A Georgia MAGA-cop won my house in a lottery!

Ain’t a snow ball’s chance in Haiti that his family is moving in. There was some sort of lottery among law enforcement personnel for my property, but the only way that could have happened is me dead or by a judge’s property seizure order for a house used in criminal activity.

A complex crime scheme came unraveled, when I came down with an intestinal virus and so couldn’t attend a county planning commission meeting. This is a longer article than normal, but you need to go what’s going on at the local level these days.

by Richard L. Thornton, Thornton, Architect & City Planner

All I am interested in is changing the history of mankind, while not bothering a soul around me . . . that’s a modest ambition . . . yet these evil clowns here in Northeast Georgia just won’t let it go. Theoretically, I am still on the Federal Witness Protection Program for helping stop a drug cartel run by police in South Florida, North Georgia and the Virginia Bureau of Investigation. I wonder if that has something to do with the local law enforcement agencies making me a suspect for every crime in a hundred mile radius?

Habersham County, GA: One reason that I focus most of my energy nowadays on gardening and doing research into the past is that I found contacts with the locals to be very hazardous to my health. The year 2025 beats the cake, though. To understand this year, though, we have to go back in time.

Late May 2019 (two weeks before moving to Habersham County) – The District Attorney gave a presentation to the full staff of the Habersham County Sheriff’s Department on his scheme to use legal trickery to steal my house and leave me penniless. I had refused to worship Donald Trump as the Messiah . . . the Savior sent by God to save mankind from democracy. Therefore, I was pure evil.

The deputies would play a key role by monitoring me 24-7 then telling anybody that I came in contact with that I was simultaneously a gay, male prostitute with AIDS living off of welfare, a convicted sexual predator of college coeds and teenage boys, a predator of pretty foreign women and a serial killer. Of course, those were all lies.

My phone and internet were tapped on May 10, 2018 and remained so until just recently. A man, just paroled from prison, was to impersonate a general contractor in Toccoa, GA and sign a house rehab contract with me. A man with the same name as the real builder would cash my Materials check, then no one would show up for work.

The fake builder bragged on the phone to me that “he was going to have the biggest birthday party ever on Saturday, with my check and there was nothing I could do since the cops were protecting him.”

When I filed for a criminal complaint. the detectives at the Habersham County Sheriff’s Dept. refused to fill out the crime charge forms so it could be passed on to the Magistrate’s Court Office. Instead they named me Special Investigator and Prosecutor. They expected me to order the arrest of the fake builder then his lawyer would prove in court that a man with a different hand-writing had cashed my check. The fake builder was then going to sue ,me for $500,000 for false imprisonment.

Keep in mind that this entire crime was PLANNED by the District Attorney’s Office. Initially, when I did not have a clue what a Special Prosecutor was, the entire staff refused to help me. When I asked the investigator to obtain the name attached to a driver’s license number (see below) she refused to help me . . . stating that the DA himself had forbidden her to do so.

The District Attorney got the idea for screwing me from a recent article in the monthly E-magazine of the Prosecuting Attorneys’ Council of Georgia. It described a still-active law from the early 1800s, which allowed sheriffs to appoint regular citizens as temporary investigators and prosecutors for single crimes.

Bad mistake. Special Agent Susan Karlson (covert name) and I had investigated and bagged the number three man in the Virginia Bureau of Investigation. He sang like a canary to the FBI then the State of Virginia abolished the VBI. I WAS an experienced investigator with international “national security” experiences.

Since my estranged wife was blatantly cheating on me back in 1991, I was asked by the FBI Covert Division to fake an affair with Susan, a newly-minted, Swedish-speaking special agent from Finland. She was then posing as a real estate lawyer. We were to lure crooked Virginia State Police administrators into making a mistake. We could speak Swedish to each other, when we didn’t want anybody to know what we were saying. Faking an affair turned into a 15 year long, loving, but secret relationship.

I looked up the date of the fake builder’s birthday and realized that there were two men with the same name in Toccoa. The other man with his name had been required to present his drivers license at the bank. The cashier had written it under his signature. The Habersham County Sheriff’s detectives broke yet another law by refusing to look up his driver’s license number on the computer. Without that information, I knew that I didn’t have enough evidence to get a conviction, so had to do all the work on my house, myself.

The missing man: Then in late summer of 2019, a man went missing in an adjacent county. I know nothing about him. Nevertheless, the Habersham detectives decided that since they had labeled me a male prostitute, I must have murdered the missing man.

The only trouble was that I had been severely injured by ground lightning two weeks earlier. The skin on my soles had been burned off and my legs were purple. For many weeks I had to literally crawl up the stairs to go to bed. My muscles, nerves and blood vessel were fried. I have never fully recovered.

The MAGA cops didn’t know that, but they could not figure out how I could have driven two cars at the same time, plus a body was never found. Nevertheless, they called up vigilante groups in Gainesville, GA and Metro Atlanta and told them that I was the killer. For several weeks, armed vigilantes, driving SUV’s festooned with Trump-Pence decals and big whip antennas, parked in front of my house or followed me on my chores – pointing guns at me several times.

I used my walkie-talkie to eaves drop on the vigilantes. I heard them joking about how shooting me was too good for me. They were going to gut me with hog spears. Fine! I scored 100 on the CIA* marksmanship test, but we can look at alternatives.

• According to the CIA Night Desk Manager, who called me, I scored higher on the entire exam than most of the officers with 30 year experience. He wanted to hire me to start work in Langley, VA the next day, but I was over 40.

I ordered online a Maya jaguar spear from Guatemala. Without harming anybody . . . the sight of a 6′-3″ Creek Indian Eagle Warrior holding a Maya jaguar spear was sufficient to put the fear of God into the fake Christian MAGA vigilantes. Funny! Run Forrest run! Never saw them again.

From that period forward, the Sheriff’s Department began warning plumbers, HVAC repairmen, electricians, etc. who I talked to on the telephone that I was a gay male prostitute with AIDS. As a precaution, ARROW Exterminators brought in an all gay male crew from Atlanta to remove the rats that someone had put in my house, while I was shopping.

ALSO, suddenly my veterinary clinic switched vets on me and changed procedures. They would take my dogs to another room and make me sit alone as a several women, sometimes teenage boys, were paraded through the examination room. I would glance out the window and see police cars surrounding the vet clinic.

The new vet was extremely arrogant and the dumbest vet I ever met. I couldn’t get the abscess on my male dog removed. I was tipped off that the dumb vet was actually the MAGA-District Attorney. I don’t know, because I don’t know what he looks like. Nevertheless, I moved my dogs in 2024 to a vet hospital in another county. My male dog’s now-greatly-enlarged abscess was immediately removed.

The Burning Woman: In late summer 2023, a lady from 65 miles away in Athens, GA set herself afire 25 miles away from my house. The DA and Sheriff’s Dept. detectives reasoned that since I openly refuse to worship the Messiah, I must be a sadistic murderer.

Based on the information given them by a self-styled psychic, whom nobody ahd every heard of, the Habersham County Sheriff’s detectives held a national press conference to announce that a newly emerged serial killer had burned a woman alive in Habersham County. (That was me!)

A few weeks later in October 2023, the GBI announced that the woman had committed suicide . . . which was pretty obvious from the beginning. Only then was a Cause of Death Certificate issued. The detectives looked like absolute fools.

In December 2023, when I sent E-mail Christmas greetings to my friends around the world, the Habersham Sheriff’s Dept. contacted my friends to tell them that I had burned a woman alive and had been a serial killer for at least 20 years. They asked for help in putting me behind bars. My friends responded by calling me and urging me to get away from those crazy people in Georgia.

In the mean time, my name was passed on to the FBI. Lower level FBI do not have sufficient security clearance to access my full file and were not told that the woman’s death had been declared a suicide. They expended untold thousands of dollars to track down every person I had been close to since first grade to find out what happened to turn me into a serial killer.

Well, maybe not first grade, but they tracked down my girl friend in the 12th grade in high school and my fraternity room mates at Georgia Tech, plus the City of Landskrona, Sweden and my first two bosses when I returned back to the States.

I thought Susan had been killed in action in Iraq in 2006. They somehow found her and gave her the same message. She blew her stack and got the nonsense stopped. She then sent me a message through a DEA agent that she can’t see me in person “for awhile.” I guess she is on a covert assignment overseas.

Community Involvement

The same DEA agent contacted me again. She said, “They (?) contacted your local law enforcement again and explained that you were exemplary citizen and a true American hero for what you did overseas and in Virginia. They should stop harassing you immediately.” She told me to try getting involved with community activities and the decent folk in my county would immediately realize that the District Attorney and deputies were lying.

I applied for membership in the Habersham County Planning Commission and was appointed for membership in 2025. I really liked the folks on the commission. In the first meeting that I attended, I saw something fishy. After a couple of months of investigation, I had the evidence to prove that an out of state company had been ripping-off the county government and tax-payers. This was a way that I could really serve my community.

In February, I noticed that Walmart detectives were driving past my house and following me everywhere. After several days, I got tired of it. I walked up to one of their detectives, who was following me around the Dollar General near my house. She assumed that I was a criminal so haughtily informed me that the Asst. District Attorney in White County had said that I was poor and the biggest shoplifter in the region. The police needed their help in putting behind bars. (I have lived in White County.) I told the lady that I hadn’t been in a Walmart in at least six months . . . Go back to Atlanta . . . See what my checking account balance is . . . and look to see if I have any criminal record. Never saw the Walmart detectives again.

That spring the City of Cleveland, GA paid the widow of a Florida police chief to back into me in the Ingles Supermarket parking lot. She then called the Cleveland Police, who just happened to have a patrol car waiting a hundred feet away. He was surprised that I had insurance. Another shopper stepped and told them that the widow backed into my car. He handed me a card for a number to call to get a copy of the traffic incidence report. The number turned out to be a free legal advice hotline. The City of Cleveland claimed that they never received the report.

Then, I was piking the last blueberries of summer from my orchard, which is next to the street. Some sort of law enforcement officer drove up in his personal car with his children. He stopped about 25 feet from me and got out. He didn’t see me.

The man pointed to my house and said, “Kids, I wanted you to see our new home. Your daddy has just won this house! We will be moving here in a few weeks!”

His little girl asked, “Can we have a swimming pool?”

Her father responded, “Sure, we’re also getting all the money from selling the things inside the house”. He pointed to my terrace garden and said, “We can bulldoze the garden and put the pool there.”

His little boy then asked, “Can we have swing set?” The father said, “Sure!”

September 2025: On the afternoon of the Planning Commission meeting, I returned home with my two dogs from the supermarket to find a note inside my mailbox. It said that while I was gone, two men had entered my house with a key. There was a large dog cage in the back of their pickup truck.

I didn’t have time to buy new door locks and install them. I called Courthouse Security and go permission to bring my dogs with me in the Explorer. The security guard instructed me to park my car next to the courthouse in a Sheriff’s Dept. space.

When I returned to the Explorer after the Planning Commission meeting, the inside of the car and my dogs were saturated with what appeared to be water. The two herd dogs were terrified and cowering under the front dashboard. I later learned that a group of deputies had driven up to my car during the meeting. They shot water pistols and threw cups of water at the dogs and throughout the car.

October 2025 – I had installed expensive locks on all my entrance doors. Nothing happened during the Planning Commission meeting.

November 2025 – Men dressed in black, began shooting guns during the day and night on October 30. I thought it strange that nobody else was complaining, so I didn’t call in a complaint. The shooting moved closer and closer to my house so that by the afternoon of the Planning Commission meeting, they shot incessantly at my property line for two hours. However, I had some sort of food poisoning or stomach virus and was not going to the meeting.

The Planning Commission meeting starts at 6:00 PM. At 5:30 PM I noticed someone in black slipping through the woods of an adjacent vacant lot then hide behind a tree, 30 feet from my house. He was waiting to signal, when I left for the meeting. There were 4 or 5 men also in black, about 200 feet down my property line.

I grabbed my combo infrared binoculars – video camera that a female architecture professor in Italy had given me as a birthday gift. I wanted to get proof of these jackasses. However, around 5:30 PM my dogs smelled the closest one and began barking. He saw me at the corner of the house. He fired three shots as he was running away into the woods, but missed me. he other men quickly departed.

What I was told was that my neighbors had been paid not to call the Sheriff’s Dept. when the periods of gun shooting occurred. When I called the Sheriff’s Dept. they would claim they heard nothing. Then a deputy could state in court that I appeared stressed and delusional, when they arrived at my house. None of my neighbors heard any gunfire.

I also heard that a woman had been killed or was going to be killed, because they thought she was a lesbian. The men near my house that afternoon intended to go into the house, kill the dogs and steal some things.

Of course, I would call the Sheriff’s Dept. when I arrived home. A deputy would find the body partially hidden in the shrubbery in the rear of the house. Then local law enforcement would have saved face from having to explain why they treated me as a dangerous criminal for 7 1/2 years. Any rational jury would wonder how I would even know such a woman, since I never got out on the town and quite straight. Well, living amongst a den of vipers, so get a lot of pre-approved membership cards from monasteries around the world.

The gunfire near my house continued until Friday, when I sent an email to the County Commissioners, resigning from the Planning Commission. I enjoyed working with the people in the county government and Planning Commission, but such voluntary work was not worth the risk to life, liberty and property.