This is one place, one investigation and (at this point) pure speculation. However, It aligns with a group of ultra wealthy people who have, for decades, taken innocent children into elite rings of abuse by royalty, wealthy and eliete officials. It has been covered up and protected rather than released and allowed to continue. With this type of authorization, is it a stretch to say that they also pay for human safaris to hunt civilians in war torn/lawless nations? How many other places and people?
In the Air Force, I worked on the e4B Doomsday plane. One of many options the president has to control a war while moving. There are 4 of them in circulation, one near the president, one one standby and two in maintenance and inspection.
I thought 911 was a terrorist attack and I thought we would sort our what happened and heal as a nation. I was sold on the idea that everything was on the up and up and that the government wouldn't lie to it's own people. I was wrong and the first sign of that to me was that the EPA declare the air safe to breath in Manhattan shortly after two of the tallest buildings int he world FULL OF ASBESTOS had just collapsed into plumes of grey clouds, layering on things like grey snow in a blizzard.
The second thing that never made sense to me was the news report of two suspects in custody, arrested on the George Washington Bridge, with a truckload of explosives, enough to take down the whole bridge. RELEASED, NO FOLLOWUP....
So I got into it and a lot of things were just not adding up. So I called Alex Jones. I explained to him how the e4B was sighted in D.C. on 911 when it should have been near the president in Florida. A piece to the puzzle that I wanted to contribute. But then he followed up in his gruff inquisitive voice, "What do you think that means?" Here he was asking for speculation and while I had my theories they would not contribute to a clear picture of what happened, I said I didn't know and left my piece to the puzzle on the table.
I try to adhere to the secrecy rules from my time in the Air Force, but this story wasn't coming out accurately. They once told me everything about the plane is top secret and I kept my word about it, even to friends, then years later I saw a youtube tour of it, so eh?
I am very much an introvert, worse, one with anxiety. So the smallest and quietest I could be was always best. I would hide and draw under the bleachers and in the library as long as I could get away with. Only about four people signed my Senior yearbook. One of them was another quiet kid, Derek Chauvin.
Reporters have contacted me over the years and I just block them. I didn't know him well enough to give any accurate context as to his character. I could have included this as something enticing in my biography, but this is not and was not the main focus of my life.
Thinking of what I remember of him is not how he is portrayed. I think thats true of anyone who. know someone in real life. If you see someone, no matter how heinous the act, you still have a sense of understanding of the environment and conditions created the crossroads from what their bodies were in contact with the real world, different time, place, people, etc and you have entirely different outcomes.
I saw a documentary on Jeffery Dahmer in which those who knew him cried while the world cheered at the news of his death. There was the Party Monster in NY that killed Angel 'his indebted dealer' did his prison time and got out but couldn't sell his art. He had one friend that helped him do a YouTube show and supported him and I was angry at his friend for doing that but when he died his friend said something deep and I don't remember the exact phrasing but it was something like "Even the worst person, especially the worst person that hse nobody needs at least one person to notice them and recognize them" I haven't and wont be that for Derek because I don't really know him and this national attention probably has many people looking out for him (for the wrong reasons) But I have helped others that seemed to have nobody else, for that reason.
So I include this anecdote, not as substance to my memoir but at a part of history and reflection.
If you would allow me to have one opinion in this matter. To me, it feels like a (face) was needed to represent a system that was not doing its job and this was a tragedy that didn't have to happen to George Floyd or Derek Chauvin. I believe that defunding the police is meant to address the demilitarization and allocation of trained crisis counselors and other outreach (better spent) not eliminated entirely.
I worked as an orderly at a Minnesota State institution in Cambridge MN. We were taught holds like the one Derek was doing, we did them often. A couple years after I left Cambridge, a resident was held and passed away. The institution was closed and there were new laws written about this type of engagement with vulnerable adults.
Some individuals described here have a history of filing lawsuits; this account is not presented as fact but as personal recollection, opinion, and commentary on behavior I personally observed or was told about at the time. (Referenced video material is included.) This is my third time telling this story so I will try to tell it in a way that is both complete and in other aspects than my book and subsequent journal. Of all my life experiences I keep circling memories of this one and process it in new ways.
ONLINE VIDEO CHATTING ( Jewsie, Phantom, wb (me) )
While chatting in online video forums, one large man named Phantom popped up. He told us the woman in the background was his wife, she wasn't. She was his sister. They had just inherited a house after their parents passed away and they sold it, split the money, bought new cars and rented an apartment and did hardcore drugs for two years until the money was gone.
They were evicted and became homeless at the same time a large political movement was taking protestors the the streets (cant remember why) but he pretended to be with their cause and ended up on the news saying "This is why I am out here in the rain and the cold making my voice heard." He was that good at taking advantage of any situation, highly adaptable.
He sold sticks of inscents sprayed with something that would get you high and sold them for $1ea. His sister and her boyfriend (who got her preggo) would meet up in the morning and get a couple handfulls and 'serve' in the other side of Salt Lake City. Until other people who were doing the same thing as them clamped down and threatened them. He was jumped in the homeless shelter and lost some teeth but claims he won because he still had his smokes.
He was then sleeping on the sidewalk, broadcasting all of this everyday by the way. My wife had just left, with the kids and I was home alone in a rural Wisconsin town. I felt bad, I never want to see someone sleeping on the sidewalk. cement is hard. I slept over at a friends once that had no bed and the floor was cement, it was so hard to fall asleep and kept waking up. miserable. So I offered to let him stay with me for a while and bought him a bus ticket. Then instantly worried about his character and how I would sometimes have my kids and I panicked. I told him HE could refund the bus ticket and he gladly took the $180 or whatever it was. Next scene he was eating a big plate at a diner.
JEWSIE
Jewsie (we called him that but his screen name was originally I G*s Jews w/a for *) ((he didn't get me then and wont now)) The reason he chose that name was because he would get into debates with people and record it, then edit them out say his full name in an angry tone (out of context) he had folders of clips of people angrily yelling this phrase.
Jewsie had filed a lawsuit against his employer and created a narrative in which his supervisor was making sexual advances. He later told me it wasn't true. Jewsie laughed about how the supervisor threw a chair in rage during the deposition, costing him the case and giving Jewsie enough $ to move out of his parents house.
He got very lucky, because of the craftsmanship of the rural area he chose the house was very sound and very cheap. He moved in and began destroying what was a very sound construction by neglect and just doing things like running a portable dishwasher with water that ran through the floorboards, rotting them away. He had won the lawsuit and a great cheap house, he thought he could do both again.
He purchased a house (unseen) in rural New York. He thought he got a good deal and hired a local handyman to repair it. Then the deck was missing, people were in and out of the area and Jewsie was panicked about his investment. Phantom had no home, Jewsie had no trusted monitor, they talked and hatched a plan.
GOING TO NEBRASKA FROM MINNESOTA
My girlfriend at the time and I were not getting along so I was staying at a motel for a week. Jewsie called me and said he heard from the chat that I was staying in a motel. He offered to have me come watch his house while he went to New York to work on his other property for six moths. I agreed and started south through DesMoins during a whiteout blizzard, the snow and washer was sticking to the windows, it was so crazy and fun, like driving amazon trucks in the winter, only without a dispatch.
I am not exaggerating when I say the blizzard stopped and the snows stopped right as I approached Jessie's village. The sun was out and the people in the town store said it had not snowed there yet this winter. It would only snow twice, but once would be a bomb cyclone. The church lady's came into the village diner and while they were conversing at their table I heard one say "She left for California with that Negro." and another later said "When that snow came I had to go out and do a couple scoops."
A nearby village (thats what the pocket towns branching off the main Country road were called, each with decorated welcome signs) has a Godfather pizza and one guy parks his riding mower in a car spot to have lunch everyday. The hardware store there carried everything household, the nearest Walmart is about and hour and a half each way. There was a fundraiser with an open box of cash on the counter and no cameras. Probably more all knowing than all trusting but still quaint. Another nearby village had a restaurant called EAT (in an old bank) and it was sooo good, better than anything I've ever had. The chef was a culinary artist who learning in California and his mother helped, there was a new waitress every time I went there because he was always yelling at them. It was written about in Omaha newspapers and highly regarded, very very good. I used to have photos, I have to just be vaguer than I'd like to be the photos would have convinced you.
PHANTOMS JOURNEY
Meanwhile, Earlier. Jewsie left Nebraska just before I arrived, house trashed, probably embarrassed. He had said he was cleaning for the past 24 hours. I went down to the store and bought cleaning supplies and spent 3 bottles of cleaner and 8 rolls of paper towels to clean off the large greasy kitchen table, pulled up my brought office chair and sat there, at my computer in the peaceful Nebraska sun. His shower curtain was solid with mineral deposits and mold, I ordered a new one from amazon that would not arrive until nearly a month later, as I was leaving.
wb: whats the wifi?
Jewsie: You want internet?
wb: Yes
Jewsie: Ok, I'll call Centurylink and have them turn it back on.
wb: Thank you! Send wifi info.
Jewsie: XXXX Ill have to add $40/mo for it.
Jewsie: You want trash pick up too? It's $80 a month more?
wb: YES PLEASE
to self(usually people get paid to housesit)
I was grateful for the time alone (not fighting with someone)
and I knew he had a very unstable temper. I would have never agreed to stay there WHILE he was there.
Jewsie had left Nebraska and was with some guy whom I never saw and never spoke but apparently would do what Jewsie said and give him money? (unsure). He wanted to suprise Phantom before he left so he could see what was really going on and 'puinish' Phantom in some way.
Here is what happened. Jewsie mailed Phantom in Salt Lake City, a key. Then arranged for him to fly to California and get a car out of storage. Which he did. Then drive back to Salt Lake City to get his belongings and cat. then to Nebrsaka to stay with Jewsie for a night and talk and not be allowed to use his toilet, then all the way to New York to Jessie's distressed property. When in which jewsie would order him around (Phantom posted all the txt chats I will try to find). Phantom would comply then gradually fall off and disobey. When Phantom arrived there was no working plumbing or heat, shit in the wash machine. Some of the antics were funny and some were sad. I'll fill this entry in more as I have time. but here are the videos from this.
FOLLOW UP
When this happened, Jewsie confronting Phantom in NY. I got bits and pieces of it and then Phantom posted the whole txt chat (still looking for it). After Phantom left Jewsies house in NY, Jewsie and his minion were going to live in it and fix it up for six months. He quickly learned that it isn't like the Youtube videos where carpenters quickly slide precut perfectly fitting pieces and nail gun them perfectly in seconds. Houses are work, houses in disrepair are sometimes so bacd they need to just start over from the foundation or even new foundations. One day I was leaning back in the sun considering even reading (something I never do) but thats how relaxing it was. Then I got a message
COMING BACK...
Scared I drove around and found an apartment for rent, I applied and waited for approval while he was on his way back. Our stay DID overlap. I was there for about 3 days before I got it where Jewsie was there. I treaded very lightly and stayed int he basement. We went to lunch at Godfathers and he described in detail the way he had thought about dismembering Phantom and where he'd hide the pieces. He did not know I had an apartment until I was taking that last of my belongings to my van out back.
Cars and trucks parked in the grass, loved that by the way. Whenever we would go visit my grandpas farm, wed park on the grass and most places in Wisconsin you used to do that and it just seems and feels free, but not so much in this context here.
The 'garden level' (ground floor) apartment lease was for a year but I could only do a couple months before I went back to MN to be closer to my kids. I drove back to MN and brought them down once. At one point I couldn't see them because I was trapped for a time during a Bomb Cyclone, some were airlifted. But that is in my book. One night I heard landscape rocks grinding softly and turned off my computer. I saw a silhouette of a man Jewsies size and as I approached my ground floor window to open it a figure was walking towards his house in the dark.
Side notes;
Phantom was one of those people that NEVER brushes their teeth. His mouth was rotten. He showed it to the camera and I took a screenshot. I eventually ended up making a full pillowcase out of it on Zazzle to encourage people who went to bed without brushing to get back up.
Phantom may have left a cat at the hotel with a note before taking his flight. There was a mention of it no cat seen after.
Before Phantom left Salt Lake city for L.A. he needed to complete a project online to get paid but he said his roommate spent the electric bill money so the power was turned off. He, on camera (why I love him) went out back and used bolt cutters to cut open the locked panel near the alley and just switched it back on! hahaha.
I appreciate Phantoms candidness, friendship and public records. In my experience, Jewsie is a liar and will throw you under the bus, not out of necessity but seemingly to see your guts spill out. You can pound Nebraska hay.
My website and videos are taking a break and/or complete for now. Still seeking an outlet I am thinking about publicly journaling here again for a while.
As a kid playing video games, you feel invincible. You can easily defeat hundreds of characters and with a little practice, a boss. But the characters in the program respawn every time the game is copied and restarted, multiplying and not really dying but appearing to die to the player while easily continuing to respawn and multiply for generations outliving the real player and all of their relatives.
I saw a picture of 30 eagles bunched together and they looked SLIGHTLY more like a dock infestation than the majestic giant I saw on the side of the road in the country once eating a deer (it flew over my hood and its wings were like the size of my car!) Making me wonder about how one of something carrys with it an invisible added sense of value and appreciation.
Reminding myself to not say things in order to appear a certain way. It seems like a low self esteem overcompensates by telling this or saying that to imply you are greater or better at something that can come off as ego, arrogance or condescension when the source is often feeling that levels them to equal.
