This In Between Two Assassination Attempts On President Ford --- Both In Northern Cal, One In August, The Other In September 1975 --- These Headline Events & Other Bizarre, But Less Publicized Occurances --- Like Omens Of Evil Somehow Ambiguously Connected To Me & My Arrival Arrival Portland

My Arrival In Portland Only Hours Prior To The FBI's Capture?? Of 'Rich Brat' Gone 'Radical' Patty Hearse In San Francisco --- This Only Days Between Two 'Staged' 'Psy Ops' Assassination Attempts On President Ford --- One By A Manson Murder Cult Member In Sacramento --- The Other 'Staged' Attempt In San Francisco By FBI Informant Sara Jane Moore --- Fresh Memories Of Girlfriend's Drug & Alcohol Induced Revelations Of "...Plans For Me Up North..." Only 6 Weeks Weeks Before In July 1975 --- Trying To Adapt & Reinvent Myself In Portland ---

Sub-Parts I through IV--- To PART 5 Of This 13 Part
Synopsis & Epilogue To: "1979"

 

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My Arrival In Portland Punctuated By Radical' Patty Hearse's Capture In
San Francisco Later That Week --- Two Separate Presidential Assassination Attempts And Other Weird Events Then Unfolding ---

Prompt Ominous Forebodings In My Already Wary & Suspicious Mind --- Mutual Curiosity & Hospitality From Most Of The Locals --- Anti-Californian Xenophobia From A Few

September '75 Move To Portland --- Heiress 'Gone Radical' Patty Hearse's Capture By FBI In 'Frisco' That Same Week Assassination Attempt on President Ford in Sacramento --- Days Prior To Another 'Bogus' Assassination Attempt --- Events Evoking Memories Of The June '72 Assassins Pistol Scam Laid On Me By An L.A. Sheriff's Informant --- Only Day After The May '72 Shooting Of Presidential Candate George Wallace --- Heiress Radical Hearse's Escape From The Firey Death Of Her Comrades In L.A. In March '74 --- Not Far From My Home In Covina --- Other Bizarre News Events Set Off Alarms In My Head

The Apparently Bogus ‘Lone-Nut’ Assassination Attempt on President Ford in San Francisco --- October '75 --- By Sara Jane Moore
--- An FBI Informant No Less --- Really Puts -The 'Assassination 'Burr In The Saddle' - In The Back Of My Brain
--- This Only 3 Weeks After My Arrival As A Californian Ex Patriot In Portland

Reviving Memories Of Some Three & Half Years Earlier --- With The Sniper's Pistol Forced On Me By An L.A. Sheriff's Informant Back In June '72 --- Just Days After The Shooting Of Former Governor Wallace A '72 Presidential Candidate --- Also Reviving Memories Of The March '74 Shoot-Out & House Fire Killing SLA Radical group members --- And Heiress Radical Patty Hearse's Mysterious Good Fortune At being away from the SLA Hideout when the LAPD surrounded it and burned it to the ground killing members Donald Defrese and others.

Evoke Memories The Satanically Oriented & Elaborately Pre-Arranged Easter 1975 Rock Concert Weekend In San Francisco I Suspect Serves As 'Cover' For Some Secret Agenda There --- That My Portland Girl's Involved in Somehow ---

Sets Off Alarms & Further Intensify My Curiosity About My Girl's Slip of the Lip Comment About Plans for Me Up North --- Girlfriend tries to monoplize my activities & Control me --- prompting me To wonder what the real reasons Why the Portland Ruling Class why One Horse Town like Portland Would ban Monty Python' Comedy Show From Local TV Portland TV A Clear Ind

Chapter 22. of "1979" takes place during that time period from Saturday September 13, on through mid-October 1975 and is entitled thus; Portland, Oregon --- 'America's Most Livable City' Possibly America's Most 'Snitched-Out' City TooPortland 'Thought Police' Ban British Ban on 'Monty Python' on Local PBS-TV & Other Weird Mid-1970's Mind-Control Shit--- Combined with xenophobic, Anti-Californian, environmentally coated fascist tendencies --- My L.A.-Urban refugee reactions--- The Portland 'Snitch' network cost me a delivery job my first week in town, further confirming my suspicions about Portland In this particular chapter of "1979" I recount how my fiancé from Portland, Karen and made the usually six-hour trip to Portland in something like seven or eight hours what with the load we were towing behind her little VW Bug.

As I recall we left sometime around or just after dusk, on Saturday evening, September 12, 1975 en route to Portland --- what's more my girlfriend breaks out some two-hits of LSD, at which I flinch a bit, what with the drive and all and besides I then rarely if ever took the drug except on special occasions --- but as this was special occasion of sorts and was perhaps the fucking proverbial "Highway to Hell" for me.

I took the hit she gave me and off we up Interstate 5, during which time I witnessed what was the most violent and long lasting series of lightening and thunders storms that I had ever witnessed at any time prior or at any time since that that mid-September 1975 evening and night, and lasted all the way to somewhere around Eugene as I seem to recall.

On the way up we stopped at a Chinese restaurant somewhere around Medford, Oregon and made several bathroom stops along the way as well, before arriving in Portland, sometime in the early predawn hours of the following Sunday morning thereat my fiancés grandma's place located in the Overlook District of North Portland next to Swan Island.

This chapter also recounts my first and last day at a delivery job I got in Portland only days after my arrival there for a small printing company located in Northeast Portland driving the company delivery vehicle around town.

On my first day on the job sent another employee with me to show me the locations of the pickups and who to deal with, and everything went perfectly, so we headed back to Portland from some place near Tigard and as the temperature reached over 90 degrees that day and we had already completed our deliveries I parked and went into local mom & pop kind of store that sold beer and wine, and I grabbed a soda for my co-worker and one can of beer for myself.

I should first off mention that in 1975, an Oregon Driver's license didn't come with photos as did the ones in California, although they were only black & white then,

And I would add that the only place that one could buy hard liquor in Oregon in 1975 was if one went to what was called an "Oregon State Liquor Store"--- these were grim, bleak looking affairs, painted in dull colors without one scrap of anything on the walls, and were customers stood in line and requested their alcohol from some dude behind a bank-teller window with little bars, although at this time in September 1975 I had never set foot in one as I was only a beer drinker and a 'pot smoker'.

The thing is that if anyone wanted to buy alcohol in the State of Oregon the rules were that you either had a picture I.D. that was granted by the Oregon State Liquor Commision, commonly referred to as a 'OLCC' card --- of if you were from out of state --- you had to have a picture I.D. from one's respective state, as was the case with me who had a California Driver's License with a full-face black & white photo on it.

During those visits that my fiancé and I made to Portland since December 1974 and only some months earlier in that very year 1975 --- I had used my California Drivers license as proper acceptable I.D. and was then sold the beer by the store clerk without any problems whatsoever --- although I would sometimes get sneered at for being from California, as the anti-Californian sentiment were quite pervasive in those days.

Retuning now to the store just south of Portland on that hot mid-September day in 1975 --- when I should this grouchy, middle-aged, son-of-a-bitch looking clerk my California License as proper I.D. he sneered at me and refused to sell me a crummy can of beer which pissed me off and so I told the old coot to go fuck-off, left the store empty handed and returned directly to my then place of employment --- the printing shop in Northeast Portland.

When I got there --- the boss and owner of the place who his employees referred to somewhat derisively thereas "The Condor" because of the big-ass Ford Thunderbird he drove around in with his blow-dried hair due, --- called me in his office and kooked out for about 10 minutes or so and told me I was fired.

This was because the shitty little store clerk therein Tigard that refused to sell a lousy can of beer, must have spied the phone number painted on the door of the late model Ford Ranchero I used to make deliveries in.

I was to shocked to say a word and after "The Condor" had his little temper tantrum I simply asked when I could pick-up my check and left.

As ridiculous as this sounds --- this was a blessing in disguise for whereas it showed just how miserably mean spirited some of the Portland, Oregon locals could be and it also showed me what a bunch of spying, prying, snitching assholes they were as well. --- This was to be an invaluable lesson to me there as a Southern Californian expatriate a thousand miles from home in Portland.

This chapter cites many such similar instances of the kind of xenophobic, and at times outright unvarnished bigotry that was so pervasive in Portland at the time.

Another weird incident that took place in Portland, was during, or very possibly just after my very first visit there in September 1974, when Karen my fiancé and her friend Sherri who was with Karen, when Thom and I met them hitch-hiking, took ,me over to visit her Sherri's boyfriend at an apartment complex

"The Habitat" or some shit like that and one his roommates pulls out what looked like a 38 caliber revolver and opened fire on me to which I really didn't respond much and all being how it was merely a starter's pistol and all.

I then turned around and looked at the lame smiles on their chicken shit little faces and played it off like nothing which seemed to piss 'em off somehow.

Then there were a lot of really cool and hip young people that I met in Portland, some of which were Karen's friends --- some of whom had made indirect comments to watch out for Karen --- but what the fuck I had already known that and besides that's why I came to Portland with Karen in the first place --- to get to the bottom of whatever kind of scam that was being perpetrated on me at the time and would take yet another three-and-half years --- until March of 1979 before I would be able to find out what kind of plans were being laid out for me in Portland, Oregon ---
"America's Most Livable City" in 1975.

Chapter 22. of "1979" also has some pretty lighter moments in it as well, whereas in some ways Portland in 1975 seemed to remind of that old "Star Trek" series episode there in which Captian Kirk and the crew find themselves in a kind of parallel universe --- therein which things seem very much the same --- but are in fact quite different underneath it all.

Now moving on to Chapter 23. --- This chapter takes place from September on through mid October 1975 --- I've titled this one as follows:

Media Hyping Portland's Masses

On 'Radicals', 'Lone-Nut Assassins', 'Californicators'

& 'Acceptable Losses' & 'The Survivability of

Nuclear War Against The Soviets'

Shortly after my arrival in Portland, Oregon during one afternoon in mid-September 1975, I recall reading in the local state newspaper; "The Oregonian" about the death of the movie actor who starred in "Zebriske Point" , a young man in his twenties named _______ Frechette, who reportedly died in a prison basement lifting weights --- a great place to put a body if you murder a guy in prison, which I learned first hand having spent time in court tanks with felons and a few that I knew personally on the outside as well.

What caught my attention about this __ year-old actor in the first place was the fact that I literally had to wonder as to whether he was under some kind of mind-control whereas ---Frechette gave away 50 Grand from his movie earnings, joined a commune near Boston, --- and then got suckered into some apparently lame ass

Bank robbery & ­­_ to _ years at the Massachusetts State Pen

 

This Actor turned inmate ________ Frechette was working on the production of "__________" before his neck was pulled out from under a set of heavy body builder weights --- A commonly used form of murder used in prison with just enough plausibility to be played off as just an accident --- yeah right.

 

It was only days after my arrival in Portland, thereas a first time resident

--- that on September 18, 1975 "The Oregonian", the local TV and radio stationsal jnoined in to media-hype, the capture of Patty Hearst & other Symbionese Liberation Army leaders in San Francisco --- this being the very same week I arrived in Portland, on the previous Sunday September 14, 1975.

 

This was the granddaughter, (or possibly great granddaughter of William Randolph Hearst the notorious war-mongering, race baiting, neo-fascist newspaper mogul from California --- The scumbag who used the term "marijuana" instead of hemp to demonize pot-smokers in the late 1930's .

 

This Patty Hearst supposedly went from being a kidnapping victim --- who then bonded with her radical leftist captors --- to become a fashion chic, beret wearing, machine gun-toting, radical for a group of government informant and agent provocateurs and stooges who called themselves the "Symbionese Liberation Army".

 

This chapter examines how Patty Hearst's so call capture by the FBI in San Francisco was just another media-hyped scam, apparently contrived and executed to create reactionary stirs and further increase polarization in the collective me-too mentality of the American public that were losing faith in their corrupted and deceitful government one year after President Nixon was forced from office over the CIA sponsored Watergate scam and then only nine-months later with America's final and humiliating defeat in Vietnam, on April 30, 1975.

Another front page article from September 1975 that I came across in "The Oregonian" was an article captioned;

"Attacking nation might suffer"
---"Man could survive atomic war"

Having had some of my non-combatant relatives incinerated alive by that "Yankee Doodle Dandy" of an Atomic bomb dropped on them at Nagasaki in August 1945 --- I found this asinine and moronically stupid concept repugnant on both intellectual and moral grounds as well --- but I would guess that there were plenty of folks in Portland that were morally and intellectually dishonest enough to buy into this one.

In the September 21, 1975 edition of "The Oregonian" ran headlines reporting that 1963 JFK presidential assassination patsy Lee Harvey Oswald supposedly called the Soviet Embassy in Mexico ---- ostensibly therein connection on how to use those wacky fucking "magic-bullets" in his mail-order Italian made, Manlichter-Carcano rifle --- to make President Kennedy's brains blow out the back of his head, by shooting at the President's limo from the rear of it --- forget the shots on the 'grassy knoll' and the Zapruder film folks --- it's Portland, what the fuck. ---

I seem to recall seeing this headline when I grabbed the paper to look in the want ads for job in Portland.

 

Another news event that media-hyped to death in "The Oregonian" as well as local TV, and radio stations --- and which took place only 7 days after my arrival in Portland --- and which also took place in San Francisco on September 21, 1975 the

patently bogus assassination attempt on that mindlessly stupid and clumsy boob ---

President Gerald R. Ford in San Francisco by local Bay Area activist Sara Jane Moore.

 

 

75 FBI informant Sara Jane Moore makes an apparently intentional half-assed attempt on President Ford also in San Francisco --- less than one-week after my arrival in Portland ---

 

An October 1975 edition of the "Berkley Barb" newspaper reported that President Ford's supposed "would be" assassin ---- Mrs. Sar Jane Moore --- was also reportedly an FBI informant involved in the assassination of a Black Prison Reform Leader in the S.F. Bay area and a lady friend of his --- back in June of 1975.

 

Assuming the "Barb" newspaper has it's facts straight regarding would-be

Presidential assassin Sara Moore 3 months earlier in 1975 --- then I can only conclude that Mrs. Moore was most likely coerced by the FBI to perform the phony assassination attempt on President Ford --- to make the idiotic, clumsy boob appear to the mindless and brainwash individuals in the American public and others

That perhaps President Ford may be worth voting for in the following year.

--- My guess is that FBI informant --- Sara Jane Moore had no choice but to play along with this FBI --- in order to avoid the FBI informants inside the Black Panthers call for her assassination for setting up the Black Prison rights activists back in June 1975.

 

Al this Patty Hearst terrorist bullshit, and her apparently staged capture by the FBI in San Francisco --- in addition to the phony FBI publicity stunt in the form of the bogus assassination attempt on that imbecilic President Ford which also took place in San Francisco the very fucking week I had arrived in Portland really set off alarm bells in my head --- having just went through all that weird shit with my fiancé from Portland thereat the Callahan Days music fest then only 8 weeks earlier in July 1975 --- plus my fiancés little covert Satanic Ritual fling there back on Easter Weekend 1975 as covered in Chapter __ of "1979" --- then only some six months earlier in September 1975 which made me wonder what kind of scam I then presently being set up for.

Another little news item which appeared in the "The Oregonian" newspaper within days of my arrival in Portland appeared in the September 27, 1975 edition and was captioned : "PGE [Portland General Electric] gets 24.7 % --- [rate] increase, [PGE] will ask for an additional 20%"

 

That's like a 47 percent increase to utility ratepayers offset the exorbitant cost multi-million dollar overruns from the then brand Trojan nulcear Power plant, near Portland at Rainer, Oregon.

 

A little oved two-and-a-half years later in April 1978 --- FBI photos of my having attended an anti-nuke power rally at Portland's Riverfront Park were to be mixed in with those anti-nukers that went out there again only days later tol protest President Carter's nuclear power policies, whereby the photos of me at the later April 1978 anti-nuke rally --- were to be relabeled to make it appear I was anti-President Carter --- as well as anti-nuker during Carter's visit to Portland the following week. --- I voted for Carter in November 1976 and I am still proud that I did so.

 

Then on that following year thereon March 27, 1979 --- I had my interview with the then still living agent Donald Robinson --- at Portland Secret Service field offices in Portland wearing my 70's style leather bomber's jacket with the custom made, two tone leather anti-nuke insignia I had embroidered on one shoulder sleeve ---

And to make thing more ironic --- the U.S. Secret Service field offices were located at the ultras modern PGE office complex located in downtown Portland.

 

About 12 hours after my inter view at the U.S. Secret Service field offices in Portland on Tuesday March 27, 1979 --- the start of the Three Mile Island nuclear disaster was to take place in the predawn hours of March 28, 1979 --- and was to captivated America's attention, during the continuous barrage of media-hype that lasted well into the first half of April 1979.

 

I will cover these events from 1978 and 1979 in subsequent chapters covered in this synopsis to my book; "1979" therein respective chronological order a bit later, ---

But for now I wil continue on with those events from the fall of 1975 --- as reported therein Chapter 24.

It was to be just over one year later, by October 1976 --- I was to find out just how I right I was --- and how all of my suspicions were more than justified and then some ---

 

I smell a rat to be sure --- but at the end of the day --- it apparently all has nothing to do with me ----- however since the June 1972 attempted frame-up with a scoped assassin’s pistol only 3 weeks after the assassination attempt on Governor Wallace --- along with then recent events, such as the bizarre, bloody, incredibly revealing events at the Callahan Days mountain music festival in mid-July 1975 --- both involving my fiancé and my friend Greg this kind of stuff makes suspicious ---

 

It waqsn’t until One year & one month later in mid-October 1976

 

All Reviving Then Recent Memories Of My March '75 Easter Weekend Rock Concert Visit To The S.F. Bay Area --- I Suspect Served As Cover For Girlfriend To Attend A Covert Satanic Sabbath --- As I Was Diverted, Sightseeing --- And The Firey & Blood Events At Callahan Days Only 2 Months Earlier lso Girlfriend's Spontaneaous Combustion & Revelations At The July '75 'Callahan Days' Music Festival --- Followed By Greg's Stabbing There The Following Night\

My Arrival In Portland Mid-September '75 As A 'Californicator' --- This The Week Of 'Rich Brat' Gone 'Radical' Patty Hearse's Capture In 'Frisko' --- In Between Two Different Assassination Attempts On President Ford --- Both 'Would-Be' Assassins, 'Californicators' --- One FBI Informant In 'Frisko' --- The Other A Manson Family Murder Cult Freak Member --- All Reviving Memories Of Then Recent Events & Misadventures --- The March '75Satanic Easter Weekend In The S.F. Bay Area --- Followed By Girlfriend's 'Spontaneous Combustion At Callahan Days --- Followed By Greg's Near Fatal Stabbing the Next Night irlfreind's In July

No Less --- Portland "America's Most Livable City" --- Quite Possibly "America's Most Snitched Out" City Too --- My 1st Year There September '75 Thru October '76

 

 

My First 13 Months In Portland From Mid-September '75, Through Mid-October '76 --- My Fall '75 Job At Celanese Pipe --- It's Connections To Future Spring '78 Frame Up Scams In Portland & Vancouver, Washington --- The Murder Of A Portland Restauranteur I Just Met And Other Weird Events

3rd Stop on Assassination Revelation Weekend March 24 - 25, 1979 at my Westslope apartment near Portland --- “Flashing Back” to mid-September 1975, when I moved to Portland from Northern California ---- The weird, wild, woolly and sometimes murderous events there --- during that Lucky 13 Month time period I spent there from until mid-October1976 --- One day prior to Greg's visit to Portland en route from --- yes you guessed it Idaho --- forcing me to bring the situational circumstances and events to finally come to head.

Chapter 26. of "1979" --- Early-May through mid-September 1976
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Signs of Surveillance --- Subterfuge

Glimpse of An Ambiguously Vague, Yet Ominously Real Conspiratorial Objective --- Deeper & Darker

--- Late Spring '76 Recalibrations of My Internal Radar
--- Bicentennial 4th of July - Summertime '76 in Portland
--- Going With My k Gut Instincts & Free Falling Into Fall
--- Considering a Separation & Move Back to L.A. County

Furniture Making --- Working Temporary Jobs in Portland--- Snortin' A Few Lines of This & That --- Celebrating the American Bicentennial 4th of July '76 --- The Burl Wood Table Business & Trip To Northern California --- Snortin' A Few Lines of This & That --- Girlfriend's acting Jealous mmm??


March or April '76 I sell my British mini-panel truck to Mark, a friend of my Girl's brother … Now long-since deceased in the 1990's I'm told
--- I purchase some airbrushes & a 'C.O. - 2' tank with the dough ---
I Try a little sign painting on the side between Manpower Temp jobs ---
By June '76 I'm Making a little furniture with Randy a 21 year-old, getting burned & almost into a fight with A local 'pot' dealer --- Another dealer commissions some furniture & likes the job & finances Randy & I in a Redwood Burl table business making venture by late July or early August '76 for subsequent sales on consignment --- Snortin' a few lines of coke, crank, THC & smoking 'Thai-Stick 'pot' --- Portland Police Detectives tip their hand whilst I'm blazing on Acid --- Surveillance from undercover FBI? CIA?? posing as telephone linemen ---

Late July or August '76 a genuinely fun & trippy road-trip to Crescent City, California for burls & then to the Oregon Coast to harvest chainsaw driftwood bases --- I spot some friends from Yreka on the Klamath River Highway No. 96 Get some homegrown to dry on the dashboard & tool down the highway in brand new Chevy ¾ ton that sucks gas mm

Henry from my old neighborhood in Covina appears semi pay Karen & I a visit --- Henry from my old crew in Covina & Eugene Oregon Transplant turns up in Portland for Physical Therapy --- I suspect of visiting my girl on the sly when I'm out of town --- I stayed with Henry for a couple or three days on the way back to Yreka from Portland during my Post Labor Day Weekend visit in September 1974 --- my initial visit to 'America's Most Livable City' 1974 . --- Henry also started a riot at Huntington Beach in 1969, before splitting to Boulder to live with what sounded like Colorado's answer to L.A.'s Manson Family,
Before plugging into the whole Jesus Freak thing --- I believe that Henry had a bit of the old devil in him still at the time --- Was he part of the set-up ? What about his cult like church connections at the Jesus Freak Church he went to in Eugene & that Cult of Devil Freaks he lived with in Boulder back in 70? 71?

Henry quit dope & split to Eugene sometime in '72 or possibly '73 became a Jesus Freak & takes me to this church & some kind of religious freak show shit so scary it's like a freaking 'f'n' cult trip for Christ bullshit --- I actually started getting paranoid that these suckers might kidnap my ass & try to brain-wash me --- Luckily for me I got out of there & followed through on my initial plans & arrived at my then new home
in Montague population about 800, about 8 miles east of Yreka & Interstate 5, & 20 plus miles south of the Oregon border.

September, possibly late August 1976, Discussing the option of separation

A reconciliation of sorts - Decision to move out of the house after placing the two dogs into good homes Moving out of the place on 60th & Burnside & into an apartment close to downtown Portland on Southeast 16th .

27. of "1979" --- Mid-September 1976 through mid-October 1976
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Hearts of Darkness Illuminate
Then Ongoing Conspiratorial Objectives
--- As I Smoke, Sip & listen to 'Lynyrd Skynyrd'

Mid October '76 of Flagrantly Open Betrayal --- A Cross Over Moment For The Intended Patsy 'Chain-Reactions' & 'Revelations' that Followed in Portland --- direct links to the
the Spontaneous Combustion Fire & the Bloody & Bizarre Events at Callahan Days July '75

--- Greg's Mid-October '76 visit to our 16th Street Apartment in Portland in mid-October '76 Results in Openly Flagrant & Lewd conduct between Greg & My Girl --- Giving Girlfriend Notice I'm leaving by phone during my lunch break --- Drinking Wine & Playing 'Skynyrd' Rock Music
Revelatory Events that Followed

Bizarrely Licentious Behavior by 'Fiance' & 'Friend' ---
Creates series of incidents --- Resulting in Revelations of Deeper, Darker & more Sinister Implications of a plot which requires my presence in Portland --- Best Conclusive & demonstrative of this being the job offer I received by phone sometime after 8:00 pm as I recall that very same night --- whereas I expected that if anyone at all would call it would be my girl & I would automatically hang-up when I heard her voice ---

This was like 'F'n' Déjà vu all over again
And kicked in whole delivery job snitch scene which got me fired my first week in Portland 13 months earlier in mid-September '75 covered in Chapter __.

 

 

 

 

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Pt 5 Sub Part 2

Life In Portland October - December 1975 ---

Job Pipe Warehouse Job --- It's Then Future Upcoming Links To Then Future 'Frame-Ups' Events In Portland By April 1978 --- Directly Connected My Present Situation At The Portland Hilton In March 1979

Pervasive Portland Cost Me --- The October '75 Pipe Yard Job Complete With Querries About Then Presidential Candidate Jimmy Carter --- Computer Card Personality Profiling --- And Employees Who Will Episodically Reappear in April '78 Under Highly Suspicious Circumstances --- One Only Days Prior To Then Future President Carter's May _ - _ '78 Stay In Portland

My New Job At Celanese Pipe --- Head Games From An Ex-Military Asshole --- Personality & Political Queries About the upcoming '76 Presidential Election --- Two of the Celanese Employees Would Later Turn-up Some Two and a Half Years Later April 1978 --- As I'm Being Set-up For The 'Frame-up' I'm Being Set-up for Presently in March '79

 

My New Job At Celanese Pipe --- Head Games From An Ex-Military Asshole --- Personality & Political Queries About the upcoming '76 Presidential Election --- Two of the Celanese Employees Would Later Turn-up Some Two and a Half Years Later April 1978 --- As I'm Being Set-up For The 'Frame-up' I'm Being Set-up for Presently in March '79

Employees Who Will Episodically Reappear in April '78 Under Highly Suspicious Circumstances
--- One Only Days Prior To Then Future President Carter's May _ - _ '78 Stay In Portland

Employees Who Will Episodically Reappear in April '78 Under Highly Suspicious Circumstances --- One Only Days Prior To Then Future President Carter's May _ - _ '78 Stay In Portland

Chapter 24. of my book "1979"--- takes place from mid-October though mid-December1975, and is entitled;

 

"Assassination Patsy in the Portland Pipeline"

 

October '75 job at Celanese Pipe Warehouse in North Portland --- Two of my fellow Celanese employees were to turn up in Vancouver, Washington and Portland --- over two years later, Karen in late-March '78 & Mike in late April 1978 --- Both times with the same government informant 'Chuck'

therein my presence --- Move to the house at 60th & Burnside ---Psychologically Profiling --- Putting The Intended Patsy Through The Paces @ Celanese Pipe In Portland --- December '75 Job at the Montgomery Ward Mail order warehouse in December after quitting Celanese Pipe & all the weird shit there

 

This chapter of "1979" covering those events and circumstances in which I was involved in from mid-October to mid-December of 1975 --- has direct and indirect links and interwoven connections to subsequent circumstances and events --- in which I was then to become involved in April and May 1978 --- which thus in turn set into motion other related events which were to place me thereat the Presidential Suite of downtown Portland Hilton by February 1979.

 

I would also add that during my two-months of employment at Celanese Pipe located in North Portland --- thereas a forklift driver, warehouseman and shipping clerk --- that I had to submit to certain psychological profiling studies regarding my personality, preferences, desires etc. --- lest I should lose my job if I did not comply.

 

I now believe that these so-called psychological-personality research studies on me were later employed by those subversive elements in the FBI & CIA that my then fiancé had connections to at that period in time in the fall of 1975 --- and that the study was used to find out ways to better manipulate and handle me there in the months to come leading up to March 1979 --- my job at the downtown Portland Hilton --- and the Presidential Suite there with my fingerprints there all over the place.

 

I will remind the reader about my fiance's CIA connections through CIA agent James Sheker --- previously mentioned --- and is covered in much greater depth there that chapter in which the FBI finally arrested Sheker in Yreka --- April 1978

And which is also laid out in my upcoming synopsis of Chapter __. of "1979".

 

Perhaps I should also add that I was subjected to even more intense and bizarre

kinds of f psychological profiling, and crisis response testing only two years later in October 1977 --- and of which is also told there in a faithfully accurate and explicitly detailed account --- later in that portion of this synopsis dealing with Chapter __.

of "1979".

 

Chapter 24. does have some lighter moments to it one event being in December 1974 watching the first episode of "Saturday Night Live" and the skit where John Belushi does his Samari Warrior routine with comedian Richard Prior --- along with some other personal events which took place while I was in Portland, --- events which are not really essential to this synopsis of my book; "1979" at this present time, but will make for some good material to include in the scripting that I have planned for upcoming film, cable TV and satellite radio projects that I have presently in the works.

 

Chapter 24. of "1979" also covers that time frame window in the reported death of George H. White took place --- in October of 1975 --- See NY Times 10 - 26 - 75 page 59, column 4 --- George H. White was notorious not only thereas a long time Federal Bureau of Narcotics agent --- but was somewhat schizoid as well whereas when he wasn't setting people up and busting them for sales and possession of drugs

In the day --- at night George White worked on his other career thereas special agent for the CIA --- whereby White conducted a variety of experiments doing research for the CIA's MK_ULTRA mind control-assassin program --- in which White used prostitutes to lure men back to various rooms and apartments in the San Francisco Bay area in the 1950's and 1960's --- and filmed and recorded the action as CIA contract agent 'hookers' dosed their customers with LSD and a variety of other drugs --- and then filmed and recorded all the action as they had sex, there as part of "Operation Midnite Climax'CIA agent White's activities are covered in greater detail therein Chapter 33. of 1979.

Click on the color photo montage-mini image link below to read about the thencontemporaneous news events which took place from October to December of 1975.

 

 

 

 

 

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Pt 5 Sub Part 3

Playing House In Portland --- My 1st Winter There January - March 1976

December '75 Mail Order Warehouse Job --- Playing House --- Winter '76 Night Art Class At Portland State U. --- Murder Of A Mexican Restaurant Owner In Northwest Portland I Just Met --- Visits From From 'Freinds' In Northern & Southern California --- Spring '76 Working Odd Jobs

Sometime in early 1976 I take Karen to a Mexican Restauarant located in Northwest Portland somewhere around 14th --- I order the Nopales (An Edible Cactus) With Cubed Pork Served by the owner himself --- Mr. Moreno as I recall, who chats with me a bit about the food. --- Two weeks or so later back at my home on 60th & Burnside ---- on my weekend off I read an article in The Oregonian Newspaper --- reporting the stabbing death of Mr. Moreno at or near his restaurant and mention it to girlfriend --- I start to wonder if there is somehow a possible connection between the murder of the Portland restauranteur and my visit there to eat dinner only days earlier.

--- In light of then recent events which took place, throughout Northern California the previous Summer of 1975 ---- and all the other weird shit going onm since I made the move to Portland back in September '75 I decide to bear the murder in mind --- and see what developes.

What possible motive could there be for the Mexican Restaurantuer's murder, just days after my eating there ??? --- That is unless of course the powers that be who set me up for the move to Portland were somehow afraid that the restaurantuer might somehow warn me of the then ongoing plans for me in Portland --- of which I was then already aware of.

My possible, if not probable, regular future visits to eat at the Mexican Restaurant would have the potential to fuck up the secret agenda of plans for me In Portland ---- hence his murder --- or is it possible that the restauranter was worked over and interroagated first ---- the stabbing made to look like an attempted after hours robbery to cover things up.

Quitting The Warehouse --- Christmas '75 Temp Job At A Mail Order

 

Winter '76 Night Art Class At Portland State --- Dinner At The Mexican Restaurant --- The Owner's Death Days Later Suggest A Possible Connection Between Events --- Reviving Then Recent Memories Only Months Before In At Callahan Days July '75 --- And The Weird Easter Weekend March '75 Rock Concert Weekend In San Francisco

Girlfreind Gets 'Control Freaky' & Acts Jealous Over What I'm Reading & My Night Art Class
--- Girlfriend Amuses Herself While I’m At Art Class or Reading On My Off-Hours

Chapter 25. of my book; "1979" is entitled;

"Playing Along in Portland During The Bicentennial Buzz

December '75 --- May 1976" "My Fiancé Goes 'Control Freaky' Over What I Read & My Night Art Class At Portland State University --- I Say 'Fuck Her' & Finish The Course --- Girlfriend Finds New Activities To Amuse Herself While I'm Out At Class or Reading Books"

 

Chapter 25. takes place from --- mid-December 1975 through early-May 1976

and describes my life in Portland at the time --- and how my relationship with my live-in fiancé evolved --- or perhaps --- devolved during this time period.

 

As this was sort of a lull in the storm of events and circumstances --- then presently just over the horizon I feel I can dispense with most of the details whereby I now insert the following thereas a kind of 'subject-tree' & abstract of events covering this time period --- along with a brief mention pertaining to other more detailed events that are both informative as well humorous at times.

Continuous Rain & or Spit drizzle --- My Winter-Quarter Night Art Class at Portland State University --- My General Ambivalence --- Temporary jobs --- Portland State Art Class --- Our rented House @ 60th & Burnside --- Trip back to Yreka to get my mini-truck --- Sporadic domestic differences with my girl over my night art class & reading pursuits --- Applications & interviews for a permanent job --- The incessant rain, drizzle & constant cloudiness hones my --- Dinners over at the relatives --- Class ends & so do my outside social contacts --- I manage to make a few new friends & get a little side-work

 

Bill, our old landlord from Yreka, & whose sentence date was moved ahead whereby we bought his Easter Weekend '75 'Blue Oyster Cult' --- 'Queen' Rock Concert tickets comes up to watch his friend from Klamath Falls race his car at Portland Speedway & stays a night with us at our house on 60th & Burnside

 

March or April '76 I sell my British mini-panel truck to Mark, a friend of my Girl's brother … Now long-since deceased in the 1990's I'm told

--- I purchase some airbrushes & a 'C.O. - 2' tank with the dough

 

 

One rather humorous incident that I recall from this period of time --- took place in the early Spring of 1976 --- when one evening my fiancé Karen, her friend Kathy Doyle --- the very same Kathy Doyle from those events at Callahan Days of July 1975 --- a boyfriend of Kathy's --- and myself --- all went for a ride through that humungous nature preserve directly adjacent to Portland --- called Washington Park, therein my fiance's '62 Volvo coupe

 

This little outing turned out to be kind of funny because of the fact that Kathy Doyle's boyfriend had stuttering speech which got increasingly worse --- the more nervous he got --- I recall that we had all just smoked a couple of joint s and were pretty stoned with me behind the wheel as we drove through the gently winding roads therein Washington Park.

 

As out conversation went on Miss Doyle went "Women's Lib" on my ass about something or other and when her boyfriend therein the back seat tried to interject verbally he couldn't stop stuttering --- so we all shut-up.

 

In order to smooth things over a bit --- I decided to put a cassette in the Blaupunkt stereo sound system --- and as I had brought along a copy of what I believe was the "Blackmoor's Rainbow" rock bands latest album in 1975; "Rainbow Rising" I played that.

 

This turned out to be an even bigger mistake because of the fact that some of the song lyrics belted out by the incomparable Ronnie James Dio, then the lead singer for the rock band, belted had lines such as out such as "The woman is bad luck, she's nothing but bad luck…" and "…she's creeping like a hungry cat…"

which must have reminded Kathy Doyle of the night of my fiancé Karen's spontaneous combustion, Karen's bizarre banshee like antics and her demonic threat of destruction to me, followed the next night by Greg's stabbing at Callahan Days and our speeding though the mountains back to Yreka back in July of 1975.

Doyle's boyfriend was a pretty cool dude though in spite of his relative straightness

--- and took it all in stride and we all went home after that.

Click on the color photo montage-mini image link below to read about the then contemporaneous news events which took place from January to March of 1976.

 

 

 

 

 

 

IV
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Pt 5 Sub Part 4

'Bang-A-Gong' & 'Smoke-A-Bong' For America's Bicentennial Summer 1976

April - Mid-October 1976 --- Events Of Spring & Summer '76 Ambiguously Vague, But Ominously Real Conspiratorial Objectives --- Signs Of Surveillance & Subterfuge

April '76 Working Odd Jobs --- A Rather 'Stoney' July '76 Bicentennial Working & Business Trips To Northern Cal & The Oregon Coast For The Burl Wood Table Business --- August '76 Discussion To Part Ways --- Moving Closer to Downtown By September --- 'Manpower Temps' Fire Clean-Up Job At The Portland Zoo By Mid-October '76

Chapter 26. of "1979" takes place in early-May on through mid-September of 1976 and is so dubbed;

The following little abstracts should give you the reader a pretty fair idea of those circumstances and events surrounding my life in Portland during the summer of 1976 --- America's Bicentennial --- another relatively quiet lull before the storms then to come my way --- nonetheless there were some events which took place during this period of time that I found rather revealing to say the least --- so here they are in an abbreviated form as follows:

 

Furniture Making --- Working Temporary Jobs in Portland--- Snortin' A Few Lines of This & That --- Celebrating the American Bicentennial 4th of July '76 --- The Burl Wood Table Business & Trip To Northern California --- Snortin' A Few Lines of This & That --- Girlfriend's acting Jealous mmm??

By June '76 I'm Making a little furniture with Randy a 21 year-old, getting burned & almost into a fight with A local 'pot' dealer --- Another dealer commissions some furniture & likes the job & finances Randy & I in a Redwood Burl table business making venture by late July or early August '76 for subsequent sales on consignment --- Snortin' a few lines of coke, crank, THC & smoking 'Thai-Stick 'pot' --- Portland Police Detectives tip their hand whilst I'm blazing on Acid --- Surveillance from undercover FBI? CIA?? posing as telephone linemen ---

 

Late July or August '76 a genuinely fun & trippy road-trip to Crescent City, California for burls & then to the Oregon Coast to harvest chainsaw driftwood bases --- I spot some friends from Yreka on the Klamath River Highway 96 en-route to a cut-off leading to Crescent City --- We Chat on the road --- and they give me some homegrown to dry on the dashboard --- as tool down the highway in the brand new Chevy ¾ ton I rented from Budget

In Portland.

--- Henry the 'Jesus Freak' then from Eugene, Oregon --- comes to visit Karen and I thereat our place on 60th & Burnside in Portland ostensibly for physical therapy after undergoing surgery for injuries sustained as a loggerat first while I'm there and later when I'm out of town and Karen, my fiancé is there alone 's --- This is the same Henry from my old neighborhood in Covina and who split to Eugene sometime in 1973 --- and is the fellow whose house I stayed at when hitch-hiked back from Portland to Yreka in mid-September 1974 --- appears to pay Karen & I a visit.

I suspected Henry of visiting my girl on the sly when I'm out of town --- I stayed with Henry for a couple or three days on the way back to Yreka from Portland during my Post Labor Day Weekend visit in September 1974 --- my initial visit to 'America's Most Livable City' 1974. --- Henry quit dope & split from Covina and on up to Eugene sometime in 1973 and became a Jesus Freak and cut out his violent ways --- in some ways he was even scarier in 1976.

 

During my brief overnight stay with Henry in Eugene, as I was returning back to Yreka in September 1974 --- Henry takes me to his church --- it was some kind of cult like religious freak show --- which got so scary for me --- that I actually became fearful that these cult-like Christians with survivalist --- fascist tendencies might kidnap me there in Eugene and try to brain-washm me.

 

 

 

Luckily for me I got out of there & followed through on my initial plans & arrived at my then new home in Montague, located just east of Yreka, California.

 

Henry was quite interesting --- as it was I introduced him to guys on my street who got him high for the first time --- it wasn't long before we all realized that Henry, a small but powerfully built kid had turn into a fucking Frankenstein --- Henry started a riot at Huntington Beach in 1968 or possibly 1969, before splitting to Longmont, just north of Boulder, Colorado --- and by Henry's own account stayed with a cult-like group therein Longmont --- which sounded like Colorado's answer to L.A.'s murderous "Manson Family" --- and now some two years later Henry's hooking up with my fiancé the government informant with CIA connections.

 

Why it was just like having my good old buddy Greg around --- perhaps worse --- much worse --- I now can't help but wonder if Henry was part of a series additional phony photo shoots with my fiancé in the Summer 1976 in and Portland and possibly Eugene there with a 'body-double' imposter.

--- This like the alledged photos of my fian//////////////\\cé, & her kin posing with a 'body

double' of me in Idaho back in May of 1975.

By late August of 1976 I suggested that we maybe part company as I was becoming

A bit sick of her headtrips she was trying to lay on me --- but she would always want to make up --- this was par-for-the-course --- whereas I knew that whoever was pulling her strings most definitely wanted me to stay in Portland

We had reconciliation of sorts and move out of our rental house at 60th & Burnside after placing the two dogs into good homes --- and moves to a neat little one bedroom apartment close to downtown Portland on Southeast 16th not far from Burnside

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Chapter 26. of "1979" --- Early-May through mid-September 1976
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Signs of Surveillance --- Subterfuge

Glimpse of An Ambiguously Vague, Yet Ominously Real Conspiratorial Objective --- Deeper & Darker

--- Late Spring '76 Recalibrations of My Internal Radar
--- Bicentennial 4th of July - Summertime '76 in Portland
--- Going With My k Gut Instincts & Free Falling Into Fall
--- Considering a Separation & Move Back to L.A. County

Furniture Making --- Working Temporary Jobs in Portland--- Snortin' A Few Lines of This & That --- Celebrating the American Bicentennial 4th of July '76 --- The Burl Wood Table Business & Trip To Northern California --- Snortin' A Few Lines of This & That --- Girlfriend's acting Jealous mmm??


March or April '76 I sell my British mini-panel truck to Mark, a friend of my Girl's brother … Now long-since deceased in the 1990's I'm told
--- I purchase some airbrushes & a 'C.O. - 2' tank with the dough ---
I Try a little sign painting on the side between Manpower Temp jobs ---
By June '76 I'm Making a little furniture with Randy a 21 year-old, getting burned & almost into a fight with A local 'pot' dealer --- Another dealer commissions some furniture & likes the job & finances Randy & I in a Redwood Burl table business making venture by late July or early August '76 for subsequent sales on consignment --- Snortin' a few lines of coke, crank, THC & smoking 'Thai-Stick 'pot' --- Portland Police Detectives tip their hand whilst I'm blazing on Acid --- Surveillance from undercover FBI? CIA?? posing as telephone linemen ---

Late July or August '76 a genuinely fun & trippy road-trip to Crescent City, California for burls & then to the Oregon Coast to harvest chainsaw driftwood bases --- I spot some friends from Yreka on the Klamath River Highway No. 96 Get some homegrown to dry on the dashboard & tool down the highway in brand new Chevy ¾ ton that sucks gas mm

Henry from my old neighborhood in Covina appears semi pay Karen & I a visit --- Henry from my old crew in Covina & Eugene Oregon Transplant turns up in Portland for Physical Therapy --- I suspect of visiting my girl on the sly when I'm out of town --- I stayed with Henry for a couple or three days on the way back to Yreka from Portland during my Post Labor Day Weekend visit in September 1974 --- my initial visit to 'America's Most Livable City' 1974 . --- Henry also started a riot at Huntington Beach in 1969, before splitting to Boulder to live with what sounded like Colorado's answer to L.A.'s Manson Family,
Before plugging into the whole Jesus Freak thing --- I believe that Henry had a bit of the old devil in him still at the time --- Was he part of the set-up ? What about his cult like church connections at the Jesus Freak Church he went to in Eugene & that Cult of Devil Freaks he lived with in Boulder back in 70? 71?

Henry quit dope & split to Eugene sometime in '72 or possibly '73 became a Jesus Freak & takes me to this church & some kind of religious freak show shit so scary it's like a freaking 'f'n' cult trip for Christ bullshit --- I actually started getting paranoid that these suckers might kidnap my ass & try to brain-wash me --- Luckily for me I got out of there & followed through on my initial plans & arrived at my then new home
in Montague population about 800, about 8 miles east of Yreka & Interstate 5, & 20 plus miles south of the Oregon border.

September, possibly late August 1976, Discussing the option of separation

A reconciliation of sorts - Decision to move out of the house after placing the two dogs into good homes Moving out of the place on 60th & Burnside & into an apartment close to downtown Portland on Southeast 16th .

 

Click on the color photo montage-mini image link below to read about the of the July 1976 Library massacre at Cal State Fullerton and other events which took place only days after America's celebratory Bicentennial Summer of 1976.

Click Here For Part 6 Of --- "1979"

 

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