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Re-posted in its comprehensive and hilarious entirety from http://www.jimstonefreelance.com/

Jim Stone Facing 15 Years in Prison!

A plea for amnesty
Jim Stone, Freelance Journalist, Jan 23 2012

This is the public version of this document. If you are a foreign nation, please go to the private location on this web site referenced in the letter I dropped off at your embassy for more complete information regarding this case.

I am facing prison on false charges, raised against me as an obvious effort to silence my journalism. As soon as I am apprehended by police I will be gone. I am currently seeking amnesty in a foreign nation. I have court issued records proving corruption, but they will do little good if I fail to escape the system that created them. Furthermore, if they succeed in locking me away, they have assigned me an improper name, even though I have repeatedly corrected them and told them to change the record. So it seems, they want me to vanish into the vast American prison system without a trace. Not even my proper name to trace me with. I was not supposed to be released from the system but since the case is baseless and the system of corruption not yet totally glitch free, "errors" were made. I don't expect luck a third time.

This type of thing always happens when a nation is rotted all the way through. Througout history many nations have risen and fallen, and America is no different. Perhaps one day America will again be a beacon of freedom and light, but do not count on that happening any time soon.

The history:

Many of my readers know that shortly after I finished my Fukushima investigation and report in July of 2011, I was snatched off the street and held without charges in a Bakersfield jail while being denied contact with anyone to let people know where I went. In that case I was anonymously detained for a week without charge, and got released from jail without charge within 45 minutes of finally getting a call out because a Sheriff came in on the night shift as a substitute and was not "in" on the game - he allowed me to make a phone call. Once someone on the outside knew where I vanished to, the order was given (from somewhere) to release me immediately (at 2:30 in the morning.) This happened shortly after I finished my Fukushima investigation, and I missed appearances on 4 radio programs as a result. If you have not read the Fukushima report I strongly suggest you spend the hours needed to go through it in detail and verify through the reference materials that it is indeed all true.

Well folks, they are at it again.

I was in DC with my wife, and she was afraid of the social condition of that area. She wanted to carry a small container of pepper spray I had for years, and neither of us had actually used one of these. So we sat down to figure it out, were playing with it and due to years of wear, idiocy, whatever reason, it went off and nailed both of us. I was resistant to it, and did not get hit as bad as she did. We both went into a nearby store to get water to wash our eyes. The store called the ambulance, which arrived with the police, and they questioned us. Absolutely no conflict with the police happened AT ALL. After entering my identity into the computer, they took me to jail, even despite my wife proclaiming my innocence and begging them not to.

Once in jail, I saw that they charged me for second degree felony assault, with the police officer as the plaintiff!! IMPOSSIBLE!! The report is full of lies and inaccuracies.

They then imprisoned me with orders to not release me with travel documents even if bail was posted, and to not have any communication with my wife.

The entire case is being pressed with my middle name in the place of my last name, so that if I had disappeared into the vast American prison system and not gotten out, I would have been difficult if not impossible to locate. I have attempted to correct this "error", gave them my birth name from ID documents to begin with, signed everything with my proper name, told them the name as written is wrong and they STILL refused to switch the case over to my proper name!

Immediately upon me being jailed, my wife went to work on getting bail posted and succeeded. Because she stayed attached to the system the entire time, she became aware of the fact that my name was recorded wrong. If there had been any separation between her and the immediate situation, she would have missed that fact and not known how to figure out where I was. She called the police and the state prosecutor repeatedly begging them to drop the charges, until they got sick of her and stopped answering. Through an error in the system, I got released even though the official papers specifically stated that I was not to be released even if bond was posted, because I intended to travel out of the country and had already given up my fixed address here.

They refused to allow me to call my wife as a witness in court by denying a continuance to allow her time to return from an overseas work assignment, even after I summoned her. This event has left us financially devastated, and she can not travel back to the US quickly as a result. The time I asked for was less than 15% of what has been deemed reasonable in other cases. Obviously we have ignored the no communication order, which in this case was used as an attempt to isolate us and make me easier to destroy.

After I was refused a witness, in a court where there would only be me, the prosecutor and a judge with no jury, I demanded a trial by jury before the original court date. My comment was that they may be able to sway a corrupt judge, but that they would never sway an entire jury. The trial by jury was granted, but held secretly without me being notified of the new court date, location or time, even despite repeated calls to the court to find out when the new appearance was scheduled.

This secret trial was held the day after it was scheduled, which is a direct violation of law, because time must be given for court notification to arrive by mail. This notification to appear for trial was mailed AFTER the trial was complete. I was never given the case number by the court, received no call, and was only made aware of this trial via junk mail from attorneys advertising their services. The court never sent any e-mails, and never even mailed a notification out (at least it has not arrived) yet the lawyer advertisements arrived, which proved the court had my mailing address correct because THAT is where the attorneys get it. (I do not live at the mailing address and have therefore avoided immediate arrest.) I handled this in a safe manner.

In the lawyer ads, you can clearly see that the case was scheduled on the 12th of January 2012 to be heard on the morning of the 13th of January 2012, and the envelopes are post dated the 13th. I then used the case number on the lawyer's ads to pull up the court records the court refused me access to by keeping the case number secret. Of course I did not show up for it – I was never notified of it. And I only got the case number from the advertisements – the court never provided it to me (most likely because they ask for the name of the caller, and were told not to give it to me which is also a violation of the law). Since the court normally follows the law, and a case is NEVER scheduled to be heard the following day, (40 days are the norm) the lawyers auto mail because it works. (unless the defendant happens to be a dissenting fact finding journalist).

Following is the record from the court.
After that, there is a link to the advertisements from the attorneys, which is how I found out about the case proceeding without me, and how I finally got the case number to look it up.

Here is how I found out I missed the court date: Ads from attorneys

This speaks volumes. The entire thing reeks of corruption. This is a case of rampant corruption functioning in a system that is not totally dead yet, because mistakes were made. First of all, they forgot to close the loop to prevent the lawyer's ads from arriving, to let me know a secret case was held. Second, due to the unusual nature of the requests in the encarceration documents, people overlooked them and followed their normal patterns, and that is how I got released when the order was given not to. On the surface the documents looked normal, but the devil was in the details. That hung them for the moment, as I am not in their custody as a result. How long that will last remains to be seen.

If any of you reading have wondered why on earth the truth never gets told in full, why no one has risen up as a force of hard fact and truth in today's media, consider this event. I always knew this type of thing happens to true journalists, and knew I was playing with fire when conducting my investigation into what really happened at Fukushima.

I am in dire need of protection from the powers that be in America. Please look beyond the slick Hollywood marketing to the true reality of the new America. If you accept me into your country as a refugee, you will get a decent law abiding man who has many skills. If I have special attributes I feel your country in particular will be interested in, they are listed on the page I dropped off at your embassy. If you got notification of my appeal for amnesty through one of your embassies or consulates, you can assume that I have already investigated the nature of your nation and deemed it worthy of consideration.

I am including the following information in the public version only, because it cannot be proven with records.

My problems are a LOT deeper than this!

During a period of time spanning from late 2005 to early 2008, I attended Jewish services in Montreal Canada and Vancouver Canada with the intention of converting. At first they were a little stand-offish, but when I arrived in Vancouver they hired a rabbi (Schachar Orenstien) to teach me. He was a very good man. The synagogues were close together, and the one I attended was very small (Shaarey Tefila) and often had a difficult time of forming a minion (the minimum required to make proceedings formal), and I would run across the street to a larger synagogue (Beth Hamidrash) to call people to ours so enough people would be present.

Well, the high holidays came, and for the first time I got to go through ALL OF IT. It was then that I discovered that there was a special prayer book that came out, a book which NO OUTSIDER is allowed to see. It costs hundreds to attend the High Holiday services, and it is a ticketed event with security guards. In this special prayer book there was a prayer called the Kol Nidre prayer. This prayer is FILTHY. It's like an oath to Satan himself, where you basically say to God that you intend to lie and not honor contracts during this year, that you should be forgiven for lying and not honoring contracts in the last year, because you never agreed to be honest in front of God and therefore cannot be punished!. None of the online versions say it as clearly and succinctly as it is in that book. There is no mistake that you fully intend to lie and cheat, and expect to get away with it.

Well, I am a man of honesty and honor, and even though joining the Jews would have no doubt been key to launching my music career,

The Minstrel
Sonata Of Life
Inspiration
Isaiah's Lullaby
I Need You

and my photography career Photography

I was so disgusted by this prayer I began to have doubts about wanting to be Jewish.

Well, my doubts were CONFIRMED. After a small spat with someone at Sharrey Tefila, I went across the street and attended services at Beth Hamidrash for a day. As preparation for what will come next, I need to mention how various rabbis spoke about a Jewish victory over mankind, that was soon on the horizon but not guaranteed because the Internet was messing things up. I never got more detail than that. And, I must say that before every service they make good and sure they know if there are guests present, non Jewish people, ect, and if there are any unconfirmed people attending services, they change the nature of the service. They don't care how many get messed up (they allowed me to mess up 2 consecutive years of services).

WELL,

When I went over to Beth Hamidrash, (they all REALLY liked me over there) a special speaker arrived from out of town (as is the norm) and the call went out "do we have any visitors" and one man said NO, another said, well, what about HIM? - pointing to me, and another said No, he is not a visitor, he is one of US. And another man said, Yes, he is one of us, and the speaker said are you SURE? and they all chimed in and said YES, HE IS ONE OF US. And then, I got to see a REAL Jewish service.

The speaker cautiously proceeded

The Jews, in violation of 501C3 status, use their religious services as political and war planning venues. He spoke about how they own the media, the medical, the education, the legal, EVERY aspect of Canadian Society, and especially American society, European society, HE SAID IT ALL, that they intend to gain victory over us to enslave mankind, and that they needed to use their "EXTREMELY DISPROPORTIONATE INFLUENCE" over society to gain absolute victory. "You all have your jobs, your assignments, and you must use our EXTREMELY DISPROPORTIONATE INFLUENCE to make things go a Jewish way, and gain our ultimate victory over mankind".

I kept a straight face despite being absolutely appalled, every bad thing I had ever heard about Jews was confirmed in a single speech, and I left the Jewish community. I was blown away by how accurate people like David Duke are with regard to the Jews.

They did not leave well enough alone. Simply having me get as far as I was with them and then leave was enough for them to put a hit out on me.

I attended an event with a girl I started dating, which she got invited to out of nowhere. She was not aware of anything like it, and did not know what to expect. We went. It was a little strange, it cost money to set up and was strange. Something was not right about it. They had great food there though, and I was offered some wine. It was horrible and bitter. I was shocked. there was a woman from one of the synagogues there in the food preparation area. I thought nothing of it though.

I was fine for about 3 days, and then started getting very strange muscle cramps. On day 5 they were severe. Day 6, I could barely walk, and was going into spasms. On that day, I got a very strange e-mail. It is a series of quotes from various books, assembled to form a message. This no doubt was to hide the writing style of the sender. This took a LOT of work to assemble. I will break it down, following the message. I knew when I received this that I had been poisoned as punishment for leaving the Jewish community, and they did not expect me to survive it. They knew when the poison would be taking full effect. The message follows:

A sweet face. She forbade her wearing cotton caps, just the trite, wellknown fact that a murderer so near the border, the assistance of this monk the position of the south was in this respect melted butter, thus flay'd pigs commonly. 6. No one told mrs. Samuel bertram of the change of plan, each buried in its bosom. These may have taken their of electronic works that could be freely shared you did, mon ami. Since then, you have changed of zoology. Unhappily you have crushed this fine such service.and now begone. If there be half stern fortitude which enabled him to hide the that we ought to do something about it try to a word for the act of complaining about something he entered one of those ginpalaces, which, like.

THAT is what a death threat message looks like, Now let's dissect it

"A sweet face. She forbade her wearing cotton caps, just the trite". - This is in reference to the fact that the girl I started dating was a Shia Muslim, who did not wear hijab, and that they had no respect for the relationship.

"wellknown fact that a murder so near the border, the assistance of this monk" - This could be a reference to the fact that they considered me murdered, and I was close to the border of America, and possibly the rabbi who taught me had something to do with it.

"the position of the south was in this respect melted butter, thus flay'd pigs commonly" - This is obviously a reference to America, which I left behind, was a land of melted butter which flayed pigs (arabs) often.

"6." - This is telling. 6 happens to be the most sacred number in Judaism, especially 666. Believe it or not - it is true, and it ties into the 6 points of the star of david, which when made out of two overlaid triangles has six points, six lines, and six triangles within it.

"No one told Mrs Samuel Bertram of the change of plan, each buried in its bosom" - I never told ANYONE in the Jewish community I was leaving, and never gave an explanation as to why.

"These may have taken of their electronic works that could be shared you did, mon ami" - This is a reference to the fact that I built a beautiful web site for the Rabbi, as a gift.

"Since then you have changed of zoology" - This means that after I left the Jewish community, I changed and became an animal.

"unhappily you have crushed this fine such service" - This is in reference to the fact that the Rabbi abandoned the web site, and refused to use it.

"and now begone. If there be half stern fortitude which enabled him to hide the that we ought to do something about it try to a word for the act of about something" - I was very physically fit, and able to withstand very tough situations, which the Jews were aware of. They gave me nothing to complain about, this is true, they were VERY GOOD TO ME. Begone is obvious - I am dead.

"He entered one of those ginpalaces, which, like - This is a reference to Islam, where gin "jin" palace literally means a house of demons, from an Islamic perspective. So they said I left them and entered a house of demons, and liked it (because of the Shia girlfriend).

I wondered for a second if it was just a stupid e-mail, but realized it fit my situation exactly. There was not a line in that e-mail that did not apply to me, and it followed the sequence of events perfectly. Add that to the fact that I was doubling over with cramps and it was obvious - I had been poisoned.

I got very lucky with finding a cure. It was as if God handed it to me.

I went to Google, and entered my symptoms, and the word poisoning. (Delayed, cramps, delerium, poisoning) and the first link was to a web site that listed my symptoms and timeline perfectly. It was a slow acting alkaloidal poisoning that would be fatal due to extreme cramping to death - a hideous death, if not cured. I then typed alkaloidal poisoning antidote into Google, and it went to another web site, which had antidotes to various poisonings. (A few days later I tried this, and did not ever find those sites again). I am not sure exactly what I typed.

The antidote site said that pickeling salt, and vinegar, in conjunction with ammonia fumes would cure it. SO, I ate a large jar of pickles, and the cramps let off a little, and then took a bowl full of ammonia window cleaner, put it in a box on the floor, draped a towel over the opening of the box, put my head in and went to sleep. When I woke up I was PERFECT, with no sign of poisoning at all (other than the ickiness from the ammonia). I thought back on where the poisoning could have happened, and the only place was that event I went to, with the bitter wine. It all fit.

SO, I was back to normal. And I made a mistake. When you have a hit out on you, NEVER get into a routine schedule out in public. I did. I got into the routine of taking the same skytrain stops at the same time every day. About a week and a half into this, I noticed a young man who attended one of the Orthodox synagogues coming up the steps as I went down, and right as I went past him he pulled out a black canister and sprayed it in my face. Whatever it was had no odor or taste, it was like a clear gas. He timed it perfect, and I was breating in at exactly the wrong time and sucked in the full blast. Again I noticed nothing immediately, but made it a point to remember that incident.

A week went by, and I had all but forgotten the event. But I started getting copious amounts of clear phlegm coming up all the time out of my lungs, and my nose started running uncontrollably. There was no fever, no muscle cramps, no sign of flu or infection, just gobs and gobs of phlegm, a good blast ever 20 feet of walking, and I had to keep a large sputum cup by the bed. On the worst three nights, I laid on the floor gasping for breath, trying to overcome the phlegm and was not sure I would survive those nights. But I started to come out of it a little. It lingered on and on, with copious phleghm for over a year, and about a month into it I lost my hearing. My hearing was GONE, attenuated by well over 100 DB. I could not use a phone, I could not hear even a nearby car horn. People had to scream into my face, and by combining what little sound I could hear with their lip movements, I could make out what they were saying.

But there was something even stranger about this - after it faded off a little, I noticed that whenever I had periods of deep analytical thinking the phlegm came far worse, or bursts of emotion would make it come a lot worse. I was in this phase when I met my wife, who is a Doctorate of Pharmacology. She diagnosed the symptoms as a neurological poisoning, and said I was not likely to ever get over it fully. Fortunately two years after the initial spraying, I was over it.

Most recently, my wife (Sarah Stone) and I were proceeding on I-15 southbound in Salt Lake City after spending a day there, and a mile before the 4500 south off ramp, a red cabbed semi with an unmarked trailer snuck up on us with his lights turned off, hooked up with the last four inches of the side of the rear of the car, on the bumper, and put the car into a spin. I noticed the rear of the car drifting sideways - there was no sound of impact because it was such a gentle nudge, and I looked and saw him back there in the dark. I knew I had to get ahead of him, so I floored it. The spin was well established, and the ONLY way for the car to go if I hit the brakes would be to get eaten by the semi. The headlights then came on, and I kept it floored, hoping the car would not roll.

Keeping it floored was the thing to do. It got me out in front of him far enough to avoid being mowed under, and with the tires screaming and burning rubber forward, I managed to pull the skid into the HOV lane and out of the path of the semi. I was then perfectly backwards on the freeway, with a forward burnout going (had I let off the gas it would have stalled the engine and probably blown the transmission), as the semi went past me. Keeping it floored kept perfect floatation going, and the car proceeded in it's spin in the HOV lane. Right when I was coming out of the full 360 I let off the gas, never hit the brake, and ended up going perfectly forward two lanes over from where I was to begin with. The semi floored it up to about 90, and still having about 60 mph of momentum I took off after it. I then thought, well, he could be dangerous, and there is probably minimal damage to the car. So I backed off, pulled off at 4500 south and inspected the car. The only damage was a small indentation in the side of the rear bumper where the semi hooked up.

Ever heard of all the famous controversial people getting killed in car/semi accidents? Most hit the brakes when something goes wrong, and that is the WRONG THING TO DO when a semi nudges your rear wheels out. You will get sucked under and crushed if you hit the brakes at that critical moment, yet that is the most likely thing for people to do. My wife published the article Tainted Nightmare and they would have gotten 2 for the price of one. And this method, the gentle nudge, leaves such a small mark on the vehicle it would go totally unnoticed in the carnage. It would simply look like you lost control and got eaten by a semi. There obviously is no way to prove this event was intentional, but in light of everything else? . . . . . . . . .

I have no doubt at all that my present legal situation, where I face imprisonment for up to 15 years over NOTHING is directly related to the Jewish community, which is PISSED about me leaving them and doubly pissed about the Fukushima report and the article Nuclear Blackmail. NO DOUBT AT ALL. And since they tried to kill me twice already and failed, and possibly a third time, this new method of getting me lost in the vast American prison system is no doubt the new modus operandi.

And there is more, much more. All the times I have been followed, staked out, sabotaged, intercepted, blown off the web, the list is ENDLESS. I need protection. I have GOT TO find a new place with a new identity. It's the only way I will survive.