From Mike to Ray 2-20-2007
I really want to talk to them [this probably referred to the Ashland Police Department] as the victim also. I have nothing tohide and I wouldn't mind if they asked me questions.No 5th amendment issues.You tell me.
From: "Mike Ruppert" stgeorge119@gmail.com To: "Ray Kohlman" Subject: Ashland PD Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2007 14:43:21 -0500 Can we get a letter from Ashland PD stating that I am not a suspect n the burglary? I still kind of want to let them know about [two employees.]
February 21 2007
Two days after I tell Peter Dale Scott that Mike is suffering from the cold, the heat goes off in the apartment. Mike thinks the gvt would know of his susceptibility to cold. He doesn’t know that I emailed Peter about it and I see no point in telling him; it would only add heft to his sense that TPTB (the powers that be) are behind the confluence of events conspiring against him.
Today we went to Sovereign Bank to set up a joint checking account but as they’re going to do a credit check, it’s unlikely he’ll be okayed.
Also he’s punishing himself for having been so honest with his psychiatrist and gotten himself kicked out. He thought back to the turning point: when she asked him, “What would you have done if I’d said you should go back to Bellevue?” He said, “I’m not going back there.”
He now believes that that was when the line was drawn in the sand. She had no choice but to hand him over to someone who could deal with him.
He’s still in shock over my assertion that the vacuum cleaner only works backwards.
“So how do you vacuum?” he asked.
I showed him, miming pulling the vacuum backwards, doing a U turn, then resuming pulling it backwards. I've even tried turning around so it's behind me.
He sank back on the pillow in amazement.
February 22, 2007
His psychiatrist called. Our interpretation of her defection is 100% wrong. She isn’t trained in what Mike needs: experience with survivors of [the sort of childhood trauma he'd suffered, to be discussed.] As for suicide, it’s when he’s suicidal that she’s least likely to jump ship; her obligation to him is strongest. Anyway, she’s found him another shrink.
Also today we learned he’s been accepted for Medicaid so he can get checked out for why he’s so weak, not to mention cold.
“In California this would’ve taken a year,” Mike said, the only compliment, indirect or otherwise, that he’s given New York.
A subscriber is in town who wants to take us to lunch but Mike says it would be downright stupid of him (Mike) to meet a stranger.
Since the weather has relented, he's in a more upbeat mood and has found a stable nearby where he may go Saturday to offer his services as a volunteer.
“I’m going to wear my Tony Llama boots,” he said. “That’ll speak volumes to the people there: the stirrup marks.”
But the big question remains, will Sovereign Bank allow me to add Mike to my checking account? He's steeling himself for another blow.
February 24, 2007
We just got back from Breach, the movie about Robert Hanssen, the biggest spy in FBI history. It depressed Mike, especially when the legend came on at the end about how the real Hanssen is currently spending 23 hours a day in solitary.
“What did you think?” Mike said.
“I couldn’t believe that Hanssen, who supposedly had a great BS detector, didn’t catch on with Eric [his assistant, who turned out to be an FBI agent.] If I’d been in his place, I’d have been paranoid, particularly of someone placed the way Eric was.
'And I bet that the porn that the real Hanssen watched wasn’t hetero but homo.”
Maybe I'm unfairly biased in relation to Jesuits (which Hanssen was) vis a vis homosexuality, but I didn't buy the assertion of the film that his downfall had only to do with his sharing videos of himself with his wife. However, Wikipedia supports the claim, for whatever that's worth.
"I wonder if he had a thing for Eric which blinded him to the clues.”
"It's possible," Mike said.
Meanwhile someone on Portland Indymedia linked to a fromthewilderness.com article in reference to government techniques for psychological torture. This rallied his spirits a tad but it was insignificant against the weight of his gloom.
"According to Hesiod's Theogony, when the Titan Cronus castrated his father Uranus and threw his genitalia into the sea, the Erinyes as well as the Meliae emerged from the drops of blood when it fell on the earth (Gaia),[10] while Aphrodite was born from the crests of sea foam." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erinyes
The Erinyes, or "Furies," spent their days tormenting what George Bush might call "evil-doers" and the Catholic church, "sinners." For his sins, as he believed them to be, although he certainly didn't use the word, Mike's furies pursued him relentlessly.
“Will I have to go to bed every night for the rest of my life thinking about this?” He was referring to his three supposedly treacherous employees. His latest coulda shoulda woulda scenario is that in the last days of their employment, he should have stopped them from erasing all the files. Those were his computers, after all.
For a guy who’s been in the sort of work he’s been involved in, he’s awfully trusting. I guess there has to be someone with whom you let down your guard. And the enemy just waits for that moment.
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