Underground News Programming - Page 1

Chain of command

(and we all fall down)

Ohio Post Underground - Page 1

Sub Title: Murders - not in any special order

Continued from the Preface Page

Since I was expected to appear at a new job in the morning, after the man left from my view, came I out with a load of laundry, exiting left to the small laundry area in the inner-corner of the motel that was shaped like an "L".

The view from the laundry area allowed increased visibility to the upstairs action.

Law Enforcement were carrying what appeared to be garbage bags with unknown contents from the bombed-out room and placed them in a small white pickup truck.

The motel was either out of detergent or I hadn't the correct change, so I began to pass through the parking lot toward the road where the media were held back, their trucks and antennas and cameras and microphones moving back and forth.

While walking to the sidewalk through the busy parkinglot with men still pointing guns and at the ready, I couldn't resist asking a couple of the agents what was going on. Later I found out that the second agent's claim that the place was staked out for three days was not likely the truth.

I'll now attach the only two records of the only two links that have not yet been scrubbed from the internet (yet).

The story has changed a few times with the media PROGRAMMERS.....conveniently the versions have been removed from the internet (and our mental consideration).

As for their last-ditch effort and claim that he was a white supremacist, they could have stated he was anything under the sun, such as Black Panthers, Zionists, Taliban, Martian.

One thing is for certain though, we would never know that he donated a body-part to an un-related young parent that he did not even know (or of any other good that he did while alive).

With only one solitary viewpoint, our ability to reason is clouded by the "news". The Good will not be tele-vised.

Contrary to the teaching we received in school and media, somehow to be in a particular group warrants capital murder without a lawful trial.

Meanwhile the plutocrats that create these Profitable (for them) laws, and also the atrocities and violations of the very same laws, are never atoned-for by this present form of Justus.

It is noticed this date, April 4, 2018, that virtually all reports of the murdered young adults appears to be completely removed from the internet. This date I see there's not hardly any indication of anything that happened there. This is par for the course with this type of neo-corpo-rule. I tried searching Google with search terms such as: "amenity inn 212 Utah flash" and,"amenity inn 212 Utah murder" and, "amenity inn Provo Utah murder two".

Then one result promised a synopsis that the killers were "cleared" of the shooting deaths of both kids.

I found the link using search terms in google: "amenity inn Provo swat FBI"

I see that the myriad of comments were also removed concerning the murders. The public will never know I had commented on a few of the sites that are no longer accessible for the public consideration.

Situation Contained

In reference to the dead kids, in just a few short years after the happening, here's all I found:

Synopsis of the "news" version?

Swat break down door unannounced laying down a fluffy pillow of bullets after first utilizing a grenade against a U.S. Citizen. "Authorities" claim Scott Biswell was of soundness of mind to awaken in milliseconds to locate a gun (or was it a television remote-control, or cell phone, aw heebeejeebies it was dark in there, let's call it a gun!), and pointed the gun at officers as they burst into the room unannounced , to defend himself against the unverifiable, unannounced, unknown aggressors / attackers that firstly threw a grenade and 50 + bullets into their room where the "wanted" kid (and innocent girl) slept (and were no threat to society, unlike others).

(somewhat paraphrased)

Did you notice in one of the "news" reports by their programming loudspeaker (media programming), that the media bothered to make the statement of defense for the police, stating the police did not actually shoot at the girl?

The "news" stopped at that point with no clear statement stating why or which officer shot the girl.

Oh but the media programming did bother to issue the following across-the-board statement:

"a bullet went through him and killed her".

Is that not the most heinous audacity?

The boy is guilty for letting the bullet pass through him and therefore killed the innocent girl.

The bullet is guilty for not acting like a "smart" bullet.

The real killer is not so much as named in this present form of Government's Programming void of any semblance of justice in whatever system they want to call it. The grown adult men that pulled the trigger to unleash a flurry of bullets however, are not guilty of anything (according to this form of justus).

Again, since when does it become necessary (let alone legal) for S.W.A.T. and the F.B.I. to serve a warrant for a verbal threat made by a martian, a whale, or a "white supremacist"?

Via programming, heard was one man's "news" title, "white supremacist killed", and all cognitive assessments and reasonable rational responses are turned off as if by a switch.

(Did I mention programming is not just for computers?)

The reason I felt compelled to go to the Press Conference in the first place, was due to a conversation I had the next morning after the bloody night. Going into the front desk of the Inn, the kind blondie Mormon lady and her husband were the caretakers at the motel, but the wife spoke alone with me somewhat candidly.

We began to discuss what happened the night before in more detail.

The woman behind the desk became visibly disconcerted when I related to her that one of the agents had told me that the motel had been staked out for three days to catch the man up there, but were not aware of the young girl in room 212.

The woman became visibly startled behind the desk, stopped me and stated, "that's impossible. The girl is who rented the room and it was her that came down to pay the (daily/weekly?) rent".

The Mormon lady went on to state that her and her husband were not even aware that a man was residing up there since it was rented as a single-occupancy room to the girl only.

I left the Mormon Lady's presence and walked back to my room, noticing the state-sponsored smashed-out window, the damaged door, the caution tape, some holes from shots fired.

The mess was evidence of programming to the extreme, unlawful actions that hired men were, in their best wisdom, taking actions to "ensure the safety of themselves" (against two sleeping kids).

Then, while sitting on the edge of the bed, I began to again contemplate that for months I had been told from numerous family members and acquaintances from numerous states all across the country telling me that the FBI was looking for me. And now here they were, right out in the parking lot just the night before.

The "news" was reporting that one of the murdered had located and pointed a gun at officers, and that he somehow was able to do this feat despite the blast of the grenade. I knew that a large sound will actually cause the human to drop things, and will not increase in cognitive abilities. A large blast will make you lose footing, will make your knees go weak, will suddenly incapacitate a person. Yet the "news" programming stated the opposite, and most humans would simply accept it on face-value, having no other testimony available to consider the nearly impossible feat that the media was claiming.

It was while living in that tent, eating creative meals of dry cat food, too broke for people food, I again called my ex-girlfriend for more details about her encounters with the FBI.

Nothing she had to say gave a clue as to why they were still hunting me, and she stated she did not know what they wanted but they scared her and her family. She stated that the FBI coached her on what to ask me over the phone and after I told her I was in room 212 (when in actuality I was in the room just below 212), that they told her to conclude the conversation with me.

I also began to realize why nobody in her home answered the phone when I called directly back to correct my room number to her. It was unusual that no one in her home would answer the phone, but I simply had decided that I would hear her jeep pull up and at that time would greet her.

While at the park, the on-site parks-man and I struck an agreement that I would install a couple of masonry wing-walls outside of the restrooms for him. His recompense would be to let me stay in the Park beyond the "lawful" allowable time-frame, of which I was already beyond.

He remained to watch and help with the unloading of the concrete block and mortar from his truck until he felt comfortable that I knew what I was doing.

While unloading the materials, the Parks Agent and I spoke. I told him how I had recently been released from jail prior to the Amenity Inn murders, and of the outrageous reason I was placed in their jail in the first place. I told him I was held in jail for months but the facts are that I hadn't done ANYTHING wrong aside from wanting to be left alone and not bothered anymore by the police. I think my "crime" was disorderly conduct...phhtt....after they beat me up.

The groundsman inquired more, and I told him. I told him how Tamara, my ex-girlfriend, had pulled a gun and pointed it at me.I told him where it happened, directly in front of the door of a"7-11" convenience store on such-and-such street AND THAT THE ENTIRE EPISODE WAS RECORDED ON THE 7-11 SECURITY CAMERAS. I told him of how I was incredulous at her sudden explosive demeanor, how I walked toward her grabbing her by the arms and shoulders and how I shook her into her senses. (Tamara is Bipolar. Bipolar people aren't necessarily bad....just not always predictable, even when medicated, in my opinion).

I told the groundsman how relieved I was that she hadn't pulled the trigger (even if it was just a BB-gun), and how quickly the situation had been quelled over whether or not I slept with someone other than her (it's a ridiculous story that I won't even bother to elaborate upon, coupled with the fact that She and I had only known each other for a few months...maybe a year in all, but I doubt it).

Suffice to say, Tamara became calmed down and we began to hear the sirens getting closer. I'm not certain that it was out of caring for my freedom that she told me to run. She knew about the problems I was having due to the government officials and their hunt for me prior to the Amenity Inn murders (which occurred semi-promptly after my release from jail).

Sorry, this account is totally out of order. The sequence of events will be better situated within this writ when time permits.

But when she said run, with a look that I knew was my last, I ran.

I didn't get very far though.

Okay I got off track....there's more to say about the park where I was trying to figure out some things.

But after some time the Parksman could no longer hide me as a semi-permanent tented fixture. He spoke of a man that might visit me.

So God sent me an old farmer.

He and his wife accepted me into their house and showed me their expansive property.

After placing me in a small trailer which was also on their land, I was told to tend to the place feeding livestock and obtaining eggs and the such.