M. Abernathy
Schlund Affidavit -- Part 3
Mon May 5 14:13:16 2003
216.19.126.132

The CIA, DEA and others now knew we had the documents. I was at Richard
Remender's house, and we were talking about the papers; and Richard asked me
what it would take to get me to change sides and join the CIA. I asked what he
meant. He then asked me if I would change sides for a million dollars. I then
replied, "You mean in cash", and he replied that it would be paid to me in a
contract as an Electrical Contractor. I then replied that, "No, I wouldn't
change sides." Richard then offered me two million dollars and then three
million dollars. I then said that three million dollars is a lot of money and I
asked him what did they want me to do for this money. He then told me that they
wanted me to become a DEA agent. I asked Richard what they wanted me to do as a
DEA agent. He told me they wanted me to help in the running of the drugs to the
inner cities of the United States, and my job would also require me to set up
and frame the witnesses and help in the assassinations of witnesses and
political dissidents. I then told him I wanted to think about it. He replied
that I did not have any choice and that I had to give him my answer then.

I asked what would happen if I decided to fight them and refused to join. He told
me that they are the law, and that they are above the laws, and that there is no
way I can fight them. I then told Richard that I do not even have a high school
diploma and that I can't become a DEA agent. Richard told me they would furnish
all of the necessary documentation and that I would be rapidly promoted in the
DEA and take a position of power. I told Richard that I did not want to bust
people and destroy people's lives as a DEA agent. He then again told me that I
did not have any choice and that in exchange for my loyalty, I would be rewarded
in any way I desired, including sex with girls, boys or whoever I wanted, and
that I would have the power to use the newly designed monitoring and torture
device to torture to death whomever I wanted. I replied that I did not want to
torture anyone to death. Richard then replied that the price was for my soul;
and I replied that my soul wasn't for sale for any price. I left Richard's house
and went home and told Kathy what had happened.

I can no longer feel most of my hands or fingers from the DEA torturing me to
disable me in order to stop me from typing this letter, and I have to lay down
to recover enough to try to type some more. There is only freedom of speech in
the United States if you're ignorant of the truth or if you're a witness against
their enemies, than you can say what you wish. For people like me there is only
pain and torture to punish me for my expression of freedom of speech.

A day or two later, Richard asked me again if I would join their operations as a
Phoenix Police Officer or in any other position that I would like. Yova and
others had also tried to get me to join the Phoenix Police years before this and
I had also refused then. When I was discharged from the Marine Corps, the FBI
and the California Police at that time tried to get me to join for non-corrupt
reasons; and I had refused them also. Richard told me I could be an actor or a
singer or anyone I wanted to become. I then told Richard that I can't sing or
act and there is no way I could become an actor or a singer. Richard then told
me that I still didn't understand and that they can make me anyone I wish to
become in exchange for my loyalty to them. Again I refused to sell my soul, and
I refused to join their operations. It was at that time incorrect to kill me,
because I knew so many of them and I was or had been friends with some of them.
It was their policy not to kill people in the inner circle, because it made
others wonder if they were next and that disrupted their organization. This
information was in the DEA and CIA files we had.

In the next couple of days, Mike Rapasoda's dad came over with his new
girlfriend. He worked for the Riviera Hotel in Las Vegas. The owner of the
Riviera Hotel was involved in Valley National Bank in Arizona, and this was
where they had been laundering billions of dollars in drug proceeds as cited in
the Don Bolles Papers. His girlfriend is now a super star. She asked me if I
would deliver some classified documents to a Russian agent for them and in
exchange she would pay me. The first offer was eight thousand dollars and when I
refused it was raised to fifteen thousand dollars. I threw both of them out of
my house and called the FBI and told them what had happened. I believe that was
on a Saturday and on Monday when I had returned from work Kathy gave me the card
of a FBI agent that had come to the house. Kathy told me I was not to call the
FBI again unless Mike Rapasoda's dad or his girlfriend contacted me again and
that the FBI said that they were conducting an investigation into the Don Bolles
Papers as well as her offering me money to deliver classified documents to the
Russians.

At that time I did not understand that Kathy was working directly for the DEA
and that her boss was Phillip Jordan. Her sister, Reta, had brought Kathy into
the operation as a child for sex with high-ranking political figures in the
government. About a couple of weeks after that, Evelyn came over to my house and
asked me if I would sell her a lid of pot. I had sold her pot for some time, but
it was usually Mel that came over. I went out back and picked some pot from the
six or so pot plants I was growing in my back yard, and came back in the house
and started to dry the pot in the oven. Evelyn asked me if the FBI had contacted
me and told me that (again I have to stop typing because the DEA is crushing my
brain to disable me to force me to type things inaccurately. It is impossible to
remember the events correctly while I'm being tortured by the DEA. I must stop,
and then the DEA will reduce the torture and I will recover enough to begin
again. If I try to continue the information will be all mixed up and not in the
correct order or time frame.)

Richard had been busted by the FBI and that the FBI was conducting an
investigation into the papers and that Richard had told her that it was a
national security investigation and that we were no longer allowed to talk about
the papers. Evelyn then took me to the front window of my living room and showed
me the car that had been following her. The car was a large car and was dark
colored. She thought it was the FBI, and there were two men dressed in suits in
the front seat of the car. I lived at 15446 North 23rd Lane in Phoenix at that
time. (Kathy had moved out a couple of days or so earlier, for some unknown
reason, and now lived with Ron Brownel who lived at approximately 83rd Avenue
and Indian School Road in Phoenix.) I then told Evelyn that I had not heard
from the FBI and that I had called them just after we lost the Don Bolles papers
and told them about the files. I then believed this was why the FBI had busted
Richard. I then told Evelyn that the DEA had moved into the house behind me and
was monitoring everything. She then said, "What about the pot? Aren't you
afraid of being busted by them?" I replied, "How can they bust me? We had just
read their files on thousands of political assassinations and the files on the
DEA's running of billions of dollars of drugs." She said, "I see what you
mean," and told me she was afraid and didn't know what to do. I told her there
is nothing we can do and that the cat is now out of the bag. That was the last
time I ever saw Evelyn. Years later, she died in a helicopter crash, from what I
heard. From the profile I read in the Don Bolles Papers, I believe this was a
political assassination by the DEA. Let me re-phrase that...I know that it was
a political assassination, but I cannot prove it.

Over the next month, the DEA controlled all of my mail and had my phone
disconnected and repeatedly gassed me at night. The phone was disconnected, even
after I paid the bill; and I could not get the phone company to turn the phone
back on.

They even had the Phoenix Police take my dog and the dog pound would not give
the dog back. They claimed that the dog had bitten someone that morning, but my
neighbor, who had filmed them taking the dog, said he was out in his front yard
the entire morning and that the dog was never out of the back yard, that the
police and the dog catcher had to throw a rope on the dog from the front yard
and drag the dog over the fence. I had the fence nailed shut, and there were no
holes in the fence for the dog to have gotten through. The dog pound would not
tell me who the dog had bitten or give me any information about the event. This,
of course, was because the event never happened. I had to go into the dog pound
and kick the door open and take my dog, with everyone watching. The time frame
may be a little off. I believe this happened just before Kathy left, or just
after she returned from Ron Brownel's. My neighbor even filmed this and given
me a copy of the film of the police and the dog catcher taking my dog, and then
the DEA came in the next night and took my copy of the film and my neighbor's
copy of the film from his house.

The DEA now physically followed me everywhere I went and filmed everything I
did. At that time, the DEA controlled all forms of my communications.
At that time I did not know for certain that Carl Altz had also joined the Dirty
Dozen who was under the direction and control of the DEA. During this same time
frame (1977), Carl Altz had come over to the house with some speed--all packaged
up in pre-weighed sealed plastic. I ask him what was this and he told me he was
just giving it to me. I asked, "Why are you giving this to me?" He then told me
to just give it to people and see if they like it. I then said again, "You're
giving this to me for free?" and he said, "Yes." I then hid these packages of
speed outside in an old car in the back yard. Kathy and I went somewhere that
night; and when we came home, these packages of speed were all over the street
in front of the house. I picked them up and took them into the house. I now
know for sure that this event was all staged for the DEA to take photos of me
with the speed in the house. This was done to make it appear that I was a speed
dealer. This was done to remove me as a witness against the DEA for murder and
drug running.

Not long after these events, I believe within a month, Kathy said that she had
to move to Seattle, Washington with her mother. This was very strange, at the
time, for Kathy to just pack up and leave; and she wanted me to follow as soon
as possible. She was being very loving at the time, and writing me some very
nice love letters after she went to Seattle. I then packed up and left for
Seattle, Washington. I now know this was to get me out of Phoenix while the
cover-up of Don Bolles assassination and the other files we had were being
completed by the DEA and the State of Arizona. After my arrival in Seattle,
Kathy told me, "You understand, its you and me against the world?" And she was
right.

Once I got to Seattle, Kathy was up to her old tricks and again partying with
the Dirty Dozen, who were the DEA's main drug distribution network in the
Western United States. She was again working as a go-go dancer, and the DEA
escorted me everywhere I went. The DEA filmed me everywhere, and I had caught
them doing this many times. I would lead them around and take them to places
that I could draw them in close and see them so I could identify them while they
were following me.

During this time I called Carl Altz, and he was planning to make some speed with
a High Pressure Hydrogen Shaker and he wanted to know if I would lend him some
money so that he could build the apparatus at work. Carl Altz worked in a
machine shop at that time. As these conversations went on with Carl Altz, he
kept trying to make it sound like this was my idea. I even asked him on the
phone why he was trying to make it sound like this was my idea. He then backed
off so he wouldn't scare me away. The DEA cannot have any tapes of me asking
Carl Altz to make speed. I never asked him to make speed. Carl Altz had always
made speed for as long as I knew him. He had also designed the manufacturing
processes for making many other kinds of drugs. In fact, he was the person
that had designed for the DEA the new kind of cocaine known as 'crack' for the
destruction of the Blacks in the inner cities. This kind of cocaine was made
synthetically and designed to target blacks by Carl Altz who was working for the
DEA.

This process was also done in a high-pressure hydrogen shaker. Carl Altz
had worked for the DEA running the Dirty Dozens drug labs for all of these years
now, until I busted the DEA and the Dirty Dozen, starting in 1991 while I was
working with the FBI. I had no idea of how to make speed, and I didn't know
anyone who wanted any. The Dirty Dozen was the organization that made most of
the speed. Carl Altz was the only other person I knew of that also produced
speed. I finally agreed to lend Carl Altz some money so he could finish his
machine. Now, Kathy had decided to return to Phoenix, and so we returned.
The DEA escorted me all of the way back to Phoenix, and even had the Highway
Patrol pull me over for speeding in Riverside, California. I had been stuck in
rush hour traffic for over 45 minutes when I was pulled over, and I hadn't gone
over 25 miles an hour on the freeway during that time. I told the Highway
Patrolman that I would not pay the ticket, and he told me that he didn't care
and not to return to California. I told him I wouldn't. We then finished our
trip and returned to Phoenix, Arizona. Once I was back in Phoenix, Carl Altz
continued his setup of me for the DEA.

On the day we set out to go to Mike Joyce's house so he could try out his new
high pressure hydrogen shaker, I had no idea that he had a case of
Phynel-2-propinal with him. I did know that he was going to make a small amount
of speed, but I did not have any idea that he had any chemicals for directly
manufacturing speed with him. During the week before we went to Mike Joyce's
house, the Dozen had been over at Mike Joyce's, and had asked him if he wanted
some of the five gallon cans for gas cans that they had in the back of their
truck. Mike said sure, and they gave him some empty five-gallon cans. These
cans were part of the evidence that the DEA seized during the raid on Mike's
house. The DEA had these cans covertly placed there to make it appear that there
had been enough chemicals to really manufacture speed. There were not enough
chemicals to manufacture speed, and the DEA has always known this.

This entire set-up of me by the DEA and Carl Altz was to cover up the Don Bolles
Papers including the assassination of John F. Kennedy. The assassination of
John F. Kennedy by the CIA was one of the many assassinations we had in the
files and the DEA was now responsible for the cover-up of this crime.
After I had picked up Carl Altz and headed to Mike Joyce's, Carl Altz kept
trying to make it sound like it was me that wanted to manufacture the speed. I
couldn't make speed if my life depended upon it and I have never made any kind
of drugs nor have I ever bought any chemicals to make speed or any other kinds
of drugs. I'm just the patsy like Oswald said. The only difference is I have
the entire FBI and most of the other agencies protecting me, so they can't kill
me to do the cover-up like they did Oswald. The good guys like the FBI and the
others are going to make sure I make it to court and that I get my day in
trial. NOTE: The DEA's and the corrupt judges under them, job is to stop the
trial and make sure there is no chance of me giving the truthful information in
court and proving that the DEA is really a covert operation of the CIA and was
directly responsible for the much of the crime in the United States.

After we arrived at Mike Joyce's house, Carl Altz handed me the boxes he had
brought and I ca

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