My 8th Grade P.E. teacher was quite a character. One day Mr. Gehr had to fill in supervising one of my classes on short notice. I’m thinking it was because the teacher had a nervous breakdown and had to leave the school in an ambulance. Or maybe I’m just dreaming that detail up. Anyway, this class was a very special class, composed of the most dubious characters in the school, a class I was designated into due to my behavior “problem” at Leal Elementary, a class that could have caused a nervous breakdown, so disruptive were some of the characters. Actually, the most dangerously violent among us tended to be the most quiet in class. Kenny Shakleford would soon have a violent death in a North End police shoot-out. I’d already had my last real fist-fight, and developed a new strategy of using fast feet to immediately escape any threatening situations. No doubt our local King of the Greasers, Frank Sowers (who once tried to pick a fight with me, even though he outweighed me by around 50 pounds); he was in that class as well. There was a black gay male in the class, really the only flamboyantly gay person in the school, although the word “gay” wasn’t really in common usage at the time; we just thought of them as guys who acted like girls. His hormones had obviously kicked in long before ours and could talk a blue streak on almost any subject. He was very theatrical with his manners.
In order to fill in the time until the end of his impromptu class, Mr. Gehr told us a story about how he’d driven a needle through the palm of his hand, a story filled with gory details and one that began with a lesson in self-hypnosis, since this was done without anesthetics. I don’t recall whether Mr. Gehr used his hypnosis skills on anyone other than himself, however, I do remember thinking how weird it was that Mr. Gehr wanted to drive a needle through the palm of his hand, unless it was some sort of strange homage to Jesus on the Cross. I’d just recently lost my Lutheran religion and felt like a sap for being taken in by such an obvious fairy-tale for so long, so stigmatas had no effect on me whatsoever.
A few days later, however, my P.E. class was about to take off on a 30-minute cross county run, when that gay kid came up to me. “Hey, Steve,” he said. “A few of us are going to give Mr. Gehr a rub-down, so we don’t have to go on the run. Why don’t you come hang out with us? It’s really fun.” While those might not have been his exact words, I got the general gist and quickly said, “No, thanks!” while jetting off to the front of the line as quickly as possible, using my superior speed to exit that situation post haste. I never heard another word about any “rub-down” sessions with Mr. Gehr.
Who knows? Maybe it was all non-sexual, but after that weird self-hypnosis speech, I had a different take on Mr. Gehr, and it wasn’t very trusting.
The Sandusky scandal at Penn State is really just the tip of the iceberg, and I’m sure there were probably trails in that case that could have led to more powerful people, but those have been likely scuttled behind the scenes. Sexual child abuse isn’t just a problem in the Mormon and Catholic hierarchies, it’s a huge problem inside the beltway.
This awful situation threatened to erupt when the Frankin Savings and Loan went down in Omaha, Nebraska, a scandal that should have exposed Warren Buffet and his Masonic cronies in the Union Pacific. Apparently the nearby Boy’s Town, the most famous Catholic orphanage in America, was feeding brainwashed children to powerful people in Washington, while the CIA was videotaping the abuse to maintain ultimate power over the abusers. Long ago, being a secret gay person was enough to destroy a man’s career and one compromising photo was enough to insure compliance. That’s the way J. Edgar Hoover was controlled as a photo of him giving a blow job to longtime assistant Tolsen was in the hands of the CIA and the mafia, although who had it first is unknown. Today, however, merely being a closeted gay is not nearly enough it seems, as intoxicated power brokers are offered up innocent orphans in expensive townhouses in Georgetown.
Many of the children involved described being forced to participate in orgies, some of which included a child being murdered during sex, usually by a bullet to the head while being sodomized. It’s a scene out of Bertolucci’s 1900, or a William Burrough’s novel. Despite the evidence, these victims were punished for telling the truth so the guilty could escape. This could not have happened in today’s post-Sandusky, post-Catholic Church settlements environment. Whether these murders were committed for sexual thrills, or to experiment with mind control technology involving trauma, or just a combination of the two remains unknown. The one person whose name surfaces most often in this case on the mind control side is Michael Aquino, who claims to be a high-ranking officer in the NSA, even though he was forced out of the military after a child abuse scandal at the Presido in San Francisco while he was stationed there. Aquino has been a longtime participate in the blue blood bastion of occult ceremony, Bohemian Grove.