Changing modes, Buffett unzipped his shorts as he asked, 'Do you like a buffet? I have a Buffett buffet for you now. And if is Paradise!'
I carried out the drug transaction as ordered, the whole ordeal lasting a matter of minutes. A buffet was spread in the courtyard of the White House Inn at 4:00 PM just as Buffett said it would be. But due to the food and water deprivation necessary to maintaining my mind-controlled trance, Houston forbid me from carrying out this last part of Buffett's instructions,
Alex Houston Enterprises was another side business that Houston used to cover for his CIA criminal covert activities. It included the relabelling of G.E, capacitors for the 'energy savings' companies, Queen Electric and Phase Liner, he shared with his former wife and first CIA mind-controlled slave. She was a Catholic processed Puerto Rican blonde beauty. These G.E. capacitor banks were sold internationally as energy saving devices, when in fact they provided one more means of transporting drugs from the U.S. around the world.
It was Houston's G.E. capacitor scam that provided me insight into the elaborate Long Island docks drug network run by U.S. Congressman Gary Ackerman (D.NY). [33] I first met Ackerman in 1981 when Houston was booked into the Woodberry Music Festival with known CIA mind-control victim Loretta Lynn.[34] Lorctta's road manager, Neo-Nazi pedophile Ken Riley, who was also Alex Houston's best friend, often assisted Houston in handling me. Riley in turn handed my Charm School programmed keys, codes, and triggers to Congressman Ackerman, who skillfully accessed my Alice In Wonderland mirror theme programming. After snorting a couple of lines of coke, he stepped into the center of a three way mirror where he positioned me and proceeded to sexually gratify himself in my throat. Ken Riley, and other involved members of Loretta's band, all laughed as Ackerman stumbled around the room while pulling his pants up from around his ankles and complaining that he 'couldn't stand for sex like that'. The term 'Ackerman syndrome' was coined after that in reference to sex that drained a man of his energy, and circulated among 'those who know' for years.
CHAPTER 9
RONALD REAGAN'S AMERICAN DREAM: A PANDORA'S BOX OF NIGHTMARES
My mind-controlled existence became more complicated after Senator Byrd introduced me to then President Ronald Reagan in the fall of 1982[35] at a White House political party. Byrd told me, 'When you meet the Chief, imagine him with his pants down. He's most comfortable knowing you are imagining him with his pants down. He doesn't want formality.' Former president Ford had conditioned me to dread the Office of President, and I mechanically went through the motions of meeting Reagan,
Reagan admittedly had seen the How To Divide a Personality and How so Create a Sex Slave videos made in Huntsville, Alabama. He acted very pleased with me as though I had participated in them willingly. Within the first few minutes of meeting Reagan, he was giving me acting tips to utilize in government operations and pornography!! 'When you become your part, your performance increases, which in turn increases your ability to do your part — for your country. 'Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country' — your part,' he instructed. Somehow, Reagan's reminder of Ford's and VanderJagt's conditioning to Kennedy's quote seemed more patriotically significant than «simply» sexually entertaining politicians by waving a flag in my bottom. After gazing deep into his self-professed 'kaleidoscope eyes,' each metaphorical phrase he spoke became life and breath to me.
Reagan explained to me that the illegal CIA covert activities I was forced to participate in were «justified» as they funded covert activities in Afghanistan and Nicaragua. He explained, 'America's Freedom Train is spanning the globe and sex is but a sidetrack to the ultimate course of freedom. Our job of procuring and transporting arms is the most difficult part of all. But it can and must be done. How can a man with no arms fight? These operations are necessary as American people raise too much hell about violence already, and it is better they're not informed of our supporting wars they cannot understand the significance of.'
I realize now that Reagan twisted reality to fit his personal perceptions rather than to adhere to Byrd's philosophy of providing «excuses» for what he deemed 'the order of things'. In typical Reagan fashion, he did not perceive mind control as slavery, but as 'an opportunity for those who otherwise would have nothing in life'. He claimed that multigenerational incestuously abused children like myself, or 'previously impoverished baseball players from third world countries and slums, are provided an opportunity to 'be all they can be' through making a 'contra-bution' to society, our nation, and the world, by utilizing their talents to maximum potential.' With this altitude, Reagan displayed pride in the sick role he played as The Wizard Of Oz, directing Project Monarch slaves like myself.
That night. Senator Byrd acted in the capacity of a pimp and prostituted me to Reagan. Referring to me as though I were a machine, Reagan asked Byrd, 'Does she run on chemicals?' meaning specific CIA drugs.
Byrd answered, 'She takes it in spurts'. I noticed that Reagan's eyes lit up with perversion and understanding of Byrd's statement, which meant that I
'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[36]. 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'[37] 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 I 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 California. He often talked of owning me in the future, painting a picture of what life would be like living with him. His attitude toward women
