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Setting the Stage
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My
background:
** I grew up in the Hamburg,
Germany harbor after the Second
World War, so I am intimately and
personally knowledgeable of
clandestine activities and smuggling
techniques. Because my Grandmother,
Henryette Rosenthal, was Jewish,
we had to smuggle food just to
survive.
** German Military Special
Forces training.
** I lived and worked in Iraq
for five years as a construction
engineer, directing the
construction of power plants and
several semi-secret military
facilities.
** Intimate knowledge of Iraqi
lifestyles.
** I speak German, English and
Iraqi.
** I
was
born with a unique gift of
hands-on healing and the ability
to see into the invisible world of
spirit. Because of
fear and the ridicule I received
as a child, I hid and denied
this gift until I was an
adult.
I was
a major, behind-the-scenes advisor
to General Schwarzkopf during the
1991 Desert Storm Gulf War.
In exchange for my
services, I was promised that
after the war, I would receive a
retired Colonel's salary.
He made millions of dollars
as a result of his military
tactics of handling the war.
Many of those tactics came
directly from me. After the war, instead of
rewarding me, General Schwarzkopf
sent the German Secret Service
agents (Gestapo-like agents) to
"eliminate me."
As you
know, most government agents can
no longer get away with outright
murder so they did everything that
they could to see to it that I had
a fatal accident. For five years, they
sabotaged my cars. One of their favorite
tricks was to partially cut one of
the brake line hoses so that each
time the brake was pressed a
portion of the brake fluid would
leak out, eventually causing
complete brake failure.
Because
of my special training, my keen
awareness of my surroundings, and
my heightened "sixth
sense," I survived all of
their attempts. Most of the time, I would
just know that my car had been
sabotaged and I'd look for and
find the problem before it caused
an accident.
One of
my exploits was finding Saddam
Hussein’s secret Archives
in Brussels, Belgium. I reported the find to
NATO. Instead of being rewarded,
present Secretary of
Defense and then CIA Overseas
Chief Agent¸ Robert Gates,
instructed the Germans to double
their efforts to eliminate me.
I also located 126 Scud
Missile Launchers. Because Saddam's missile
program was moved to Iran, you can
now see these weapons on display
in Iranian military parades.
One of
my survival techniques was to
collect a container of dog poop
and when I parked my car, I'd
sprinkle the dog poop under and
around my car’s engine and rear
wheels. When the poop was
flattened with a smear of poop on
the asphalt, I knew someone had
been under my car and I had to
repair the saboteur's damage.
When the poop was
untouched, I could drive home
without a hitch.
Another
time I removed my personal data
file from the Police Head Office
in Hamburg-Luneburg, Germany.
I knew I could not go home
because they would be looking for
me so I hid out for a week with my
friends on barges and tugs in the
harbor. I parked my car in a
freight container near my
friend’s container repair shop.
At night I'd go to one of
my other friends who was a master
baker for an industrial bakery to
get fresh rolls, coffee and bread.
The mobile unit of the
Gestapo regularly parked 100 yards
down the street in the parking lot
of the German Department of Motor
Vehicles. One night, two of the
German Secret Service agents came
to the bakery to get coffee and
rolls. Without recognizing me,
they sat down and ate their food
within five feet of where I was
sitting.
My
personal data file was 106 pages
long. I placed copies in several
secure locations, including
leaving a copy with a friend and
Notary. I then gave the original
file back to Berndt Schmidtbauer,
Chief of the Gestapo. His office sent me a
message telling me that they never
got a file from me and that they
had never talked to me.
In the secret language of that
time, those words told me that
they'd try again to involve me in
a fatal accident.
At
that point, I decided that I'd had
enough of Heinrich Himmler's WWII,
German Gestapo tactics.
I decided to leave Germany.
Fortunately, within days, I
received an opportunity to work
for a famous actress in Beverly Hills.
I moved to the U.S.
I have
more than 2000 pages of my
stories. My intention is to put them
together in a novel. Perhaps, some day, they may
even be make into a film.
I have
a very funny story that's too long
to include here. It’s about how I broke
one of my key employees out of Saddam
Hussein’s jail by sending
all the guards across the street
to the local whorehouse, and in
the process, I also release 284 other prisoners.
After that incident, I was
known as "The Desert Fox
after [like] Rommel."
Another
time when
Hussein’s henchmen came
after me, I suck my finger in the
muzzle of the AK47 rifle that he
had pointed at me and said,
"You have two choices, 1)
pull the trigger and I'll lose a
finger, but the gun will explode
and you'll lose most of your face
or 2) give me the gun."
He gave me the gun.
A week later I gave it back
to him one-piece-at-a-time, after
taking it apart and throwing away
the bullets. I did this to insure that I
didn't get shot on the spot.
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How
Kurt shut down the electric power to four major
Iraqi cities in response to harassment by Iraqi
authorities. He gave them the
alternative, stop the harassment of my
construction crew or get no electricity from this
power plant for the next nine months. (When the
construction contract would be complete and the
power plant tuned over to the Iraqi authorities.)