The DERBIG Conspiracy

The year was 1945. World War II had diffused, Germany was in ruins, and Hitler's men were being tried for war crimes. Roaming and lurking behind disguise and shadow a society of Nazi scientists, named Der BIG (Der Berlin Intelligenzgruppe: The Berlin Intelligence Group), worked their way from Germany to the shores of America under the guise of the SIS.

The Federal Bureau or Investigation had created a Special Intelligence Service (SIS) Division in June of 1940 which dipped into the Western Hemisphere sending undercover FBI Agents purposed with finding and identifying Axis intelligence agents. Some 1,300 Axis intelligence agents were identified, but only about 10% were prosecuted. Because the FBI extended its hand so far, it was stretched thin. To balance the Bureau, men were recruited overseas. Intensive background checks were conducted and thorough interviews were undertaken, but that could not root out those residing within Der BIG. The members of Der BIG did not exist, therefore, they found it easy to become anyone they pleased. When President Truman ordered the program's end in 1947, several former SIS offices became the backbone of the FBI's foreign liaison efforts. This created the pathway for the members of Der BIG to come to American soil.

Infiltration of the FBI gave way to the group calling themselves Erpressung. They were known only to J. Edgar Hoover and his extremely close friend, Associate Director Clyde Tolson. The Epressung were rumored to have exploited Hoover through blackmail concerning a homosexual relationship with Tolson. Fidelity, Bravery, and Integrity were waning.

The Legal Attaché (Legat) Program that stemmed from the SIS held offices in Canada. Members of Der BIG gave one of these offices their focus. Hoover was forced to allow them to take control of it. It was in the south east corner of Canada in Nova Scotia. Equipment, money, and manpower was channeled to them without question. Hoover made sure that future directors would not be able to trace the funding or equipment, and if they were able to, a small task force he'd created would utilize blackmailing techniques to bring a venturing director to cooperation. Der BIG brought in unknown contractors and built an underground facility just outside of Halifax in forest area to house their experimentation. On January 8th, 1947, the DERBIG facility began to function.

These men, trained and knowledgeable in the art of human experimentation, found themselves desiring the god ship once more. Possessed with the desire to take life and toy with it, they began the systematic abduction of Canadian and American people. Those that tried to oppose, those that tried to investigate, and even those that mistakenly wandered into discovery were silenced by death.

Men were trained and began to develop the same thirst for human experimentation as had the originating members. Experiments included the simplest of experimental muscular enhancement drugs to the worst experimentation of mind control. The DERBIG Conspiracy would have gone unnoticed if it were not for one mistake.

September 19th, 1948, an attempt was made on the life of Roscoe H. Hillenkoetter, the CIA director at the time. DERBIG had undertaken to gather some of the most brilliant and established people in the world to experiment with. These included Nikola Tesla, Director Roscoe H. Hillenkoetter of the CIA, and others. Director Hillenkoetter was nearly kidnapped by a group of men on June 8th, 1948.

After this, he began receiving letters requesting his presence at certain meetings. The letters were filled with threats that his reputation would be destroyed if he disobeyed. Hillenkoetter did not respond favorably to blackmail and began to trace the letters with all the resources he could muster. July 15th, 1948, after receiving a finger print match, Hillenkoetter found a name: R. Hügel, a one time member of the FBI. Hügel had found himself residency in Van Buren Maine. Hillenkoetter trusted no one but himself, so he set out on his own.

July 17th, 1948, Hillenkoetter found a small cabin in Van Buren, owned by Hügel. Hügel, probably the least intelligent of the group, had kept a journal of all that he had done in Der BIG. Hillenkoetter understood the importance of this journal, so he took it, made copies of it, and mailed it to three close friends. Upon arriving home on July 19th, 1948, Hillenkoetter encountered two men waiting for him inside his house. Caught off guard, he ran from them, narrowly evading death.

He knew now that he was in over his head. Employing the resources of the CIA, Hillenkoetter created the top secret ADB (Anti-DERBIG Branch). This branch was given full access to all security areas, full rights to manpower, and complete availability of equipment. Their soul purpose was to investigate, create upheaval, and dismantle the DERBIG Conspiracy. Those within the ADB had no identity, no residency, and all the power of the CIA. Hillenkoetter made certain that the rest of the CIA was kept unaware of the ADB, to ensure its secrecy.

The ADB has been pursuing destruction of the ever expanding DERBIG Conspiracy ever since.

I say this so that you may all see and know the truth. My life is in jeopardy and only the truth can save me. Now you know.

~11847

One Ring To Rule Them All

I just sat through eleven hours of Lord of the Rings Extended editions. It was awesome.

Flu to the Cold

Well, I overpowered the flu, but then moved on to the cold. My suffering is longlasting. I haven't been so sick in a long time. By so sick, I mean frequency. I held apologetics last night, it was fun, but I had a heck of a time when reading cause my nose is so stuffed. It's not fair.

On the other hand, I always love being sick when Maggie is there to take care of me. She's the best.

Anyway, a short post, but I'm building up to a larger one. More on that later.

The Flu

Well, I'm lying in bed eating a piece of toast sick with the flu. I stayed up all night visiting the toilet often. Now, I have a little bit of a sore throat, a headache, I'm sore, and tired, but I am feeling much better. The flu sucks.

Jesus Christ: The Undeniable

I found this article in the Google ad on my site. I have to say that it is incrediblely well done. My faith was strengthened after reading it. I encourage you to read it as well.

Felt Foto

My friend Scott has created a site that I think should be shared with everyone who has eyes. His photography is impressively brilliant. My favorites are the scenic photos. Visit it here.

Pick Up Your Cross

Things are going alright lately. It's been busy, but I'm staying upright. God is strengthening me through trials at work and within the church lately.

My boss is kind of a jerk at times, so I struggle with my attitude while working. It's always a challenge to keep optimistic when your position is unmoving in the company after two years and your boss has little respect for you, but I look to my co-workers who build me up in Christ and in confidence. They not only encourage, but hold me in check when I begin saying things that I will eventually regret saying. Every once in awhile I lose sight of the fact that God is my boss, not that guy that sits in the nice office writing my evaluations. Prayer is always good.

The church youth group seems to be steadily dying. I struggled for weeks about what to do. It's been mentioned that the building is so run down that people don't want to invite their friends to it, but nobody seems to care to fix it up. That bothered me, but not a big deal.
Church also seems to take up a lot of my time, which takes away from my time with Maggie, family, friends, and myself. On that note, I put a lot of work into my lessons hoping to reach the kids and impact their lives, but it seems that the response has been to crack jokes, or try to draw attention from the message and to some stupid act of immaturity. I get annoyed at them talking over me and ignoring me when I try to speak, but last Thursday, I tried something new. I explained that coming to church for friends and games isn't the point. I let them know that I wasn't going to continue casting pearls to swine. To speak to a group of people and receive no response in an environment that should produce one is unsettling and discouraging. Doing the work cannot be about the results, because often times ministry won't be rewarding, but I know that the people I spoke to could do better and weren't trying. Youth became a fun get together time with a small serious note that could simply be ignored to top off the social gathering they expected.

While the message seemed to be received well, my only regret was that there were only three high schoolers there to hear it. The junior highers, while of great importance, I don't think truly understood what it was I was trying to say, so I didn't expect a huge response from them. The point in all of this is to build the ministry of God, not to feel sorry for myself or anybody, but that my time working is not spent in vain. God needs to move on these youth, but it takes a willingness on their part that I just don't see.

I'm really just yammering on and on right now, but it feels good to do so.

I'm selling my bike here on ebay. Once it's sold, I'll be able to pay off the new bike. I must say that the new one rides impressively. The rubber mounted engine makes all the difference. Go there and check it out. If you want it, bid something like $20,000. Thanks.

I gave Sandie a bath tonight. She hates baths. I actually have to get into the shower with her to bathe her. She whimpers and yips from the torture of the shower head. If I'm not careful, I'll end up with claw marks across my entire body, soap in my eye from her shaking off to dry, or I become a doggie jungle gym. Once she's out however, she becomes excessively hyper and runs all around the house trying to dry off. It's really funny. As anybody would, I expected her to hate me for bathing her, but she instead loves me to no end. She's the funniest dog I know.

Anyway, enough typing for tonight.

Sandie

This is Sandie, the newest addition to our family. I found her one day last month wandering the streets. She didn't have a collar, there was nobody around that could've been looking for her, and she had major dreadlocks goin on, so I took her in. I called the animal shelter and put in her description, but no one ever called, so we named her Sandie. At first Maggie wasn't going to allow her to be on the couch and DEFINITELY not in the bed, but now she sits with us on the couches and sleeps in our bed at night. She's made her way deep into Maggie's heart and mine too. She's the cutest little girl I've ever seen. Don't you think?