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Old November 26th, 2011 #2367
-JC
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Default We should consider the example of what marriage is supposed to be...

If you don't want to read my comments, just scroll-down and read all Mr. and Mrs. Steele had to say about this Ukranian girlfriend issue, once and for all. This has become a stupid thread with hopefully only a few readers and maybe only one with "an agenda."

Wives and husbands should stand by her each other regardless of their history and it is unseemly to act like gossiping old women dredging up their private affairs and repeating that we should look at the sordid details as if it is unusual. And, regardless of Mr. Steele'sguilt or innocence, I don't like such disrespect of people such as Mr. and Mrs. Steele by "strangers." I doubt that the late William Pierce, Ph.D., would see it much differently or spend much time and energy kicking either Mr. Steele or his wife. Instead, I suspect that, privately, he'd counsel either trying to help Mr. Steele, behind the scenes, rather than trying to discredit him to all the world, or simply shut up. That's not because either of the Steele's are perfect, under the magnifying glass, but because of what they've shown us and arguably continue to show us that's important.

As for the quote by Mr. Pauly, whom I understand claims to represent THE NATIONAL ALLIANCE in Southern Nevada, "... A poster somewhere on this forum correctly observed that you don't know anything about a woman's character until the time comes to divorce her. A word to the wise, if you get in trouble, plan to see all of your dirty laundry displayed in court." I think that's been said before: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Many of us have been there and done that. You younger chaps pay attention: Nothing particularly unusual about female behavior here; love 'em, love the way they are, and love 'em we must for balanced offspring.

Ours is normally an unusually peaceful household. My big dog lives there with three Doberman bitches who typically defer to him, worshipping the ground he pees-on, but he has sense enough not to seriously threaten any of them either because, "A," when they defend themselves it's instantly total war and,"B," he's experienced it. But GOD help anything that any of them consider a threat from the outside to any of us.

Now, just for a moment, let's consider the President, the FBI, the Justice Department, and the MSM. A lot of people don't like Obama and I wasn't surprised to hear that Ed Steele claims to like him personally: I've been there and done that myself, too. Practically everyone is more liberal than me. And some of the people who've taught me the most, albeit most often inadvertently, were pretty-far-left-liberals, Blacks, and even Jews. So some of my best friends are what I consider liberals. Some will recall that Mr. Steele stated, early-on, that he found Obama more likeable that McCain.

At least some Americans polled, if not a critical mass of the right sort, would appear to have had enough of such majoring in the minors, as it were: "Two-Out-Of-Three Americans (66%) Believe the Federal Government Has Not Been Aggressive Enough In Pursuing Criminal Behavior By Wall Street Bankers" http://www.washingtonsblog.com/2011/...ed-states.html

The FBI and the Justice Department, not to mention the Supremes, are subject to a concerted effort to hire politiclaly-correct if generally unpopular "minorities" and that, I'm sure, affects at least the verve with which they do what they do if not whom they pursue. Consider that Charlie Trie mess in which the Bureau apparently tried to do the right thing but encountered resistance from Justice: http://www.gpo.gov/fdsys/pkg/CHRG-106shrg60285/pdf/CHRG-106shrg60285.pdf.

The MSM, like a lot of Israelis, hate Obama. My guess is that he'll be gone in the next election even though he's tried to make happy all the powers that be. Consider Rush Limbaugh, recently, syndicated on the most powerful AM station in America, among others, that can be heard from LA on winter nights here in New Mexico, KFI (named for "frost information" in the days when there was a Southern California citrus industry), and what he blamed on Obama but is really, apparently, just business as usual:

"... Let's level the charge: 'Communists Pay Presidential Salary!' Let me just make the charge right here. I, El Rushbo, am making the charge. I allege that Imam Obama's salary is being paid for by the communist Chinese -- also, the salaries of his czars and of many of his cabinet secretaries, as well as select Democrats in the Senate and the House of Representatives. Salaries and health care benefits are being paid for by funds collected from the communist Chinese. We know that Charlie Trie, John Huang, and some shady ChiCom interests were funding the Clinton reelection campaign, both openly and secretly at these White House coffees. So using the game and the strategy here the way Obama plays it, it's now up to him to prove that the ChiComs are not paying his salary -- and that, therefore, he is in debt to them. It's up to him to prove that Chinese communist money is not influencing policy decisions made at the highest levels of our government... "
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(Preface by Cyndi Steele. June 1, 2011)

As hard as they may try, they are not going to silence Edgar J. Steele

Yes, our hopes for justice might have been crushed, temporarily, with the tragedy of my husband’s, Edgar J. Steele, unjust conviction. For his children and I it, has been devastating. In a time when the government has proven itself corrupt, especially in targeting and attacking the innocent who are outspoken, now it touts as a victory, silencing this innocent man who stood up for Freedom of Speech in our once great nation; a nation that is now known as “Amerika: the land of a captive people and home to government cowards”.


While serious illnesses slowed him down for six months of 2010, the government took him out of circulation for another year, he, and all of those who helped and contributed to his defense, fought valiantly for his freedom. Ed sadly chose to do it their way; staying quiet and letting the attorneys work the case in the manner they insisted was best for his acquittal. Well, we all have witnessed where that has gotten him….JAIL and MORE JAIL.


Now, this time, Ed is going to be doing it his way! LOUD and as OUTSPOKEN as he possible can be! Just as we have known him to be in his past writings. So despite them keeping him behind cell walls, he is writing, with hopes of having enough material for a book or two. Meanwhile, he has asked that portions of his work be shared with everyone so that his voice can start to be heard, again.


Below is Edgar J Steele’s first writing since his arrest last year on June 11, 2010
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Seeing is Disbelieving
by Edgar J. Steele


There are things in life that defy belief. Seeing them often is enough to set one on a path toward seeing unbelievable things at every turn. Seeing is disbelieving? Hmm…


The Red Queen of Alice in Wonderland Fame remarked that she often believed in impossible things; as many as six of them, all just before lunch, too.


A great many more people now are willing to disbelieve in the inherent justice of the American Justice System. They watched a jury in Boise convict me of four Federal felonies.
Sigh. Where do I begin?


You Could Be Next


This story will take some time and require several installments. If you have yet to hear anything about it, you will not believe it. You may not believe it, anyway. I do, however. I am living it. All too easily, you could be next.

I was convicted of hatching a plot to kill my wife, in which I allegedly hired an oafish Idaho handyman as a hit man. Already, something may not sound quite right to you.


A Case in Search of a Motive


Why did I want Cyndi, my wife of 25 years dead? I never have quite heard a reason that makes sense. First, Cyndi was told by the FBI that the motive was life insurance, but then they learned that both of us cancelled our policies years ago. Then, the FBI told her that the motive was my jealousy over her (fictitious) boyfriend. Cyndi quashed that by demanding that the FBI produce photos they said they had; of course, there were none.


Finally, the government settled upon a case I was investigating as motive, because I had communicated with a great many young Ukrainian women (with Cyndi’s consent and even, assistance) to determine if the Russian Bride business really was a human trafficking scam. First, as part of that case I briefly handled, then simply because I found the subject fascinating and worthy of writing a book about it.


Two more novel motives were presented at trial: (1) I was after our car “uninsured motorist” insurance, though I was a lawyer and would have known full well that death by pipe bomb is not “accidental,” so that no insurance ever could be paid. (2) divorce from Cyndi would be too expensive. Yet, the prosecutor failed to tell the jury that I had signed all my assets over to Cyndi. Cyndi was part of every aspect of my life, even my communications overseas to determine how the bartered bride business really worked, so I could write a book exposing the fraud to be entitled “Love and Other Four Letter Words” (subtitled “The Invasion of Planet Earth by Teenage Russian Mail-Order Brides from Cyberspace).


You see, I happen to love Cyndi. I know – that just isn’t fashionable in this day of throw-away relationships, but it is true.


I often have written of how lucky I have been to have had her. About the terrific kids we have. About how my family life serves to steady my universe. All true, even now, as I write these words from a jail cell in Northern Idaho while awaiting sentencing and endeavoring, as best I can, to get a new trial.


My Love Story


Let me try, first, to tell you of my love for Cyndi. She is my mate, pal, helper, lover, buddy, partner, mother of our kids… my first and last wife…my best friend. The love of my life. She is so much better than I deserve. I could go on.


There is a reason for this paen to my blushing bride, of course. To see that the Emperor of my story has no clothes, you must first get, on a visceral level, as do my closest friends, just how ludicrous it would be for me to want my wife dead.


I recall the moment I first laid eyes on Cyndi and the spontaneous burst of surprise and pleasure that crossed her face just before she cast her eyes down and first smiled for me that impish little grin of hers that I love so much. In less than two minutes, I was swept away, though I did my manly best to seem inaffected. It was love at first sight and, 27 years later, my heart still leaps up every time I catch sight of her again.


I could, and should, go on like this for a long time, but please know that I still see Cyndi as my one and only soulmate. There is much, much more to this story, though, and I have to give you at least an overview in this first installment.


My Way


At my lawyers request, I have kept silent (though, not silent enough) about my case. I have made no public statements until today and have yet to speak with anybody from any media outlet. I bit my tongue during my recent trial and, against my better judgment, agreed not to take the stand to testify in my own behalf. Fat lot of good all that has done me!


No more. I did it my lawyer’s way and now, at age 65, I am facing a mandatory minimum sentence of 30 years, with 70 years a very real possibility. Obviously¸ any sentence over 10 years is redundant to my life expectancy, especially in view of the medical problems I have seen in recent years (yet another lengthy, though relevant, story for another day).


Now we are going to do it my way, which likely will involve a good deal of sound and fury.


All My Trials


First up: Motion for a New Trial which my Federal judge will reject in summary fashion. I will have to rely on an appeal to get that new trial. It should be a laydown appeal, though, because this judge repeatedly committed reversible error (more than one story for other days).


We wrecked a sizable legal defense fund (the thanks for which will take more future stories than you will want to read) during the first trial, so I very possibly will have to represent myself at retrial. Spare me the jokes – all lawyers are fools (else¸ we wouldn’t even be lawyers, of course).
Lessee now, where were we? Oh, yes. What really happened? Here’s the executive summary:


The Idahun Hit Man


Larry the Idahun handyman/builder/junk hauler whose cousin’s name is Daryl, I swear (though I do not yet know if the cousin has one or more brothers also named Daryl), worked off and on for us for years. Larry knew we had hidey-holes here and there on the property, because he built some of them for us. Larry stumbled across one of three silver stashes in an outbuilding and then he searched and found two others. All told, Larry stole $45,000 in silver bullion from us at the then price of $18 per ounce.

Knowing I/we would discover the theft, Larry apparently decided that I/we had to go, so he set out to kill me/us with car pipe bombs. Like Wiley Coyote, Larry must shop at ACME because neither of the two bombs that he then placed on the two cars I drive (one of which Cyndi drove about half the time) went off.


Larry says he removed the bomb attached to one car and then believed the other “fell off” when his cousin Daryl failed to see it after being told to look.


There is an alternate theory that explains the car pipebomb as having been emplaced after I was arrested, but the foregoing seems the most likely scenario.


It is undisputed that Larry sold silver on three different occasions (remember, he stole three of our hidden stashes) – he produced receipts for those sales (totaling just a few thousand dollars) during his testimony at my trial. Larry claimed I gave the silver to him as part of my $10,000 payment to him for killing my precious Cyndi. Larry did actually admit that I didn’t give the silver to him (he took it from one of the three hidey-holes, he said).


Making a Federal Case Out of It


Why did Larry then go to the FBI and fess up to his part in this sordid affair? In exchange for full immunity, of course. He still had to get me out of the way before I discovered his theft. I was beginning to mend from the four surgeries I had had in six months and I was starting to get out of the house.


Larry and I had been talking a lot during those six months, because he was helping us out with many things, including feeding our horses twice a day whenever Cyndi was out of town tending to her very ill mother who lives alone. I explained my difficulties with the ADL, the Russian Mafia, the FBI and others. All he needed to do was make one phone call in order to be conscripted into helping get me out of the way, which is just what he wanted.


Just a Coincidence


The ADL’s internet site hit piece on me was quoted in the very first court filing – coincidence? The FBI is alleged by us conspiracy theorists to be in bed with, if not controlled by, the ADL. More coincidence? Why did Larry go to the FBI rather than the local Sheriff or state authorities, like most of us would do? Yet still more coincidence? Larry said that he travelled nine hours to Oregon to ensure the bomb fell off the car that Cyndi then was driving, but he couldn’t be bothered to take the time to look for himself. Really? Of course, it is just coincidence that this interstate trip is the only thing that gave jurisdiction to the FBI…isn’t it? Do you still believe in coincidence? I don’t.


Ok, you may be saying – What’s the big deal? My word against the Idahun’s, so I should be exonerated without a fight. That would be true if not for those pesky audio recordings that Larry and the FBI claim memorialize my hiring Larry the Idahun hit man. But let’s save that story for the next installment in this epic affair, “Sex, Lies and Audiotapes.”


There is so much more to come in this story: Russian Mafia intrigue, teenage beauty queens, official (and unofficial) corruption, mail-order brides, Hannibal Edgar, the Tao of Ed, private jets, Tahiti…..and more, believe it or not. Remember, seeing is disbelieving.


With a little help from my friends and my lovely Cyndi, who resolutely has stood by me throughout this ordeal, I will get this and future installments out to my list and posted on my website , as well as others. Bear with us, please.


I was finally seeing some of the mail sent to me in recent months. However, I’m once again being moved and at this moment, no one knows where. So please visit www.free-edgar-steele.com for updates on where to send mail.

Last edited by -JC; November 27th, 2011 at 05:38 AM.