tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50055274334516333032023-06-20T05:26:51.197-07:00AndrzejSudaAndrzejSudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18377564826486769377noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005527433451633303.post-23873610844079287372008-01-27T13:57:00.000-08:002008-01-27T14:02:26.499-08:00It's Abuse, not Science Fiction!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>This is my story...</b></span><br /></div><a href="http://www.aisjca-mft.org/libro.htm"><br />Buy the book here!<br /></a><a href="http://www.aisjca-mft.org/libro.htm"> </a><br />My name is Andrzej (Andrew) Suda. My story has many facets. It started very ordinary and only some<br />shocking events of 1995 forced me to realize that something not so ordinary, rather horrific, was going on in my<br />life. It may be going on in you life too, but you don’t know it yet…<br />From my experience, people who didn’t recognize certain signs on time are already long dead. Please spare a<br />few minutes, read my story. It may help to make the world a better place one day.<br />I was born in Poland, grew up during communist domination, finished college and received a Masters of Arts<br />degree in industrial design from the Academy of Fine Arts in Warsaw. Was I an anticommunist? Yes, more<br />vocal than active. A natural sense of justice (and common sense as well) made it impossible for me to accept<br />and adapt myself to this cruel and perverted political system. I was longing for a normal life in a normal<br />environment. As soon as it was possible, I immigrated to the U.S.A.<br />About a year after my arrival to New York City, a Polish girl named Anna (a “cousin” of a friend from my<br />college) arrived and we started dating. We moved (1990) to San Diego and purchased a house together as joint<br />tenants (1993). Shortly thereafter my health started to deteriorate; nevertheless I kept working in order to pay<br />the mortgage. In the same moment, my girlfriend quit her job and pretended to look for another over a period<br />of about 1.5 years. (1994-1995)<br />Through a string of events I realized that she is an intelligence agent on a mission and I (as a naïve artist/church<br />decorator) am her cover. Crazy as it sounds…I have attached evidence to document this. (1995)<br />I was being poisoned by my girlfriend. The Poison Clinic of the University of California at San Diego<br />suspected RICIN. I tried to collect as much evidence as possible of her true “profession” before my escape<br />from the “unhealthy” environment. At the time, I cooperated with the Criminal Intelligence Unit of the San<br />Diego Police Department. After conducting their own investigation, their findings proved the severity of my<br />situation to be so grave that they helped me get a concealed weapon permit.<br />I went to the FBI and within two weeks of “cooperation”, I realized I had been sold out. The Office of the<br />Inspector General of the United States Department of Justice accepted my complaint against the FBI and started<br />their own investigation. Together we were able to gather evidence of the FBI’s treachery. Unfortunately<br />Washington headquarters “transferred” the agent who was assisting me, and put a “blanket of silence” over the<br />whole case.<br />Since then my life had become a living hell. I realized that there is something bigger than the Cold War,<br />something that people would sacrifice the safety of their own country in order to protect its secrecy. I knew that<br />one of my girlfriend's supervisors (handlers?) was a Polish representative to the UN, who became a professor at<br />Harvard. I knew that the local (San Diego) ABC TV station was personally stopped by Peter Jennings from<br />investigating my case (they aired a program about similar KGB operatives earlier).<br />The biggest obstacles on my way to expose all of it? Attacks against my financial well being, isolating me<br />socially, sabotage at work and of my car, ringing in ears, super vivid dreams that drain you and keep you asleep<br />for many, many hours - these are all MC tricks constantly used on me. For the last six months it has been<br />physically impossible to sleep at home. Sometimes I cannot stay there during the day for more than 10-15<br />minutes. If they hope for my suicide…they got the wrong guy!!!<br /><br />To read more and view supporting documents, click on the attachment.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.aisjca-mft.org/Suda.pdf" target="_blank">http://www.aisjca-mft.org/Suda.pdf</a><br /><a href="http://www.aisjca-mft.org/libro.htm"><br />Buy the book here!<br /></a>AndrzejSudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18377564826486769377noreply@blogger.com1