Valley Mills ‘insurrection’ over Hall Ranch plan


Highway 6 gate to the Robert Hall Ranch, Valley Mills

By Jim Parks and George Potter

Valley Mills – Taxpaying voters are near ‘insurrection,’ according to sources up in arms over a vague plan by an unknown committee of the city’s administration to acquire 259 acres of the Robert Hall Ranch on Highway 6, just east southeast of the High School.

Typical comments are, “They won’t tell me a thing,” according to former City Administrator Rodney Nichols.

His observation is typical of people who are unable to pry the slightest bit of information out of Mayor Ray Bickerstaff, who says “negotiations” are in a very “sensitive” stage between himself, two “developers and builders” and two members of the City Council.

Said Bill Lancaster, council member and former City Administrator, “They move things around me pretty good.”

Councilman Scott Lane told sources he has ‘no clue’ how the funding for new streets, storm sewers, or water supplies will be developed, according to confidential sources.

The negotiations include extending the city limits to the property lines in order to offer police and fire protection and streets and water development, according to the Mayor.

Lane agreed with Mayor Bickerstaff that no committee has been chosen as yet, following a negative vote to form one at a recent stated meeting. A called meeting for Monday evening was suddenly cancelled because, Bickerstaff said, “The developers don’t have all the information.”

Buffalo Estates subdivision property owners expressed extreme unhappiness with the amorphous plan to develop a water system to provide fire protection for the proposed subdivision.

I nearly blew a fuse when I heard about the proposed land purchase,” said Jean Speegle, a Buffalo Estates homeowner. She recalled numerous attempts by Valley Mills to annex the subdivision, all of which were repelled by a simple majority of the homeowners’ association.

Ms. Speegle said there is much unhappiness with high water rates from a private water supply corporation.

Bickerstaff said a 9,000 foot water well would be a key part of the plan, but his remark drew severe criticism from Jane Patton, a native of the area whose family lived on the ranch at one time. She recalled problems with an existing well’s quality of brackish yield and low water table during drought conditions.

No one has been able to obtain any further information as to how the property would be acquired or developed, whether through a general obligation or revenue bond issue, as an economic development plan, a planned unit development or joint venture, limited partnership consortium.

We are negotiating,” May Bickerstaff has said. “After we have reached our decision, the people will have plenty of opportunity to learn about this and tell us their opinions.”

Valley Mills wheels bow out of ‘sensitive’ confab


Bill Lancaster, City Councilman, former Mayor

Valley Mills – City Councilman and former Valley Mills Mayor Bill Lancaster arrived in the twilight about the same time as former educator Benny Powers rolled up to City Hall.

They wanted to talk, even though there was no meeting.

They were obviously disappointed that Mayor Ray Bickerstaff had called off a mysterious executive session regarding the proposed acquisition and development of 259 acres of ranch land from the Robert Hall estate for custom housing, extension of the city limits – and other big plans. .

Neither of them are all that impressed with the sanctity of the “sensitive negotiations” Bickerstaff refuses to discuss.

Said Benny Powers, “Our streets are literally falling apart…They budgeted $10,000 for street repair,” in a tone of disbelief. “I believe we have $10,000 worth of potholes alone.”

“And we’ve still got 7 acres remaining at the Dollar General Store,” Bill Lancaster chimed in. They patiently explained to the scribe in attendance that you could put four houses on the vacant lots the City of Valley Mills acquired in order to develop the retail outlet.

“Then they turned around and budgeted $33,000 for utilities in the administrative office (city hall),” said Benny Powers. “How much did we spend on utilities? he asked Lancaster.

“Oh, nothing, probably…”

“Well, we paid for the electricity and the telephone…”

“They won’t talk to any of us,” Powers complained. “All we’re asking for is a little transparency.” One recalled the words of May Bickerstaff coming over the phone, all about his idea of transparency.

“They want transparency, I’ll give them transparency,” he said. “If I know it and I’m not ready to talk about it, I won’t. If I don’t know, and I know it, I can’t say anything anyway. Is that transparent enough for you?”

One could only agree – dubiously – with that which is the big X – the unknown.

Bickerstaff had a message waiting when the scribe arrived home. “This is a whole different thing,” he explained. There is no such thing as acquisition and development, economic development – none of that.

“This is a whole different process,” he insisted, avoiding all talk of finance, bonds, limited partnership consortium.

When questions persisted, he said, “I’m starting to get frustrated because I don’t have all that I can give you. As soon as I do, I can sit down and tell what we went through to get this.”

He sent text messages to City Council members that said “the governing body” did not have the full facts by which to make decisions, and so the meeting in executive session had been cancelled.









City Dads to Ponder Land Buy in the absence of info


Classic “Saturday Evening Post” cover depicts Town Council meeting

Valley Mills – Most people have no clue how the City Council and Mayor intend to acquire a part of the Robert Hall Ranch for development as a tract housing project.

In fact, most people asked amid the heavy foot traffic at this city’s filling station and convenience store have heard nothing about the proposed project.

Mayor Ray Bickerstaff said the “sensitivity” of negotiations precludes letting anyone know anything about the mechanics of the deal, which seems to have a lot of moving parts. First, the City would acquire the acreage, which is situated along Highway 6, then drill a well to bring water to the project. At that point, the developers would take over and begin to sell lots up to five acres in size and build custom homes.

One business owner who operates a hardware and feed store gave a favorable opinion of the notion, but mentioned no knowledge of the details in a reply to one of several shared versions of our previous story.

Former Valley Mills Mayor Jerry V. Pierce commented, saying “After? Public input After the decision is made??? No no no that’s not how this works!” He emphasized the opinion that people need information about a proposal of this type.

“Whatever happened to the CITIZENS making a decision as to where their tax dollars went? Just asking!” said another commenter.

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Valley Mills To head off Six Shooter at Wolf Lane




Valley Mills To head off Six Shooter at Wolf Lane


Waco’s city limits reach as far as Wolf Lane, says Mayor Ray Bickerstaff

Valley Mills – With no running room to the west or east, this riverside city at the foot of a pretty picture perfect little valley is stymied by flood plain.

That’s why the City Council is negotiating between two potential developers for the acquisition of ranch land to the south, where Waco’s city limits already reach as far as Wolf Lane, says Mayor Ray Bickerstaff.

He and the City Council will go back into Executive Session following a meeting last week in which they adjourned amid speculation for development of four to five acre parcels in a planned unit development of custom homes along Highway Six on an upland prairie southeast of Valley Mills High School. To complete the plan, “We would look at speculating. We would have to bring water to it. They would want streets, fire protection, the works…”

How much and who would invest?

“We have bids, bids for everything,” he added, but demurred in any substantive discussions, “because of the sensitivity” of the proposal.

Two private companies, both builders and developers, are vying for the chance to arrange financing through the auspices of the city administration.

Confidential sources have bandied the rumor of a figure of $1.2 million following the posting at 5:30 pm on Friday of notice of the Monday meeting at 5:45 pm.

“That is not the correct figure,” said Bickerstaff. “At this point, we are still in negotiations.”

Look for heat and light following any decision, he added. “I’m pretty sure folks will want to give their opinions after we make a decision,” the Mayor said.


Final brief to oust Reyna

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Waco – In an act of political opportunism,” Abel Reyna placed himself in a position to be sued for millions of dollars, according to a brief filed today in support of his disqualifiction as prosecutor in the Twin Peaks cases of 152 indicted for engaging in organized criminal activity.

Because of that conflicting financial interest, said F. Clinton Broden in his final brief, “if Reyna is somehow able to obtain a conviction in this case, he reduces his personal financial exposure for the false arrest he wanted, advocated, and recommended.”

54th Criminal District Judge Matt Johnson said he will probably rule on Friday whether to disqualify Reyna and his staff as necessary witnesses and appoint an attorney pro tem to handle the case.

Though Reyna has vowed to “do the right thing,” said Broden on behalf of his client, former Scimitars member Matt Clendennen, “all the Court need decide is whether Reyna does, in fact, have a financial interest in prosecuting these cases.”

Ritual trauma in a quest for a New World Order


Judyth Vary Baker, Lee Harvey Oswald’s lover, served the CIA as a lab technician at the inception of a weaponized cancer virus…

New Orleans – At the Lee Harvey Oswald Conference commemorating the birthday of the accused assassin of JFK, Trine Day Publisher Kris Millegan said it best. The New World Order is moving their headquarters to China because it’s so much easier to rule from there than it is from a republic striving to maintain the appearance of a democracy, the U.S.

As a numbing series of snuff films such as the grand daddy of them all, the Oswald assassination on live TV, the Branch Davidian raid, Twin Peaks, the Zapruder Film, have unreeled for more than a half century, the practitioners of low-grade sorcery who seek power through fear are instilling a world view that there is no recourse, no remedy.

Judyth Vary Baker, Lee Harvey Oswald’s lover during the summer of 1963 revealed the fact that she helped to develop a weaponized cancer virus that is pandemic in today’s world – all part of a campaign to reduce the Earth’s population by huge percentiles.

Please click here for a background preview to this story. 


Kris Millegan is the publisher at Trine Day, purveyor of a large number of titles written from the perspective of the intelligence community and its disaffected operatives and dependents





Strategist reacts to cyber terror complaint


Campaign strategist Roger Stone at Lee Harvey Oswald Conference

New Orleans – Trump campaign strategist Roger Stone categorically denied any collusion with Wikileaks founder Julian Assange in wiretapping and hacking Clinton Campaign Chairman John Pedesta.

The Democratic Presidential campaign has filed a complaint with the FBI alleging cyberterrorism and treason in an alleged plot with the Russian Federation to derail the former Secretary of State’s election bid over leaked e-mail security.

“This is about three weeks of politics,” said Stone, who was appearing in a speaking engagement to commemorate the birthday of accused Presidential assassin Lee Harvey Oswald.

“I’ll be glad to talk to the FBI,” said Stone. “But it’s a dead end.”

Policy shows Reyna likely not covered by county insurance in Twin Peaks civil rights court cases

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Chief prosecutor Michael Jarrett (l) discusses fine points of Twin Peaks cases with defense attorney F. Clinton Broden (r) at hearing

Waco – Records show that within two days the prosecutor in the Twin Peaks cases knew he was facing problems in just how he would defend himself against claims of false arrest.

An insurance policy obtained through open records request shows coverage of Criminal District Attorney Abel Reyna in his official capacity is limited to $500,000 per claim and $1,000,000 per incident, including attorney’s fees.

But that’s not all. “Lo and behold, it does not appear that the TAC (Texas Association of Counties) policy provides any coverage to Mr. Reyna for acts in his individual capacity,” stated F. Clinton Broden in court papers answering numerous objections by public officials and lawyers for the insurance carrier to provide any information whatsoever.

The issue is at the heart of hearing reopened to determine the limits of Reyna’s insured limits and just who is paying his legal fees, a thorny issue that halted the court’s inquiry into the merits of a motion to disqualify him as the prosecutor in 177 cases of engaging in organized criminal activity filed against bikers on May 17, 2015 following a deadly shoot-out between members and supporters of the Bandidos and Cossacks motorcycle clubs.

Reyna insisted under cross examination that he had no knowledge of the extent of the coverage, or even who, exactly was paying for his legal representation. He said defense attorneys would have to “talk to my lawyers” to find that out.

At the time, 54th Criminal District Judge Matt Johnson, a former law partner of Reyna, called on attorneys for Matthew Clendennen, a member of the Scimitars support club of the Cossacks, and Ray Nelson, Hill County Chapter President of the Cossacks Motorcycle Club, to file interrogatories seeking answers to those questions from attorneys representing Reyna and the insurance carrier.

Replies from the TAC attorneys claimed that providing answers would violate attorney-client privilege.

Hence, Clendennen and Nelson were compelled to reopen the public hearing of August 8, set to resume on Friday, October 14, at 10:30 am.

In the end, however, the defendans simply want somebody from McLennan County to verify what is likely known to everybody but Mr. Reyna. In other words, that McLennan County officials have not committed McLennan County taxpayers to writing a blank check and funding Mr. Reyna’s defense and any judgments against him in his individual capacity in excess of any insurance coverage,” Broden concluded in his answering documents.

According to phone records obtained through discovery, Reyna contacted Steve Henninger at the law firm representing the TAC and spoke to him for an hour only two days following the arrests of bikers whose arrests he ordered simply because they were wearing the “colors” of motorcycle clubs. By doing so, according to the defense motion to disqualify Reyna and his staff, the prosecutors became “necessary witnesses,” thus disqualified under professional rules of responsibility to serve as prosecutors representing the State of Texas.

Broden notes in his answer that the arrest affidavits are identical in the 177 cases, names of defendants provided on a fill-in-the-blank basis, their bail set in each case at $1 million.

Reyna is facing civil rights litigation in an Austin federal district court for violation of more than a dozen of the defendants in suits that claim his culpability in both an official as well as an individual capacity.

Potentially, judgments and attorney’s fees could run into the millions of dollars in those cases.

McLennan County officials including County Judge Scott Felton and members of the Commissioners’ Court have similarly indicated they will not testify about the insurance issue because to do so would be a violation of the Texas Open Meetings Act if they are all situated in the same courtroom outside of an official session of Commissioners’ Court.

Paid Spy Turns Hostile Witness In Mahleur Trial


Terri Linnel got her thirty pieces of silver to spy on the people who occupied the Mahleur Refuge; when it came time to testify, she told the story her way, not the way the prosecutor wanted her to tell it.


© Gary Hunt
Outpost of Freedom
October 12, 2016

{October 6, 2015} Reprinted with the author’s permission

On Friday, September 30, 2016, I received a phone call from someone I had spoken with before.  This call, however, brought to light the extent of the government’s efforts, often misguided, to do what the country used only to do to foreign nations and enemies.  Now, it has become a modern practice of government to pay people to infiltrate and inform.  It works even better when infiltration is not necessary, as that person is already considered a member of the community that is the target of the spying.  Now, that is a rather harsh word, but the tactics of government can be considered nothing less than any other form of spying, throughout the ages.

Nowadays, they have access to almost all electronic media, where the can grab phone conversations, emails, Facebook pages, and any other internet communications.  They have parabolic microphones that can listen to conversations from over 100 yards away.  They have bugs, electronic listening devices that require no wiring and have a battery life of days, weeks, or even months.

They still, however, want someone who can testify, when necessary, and gather information that is not random, as with other methods, but can be directed, by asking questions.  And, this is about one of those human resources, aka “CI” or confidential informant.

That phone call and some email correspondence eventually resulted in a  quasi-affidavit as to the role that this person played in the recent events of Burns, Oregon.

Now, don’t jump to conclusions.  It is rather ironic that the government subsidized a patriot’s trip to Burns to cook for the very people that were to be spied upon.  All expenses were paid, and at the conclusion; a cash windfall was also provided.

But, let’s hear the story from the other party in that phone call.  This is her story:

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To Whom It May Concern:

I, Terri R. Linnell, aka Momma Bear, swear and affirm everything here is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Now many of you think I’m a fed, or informant, or whatever because of rumors created by Jaime M. Hawley, aka Jaime Spears Aldazabal in 2014. That’s simply not true, but those rumors later did give me the ability to take advantage of a unique opportunity, which I did do.

In March of 2015, a year later, I had 2 officers, stating they were US Marshalls, come to my house to ask me questions about Jack Farrell of one of the Carolina’s, whom I had met at a protest in DC in May of 2014. He was a young man who was very impulsive. In December of 2014 he had shot two people in the back of the head and stolen their car to see his girlfriend in another state. I know of nobody who felt his actions were in anyway acceptable, so I sat down with these officers. Eventually the topic led to the real reason they were there… the militia. Specifically, the militia he belonged to. They read me a list of names, of which I knew none, except one. I suspected the one was a test question for honesty, so I admitted to knowing Manny Vega and explained everyone knows him. If you’ve been to DC to protest, he’s there. I later called Manny and told him. The one US Marshal told me he was a local Detective, and double badged.

Later in the summer of 2015 I started meeting with the Detective, and one woman of the FBI, I will call ‘Martha’, who turned out to actually be the local Domestic Terrorism Team in San Diego. I saw both their badges on that first meeting and both worked on the team as a Joint Task Force. Since then I’ve met several times with the woman and she always brings a second person, but that person differs from meeting to meeting. The Detective is no longer at any meetings. Only the first few he was there. We have a regular meeting spot in a shopping center.

They track local groups, such as Militia, Oathkeepers, III%, Sovereign Citizens, Black Lives Matter, Occupy, KKK, as part of their jobs. I was asked to go to OathKeeper meetings and report back my thoughts on their leader. I did so. I reported he was very nice. A leader who clearly did not have any nefarious intentions. I never once saw him break the law, or attempt to do so. It wasn’t his style. The group was quite small, and nobody was what is called a sovereign citizen.

A III% group opened up in our area and I joined. I worked my way up to potentially the leader. When I told the DT Team I was up for nomination, they told me I couldn’t lead it and still work with them. It would create a conflict of interest if anything were to go to court, or if anything went wrong with any of the members they would be held responsible with me as a leader. At that point my decision was to lead if I was asked, and break it off with the DT Team. I was not nominated, so I continued working with the DT team. Why do you ask would I have taken the position? To get a good group of people started in the right direction and find a leader once the group was established to take over.

On January 2, 2016, Ammon Bundy had moved his protest to the Refuge. I notified ‘Martha’, but that’s all. She asked me to follow it. I sent her public articles.

I wanted to go so bad. I was very sick and had barely not been hospitalized. My doctor said on Friday if I hadn’t seen him when I did, it would have been full pneumonia by the end of the weekend. Then my son had totaled my car. My husband was putting in a new tranny in a car we had just bought. Between Christmas, the doctor bills, and the car, we were flat broke. God just was stopping me dead in my tracks. Ugh.

Later ‘Martha’ told me they were considering sending me to the compound, which is what she called the Refuge in Oregon. By then I had a running car and I was well. I jumped at the chance. Finally, God was letting me go! By this time, I was hearing reports from the movement that it was a no fly zone, and that all 911 services were removed from the area, including to the neighboring ranchers. I did not get this verified with ‘Martha’. I can’t recall if I even asked her.

On the day before I left, a Monday, January 11, 2016, I met with ‘Martha’ for a situation type update and a briefing on the rules, etc. She gave me $1000 cash for the trip. I was to keep receipts. I was allowed up to $80 a day for a hotel. Food expenses were so lavish, I don’t even remember the amount it was so ridiculous.

The situation on the ground according to ‘Martha’ was they were very concerned there was a bad influence on Ammon Bundy. Their attempts to get any informants into the compound failed. She was very concerned if I stayed at the compound I’d be found out. She was also concerned for my safety. I assured her I would have no problem. She eventually was ok with me going to the refuge, but I know she was very worried for me. ‘Martha’ also told me not to carry a gun there. Absolutely not. Although I always carry at a protest, I conceded and went along with it, but we did compromise to let me travel with my gun, since I was a woman driving there alone. I should point out, I drive, not fly. I travel alone most of the time and I am not comfortable without my car. I prefer to arrive and leave when I choose, and not be reliant on others.

I woke up in the dark the next morning on the 12th and started my drive. When I stopped for a rest I would call ‘Martha’ and tell her where I was. Many of the miles I couldn’t even get my Pandora to work the cell reception was so horrible. I remember seeing a sign saying not to use cellular devices in such a remote location I could see no houses and had no reception. What a waste of a sign. I went through California, then Nevada, and dropped into Oregon.

Once I hit Oregon on the 78 West, I was pulled over by a State Trooper. The first thing she told me was everything was being recorded and pointed to her body cam. I was going 75. She told me the speed limit was 55. I was honestly surprised, because I try my best to read all the signs, especially those when I enter a new state. That’s often times when speed limits change. Somehow I had missed it, I guess. She let me off with a warning and told me basically the whole state was 55. I immediately set my cruise control for 55 when I returned to speed. (Pls note the speed limit said 65 on the photo of Devine Pass) I then hit my next turn, the 205. Google maps told me to take a right. I did, even though I saw a previous sign saying the refuge was to make a left. The 205 ended up turning into the 395, called the Devine Pass. It was drop dead beautiful there. Well named, because it did look like God had truly touched the earth. Windy roads, tall pine trees, and beautiful rock formations jutting out on the steep cliffs. I never knew those type of formations were in any other state besides Utah. As the sun set it started to snow. This was only my second time ever driving in the snow. My first time was many years ago in Pennsylvania when I was 16 and my dad was sitting next to me, teaching me what to look for in snowy conditions. As the snow got thicker on the road I kept going slower and slower. It was pitch dark. I was down to about 20 mph, white knuckling it, almost sweating, when a car zoomed past me. The snow blew away! Well, I then realized it was what they call powder and increased my speed.

This is about the time I realized I was lost. I was supposed to have been there by now. Once I got out of the pass and saw signs of life, I found a man driving a snow plow. He told me he didn’t know where the refuge was, but thought it was maybe the back in which I had come. Ugh. I called into the refuge for directions, because I did know the phone number of one person there. Reception was still very spotty. As I was driving back down through Devine Pass, I asked the woman to text me the directions, because I would receive the texts when I got reception. This helped a lot and I finally made it there. I had been about 50 or so miles in the other direction. I was on empty, but knew if I needed gas, there would be some at the protest site and wasn’t worried. Large protests like these get plenty of supplies with each person bringing extra of what they have for others. I met those in the chow hall and was assigned a bunk. There was one other man in my room, and a couple. I was almost immediately told there was a real Judge and two US Marshals also staying at the protest. I was curious about that, but would figure it all out later.

The next day, the 13th, I found out there was a gas station only 6 miles away. I got a list of what was needed for the Chow Hall and left. I stopped for gas and then went into the town of Burns. For a town with only a few thousand people, it was much larger than I expected. I live in a town 5 times that size and still only have one main street for all the shopping. I suspect I was followed there by the ‘Judge’. Once his truck left, I called ‘Martha’ to tell her I arrived safely. Then I got the groceries and supplies needed. I spent about $150.

On one of these beginning days, one of the local ranchers did a big barbeque for us with all the fixings. I talked with him, thanking him. He had butchered a pig for us, and smoked it at home. We had a large spread of delicious cole slaw (which is the first time I ever liked cole slaw), smoked pig, and numerous other delicious foods. Everyone was there along with some other ranchers. We probably had a good 80 people come and go.

The 14th I went to town again, with Deb and Corey. Deb and I picked up a tail at the grocery store. There was only one in town. Corey was in the store with us and told us to hurry up, that we were being watched. I looked around and did see a man in a suit watching us. By the time we got out to the parking lot, a police car drove by while we were unloading groceries. We got in the car to go to Deb’s bank. The police car must have doubled back on us, because he was behind us before we got to the bank. He turned on his lights. I pulled over in the bank parking lot. Deb went to the bank, while I got out of my car and dealt with the police. Corey stayed in the car. The officer said my tail light was out. I was again surprised. He didn’t write me a ticket, he just asked me what I was in town for, where I was staying, etc. I was surprised at the question, so he said they were trying to pay attention to who was where because of all the hubbub. I told him I was staying with friends in town, that I came because of all the news, but I didn’t know what the address was I was staying at. By then Deb was out of the bank, talking with the other officer. I walked up to Deb and asked her if we had our friends address in town. She said she didn’t know either. Then I walked back to the officer who I was talking to and we struck up small talk. He said he had come from nine hours away, and pointed towards his truck. I said wow, that must be hard on your department to handle things at home with so many officers away. We all wrapped up the convos and I drove back to the protest. I do not know what would have happened if we had said we were part of the protest, but I do think at a minimum we would have been brought in for questioning, so did Corey and Deb.

That night Melissa told me Jaime Hawley was coming the next day. I was furious. She’s a gossip queen and has no business at a protest like this. Please realize, gossip is a sin worthy enough for the Bible, and I’ve come to find out personally from Jaime how sinister it is when she accused me of being a fed two years previous. Jaime is the type of person who thrives on discord, and if a situation were ever to occur, she’d be standing in the middle of it, crying like a toddler, lost and frozen, only thinking of herself, not able to take a direction from anyone… and I bet my bottom dollar she’d be at the bottom of the gossip, covered in a nest of lies and half truths. She always has food for everyone, pays for campsites, her own cabin, etc. Jaime also keeps in constant contact with the protester she’s going to meet up with during her drive. In this case, it was Melissa Cooper.

On Friday the 15th , (I thought it was Saturday, but arrest records say it was Friday) Melissa Cooper and a couple others went into town. She kept telling me how great it was because they sent the stickers for the trucks to the refuge, so they could drive them on the road. I was in the chow hall when the call came in that Ken had been arrested for driving the truck. The other man was safe, but needed picked up. It got real hectic quick. I said I would go get him, and grabbed my stuff. The guys didn’t want me taking anyone with them, because they worried their militia gear would not look good. I grabbed a media person, Jon, and left. He thought for sure he’d be arrested. I said no, it’s just a retrieval, we’ll be fine. Please note, I was not immune from the law. If I did something wrong, I would have been arrested, ticketed, etc. I was required to follow the law. If I did get picked up for any reason, I was to just give them my name and keep my mouth shut. The FBI would at some point see my name, and take care of it. I’m still scratching my head over the fact that I could have been picked up merely for going to a protest, but that was the atmosphere.

Jaime arrived late that afternoon. Kricket had driven Jaime from Vegas, and apparently Jaime flew from FL to Vegas to meet up with Kricket. Everyone knew how I felt, so when I confronted Jaime on the lies and gossip she’s said against me, and told her to leave, she was ushered into the Coopers room. She did not come out until Blaine came out, yelling, obviously upset, and told us that his kids were taken by CPS. They were supposed to be coming for a visit to see their parents that weekend. Jaime was standing behind Blaine, sniffling, with tears in her eyes.

When I went out by the fire after dinner, several of the guys said to me I was right… the drama came with Jaime, just as I’d predicted. The next day Jaime came out to fill her plate with breakfast, and she and Kricket left at around 11 am. I heard they stayed in a hotel in Burns and did not return to Vegas, where Kricket lived.

Pretty quick I figured out the ‘Judge’ knew the Bible better than the law and that it was the judge causing the commotion ‘Martha’ was concerned about. I did not believe he was a real judge. He had two men with him, the ‘US Marshals’. One seemed very well trained. I attempted small talk with him. His name was Marshall Smitty I think. I asked him where he got his training and he said no place. I told him I was surprised, because he reminded me of how the Navy Seals at the Amphib base acted with how he carried himself. The other guy with him laughed and said to him I called it well. Smitty said thank you to me. I walked away. Another time in the kitchen I heard the ‘Judge’ say he wasn’t a US citizen. I was about 10 feet away, and replied loudly, “I’m a proud United States citizen and I feel that only a United States citizen should be able to take the Oath to uphold and defend the Constitution of the United States from all enemies, foreign and domestic.” After that, the crowd around ‘Judge Bruce’ was a lot smaller. That night he offered to swear in anyone who wanted to be a US Marshal the next day. As far as I know, not one person did.

To give an idea of what it was like, we had many people coming and going, bringing food and supplies, wood, clothing, boots, mattresses, blankets, sleeping bags, and anything else we needed. Often times they travelled a long way to see us. Sometimes they arranged to stay in town, other times they would bunk with us. Local ranchers, business and home owners would come from neighboring counties, some to bring us stuff, others begging for our help where they are, too. This put a lot of pressure on Ammon to help them. We also had a plane that looked like a little Cessna, always flying during the day. I think the guys tracked it at four loops, then refuel.

The weekends were typically very busy. Many people would come in support when they weren’t at work. At this time we had plenty of help in the kitchen, unloading and organizing supplies, taking watches, etc. Please realize, I’ve been to a lot of protests over the years. Typically, the police protect the protesters and anti-protesters. It’s very normal to see guns at protests, or where the protesters stay. The police have them. The protesters travel with them. Normally, the police are very careful to keep the two groups separate, protesters and anti-protesters. In the protests where we’ve had our own ‘security’, their job is to alleviate the police’s duties, such as helping stop traffic during marches, providing medical aid, etc, so the police don’t need so many officers and can continue their regular duties. This is especially important in larger protests. This is the first protest where there was no police protection. This naturally added to the duties of our ‘security’.

About every other day two men would come to the chow hall as anti-protesters. The first time I talked with the tall one, and he seemed in agreement about federal land needing to be more locally run. I was surprised when he returned the second time. That time the other guy, an older man, held a sign saying “Keep our land public”. I said to the older man, in front of the press, “It’s not a King’s forest.” He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye, like he agreed. I went in and got some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and offered it around to everyone. When I offered it to the guy holding the sign, he again looked at me with surprise and had a twinkle in his eye. It was like we had a secret game, move and counter move. When I offered it to the tall guy, he took one. (The tall guy later ended up being called out by Santilli for being at the airport where the feds were set up)

I called in to ‘Martha’ almost every day. Usually I just stood outside the chow hall and chatted with her. Every time I was asked about 5 or so individuals. Ammon Bundy, Ryan Bundy, Jon Ritzheimer, Blaine Cooper, Ryan Payneand Pete Santilli. I was asked about Joe O’Shaughnessy, but I explained he wasn’t there, that I heard he was staying in town. I was also asked about where the weapons were kept. I explained there was no stash, no warehouse, it was just people’s personal weapons. I also said all weapons were legal that I saw.

Now realize, ‘Martha’ told me things, too. The weekend before I left she told me the FBI knew Ammon was not at the refuge. She told me they had someone closer than me there, too. (This was before I saw McConnell there. I’m positive there’s another informant.) She asked me if Ammon was going to return. I said I’d heard Ammon’s family was coming, and that I’m sure he’d be back.

Well, back to the subject. On Thursday, January 21st , Melissa Cooper asked me if I knew where the sign in book was. I said I hadn’t seen it. She said she noticed it missing the day before, on the 20th . On Friday at dinner I asked Melissa about the book, and she said it never turned up. I then told Ammon the sign in book was missing. I know this sounds like something mute, but wait for it…

Freaky Friday. Yes, I’ve got to talk about freaky Friday. First, let me tell you about an incident that happened either Thursday morning or Friday morning. The press was there. We were opening mail to put in the burn barrel. One box was a box of shit with maggots crawling around. We threw it in the barrel, but unlike the norm, we did not stand around the barrel for warmth. Who wanted to stand around burning shit? I went inside. Then I heard a shot fired, very loud. I went back outside. It turned out to be someone had shit on ammo and mailed it. One of the members of the press really was very interested in the negative mail. Ryan Bundy asked him to specifically not print it, because it would cause more mail like that. The guy seemed undeterred. I walked up to him a few minutes later, and told him if he printed that story about the box of shit with ammo, that yes, he had freedom of press, but not to the point to make a situation dangerous. I told him flat out, looked him straight in the eye, if I found he printed that he would have to deal with me. (I found out later he heeded my warning. It was not printed.)

I called ‘Martha’ about this. I was very upset anyone was put in danger. She seemed uninterested, even after I pointed out mailing ammo in the US mail was a felony. She didn’t know it was a felony. That day on the whole was eerily quiet. There was no plane flying. Things seemed ‘off’. After dark, then we heard it. I was in the kitchen doing dishes when it flew by so low, so loud, I ducked. I ran outside, wondering if it had landed or something. The guys were all animated too, saying they thought it was a drone, because it had a big light on the bottom of it, pointing straight down. After that we did hear the Cessna… without running lights. The moon was almost full, I could see the plane, but no lights. It did the typical laps, just like it was daytime.

The next day was awesome. We had a huge Harney County Resource Center grand day opening. A lot more protesters showed up, and we escorted them to the opening ceremony.

I left that night. I told everyone I would be back in a week, that my daughter was flying into town from Utah. The guard at the gate said I will be missed. I didn’t know who he was because he had a ski mask on, it was so cold out there. I stopped somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, because there was a sign that said next gas station was 82 miles. Whatever gas station was nearby, I couldn’t find. It opened the next morning at 9 am. Town with a population of 14. I arrived home that night. Sunday the 24th .

Tuesday the 26th of January is a day I will never forget. I was sitting on my mom’s blue couch visiting with them. My daughter was in the chair across from me. My cell phone rang and I answered it. It was about 4:30 pm. My friend said twitter was blowing up, Ammon was arrested, someone was shot or dead. That was the initial story. I immediately called Deb at the refuge. I later texted her Lavoy was dead. I called again around 7 pm. She said it was calm there. They’re serving dinner. I called some friends in San Diego, to see if they were going to help get the people at the refuge out. They said there was a conference call in the morning to determine what to do. There was a primary contact in Burns who would be on the call. The next day I found out everyone was told to ‘stand by’. Nothing would be done.

I met with ‘Martha’ a few days later and gave her the change from the money for expenses, plus the receipts. I was still livid. Emotional. Torn up. Downright hostile. Those feelings didn’t go away easily. I don’t think they ever will go all the way away, they’re just not as raw as they were. We met the following week, where she gave me $3000 for my ‘pay’. I really don’t know what I did to deserve any pay. Lavoy was dead, and the FBI did as they pleased, not listening to anything I said. But I guess the goal was achieved, all the people they kept asking about were arrested. Who cares if those men broke the law or not, right? That’s not how I feel at all. I care deeply our laws are upheld. I care deeply our police remain neutral and protect citizens equally. I did ask what was the reason for the ‘routine traffic stop’. Martha’s answer is that they have a right to pull over someone when a phone call is received. I didn’t push the point, but knew instantly that was a typical response when an officer does not have cause to get access. The officer must still see something illegal. Most people thinks this response means they must give access and concede.

Between the phone calls and meetings I was told two important things: One, that the person who signed the doc to send the FBI to Oregon came from the ‘highest command possible’. ‘Martha’ explained further and said it was the President.  This is further evidenced when the Oregon governor appealed to the President to end the occupation of the refuge sooner. Second, ‘Martha’ said the FBI had the sign in book.

Lavoy’s funeral was February 5th , 2016. It was open casket. There were several local police outside. Everyone was cordial. Over 2500 showed up from all over the country. Jaime Hawley showed up, driving a vehicle with Florida plates. Blaine Cooper was there. This is when I found out about John Day. PPN was supposed to provide a convoy type escort for the two vehicles. They never showed. When I returned home from the funeral I called my San Diego friends and informed them PPN had dropped the ball. They said that was crucial information regarding the ‘stand by’ that was done. I would say more about the funeral, but I’m still too emotional.

On February 10th I received a call to pick some guys up in Mesquite, since Joker J had just been arrested. I did. They stayed with me for 2 weeks. No, I did not harbor any fugitives. There were no public arrest warrants or indictments released. I was called by ‘Martha’ to go to the local Lavoy Rally. I did so in order to not call attention to anyone staying with me.

Since then, I have not given ‘Martha’ any information besides public information of news articles. In the last meeting, on September 21, a Sunday, I was asked what the movement’s support was in the Presidential race. I said it was more split before the primaries, but not that Bernie is out, many are supporting Gary Johnson. Most are supporting Trump.

Let me tell you about these men being targeted.

Ammon Bundy: Very well spoken. Strong moral fiber. He’s the type of man who is free, unlike most. Most people think ‘what if’. Ammon is a free man and walks this earth as a free man. He doesn’t recognize fear. Anyone can disagree with Ammon, yet he’ll still give them the shirt off his back if they need it, disagreeing or not. Never carried a weapon.

Ryan Bundy: Not quite as well spoken as Ammon, but his strong point is law and legal terms. Strong moral fiber is woven within him and how he sees the law. He is also a free man. Obviously these men were raised together. Carried a pistol, nothing more.

Shawna Cox: She seemed to me to be an administrative assistant or secretary type. She was always seen carrying paperwork and folders in her arms. Never carried a weapon.

David Fry: Young, he had an interest in philosophy, religion. Loved to learn. What I remember best about him is his sleeping on the couch. He would be sitting straight up, then hunch over, practically folding himself in half and he was out. For hours he’d sleep in that position, with his head resting on his legs. Never carried a weapon.

Ken: I only briefly saw walking from a vehicle into a room. Later that day he was arrested.

I don’t believe I knew the other men at all.

Concerns after the fact and reviewing evidence. Who stole the sign in book and why was it placed into evidence 4 days before it was stolen.

The ‘routine traffic stop’ was not in any way, shape or form a traffic stop. There must be a reason to pull someone over. None given. Why did that public FBI statement on their website get rewritten, and all articles in all media was edited. This is pretty clear evidence that the media is required to put out stories according to political whim. Why was there no warrant. The search warrant was done after the fact. One would think the govt had figured out if there was a crime before the arrest. It’s not like anything these people did was hidden.

The 65 mph sign, looks new to me in the video ‘McConnell Secret Recording’ search. Did they lower the speed limits in the area? There is a woman that swears McConnell was in her old classroom at the school and that the video was NOT taken with PPN as McConnell said.

Ammon Bundy, Joe O’Shaughnessy, Jon Ritzheimer, and Blaine Cooper were all targeted, all from Arizona. Did McConnell tell lies to the FBI because of his dislike of these people? Three of the four all were part of some sort of militia.  Is that why ‘Martha’ swore up and down if I saw the evidence, I would agree with her? McConnell is arrogant and derogatory. Very demeaning. To him, he’s the real thing, and all others are wanna-be’s.

As far as doing this all again. I’m undecided if I even helped any of these men by doing what I did. I’ll know more once the trial is over.

More importantly, would I do another operation in this manner? No. I found the FBI all knowing, distrustful, political pawns. As ‘Martha’ said, the FBI does everything ‘big’. Big is not better, sorry to say. The sheriff failed to do his job. The FBI should have then asked why he refused to protect the protesters. Instead, they encouraged him. When they were told that a man from Grant County said the Grant County Sheriff told him the Harney County Sheriff asked for his help, that he wanted the protesters all dead. ‘Kill them all’. Yes, the FBI was told, and now the Grant County Sheriff is being investigated. Go figure. Was it something I said? Probably. By telling the FBI evidence that all did not seem as it appears, and to look deeper, they instead used that to destroy good people. Political? Absolutely. The movement was growing. Across the nation people were standing up, shaking off their fears… if the FBI hadn’t broke the law and killed someone, this would still be happening. People would still be standing up. If they had simply walked up to Ammon with an arrest warrant, people would still be standing up. Their goal was to strike fear in regular people, continue the oppression that was so clear in Oregon, and everywhere else I’ve traveled.

Therefore, please realize not only is this important to know, but know all is not as it appears. We have a very powerful enemy and our names are on his desk. He hates we woke up the nation. He hates he can’t control us. We represent the one thing he hates most. American Pride. American Independence. I’m currently being tested. I was given a name of a local to check out. How do I know this is a test? I’m not stupid. They’ve never given me a name before. I’ve had to figure things out myself. Why the change, when they should be trusting me less?

/s/ Terri R. Linnell

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Terri testified at the trial, Tuesday, October 11th.  She was not called by her benefactors, the government.  Instead, she was a witness for the defense, specifically, David Fry, though all of the other Defendants, as well as the government, had an opportunity to examine her.

According to reports from the courthouse, her testimony was very contrary to what the government wanted from someone that they paid over $3000 to.  But, they knew her testimony would not serve them very well.  However, they could not, under any conceivable argument, argue that their paid informant could not take the stand for the Defense.

Terri’s testimony refutes many of the government’s claims, including display of weapons, leadership, and any danger posed by the occupation.  She had nothing but praise for the Patriots.  She also refused to let the Prosecution put words in her mouth.  Though they didn’t proffer the FBI reports as evidence, they appeared to read from them.  However, when they stated something contrary to fact, Terri would say that she didn’t say that.

We must wonder how the jury perceived testimony from someone the government “planted” into the group, and then supports the Defendants position with her truthful statements.  It has to be very embarrassing to realize that she got no dirt, when that was her task.  What more can be said of the fallacy of the entire government line.

I trust that this will put to rest the accusations that have been made against Terri over the past week.  And, I pose this question to you; who else has managed to get the government to pay expenses and $3,000 for to go to Burns and cook for the Patriots?


This article can be found on line at Burns Chronicles No 32 – Terri Linnell (Mama Bear)


Globalist Of The Back Room, Patriot In Front, Madame Pants Suit Erases Borders In Global Terms


I’m kind of far removed from the struggles of the middle class because the life I’ve lived and the economic, you know, fortunes that my husband and I now enjoy. And I am not taking a position on any policy, but I do think there is a growing sense of anxiety and even anger in the country over the feeling that the game is rigged.” – Madame Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton in a paid speech at Goldman-Black Rock, 2/4/14

Wikileaks’ “October Surprise” arrived late in a collection of e-mails released by a beleaguered Julian Assange on Friday after partisan politicians sneered it wouldn’t happen on Wednesday.

Out of the mass of information, two cables sent in April and May of 2013 provide a candid Portrait of the Secretary as a Globalist.

Hillary Clinton denounced American sovereignty in a florid call for the elimination of borders and trade protection throughout the Western Hemisphere, calling for a regional government.

My dream is a hemispheric common market, with open trade and open borders, sometime in the future with energy that is as green and sustainable as we can get it, powering growth and opportunity for every person in the hemisphere. [05162013 Remarks to Banco Itau.doc, p. 28]

If that means trucking auto parts from Mexico under the customs seal of a Transit and Excise Bond, and having finished automobiles and trucks imported from Canada while by-passing the idled steel mills, foundries, stamping mills and assembly plants of the U.S.A., then she’s predicting the days of future passed by – oh, let’s say, nearly three decades, something like that?

Meanwhile, back on the Ponderosa, people wander the crumbling streets of a once mighty manufacturing nation with shopping carts until living with no money and no future drives them completely crazy and lady lawyers in pants suits coordinate the legal means to have them hauled away to some mental institution, jail, or “group home” to die.

Locking people up becomes a growth industry, paid for by taxpayers, on a cost plus basis.

Open borders? That means anyone who says their local government at home is subjecting them to oppression can come on in, get a grant, an education, medical benefits, and the right to stay if they will only get pregnant, have a kid, and apply for welfare. Such a deal.

And then there’s the Trans Pacific Partnership, which is what the Bushido warriors of the Imperial Japanese Army called the “Pacific Economic Co-Prosperity Sphere.” Sounds great until they drop the ramp on the landing craft and the surf runs red with American blood on some forgotten coral atoll half a world distant.

Please, don’t ask the guys who were there why all those heros dove on grenades to save the lives of their buddies. It’s kind of a strain trying to word your answer so that your interlocutor doesn’t figure out those heros were already dead and their fellow soldiers threw their bodies on the grenade to save themselves. Let’s talk about a bigger, better flat-screen TV made in Shanghai by slaves of the state, imported without any real semblance of trade protection.

Who needs it?

Secondly, I think we have to have a concerted plan to increase trade already under the current circumstances, you know, that Inter-American Development Bank figure is pretty surprising. There is so much more we can do, there is a lot of low hanging fruit but businesses on both sides have to make it a priority and it’s not for governments to do but governments can either make it easy or make it hard and we have to resist, protectionism, other kinds of barriers to market access and to trade and I would like to see this get much more attention and be not just a policy for a year under president X or president Y but a consistent one.” [05162013 Remarks to Banco Itau.doc, p. 32]

Low hanging fruit? That makes me nervous, when taken in the context of the stark reality of completely desperate people suddenly deprived of powerful psychotropic drugs who hang themselves in for-profit jails every day. Besides, there was something about the dreaded run-on sentence, something they kept hammering and yammering about – way back there – in high school, back in the bad old days, back in the U.S.A.

Now, then, about the smoke-filled, back-room political deals it takes to get things done in the emerging, global world of regional citizenship, fueled by open markets and free trade – the one with no borders. That world, the one in the big, blue map in polar projection, the ONE World, the one right there in the background.

If everybody’s watching – well, you know – “people get a little nervous, to say the least.”

Clinton: “But If Everybody’s Watching, You Know, All Of The Back Room Discussions And The Deals, You Know, Then People Get A Little Nervous, To Say The Least. So, You Need Both A Public And A Private Position.”

CLINTON: You just have to sort of figure out how to — getting back to that word, “balance” — how to balance the public and the private efforts that are necessary to be successful, politically, and that’s not just a comment about today. That, I think, has probably been true for all of our history, and if you saw the Spielberg movie, Lincoln, and how he was maneuvering and working to get the 13th Amendment passed, and he called one of my favorite predecessors, Secretary Seward, who had been the governor and senator from New York, ran against Lincoln for president, and he told Seward, I need your help to get this done.

And Seward called some of his lobbyist friends who knew how to make a deal, and they just kept going at it. I mean, politics is like sausage being made. It is unsavory, and it always has been that way, but we usually end up where we need to be.

But if everybody’s watching, you know, all of the back room discussions and the deals, you know, then people get a little nervous, to say the least. So, you need both a public and a private position. And finally, I think — I believe in evidence-based decision making. I want to know what the facts are. I mean, it’s like when you guys go into some kind of a deal, you know, are you going to do that development or not, are you going to do that renovation or not, you know, you look at the numbers. You try to figure out what’s going to work and what’s not going to work. [Clinton Speech For National Multi-Housing Council, 4/24/13]

National Multi-Housing Council? What’s that, a FEMA Camp?

By the way, have you seen the Speilberg movie, the one about Lincoln? I thought I’d give it a miss. I was busy keeping an eye on old Gorgeous George – you know, The Donald. Here’s a guy who was born on a Monopoly Board, a hard-headed realist of a business man who borrowed a mere pittance of $15 million from his daddy and learned how to settle debts for pennies on the dollar. Wonder how that will work out with corporate, back in Shanghai? They don’t look like they’re the least bit nervous, to me.

So mote it be.

– The Legendary

BEHOLD: The Minority Report, channeling Lenny Bruce in a graveyard