My “Shadow”, who stole my identity already back it seems in the 1970s to do arms transfers to Mexican cartels and is now into Syria, is here being subjected to what appears to be an arrest warrant wrought in the early morning by two low level druggie detectives. He says this was for not appearing in court for what he calls just a bit of “recreational drugs.” Nothing is as it seems. He sent me this picture himself, obviously after he got bailed, I mean, if he was actually arrested. I doubt he was. More on that below. The red arrows are pointing to the guns of the LEOs, I’m guessing Sig 40s. Real LEOs, but the rest is theater. Don’t think my “Shadow” is a criminal…
For those surprised at the stuffed “breasts” and the wig held on by a baseball cap with socks over the cuffs, don’t be. This guy is no trans-anything. He’s just been taking on varieties of false identities all his life, starting with me because I had a clean record. He’s been cultivating a non-existent “identity” called “Linda” in more recent years. He said that this is “Linda” getting arrested in the picture above. He texted me instructions to zoom in on the face. I compared this picture with a picture I myself took of him the other year. It’s my “Shadow”. Such a smirk on his face. He’s having a great time of it. Someone else with him is taking the picture, I suppose with his own phone. “Linda”, by the way, is supposed to be black. This “girl” is white as white can be. Just a bit of a sun tan. Talk about nothing is as it seems.
“Linda”, it seems, is always getting arrested, is always on drugs, is always pimped out, never has any money, lives with him, but is somehow able to maintain a safe-house a thousand miles away in North-East Tennessee, quite the wilderness, and quite the rough area, and quite the safe-house if there ever was one. But “Linda”, as he says, is actually him. He’s been insisting that I get him a house or houses in my name but so that he can use them, you know, in my name. I guess he would drop “Linda” if that were the case. Of course, none of that is gonna happen.
Knowing where the safe-house of this guy is in another part of the United States pictured above, a safe house well placed for doing what he does best in that geographical region of the world, I went to google maps and took a look at the street view of his house. This is, in fact, his driveway in the picture above. All the tiniest cracks in the cement are identical. Everything.
But let’s bring it up another level: this kind of theatrical stupidity is done all the time by law enforcement agencies of all kinds to make someone seem like they have street cred, law enforcement assisting their own of whatever agency to be thought of as criminals so that they have an in with criminal organizations. So, let’s rephrase that: Nothing is at is seems with nothing is as it seems.
Just to say, having been there, on that driveway, and knowing where his safe house is in relation to the house itself (as it’s not the house itself)… well… let’s just say that I think it’s pretty much absolutely impossible for this picture to have taken place like this if it were a true arrest and not just theater. Logistically, the arrest would have had to have happened somewhere in the back yard.
So, what’s the point of sending me all this? I mean, he’s really acting the idiot for cover for whatever he’s up to, but why send this to me? I guess he’s trying to portray also to anyone following my stuff (that’s what he thinks) that he’s such a total idiot that he couldn’t possibly be the one who
committed accomplished the crimes assignments which he bragged about already in the early 1990s in my name (for which he’s always been protected by the State Department and the FBI).
All very clever. I’m sure the local deputies were just doing their job and know nothing of his other life – just that he helps them on a local level with their ops – and would be horrified to find out that he’s like Cage in this final interrogation scene of Lord of War:
Nothing is as it seems. My “Shadow” treats me just as Cage treats his interrogator in this scene, with the latter being utterly naive, like me I guess.