February 26, 2017
Poison Hot Apple Cider
The following incident occurred at a Trump protest rally in Eugene, Oregon one month after he was elected. Because of the timing we assume the incident discussed here was in planning stages during the Obama administration. I’m sure we’ll never know for sure.
On Sunday, February 26, 2017, I was pulling into Eugene’s Whole Food Market parking lot when I observed the anti-Trump rally across the street at the Federal Courthouse. Always curious, I walked over and joined the dozen or so people who were observing the large group of protesters across the street. People were holding up signs and waving while passing cars honked their horns in support. A middle-aged man with a short white beard and small hat was standing beside me. While I was concentrating on the protesters across the street, he turned toward me and said, “I sure wish I had your white curly hair.” I am used to such comments from women, but this was unusual coming from a man. Especially with all the excitement and noise. We spent a few minutes chatting about the disastrous presidential campaign and the anti-Trump protests taking place all over the world. Like most people I had talked with, he seemed totally bewildered by the Trump phenomena.
While we stood chatting and watching the activities in front of the Federal Court House, a young woman emerged from the crowd and headed our way . She was carrying what appeared to be a food tray with two small paper cups. I thought, if this was all she had left to give away, why didn’t she offer it to someone in the much larger crowd she was leaving. To get to our side of the street she would have to cross four lanes of traffic. As she stepped into the crosswalk and headed in our direction her eyes were focused on me.
About halfway across the street she left the crosswalk and headed at an angle straight toward my new friend and me. Finally standing before us she asked if we would like some hot apple cider. After her long walk to reach us, how could the cider still be hot? And why did she take the trouble to come this far with only two cups of cider? Why would she leave the huge gathering of protestors and take the trouble to cross the busy street to come to our small group with only two cups of cider? I would later realize this was a special delivery treat from President Obama.
Excitement was in the air as my new friend and I took the two cups of cider and thanked her. She promptly turned and headed back across the street and disappeared back into the crowd. Without bidding me farewell, my friend silently left me and followed her. When I sipped the now cool apple cider, I detected a strange taste and suspected something was amiss. The taste and the manner in which it was delivered to me caused me to suspect it contained poison, so I tossed most of it into the nearby bushes. How sorry I was that I didn’t save the paper cup for analysis.
That evening I started feeling ill and weak. By next morning I had little energy and my legs felt heavy and didn’t want to move. I forced myself to go to the gym, but quit about halfway through my routine. I was certain that it was the “hot apple cider” that caused my symptoms. And I was certain this was just another US Government attempt to silence me. Obama, who I had placed so much hope in was doing his best to get rid of me.
For the past nineteen years I have had to be alert to potential harm from Schwab and and four US presidents.
A couple days later I still wasn’t feeling great, but decided to try the gym again. The results were the same and once more I had to give up early. I talked with my primary doctor about the apple cider incident and asked if she could order testing for poison. She said diagnosing poisoning was difficult due to the number of potential substances and recommended I go to ER where they could do lab work. It’s amazing how skeptical people are when you tell them you think you’ve been poisoned. The ER doctor was skeptical and had difficulty maintaining his composure as I told him I thought I had been poisoned at the anti-Trump rally. It became easier when I told him a little about Schwab and US Government’s fifteen years of trying to get rid of me. I used my iPhone to show him my blog and photos of my books. He proceeded to order lab work that he thought might offer clues about what was causing my symptoms. When he returned with the test results he said, “Your symptoms are due to severe dehydration. You need to drink more water.” Because my lifestyle had not changed and the symptoms were of a sudden onset, I tied the dehydration to poisoning from the apple cider. I looked it up and indeed dehydration is one of the symptoms of arsenic poisoning. How lucky I am that I didn’t like the taste of the apple cider and tossed most of it into the bushes.
I have never been able to receive a direct answer from doctors about what to do about suspected poisoning, so I called the Poison Control hotline. They told me that if one suspects they’ve been poisoned they should report it to the police department. After all it isn’t nice going around poisoning people and trying to kill them. In my case, whenever I have reported suspected foul play to any level of government, they do not respond. However, I followed Poison Control’s advice and reported the apple cider incident to Eugene’s Police Chief Pete Kerns, my representatives in Congress, and President Obama. I also posted my story on my blog where it would be read at thousands of corporate and government offices around the world. As usual, I did not receive a response, which I will interpret to be a confirmation that my suspicions were correct: Schwab and/or the US Government had tried to kill me again.
Explanation:
The FBI was aware that Whole Foods was one of my favorite place to shop. They had already used this store to set me up with three encounters with male and female undercover agents that I’m aware of. The FBI also knew I was attracted to political rallies. So, while tracking me and noticing I was heading for Whole Foods, across the street from the anti-Trump rally, they were ready for me.
Since this attempt to poison me, the FBI has set me up in additional encounters at Whole Foods. These have all occurred in eating area. Most of these encounters are for the purpose of befriending me, gathering personal information, and harassing me. Others are for setting me up in sting and entrapment operations. Because of my many years of experience dealing with Charles Schwab & US Government undercover agents, it only takes a few minutes to recognize what these people are up to. I discuss some of these encounters in my books.
Published: 05 February 2022 by Wayne Pierce & IBM Associates