Warning: this post contains some very disturbing details.

Let’s start here: Drew Peterson.

Drew Peterson was charged over the death of ex-wife Kathleen Savio, whose bloodied body was found in an empty bathtub in 2004. Her death was at first believed to be an accidental drowning. Ms Savio’s family has long voiced suspicions, saying she had feared Peterson and told relatives that if she died it would not be an accident. Their fears resurfaced after the October 2007 disappearance of his fourth wife, Stacy Peterson, then 23. Stacy, the mother of his two young children, is still missing.

A brash moustachioed Illinois sergeant with nearly 30 years’ service, Peterson courted publicity after the death and subsequent disappearance, and last year he was slapped with a felony gun charge. In December, the Harley-riding 55-year-old, who is still officially married to his missing fourth wife, announced he was getting engaged for a fifth time - to another 23-year-old woman.

Peterson’s arrest and first-degree murder charge on Thursday came after he was stopped for a traffic violation and was held on a $20m (£13.2m) bond. “I guess I should have returned those library books,” a handcuffed Peterson reportedly quipped as police led him into headquarters after his arrest.

Unlike Peterson, police aren’t joking. “We are very confident in our case,” Will County State’s Attorney James Glasgow said. Meanwhile, one of Peterson’s lawyers said the indictment was not a surprise. “There was tremendous pressure for the government to do something in this case,” Andrew Abood said. But he added that one of Peterson’s teenage sons with dead ex-wife Savio has “provided a lock tight alibi” for his father, who faces up to 60 years in prison if convicted.

So this guy got a lot of air time. Experts opined, which I wrote about here:

Drew Peterson’s behavior and words during interviews with TODAY and NBC News did not match up with what would be expected from someone whose wife had abandoned him and his children for another man, two analysts said Thursday. [Unless he is a psychopath, in which case his behavior is perfectly consistent. - ed.]

Body language expert Tonya Reiman and NBC analyst and former FBI profiler Clint Van Zandt reviewed the tapes of Peterson talking exclusively to TODAY’s Matt Lauer on Wednesday and saw a man sitting back with legs spread wide in a position of arrogance. They said they also saw a man who showed no anger or frustration or concern for his children, who have been left without a mother since the Oct. 28 disappearance of his fourth wife, Stacy.

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It’s just so puzzling, isn’t it? What does it mean when a person shows indifference to the pain and suffering of his own family members and children, shows no expression or remorse unless talking about himself, and stalks his own wife? Do you think the FBI Profiler knows the answer to this question? I don’t suppose he could have done his job unless he knew how to recognize psychopaths, do you? Why doesn’t The TODAY Show let you know that Drew Peterson’s behavior is consistent with him being a psychopath, and that this condition affects about five out of one hundred people and not one in a thousand as you might be forgiven for concluding? Wouldn’t it be good for people to know that sort of thing? Maybe they could protect themselves.

Are the media and the FBI being inexplicably obtuse regarding psychopaths and their prevalence in the general population (6%)?

They have resources and experts, and yet they don’t tell people the truth about psychopaths. Instead, whenever a Drew Peterson or a Philip Markoff comes around, the media will drag the whole thing out laboriously pondering wondering scratching their foreheads about these curious evil people. My goodness gracious where do they come from we just don’t understand what might possess someone to commit such horrible crimes blah blah blah, “news” cycle after “news” cycle. You Learn Nothing Useful. Instead you receive lurid details and get a little more afraid because you don’t understand how seemingly normal people can go off and do these violent things. In fact these people are not normal, and to make matters worse, you definitely know some because they’re not all that rare, either.

That’s just the beginning. Psychopaths are predators, and they prey on human beings. And many psychopaths have lots of money, which they use to lure vulnerable human beings, poor women and children, into short brutal lives of horror and degradation.

This is graphic. This is reality.

Lolita is from Nigeria and at only 26 years of age her testimony seems almost unbelievable. Her story perfectly illustrates some of the hardships thousands of African women go through. Prostitution has reduced her to a drug addict and an alcoholic with aids pulling her into the doomed path of the grim reaper.

“If only I knew what was in store for me here, in this crazy place, this place that so many people admire, this place they all want to come to (…) a place where we, Africans, are considered as good for nothing, slaves who are made to eat human excrement and drink their urine. Some find it normal that sick people, perverts, rich people… use their money and influence to gravely abuse other humans.

They say that we are adults and therefore consenting, but this is not true because no one asked for my consent before throwing me into this hell hole. I was forced and threatened… and if we are adults, what about the kids who find themselves in this milieu? Those people pay a lot to abuse the youngest ones. Poor people do not pay such ludicrous amounts of money for such things, simply because all their money will still not be enough to buy these…

I am disgusted and no more afraid, and by the way, who cares? My days are numbered anyway. My aids is in its final stages. They have more respect for dogs than for us. I know that not all the girls go through what I have been through. But I know what goes on in this milieu and why the girls deny all those horrendous things so as not to fall victim to their anger. Their riches give them the right over our lives… If their drugs, their aids and alcohol had not brought me to my death bed, their filth and the filth of their dogs that I was made to swallow as well as their violence would have done it anyway.

I have prayed to God to forgive me and take me back. No human being can live with what I have in my head. I only have to close my eyes for a few seconds for all the horrors to come rushing back. Everyday and every night I go through the same torture. I need someone to help me end it all, I have no energy in me to even try it. My God! I want just a moment of silence to rest. I just want it over and done with and just go, go, go…

My troubles began in Lagos. I came across an internet announcement, which said that a businessman was looking for women who wanted to get married for his dating agency. There were photos and stories of happy and successful marriages. Apart from the internet announcement, I also answered to announcements posted in these magazines that we find everywhere now. It all went very fast. The man contacted me and we started communicating via the Internet. He promised me things that no woman would refuse. A dream. In a matter of three months, I had every single paper needed to leave for London. He also gave me the names of persons I had to meet and everything went well. I also had to go to Benin City (a city in Nigeria, ndlr) to collect a small parcel for him. I was a bit taken aback when I realized that the little parcel he was talking about were three young boys between the ages of eight and twelve. Their passports and visas were ready. Everything was ok. I went to see a guy called “wizard” for instructions.

Our trip took us through Ghana where someone provided us with Liberian passports with which we traveled to London. This was to help us obtain refugee status with ease. We left after spending three days in a shantytown in Accra where we were hidden to “avoid being spotted by jealous people who were not as lucky as us!” hmmm… The youngest boy was gripped by fear. He cried a lot, his whole body shook and could not utter a word. His only refuge were my arms and the only moment he left my arms was to allow me to go to the bathroom…

At the airport, my fiancé and the person who was to collect the children were waiting. The separation was very painful. A lot of force was needed to tear the little boy from me. I never heard of those children again. I followed this man whom I knew nothing about apart from the fact that he called himself “Bryan”. We barely got to his house when the nightmare began. First of all, he wanted us to do it right away. But I told him that I needed a some time as it is not too easy to open up to someone I did not know, just like that. But his violent grip made me give in immediately. My first hours on the English soil were marked with rape and violence on somebody’s living room floor. He took a rest, drank whiskey and came back to do those horrible and painful things that I didn’t even know existed, again and again. I thought I was going to die.

I was forced to do what he wanted, I knew only him and he had kept all my papers. After sexually abusing me, he asked me to watch films in which girls were having sex with animals. He said to study what the girls were doing because I was going to do the same soon. He said that my arrival had cost him a lot of money and I was going to have to pay him back. He also said that because he is a very nice man, he would find good business and film contracts and split the money between the two of us. He gave me a little something to give me courage, but not to worry because there was a lot of money to be made. Lots of money. That little something to give me courage was, in fact, drugs. This is how, three weeks after my arrival in England, I became a bestial porn star addicted to drugs and traveling through eruopean capitals; Amsterdam, Berlin, Paris and London, my residence.

Once or twice a week, I was sent to film sets or individual homes to tape these nasty pornographic videos. Sometimes the master and his dogs would join in. It gave me nausea. His wife would look on, amused, while mixing herself cocktails. I took drugs and drunk before doing those scenes, because without getting high on drugs, I just couldn’t do it. These animals in me, their slaver, their hairs, their bad breathe, the scratches from their claws, while obeying their masters who would order them to go slow or use violence with me under them, forced to obey. I cried, I screamed, I prayed for the good lord to take me away. What was I doing? My poor mother would die if she knew. To prevent her from asking too many questions, I sent her money along with carefully staged photographs Bryan and I made.

The worst moment came was when I was made to perform oral sex on these animals. Sex with the animals were unprotected and the man told me that I was not at risk since God had made sure that animals could not impregnate humans. For years I did only that. Litres of animal sperm in my stomach. My body is so filthy that not a single child could possibly be conceived in it. One day, to spice up the scenes, the producer’s wife went and fetched puppies to suck my breasts. It was very painful because they sucked violently as there was no milk. The professionals sell these films across the world while others watch them during parties.

I have to confess that I made a lot of money. I had a house built back home and my family lives well. I pay the school fees for the young ones and I am respected and adored. My family is very proud of me because they know nothing about what I do. Out of greed, I worked more to get more money, which also meant more drugs and alcohol. Sometimes Bryan rented me out to a friend of his in the south of France, because in summer, the arrival of a number of yachts and celebrities at the côte d’azur means a big market for prostitutes and drug dealers. There are all night long orgies and they pay a lot. It is a change from the usual work and brings in a lot of money.

I think that is where I was infected with aids… and because I did not have regular medical check ups the disease was discovered too late. I was abandoned on the beaches of Saint Tropez. Bryan disappeared and changed his address. A prostitute from Poland came to my aid but since she was not able to cater for my drug needs as well as all she was doing for me, she introduced me to an African girl who was also involved in the same line of work, who introduced me to an association that takes care of African women with aids…

My disease is in its terminal stage. I won’t live past thirty. My body is covered with leeches, I am a drug addict, anorexic, alcoholic… I still work as a prostitute, but I am careful not to put my clients, who know nothing about my situation, at risk. I do it to help me buy drugs and alcohol. I take those things to speed things up, you know, my death. The images torture me and it is like a poison killing me in small doses. It is the worst kind of death. I regret so much for coming to Europe. Back home, I would be healthy, married and by now a mother…”

Wealthy people in London and Europe, yachts and celebrities, degrading their human sex slaves for fun and profit. Ah, do you see the need for covering up? From the highest echelons of society to the lowest, connections of ritual abuse, inhuman exploitation.

And what of all those people in between? Well, this is where the organized part of organized crime really comes in handy. Here are just a few scattered excerpts from a long piece that you should read, all the way through, if you want to understand the situation. When I say organized crime, I mean from the top of society to the bottom, and everywhere in between. I’m not talking white collar crime. I’m talking human sacrifice, and this is international:

“A U.S. Navy psychologist, who claims that the Office of Naval Intelligence had taken convicted murderers from military prisons, used behavior modification techniques on them, and then relocated them in American embassies throughout the world … The Navy psychologist was Lt. Commander Thomas Narut of the U.S. Regional Medical Center in Naples, Italy. The information was divulged at an Oslo NATO conference of 120 psychologists from the eleven nation alliance … The Navy provided all the funding necessary, according To Narut.

“Dr. Narut, in a question and answer session with reporters from many nations, revealed how the Navy was secretly programming large numbers of assassins. He said that the men he had worked with for the Navy were being prepared for commando-type operations, as well as covert operations in U.S. embassies worldwide. He described the men who went through his program as ‘hit men and assassins’ who could kill on command.

“Careful screening of the subjects was accomplished by Navy psychologists through the military records … and many were convicted murderers serving military prison sentences.”

…This operation involved killers drawn from military prisons, though there is no reason not to suspect that parallel programs were being conducted in civilian prisons as well. Prisons have, after all, provided fertile ground for any number of MK-ULTRA sub projects for decades. As the Napa Valley Sentinel article noted: “Mind control experiments … permeate mental institutions and prisons.” This was particularly true in the 1960’s and 1970’s. The NATO conference at which Dr. Narut dropped his bombshell was held in July of 1975. Strangely enough, the very next month Henry would be released to begin his eight year reign of terror.

…For anyone who doubts that the CIA (or any other of the numerous interwoven intelligence agencies) would recruit such a man, it is important to remember that we are talking about the same agencies that recruited some of the most bloodthirsty butchers of the Third Reich - men such as Klaus Barbie, Joseph Mengele, Adolf Eichmann, Otto Skorzeny, and Reinhard Gehlen.

Henry’s depravity pales in the shadows of men such as these. Henry probably couldn’t even hold his own against some of the organized crime figures - such as Lucky Luciano, Meyer Lansky and Santos Trafficante who were likewise recruited by the CIA. Or against the numerous thugs that the spooks have propped up as dictators around the world, men such as Somoza, Pinochet, Duvalier and Pahlavi, to name just a few.

In the company of men such as these, Henry would be just one of the boys. No less valuable an asset than, say, Dan Mitrione, the CIA torture aficionado who was a boyhood friend of Jim Jones. This man, known for having homeless persons kidnapped for the purpose of giving torture demonstrations to South American security forces in his soundproof underground chamber of horrors, was hailed as a hero and martyr when he himself was tortured and killed. Hell, Frank Sinatra and Jerry Lewis flew into his home town and performed a benefit show to raise money for the widow of this great American. So in the world of spooks, Henry would be in good company. As would his partner, Ottis Toole, who wouldn’t even have the distinction of being the only cannibal recruited by the CIA.

…Even if Henry was literate, he would not have known the story that Maury Terry was to later tell in his book, The Ultimate Evil. Told therein is a tale that chillingly parallels that of Henry and Ottis. What Terry revealed was that the murders attributed to the Son of Sam, the Manson Family, and numerous other interconnected killings (including possibly the Zodiac murders) were not what they appeared to be.

While these killings appeared to be the random work of serial/mass murderers, they actually were contract hits carried out for specific purposes by an interlocking network of Satanic cults (this book has, by the way, recently been reprinted by Barnes & Noble - go figure - and is highly recommended to anyone who questions the plausibility of Henry’s story.) In other words, these were professional hits orchestrated and disguised to look like the work of yet another ‘lone nut’ serial killer. Which is, of course, exactly what Henry claimed his crimes to be, several years before investigative journalist Terry published his convincingly documented work.

So according to this expose, we’ve got the CIA and other intelligence agencies doing mind-control experiments and using hardened criminals as killing machines, feeding human beings into an organized, interlocking network of Satanic cults, with priests conducting rituals in some cases. And in order for this to work, the public must believe a certain narrative about serial killers. And in order for that narrative to hold together, various key people along the way — priests, judges, social workers, law enforcement, media, etc. — must cooperate. And, apparently, they do.

Most Americans are familiar with what is considered the classic serial killer ‘profile.’ This was a notion first put forth by the venerable FBI, which coined the term ’serial killer’ and pioneered the concept of ‘profiling,’ in an alleged attempt to understand the phenomenon of mass murder. In truth, as we shall see, the concept of the serial killer profile was put forth largely to disinform the public.

…In other ways as well, Henry Lee - the consummate serial killer - did not even come close to matching the profile of what he was supposed to be. Strangely though, perhaps the most remarkable aspect of the Henry Lee Lucas story is that it is not actually remarkable at all. In reviewing the case histories of some two dozen other alleged serial killers, it becomes readily apparent that few - if any - fit the supposed profile.

OK, I think you have enough here to do some independent research if you are so inclined. It’s difficult reading but from this vantage point you can begin to see how it all ties together. And then when you come across a story like this, to give but one example, you can speculate about “the rest of the story” — from a more fully informed perspective of the possibilities — what the janitor may have found or seen or heard that might cause him to murder the priest, why the 911 call might have been mishandled, etc. Look at all the confusion over possible motive here: employment, a relationship between the men, illness. It’s very confusing, very mysterious. And by the way, this happened in a very nice neighborhood. Do we know what really happened? No we do not. And will we find out what really happened? I really kinda doubt it.

http://www.nj.com/news/index.ssf/2009/10/police_investigate_911_call_ma.html

A priest’s last call for help and the possibility a 911 dispatcher may have been waved off by the killer himself were a focus of law enforcement efforts today in the brutal rectory slaying here. …The operator’s first attempt went straight to voicemail. The second call was answered by Feliciano, who said there was no emergency, Bianchi said in a statement. He also said no police services were sent. …The investigation into the handling of the cell phone call was just one of many lines of inquiry today into Hinds’ death. The Morris County prosecutor confirmed the priest and janitor may have been arguing over Feliciano’s employment at the church, though he cautioned there were still other possible motives to consider. Two law enforcement sources have said authorities are pursuing reports of a possible relationship between the two men….Kenneth Mullaney, a lawyer who represents the Paterson Diocese, said Hinds had an “impeccable reputation.” He said school officials were under the impression that Hinds was going to tell Feliciano he was going to be laid off because of the parish’s financial problems. He added church officials have no idea whether the conversation took place. …Charlie Spencer, a longtime parishioner at St. Patrick’s Church, said Feliciano has been sick in recent months. Although Spencer wasn’t sure of his illness, he said Feliciano has been “in and out of the hospital.” “I feel that when this happened, something snapped in his mind,” Spencer said at the church….”All the neighbors were trying to figure out what he’d done. He wasn’t a terrorist. He didn’t do drugs,” O’Brien said. “He was just a normal family man trying to make a living.”

As well, stories like this might ding a few new bells:

http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/10/24/teen.jane.doe/index.html

Authorities have identified a teenager believed to be suffering from amnesia who was found on the streets of New York two weeks ago. Police say a CNN viewer in Maryland identified the young woman, who mysteriously turned up in Manhattan two weeks ago, claiming to have no memory of her family, her home or even her own name….The girl was found in Midtown Manhattan around 12:30 a.m. October 9 outside the Covenant House youth shelter, although the organization said that she was not a resident at the time and did not appear as if she intended to seek refuge at the facility….According to its Web site, “Covenant House New York is the nation’s largest adolescent care agency serving homeless, runaway and at-risk youth.” Nearly 7,000 youths reportedly seek shelter there per year.

The mask has been dropping in 2008. I think that will continue, and I think as that process unfolds we’re going to see the connections between these various pieces. We’re going to see inside the machine, how it works, how it feeds on human beings, and who operates the knobs and dials and switches. And I predict that some people will be shocked, shocked to learn the truth. Because, you know, it’s horrible. It really is.

Additional research:

The Pedophocracy by Dave McGowan

Interview with Dave McGowan, author of There’s Something About Henry (linked above) as well as Programmed to Kill and The Pedophocracy.

Links to six chapters of Programmed to Kill at Penny for your thoughts - scroll down right hand side.

S.M.A.R.T. Ritual Abuse

The Story of the CIA’s “Finders” Abduction Operation

aangirfan: Baby Peter and a top child abuse network