a Colorado corporation registered in New Mexico

Land for sale in Angel Fire, San Juan river area, Gallup and Grants, New Mexico and oil paintings by the artist.

Our company was incorporated on 23 August 1988 in Colorado by the incorporators, twin brothers Philipp and Scott Merillat and is registered as a foreign corporation in New Mexico where its primary business activity is continuing since the early 1900s when the family homesteaded in the northeastern part of the territory before statehood.  As of today, for mainly political reasons of child molesters, drug pushers, a culture of atheism and trust in pseudo medicine, pseudo sciences and the governmental entities of local, state and federal authorities which support them, my twin brother remains detained in Las Vegas, New Mexico without ever having been charged with a crime, and the state sponsored criminals who persecuted my family remain largely unpunished and free to continue the abuse that has continued now for over 60 years.  This abuse included electro shocking our grandmother while she was apparently being cared for by nuns in Duluth, Minnesota, numerous assaults, extortion, molestation, and drug pushing by doctors trying to enrich themselves off the vulnerable.  If you would like to read another history of how or why the abuse has continued after WWII, a good book on the subject is: Psychiatry, the Men Behind Hitler.

I have named the abusers with the crimes they committed and the approximate dates of the abuse in case you know of these persons you can act accordingly.  Contact me or law enforcement if you have any information which might lead to their arrest or put an end to their activity which, although supported by government funds in some cases, is immoral.  You may remain anonymous if you wish to contact me with your information.  It could be to your advantage to avoid the persons named considering the crimes they might commit against you and that the government usually pays them for what they are doing.  Most of them are repeat offenders and none have gone to jail for their activities to my knowledge, although their crimes include assault, battery, incest, money laundering, conspiracy, extortion, bank fraud, racketeering, medical fraud, drug pushing, harassment, sexual abuse, child molestation, adultery, slander, libel, defamation of character, and fornication.

Let's start with the unknown doctor, that is, I do not recall his name. My mother, who is not here with us, does know his name, or did know his name at one time and that was before 1958.  That doctor, my mother says, accused her of being "schizophregenic" (the word she may be referring to is schizophrenogenic, and my mother did not fit that definition of someone supposedly the cause of the so called schizophrenia illness appended to others by pederasts and other sexual deviates; the dictionary definition includes overprotective, domineering, rigidly moral and other characteristics which would be suitably used by pederasts to invalidate mothers, especially Christians, whose children the pederast has targeted for exploiting) and was told she would not have more children than my elder sister.  This claim that my mother would not bear more children was false, and the accusation of being schizophregenic or schizophrenogenic, whichever, was a made up diagnosis, like most psychiatric diagnoses, they are created in the minds of pretenders to being practitioners of medicine.  Like follow up accusations, the meaning of the term is never explained to the accused because the first intent of the psychiatrist is to confuse and disarm the accused of any possible defense.  So when I mentioned I had been abused, my mother didn't believe it, or said so at least that she didn't believe, though it must have been difficult or impossible for her not to have known of the abuse since it was quite obvious, but then she'd already been dealt with by doctors so that their intentions of exploiting children would be without legal consequences for them.  Psychiatrists would say today that Mary the Mother of God is a schizophrenogenic mother, of course, and it would in fact fit the dictionary definition of a mental illness according to the dictionary, whether you believe the accusation or not.  And then they would molest Jesus Christ and say he is schizophrenic, and of course, their definition of that would fit the behavioral health pattern of Jesus as they would say, telling the world that they are protecting society or making some other high idealistic claim.  This is the whole ambition of psychiatry, to invalidate and abuse others and do so with the protection of law, which they call the mental health code.  Don't believe me yet?  Read on, and if you are still unconvinced, read Psychiatry: The Men Behind Hitler and maybe that book will convince you of what I have written.

Next unknown doctor, or hospital employee if not a doctor, that is, I do know the person's name, but know where he or she worked.  On or around 12 May 1958 which is the date of birth of my twin brother and I according to our birth records.  Said employee of Mountainside Hospital in the state of New Jersey created a birth record which purports that either my sister was not born, or one of the children was born dead, or that either of us twins were not born as twins, or some other incorrect account.  It is intentionally unclear.  You just cannot make heads or tails of the record to know who was born, who was born dead, who was not born, who was born and is alive or dead, or whether one or two persons or even perhaps three children it refers to.  It is meant to be confusing or misleading by the form itself.  Read the birth record yourself.  It should be public record.  It's quite unclear from the birth record that my mother gave birth to twins and that we twins have an older sister who are all three of us alive at the time.  There's a reason they wanted it this way, unclear.  It is not unclear by accident.  There's a reason for it.  A medical doctor once predicted that my mother would never have more children born after my sister.  Another doctor predicted that my mother would not have twins.  After my brother and I were born, the facility created a birth record that could, depending on how one interpreted it, substantiate the doctor's prediction, the second doctor's prediction, or the facts which refute the previous doctors' predictions.

Unknown psychiatrist, that is, although I had face to face contact with the man, I do not know his name and may have never been told his name.  The location was Des Moines, Iowa.  In the year 1968 or thereabouts presumed to practice psychiatry on children.  This could be the year the children of the family were being targeted rather than my mother, but if you have ever known any psychiatrist, you know that they target the wealthy first, the poor last, and the vulnerable, for obvious reasons, they're liars and lechers and looking to bankroll themselves with phony diagnoses appended to you for life.  And for whatever reason, my mother went along with it, the psychiatric intervention and phony treatment scams, rather than dealing with the sexual abuse of Dr. Hull and Mr. Jeffrey Hull, perhaps to be free of whatever harassment they might have caused her previously.  Whether I was sent to see the psychiatrist before or after the sexual abuse of the Hulls, I do not now recall for certain.

Dr. Gene Hull and Jeffrey Hull of West Des Moines, Iowa in the year 1969 or thereabouts are our next offenders in this long list of bad doctors and child molesters.  Mr. Jeffrey Hull molested me sexually and used his father's pornography of which he brought forth unexpectedly as I had never seen such before, to accomplish the abuse at his home in the basement of that residence handling my genitals.  My mother did not believe me when I told her about the abuse, but then, she was friends of Ruth and Gene, Jeffrey's parents.  Mr. Jeffrey Hull suggested an act of oral sex but I thought he was just being stupid.  Of course, he was being stupid, he did not get whatever it was he was suggesting, but he may have done so with other boys; don't know for certain what else or other boys he abused, if any.  When I visited him in 1979 or thereabouts at Iowa State College in Ames, Iowa I found him to have become a drug addict.  He had a device which he called a bong; never had seen such a thing before.  I do know that when he was quite young at age eleven or so he was considering becoming a drug addict.  Because he had told me so.  He was at ten years old somewhat like an 80 year old pervert.  He knew and experienced things that I didn't believe existed until I was in my thirties or older and some nasty people told me about it, including the Clintons of White House fame, who were referring to oral sex, and I was wondering at that time, what is this they're talking about?  How could anything with one's own mouth be called sex?  Are they talking about folks who make dirty phone calls as Jeffrey Hull did?  And why do they keep talking about it, as if it's really something the public needs to hear about?  Dirty language was the closest thing I knew to be something called oral sex, and I knew a few people with dirty mouths, but I never considered that was their idea of sex.  Such is the world of perverts.  A world apart from me, until the nasty people had to refer to it over and over until I began to wonder, why is this thing they call oral sex something I need to hear about from Christians?  I thought Sodom was merely a place from history of dead damned people.  Never thought it to be a place in America or a place others would someday want to imitate.

There were some incidents of abuse, what were assaults, while we were living in Iowa that I have removed from the summary here after receiving an apology from a neighbor who was not responsible for the abuse but knew the persons involved and asked that I remove it.  The purpose of posting these histories of abuse is meant to discourage anyone from repeating that aggression and to learn from it by not doing it again.

In the late 1960s Dr. Ross Snyder, Jr. of the Child Guidance Center in Albuquerque, New Mexico abused my brother by coming into our home at 11501 Golden Gate Avenue Northeast in the Northeast Heights of Albuquerque and into Scott's bedroom and sitting on top of him so he would have difficulty breathing.  I don't know that he was attempting to suffocate my brother but I did see him do it.  Dr. Ross Snyder was being paid to put my brother on a drug which is called Mellaril and had no diagnosis whatsoever for doing this and the drug was doing my brother harm while enriching Dr. Snyder and the so called "Child Guidance Center".  Dr. Lester Leibo was participating in the meetings in which the abuse had started with Dr. Snyder.  They both abused children.  Dr. Snyder moved to Bernalillo County Mental Health Center after the facility known as the Child Guidance Center closed and he continued his abuse for many, many years and still had potty mouth when I last saw his face and heard his talking, still potty mouthed after 30 of 40 years of potty mouth.  I understand potty mouth was being considered for being added to the DSM-III manual of psychiatric illnesses.  So maybe the condition is now considered a disease by the psychiatrist who must have developed a famous case of it.

I was abused in the late 1960s or early 1970s and the abuse was against the entire science class at Hayes Middle School in Albuquerque, New Mexico by a science teacher.  I do not now recall her name.  She presented the class with babies encased in glass containers, some of them big jars of several gallons in size.  I later, many years later, filed a complaint with the police department of Albuquerque at the police substation on Lomas Boulevard Northeast about her crime, but the policeman took the complaint after first refusing to do so only after I insisted that a written report must be taken.  Her crime, which I just wrote of and which you have now read of, the science teacher, was never prosecuted to my knowledge nor apparently was there any action taken against her by the school authorities, not then, and not since then to my knowledge.  She also never expressed any remorse about her behavior either to the best of my knowledge.  Nor did she express any regrets about the human skeleton in the room, saying it once belonged to someone in India.  She may have even said they boiled the person to get the flesh off the bones.  She was kind of flippant about that, almost making it a kind of joke for her.  You might be wondering why I took so long to file a report with the police department.  However, you should understand that I was about 13 years of age at the time, and there was nothing to indicate to me that students had any rights whatsoever against adults at that age.  And, besides that, I had no idea that doctors were killing babies in those days or even years later.  And I have no information to give you to know how those babies ended up being put in those jars.

In the early 1970s my brother and I were subjected to abuse for years as my father Mr. George Ralph Merilatt had brought pornography into the home at 11501 Golden Gate Avenue Northeast in Albuquerque, New Mexico which he had apparently obtained from Mr. Rasmussen for whom he worked at a magazine distribution business known as Keystone Readers Service which was headquartered in Pennsylvania to my knowledge and Mr. Pete Phillips was one of the executives with the company in Pennsylvania.  My father's brother Mr. John Merilatt was apparently an avid pornography user in Pampa, Texas because I located his pornography and removed part of it from his bed stand cabinet in Pampa, Texas where I later, on returning with the family to New Mexico, hid it at the home at 809 Wagontrain Avenue Southeast in the Four Hills subdivision of Albuquerque.  My interest in pornography had developed as a result of my first exposure to it in the home of Dr. Gene and Ruth Hull where Mr. Jeffrey Hull had sexually molested me at age eleven or so.  I believe Mr. John Merilatt was also a member of the Masons.  He apparently died following a bad surgical result in Pampa, Texas and I attended his funeral with our family.

The next account of inappropriate sexual behavior among adults again involves a medical doctor.  Dr. William Hampton Milburn, M.D., took a photo of me naked at his medical office on Montgomery Boulevard Northeast in Albuquerque, New Mexico which was located just to the north of Eldorado High School in 1973 or thereabouts.  That would mean my brother Scott and I were about 13 or 14 years old at the time of the first abuse from this doctor.  We, us twins, were not yet licensed to drive a vehicle, which would have been at age 16.  He, that doctor, accused me of being a prude and schizo.  He accused my brother of being schizophrenic.  Dr. Milburn repeatedly abused children according to records on file with the State of Colorado, at least dozens of accounts of abuse that were documented in court records in Colorado and which I have seen and read and have in my possession, including the use of a term for a depraved person's sexual act which I had read of for the first time, didn't know such a word existed prior to that.  The records of his depraved acts, some of them, at least, were sent to me although I did not request that they, the board of examiners, send them.  The State of New Mexico Board of Medical Examiners in later years denied that they had licensing records of his practice, but I have documentation of it and the abuse.  Even a letter from the board documenting so.  Dr. Milburn handled my genitals but apparently, from what I knew, that was a normal medical exam.  I once called him by telephone in New Mexico when he was working and living in Ft. Lyons, Colorado and requested he return the photo to me.  He made some sarcastic and flippant remark.  He did not return it and also may have claimed he didn't have it as I recall.  Dr. Milburn's license to practice medicine was revoked by the medical board in Colorado after he had been found guilty of incest involving two of his daughters according to the court records of which I was sent a copy.  He was never prosecuted for the child sexual abuse of his patients to my knowledge, and he moved to Pennsylvania after leaving Colorado to the best of my knowledge.  The states do not, or did not then, share information on known child sexual predators, and the State of New Mexico Board of Medical Examiners conspired to allow him to continue his criminal behavior, in fact, aided and abetted him in it by denying that they had licensed him and then asked him to voluntarily tender his license giving him the opportunity, as it turns out, to move to Colorado and continue his same practice of abuse of children.  The complexity of how this was done by the board and Dr. Milburn is beyond the scope of this brief summary though I have actual, personal, and firsthand knowledge of it.

Scott, my twin brother, and I, were the subject of abuse by Mr. Kevin Sullivan, a fellow Boy Scout, as was Mr. Jeffrey Hull, in the 1970s at Eldorado High School in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  Mr. Kevin Sullivan would vandalize my bicycle repeatedly and once tried to run me down on Comanche Boulevard Northeast while driving his car also in the wrong lane of traffic while I was returning home on my bicycle.  He also harassed my brother Scott.  He was never cited by law enforcement officers or punished for his illegal use of an automobile to my knowledge.  Nor did he ever express any sort of contrition or regret for his abuse.  He continued to own and drive an automobile though I have no information as to whether he ever physically injured anyone with the use of his automobile.

In the 1970s I was pushed through a window at our home at 11501 Golden Gate Avenue in Albuquerque, New Mexico by Mr. Michael Rogers, a neighbor who lived on Versailles Avenue Northeast in Albuquerque a few blocks from our home on Golden Gate Avenue.  He never admitted to the crime and instead left me to bleed to death which I would have likely done except that I had not been rendered unconscious in the act.  Mr. Michael Rogers committed attempted manslaughter at age of about 14 or 15, therefor, and my father told me not to request anything from the insurance company as a settlement for the injury and never received any either.  I went to the hospital after going to  the neighbor for help while Mr. Michael Rogers ran off to not be noticed while he would have known I was about to bleed to death.  My brother Scott may have been blamed for what Michael did since Michael would never admit to what he had done and Scott was blamed for other bad things.  His father's name is LeRoy and his mother is a nurse and neither of his parents ever said anything about what Michael had done to my knowledge, so I have no information to indicate anyone except me knew that he had attempted to kill me.  Since the attempted murder, of which he did not apologize for, he used to send my brother Scott out to the store to buy cigarettes for himself.  My brother Scott never smoked cigarettes.  So again, my brother has become tool to the oppressor, the smoker.

In the late 1970s my sister Leslie Ann Merilatt, her name at the time, was abused by Mr. Steve Grider who was a filthy and degenerate fornicator and drug user whom she had apparently met in a bar while attending college at University of New Mexico and lived with him on Solano Drive Northeast in Albuquerque.  He had an addiction to pornography and reeked of filth from refusing to bathe regularly.  My father Mr. George Merilatt expressed a desire to kill Mr. Steve Grider but, to my knowledge, never attempted to do so.  Leslie had taken up the habit or use of pot smoking at some time in the late 1960s when we, that is, our family, lived in the northeast heights neighborhood of Albuquerque in a rental home.  When Leslie and Bill Broughton (her husband) moved to an apartment on Alvarado Street, and they had married before that time, they had both taken up use of marijuana and were abusive to my brother Scott.  One of Bill's daughters tried to seduce Scott as I was a secondhand witness to his flight out of the building, but he resisted her fleeing from the apartment and the abusive behavior of both Leslie and Bill continued, never scolding the daughter for the attempted seduction to my knowledge.  The pot use was what most detrimental to the relationship with the rest of the family although Leslie and Bill had married and Bill previously divorced and because we, the family, had believed it was immoral, that is, the pot smoking practices.  Bill later attempted to abuse me with photos of my sister naked posted around their home at 2309 Eighth Street in Las Vegas, New Mexico.  They had adopted habits of nudists in Arizona when they lived in Tucson, Arizona having shown me, though not requested by me, evidence of the strange practice, and abused me on a visit to my mother there in Tucson in the early part of the new millenia.  Bill Broughton very likely caused the death of my cat putting it out into the desert where it was likely eaten by coyotes and may have threatened to come kill me when I had visited my mother on Silverbell Tree Drive in Tucson.  He continued abusing my brother and I when Leslie and Bill Broughton moved to Las Vegas, New Mexico by telling me not to have contact with the hospital administrator who did not object to my visits at the facility and being rude and abusive over the phone and posting the nude photos of my sister.  After I objected to the nude photos they, both Leslie and Bill, began going around the house naked and I reported the incident to my priest who told me to never visit them again.  They both, that is, Leslie and Bill, lied in order to get me to come to Las Vegas, New Mexico from Pagosa Springs, Colorado so as to abuse me.  Leslie once intercepted a check I sent to Scott for $70,000 and called the bank, Citizens Bank of Pagosa Springs, now known as TBK Bank, asking if they could issue another check.  When I refer to intercepting a check, it is most likely that the legal department of the State of New Mexico's detention facility of the Behavioral Health Institute as it is called handed the check over to Leslie personally.  The bank officer or teller in Pagosa Springs, Colorado also named Leslie, however called me and alerted me to the request and did not replace it with another one but rather returned the money into my account.  The bank officer at the bank in Albuquerque, Bank of the West, whose name is Leslie Quade, also named Leslie, and the two are not related.  The facility where my brother is detained regularly goes through my mail to Scott and screens it and apparently censures it if they don't approve of it.  Dr. Merit in so much admitted or said so at least, in court, so he was made aware of it or read my letter or postcard himself.  At that same hearing before Judge Abigail in Las Vegas, New Mexico at District Court the attorneys from Santa Fe, New Mexico representing Leslie lied to the judge.  My attorney and Scott's in court that day, Mr. Stephen Torres, knew they had lied to the judge as did everyone else present but did not tell the judge so, nor did my sister.  In fact, Mr. Torres apologized to the judge as she made her reentry to the courtroom.  Why he did so I have no idea as it was the attorneys for my sister and the facility who had lied to the judge, not our attorney Mr. Torres.  Mr. Torres later promised me a letter from the judge.  Never did I get it.  Then he promised again.  Never did I get it.  Then he promised again.  Never did I get it.  Whatever that letter was and whomever got it I do not know.

In the 1970s and 1980s my brother was abused at mental hospitals in New Mexico.  The doctors who had previously abused Scott, including Dr. Ross Snyder and Dr. Milburn, continued abusing other children also.  The abuse, besides the inventing and making up of phony psychiatric diagnoses included drug pushing and sexual abuse.  And sometimes, as I had explained earlier, the abuse included assault and battery by the doctors or the staff who did their bidding.  In none of these abuse cases did any of the doctors involved ever suggest getting rid of the pornography or television or drugs or alcohol or tobacco.  Of course, why would they?  They had no moral compass to even indicate that immoral habits need to be changed or done away with.  If they did have any moral guidance to offer on issues which could have been the cause of problems they call illness, they never said so.

My brother Scott was abused by Dr. Michael Muldawer in the 1970s who was a drug pusher.  His office was on Juan Tabo Boulevard Northeast just a block or so south of Candelaria Boulevard in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

In 1982 or thereabouts I was beaten in the head by Mr. Jesse Sena in Lamar, Colorado.  I went to the hospital with head injuries.  Mr. Bob Bomar, Mrs. Helen Bomar, and their grandson Mr. Scott Bomar, local friends of mine in Lamar, were witness to the abuse I had suffered, but not present when and where it happened on Washington Street in Lamar, in the vicinity of the bus factory where I worked as chief accountant. The physical injury and bruising around my left ear was very obvious where Jesse had slammed his fist against my head when I refused to give him a $20 bill out of my pocket.  My car was also vandalized in Lamar with its windows smashed and tires slashed.  Mr. Jesse Sena was on some kind of drugs in my opinion, and the drugs were probably being provided by a local doctor or psychologist or psychiatrist.  The local judge and police were in on a plan to abuse me with what else they did, which included making up a phony court date and arresting me on my way to work at the NEOPLAN bus factory on Gottlob Auwaerter Drive in Lamar, Colorado.  Mrs. Annemarie Chenoweth, then chief legal counsel to NEOPLAN and with the company management which included Mr. Bob Lee who was present at the factory, and Mr. Heinz Schoellhammer, who was away in Tiverton, Devon, England at the time, told me to go to hell when I refused to make an accounting entry she wanted made by me, a bizarre request, if not stupid.  She was later promoted to President of NEOPLAN USA and the bank fraud with Colorado National Bank in Denver, Colorado apparently continued since the bank refused to respond to my letter and the company went bankrupt as a result of fraud in management.  Colorado National Bank later merged or was acquired by US Bank.  And NEOPLAN was later acquired by MAN AG of Germany.  I wrote to Mr. Rudof Rupprecht of MAN AG but have never received the stock I had been promised in NEOPLAN.

In 1983 or thereabouts I was assaulted by Mrs. Dorothy Ellicott of Eads, Colorado at the NEOPLAN USA Corporation factory in Lamar, Colorado on Gottlob Auwaerter Drive.  She was plant controller, really more of a bookkeeper more than anything professionally speaking, at the time of her outrage and assault on me.  Mr. Clarence Guiliani, head of sales or after sales, and others witnessed the assault which took place at the guard shack, and her assault was apparently approved by management including Annemarie Chenoweth and Bob Lee, President, as they did nothing against her, though I also witnessed Heinz Schoellhammer, then President of Neoplan, assault Dorothy by grabbing her and shaking her on one occasion at least, in the accounting office across from the President's offices.  Heinz Schoellhammer had a violent temper and was angry when I smiled on one occasion.  He was unavailable in Britain at the time of the bank fraud ongoing and accounting inconsistencies being drawn up by Annemarie Chenoweth, Esq.  Arthur Andersen Company, certified public accountants, of Chicago had their contribution to the fraud to make as well.   I have personal and firsthand knowledge of it.  I ratted on Neoplan management to the FBI in Albuquerque, New Mexico and they seemed to have only shrugged it off after watching the documentary I'd prepared on it in German and English.  And it involved hundreds of millions of dollars of taxpayers monies and they shrugged it off as nothing apparently, offered no cause of action on their part for the matter.  I was told by my parents not to talk about it, the fraud, and that if I did, or talked of the abuse of the drug pushers, I'd "get picked up" meaning Mr. Daniel Pedrick, special commissioner is his title, with the District Attorney's Office in Albuquerque would send out a pickup order to have the law enforcement people come bring me in for drug injections to deal with me.  Sometimes they'd arrive early in the morning before I was out of bed.  They, the local police, and then later the sheriff's department deputies, were always in on the scam, and pasted bumper stickers on their vehicles which read "DARE to keep kids off drugs" while they, the police and sheriff's department, were actively pushing drugs on likely hundreds of so called "patients".  The reason the police were in on the scam was because their jobs depended on it I would suppose, same as the workers at the facility where my brother is being detained without any charge of law violation against him.  The reason the workers at the facility object to my brother leaving the facility and being well and off the drugs, is for the reason that they fear they will lose their jobs if my brother leaves.  That was, at the least, the stated opinion of Mr. Jack Kirkpatrick, our attorney, that is, before he was killed in a car accident, or before he was murdered in an "accident", whichever the case may be.  The official cause of death if you rely on a newspaper report was probably a traffic accident.  I don't know whether his death was ever investigated to determine if or how his death occurred.  But there were, and are, people who wanted to get rid of him.  A couple of parishioners gave me smug looks when I showed up at mass there.

In 1983 or thereabouts I was assaulted by Mrs. Candace ("Kandi"?) Reeder or Miss Lori Seiberg who put what they said was Everclear in my soda or juice or water at work.  That was at the factory I worked at in the accounting office.  The reason they did this is unclear to me.   Except they thought it was a kind of joke.  They were probably being nasty for the same reason Dorothy was nasty to me.  I would not go out with them drinking after work.

In 1983 or thereabouts I was verbally assaulted by Mrs. Carmen Alonzo at work at Neoplan in Lamar.  She made a personal threat to my well being and it was witnessed by others in the accounting staff there present. They, Carmen, Lori, Valerie, Dorothy, Kandace, and Tina would go out after work apparently to wherever it was they would go drinking.  I would never go with them.  They couldn't have dragged me dead into a bar with them.

In 1984 or thereabouts I was abused by Dr. G. Michael Dempsey with a dangerous drug Halcion, which caused strange side effects including wobbly legs and distorted vision which he knew of, but was blamed on a supposed mental illness dreamed up by him or Dr. Heidi Buss of Lamar, Colorado.  Dr. Dempsey was abusing my brother and I was living in Lamar at the time.  Dr. Jay R. Feierman and Dempsey were abusing my brother at Vista Sandia Hospital in Albuquerque.  They were both, Feierman and Dempsey, abusing many people.  Another person I know for certain was being abused was the son of Mr. Phil Donahue who was once married to Marge Cooney who worked at Church of the Risen Savior Catholic Church in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  Some years or time after the closure of Vista Sandia Hospital, Dr. Feierman went to work at Kaseman Presbyterian Hospital and Mesa Mental Health with offices nearby.  How would I know that the son of Phil Donahue was abused at Vista Sandia Hospital?  Because most likely everyone who ever was detained at that hospital as an involuntary commitment "patient" rather prisoner would be the better word for it was abused.  And his son was detained there, maybe his name is Michael, not sure.  And the staff at that hospital once pulled my pants down.  That was just one example of abuse.  I know of more.

In 1984 or thereabouts Dr. Carol Clericuzio at Bernalillo County Mental Health Center conspired to abuse my brother and I while I was living and working in Lamar, Colorado.  I have papers with proof of a conspiracy in documents I have in safe keeping.  She invented a story around testosterone as a ruge to get an excuse to abuse me in New Mexico under the false pretenses that my brother would be released.  The scheme of theirs worked to get me to make a trip to New Mexico for the (later I realized made up) story of a "study".  Mrs. Annemarie Chenoweth, incidentally, not always a bad attorney but apparently not a good accountant, advised me not to participate in whatever "study" they had planned for me, saying that they already have studies from those that Adolf Hitler did during WWII and the fascist era.  At the time the request was made, I did not know of the history between fascism and psychiatry.  Nor of the reason for using twins in these studies.  Oh, yes, I am quite aware that the Democratic Party represents the modern day fascists in America, and we Catholics have nicknamed them the "party of death".  I'm not ignorant of that mark of distinction of their party, though the Catholic Church would rather deny this obvious reality among some of its higher echelon leaders it seems.

In 1985 or thereabouts my brother and I were abused by Dr. Jay R. Feierman at Vista Sandia Hospital, then again numerous times at Kaseman Presbyterian Hospital by him.  I witnessed a man detained there strapped into a chair with pills being stuffed into his mouth being perhaps murdered there on one detainment.  I say perhaps because I do not know for certain what it was they had done to him.  I also know of a daughter of Mrs. Jill Walton, her name is Amy Walton, who says a black man of the staff there sexually molested her.  I have knowledge of a black man who worked at that facility and once asked me "What is your baseline?" but I have no reason to believe that any of those workers, including the black man, would have, or did, sexually molest anyone.  That daughter, Mrs. Amy Walton, has a black daughter, her name is Sophia del Rey Walton, and the father of that child is black, though I have never met him to my knowledge.  Also, the child, Sophia Walton, was being abused by the grandmother, with a psychiatric doctor who was or now is pushing Ritalin, apparently first at the grade school's request according to what Jill Walton herself told me.  I also told Sophia Walton some years ago that what is being done to her is abuse, and she knows it's abuse, and yet the government approves it through its various stooges.  I knew it was potential abuse when I was 10 years old.  And Sophia knew it was abuse also.  She'd not be stupid enough to think it was anything but abuse.  And that it continues with the government starting it is scandal.  Sophia has reportedly been located in the east mountains of Albuquerque to live with Shelly, Jill's other daughter.  I also told Jill Walton never to allow Amy to go see psychiatrists again or take psychiatric drugs when I visited Albuquerque and visited Amy who was comatose in the hospital as a result of drugs apparently.  What did Mrs. Walton do when I told the nurse present never to give Amy any drugs and told Mrs. Walton never to let Amy get any drugs?  She protested!  Not the nurse.  The nurse did not protest my advice or request.  Mrs. Jill L. Walton protested, right there, with her daughter in another room comatose from drugs according to Jill's own testimony to me.  That was at the psychiatric ward of Presbyterian Hospital on Central Avenue Southeast in Albuquerque just east of the interstate.  6th floor as I recall.  I was on one of my travelling expeditions in my motor home at the time.

In 1985 or thereabouts I was abused by Dr. Dempsey at his office on Martin Luther King Boulevard in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  He threatened me and made sexual talk of an outlandish claim.  He is a predator and is or was a so called elder at Presbyterian Church in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  He said, and you can judge whether this is outlandish or not for yourselves, that babies are born with erections.  Whether all or some he was referring to, I don't recall, and I also have no idea why he made such a claim.  But I preferred not to be in his office or near him.  Not that I ever wanted to talk with such a gross man either.  It was all court ordered.  Court ordered abuse.

In 1985 or thereabouts my brother Scott and I were abused by numerous psychiatrists, including Dr. Jay R. Feierman who practiced extortion and electroshocked my brother, or at the least, said he had intentions to do so and it was said to have been done, though I was never personally present if such was the case.  Dr. Feierman lives or did then reside in Corrales, New Mexico, a suburb of Albuquerque, on the apparent wealth of the victims he has abused over the decades.  His abuse seems to know no bounds although he accepted a Bible I gave him.  I have hopes that he repents and saves his soul from damnation.  He has never acknowledged that his drug pushing behavior is sinful to my knowledge.  He was Jewish, whether he is a practicing Christian now or not I do not know.

In 1986 or thereabouts I was abused and my brother Scott was abused at Bernalillo County Mental Health Center in Albuquerque.  One of my abusers was Dr. Gedaly Bleyzure who pushed drugs and on a visit to his office wanted to talk sex about my sister and I refused.  Dr. Bleyzure is from Communist Russia and he has a tattoo on his wrist.  Another psychiatrist working at the same facility at the time of Dr. Bleyzure and my detainment there sat next to me and got an erection (at least it appeared his crotch was much bigger than normal) and I do not recall his name.  They are both disgusting persons.  Genteel and disgusting, both of them, and should be garbage collectors, and should not be trusted in any professional capacity with anyone, especially minors.  Dr. Bleyzure may be Jewish, or if he has any religious affiliation, it may have been the cause of the tattoo on his wrist placed there by the communist government for special purposes.  Dr. Bleyzure had indicated his willingness to attend church services with me however on his strange conversation about my sister, I have had no further contacts with him.

In the 1980s my brother was abused at the State Hospital in Las Vegas, New Mexico.  Mrs. Veronica Sena, who is a relative of Mr. Jesse Sena, and was working at the facility where my brother is detained told Mrs. Jill L. Walton in Albuquerque about why the State was abusing us.  Philipp (that's me) told Scott (that's my twin) not to take the drugs, so Jill said Veronica said, and that's one reason the facility doesn't allow visits from Philipp.  Also that Philipp said he'd try to get Scott out, that is, released from the facility.  Both statements are actual statements that I in fact did make or wrote the same in a postcard to Scott, so I have reason to believe Veronica did in fact make the statements to Jill over the phone.  Because of what Philipp said, or wrote, not because of what Philipp did, but because of what Philipp said or wrote or both to Scott, his twin, the whole reason for Scott's detainment according to Veronica Sena.  Can I believe that?  Yes, surely, based on the whole history of the abuse before this.  That detainment facility is now known as New Mexico Behavioral Health Institute.  Sounds pompous?  Maybe, but it's not about behavior, if you don't include the people who work there and whose mouths are vile, and it's not about health, as they obviously don't want anyone being detained there to be drug free and healthy, and it's not about an institute of higher education, except that these people who are the lecherous workers expect to have that facility there for a very long time for their lazy occupation of prison keepers.  It's the workers at the facility who are unfit and lazy, and by that I mean that they've shown themselves to be unfit and lazy socialists, because they continue to live off the conditions they themselves cause in their so called patients, and they cause it with drugs, and they call this drugged state they are causing "mental illness".  It is in fact the workers who are the problem.  They're lazy.

In the 1980s my mother admitted that she had allowed my grandmother Lillian Marvin to be electroshocked while she, my grandmother, was a resident at St. Anne's in Duluth, Minnesota.  How or where exactly this abuse of an elderly lady was done while under the care of catholic sisters at a care facility for the elderly is not known to me.  One reason given by my mother for the electoshocking so-called "treatment" was that my grandmother had matted hair.  This was on account, the matted hair, however, that she wore wigs.  Not a symptom of depression in my opinion.  But then, no one really cared about my opinion and didn't ask me for it either.  If my grandmother continued wearing wigs after being electroshocked, then she would still have matted hair.  If this sounds stupid, it is because it is stupid.  But then consider the reason Dr. Carol Clericuzio suggested I should be getting testosterone injections, or however she intended it would be that I would get the testosterone.  She wrote in a letter I have in my possession that I had small beard growth.  What you have when you shave is no beard, but growth of beard is unaffected.  Again, sounds stupid, doesn't it?  The point I am making here is that if a doctor has intentions for abusing anyone, they don't necessarily offer good reasons for the intended abuse.  Why?  Because there ARE no good reasons for abusing others.  All doctors of this ilk, psychiatrists, care about, is making money by abusing others.  They don't want your family well.  If they wanted that much, they would get real jobs in real medicine.  They're pretenders to medicine.  They're fakers.  They have no ability whatsoever to cure anyone of anything.  Except naivete.  And that is not one of their DSM classes of disease.  Not yet.  Potty mouth, maybe.

In the 1980s I was struck in the face multiple times by Mr. William Broughton, my sister's spouse who happens to be his second wife.  This was done during a brief visit to their home in Cedar Crest, New Mexico.  Right immediately after the abuse, my father Mr. George Ralph Merilatt told me not to report it to the law enforcement, and I did not, as the church influence had taught me not to.  And many years later Mr. William Broughton continued his abuse, he did so by ridiculing my catholic faith, and offering me what he said was a photo of my sister nude.  So what happens when you do what the Church says to do, not talk about abuse or report it, not, as they are prone to saying, give scandal?  It emboldens the abusers, and the Church knows it.  So why the emphasis on silence?  Because the Church has always emphasized doing less rather than more.  When mentioning to some Catholics in Las Vegas, New Mexico the abuse my sister and husband had just recently done to me, they told me I should not mention it to anyone.  Why?  Because that is what Catholics are told to do, not talk about it.  Because it is what they call "giving scandal".   I once called and left messages on the church message machine at St. Vincent de Paul Catholic Church in Silver City, New Mexico about the abuse ongoing against my brother and I and the priest, Father Oliver Obele, called me into his office for a meeting and scolded me for leaving the messages.  He said it was the government, of course.  Which is what the Church always says.  It's the government.  And when you complain to the government, what do they say?  They say it's the Church or your family.  We've heard this kind of back and forth blaming for centuries, if not longer.  Neither the Church nor the government is willing to take responsibility for the drug pushing behavior, and neither apparently wants it to end, as it keeps both sides in power.  And the abuse and the money flow to continue.

I was abused at Vista Sandia Hospital in the 1980s where staff of the facility pulled down my pants.  The abuse at Vista Sandia Hospital was conducted by staff and doctors against my brother and I and that facility has since closed.  Both Feierman and Dempsey worked at or had patients detained there.  There were many incidents of abuse there and the abuse was part of the "treatment" so that mental illness appeared to be sustained by, or caused by, the treatments themselves.  If you resisted the abuse, which Scott and I did, you were labelled paranoid.   And we're both still considered paranoid because neither Scott nor I like pederasts nor psychiatrists nor homosexuals.  In fact, if the truth were told, both Scott and I detest psychiatrists, pederasts, homosexuals, lesbians, gays, queers, pornographers, adulterers and fornicators.  They're dirty minded, and that's enough reason for anyone to detest them.  They're detestable to be around because they have insufficient moral boundaries.

In the early 1980s I was abused by Albuquerque Police Department officers at 11501 Golden Gate Avenue Northeast in Albuquerque where I was arrested by two officers for reading the Bible aloud.  My father George Merilatt never liked me reading the Bible, not aloud, and not in private, where he had instead allowed pornography into the home, which was devastating to my brother Scott and I and led to the grave sin of masturbation.  A grave sin is a sin that leads a soul to eternal damnation as opposed to the venial sins which may not lead to eternal damnation.  Pornography, incidentally, if you care to know, is a grave sin.  My father never apologized for having sinned against the family, nor did Mr. Rasmussen.  Instead, my father and mother consulted psychiatrists to deal with the evil that they had in part been responsible for; sound familiar?  Both parents denied to be part of the problem, which was concupiscence and a perverted use of the faculties as a result of the sexual abuse.  Dr. Ross Snyder continued the abuse physically coming into our home and abusing my brother by physically sitting on top of him so he couldn't breath but got, as Scott said, the "wind knocked out of him".  Dr. Ross Snyder was a potty mouth who used the word s--- in every other sentence or so.  He was a vulgar and rude and gross looking man.  He should have had no contact with children, but rather, he regularly abused children and doped them, including my brother and I, and he also practiced physical abuse.  This was a doctor who has been employed doing this same abuse for decades.  This doctor was paid for by your tax dollars, for decades, and you did nothing to stop him.

In the later 1980s I was abused and my brother numerous times at mental hospitals.  One of the locations of the abuse was Charter Hospital on Zuni Boulevard Southeast in Albuquerque, New Mexico, now closed.  I do not recall the name of the doctor at that facility (apparently from India or Pakistan) which had since closed and gone out of business.  The abuse at Charter Hospital was drug pushing.  The drugs are offered in a pill, and if refused, like any of the other psychiatric centers, they get a group of workers to come and use force to inject the patient, first by restraining him or her by tying him down or pulling down his or her pants.  At Charter Hospital I did not witness, nor was I subject to, any use of brutal means of force.  Rather, I did not resist the pill offered by the doctor from India as I recall, as I had no desire to be again subject to brutal force, which I had reasonable reason to believe would be the result if I objected to the pill offered.  This, incidentally, might be a means of gaining converts to Catholicism, especially if the pill is deadly, harmful, or causes torments, which most psychiatric drugs do.  I'd much rather receive the Eucharist than a pill.  If you cannot beat them, join them, and I had been beaten many times by Catholics, and that is one reason I became Catholic, but not the primary reason.  Believe it or not, I don't want to go to hell.

I was assaulted in Albuquerque in the late 1980s or early 1990s by an Albuquerque Police Department officer who kicked down the door of my mobile home or otherwise broke into my home at 9000 Zuni Boulevard SE.  I was never charged with any crime in these numerous assaults by police and sheriff's deputies when the order was almost always given before my knowing of it to have me picked up and taken into hospitals for injections by Dr. Jay R. Feierman and others.  The accusation was often that I was not "treatment compliant".  An Albuquerque neurologist Dr. Barret admitted in testimony to me that the drugs that were being pushed were causing me head pains.  Since the drugs were most likely in my opinion going to kill me and Dr. Barrett knew that or suspected as much, he gave an honest account of what was causing the head pains.  Dr. Barrett never abused me and now the abuse was confirmed by a neurologist and he asked if the pain was like an ice pick.  Yes, I said it was, in that it was sharp and momentary, but admittedly, I have not had the "ice pick" treatment in that no one has attempted to drive an ice pick into my head.  But the effect or feeling may have been similar to an ice pick being jammed into the skull.

An injection ordered by Dr. Samir Roy at Memorial Hospital caused me to be paralyzed during an involuntary commitment to that facility in the late 1980s.  That facility is now known as Parq Central, a hotel.  So if you stay at that hotel you may stay at the room I stayed in, and you, unlike me, have the choice to leave at any time.  On one of these commitments brought against me the charge made against me (by my parents) was that I had decided to become a vegetarian.  The charge or accusation against me was, and is, completely true.  On another of these commitments brought against me the charge was that I had not been answering my phone.  That charge or accusation against me was, and is, completely true.  On another of the arrests and detainment at the Albuquerque Detention Center by charges made by my neighbor Mr. Robert Clements of Vista Alta Drive in Tijeras, New Mexico  the charge was that I had been flying a Swiss flag at my entry gate.  All the charges against me which I named here were true and correct and I admit to all of them.  But many of the charges made against me by these very same persons were also false.  I was cautioned by attorney Mr. Daniel Ivey-Soto (now Senator) not to laugh at the judge.  He could understand that laughing at a judge is an entirely appropriate response, especially to a judge, in fact, who makes a ridiculous accusation.  I told the judge that the accusations against me are (and they were) ludicrous.  And she replied that no, the charges against me "are lewd."  Whatever she meant by that I do not know.  There were no charges against me that were lewd.  They were ridiculous charges, ludicrous, absurd.  Some of them, completely true, the part about the Swiss flag, for example, completely true.

One of the persons who holds the hearings to detain persons is Mr. Daniel Pedrick.  He is employed, or was employed, by the District Attorney's office in Albuquerque.  He holds hearings in secret and does not approve of media attendance or cameras at these hearings.  One such photograph which appears in the Albuquerque Journal shows Samir Roy and his attorney and Mr. Pedrick present.  Mr. Pedrick has been part of the system to send out "pick up" orders on persons they deem ought to be suppressed, that is, the persons whom they wish to have suppressed.  My parents warned me that I was not to talk about the financial scandal at NEOPLAN or I'd "get picked up".  I once referred to Mr. Pedrick as Dan.  He doesn' t like that.  He prefers to be called Mr. Pedrick.  So if you ever were to appear before him in one of his phony courtrooms in one of his phony court cases, in one of his phony hearings with a phony attorney appointed for you to make sure it's all legal and according to code, not rule of law, rather, mental health code, which I'm certain 1 out of 10,000 of us know nothing about what that is or what it contains, be sure to refer to him appropriately.  Mr. Pedrick, don't call him Dan.  He doesn't like that.  I've never met his mother to my knowledge, so I don't wouldn't know what she calls him.

I was abused by sheriff's deputies in Cedar Crest who dragged me from a bathtub naked.  On another occasion I was abused by sheriff's deputies in Cedar Crest, New Mexico who hunted for me in the surrounding forest of pinon and juniper trees as they were out to nab me to take me in for drug injections.  On another occasion I was abused by sheriff's deputies at their facility in Tijeras, New Mexico on Zamora Road.  That facility has since closed.  On another occasion I was abused by a sheriff's deputy at the entry gate to the subdivision my family lived at.  On another occasion my insurance agent Mrs. Susan Walker was verbally abusive and her husband Mr. Johnny Walker broke into my home with Sheriff's Deputy Mrs. Ginger Young.  On another break in to my home at 2 Camino Verde, my brother's bank records were stolen.  On another occasion I was threatened by a neighbor Mr. Robert Clements who lived on Vista Alta Drive to the northeast of me and who made false accusations in court against me.  He also advised me that I should just take the drugs from my mother and lie to her that I had ingested them.  I never followed that advice either.  Bad advice, Robert.  Never lie to anyone, especially your mother.

I was assaulted by Dr. Jose Canive and his staff at the Bernalillo County Mental Health Center also known as UNM Mental Health Center.  He was a drug pusher and abused my brother also.  He moved to the United States from Cuba, and his abuse was carried out by the thugs at the hospitals which worked for him, including the Veterans Administration Hospital on Gibson Boulevard Southeast in Albuquerque near the Albuquerque International Airport.  On one of the visits to Dr. Canive's office at BCMHC I agreed to give a videotaped question and answer session about the drug Risperidone which my brother was getting and said that it worked, and I was paid $200 for doing this.  When I said "it worked" what I meant was that it didn't appear to do him any harm as I knew the other drugs had done.  You're maybe thinking right now that I'm not making any claim that the drug was doing him any good, so you may say I had been dishonest.  You should consider that I had been abused by those doctors for many years as had my brother, and I was willing to do something short of slapping a doctor in the face to get my brother his freedom and this seemed to be an opportunity.  Also, on a previous occasion I had switched places with my brother at this facility in a failed attempt to break him out of the place, BCMHC or UNMMHC, which worked also, except that our driver was stopped before the two of them, Scott Merilatt my twin brother and Mr. Scott Hanneman my friend from Colorado (who now lives in Wisconsin last I heard) at the time, could leave back to Colorado after the switch had taken place.  So yes, my failed breakout attempt "worked" in that it fooled a few people for a few minutes.  And the Risperidone drug "worked" in that it fooled a few thousand people or more out of a few tens of millions of dollars of insurance money for awhile for the drug company, Eli Lilly, whom I later sued, having collected nothing from them (except the $200 from my mother who made the request for them) while they raked in millions of profits on yet again another phony psychiatric drug made to treat a phony psychological condition which neither my brother Scott nor I had, but was, rather, a convenient diagnosis for the both of us made by a known (and practicing) pederast, Dr. William Hampton Milburn.  He was a known pederast in at least two states, maybe three, after leaving Colorado for another state.  This is not the last of the story however about my compulsory visits to the office of Dr. Jose Canive.  On one of these visits at the BCMHC or UNMMHC (they are the same complex and share some of the same territory whichever is which) I was solicited for my semen in the hallway at the office next to Dr. Canive's by some poster placed there by workers who may include a German lady and another female worker at that office; don't know their names now.  They got the semen sample, said it didn't qualify for their purposes whatever that was for so they wouldn't be paying for it.  You might be wondering why would I ever consent to such a bizarre solicitation.  You need to consider this however, and that is that after the many court ordered visits to these sex minded and sex blabbering and questioning doctors and threats of drug injections and compulsory talks with these drug pushers in which they often wanted to talk about sex and masturbation while I didn't want to talk about those kind of subjects, I was willing to do something bizarre (I had not been told or taught then it was sinful and I had been groped and my genitals handled by Dr. Hull's son Jeffrey Hull, remember), admittedly, to get them to leave me alone, to quit harassing me with the drug injections.  I remember at the time that I consented to their solicitation, in which they paid me nothing, that they had previously over the years and years of this inquisition tried to get me talking about masturbating 16 times.  Yes, I counted the number of times they brought up the subject.  And that's with maybe 16 of them.  I was willing to do something short of violent action to get them to stop harassing me.  It was only years later that I resorted to smashing a window at Kaseman Presbyterian Hospital on Constitution Boulevard Northeast in Albuquerque because they still refused to stop the drug pushing and harassment.  It wasn't my nature to resort to violence to deal with these drug pushers, so although that may sound incredible that I would submit to such a request, it was, in my way of thinking at the time, a better alternative than smashing windows as I really had no desire to go to jail just to remain drug free.  Yes, later I did go to jail for resisting them, but that was only after they continued to harass my brother and I after having obtained the semen sample, and in fact, years later with many more incidents of drug pushing, drug injections, threats, and abuse against us including more compulsory sex talks with doctors.  I haven't ever met a doctor in any of these visits that wanted to talk about religion or abstinence, it's just not a part of their ideology or formation of conscience apparently.  In fact, my preoccupation with religion, in their opinion, was evidence of a psychological and mental illness they believed, or at least claimed, as it made them their income apparently against insurance companies or whomever would pay their fees.  Dr. Dempsey made notes of it, my religious beliefs, calling it "religious ideation".  Of course, Pope John Paul II and Dr. Billy Graham the great Biblical scholar and evangelist had religious ideation, same as I did.  But what does that imply to you when a psychiatrist says I had it?  Well, it means I am a crazy person who needs to be, or might have a reason to be, detained and incarcerated for observation.  You would think, after all those observations, which went on for a total time of about two years of detentions, someone would have referred to whatever it was I was doing that was a mental illness involving religion.   I mean, if I really and truly did suffer from a mental illness which was a result of some kind of religious practice, you would think someone would have in all those months and days of incarceration would have made a note of what that was.  I did recall reading one of the psychiatrist's notes made that I had a "silly smirk" on my face.

My attorney, or our attorney, who represented Scott and I in District Court before Judge Harris, Mr. Jack Kirkpatrick of Las Vegas, New Mexico was killed in a car accident.  He, our attorney, may have been killed by workers at the facility in that town who dislike those "gringos" who want their relatives released from the facility which is today going by the name New Mexico Behavioral Health Institute.  The Spanish are known for being abusive because their jobs depend on having drugged up patients at the facility.  They use the f word and used to use a cattle prod on the patients according to my mother who said she was told the same by one of the Spanish workers.  The workers at the facility are afraid of losing their jobs according to Mr. Kirkpatrick.  They may have had something to do with our attorney's death, and really, considering what they have done over the years, it wouldn't surprise me if Jack had been murdered.  The Spanish workers were known for beating up Anglos and threatening to kill a "gringo" director of the facility whom they replaced with one of their own, Dr. Pablo Hernandez.  The Spanish dislike "gringos" in the town and threatened me by shooting off a gun late in the night and driving by honking at me to wake me from my sleep (numerous times), and saying I was lucky they didn't shoot out my windows.  One of the Spanish persons being detained at the facility pulled down his pants and wagged his penis in front of me at the facility.  The Anglos or "gringos" as we are known, are generally, but not always, the doctors, the psychologists and psychiatrists together sometimes with the so-called treatment team, the ones who get to give the orders of the forced druggings but not the ones to manhandle the patients.  The gringo doctors generally leave that abusive behavior of manhandling patients to the lower level workers.  That way, they never get directly accused of abusing patients, but they do give the orders for the abuse apparently, or why else would it be done?  Plausible deniability; that is, it's always a consideration for the psychiatrist of how it is they're going to carry out the abuse without being held accountable for it.  They do this by ordering a nurse or other employees to manhandle the patients.  The patients are really nothing more than incarcerated persons who generally for all practical purposes have no rights of appeal, no rights of privacy, no rights of property, no rights of communication, no rights over their own bodies.  This is called "protection" by the instigators and financial beneficiaries of the facility, the government workers, the socialist elites, the "protectors", the drug pushers.  You may say that my analogy is flawed, well, I did not come up with the idea of calling drug pushing "treatment".  It had to have originated from somewhere and it wasn't my idea to call it "protection of rights" either, the veil of secrecy that is commonplace where the abuse goes on.  It's being done by someone, and it originates somewhere.  The goings on at the facility are not unknown to the Governor or, for that matter, the Office of the General Counsel.  They advised me to sue my sister.  Of course, they have the power to release my brother Scott to me, so why would I sue my sister for what they refuse to do?  I suppose they advise me to sue my sister because they don't want to be held accountable for the drug abuse or other abuse that they are actively perpetuating and which they know I cannot do anything about except to publicize the matter.

I was assaulted at the home of Mr. K. C. Kiekhoeffer of Deming, New Mexico sometime in the late 1980s.  He returned from a trip to Las Vegas, Nevada and was drunk on arrival at his mobile home where he had left me for a week alone.  He sprayed something smelling of RAID insecticide into my food which was pasta.  He was obnoxious and rude.  He had worked with my mother at OSHA in Albuquerque.  He was generally a likable and friendly person, except when he was drunk.  I heard he had died and his mobile home burned in later years.

In the late 1980s or early 1990s I was assaulted by Mr. Devin Gonzales at the public library in Tijeras, New Mexico.  An Albuquerque attorney Mr. David Martinez represented me in court and obtained a judgement against him for the abuse, which was in response, they argued, Devin and his attorney, to a phone message the library employees did not care for from me.  Mr. Martinez represented me pro bono, that is, he did not assert a fee for his legal services.  Mr. David Martinez has not offered to get my brother released from Las Vegas, but that is not his area of law practice, so I wouldn't expect him to be offering to do that kind of work, especially when you consider our attorney before Mr. Stephen Torres was killed in a car accident.  Thank you, nevertheless, Mr. Martinez, as your court appearance likely has put Mr. Gonzalez out of work and so he won't be going into bathrooms yelling again very likely.  Or at least, he won't be being paid by the City of Albuquerque to do that kind of thing anymore.

My brother Scott and I were assaulted by guards at the Bad Basel Bahnhof in Switzerland in August 1999.  The guards locked Scott into a tiny closet and one of the two guards pulled down my pants.  He, the border guard, said he was looking for a weapon.  I've never owned a gun, but if I did own a gun, I would think it rather difficult to hide it in one's buttocks.  Scott and I had sought asylum in Switzerland as a result of the threats from psychiatrists in America over decades and the abuse which included dozens of incidents of assaults.  This then was the "treatment" Scott and I received on entering the country we believed would be most hospitable and opportune for obtaining asylum from psychiatric doctors, including a pederast and many drug pushers.  And as this might come as no surprise to you, Leslie, my sister, and Bill Broughton, her husband, have blamed me for the bad outcome of the trip to Switzerland.  Blaming the abused is always the norm of the abusers.  Always blame the abused for the abuse.  That's normal for them.  Blame the abused.  Always blame the abused.  Keep to that script.  It works for you.

My brother was detained at the Bosch Hoechst Kliniken in Frankfurt am Main in Germany in 1999 and 2000 and I left Germany in August 1999 to Switzerland again to seek asylum during that time.  Dr. Feierman and his son Douglas I had heard later kidnapped my brother and did not allow him to return home after meeting them at the Albuquerque International Airport.  However, on meeting them I recall that Douglas was not present.  Dr. Feierman's wife Tania Feierman, a realtor, later sold my mother's home to a couple who had engaged in a conspiracy against me, and I have the paper proving that in my possession, a handwritten note of the plan to "takeover Philip's business" with the help of a firm in the business of treatment guardianship and referral to Mr. Daniel Pedrick.  The couple who took over possession of the home at 45 Avenida del Sol in Cedar Crest, New Mexico were Barbara and Charles Murphy, and the both of them may now be dead.  So you see, the conspiracy to "take over Philip's  business" whatever that would involve, involved a couple, the Murphys, another couple, the Feiermans and the Feierman's son Douglas, the District Attorney's office, Mr. Pedrick, a treatment guardianship company known as Desert States and a Mr. Santori, and then of course, me, the dispossessed object of the takeover.  One of the Feiermans, Dr. Jay Feierman, practices extortion and threatens electroshock "treatments".  Two of the Feiermans, Dr. Jay and son Douglas, engage in a kidnapping of my twin Scott.  Another of the Feiermans, Tania, sell my mother's home and my mother dies in Arizona.  Another of the party takes possession of the home, the Murphys.  Another of the party has repeated practices of kidnapping and extortion and has ties to organized crime and holds secret hearings in secret locations, Mr. Dan Pedrick of the District Attorney's office in Albuquerque.  Another of the party, Mr. Santori, or Desert States, engages in "treatment guardianships" for a fee.  Another of the party, my twin brother, Scott, is denied visitation from me for now over fifteen years and I am promised a mysterious letter from a Judge Abigail in Las Vegas from attorney Stephen Torres in Albuquerque.  Never receive that letter.  And I am advised by the State of New Mexico Office of General Counsel in Santa Fe, where my nose was broken by a member of a gang of drug thugs and I am ridiculed by the Governor's secretary and end up in the hospital and my claim for damages is refused by the Metropolitan Court and the Sheriff's Department Deputy Cipriano Varela, Jr. refuses to make an arrest of the man Gregory Chacon who beat me in the head.  Conspiracy?  And the local newspaper refuses to run a story on my broken nose when I show up in their office in person with the bruised face and saying it isn't newsworthy.  What does it take to become newsworthy I ask you?  And Veronica Sena, self said "social worker" says they won't let Scott leave because Philip said he'd try to get Scott out and told him not to take the drugs.  And attorney Jack Kirkpatrick, reported killed in a car accident, says they are afraid of losing their jobs, the workers at the facility where my brother is detained without having been charged with any crime.  So if this is not newsworthy, is not a conspiracy, is not a fraud, is not a government problem, is not a Church issue, is not a Hispanic issue, is not a New Mexico state issue, is not an Albuquerque issue, is not a problem of psychiatric abuse, what would you, the reader, say this is?   Would you say it is a story I, a crazy person, a former practicing corporate and German speaking accountant, an author of the book "Models of Financial Methods and Arbitrage Methods", a practicing investor and artist, a home builder, a graduate of University of Colorado, New Mexico, and Iowa, and a businessman and practicing Catholic, made up?  Would you like me to write all this down in German for you?  

I was assaulted by Mr. Gregory Chacon at Hyde Park above Santa Fe, New Mexico in the first decade of the new millenia where I had been staying at a state park and campground there in my motor home.  After breaking my nose and causing me to be covered in blood and broken eyeglasses by smashing me in the face, I went to the campground State Park employee, a 250 lb. Spanish man who tackled me.  He did not want the people at a party behind the lodge where I was headed to see me covered in blood.  I identified the man who had beaten me through the ambulance window.  Since the Sheriff Deputy had taken a report from the gang members, eight or so of them, he put in the police report that I had been injured in a fall as they said.  He, Cipriano Varela, Jr., Santa Fe County Sheriff's Department deputy, refused to arrest any of them, saying he hadn't seen what happened.  So instead the report reads that I was delusional, because that is what the gang of Hispanic youths who attacked me had put in the report.  Just what they wanted.  Nor were any of these thugs arrested for possession of drug paraphernalia or if they were in possession of it, the marijuana they said they were intending to smoke.  They also tried soliciting me and were not arrested for that either.  He, the sheriff's deputy, told me to file a claim in Metropolitan Court, and the clerk there refused to accept my complaint, again another Hispanic person.  I had also visited the Governor's office, and they, again Spanish people, more Hispanics, joked about what had been done to me, the secretary saying over the phone "Are you in jail again?"  The Spanish in New Mexico repeat the narrative as they have for decades that they are the poor discriminated against minority, so when the abuse happens at their hands against my family, they deny it.  When they are the provocateurs and abusers that doesn't fit their narrative. I also took my story to the Santa Fean newspaper, and they saw me with bruised face and said it "wasn't newsworthy".  I also visited the priest at mass in Las Vegas, New Mexico, Father C. J. Brasher, with my bruised face and he intentionally ignored me, knowing what had been done to me, as this kind of abuse is common against "gringos" in New Mexico.  The Archbishop of Santa Fe relocated Father C. J. Brasher to Roy, New Mexico.  No relation to Dr. Samir Roy, just the same name, the town or village and the psychiatrist convicted of sexual misconduct and license revoked.

I have more names of abusers than those summarized here.  Please be aware that the persons I have named in this list of abusers should be considered dangerous, not the list, but the persons named, unless you know otherwise (some of them are now dead).  K. C., the alcoholic, burned up in his mobile home I had heard.  And Bill has Alzheimer's and is wasting away mentally I was told.  (Since reported deceased.)  And Uncle John in Pampa, Texas died as a result of blood poisoning from a botched surgery I'd been told.  And Amy Walton ended up comatose in the hospital and is continuing to be a drug abuser from what I've heard.  And Mr. Daniel Ivey-Soto become a state Senator I had read.  And Dr. William Hampton Milburn moved on to commit more abuse in another state, Colorado, and then moved again I had concluded.  And the Lounsburys went on to repent of their abusive treatment of animals and rude acts most likely but they never call me or write me so I don't know for certain.  And Neoplan went bankrupt and owes tens of millions of dollars to the United States vis-a-vis MAN Aktiengesellschaft which acquired NEOPLAN and I have never received the stock I was promised in the surviving company or NEOPLAN.  And Arthur Andersen went bankrupt I had read and heard.  And Colorado National Bank was acquired by US Bank I had read and holds the industrial revenue bonds which NEOPLAN owes on I would assume.  And fugitive financier Werner Kuhne Rey was reported arrested in the Bahamas (Bank fur Gemeinwirtschaft) I had read in the Swiss American Review.  And Mr. Werner K. Rey is the same Mr. Werner Kuhne I was told by Mr. Mueggler or someone else at the Swiss consulate in Houston, Texas.  And Mr. Jeb Bush has been outed as a member of the globalist conspiracy to defraud Coastal Caribbean Oils and Minerals, Ltd. of Bermuda of its trillion dollar valued former mineral leases of offshore Florida and others I would conclude from my longstanding shareholdership in the Company. Until we have a full confession from the abusers and financial judgments against them, including the State of New Mexico Board of Medical Examiners and the District Attorney's Office in Albuquerque and the hospitals which participated in conspiracies and fraud to continue the abuse over decades, there is nothing more you should do except report their crimes and abuse to authorities which will likely do nothing with it, including the media, since they have been colluding with each other in the abuse for decades and what some call "Big Pharma" is my reasonable conclusion.  Any information you provide to me will be used against the parties to punish them for their crimes inasmuch as I am empowered to do so however I will agree to commit no immoral or illegal acts in this regard and I will not listen to you or discuss anything with you about any of this if you have a nasty attitude towards me or my twin brother.  The more "dirt" we get on these abusers the better, as the more "dirt" I have on them, the more likely they will treat me with the respect we deserve as citizens of the U.S.A. or whatever country we might seek asylum in again especially if they start up their treatment campaigns again.  They're not very likely to stop abusing you unless you resort to force, as they, and the drug companies, are making millions if not billions off the sham they call mental illness.  The book "Psychiatry, the Men Behind Hitler" might be a useful book to read to understand the history and methods that psychiatry uses to abuse children, adults, and anyone they consider a target for gain, financial, or sexual gratification.  They never recant or repent of their atrocities, so don't expect to negotiate with them if your situation involves a loved one.  They have no ethics whatsoever, and you are deluding yourself to expect anything differently.  Extortion is the normal plan of treatment, though they never call it that.  They are rightfully called organized crime, as they are organized, they use and are supported by government, and they make profits, and they abuse the vulnerable, and the government does nothing to stop this, and the Church is complicit to some degree by taking jobs at the abuse facilities.

I have the "dirt" on at least 100 persons, doctors, pediatricians, psychologists, psychiatrists, teachers, police, sheriff deputies, court personnel, district attorneys, mayors, governors, bankers, insurance agents, relatives, friends, businessmen and women, attorneys, accountants, news media folk, special commissioners, medical review boards, judges, pedophiles, drug pushers, fornicators, adulterers, border guards, Germans, Spanish, Swiss, Americans, acquaintances, former neighbors, drug company executives, social workers, New Mexicans, Coloradoans, Iowans, parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, sisters, secretaries, clerks, CPAs, executives, church elders, Presbyterians, Catholics, Jews, blacks, whites, Anglos, hispanics, Cubans, Russians, East Indians, Iranians, Albuquerqueans, Santa Feans, porn hustlers, child abusers, FBI, CIA, attorney generals, guardians, guards, financial advisers, brokers, farmers, the living and the dead, that should be in jail as a result of the abuse I wrote about and some of which I didn't yet write about.  But that won't likely happen as long as the Catholic Church and our Pope denies this is a problem.  When I called the Vatican and told them that I was being poisoned (by psychiatrists) the response was, "It's all in your head."  This is the typical response now that the Vatican makes to anything involving abuse.  Denial.  Please support the CCHR (Citizens Commission on Human Rights) in its efforts to send psychiatry into the dustbin of history where it belongs.  The Catholic Church isn't going to do it unfortunately, as it's long been co-opted in its ideologies of pragmatism it has adopted since the Holocaust and preceding that with the so-called "Enlightenment" thinkers who brought us atheism.  If you go to your priest and tell him about the abuse you are experiencing from psychiatry, you are likely wasting your time.  The only way to deal with psychiatrists is a good slap in their faces.  They have the law on their side when it comes to the abuse, they know it, and they push it to the limit to do as much abuse as they can get away with.  They're being paid by our government to abuse you.  Don't fool yourself into thinking differently.  The abuse is happening for a reason, and your own government is sponsoring this particular kind of terrorism as it did in Iran, Russia, and South Africa.   Your own leaders are the sponsors of this particular type of terrorist activity called psychiatry.  Don't believe what the government says about the abuse because they, the government, are the sponsors of it, and the drug companies know this; they've made billions off their phony claims and continue to do so by spreading their lies of so-called "mental illness" through their pseudo science they call psychiatry.

Psychiatry is a tool of statecraft to suppress, intimidate, threaten and bully those around you, especially those whose rights you have abused and whose dignity you have spit upon and disregarded.  That's one reason the bad people in the Catholic Church and the U.S. government embrace it.  They don't like their evil deeds being exposed, and they know by sending you to the loony bin they can get rid of you in some respect, if only by discrediting you as a crazy person with another phony and pseudo scientific pseudo medical label.  You're not crazy; rather they are sinful and unrepentant souls destined to forever march into hell.  Their place of occupation, the torture facilities they call by the euphemism mental hospitals, are their closest approximation to hell short of their abortuaries they call by the euphemism reproductive rights facilities where they murder the unborn with your tax dollars.  Your government, the U.S. federal government, funds them and the German companies which brought you the abortion pill, the psychotropic medications and the Zyklon B gas because they are evil companies founded upon evil principles.  They did not stop being evil because WW2 ended.  That was just their momentary breather while Margaret Sanger, Teddy Roosevelt, the Carnegies and their successors worked on plan B for getting rid of you.  Souls in hell have never been proven to stop working, you know.

In August 2020, Kevin Scott Turney arrived at my ordinary place of business and abode where he had been doing work, and threw his dog against my building.  He picked his dog up, which he calls Boomer, and literally threw it a distance of a couple feet against my building.  It was on the following day I was injured with a broken wrist which is my hand for painting and work, and I haven't use of my hand in the manner before the injury now many months later.  I may never regain full use of my hand.  (I am getting very close nearly a year later).  Mission accomplished, Kevin; you abused me and your dog which since you lost to another owner as a result of your continuing abuse of it and lassitude about your condition.

Kevin not only showed up drunk, and more than once, he also has become profane and abusive on numerous occasions where he finds his preferred tools of abuse are the bible used intermittently, that is, depending on which day he is drunk or sober, with alcohol, profanity, and sexual vulgarity.  He has been trained at this, the bible portion of his work.  His reason for showing his abuse of his dog was for a specific intention which was not about the dog, but was about me.  Thank you, Kevin, in case you are reading this, you have caused my injuries which I will live with to my hand as a result of the accident which you call "A Perfect Storm" for the remainder of my life.  Your attempts to destroy and dominate and your demands that I take out a loan to fund your abusive actions have not gone unnoticed by the police, the private landowner on whose land you camped for months, and the dog you call Boomer whom you abused on repeated occasions with the possible intent of intimidating others.

Kevin says he has used meth, and more than once, and he dislikes me working on my ledgers, which is accounting, a requirement, that is, my accounting work, of the Internal Revenue Service.  He disapproves of nearly everything I do which is my work, including going to mass and prayer, which he despises, including the rosary.  A confession to me is inappropriate, Kevin, as I am not that priest to you.  And you may not abuse my person by appearing, sending emails, or calling me with your belligerent behavior.  Get a job and stop annoying me.  Kevin fails at math, and his claim to have used meth may be a ruse, as a fellow he used to hang around, Douglas Dee Eldridge, was arrested in Oregon more than once for possession of methamphetamine.  Kevin has abused others than myself.

My crucifix was stolen from my home recently.  I noticed this after Kevin was unable to convince me to take out a loan to fund his work here.  I do not know who stole the crucifix.  But that doesn't mean I don't know a drunk man when I see him.

I am thankful for the Catholic faith.  However, the prayers at mass for those who wish to break into our country, abuse their own with human trafficking, and the avoidance of a work ethic coming from a lazy hierarchy are a bit obvious.

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