Music video to the tune of "Janie's Got a Gun" by Aerosmith.

Pellets penetrated Whittington's skull, sinuses, heart and liver.

Cheney's Got A Gun.

Flash animation and lyrics by the Bob Rivers Show with Tooned In.

Note the beer cans.

WARNING TO CINDY SHEEHAN! RUN - for US Senate!

MUSIC VIDEO VIDEO DOWNLOAD:
http://bobrivers.com/audiovault/downloads/downloads.asp

MUSIC VIDEO FLASH DOWNLOAD:
http://bobrivers.com/audiovault/downloads/cheneyvid.asp

footnote:

A MOST DANGEROUS GAME WITH ELMER CHENEY

"Cheney was half lying across the plain military issue style desk in
an apparent drug stupor as Bush talked. Still wearing his hunting
coat and hat, Cheney aimed his rifle at me from the desk and
threatened, 'Or a-hunting we will go.' Bush finished Cheney's threat
by singing, 'We'll catch a fox and put her in a box and lower her in
a hole.' Bush looked at Cheney and burst out laughing. The sight of
him dressed in his hunting clothes with a huge bore double-barreled
shotgun to his shoulder inspired Bush to tell him he 'looked like
Elmer Fudd.' Cheney, imitating the cartoon character, said, 'Where is
that waskily wabbit?'"
-Cathy O'Brien, TRANCE Formation of America
http://trance-formation.com
http://www.the7thfire.com/Politics%20and%
20History/most_dangerous_game.htm

VIDEO DOWNLOAD OF INTERVIEWS WITH CATHY O'BRIEN AND MARK PHILLIPS BY
GNN TV:
http://gnn.tv/videos/3/The_Most_Dangerous_Game
http://archive.org/details/tmdg_trailer
http://archive.org/details/tmdg_broll
http://piratenews.org/video-archive.html

"'They're hurting us. Get me out!' The Government was playing with
her brain. They opened up her skull and cut into her brain. The only
reason you do that is to lobotomize somebody. They did it over, and
over..."
-Dr Simon Tam, Firefly Serenity censored by Fox TV (Cheney Rampage
Threads)
http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=18&t=18021
FIREFLY SERENITY PILOT MUSIC VIDEO:
http://radio.indymedia.org/news/2006/01/8310.php
(how to shoot govt assholes in the head just like Dick)

"You know what Miami Vice is. Undercover drug agents taking control
of the drug industry. A Vice President is just that - an undercover
drug agent taking control of the drug industry - for the President."
-Dick Cheney, TRANCE Formation of America

Ronald and Nancy Reagan on drugs:
http://bobrivers.com/audiovault/downloads/files/rrn.wav

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First Doctors to Treat Cheney's Victim Lost in Press Coverage

By Joe Strupp
Editor & Publisher
February 17, 2006

NEW YORK In the thousands of stories about Vice President Dick
Cheney's hunting accident last Saturday, nearly lost in the coverage
has been any real word from the first two doctors to treat his
victim, attorney Harry Whittington, at the first hospital where he
received care.

Except for one piece in the tiny Alice (Texas) Echo-News Journal, the
two doctors have been missing in the massive coverage of Cheney's
shooting at a Kenedy County, Texas, ranch that resulted in serious
injuries to Whittington and an eventual heart attack. Yet serious,
and not so serious, questions about why Whittington was taken to the
first hospital, and then quickly airlifted to another, have been
raised for days in many news outlets.

Subnani is a surgeon who was called to the emergency room at Christus
Spohn Hospital Kleberg in Kingsville, Texas, where Whittington was
taken by ambulance from the ranch. In the Echo-News Journal story, he
offered few details about the incident, other than to say he examined
the patient, found his wounds to be superficial, and disagreed with
the decision to transport Whittington later that night to a Christus
Spohn hospital in Corpus Christ, Texas.

Dr. Fred Martin, the emergency room doctor in Kingsville and the lead
physician handling Whittington that night, has apparently not spoken
to any reporters. He declined to say much to E&P Friday, noting "I
would want to talk to Mr. Whittington first. I feel like he has some
rights." When asked if he had been interviewed by any Secret Service
or other law enforcement investigators about the shooting and its
aftermath, Martin declined to comment.

Subnani, however, offered some details about the events that night,
saying he was called to the hospital from his home in Alice, about 30
minutes away, shortly after 6:15 p.m. The time of the shooting has
been reported as anywhere between 5:30 p.m. and 5:50 p.m. Subnani
said he arrived at the Kingsville Hospital at about 6:45 p.m. and Dr.
Martin was already treating Whittington.

Subnani said he did not see anyone who appeared to be Secret Service
personnel. "There were some plain clothes people and people in
hunting gear.

"Everybody was calm, the emergency room doctor [Martin] was nervous,
but I did not feel any anxiety," Subnani said. "I did not know who
[Whittington] was. [Martin] eventually said he was part of the
presidential party, but laughed that he was not the president."

Subnani said he examined Whittington's abdomen and neck and reviewed
a CT Scan, determining he did not need to perform surgery.
"He did not look like he needed it, his lung was not collapsed and
his heart was stable," Subnani said. "His wife was there and some
other people, but I was not introduced to anyone."

He said Whittington remained conscious, "but dazed." He also
described his wife as dazed.

Subnani said, before he had even arrived, the hospital had arranged
to helicopter Whittington to the Corpus Christi hospital, where he
has remained ever since. "They had arranged the HELO-flight before
[Whittington] even showed up," Subnani said. "The emergency room
doctor had already decided he should be transferred." Subnani said he
disagreed with the decision, believing Whittington could have spent
the night in Kingsville.

Asked specifically about this, Dr. Martin refused to comment,

"I was not going to question [Whittington's] judgment, though,"
Subnani said. "He was worried about some of the pellets in the
sinuses." He added that the Corpus Christi hospital had doctors
better able to diagnose such an ear, nose, and throat problem. "They
did not think he should stay," Subnani added, "because this hospital
was not really equipped for a trauma case."

That is why some reporters have questioned why Whittington was taken
by ambulance to this hospital when he could have just as easily been
driven to Corpus Christi right away -- or picked up by helicopter at
the shooting scene.

Whittington eventually left the first hospital via helicopter at
about 7:45 p.m., Subnani recalled. When asked if Whittington's
eventual heart attack indicated that Subnani's original diagnoses
that the wounds were not severe was wrong, the doctor defended his
determination. "At that age [78], we don't know the extent of his
coronary situation," he said. "That is hard to predict, what really
caused that arrhythmia."

Subnani added that he has not been interviewed by any law enforcement
or investigative agents working on the case. "No one has talked to
me," he said.

http://www.editorandpublisher.com/eandp/news/article_display.jsp?
vnu_content_id=1002034829

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Hunting for Camaraderie With Shotguns and Friends

Companions Say Pastime Gives Cheney a Timeout

By Peter Baker
Washington Post Staff Writer
Sunday, February 19, 2006; A07

As they flew toward South Carolina for a campaign event in 2002,
Lindsey O. Graham had a quiet moment to talk with Vice President
Cheney aboard Air Force Two. As Graham recalls the encounter, he
quizzed the vice president about the stresses of his high office.

"How do you keep your sanity in this job?" Graham asked.

Simple, Cheney answered. "Hunting."

Long before the shot heard 'round the world, Cheney took refuge from
the burdens of leadership with an intricately crafted, Italian-made
shotgun, Texas snake boots, a blaze-orange vest and the camaraderie
of his fellow hunters. Stalking game birds through marshlands on
horseback or from a truck, he has escaped the Washington political
wars for days at a time.

The vice president's accidental shooting of a 78-year-old lawyer in
Texas has thrown a spotlight on Cheney's hunting forays as never
before. Hardly a casual outdoorsman posing for election brochure
pictures, Cheney proves to be a serious practitioner of the sport who
in five years in office has traveled to lodges throughout the
country -- Texas, South Dakota, Georgia, South Carolina,
Pennsylvania, New York, Maryland, Arkansas and Louisiana. Some of
those "undisclosed locations" he has been at since Sept. 11, 2001,
turn out to have plenty of quail, ducks, pheasant or even, yes, doves.

"The whole point of it is to get away," said Graham, now a Republican
senator from South Carolina and a regular Cheney hunting partner. "It
is a tremendous release for this man. Getting out and getting away,
that keeps him balanced."

Cheney, an intense, seemingly dour man, spoke of the satisfaction
almost wistfully in his interview with Fox News Channel last week,
perhaps recognizing that it may be more problematic to continue
pursuing his avocation after the shooting accident Feb. 11. "It's
brought me great pleasure over the years," he said. "I love the
people that I've hunted with and do hunt with. Love the outdoors.
It's part of my heritage, growing up in Wyoming. It's part of who I
am."

It hasn't always been. Although Cheney has fished avidly most of his
life and hunted occasionally as a boy, friends say he only picked up
hunting seriously about a decade ago while he was chief executive of
Halliburton Co. in Texas. "He had to have a way to relieve himself
but also to take advantage of some business opportunities," said Sen.
Saxby Chambliss (R-Ga.), another frequent hunting partner.

Since becoming vice president in January 2001, Cheney has continued
to mix work and pleasure in these trips, at least in his choice of
companions. Besides Graham and Chambliss, Cheney has gone hunting
with a variety of other politicians, including Republican Sens. John
Thune (S.D.), Trent Lott (Miss.) and Jim DeMint (S.C.), South
Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford (R), former treasury secretary Nicholas F.
Brady and former senators Phil Gramm (R-Tex.) and Zell Miller (D-Ga.).

Although associates say Cheney does not use hunting trips as an
explicit fundraising vehicle, he has brought along prominent business
figures, including Ohio billionaire Leslie H. Wexner, whose retail
empire includes such chains as Limited Stores, Express, Bath & Body
Works and Victoria's Secret. Katharine Armstrong, whose family owns
the Texas ranch where the shooting accident occurred, is a registered
lobbyist. And of course, Cheney's most famous hunting partner before
Harry Whittington was Justice Antonin Scalia, a fact that sparked
controversy because the Supreme Court was ruling in a case involving
Cheney and Scalia declined to recuse himself.

Yet several hunting companions say the trips include more political
gossiping and storytelling than horse-trading. While women sometimes
come along, such as Armstrong and Pamela Pitzer Willeford, the U.S.
ambassador to Switzerland who was also at the Texas ranch a weekend
ago, Lynne Cheney does not seem to be a regular on these trips. But
the famously taciturn vice president reportedly opens up after a day
in the open.

"It's a completely different person," Graham said. "When he's in a
meeting, he's the ultimate sit-back-and-listen guy. I've been in
meetings with him when he seldom uttered a word. . . . But when he
gets out into the field, he relaxes and it shows."

Added Chambliss, "He's a pretty loose guy when he has the chance to
kick back. It's not that he's bubbling over by any means, but he's
willing to share his experiences."

While Cheney pays any hunting fees or lodging expenses if charged,
taxpayers invariably pick up much of the cost of Cheney's hunting
hobby. As with his predecessors, the government pays for Secret
Service agents, military aides and the rest of the entourage that
travels with vice presidents wherever they go, as well as the expense
of Air Force Two. But it is not clear how much that costs. The budget
lists $1 million for the vice president's annual travel, including
his official duties, but the figure is rounded to the nearest
million, according to the Center for Public Integrity.

On a typical two-day hunting trip, as described by companions, Cheney
rises as early as 4:30 a.m. and receives his morning national
security briefing before heading to breakfast or sometimes a pre-
breakfast hunt. While he and his partners often ride horses, a dog
master supervises the pointers or other hunting dogs that track down
the quail or other birds. Once a dog smells one, he stops flat in his
tracks. Watching the dogs, some Cheney associates say, is as much fun
as the shooting.

"You get quite a thrill," said former senator Alan K. Simpson (R-
Wyo.), a Cheney friend and hunting partner. "Sometimes you don't even
shoot. It's just amazing. There's a lot to it. It's not romantic for
me, but it's very satisfying. Not the killing. Sometimes I don't get
a thing. Just the joshing, the talking, the outrageous babble you
have out there."

Cheney naturally favors some of the country's most exclusive and
remote hunting ranges, such as the Armstrong Ranch, the 50,000-acre
private spread in south Texas where he wounded Whittington, or places
such as the Paul Nelson Farm in South Dakota, where the owners boast
of a separate gun cleaning room with four cleaning stations furnished
with compressed air and individual boot dryers.

At a lodge in Georgia, Cheney would shoot as many as a dozen birds a
day, the state limit. While Cheney sometimes hunts pen-raised birds,
Chambliss said he has only hunted wild bird with the vice president.
Sometimes they cook the birds for dinner, other times not. Chambliss
said he likes to serve Cheney fried chicken, rice and gravy and
collard greens. "At night," Graham said, "you sit there and relive
the hunt and talk about everything under the sun." Or most
everything; Graham, who last year fought Cheney on legislation
banning torture, said they leave disagreements behind.

Although many hunters drink as part of the ritual, Cheney's partners
insist that he does not. The vice president said he drank a single
beer for lunch the day of the accident, hours before he shot
Whittington by mistake. Regular partners said even that is rare and
that any alcohol is usually reserved for the end of the day after
hunting is over.

Despite the blast of birdshot at Whittington, Cheney's friends
described him as a careful, accurate gunman. He's "an excellent
shot," Lott told reporters last week, adding mischievously, "He never
shot me." Lott also noted that Cheney "looks the part," a virtual
Field & Stream model in his hunting garb.

Chambliss called Cheney an "over and under" shooter, meaning he fires
his shotgun twice when a covey of quail flushes. "If you kill two
birds in a covey rise, you are an excellent shot," Chambliss said. "I
saw him kill three birds on a covey rise" -- two with one shot and a
third with the other.

Chambliss, who spoke with Cheney after a meeting with senators last
week, said the vice president seemed distressed over the Whittington
accident. "He said, 'You know, I've never felt so bad about anything
in my life,' " Chambliss recalled. "He was really emotional about it."

Research editor Lucy Shackelford contributed to this report.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-
dyn/content/article/2006/02/18/AR2006021801147_pf.html

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A Most Dangerous Game

by Cathy O'Brien, "TRANCE Formation of America"
http://www.trance-formation.com

During Christmas vacation of 1974, my father flew us all to Disney
World by route of Tampa, Florida. Ignorant of geography, it did not
occur to me that Tampa was out of the way to Disney World until my
father drove the rented van to the gates of MacDill Air Force Base.
Military personnel met me there and escorted me into the base TOP
SECRET high tech mind control conditioning facility for "behavioral
modification" programming. This was the first in what became a
routine series of mind control testing and/or programming sessions on
government installations that I would endure throughout my Project
Monarch victimization.

Whether I was in a military, NASA, or government building, the
procedure for maintaining me under total mind control remained
consistent with Project Monarch requirements. This included prior
physical and/or psychological trauma; sleep, food, and water
deprivation; high voltage electric shock; and hypnotic and/or
harmonic programming of specific memory compartments/ personalities.
The high tech equipment and methodisms I endured from that time on
gave the U.S. government absolute control of my mind and life. I had
been literally driven out of my conscious mind and existed only
through my programmed subconscious. I lost my free will, ability to
reason, and could not think to question anything that was happening
to me. I could only do as I was told.

In the summer of 1975 (when I was 17 years old), my family drove all
the way from Michigan to the Teton Mountains of Wyoming. I was
ordered to ride in the back storage area of the family Chevy Suburban
since I was forbidden to associate or communicate with my brothers
and sister. So I dissociated into books, or into the metaphorical,
hypnotic suggestions from my father and tranced deeper as I watched
the prairie's seemingly endless sea of "amber waves of grain" streak
past my window. Once when we stopped at a gas station, my father took
me inside to show me a stuffed "jackalope" mounted on the wall. Due
to my tranced, dissociative state and high suggestibility level, I
believed it was indeed a cross between a jack rabbit and antelope. It
was 100+ degrees in the Badlands when it cooled down at night. The
intense heat of the day accentuated my ever increasing thirst. My
father was physically preparing me though water deprivation for the
intense tortures and programming I would endure in Wyoming.

Dick Cheney, then White House Chief of Staff to President
(Gerald "Magic Bullet") Ford (Ford was a pedophile pornographer in
the Michigan Mafia, who first recruited me into CIA's MKULTRA Project
Monarch program - "Ford" was born Leslie Lynch King Jr according to
WhiteHouse.gov), later Secretary of Defense to President George Bush,
documented member of the Council on Foreign relations (CFR), and
Presidential hopeful for 1996, was originally Wyoming's only
Congressman. Dick Cheney was the reason my family had traveled to
Wyoming where I endured yet another form of brutality -- his version
of "A Most Dangerous Game," or human hunting.

It is my understanding now that A Most Dangerous Game was devised to
condition military personnel in survival and combat maneuvers. Yet it
was used on me and other slaves known to me as a means of further
conditioning the mind to the realization there was "no place to
hide," as well as traumatize the victim for ensuing programming. It
was my experience over the years that A Most Dangerous Game had
numerous variations on the primary theme of being stripped naked and
turned loose in the wilderness while being hunted by men and dogs. In
reality, all "wilderness" areas were enclosed in secure military
fencing whereby it was only a matter of time until I was caught,
repeatedly raped, and tortured.

Dick Cheney had an apparent addiction to the "thrill of the sport."
He appeared obsessed with playing A Most Dangerous Game as a means of
traumatizing mind control victims, as well as to satisfy his own
perverse sexual kinks. My introduction to the game occurred upon
arrival at the hunting lodge near Greybull, Wyoming, and it
physically and psychologically devastated me. I was sufficiently
traumatized for Cheney's programming, as I stood naked in his hunting
lodge office after being hunted down and caught. Cheney was talking
as he paced around me, "I could stuff you and mount you like a
jackalope and call you a two legged dear. Or I could stuff you with
this (he unzipped his pants to reveal his oversized penis) right down
your throat, and then mount you. Which do you prefer?"

Blood and sweat became mixed with the dirt on my body and slid like
mud down my legs and shoulder. I throbbed with exhaustion and pain as
I stood unable to think to answer such a question. "Make up your
mind," Cheney coaxed. Unable to speak, I remained silent. "You don't
get a choice, anyway. I make up your mind for you. That's why you're
here. For me to make you a mind, and make you mine/mind. You lost
your mind a long time ago. Now I'm going to give you one. Just like
the Wizard (of Oz) gave Scarecrow a brain, the Yellow Brick Road led
you here to me. You've 'come such a long, long way' for your brain,
and I will give you one."

The blood reached my shoes and caught my attention. Had I been
further along in my programming, I perhaps would never have noticed
such a thing or had the capability to think to wipe it away. But so
far, I had only been to MacDill and Disney World for
government/military programming. At last, when I could speak, I
begged, "If you don't mind, can I please use your bathroom?"

Cheney's face turned red with rage. He was on me in an instant,
slamming my back into the wall with one arm across my chest and his
hand on my throat, choking me while applying pressure to the carotid
artery in my neck with his thumb. His eyes bulged and he spit as he
growled, "If you don't mind me, I will kill you. I could kill you --
Kill you -- with my bare hands. You're not the first and you won't be
the last. I'll kill you any time I goddamn well please." He flung me
on the cot-type bed that as behind me. There he finished taking his
rage out on me sexually.

On the long trip back to Michigan, I lay in a heap behind the seats
of the Suburban, nauseated and hurting from Cheney's brutality and
high voltage tortures, plus the whole Wyoming experience. My father
stopped by the waterfalls flowing through the Tetons to "wash my
brain" of the memory of Cheney. I could barely walk through the woods
to the falls for the process as instructed, despite having learned my
lessons well from Cheney on following orders.

The next year when our "annual" trip to Disney World rolled around,
my father drove, pulling his new Holiday Rambler Royale International
trailer. My father dropped me off en route at the Kennedy Space
Center in Titusville, Florida where I was subjected to my first NASA
programming. From then on, I was "obsessed" with following
the "Yellow Brick Road" to Nashville, Tennessee. Moving to Nashville
was all I could talk about. If anyone asked me the question I could
not think to ask myself "Why?", I would respond by reiterating it was
something "I had to do."

(continued)

The Most Dangerous Game: Revisited

George Bush was highly active in the Lampe, Missouri and Mount
Shasta, California retreat compounds. Just like Lampe, Shasta's cover
was country music. According to everyone I knew, singer and
songwriter Merle Haggard supposedly ran the show at Lake Shasta,
diverting any and all attention from the nearby Mount Shasta
compound. Shasta was the largest covert mind control slave camp of
which I am aware. Hidden in the wooded hills, military fencing
corrals an enormous fleet of unmarked black helicopters and more mind
controlled military robots than I saw in all of Haiti. This covert
military operation served its own agenda, not America's. I was told
and overheard that it was a base for the future Multi Jurisdictional
Police Force for enforcing order and law in the New World Order. In
the center of the high security compound, was another well-guarded
military-fenced area that was regarded as a "Camp David" of sorts for
those running our country. George Bush and Dick Cheney shared an
office there, and claimed the outer perimeter woods as their own
hunting ground where they played "A Most Dangerous Game." Predicated
on conversations I overheard between the two, it was this world
police military background that earned Dick Cheney his cabinet
appointment as Secretary of Defense with the Bush Administration.

Houston stayed at Haggard's Lake Shasta resort while Kelly and I were
helicoptered to Mount Shasta for our scheduled meeting with Bush and
Cheney. The helicopter pilot directed our attention to the military
fencing surrounding the outer perimeter of the compound. Rarely did
pilots ever speak to either of us, but this one smiled wickedly as he
told us we would need to know the outer limits for A Most Dangerous
Game.

As soon as we arrived at Bush and Cheney's inner sanctum, noticed
George Bush, Jr. was with them. It was my experience that Jr. stood
by his father and covered his backside whenever Bush would become
incapacitated from drugs or required criminal back up. It appeared
that Jr. was there to serve both purposes, while his father and
Cheney enjoyed their work-vacation.

Hyper from drugs, Cheney and Bush were eager to hunt their human prey
in "A Most Dangerous Game." They greeted me with the rules of the
game, ordered me to strip naked despite the cold December winds, and
told me in Oz cryptic to "beware of the lions and tigers and bears."
(6-year-old) Kelly's life became the stakes, as usual, which
resurrected my natural and exaggerated programmed maternal instincts.
Tears silently ran down my cheeks as Bush told me, "If we catch you,
Kelly's mine (for pedophilia). So run, run as fast as you can. I'll
get you and your little girl, too, because I can, I can, I can. And I
will." Cheney, daring me to respond, asked, "Any questions?"

I said, "There's no place to run because there's a fence -- the kind
I can't get over. I saw it."

Rather than physically assault me, Cheney laughed at my sense of "no
where to run, no where to hide" and explained that a bear had torn a
hole in the fence somewhere, and all I had to do is find it. He
lowered his rifle to my head and said, "Let the games begin. Go."

Wearing only my tennis shoes, I ran through the trees as fast and as
far as I could, which wasn't very far at all. Bush was using his bird
dog to track me, the same one that had recently been used with me in
bestiality filming as a "Byrd-dog" joke on my owner, Senator Robert
C. Byrd. When caught, Cheney held his gun to my head again as he
stood over me, looking warm in his sheep skin coat. Bush ordered me
to take his dog sexually while they watched, then he and Cheney
ushered me back to their cabin.

I pulled on my clothes and sat in the office part of the cabin
awaiting instructions. I had no idea where Kelly was, nor do I in
retrospect. Bush and Cheney were still in their hunting clothes when
the programming session began. Bush said, "You and I are about to
embark on a most dangerous game of diplomatic relations. This is my
game. You will follow my rules. I will have the distinct advantage of
hunting you with my Eye in the Sky (satellite). I'll watch every move
you make. As long as you play the game by my rules and make no
mistakes, you live. One mistake and I'll get you, my pretty, and your
little girl, too. You die, and Kelly will have to play with me. I
prefer it that way. Then it will be her most dangerous game. The
cards are stacked in my favor because, well, it is my game! Are you
game?"

There was no choice. I responded as conditioned, "Yes, Sir! I'm
game." The parallels to the Most Dangerous game that had just
occurred in the woods were deliberate and intended to make retrieval
of memory "impossible" due to crypto-amnesia scrambling.

"Good. Then let the games begin. Listen carefully to your
instructions. You have no room for error." Cheney flipped his "game
timer" -- an hourglass. Bush continued, "This game is called the King
and Eye, and here's the deal. You will be establishing stronger
diplomatic relations according to order between Mexico, the U.S., and
the Middle East (for drug running and slave trading). Your role will
require a change of face at each new place. I'll chart your course,
define your role, and pull your strings. You'll speak my words when I
pull your strings. There is no room for error."

Cheney was half lying across the plain military issue style desk in
an apparent drug stupor as Bush talked. Still wearing his hunting
coat and hat, Cheney aimed his rifle at me from the desk and
threatened, "Or a-hunting we will go." Bush finished Cheney's threat
by singing, "We'll catch a fox and put her in a box and lower her in
a hole."

Bush looked at Cheney and burst out laughing. The sight of him
dressed in his hunting clothes with a huge bore double-barreled
shotgun to his shoulder inspired Bush to tell him he "looked like
Elmer Fudd." Cheney, imitating the cartoon character, said, "Where is
that waskily wabbit?"

Operation The King and Eye would involve Reagan's #1 envoy Philip
Habib (who cryptically played the Alice in Wonderland role of the
White Rabbit with slaves such as myself) and Saudi Arabian King Fahd.
So when Bush referred to the two as "Elmer Fahd and the Waskily
Wabbit," he and Cheney laughed until they cried. Since both were
already high from drugs anyway, they had a great deal of difficulty
maintaining composure long enough to complete my programming.

read more excerpts:
http://www.the7thfire.com/Politics%20and%
20History/most_dangerous_game.htm

VIDEO: British Marines Filmed Making Recruits Fight Naked (2005)
http://www.ogrish.com/archives/british_marines_filmed_making_recruits_
fight_naked_Nov_28_2005.html

FOX VIDEO: Vegas 'Game' Has Men Hunting Nude Women
"A new Las Vegas game gets thrill-seekers out of the casinos and into
the great wide open — to shoot naked women with paintball guns.
In 'Hunting for Bambi,' men pay $10,000 each for the challenge of
tracking the women, who are nude except for sneakers, and trying to
blast them with colored paint. According to the site, the hunters
also have the option of mounting their prey when they're done — and
having sex with the women. Women's groups and legal experts are, not
surprisingly, up in arms over the cruel game. 'I couldn't quite
believe it. The site advertised this as really hurting people,' said
legal expert Susan Estrich on Fox News. 'They're violating about 20
criminal laws, including assault.' The National Organization for
Women has also spoken out against the game. 'It's appalling, and it's
really frightening,' Rita Haley, president of NOW's New York City
chapter, told the New York Post. 'It says something about the men who
want to play this game and something about the financial climate that
drives women to participate. The big fear is that somebody who plays
will eventually want to use real bullets.'"
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,92070,00.html

VIDEO: Hunting for Bambi
Men Hunting Naked Women. It's About F**k'n Time!
http://www.huntingforbambi.com

Tennessee Code §44-8-410
Every owner of a bitch is required to confine the same for twenty-
four (24) days during the time the bitch is proud.

Tennessee Code §44-8-411
Any person crippling, killing, or in any way destroying a proud bitch
that is running at large shall not be held liable for the damages due
to such killing or destruction.

"'They're hurting us. Get me out!' The Government was playing with
her brain."
-Dr. Simon Tam, censored Serenity pilot, Fox TV
FIREFLY SERENITY PILOT MUSIC VIDEO:
http://radio.indymedia.org/news/2006/01/8310.php
Cheney Goes On Rampage! thread:
http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=18&t=17741&m=250459

"I'm glad my wife turned down Cheney's bribe, er, job offer to work
directly for him as SecDef at the Pentagon in 1992."
-John Lee, producer of Pirate News TV
http://geocities.com/pentagon_whistleblower


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