LBS - continued

Posted by dt on Tuesday, 20 May 1997, at 5:36 p.m.

Readers (if any):

LBS = long boring story from now on.

Winston are you keeping track of the players? Your questions have knocked me
off track but that's o.k. I am not a very good story teller but I'll try to
keep on course. I will interject dt development that will relate to the
underlying SUBJECT along with the story which will hopefully help you get
some answers or you can pretend to be Ceasar holding your thumb out ready to
determine dt's destiny.

NOTE- For Winston, space turtel, Harry-types...I understand your standing
from afar and winking at each other, as my story will be hard to take. It
will, as I've said before, sometimes deal with the living. I don't want to
hurt anyone so what I say will be understood as my conjecture.

However, much of what I say is from the public record, i.e., verifiable, but
don't take too much time now to do this ***trust me*** (ha, ha, hah...I had
to throw that in...) after my story you can call me what you wish and think
what you want about me.....but you asked for it....

Feel free to ask me questions as I may learn and even re-think my story- the
conjecture part that is......

Well, let's see where was I....

Yes, I am still a Belvoir. Alleycat wonders about the green berets incident.
It's not what you are thinking (I didn't hurt your son as he wasn't old
enough?). As I received my training, discipline was enforced upon me and
some others by green berets. I don't know why; it probably had something to
do with their training?

At dinner time, we trainees had to stand about 5 feet apart in a line, of
course. The GB's kept track of us. When one of us entered the mess hall, we
were told to move up but had to keep the distance apart. Again, don't ask me
why? Well, I was hungry and I did the ultimate of no, no's; I got closer
than the regulated distance and gave lip serve to the GB correcting my
violation. A group of them proceeded to get on my case, and later, they
roughed me up. I wanted revenge, but I was not a combative...you know
hand-to-hand person....the GB's would have murdered me.

So, it was my training partner, knowing my background, suggested I do
something that related to my human parasitology course. I came up with a
natural poison (no details, but I will say that human feces was a nutrient
medium). I went to there barracks (their routine was so predictable) and
proceeded to contaminate their water sources, tooth brushes, etc.

I did not know my instructors knew what I was doing or for that matter, even
cared. But, they did. They thought it was beautiful. They also tried to hang
a smallpox outbreak there in 1968 but I swear that I had nothing to do with
it (ha, ha, hah, ho, ho, hoo).-) I did not know that my training encouraged
such behavior. It did.

Also, the stuff about dt telling his life's story turned out to be not much
fun. What my listeners were keying into were things that most embarrassed or
frightened me. By the fourth week, I could not sit still. I had to place my
hands on the desk, if I mentally wondered, my instructor would hit the back
of my knuckles with a wooden ruler, like you hear the nuns doing in catholic
school (I don't know this for a fact but was told this).

I was told by understanding my most inner fears, frailties, etc. I could use
this to my advantage should I ever get "caught"; I said caught doing what;
"later" was always the answer given me. It is good if you are ever
interrogated with drugs. The idea, I was told, was that knowing the
aforementioned intimacies (they were a surprise to me by the way) I was to
concentrate on them as soon as I knew I was to be questioned; these thoughts
would control my mind when the drugs kick in...

The above was theory was test when I was in Vietnam....no, not by the
"enemy"...but by a bona fide US Army airborne company. They thought I was
CID spying on their black market activities which I could have cared less. My
use of vocabulary and speech generated the mistrust. At a unit party, I was
given a drink which knocked me out and was later questioned under phenobarb.
It worked; they just thought I was a spaced out (no pun intended) California
hippy or whatever....lucky for me.......

O.K. Winston was very astute...the MJ-12 group needed a leader(s). I may
have given you one- Glenn (I will only use first name after we all know whom
I referring to). Where did he come from?

MJ-12 members pick other members, generally only after historically proving
themselves. We know that Glenn and dt came from Cal. There's a building on
the Berkeley campus named after Glenn's mentor from afar. The building name
is McCone, named after John A. McCone.....oh, what is studied in this
building? It's the University's earth science building.

You John graduated from Cal in engineering. No, he wasn't into nuclear
science per se or even area sciences like the guys from MIT. He was into
steel. 1937, he started own engineering firm which later merged with Bechtel
Corporation.

During WW II, he fathered mass assembly production, mainly military
ocean-going ships. He did such a good job, after the war, his career just
sky-rocketed (again no pun intended). Truman, his political pal, did
something weird in 1947; he appointed John to the "Air Policy Commission?"
Yeah, I thought he was into ships in the ocean not sky. Then, in 1948, get
this, another pal of his, James Forrestal, appointed him one of his acting
deputy of Defense. Wow, do you get the feeling this guy is well connected or
what. But this was only the beginning.

In 1950, this sea fairing man was made an Under Secretary of the Air Force.
Well, it was said we needed to mass produce jets for war. Then, in 1958,
another war pal appointed him Chairman of the Atomic Energy Commission. The
problem was producing light but strong metals; John's forte (I bet he was
glad that his degree came in handy for something job related). Weapon
research was not John's primary interest but instead all of a sudden, it was
space flight? John found a metal just right for space travel, based upon
looking at the properties of some "alien" technology. The problem was that
the U.S. didn't have enough of it....for research and building, etc.

Time goes by. MJ-12 needs a nuclear scientist, no offense to John, but Glenn
was a Ph.D. So in 1961, John recommend Glenn for the job to head the AEC.
Kennedy likes Glenn, Glenn liked John, and John liked Kennedy. What a party
they had when they told Kennedy about what we had hidden away. Kennedy was
told some extraordinary story which mandated space travel development.
Kennedy jumped on the band wagon but he positioned himself on the edge of
the wagon- this made M-12 nervous.

Don't feel bad for John. Also in 1961,Kennedy appointed John director
of..yes...none other than....the C.I.A. Readers you'll have to study who was
encouraging Kennedy about the "communistic" threat in a small southeast
Asian country called Vietnam. In government circles, it is widely accepted
that it was John who played the key role in opening up the Vietnam war under
Kennedy. Let's see was John interested in saving us from the communistic
threat? Maybe he was. Or, did he just happen to know this little country had
one of the world's biggest known deposits of tungsten. The stuff that dt was
directed to protect at all costs?

dt