Barbara Hartwell

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Independent Investigator, Intelligence Analyst, Journalist. Former CIA (NOC, Psychological Operations) Black Ops Survivor. Sovereign Child of God. Minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ (Ordained 1979, D.Div.) Exposing Government Lies, Crimes, Corruption, Conspiracies and Cover-ups.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Death By Government: Part 2


  My Flag: Shredded by the Feds
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Over the years, I've had quite a few attempts on my life. Obviously, they have all failed, thus far, but it seems that death by government is now only a matter of time --a short time, by all indications.

The last definitive assassination attempt took place in August, 2006. It was the brake lines on my vehicle, which had been mysteriously and suddenly corroded by chemical means. In the past, the bastards had used the more effective method of cutting the brake lines on more than one vehicle. Each time, my life was saved by Divine Intervention.

When I lived in New York state, my mechanic (who was also a friend, and who knew of my background) was able to determine without doubt that two of my vehicles had been deliberately sabotaged. But this last time, the bastards used a more "plausibly deniable" method.

I'd had the vehicle for about two years. It passed inspection and the brakes had been fine, no problem. But one day, when I set out for a short trip to the market, on the way home, the brakes suddenly failed. I made it home only on a wing and a prayer. I finally managed to stop the vehicle in front of my house, a miracle after ten minutes (which seemed like an eternity) of narrowly avoiding more than one crash.

Upon reaching my home, very shaken, I called a friend (ex-CIA) to tell him of the latest. Of course, I knew, in my heart, that the brake failure was due to government bastards, trying (once again) to kill me. When I told my friend the story of what had just happened, he explained what he knew about the various plausibly deniable forms of sabotage of vehicles. Of course, similar things had happened to him. But unlike me, he has considerable knowledge of the technical/scientific aspects of "intelligence work". 

While I am well aware of WHAT they do, and WHY, he is able to explain HOW they do it.

After all, the "intelligence" operatives are only doing their job. They are just following orders. I guess that makes it A-okay.

As for those who refuse to follow orders (for example, my ex-CIA friend and myself) when those orders involve harming innocent people --they are targeted for persecution, terror and death.

When I had my vehicle towed to the garage for repairs, I asked them to look carefully for any signs of such sabotage. I thought that maybe the brake lines had been severed, as in the past. All they could tell me was that the brake lines had been completely corroded, totally eaten away; and that they could not explain how this had happened so suddenly, being that everything had been fine the last time they had looked at it during the inspection, only a few months before. When I relayed this news to my friend, he explained in more detail about the (plausibly deniable) chemical agents which could be used. And which I now was reasonably certain, HAD been used. There was no other "plausible" explanation.

In fact, the damage was so bad that the brake lines had to be replaced. It cost a lot of money too, which luckily, I was able to beg from a relative.

A couple months later, the same friend (whom I'll call Paul) came to visit me with his wife and son. The bastards have also been persecuting him for many years, so in addition to our professional backgrounds, we have a lot in common. The family couldn't stay long, as they were in transit and just stopped by for a short while. During the visit, we talked about (what else?) the latest forms of persecution, harassment, sabotage, etc. etc. by the government rat bastards. It never ends.....

One story I had heard a couple months before, which horrified me (but did not surprise me in the least) was about a cat in Paul's neighborhood. The bastards shot the cat in the head (point blank) and then dumped the body in Paul's front yard. As far as Paul knew, the cat had had a home, but roamed the neighborhood, apparently in search of hand outs and affection from the local animal lovers.

The murder of the cat took place during the time when Paul had been helping me by rebuilding my computer, which of course, had been destroyed by the bastards (computer #7, of all those destroyed since 1994.) Nobody else was willing to help me, and I had no money to buy a new computer. But Paul came to the rescue, a knight in shining armor.

The bastards didn't like that, not a bit. They had to punish us both. So they killed an innocent creature to express their displeasure. And of course, they know that both Paul and I have a boundless love of animals. They knew how traumatic it would be, and how much pain it would cause. These soulless bastards display a depth of moral rot as ancient as evil itself; but which decent people still may be at a loss to fully comprehend. How can they commit such hideous crimes?

As part of their "death message" agenda, the bastards had also fired shots into the air when Paul was out working in his garden with his young son. Killing innocent animals, endangering a child....they will stop at nothing in their terror campaigns, directed at anyone who knows the truth about who and what they are. Anyone who would stand up to them and warn others, or try to assist others who have been targeted by them.

On the morning after Paul's visit (November 2006, just before Thanksgiving ) I woke up to find another 'calling card', letting me know that the bastards had paid a visit in the dead of night. I have a flag on my lower porch (street level) which reads: Liberty or Death, Don't Tread on Me. Culpeper Minutemen.

The bastards, in their infinite iniquity, had decided that a little more sabotage was in order. When I opened the door out onto the porch, I found that my flag had been slashed to shreds with a razor blade. Interestingly enough, the only word left intact on the shredded flag was "Death".

Okay, I got the message. So I took the flag down and promptly replaced it after driving to a military supply, where I purchased another. It cost $12.00, a major expenditure for me, since that meant I had to sacrifice another basic necessity. But it was worth it. I can't think of anything more necessary in my life than that flag.

These bastards are nothing, if not despicable cowards. Killing innocent creatures, firing shots to traumatize and endanger a child, sabotaging vehicles, slashing a flag symbolizing Liberty. Anything goes, as long as they can get away with it through plausible deniability.

But the point of this report is, I doubt I'll be around much longer to document the bastards' terror campaigns, against me or my friends and allies. It is unlikely I will survive the winter.

As has been the case for many years, I am financially destitute. Poverty kills, as easily as any other method.

I can't afford firewood. My electricity will soon be cut off because I can't pay the bill, as will my phone service. Even the water will be shut off soon. Such bills are unforgiving when due --more so when overdue.

And then there's the fact that I have had no access to desperately needed medical care, not for years. Medical care which is absolutely necessary if there is any hope of recovering from the damages of chemical, biological and electronic warfare deployed against me by the government rat bastards, over a period of more years than I care to remember. Along with permanent disabilities --for which I am "not eligible" for disability benefits from the very same bastards that are totally culpable in causing the disabilities, every last one.

I have done all in my power to make the truth known about this terror campaign, to make the facts public. I have documented in my reports, over the past dozen years, as much as I have been able.

As far as these government rat bastards are concerned, I don't see that it will be necessary for them to attempt to force me into a worse position than I'm already in, as I'm sure they know I have nowhere to turn, and that my appeals for help have fallen on deaf ears.


Barbara Hartwell
November 7, 2007