for real, douche nozzle, i was rubbing elbows with the spooks tracking the JDL and the hempsters the hempsters back then. We could hear them breathing on the line and would call each other at weird hours just to razz them. Had your mother even made the poor life choice of carrying you to term by then? I have friends who were fucked over by Red Squads in the mid 60's and know somebody involved in the U W bombing who swears the FBI set the whole thing up. There was an FBI informant who discharged a weapon at Kent State that apparently precipitated the fusillade from the guard on the students. APD infiltrated Occupy Austin and suckered the Occuqueers into doing something at the port they could charge them with felonies for. Cop Watch caught Anaheim undercovers agitating the riot squad when that got weird over some police shootings a few years ago.
In the months before I was shot, I was having breakfast on Venice Beach with the "John Club" and kingpin of the Mexican Mud trade for the CIA drug mafia, a really vile German/Mexican named Rudolph Axeford dba Dolphin Productions in the marina. One morning, two Russians in wetsuits walked up out of the bay, took off their wet suits, chatted us up for a little while and disappeared into the crowd. Rudy later had my amateur manager, John Barry, his buddy and most likely Jesse Ed Davis hot shotted. This all happened at the height of Contragate and I was told that the order to shoot to hurt came directly from Poppy Bush by one of the 420 brotherhood guys who was almost run over by a speeding car on ocean front walk. . An attorney who sent his investigator out, called me and told me i was rattling the wrong cages and he didn't want any bombs in his office window, so he moved from Tarzan to J'ville , Florida. When I asked the Pacific division commander why there hadn't been any arrests when the whole neighborhood knew who shot me and why, his response was "i'm sorry one of my men didn't shoot you or you wouldn't on the phone bugging me now".
The spooks were always all over my table at Rapa River in the 90's , looking for wholesale dope and stone deals happening. They were trading weapons for dope all over the place and then they'd turn the dope into gemstones and the gemstones into cash. Larry Flynt got shot for publishing the Gemstone Files. Go do your super duper deep scrape on "Gilbert Colin/Colin Gilbert + LAPD + ICBP" and tell me what you find . For laughs, tell me what you can find in the LAPD records about Dave Kalish and Craig White. What would be way cool is if you could locate Dennis Wilson's friend Eddie Roach and his wife Trish and maybe see if Marlin Adkins, Tracy Gordy and Harleigh Byrd (of the VA birds) are still alive.
I pissed Gilber toff big time enough to get him to threaten me , sassing him when he was jogging and then embarrassed the shit out of him when i returned his wallet and keys from the guy who stole his bike while he and the beach detail were jacking up a bunch of gang bangers in front of the Pavilion . I never did find out what order the names were in on his birth certificate, but found records on both names connecting him to customs.
the standard is to stand close and speak in subtones. What is the range of a typical one of those?
