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"shared" whatever drugs were in his system through his urine. Reagan later
told me he preferred sex slaves equipped for this task since he, as President,
should not have to get up in the night to urinate,
"Well," Reagan said, holding up his glass, "All I've had to fuel her with is
alcohol. That's not much of a jolt from a "whiz of a Wiz(ard)." Byrd
chuckled at Reagan's Oz cryptic joke and removed his gold cocaine vial from
the inner pocket of his suit. He and Reagan discretely turned their backs to the
party while Byrd "spoon fed" Reagan the drug up his nose.
Before I left with Reagan, Byrd informed me that "Uncle Ronnie doesn't
sleep with his mommy (Nancy)," and that he preferred snuggling into his LL
Bean, light blue flannel sheets in his nightshirt and ridiculous nightcap because
"they're warmer, softer, more comfortable, and don't snore".
Later, in his bedroom, Reagan accessed my sexual programming, and I
became "my part" as a prostitute to "Uncle Ronnie". Reagan did not move
during sex. After all, that was "my duty". And my duty was to please him,
whatever it took, and it took more time than anything. Reagan never hurt me
(he always made sure someone else did that) and used this as a "bond" to the
little child ("Kitten") personality he always accessed for sex. Reagan's most
apparent personality kink was his love for bestiality pornography. 2 According
to my handlers, his passion for pornography escalated its manufacture and
distribution during his Administration. He wholeheartedly approved and
encouraged the porn industry for funding covert activity.
Many commercial and instructional (private) pornography films I and others
participated in, referred to as "Uncle Ronnie's Bedtime Stories," were
manufactured solely for his pleasure-oftentimes according to his instruction,
using Freedom Train slaves. After my initial meeting with Reagan, I was used
in numerous films that were produced predominantly at Youngstown Charm
School and/or by his "Chief Pornographer" 3 Michael Dante, specifically to
satisfy his perversions. These included a wide range of cryptic themes, but
were mostly bestiality. Reagan often watched the videos while I was prostituted
to him, requiring me to re-enact the porn however possible.
I first met Reagan's Chief Pornographer Michael Dante, AKA Michael Viti,
at an elite Nashville hotel where he was attending "charity" Golf Tournament
festivities. Like CIA Operative Charlie Pride's Pro-Am Golf Tournamenl in
Albuquerque, New Mexico, this "charity" tournament provided a cover for the
cocaine and white slavery operations that dominated the event. Houston and I
often attended such "charity" events, as did Dante, but it was only after having
met Reagan that Dante's and my paths crossed as arranged.
Dante took me to his hotel room after our initial introduction. He snorted a
few lines of coke, looked me over as though 1 were merchandise, and accessed
my sex programming. He then arrogantly asked me if I knew who he was. He
told me he lived in Beverly Hills, California and made movies. I thought he
was referring to his box office flop, Winterhawk, until he said, "Uncle Ronnie
sent me. He wants me to make movies with you as your 'contra-bution.'
We're gonna have a good time, then he's gonna have a good time, and
everybody's happy. You'll like that, won't you Baby? Get dressed. We're
going back downstairs and make arrangements."
Dante telephoned me often, professing "our love" through command
reinforcements and making arrangements to meet me in specific places for
producing Uncle Ronnie's Bedtime Stories and commercial porn. These
locations included, among others, Tennessee, Florida, the Caribbean, and