Birdie Frink had told me in a phone conversation, she was disallowed to see her daughter's body, and I was unable to identify my son's body.
Yet getting information from Alabama and Georgia entities with my son's "suicide" was as difficult as understanding the lukewarm, even evasive, almost rude reception I'd received from Brunswick authorities and entities in attempting to help them solve a six-year-old heinous crime. As it turned out, neither of those arrested in Brunswick matched the description of the man I'd given them 1998, who my son believed had killed Amy. This man lived in a trailer south of Ocean Isle on I-17, had blonde scraggly, long hair and a bad temper. He lived with his mother, and it' s where they'd been the last night my son had seen Amy alive. My son was 17 years old the summer of 1992, and Amy had written to him in Matthews after their summer friendship had developed the year before.
I'd taken the following notes regarding my own son's death, and body shipment. I'd suspicions from all else I'd suffered, there was foul play involved, particularly since initially his father made plans to cremate his body. Through Marietta, Georgia attorney George C. Childs I had demanded burial instead knowing exhumation might be the only way I could eventually get the truth. I'd been to Mobile to examine his body, and via cell phone was told the morgue had closed at 5:00 p.m. I made a purchase there with my VISA card as proof, and believe the date was December 23, 1998.
Suspecting organized crime and being dangerously alone, then I opted not to stay in Mobile, and drove back to Georgia, the drive totaling somewhere around 18 hours. A couple days began the jailings and harassment, which along with a protective order and my husband's apparent intention to have me incarcerated permanently, discouraged attendance of my son's burial.
Note: The "BODY SHIPMENT" information as relayed via telephone, by Baldwin County Coroner, Huey Mack, Sr.
The body was released by Alabama's Judge Stuart on December 29, five days AFTER his Cobb County, Georgia funeral, and the same day I was arrested and placed in Houston, and Cobb County's jails.
(Those false charges were later dismissed. According to my attorney, Kenneth Schatten, there were no harassments, to justify the "harassing phone call" charges and he had listened to a tape recording which proved it.)
But for several days, and the duration of my court ordered "state hospital incarceration," the body was apparently stored in Georgia a full week before being flown to Pittsburg, PA, and then moved to Roanoke, Virginia, 1/7/99.
So the body was moved to Virginia and stored for a week before the 1/14/99 burial.
It was moved from Georgia storage one day after I was released from the "mental hospital" trap, and the possibilities for a permanent incarceration and a "guardianship" over me was lost by my husband and his attorney, Michael Broadbear.
(I'd refused all medications, even though intimidated and threatened with injection, and was finally released, ruled "not a danger to herself or others." It's good for the public to know that in Georgia this a method of forcefully intimidating and permanently discrediting, silencing potential witnesses, as well as settling divorces. It's a horror to imagine and, God only knows how many others have not escaped these devilish traps.)
So where was the body stored in Georgia? And why won't they release any records? The Cobb County funeral home handled all arrangements, and as I understood it they handled payment to other entities in Virginia and Alabama. They would not release records after asking the boy's father.
Why wouldn't any of them release the records?
Even John Garner of Alabama had said to get copies of police reports I would need to hire a lawyer and get a subpoena. Why? These were public records. The one person who seemed to be missing was Jimmy Johnson, the actual Baldwin County sheriff. Huey Mack and John Garner were doing all of the talking, and Jimmy Johnson's name was never mentioned until I found it out almost by accident, in 2004.
Sheriff Johnson provided records promptly, one even with a tattoo picture on a foot that I recalled looked like my son's tattoo. Being a graphics artist, I would tend to believe a coroner's report faster than a graphic image. The coroner had written that on the body, there were two well-healed scars, one above each knee. My son had no knee scars at all, no leg wounds, and no knee surgery. While the tattoo is similar in my recollection, I'm sure my son isn't the only person who had that particular tattoo. A tattoo image can be transposed directly on to a photograph with graphics software, or manually to a human body. Instructions: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lceb-BbVoFo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TynVZHRmpUU
December, 2008, former Sheriff Ron Hewett of Brunswick County, NC began serving a federal prison sentence. He'd become sheriff in 1994, and in 1998 I had contacted his office, the office of District Attorney, Rex Gore, and the Brunswick Beacon Newspaper, to anonymously tip them with new information regarding the unsolved 1992 murder of Amy Frink. About four months later my own son was reported dead, with many similarities as Amy's death.
Below are notes taken from "Man04" of North Carolina, 2004. He had a message regarding my son's death. I should stop what I was doing and go on with my life, or I might be killed. He also mentioned Sheriff Huey Mack of Baldwin County, Alabama These are copies of three arrest records, of area gang members and trespassers, and a few of the 16 state police reports of vandalism to my home and animals.
The cruelest thing law enforcement can do is lead a victim to believe there's an ongoing investigation when there isn't, which prolongs the agony––the worst form of human cruelty.
I'd been to speak with Detective Jude at the Criminal Justice Training Center of the Kentucky State Police, in Richmond, Kentucky summer 2001 regarding the harassment from local gang members, dead animals, and sabotage. I also believed the sale of the farm was an extortion plot and would find out later more of the 'players.' There, my picture was taken and officers acted as though they were working to correct Mercer & Washington County's problems. It never happened.
It was at that same general time I'd phoned Sheriff Hewett's office in Brunswick, NC and asked if Amy Frink's murder had been solved.
Hewett, or his deputy, had replied, "Oh yea, we solved that back in 1998––a great, big, fat black guy and a white guy. They're in prison." I responded, "That's funny, in 1999 I spoke with Amy's mother, and she said the murder wasn't solved, and she hadn't received any information I gave you in 1998 regarding the murderer's description."
Later I spoke with Brunswick's sheriff deputy Crockett who had investigated Amy's murder, and he maintained it occurred in 1994, when I remembered clearly it occurred in 1992.
There were many issues for Mr. Stumbo, in which I had tried to explain that I was being victimized by organized criminals and the problems had crossed state lines. Note in return Mr. Stumbo suggests (yet another) private attorney.
Since my story has finally, after ten years of horrors, begun to prove factual, I hope to put together more of these connections that neither authorities in Alabama, Georgia, nor Kentucky were interested in unraveling.
Mike Johnson was a resident of Nicholasville, Kentucky in the year, 2000 along with his friend Roger Garrett. Mike was driving Roger to the local jail for DUI charges to be served on a daily basis. Roger had said he was from a wealthy family in Eastern Kentucky, his grandfather built trucks of some sort, and his brothers had a local construction company, "Garrett Construction." Johnson had said he was "from coastal North Carolina," and that he built custom sailboats. He said he was also involved in the crabbing industry, and had two sons who had been in some trouble and were jailed in Las Vegas. He said his mother was in Arizona, and noted as a psychiatrist. He spoke of his twin brother who had passed away some years before.
Around 2004 there were several deaths late in the year in Mercer County, Kentucky. In one instance a native North Carolinian named Mr. Combs was in his automobile on Grapevine Road near the church, and took a shotgun to his own head.
In 2001-2 vehicles with North Carolina tags were frequenting my neighbor's house, Mr. Jerry Jones, whose house had burned because of a faulty freezer connection. Mr. Jones had brought two North Carolinians over to my farm asking about purchasing it––for $25,000.00 less than I'd paid. Curious as to his North Carolina associates, they explained they had relatives "in politics in Gastonia." In my best recollection, the explanation was their relative was seated as a commissioner.
Later Mr. Jerry Jones explained he'd met his North Carolina friends at a "used car lot." He never explained the visitors from NC who frequented his home other than some neighbors said, "Maybe it's family." I would receive two other offers to purchase my farm for $25,000 less than I paid after all of the killing and sabotage. One was from Mr. Wes McClure, the forger of the checks, and the second was from Mr. Black, a friend of the seller, Denver Mills.
What Mr. Stumbo did not understand, is that living in Kentucky can be a dangerous, and terrifying situation, and a private attorney is worthless when a person's life and property is threatened and vandalized by organized criminals. He also apparently wasn't willing to investigate the area for organized criminal activity, nor examine my farm purchase as and it's extortion characteristics.
Mr. Stumbo may have found other information from outside his state I could have provided interesting, which could have helped him protect the citizens of his state from the horrors of organized criminal activity. Other NC connections were my ex-husband's boat, docked in Brunswick County for several years before he moved to Georgia and then begun again later Florida. We spent several years in Brunswick and owned land, paying taxes there at one time. And, I had a political cartoon published there in the Brunswick Beacon Newspaper. Other politically connected North Carolina connections which could have spanned states were my husband's employment and associates with the Railroad's engineering department, and Cobb County's Facility Group, which has recently suffered losses of some of it's highest, politically corrupt officers. Historically, the company's officers trace up to Charlotte, North Carolina, on up to Massachusetts, and the over to Dallas, ongoing for years. Heavily involved in politics, Facility Group hired the retired Cobb County sheriff, Bill Hutson, who hosted my 1998 stay, and I found the jail to be corrupt, and believe my stay there was staged. They also had, as Sr. Vice President, a Georgia House Representative, Board of Ethics Chairman, Mr. Erhart. Facility's former CFO, involved experienced with the cheesecake industry, as well as attorneys associated with Gingrich and Barr, jumped ship in 2005, and set up shop in Vero Beach, while maintaining another residence in Massachusetts.
There are some curious connections at 75 Beattie, in Greenville, SC which also houses some Sun Cruz Casino offices, as well as connections with Facility. There's another office near Brunswick in Little River, SC, near a Casino boat captain's restaurant who had a scratch with Brunswick's officials. Little River, SC is to North Carolina like Fernandina Beach, FL is to Georgia - just a hop across the boundary line.
There are also, the dog show connections with the American Kennel Club, with its headquarters in North Carolina. At the onset of my problems I had some problems getting papers from them, and another breeder actually said he was leaving this country in fear for his life. Bud Samples collapsed and died at the Warner Robins (Stumpff) landlord property, in the presence of Chow Chow breeder Sandy Goldschmitt.
Connections of the ex's new wife might include one link of a family business to an accounting agent, B. Rains, who relocated from Atlanta to Wilmington, mid 1990's. Two others have relocated from north Georgia to Ocean Isle, brothers who operate businesses there.
One thing is for certain. There's plenty of golf, and boats of all kinds, sail boats, yachts, plenty of scuba gear, snorkling, surf boards, lots of deep sea fishing and water sports with this crowd. At one point even Kentucky's former Attorney Greg Stumbo was stranded off the coast of Tampa in South Florida on a boat hung up on a sand bar.
American's Hope is that federal law enforcement agencies are honest, and operate with fairness and integrity, and will end the nightmares of coverup with "The Bluegrass Conspiracy," and organized "Company" of Kentucky; the Brunswick, NC Sheriff Ron Hewett, and Sheriff Herman Strong narcotics convictions stories of North Carolina.
Because of these corrupt public servants, our children should not be dying.
I am extremely grateful to the Mobile Alabama Press-Register and Jillian Kramer who did such a wonderful job in writing an article about my son's disappearance and reported Alabama death. It's unfortunate Ms. Kramer is still young, inexperienced and does not research her stories well enough to be a serious crime reporter. And if Ms. Kramer asks for an interview, never expect a thanks, or the courtesy of notification of when she finally publishes the article. Watch for the article for up to a year after she gets your interview. The article Ms. Kramer wrote can be found
She pointed out that the Alabama state forensics report recording 3-inch scars on each knee, did not match my son's body. The problem is, Ms. Kramer's description of the scars was not quite correct, because she apparently did not view any forensics reports or police reports. Ms. Kramer mentions my son swigged whiskey per the Sheriff, but the autopsy report shows the body examined had no alcohol present. In the article, Sheriff Mack also says he spoke with me several times and "started recording the calls after the first few." I believe all police calls are recorded, so is Sheriff Mack's office different? I may have spoken with him one time, when I believed I was speaking with John Garner, and I have the notes to back it up. I do recall speaking with Mr. Mack's father, the coroner, now deceased. Sheriff Mack never said I could come and view the body. It's not true. Had Ms. Kramer cared about the FACTS she would have investigated further. As it was she got the story, and after about six months published it in a time slot where it would get as few readers as possible, during the Christmas holidays.
While Ms. Kramer may use human interest stories to further her career, for the sake of the innocent, and for her lack of compassion and desire for truth, she should avoid stories which involve facts, families, children, and criminal situations. While she's young and ambitious, only responsible reporters should be assigned such serious subjects.
My son disappeared not long after I had reported information to Brunswick, North Carolina police I had hoped would help solve the the murder of Amy Frink. My son's disappearance and reported death had similar characteristics as Amy's. Both were last known calling at a phone booth. Both crossed state lines and died in adjacent states. Both suffered gruesome deaths. In neither case did the mother identify the body.
I have strongly suspected foul play, even interstate organized crime, and believe since there were no witnesses to his alleged suicide, there should have been a homicide investigation.
were taken to destroy my credibility, to hinder my identification of his body, and to attend funeral and burial services; that his father and myself were in process of a nasty divorce, and that my [deceased] son had told me of his father's mistress, who later became his father's wife. My son also knew his father had provided Georgia police with false information to gain leverage in the divorce outcome. In a 39 day period of my son's death in Alabama, memorial service in Georgia, and burial in Virginia I was suffering harassment, false arrests and accusations by Georgia police, living in fear for my life and my husband's and his Georgia attorney's arrangements. I have understood that in Georgia these tactics are not uncommon in justice with divorce situations.
It is also important to note my divorce attorney, Kenneth Schatten called me to his office Spring, 1999 and advised, in the presence of Billy Carter, Private Detective, that he and Mr. Carter believed my husband may have murdered our son, and as mentioned above, there was motive to make him disappear before he could witness in any court trial. The past ten years were spent with shock and dismay, confusion, grief, anger and fear fleeing Georgia, while finding more of the same harassments in Kentucky. While attempting to get the truth I was enduring all forms of intimidation, stalking and sabotage to my home and animals.
Below are notes taken March, 2001 in speaking with authorities in Baldwin County, Alabama. Mr. Garner explained I would not be able to get police records without a lawyer and subpoena. He was very rude. He did say he'd spoken to me before and I recall telling him I'd never called him and it must have been someone else. A few years later, in 2004, I learned Jimmy Johnson and not Garner, was sheriff and Mr. Johnson was kind in sending records. I am still curious to know who was driving the truck my son was said to have hitch-hiked on from the phone booth location in Georgia.
Family Affair It is very important to note there are two "Huey Macks," father and son. Huey Mack, Jr. is presently the Baldwin County sheriff, who replaced James Johnson, sheriff in 1998. At the time of my son's death I believe Mr. Mack, Jr. was a deputy. Huey Mack, Sr. was the coroner, and owner of the funeral home who in 2001 provided much of the verbal information recorded below, including the flight records, body shipment schedule, and shotgun model.
I do not recall speaking with Huey Mack, Jr. but recall 2001 conversations with Huey Mack, Sr. besides speaking to Mr. Garner, 2001. I have since read there was only a cooler at his funeral home to store bodies temporarily, so have wondered if that long-term body storage information given was in error. There is considerable evidence to open a proper investigation and find the truth regarding the death of my son. Information provided from a suspicious local resident, noted apparently near the same time there was a similar shot gun death in the same area, and the homicide victim's body was decomposing in his roadside car, undiscovered for three days. For the past ten years with an abundance of evidence, I have been unable to convince any authority to unravel the truth. My former husband of twenty-three years, well connected as a railroad executive, and his Atlanta attorney Michael Broadbear were very powerful people in Georgia with far-reaching business and political liaisons. If the public could please submit any information regarding this tragedy, I would be most grateful, having never lost faith in the good will and integrity of the American People, at-large.
It is very important these tactics are never used again against other Americans––that those of us committed to stand and resist corruption and crime are not punished, ridiculed, stalked and harassed by criminals and ignored by disinterested or misinformed law enforcement.
If anyone should have any information, please feel free to contact me at fm_looney@yahoo.com or feel free to post comments anonymously or otherwise at this blog. You may also submit information to the Federal Bureau of Investigation at this site: https://tips.fbi.gov/ --Private Detective Billy Carter's Website, which has since been taken down-- Where the Mobile Alabama Press-Register article suggested my son had taken "a few swigs" from the whiskey bottle, forensics examiner records challenge the information relayed to Ms. Kramer.
".....When he saw a whiskey bottle on the kitchen counter, the 18-year-old Georgia native took a few swigs, then moved over to the gun rack and selected a shotgun. ..."
In memory of Michael Connell, who perished in a plane crash Friday, December 19, in Ohio.
His federal testimony regarding election tampering, missing e-mails and witness in other areas could have helped Americans understand the instability of the American government, and failure of justice systems for the past several years. It is documented he was afraid, felt threatened, and could probably unravel mysteries surrounding US Attorney scandals and the political persecution and imprisonment of former Governor of Alabama, Don Siegelman.
Dorothea Carvelas lived in Stockbridge, Georgia. In 1999, when Mark Barton of Stockbridge killed the stock brokers in Atlanta, I couldn't help but make a connection. Gordon Bennett had flipped on the TV to the shooting story like he knew more about it, and said, "You're going to see some of 'it' now." Gordon was a part of a Kentucky organized network, and I believed he would eventually lead to the pack who'd kidnapped and murdered my son, the son whose body I never identified.
Dorothea was an older lady, had been showing Wire Fox Terriers with the AKC for years. Bud Samples, an old friend, had suggested I could get grooming tips from Dorothea. So I would occasionally make the trip to her house, and in return for learning the art of hand stripping, I would groom her older show dogs.
Dorothea bragged the the famed terrier handler, Peter Green, would show her dogs without charge. She also took pride in being German.
"Honey, I'm German," she'd say more than once with a grin, boasting ancestry and roots from West Virginia.
She referred to a niece, named Sue, who lived near Lakeland, Florida, like Jim Coutts, and Sue had shown fox terriers and groomed for a living. At one point I'd driven Dorothea to the Cincinnatti Wire Fox Terrier specialty show to stay the weekend, and she enjoyed the generosity. The return was on Easter Sunday so I wanted to get back to Georgia to be with my children. Dorothea wanted to stop at a restaurant instead of a fast food stop, and I told her I didn't have time for a leisurely meal. I had to drive her all the way through Atlanta to Stockbridge, and back to the northern side, which in itself added two more hours to my trip. I was generous in paying for her meals, even if, the last one together had to be a quick-stop.
What happened after that was incredible. Dorothea spread gossip and lies around to her dog show friends that I had refused to stop on the trip to let her go to the bathroom, which simply was not true. She didn't get her way at the expensive restaurant. She continued her badmouthing to the point the story later landed on my doorstep, and I was amazed that for all I'd done for her, that she could turn against a person in a cut-throat manner. I had given her and her husband George nice gifts for Christmas and was grateful for her sharing her expertise in grooming Wire Fox Terriers.
She took all she could take, but it was apparently a plan, because she'd later pay a visit to my husband's office at Norfolk Southern Railroad, and without my knowledge or consent, took a birthday cake for my "Happy Birthday." What else they might have spoken of is the real question, because Dorothea Carvelas was up to absolutely no good.
She and cairn terrier breeder, Nell Stumpff, who would later be my landlord, were the same kind of people. They pretended to be your friend, and later stabbed you unmercifully in the back.
It was by the Grace of God, that I survived. If this it the "Dog Game," I would caution anyone lead to believe as I did, it's a healthy family sport. It's an old, established network, but I'd heard more than once the words, "Those terrier people are a different breed, altogether."
And more than once Dorothea had said, "Honey, you have to pay your dues." She said novices just weren't allowed to win, whether or not they had the best dog.
So had something evil manifested itself in the terrier group? I didn't think so, but Tony, a fellow breeder and friend got out of the sport and left the country not so long after my troubles began. There were definitely some powerful folks in the dog world pulling strings.
What was ironic was my birthday seemed to be in several plans particularly Dorothea's and my husband's. I'd never had anybody care so much.
1998, my husband called, October 13, and said, "Sorry I'm out of town. I'll be home Friday and we'll celebrate your birthday." And for the next three months I'd find jails, harassment, and incarcerations, learn of a dead child, with the landlord, and my husband's team skillfully colluding to keep me as far from my son's funeral and burial as possible. Later my lawyer would say he believed my husband murdered our son. At that time, I couldn't believe it, but now I believe the man is capable of anything.
The knock at the door was unexpected because my husband never knocked but walked right in. It was the Cobb County, Georgia police who followed me into the house, asked if I had a gun, and followed me around demanding I pack my bags and get out. It was startling to say the least.
I'd never owned a gun, in fact, never fired one except as a child with my father's assistance, while aiming at mistletoe. But my husband had two guns, in fact one was similar to the rifle that would later kill my son.
This would begin the emotional coercion rollercoaster and horror story planned surely by legal professionals and psychological consultants. Only the CIA could plan a person's destruction better than this railroading team.
It was quite an arrangement, surely coordinated with his lawyer, Michael Broadbear, a former US Army Captain with ties to very powerful politicians, and the Republican network. An eighteen month reconciliation period had bought the timing Broadbear and his client needed for planning. These people had skills as precise as any trained military intelligence person, to go for the throat of an enemy. And they didn't just destroy a person, they made sure the person's life after tangling with them would be so horrific over time, the uphill struggle, losses, sabotage and constant bad news would inflict a perpetual suicide wish.
At its best, this was premeditated mental cruelty and human destruction. Worst, it was criminal collusion and conspiracy to coerce cooperation–– protected by law and assisted by utilization of law enforcement and the courts. This particular scheme was surely used to destroy other Americans, because it was so well-designed.
Broadbear was good, and if what George C. Childs said was true, he was a railroad accident attorney. My husband said they'd met at the athletic club he'd joined to exercise in Atlanta. I've believed Broadbear, a former Army Captain, and later Nell Stumpff's ex-husband, Lt. Colonel George Stumpff, and some of the other former military stalkers were part of an organized underground network.
It's difficult to know what the truth is, because these people were capable of just about anything, and I'd discover later how dangerous they really were. Drug and mafia networks I found in Georgia and later in Kentucky, are useful to some powerful Americans who might have a "problem" that needs addressing. Lawyers solve problems. It's their job to plan and arrange "success" for clients, and Mr. Broadbear did a great job. Two remaining children are emotionally affected for life. Their brother is dead, their mother stalked and terrorized for the rest of her life, and his client happily married his mistress and sailed away on the yacht. Now, that's success!
These things are proficiently planned so covertly the conspiring ones scheming the crimes won't be caught. Without legal recourse, the only alternative a crime victim has in stopping the horror, is to expose the well-documented story and participants involved. As planned, statutes of limitations expire during terror-harassment-coercion-intimidation periods. Powerful people can prompt selection of a case to prosecute or prevent an investigation. Ever present street criminals do the dirty work.
Not so long after delivering the birthday cake to Norfolk Southern Corporation Dorothea Carvelas was dead. I even visited her in the hospital and took her lotions she'd requested, unaware that she was a betrayer. I've wondered since how many lives she'd conspired to destroy and who her "Dog Game" friends were. What would qualify a person to be a member?
The only other Wire Fox Terrier breeders near Stockbridge were Tommy and Sue Yates and I'd bump into a Yates name later in Kentucky. They seemed to distance themselves, kept respectable positions at the WIre Fox Terrier clubs, and kept a low profile. Tommy at some point became an AKC Judge. Nell Stumpff was respected in the dog show world.
Names are strange, because you always wonder if the folks are somehow kin. I'd bought land in Georgia from a man named Mr. Ridings and later the Richmond, Kentucky New York Life Insurance agent was named Mr. Ridings, as well.
Nell projected an image of self-confidence, an air of absolute integrity with a calm, outward show of wealth, control and dignity. She once spoke of a dog show judge whom she referred to as "Pilgrim," complaining that at one point he held a knife to her throat, insinuating he was a dangerous man. At the time I couldn't imagine what might have put her in that position. After a few months experience with Nell, I could understand it better. She'd said she had three sons, Steve, who had colon cancer, and lived in a trailer behind her rental apartment; Jim, who lived in Augusta and was studying to be an ER doctor, but changed to geriatrics. And the other was in north Atlanta, working for a Japanese company. Later I found that Steve was a local drug dealer and Jim was an electrical engineer, having graduated from Mercer University.
Nell said her former husband, Lt. Colonel George Stumpff, had owned a farm in Alabama, but lost it. Although they were divorced they kept in touch as he visited and whispered to her at the front door once while I was at her house.
Alabama was where my younger son would later have his head blown away with a shotgun - ruled "suicide." (No witnesses, no homicide investigation.) Ironically I hadn't known my son had been involved with an older, married woman who'd said her father was a "retired Army General" who kills people and covers it up. It appeared I and my son had some "former" military enemies possibly both connected to the dog show world, in Alabama, and in Georgia.
Nell had Alabama connections. In accompanying her to Montgomery and Birmingham dog shows, she had dinner with a man she called "Jack Onofrio," at the Olive Garden. Once to Jacksonville with Nell and I returned with stomach pains so tremendous I was in bed for three days. Looking back, it's when I should have been suspicious.
But when the Cobb County police said I should leave my house, with my terriers, Nell was there. She had the perfect accommodation -- a kennel/apartment just built with construction overseen by Bud Samples, my friend.
Bud Samples had been a dog breeder, know for his World Champion Chow Chow dogs, most of his life, and he was a good friend. He's lost everything he had. Why? Best guess is North Carolina developers. He'd had a farm in Weddington with about 15 acres and lived there for years. But a developer moved in and developed adjacent land, and began to build nice houses on one-acre lots, naming the subdivision "Wedgewood." It's where I lived, and it's how I met Bud and Margaret Samples.
Wedgewood developers approached Bud and asked that they could make a deal with him, to limit the number of show dogs Bud could own, they would, in turn build a nice new boarding kennel on Bud's property, and erect a privacy fence dividing Bud's house from the Wedgewood Subdivision. Bud and his wife rejected the offer. They resented the fact that developers were attempting to tell them what they could and could not do on property they'd owned for many years.
He'd been building for Western Steer, and his construction business depended on it. So soon Western Steer stopped building their steak houses, and Bud's business began to crumble. Attaching his farm to the business to bail it, everything was lost. His farm was snatched up at the bank by a wealthy grandfather who wanted a nice tract for his dog-breeding granddaughter.
Bud and his wife had separated through the tribulations, and Bud found himself in a spot with nowhere to go. Nell came to the rescue, promising him free rent in exchange for grooming and help with construction on the kennel/apartment. He lived in a trailer behind the structure, that would later be occupied by her son, Steve.
I'd noticed a change in Bud after he'd moved to Nell's rental. He'd had terrible diabetes and in the 1980's had a serious bypass operation. His vision was failing, but his mind was clear. After he arrived at Nell's I kept contact with him via telephone and his memory began to fail terribly. It was a noticeable change, and I was worried at the time his health was failing, and told Nell had encouraged him to go to a different, and new doctor in that area. It wasn't long before he died, collapsing as Sandy Goldschmitt had confided to a friend, while Nell Stumpff watched and "then waited more than five minutes" to casually "pick up her cell phone and call 911."
Initially Sandy Goldschmitt had lived in the apartment, but she moved away and lived with a neighbor just before I arrived. She'd moved in from around Jacksonville, had a veterinarian acquaintance there, and then proceeded to rent from Nell. Her male Florida acquaintance was said to have had connections with scuba diving which was strange, as it was the same sport my husband had so recently become engaged in. We'd been to Hogs Breath Saloon in Key West, and to a casino boat at Key Largo after leaving a Tampa dog show. My scuba lessons were scheduled at Largo without my knowledge. A premonition of an intensive-care hospital room with breathing apparatus overshadowed the idea of sporty, sun-loving scuba with air tanks, and I gracefully refused the lessons.
Sandy and Bud Samples had much in common as they both bred Chow Chows. After she'd moved out of the apartment, she lived for a while with Betty Jo, who would later come to my rescue. Nell was said to have done her homework regarding Sandy's finances, I learned later, which was one of Nell's preoccupations with her tenants. And Sandy had confided to a friend that "Nell has every drug known to man at her house," and Sandy had moved out of the apartment to make way for me.
Nell complained Sandy had left a mess in the oven, and she'd left a pan of ammonia in to "soften the dirt on the sides." I told her not to worry, go on about her business, and I'd take care of it. On opening the oven, it was spotless as though it had never been used. When I went to remove the metal broiler pan of ammonia, it curiously had a wire attached, and wrapped around the heating element.
Later one person would comment, "If you'd have cooked a turkey that Thanksgiving you'd have blown up. That could have been a bomb with a little diesel fuel in the ammonia." Curiously the ceiling of the dog kennel beneath was covered with shiny metal, and I've thought since if it was indeed a bomb, then would the explosion go upwards protecting the valuable Wire Fox Terriers beneath?
Someone wanted my dogs so terribly when I arrived in Kentucky I was made an offer by Mr. James Lay who boasted he was uncle to the famous Nashville country singer, John Michael Montgomery. The question is, did someone want Bud Samples Chow Chows as well?
The kennel apartment set on a twenty acre tract in the middle of a large, open area. Behind it sat woods, surrounding a little dirt road that circled back to a hidden house trailer initially occupied by Bud Samples, but later occupied by Steve Stumpff and his night-crawling, engine-gunning, truck-driving friends. From the main road there were two accesses to the trailer area, as Nell owned an adjacent brick house which she also rented, and Steve had access to both. A neighbor said the brick house controlled the water that ran to the apartment because to save money, Nell had only put in one street line.
I'd paid Nell a $600 security deposit on a six month rental, thinking my divorce would be final by that time, and I could move along and find myself a permanent home.
Nell had wanted the front gate locked, with a lock that had a dial combination on the bottom. I explained to her that I didn't want the gate locked, but she said it had to stay locked. Steve's friends had access, came in and out freely gunning their engines proceeding to his trailer in the woods. Yet Nell demanded the gate should stay locked.
It was frightening to be locked in an area with drug-dealers, and more than once I suspected the apartment had been entered, and things were tampered with. At one point my computer went online and instead of dialing the local all-tel number, it dialed a phone number in Austria.
"I lived in Dachau, Germany when George was in the military." Nell went on to tell about her past, saying she had fraulein maids provided by the US government, and that she's seen those "human skin lampshades," adding, "with the pretty tattoos."
At that point, I was overwhelmed with fear, and suspected if I could carefully find a way to vacate her property it might be the safest thing to do. The emotions were many having found the woman was actually doing a job.
Bud Samples had collapsed and died in front of Nell and Sandy Goldschmitt and Sandy had later told a friend Nell waited five to ten minutes before using her cell phone to dial 911. With the drug dealers, human skin lampshades, death of Bud Samples and the dogs below acting as though they were drugged at times, I knew the way to survive it all was to move out.
I'd asked her earlier to please remove an old washer and dryer from the front of the kennel. I'd tried to move the washer a few weeks later and it fell off the dolly. She'd paid $35 for it. She'd often appear without any invitation just to "check" to see how I was doing. At one point she pointed to my wrist and asked, "What's that?" I explained I was moving one of the dogs and got a scratch. She had a plan, and it didn't take long to figure it out.
The rage inside, unable to make the combination work on the gate in the rain, unable to see the numbers, the drug dealers gunning the engines, poisoned pups, poisoned dogs, and locked inside a 20 acre tract finally one night I'd had enough and drove through the gate so it couldn't be locked again. Damages. Nell then had the ticket to fulfill her objectives. Was she working with my husband and his mistress? It may never be known, but I'd bet my farm on it.
Nell then phoned my family in Virginia. "Your sister has gone crazy. She's ice picking my stove! She's tearing up my apartment! She's driven through my gate! She tore up my washer and dryer!" "It has cost a LOT of money!"
So in the meantime my husband called my family and said, "You know, we have to have her put away, but I can't do it since we're in the process of a divorce."
They had it all worked out, down to the crossed "t" and dotted "i." He'd even driven a week before to Houston County and set it up with the judge, and then had my elder son sign papers based on all of the lies. The papers were then dated, 1999 instead of 1998, which is how they hide records.
It's how they'd ordered me out of my house saying I'd attacked my daughter, which was untrue. The witness is dead, and died about three days before I moved out of Nell's apartment. He'd also known his father had a mistress. He was my son.
I'd gotten out of all of their traps, out of their jails, endured the police harassment and stalking as best I could alone. Charges later were dismissed, and when Nell Stumpff got a felony warrant against me for "damages" I was not surprised.
For a $500 fee, Stan Martin, a local attorney, said I should turn myself in to Peach County police. At the jail, Magistrate Judge Laurens Lee said if I would just sign my divorce papers, my problems would go away and I wondered if they would kill my other two children if I refused. But after it was all over, the felony charges miraculously disappeared. Calling the courts to ask about a trial, there was none.
This had all been a well-planned coercion tactic, the debt, the thousands in bills, the thousands in bail and travel for charges later dismissed, the thousands ripped off by landlords and costs to the veterinarian, the emotional turmoil and constant harassment.
An angel of a person appeared in the midst of it all, saying, "I know you didn't ice-pick her stove and I know what's going on." She then placed her home as bail to get me out of jail. She lived in the neighborhood and wanted Steve Stumpff and his drug dealing friends out of the area. She knew Nell Stumpff had watched Bud Samples die and believed she was a dangerous woman. But if the charges disappeared then how would Betty Jo get her house released? Before all of this, I was one who believed the system was honest. Live and learn.
It was difficult to believe a perfect stranger would do this, but apparently she'd examined the apartment to see there were no damages to the stove and the other lies which were told. She was running a storage rental facility for a man named Rich Gannon of Knoxville. It was funny because I'd already been to Knoxville with Nell Stumpff and that's where a man named Steve Crouch had appeared. The suspicion of a possible organized network grew over time and I realized I was possibly in the midst of organized crime.
From thereon, paranoia was justified and suspicions regarding new acquaintances and situations would generally prove to be justified as well. A few years later, after escaping that situation only to find one similar in Kentucky I went to a Lexington psychiatrist, took her copies of the arrests and horrors including my son's death certificate, and she explained my former husband was an extremely dangerous man, and that my problems were probably similar to those of another client. I just might be up against the mafia.
A few years before, I sought help from Prepaid Legal Services, being a targeted individual, ever present legal assistance was a necessity, I was directed to attorney Marvin O'Koon of Louisville who said,
"There isn't a lawyer in Georgia who will take your case."
The psychiatrist diagnosed obsessive compulsive behavior in my persistence to get to the truth, to exonerate my name, and to uncover the untold truth about my son. There was no mental illness, no unjustified paranoia, no schizophrenia, no "demons" in my mind. Among the last thoughts she had were those shared by many, who find law enforcement insufficient, and the justice system ineffective while wrestling with crime in neighborhoods and corruption in the courts.
"You know there's an underground in this country I just don't understand."
POLITICS Successful elections are determined by many factors, and election results will determine changes in the present system. Factors producing winning candidates include teams of political consultants, professionals, corporations, media, volunteers, skillful organization, and incredible amounts of money.
Long term planning produces a winning candidate, and the outcome of the election selects politicians who write our laws, select judges, appoint US Attorneys, and investigate injustices and complaints.
MONEY Political donors come from all areas of American life and business, ranging from billionaires to blue chip corporations, labor unions, political action committees, to single families and everyday people. One politician, in speaking of his campaign donors, job performance and loyalties, said something like this:
"If two phone lines ring at the same time, and one gave my campaign $5,000, and the other $10,000, I'll answer the $10,000 phone line first."
Who wouldn't? It's one dilemma of the American political system. Congress has addressed and rewritten laws to correct campaign donation problems, but questions regarding fairness and objectivity remain.
CORRUPTION Can powerful organizations fairly investigate themselves and be trusted to make appropriate changes? Or is an outside consulting firm or committee the trustworthy alternative? Politicians often appoint judges and others are elected.
Legal advice: "You clearly have a clean case, and I see no reason for you to lose."
But the judge can make any ruling he wishes.
In American justice quality commands a higher price, while the system provides legal assistance to those deemed "indigent." Success with courts often results from the quality of the attorney, which, besides education can include business and social connections, social status, and experience. And all too often rumors are a few extra dollars "under the table" will win a case. Question is, how can a person pay off a judge and avoid a potential bribery conviction? The answer: attorneys.
"Make sure you get a hometown, old attorney. I got a DUI and local lawyer. The lawyer asked me to walk with him to the judge's office. We then walked to the bank, and the judge asked the teller to cash my $500 check. We walked back to the judges office. I handed him the money, and he tore up my file."
Attorneys connect it all, good and bad, with resources few could imagine. Bar association members have handled nearly every criminal case that has ever been tried, every corporate client with an issue, and every political candidate that ever ran for office. Their associates range from mafia dons to corporate executives. Every attorney isn't dishonest, but with the complicated American Justice system, mountains of laws and loopholes, it's easy for an attorney to appear dishonest. It's a competitive profession, and carries with it the social issues of blacklisting among bar members.
Would a corporate CEO receive the same punishment for the same crime as a homeless man? Would a ship's captain be punished with equal sentencing as an ensign? Can Americans expect their courts to deliver equal justice under the law? CONSTITUTIONALITY
"That's not the way we do things around here."
It was a statement made by a law enforcement official regarding a murder that occurred in one state, with a trial that occurred in another. Yet clearly, the U.S. Constitution addresses the issue, Amendment VI
"In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed......"
An important Constitutional Amendment, VI guarantees a speedy trial and impartial jury. But in American justice, with lingering postponements and a booked system, months or years can accumulate before a trial. Victims or witnesses could actually grow old and die before the courts make a ruling in a case. Yet, statutes of limitations have been set in many crimes, and a victim might attempt to find resolution unaware time ran out on the "SOL clock." It's a useful tool for attorneys wishing a winning verdict for clients.
is a statute in a common law legal system that sets forth the maximum period of time, after certain events, that legal proceedings based on those events may be initiated.
COLLUSION & CONSPIRACY
"There's not a lawyer in the state who will take your case."
Such words implicate injustice, and unconstitutionality. Whether the situation involves "criminal" or "civil" law determines whether attorneys could unite and deny a potential client fairness within the justice system. "Civil law" lacks a clear definition. Cases involving criminal acts are often settled in "civil" courts, which appear as payoffs to make a problem disappear. And if an attorney steps out of line to represent a controversial individual, he might suffer blacklisting within his legal-social network, resulting in a destroyed career.
While victims of crimes should have assistance from prosecuting, district, and state attorneys, it often doesn't happen. The issue lies in whether an individual can show cause to open or investigate a criminal case. In the case of former Governor Don Siegelman of Alabama, a U.S. Attorney associated with the opposing political party, representative for federal crimes and the F.B.I., brought charges against the governor as she determined his guilt. News stories indicated this U.S. Attorney's powerful, business and politically connected husband was a motivating force in the charges and subsequent trial. Was the trial and conviction politically motivated?
And in civil cases, horror stories abound where savvy, well-connected lawyers plot with clients, detectives and authority to arrange destruction of a plaintiff or witness.
AMERICAN JUSTICE: The Frame Game
"Call the cops!" It's extremely important that Americans realize the "Frame Game" is often used in legal situations.
A most useful tool for an attorney is in destroying the credibility of the opposition, whether witnesses, plaintiffs, or defendants. And if an attorney has the time, connections, and assets, he can possibly arrange it with skillful planning. A perfect way to discredit a person is by using law enforcement to produce tarnishing, permanent public records, or to dig up the details of a person's past, long buried. An attorney can direct his client to invent a story, call police, and get a criminal record against a foe, based on lies. Legal manipulation and false accusations utilizing "the system" can have a perfectly sane person incarcerated in a mental hospital, and a perfectly innocent person serving time in prison. It can also brand an innocent person as a sexual offender.
The Justice System can be utilized to destroy an innocent person's life.
e.If he has the wherewithal he can utilize detectives, psychiatrists, and consulting firms to aid in a courtroom victory with the bar association's support. Most people would lose sleep in knowing they'd destroyed a life, but in the compliance industry, and in business often conscience isn't a consideration.
Premeditated, skillfully planned character assassination has a legal flight pattern just above the treetops in passing ethics tests.
laws are seldom applied for lack of proof and a tight camaraderie among legal associates. It's business, and the Media helps destroy lives when it publishes indictments and accusations that have not been tried in a court.
For certain innocents, like whistle-blowers or political foes, the politically connected justice system can be destructive, dangerous, threatening - even deadly, as in the case of Attorney Jill Simpson, whose house was burned and vehicle run off the road after witnessing in Don Siegelman's favor. These covert incidences are skillfully planned but seldom prosecuted for lack of "proof." Targeted individuals are wise to keep cameras and cell phones handy.
Most attorneys don't operate on lower levels, but those who've made justice a winning sport, money racket, or frame game have created monsters for society and the legal community at-large. It's cast a dark shadow on a system designed to promise fairness and integrity.
For the sake of future generations, an innocent person can get
to dismiss and remove wrongful charges from public records, and to correct false accusations, although the individual will seldom live a normal life after the experience.
PERMANENT DESTRUCTION When the justice system fails, and a person is blacklisted, he can be blacklisted throughout the legal community, unable to find an attorney foolish in risking his reputation to become involved.
Elected officials are ultimately responsible for protecting individual rights, the U.S.Constitution, and investigating corruption. Thousands hope the new administration will make needed changes. For victims of justice, a well documented story will provide protection for posterity. Relief for emotional turmoil resulting from disillusionment with "democracy" is more difficult to find.
When the Justice System takes, it seldom replaces. And when it issues corrupted rulings, it seldom admits mistake.
Living temporarily in the Nicholasville area of Kentucky was the only choice after leaving Georgia. With six show dogs, living in motels and boarding the animals is expensive. Georgia courts were playing a waiting game in signing divorce papers. Miraculously a farm came available for rent near R.J.Corman & Sons, in Wilmore, Kentucky. The powerful railroad company was no more than a city block from the farm. Soon Bill Casey would show up with his friend Larry just in time to retrieve my belongings from Georgia. Georgia had set a date, that if I did not get my belongings from the house, I would forfeit them. Those would include the original furniture designed by my granfather, his paintings and mine, along with my personal belongings.
I was lucky to have found two men willing to help because the 23 years marriage had accumulated many belongings. Casey explained he and his biker friend, Larry had been in some trouble with cocaine in his past. But his most prideful history was his connections and heritage in Rhode Island. He was Irish as his father had been. His uncle he called "Donlevy" (Dunlevie?) was over US Customs in California. His mother was still living in Rhode Island with his ex-wife and son. He was disappointed once we visited a pawn shop to see someone had pawned his favorite gun. And he said he'd been a military policeman during Viet Nam. He mentioned he'd been in Atlanta and knew famous people, even Elton John. He also said he belonged to the James Gang, which I'd thought was an old '70's band, although Casey didn't play any instruments. He joked tornadoes were good, because disasters generated work and income for siding people like himself, and he asked that I hand his business card to the local Nicholasville veterinarian. Two of my animals were treated there, and I figured Casey wanted their business should they need help. Last I heard, he had a house with a pool, a new corvette and a couple new Harleys and had done quite well for himself.
Rhode Island kept popping up, and when a person lands in one of these stalking networks, there will always be connections here and there. I had already lost one child, with two more at risk, so had nothing to lose other than tread water and try to stay alive. So, I found Saddlebrook Associates of Rhode Island had Michael Broadbear as an apprentice of some sort with a Georgia college business program. Michael Broadbear was the name of the opposing attorney in Georgia. Then there was my husband's mistress, who had a Rhode Island uncle and Pennsylvania native ex-husband.
Two of the largest companies in central Kentucky are R.J. Corman & Sons, and Okonite, ironically in the two towns I was visiting while awaiting the divorce. Okonite has a huge plant in Richmond, Kentucky; and R.J.Corman is extremely influential in politics, a railroad affiliated company located in Nicholasville, with tentacles invested with campaign donations in politicians in Texas and Pennsylvania. Both have connections to Rhode Island. Both are privately owned, and ultra-conservative, like the railroads they service. Whether private companies fall under the same legal scrutiny as publicly traded companies, anti-monopoly laws have apparently not prevented them from controlling leaders, steering work, wealth, and playing favorites in local, state, and national politics.
Both firms are associated with the engineering division of the railroad, in construction, maintenance, and the Board of Corman has Norfolk Southern's former VP of Engineering as a director. There isn't a politician or construction company who hasn't known of R.J.Corman in Kentucky. And Okonite is a cable provider for electricity and communications.
Mississippi River boat trips, Denver vacations, golf outings, and Nashville Grand Ole Opry shows are just a few of the perks enjoyed by executives, financed by vendors and business associates such as Okonite. A week trip to Germany and Austria with the finest accommodations was hosted by an Austrian owned railroad equipment manufacturer.
Business associations have become extended families in upper echelons and provide social functions and vacations, all subsidized by consumers and taxpaying citizens. As the middle class disintegrates, and business and lobbyists run political offices with generous campaign donations, and contribute millions of dollars to their favorite charities, it's easy to forget those expenses are also passed on to consumers in product pricing.
It's time for drastic change, and for the new Congress to protect the interests of the general population, and prevent monopolies, networking, and collusion in business, politics, and industry.
The Justice System experience is an indicator of the health of a society, and integrity of a country.
James K. Knight, was my attorney 1996, but in 1998, his partner George C. Childs moved in and took control of the case. Mr. Childs wasn't concerned I'd been ordered out of my house based on lies to Cobb County police, although he surely knew false information to a police officer is a felony. Two months later my son disappeared and was dead in another state, and Childs was on vacation while I was being jailed, harassed, and falsely accused. Arrangements for a mental incarceration had been arranged, and I had no attorney to call. All false "criminal" charges were later dropped, or disappeared, and have since been expunged. And as soon as my son was buried, George Childs dropped the case.
Three months was good for a few thousand dollars in Child's pocket. And in three months time I had bond costs for false charges totaling more than $4,000 and a "court ordered" state hospital bill of $8,000, all because a married railroad executive had a mistress and wanted it all. Having never been in handcuffs in my life, to say the 39 day period of arrests, and a child's death were nerve rattling would be an understatement. But this is apparently how legal cases are won in Georgia courts, which should awaken every father from his sleep before he agrees to walk his little girl down the aisle.
"I'm so sorry you were married to the mafia," said one observer.
He would later marry his mistress. During the 15 months I was living in motels and in the streets with my six show dogs, awaiting the settlement, the two would live together, form a business and abandon our teenaged daughter to live alone in our home. I was ordered by the courts to stay away from her, so could not even attend her high school graduation. She was afraid to be alone, and moved in with her boyfriend's family. But her father was careful and the loving couple made sure to protect themselves, and my daughter was not abandoned until after her 18th birthday.
Courts are inhumane and dangerous, designed to destroy lives and provoke rage, and enrich attorneys. Georgia's House Speaker Glenn Richardson obviously knew it when he had his divorce settled within two months, and the records sealed. Most Georgians don't have those advantages, and Richardson is lucky his children are safe and well-protected. Childs cited "harassing phone calls" as the reason he dropped my case. There isn't a Georgian who wouldn't be angry with an attorney who refused to question the opponents criminal behavior in giving police false information against his client. Furthermore, Childs was on vacation during a series of well planned false arrests and incarcerations, designed to cause emotional duress. And Childs had joined in with my husband, in citing "harassing phone calls" as a reason to get out ––after all the damage was done. It was obvious whose side he'd taken, and why he'd dropped the case. He'd done his job.
Later in reading an incident where an elderly Macon man had taken a gun over to his attorney's office and solved his problem with a bullet, I could understand why he'd done it. Before this I hadn't understood how skillfully attorneys can provoke their clients, nor how brutally they can destroy them.
The second attorney said, "You weren't even harassing anybody. I heard the tape recordings."
But later he took the other side, and cited harassment, as well. I figured at that point the money passed under the table or there was intimidation by some "men in black." Even when he'd said the day of the trial,
"It's over, I'll be in touch this week,"
it didn't happen. It was four more months before Judge Adele Grubbs would sign the papers. They were colluding in playing a game of mental cruelty for money, and I was living in the streets and at the mercy of strangers.
Later in Kentucky, another lawyer, Gatewood Galbraith said,
"You don't have any lawsuits. There's too much money against you." More than once the words,"You won't win in court, because the money against you is too powerful," was advice from those who knew the "system." Even Brian Blanchard, an FBI agent at Louisville insinuated my problems were the railroad in saying, "The railroad has attorneys you can't beat."
So who was paying off whom, and how much money was going under tables?
Magistrate Judge Laurens Lee of Peach County said,
"If you'll just sign your divorce papers all of your problems will go away."
He said this just before applying the handcuffs, and jailing prompted by a landlord Nell Stumpff's false felony charges that later mysteriously disappeared. All the while Nell's son was running freely distributing drugs and like Jimmy Jones, Peach County detective said,
"Oh you lived in that apartment where her son was out back cooking dope?"
I've always wondered if Steve Stumpff and his band of drug dealers weren't responsible for the disappearance of my son, and whether his mother and retired Lt. Colonel father, George weren't involved.
But Georgia was how I'd later find Kentucky. The only folks with rights and protections were the criminals, and in my case, the police were working for them.
The "vacation trend" was set for my attorneys. Later when the divorce dragged out, and Kenneth Schatten would take a trip out to San Diego while I was again, arrested in Kentucky, he said,
"We were at a cocktail party last night laughing and joking about you and your case."
Not so long before that Spring 1999, in the presence of Private Detective Billy Carter, he'd said,
"We believe your husband murdered your son."
He'd changed his direction.
So American justice is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get, like it or not. Old WWII movies of Nazi parties up front and gas chambers below are comparable. Except instead of the gas chambers, lawyers and courts put a person on the street, gain control of his belongings and wealth, and send in the street gangs to finish him off. Imagine the finest social hour for attorneys in Cobb County, Georgia, of hors d'oeurvres, and fine wine, with humorous discussions of your dead kid, dead animals, and hilariously desperate living arrangements. The only thing missing is the gas chamber. This legal social club appeared be a sick, ridiculing cult that moved far away from humanity and integrity, and forgot the word "justice" altogether.
The important thing is to forget the things society has conditioned Americans to believe. Attorney/client privilege is something seen in the movies, comparable to the fantasy show "forensics files" science solving every crime. And, an attorney is not an officer of the court, but exists to make money, and lots of it. Note in this police report, George Childs spoke for me saying things I wouldn't have said. It's good to note the mood and message he was sending.
Both of my sons had been victimized by a parolee named Frederick Grant who'd said he was a mafia associate. I had beckoned their father to please report Mr. Grant to police and he declined saying,
"I took care of Fred, myself."
And I've never known what he meant by that. Later my living son said he'd heard Fred was dead. I had never and would never have said my son was suicidal, but it's what Mr. Childs told police. Childs insinuated instability to the police, and I wondered why Mr. Childs did not direct police to speak directly with me instead. I never said my son had a nervous breakdown, because if I had said it, it would have been untrue. Mr. Childs was correct that I was suspicious of my son's disappearance, because the boy's father was acting irrationally, and I was being falsely arrested and the landlord was apparently involved in all of it.
I did suspect my Long Island/New England native father-in-law may have committed suicide. He'd called my husband several months before his grandson died, and pre-announced his death with the words, "Gerry I don't want to live anymore. Take care of your mother." A week later he was dead, with no body to view at the Matthews, NC Catholic funeral. And the urn of ashes was never buried in Long Island in the spring, as planned. I've always figured he left the country or went into hiding. It was just too coincidental.
Besides, my husband had met with another dog breeder at his office for no apparent reason. I felt he'd been scheming plans with these people, as he could not tolerate dogs, dog shows and hated everything about them saying,
"I went to that dog show (Tampa, '97) and saw the ugliest people I have ever seen in my life."
In an Alabama police report, he says he reported his son's disappearance to Cobb County police the night he disappeared. According to our daughter, her father told her to get in the car and simply drive south that same night. They were on I-75 toward Florida and drove nearly all night, while all he could say was "I have to be at work on time in the morning." If, as the report says, he knew his son was calling from Newnan, Georgia, then why didn't they drive on I-85 to Newnan, Georgia? In all of his travels he knew Newnan, Georgia was located on Interstate 85. So why go I-75 all the way to Florida? To pretend he was concerned for our daughter, creating an alibi? To avoid any other phone calls? Why didn't he trace the call? He was the Assistant Vice President of Communications, so surely he had the knowledge to trace a calling location before he left the house.
Next day he is said to have driven to Newnan and found the abandoned car along I-85. Why did it sit there for nearly four days with slashed tires if he had reported his son missing to police on the night of December 8? In the midst of our separation, my husband abandoned our daughter in the house in March 1999 and moved in with his mistress, and they started a Georgia business together, "DT Consulting." It wasn't until January 2000 that Judge Adele Grubbs would sign the divorce papers, and months later would the settlement be distributed. So why did they start a business together as two unmarried people living together?
From April, 1997 until October 1998 there was plenty of planning time for all of the lawyers involved in this case. The fact that my husband would not involved police when our sons had been victimized by Frederick Grant shows he had no concern for their safety, and that he "took care of the problem" on his own suggests criminal activity.
We may never know the truth of what really happened in Georgia. What we do know is beware your attorney can and will turn against you.
Later after hiring Kenneth Schatten, and then asked the help of Florida attorney Willie Gary, at the suggestion of Tommy Schlette. Gary turned down my case, but soon Schatten was representing Gary in a paternity suit in Atlanta. The entire thing appeared to be a huge, interconnected frame-job with some outside manipulation, no matter how you looked at it. Had Schlette lead me to Gary knowing Gary was in need of an Atlanta attorney? Were Schatten and Gary set up to lose in court?
Tommy Schlette was the key. How and why he overdosed 5/3/2006 is a mystery, but I refused to call the detective whose name was given by Tommy's landlord to offer any information. Tommy said I should stop stirring up the story, because I was "making it more difficult for detectives." I didn't know whether he was working for police or protecting the railroad mafia I was up against. His story, "Your son is still alive," was believable, because his reference to the autopsy, of three inch scars on each knee. How did Tommy know that one detail? The boy's father had 18 months to make the plans in whatever happened. And Tommy Schlette knew too much, knew the right things to say and was sent by someone quite powerful. What was motivating Tommy Schlette solves much of this mystery. Since then I've found a possible link back to the in-laws in North Carolina, and the Long Island, Massachusetts connected grandfather who so suddenly died after announcing his impending death; and Matthews/Monroe, NC, Jesse Helms country, where I did the political cartooning. Maybe it's a connection, and maybe not. If my son's dead, he was murdered, and it's all just another All-American cover-up.
I've followed the story of "The Facility Group" since its Cobb County executives were involved in politics and the Cobb County jail where I'd been incarcerated. Tracing that company back to the name, Carlson, I've wondered if the NC firm, "Carlson Products" was connected. A salesman had called upon me mysteriously and asked for some art work during the cartooning era in Monroe, NC. I don't know who referred him to my office. Luckily, I kept some of that information, as well. The Facility Group connects with an engineering firm in Waxhaw, NC, another Union County town. Maybe the in-law's "mob" was keeping a watchful eye out, even then. Had I been Speaker of the Georgia House, like Glenn Richardson, my son might be alive, and I might not have been stalked and sabotaged for the past ten years. I would have had a divorce in less than two months and had the details sealed to protect the children. As it was Mr. Richardson's law firm was in on the torture, and after I'd turned down the "buyer for your show dogs" in Kentucky, everyone came in for the kill - even Richardson's Paulding County law firm - with more false accusations. That his friends died in a plane crash is not surprising in Paulding County. The crash is suspicious in itself, and so was the wrongful confiscation of valuable show dogs and the list of U.S. customs agents at the shelter. So here's what happened next after running to Kentucky to escape Georgia lawyers, false arrests and stacked courts:
The first puppy litter was poisoned in Warner Robins, Georgia at 622 Miller Drive. Only one died, and the veterinarian asked if they'd been eating any venison. (No.) Later in Kentucky the deaths continued, some from apparent Antifreeze poisoning, and others by "vicious dog attacks" in the night. One was found on the side of the road with no bruises, no blood, no apparent injuries. It's been a terrorizing and bloody ten years, and "Homeland Security" was nowhere to be found.
I was afraid to type this story, and lived in fear while living there. I figured what was left of my family and animals would be brutally murdered if I told my story in full. They had me right where they wanted in Kentucky, and all I could to was make myself known and seen, so that if anything happened, there would at least be questions.
It was in temporarily leaving Kentucky early last year I was able to begin to document more explosive details on the blogsite. Had I stayed there, amidst the threat of terror, death and destruction, I would not have made this story fully public. As it is, in my home state of Virginia I am well-protected, and feel an obligation to expose these tactics. I have faith in the Good People of this country that when awakened, they will not tolerate corruption in courts or in any American institution. We cannot let these same situations visit and torture our grandchildren, and hopefully the information recorded here will help avert future horrors planned for unsuspecting, targeted victims.
Back in Cobb County to collect my belongings my ex-husband met at the house. He set up a ladder at the front door with painters, to create difficulty and added time payments for the movers. He pulled back some belongings to a back room attempting to hide them, and when I offered to show him the court paper, he grabbed the phone and called Cobb County police. When they refused to heed his call, he seemed surprised. After all, he was a railroad executive, and railroad police fix tickets with local police, and there are all manner of favors. So, then he phoned Acworth police. He knew the tricks, of stomping puter before packaging it in boxes, of tossing in old papers and books of his own to weight the movers fee. This corporate man skillfully played them all.
There was no remorse or grief for the loss of our son, just a hatred and aggressive attitude. He particularly enjoyed engaging police in effort to cause as much negativity as he possibly could cause, with concocted stories. It proved how well the man cared for his children, that he would go to uncommon extremes to destroy their mother. But because he was an executive with Norfolk Southern railroad, the police would believe his stories over mine. He was evil beyond anything imaginable in all of the 23 years I was his house slave.
"Do you want me back, now?"
He had a snide grin on his face, knowing he was living with another woman, enjoying every minute of inflicting as much suffering as possible. I never wanted to see his sick, evil face again as long as I lived.
That day, I knew Mr. Schatten could possibly be right. If my husband could continue this cruelty, he had the capacity to murder our son. My son had told me his father had a mistress, and knew his father had lied to police to have me removed from the home. He was a living witness that could lose the divorce case, and even have his father imprisoned. And if my husband "took care of Fred," as he had boasted, and Fred was actually dead, he had the connections to do it. Apparently attorneys know exactly how to manipulate the system to destroy opponents and ruin lives, and my husband's attorney, Michael Broadbear, was one of the best.
This is the man the railroad used to negotiate with labor unions. He prided himself in his ability to play the waiting game.
"Sometimes we sit in the room for eight hours and not one person in the room says a word."
In speaking with my brother in trying to understand the underlying evil, he said, "You know there's something about the railroad. They just have to win, and they train everybody that winning is everything." I didn't want to blame the railroad, but since two of their executives were staged to testify against me, then I knew the railroad had somehow provided the power and connections he'd used that would inevitably end my existence. There was no other life outside it and the railroad was his world.
When lawyers turn against you, expect plenty of blood. They gang up and go for the throat. In divorcing an executive you're divorcing his corporation, his co-workers, his vendors, his satellite businesses that could be far-reaching and cross state lines. They have a camaraderie, and an interest in your settlement, and none of them wants a negative outcome for the "company man." Corporations are powerful organizations, politically connected, and dominate the business world. With a few words spread here and there, your life is finished, and it will be rigged so you'll never prove it.
You might find your daughter called to the front of the class, asked if her mother is beating her because of birthmarks on her legs, falsely accused by the public school system, as it rustles through records to audit construction costs provided by a friendly corporation. You will be in Facility Group's (Bill Hutson's) Cobb County rigged jail and bondsmen won't answer the phone. You'll find yourself in Peach County jail with a Magistrate Judge saying, "If you just sign your divorce papers, your problems will go away." The watchful octopus had traps set everywhere.
Described by Childs as the railroad's accident attorney, Mike Broadbear knew the game well. These people are apparently available for executives and surely have a powerful team of planners.
In reading of Speaker Richardson's speedy divorce, wikipedia says, in Georgia, "a judge may grant an immediate divorce after finding circumstances such as spousal abuse, incurable mental illness or adultery."
The reason I wasn't "ruled incurably insane" when incarcerated against my will, is because I refused their medications even when threatened with injection. I made plenty of phone calls, more than one to the Mental Health Advocacy office. Otherwise, I'd be there today, walking around the halls drooling with facial ticks, haldol overdosed, and living my life out in institutional man-made hell. So there's the little trick to the "mental illness" tool available for those who know the game. Another drugged inpatient said giving orderlies oral sex had been one of her "inside" requirements, after her husband had her "put away" 14 years ago. Death would have been more humane. And surely the "husband" got that quickie Georgia divorce, his mistress, and all of the money, just like mine planned to do.
These people are tagged professionals, or businessmen, politicians or executives, or attorneys. Somewhere in justice, winning and financial reward preceded integrity and fairness, and the country, its families and children were destroyed.
Blacklisting in the USA is an organized criminal endeavor where a target is watched and stalked by interconnected gangs connected to powerful people. There will be great suffering created by the stalkers, but one of the most unfortunate symptoms is the target will distrust other Americans. Doctors would categorize the distrust as paranoia, while the fear is not imagined but very real. Life is spent alone, keeping a casual distance from local people, potential information gatherers.
For a blacklisted American, foreign born or newly visiting residents are safe, genuine, and interesting friends with less possibility of connections with established, local stalking gangs and their affluent handlers. In meeting Willie from South Africa, his stories regarding his country lead to a better understanding of problems in his native land. He was very interested in Native Americans, and so I drove him to a powwow near Louisville. At one point, we stopped and he searched for something to take home that was American-made. He was distressed with the inability to find products produced by Americans. And he was shocked in seeing Native Americans having so many differing skin and hair colors, as he had expected tan skin and long black hair, like he'd seen in the movies.
He had overstayed his visa, but had employment with a fellow South African, a wealthy horseman married into an affluent Missouri/Kentucky horse family. Mr. Visser was successful with his saddlebred horses, and Mr. Orr was buying and selling farms. Willie was amazed at the prices paid for the horses, while I was amazed to compare horse prices and consider the extreme poverty and desperation of so many Kentucky inhabitants.
We shared stories, and it was Willie who said he believed the death of my father and uncles sounded suspicious, and being formerly associated with the military, he suspected my Dad's heart attack might have been a homicide. He greatly admired Nelson Mandela, and loved the Bushmen of South Africa, where Willie had been a safari guide. But the new president was Communist, and the farms had been sabotaged and life there had become an ongoing horror story. I explained to Willie many of the same sabotage tactics are present in this country, particularly where areas of crime and drugs are more prevalent. Drugs are destroying lives, and houses are burned and animals slaughtered, and while families have been devastated by the illegal drug trade.
"The communists in this country are the drug lords and organized criminals."
His response, "If that's true, then I hate them, too."
Returning from the powwow, Willie mentioned he would like to see a rodeo. We noticed a truck following closely and in arriving at Willie's quarters in the barn, his boss appeared. Willie jumped out of the truck and very strong words in Africaans mixed with some American obscenities could be heard even with the windows closed. Returning to the truck, Willie said, "Neil called you a 'bitch.'" I wondered why or how his South African boss would know my name, or have any information regarding my life or personality. He had no reason to hate me or to advise Willie to stay away from "that bitch."
This is blacklisting. Words of destruction are whispered among those affluent ones capable of pulling every adverse string against a person. They're hate-crimes so skillfully concealed, they continue in secret.
The wealthy South African had been advised by local associates that I was "bad." They apparently had information I was marked. My capacity to expose powerful people was involved, the political cartooning, and all of the other things I'd fought had angered some powerful people in Georgia and Kentucky. Plus that I could expose the murder of my own son and some other criminals, probably useful to their cause.
When a person is blacklisted there is a klan of powerful people who convey messages among their groups and organizations that this person is an outcast, should be shunned and inevitably destroyed. Police will harass the person, gangs will stalk and sabotage and every aspect of that person's life will be destroyed. They operate like the KKK in secret whispering with colluding politicians and attorneys with such skill the collusion could never be proven. Forget lawsuits. They're worthless.
That a complete stranger from another country, who was extremely wealthy and tied in with the horse community would refer to me as a "bitch," was shocking. I didn't know any horse people, and hadn't offended any of them. I had done nothing to be hated or judged by anybody in the state of Kentucky, other than endure harassment by police and try to survive their stalkers. But in Georgia my child had been set up to be murdered and I figured it connected to Kentucky. Surely arrangements and all of the Georgia arrests, had been made by intelligence connected Atlanta attorney, Republican Michael Broadbear when it all started in 1998.
A friend in Germany says the same is happening there and throughout Europe, particularly with her blacklisted Jewish family, which is frightening. Rumors of detention "FEMA" camps are floating around the USA now, just like the rumors were prevalent in Nazi Germany, while the country's citizens remained in denial.
Soon Willie was without a job and on the streets, at the mercy of anyone who would risk being targeted, to help. He wanted to go home, and had no way, no support and no money. Feeling responsible, I offered to buy his zebra skin and help finance his escape, hoping he could get out of this country safely. Willie was a good friend and he was a genuine person. It was good to know his love for his country, his admiration of Nelson Mandela, and the suffering and remorse he had endured in being required to fight in the wars. I felt responsible for the loss of his job knowing I, "the bitch" was the cause, so sorry that this country is filled with such evil and hatred. I was glad Willie found America as it truly is, and not as the Equality based, humane country it portrays itself as being.
Blacklisters set a targeted person alone and surround him/her with their sharks and spies. In this circumstance, Willie had a constant spy-visitor "friend" named Montgomery, who kept tabs on his every move. Surely this man was the information link back to Willie's boss. That's how stalking works.
Two years earlier the Patriot Act had been enacted and it was dangerous for the many illegals in this country working in any industry at all. Willie was never able to see the rodeo and I've hoped he found a safe journey and happiness in his own troubled country.
"Old George Bush cared about us," he'd said, referring to South Africans.
Problem is, Bush doesn't care about some of us Americans.
Willie returned home to his own country, knowing that for his call to duty and loyalty to his country in earlier wars he was a marked man, and would be hunted there. I remained in my own country targeted and marked as well, for reasons I could never clearly define.
And my German friend explained her understanding of the situation, "Your CIA has infiltrated other countries so this blacklisting is happening in many countries besides the United States. There is not a place here that isn't under surveillance."
Is our CIA running rendition flights with cocaine carrying aircraft? Are we as evil as other countries perceive? Is our military wrongfully deployed, and are our leaders blood-thirsty madmen? Are Americans funding the unnecessary and cruel and inhumane torture of other people? Exactly what was Jack Abramoff doing in South Africa? The mainstream news tells us so little about the CIA and things taxpayers should know.
It is obvious the United States has trouble within its own boundaries, in its courts and communities, with organized crime, corruption and drugs. How can it afford to cause so much trouble elsewhere?
Tommy Schlette had contacted me from Stuart, Florida while working for Pinkerton Government Security Services at a Vought Aircraft Facility, 2003.
"Your son is still alive," he said.
Tommy had information prompting me to look closer at the autopsy report, which is something very difficult for a Mother to do. He was right. My son hadn't had well-healed, 3-inch scars above his knees, and in fact, he'd never had knee surgery or injury to his legs at all. The body autopsied had obvious scarring, well-healed, and the scars were located above each knee.
It was a couple months after his 2006 death in May, the Comair plane crashed in Lexington, Kentucky, August 27. Forty-nine people perished. Among those were four employees of GALLS, a company that makes police security equipment. Two others were involved with roller skating rinks and enroute to Las Vegas. A few were Florida bound and three were looking forward to an Alaskan cruise, one Carol Bizzack, wife of John, director of Kentucky's Criminal Justice Training also mentioned in "The Bluegrass Conspiracy." Many were prominent. Several had interests in the race horse industry, and others were involved with medicine and the problems of addiction.
For more than one, Sunday flights were not routine.
One victim lived at Harrodsburg in the Lake Herrington area, and one Galls employee was originally from Harrodsburg, Ky. Timothy Snoddy, a forensics accountant who perished in the crash, had a partner, Daniel Fulks, with an address near Lake Herrington, very near the other victim, an Intergraph employee.
It was interesting that Snoddy was enroute to his Stuart, Florida office.
Mr. Snoddy also had offices in Asheville, NC and Ashland, Kentucky. A Boardwalk Restaurant waitress in Lexington drove from Ashland to work, which was a good distance. More interesting, Snoddy's Florida partner, John Moffitt, was located in Palm City, same town as Schlette's mailing address.
Because Tommy's life began to fall apart just before his death, and he'd suffered sabotage and harassment at the Rickard residence as I had been enduring. I figured maybe the same drug gangs were involved in his destruction as mine. When I began to cartoon about corruption and drugs and tried to help in solving an N.C. murder, the Georgia and then Kentucky harassment and sabotage began. I began to be arrested, harassed, accused, and even lost a son. Having taken the story to Detective Jude of Kentucky's Criminal Justice Training center in 2001, there was little relief provided by Kentucky police. In fact I'd handed Detective Jude stolen belongings stolen from his headquarters by some of the workers. It wasn't long before Detective Jude retired, and my problems continued.
Shockingly, like in so many south and central American countries, in some areas of the USA, it appears "justice" works against good folks, protecting criminals and the valuable drug trade. Nobody wants to believe it's so. But at least the downing of the CIA plane with loaded with 4.4 tons of cocaine is opening windows.
It isn't surprising Tommy passed away while under personal attack. He'd said he'd even been beaten with baseball bats. But just before he died, he mentioned Mark Foley, saying they golfed together, said he'd been in some trouble with fireworks, and said he'd owned a candle company. It wasn't long after Tommy's death before Congressman Foley's destruction was splattered across the TV, and the Florida bound plane crashed carrying Tim Snoddy, and even the wife of Kentucky's Criminal Justice Training Department. Strange, Tommy'd never mentioned golf at all until then.
Charles Lykins, one of the Comair crash victims who was a Naples golfer. He'd been to Winchester, Kentucky to visit family. Golf seems to enter into these tragedies in larger ways than anyone could imagine.
"Creative Candle Magic" was Tommy's 1990-91 Florida company, with agent Leigh A. Williams, and partner Jeffrey Custer. Tommy's landlord, Deb Rickard, offered the name of a detective. But according to her, a next-door-neighbor who'd been building a new house there, and last to see him alive, was also the one who found him dead in the woods.
Lake Herrington in Kentucky has long been rumored a haven for drug runners and cocaine. Locals speak of planes landing on the lake and police road blocks that protect the cargo. UPS has been rumored more than once to be moving the cargo, even delivering seeds for cannabis. House boats are homes there, and non-traceable addresses for those who wish to evade land tax. Bill Casey and Larry Hagerman had friends there, complaining they'd "been in some trouble with cocaine" in the past. It's very near "The Triad," site of the 1980's terrorist training camp which involved Adnan Khashoggi, and the foreign arms dealer and corrupt former Lexington police officers. (The Bluegrass Conspiracy, by Sally Denton) It wouldn't be long before more planes would fall from the sky, including one helicopter carrying a man named Stumpff, and then the Mt. Airy, NC crash carrying Paulding County, Georgia Republican developers and businessmen. I had a personal interest in that one too, as a few of them formed the bank my deceased son had an account with, and Paulding County wrongfully confiscated my animals and falsely accused me of abuse. Somebody there wanted my property, and they wanted it pretty bad. I'd declined a "buyer for your show dogs" offer made by Kentucky's James Lay. What I've learned, this crowd takes what it wants, and there's nothing you can do about it, legally or illegally. And they're a well-connected intra-state. Dixie Mafia? Possibly–– doing favors for corporations or other mafias.
They will wipe you out, wipe your slate clean, and smile during the process. And police look the other way hoping they aren't next.
I'd bought the Paulding, Georgia land from a man named Ridings, later to find the NY Life insurance agent in Richmond, Kentucky was also named "Ridings." Even with that, falsification of records occurred, in misleading a change of beneficiaries which was never recorded at the main office. When the "Big Boys" decide to destroy a person they go in long-term planning mode and they go literally for blood, with plans to take what they can get, your animals, your children, your money, your property and inevitably they'll end your life one way or another. They cross their T's and dot all I's. It appears as though little "mistakes," were made, when the tricks have been used thousands of times before on innocent people.
American systems and institutions were written to be used to best advantage to enrich some and destroy others. Trained experts work out the details.
If Homeland Security was randomly inspecting private planes and yachts with concern for the public, there would be more reason to suspect the ultimate and most threatening villain as being "Bin Laden." The truth is drugs and organized crime has savaged this country since before Viet Nam. And while with precision our military can physically site and target a man from two miles away, this government cannot get criminals off its streets, out of government and away from industry. More than likely, Comair wasn't an accident and neither was the Mount Airy crash.
The generational problem is when and whether Americans will be given the truth.
In Georgia a spouse can be ruled incurably insane with legal arrangements which grants an instant divorce for the opposing spouse, to allow marriage to a mistress. In the midst of legal arrangements for my incarcerations, intimidations, and false arrests, my son allegedly died in Alabama. Any information regarding the death of my child, Gerard J. Sniffen, III is welcomed. The justice system should never be used in a criminal manner for the financial benefit of another.
About Me
Michelle Looney
formerly Michelle Sniffen (Mrs. Gerard J. Sniffen, Jr.) seeking any and all information regarding the alleged suicide of my son, Gerard J. Sniffen, III, Baldwin County, Alabama, 1998.
email: fm_looney@ yahoo.com
attempted robbery of an 80-year-old woman at her home. When she explained she didn't have any money, they proceeded to push her to the floor and continuously kick her in the head until her head swelled, black and blue with massive brain damage. She survived, but the resulting vegetative state destined her for a nursing home for the rest of her life.
game in Georgia. Had I not known about the N.C. assistant district attorney they'd destroyed, about a senator's wife in Florida 1973 who suffered the same, and a Michigan friend's brother who was framed in prison on concocted stories and arrangements, I'd have been more startled. Because of these people, my life all those years following the arrests were in unraveling the network and exposing the good ole' boys who bring these things about. May the Good Ole' Boys enjoy the eternal inferno they're destined for. Surely there will be a cocktail party where they can discuss their clients assets with the Devil, himself.
