This week, we will have on the very controversial, Douglas Dietrich. Douglas is a fascinating individual. I am including his full bio below. This interview went over 3 hours, so I am breaking it into 2 parts. Part 2 will be next week. Overall, he talks about the hidden side of WWII, and we eventually lead into The Battle of L.A. and Roswell. This is a very different version of history.His website can be found at www.douglasdietrich.com.
Douglas Dietrich Biography
I emerge from a Tradition of Service to the Constitutional Republic of the United States. I am a Naturalized American Citizen, born the son of a Caucasian American Sailor in the Nationalist R.O.C. (Republic of China), as Reestablished on The Island of Formosa (Taiwan). He himself retired from the U.S. Navy after thirty years of Duty covering Gunboat Patrol in the twilight years ofWarlord China (circa 1936—1941); the proactive phase of American belligerency in World War II (circa 1941—1945); through The Korean Conflict (circa 1951—1953 [The Two Koreas remain in a Declared State of War – with American Occupation of South Korea – to this day]); and well into the establishment of American involvement in The Viêt-Nam Counter-insurgency (circa 1961—1966; Retiring in the year of my birth, prior to my conception [Viêt-Nam was to continue as an undeclared American War until 1975]).George Joseph Henry Dietrich (b.1919—d.2007) ultimately sported no less than a dozen medals on the uniform we buried him in.
I myself experienced the 1991 Kuwaiti Campaigns of Operation: Desert Shield (1990) and Operation: Desert Storm (1991) as a U.S. Marine after my initial eight years of experience as a D.O.D. (Department of Defense) Research Librarian at El Presidio Real de San Francisco Military Base – where the United Nations was founded On-Site at the height of WWII (January 1, 1942, just three weeks and three days after the Preemptive Japanese Surgical Strike on Pearl Harbor [Dec. 7, 1941]). There, along with my Primary Duty of Document Destruction, I was assigned to locate and access incredibly rare occult grimoires for the officially recognized Satanic Chaplain of the United States Army: Lieutenant Colonel Michæl A. Aquino (b.1946—Ret.: Col.).
"Mission-creep" (inappropriately assigned duties) had already commenced as soon as I entered employment at the Western Defense Command Center's Presidio Postal Library: I was continually contracted – in sub rosa – to plagiarize historical Research-Papers for officers to present before their Promotional Review-Boards. Inordinately expanded responsibilities also quickly exposed me to bloodcurdling stories of sexual-abuse – as related by the children using the Post Library's Children's Room – desperate accounts that the elderly staff contemptuously dismissed as childhood fantasies. The C.D.C. (Children's Daycare Center) On-Post was managed by Gary Willard Hambright (b.1952—d.1990), a Southern Baptist Minister (without a Pulpit) who was also my High School Graphic Arts Instructor at John H. O'Connell Vocational Institute (popularly regarded as: "San Quentin Prep"). By the time I succeeded in forcing the multiple authorities involved in investigating the ongoing assaults against El Presidio's underage population to take into account the damning evidence I had arrayed against Reverend Hambright; almost half-a-thousand children tested H.I.V. (Human Immunodeficiency Virus)-Positive: Virtually every child unfortunate enough to be raised behind the Sixth Army Headquarters' Españ (Spanish)-erected stone ramparts. Hambright himself died of A.I.D.S. (Acquired Immuno-Deficiency Syndrome) while On Trial, prematurely frustrating general public awareness of his mass-atrocity; much to the relief of the United States Army.
I was reinstated to my former Technical Reference Post for another two years after mustering out of the United States Marine Corps in Late-1991. Most immediately this was due to exposure to Cyclo-sarin Nerve Gas blown downwind from Chemical Weapons Storage Bunkers blown by the "See-Bees" (U.S. Naval Construction Battalions – or "C.B.s") at Khamisaiyah in Southern Iraq. Since then, my lungs have collapsed no less than seven times over a span of many years, ultimately necessitating radical experimental surgery that stapled them to my ribcage "permanently;" with a calculated twenty-percent chance of future – probably fatal – "spontaneous pneumo-thoraxes."
Another factor cutting short the normal Five-Year Marine Corps "Hitch" was a major diplomatic incident involving my "Desert Shield" Tour in Sa'udi Arabia (we spent over half of 1990 "In-Country: House of Sa'ud," assembling the ad-hoc Marine Corps "Task Force: Taro"). On August 7th of that year, at the Sa'udi port city of Æl Jubayl (south of our Port-of-Deployment), I personally attempted to prevent a Mutawh'wha'in (Sa'udi Religious Police) Unit from machine-gunning schoolgirls who were escaping from a burning dormitory. They were being shot because they were daring to expose themselves in public without veils (289 young women were ultimately burned alive in this heavily Censored Incident). Only impending State-of-(Undeclared) War prevented my extended incarceration in the "Brig" (Military Prison; it must be noted that American Marines are responsible for U.S. Embassy Guard Duty, and are thereby considered "Diplomatic Representatives-in-Uniform of the Constitutional Republic Abroad").
Returning to the United States and determined to pursue a career that would enable me to retire as soon as possible; I (transitionally) settled once again into the D.O.D. Library System as a Military Reference Technician. Unfortunately, my exotic ethno-national background; my 1984 involvement in Civil-War Nicaragua (tainted by my romantic liaison with a U.S. State Department-Identified Sandinista); my public exposure of the massive On-Site Presidio child-molestation fiasco through the years spanning 1985—1987; my Pre-Gulf War II (1991—) Civilian involvement with Ba'athist Iraq during the Summer of 1988; in turn compounded by my controversial Severance with the United States Marine Corps – all apparently correlated in dossier to present me as Prime Candidate for recruitment as "Patsy" by the self-proclaimed O.N.I. (Office of Naval Intelligence)/C.I.A./Mossad (Israeli Intelligence) Triumvirate which contacted me personally On-Base in the Summer of 1992 as they planned Operation: Mount Rushmore – the (abortive) Assassination of the Governor of Arkansas: Then-Presidential Candidate William Jefferson "Billy-Jeff" Clinton (b.1946—) during a Campaign stayover at the world-renowned San Francisco Ritz-Carlton Hotel.
By the time that the former Premier of the U.S.S.R. (Union of Soviet Socialist Republics) and last Gensek (General Secretary) of the Communist Party, Mikhail Sergeevich Gorbachev (b.1931—), leased Presidio property to establish his Neo-Socialist Think-Tank: The Gorbachev Foundation of North America; I was already transitioning into my Second Career as a Private Security Enforcement Agent – starting near the “Bodyguard Bottom” of the (initially) Unarmed Security Industry: Providing Security Presence and Escort in the Adult Entertainment Industry. I was able to “break into” the local Live/Exotic Entertainment Security provision business thanks to the Professional Recommendation of Ginotenelli Neilli (b.1939[?]—?), a Mulatto (Italian/Liberian) Corporal in the U.S. Army Reserves, stationed at El Presidio (until his Permanent Expulsion from Base Premises – resulting from a Tarot Card Reading Scam he was running amongst the On-Site officer’s wives) and a Licensed(?) P.I. (Private Investigator) with whom I had satisfactorily completed Contracts for in the past in what served as an Additional Revenue source – running jobs with him in Sub Poena Delivery (as well as rotationally relieving him on extended Private Surveillance Operations, et cetera). The particular San Francisco Adult Entertainment Partnership that he ingratiated me with was a Two-Family Duopoly that had utilized his services to their own ends before – and they were willing to take on one of his accomplices. It was here that I was familiarized with San Francisco's Underworld and Police Connections, as the S.F.P.D. (San Francisco Police Department) and the S.F.F.D. (San Francisco Fire Department), as well as the San Francisco Emergency Medical Services personnel (at that time a separate Department) provided their own form of “security” by chronic loitering in such facilities. There were times when such blue-collar bureaucrats outnumbered “civilian” clientele.
One of the Families eventually assigned me the responsibility of guarding the Co-Owner's son, who was a former member of the Sannyasin Cult of the self-proclaimed OSHO; the Asian Indian “Super-Guru:” Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh (b.1931—d.1990). This was the Oregon “Love” Cult that had founded an independent “Global Enlightenment Colony” (Rajneeshpuram City; est. in the U.S.: 1981—1986) in the Central Oregon Desert and proceeded to plot and perpetrate the massive and well-orchestrated “9/9” Bio-Terrorist Attack that killed many Americans – and sickened hundreds more – on Sunday, September 9th, in the truly “Orwellian” Year of 1984. I was considered well-prepared psychologically for this responsibility, as I had long ago learned the details of how this major act of Foreign Terrorism on American soil was completely "Blacked-Out" (in terms of its actual ramifications) by the U.S. Government – while incinerating evidence pertaining to "9/9-'84" back in my D.O.D. days. I was asked to protect my Client from The Bhagwan's former victims (or their relations), who were hell-bent on tracking him down for "Pay-Back." Being of half-Arabic extraction himself (of Palestinian origin, but Iraqi Nationality; on his father’s side), this man appreciated my low-level command of the Arabic language and my familiarity with the culture and geopolitics of South-West Asia; and conveyed the full story of 9/9 from the Cultic perspective.
Successful completion of my primary Contract-Assignment of note encouraged the Family that I had served to recommend me for enrollment into the San Francisco Police Academy (a very difficult proposition without inside connections, as the S.F.P.D. is one the highest-paid Constabularies in the United States, and can literally pick and choose their officer-candidates from across the nation – preferring “Lateral Transfers” - experienced veterans from other Police Departments); which I successfully completed in course. Unfortunately, permanent deafness from nerve-damage afflicting my right ear was sustained by Primary Exposure – as an adult – to the Chicken Pox; carried into the Academy by a Cadet infected by his own infant son. The S.F.P.D. Academy Certificate of Graduation in P.O.S.T. (Peace Officer’s Standard Training), however, helped to place me on a professional path that culminated in Assignment to guard the Prince and Princess of J’Yugoslăvijya at the height of The Third Balkan War (1991—1995 [The Balkan Secession Wars continue in Stabilized Confrontation until this day]), as well as participating in severalBosanski (Bosnian) and Hrvatski Vojna Krajina (Croatian Military Frontier) Field Actions ancillary to the security requirements of the House of KarajĐgeorjđgevićh’s (the Royal Dynasty of Srbvija [Serbia]: est. 1903—) Court-in-Exile (est. [London] 1941—).
One of the pivotal links to my involvement with the Srbvn (Serbian) Struggle For Survival Against American-Sponsored Islamic Insurgency in The Balkans was an (initially domestic) affair with a Srv (Serb) Čhetnik (Nationalist Partizan) Sniper; formerly a professional European Runway Model who had taken leave of High Fashion en route to Waco, Texas – when life as she had come to know it was destroyed by the 1993 B.A.T.F. (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms)/F.B.I. (Federal Bureau of Investigation) Siege and Massacre of her “Branch Davidian” Co-Religionists. The “Davidians” were a “Branch,” or Schism, of the Seventh Day Adventist Church. The largest concentration (in relation to population) of Seventh Day Adventists in the world is in the Vojvodina(Military Principality) Autonomous Province of Srbvija (Serbia). A large percentage of the people martyred in the name of their religion at Waco held J’Yugoslăv citizenship. Yet again, I was imparted by circumstances (this time personal, as opposed to professional) the full story behind a milestone “International” Incident (in this case: The Waco Massacre) from the perspective of a former Cultist. I was much taken with her ecstatic manifestations of faith while we were physically consummating her emotional rebound from the violent loss of her former lover (and Messiah): David Koresh (originally Vernon Howell: b.1959—d.1993), whom she had fallen in with while he was still "incarnate" as an aspiring Rock Guitarist afflicted with Yaru ‘Shælayem (Jerusalem Syndrome).
My Mercenary-work climaxed with "P&D" (Patrolling and Dispatching) Duties inside the highest-paid (and highest-risk) Uniformed Security Contract in the United States: Two Tours-of-Contract with two different Corporations in the ten-square city-block, seven-hundred and sixty-three Unit A.C.O.R.N. (Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now) Project-Site of West Oakland – after the H.U.D. (Housing and Urban Development) Police had been ousted as violently corrupt – and the Gang-Massacre of the entire Samoan Security Enforcement Detachment hired to replace them demanded Extreme Response. Following the National Scandal of The Purging of Armed H.U.D. Personnel in Oakland; H.U.D. Administrator Ron Brown (b.1941—d.1996) himself was to die in Bozna-i-Herzegovin (Bosnia-Herzegovina) – a victim of The Clinton Administration's Executive-Ordered Assassination – as widely acknowledged by The World Outside of the United States.
Unfortunately, all of the profits earned throughout my Second Career of high-skilled/high-payed/high-risked Mercenary Security Enforcement Contracts were to be expended in covering the astronomical medical expenses of my elderly parents – up to my parents' passing (and beyond) – which, due to a variety of mitigating circumstances (the closure of all Base-Facilities in the Greater San Francisco Bay Area, et cetera) were not covered under the U.S. Military Retirement Programs for either my father or his Dependent (his wife and my mother). I subsequently attended many years of lectures in Medical Journalism at U.C.S.F. (University of California, San Francisco) Medical School in order to better comprehend, and more effectively navigate, the monstrous Federal, State, and Municipal bureaucratic morass that both chronically threatened the very survival of the only two people that ever truly mattered to me and ultimately murdered them. These socially pervasive circumstances alone are a subject deserving in-depth national discussion – as are the machinations of the American Medical-Industrial Complex with which I had to contend with in context of my involuntary Third Career: Acting both as an Adult Protective Care-Provider and a Senior Patient Advocate through the Terminal Decade of my parents' lives.