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Wearing only my tennis shoes, I ran through the trees as fast and as far as I
could, which wasn't very far at all. Bush was using his bird dog to track me,
the same one that had recently been used with me in bestiality filming as a
"Byrd-dog" joke on my owner, Robert C. Byrd. When caught, Cheney held his
gun to my head again as he stood over me, looking warm in his sheepskin coat.
Bush ordered me to take his dog sexually while they watched, then he and
Cheney ushered me back to their cabin.
I pulled on my clothes and sat in the office part of the cabin awaiting
instructions. I had no idea where Kelly was, nor do I in retrospect. Bush and
Cheney were still in their hunting clothes when the programming session began.
Bush said, "You and I are about to embark on A Most Dangerous Game of
diplomatic relations. This is my game. You will follow my rules. 1 will have
the distinct advantage of hunting you with my Eye in the Sky (satellite). I'll
watch every move you make. As long as you play the game by my rules and
make no mistakes, you live. One mistake and I'll get you, my pretty, and your
little girl, too. You die, and Kelly will have to play with me. I prefer it that
way. Then it will be her Most Dangerous Game. The cards are stacked in my
favor because, well, it is my game! Are you game?"
There was no choice. I responded as conditioned, "Yes, Sir! I'm game."
The parallels to The Most Dangerous Game that had just occurred in the woods
were deliberate and intended to make retrieval of memory "impossible" due to
cryptoamnesia scrambling.
"Good. Then let the games begin. Listen carefully to your instructions.
You have no room for error." Cheney flipped his "game timer"—an hourglass.
Bush continued, "This game is called the King and Eye, and here's the deal.
You will be establishing stronger diplomatic relations according to order
between Mexico, the U.S., and the Middle East. Your role will require a
change of face at each new place. I'll chart your course, define your role, and
pull your strings. You'll speak my words when I pull your strings. There is no
room for error,"
Cheney was half lying across the plain, military issue style desk in an
apparent drug stupor as Bush talked. Still wearing his hunting coat and hat,
Cheney aimed his rifle at me from the desk and threatened, "Or a-hunting we
will go." Bush finished Cheney's threat by singing, "We'll catch a fox and put
her in a box and lower her in a hole."
Bush looked at Cheney and burst out laughing. The sight of him dressed in
his hunting clothes with a huge bore, double-barreled shotgun to his shoulder
inspired Bush to tell him he "looked tike Elmer Fudd".
Cheney, imitating the cartoon character, said, "Where is that waskily
wabbit?"
Operation The King and Eye would involve Reagan's #1 envoy Philip Habib
(who cryptically played the Alice In Wonderland role of the White Rabbit with
slaves such as myself) and Saudi Arabian King Fahd. So when Bush referred
to the two as "Elmer Fahd and the Waskily Wabbit," he and Cheney laughed
until they cried. Since both were already high from drugs anyway, they had a
great deal of difficulty maintaining composure long enough to complete my
programming.
1 Dick Cheney has no official U.S. military history to justify his position as our nation's
former Defense Secretary under President George Bush.