“Free at last! Free at last! Thank God almighty, we’re free at last!
The Rev. Martin Luther King
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When the Devil came down to Georgia and the mainstream media kept it a secret . . . but we remember those days
Do you remember the Shenandoah Chronicles . . . In 1991 and 1992, FBI Special Agent Susan Karlson (alias) and I played a key role is busting a drug cartel, run by the Virginia Bureau of Investigation, plus some US Air Force generals and NSA employees?
In 1991, Susan was a newly-minted 26-year-old lawyer-covert FBI agent, who grew up in Scandinavia. She was fluent in Swedish, English, Finnish, Russian, German and Polish. I was a 42- year-old Architect-Goat Cheese Maker in Shenandoah County, VA. I was not directly employed by the federal government, but as usual, had been promised by the US Navy a prestigious private sector architecture contract from “someone” as my compensation. Both of us were rather indifferent to partisan politics when this all started . . . assuming that all politicians were the same.
My estranged wife had been blatantly cheating on me for several years, so the FBI assumed that the folks in the Shenandoah Valley would think it to be natural for me to cuddle up to that pretty young lawyer, who had just opened up an office in Winchester. Had I been seen with the typical, short-haired, masculine looking female FBI agent of that era, it would have caused suspicion.
The VBI was also selling guns, stolen from evidence lockers in Georgia law enforcement agencies, and counterfeit airline parts, being marketed by US Customs employees in Miami. Some of the cartel’s profits were making law enforcement officers and ultra-right-wing politicians wealthy, However, most of the hundreds of millions of drug money, flowing into Virginia, seemed to go to randomly chosen individuals, who suddenly became very wealthy.
The VBI was abolished and the USAF cleaned house, as a result. Susan was promoted and in December 1991, moved to Metro Atlanta, where in a covert operation, she utilized her skills as a real estate lawyer in eastern Cobb County. Rather than investigating the Georgia component of the drug cartel, she spent most of her time tracking down the children and grandchildren of Russian spies, who during World War II had been planted at the Lockheed B-29 bomber plant in Cobb County.
Several of those people were members of our singles Sunday School Class at Roswell United Methodist Church. The crypto-Russians had been thoroughly “Southernized,” but most were now involved with right-wing extremist groups, satanic cults or witch cults . . . including all the descendants in our Sunday School class.
In 1990, Georgia state and local law enforcement officers began approaching politicians and prominent families in small towns and rural areas with the offer of large sums of laundered drug profits . . . a pattern that had earlier been operating in Virginia. According to my mother in a deathbed confession, my stepfather had pressured her to join some sort of “patriotic” organization, which would grant her three wishes and give her “lots of money” if they both obeyed the commands of this organization and joined the Republican Party.
Shocked, I told my mother, “that’s Satan!” She said nothing, but wept. This satanic scam fell apart in the Great Recession, because too many members needed money or a steady job. Another problem, from the beginning, was when (for example) two women wanted to marry the same man.
By 1997, pairs of GBI agents on the taxpayers’ dole, were intensely “investigating” honest Democratic politicians. If they did not find any skeletons in their closet, they fabricated them.
I personally observed two GBI agents trying to extort Mayor Doyle Pinson of Adairsville, GA. I was in an adjacent room, wearing hiking shoes, shorts and a tee shirt. I had been measuring the historic (1845) Adairsville Depot and was marking up a floor plan, so the GBI agents assumed that I was low level employee of Adairsville.
The GBI agents showed Mayor Pinson a photo that showed him and the female city clerk, sitting alone at a restaurant table in Savannah. They told him that if he didn’t join the Republican Party, they would send the photo to the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. Mayor Pinson responded, “I’d tell you to go to hell, but obviously, that is where you are headed anyway.”
After the NAZI traitors left, Mayor Pinson showed me the original photo, which had not been photoshopped. He was seated at a large round table with at least eight people. The City Clerk was on his right and his wife was on his left. Mayor Pinson soon quit politics soon thereafter, because of repeated threats to him, his wife and children.
My ordeal began in September 2000 after Susan had been transferred to Washington, DC to be given overseas assignments. We endured long periods of time when we could not be together. First, the moderate head of the Pickens County, GA Republican Party Committee was murdered by motor oil being put into his brake lines . . . causing his car to fly off the road into a mountain ravine.
A few days later, the brilliant 38-year-old attorney, who led the Democratic Party Committee was left with the mind of a seven-year-old girl, after her meal at a Downtown Jasper restaurant was poisoned, Afraid for their lives, the other members of the Democratic Party Committee would not even meet for seven years. Both crimes were linked to men, dressed in black and driving metallic gold pickups.
I will save the rest of that story for another day. However, I hope to have given you enough information for you to understand that the surrealistic events of recent years in our nation had their roots in the late 20th century.
