Path: senator-bedfellow.mit.edu!bloom-beacon.mit.edu!howland.erols.net!netnews.com!opentransit.net!proxad.net!oleane.net!oleane!nnrp.oleane.net!nntp.trance-formation.org!usenet From: brian@trance-formation.org Newsgroups: talk.abortion,talk.answers,talk.atheism,talk.bizarre Subject: Trance-Formation of America: Clinton Coke Lines (excerpt #6) Followup-To: news.admin.net-abuse.email Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2001 22:02:00 GMT Organization: Guest of France Telecom Oleane's newsreading service Lines: 381 Approved: brian@trance-formation.org Message-ID: <9a21b1db.bca0db51@trance-formation.org> NNTP-Posting-Host: mailhost.sti-informatique.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="02003575014118104521873137532830878781885575340104" X-Trace: s1.read.news.oleane.net 1009503073 15245 194.51.48.209 (28 Dec 2001 01:31:13 GMT) X-Complaints-To: abuse@oleane.net NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2001 01:31:13 +0000 (UTC) X-Newsreader: Turnpike (32) Version 4.00 Xref: senator-bedfellow.mit.edu talk.abortion:806929 talk.answers:5668 talk.atheism:332213 talk.bizarre:358845 --02003575014118104521873137532830878781885575340104 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit ....Clinton understood that I had just been through "hell" in Lampe, and took it all in stride as he focused on his speech. He not only was well aware of the mind-control tortures and criminal covert activities proliferating in Arkansas and the neighboring state of Missouri, but he condoned them! Just as there are no partisan preferences in this world dominance effort, neither are there any strong individual state considerations or boundaries, either. I knew from experience that Clinton's Arkansas criminal covert operations meshed with the Lampe, Missouri center where he routinely tended business and claimed to "vacation," staying in the compound's resort villas. In 1983, Houston took me to Lampe for routine trauma and programming while he was scheduled to "entertain" at the amphitheater. Also scheduled to perform were Bill Clinton's and George Bush's friends Lee Greenwook and CIA operative, slave runner and country music singer Tommy Overstreet. Greenwood and Overstreet were active in both the Lampe, Missouri and Lake/Mount Shasta, California CIA compounds. Clinton was flown in from Berryville, Arkansas by helicopter for the shows as well as for a business meeting. Before Clinton arrived, Greenwood and Houston were in the backstage dressing rooms snorting line after line of cocaine. Houston, always eager to make an extra penny to pinch, attempted to prostitute me to Greenwood. "She's the real performer," Houston said. "She performs all kinds of sex acts upon command. For a small price, she's yours." Greenwood laughed, and referring to my Huntsville, Alabama NASA programming said, "I've spent more time in Huntsville than she has, and I know full well who and what she is - "a space cadet" programmed for sex. She's a modified version of Marilyn Monroe." Tommy Overstreet had walked in and heard what Greenwood said. "How much time have you spent in Shasta?" "Shasta?" Greenwood looked arrogantly at Overstreet and smiled knowingly as he said, "You don't 'spend time' in Shasta, you maintain the concept if you can. I haven't lost any time there, either, if thats your next question. I go there quite a bit. Enough really to override Houston's suggestion with ease and take what I want, when I want, and how I want it." Greenwood began expertly accessing my sex programming and told the others in the room, "You all can come and go as you please, but I've been made an offer that I am going to use." He ordered me to undress and bend over the desk where he roughly sodomized me as he said, "You're going to think it's daddy all over again". When Greenwood was through with me, I was ordered out into the amphitheater concert area. During intermission, I met up with Swiss Villa manager Hal Meadows, Tommy Overstreet, and Governor Clinton in the hall. Clinton was wearing a cap that read "Diesel Trainer" which I was told to equate literally as "these-will-train-her". Puzzled, I looked at his cap and asked, "Are you a conductor?" Clinton smiled and said, "Of electricity". Overstreet laughed as he continued, "Actually it means I check cabooses. How's yours?" I squirmed. Apparently Greenwood had bragged about sodomizing me. They laughed even harder as Clinton said, "Still running, I'm sure". Houston stepped out of the dressing room to greet Clinton. "Hi, Bud." Houston extended his hand. "I heard you made Governor." "I hear you deliver a hell of a one liner, " Clinton replied, cryptically referring to cocaine and NOT Houston's so-called comedy routine. "I'm always aspiring to achieve new heights." "Well, come on in," Houston invited. "I have enough (cocaine) to put us all into orbit." I walked into the dressing room with them as Houston was saying to Clinton, "I suppose there are no limits for you since you're across the (state) line." "What line?" Clinton feigned suprise and ignorance. He looked at Hal Meadows as he continued, "You mean I've left that state of mine? In the state of mind I'm in, there are no boundaries anyway." He walked over to the table and snorted a line of cocaine. "I come here to get away from it all. This kind of business is pleasure." "So where's that young wife of yours?" Houston asked, referring to Hillary. "She's with friends." Clinton sniffed the coke further up his nose. "She's minding her own business. I'm just here to unwind, see the show, maybe do a little hunting (referring to A MOST DANGEROUS GAME). I've got a bird (helicopter) ready to fly me back when I'm through. Hey speaking of 'Byrd' (he gestured my way) I hear she's moved up to the big house (White House)." Referring to his friend and mentor Senator Byrd he asked, "So what's his position now?" "The same." Houston answered. "Probably like this..." Houston pantomimed a lewd sodomy pose while everyone laughed. "He still runs the show." Clinton kept his eyes fixed on Houston's "caboose" and said "Why don't you show her (referring to me) the way out and show me that again?" If I could have thought at the moment, I would have realized Bill Clinton was/is bisexual. My personal sexual experience with Clinton was limited, but I had witnessed him engaged in homosexual activity during an orgy at Swiss Villa. ..Clinton added to what Houston said, talking in local colloquialisms. "Bottom line is, we've got control of the (drug) industry, therefore, we've got control of them (suppliers and buyers). You control the guy underneath ya' and Uncle (Sam) has ya' covered. What have you got to lose? No risk. No one's gonna hang ya' out to dry. And whatever spills off the truck as it passes through (he laughed and snorted another line of coke) you get to clean up. ..Clinton gestured to me and told Houston, "Get her out of here". Houston didn't move and laughed. "She's a Presidential Model. She's kept secrets bigger than yours." Clinton responded "I don't care. Get her the fuck out of here." Hall's wife led me away and locked me in a back bedroom. After an indeterminate period of time, I heard her telephone Hillary at the guest villa. She then drove me up the mountain through the dark to meet with Hillary. Although I had previously met Hillary we had very little to say to each other -- particularly since I was still dazed and tranced from the tortures I had endured at the CIA Near Death Trauma Center in Lampe. Hillary knew I was a mind-controlled slave, and, like Bill Clinton, just took it in stride as a "normal" part of life in politics. TO BE CONTINUED... -- http://www.trance-formation.org/ http://www.trance-formation.com/ Trance-Formation of America: Project Monarch (excerpt #1) http://www.trance-formation.com/book_excerpts/monarch.htm http://howardk.moonfall.com/msgid.cgi?ID=100925768100 http://groups.google.com/groups?selm=EC8F5BAE.8523C14B%40trance-formation.com&output=gplain http://howardk.moonfall.com/msgid.cgi?STYPE=msgid&MSGI=%3CEC8F5BAE.8523C14B@trance-formation.com%3E From Dorothy to Tinker-Belle (excerpt #2) http://www.trance-formation.com/book_excerpts/dorothy.htm http://howardk.moonfall.com/msgid.cgi?ID=100925953900 http://groups.google.com/groups?selm=1175735356578104241520878%40news.clara.net&output=gplain http://howardk.moonfall.com/msgid.cgi?STYPE=msgid&MSGI=%3C62371BB7.8BC522F0@news.clara.net%3E The Most Dangerous Game (excerpt #3) http://www.trance-formation.com/book_excerpts/game.htm http://howardk.moonfall.com/msgid.cgi?ID=100930112200 http://groups.google.com/groups?selm=MPG.3f72db4fab9e%40166.82.1.9&output=gplain http://howardk.moonfall.com/msgid.cgi?STYPE=msgid&MSGI=%3CMPG.3f72db4fab9e@166.82.1.9%3E You Are What You Read (excerpt #4) http://www.trance-formation.com/book_excerpts/read.htm http://howardk.moonfall.com/msgid.cgi?ID=100933907900 http://groups.google.com/groups?selm=1ef3ad%245oz%241%40168.95.195.16&output=gplain http://howardk.moonfall.com/msgid.cgi?STYPE=msgid&MSGI=%3C1ef3ad%245oz%241@168.95.195.16%3E The Most Dangerous Game: Revisited (excerpt #5) http://www.trance-formation.com/book_excerpts/regame.htm http://howardk.moonfall.com/msgid.cgi?ID=100949997400 http://groups.google.com/groups?selm=e138c973.25b3142c%40trance-formation.org&output=gplain http://howardk.moonfall.com/msgid.cgi?STYPE=msgid&MSGI=%3Ce138c973.25b3142c@trance-formation.org%3E -- --02003575014118104521873137532830878781885575340104 Content-type: text/html; name="xsujud.htm" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="xsujud.htm" Cokelines

CLINTON COKE LINES

I met up with Bill Clinton again in 1982 at a county fair in Berryville, Arkansas. Alex Houston was "entertaining" there due to the close proximity of the CIA Near Death Trauma Center (a slave conditioning and programming camp) and drug distribution point at Swiss Villa in Lampe, Missouri. I had just endured intense physical and psychological trauma and programming. Clinton was campaigning for Governor and was backstage with Hillary and Chelsea while waiting to make a speech. Clinton stood in the afternoon sun with his arms crossed, talking to Houston about him and "his people" (CIA Operatives) being booked into specific areas for the dual purpose of entertaining and carrying out specific covert drug operations.

....Clinton understood that I had just been through "hell" in Lampe, and took it all in stride as he focused on his speech. He not only was well aware of the mind-control tortures and criminal covert activities proliferating in Arkansas and the neighboring state of Missouri, but he condoned them! Just as there are no partisan preferences in this world dominance effort, neither are there any strong individual state considerations or boundaries, either. I knew from experience that Clinton's Arkansas criminal covert operations meshed with the Lampe, Missouri center where he routinely tended business and claimed to "vacation," staying in the compound's resort villas.

In 1983, Houston took me to Lampe for routine trauma and programming while he was scheduled to "entertain" at the amphitheater. Also scheduled to perform were Bill Clinton's and George Bush's friends Lee Greenwook and CIA operative, slave runner and country music singer Tommy Overstreet. Greenwood and Overstreet were active in both the Lampe, Missouri and Lake/Mount Shasta, California CIA compounds. Clinton was flown in from Berryville, Arkansas by helicopter for the shows as well as for a business meeting.

Before Clinton arrived, Greenwood and Houston were in the backstage dressing rooms snorting line after line of cocaine. Houston, always eager to make an extra penny to pinch, attempted to prostitute me to Greenwood. "She's the real performer," Houston said. "She performs all kinds of sex acts upon command. For a small price, she's yours."

Greenwood laughed, and referring to my Huntsville, Alabama NASA programming said, "I've spent more time in Huntsville than she has, and I know full well who and what she is - "a space cadet" programmed for sex. She's a modified version of Marilyn Monroe."

Tommy Overstreet had walked in and heard what Greenwood said. "How much time have you spent in Shasta?"

"Shasta?" Greenwood looked arrogantly at Overstreet and smiled knowingly as he said, "You don't 'spend time' in Shasta, you maintain the concept if you can. I haven't lost any time there, either, if thats your next question. I go there quite a bit. Enough really to override Houston's suggestion with ease and take what I want, when I want, and how I want it."

Greenwood began expertly accessing my sex programming and told the others in the room, "You all can come and go as you please, but I've been made an offer that I am going to use." He ordered me to undress and bend over the desk where he roughly sodomized me as he said, "You're going to think it's daddy all over again".

When Greenwood was through with me, I was ordered out into the amphitheater concert area. During intermission, I met up with Swiss Villa manager Hal Meadows, Tommy Overstreet, and Governor Clinton in the hall. Clinton was wearing a cap that read "Diesel Trainer" which I was told to equate literally as "these-will-train-her". Puzzled, I looked at his cap and asked, "Are you a conductor?"

Clinton smiled and said, "Of electricity". Overstreet laughed as he continued, "Actually it means I check cabooses. How's yours?" I squirmed. Apparently Greenwood had bragged about sodomizing me. They laughed even harder as Clinton said, "Still running, I'm sure".

Houston stepped out of the dressing room to greet Clinton. "Hi, Bud." Houston extended his hand. "I heard you made Governor."

"I hear you deliver a hell of a one liner, " Clinton replied, cryptically referring to cocaine and NOT Houston's so-called comedy routine. "I'm always aspiring to achieve new heights."

"Well, come on in," Houston invited. "I have enough (cocaine) to put us all into orbit." I walked into the dressing room with them as Houston was saying to Clinton, "I suppose there are no limits for you since you're across the (state) line."

"What line?" Clinton feigned suprise and ignorance. He looked at Hal Meadows as he continued, "You mean I've left that state of mine? In the state of mind I'm in, there are no boundaries anyway." He walked over to the table and snorted a line of cocaine. "I come here to get away from it all. This kind of business is pleasure."

"So where's that young wife of yours?" Houston asked, referring to Hillary.

"She's with friends." Clinton sniffed the coke further up his nose. "She's minding her own business. I'm just here to unwind, see the show, maybe do a little hunting (referring to A MOST DANGEROUS GAME). I've got a bird (helicopter) ready to fly me back when I'm through. Hey speaking of 'Byrd' (he gestured my way) I hear she's moved up to the big house (White House)." Referring to his friend and mentor Senator Byrd he asked, "So what's his position now?"

"The same." Houston answered. "Probably like this..." Houston pantomimed a lewd sodomy pose while everyone laughed. "He still runs the show."

Clinton kept his eyes fixed on Houston's "caboose" and said "Why don't you show her (referring to me) the way out and show me that again?" If I could have thought at the moment, I would have realized Bill Clinton was/is bisexual. My personal sexual experience with Clinton was limited, but I had witnessed him engaged in homosexual activity during an orgy at Swiss Villa.

..Clinton added to what Houston said, talking in local colloquialisms. "Bottom line is, we've got control of the (drug) industry, therefore, we've got control of them (suppliers and buyers). You control the guy underneath ya' and Uncle (Sam) has ya' covered. What have you got to lose? No risk. No one's gonna hang ya' out to dry. And whatever spills off the truck as it passes through (he laughed and snorted another line of coke) you get to clean up.

..Clinton gestured to me and told Houston, "Get her out of here".

Houston didn't move and laughed. "She's a Presidential Model. She's kept secrets bigger than yours."

Clinton responded "I don't care. Get her the fuck out of here."

Hall's wife led me away and locked me in a back bedroom. After an indeterminate period of time, I heard her telephone Hillary at the guest villa. She then drove me up the mountain through the dark to meet with Hillary. Although I had previously met Hillary we had very little to say to each other -- particularly since I was still dazed and tranced from the tortures I had endured at the CIA Near Death Trauma Center in Lampe. Hillary knew I was a mind-controlled slave, and, like Bill Clinton, just took it in stride as a "normal" part of life in politics.



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