This is a long story broken into sections. It is a story that needs to be told and I hope you will pass it on and help me tell it. We are told by the government that we are in a war and that much is true. But you are not being told who the real villains are as I am.

For years I, like many of you, have been sitting back and analyzing the methods, the plans and the history of the New World Order, a term given to us by George Bush Sr. I traced Bush’s activities from his presence in Dallas at the murder of President Kennedy to the importation of drugs through Operation Watch Tower. The statement of Col. Edward P. Cutolo, regarding Bush’s protection of the Israelis involved in the importation of drugs in conjunction with Manuel Noriega in Panama, the murder of William Tyree’s wife and the framing of Tyree for the murder, and his subsequent imprisonment for life in Walpole prison.  (Whole document published in the last issue of the Free American for the first time.)

I got Cutolo’s notorized statement from a Vietnam Vet in Sturgis many years ago. The Vet had got the document from the NSA where it had been held by a Paul Neri for over a decade. After I got the document, the paranoia set in and I drove hundreds of miles in the middle of the night south through Colorado, stopping every hour on the hour on a dark deserted Colorado highway, leaving my wife and young boys in the cab of the truck while I walked back a hundred feet, ostensibly to take a leak, but hiding in bushes with my pistol to see if anyone was following us.

On the drive back to Florida, the thought occurred to me that everyone of the men mentioned in the Cutolo document was dead, murdered by Israelis, except Tyree who was in prison. So sitting there in the dark at the side of the highway, I felt a little foolish but when I ran the story in my motorcycle magazine the next month and was visited and threatened by bikers identifying themselves as CIA, I did not feel so foolish.

“We are going to let you live because this document has been discredited during the Noriega trial. But don’t ever publish something like this again!”

During this period of time, I tracked down William Tyree’s mother, got in touch with him in Walpole, sent a copy of the Cutolo Document to William Jefferson Clinton while he was running against Bush, much to Tyree’s amusement.

“Clay, you will here a lot about a little place in Arkansas in the coming years called Mena.  It was Bill Clinton’s job to keep the cops off of that airport. That was where Barry Seal flew the Cocaine that we unloaded in Allbrook Airbase in Panama.to America.”

I did not follow the advice of the Biker Spooks. I closed my little Rider’s Exchange down in Miami, moved to New Mexico to help revive Indian Motorcycles and started publishing the Free American from a little isolated place called Bingham, New  Mexico. Before the move to New Mexico I sat and watched the Federal Government murder the men women and 17 little children in the Branch Davidian Church in the tiny town of Elk, Texas.  Because Elk did not have the recognition the lapdog media needed, the incident was referred to as the Waco Massacre.

It was this incident that led to my participation in forming the Militias around the country along with men like John Trockmann, of the Militia of Montana. The way the Media covered Waco by taking government press releases, led to the formation of the Free American.

 I and the others who followed US Law in organizing the organizations that founded this country and included every able-bodied American between the ages of 18 and 45  were demonized by organizations like the Anti Defamation League (Armed and Dangerous) and Morris Dees’ Southern Poverty Law Center (False Patriots)

            After OKC Federal Building Bombing, the militias were targeted by the same  organizations . I was active in the campaign of Charles Collins for President, Charles, the first Republican to sign up for the race, was trying to tell the American people that we could buy back the Federal Reserve and eliminate the trillions in National Debt. But few Americans ever knew that Charles Collins was running for President. Why? Because every time Charles got up to speak at every Republican Caucus every cameraman from ABC, NBC and CBS turned their cameras off and pointed them at the ground! The only press given us was in SPLC’s one shot slam piece “False Patriots” where I, Clay Douglas, the publisher of the Free American, was sandwiched in between Presidential candidate Charles Collins and Freedom fighting Colorado Senator Charlie Duke.

                      The fear generated by the OKC bombing and distrust generated by the mainstream press lost the Free American advertisers. But sales of products, books and videos generated by the magazine and the worldwide shortwave show kept us going. I had the help of a local rancher and my wife and sons but I felt I could do better in a larger city and with a different format so I went to Phoenix and started another motorcycle magazine call Thunder Riders.  This magazine, with the help of my sons, took off and began generating revenue. We published both titles and the mail order business in New Mexico prospered.

             Then 9-11 happened and I was on top of it, coming to the same conclusions then as many people and scholars have come to since. On my radio show, I questioned the theory that a CIA operative out of Afghanistan had anything to do with the destruction of the twin towers and publicly called it an exaggerated case of “Jewish Lightning”. My cover featured Building Number 7 and asked why did it fall? Inside I had the new Video I had made of the first Homeland Security Meeting featuring Col John Brinkerhoff formerly with FEMA, briefing law Enforcement at Sandia Labs. “In case of a single outbreak of Smallpox in a major metropolitan area, we’ll need 400,000 Well Armed, Well Trained, Organized, Diciplined troops to control the American people because some of them just won’t follow orders.” 

            He is asked if he is talking about the National Guard.

            “No. They will be in Afghanistan, Iraq or some place like that. Besides they are too expensive. We need a Cheap source of Well Armed, Well Trained, Organized, Diciplined  troops.”

            Chinese or 22 million illegals?  Your guess is good as mine. The film also featured me asking why we would need more troops to control the American people than we needed to invade Iraq.

            The ink on that issue had not even dried when I made a call home and asked my son where he needed me to go next.

            Then everything came apart and my reality changed totally

            “Go down 24^th Street. Turn left at McDowell. Go to the Wheel Shop.”

            Unknowingly I violated two of my cardinal rules. “Every phone I use is tapped.” And “Every four wheeler is out to kill me.”

            It was not for months later that America learned that all of our phones are tapped under the new War on Terror.

            Two blocks before McDowell, a woman with a history of drug busts, driving a borrowed car, with dubious ID, no insurance, and no permanent residence that I could ascertain months later, hit me on my Road King hard enough to roll it over me three times and smash my head against a curb. The ambulance drivers told the emergency room doctors I fought them all the way. I didn’t want to get on the stretcher, didn’t want to get in the ambulance. I assume that means I was conscious when I got to the hospital but then the doctors in three hospitals decided a diet of Halcyon, Haldol, Valium and Morphine were necessary to keep me unconscious for three months.

            Once in a fourth hospital, I was taken off all drugs and amazingly, two days off the drugs I was mobile, coherent and just a little angry at what I thought had been done to me.  My paranoia was heightened when two agents or cops in blue pin striped suits asked me if I had been hallucinating and told me I could thank them for that. They said they didn’t like me publishing Thunder Riders.

            “Why Thunder Riders? That is a motorcycle magazine. The Free American is the one I expose all you spooks in?”

            But the Free American was gone. My boys did not have the expertise to publish it. Thunder Riders was still a source of income. That is why they, who ever “They” were, did not like it.

            A woman showed up and wanted to give me an injection and when I refused, she brought in four security guards to hold me down so she could give me that shot. I convinced the guard, in what I still consider the best bluff of my life, that it would not be in their interests to try and do that. A week later I was deemed well enough to get out of the hospital.

            Most of my subscribers and listener know the story to this point. They know that my sons kept Thunder Riders going and that as soon as I was back at the helm my sons and wife left me three weeks out of the hospital.  Maybe it was my fault. The doctors convinced my wife that I might never be right again. My sons tried to keep me from driving. My wife tried to get guardianship of me and my affairs. When that failed, she and my sons left, leaving me alone and bitter and angry.

            To this day, that caused me more problems and distress than the accident itself.  Only being conscious for a little over a month, I had lost my magazine, my mail order business, my motorcycle and my wife of 24 years and the sons I had raised and loved more than anything in the world. I hired other people who only tried to steal, lied and turned my family against each other with lies and innuendo.  My attempts to replace the love lost in my life failed miserably and my salesman made sure my wife knew every time I saw another woman even when she was in another state.

            I made an attempt to put it all back together. I went and got my wife in Tennessee and took her with me to Washington to cut a deal with American Free Press. The deal was that I would work with them and they would fulfill my subscribers. Didn’t work out like that. They never gave me the advertising for my films or soap. They only took my subscribers list, gave them a couple of months then billed them. The editor didn’t like my stories on the border issue and I did not get the column I had been promised. My wife was angry the whole way there and back and we never put it back together.

            An attempt to sell Thunder Riders and get some help and capitol to restart the Free American met with disaster when the publicly traded company put out a press release that stated they had bought Thunder Riders and related properties and Clayton Douglas would remain on as publisher.  When every stockholder in that company was contacted and told what a rightwing radical, racist, anti-Semite Clay Douglas was, it was the Anti-Semite thing that pointed out my arch-enemies at the ADL or SPLC as the source. The CEO backed out of the deal and I let him, I wanted no weak-kneed partner in publishing. But now that they knew where I was and what I was doing the calls started to my advertisers and suddenly Bandit, my Harley Riding Chihuahua and I were not welcome in the bars and shops that I had promoted and supported for years.

Another call less than a month later dispelled any doubts about how much hatred and opposition I had generated in these quarters.

Casey Nethercott, founder of Ranch Rescue, was arrested a few years ago and held in Jim Hogg Country Jail, without his insulin, on a charge of pistol whipping two illegals he caught on a Texas ranch.  I had Casey on my show several times and got him enough support that he was released and given his medication. A trial in Texas ended with a hung jury and Casey came to Arizona and bought a 70 acre ranch on the border in Douglas, Arizona.  He called me to tell me that he wanted to help me get the Free American started again and a radio station down on the border too. “Because the American people need to know what is happening on the border with the illegals. Can you help? Come down here and do an interview with me.”

“Sure I could help, Casey. But it is expensive to put out a magazine and even more to do a radio station.”

“Clay, I have a million and a half in one bank account. Money is no problem.”

“Hell, buy me breakfast then, Casey. I’ll be down in the morning to talk to you.”

I was there at 9:00AM the next morning but Casey’s place was surrounded by Border Patrol Agents.

The agents had no explanation but pointed at two local reporters. The story was that Casey and his “Bodyguard” Tiny, were walking out of Safeway when a man ran up on them with a gun. The body guard shot the man, who turned out to be an FBI Agent. The rest of the team shot Casey and Tiny.

They weren’t killed and next month I made the trip again and talked with Casey. His story was a little different. They were at Safeway buying the ingredients for my breakfast. They had no guns and the cameras at Safeway showed they were just shot and didn’t even have weapons. I asked Casey if he still wanted to do the magazine.

“Yes, but I have to go to Texas to stand trial again on the charge of Pistol whipping the two illegals.”

“Thought that was done?”

“Yeah, but Morris Dees of Southern Poverty Law (Who had bought off Casey’s Partner in Ranch Rescue) went to Jim Hogg County and told the Sheriff to retry Casey or Morris  would sue the Sheriff. So I have to go back and stand trial again!” This time Casey was found guilty based on the testimony of the two illegals. And while he was standing trial, Morris Dees went to Douglas and sued Casey on behalf of the illegals and since Casey couldn’t show up for court, Morris took his 70 acre ranch and gave it to the two illegals. That made 60 Minutes and outraged much of America. But 60 Minutes didn’t tell Americans that Casey had been shot the month before for buying Clay Douglas Breakfast at Safeway.

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