My Photo

January 2007

Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
  1 2 3 4 5 6
7 8 9 10 11 12 13
14 15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31      
Blog powered by Typepad
Member since 06/2005


  • Click on Ads to support this site


September 17, 2006


Eochaidh MacDhalaigh OghaChruithne

Don DuPay, did you ever hear of me? I wore a kilt while in town. I also turned in a female heroin pusher\addict, not only for pushing (I hung out with her and she pushed and pushed her junk on other gutter punks), but also for threatening to follow cops to their homes once she got out of the detention center. Are you surprised to learn that the Portland Police Bureau did nothing about my written complaints? Did you hear of another woman on the street who was the biggest pill pusher? She was knick named after a colour. I also turned in the Mexican dealers who delivered heroin twice a day to the "Ranch." "Tony" at the D.E.A. eventually targeted me. But, he did give me some good advice concerning the Mexicans: Don't get involved in any sales. "Tony" seems to be a very common pseudonym in the Federal government's war on drugs.

When the cops failed to "flake" me with a packet of heroin in the would be cop-killer's backpack at the police property room, I realize now, as you can see below, they tried to kill me.

That C.I.A. asset, Roland Carnaby, who was killed by Houston cops about a month ago, was probably killed as a result of his work against drug pushers. But, the pseudonym "Tony" popping up when the Feds are involved is very interesting.

Last week when I first found out about the death of Mr. Carnaby and the allegations made by another former C.I.A. agent, Sue Ann Arrigo, I let the C.I.A. know that if Mr. Carnaby was not the victiom of an assassination, then the C.I.A. must have a poor training program'; because their agents aren't doing what they should be doing as evidenced in the situations concerning Mr. Carnaby and Ms Arrigo.

After contacting the C.I.A. over the Internet, I read the blog by Thomas Bean and remembered the time that I was arrested in Portland, Oregon a few years ago by two uniformed police officers alone in a motel room. I engaged the dead-bolt on the door and just sat in a chair until the cops broke in and arrested me. At one point, one cop, the sargeant, left the room. Just then, a woman in plain clothes walked by the door to my room and said "Is that a scissors?" I then looked at one of the front pants pockets of the cop who was still in the room with me and saw a handle of a scissor's sticking out of it. Up until I read Mr. Bean's blog, I thought that the woman had done me a favour by letting the cop know that she saw the scissors on the cop, at a time when I was not resisting arrest. But, after having read Mr. Bean's blog, I now believe that she was trying to provoke me into resisting arrest.

I've never had anything to do with any intelligence service, but, I was able to walk away from my own execution under circumstances similar to Mr. Carnaby's execution. In particular, he sat in his car until a cop broke in - I did the same in the motel room. If Mr. Carnaby was not the victim of a premeditated murder, he should have gone home at the end of the day; unless the C.I.A. has a poor training programme.

The radio message over the cops' radios and their statements to him during the initial traffic stop, may have been provocations to make him flee. You now have two independent situations that may have been provocations to resist arrest. I'm sure you can find more.

Furthermore, when I first tried to "e-mail" the C.I.A., I received error messages and couldn't get through both times that I tried. My message in their message box on their contact forms page, just disappeared. I had to go through the FBI. Mr. Bean stated that WMR (whatever WMR is) had been told that the CIA and FBI have been infilitrated by gate keepers that are ensuring that critical intelligence does not reach top U.S. policy makers in intelligence and law enforcement - not that my information is important. But, it's true and interesting.;read=123773

According to another Internet cite about Mr. Carnaby's death: "Assuming Carnaby was a spook marked for a hit (which itself is not beyond belief), even the most inept intelligence service (which the Mossad certainly is not) would not choose to take out a target in the public spotlight. (The shooting of Carnaby, after all, was caught on film that is now all over the Internet). There would be dozens of better, less conspicuous, ways to carry out such an assassination — a carjacking gone bad, poison, an abduction with the murder carried out across the border, an unfortunate car accident, a home burglary gone awry, etc.
Though such a conspiracy is not completely impossible (few things are in life), it does seem highly improbably. It just doesn’t add up."

What I think happened is that Mr. Carnaby, possibly a retired intelligence agent, was working for a C.I.A. agent who helped him obtain paraphenalia that tended to show that he had a closer relationship with the C.I.A. than was true. Furthermore, his "handler" manipulated him into falsely thinking that he was following an Israeli agent with a suitcase nuke. His handler could have been using him in a training excersize without his knowledge. So, Mr. Carnaby died as the result of an unfortunate training accident.

Interestingly enough, the afternoon after having contacted the C.I.A. about its poor training programme resulting in Mr. Carnaby needlessly dying or Mr. Carnaby being assassinated, when I returned home along the street that ends at a 3-way intersection (T) in front of my house, a car sped by just as I was about to enter the intersection, which is difficult to observe because of the trees, bushes and fences blocking the view. I heard it before seeing it and waited at the corner until it passed. It had to be an accident because the C.I.A. certainly would not assassinate one of it training programme critics.


Eochaidh MacDhalaigh OghaChruithne

Na Fineachand Gaidhealach
Na Fardach Cinnidhean

Post Office Box 520
401 South Shakespeare Street
Lordsburg, New Mexico 88045-0520


The comments to this entry are closed.