Of all the sabotage directed at our wholesale customers’ packages, these two post offices are the worst offenders. The Houston P.O. evidently has a postmaster who is deeply in love with the FBI [Image Can Not Be Found] because over the past ten years they’ve destroyed and/or stolen scores of our wholesale shipments to three distributors.
The Chattanooga postmaster’s FBI thugs are at least more imaginitive: they once dunked two of our consecutive (two weeks apart) wholesale packages in a tub of water right before they were delivered to our distributor, there. They were still dripping when they received them.
The next in line in terms of scale of molestations is the Canada Customs Department, who routinely molested packages to all of the distributors associated with Doctor Rudi, also (but less often) many of our packages sent to quebecorgone.com
UK Customs is fourth in line in this Rogue Lineup. Otherwise we’ve mainly experienced theft of our packages to Africa in a more random way, though after our sponsor in Uganda, ‘Secret Supporter,’ got sick, last year, I’ve been completely unable to send him a new zapper successfully, even with a courier. He was the only AFrican associate on the trip to Uganda who didn’t have implants, by the way. I’d taken the ZapChecker along and everyone was curious to know if they had those injected implants that are so widespread in the West right now. Doc Batiibwe’s younger brother was fatally poisoned on an airplane from London, along with many of the other passengers, all of whom died much sooner than the Doc’s brother did on account of his relative skill at keeping someone alive. I met him. I wondered if the effects were caused by a poisonous metal. Carol and I were poisoned with beryllium a few months later. The corporate world order has always favored poison as a way to get troublesome people out of the way. Thank God a zapper neutralizes most of their poisons! Otherwise a lot of us would be dead, long ago.
Georg of orgonise-africa.net had the most overt and orchestrated sabotage of his commercial items. The German Customs Department was evidently in league with the South African postal department in that case and a whole lot of his packages to Germany were missing or damaged in transit in those days. We had to work our butts off in the chatroom to turn that around and he’s done okay since then–I think that was six years ago.
Otherwise, a year ago a lot of our retail customers in the US weren’t receiving their packages. Carol saw typical FBI thuggery on an expanded scale but our postmaster advised us to start adding deliery confirmation stickers to each package and, after that, we’ve had very little of that trouble. See how parasites can’t operate well in the open? [Image Can Not Be Found]
Our postmaster is quite pleased to have us as customers, by the way (she also cured her cancer with one of our zappers). She told us that because of all our transactions, her post office was promised new computers. The promise was made a couple of years ago but the US Postal Service is indeed sending them, now. NO sabotage takes place in her post ofice.
When I first started selling zappers online in 1998 I was still painting signs for a living, travelling around the US and living in a ratty old car–still half crazy (but at least free of brain parasites) from the loss of my four children to the corporate world order. I was completely unable to sell my signpainting skills in Ashland, Oregon, where my car finally died. I did manage to convince several postmasters in that part of Oregon to let me put those new, large vinyl decals on the sides of their delivery vans, though. USPS made the requirement to have the stickers but they were very difficult to apply. Fortunately, I knew how to do it so that fed me through the winter until zapper sales got steadier. I think The Operators wanted to impress on me that it was time to change my career [Image Can Not Be Found]
My car had breathed its last at the top of the 14 mile grade from a mountain pass down to Ashland. It stopped rolling in sight of a wrecking yard. The owner of the yard let me sleep in the shop, also let me use an unlicensed (stolen, recovered, unclaimed) Canadian car that was in his yard, in exchange for painting signs for his business and lettering his trucks over the next few months. I avoided hypothermia by sleeping in my orgone accumulator (coffin-like cabinet) which had been on top of my car. I’d made that a few months before, when I was sleeping and painting signs in a friend’s cabinet shop in Mt Vernon, Washington. That accumulator really came in handy in the evenings after I was out doing those postal vans in the cold, wet weather. I took those months to study a box full of banned books that I’d borrowed from a friend in Canada. I think that helped me along this path because several were about subtle energy technology. When the sign trade flourished I only took time to work and travel.
I mention the stickers because during that time I had a chance to meet and do some business with several postmasters. Our of a dozen or so, there was only one, at the Klamath Falls Post Office, who was actually a jerk–someone you might imagine being friendly with the FBI. All of the rest were people I’d be proud to call friends, like our local postmaster is.
I imagine that the grand postmasters in Houston and Chattanooga are good old boys; 33d degree masons and probably racists, even KKK (another masonic organization). FBI is heavily represented in the KKK, of course, and they’re active supporters, not infiltrators. In the American South it’s traditionally been impossible to really succeed in any business or profession unless one is a white man and a mason. That’s been changing, a bit, since blacks started vastly outnumbering whites, there. Did you ever wonder why this strangeness happens mainly in the Bible Belt? It’s because bornagain chumpism is a psychosis–some say mass schizophrenia.
The close (masonic) connection between the Ku Klux Klan and the FBI is no secret. What a horrible, duplicitous organization the FBI is and has always been! J Edgar Hoover was known to frequently consort with the national leadership of both the Mafia and communist party at a reserved table in the Stork Club in Manhattan. I think a lot of the younger, handsomer, ambitious FBI agents went along with him [Image Can Not Be Found]
In the FBI, for advancement, it’s apparently not who you know, but who you… and the ladies will never get high on that moldering dung heap.
I think that twenty, or so, years ago there were still a few people in the FBI who were genuinely patriotic, against all the odds. I think Ted Gunderson was one of them but he retired in 1979. He told Carol and I that he wasn’t even aware of the world order until several years later, after he saw clear evidence of government involvement in massive-scale child abductions. I doubt anyone can work for the FBI, now, who has an active conscience unless he’s mopping the floor or is working in the mail room. I have a hard time watching crime dramas that glorify that sewer rat agency, though some of Hollywood’s best writers and directors get into that effort, naturally.
People who think the US Government can be redeemed are also probably schizophrenic in the face of so much evidence to the contrary and I’m sure that Washington, Jefferson, Adams, et al would have insisted on the violent overthrow of this ruinous federal cancer long before it got this bad; probably by 1934, when National Socialism had formally replaced the US Constitution. Obama is just a silly showboat; FDR is the guy who destroyed the already-weakened Republic.
I’m stating the obvious, as you probably realize. Why don’t you also state the obvious? What are you afraid of? Once the cat’s out of the bag this cancer will be cured pretty quick. The parasites rely on your silence for their survival. We don’t need to shoot any of them, of course; state secessions or some other, even more elegant solution is probably at hand, then ‘terrorism’ will suddenly disappear from the world.
Carol and I usually remember to etherically hammer the cr@p out of the FBI schmucks who do the crimes, also doing the culpable postmasters at the same time. It’s not a legitimate human quality to be a parasite or predator, so they’re wonderfully vulnerable in the etheric realm, which I think is more important than the physical one.
If you’re a militant pacifrist you’ll vehemently condemn our approach but, of course, you’re not a threat to the parasitic order so you won’t be harmed, unless you get in the way of one of their impersonal genocide campaigns. It happens to a few of us so often, though, that we don’t always get around to dealing with it. I know how much parasites dread exposure, so I’m hoping that by resuming these reports of their crimes against us it will slow it down a bit. These corporate sewer rats can be such a pain in the @$$!
~Don
