MY PLEA FOR FREEDOM, 12 pages

My name is Ron Steiniger and I’m writing to you to ask for legal help because I’m totally confused and brainwashed about what is actually happening to me. The best I can tell is that I was setup to sell crap marijuana by SAD (Special Activities Division), which I guess is a unit of the United States CIA if there even is such a thing. I didn’t think the CIA could work in the states? EO 12333 may have changed that in 1984, for the Cold War which I read was a hoax. Former President Bush may have amended the EO twice. I was setup so that I can be treated as a suspected terrorist, an EC, without ever receiving a fair trial. I live around the corner from a church and catholic school but the school hasn’t been used by kids for years, its been mainly just a food pantry. I was coerced to buy about a pound per month for about three months from a guy known as Big Jim, and sell what I would classify as junk weed that sold like hotcakes while I was too busy with 30 credits per trimester at chiropractic school to realize what was even happening. The year was 2003 and I’ve never been arrested or even charged for selling the stuff, yet the prevailing implication is that I‘m being held captive by psychological mind control; biological and chemical/pharmacological warfares; electroshock with some kind of infrared beam or remote control, maybe even a beam from the remote control sensor; sabotage of any self-determination activity; and confusion and madness with extremely low frequency (ELF) electromagnetic radio waves.

Did you ever hear the Plumbers or whatever members of the CIA left clues about the Watergate break-in because they didn't like or agree with what Nixon was doing? Some CIA give good clues some bad CIA on the Rover/Cheney/Bush team may leave good clues that turn out to be irrelevant or self damaging to me. They all leave signature rage/hate clues so that is pretty meaningless, especially for fake cracker jax box invalid rewritten laws.

I have blisters on my scalp that tend to hurt when I seemed to have angered someone. They used to use a tooth filling to cause pain in attempts of control. My mother also has the blisters but she never noticed them ever giving her much discomfort other than itching. The CIA implied that the Bush/Cheney/Rover team will defend the blisters by calling it scalp acne. I only even noticed them because they brought it up. Mine were never painful until I knew they were there. Now they sting when one of the sissies gets the remote.

I still don’t know how they control the acid reflux, incontinence, and excrement accidents but I know for sure they do it. They say they can see what I see with eye mites that are apparently embedded in my cornea. The microchips in pets and children are surely bugging devices. They must have a V-chip in the language area of my brain if they can read my mind like a Woody Allen movie? The confusion and paranoia I possess is certainly a direct result of what may be called enhanced interrogation techniques, which must include Hollywood movies but I‘m not exactly sure what else those techniques consist of because the perpetrators are mostly anonymous - other than blaming the Bush Administration with the guilty demeanor. Adderall is not what is making me paranoid. My Russian doctor, Vadim Baram [63124], said that the pharmaceutical industry doesn’t target, brainwash, and lie to medical doctors anymore but he thought I meant coerces and caters because he showed me the non-pharmaceutical pen he was writing with and said, “See!” Plus, he cut my prescription of Adderall down so I’ll be out in a few days until the 17th of August and I can’t do work without it. The paranoia and rage comes from the relentless hate and lack of ethics and morals that keeps all accurate information secret from, me, the pathetic victim. Laws were even written to specifically not protect me. Plausible deniability (covert action) should not be allowed since I’m innocent and the interrogators have navigated me through some important truths. There are a ton of lies, too, but I can’t tell the difference sometimes if its something I hope is true. Did you ever hear that the CIA or the Plumbers left clues behind, on purpose, at the Watergate break-in because they didn’t agree with or like what former President Nixon was doing.

I’d assume that the labels placed on me (terrorist, suicide bomber, and assassin) somehow justify hiding my real situation of innocent victim under the cover of mandatory discrimination, secrecy, and convenient lies. Its still illegal to discriminate against gay and disabled even when Ashcroft’s anti-hate law doesn’t mention the two biggest discriminatory characteristics. Who has the brains on that team, anyway? So what’s up with the No FEAR Act? I might try to be getting a job with the government or something if I wasn’t so discriminated against. I thought I read that targeting a lone U. S. citizen is against the law. Especially with all that plausible deniability, torture, and lies. It’s a secret rumor, huh, the big sabotage oxley morons? They have nick named me pinki and want me to be a dim witted criminal.

I’ve never really tried to contact the DOJ since I have not been mentally capable to figure out what is actually happening. Plus, I figured the FISA Court was against me automatically due to the PATRIOT Act but I assure you that I’m not a complete nutcase nor a criminal or drug addict. I am not job training (as occasionally implied) nor an experimental volunteer for former President Bush’s ’Human Centrifuge’ - not even to become an astronaut or a CIA operative. I want to explicitly reiterate that I am not an al Qaeda or Taliban terrorist nor have I ever enlisted in any branch of the military or National Guard. I think during the Bush Administration, former VP Cheney gave himself the power to enlist whomever he wanted. I actually have no connection to any of the above except, of course, I do appear to be completely nuts.

I really don’t like to even use the word conspiracy but it was implied, to me, that I am the victim of one, which incidentally, I define as any number of people greater than one, planning then acting out a crime. They told me to tell the House Speaker that a motive is betrayal over a drill bit which I did, and I added, “but I don’t know what it means.” The real motive is that my mother whose maiden name is Hughes was ripped off and several innuendos suggest coincidental, perhaps, acts of genocide. I got the following definition of genocide from a book called, Kosovo, The Splintering of Yugoslavia by Tricia Andryszewski:

“Any of the following acts committed with the intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnic, racial or religious group, such as:
1) killing members of the group;
2) causing serious bodily or mental harm to members of the group;
3) deliberately inflicting on the group members conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part;
4) imposing measures intended to prevent births within the group;
5) forcibly transferring children of the group to another group”

With the above in mind, I will attempt to make my case and will bracket 1 thru 5 with what coincides by that which my anonymous interrogators suggest. Sometimes I call them perpetrators. It’s the same CIA, military intelligence, homegrown, guerilla warfare ninjas that I’m always talking about. I came across some stuff on the Internet about SAD and political prisoner interrogation by paramilitary operatives. I’m not buying this war between liberals and conservatives as the pathetic reason to justify the complete destruction of my family. This is very hard to do. I stopped doing the 1 thru 5 in brackets towards the end.

There are three generations of mental disorders [3] with me, my mother, and my grandfather to be targeted by eugenics, the study of euthinasia, the bush family was so fond of. I had a sister that passed away [1] and I assume she was also Attention Deficit [3], which is caused my the EMR waves prodeced by HAARP or similar weather radar device. My official label is Bipolar Affective Disorder and Adult ADD [3]. Affective means ‘symptoms like the condition’. My great grandfather, Lester Hughes (4.23.?? same birthday as me), had only one of six children survive [1, 4] before his wife, Ms. Dillbeck, passed away [1] at an early age from renal failure [2]. His only son, William Carl Hughes (6.29.??), my grandfather, was booted out of the Navy for being mentally incompetent and unstable [2]. He told me he was booted from the Army [2] prior to his three to four months served in the Navy. Both, my grandfather, William, and my mother, Carol Jean Steiniger (9.30.??) [buzz buzz] [buzz means that my interrogators made a noise or electricity surge or flicker and even a dog bark franticly within my ‘Alice in Wonderland‘ environment to confirm the importance of what I was typing, reading, or thinking]. So anyway, My mom and her dad both have undiagnosed mental disorders [2, 3]. That means they are not getting professional treatment for any mental illness conditions. None of my family, including me, ever thought there was any kind Howard Hughes relation. All I ever knew about him was that he was weird about germs but I learned he was iconic. Did he really land a plane in Betty Davis’ front yard and trees? I also learned germs really are pretty dangerous. January of this year, 2009, was the first time I was ever coerced, in my entire life, to even consider a possible Howard Hughes family connection. If my family was ripped off, I’m sure any family tree information would be changed [2] and any DNA type of evidence had to have been reverse engineered with some kind of retro-virus.

Right before I found out that I had six lumbar vertebrae rather than five, the interrogators implied that I had ‘magic’ inside me. They let me know before I was even told anything about the 6th lumbar and that only about 6% of the population have the condition. Someone on that team of is psychic. I don’t know much about ESP so that has me confused. The ‘magic’ could also mean that I’ve somehow consumed yellow cake uranium, which has been implied. They, the CIA, used to lace the weed I smoked but they implied it was with rat poison not radioactive nuclear weapons. I used to get sores in and on my mouth [3]. I read that Howard Hughes and Dick Cheney were pals, maybe, decades ago in Nicaragua but I have no idea how valid is that statement. Also, it was implied that the movie 40 Year Old Virgin was about me since I‘ve only ever had gay sex [3, 4].

In 1991, I had a car accident [1, 2, 3] and sustained a closed head injury. I had to learn to walk and talk again and I had complete double vision for eight months. I eventually realized that the car accident was actually a suicide attempt [1, 2, 3]. The made for TV movie that I saw while recovering from the accident called Doing Time on Maple Drive helped jog my memory about the accident. The doctors said I may never be able to remember what happened unless I can handle it. I just realized how conspicuous that statement sounds. Sorry to be so graphic but I’m under the impression that its significant - a setup perhaps. Plus these brainwashers are kind of perverts that are proud of that fact. So here it goes. I was at a gay bar and I just had unprotected anal sex with the piano player that I really didn’t even know but that worked in the basement bar. The Family Guy had an episode about it. After I finished from the top position the other person pulled up his pants and looked back at me and said, “Welcome to the world of AIDS”[2, 3, 4]. I rolled my jeep that night on the way home in an apparent suicide attempt [1, 3]. A decade later when I remembered it was a suicide attempt, it fulfilled my set of bipolar symptoms enough to remove any denial about the bipoar diagnosis. I've just recently realized that the sysmtoms and everything are likely all be coerced as well [buzz buzz], and just a setup therefore I’m in denial about being bipolar again. I've had two psychiatrists offer and suggesst that I go off bipolar medicine but i was fearful about losing disability since i can't work from all the haraament. The rolling my jeep accident happened in the year of 1991, I was 22 years old about two months after just returing to St. Louis from St. Petersburg, Florida where I completed my first 30-day inpatient hospital stay at Horizon Hospital [Clearwater, FL] in what they called the Codependent Unit as opposed to one that dealt with drugs and alcohol addiction because I thought I carried a dual dianosis of chemical dependancy and major depression, like i thought my mom had. Everyone in the unit was diagnosed bipolar and to be honest it didn’t seem accurate for me and many others. I used to always have much doubt or what is termed as ‘in denial’ about the accuracy of the diagnosis. What propaganda have we always heard is the best way for a bipolar patient to care for self? Stay on their meds! That’s all big Pharma sabotage right there. Also, I read somewhere that just being bipolar raises the health risk associated with getting Parkinson’s Disease. I heard from chiropractor school, parkinsons is caused by too much dopamine. Can that be attributed to too much medication, perhaps?

Before I moved to Florida which I did because I felt like I was being pulled maddeningly, almost magnetically, to the same house my dad and myself grew-up. This is weird but the house always seemed to be tugging at or holding me. But, before I relocated to Florida I entered a state-funded drug and alcohol rehab in Hannibal, Missouri, in which all the other patients were court ordered to be present. I didn’t have health insurance [3] and was the only volunteer in the facility but I needed some kind of treatment because I felt like I was going nuts at home [2, 3]. I only lasted four or five days in the facility because me and my four other roommates were being punished for having the messiest room that only slept three [3]. There were other open beds in the facility but they apparently wanted me to clean everyone’s toilets which I would’ve done if someone needed the help but I was not going to be punished for something in which I had absolutely no control, so I left the facility. Why didn’t Bush/Cheney/Rover want me to get treatment for drugs and alcohol use? Even years later having AA boot me from the club. My drug and alcohol usa have never been that bad banyway but AA was a kind of escape for me. A few days after leaving the state funded locked-down rehab facility I moved away to live with Connie Hughes in Florida. I worked a couple of restaraunt jobs down there and one that gave me haelth benefits after 6 months of employment.

The interrogators imply that a child sexual abuse incident which occurred when me and my older sister (died at 32 from lung cancer [1, 2, 3, 4]) were four and five years old [2, 3, 4] had an impact on our sexuality. Maybe the 'penis envy that Woody Allen mentions. My father, a lung cancer survivor, came from an immediate family of 10. There is no other family history of the condition. On my grandmother's side of the Johnsons, my grandma had three of seven or so siblings get the condition. The nonsmoker sibling was the only one to have survived. They, the CIA, implied that me and my sister were part of a ‘nature vs. nurture’ experiment [2, 3, 4] because we were both gay and the only two children of straight parents [4]. We were the only grandchildren [4] of William Carl Hughes for about seven years. This may be relevant for not only nonbreeding but for eugenic experimentation in an old secret military mission since former VP Cheney did the enlisting. This would make significant the 'don't ask, don't tell' clause.

William Hughes married Edith Johnson [10.16.??] and they had a daughter they named Carol Jean. This was Edith’s second, she adopted out the first daughter, Linda. When Jean was four years old, Dr. Vatterott told her parents that she only had a fifty-fifty chance [buzz buzz] of survival if she didn’t get emergency heart surgery [2, 3]. Jean’s grandfather, Lester, flipped [buzz buzz] and said, “They are going to kill that kid!” Her life and death emergency issue was an open Foramen Ovale. This is an opening that connects the two atria of the heart so that blood can bypass the pulmonary process of oxygenating the blood while the fetus is still in the womb. This hole normally closes by 6 months old and at least 25% of the adult population has a hole that’s not completely closed. The Vatterott family was also in the construction business and real-estate. Two years after Jean was born, William and Edith had another daughter named Connie [9.2.??] and her nose was damaged [2]. She had reconstructive surgery after she had stopped growing, about 15 years old, when she almost finished with high school. Incidentally, Connie was the only one of three Hughes children to graduate high school [3]. After a few years, Edith had another baby they named William Carl, Jr. He had something wrong with his neck that required surgery when he was a child [2], also. As an adult he worked for Emerson Electric, which may be a Hughes company, but he couldn’t read [3]. I think my mom was the victim of a secret lobotomy [3] because the recovery of my car accident was significant due to the nurturing that I received in the hospital which I didn’t have growing up. My mother lays in bed most of the day, everyday, for my entire life. Yet, she doesn‘t quite have the mentality of a patient with major depression. She never goes to the doctor, in fact, she hadn’t been in 10 years until a huge seven pound tumor in her abdomen was causing so much pain. All three of William’s and Edith’s children had reconstructive surgery in the nose/neck area - two were toddlers, the other was a young adult.

The interrogators made me read 1984 by Orson Wells [2, 3]. The author, Joseph Finder, somehow coerced me into listening to audio books. I listened to half the book, 1984, which warns right on the cover, in the description about subliminal messages and continues to describe the brainwashing of a society with hate hypnosis and the thought police. I had to stop listening halfway through because I was getting so angry [3]. Rage was a major form of energy forced on the society in the story, which turns out to be counter productive. I read the second half of the book within a couple months which was much less disturbing. But, the CIA does have me totally brainwashed, right now [2]. Am I correct in believing there is no statute of limitation for hate crimes? The FBI asked me on the phone with a tone of rage and hate, “How was it a hate crime?“ I didn’t know. Then they hung-up on me [2].

I’ve been flunked out of four schools due to the bombardment of hate and harassment since 2003. I already had a BSBA in Finance (1997) and an AA in IS (2000) both with 3.0 GPA so to flunk out of four schools couldn‘t have been my own fault. Right now, I’m struggling with medication that causes the side effects of drooling, pursed lip, high anxiety, insomnia, low-back pain, stiff neck, and Parkinson’s type shakes, which are fortunately decreasing as my dosage of Invega is lowered. I fell down my basement steps (nine steps) and I really shouldn’t be driving a car [2, 3]. I took myself off this medication and I‘m feeling a little better. It was almost, as if, the medicine had some metallic element in it or something that was electrocuting my nervous system [3]. Two different doctors, before the current one, suggested and permitted that I stop taking medicine for bipolar but I said I was not comfortable doing that but I wasn‘t taking the medicine anyway, behind their back. I think I was worried that it would have changed my disability status and I can‘t work because of the harassment of being a target [2, 3].

I don’t have any criminal complaints filed towards anyone since officer Mike Goodrich (#179) from my own town’s [63074] police department used excessive force and roughed me up [2] when four police cars pulled me over from a stop sign about 100 feet from my house, back in April of 2004. I was celebrating my birthday with a buddy named John Bonham [11.25.70] who started having a panic attack when the police cars started congregating behind me on a residential, 20 mph road with stop signs per 1000 ft or so. Cars parked on both sides of the street cause bottle necks that necessitate weaving through single direction sections of transport for the rest of my journey home from the time citizen Jeremy Lee (mo-180. [What’s the meaning of this number from the police report?]) called in a weaving complaint on me [2]. They used a resisting arrest charge to justify police brutality, for which I never even got a trial [2]. I was informed that the resisting arrest charges would be dropped the same night but I got a DWI arrest [no. 04-1263] and conviction with no proof, instead [2]. Several months later, I was asked about the resisting arrest offense when stopped for a traffic violation by a different police department. St. Ann had no proof of sobriety tests since after I explained that my coordination while walking, even before two drinks, couldn’t pass the straight line test because of a prior head injury, I got beat down before getting a chance to try other tests. Also, I didn’t blow into the BAC machine because I remember reading about the ease of sabotaging such tools. My attorney Mitchell D. Johnson [63074 Johnson and Johnson] didn’t help me fight the case in the least. Another, almost identical situation took place in Hazelwood, Missouri, a few to several months later but I don‘t have the record. There were about four police cars and I had two beers and I was allowed to try different sobriety tests after I explained my difficulty for the straight line walking test due to the head-injury. I passed all other sobriety tests except the straight line walking test and I think I may have gotten a speeding ticket but I was sent on my way. Very recently, I tried to get help for the fourth time by asking my local St. Ann police to take a harassment report but they said, “There’s nothing to report“.

The CIA most likely had me arrested [2] in three other surrounding municipalities. That way, I’m surrounded by police that hate me. In September of 2004, Maryland Heights [63043] undercover officer Sean Fanning [#153] entrapped me when standing at my car door in a park after a brief chat from separate cars about oral sex and asked me “What ya got” when he saw me rubbing my genitals through the outside of my shorts. I pulled the pants leg of my shorts open so that he could see my penis while I was still sitting inside my car. I was arrested for indecent exposure [no. 04-06503] and I was never allowed to even see a police report until after the hearings, at which time the clerk said, “So what, you can’t do anything about it now, anyway.” [2] For my sentence, I got one year probation, 15 hours of community service, and had to attend sex counseling sessions. I had a warrant out for my arrest after the probation period which I was informed after I was picked up, and sitting in the second police department’s jail, that the judge likes to have an exit interview or hearing after probation. It was later explained that I missed the closing hearing and needed to pay a small fee but my $200 fine was waived by speaking with a couple of officers about adult bookstores. The clerk had no record of a notification letter informing me of an exit hearing that he assured me was mailed to both me and my attorney, which was a lie because neither of us had received the letter. Anyway, my lawyer didn’t assist with this case, at all, and he didn’t have a copy of the police report either that was kept from me for some reason. I think my lawyer only saw a copy of the police report once, that apparently indicated entrapment, when he was plea bargaining with the prosecution office. He did ask me if I knew the arresting officer at which time I remembered that I had.

In November of 2004, I was stopped for a traffic violation by Breckenridge Hills [63114] and ended up with a charge of ‘possession of a controlled substance’ [no. 047017]. The passenger had a 35mm film case with some marijuana in her pocket. The weed belonged to both of us and I was given a choice that the police would either take Doreen to jail or arrest me and have my car towed. I took the blame because she was a little more mentally challenged than me. She only had to walk home about a eighth of a mile. My sentence was a two year probation and this incident increased my ’indecent exposure’ single year of probation to two years. This possession charge would be nice and handy since I apparently have that secret terrorist conviction without an arrest, charge, or trial, for selling the CIA’s junk weed.

In January of 2005, I was arrested for property damage and peace disturbance plus served a restraining order [family court no. 05fc-438(a)] from the town of University City [63130]. This was my buddy John Bonham that had the panic attack when I got pulled over at the stop sign 100 feet from my house. I also left non-discreet ‘death threat’ messages on his answering machine. The interrogators lead me to believe that my buddy was trying to purposely infect me with HIV by oral sex, which is like the lowest risk of transmission. Sorry that gay sex and HIV is so rampant through my case but I didn’t do it. The CIA apparently has as a genocidal goal for me not to breed [4][buzz buzz buzz buzz] and to reduce the ‘quality of my life’ [3][buzz], which I guess is apparent by making me gay and mentally disabled and rewriting anti-hate laws [3, 4]. Oh yeah, they dropped some packaged (as if from John) pornographic magazines of feminized men in my front yard that I held onto just in case I can ever have them analyzed for finger prints. They may have even proved the ‘nurture’ ideology for homosexuality to lower the ‘quality of life‘[3]. Lots of hate crimes kind of crap would be another genocidal goal to cause ‘mental and physical pain‘[2]. My lawyer Mitchell D. Johnson appeared for me in family court to accept the conditions of the restraining order. I’ve not seen nor spoken to John, since. I never learned of his status beyond him telling me he was HIV negative when we first hooked up.

The nine months spree of criminal coercions probably cost me about four to five thousand dollars with attorney fees, counseling, court costs/fines, and towing charges. I got a hole or a scare on my nose from the police brutality and the two years probation for possession could have sent me to jail if I ever got charged with another possession [2].

Oh yeah, a gay pal named Doug got infected with HIV while in the Army, stationed in Germany. He was discharged, I would think it was without honors. The CIA gave me the impression that’s the exact reason former President Clinton came up with “don’t ask, don’t tell”, was because the Army might infect you for an experiment if you’re gay. Doug’s neighbor was positive for eight years, in the 1980s before he even found out about his status. Remember they used to tell us that some people were just carriers without reaching full blown AIDS. They eventually changed it to getting an HIV + test is a death sentence. Luckily, Doug’s neighbor didn’t take AZT for 8 years when he didn‘t know. AIDS, Inc. (2007), tried to persuade viewers that the actual killer of the HIV and AIDS infected people was the medicine AZT. Lots of marketing propaganda went into “early detection will save your life”, too.

Blood pressure medicine causes diabetes mellitus symptoms like macular degeneration and renal failure. They said former VP Cheney won’t take it and it killed Edith‘s second husband, Harold Mills. The interrogators implied that Green tea is the cure for cancer. The obesity epidemic may be because the electromagnetic (EM) waves created from HAARP, cause an addiction to comfort foods like sugar. HAARP is the military’s network of antennae located in Alaska for weather and earthquake warfare that actually causes another epidemic, ADD. The Northern Lights phenomenon is from HAARP. Offshore drilling causes the hurricanes. The EM waves are just like the unresolved radio waves that create snow on the television and static on the radio. These radio waves are all around and inside us. We should make Adderall and Ritilin more available since they are the cures to ADD caused by HAARP’s EM radio waves. I can sleep on the mental amphetamines better than without or on high doses of sleeping pills.

The schools that hated me then flunked me out started with Logan College of Chiropractic. By the third trimester, I was academically dismissed. After about a year of grief and being stunned I signed up for a Physical Therapy Assistant program at St. Louis Community College and I was being harassed so much at home by my neighbors as what I was brainwashed to perceive as the KKK that I couldn’t complete a single two-credit class. I explained my entire situation to the department chairperson, Julie High, who was very considerate to listen. She set up an appointment with the Dean of the school who believed my story and considered me sane but Mrs. Julie High informed me that my grades were not good enough in the two-credit class to stay in the program. The next academic program I sought was at Allied College for Massage Therapy. I thought I’d combine massage with my Personal Exercise Trainer business skills and attempt to open a small facility. I only got through a couple of semesters before their hate caught up with me and the program director, Sandy Scott, decided I am more suited for the business end of the small business I wanted to start and booted me from the program. I asked, “What about the Criminal Justice program?” Vickie Enloe, the head of the school’s Department of Education said, “That’s only offered in an Associate’s degree and I know your sponsor Voc Rehab won’t pay for that.” I stood up from my chair and thanked the ladies for their time and never went back. The final school was an online Criminal Justice program at Kaplan University and I only had two classes per 10-week semester. The first semester I had a Mr. Busch and Mr. McCoy for my professors but unfortunately I didn’t pass the classes. I remember arriving in class early one day and I asked Mr. Busch what he thought about Patty Hearst and if he thought she was really brainwashed. He replied, “Oh yes, poor poor Patty, she was really brainwashed.” All the students that were in class had the same screen names as those that were in Yahoo chat and they all went off on me one day. Professors names from the second semester, I don’t specifically remember but it was no different from the first semester really and I didn’t pass again.

In addition to four or five local lawyers I contacted for help, I attempted to consult with the FBI three times (USPS, email, and by phone), the Missouri State Supreme Court Prosecutor‘s Office (by phone), the Missouri State Attorney General’s Office (by phone), the ACLU (by phone), St. Ann Chief of Police (by phone 2x), Gloria Allred (by email 2x and phone once), the American Bar Association (by email), the Missouri Bar Association (by email), but was quickly blown-off by them all. Even, officer Steve James of Bridgeton, MO, [63044] police department, at whose gym I once worked, told me (in person) that by law he couldn’t help me out, either. I think I saw him in yahoo chat where I went to release implanted rage.

The perpetrators have made the names James, Jim, and Jimmy stand out as most important. Jimmy was a bartender that worked for Ozzies at Westport in the summer of 2005 and I got to know well enough to conclude his conspiratorial participation of the harassment I was receiving so I stopped going there for free meals of happy hour food. [inability to prepare my own food was a significant issue when determining my mental disability status.] A couple of years later when I was up there I saw the manager that seemed to be waiting around for me to ask him a question. I asked him if Jimmie’s last name was Cooper and he told me that it was Madness or something and I walked out of the restaurant without paying for my single beverage tab. I asked about Cooper because that was a neighbor [on the street St. Jerome in 63074 - early and mid 1970s] I grew up with until I was 10 years old when we moved away. We moved to the same house in which my father was raised.

[my dad’s dad worked at McDonnell Douglas and was president of the retired Aerospace something or other. Leonard Maltin mentioned that many Germans removed a letter or two from their last names after WWII to make them sound less German. Busch and Buschxxx were aldermen together for my dad’s house where we currently live, in the 1950s, I believe. For some reason I have the feeling these Aldermen may have setup this property as some kind of lab or something. There’s something sickly magnetic about this house. Also, I imagine my grandfather, my dad’s dad, George Steiniger was a target during the Nixon era for working at McDonnell Douglas. I heard Howard Hughes once bribed Nixon. Is that true? It was probably to not kill my sister with lung cancer. My interrogators can do that, create lung cancer. Then all her doctors danced around giving her a diagnosis for many months, denying her an MRI for which she begged. Once they diagnosed it, they spread it around with radiation making her suffer and torturing my mother, again or still. Its not about politics, sorry.]

When we were kids, Mark Cooper wanted to play ‘war’ every single day and the interrogators gave me the impression he is currently advanced in the military and works with H.A.A.R.P., when they made the ground under my house shake after I guessed his name. They shook the ground a day or two later to confirm my suspicions.

A few months ago I realized I was permitted to email the Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi, but I didn’t receive much feedback other than conflicting paranoia stuff from television. I did request a specific law of protection from the harassment of everyone (like a restraining order) for myself and the very same day the news played a story about the House passing a law of protection for ‘America.’ But, the harassment and fake or paranoid news stories continued, nothing had changed. I think the House of Representatives added something to one of the bailout bills that made mental ‘no-touch’ torture or abuse as significantly painful as physical torture.

Could we remove the ‘plausible deniability’ laws from off me please? I’ve seen the CIA boast about the “Alice in Wonderland” title like its an operation or project in which they are involved like Paperclip or Artichoke. The perpetrators gave me the impression that Britney Spears was also a victim of the “Alice in Wonderland” project. They used to tell me, or imply, “the answer is in the stars” and to “watch the stars.” They very well could have been talking about astronomical stars since the Hubble Telescope was hinted about a lot. But, many celebrity stars are involved, as well, or so I’m to think. Woody Allen mentioned something about “this guy is going to have so much penis envy” in a movie with Alan Alda called Murder in Manhattan, maybe, and it was implied I should take that comment personally. The CIA have also implied that I‘m actually “Alice in Chains” and that the journey is what is more important than reaching a destination or goal. More important to whom? An actual transparent investigation would probably be what I would ask for and to release me from this mostly secret, anonymous, mental restraint. Or, is it a secret rumor? So much is implied, which comes from Yahoo internet chat rooms and fake news stories and other enhanced interrogation techniques with Hollywood movies. I contacted the DoD by email around July 28, and I said I would have this message posted by noon that day but I didn’t get it finished. The news replied that Secretary Gates was in Afghanistan, maybe.

One of my professors at Kaplan College online, was McCoy, which also happens to be the last name of a couple of my neighbors according to the Haynes directory which the librarian lied to me about being stolen because I saw it when I looked behind the desk. There is also, according to the Haynes, a Gonzalos and a Mueller down the street, as well.

I’ve been reading The Law of Dispute Resolution: Arbitration and Alternative Dispute Resolution from the Oceana’s Law for the Layperson series by Margaret C. Jasper and I can’t even pursue a Petition for Compensation from the courts because of plausible deniability. I read in the U.S. Constitution, I think, that if the government violates the human and civil rights of a citizen, that person would be able to take over as the U.S. President. This particular copy of the U.S. Constitution was actually inside an old political science textbook and I know my perpetrators write books and apparently infiltrate universities so I’m not so sure I believe much of what I read.

I recently read about the necessity for a fake set of sabotaged events so I will say what could be fake but sounds real to me. This is probably fake. Back in the 1950’s I guess, there was a Sir St. John Clair that was an advisor to a king in Saudi Arabia. This Sir St. John Clair was the father of Kim Philby the UK/Russia double agent. This is apparently supposed to be Cheney and Rover father and son. They are apparently royalty over there as Kings Fahd and Abdulla, probably pals with the bin Ladens. The Bush family relationship with Saudi Arabia must be with these Kings. The CIA took over the Iranian government in 1953 and Bush was pals with the Shah. Barbara Bush was an atheist. Why wouldn’t George Sr. be one also? His offshore drilling business called Zapotu was just a point in the golden triangle drug ring of the tyrannized Burma. I think poppy plants are grown there. Bush Sr. supposedly had many names, one being Popi that wasn’t just for his kids called him. He was also a member of the Chinese Communist Party that fed Communist into Vietnam. He is still involved with China through the Carlyle group which is an Investment Bank that probably charged western companies high dollars to help them weed through the fake barriers to entry then helps them offer IPO. Bush surely is in the foundation of banking in China and could probably rip them off anytime. Bush Sr. created Guantanamo Bay and they run Cuba.

The best way to contact me would be by phone or USPS since I don’t really have a private or dedicated email address that doesn’t get thoroughly flooded with spam.

Ronald L. Steiniger, Jr.
3506 St. Joachim Lane
St. Ann, Missouri 63074
DOB 4.23.1968
SS# 494.68.8746
314.426.2768

Here’s a blog that I was coerced to create. Please forgive offensive cuss words, confused ignorance, and wild allegations. As far as I know, no one reads it.
http://ghostprisoner.blogspot.com/
The entry, MY PLEA FOR FREEDOM 12 pages, contains what I was coerced to learn while I continue to be submerged into a life of forced isolation, sabotage, secrecy, pure hate, cruelty, and torture. As I mention in the long blog entry, I didn’t volunteer, sign a contract, or agree to do any kind of challenge or competition or anything like this. I assure you I’m not an actor or a reality TV show. Truly, I have no friends or any kind of social life. I am not military or Iranian. I am an American. Make them prove that I’m not an American like was proven with John McCain. Also, I guarantee that I’m not a President of anything. I’d kill them. Tom Cruise taught me to say that. Gloves off, huh? Does that mean they are cheating still or what? This is just sick. They are thieves, period. Why do I let this get to me? I have no choice. You got the wrong person, I promise. This is so gross. Its genocide because my mother is a Hughes, period.