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The United States has gone completely insane

The United States has gone completely insane

It appears that something really bad is coming down the pike in August or September 2019.

It was bad enough that large bolts of lightning, exactly two weeks apart, bypassed nearby 150 feet tall trees to strike a tree stump next my house in July, but that is the tip of the iceberg. During much of the time, since then, I didn’t have a working computer to report to the world on the subsequent events.  I am repeatedly seeing very strange behavior by the “powers and principalities” here in Georgia.  Christians will instantly recognize what that term means.  I am not the “lone ranger” on this one.  Several Creek, Seminole and Chickasaw veterans with training in counter-insurgency warfare, recon or military intelligence have contacted me . . . saying that during the past two years, they also have been hassled by local and state law enforcement.  One retired Creek Marine officer in Oklahoma was foreclosed on and evicted from his home, when his mortgage payments were current.  His family is now thousands of dollars in debt from the legal fees involved with getting back into his home.  The bank that holds the mortgage is refusing to pay damages so he has to go back to court to sue them. Unlike me, this Marine is a political activist and member of the Libertarian Party.  His group of veterans has been very vocal in demanding that Congress reduce the insane national deficit . . . but most sane people would agree with him totally. 

It began when a friend drove me to an auto repair shop early one June morning after the car being there for five weeks.  The mechanic had told me that the bill would be a couple hundred dollars more than the estimate.  I began to get nervous, when there was a blond-headed sheriff’s deputy standing next to him, grinning with a big wad of chewing tobacco in his mouth.   The bill was $1,120 more than the estimate.  Paying that bill left me with little else for the month of July, but then almost immediately, unmarked drug enforcement vehicles began coming around my house and following me.  I was stopped several times by deputies to see if I had drugs in my car.  Being able to pay the horrific car bill with a debit card was prime evidence to them that I was a drug dealer.  No guys,  I had been saving up to replace my defunct HVAC system.  I heated solely with wood last winter.  Now I have to start all over again.   I later learned that a neighbor, who flies a Confederate battle flag in his front yard, had called someone in law enforcement to tell them that there was a constant flow of druggies at my house night and day, buying meth.

The drug enforcement people lost interest in me just before I was struck by lightning.  Two days later, when I could barely walk from the damage to my neuro-muscular system from the lightning,  six SUV’s with long whip antennas parked in front of my house. All of the cars had out-of-county auto tags and “Trump 2020” decals on their bumpers.  Two of the men videotaped my house. Others got out, pointed at my car and had the demonic looks on their faces that one would expect to see in a lynch mob. Actually, that turned out to be not far off.  Then they drove away.

The following day, a neighbor in a bath robe walked around and around in circles in the street, next to the edge of my property.  I had grabbed my binoculars to see what in the world she was circling . . . actually nothing.  She then posed for the hidden camera and bent over pretending to be doing something in her flower bed, but actually had no tools and was doing nothing. She then looked back at the camera twice and did it again.  Normally, my two puppies come up to her to say hello and to be petted, but I didn’t let them out, knowing that she was trying to get them in the video.

For the past three weeks, the idiots in the SUV’s with whip antennas have been following me around everywhere I went.   At numerous locations in both Clarkesville and Cleveland, when I came out of the store, there was an effeminate looking twentyish male posing near my Explorer, with an unmarked police van nearby, containing a video camera.  I know that there are several formal high school classmates and ex-girlfriends, who are subscribers to POOF and who are at this point thinking, “Are those cops near Richard totally crazy.”  The answer is a definite yes! . . . at least, some of them.

Last weekend, I had been invited to attend the dress rehearsal of a play in White County by one of the actresses in it.  The afternoon before the Friday night rehearsal,  an honest White County deputy faked a traffic violation stop on me.   He told me that one of his superiors had made a copy of my car key, while the car was in the shop for five weeks.  He and his buddies intended to plant drugs in my car then bust me at a traffic stop near the playhouse.  They then were going to radio their buddies in Habersham County to raid my house.  One of the Habersham deputies would have already planted drugs in the yard.  The SWAT squad would then use the “discovery of illegal drugs” in my yard as an excuse to bust down my door without a warrant and kill my dogs.  They then were going to claim that they had found drugs in my house.  My house and car would be immediately seized under highly unconstitutional Georgia’s drug property seizure law.    In Georgia, such property is regularly seized by police, prior to the victim standing trial . . . in gross violation of the “presumed innocence” clause of the American judicial system.

The deputy’s story seemed far-fetched, but since he did go to a lot of trouble to find me and stop me, I figured that I should take precaution.  Earlier that afternoon, the actress had phoned to tell me to be at the playhouse by 8:00 PM.  I parked my car as far back as possible, so people would not know I was there, until in full view of my camera.  Sure enough,  a female Hambersham County deputy, who had I seen several times before in similar weird situations, showed up at my house at 8:01 PM.   She was out of uniform and in a pickup.  She looked confused,  called someone and then drove off.  This particular public servant is a spitting image of the famous German NAZI war criminal Irma Greese, so I instantly recognized her out of uniform.

The events of this past Sunday took the cake . . . as they say.  The SUV’s with whip antennas tailed me up to Rabun County, where I went to study archaeological sites and take photos . . . also to let my pups swim in the Little Tennessee River.  That was irritating enough, but then on a four lane highway, one of the cars pulled up beside me.  A man with a demonic grin in the passenger seat brandished a semi-automatic pistol at me.  The SUV behind them then pulled along side me.  That passenger pantomined with his hands someone being hung.  The cars then sped off too fast for me to memorize their tag numbers.

Yesterday,  I called a friend from long ago, who is a former Atlanta Police Officer and now a civil rights attorney. He was a member of the Sunday School Class at Peachtree Christian Church for which I was president.  He told me that the SUV’s were NOT police as I assumed, but that I was being stalked by one of the vigilante groups that have formed at many fundamentalist mega-churches in Metro Atlanta in the past two years.  Since Donald Trump was elected, these people somehow think that they rule the United States now.  The vigilantes also think that they are the Gringo equivalent of the “Religious Police” in Saudi Arabia and Iran, but have no police powers, whatsoever.  While pursuing people that they view as “sexual criminals”, they break the law constantly because they think that God are on their side.  Dave was incredulous that they would be bothering me . . . He said that I was about as straight and squeaky clean as they come.  He didn’t quite believe my story, but such is the craziness of America today.

Dave paused and then became more concerned.  He then asked how close I was to Pickens County.  I told them that I lived there before the Great Recession.  He said that 24 bodies of lynching victims have been found there in recent years, deep within the national forest.  Their arms were bound, but the local coroner always classifies them as “suicides.”   Most victims were lesbians or gay men from Atlanta, who were on vacation, but some may have been people that local vigilantes perceived to be “alternative lifestyle.” He said, he is also suspicious that several recent, unsolved murders in the Southern Appalachians were killed because they were perceived as “libruls”.   Several had “Hillary Clinton” bumper stickers on their car.  A married, professional bicyclist with two children was also shot in the head because local vigilantes thought that he was gay, since he wore a brightly patterned bicyclist’s uniform, which included magenta (pink). 

Finanally, Dave told me to be real careful.   He explained the obsession of the deputies and Nazi’s wanting to get rid of my dogs as a danger sign.  He said that they don’t want barking dogs to wake me up, when someone is trying to break into my house at night.   Dave added that there were a couple of crooked cops on the Atlanta Police force, when he was there.  They would first shoot dogs in the daytime, claiming that they were attacked . . . then that night burglarize the same house.


Basically,  a whole bunch of Americans are making our nation hell on Earth when it has the wealth to be an earthly paradise. While falsely labeling themselves “Christian,” they are completely forgetting the commandment, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” . . . and “Love your neighbor as you would love yourself.”  Maybe they are unhappy and want to make everyone else miserable, too.  That is the basic definition of sadism. 

Nevertheless, the sudden increase of craziness has me concerned.  It has to be in anticipation of forthcoming events when the bad guys don’t want strong, spiritual Native American men and women to be around.  That is why I am passing on what I know to you . . . so you can make your own conclusions.


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Richard Thornton is a professional architect, city planner, author and museum exhibit designer-builder. He is today considered one of the nation’s leading experts on the Southeastern Indians. However, that was not always the case. While at Georgia Tech Richard was the first winner of the Barrett Fellowship, which enabled him to study Mesoamerican architecture and culture in Mexico under the auspices of the Institutio Nacional de Antropoligia e Historia. Dr. Roman Piňa-Chan, the famous archaeologist and director of the Museo Nacional de Antropologia, was his fellowship coordinator. For decades afterward, he lectured at universities and professional societies around the Southeast on Mesoamerican architecture, while knowing very little about his own Creek heritage. Then he was hired to carry out projects for the Muscogee-Creek Nation in Oklahoma. The rest is history. Richard is the Tribal Historic Preservation Officer for the KVWETV (Coweta) Creek Tribe and a member of the Perdido Bay Creek Tribe. In 2009 he was the architect for Oklahoma’s Trail of Tears Memorial at Council Oak Park in Tulsa. He is the president of the Apalache Foundation, which is sponsoring research into the advanced indigenous societies of the Lower Southeast.



    Wow! That is so crazy…..I’ve experienced that in the mid 90s with the skinheads in upstate NY. I will keep you in my prayers. Our ancestors are pissed off!


    Richard, Check around that stump and see if someone buried an iron rod or metal there. Plus, I would buy a quad of cameras and set them up around your house. Have it wired to The Cloud when activated.

    • I didn’t tell everything that the attorney told me to do, but basically we are first going after the incorporated church, where the vigilantes are based. He called back this morning and said that he was able to read the car tag in the photos of the car, where the gun was pointed at me. Dave was a police captain in the detective division so knows a lot of tricks of the trade. My Navy training was primarily focused on keeping me inconspicuous and alive while living 40 feet down the apartment hall from a Black September Islamic Terrorist Cell. LOL


        I am sorry to hear of your troubles, please be careful. Evil always need someone to hate, it is the only emotion they own. You are in my prayers, call on the Great Spirit and walk with Him for guidance and protection.

        • You have nailed it right. These people have a pathological need to hate someone. The difference now is that certain politicians are encouraging that hatred and also for hate-filled people to join together into tribes.

    • That is a good idea about the metal rod. I can’t afford a metal detector, but just discovered a business that will rent them.


    Richard, I’ll donate so you can get a metal detector. I sent you a couple emails Earlier today. The photos I want you to look at her in the second email. I need help identifying the artifact and it’s age. I am looking at purchasing it and would appreciate your expert opinion on it.

    • I am reading your emails right now. I will get back to you soon . . . after I go to the bathroom. LOL

    • Thank you so much . . . but it is even more important that you pray for this nation. Righteous public servants must rise to lead our nation from a cult of self-centeredness and hatefulness.


        Amen. Praying. I told my husband and he asked where this was going on. When I told him Georgia he wasn’t shocked. When we travel he doesn’t like stopping between Texas and Florida.


        Amen! I agree. Thanks for reminding me to pray for our nation, too!


    Yes I believe this as well. Had a lighter version of this a long time ago. The ultimate power is survival power


    Interesting show on Netflix called The Confession Tapes and The Innocence Project.

    Shows a lot about police corruption. Police are a part of the community they serve and yet something happens psychologically to drive them to power and corruption to make their ends meet no matter what. Very dangerous mindset to fall into.


    This is terrifying. Can the honest cop, the one who gave you the heads up, can he set you up with some honest, effective protection by law enforcement?


      Oh crap, with regard to my own question, just realized you said HIS SUPERIOR was the one who made the key copy. That’s really #@*%ed up. America is a 3rd world country now, i guess.

    • I don’t even know his name. I couldn’t figure out what traffic law that I had violated. He stuck his head in my window . . . warned me about what was planned . . . then quickly departed . . . leaving me somewhat stunned.


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