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Wyoming, Dick Cheney, then White House Chief of Staff to president Ford, later Secretary of Defense to President George Bush, documented member of the Council on Foreign Relations (CFR), and Presidential hopeful for 1996, was originally Wyoming’s only Congressman. Dick Cheney was the reason my family had traveled to Wyoming where I endured yet another form of brutality— his version of “A Most Dangerous Game,” or human hunting.
It is my understanding now that A Most Dangerous Game was devised to condition military personnel in survival and combat maneuvers. Yet it was used on me and other slaves known to me as a means of further conditioning the mind to the realization there was “no place to hide,” as well as traumatize the victim for ensuing programming. It was my experience over the years that A Most Dangerous Game had numerous variations on the primary theme of being stripped naked and turned loose in the wilderness while being hunted by men and dogs. In reality, all “wilderness” areas were enclosed in secure military fencing whereby it was only a matter of time until I was caught, repeatedly raped, and tortured.
Dick Cheney had an apparent addiction to the “thrill of the sport”. He appeared obsessed with playing A Most Dangerous Game as a means of traumatizing mind-control victims, as well as to satisfy his own perverse sexual kinks. My introduction to the game occurred upon arrival at the hunting lodge near Greybull, Wyoming, and it physically and psychologically devastated me.
I was sufficiently traumatized for Cheney’s programming as I stood naked in his hunting lodge office after being hunted down and caught. Cheney was talking as he paced around me, “I could stuff you and mount you like a jackalope and call you a two legged dear. Or I could stuff you with this (he unzipped his pants to reveal his oversized penis) right down your throat, and then mount you. Which do you prefer?
Blood and sweat became mixed with the dirt on my body and slid like mud down my legs and shoulder. I throbbed with exhaustion and pain as I stood unable to think to answer such a question. “Make up your mind,” Cheney coaxed. Unable to speak, I remained silent. “You don’t get a choice, anyway, I make up your mind for you. That’s why you’re here. For me to make you a’ mind, and make you mine/mind. You lost your mind a long time ago. Now I ‘m going to give you one. Just like the Wizard (of Oz) gave Scarecrow a brain, the Yellow Brick Road led you here to me. You’ve ‘come such a long, long way’ for your brain, and I will give you one,”
The blood reached my shoes and caught my attention. Had I been further along in my programming, 1 perhaps would never have noticed such a thing or had the capability to think to wipe it away. But so far, I had only been to MacDill and Disney World for government/military programming. At last, when I could speak, I begged, “If you don’t mind, can I please use your bathroom?”
Cheney’s face turned red with rage. He was on me in an instant, slamming my back into the wall with one arm across my chest and his hand on my throat, choking me while applying pressure to the carotid artery in my neck with his thumb. His eyes bulged and he spit as he growled, “If you don’t mind me, I will kill you. I could kill you—Kill you—with my bare hands. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last. I’ll kill you any time I goddamn well please,”
He flung me on the cot-type bed that was behind me. There he finished taking his rage out on me sexually.
Flashback - Scalia and Cheney play "The Most Dangerous Game"
Cheney displays his marksmenship in a round of The Most Dangerous Game
From – Trance Formation of America – Cathy O’Brien
CHAPTER 10
“COMMANDER”  DICK CHENEY & REAGAN’S “HANDS ON MIND-CONTROL DEMONSTRATIONS”
Please note: In order to maintain the integrity of documenting my experiences using precise and photographic detail, I have recorded events and
quotes as they occurred in reality. Please excuse any offensive and foul language, but this is the way Cheney presented himself, 1 was attending another White House cocktail party where, as usual, I was taken aside for a meeting and escorted to a large office. There, Reagan and Cheney were having their “before cocktail party” cognacs, and Reagan’s cheeks were already flushed.
“You’re the kind of girl who could hold a man in line. (He was cryptically
referring to the lines of military personnel I was forced to have sex with.)
That’s why I’ve selected you to tour a few Air Force Bases with the Colonel
(Aquino) and demonstrate for our boys in the service what a Presidential Model
is trained for, a kind of ‘hands on’ demonstration. But you’ll have to audition
for the role.” Reagan drained his glass and gestured toward Cheney as he
strode for the door, adding, “Do what he says. He’s your commander.”
It had been eight years since I had been hunted and brutalized by Cheney in
Wyoming, and apparently he wanted to see how my programming had
progressed before agreeing to use me in Reagan’s “Hands-On Mind-Control
Demonstrations”. He grabbed me roughly by the hair and slung me onto a
black leather chair, tipping my head backwards over the high studded arm.
“Audition here,” he snarled. Since I last saw him, 1 had undergone Wizard Of
Oz Tin Man programming, which he accessed to accommodate his large, thick
penis. He placed his hands on my jaw while he said, “Soon we’ll have you
purring like a wetl oiled machine. All of your moving parts are pivotal and
gliding with ease. Melt into my hands. I’ll hold your jaw to keep it from
slipping while you slip through a window in lime.” He then jerked my jaw out
of joint, and roughly gratified himself in my throat.1
As he lit his cigarette, I slowly regained focus enough to realize I was in
pain. The back of my head hurt from being thrust into the studs on the chair,
and I slowly lifted my head. My owner, Senator Byrd, had just walked in and
realized Cheney had already completed the “audition”. Referring to
compartmentalizing my memory via stun gun high voltage, Byrd asked, “Did
Cheney, ‘cocksure’ of himself as always, answered. “She can’t have fucked
all of Washington” (indicating that no one would believe me anyway, even if I
did reach this point and talk). Cheney put out his cigarette and said as he went
out the door, “She’ll work. Tell Ronnie she’ll work.”
When Byrd saw that my lips were bleeding, he called Cheney a “son of a
bitch” under his breath, as this damage would prevent my fulfilling other
assignments that were planned for me. Byrd touched his finger to my swollen
lips and tasted the blood (and Cheney) several times. Then he slapped me hard
across the face, which re-aligned my jaw but caused more blood to flow down
my chin. He took a box of tissues from the desk and threw it at me, the corner
hitting me in the forehead. “Wipe yourself up. You’re just getting started. I’ll
see to it you get what you’ve got coming to you.”
Fortunately for me, Byrd had cause to return to the formal cocktail party
and did not have time to brutalize me further. My face was battered, mouth
torn, and my throat felt torn and stretched. I had difficulty swallowing for
some time, and could not speak. I certainly was in no condition to return to the
cocktail party, and was escorted out by agents/guards.
Before I could leave Washington, Byrd made good on his threat and
arranged for me to meet with Cheney in a blue bedroom in a part of the White
House so remote that “no one could hear my screams and moans”. But Cheney
implemented Oz theme “Silence” conditioning anyway as he proceeded to
“Byrd tells me you need a good whipping. But I’m not certain which
instrument you prefer, so I brought them all.” Cheney had a riding crop, a
whip, and a cat-o-nine-tails laid out on the bed. He beat me quick and hard as
though he were releasing his tensions rather than savoring my pain like Byrd
did. I regained consciousness when Cheney slid a pillow under my neck,
steered me by the hair, and bent my head back. Survival instinct kicked in
when he positioned himself above my head, I hoped to satisfy him before he
became deadly brutal again. But he quickly pulled out his liquid cocaine
sprayer, sprayed my throat, then proceeded to get rough. At one point he
yanked my head aside and asked, “Was that a tooth?” and grinned. It was
imperative that 1 kept my teeth off him because, according to Aquino’s
programming instruction, I was subject to death if a tooth was ever felt by
Cheney knew this was my programming and manipulated me with it
often. I resumed “satisfying him as though my life depended upon it, because,
of course, it did.” This is another Aquino programming line Cheney knew and
used. When he was gratified, he flopped over and slept. I had been instructed
to leave immediately because Cheney absolutely did not want me near him when
he slept (some insiders say he is paranoid), and I began dressing. I was
In preparation for ”running bases” for Reagan’s Hands-On Mind-Control
Demonstrations, I underwent a great deal of programming by both Aquino and
Cheney. Cheney laid the ground rules while Aquino carried out Uie
programming derail and performed the demonstration with me on various
Reagan wanted the demonstrations to include all programming depicted in
the “How to” films, additional programming instilled since the videos were
made, delivery of drugs when applicable, and sex according to Aquino’s
instruction with whomever/however many were present at the lecture. Cheney’s
personal “touch” to the demonstrations was to have me programmed to
vaginally internally electric prod myself with a high voltage cylindrical cattle
prod-truly an example of total mind control.
I was routinely escorted arm-in-arm “Oz style” by two agents to Cheney’s
downstairs office in the Pentagon. Sometimes Byrd took me in. Other times
Cheney walked me through the building, particularly if we were going to his
“Bunkhouse” personal quarters. Cheney’s office was equipped with black
leather furniture, a huge messy brown desk, massive book shelves, and an hour
glass that he always used in keeping with Oz programming, to assure me that
my life was on the line under his command. As a programmed MPD, I had no
concept of time. The hour glass was a visible way for me to see “my time.
runing out” and actually grasp the concept.
The first time I reported in, Cheney shuffled through the clutter on his desk,
picked up a paper and began reading: “Number one. I am NOT your friend, and I don’t want to see you unless I order you to report in. Number two. Follow the Colonel’s (Aquino) orders, as it is the chain of command. What he orders you to do, is a command from me,
follow it to the letter, as though your life depends upon it, because (he looked
up and grinned wickedly) of course, it does.” His cold eyes bore into mine as
he walked around to the front of his desk, “Any questions?” I knew he “was NOT my friend,” but he already “saw me” sexually on other
occasions. I was perplexed and hesitated. Even though I remained silent, Cheney sensed my hesitation and became enraged. He got up in my face,
poked my breast bone with his finger and roared, “Don’t even THINK to question anything I say! There is no question as to what I do, what I think, or
what I say, because 1 am absolutely above questions-especially YOURS!! Your orders are clear. Now get out of here! I have work to do!”
Throughout the next three years, U.S. Army Lt. Colonel Aquino used me in
the Hands On Demonstrations on numerous Army, Navy, Air Force, and
NASA installations across the U.S. according to Reagan’s plan and Cheney’s
orders. The Top Brass privy to the demonstrations ranged from three at a time
to roughly twenty. In closing, Aquino always “persuaded” them to line up
while I was forced to perform sexually on command with each one. The larger
groups were physically painful, while the smaller groups often involved
unapproved variance from the routine, such as revealing Reagan’s bestiality
perversions. The wide array of “switching” my personalities that Aquino
incorporated into the demonstrations, and the vast amount of high voltage and
torture to which I was subjected, left me exhausted and physically devastated for
days after each one of Reagan’s Hands-On Mind-Control Demonstrations.
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"Richard Cheney" redirects here. For other uses, see Richard Cheney (disambiguation).
Richard Bruce Cheney (/ˈtʃeɪni/ CHAYN-ee;[1] born January 30, 1941) is an American politician and businessman who served as the 46th vice president of the United States from 2001 to 2009 under George W. Bush. Cheney, often cited as the most powerful vice president in American history,[2][3] ended his tenure as an unpopular figure in American politics.[4] He is currently the oldest living former U.S. vice president, following the death of Walter Mondale in 2021.
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Born in Lincoln, Nebraska, Cheney grew up there and later in Casper, Wyoming.[5] He attended Yale University before earning a Bachelor of Arts and Master of Arts in political science from the University of Wyoming. He began his political career as an intern for Congressman William A. Steiger, eventually working his way into the White House during the Nixon and Ford administrations. He served as White House chief of staff from 1975 to 1977. In 1978, he was elected to the U.S. House of Representatives, and represented Wyoming's at-large congressional district from 1979 to 1989, briefly serving as House minority whip in 1989. He was selected as Secretary of Defense during the presidency of George H. W. Bush, and held the position for most of Bush's term from 1989 to 1993.[6] During his time there, he oversaw 1991's Operation Desert Storm, among other actions. Out of office during the Clinton administration, he was the chairman and CEO of Halliburton from 1995 to 2000.
In July 2000, Cheney was chosen by presumptive Republican presidential nominee George W. Bush as his running mate in the 2000 presidential election. They defeated their Democratic opponents, incumbent Vice President Al Gore and Senator Joe Lieberman. In 2004 Cheney was reelected to his second term as vice president with Bush as president, defeating their Democratic opponents Senators John Kerry and John Edwards. During Cheney's tenure as vice president, he played a leading behind-the-scenes role in the George W. Bush administration's response to the September 11 attacks and coordination of the Global War on Terrorism. He was an early proponent of invading Iraq, alleging that the Saddam Hussein regime possessed a weapons of mass destruction program (no active WMDs were ever found in Iraq) and the Hussein regime had an operational relationship with Al-Qaeda (even though there was scant credible evidence of such a relationship at the time). He also pressured the intelligence community to provide intelligence consistent with the administration's rationales for invading Iraq. Cheney was often criticized for the Bush Administration's policies regarding the campaign against terrorism, and for his support of wiretapping by the National Security Agency (NSA) and of torture.[7][8][9] He publicly disagreed with President Bush's position against same-sex marriage in 2004.[10]
Cheney was born in Lincoln, Nebraska, the son of Marjorie Lorraine (née Dickey) and Richard Herbert Cheney. He is of predominantly English, as well as Welsh, Irish, and French Huguenot ancestry. His father was a soil conservation agent for the U.S. Department of Agriculture and his mother was a softball star in the 1930s;[11] Cheney was one of three children. He attended Calvert Elementary School[12][13] before his family moved to Casper, Wyoming,[14] where he attended Natrona County High School.
He attended Yale University, but by his own account had problems adjusting to the college, and dropped out.[15][16] Among the influential teachers from his days in New Haven was Professor H. Bradford Westerfield, whom Cheney repeatedly credited with having helped to shape his approach to foreign policy.[17] He later attended the University of Wyoming, where he earned both a Bachelor of Arts and a Master of Arts in political science. He subsequently started, but did not finish, doctoral studies at the University of Wisconsin–Madison.[18]
In November 1962, at the age of 21, Cheney was convicted of driving while intoxicated (DWI). He was arrested for DWI again the following year.[19] Cheney said that the arrests made him "think about where I was and where I was headed. I was headed down a bad road if I continued on that course."[20]
In 1964, he married Lynne Vincent, his high school sweetheart, whom he had met at age 14.
When Cheney became eligible for the draft, during the Vietnam War, he applied for and received five draft deferments. In 1989, The Washington Post writer George C. Wilson interviewed Cheney as the next Secretary of Defense; when asked about his deferments, Cheney reportedly said, "I had other priorities in the '60s than military service."[21] Cheney testified during his confirmation hearings in 1989 that he received deferments to finish a college career that lasted six years rather than four, owing to sub-par academic performance and the need to work to pay for his education. Upon graduation, Cheney was eligible for the draft, but at the time, the Selective Service System was not inducting married men.[22] On October 6, 1965, the draft was expanded to include married men without children; Cheney's first daughter, Elizabeth, was born 9 months and two days later.[23][22] Cheney's fifth and final deferment granted him "3-A" status, a "hardship" deferment available to men with dependents. In January 1967, Cheney turned 26 and was no longer eligible for the draft.[23]
In 1966 Cheney dropped out of the doctoral program at the University of Wisconsin to work as staff aide for Gov. Warren Knowles.[24]
In 1968 Cheney was awarded an American Political Science Association congressional fellowship and moved to Washington.[24]
Cheney's political career began in 1969, as an intern for Congressman William A. Steiger during the Richard Nixon Administration. He then joined the staff of Donald Rumsfeld, who was then Direc
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