Fat Man Frank

PART II of VII Parts (Continued)

Bill’s welcome message was only about 15 minutes long and as always, was interesting and well received. Nobody can deny that Bill Clinton is a great speaker and entertainer. His self-intros are full of charm and usually captivate his audience from the onset. Marie commented on how handsome he was, and frankly I had to agree with her. It was hard for me to imagine that this Rhodes Scholar now impressing us all with his overview of the problems in the world hailed from Arkansas. Upon concluding his brief comments he was rewarded with another round of applause and he took his seat at a table of DNC leaders and servers began serving us a rather delightful and tasty dinner combination of beef, chicken, and shrimp. I recall that the vegetables were absolutely delicious and the room was filled with excitement and dozens of people impressing each other with their travel and business stories.

After dinner, some of the guest were working the tables like a sales or trade show as they made their rounds and handed out their business cards. I was strangely introduced to one guest from Monsanto as “the former Latin American VP for United Technologies”. It was strange because I did not mention to anyone at the DNC that I worked with United Technologies (actually their Carries subsidiary) and my official title was Area Marketing Director not a “VP”. This man would later call me and request a meeting, but after doing some research on Monsanto (a biological warfare weapons and GMO seed company), my inner self made me postpone the meeting – indefinitely. His interest in speaking with me were to obtain intros to the Uribe and Carvajal families of Colombia and Paul Matalon of Jamaica who I admitted knowing when we met at the Sheraton.

As the tables were being cleared and coffee being served with deserts, there was an announcement that anyone wanting to enjoy an after-dinner cigar with the President should follow him to the cigar room. I detest smoking but I was curious to see what would take place. I joined about 30 men and a handful of young women including a lawyer I had met when I thought might need one to enforce a FOIA I made to obtain statistics and files from the CDC. In the lounge Bill stayed only long enough to light up and take no more than a dozen puffs and thank everyone for their support and he made a promise to bring more “International opportunities” to South Florida and was making plans to spend more time to golf in Florida and invited anyone who wanted to play a few round with him to speak with a young man in the lounge, whose name I seem to recall was Allen or Alberto. I had just learn to golf two years ago and could play well enough not to embarrass myself so I decided I would accept that invitation and joined about a dozen others who went and gave our biz cards to the young man who said he’d be in touch with us once he had a firm schedule.

Clinton snuck out of the room claiming to have to take an important call. That was my cue to also escape the smokey lounge in search of fresh air. I rejoined Marie who was standing in a que of about 100 people behind red velvet ropes. I joked with her that the Sheraton should have more than one ladies room, and she said people were waiting to meet the President individually and have their photo taken with them. It was then that I suddenly realized how different and beautiful my assistant was in heels, an elegant dress, and make-up. She looked stunning. I had never seen her as more than an office work horse before. It was clear she was thrilled with this evening and although she previously worked for the Hong Kong Development Council, she had never really had the chance to meet high ranking officials. I joined her in the que and we were soon told by an aide that each of us would only have three minutes alone with the President so please limit our conversations accordingly. We were all handed a card with a number on it which we were told was to make sure we got the right photographs. But these numbers would also serve another purpose.

The line moved along quite smoothly and in about 40 minutes I was ushered into meet President Bill Clinton alone standing between the Presidential and American, and off flags in a room with professional lighting set up and two secret service agents stood in opposite corners about twenty feet from the President and off course, the photographer. But there was also an attractive lady in her mid-thirties who took my number before I entered the room and she spent a few minutes at a computer and printed out a single page which she took to the President. He scan the entire page in about a minute and then nodded to her as he folded the paper and put it in his suit pocket.

Up close, I realized Bill Clinton was much taller than he looked on TV. Of course, being 5’6” myself, most people I talk to in life are taller than me. As I walked up to him he smiled and I wondered how many hands he must have shook in his life and even in just one day, it must be a couple hundred people. Our brief encounter went almost exactly like this once we greeted and shook hands; “Welcome to Florida Mr. President.” “Thank you for joining us this evening Tony, did you enjoy the food?” I noticed he quickly set the stage for an informal conversation by calling me by my first name, a rule taught to all professional sales people and one I used myself when I sold yachts at Champion Marine. “Yes, I did, thank you.” “Great, I hope you will be joining us in Panama or Washington to join our International trade commission for Latin America?” Which he posed as a question. Although I still did not have the details of what he was talking about I said I “would try, but the White House banquet would be more convenient for me.” Just about then he noticed Marie standing at the door and remarked, “You have a beautiful wife my friend”. I replied that my wife was even more beautiful than Marie but she was in Ecuador. I made the mistake of telling him that Marie was my executive assistant. As I noticed him almost staring at her shapely figure usually well-hidden in the office.

He then asked me how many clients I had and what our AUM (Assets Under Management) was? Someone must have misinformed him about what my company did, but he mentioned my trip to Zurich which told me someone also did some serious homework on me. I replied that I only had sixty clients but that they kept me busy. I never gave him a dollar figure about his AUM question, and I could see that he was still focused on Marie standing next in line. He asked me if I had any questions I wanted to ask him. I guess my subconscious took over because of his ogling of my assistant and asked him “So are your getting enough?” and he was just as amused as he was surprised by my question. I then felt a bit embarrassed and tried to salvage myself, with a follow-up…”I mean all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy – right?” Now Bill cracked a big grin and replied “Don’t worry about me Tony, I get all that I need” as he patted me on the shoulder with a laugh. Then finally he did actually mention the American Aids Alert Association and just said, “Thank for all your volunteer work counseling Florida AIDS patients, I reckon that is not a pleasant task” I replied that it “was an emotional job, that someone had to do with empathy and conviction, and was at times quite difficult”. He nodded and replied “I imagine so”. He extended his hand for a good bye hand shake as just as a soft chime was heard to remind him that my 3 minutes were up. As we shook hands the photographer’s flash went off a few times. The President held my hand longer than expected and asked me one last question. “Does your assistant have a nick name?” Clearly he was looking forward to meeting her, and I replied. “No, I just call her by her name… Marie”.

As I left the room, I was handed two polaroid shots of our meeting and was told some high quality photos would be sent to me in about a week by courier. Then I was escorted into a private room by an older woman who asked me if I wanted to go Panama and join “Bill’s Trade team in Latin America.” “Why not I replied, still being a little naïve and skeptical”. The lady whose name was either Gloria, Gwen, or Grace, then smiled and gave me a card with bank wiring instructions to an HSBC bank account in Panama and told me the event would take place over a weekend and I should wire $100,000 to the account on the card. Rather than express my shock, I just asked, what shall I write in the memo slot. When she told me “disaster relief donation” I realized something corrupt was going on. She then reminded me that my “donation” was tax deductible and that I would have a seat on the official trade commission for one year and “would meet world leaders from at least a dozen countries”. I just smiled, bit my lip and got up to go. She asked me for the best telephone number to reach me and I told her to use my 785 mobile number on my card.

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As I left the room I noticed Marie was not asked to sit down with the older lady privately and the smile on her face was gone. “Can we go now?” she asked me. Her mood had completely changed and I sensed something was wrong. I asked what had happened, and she just replied “I have a migraine headache and just want to go home and lie down”. So not wanting to probe further in that public environment, I asked her if she wanted to go talk a walk on South Beach and find a place to have a quiet talk, she just bluntly repeated herself. :”I want to go home.” I guess whatever happened was not something she wanted to talk about.

We went to valet area to take a cab and on the way, a secret service agent tapped my shoulder and asked if he could have a word with me. I agreed and we stepped off to the side about thirty feet from the concierge desk where nobody could possibly hear what he said next “The President asked me to get Marie’s telephone number from you.” Well it wasn’t hard to figure this one out, but I was not going to betray my own assistant who clearly did not enjoy whatever happened in her brief meeting with the President. But not wanting to appear uncooperative, I gave him a number of a mobile guest phone that I let visiting clients from overseas use when they came to Florida and it was programmed to go to voicemail. Then the agent blew me away with what he said next. The President arranged for two VIP suites for you and Marie to spend the night and join him for breakfast. I just declined and told him we had to attend a late night meeting with some visiting Hong Kong clients and had to catch an early morning flight. It was a lie but I was sure it would work. Instead the agent pulled out a small roll of $100 bills and asked, “Can you change your plans for $3,000?” I replied that I could not and asked that he thank Mr. Clinton for his gracious offer.” It was then that I decided to stop payment on my $5,000 checks I wrote earlier to get into the event.

I was pissed not only about the Marie thing, but how the older lady tried to hustle me for $100,000 for a trip to Panama that would not cost more than $5,000. If they want or needed campaign money, they did not have to me so sneaky about it and would probably get all they needed if they were more direct. I would later learn that someone in the Clinton group mistook my Globus Group for another Globus Group connected with the Russian mob in New York which was eventually busted by the FBI. (See the ABC News archives I linked in Chapter 32 related to the Peter Jennings on-air retraction).

The following week a friend of mine came to visit from Costa Rica and I offered him the guest phone. He declined saying that he already just bought a phone and a condominium in Coconut Grove since he planned to stay in Miami at least 6 months of the year. But I noticed the Voicemail indicator was flashing and decided to check the messages. There were three robo-call sales messages, one for my last guest and two from Bill Clinton asking for Marie to call him back to discuss working as a White House intern. I did not mention the messages to Marie and from the investigative training I learned while working for Uncle Sam, I decided to try a different approach and just casually ask her one day while we were having lunch, what happened with Bill Clinton that upset her so much. She just looked at me directly, and said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” It would be a year before she finally confided that he tried posing with her in a position that he let his hand fall down her back to her but and he gently squeezed one of her cheeks and made some suggestion that they meet for drinks later that evening. Marie being a loyal wife with a new baby was not prepared for that incident and she was both embarrassed and shocked. But being Chinese she down-played the whole thing as best as she could, even suggesting that maybe the President was drinking too much that evening. We never spoke about that evening again.

Almost two weeks after the Sheraton dinner, I received a call from a man named “Brian” who reminded me that I wanted to join the White House banquet group and that if I wanted to confirm my reservation, I would have to wire $25,000 to yet another account at Morgan & Morgan Trust in Panama and I was told that the donation would also allow me to spend an evening in a “historic White House bedroom” once used by Teddy Roosevelt or Abraham Lincoln. At first I was shocked by the offer but afterward I had to laugh and give them credit for being so creative in their fund raising efforts. A year later I would see in the news the allegation of some businessman in the Midwest who was also offered a similar White House B-N-B deal and $25,000 was apparently the starting price. Since I did not accept the offer I cannot provide more details other than to say that Brian had instructed me to contact the White House travel office with a code and to state if I was bringing or needing a guest. I never really said “no” to Brian but when he called a second time to say my funds were not received, I told him my schedule would not allow time for the White House banquet.

I never heard from that crowd again but in retrospect I once calculated how many bedrooms the White House had and if they were running this racket on a full time basis, they were not only raking in a few million dollars a year, but building a great political network for future fund raising needs. I am not a lawyer but I don’t think their marketing methods were technically illegal, just more than a bit unethical.

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Having worked for American Financial Group for two years (See Chapters 24 & 25) I was amused to see Morgan and Morgan’s name in other high level circles from both Republican and Democratic circles, and I remembered how Juan David Morgan boasted at our Fisher Island meeting with the Colombians, Canadians, how “If over 300 world leaders trust us with their private off-shore banking needs, so can you.” Juan David Morgan was the cousin of AFG President Edward Chism, my former boss.

Only after I left American Financial Group and gave their client files to the FBI did I realize that one of the Morgan & Morgan accounts we opened up through a Bahamian Trust had a beneficiary named Hugh Rodham. That name never meant anything special to me until 2000 when I read something online about an alleged scandal of a guy with the same name. I cannot recall the details at this time, but it had something to do with his legal representation of a drug dealer who obtained a pardon from President Clinton when he left office. And as it would turn out, that Hugh Rodham would be Hillary Clinton’s brother. Okay, perhaps I was the last one in America to learn a well-known fact today, but I never took any interest in the family trees of any first lady.

Looking back I am always bewildered that although I made the FBI very aware of the 389 Panama Bank Accounts we at AFG opened for American and Latin American officials at Morgan & Morgan with detailed account information, why not one of them were arrested nor prosecuted for tax evasion nor money laundering. Was the FBI told to simply look the other way, or were they making recommendations to prosecute that the DoJ Director was simply ignoring for political reasons? Unless some high level DoJ “Deep Throat” comes along with some leaks, we may never know the answer to these questions.

One thing I have concluded however, based on my personal observations and experiences, one of the key roles and functions of the SEC is stop and prevent criminal actions against cronies of the President who may get linked to some Wall Street scandal. In such cases the SEC will move in with a “civil action” negotiate a quiet “settlement” from the cronies and keep the case from becoming a criminal referral to the FBI , much the same way I saw the IRS operate when I worked at the IRS where they had a “Special Operations Group” that saved high level political friends of the “right party” (Republicans during my time) from CID referrals, and those of the “wrong party” like Victor Posner, Bill Irwin, Norman Braman, and Nigel Winfield were fed to the lions on the famous IRS Hit List we stumbled upon. (See chapter 13).

But my night with Bill Clinton proved to me that those who want to be above the law are asked to pay a price to join the privileged club of the protected. And from what I learned from a friend who did accept the White House banquet invitation, the invitations never stop, and costs of attendance grow larger and larger. Eventually my friend attended an activity in Hawaii hosted by Jefferey Epstein where he insists he was set up with a hooker who secretly arranged to have his fun fling videotaped. He was then named in an off-shore stock fraud allegation which IMO was really only a shakedown ploy, but at the same time he was told if he made a $5 million contribution to a certain candidate in Florida, both the video and stock fraud complaint would disappear. What I later had to conclude is that both Republican and Democrats play this money game and they privately try to expose the crimes and misdeed of each other, but publically follow what I call, the “Mutual Code of Ethics of the Elite” which basically, goes like this “Don’t ask nor talk about my transactions and I will not mention yours.” A perfect example of this code in play is the drug smuggling operations in Mena, Arkansas in the 80s (run by Clinton people) and the Canadian smuggling operations of the 1990s- to present (operated by Terry Nelson and Jeb Bush). Both made millions of dollars without publically pointing the finger at each other, yet they shared many of the very same pilots.

The principals are always well protected from prosecution but those most at risk are the people who buy their way into the club and try to be clever by making “donations” on both sides of the fence. The next chapter explains how sacrificial lambs are chosen to keep the elite safe and untouchable, and why the directors of the FBI, SEC, and DoJ are the most important political appointments ever made in Washington – These appointments keep the Wall Street bansksters out of jail and free to continue their fund raising and money laundering using proxies like Jack Goldberg and Mark Rich. Combined with Bahamian Trusts and Panama Bank accounts these politicians can accepted millions of dollars of laundered drug monies with three layers of privacy shielding their identity.

Yet IF, and I emphasize IF, the FBI had a genuine will to stop the drug smuggling, Wall Street money laundering, and massive tax evasion that exceeds $1B a month they would only need to serve subpoenas on every U.S. based courier like DHL, FEDEX, UPS, and PUROLATOR and collect client files of everyone sending “documents” (aka wiring and transfer instructions) to Morgan and Morgan Trust in Panama and their off-shore branches in The Bahamas and Cayman Islands. They then refer these 10,000+ names to the IRS CID & Audit Divisions. Within 90 days they would have over 5,000 criminal cases to prosecute and obtain more than $50 billion in evaded taxes to recover in plea agreements.

But when Special Agent Maury Berthon was transferred from Miami to New Orleans within weeks of opening the American Financial Group case, I immediately knew that justice was being obstructed, and most probably at the DOJ level. The files I provided the FBI along with AFG’s phone bills provided far more than enough “probable cause” to indict at least 100 officials.

I now kick myself in the ass everyday for not learning my lessons from my night with Bill and employment with the U.S. Treasury Department and American Financial Group. Was I too foolish to think that someone in our government is genuinely interested in stopping the overwhelming corruption and someone at the DoJ would have the integrity to start indicting?

A few years later my experience with Hillary would make me wonder if she learned from Bill or vice versa? In retrospect however, I must admit that Bill is more direct and up-front about what he really wants and his wife Hillary is just so…well… I want to say “deceptive” at first, but the most appropriate word I think is one we all used as kids…”sneaky”. (See Chapter 32). When I wrote to Hillary for help in 2001, she would not even reply, (see my four page letter dated September 15, 2001 below) but instead a woman named Debbie W. called to shake me down for $500,000 “donation” claiming Hillary could arrange for my legal problem to “evaporate” if I would hire a certain lawyer (of course it would be one I could not afford!).

Usually when “private numbers” call you in Canada, it is some telesales person so regretfully I was not prepared to record that call. But I did manage to record 29 other similar calls with government officials in the event they tried to deny our communications. At least I was learning from my mistakes and even the evil bastards who were now manipulating my life.

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It appears something was edited or censored from page 3 of Gorcyca's letter's and Nico said that page had made reference to three murders; a federal prisoner named Ralph Steele whose death was falselly reported as a suicide with three people actually witnessing the murder, the murder of the FBI Informant Al Chalem who was actually being monitored by the FBI when he was shot in the head, and the murder of a former Presidential aide named John Wheeler whose body was found in a garbage dump in 2010. Notably, Wheeler worked 8 years as a top SEC insider trading investigator for eight years who investigated Hillary Clinton, Jack Goldberg, Marc Rich and other high profile people. To put it in perspective maybe these two links will help;

http://www.scam.com/showthread.php?7...r+Hillary+told (see post #23 of this thread)

https://www.reddit.com/r/UnresolvedM...es_now_linked/

Here's two more chapters I found leaked online... I wish the whole damn book could be leaked in one place!

https://persecutingwhistleblowerswit...esses-present/
http://www.scam.com/entry.php?3492-J...ernment-crimes

I found another Chapter 37 at this link in the album labeled "BAGD" http://s53.photobucket.com/user/RR1975/library/#!

The best chapter was the one Nico posted at worldlawdirect.com about the drug smuggling into Canada and how Jack Goldberg (Hillary Clinton's old friend and partner of Terry Nelson) was laundering the moneys on Wall Street and then making political donations to almost every senior Senator and House Committee chairmans through Hugh Rodham's Panama Bank account at Morgan & Morgan, and how the Coolmbians were using the same proxies to donate to the Clinton Foundation.

Who blocked out three pages above - admin or Hillary's people?

This story is also very much related: http://www.veteranstodayforum.com/viewtopic.php?t=1229

someone is blocking the first page of the above letter which is addressed to the FBI Director. It can be read here: https://bruceslawsocietycomplaint.fi.../06/img121.jpg and in more context here; http://www.opnlttr.com/letter/dear-c...illary-clinton

I found this link at the Bernie Sanders site at Reddit and then it was gone within a day. Why? http://www.opnlttr.com/letter/dear-c...illary-clinton

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It appears something was edited or censored from page 3 of Gorcyca's letter's and Nico said that page had made reference to three murders; a federal prisoner named Ralph Steele whose death was falselly reported as a suicide with three people actually witnessing the murder, the murder of the FBI Informant Al Chalem who was actually being monitored by the FBI when he was shot in the head, and the murder of a former Presidential aide named John Wheeler whose body was found in a garbage dump in 2010. Notably, Wheeler worked 8 years as a top SEC insider trading investigator for eight years who investigated Hillary Clinton, Jack Goldberg, Marc Rich and other high profile people. To put it in perspective maybe these two links will help;

http://www.scam.com/showthread.php?7...r+Hillary+told (see post #23 of this thread)

https://www.reddit.com/r/UnresolvedM...es_now_linked/

Someone deleted the first page of that letter and I think this is the reason: http://www.opnlttr.com/letter/dear-c...ry-clinton.Btw, that letter was signed by a Canadian lawyer named William Gilmour and here it is again:

[img]https://bruceslawsocietycomplaint.fi.../06/img122.jpg[/img]