Patrick’s continuing survival under horrific conditions has been a pet project for us since the spring of 03 and we’ve gotten plenty of confirmation from his wife, Sherry, for our efforts to preserve him from incessant murder attempts by the feds and by their creature, the Alabama prison warden who is holding him. If you’re not familiar, Patrick was a Sherriff Deputy who brought a couple of bureaucrats to justice in Alabama after they were caught importing drugs for the CIA. Patrick was later framed for murder and railroaded into prison in the late 80s. Prison for cops is effectively a death sentence, of course, but Patrick is well respected and even revered by most of the inmates, both black and white.
Lynda’s been taking him under her etheric wing lately and I’ve let Sherry know this. AFter the latest round of poisonings, which had brought Patrick close to death’s door again, he’s doing much better and outside doctors are being allowed to look after him, finally. They note that the ‘medication’ he was being given in prison doesn’t make any sense, by the way, which is perhaps their polite way of acknowledging that the warden has been trying to erase Patrick.
Sherry agrees with my observation, by the way, that 61 year old Patrick, who is as cautious as possible with his diet under the circumstances, might have expired by now if he were free and enjoying the typical Southern fried cuisine [Image Can Not Be Found] I know that the federal murdermongers are reading this report so I’m enjoying the sweet irony of this realization.
When we approached Lynda’s home in Barnesville, Georgia on Monday, by the way, we noticed a small blue hole overhead in the regional heavy rainstorm we’d been driving through all morning and the previous day. Carol and I knew right away that Lynda was making it without a cloudbuster. When we left that afternoon it continued to rain heavily all the way to Florida, where re reached the southern limit of that storm system. That was the only hole in the overcfast that we’d seen in three days, in fact.
She came under the gun, by the way, as soon as we left and was particularly savaged by teh occult/corporate minions for a few days. The Operators give us back tenfold whatever the minions manage to take from us, though, and I expect to see a change in her fortunes pretty soon.
We all pay for our selfless service, of course [Image Can Not Be Found] but it’s well worth it, don’t you agree?