Wow! Same cold case MO as I write about Gary Condits and disposal-for-hire!

This article is eerily similar to what I have experienced and written about concerning a dismemberment-to-death I witnessed the aftermath of in Ipswitch, UK, in 1977 and was sent with the secrets to ground about. Sexual/political/espionage intrigue, bathtub, bags, a man&woman, corruption, etc., just no dismemberment mentioned by article.  Maybe it's one of those old Police tricks where they leave details out so that they can get someone to "Brag" about it?
Here is the link to the Sun article, which I found on Drudge, but which Facebook bans from its site:  

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/features/6613428/Secrets-of-MI6-spy-found-dead-in-bag-revealed.htmlhttp://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/features/6613428/Secrets-of-MI6-spy-found-dead-in-bag-revealed.html

And here is my own written excerpt of the MO as I experienced it, but totally ignored by authorities (Except for heavy-handed investigations and persecutions of ME!) that I've had uploaded for a very long time: 

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K6JDMDW#reader_B00K6JDMDWhttp://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K6JDMDW#reader_B00K6JDMDW

Because of my life's circumstances, I'm forced to live in the camper on my truck. It's ironic, because when I was discharged from enlisted Army service in '77, I was ordered to go to Maui and become a beach bum, that jobs would be arranged for me, and to live in almost exactly this same camper set-up.

And this means that I see things most other people wouldn't, and consequent to the woman I was forced to marry (Again, ordered in advance to obey as a “Field Supervisor” I would know by her Legend) by false sexual claims, I'm often hated beyond belief.

I make a point of moving my site almost every day, and being here in Rawlins, Wyoming, means finding spots in the hilly sagebrush desert. It's funny, but the places I've found that are not so visible from the highway are either former junkyards and trash heaps, or places where the teenagers go have bonfires and party.

I was under Rawlins Mountain last evening when two pickups pulled up. I'd had to park carefully in this little bowl because of the tons of nails p;resent from burned pallets. It was extremely windy, but I went out to see what they wanted. A young man that I might have seen before told me I was good, and that he was going to get some pallets to burn. There were already several unburnt ones laying around., and I wondered why he would want to draw attention to themselves by having a fire in the middle of so much dry sagebrush at night.

But they left, leaving one truck behind. I looked it over, and it reeked of gasoline.

It came back to me, how when I lived in Encampment in '95, I'd been invited to join the Volunteer Fire Department, yet was never given any duties, any pager, nor proper equipment. At one point, we responded to a hay bale on fire, and I alone was given a pitchfork and told to break it up. The whole town had responded, and they all stood in a ground watching me, a prominent Casper Red Starr Tribune western writer among them. I sensed that this had been staged so that the whole town could carefully look me over for identification purposes. Wanting to believe what had been put out there regarding my sexual identity.

That falsehood goes back to my childhood, actual sexual abuse perpetuated by my mother, and most horrible of all – specifically directed by a foreign spymaster, a matter of psychological programming. I was to be one of his “Manchurian Candidates.” I've only recently come to undo that stuff ;planted in my head.

Implanted sexual shame is the core ingredient of being an undetectable spy.

That news reporter has followed me closely ever since, taking my photo and the like, probably writing another book, and tricking me into putting my face on the cover of this state-wide paper. So people everywhere hate me.

In another call, the VFD had to go down to Colorado for a training exercise. Against all rules, an old mobile home was set on fire with gasoline time and time again, and a small team would go in to put the fire out.

I'd been told time and time again to shave my beard so that the mask would have a good seal. But the blasé tone of that phrase that I had heard exactly word-for-word from so many of them made me wonder. When one fellow told me not to worry, as he would especially take care of my air tank, and bring it down, I wondered again. The fire suit they'd given me was far too small, and did not even fit.

Just before I was to go into the inferno, several of them gathered around and started saying things like “Perverts have to burn in Hell,” and the like. But then the Captain told me I couldn't go in because of my beard. Two big swarthy fellows were to have joined me.

So I decided I'd just test the gear, and opened the air tank. I worked for a moment, and then the seal blew, and I had but moments of air. I used to SCUBA dive and so I knew what it was. The O-ring had been cut.

It seems as if the authorities must be looking into these old claims of mine, because a few of these individuals have made note of smiling at me in a certain way, lately. Other indications tell me that some trucking firm owners I've worked for are also giving me the Eye.

I'd camped up above the quarry last night, but came down because of the wind. Oddly, a pickup truck was parked at the juncture, and pulled into the middle of the road as if to speak with me, but the two men didn't. It may have been the same black truck with a silver stripe that had acted suspiciously before, following a rotund man on an ATV.

That bespectacled man had approached me in the desert yesterday, asking if I was alright. Then I saw him with a younger skinny man at Family Dollar, and I think the younger one said something like “Hi, faggot.”

I'm a bit hard of hearing, and wasn't sure, so I disregarded it. Besides, I have long learned not to respond to provocation.

There had been a second pickup truck just before the railroad tracks going out there, and, again, it seems deliberately picked as a monitoring point. Again, the truck just sat there in the road as if to want to talk, and I waved at the older couple within. The woman waved back. If anything, my nighttime location was well determined, even if I did choose a new spot.

It occurred to me how easily I could have been locked in from outside, and then burned to death. There's much more I will post later, but it boils down to decades of false re;porting others have done on me that's being “Put to the fire,” as it were, now, I am certain.

Criminal minds, even of those well placed, seem to fall easily for the temptation of some government agents whispering in their ears, “He's such and such, can you help us... Him?”

I was worked against major spies that way in the mid '70s in Europe because of my special above-mentioned“Training” and subsequent manner, so it's old hat.

I've often told authorities about such things and have always been ignored. So I obviously fear for my life, which may not be long. At least somebody will read this one day.

Even as I look out the camper window, I see a new silver SUV with mag wheels that has driven by several times - Here in the back dirt lot of this truck stop.

obama will declare he's Gay or bi-sexual!

I TOLD YOU SO!!! Now Obama has declared - based upon my video? - Gay Marriage to your dog and/or sheep to be good!  This lesson to the American People is obvious:  This , the work of a foreign spy is what you get when citizens leave the electoral process up to enemies of our country.

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What high-ranking and long-term homosexual disinformation blackmail campaign is so shocking to the country that the Conservatives will not press on Obama's true Birth Certificate? And who is listed as "Father?"
Either they're too embarrassed, afraid there might be some  truth to it, or are waiting for ME to go public on it. It's looked as if a former East German "Master Spy," STASI General Markus Wolf had "Honey-trapped" an American politically rising Intelligence official, who as if abused not only young male military aides, but his office and resources overseas, as well. MUCH went into the orchestrations and machinations,  even in the secure confines of the  Dusseldorf Consulate on weekends, to make it seem true in even 1977 and earlier.
Actually, Gen. Wolf had been "Turned"  by CIA Director George HW Bush before that, the other way around. If Wolf was the "Man without a face" for so many years, why do I personally possess a 1977 group photo of he, myself and others?

 As the seeming object of "Homosexual Abuse," my life since has been Hell, ordered "To Ground" with the true secrets, and I've even been subject to two false and unnecessary surgeries. As if the pain and psychological conditioning were part of the "Cover-up."
The Socialist Democrats really don't want this out, either, because then they'd loose what they perceive is their blackmail hold over the Conservatives in their march towards Communism.  Who, until now, have been cowed on every issue you could think of.
Why me?  Because Gen. Wolf also had a few other Nazi-based specialties...  To include the "Perfectly antiseptic" Assassination Team that was allowed to infiltrate Congress, but most especially, the creation and running of his "Manchurian Candidates." Like Barack Obama.  And I, and others.

Now you see why is seems as if Dir. Bush was blackmailed into allowing Obama to rise to the top?  But how it lured out so many moles, instead?

I've written a "Fictitious Novel, based on facts," and of vindication, as I had been ordered to so way back when, entitled, "Bred to be a Manchurian Candidate" at  "www.rickhyatt.freeservers.com. It is full of details, facts, secrets, horrible espionage methods & means, and personal photos I possess - Like of some of Gen. Wolf's old spy ring.  Guess who? The site offers an immediate digital download from Amazon.com for only $9,  or paperback at Lulu.com.

Either way, ask yourselves, just what do the Conservatives have to fear?  But the truth, itself?  I'm not homosexual, never have been, nor was ever my Agent Handler, Dir. Bush, Master of his Craft in his own light.  Do they fear the American People can't handle what is actually the Espionage Coup of all history?  Squeamish, I guess,  if even my own personal life is a constant assault by those authorities and "Social Agencies" who assail me, or try to have me committed,  not for the truth, but for what they'd LIKE TO HEAR.

rickahyatt@gmail.com to communicate with me directly.