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Life in a U.S. Federal Prison: A Study in Orwellian Doublespeak
On Friday, September 24th (2004), Cathryn
drove me to the local U.S. Marshall's office, where I was to
be turned over to the local prison (again, Calcasieu
Correctional Center, where I had spent my first
six weeks in prison in 2003 before being shipped to
Lafayette).
Such a ritual is difficult for
even the strongest of marriages. For the next 18 months,
Cathryn and I would not be together in any sense besides
the rigid, clinical setting of the prison visitation
room. Our phone calls and letters to each other would
comprise our primary daily task of keeping our marital
bond intact. I quickly learned that the majority of
marriages, particularly those involving an inmate
(usually male, because 94% of federal inmates are men)
with a sentence of five years or longer, never survive
the ordeal. The insanity of the criminal justice system
is that whatever pain the process puts the inmate through,
it is far more difficult and a much greater burden for
the wife and children. I have no doubt that the escalation
of the federal inmate population from 55 to 700 per
100,000 in the U.S. population has been a major contributor
to the loss of social capital.
[1]
On October 24th,
just 30 days after "reporting in," I was transferred from
Calcasieu Correctional to Beaumont "Low" -- an hour drive
away, in Beaumont, Texas.
The Beaumont facility
is actually four prisons in one, where prisoners are
segregated according to what you later find out is
an arbitrary assessment of "security risk." In
descending order of security risk, Beaumont's four
prisons were: High (USP), Medium, Low, and "Camp."
Although I had
attempted to "study up" on federal prison life prior
to reporting
[2] ,
nothing can really prepare you for life "behind the fence."
It is even more surrealistic than life in Louisiana's
parish jails. Rules are arcane and senseless ("we do
it because we can"), most of the jobs
are pointless (except for the more needful, functional
positions in the "main line" kitchen), and you
are exposed to a "de-learning" that deeply
strips away many of the tenets of American education.
Many inmates talk about prison in a positive light,
but not the manner in which authorities intend it.
You hear people say they came to prison to be
"deprogrammed." That now they "see the light," or
that they now "understand the system." This phenomenon
exists primarily because prison life provides an
intellectual, experiential framework by which you see
the hidden reality that undergirds life
"on the outside." In "free society" there are cultural
layers that shelter you from a whole other reality that
defines you and the society you live in. Prison life
provides a microcosm for those realities -- unencoded.
The artificial filters have been stripped away.
I confronted my own
first lesson in deprogramming after I was assigned my
"full-time job" in the kitchen. I began as "line server"
where I was awoken at 4 a.m., five days a week,
and then taken to the kitchen, where I waited around
for two hours before going to work. (To employ
common sense and have us come in 15 or 30 minutes
before work time was apparently too logical.)
The waste
of manpower and resources you witness in prison
life is really something to behold. Having owned
and operated a food company myself for 20 years,
(profitable for 15 years of it),
gives me some room to make a qualified assessment:
management is breathtakingly incompetent.
In any given day, the dumpsters that were filled
with unused, spoiled, or thrown out food would
have fed all the occupants of another prison.
There were no conservatory practices in place
to help stem the waste problem, nor any particular
concern that a problem existed. In other areas,
practices were in place that would have shut
down a privately-owned food company. Sanitation
was routinely ignored; in fact, I can remember
complaining to officers in charge that inmates should
not be handling food after coming out of the restrooms
with unclean hands. We would run out of hand soap
and it would sometimes take a week or longer to
get a resupply. When I brought this to the attention
of the assistant warden, I was met with a arrogant
sneer, as if to say, "You're just a fuckin' inmate.
What the hell do you know?"
The U.S. media
goes to great lengths to lavish attention on "slave
labor" overseas, and yet, I myself never knew that
U.S. prisons act as a repository for the very same
practice. The average
inmate is paid twelve cents (yes, $0.12) per hour,
and his pay is not sufficient to even cover half of
the average inmate's phone bills. Since financial
support comes from outside the prison -- obviously
from friends and family -- it doesn't take a Ph.D. in
political science to see the enormous forces at work
to increase the size of prison populations: they provide
isolated "profit centers" for a variety of vendors,
all tied to campaign contributions.
There are so many
aspects of prison life that assist the vigilant observer
in "unplugging from the Matrix," that it is difficult
to know where to start. Once you get into studying the
legal transcripts of other inmates (and despite official
rules that attempt to prevent inmates from having access
to their own legal paperwork, particularly their
PSI (Pre-Sentence Investigation) Report, resourceful
inmates do find ways of getting access), you enter an
entirely different world of cognitive disonance. You
quickly learn that there is no such thing as an prison
inmate that has been incarcerated for a crime that is
not committed every day by agents of the government
that put him there.
Murder. Rape.
Drug-dealing. Gun-running. Kidnapping. Pick a crime.
Any crime. Doesn't matter what it is. If you're in
prison for having committed it, you're there not because
of the crime itself, but because you didn't have better
connections when you got caught. As an arresting
agent said to one of my cellmates at the time of his
bust, well after he had turned down an offer to work
for the government undercover: "Don't feel bad, Juan.
You didn't do anything wrong here ... You're just working
for the wrong team!" It is no wonder that former
U.S. Attorney General, Ramsey Clark, has remarked on the corrosive
effects of having successive U.S. administrations filled with
"war criminals."
[3]
Or that Dick Armey, former majority whip
of the U.S. House, could remark that the Department of
Justice is "out of control" -- not realizing that the DOJ
is only a microcosm of the U.S. Government at large,
such that any systemic comment you might make about the
DOJ would apply to the U.S. Government as a whole.
[4]
By any literal
reading of the law, I committed more crime in prison --
all under instruction from those in authority -- than I ever
committed in the outside world. One humorous example
that comes to mind involves one of my duties as
an adminstrative clerk while working in the kitchen.
One of my responsibilities was to keep "safety reports"
which would have to be filed monthly with the prison's
Safety Office. The instruction was quite specific from
the overseer: "If you can't find an inmate to sign off
on his safety meeting, just forge his signature."
And I did.
Hundreds of times.
Of course, the entire exercise
was a charade anyway, because there was no such thing as a safety
meeting. I never attended one. I never met another inmate
who had ever attended one (and I asked). I never met another inmate
who KNEW another inmate who had ever attended one. I never
met a BOP staffer who had ever been to a safety meeting or
who knew what it was or how to give one. An entire
apparatus existed so if the prison was ever audited by
some bigwig safety officials from Washington, we would be
able to show that we had "covered our butts."
This same level of
hypocrisy existed on every level of day-to-day prison
operation. Another daily chore I had, working in the
kitchen, was to post the "Nutrition Facts" for items
served on the time for breakfast and lunch. Each served
item had its Nutrition Facts on 3" x 5" index card that
looked like this (and I've taken the liberty of scanning
a card that came right out of the "Main Line" kitchen):
As in the case
of the prison-wide fake safety program, the Nutrition
Facts postings were all about "appearances," wherein
the underlying substance was non-existent. First, who could
have possibly have thought that taking the milligram count
out three decimal places was credible? This would
be absurd if serving size weights (masses) were fixed.
But they weren't.
A "serving size"
is completely arbitrary. A "line server" could place
two or three or five ounces of a given food item;
no servings were of a fixed mass. Inmates dispensed their
own servings on the "Hot Bar" (a food serving area
closer to where the inmates actually sat to eat).
How on earth would ANYBODY know, in that setting,
how much a serving was?
The Soup de Jour
was a particularly outrageous joke, which is why I include
it above. What is "Soup de Jour"? Wouldn't it have
to be a fixed recipe, identical in ingredients every
time for the data above to have any meaning?
Of course, it would. But "soup de jour" changed
daily. It could be a Chicken Rice Soup, Tomato Broccoli,
or a Beef Vegetable soup. It could have meat. It could
be vegetarian. It could be very dense with ingredients.
It would be extremely watery. It could very high in
fat (Cheese Soup), or low (a meatless Vegetarian
soup).
Hell, if it
was anything close to liquidy, marginally edible,
and fit into a soup serving bin, THAT was the
"Soup de Jour." This made any Nutrition Facts
statement meaningless. But like the Safety Program,
that didn't matter. If anything, this reinforced an
important set of lessons to inmates:
- We're the Federal Government.
- The facts are whatever we say they are.
- There is no such thing as Truth outside the reality we
create. So there is only ONE Truth: our Truth.
- We can change Truth whenever we want.
- You risk harm to yourself and those around you
if you question our Truth, the only Truth.
(Remember these -- the Five
Laws of Totalitarian Truth -- because it's going to be, like
our Ten Conditions that identify
the suppression pattern, a reoccurring refrain
throughout this book.)
Some rules were
knowingly created to invite inmates to violate them,
so that guards and other BOP staffers could
prove -- to themselves if no one else --
that they were serving a vital, necessary service to society
by keeping tight reins over their criminal subjects.
I say this because there could be no other reason,
save for this psychological interpretation, for these
twisted, perverted policies.
We were criminals. We were
born criminals. We would always be criminals. These
criminal tendencies ran through our blood and we could
no more resist the temptation to go out and commit more
crime than we could resist the temptation to breath
in oxygen. Paradoxically, this negative brain-washing
exists through the criminal justice system in America,
but it reaches its ultimate absurdities on the Federal
level. What comes chiefly to mind -- primarily because its
enforcement and the exceptions it gave way to were a source
of constant comedy -- concerned the removal of food from
the kitchen.
Now, of course,
the issue wasn't
one of cost, hygiene, cleanliness, health, or keeping order
at the prison. After all, inmates were allowed to purchase food
items from commissary once a week. The issue was not one
of waste because (1) inmates could eat all they wanted
to at meal time, and (2) the way the kitchen was managed,
as previously noted, the food waste at the dumpsters could be measured, daily,
in the tonnage. Most hysterical of all, it wasn't as if
BOP management couldn't put a stop to inmates taking food from
the kitchen. Our accommodations were so extremely sparse that
the only place you could reasonably store food was in
your cell: near the bed or in your locker, both of which
were inspected regularly.
Fact is, people were
caught with food "stolen" from the kitchen all the time.
I myself was caught at least a dozen times. Nothing was
ever done to the person who had such food in their possession
back at their locker.
Discipline was only metted out to those inmates who were so
poor that they couldn't get money from the outside world.
So they resorted to making and supplyling food to those
inmates who did. In doing so, those caught in transit
were disciplined, some severely -- often by being sent to the "hole."
Of course, this was wholly predictable in a world where
you make 12 cents per hour, but you are charged 26 cents per
minute to make a phone call -- let alone the cost of acquiring
the other necessities of life behind bars. Those of us who
bought food for the evening, so we could eat something between
5 p.m. and 6 a.m. the next morning -- knew that our suppliers
were at constant risk. We thanked God that we had outside help
so that we could be "buyers" and not "suppliers."
In essence, we were able
to observe, in microcosm, a basic principle of American life that
exists at every level of our culture: there are one set of rules
for those who "have," and another set of rules for those who
"have not."
Within prison, it was
(and is) yet another tax on the poor. But, even more than this, it
was a practice to reinforce in the minds of staffers and
inmates like, that wherever we were in the system, food-buyer
or food-supplier -- we were all nothing but thieves.
For even those of us who had food in our lockers illegally
and went undisciplined, there were constant reminders from
staffers that it was our fault that others were having to be
disciplined for bringing us food.
Another example that comes
to mind, again, because it underscores the humor, unfairness,
cognitive disonance, and unbridled stupidity, involves my stay
at the Lake Charles federal halfway house. Hysterically, this
facility was called "City of Faith," and yet, it is hard to imagine
running an organization that could be more adept at taking away
people's faith -- certainly, in the system, the country, one's
fellow man --- hopefully not God.
Shortly after I reported to the
halfway house -- on March 13, 2006, the same day I was released from
Beaumont Prison -- I was told that I, as well as ALL "residents"
(we were "residents" now, not "inmates"), were required to go
to drug abuse counseling. Of course, I inquired of my "case manager" as
to why I would be required to go to drug counseling. I never did
"drugs" in the free world. I didn't smoke. My alcohol consumption
was very light. I didn't take illegal drugs and had only rarely even
taken legal ones (despite the paradox of ostensibly being imprisoned for
SELLING unapproved drugs). In no way could it be said that I was
ever involved in "substance abuse." What could I possibly gain from going to
drug therapy classes? How would this be any different from sending
me, a 50 year old white male, to -- let us say -- classes with unwed
teenage girls to learn about avoiding unwanted pregnancy?
Or how about pre-menstral sex-ed classes, so I could learn how all about
my female cycles? I mean . . . I've never given much thought to what
women do with feminine hygiene products . . . I mean, geez, what's
the point? How much more absurd can we get?
What was the case manager's answer to my query on this matter?
"It's just policy."
When I pressed the issue with the counselor at
our usual Tuesday night meeting. (And by "pressing the issue" I mean asking,
"Is there any way to find out why a person with no addictive disorder
would be required to take counseling classes that are intended to
address drug abuse issues?") I should have known the results beforehand:
I received a disciplinary note in my official criminal file that
read (in part): "Mr. Caton is having problems with 'acceptance.'"
In other words, although I had no drug abuse disorder, I was being
reprimanded for not admitting that I had one anyway.
And yet, few of the policies
at the halfway house -- an extension of the BOP and, in fact, its
overseeing agency, did not reach this level of stupidity.
Some policies were so
absurd that even the staff rebelled. For instance, we were
routinely awoken at 5 a.m. each morning "to do our chores,"
most of which were janitorial or housekeeping in nature.
We did these same chores at 9 to 10 p.m. the night before.
Why would anybody do chores at 10 p.m. at night and then
wake up at 5 a.m. to do the very same exact chores?
How does the physical act of people sleeping during that
seven hour interval cause the showers,
floors, windows, etc. to get dirtier?
The policy was so
ridiculous that the staffers whose job it was to enforce this
absurd policy would encourage us to "sign off" on having
done the chores and "just say you did them if anybody asks."
So at 5 a.m. a staffer would turn the overhead lights on -- for no more
than 10 minutes -- and then we would turn them off again
as soon as he left so we could sleep until it was time
to get up, eat breakfast, and
go to work.
This, of course,
was greatly appreciated and stood in contrast to the actions
of more callous staffers, for the sadistic tendencies
noted above at the county level (actually, parish level
in Louisiana) is just as evident at the Federal level.
One good example is my mother's death (on July 31, 2005),
which occurred seven and a half months before my release.
Working with an inmate who oversaw the prison's legal
library, I meticulously filled out all the paperwork to
obtain a furlough, since I met all the conditions to
obtain permission to attend. I was, of course, turned
down, but what was unexpected was the response when I asked
WHY I was being turned down. After all, I met
all of THEIR requirements, which were clearly written
out in as a formal regulation.
"You're an inmate.
We don't need to give you an answer," came the response
from my "Unit Manager."
No matter where you
turned, you were consistently reminded that the Five
Laws of Totalitarian Truth WAS the governing Law of
the Land. All other rules and regulations were for
appearances sake only. Inmates were expected to learn this and
be able to make the distinction. This was again made clear to me when I asked
why I had been sent to Beaumont Low and not the lower security
facility, Beaumont Camp, especially since my Security Threat
point level was "zero" on my record. I had good cause to make
this inquiry: life at the camp was preferable to life at
Beaumont Low. There were no fences. Security was less
strict. The visitation environment was looser and less
structured. You were treated more like a human being and
less like an abused farm animal. But, most importantly of all,
I fit the very profile of an inmate for which the
Beaumont Camp was designed: low-risk, white-collar,
no flight risk, no levied fines to pay, zero security
points, no pending charges, no disciplinary issues
while incarcerated, low (less than 5 years) sentence, etc.
As I sat there, trying
to get an answer, my Case Manager stared at the computer
monitor containing my case information.
"Well, let's see
here," he began, buying time while munching on a snack
and fiddling with the keyboard.
"Inmate Number zero,
seven, two, four, five, dash, zero, three, five . . .
Okay, it says here . . . yes . . . you have zero security
points . . . you get out next March and are scheduled for
halfway house release . . . you're sentence is just
thirty-three months. Hmmmm . . . You SHOULD have been sent
to the low-security camp."
"Then why
wasn't I?" I said, begging the obvious. What came
next I am quoting exactly. Word for word. No
alterations. When someone tells you something this
propostrous, you just don't forget it:
"Well, here's the
thing: OFFICIALLY, you're supposed to be at the camp.
But UNOFFICIALLY we have you here."
"That makes no
sense," I protested mildly. "Just what DOES that mean?"
To which my case manager closed the discussion with . . .
"It means exactly
what I said." And then he repeated himself for good measure:
"OFFICIALLY, you're supposed to be at the camp. But
UNOFFICIALLY we have you here."
I had just been
introduced to yet another corollary of
The Five Laws of Totalitarian Truth. I walked out
of my case manager's office and never made another
query, again. Of course, this was what the system
was designed to do: squash all dissent even down to
the level of the most basic queries.
These lessons, however,
did not translate well with the relatives of inmates, who had to
experience this mind-numbing arrogance and tyranny for themselves
to believe our more outrageous (though accurately related)
anecdotes. One example was that
Beaumont Low had a dress code policy for visitators
coming to see inmates, most of whom were immediate family members.
Women could not wear clothing that was too revealing, which, when
you consider that there are small children who come to the
prison, makes sense. Good taste would, of course, seem justified
in this situation.
Enter our Five Laws.
It became customery to see
women, some of whom had driven hundreds of miles or flown long
distances, turned away for wearing "revealing" shoes or a short
skirt when it was no different, no more revealing, than the
clothing of any other woman present -- in fact, in most cases
they were in good
taste relative to ALL THE OTHER women around her. Such rejections
seemed random and at odds with the underlying regulation.
Some women caught on to the
game and I know of several instances where the women would go back
to their car, sit in it for 30 minutes, come back and say to the
guards on visitation duty: "Okay, I did what you wanted. I went
to WalMart; bought these new shoes -- I hope you like them.
Can I visit my brother now (or husband or father or whomever)?
And more times then not,
they were then let in. They hadn't violated any policies in the
first place. They were simply being tested so as to acknowledge the
power of the prison staffer's ever-present God-complex.
Another example that will
shock the uninitiated concerns Cathryn. My wife is, by nature,
very friendly and compassionate. By sheer coincidence, she not
only KNEW a couple of the over 1,800 inmates who were in prison,
well before their conviction, but she bonded with some of the
other inmates and their families over the 14+ months that I was
imprisoned there. One inmate, in particular, she assisted by
sending him copies of various U.S. Supreme Court cases that he
felt would be helpful for his appeal and that of other inmates'
appeals. To insure that these legal mailings would get to this
inmate, she had them sent "Special Delivery."
In early May (2006),
she discovered that her legitimately U.S.P.S.-mailed packages
were being confiscated, without
her or the inmates' knowledge. When she called Beaumont Low to
find out why the mail was being intercepted, she was told by
the assistant warden, a most irasible character named Mr.
James Premo,
that she shouldn't be sending appellate cases to the prison.
Not knowing any better,
my wife asked, "Why not?"
"Because I said so . . .
it's a security risk."
"That's retarded,"
my wife interjected with exasperation, not knowing who she was dealing with.
"It is absurd to say that someone sending U.S. Supreme Court cases
to an inmate at your prison would present any kind of a security
risk."
"Well, it is now, and
since I don't like your attitude, I'm going to mark you down
as a security risk. You're not allowed to send any mail to
any inmate at this facility from now on."
At that point, my wife
made the decision to use other parties to help get appellate
case material to inmates at the prison, she was so incensed.
In any event, these are
only a few of the many examples that demonstrate the
Five Laws in action.
These are microcosmic
examples of the state of a nation and its underlying culture
that are at the end of their life on stage. This is Oswald
Spengler's "Caesarism." This is what happens within a country
when its creative wellspring, as Arnold Toynbee would say,
has run dry and it represents nothing more than the attempt
to interject life -- however tawdry, meaningless, and without
any underlying value beneath the singular, energizing principle
of gross material acquisition --
into whatever is already dead or dying or
withering away. And, yet, I would agree with Morris
Berman: the seeds of suicide were implanted from our culture's
inception. When the Nation was born, so were the seeds of
its death, and since this book concerns itself with those
conditions that would be necessary to maximize the physical,
mental and spiritual well-being of the common People, it
might be useful to examine how these same cultural
forms have affected the history of
medical science.
Americanism did not
just become "corrupt." Beginning with the first acts of
genocide against indigenous cultures, it has always BEEN
corrupt. It has always been about co-opting the resources
of others for its own gain and establishing its own Truth.
Likewise, Medical
Science, sprouting from the same rich soil of Materialistic
thought, has always been corrupt. The scandals that could
give rise to a "Vioxx" or a "Celebrex" were always there . . .
to anyone with the temerity to look beneath the surface.
The
suppression of natural cures, like Cansema®, have always
been with us . . . since the beginning of organized
medicine itself.
Smoking Guns Emerge: How the Mystery Unraveled
After I Got Out of Prison
Most of those who are
prosecuted by the U.S. Government and sent to prison never
learn the crucial, causative factors behind the actions
taken against them.
There is an aextensive
system in place to protect the identity of informants,
shield the inner workings of the investigation that led
to an indictment, and, in general, leave the defendent
bewildered as to what action took place behind the scene
that caused the Federal Government to train-wreck his or
her life.
I was one of the fortunate
ones, because not only was I able to uncover who was behind
the destruction of Alpha Omega Labs, but I was able to
uncover the prosecutor's real motivations, what politician's
office made phone calls in Washington to "order the hit,"
what secret deals were made that I wasn't supposed to find out about,
who got paid off, and why I was so readily given all my
commercial real estate back to me AFTER the U.S. Government
confiscated it -- a rare occurence.
Kevin Trudeau & Sue Gilliatt: How A Former Business Partner
and two Vexatious Litigants Teemed Up with Lawyers to Defraud
the U.S. Government, Imprison the Author, Close Our
Laboratory, and Pocket $1,300,000 in the Process
Left: The author
and Kevin Trudeau in happier days. This photo shows the author
with Trudeau -- today, a well-known infomercial celebrity -- with
a "friend" on Bourbon Street in New Orleans during Mardi Gras
(1987 -
click to enlarge). Trudeau was a former business partner;
in fact, he was one of my first shareholders after I started
Lumen Foods,
before creating a scam to steal $15,000 from it and run away
with the money.
Right: Sue Gilliatt is a case study is
just how outrageous civil litigation has gotten in the U.S.
She purchased Cansema®
from Alpha Omega Labs in September, 2002 and then claimed that it completely
removed her nose. When I was served papers on the lawsuit,
I immediately knew that the lawsuit was fraudulent. A close
examination of the photographs she submitted with her lawsuit
reveals images that can only be produced as a result of surgery.
Click
to enlarge. My extensive experience in working with escharotic
preparations -- an experience that led to my consulting with physicians
all over the world -- instantly told me that no escharotic preparation
on earth was capable of producing these perfect, symmetrical cut lines.
Only a knife can do this. No herbal formula on earth can. So, how much
were Sue Gilliatt and her attorneys rewarded for perpetrating a fraud
on the courts -- Indiana State and Federal? A cool $800,000
from my insurance company. For filing claims concerning alleged
injuries from our "H3O" that could never have occurred, Sharon Lee
and her attorney picked up the other $500,000. These parties will
never be prosecuted for their crimes, simply because it is against
Justice Department policy to admit that their own agents committed
felonies in carrying out their duties. Far more likely, is their
participation in the cash windfall.
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Various facts began to surface
shortly I got out of prison in March, 2006 and was sent to the
Halfway House. I first obtained information from a law enforcement
official, a Mr. Frank Dawson [6],
who serves with the Lake Charles Police Department, which was involved
in the September, 2003 raid.
In fact, Frank was in on the briefing the day
before I was raided (Sept. 16, 2003). At the time of the raid,
a not unsubstantial amount of cash was removed from our home -- well
over $1,000. In the end, the confiscation of only
$61 of this money was admitted to --
the bulk never reported on the forms that are designed specifically
for reporting confiscated articles. When Cathryn attempted
to get an accounting of all the items that were removed from
our home, including my expired passport, about a dozen books,
and a variety of legal records, she was bluntly told that
all of my belongings had been incinerated.
When she asked why my belongings had been burned, she was told by the
Lake Charles Police Department that it was because they didn't
know how to get ahold of her! (In other words, they only knew
how to find us when they wanted to raid our home and business,
confiscate assets, and incarcerate.) She did receive
a letter to this
effect, but -- as one would expect -- it listed
only six items, a small fraction of the currency and other items
that had been taken. We never did send the
request for reimbursement.
We had been advised by one of our attorneys that, for all intents
and purposes, a reimbursement would never be forthcoming.
The claims by the Lake Charles
Police Department were, of course, patently absurd. No one would believe that
police authorities would burn cash. Perhaps they thought my wife
was a naive person. But couldn't they at least create a better lie than that?
After all, law enforcement officials in the U.S. routinely
manufacture more creative lies for everything else!
Frank Dawson
was aware of these shananigans, and much more. He
confirmed what I had heard from a fellow herbalist in
Chicago who had called FDA agent, John Armand, and had
been told that the real reason for my arrest was my
offshore banking activity.
Apparently, under this
manufactured scenario, I was an unrepentant tax evader.
"Your boy, Caton,
is going up the river for a very long time," Armand
is reported to have told Carl Menconi in Chicago, shortly
after my arrent in September, 2003.
"He's got millions of dollars offshore that he hasn't paid
a penny in income tax on . . . What's worse
is that he's using offshore accounts to hide money from
people he's hurt who are trying to sue him for damages."
[7]
I learned of Menconi's
conversation with John Armand, who initiated my case and
works at the FDA's field office in Covington, Louisiana,
in the summer of 2004. Again, I was out on bond at that
time, awaiting sentencing.
Very early on, it
became apparent to me that there were political forces at
work behind the scenes that were driving my case. My case
wasn't merely driven by these two lawsuits. Someone was
orchestrating events, or, as Helo
had observed, I had merited the unwanted attention of
someone in Washington.
Whoever was driving
this case was the same person who had successfully planted
the idea in the minds of government agents that I had large
sums of money hidden in offshore bank accounts. This became
apparent when the FDA ordered that I take 3 back-to-back
lie detector tests in an attempt to get me to "fess up" as
to the location of all my ill-gotten millions. Millions
that never existed.
Very soon I realized
that only one person would have a motive to be that driving
force. It would take another two years to confirm my
suspicions.
Consumer Express, Kevin Trudeau &
The Suppressed Publication of MLM Fraud
In Chapter 4, we'll
examine C. Fred Alford's study on "whistleblowers."
But even before we get to that study, there is a deep
relevance in mentioning an act of whistleblowing of
my own, because it runs concurrent so many of the other
elements of fraud, deceit, and corruption that are woven into
the fabric of American life -- besides being an essential
component in recounting my story.
In 1984, just five
years before I was exposed to the history, product, and
basic formulation from which I would later create
Cansema®,
I co-founded a direct sales (more specifically an MLM,
or "multi-level marketing") company called, Consumer Express.
Two years later I created
a small manufacturing company, for the sole purpose of making
various products exclusively for our direct sales company called
Lumen Foods (today better known as soybean.com).
In conjunction with the launching of that company, I authored
a book entitled, Lumen:
Food for a New Age -- my first book and my
second manufacturing company . . . I was 30 years old.
The
initial shareholders for our company included the founders of
Consumer Express, plus our young marketing director, Kevin Trudeau.
Trudeau was only 23 years old when we hired him for this important
position. He was an enormous talent, a brilliant salesman . . .
and from numerous accounts that bled through the phones of
those unfortunate enough to have to man our customer service
lines, a "con man" extraordinaire -- so much so that his
exploits would, years later, become legendary.
[8]
Shortly after Lumen
Foods started shipping its first products (in October, 1986),
I discovered that my partners were telling numerous
individuals within our 35,000 strong distributor force
not to purchase our products. This posed an enormous
problem for me financially, because Consumer Express had
an exclusive marketing agreement with Lumen Foods.
If your one and only customer decides not to purchase
your products, there is no way you can avoid collapse.
Since my family
was the only one with any capital invested in Lumen Foods'
startup (my partners didn't contributed any funds
personally . . . and very little support corporately),
I had to protect the investment. On March 20, 1987, I sold
my family's interest in Consumer Express (which was, by
then, trading publicly as Drax Ventures), for a tiny
fraction of what the shares were then being sold for
publicly "in the pink sheets."
Operating under
duress, my family cashed out our 16% interest in a company
which was then grossing over $14 million annually, for
a mere $80,000. I immediately drafted a Business Plan
and Private Offering Memorandum, and began the process
of raising money for the startup. The $80,000 cash out
went into the company as well. It was during this period
that Kevin Trudeau invested several thousand dollars into
Lumen Foods after which he immediately asked for a loan
from the fledgling company.
"You can trust me, Greg,"
I remember Kevin telling me, when I pointed out how odd it was
that he would request a loan so soon after having made an
investment. "After all, I'm an owner in the Company, too."
Despite the lack of logic in his pleading and the warnings
in my own intuition, I relented and gave him the money.
Despite the enormous wealth
that Trudeau would earn in subsequent years, the notch on his
belt he would earn from cutting yet another victim would never
be addressed. The funds were never returned.
In 1990, I wrote the first
of three editions of
MLM Fraud: A Practical Handbook for the Network
Marketing Professional. The first edition was "nom de plumed"
by a friend, Mark James, and in subsequent volumes, I used my own name.
The book was, among other things, an expose on the "multi-level
marketing" (MLM) industry, but with particular emphasis on my own experiences
with my ex-partners. I followed up my experiences in 1995-6 with the
creation of the MLM Credit Bureau
(then viewable at
www.calgraf.com/mlm), the purpose of which was to act as a kind
of credit alert system where "MLM'ers" who had been defrauded
could air their grievances. (This was well before the emergence
of "blogs" on the internet.)
An entire volume could be
written on the legal wrangling that resulted from the publishing
of that book, but for the sake of both brevity and relevancy,
the following should be pointed out : for lack of funds to pay
for a proper defense, Kevin Trudeau and my ex-partners were able
to obtain sweetheart, interlocutory defense judgements against me
of over $148,000,000.00 ($10,000,000.00 for Kevin Trudeau, and
over $138,000,000.00 for Nutrition Express, the corporate name
which the former "Consumer Express" used throughout most of the 1990's,
and three of their officers). Additionally, judgements in Texas
and Illinois were issued that enjoined me from speaking or writing
about my Consumer Express, Nutrition Express, my ex-partners, or
any of our business dealings -- (something I freely violate now,
only because I live in South America --
with no intentions of ever returning to the United States . . .
but we'll get to that later).
These sums and the claims
behind them were grotesque and based upon falsified information, but
they do, in retrospect, offer an excellent example of how much the
First Amendment -- that U.S. legal monolith embodying the notion that the United States is
a beacon for "freedom of speech" -- has been relegated to utter hypocrisy.
On what basis was nearly $150 million in judgements awarded?
Libel . . . never mind that everything I had written was not
only true, but I had been an eyewitness -- some would say a participant
and benefactor. In both cases, the sums were arrived at by judges
with close relationships to the plaintiffs' lawyers. In both cases,
I was broke and struggling to represent myself as my own lawyer --
not by choice, but by circumstance.
There was never a trial in
either case, and, in fact, I was never served any paperwork in
the Trudeau case, so I could not have defended myself in the
first place. Admittedly, such actions are rare, even today in
American jurisprudence. However, it is all true -- just as the
contents of MLM Fraud -- opening as it did with the positive
results of a lie detector test I took regarding the contents of
the book -- was all true.
My personal bankruptcy in
U.S. Federal Court in 1996 managed to discharge the Nutrition Express
judgement -- that ridiculously absurd sum. But the $10,000,000
judgement to Trudeau continued to linger under the protection of
"collateral estoppel." It was dismissed in Louisiana in 2007, but
remains non-discharged in Illinois to this very day.
Trudeau's continuing lawsuits
against me resulted in Lumen Foods (then operating under Herbologics, Ltd.)
and my insurance company paying him off to the tune of $10,000.00
(or 0.1% of the total award). But, of course, this wasn't good enough.
Working closely with his attorneys,
Trudeau managed to convince the U.S. Internal Revenue Service that I had
millions of dollars in offshore bank accounts.
From May, 1999 to September, 1999, my company and I were vigorously
audited by the IRS, after which time, no further taxes were requested
by the U.S. Government. The grounds for the audit itself were baseless,
but it still look an IRS agent (a Mr. Keith Monroe)
five months to figure out what I already knew.
Trudeau had lied to Federal agents,
but this is a perfectly acceptable practice, as long as you're paying
off the right people in government. I didn't have ANY offshore bank accounts,
period -- not in the late 1990's, and not at any time since then.
And I certainly didn't have any unreported income.
So, was Trudeau paying off the
right political people to get them to pester me?
Of course, and it's a common practice.
Trudeau's actions in this regard become clear in a moment.
In 1995 I began doing business
with Teju Srivastav, a web host operator who handled all of my internet creations --
(then hosted on Teju's server: www.ifu.net).
Over time Teju became not only a business partner in various ventures, but a good
friend, as well. Teju had varied interests and an even
more varied background: he was an
Ivy-league MBA (i.e. Cornell), heavily involved in the early days of the internet,
and a cousin to Maharishi Mahesh Yogi -- founder of a college I attended
in the 1970's. [9]
Nearly two years after
the full relevations concerning
Frank Dawson surfaced, I got a call from Teju,
who was now living in New Delhi. . . We had not spoken since a couple weeks
before I was arrested in 2003, so the call was a pleasant surprise.
It came in April, 2006.
Recollected to the best of my ability
(without having recorded the conversation), the dialogue went something
like this:
Teju:: [topic introduced in the middle of a conversation]
. . . "Greg . . . you know . . . there's been something I've been meaning to tell
you . . . [pause] . . . something I would have told you much sooner,
except that with all the activity involving U.S. agents, I was afraid to
even discuss it . . . "
Greg: "What's the matter?
What is it?"
Teju: "You know, I always told
you that you were taking a big risk with that MLM
Credit Bureau . . .
the book [MLM Fraud] was bad enough, but these people have a lot of money
and you just HAD to piss them off . . . "
Greg: "What is your point?
That's all in the past."
Teju: "No. It's not in the past.
You're still living it . . . "
Greg: "How so?"
Teju: "You were setup, man . . .
Trudeau set this whole thing up."
Greg: "How is that possible?
I already know that George Ackerson worked with the Plaintiff lawyers
for Sue Gilliatt and Sharon Lee to deflect his having stole $48,000
from Lumen Foods. They were both trying to aid in the shakedown
of the insurance company for my product liability policy. Getting
me in prison was the easiest way to do the shakedown.
How does Trudeau enter into this?"
Teju: " . . . Look . . . just
shut up and listen . . . About a week or two before you got arrested, I received
a call from a staff member for Senator Tom Delay . . . This guy wanted to
obtain copies of all your computer files -- everything you had hosted
on my server."
Greg: "How is that possible?
This person is not even involved in law enforcement. It's a different
branch of government."
Teju: "That doesn't matter.
The thing is that it happened. I had to hire an attorney in New Jersey
to respond to this guy."
Greg: "What did you tell him?
Teju: "My attorney told him
the truth . . . I DIDN'T have any of your files . . . When I got rid of
IFU.NET, I didn't keep any of my clients' personal files."
Greg: "This doesn't prove
that Trudeau had his hand in my arrest."
Teju: "But he did.
I can't tell you how I know . . . but he did . . . He pulled strings in
Washington to get them to come after you . . . "
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Teju left his explanation cryptic.
And, to this day, I don't understand what was left out. In early 2007,
Teju mysteriously disappeared. I stopped hearing from him. Emails
were never answered. I have no reason to believe he is not still alive,
but for reasons unknown, he has not called back.
Beginning in May, 2006, I began
to get mysterious internet communications -- most of them over
VOIP -- detailing the ongoing working relationship between
Kevin Trudeau, George Ackerson, and Sue Gilliatt -- and what
one party confirmed were renegade Federal Agents on the
payroll of Kevin Trudeau. I promised to provide complete
anonymity if I withheld the identify of those providing
detailed information "from the inside."
On March 9-11, 2007, roughly
nine months later and just days before my wife sold our
interest in Lumen Foods, we attended Natural
Foods Expo West in Anaheim, California, as an exhibitor.
In fact, it was at this show that we introduced
a passion fruit seed oil I was having produced and imported from Guayaquil,
Ecuador (now Ecuador Passion Fruit).
Without provocation, a man
approached our booth, introduced himself, and over a two day period
of time revealed to us the following: that Kevin Trudeau and George
Ackerson had not only working WITH Federal agents in my case, but
were assisting Federal Agents in ferreting out others in the
alternative health care community who were considered competitive
threats to the orthodox medical community -- in essence, that
Trudeau and Ackerson were now "snitches" working for the
Federal Government. In return, the FDA would look the other way
with regards to Trudeau's infomercial misstatements and comments
made on his website (www.naturalcures.com) and
Ackerson could continue selling products with ridiculous health
claims on his website (www.safermedicalinc.com).
(These claims were confirmed
later by two other sources: the owner of a naturopathic school in
the U.S. who told me that one of his students -- someone he was
quite close to and "very credible" -- revealed that Kevin Trudeau
had been co-opted year earlier, even while serving time in
U.S. Federal Prison on unrelated charges, to "work for us" and
out of that effort came his book, the promotion of his website,
naturalcures.com, and the effort to use Kevin Trudeau as a magnet
to attract practitioners who would approach him in good faith with
effective, alternative remedies of their own, who would then be
turned over to the FDA for prosecution. This report came to me
on February 15, 2008. On February 21, 2008, a source here in Ecuador
revealed that Trudeau and George Ackerson (see below) were
both working to this end, confirming the report
I had received at the March, 2007 Expo West exhibit.)
In early October, 2007,
Cathryn flew back to Lake Charles to take care of a handful of
remnant issues. In the course of her three day stay, she
visited our attorney, Mike Wright, who had startling revelations
of a most unusual nature -- much of it confirming what we had
already heard from these other emerging sources. Before our
family permanently moved to Ecuador in the summer of 2007, we had Mike
file the necessary paperwork to complete our civil lawsuit
that we had filed against George Ackerson and J. Michael Overton
in 2003. We were simply attempting to bring closure to something
that Federal agents had aborted in September, 2003, with my
arrest.
Mike revealed to
Cathryn that George Ackerson had called HIM and said that
he was working with the U.S. Attorney General on my case.
The threat was clear and unmistakeable: "If you proceed
with your case against me, I'll use the Federal Agents
that are in my back pocket to put your client back in prison."
George Ackerson's anger
was understandable and requires some background explanation.
For many years following the Carl Hubert
fiasco, I remained out of contact with George. Some time
in 1999, George contacted me again just to chat. Cathryn
and I eventually visited him at his apartment in San Antonio --
coincidentally, the same city I had first met George back
in January, 1987. George even
stayed over our home on December 31, 1999 with is ex-wife, Dotty,
to see if anything would materialize with Y2K.
At that time, George
was working for company called Ozel Pharmaceutical. They
had patented a drug called Amversel, raised millions of
dollars to get approved by the FDA. (Like most small
drug companies who don't know how the game is played, they
ran out of money before they could get approval -- a quite
predictable outcome if you know how the FDA works). In late
2000, Cathryn and I got an unexpected phone call from George.
He'd been fired.
I had never forgotten that
George had acted as a money broker for Lumen Foods in its early
days. Despite the fact that he was well paid in commissions
for his work, I had always felt a certain indebtedness.
It is in that spirit that we asked George -- who now was
in a financial bind -- if he wanted to move into our home.
It goes without saying
that you uncover entirely different attributes in a person
when they live with you -- versus communicating with them
from a distance. I had known, for instance, that George had
an issue with children. He had been dishonorably discharged
from the U.S. Army after the Vietnam War for improper activities
involving his "volunteer work at an orphanage." When I asked
George about this, he said he'd been falsely accused of
stealing a stereo and some periphenalia. The response seemed
bizarre, but I failed to press further.
I should have.
On November 18, 2001 --
(and I only know this because I made a notation in my
U.S. passport) -- while in Nassau, Bahamas, attending to
Alpha Omega Labs' business, I got a frantic call from
Cathryn. Apparently, she had invited George and a few
friends to have lunch at one of the local casino restaurants
in Westlake (across the bridge from Lake Charles).
The casino (Isle of Capri) has an expansive buffet
downstairs, which we used to visit quite regularly.
At the time, our son, Myron, was just five years old.
He and a friend were playing with the soft, red, velvet
ropes between the metal polls which are used to guide
the waiting line that leads to the cash register --
where you pay before you eat. In other words, he
was being a little kid. He was a little kid.
Unexpectedly -- and
out of no where -- George "cold cocked" our son. He didn't
slap him. He didn't reprimand him. He didn't push him.
He punched him in the head with a closed fist. There were
over a half dozen witnesses to the act.
Myron immediately
started screaming in pain and ran to Cathryn for protection.
Amazingly, this party of "friends" and kids went and ahead
and attempted to have a meal anyway. To this day, I think
my wife was in too much shock to know what to do in that
situation.
Upon returning home,
Cathryn immediately called me and asked me to come home
immediately. My return air ticket was scheduled for
the following day -- so I convinced her to let me
come home and we made plans on how she should protect
the household and our son until I got home.
Once I got home,
I got an expanded version of what happened. I also
learned that George had been asking if Myron could
take a shower with him . . . naked.
I had heard
enough at that point, and I put an end to our
relationship in short order. I told him the
relationship was over -- had a friend come over with
a loaded revolver (inside a newspaper) -- had him
collect his belongings -- and sent him packing
back to his father's ranch in Fort Benton, Montana.
Upon getting
rid of George, we went through the computer terminal
he used at Lumen Foods to see if he had been doing
anything that could get us in trouble. We found
nothing illegal financially . . . only a load of
gay pornography, some involving children, too numerous
to count. Not knowing if this would ever get us in
trouble now that it was sitting on one of our
computers, we promptly erased all the offending material.
We notified our
attorney, Mr. Richard Moreno of Lake Charles, of what
had happened. On his advice, we called the Lake Charles
Police Department, which has a division that deals with
child rape. Myron was interviewed by their specialists
and we were told that it was unlikely that George had
had any sex with Myron . . . yet.
I mention this not
to introduce salacious material into a true story that
has already reached the high water mark in skulduggery.
I bring it to readers' attention because it annunciates
a problem for other Americans who still don't know what's going
on. America has reached -- to use John Kaminski's phrase --
such an advanced stage as a criminal police state, that
there are hidden dangers even in protecting yourself or your
family from those most predisposed to do you harm.
Toby McAdams, BloodrootProducts
& Federal Assistance of Copyright Theft
More aggrevating
than Ackerson's overt threat that he would not be deterred
in keeping our $48,000 -- because he had the assistance of
Federal agents who were happy to assist him in his theft.
(After all, "snitches" are a Federally protected species
of the most common variety . . . like the prostitutes
of Lake Charles who sell cocaine with the knowledge and
cooperation of the Lake Charles Police Department because
their crimes can be overlooked in the quest to catch
even "bigger" criminals -- an acceptable bait to hook
larger fish.)
While I was still
in prison I filed
Cansema and
Meditopia
with the U.S. Trademark and Patent Office. (The preceding
links reveal proof of trademark for both names). In the case
of Cansema, I wanted to see if the "renegade agents"
involved in my case would be deterred if they knew
that Toby McAdams (bloodrootproducts.com) was violating
my U.S. federal trademark.
My secretary,
Tabby LeDoux, continued to file complaints with the
FDA over this theft -- (I enclose samples of her
letters notifying the FDA,
and discussions of the
complaint letters themselves). The only thing that resulted, however,
was a letter to Toby to take down some of his testimonials.
He had stolen my web pages, my products, my product names,
and my testimonials . . . to say nothing of the $6,000
in accounts payable he skipped out on after I was arrested.
All of this provided irrefutable proof
that even in the mind of the FDA, I had never committed a crime
in the first place . . . I was simply "hit" because the job
had been paid for -- in full.
The reason for
getting a U.S. trademark on Meditopia involved an
entirely different type of criminal behavior on the part
of U.S. agents. Rodney Stich had alerted me, both through
his work and in telephone discussions, to the possibility
of having my book name stolen or otherwise co-opted, just
as he had experienced with his first book,
Unfriendly Skies.
[10]
A Losing Battle:
Overcoming the Combined Efforts of an Infomercial Con,
a Pedophile, an Embezzling Employee Also Turned
FDA Snitch, and their cooperating FDA agent.
U.S. FDA Agent, John Armand, Raids & Robs
My Secretary's Home . . . The Decision
Not to Return to the U.S.
In October, 2007,
we also discovered that the home of my former secretary,
Tabetha LeDoux, was raided by -- once again --
FDA criminal investigation agent, John Armand.
All herbal products in her medicine cabinet were
confiscated, despite the fact that they were legal,
and at the end of the raid, she was
handed a subpoena. Days later, my former shipping
clerk, Zoe Farris, was, likewise, hit with a subpoena.
By this time,
I was not even living in the U.S. Beginning in August, 2006,
I had begun making trips to Ecuador, where I decided I wanted
to move after my imprisonment. With the full approval and
permission of the U.S. Probation Office (where I was still
serving a three year sentence), I expanded by business
activity in South America, and in April, 2007 I shipped
all our household goods to Ecuador. My wife obtained
her investor's visa, and we planned to move permanently
after June 5, 2007. Why June 5? Because this marked the date
when I had been assured by my probation officer that I would
be finished with probation. Instead of three years served,
my probation sentence, along with others who had met the requirements of
that office, would be reduced to just one year.
By late June, I began to get
suspicious because I had not heard anything from my probation office
about my promised relief. When I finally had a chance to discuss
it with my probation officer, a Ms. Jackie Fontenot, she indicated
that I would not be let go of probation, as promised, after all.
By this time, my family, my household goods, my business equipment ---
everything I had --- was in Ecuador. Jackie advised that I file
for relief directly with the Federal Court in Lafayette.
So, I hired another attorney in Lafayette (a Mr. Lawrence
Billeau) and did precisely that. It took several months,
but a court date of October 25, 2007 was finally set.
It should have been
a simple matter . . . but it wasn't. The U.S. Attorney's
Office, seething that I had managed to get our families'
real estate assets returned -- which we sold at a profit,
decided to exact revenge. Or, for all I know, the principal
motivation factor could have been that Kevin Trudeau promised
bonuses for those who assisted in putting me back in prison.
(This was reported to me by one of Trudeau's own ex-employees.)
A date
of October 9, 2007 -- just 16 days before my probation
hearing, was set up to hold a Grand Jury
investigation. It's anybody's guess what they would
cook up . . . but what difference would it make what
fabrication they created? After all, if truth doesn't matter,
then how does the law matter? The real
intent was to destroy any chance of having the balance of
my probation revoked. Ever gloating and proud of himself.
John Armand began bragging to people
in Lake Charles with mouths even bigger than his that he
had succeeded in turning a probation relief hearing into
a probation revocation hearing. (The FDA and the
U.S. Attorney's Office knew, of course, that
the Federal Court in Lafayette had set the October 25th date.)
As it turns out, I would never have learned what the FDA
and the U.S. Attorney's Office were up to had it not been
with a vengeful ex-employee who spilled out their game
plan.
On October 10, 2007,
my former accountant, Crystal Leslie, admitted in a sworn
deposition (taken in connection with a worker's compensation
case) that she was working with the FDA to assure my
reimprisonment. She disclosed that our two other ex-employees,
Tabetha LeDoux and Zoe Farris, would testify for the government
as well -- (no doubt coerced, because as the reader must be
well aware by now, coercion is the coin of the realm at
the U.S. Department of Justice).
This news, combined with information I already
had on John Armand's connection to Kevin Trudeau, led me
to instruct my attorney, Lawrence Billeau, to abandon
the petition I had filed in Lafayette to eliminate the
balance of my probation. [See Crystal
Leslie deposition, along with my
rebuttal to its
innumerable false statements.]
The behavior of
Crystal Leslie, whom we had previously viewed as a good employee,
left us puzzled. Acting on intuition Cathryn decided to conduct
a three-year audit of Lumen Foods' books. Her motivation was
that (1) Crystal had been the bookkeeper and accountant of
Lumen Foods for the entire time I had been in prison,
(2) That Crystal had begun to act very strange towards after
we sold Lumen Foods when the subject of money she had
"borrowed from the checkbook" came up, and (3) The lies
she was communicating to the FDA now made us question
the accuracy of the books themselves.
After two weeks of
auditing, Cathryn understood why Crystal was now doing everything
she could to obstruct our smooth passage and create a situation
where we could not return to the States. We found solid evidence
that she had skillfully embezzled over $25,000 -- in undeclared
loans, the use of our corporate "Sam's Club card" to pay for
her groceries (to the tune of over $1,000 per month), and the
use of corporate funds to pay for a variety of personal expenses.
Knowing that we were getting closer to this discovery was more
than enough motivation for her create a stunningly bogus
story line.
Under no condition would
she want us to return. If we were to take legal action in the
States, she would end up with an indictment of her own. And she
couldn't get indicted, no matter how big the fraud, unless we
were present to testify.
Understanding now
that Cathryn and I could not overcome Trudeau's bribe payments,
not to mention a consortium who, for financial reasons, were
motivated to put Cathryn and I both in prison -- or, at the very
least, prevent us from returning to the States,
we made the decision to stay out of the U.S. and never
return. For my part, I was, for all intents and purposes, abandoning
my U.S. citizenship -- even if I wasn't going to the
U.S. consulate to follow the formalities laid down by the
U.S. Department of State.
Armed with assurances
from Ecuadorean officials that my work as an herbalist and
a food manufacturer would not pose a problem in Ecuador,
and knowing that I lived in a country where alternative
systems of healing are protected under the law (Article 44 of the
Ecuadorean Constitution), I felt firm -- and still do --
in my decision to abandon my ancestral home.
In this I have no regrets.
Our Lab Reopens
On June 1, 2008, Alpha Omega
Labs reopened in Guayaquil, Ecuador, as an "export-only" company --
a little over fifty-six and a half months after it was forcibly
closed. Two months later, we received a extortion
letter from Toby McAdams -- the gist of which is "either you
let me continue to rob your intellectual property, or I'll use
my friend in Washington to make hell for you." Little did he know
that sending this letter -- by itself -- constituted a felony . . .
(but presumably only if committed by someone who isn't getting
government protection.)
Having endured years of
his violating our registered
trademark for Cansema -- not to mention the wholesale copying
of our web pages, the evidence of which is immortalized on
the Wayback Internet Archive --
for RisingSunHealth
and BloodrootProducts,
and, of course, the endless complaints enumerated earlier in this chapter,
we initiated a program to benefit innocent customers who, not knowing
any better, purchased what they thought was Cansema,
but which turned out to be substandard, misbranded and/or mislabelled
items with our name on it . . . [14]
Toby -- citing assistance
from the FDA, changed the name of his product from "Cansema"
to "Cancema" -- as if changing one letter and maintaining
the same phonetic name somehow made his product less of a
trademark violation . . . It is sad to end this chapter with
something so petty -- bickering over the name of a product,
except that it so well illustrates and concurs with the bulk
what this chapter is about.
I cannot watch a DVD movie
at home without having to endure -- deprived of the opportunity
to fast-forward past it, that ubiquitous FBI warning about the
penalties for violating the moviemaker's intellectual property.
Up to $250,000 in fines . . . 5 to 10 years in prison, etc.
It is a law that does not
pertain to me. It wasn't created to protect people without powerful
political connections. It is yet another sign of a world culture
built on a myriad of unsustainable asymmetries.
When I began writing this
chapter, it was the summer of 2004.
At that time, I was looking at roughly 18 more months in prison --
the uncertainty surrounding confiscated property for which
I had to continue to pay bills [15] --
and the fear of what would happen to my wife and son.
Living in Ecuador
has taught me to appreciate what little time we have
left in this civilizational cycle -- an important issue
I address later in this book. Living in Ecuador has also
taught me that there is no place on earth that is safe from
the tyrannical forces that shape our world. I learned that after
one unsuccessful kidnapping attempt in 2008; my success in winning
an extradiction hearing in December, 2009 -- which the U.S. didn't
like; my subsequent "extraordinary rendition" back to the U.S.;
followed by an additional two years of imprisonment in the U.S.
These extraordinary events --
which involve a breathtaking array of broken domestic and international
laws --
are the subject of the final segment of this chapter.
- Putnam, Robert.
Bowling Alone.
- Novak, David.
Downtime: A Guide to
Federal Incarceration.
- Jensen, Derrick.
The Culture of Make Believe, p. 576-584.
- Berman, Morris.
Dark Ages America,
p. 228.
- Stich, Rodney.
Defrauding America,
p. 94-117. I learned in prison of the daily atrocities committed by
the U.S. Department of Justice in their quest to shakedown as many citizens
of their life's earnings as they could. But few have documented the cases
as well as Stich, with whom I have talked at length by phone. Rodney has
written 13 other books on gross U.S. Government atrocities -- most of his
information coming from ex-FBI and CIA agents who just couldn't stomach
it anymore and came to Rodney to disclose what they knew. Nothing in
Stich's extensive work lies in contradiction with what I myself learned,
read, and personally observed in prison -- spending countless hours reading
transcripts and comparing anecdotes. I doubt I will ever finish even half
of what Stich has written, though I own every book he's written.
Emotionally and spiritually I just can't take it anymore.
- Frank Dawson is a fictitious name. Because
the police officer in question still lives in Lake Charles, I have
elected to alter his identity.
- John Armand makes so many references to people "Caton hasn't
paid . . . especially Kevin Trudeau -- for $10,000,000" that I have come
to believe, although I will never be able to prove it through anything other
than circumstantial evidence, that, like Senator Tom DeLay, in my case,
he is on Trudeau's payroll.
- Kevin Trudeau's record can be read on a variety of
sites around the internet. You have only to enter his name, "Kevin Trudeau,"
in Google and read the results. In 1990 I published
MLM Fraud (discussed further on
in this chapter), which devoted three small
pages to what was, just up to that time, my experiences with him.
They are represented here as pages
47,
48, and
49 of that book.
Subsequent editions of the book republished very much the same material,
though the author is therein referred to in first, not third, person.

- For a year and a half, I attended Maharishi
International University in Fairfield, Iowa -- beginning in 1979.

- See Stich's Defrauding
America, p. 513-516. This section details how Bantam-Doubleday
expressed no interest in Stich's expose book on corruption
at the FAA, entitled
Unfriendly Skies
-- in fact, they stated they were not interested in the
subject matter. Stich then details how he was amazed to see them
turn around and publish a book with the same exact title after
Stich's began to get public attention. I discussed this incident with Stich
by phone after I was released from prison. His story and the circumstantial
evidence of U.S. government involvement were sufficient inspiration, making
me glad I had trademarked my own book name. Not because U.S. agents wouldn't
violate my trademark anyway -- but that I would have a record that the book
and its contents were mine, making it easier to combat co-optation.

- See James May's The
Miracle of Stevia, in particular Chapter 9, "Aspartame: The Most Studied
Product in History?." There are other books with greater detail
about the dangers of aspartame, but I chose this one because it
analyzes this artificial sweetener juxtapost a far superior
solution that is also suppressed because of its competitive threat.
The material that follows (Chapter 10: "The FDA Stands Firmly
Behind Aspartame") should also be read. (p. 158-190).

- Samuel Epstein, The Politics
of Cancer - Revisited, p. 640.

- Relevant to closing thoughts on Tocqueville: In 2004, Paramound Pictures released
Team America World Police, an American
black comedy from the makers of
South Park
(see reviews).
The most disturbing part of the film -- summed up quite well in the
lyrics of the film's theme song
("America, Fuck Yeah!") -- is the degree to which it accurately
expressed the contradictory elements of the American common narrative
as it now manifests itself.
I close this column with this
footnote for two reasons: (1) It is relevant to our discussion of
Tocqueville, because it best expresses -- even if it is a parody,
using puppets to disguise its twisted truths -- what you get when
you take Tocqueville's observations of early America and give them
time to ferment into full-blown Empire, and (2) It acts as a prelude
to our examination in Chapter 5 of Steve Wolfram's work
on the effects of simple "programs" in creating complex, often unintended,
end results through time. The relationship between Tocqueville's observations
and Americanism made fully manifest at the stage of Spengler's
caesarism is but a microcosm of a larger phenomenon, which I note
as the development of the GCOS (Global Cultural Operating System) is later
chapters. 
- With the U.S. Government evolving into a full-blown
racketeering operation, early on we realized that acquiring registered
trademarks was little more than a showpiece. There was no way that
we could defend our intellectual property if the agents for the
Government were protecting those who were violating it. The
only way we could defend our property, therefore, was to promise
to give those who had been deceived a proper replacement by
charging them a dramatically reduced price (in the case of
Cansema, just $5 for the original $49.95 jar).
As with all this Orwellian
in a disintegrating republic, the irony is obvious --- having
to fund a counter-operation because the very government
which says it respects and protects intellectual property
is a looter of those same rights.
We shouldn't expect
anything different under the current Global Cultural Operating
System. 
- There are no words to describe how
mind-numbingly incompetent officials for the Department of Justice
can be. First, they create a grotesque, convoluted argument
to arrive at a confiscation figure of $950,000. That is what they say I
owe them for having sold Cansema Salve. Then they create
charges that name only H3O and Cansema Tonic III -- products for which
sales never reached anything close to this figure. Then they
confiscate virtually all of our company's commercial properties
(i.e. Herbologics, Ltd.) and having confiscated all the property,
they refuse to pay any of the bills or maintain the property.
They don't pay what they owe for property taxes, maintenance,
utilities, security. They just let the property rot . . .
you know . . . pretty much as they're maintaining the
U.S. infrastructure right now . . .
until I got it returned to its rightful owner, sold it,
and left the U.S.
Then they tell our
Lafayette attorney that we deceived them about the value of our property --
remarkable since no federal defendant is ever asked what he thinks his
confiscated property is worth . . . (see above) . . . unbelievable.
Fits, doesn't it?

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 The market is now crowded
with books that document the curtailment of civil rights and
the functional elimination of the U.S. Constitution as it
was originally intended.
This book describes how "over
a thousand years of legal protections" have evaporated,
so that, ultimately, no American is safe.
 "Truth is the plea bargaining
process's greatest casualty. Yet, the justice system's movers
and shakers -- prosecutors, judges, defense lawyers -- show little
concern for truth. This is apparent from how the plea bargaining
process works. Terror, not truth, is its hallmark." (p. 86)
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 "To uphold justice,
the sovereign cannot stain itself by violating the law to
bring a guilty person to justice. That is the majesty of
law. Prosecutors who suborn perjury to convict innocent
persons are evil incarnate. They desecrate the law." (p. 16)
So state the authors, and I, myself, witnessed repeatedly
the degree to which truth had no bearing in the
court room.
 When my prosecutor
told one of my attorneys (in response to how he could
present information he knew to be false), "you do your
job, or you lose your job," he only confirmed what
these authors portray: that the criminal justice system,
a reflection of the corrupt sewage that now runs through
all branches of U.S. government, is nothing more than
a "career-driven conviction mill." (p. 6) The cynicism behind
this truism is what has coined one of the most common
expressions you will hear in Federal prison: "There
are only two kinds of people behind bars: those who
pled and those who wish they'd pled." The very notion
that any person charged with a crime would do anything
whatsoever to actually defend themselves (and that means
going to trial) is now so infuriating to authorities
that sentences can be up to ten times greater for the
very same charge between the individual who "pleads out"
and the one who is convicted in court. The extended
sentence isn't for the crime itself. The extended
sentence is intended to send a message: "DO NOT DARE
to question our authority. You plead to whatever we
come up with or we will destroy your life."
 I remember
one op-ed in the Wall Street Journal that said that
any prosecutor could "indict a ham sandwich."
The situation on the tale end is worse: if the
prosecutor comes up with a plea agreement that says
you conspired with Romulans to take over the
Klingon Empire, that's what you plead to.
 And the
Federal Judge in your case will have no problem
accepting it.
 You can make
no bigger mistake than to think that Truth -- or any
vestige of provable fact -- that resides outside the
objectives of the prosecutor (i.e. convict at all cost)
has any place in a Federal court of law.
 It has no place at all.
 This was only confirmed
during my meeting with Ron Helo.
 The authors of "Tyranny"
go farther than anything I've seen to show that the plea
bargaining process is a form of coercion and torture.
In my own case, when I told Federal Judge Tucker
Melancon that I didn't agree with what was being
read (by my own attorney, Lewis Unglesby) from the
Pleading, what was his response? He instructed me to
go back and meet with my attorney in private.
In other words, let's recess so your attorney can
advise you on 'how things work around here.'
 Long ago,
writes the authors, "English jurists recognized that
a guilty plea could be provoked by needs other than the
alleviation of a bad conscience. Perhaps the plea
was a fraud, prompted by a bribe . . . [truth in
my case, as described in an upcoming chapter] . . .
Maybe threats had been made against his wife, children,
or estate. [In my case, all three.] . . . Guilty
pleas in the absence of a trial prevented the judicial
search engine from finding out what actually had happened,
thus impeding the pursuit of truth. The easy convenience
of a guilty plea had the stink of malfeasance. (p. 84-85).
For these sound reasons, "There was no plea bargaining
in felony cases in the eighteenth century . . . "
Moreover, "The parallels between the modern American
plea bargaining system and the ancient system of judicial
torture are many and chilling." (p. 85)
 Kaminski travels where
few American intellectuals dare tread.
The volume above is just
a small sampling of his work -- a monument to a man who,
to draw from a lesson we'll examine in Chapter 4, has
fully seen behind the cruel lies of our 'common narrative.'
 His work is relevant
in this chapter because if the Department of Justice were
even as corrupt as Dick Armey makes it out to be
("out of control"), then one would think that this problem
might be systemic: that it might infect other parts of the
U.S. Government.
 Kaminski uses powerful
polemics to show that it does.
 ". . . the prognosis
is terminal. There can be no recovery of a system that
is infected with this much criminal activity. There is no
fixing this, especially by voting, which has degenerated
into widespread electronic fraud . . .
 What will happen
is what is happening now. The nation is collapsing
into a criminal police state, where the only thing that
counts is how much the payoff is. No matter how noble
or honest individual sheriffs or legislators are; they're
going nowhere against the massive web of corruption
now strangling the life out of our once sincere
republic.
 The Constitution
is gone and America is dead. Most people haven't
noticed because they're spiritually and intellectually
dead themselves. Too much TV and bad schools. Too many
life lessons that taught it was not profitable to
be honest.
 You won't read
about this in the newspapers, or hear it on TV.
Honest analyses of what's really going (on) are
bad for business, not conducive to the marketing
of all these unneeded and deceptive products.
 In conducting
America's autopsy report, there was a fundamental
rule to be followed: If it was good for business, it
was bad for people. This is why the disease of greed
was fatal. Our leaders stopped telling the truth a long
time ago, and when the time came when telling the
truth became essential for our survival, they
just couldn't remember how.
 Because they
were paid not to." (p. 135-6)
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 The problems
described in this chapter are systemic,
and the analogy I use in talking to people is
that of a systemic disease. If a man has malaria,
it doesn't matter where the doctor draws the blood:
from the neck, the hip, a leg or arm -- no matter
where the blood comes from, the patient's blood
will still reveal, when properly examined, that the
patient has malaria.
 In later
chapters, I create logical constructs -- an expansion
of the rhetorical concept of "synecdoche" --
to show how examining each part
and finding malaria wherever you go, strengthens
the argument that each part is infected.
Likewise, by examining our Global Cultural Operating
System our understanding of this systemic
corruption, as a whole, is reinforced on
multiple layers of understanding.
 And yet,
in the end, when our polemics and arguments
have been exhausted, we will still not arrive
at a place that is more advanced than the
position from which Kaminski now speaks.
 But we
will own the knowledge ourselves,
so we don't have to take his word for it.
 If it is true, as
Kaminski intimates, that "the false fabric of history is
unraveling beneath an avalanche of pathological lies,"
then, as it relates to American life, shouldn't sociological
measurements be able to quantify this implosion on
the level of localized community.
 Yes, it should.
 And it does.
 Written in 1996,
Putnam's work now seems dated. A bulwark within a
relatively new movement in sociology called
"neo-Tocquevillianism," Putnam tries to escape
"the declensionist narrative" -- that is,
the recounting of rise and fall that are retold
in every civilization whose members still care
to recall their collective past.
(p. 24). Instead, he strives to paint himself
as an optimist championing the revival of American community.
 His recommendations,
from my perspective -- and I've read his latest follow up
book, Better Together --
strike the keen observer as 'too little, too late.'
They marginalize the negative policies of a highly
centralized government, do little to nothing to factor
in the effects on community of a highly diminished
resource base, and cluelessly circumvent the
obvious: that in a world where globalism reigns,
sucking communities dry of their own internal
resources in the same way that the Core has
sucked Peripheral third-world countries dry
for most of the last 500 years, the regeneration
of community life is impossible until after
some form of "Crash." Such a cataclysm must be
sufficiently deep so as to cause a complete
rewriting of our global cultural operating system,
such that transformation will eliminate its
non life-supporting, suicidal tendencies.
 The signs
pointing to such a near-term event are too numerous
to mention, but come from diverse arguments, sources,
disciplines, and times. Such an event is described
as crash and die-off
(see Catton),
purification and change of "cycle"
(see Hopi prophesy in Waters,
p. 333-334),
earth change (numerous examples in works on Edgar Cayce),
armageddon (John of Patmos, with focus on Revelations, Chap. 18),
dark age (see Berman's
Dark Ages America or
Vacca's Coming Dark Age),
collapse (apply lessons learned from
Tainter), systemic
decline ( Spengler),
breakdown ( Toynbee)
-- pick your term and
its proponents, it doesn't matter.
Again, you can't begin the next experiment in
humanity without first cleaning out the petri
dish.
 America and the
cultural operating system that has created it are
beseiged by a resource-centripetal Military Industrial
Complex, an overarching Medical Industrial Complex
(to which a sizeable portion of this book is addressed) --
so why should there not be a Prison Industrial Complex
that exhibits the very same psychotic behavior?
 The insanity
behind this system is addressed in any number of
books, the notable ones written within the last
seven years. My favorite was Joel Dyer's
The Perpetual Prisoner Machine :
How America Profits from Crime. The same message,
however, can be gleaned from Parenti's
Lockdown America,
Joseph T. Hallinan's
Going Up the River:
Travels in a Prison Nation, or
Tonry's Thinking About
Crime: Sense and Sensibility in American Penal
Culture.
 No amount
of reading, however, can prepare a person for the
horrors one witnesses from the inside. No amount
of television viewing concerning penal life -- which
do no justice to the actual experience, and no amount
of conversation with those who've "been down," serve
as an accurate substitute for the experience. It is
not without irony that on Monday, March 13, 2006 -- the day
I was released from "Beaumont Low" -- that the guard
bringing me to the foray to be released said,
"I hear you're an author . . . that you write books."
 "Well . . .
a couple . . ." I replied meekly.
 "Good . . .
because somebody needs to write about what
goes on inside this place."
 What the guard
didn't know is that there have been quite a number
of good works already written that warn the American
public about the nature of its penal system and
culture. The problem is that very few people read them,
and if they did, they still wouldn't fully grasp
the systemic flaws it reveals about America at large.
 The reason
for this is obvious to one who has seen both
sides: the bulk of American myth and the common
narrative that propagates it -- not to mention
the propagandistic orientation of American
corporate media -- stand in such contrast to
these truths. Accepting the horror of what America's
penal culture has turned into and what is says
about America means confronting a cognitive
disonance that few can accept. We explore this
phenomena more extensively in the
second section of the
next chapter.
 With so many people now
going to prison, you now have a growing field of consultants
who advise people who are about to "go down." This was
bound to happen, sooner or later, simply because even the
highest paid criminal defense lawyers know little to nothing
about the BOP (Bureau of Prisons), nor do they give a shit.
The same can be said of Federal prosecutors and their
partners-in-crime: the Federal judges who sentence
defendants -- doing so very rarely in a way that does not largely
comport with the prosecutor wishes.
 I, myself, consulted a
"prison consultant" before I "went down." In fact, I bought
a copy of David Novak's Downtime
before I had to self-report to prison on September 24, 2004.
 Does it do the job?
Does it provide reliable instructions so that if you follow
its guidelines you will have a smoother transition into
prison life -- America's fastest growing lifestyle
non-choice?
 Only marginally so.
 But don't blame
the author. He does his best. And there were
a handful of suggestions my wife and I found helpful.
 The problem is
that American prisons are islands unto themselves.
Yes, they do have rules. But they break them routinely,
another reflection of a kind of ubiquitous God-complex
which undergirds prison administration.
("We do what we want. When we want. And if people don't like
it, they can shove it up their ass," as I heard on any
number of occasions inside prison).
 In this sense,
we once again find in America's penal culture a
microcosm of the very same authoritarianism that
runs rampant at virtually all levels of American
Empire.
 As mentioned in
brief in the primary text, MLM Fraud
is an excellent case study in the effective dismantlement
of civil rights in America -- in this case, the right
to "freedom of speech."
 My purpose in
writing MLM Fraud was not -- as my detractors
15 years ago attempted to portray -- a case of "sour
grapes." I didn't write the book because of envy, or
because I inherently disliked my former partners, or
because, like the renegade FDA agents I talk about,
somebody put money in my pocket. Quite the contrary,
I loathed the tactics to which I was an eyewitness. I saw
innocent people get hurt -- some of them lose their
lifesavings. I wanted the public to know that most
MLM operations are carefully-crafted pyramid schemes,
and I wanted to provide methods whereby entrepreneurial
people could identify the better opportunities from
those where the game was rigged. The aim of the book
was to even the odds a little bit.
 With meticulous
detail I provided as many facts, figures, names, events,
and primary source documents as I could in the book -- and then
to top it off, I opened the book with the results of my
own professionally-administered lie-detector test.
The book didn't read like an expanded tabloid article,
because it wasn't tabloid material. Moreover, I took
consider risk in self-publishing the book, because I knew
I was going after wealthy, vested interests -- and not
just my former partners.
 Did any of this make any
difference in the ability of those who wanted to shut me up
in reaching their goal?
 Of course not.
 In the next chapter,
we cover the suppression of the work of Wilhelm Reich and
the U.S. Court order to have his books burned. Those who
become acquainted with Reich's case automatically assume
that this case (which took place in 1954) is isolated, that
"freedom of speech" is largely protected and that the
suppression of sensitive material that is threatening or
embarrassing to vested interests is the exception and not
the rule.
 Those who make such
assumptions are simply wrong.
 Today the core partners
of what began as Consumer Express (Tom Schreiter, David Bertrand, and Jana Mitcham)
operate under yet another new entity,
Vitamart.
I doubt that even a fraction of their current distributors
are familiar with the fields of financial dead bodies
that have preceeded their current corporate incarnation.
 In a land where
it is so easy to use the courts to suppress "freedom of
speech," how would they know?
 Many will find it
improbable that someone like
Kevin Trudeau is "working
for the dark side." After all, the self-styled
"Mr. Mega Memory," has made his most
current fortune by preaching a gospel
that exalts natural living and excoriates the
pharmaceutical industry. In fact, many of the
positions that Trudeau takes in his best-selling
book, Natural Cures
"They" Dont' Want You To Know About read as if
they were lifted straight out of
Alpha Omega Labs --
material I wrote as long as 12 years ago.
 I, myself,
dismissed, early-on, the evidence that Trudeau
was actually WORKING as a snitch for the
U.S. Food & Drug Administration. I was able to
dismiss this evidence because I knew that, on the
surface, Trudeau was regularly at odds with
this federal agency, as well as the U.S. Federal
Trade Commission. Why would someone cooperate with
a governmental agency that was a frequent and regular
adversary? Additionally, Trudeau had an axe to grind
because of both the publication of MLM Fraud
and my online creation of the MLM Credit Bureau.
His working with the FDA and George Ackerson to pose problems for me
was, in my mind, insufficient proof that he was working with
governmental pharmaceutical thugs in cases outside my own.
 In the end,
the approach of people whom I would come to regard
as helpful "snitches to the snitches" proved to be
too overwhelming. I simply could not discount the
obvious: Trudeau had been co-opted. A simple pact had been
reached between Trudeau and the U.S. Government, which,
in effect, said, "You can continue making wild,
unsubstantiated claims about your books and other
products, if you agree to pay the occasional fines
[after all ... it always comes down to the money],
and help us prosecute those who come to you with
competitive treatments from the alternative health
care community. After all, the People trust you now.
They listen to you. You're in a better position to
find out which practitioners, chemists, and small
manufacturers are making products or developing
procedures that could compete with our clients at the
big pharmaceutical companies than we are.
Congratulations -- you're on our team now!"
 An abundance of
such Faustian pacts is a requirement of modern
governnance --- for legitimacy's true role is to permit
the dominant polity to burden the citizenry without
molestation from prospective invaders. Such control
cannot be maintained without co-optation of perceived
opposition.
(See The Prince, p. 26,
for Machiavelli's description of the opportunity provided
to Moses by the lack of observance of this principle
by the Egyptians.)
 From May 18-20, 2007,
Cathryn and I attended a seminar in Sedona, Arizona, where
we had an opportunity to talk to another well-known author
about the Trudeau matter. His comment on what we were
observing was illuminating: "Trudeau is very big in the media
now, and no one --- and I mean, no one -- who gets to that level
of exposure and success in this country and takes a position
critical of reigning government policy, lasts very long unless they have
cut a deal to secretly work for the other side. And this
is particularly true if the subject is having to cross
lines of legality to sustain their success, thus requiring
special favors."
 I read the first edition
of Trudeau's book
while I was in U.S. prison (2005). To be
fair in my appraisal, I found many of the themes similar to
my own and many of the positions taken grew out of the same
observations. On the other hand, the number of inaccurate
statements or comments that fly in the face of all scientific
evidence was startling for such a widely published work.
The first couple editions contained no footnotes or index and
wildly false statements are made to support our common
positions. (I have not kept up with the most recent
editions, if there are any). Although Trudeau provides a caveat
early on (i.e. "Everything I say in this book is my opinion."
p. 5)), even opinions should have some basis in reality.
A small sampling of the more outlandish:
"Animals in the wild have virtually no disease
and no illness and live three to five times longer than humans."
(Comment: What animals is he talking about? Do they reside on
this planet? . . . ridiculous). (p. 14)
"Animals don't get cancer, diabetes, arthritis, or virtually
any of the common human diseases . . . animals do not exercise
and have no obesity or weight problem." (Comment: Is there
an editor in the house?) (p. 60)
"When you are toxic, your body becomes highly acidic. Your
body pH should be alkaline. When your body pH is acidic you are
susceptible to illness and disease. When your body pH is alkaline,
you virtually can never get sick!" (Comment: In India, they
have a saying, "A little knowledge is a dangerous thing." There is
clear evidence that certain pH-balancing therapies can be beneficial.
In fact, we discussed this on Alpha Omega Labs' site and provided an
easy, non-toxic way to alkaline specific body fluids. However, the
operative word here is "specific." You'd never know from Trudeau's
exposition, for instance, that the blood must be maintained between
pH 7.35 and 7.45. If you "alkaline" it, you die. My attitude towards
alkaline-balancing approaches changed, however, after 2003, when
I met privately with Dr. Vladimir Volkov in St. Petersburg, Russia.
The details are too extensive to cover here.)
"Virtually all
fruits and vegetables are, in today's day and age,
manmade . . . Virtually all fruits
and vegetables have been genetically modified by man to
become more disease resistant." (FACT: Only a small
fraction of all food crop types have GMO versions,
even though they include among the most important,
including corn and soybeans. But the larger issue is that
many countries now ban GMO crops -- something you'd never
know by reading Trudeau's work. Here in Ecuador we have
hundreds of non-GMO variations of corn and beans --- many
of which are a true source of pride, especially among the
indigenious.) (p. 67)
"Virtually everything made by man is a poison . . .
All of our fruits, vegetables, grains, nuts and seeds are grown
with highly poisonous chemical fertilizers, pesticides, and
herbicides." (Too outlandish and sweeping for comment . . .
By the way, the organic fruits I purchase here in Ecuador
don't have any "manmade chemicals." As in any other third
world countries, many farmers are too poor
to use expensive chemical additives; they aren't necessary
to obtain a good harvest in many cases; and, quite often,
they genuinely know better.) (p. 68)
"There are thousands and thousands of chemical additives
put into the food, and many of these additives are not listed
on the label at all . . . there are over 15,000 toxic chemicals
that are allowed to be added to food without being listed
on the label " (FACT: I am no friend of the FDA -- which
I regard to be little more than a racketering operation for
Big Pharma, but this is absurd. I was a food manufacturer as
the owner of Lumen Foods from 1986 to 2007. I also founded
PreservX, which I was forced to sell in 2003 because of my
federal legal problems, and is now known as
Global Preservatives, Inc..
So I feel I quality to speak as an expert.
A simple perusal of CFR 21 -- the regulatory bible of the American food
and drug industry -- reveals that it does not even CONTAIN
"thousands and thousands" of additives. In each additive category,
you really only have a handful of additives which serve the modern
food processor -- be it in microbial preservation, anti-oxidation,
coloring, flavoring, emulsification, etc. To quality as something you
are even allowed to use, it must be GRAS (Generally Regarded As Safe).
There are not "thousands and thousands of additives" on the GRAS list.
I will not argue that there are many additives on the GRAS list that
should never have been placed there; and there are additives that are
NOT on the GRAS list that should be. (Example: I regard "stevia" as
a superior sweetener to any of the GRAS-approved sweeteners.
[11]] It is shameful that the most
widely used GRAS approved sweeteners are carcinogenic.
[12] (p. 71 and 75).)
"You take a pot and you put soil in it. You put in ten
pounds of soil, and you put in one little tiny seed, and every day you
add some water, and at the end of a year you have this big plant.
Well, take the plant out, shake off the soil from the roots and weigh
the soil. Guest what? You still have ten pounds of soil."
(Comment: Ooopps . . . No conservation of mass?
Well, there just went the First Law of Thermodynamics . . .
I know, I know -- stop complaining. Just because a person writes about
soil doesn't mean they're required to have ever grown anything in it.) (p. 74)
"Margarine is produced by . . . taking oil and spinning it until
it becomes solid." (Too ridiculous for comment; p. 78).
"A person who snores wakes themselves up an average of
300 times per night." (p. 98)
"Driving a car . . . raises stress levels in the body
up to 1,000 times normal levels. When a person is driving a car
combined with talking on a cell phone, stress levels can go as
high as 5,000 times the norm." (Rubbish -- where's the research? p. 99).
"I believe that the human body, like all mammals, should live
to be well over 100 years old." (Of course, "like all mammals." p. 106).
"A conventional animal is usually aged, which means the
animal flesh is hung in a dark room and allowed to rot.
A green mold covers the rotting animal flesh. This green
toxic mold is bacteria that tenderizes the meat, but also
fills the meat with more toxic poisons." (Comment:
Okay. Got it. Fungus is bacteria . . . and meat that is
not organic and kosher is required to rot before processing. p. 118)
"The human body virtually goes into toxic shock by
consuming pork . . if you didn't eat pork for thirty days
and then had some, there is an excellent chance you would
be violently ill." (Comment: I, myself, had said for years
that a healthy diet excludes meat. It is the central point of
my first book. But this kind
of hyperbolic nonsense destroys the credibility of the other
beneficial messages in Trudeau's book. p. 129)
"More people die from eating shellfish than any other
food." (Research? p. 129)
"Music has a powerful effect on the physiology . . .
In just five minutes, the music can turn the body from acid
to alkaline." (Comment: Again -- just how many millions of Americans
bought this book? p. 131).
"Fat free" does not mean "healthy." When you see "fat free"
on the label, be assured that the company is trying to deceive
you, so don't buy it. Most fat free products are simply loaded
with unbelieveable amounts of sugar." (Rubbish. Many foods
are just naturally fat free. You wouldn't add sugar because
the food itself doesn't call for it. Real beef jerky comes to
mind. p. 132)
"Regular table salt is poison. Sea salt is infinitely better
for you. This one small change can also make you lose between five
and ten pounds in the first thirty days." (Comment: Sea salt
is preferably, to be sure -- but (1) not infinitely so, and (2) not
as a formula for weight loss. By in large, the body treats
sodium chloride like sodium chloride. Sea salt contains more
adjunctive minerals than table salt, making it generally
healthier." p. 133)
"Corn oil is a man-made product. If you took an olive you
could squeeze it and you would have oil. But you can't squeeze
corn and get oil. Remember, if it is man-made, don't eat it."
(Comment: The process of producing olive oil, particularly
extra virgin olive oil, is less intensive, to be sure. But to
say that the oil fraction of the corn is man-made is incorrect. p. 142.)
"Most food companies have chemical laboratories where
thousands of chemical additives are researched and tested.
These laboratories are in secret locations and have tighter
security than CIA headquarters . . . " (Oh please.
Was this book a bestseller in the non-fiction or fiction category? p. 156)
"There is virtually nothing in a supermarket that is not loaded
with toxins, stripped of nutrition, and altered energetically."
(Again, it is this ridiculous hyperbole, which runs rampant
throughout Trudeau's work, that detracts from elements of his message
that are positive, useful, and actually TRUTHFUL. p. 168)
"The food industry has lobbied Congress to pass legislation
allowing chemicals to be called spices. They are not spices.
They are man-made, deadly chemicals, but legally they can be
called spices." (Same argument. Moreover, chemicals have scientific
names, and except for certain chemicals, which added in small
amounts, are allowed to be treated as 'incidental levels' and
not listed on the label, you simply cannot call a man-made
chemical a spice. No chemical additive I know of is permitted
to be called a spice under prevailing labelling law. p. 172.)
"It's estimated that over 95 percent of all food purchased
has as many as 300 chemicals added to each product that are not
listed on the label." (Nonsense to the point of comedy. p. 186.)
Enough!
 In a later chapter we
will discuss the limitations on the mind placed on those
educated in the West -- engrained as they are with the
burden of a mind-numbingly fictitious "common narrative."
Repeatedly I use the film, "The Matrix," as a metaphor for
explaining this phenomenon.
 Because I readily
acknowledge this artificial mileau, it is even easier to
acknowledge that most readers will feel that elements of
my personal story -- regardless of the amount of documentation --
is exaggerated or embellished . . . that I have a bone to
pick and/or are able to creatively weave together enough
'Anti-American' rubbish to make seductive arguments with
half-truths.
 The beauty in the work
of authors like Rodney Stich is that they present you with
such an avalanche of evidence which demonstrate the
systemic disease that is the current
state of Americanism that any reader with but a modicum of
objective receptivity will be made to see the dots.
 Moreover, I use the
work of Stich and others to make the case that this isn't
even a commentary about the U.S. Indeed, I make the case
that the problem rests in an underlying Global Cultural
Operating System in chapter 5,
such that any dominant faction within our species would
end up behaving similarly.
 Similarly badly.
 No other book holds the
mystique, reverence, and garners the unsolicited worship as
the ultimate Bible on the American experience as does
Democracy in America.
It is adored across the political spectrum -- by people like
the left-leaning scholar and journalist Max Lerner ("the
greatest book ever written on America") and right-leaning
political scientist Edward Banfield ("the greatest book
ever written by anyone about America") (p. xii). I have heard too
many political speeches singing its praises to attempt
to count. And that's just the beginning . . .
 Given how much evidence
that Tocqueville provides as to America's fatal flaws, I am
compelled to ask the obvious: have any of the geniuses in
the media, literature, politics, or academia who swoon
in praising this thing -- obstensibly caught in their
own altered state of masturbationally ecstatic,
cultural self-glorification -- actually read it?
 I mean . . . I accept
that $100,000 a year speechwriters are able to pick it up and quote an
obligatory line or two. That's what they're paid to do.
And, of course, let's not forget students of political science.
This is required reading -- so . . . please . . . let's have
a round of Clif Notes on the house!
 But who really
goes beyond a meandering perusal and studies this 870 page tomb?
 The question itself
does not pose bias as to content, nor is it inherently
anti-American. We are talking about our zeitgeist here ---
in a world brimming with Marxists who have never read
Das Capital; capitalists who have never lifted
a copy of Wealth of Nations; proselytizing
Christians who don't know their Old from their New
Testament . . . well . . . you get the picture.
 More to the point,
please consider the following -- a mere small sampling of
Tocqueville's contrary observations that hardly represent
a glowing report on nascent American culture:
Tocqueville
clearly describes the paradox of America's bias in suppressing freedom
of speech. "I know of no country where there is
generally less independence of thought and real freedom of
debate than in America." (p. 297, para 4). Well over a century
before the writings of George Orwell, Tocqueville
makes clear that even in his time (the 1830's), the seeds of
tyranny against independent thought were fully manifest:
"In our day, the most absolute sovereigns of Europe cannot
prevent certain thoughts hostile to their authority from circulating
secretly in their states . . . Not true (in) America; as long as
the majority cannot make up its mind, speech is allowed; as soon as
it has pronounced its irrevocable decision, speech is silenced."
(p. 297, para 2)
Tocqueville uses
the strongest possible language of his time to describe an
intolerance to the very spirit of the First Amendment --
worse than the Inquisition. "If America has not yet found
any great writers, we should not look elsewhere for reasons;
literary genius does not thrive without freedom of thought
and there is no freedom of thought in America.
[emphasis added] The Inquisition was never able to stop the
circulation in Spain of books hostile to the religion of the
majority. The power of the majority in the United States has had
greater success than that by removing even the thought of publishing
such books. You come across skeptics in America but skepticism cannot
find an outlet for its views." (p. 299)
Tocqueville
derides democracy as practiced in America as the finding the
lowest common denominator. The "tyranny of the majority"
is a constant theme throughout his work, stunting the
development of great character, attracting moral midgets to
public office ("it is not always the ability to choose men
of merit which democracy lacks but the desire and inclination
to do so" p. 230), and inducing a Orwellian kind of patriotic
mood-making. "The consequence is a much more universal
lowering of spiritual standards." (p. 301, 304) He even
goes as far as to quote Jefferson, whom he regards as
"the most powerful apostle democracy has ever had"
as predicting a coming tyranny that will "in turn" spread
from the legislative branch ("the most forbidable dread
at present") to the executive "at a remote period" (p. 305) --
[How prescient: it took 200 years] . . . Imagine . . .
and this is coming from democracy's "most powerful
apostle"?
The
self-destructive tendencies of democracy are "modified"
by its conservative legal tradition -- which
ultimately serves to undermine the very thing it modifies. Tocqueville
then goes on to comfort us by arguing how readily
lawyers can be made to be part of the Aristocratic
"family" -- thus trashing the very thing they modify
by becoming "instruments of power." How nice. (p. 307-315)
Tocqueville
identifies a tendency towards a lack of true moral values,
honor, and virtue in democracies in general and America
in particular. In place of a respect for "honor"
(which Tocqueville defines within a historic context)
is a love of money and respect for success unsurpassed
anywhere else in the world. (p. 714-728) "All constantly
wish to acquire material possessions, reputation, and
power; few have a lofty conception of all these things
. . . I believe that one must seek the cause for this
fact mainly in the state of society and the democractic
customs of the Americans." (p. 728)
Tocqueville
argues that democratic nations have a natural desire for peace
but their armies will always have a propensity to seek war.
When he describes "the restless ambitions of its armed forces,"
whose "first thought is to provide a goal for this inconvenient
ambition by going to war," he is unwittingly describing the
seed behind America's unending military "inside jobs" ---
from the Boston Tea Party of December, 1773, to the CIA-backed
downing of the World Trade buildings (all THREE of
them: 1, 2, and 7) on 9/11/2001.
Tocqueville
describes contradictory conditions within Americanism and
correctly predicts an end to civil liberties. He describes these "effects
on the omnipotence of the majority on the arbitrary power
of American public officials" as corrosive to the very
liberties that are the backbone of the American common
narrative. "Thus, habits are forming," he concludes, "which
one day could be fatal to its liberties." (p. 296-297)
 Since the execution
of the 911 false flag operation
of September 11 -- which was so badly botched due to intel
agency fingerprints which were all over it that that it has spawned its
own Truth Movement, we find with
the "Patriot Act"-styled destruction of civil liberties that
have ensued, that Tocqueville's prediction has become past tense.
 In closing :
Tocqueville was not an advocate of democracy --
or even the American experience. He fancied himself
an impartial observer, which I feel is an accurate
self-assessment. His "Author's Note to the Second
Volume" is typical: "I hope the impartiality which people
seemed to observe in the first work will be found in this second.
Placed in the midst of contradictory opinions which divide
us, I have tried for the moment to remove from my heart
both those sympathies in favor and those feelings against
which exert any influence on me . . . " (p. 490)
 This is why the
misinformed way in which Tocqueville's work is represented --
containing, as it does, such vivid descriptions of and
powerful arguments for the self-destructive elements
of the grand American experiment -- is worth noting.
Moreover, we see throughout Tocqueville's work,
a series of coded prophecies for which we are only
now witnessing the harrowing end result.
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