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among the (government-involved Mafioso) family members, I regret that I
could not be here in person to greet you, but Ron (Reagan) can show you the
ins and outs of the organization better than I. The transaction numbers have
been recorded, and are available to you for cross reference purposes and to
uphold the integrity of the players involved on your end of the Juarez border.
Your commitment today ensures you of a higher economic standard of living for
your people, increased relations with the U.S., an influx of American industry,
and a position of high esteem in the New World Order, With your 'Seal of
Approval' we can dissolve the Juarez border and make way for a future of
prosperity for Mexico. For now, relax and enjoy your stay."
One of de la Madrid's guards was shuffling through some papers from a
briefcase, and he told Dante he would like the bank transaction numbers. Dante
switched me to "You Are What You Read" Passbook programming, and I
delivered the numbers intended for the border guards to de la Madrid as
ordered. A computer of sorts was used to calculate and confirm the numbers.
Aware that the meeting was being filmed by one of Dante's high tech "hidden"
cameras, de la Madrid held up a paper-wrapped ball of Mexican heroin.
Speaking directly at the camera, he cleverly said, "A token of appreciation, Mr.
Bush, Something for your private stock. The finest heroin available. Enjoy."
Dante strode across the room and said, "I'll take that and see to it that he
gets it myself."
"I'm sure you will," de la Madrid laughed. He then put all but one paper
back in the briefcase. I was instructed to present the elaborately embossed
Mexican Presidential Seal (of Approval) to pre-appointed Juarez border guards
as proof of de la Madrid's commitment, then deliver it directly to Bush for his
file on the future NAFTA agreement.
Prepared to present a modified Hands-On Mind-Control Demonstration to de
la Madrid, Dante said, "You've heard from a Carrier Pigeon (messenger).
You've seen her in a mode to accept program. And now I will demonstrate
some of her sexual modes."
"That will not be necessary," de la Madrid told him. "I have been given a
handful of keys that I would like to use on my own, including the one to destroy
all memory. Not that it matters when we are monitored (he gestured toward the
camera), but nevertheless I was instructed to do it." Dante did not seem to
know this was not the first time I was sexually prostituted to the Mexican
President.
"She rides a horse well," Dante said, referring to both the rare practice of
heroin to supposedly block my memory of this event, and a Reagan-inspired sex
act. Dante stuck a needle in my arm. "May I recommend a ride for you?"
"I am on one now that I would like to maintain," de la Madrid answered,
referring to cocaine use and his running nose. Dante laid out several generous
lines of the white drug on a black mirror. He stroked me under my chin
triggering Reagan's sex Kitten personality, picked up Bush's heroin, and
ushered the two guards out the door.
De la Madrid, fully aware of my pornography exposure, said, "You like
cameras? Let's give them something to watch." He snorted two more lines of
coke, undressed, and further activated my sex programming with the verbal and
physical keys and triggers Reagan had previously provided him. At one point
he enthusiastically commented that "if I have my way, the Free Trade
Agreement will include a few top of the tine (he snorted another line of coke for
emphasis) "models" (vaginally) carved and trained like you." De la Madrid had