MLM ist tot. Aber irgendwo und -wie sitzen noch so ein paar MLM-Zombies in ihrer virtuellen MLM-Stammkneipe, die haben das nicht mitgekriegt. Dabei brauchten sie doch nur bei sich selber zu lesen.
Kuck hin, Kollege! DA! SIEH ES DIR AN!
Verfasst am 07-03-2014 04:14:16 pm von MLM Reporter
Liebe Forenuser, Mitleser und MLM Interessierte,
in letzter Zeit gingen vermehrt Anfragen ein, was wir zu dem Unternehmen [...] wissen würden und ob wir dort nicht einmal nachprüfen könnten wie der aktuelle Stand ist.
Als das größte und älteste deutschsprachige Portal und Anlaufstelle für MLM haben wir uns einmal das Thema angeschaut und es runter gebrochen auf die wesentlichen Kernthemen die substanziell bedeutsam sind für eine rechtliche und legale Berechtigung.
So haben wir die Anfrage an das Unternehmen stellen lassen und haben zu unserer Überraschung auch eine Antwort bekommen, incl. einer Frage und Antwort direkt von der Anwaltskanzlei [...].
Wir möchten die Antwort einfach mit euch teilen und zur Verfügung stellen um sich ein eigenes Bild zumachen.
Eurer MLM-INFOS Reporter Team
Welche Kanzlei das ist und welches Unternehmen, das lassen wir für den Moment beiseite. In der Webseite gibt es nämlich was Interessantes zu lesen: eine linke Spalte und eine rechte Spalte.
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by Reto Stadelmann CH on 27/9/2014, 12:48
Gibt ein Network mit Tiernahrung?
by Ingo Wessollek on 26/9/2014, 17:58
Ist das MLM tot?
by Trendworks on 26/9/2014, 12:05
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by KerstinLehmann on 26/9/2014, 09:25
ACHTUNG! Gefälschte Mahnung von ebay im Umlauf!
by Michael Danis on 26/9/2014, 08:51
...welches mlm ist dann heute noch sinnvoll?
by hermann.u on 25/9/2014, 23:13
Pressebericht - TAG der ZAHNGESUNDHEIT
by Robert Sebald on 25/9/2014, 16:55
Vitamin D - der unerkannte Mangel
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Autoposter für Facebook
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Ihre Weiterempfehlung ist uns Gold wert !
by Hausmeister on 22/9/2014, 11:07
Lebt den der alte Holzmichel noch ------
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UNIQUE SELLING PRODUCTS mit großer WIRKUNG
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Wenn ich mich nicht verzählt habe, sind das 30 Forumsposts in 10 Tagen.
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An mehreren Tagen war in den letzten 5 Wochen nicht ein einziges eingetragenes Mitglied anwesend. Von über 11000! Selbst am besten Tag waren es gerade mal 10 Mitglieder. Und das in der geboomstesten Branche des Jahrtausends, wo die Millionen nur so auf der Straße liegen, wo die dicken Schecks mit dem Laster angeliefert werden und eine rauschende Party nach der anderen gefeiert wird.
Ja, ist das denn nicht "das größte und älteste deutschsprachige Portal und Anlaufstelle für MLM"?
MLM ist so tot, daß selbst das "größte und älteste deutschsprachige Portal und Anlaufstelle für MLM" so platt ist wie ein Reifen mit Durchschuß.
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on: September 27, 2014, 01:50:41 PM
|Started by Omegafant - Last post by Omegafant|
Aktuell im WWW / Verschiedenes/ Meldungen aus aller Welt / Court of Justice of the European Union decision on tin cans
on: September 27, 2014, 11:28:33 AM
|Started by Omegafant - Last post by Omegafant|
This is a somewhat funny press release.
Court of Justice of the European Union
PRESS RELEASE No 136/11
Luxembourg, 15 December 2011
Press and Information
Judgment in Case C-119/10
Frisdranken Industrie Winters BV v Red Bull GmbH
A service consisting of the mere filling of cans bearing a sign protected as a trade
mark is not use of that sign which is liable to be prohibited
A service providermerely creates thewho merely fills under an order from and ontechnical conditions necessary for the otherprotected trade mark
the instructions ofperson to use theanother person
sign similar to a
Frisdranken Industrie Winters BV (‘Winters’) is a Dutch undertaking which is mainly involved in the
‘filling’ of cans with drinks produced by itself or by others.
Red Bull GmbH produces and markets an energy drink under the trade mark RED BULL. It has
obtained international registrations for that trade mark, valid, inter alia, in the Benelux countries.
Winters filled cans with fizzy drinks on the instructions of Smart Drinks Ltd, a legal person under
the law of the British Virgin Islands, which is a competitor of Red Bull. For that purpose, Smart
Drinks supplied Winters with empty cans, delivered with matching lids and all bearing various
signs, some of which were similar to the trade marks of Red Bull. Smart Drinks also delivered to
Winters the extract contained in the fizzy drink.
Winters filled the cans with a specific quantity of the extract in accordance with Smart Drinks’
directions and recipes, added water and, if necessary, carbon dioxide, and sealed the cans.
Winters then placed the filled cans at the disposal of Smart Drinks, which then exported them to
countries outside the Benelux. In the present case, Winters only performed the aforementioned
filling services on the instructions of Smart Drinks, and did not send the filled cans to that company.
Nor did Winters deliver or sell the cans to third parties.
Red Bull brought an action before the Dutch courts claiming that Winters had infringed its trade
mark rights and seeking an order that Winters cease use of signs which are similar to its trade
marks. In that respect, the Hoge Raad der Nederlanden (Supreme Court of the Netherlands) asks
the Court of Justice whether the mere ‘filling’ of packaging which bears a sign similar to a protected
trade mark must be regarded as ‘using that sign’ in the course of trade within the meaning of the
Trade Mark Directive1 even if that filling takes place as a service provided to and on the
instructions of another person.
The Court notes first that, under that directive, a trade mark proprietor is entitled to prohibit a third
party from using, without the proprietor’s consent, a sign identical with or similar to his trade mark
when that use is in the course of trade, is in relation to goods or services which are identical with,
or similar to, those for which that trade mark was registered and, due to a likelihood of confusion
on the part of the public, affects, or is liable to affect, the essential function of the trade mark, which
is to guarantee to consumers the origin of the goods or services.
The Court then considers whether, in the present case, a service provider such as Winters itself
makes ‘use’ of signs similar to the trade marks of Red Bull.
Council Directive 89/104/EEC of 21 December 1988 to approximate the laws of the Member States relating to trade
marks (OJ 1989 L 40, p. 1).
In that regard, the Court observes that the fact of creating the technical conditions necessary for
the use of a sign and being paid for that service does not mean that the party offering the service
itself uses that sign.
A service provider who merely fills, under an order from and on the instructions of another person,
cans already bearing signs similar to registered trade marks does not itself ‘use’ those signs within
the meaning of the Trade Mark Directive. Such a service provider merely executes a technical part
of the production process of the final product without having any interest in the external
presentation of the cans and in particular in the signs thereon and thus only creates the technical
conditions necessary for the other person to use them.
Moreover, the Court goes on to state that a service provider in Winters’ situation does not, on any
view, use those signs ‘for goods or services’ which are identical with, or similar to, those for which
the trade mark was registered, within the meaning of the Trade Mark Directive.
As the Court has already stated, that expression generally applies to goods or services of third
parties who use the sign. However, in the present case, it is established that the service provided
by Winters consists of the filling of cans and that this service does not have any similarity with
the product for which Red Bull’s trade marks were registered.
It is true that the Court has already held, in the context of the provision of services online, that that
expression in the directive may, under certain conditions, include goods and services of another
person on whose behalf the third party acts. Thus, the Court considered that a situation in which
the service provider uses a sign corresponding to the trade mark of another person in order to
promote goods which one of its customers is marketing with the assistance of that service is
covered by that same expression when that use is carried out in such a way that it establishes a
link between that sign and that service2.
However, the filling of cans bearing signs similar to registered trade marks is not, by its very
nature, comparable to a service aimed at promoting the marketing of goods bearing those signs
and does not imply, inter alia, the creation of a link between the signs and the filling service.
The undertaking which carries out the filling is not apparent to the consumer, which excludes any
association between its services and the signs.
Therefore, the Court holds that the Trade Mark Directive must be interpreted as meaning that a
service provider who, under an order from and on the instructions of another person, fills
packaging – which was supplied to it by the other person who, in advance, affixed to it a sign which
is identical with, or similar to, a sign protected as a trade mark – does not itself make use of the
sign that is liable to be prohibited.
NOTE: A reference for a preliminary ruling allows the courts and tribunals of the Member States, in disputes
which have been brought before them, to refer questions to the Court of Justice about the interpretation of
European Union law or the validity of a European Union act. The Court of Justice does not decide the
dispute itself. It is for the national court or tribunal to dispose of the case in accordance with the Court’s
decision, which is similarly binding on other national courts or tribunals before which a similar issue is raised.
Unofficial document for media use, not binding on the Court of Justice.
The full text of the judgment is published on the CURIA website on the day of delivery.
Press contact: Marie-Christine Lecerf (+352) 4303 3205
In particular, Case C-324/09 L’Oréal and Others, see also Press Release 69/11.
on: September 27, 2014, 11:03:16 AM
|Started by NoRPthun - Last post by Omegafant|
on: September 26, 2014, 08:06:41 PM
|Started by vanathang - Last post by vanathang|
Filed as "news", this pamphlet by Dr. Cyril Broderick was published in Liberia 17 days ago on 09/09/2014. It still is on-line and the publisher Liberian Observer seems to make no move to retract it.
The ebola wave will hit 1.4 mln victims by January, the WHO) says. Why does no one in Liberia stop Broderick and the Liberian Observer? Is mass murder by public media the new society sport in Africa? These new murderers do not need to buy bullets and do not even have to leave their air-conditioned offices to kill 1 mln people. What an efficacy.
Why do we pump money into that degenerate state? The US and _all_ other countries should stop their aid programs immediately.
Home / News / Security / Ebola, AIDS Manufactured by Western Pharmaceuticals, US DoD?
Scientists allege deadly diseases such as Ebola and AIDS are bio weapons being tested on Africans. Other reports have linked the Ebola virus outbreak to an attempt to reduce Africa’s population. Liberia happens to be the continents’s fastest growing population.
Ebola, AIDS Manufactured by Western Pharmaceuticals, US DoD?
Tue, 09/09/2014 - 09:59 admin
Dr. Cyril Broderick, Professor of Plant Pathology
Dear World Citizens:
I have read a number of articles from your Internet outreach as well as articles from other sources about the casualties in Liberia and other West African countries about the human devastation caused by the Ebola virus. About a week ago, I read an article published in the Internet news summary publication of the Friends of Liberia that said that there was an agreement that the initiation of the Ebola outbreak in West Africa was due to the contact of a two-year old child with bats that had flown in from the Congo. That report made me disconcerted with the reporting about Ebola, and it stimulated a response to the “Friends of Liberia,” saying that African people are not ignorant and gullible, as is being implicated. A response from Dr. Verlon Stone said that the article was not theirs, and that “Friends of Liberia” was simply providing a service. He then asked if he could publish my letter in their Internet forum. I gave my permission, but I have not seen it published. Because of the widespread loss of life, fear, physiological trauma, and despair among Liberians and other West African citizens, it is incumbent that I make a contribution to the resolution of this devastating situation, which may continue to recur, if it is not properly and adequately confronted. I will address the situation in five (5) points:
1. EBOLA IS A GENETICALLY MODIFIED ORGANISM (GMO)
Horowitz (1998) was deliberate and unambiguous when he explained the threat of new diseases in his text, Emerging Viruses: AIDS and Ebola - Nature, Accident or Intentional. In his interview with Dr. Robert Strecker in Chapter 7, the discussion, in the early 1970s, made it obvious that the war was between countries that hosted the KGB and the CIA, and the ‘manufacture’ of ‘AIDS-Like Viruses’ was clearly directed at the other. In passing during the Interview, mention was made of Fort Detrick, “the Ebola Building,” and ‘a lot of problems with strange illnesses’ in “Frederick [Maryland].” By Chapter 12 in his text, he had confirmed the existence of an American Military-Medical-Industry that conducts biological weapons tests under the guise of administering vaccinations to control diseases and improve the health of “black Africans overseas.” The book is an excellent text, and all leaders plus anyone who has interest in science, health, people, and intrigue should study it. I am amazed that African leaders are making no acknowledgements or reference to these documents.
2. EBOLA HAS A TERRIBLE HISTORY, AND TESTING HAS BEEN SECRETLY TAKING PLACE IN AFRICA
I am now reading The Hot Zone, a novel, by Richard Preston (copyrighted 1989 and 1994); it is heart-rending. The prolific and prominent writer, Steven King, is quoted as saying that the book is “One of the most horrifying things I have ever read. What a remarkable piece of work.” As a New York Times bestseller, The Hot Zone is presented as “A terrifying true story.” Terrifying, yes, because the pathological description of what was found in animals killed by the Ebola virus is what the virus has been doing to citizens of Guinea, Sierra Leone and Liberia in its most recent outbreak: Ebola virus destroys peoples’ internal organs and the body deteriorates rapidly after death. It softens and the tissues turn into jelly, even if it is refrigerated to keep it cold. Spontaneous liquefaction is what happens to the body of people killed by the Ebola virus! The author noted in Point 1, Dr. Horowitz, chides The Hot Zone for writing to be politically correct; I understand because his book makes every effort to be very factual. The 1976 Ebola incident in Zaire, during President Mobutu Sese Seko, was the introduction of the GMO Ebola to Africa.
3. SITES AROUND AFRICA, AND IN WEST AFRICA, HAVE OVER THE YEARS BEEN SET UP FOR TESTING EMERGING DISEASES, ESPECIALLY EBOLA
The World Health Organization (WHO) and several other UN Agencies have been implicated in selecting and enticing African countries to participate in the testing events, promoting vaccinations, but pursuing various testing regiments. The August 2, 2014 article, West Africa: What are US Biological Warfare Researchers Doing in the Ebola Zone? by Jon Rappoport of Global Research pinpoints the problem that is facing African governments.
Obvious in this and other reports are, among others:
(a) The US Army Medical Research Institute of Infectious Diseases (USAMRIID), a well-known centre for bio-war research, located at Fort Detrick, Maryland;
(b) Tulane University, in New Orleans, USA, winner of research grants, including a grant of more than $7 million the National Institute of Health (NIH) to fund research with the Lassa viral hemorrhagic fever;
(c) the US Center for Disease Control (CDC);
(d) Doctors Without Borders (also known by its French name, Medicins Sans Frontiers);
(e) Tekmira, a Canadian pharmaceutical company;
(f) The UK’s GlaxoSmithKline; and
(g) the Kenema Government Hospital in Kenema, Sierra Leone.
Reports narrate stories of the US Department of Defense (DoD) funding Ebola trials on humans, trials which started just weeks before the Ebola outbreak in Guinea and Sierra Leone. The reports continue and state that the DoD gave a contract worth $140 million dollars to Tekmira, a Canadian pharmaceutical company, to conduct Ebola research. This research work involved injecting and infusing healthy humans with the deadly Ebola virus. Hence, the DoD is listed as a collaborator in a “First in Human” Ebola clinical trial (NCT02041715, which started in January 2014 shortly before an Ebola epidemic was declared in West Africa in March. Disturbingly, many reports also conclude that the US government has a viral fever bioterrorism research laboratory in Kenema, a town at the epicentre of the Ebola outbreak in West Africa. The only relevant positive and ethical olive-branch seen in all of my reading is that Theguardian.com reported, “The US government funding of Ebola trials on healthy humans comes amid warnings by top scientists in Harvard and Yale that such virus experiments risk triggering a worldwide pandemic.” That threat still persists.
4. THE NEED FOR LEGAL ACTION TO OBTAIN REDRESS FOR DAMAGES INCURRED DUE TO THE PERPETUATION OF INJUSTICE IN THE DEATH, INJURY AND TRAUMA IMPOSED ON LIBERIANS AND OTHER AFRICANS BY THE EBOLA AND OTHER DISEASE AGENTS.
The U. S., Canada, France, and the U. K. are all implicated in the detestable and devilish deeds that these Ebola tests are. There is the need to pursue criminal and civil redress for damages, and African countries and people should secure legal representation to seek damages from these countries, some corporations, and the United Nations. Evidence seems abundant against Tulane University, and suits should start there. Yoichi Shimatsu’s article, The Ebola Breakout Coincided with UN Vaccine Campaigns, as published on August 18, 2014, in the Liberty Beacon.
5. AFRICAN LEADERS AND AFRICAN COUNTRIES NEED TO TAKE THE LEAD IN DEFENDING BABIES, CHILDREN, AFRICAN WOMEN, AFRICAN MEN, AND THE ELDERLY. THESE CITIZENS DO NOT DESERVE TO BE USED AS GUINEA PIGS!
Africa must not relegate the Continent to become the locality for disposal and the deposition of hazardous chemicals, dangerous drugs, and chemical or biological agents of emerging diseases. There is urgent need for affirmative action in protecting the less affluent of poorer countries, especially African citizens, whose countries are not as scientifically and industrially endowed as the United States and most Western countries, sources of most viral or bacterial GMOs that are strategically designed as biological weapons. It is most disturbing that the U. S. Government has been operating a viral hemorrhagic fever bioterrorism research laboratory in Sierra Leone. Are there others? Wherever they exist, it is time to terminate them. If any other sites exist, it is advisable to follow the delayed but essential step: Sierra Leone closed the US bioweapons lab and stopped Tulane University for further testing.
The world must be alarmed. All Africans, Americans, Europeans, Middle Easterners, Asians, and people from every conclave on Earth should be astonished. African people, notably citizens more particularly of Liberia, Guinea and Sierra Leone are victimized and are dying every day. Listen to the people who distrust the hospitals, who cannot shake hands, hug their relatives and friends. Innocent people are dying, and they need our help. The countries are poor and cannot afford the whole lot of personal protection equipment (PPE) that the situation requires. The threat is real, and it is larger than a few African countries. The challenge is global, and we request assistance from everywhere, including China, Japan, Australia, India, Germany, Italy, and even kind-hearted people in the U.S., France, the U.K., Russia, Korea, Saudi Arabia, and anywhere else whose desire is to help. The situation is bleaker than we on the outside can imagine, and we must provide assistance however we can. To ensure a future that has less of this kind of drama, it is important that we now demand that our leaders and governments be honest, transparent, fair, and productively engaged. They must answer to the people. Please stand up to stop Ebola testing and the spread of this dastardly disease.
Thank you very much.
Dr. Cyril E. Broderick, Sr.
About the Author:
Dr. Broderick is a former professor of Plant Pathology at the University of Liberia’s College of Agriculture and Forestry. He is also the former Observer Farmer in the 1980s. It was from this column in our newspaper, the Daily Observer, that Firestone spotted him and offered him the position of Director of Research in the late 1980s. In addition, he is a scientist, who has taught for many years at the Agricultural College of the University of Delaware.
The "newspaper" is on Twitter: https://twitter.com/libobserver
on: September 25, 2014, 10:24:51 PM
|Started by Thymian - Last post by velzan|
You saw the little ads by David Guardino. Now look at this:
Yes, there he is: John Benneth, the impostor.
WORLD'S GREATEST PSYCHIC DETECTIVE
*BRINGING PEOPLE TOGETHER*
Teachers 1-900-860-8600 $4.99/min
E.S.P. Reading 1-900-454-4544 $3.99/min
Personals 1-900-380-3701 $2.99/min
Credit Card Calls 1-888-271-8027
Extended Support Psychic Family
Personal, Portland, Oregon 503-667-3179
ADULTS & ENTERTAINMENT ONLY
(Weekly World News, 28th. April 1998, p22
And there is more of that:
Weekly World News, 28. Apr. 1998, p23
Weekly World News, 5. Mai 1998, p19
Weekly World News, 12. Mai 1998, p17
Weekly World News, 19. Mai 1998, p7
Weekly World News, 13. Okt. 1998, p22
Weekly World News, 20. Okt. 1998, p11
Weekly World News, 27. Okt. 1998, p45
Weekly World News, 3. Nov. 1998, p7
The page numbers may differ from what Google counts.
Yes, there he is: fraud John Robert Benneth.
"FACE YOUR DARK SIDE
First 20 seconds free, 4.99$/min thereafter.
For adults and entertainment purposes only.
For a FREE consultation
call now 1-888-271-8027
Absolutely no charge to call
Visit out World Wide Web address
(Weekly World News, 27th. October 1998, p44
John Robert Benneth fishes in the same muddy waters of tabloids like David Marius Guardino.
Note the "For adults and entertainment purposes only." Do read again the above quote of
Ladies and gentlemen, what I have to impart to you today is color, the Medicine Show, nothing more than a Cheapside entertainment, gratuitously given, thankfully received. I sing, I dance, I roll on the floor . . for notes of love. and a few pitched coins, and I’ll thank you for those . . gently please . .
On one hand John Robert Benneth claims "I am also a very good classical homeopath" (http://en.gravatar.com/johnbenneth), see above.
On the other hand the Benneth fraud wiggles his toes, dances like a saloon danseuse, and plays the clown.
Walter Hicks described the methods of David Marius Guardino. What did John Benneth copy of that, aside of the ad placements and the name "Marius"?
The web-site is by John Robert Benneth, yes, it is. Look up the numbers, search the web archives. Yes, it is John Robert Benneth.
And it is much worse.
This is an article of January 2001, 3 years after "world's greatest psychic detective" John Benneth baited gullible tabloid readers:
Mark Twain lives on in Virginia City
By Kelley Lang
This article was published on 01.25.01.
Virginia City is a place where Mark Twain made his mark.
Like many ghosts of Virginia City’s past, the spirit of Mark Twain seems to haunt the streets and hangouts of the famous boomtown.
Certainly, the living residents of the Comstock won’t let his memory fade. Twain’s popularity appears as strong as ever, and local audiences still flock to see Twain-inspired performances. Local impersonator McAvoy Layne is well-known for his portrayal of the satirist in local television commercials and stage performances. In December, actor Hal Holbrook performed his acclaimed one-man show, Mark Twain Tonight, for two sold-out performances at Piper’s Opera House.
This weekend, Virginia City newcomer John Robert Benneth will don the familiar distinctive wig and moustache for his one-man show, The Secret Twain. Benneth said he will recount the humorist’s lost stories and untold adventures in Virginia City.
He said one of the things he will talk about is Twain’s interest in mental telepathy and will even demonstrate some mind reading and hypnosis with willing audience members.
(Benneth, who hails from Oregon, said he’s had a little experience with this as a member of the Portland Magicians Society.)
He will also talk a bit about 19th-century humorist Artemus Ward, whom Benneth cited as an inspiration behind Twain’s writings, and Twain’s journalism stint at the Territorial Enterprise, where he worked with another famous Comstock character, Dan DeQuille.
Like his subject, Benneth was drawn to Virginia City, but it wasn’t the search for silver that brought him there. He said that for years, something told him to head for Northern Nevada. Last September, he decided to listen to his intuition and headed to Reno. When he arrived here, the actor couldn’t find a place to stay, because hotel rooms were filled up with tourists visiting for the Street Vibrations celebration. He said his inner voice told him to go to Virginia City, and he obeyed.
When he arrived in Virginia City, he was drawn to Piper’s Opera House. He said he felt a bit of deju vu when he saw Piper’s, because he had worked at a theater in Oregon that looked like the Virginia City landmark. The town made a good impression on him, and he quickly found work as a handyman with the Nevada Shakespeare Festival and got a part in a gunfighter show.
It didn’t take Benneth long to realize that Mark Twain was a popular attraction in this town. He decided to start learning more about this historical figure and spent several months researching the writer. He said Twain is the perfect ambassador for Northern Nevada, and he hopes there will be enough interest to make this show a more frequent event.
“Doors have opened to me,” he said. “[It’s] a testament of what you can do when you follow the little voice inside.”
The Secret Twain will be performed at 8 p.m. Jan. 26 and 1:30 p.m., 4:30 p.m. and 8 p.m. Jan. 27 at Piper’s Opera House, 12 N. "B" St., in Virginia City. Tickets are $5 for the matinee shows and $10 for the evening shows. Call 847-0454.
Why did Benneth go to Reno? He had no job there. Otherwise he would not have changed for Virginia City. And in Virginia Citiy? In Virginia City he worked as a handyman. JOHN ROBERT BENNETH, WORLD'S GREATEST PSYCHIC DETECTIVE, WORKS AS A HANDYMAN. Seems he never had any psychic powers. Or he would not have stranded there.
Benneth had been "member of the Portland Magicians Society". With what? With "some mind reading and hypnosis with willing audience members"? Doesn't this ring a whole orchestra of bells?
Benneth is a notorious liar. He cheats. He defrauds. Do note the tools he uses: hypnosis and mind reading, which is nothing else but cheating people. In his appearance as "world's greatest psychic detective" Benneth did just that. Like David Guardino did. They both exploited gullible people by manipulating them.
Guardino and Benneth have more in common: they share they same feeling of superiority. They feel like supermen who can outsmart others in any way. Like for pickpockets each person they see is a challenge, a prey to be cheated, to be ripped off. They are the same side of the same evil medal.
But John Benneth uses a twist: he claims to have medical powers. He claims to be "a very good classical homeopath" (http://en.gravatar.com/johnbenneth). That leaves no space anymore. That is no entertainment, that is no simply playing games with people. No, that is attempted murder. Or what else could John Benneth's statement "FDA APPROVES HOMEOPATHIC EBOLA CURE" (http://johnbenneth.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/fda-approves-homeopathic-ebola-cure/) be called?
It is mass murder! The WHO now estimates 1.4 million victims by January 2015. Ebola is out of control. But John R. Benneth tries to get people to donate money for sending homeopathica to Liberia: http://johnbenneth.wordpress.com/2014/09/13/proving-the-ebola-cure/ for "PROVING THE EBOLA CURE". Benneth wrote that on 13th. September.
Whatever insane shit John Robert Benneth invents, it is a challenge to outsmart others. He teases and twists, he nags, he gives Randi kicks in the ass. Read his rants about Randi. See his accomplice Winston Wu's rants about Randi and Benneth. Read how John Benneth fooled around in London and held a "lecture" on homeopathy:
Hi, Benneth here. Got back from London October 2nd after lecturing at Hahnemann College of Homeopathy, at the invite of Dr. Shashi SHarma, and the Cavendish Labs at Cambridge, at the invite of Prof. Brian Josephson. The title of the talk was "BEYOND THE MOLECULE: Supramolecular Chemistry and the Homeopathic Remedy."
We also had a chance to visit with Uri Geller at his home, where he bent a spoon for us right under noses, and gave it to my son.
It's hard to say what the highpoint of the trip was, it was all defintely beyond the molecule of materialist thinking . . .
See who runs http://www.debunkingskeptics.com --- Winston Wu.
John Benneth kicks scientists in the ass and frolics:
The point is that Prof Colquhoun, along with the rest of the anti-homeopathy tribe, has dismissed the possibility of aqueous structuring due to what they claim is their short duration of 9 ns, which would make the existence of clathrates impossible. However, as you have so kindly reiterated for those of us who are as smart as you, Wikipedia (and other sources) reveal clathrate hydrates are cages of HYDROGEN BONDED WATER MOLECULES. LOL! So are Colquhoun and Brooks now saying that these cages only last for only 9 ns?
Hydrates have been observed for at least 200 years. How is it then that Sir Humphry and Michael Farraday were able to see these aqueous structures using crude microscopes. The father of the periodic table of elements studied clathrates. Dmitri Mendeleev discovered that the density of alcohol/water mixtures did not vary smoothly as the concentrations changed, but showed bumps at several points; he attributed these to the formation of “hydrate clusters.” Did these last only 9 ns?
I just wonder how many of you homeoapthy haters might be honest enough to consider you may have made a mistake in judgement.
I stand ready to defend the thesis.
Benneth's claims are insane shit. Of course he does know that. Because that is just the fun he gets out of that. For he is the super-brain to outsmart all people on earth. He is John Benneth, the invincible. Now he tries to cheat whole African countries, and he does not give a damn if his victims will survive.
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on: September 25, 2014, 09:59:45 AM
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Plastiktütenhersteller scheitert auch in der Berufung mit Millionenklage gegen die Deutsche Umwelthilfe und deren Bundesgeschäftsführer
Victor Güthoff & Partner GmbH unterliegt vor dem Oberlandesgericht Kölnim Streit um biologisch abbaubare Plastiktüten - Eine auf die wirtschaftliche Existenzvernichtung der Deutschen Umwelthilfe und ihres Bundesgeschäftsführers abzielende Klage als strategisches Mittel der Lobbyarbeit ist gescheitert
Berlin, 25. 9.2014: Im Rechtsstreit um angebliche Falschaussagen zu biologisch abbaubaren Plastiktüten hat das Oberlandesgericht Köln die Klage der Victor Güthoff & Partner GmbH und der Ruppiner Papier- und Folienwerke GmbH gegen die Deutsche Umwelthilfe e.V. (DUH) abgewiesen (Az 15 U 28/14). Die Richter gaben der Umwelt- und Verbraucherschutzorganisation umfassend Recht und ließen die Revision nicht zu. Damit sind die beiden Plastiktütenhersteller, nach der Abweisung der Klage in der ersten Instanz vor dem Landgericht Köln, nunmehr auch in der Berufung mit der Verfolgung von Schadensersatzansprüchen auf ganzer Linie gescheitert.
Die Plastiktütenhersteller Victor Güthoff & Partner GmbH und die Ruppiner Papier- und Folienwerke GmbH hatten die DUH und ihren Bundesgeschäftsführer Jürgen Resch persönlich auf Schadensersatz in Höhe von mehr als 2,7 Millionen Euro verklagt. Grund waren zwei Pressemitteilungen des Umwelt- und Verbraucherschutzverbandes vom April 2012. Darin hatte die DUH mitgeteilt, dass die zum Teil aus Polymilchsäure (PLA) bestehenden Bio-Tragetaschen nach einer eigenen Umfrage unter deutschen Kompostierungsanlagenbetreibern zu den dort herrschenden Bedingungen weit überwiegend nicht kompostierbar waren.
"Die Aufklärungsarbeit der DUH über die verheerenden Umweltbelastungen der Plastiktüten-flut macht die chemische Industrie ganz offensichtlich nervös. Nur so ist zu erklären, dass die auf eine wirtschaftliche Existenzvernichtung der Deutschen Umwelthilfe und ihres Bundesgeschäftsführers abzielende Klage als strategisches Mittel der Lobbyarbeit entsprechender Industriezweige benutzt wurde. Die Plastiktütenhersteller müssen nach dem nun auch zweitinstanzlichen Scheitern ihrer Klage erkennen, dass sich Umweltschutzverbände nicht einfach kaltstellen lassen", erklärt der DUH-Bundesgeschäftsführer Jürgen Resch. Für Resch ist die Klage des Plastiktütenherstellers gegen die DUH nicht überraschend. Die Umwelt- und Verbraucherschutzorganisation setzt sich seit 2012 mit ihrer Kampagne "Einweg-Plastik kommt nicht in die Tüte" für eine radikale Abkehr von Einweg-Plastiktüten nach dem Modell Irland oder Kaliforniens ein, wo entsprechende Tüten mit einer Abgabe von 22 Cent belastet oder gänzlich verboten sind.
Die DUH hatte im Jahr 2012 auf die irreführende Werbung für Tragetaschen aus einem biologisch abbaubarem Kunststoff hingewiesen und die drei Handelsketten ALDI Nord, ALDI Süd und Rewe wegen der dadurch praktizierten Verbrauchertäuschung erfolgreich abgemahnt. Alle drei Unternehmen verkauften Tüten der Victor Güthoff & Partner GmbH. Das Chemieunternehmen BASF lieferte das Material zur Herstellung der Bioplastiktüten und gab Gutachten zum Umgang mit Produkten aus diesem Material in Auftrag. Entgegen dem auf den Tüten vermittelten Eindruck von Nachhaltigkeit sind die Bioplastiktüten nicht umweltfreundlicher als herkömmliche Plastiktüten. Die DUH bewertet sie, u. a. wegen des fehlenden Recyclingpfades, sogar als deutlich schlechter als die herkömmlichen Plastiktüten. Als besonders problematisch bewertet die DUH die Tatsache, dass der weit überwiegende Teil der auf eine DUH-Umfrage antwortenden Kompostierungsanlagenbetreiber mitteilte, erhebliche Probleme mit der Kompostierung der Tüten zu haben und sie diese daher aussortieren oder gar nicht erst annehmen. Nachdem ALDI Nord, ALDI Süd und Rewe gegenüber der DUH in Unterlassungserklärungen erklärten, ihre biologisch abbaubaren Plastiktüten nicht mehr als "100% kompostierbar" zu bewerben und diese aus dem Sortiment nahmen, wollte sich die Victor Güthoff & Partner GmbH und ihr Tochterunternehmen den dadurch vermeintlich entstandenen finanziellen Schaden, unter anderem für entgangene Gewinne, von der DUH und ihrem Bundesgeschäftsführer bezahlen lassen.
Die Unternehmen waren bereits erstinstanzlich vor dem Landgericht Köln gescheitert. Nunmehr wurde auch die Berufung durch das Oberlandesgericht zurückgewiesen. Das Gericht stellte fest, dass "auf der Grundlage des Parteivortrags und der von den Parteien eingereichten Unterlagen ohnehin davon auszugehen (ist), dass die Aussage (der DUH und des Herrn Resch), dass auch nach der DIN EN Norm 13432 als biologisch abbaubarer Werkstoff zertifizierte Bio- Tragetaschen (...), tatsächlich "nicht biologisch abbaubar", "nicht kompostierbar" und "nicht recycelbar" sind und "keine Kompostierung" erfolgt, sachlich zutreffend ist." (Urteilsbegründung, Seite 16).
"Das Urteil des Oberlandesgerichts Köln stärkt Umwelt- und Verbraucherschutzverbände in ihrer Arbeit und zeigt, dass selbst Millionenklagen nicht zur Einschüchterung taugen", sagt Rechtsanwalt Dr. Remo Klinger, der die DUH in dem Rechtsstreit vertreten hat.
Das am 16. September 2014 verkündete Urteil des Oberlandesgerichts Köln ist noch nicht rechtskräftig. Ein PDF-Ausdruck des OLG-Urteils kann über den folgenden Link abgerufen werden:
Informationen zur DUH-Kampagne "Einweg-Plastik kommt nicht in die Tüte" finden Sie unter
Jürgen Resch, DUH-Bundesgeschäftsführer
Mobil: 0171 3649170, E-Mail: resch[at]duh.de
Dr. Remo Klinger, Rechtsanwaltskanzlei Geulen & Klinger
Tel.: 030 88472-80, Mobil: 0171 2435458, E-Mail: klinger[at]geulen.com
Ann-Kathrin Marggraf, DUH-Pressestelle
Tel.: 030 2400867-21, E-Mail: marggraf[at]duh.de
Deutsche Umwelthilfe e. V. (DUH)
Das Überleben auf diesem Planeten / Gesunde Umwelt, gesunde Ernaehrung / Größtkriminalität: Umweltvernichtung , Korruption, Mafia, Politik = ein Synonym / Normalzustand der oberen Etagen: Sicherheit mit Schußwaffe
on: September 23, 2014, 06:34:26 PM
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Thomas Jarzombek @tj_tweets
Der Preis für die interessantesten Fragestellungen zur Veranstaltungsteilnahme geht heute an den BDI :)
"Tag der Deutschen Industrie 2014
23. September 2014
Ich komme mit Fahrer..."
Ich komme mit Sicherheit..."
Sicherheit mit Schusswaffe..."
Deutschlands Industrie ist nicht nur ein großer Waffenexporteur. Man hat auch Eigenbedarf.
Alternative Methoden / Homoeopathie / Put all things aside and follow me. This will be an adventure you won't forget.
on: September 21, 2014, 08:41:16 PM
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Now it's time for an interlude.
The reason you will understand later.
Put all things in your mind aside and follow me. This will be an adventure you won't forget. I promise.
Let us begin with an obituary:
David Marius Guardino
Birth: Aug. 24, 1942
Santa Clara County
Death: May 10, 2007
David Marius Guardino
The eldest of six children, David was born August 24, 1942, to Mariano J. (Monte) Guardino and Harriet Smith Guardino. He lived in California and Oregon, graduated from Southern Oregon University, and began a career as a social worker. He later lived in Knoxville, Tennessee. He died May 10, 2007 at age 64 from complications of obesity and diabetes.
Mariano John Guardino (1920 - 2004)
Harriet Beulah Smith Guardino (1921 - 2014)
Created by: Jan
Record added: Feb 23, 2014
Find A Grave Memorial# 125536277
David Marius Guardino, social worker, not much more to say. Except...
But, let us also look at the obituary for his mother:
Harriet Beulah Smith Guardino
Birth: Apr. 16, 1921
Death: Feb. 19, 2014
Harriet B. Guardino
(1921 - 2014)
Harriet Beulah Smith Guardino, a life-long resident of Oregon, died Wednesday, February 19, 2014. She was 92.
Harriet was born April 16, 1921 in Grants Pass to John Reynolds Smith and Catherine Dobbie Smith. The family operated a dairy farm until the onset of the Great Depression. Harriet attended San Jose State College, where she met Monte Guardino. They were married 62 years and raised six children. They became members of St. Mary's Catholic Church in Eugene in 1964.
A devoted mother and homemaker, Harriet was known for her kind eyes, her warm friendly smile, and beautiful countenance. She was godly woman who loved to study the Bible.
At age 87, Harriet published her memoirs, "Dear John, With Love," with the Josephine County Historical Society. She also co-authored a biography titled "My Son, My Son", Redemption of a Psychic". She lived her last seven years in Spring Valley Assisted Living Center in Springfield, where she ran a Bible study for residents. She played piano, and wrote more than 100 scripture-based songs.
She is survived by four daughters and a son: Mary Constance Guardino of Racine, Wisconsin, Patricia Ann Cummings of Springfield, Barbara Jean Guardino of Portland, Lori Jo Ann Groat of Draper, Utah, and John Lesei Guardino of Eugene. Preceding her in death are her husband, Mariano (Monte) Guardino; their son, David Marius Guardino of Knoxville, Tennessee, and sister Helen Virginia Hanson of Grants Pass. She is also survived by twelve grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.
Funeral service is scheduled for Wednesday, February 26, at St. Alice Catholic Church, 1520 "F" St., Springfield. Visitation begins at 9 a.m., with a Mass of Christian burial at 11 a.m. A reception will follow.
In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to Catholic Charities, Sacred Heart Hospice, or a charity of your choice. Rest-Haven Memorial Park Funeral Home in charge of arrangements.
Mariano John Guardino (1920 - 2004)
David Marius Guardino (1942 - 2007)*
Rest-Haven Memorial Park
Created by: Jan
Record added: Feb 23, 2014
Find A Grave Memorial# 125517226
The mother plays a great role, in the background. Religiot from hair to toe, she influenced her children, one of them the aforementioned David Marius Guardino.
Look, she even wrote a book about one of her sons: ""My Son, My Son", Redemption of a Psychic".[/b]
Barbara Guardino, the main author of the book, is here to find:
Her domain http://www.guardinoswrite.com today is empty.
But the web archive has some remarkable gems to quote.
I am collaborating with my mother Harriet and other talented family members to write, edit and market a celebrity biography:
My Son, My Son, Redemption of a Psychic: A no-holds-barred biography of my brother, David Guardino, a wheeler-dealer who billed himself to the rich and famous as “The World’s Greatest Psychic”. For more than three decades, David conned celebrities, politicians, his wives,(nine of them), and other people out of millions of dollars. He died May 10, 2007, in prison for income tax evasion. Before he died, he accepted the Lord. His compelling story is one of hope and renewal to anyone who has ever been involved in the occult, been in prisoned, or been held hostage to any sort of addiction.
My short story version of "Redemption of a Psychic", appears in The Prison Insider, a prison ministry website.
Here is an excerpt from the David biography: Elvis was one of my failures.
You read this so far? Wouldn't you agree that the last lines are a bit more raising hairs than the first obituary text on David Marius Guardino?
Now prepare yourself for a dive deep into emotions of an religion-indoctrinated life:
The Redemption of a Psychic
David Marius Guardino: The Redemption of a Psychic
By Barbara J. Guardino
Who would pay $10,000 for psychic advice from a man sitting in a mental hospital awaiting trial for credit card fraud? Why, the rich and famous, of course!
My con artist brother David Marius Guardino counted on that, billing himself as “The World’s Greatest Psychic” to people who should have known better.
David rose to prominence in the world of the occult in the 1970s. His signature claim to fame is the well documented séances that he held in Graceland Mansion, when he supposedly contacted the deceased King of Rock-n-Roll, Elvis Presley.
For more than three decades, he hoodwinked celebrities, businesspeople and politicians into believing he could make others do their bidding. Yet, what he preached to others seemed totally contradictory to his own life. A business consultant, he had no apparent business sense. He freely gave out advice on building successful relationships, yet he married nine times. He claimed that his psychic powers were a gift from God, although he described himself as an atheistic existentialist and hedonist.
“It seems that people will believe in just about anything, as long as it’s not God,” observes David’s mother Harriet Guardino, age 88.
David’s flamboyant Las Vegas lifestyle deeply embarrassed his parents and siblings. But his mother refused to give up on her eldest son. She kept a journal detailing the intense spiritual battle that she was fighting on David’s behalf.
David came to believe that he possessed psychic gifts in 1967 while attending the Naval Officers Candidate School in Newport, Rhode Island. Disillusioned by the Vietnam War, he went to the chapel to pray for spiritual direction. He later told a newspaper reporter that he “flashed in contact with my mother in Eugene, Oregon.”
Mom corroborates that an event like this did occur, but to her it was a God-breathed gift. For Dave, the experience meant he had special psychic powers.
A few years later, while employed as a state welfare worker in Tillamook, Oregon, David began dating a young girl who claimed to be psychic. He took over management of his girlfriend’s psychic business. That relationship failed, but he saw that a psychic could make money, and became a psychic business consultant, under the name “Jamil”.
David/Jamil soon ran afoul of the law after clients alleged he failed to make good on his promises—re-growing hair on a bald head, healing a quadriplegic, and enticing a boyfriend into marriage. His business partners duped him into giving them his business and demoting him to employee status. The Oregon Attorney General barred him from conducting business in Oregon. He moved to Las Vegas and continued practicing under his real name.
He soon ran afoul of the law in Nevada, and was charged with several counts of credit card fraud, totaling nearly $100,000. Facing a possible 190 years in federal prison, David suffered a nervous breakdown and was hospitalized.
His father Monte wrote a letter to David’s five siblings explaining the situation. It read in part: “Dave is on tranquilizers and writes a letter daily to his psychiatrist as part of his recovery therapy. He suffers from deep depression and is in and out of reality. … He is still conducting his business by phone, which his doctor agreed was the best therapy for him.”
In August, 1989, Dave was sentenced to two concurrent five-year terms of imprisonment. He was admitted to the Federal Medical Center in Rochester, Minnesota, a federal prison that houses the criminally insane.
After his release three years later, he hit the ground running. He continued operating his psychic business in Tennessee through two more decades and four more wives.
But David’s dream of becoming the world’s richest man began to unravel. Wife number eight turned him in to the Internal Revenue Service for nonpayment of taxes on $1 million.
Dave’s health also deteriorated. He developed a tumor on his neck, and became severely diabetic as a result of obesity. He was hospitalized many times for his ailments. His relatives and associates began to turn away from him, and his business began to dry up.
Finally, his legal, family, and health problems left him desperate and alone. He telephoned my mother several times a day for solace and advice. Mom used these conversations to witness to him about the Lord. With prison time staring him down once again, he telephoned my mother, desperate and despondent. She suggested he contact Catholic Charities in Knoxville, which runs an emergency housing program for elderly people in crisis.
On October 4, 2006, a priest known only as Father Joe visited David for an intake interview. He heard David’s confession and served him communion. As a result of this break-though, David began attending Catholic Church regularly for the first time since he was a child.
My mother’s 30-year prayer vigil had finally paid off.
In February 2007, David faced an earthly judge who was not as forgiving as our Lord. The judge sentenced him to 21 months for tax evasion. He entered Federal Correctional Institution, a prison for inmates with medical issues, in Fort Worth, Texas.
Three months later he collapsed and was rushed to the hospital, confused and trembling. His stomach was greatly enlarged and he was in tremendous pain. He wrote a letter to his attorney, which apparently was never mailed: “Dear Jonathan, I’m being sent to the hospital. I’ll stay in touch. Get me home before I die!”
The medical staff placed Dave on life support and rushed him into surgery. Doctors removed half of his stomach. In the following five days, David endured three more surgeries. In the end, his entire stomach and colon were gone, and the prognosis was fatal.
On June 1, my mother received a package containing David’s ashes. She wrote in her journal: “I expected his ashes would be in a plastic container. Instead, Dave was buried in a golden urn, as if to say, “I am now a child of the King!”
The family sang “Amazing Grace” at David’s graveside funeral service. No other song would suffice!
You got this far? Good. Now you are ready for the real whacking hammer. Put on the helmets, put on your asbestos, now we are gonna take a ride...
This text I take in full length. Too much has disappeared and I am afraid that Walter Hicks also disappeared. Might be he is dead...
Life is full of wonders and strange incidents. Please note: one more twist in all of this: Walter Hicks, if I understand his bio correctly, was partner of Barbara Guardino, the writer.
Your Man in America
Clowns to the left of me! Jokers to the right! Here I am stuck in the middle with you.
Monday, August 25, 2008
This is a chapter I wrote for an upcoming book about Psychic to the Stars, David Guardino. It's for a religious book so I had to keep it clean. My book about my experiences while working for him will be a wee bit more raucous.
A View from the Inside
By Walter Hicks, former employee – Part 1
So whatever you wish that men would do to you, do so to them; for this is the law and the prophets. (Matt. 7:12)
I like to think that 80 percent of all the people in the world are decent and good; that they just want to fall in love, raise a family, live long enough to see their grandchildren, and have enough money to get by on. But the other 20 percent of the world’s population cannot be content with that sort of thing. They want more, and they are willing to do things that the decent 80 percent of people wouldn’t even dream of doing. They are the greedy ones. They are the manipulators, and they are the predators. Rather than following the wise social teaching of Jesus: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” (Golden Rule), the rapacious 20 percent see the world as a tumultuous, fierce, murderous place, and they follow their own motto of “Do unto them before they do it to you.”
In my imagination I see a river that borders the 80 percent of decent and good people from the 20 percent of bad people. The river is a place that cannot be accidentally stumbled into, and it does not have a strong current that automatically takes one to the other side. At some stage in David’s life, for reasons known only to himself and God, he decided to swim over to the bad side of the river. But when he waded ashore, I picture him looking back across the river, and wondering if he had made a mistake; and in my opinion, he pitched a tent and decided to not go any further.
I see the 80 percent of decent people in this world as only 80 percent good and 20 percent bad. Likewise, I see the 20 percent of bad people as only 80 percent bad and 20 percent good. None of us is all good, and none of us is all bad.
When Jesus came across a group of men about to stone a woman to death for adultery, he said: “Let those of you without sin cast the first stone.” One by one, all of the men dropped their stones. I sincerely believe in that lesson, and as such, I have no stones in my hand to throw at David Marius Guardino.
As far as I know, David didn’t kill anyone. He wasn't capable of it. He lacked the total ruthlessness that the other side of the river demanded, and as such every penny he made was taken away from him by far more calculating and far more ruthless people.
When David crossed over the river, he left a land where his intelligence, pugnacity, courage, and mastery of life could have served him, and other people, very well. He was capable of anything. On the decent side of the river he could have been on top of the heap; he could have gone into posterity as a great man. But for some strange reason, he decided to swim to the other side of the river, and on that side of the river he was at the bottom of the heap. He was no match for those on the other side. On the other side of the river, David Guardino was out of his league.
His advertisements said: “David Guardino. Psychic to the Stars. Influence others to do your bidding.” He claimed to have power over minds. Yet, during the years 1998 and ‘99 he made $350,000, but he failed to declare any income. As he awaited his trial, he was also charged with the crime of bursting into a motel room to confront his estranged ninth wife and her lover.
I have often wondered why so many truly intelligent people fell for such an absurd claim. Maybe it came from a desire to control others in order to gain more control over their own lives. However, by achieving control, others would lose their freedom. The fact that another person’s freedom had to be sacrificed so they could gain more freedom didn’t seem to bother David’s clients. Nor did it seem to bother David as he carefully convinced his clients that he was doing their bidding while all the time he was really convincing them to do his bidding.
Naturally, I had my doubts that David was for real. So shortly after starting to work for David I asked him, in a friendly way, if he really believed he was psychic. He replied that he had an innate, strangely mystical, but very benevolent power. He had noticed that whenever he came into a person’s life that the person’s life would change for the better. For instance: people would get better jobs, people would regain lost lovers, and some would suddenly come into money.
In his mind he had no need to cast spells, or to consult a crystal ball, because, just coming into contact with him was enough for a person’s life to change for the better.
I think he actually overcame his own doubts, and he crossed over the river of delusion by believing what he wanted to believe. The temptation of easy money was so great that he actually came to believe that he had psychic powers. He decided to charge what the market would bear for the use of his power. Those with money to burn paid his up-front fee of $10,000. If the prospective client didn’t have that much money he would slowly reduce the fee to what the client could afford to pay.
He was a great admirer of President Ronald Reagan. He even wrote a letter to the White House, and after writing it he gave it to me to sign. The letter was supposed to be from me, and I was saying that my boss – a great guy, the Psychic to the Stars, and even to Elvis Presley, no less – had predicted that Ronald Reagan would be remembered as the greatest president that the United States ever had.
David was hoping that Nancy, a believer in astrology, would hear about the letter, become interested, and invite him to Washington, D.C. to have his photo taken with the President. I smiled at his scheming ways. A photo of David standing next to a beaming President Reagan could very quickly be transformed into $1 million. As I signed the letter I secretly hoped that, as the supposed writer of the letter, I would also be invited to the White House. However, the White House did not reply.
David was a staunch capitalist. He believed the assertion in the Capitalist Manifesto that “The principal of individual rights is capitalism’s essence.” But like a lot of his wealthy clients, he forgot that “Capitalism is a mutually rewarding social compact in which individual rights are subsumed under the founding principles of that compact.”
In other words, one has to play fair, and one must include the interests of other individuals as well as one’s own. It is a social compact in which everyone agrees to procedures for conduct that are established “behind a veil of ignorance.” Adam Smith, the father of capitalism, formed the economic concept of Laissez Faire, from the French, meaning to leave alone or allow to do. Smith based his capitalist theory of economics on self-interest and a free market. It works rather well if one’s own self interest is tempered by respect for the interest of others. Societies seem to work better that way, too. But David and his clients wanted to interfere with someone’s basic freedom of choice.
Life is nothing if it is not competitive, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to get an edge on the competition. There’s no better way to get an edge than seeing into the future. W. D. Gann, a well-known stock and commodities trader, used astrology to make very accurate forecasts. Billionaire J. P. Morgan also consulted with an astrologer before making important investment moves. Throughout history, people from all levels of society have sought out ways to control the haphazard ways of life. The gypsies knew all about this desire, and if one crossed an old gypsy woman’s palm with silver, she would tell what the future held in store. The gypsies knew a good thing when they saw it, and it made no difference how the actual future turned out because by that time the gypsies would be long-gone. David, however, had t o stay around, which meant he had to be very quick on his feet when things didn’t turn out exactly the way he’d predicted they would.
Why he chose to go into the psychic business is a mystery to me. It’s even more of a mystery why so many intelligent and talented people believe in psychics. Many of David’s clients came from the upper levels of society. Judges, lawyers, and even doctors paid him his flat fee of $10,000. Nevada Governor Richard Bryan even showed up at David’s house in Las Vegas while I was there.
Maybe one of the reasons why very intelligent people paid David $10,000 was that he was smarter than any of them. The man was super-smart. If I had money to burn, I would have hired him simply for his advice. As to whether or not he was actually psychic, I would have to say not.
His advertisements said: “Influence others to do your bidding.”
He obviously knew how to do it. Give it a try. Try and make any intelligent person give you $10,000 on a promise that you will use psychic ability to influence others to do their bidding. You will fail. Yet David succeeded, time and time again.
The belief in the supernatural is not uncommon in very intelligent people. The inventor of Sherlock Holmes, Conan Doyle, believed in fairies. When it comes to a belief in the supernatural, people in high positions are no different from the cleaning woman who crosses the hand of a gypsy with silver.
David tapped into the desire for power, and for a while he had the power to do it. He was a man who craved power and money, and he fed off people who craved power over other people. Be it a lost lover, or a tricky legal affair, people hired David seeking the power to make at least one person do their bidding.
I eventually had trouble with the ethics of such a matter and told him I was quitting. He pulled a gun on me. He couldn’t control me with his so-called psychic abilities, so he tried to do it with a gun.
But I knew he wouldn’t pull the trigger. He was too scared of what his father and mother would think of him. David was still a Guardino, after all, and his mother and father embraced me as a member of the family, even after my divorce from their daughter. So, I turned my back on David’s bad side, and I walked – albeit rather stiffly – out of his life.
David made millions of dollars on the bad side of the river, but he died a lonely pauper’s death, far from home, in a Texas prison. Just before his death he returned to the Catholic faith. A priest heard his final confession, and all his sins were washed clean by the blood of Christ.
His mother never lost faith in her firstborn. It was her faith that carried him back across the river that, in my opinion, part of him always regretted crossing in the first place. His mother, Harriet Guardino, who was a saint in David’s eyes, lost every battle for her son’s soul. But in the end, she won the war!
An immigrant from Great Britain only four short years earlier, I was in a strange land, out of work, newly divorced, lonely and broke when David’s father, Monte, got me the job with David. I had decided to sell my old pickup truck and go back to England, but I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to my ex-mother- and-father-in-law. They didn’t want me to leave my son, and neither did I, but I could see no other option. So Monte called David. He told me to sell my pickup and fly down to Las Vegas and start to work for him. It meant I could stay in America and still be close enough to my son for visits, so I sold my pickup, bought a ticket, and boarded a plane to Las Vegas.
David was married to his fifth wife at that time. His smiling, 21-year-old bride opened the door and let me in. David was sitting on the couch with a phone to his ear.
She showed me my bedroom.
I unpacked my bag and returned to the living room. David was still on the phone so I sat down in an arm chair and watched CNN Headline News on television. I was about to find that Headline News was on night and day. I woke up listening to Headline News and I went to sleep listening to Headline News.
David finally hung up the phone.
He was all business. He said he would pay my child support of $200 a month to his sister Barbara. He would feed me, give me a place to stay, and give me some spending money. In return I would be their personal chef and gofer.
“What's a gofer?” I asked.
Wife # 5 laughed as she explained that a gofer is so
meone who goes for this and goes for that.
David was almost constantly on the phone and slept only two or three hours a night. Number 5 kept me entertained with her constant chatter. She had a broad Tennessee accent, and not many words escaped her lips without being interrupted by her laughter. She did all of the shopping. Every morning a black woman would come to clean up and cook a huge breakfast. They dined out almost every evening. So much for my cooking and shopping job!
Every afternoon at one o’clock David’s lawyer would drop by. David would give him a $100 bill. Most often Charlie would sit on a chair for an hour while David talked on the phone. Then when his hour was up David would smile and wave at him as he left. I got to like Charlie Garner, he was a nice old man. His claim to fame was that he had represented the late Howard Hughes, the world’s richest man. David got a kick out the fact that, even though in his sixties, Charlie had wooed and wed a beautiful cigarette girl from one of the casinos. But most of all, David liked Charlie because he was one the very few people he could trust.
David took good care of his car. Part of my job was to take the car to be washed every day. The car would come out of the wash and a group of Mexicans would dry it with soft cloths. I was instructed to always give a $5 tip.
Every evening I would drive David to the Western Union office to pick up money sent by his clients. David lamented that Western Union offices are always in the seediest part of a town. He would pick up a wad of 100 dollar bills, and we would then drive back to the nicer side of town.
A few weeks after I arrived, David announced he was sending me to Tennessee. He said his wife’s nurse was running the direct mail operation in his home in Maryville. Number 5, who was severely diabetic, wanted her in Las Vegas. When they moved to Las Vegas, they left the nurse in charge of the direct mail part of the business. The nurse would now join them in Las Vegas, and I was to fly to Tennessee to take over the direct mail operation.
The flight went well. As I walked into the arrivals lounge, I noticed a small chunky woman holding a cardboard sign with my name on it. I smiled as I approached her. But the smile did no good; she was not happy to see me.
She escorted me to an immaculate Lincoln Town Car and drove for about 15 miles before turning into the long driveway of a spectacularly large house. In the darkening sky a half-moon seemed to float above its main chimney. Stars twinkled and appeared to be giggling with delight from the heavens above.
This is David’s house?” I asked.
“It’s a mansion!”
The grumpy nurse showed me to the huge basement that was filled with computers and other office equipment. A mattress, a pillow and a few blankets had been thrown on the floor.
“You sleep here,” she directed.
I didn’t like the look of it, so I phoned David to ask if he expected me to sleep on the basement floor. He told me to put the nurse on the phone. She said “uh-huh” a few times, and then put the phone down.
“You get the master bedroom,” she said.
She then took me up the stairs to the second level and knocked on a bedroom door. A very tall woman, at least six foot ten, opened it.
“David said this is Walter’s room. You have to move to the basement,” the nurse ordered.
The tall woman scowled down at me. Then she yelled in a very strong and harsh sounding Tennessee accent, “Clyde pack our stuff. We’re moving to the basement.”
I waited in the opulently furnished main living room while the very tall woman and her man, Clyde, who was a very small man of around five foot three, moved their stuff to the basement. I nodded politely at Clyde. He gave me a gap-toothed smile before nodding back at me. It was the closest thing to a welcome that I got.
“You’d find clean linen and towels in the closet,” the nurse droned out the words.
The master bedroom was huge. The sight of such luxury, and the bubbles in the Jacuzzi, gave me a good feeling about Tennessee.
I put my suitcase down and went down to see if there was any beer in the fridge. I was in luck. I sat at the informal dining area table and took a big gulp straight from the bottle. I looked around at the fine furniture, the plush carpets, and I got a sense of what it was like to be rich. I finished the beer and went back upstairs to find that my suitcase was open and its contents had been rifled through.
The next morning I found that the residents of the house consisted of assorted hillbillies of all shapes and sizes. David had promised them their room, board, and a paycheck in exchange for working on the direct mail operation. But I soon found out that David had lied about paying them, and they had lied about working. David never paid them a dime, and they didn’t do much in the way of work.
The basement was filled with computers which they had a hard time figuring out how to even turn on, never mind operate. As it turned out, the computers were only for show anyway. All that were needed for the process were one form letter, a copying machine, and lots of time to stuff envelopes. When enough envelopes were stuffed with the form letter, name and address labels that came from a list of people known to have shown an interest in psychics, were applied. Then the envelopes were stamped and placed into sacks and transported to Knoxville, where they were directly handed over to the post office.
Amongst other things the form letter said that David was the greatest psychic in the world and he was ready and waiting to influence others to do their bidding. He hoped that the letter would arrive at the time of a divorce, or an arrest, or any other form of emergency that could use a bit of psychic manipulation. The fact that a letter from David coincided with the time of an emergency was good enough evidence to convince some of the recipients that David was for real. They would then call one of David’s phone numbers. We would answer the calls at the mansion in Tennessee, and tell the prospective client that David was presently meditating. We would tell them that David was a very busy man, but we assured them that he would find time for their prob lem and he would phone them back. We would then relay the client’s name and phone number to David in Las Vegas, and he would take it from there. The 60 phones soon began ringing off the hook. Phones were placed all around the house, and it was everyone’s job to answer them.
I later found out that David began to make $10,000 a day. But the hillbillies still never got paid, and neither did the rent.
I listened to the hillbillies’ legitimate complaints about not being paid. I then asked them how they managed to fill the air with smell of marijuana if they had no income. I reminded them that they were being fed and they weren’t paying any rent. I told them they were free to leave anytime they wanted, and I wouldn’t blame them for doing so. However, I said if they decided to stay, I would want 1,000 envelopes per day, Monday through Friday, and they could have the weekends off. The clincher came when I told them I would throw in three cases of beer per day, including the weekends.
At last, the nurse drove back to Las Vegas to take care of # 5, and I was left to handle the direct mail operation. Every weekday morning I would make 1,000 copies of the form letter, and then I would sit at a big desk in the basement, facing smaller desks where the hillbillies would sit stuffing envelopes for all they were worth. They usually finished the work by early afternoon. I would then take the sacks of mail to Knoxville where I would hand them to the clerk at the post office. I would pick up the mail, usually letters with long and detailed explanations on how David could help, along with a few 20 dollar bills and items of jewelry. David requested the jewelry so he could pick up t he vibrations of the person he was trying to manipulate. I was told to send the valuable looking items to one of David’s associates in Las Vegas. The junk was tossed aside or picked up by the hillbillies. David never even saw the letters, never mind read them. On the way back I would stop at a supermarket to buy food and beer. Upon arriving at the mansion I would cook a meal. The meal was eaten by all, and then we would proceed to drink the beer.
Part of my job was to keep the landlord away, and nobody was allowed to answer the doorbell. Among others, I often received a phone call from a printer who claimed David owed him for the huge amount of paper that was sitting in the basement. I told David about his claim, but he told me to ignore the guy.
One day a woman phoned, gave me her name, and told me she was on her over to shoot out the windows. “Stay away from the windows or you'll get a bullet!” she warned.
My Belfast Irish genes were outraged, and on a hunch I went to David’s office and found a gun in the drawer of a big solid oak desk. I found bullets in another draw and I asked Teddy, the biggest and roughest looking hillbilly, if the gun would fire the bullets.
“Thar's one way to find out,” he drawled.
He loaded the bullets into the gun, and then we went to the back yard where he fired the gun into the ground.
“Yup, works jest fine,” he said.
I told Teddy about the phone call from the woman. I then told him that I hadn't fired a gun in my life, and I asked him if he would be willing to return fire.
“Sheet, I live in this here place. Darn right I shoot back!”
So while the rest of the household took cover, Teddy, with gun in hand, plus one of his friends that was “Good People”, and I, hunkered down next to a window waiting for the crazy woman to arrive. After about five minutes of hunkering down I thought it might be a good idea to tell David about the situation. So I phoned David and told him about the woman coming over to shoot out the windows. I added: “We are armed, and we are going to return fire.”
David said he'd call me right back.
Ten minutes later I got a call from David. He was laughing so much he was almost in hysterics. But he managed to say that # 5 wanted to talk to me.
Number 5 got on the phone and screamed: “Don’t shoot my mother!”
The crazy woman turned out to be David’s mother-in-law. And she never did show up to shoot out the windows. But I managed to convince # 5 that we would not shoot her mother if she did.
While in Tennessee I heard many stories about David, but the one that stands out in my mind is the one where an outraged client came to the mansion to kill him. The man arrived with a gun in hand and wanted to know where David was. David was informed, and he met the man with a gun in his hand. The situation was clear, or so the story goes. David was a big man, and it would take a very lucky bullet to kill him outright. He would get a few shots off before he died. As such, the man decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and he left.
For most of us, money is not easy to come by. But for David it was coming easy, and at that time he was making more money in a day than I could make in a year. But he still didn't pay the rent. Two months went by and then the police began knocking on the front door to serve papers. But David told us not to open the door. However, one morning a bleary eyed Teddy opened the door. A policeman handed him the papers. Teddy, upon realizing what he had done, threw the papers on the doorstep and closed the door in the police officer’s face.
Part of my job was to make appointments with lawyers. David would send me the lawyer’s fee in cash. I would keep the appointment with the lawyer, and give him the cash and David’s phone number. The lawyer would call David collect, and once they had made contact I would leave. The lawyers got paid three or four times a week. I also received a phone call from a lawyer wanting to know where David was. I told them he was in Las Vegas. He was very angry when he called again: “I'm not going to waste my time trying to fight his lawyer Charlie Garner in Las Vegas, but tell David I'll be waiting for him if he ever sets foot in Tennessee again.”
Another month went by and I got a call from David telling me that if we were foolish enough to answer the door again we might be evicted. The smell of marijuana drifted down the stairs, and it told me that our time was almost up.
The printing shop owner was still calling, trying to get his paper back, and much to his surprise I told him to come over to the house to pick up what was his. He came straight over. I took him to the basement and showed him the huge stacks of paper.
There was still a lot of paper left, and I wanted to tell him to take it all, but something told me not to say anything.
“Take what is yours, and also take what you think we owe you for all the trouble. Take what you want,” I said, and then I left him alone hoping he would get the hint.
Ten minutes later he had taken his paper out the basement door and loaded it into his van. He then came to the living room, and with a curious look he said “thank you.” Then he left.
I went down to the basement hoping to find all the paper gone. But to my surprise there was still a lot of paper left. He had taken only what was rightfully his. After four months of living in David’s world of ravenous greed and grab-it-if-you-can mentality, it felt extremely heartwarming to come into contact with a temperate and honest man.
The next day a loud knock sounded at the front door. As I expected, one of the hillbillies hurried to open it. The landlord and two policemen strode in. The cops meant business. The looks on their faces told us not to cause any trouble. The landlord marched around the house like he was Napoleon after a great victory. He looked approvingly at the fine furniture and lush carpets. He went upstairs and then went down to the basement. He obviously liked what he’d seen in the basement. He would get what was owed to him from the furniture and the computers, or so he thought. He strutted over to me with his chest stuck out, and he had the look of the triumphant as he said, “You have 15 minutes to get your personal stuff out of here.”
The hillbillies scurried up the stairs, and I followed them. I threw my clothes into my suitcase and headed for the door. But I had to turned and take one last glance. The landlord was sitting in an easy chair looking very smug indeed. He had a self-satisfied expression on his face as he returned my gaze.
“He probably hasn’t paid the rent on that chair either,” I nodded.
The landlord’s jaw dropped, his smile disappeared, and he seemed to shrink in stature.
“But look on the bright side,” I continued, not even attempting to hide my amusement. “At least we didn't trash the place!”
Escape from Knoxville
I moved into an apartment, but after three weeks David and his lawyers decided it might be best for all concerned if I got the hell out of there and returned to Las Vegas.
I decided that Teddy was “Good People” and gave him charge of the car and the apartment. He was given the key to the post office box and told how to pick up the mail and what to do with the jewelry and the cash, etc. He didn’t get the Lincoln; the nurse took the Lincoln Town Car to Vegas. David funded the down payment on a more modest looking Ford for me, which Teddy would drive, and I was told David would take care of the monthly payments.
David sent my airplane ticket, and during a phone conversation he told me that # 5 and the nurse were angry. I didn’t bother to ask why. He then said that all I had to do was smile and humor them. “Women are easy to manipulate,” he assured me.
I was met at the airport by # 5 and the nurse. I smiled at them. And much to my relief they smiled back. They drove me to a nicer neighborhood than the one David was living in when I left, and I arrived at a lovely, huge, detached house with a swimming pool in the backyard. And much to my surprise I was moved into the biggest bedroom.
The next day, Charlie Garner, David's lawyer, came over and he shook my hand. He was grinning from ear to ear, and it was from his grin that I got the sense that I had done something right.
A few weeks later, after receiving no word from Teddy, David asked if I would fly back to Tennessee to see what was going on. I flew back, rented a car and drove to the apartment. I had a copy of the apartment key, and when I opened the door I was astonished at the sight. The place was completely trashed. There was a gaping hole in the living room wall. The floor was littered with porno magazines, and the place smelled like a marijuana plantation. The color copier, along with everything else, was gone.
Foolishly, in a state of shock, I went to the apartment manager and asked if she knew that the apartment was trashed. The glint in her eye warned me to get out of the place, and fast. Teddy had probably been dealing in drugs from the apartment with the money he got from the post office box, and the apartment was in my name. Then I remembered that the car was also in my name, and there was no sign of the car. I drove my rental car to the nearest phone booth and called the police to report the car as stolen, and then I phoned David and told him what I had discovered. He told me to go straight to the airport and he would have a new ticket waiting for me at the United Airlines desk. I drove very fast to the airport, and true to his word – for once – the ticket was waiting, and I was on the next United Airlines flight out of Knoxville. I breathed a sigh of relief as the plane left the ground. The luck of the Irish was with me, for sure, but so was David’s lawyer, and I knew that the Tennessee lawyers knew better than to take on Charlie Garner; especially not on his home turf of Las Vegas, and as for the police, I could only cross my fingers and hope for the best.
As far as I knew I had done nothing wrong, but I was up to my neck in trouble.
Chapter: Living in a fantasy world
By Walter Hicks – Part 2
For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the pride of life, is not of the Father but is of the world. (1 John 2:16)
My life was more orderly in Las Vegas, and David’s big new house allowed room for me to escape from the constant chatter of CNN Headline News that still played night and day.
However, it didn’t allow me to escape from David.
Working for David was more like being an indentured servant than an employee. If I asked for a day off, he would complain that he had to work every day so why shouldn’t I.
David had converted one of the rooms into an office. He worked day and night, often falling asleep while holding the phone to his ear. Everyone in the house would answer the phone and take down the name and number of the caller; David would then phone the prospective clients and reel them in. The small fish, the ones that could only afford to send him a few hundred dollars, never heard from him again. They would call and complain that he no longer spoke to them. We would tell them David was very busy. We assured them that he was working very hard on their behalf and advised them to write him a letter. The big fish, the ones that paid his asking fee of $10,000, received his ongoing attention, mainly because he continued to get more money from them.
A very rich woman who inherited an orange grove in Florida would come to Las Vegas to meet with David at a high-priced restaurant. David would drink the best wine and eat the best food, at her expense, while trying to wheedle more money out of her. She had more money than most people could even dream of, but what she really wanted was a lover. The woman was very plain. Some might even say she was ugly, and she hired David to bring love and romance into her life. During one of her visits, David asked me if I would sleep with her. My look of horror told him the answer, but he then said he would pay me $500 to do so. It was the age of free love, so I had no qualms about the morali ty of sleeping with a strange woman, and the prospect of being paid to do so did not violate my standard of ethics. Wife # 5 took me shopping for new clothes, and then, suitably adorned in my finery, I was told where to meet the client. We had a few drinks – and I needed every one of them – before going to her room at the MGM Grand.
I did my duty, but what she really wanted was to talk. We ordered wine from room service, and I soon found her to be a highly intelligent woman with a charming personality. We sipped fine wine and talked through the night. She told me that she often paid to have sex with movie stars, and one of her favorites was Dan Haggerty who had a short lived fame playing the role of Grizzly Adams on television.
The next morning David met with her for breakfast. Upon returning home, with a huge smile on his face, he gave me $500. I didn’t ask how much he had charged her for my services, but, by the look on his face, I’m sure it was a lot more than he gave me.
David must have thought he was onto a real money maker, because shortly after that he asked me if I would mind sleeping with another of his clients. This time I was taken to meet her at a French Restaurant, and to my amazement she had her husband with her. She’d been a nurse before her husband paid her way through medical school, and now both of them were doctors. I couldn’t believe my luck. She was stunningly beautiful. Her problem was that her husband was sexually impotent, and in a very discreet way, she wanted to satisfy her natural desires. I felt very awkward during the dinner, but her husband noticed my discomfort and put me at ease with a smile. It was one of the strangest experiences of my life. After we had eaten I made polite conversation with the doctors. We si pped expensive wine while David, sporting a big white bib around his neck, seemed to be chugging it back by the bottles. A waiter hovered next to the table awaiting our every whim.
It all looked perfectly normal. All the rules of polite society were followed, but as we spoke and exchanged smiles, I couldn’t forget the fact that when we left the dinner table the husband would give his wife a small kiss, and then, with his full blessing, his beautiful wife and I would be going to a room where we would strip naked and enjoy very wild, and very passionate, sex. To the waiter we probably appeared to be very casual, but each word we spoke, and every glance, had to be measured.
The experience gave me a whole new understanding of the word “sophistication”. I realized that I was amongst a different class of people, and they were a lot different from the British working class into which I had been born and raised. I felt like a veil of ignorance was slipping from my eyes, and I congratulated myself on becoming wise to the ways of the world.
But as I entered into what I assumed to be the real world, David slowly descended into a fantasy world of his own making. He slept for only one or two hours a night, and the lack of sleep was slowly taking its toll on his body and mind. He boasted that he would soon be the richest man in the world, and he was making a lot of money, but he never enjoyed it. His world was a 10-by-15-foot office, and in that world he could be anything he wanted to be. He created a world of lies and deceit, and in his world he really was “The Psychic to the Stars”.
It didn’t help matters when a lot of very respectable people encouraged him along his path to insanity by paying him $10,000 to tell them what they wanted to hear.
I knew things were getting serious when he started to refer to his father, the honest churchgoing Monte Guardino, as “The Godfather”. Somehow, in his deluded and sleep-deprived mind, David concluded that his Sicilian descent, his Italian name, and the fact that he was rich and living in Las Vegas could only mean one thing: he was obviously a member of the Italian mafia. And in David’s grandiose scheme of things, if he was to be in the mafia, then his father must be the boss of bosses. As such, good old God-fearing Monte was then transformed, in David’s mind, into The Godfather.
The Governor comes to visit
My assuredness that I had David all figured out experienced a severe challenge when Richard Bryan, the Governor of Nevada, with his entourage, showed up at David’s door. The Governor was shown into David’s office where he stayed for over an hour. His bodyguards gave me serious looks, daring me to make a wrong move, while his assistants made phone calls and wrote things in leather bound note books. It came as total surprise to me. The Governor was obviously expected, but the visit was shrouded in secrecy. It seemed very odd that the Governor came to David rather than telling David to come to him, and the visit was obviously about something that couldn’t be discussed over the phone.
To this day, I still don’t know what the Governor of Nevada and David Guardino talked about. My guess is that it had something to do with the UFOs around Roswell Air Force Base. After serving as Governor, Richard Bryan went on to serve Nevada in the U.S. Senate, where he single-handedly managed to kill NASA’s SETI project for the scientific search for extraterrestrial civilizations against the opinion of thousands of scientists, including Dr. Carl Sagan and several Nobel Prize winners. “The Great Martian Chase,” he said, “may finally come to and end. As of today millions have been spent and we have yet to bag a single little green fellow. Not a single Martian has said ‘take me to your leader,’ and not a sing le flying saucer has applied for FAA approval.”
Why did Richard Bryan spend so much time and energy stopping the search for extraterrestrial life? And if he was such a skeptic, then why was he talking to David Guardino, a professed psychic, for over an hour? David never said a word about the meeting, before or after it.
Another event that forced me reassess David was when David Letterman decided to call him, live, on his nationwide “Late Night with David Letterman” television show. David had been told to expect the phone call, and he, # 5, and I sat in the living room watching the show as Letterman led up to the phone call. He said that he had noticed David’s advertisement and he was going to call David Guardino to ask him a few questions about his dubious psychic abilities. He told his assistant to make the call. David stared with a stone cold face at the television screen as we listened to the numbers being dialed. The connection was made, we heard the phone ring, but then came the sound of static. Letterman told his assistant to dial it again. The sound of the numbers being dialed was heard yet again, but once again the call failed, and all we could hear on the television was static.
I looked at David, who was as motionless and as cold looking as a marble statue. Letterman, meanwhile, was growing increasingly agitated. He demanded to know why his assistants could not even complete a simple phone call. After one more try he gave up, but he promised his viewers that he would try to call again at another time.
The next time came a week later. David was notified, and was just as stone faced as he was at the time of the previous call. And the results were just the same as they were the previous week. On the television, Letterman was visibly angry at his staff as he gave up on the call. David, without saying a word about it, got up from his chair and went back into his office to resume making money.
Federal Judge Harry Eugene Claiborne was only the fifth person is U.S. History to be removed from public office through impeachment. He was first indicted by a federal grand jury for bribery, fraud, and tax evasion in December of 1983. Shortly after that he called David Guardino.
Former Clark County District Attorney George Dickerson said about him: “Harry Claiborne was without a doubt the greatest criminal defense attorney in the southwest United States.” Many attorneys said his skills in a courtroom were unparalleled in the state’s history, with some saying even that was an understatement. He was appointed to be a federal judge for the U.S. District Court for the District of Nevada by President Jimmy Carter in 1978.
One cannot deny that Harry Claiborne was an extremely intelligent man who was well educated in the ways of the world. Yet, when he got indicted, he decided to call on David Guardino to influence others to do his bidding.
David decided to throw a dinner party in Claiborne’s honor. To make a good impression, he asked me to pretend to be his English Butler. I was fitted out in tails, striped pants and bow tie so as to look the part. On the night of the dinner party I opened the front door to welcome the guests. Then with my best imitation of a posh British accent I would ask them to “please walk this way.” When I opened the door to Harry Claiborne, he mistook me for the host and congratulated me on how fit I looked. With a calm gaze and a stiff upper lip, I replied: “Sir, Mister Guardino is awaiting your arrival in the dining room.”
He followed me to the dining room to find a very overweight “Mister Guardino” clad in a gaudy red and white track suit. As the dinner progressed I stood by the dining room door looking very serious and haughty as the maids brought out the food and refilled the wine glasses. The wine flowed like a river. After they had eaten, Judge Claiborne stood up to give an after dinner talk. He was famous for his masterful story telling abilities that captivated jurors. Senior U.S. District Judge Lloyd George said of him: “He could tell a story better than anyone I’ve known.” And on that night Judge Claiborne lived up to his reputation. He was brilliant. His sense of humor was outrageous, and the dining room was soon filled with laughter. He was better than any stand-up comedian I had ever heard, and I had a hard time keeping a straight face.
He told about a rape trial where he asked the victim if the man had actually penetrated her, and after a short pause while she thought about it, she replied: “It certainly felt like it went right through me.” I could hold it in no longer, and the pent up laughter exploded out of me. Judge Claiborne seemed to look right through me, and then with an amused expression in his eyes, he seemed to say: “So you’re supposed to be an English butler, eh?”
I don’t know whether it was because of David’s psychic influence, but in April 1984 the jury deadlocked and a mistrial was declared. But the judge was tried again in July on only the tax evasion charges and was found guilty the next month, thus becoming the first federal judge ever convicted of crimes while on the bench. He was sentenced to two years in prison. He was impeached by the U.S. House of Representatives on July 22, 1986, and was convicted by the U.S. Senate on October 9, 1986, removing him from office. Claiborne continued to profess his innocence right up to January 2004 when he shot himself to death in Las Vegas.
Escape from death
Working for David didn’t pay much, but it wasn’t hard work, and I had no worries about utility bills or making a rent payment. My child support was being paid each month, and I was never without a bed, a meal, or entertainment. But it all nearly came to a tragic end after I made the mistake of accusing the maid, the one who made my bed, of stealing from my jar of quarters. I kept putting quarters in the jar but the jar kept getting emptier. It had to be because the maid was taking them out faster than I was putting them in. David’s wife and the maid were close friends, so I decided to tell # 5 about the situation in the hope that she would tell the maid to stop. The maid denied it, and she threatened to put a voodoo curse on me if I continued to make the charges. Her threa t didn’t scare me. I ridiculed her belief in voodoo and told her to go ahead with the curse but to stop taking my quarters.
A few days later I awoke with a large discoloration on my right thigh. As the morning progressed, the discoloration turned into a nasty looking lump that kept growing bigger. I began to feel nauseous, my head throbbed with pain, my face was drained of blood, and I began to think I was dying. Then a very alarmed # 5 told me to go into the bedroom. Once there, she told me to pull down my pants. She took one look at the discolored lump on my thigh and said, “Come on, you’re going to the hospital.”
Number 5 was friends with one of the doctors at the hospital. He was often at the house for dinner, and when we got to the emergency room he was waiting for me at the door. He showed me into a room, took one look at the lump, and said, “You’ve been bitten by a Brown Recluse spider.” And he then injected me with the antidote.
As I lay in bed recovering, I couldn’t help but marvel at my luck. The Brown Recluse is the deadliest spider in America, and if not for the prompt actions of # 5, I might have died. But then I began to wonder why she looked so alarmed when she told me to go into the bedroom. Why was the doctor waiting for me at the emergency room door, and why didn’t I go through the usual procedure of giving my name to the admissions office? I didn’t give my name to anyone! And how come the doctor had the antidote so close at hand? Had he tried to tell me something when he asked me if I had been in any small dirty places?
“It’s called the recluse because it likes to hide,” he said. Perhaps there was only one answer – the maid had tried and failed with the voodoo curse, so she decided to place a Brown Recluse spider between my sheets instead. For some reason she must have had a change of heart and decided to confess her actions to # 5 who, before asking me to pull my pants down, must have phoned her doctor friend at the hospital telling him about the Brown Recluse bite, and that’s why he was waiting with the antidote. Perhaps David’s wife wanted to protect the maid and that’s why I bypassed the paperwork at the hospital. It all made perfect sense.
From that day on I was always been nice to David’s chamber maids. I never even checked my quarter jar again. I kept putting the quarters in, but I don’t remember even thinking about taking one out. In the world that David lived in, everyone was on the take, and I learned the hard way that sometimes it’s the wisest course of action to just let them take it.
But David began to take a bit too much when he began to use the credit card numbers of his clients without their permission, and he grew increasingly paranoid after getting word that the FBI was conducting an investigation. The paranoia only made his mental state worse, and he became increasingly hard to be around. One day, the parents of a missing child came to the house. David had said he could help for a fee. I looked at their sad faces. Then I looked at David’s pudgy bloated face, and I knew that my time working for him was coming to an end.
The end came after I invited a beautiful Asian woman over to dinner. I met her at the supermarket. She noticed that I bought the huge roast beef that was on display at the meat department. She followed me to the parking lot and saw me go to the immaculate Lincoln Town Car. She must have thought I was a rich man, so she struck up a conversation with me. I invited her over to help eat the roast beef, and when she arrived at the house David got exceedingly jealous. After dinner the woman and I went to my room. When she left David stormed into my room screaming, “This house is not a brothel!”
The next morning, upon my request, the maid called a taxi for me. When the taxi arrived, I went into David’s office and told him I was quitting. He responded, “Nobody quits on David Guardino,” and then he pulled a gun on me. I doubted that he would pull the trigger; I figured he would be too afraid of what Monte the Godfather would say about it. So I turned my back on David, and whether or not he was scared of what his father might say, the main thing is that he didn’t shoot. So, I said goodbye to the maid and to David’s wife, and then I walked out the front door to the waiting taxi.
Shortly after I quit working for him, the FBI closed in on David. Eventually, he went to prison for credit card theft.
A few years after he got out of jail, I was sitting at home flipping through the channels on the television. I came to a boxing match and decided to watch it. When the bell rang for the end of the round, much to my astonishment, David Guardino clambered up to the corner of one of the fighters. He didn’t say anything, he just stood there in silence. When the bell rang to resume fighting, he sat back down. The same thing happened at the end of every round. Obviously, the fighter had paid David to influence the fight by being there at his corner. And luckily for David, his client won.
While working for David I almost got in trouble with the law in Tennessee, but I didn’t. I almost died from the Brown Recluse bite in Las Vegas, but I didn’t. I almost got entangled in an FBI investigation, but I didn’t, and I almost got shot, but I didn’t. What I got was an education into the ways of the world – and I got to stay in America.
I hope his mother is correct, and that David is now residing in heaven. I’d like to think that Harry Claiborne is there, too, and that Harry is telling David one of his funny stories. Nobody is all bad, and nobody is all good, and when it all comes down to dust: David did not have an easy life. He was often betrayed by those he trusted. He was an addict, and most of his life was spent trying to find his daily fix. He was addicted to money, and in the end he died a pauper’s death. It appears that David finished up a big-time loser, but if it turns out that David Guardino came out of it all as a big-time winner, then that’s alright by me.
Posted by Walter Hicks at 11:46 AM
What a contrast to the colorless obituary number 1. A jaw-dropping gallop through a chain of incidents one would expect in a Hollywood movie. But all of this is for real.
This is the book by Barbara and Harriet Guardino, at Amazon:
"My Son, My Son, Redemption of a Psychic"
by Harriet Smith Guardino, Family members, Barbara J Guardino and Elizabeth Ronald Barratt (Jul 15, 2011)
Here are her 3 (?) books at Amazon:
I guess that this text is very similar, but much shorter, of course, than the real book by Barbara Guardino:
"Infamous Elvis Psychic's Story of Redemption Revealed in New Book"
The book by Walter Hicks would be much more interesting to read. But I can not find it... I could not find Walter Hicks and I could not find Barbara Guardino.
But I found traces of David Guardino.
Here is "Weekly World News" (http://books.google.de/books?id=zPEDAAAAMBAJ). an "entertainment tabloid", dated 3rd. May, 1994, page 34:
On the left side of the page, near the bottom, is a tiny advertisement, so tiny one would overlook it.
"WORLD'S MOST powerful psychic! 30 years experience. Help love, health, wealth. $5.00. Information 24 hours. David Guardino. (615) 539-0434, (615) 558-1197.
After reading Walter Hicks' text you will understand this quote:
How to Catch a Con Artist
Ten surefire Ways to Tell You’ve Been Duped
10: He speaks to Elvis Presley from the grave
9: He inherited his psychic abilities from his mother, “a good Christian woman”
8. He says his telekinesis was a gift from God, although he’s an atheist and hedonist
7. He proudly claims to be a member of the Las Vegas Mafia
6. He says he can get your girlfriend back if you’ll send him a piece of her expensive jewelry
5. He keeps adding “zeros” to your account balance
4. He advertises for a nanny and then you find out he’s been married nine times
3. He doesn’t see the tax man man coming
2. He thinks he can outsmart the judge
1. Eagle Protection Group: Scams, Fraud blows the whistle on his activities.
This "4. He advertises for a nanny and then you find out he's been married nine times" might take you wonder --- unless you find this ad:
"SINGLE FATHER, a busy, successful businessman, desperately needs a permanent full-time live-in Nanny for hus 6-yr old girl & 9-yr old boy. Excellent pay & benefits. Call anytime: 503-0487 or 615-539-0434"
(" Duncanville Today", Duncanville, Texas, Thursday, December 8, 1994)
"3. He doesn't see the tax man man coming" of course is big fun, not for the clairvoyant, but for the audience that sees him being cracked down by the state.
CLAIRVOYANT CONVICTED. WE SEE HIS FUTURE.
May 23, 2006
Tennessee psychic David Marius Guardino was convicted yesterday on tax evasion charges in Knoxville Federal Court:
"Guardino lives in Caryville and claims he is both seer and sorcerer, able to predict the future using a mix of telekinesis and clairvoyance. He makes big bucks in the soothsaying business, but Assistant U.S. Attorney Charles Atchley said he hid mounds of it from the IRS when filing tax returns for 1998, 1999 and 2000."
Noteworthy I consider this notice (#1 of the Barbara Guardino's above list):
World Famous Psychic a Fraud? Exposed
If you know anything about this case please e-mail us, using the reference number below.
Date: July 11, 2005
Dear Eagle Protection Group, I have accumulated documentation which can prove one Mr. David M. Guardino, World Famous Psychic has been committing fraud for at least 3 years. He has obtained MILLIONS of dollars from people all over the world, I also have a client list of these people.... If you would like more information please contact me.
Letters that followed ...
July 27 2005
Re: Exposed World Famous Psychic a Fraud
I am requesting information on Reference# 20019A, Dated July 11, 2007 that states: "Dear Eagle Protection Group, I have acumulated documentation which can prove one Mr. David M. Guardino, World Famous Psychic has been committing fraud for at least 3 years. He has obtained Millions of dollars from people all over the world.
I would really appreciate information on the above statement. I took a big risk recently and contacted Mr. Guardino for his services, sending him what little money I had left in my savings account. I usually am not so trusting but he convinced me he was legitimate and could help me. I would like to find out now before I continue this association costing me what little money I have.
Date: Mon, 28 July, 2005 12:49:09
Has any legal action been taken against Mr. Guardino? I may need to add my name to this list of people. -- Best Regards
Date: Fri, 3 August, 2007 12:19:23
I am a client of Mr. Guardino and would like more information on this matter. I am a single mother and made it very clear I could not afford these services but was convinced he was legit. Please can you give me any more information?
Date: Sat, 18 July, 2006 12:42:37
Could you please inform me about the options I may consider to have Mr Guardino refund me the fees I paid to him for something he was never able to make happen. I found him in the yellow pages during a trip to the United States last summer. He promised me results in a matter of weeks when I talked to him over the phone. I was suspicious about the effectiveness of his work before but wanted to believe in it. For a month I got connected to the internet and made a search about him and just found your link about him.
Please let me know if you can help me to get my money back and if there are other people I can contact which are in the same position.
Thank you very much.
Mr. Guardino's response to Eagle Protection Group.
We tried to inquire, due to the letters we have received regarding Mr. Guardino.
Now we have received this letter from Mr. Guardino.
Our investigation will continue...
DAVID MARIUS GUARDINO
516 OAK STREET
SEYMOUR, TENNESSEE 37865
Wednesday, August 15, 2006
2:40 p.m. Eastern Time
Myron Mc Clary
Attorney at Law
1617 South Orchard Knob Avenue
Chattanooga, Tennessee 37404-5106
RE: MY REQUEST FOR YOU TO FILE A LAWSUIT AGAINST:
Eagle Protection Group (EAGLEPROTECT-DOM)
Domain Name: EAGLEPROTECT.COM
OWNER: MAIA, ROY
As we discussed, you ar hereby and herein officially requested an authorized to file suit against the above-styled MAIA ROY, etc., for libel, slander
and so forth. These people need to be pursued vigorously to the fullest extent of the law and punished accordingly. You are just the man to do it.
You have been my friend and counselor for twenty years now, and I am looking forward to working with you on this matter so that I can obtain justice.
David Marius Guardino
cc: Steven E. Marshall, Esquire
Special Agent David Stanczik
UPDATE on Mr. Guardino
September 7, 2006
Mr. Guardino has decided to closeup shop (for his own benefit) and go "OUT OF BUSINESS" as a World Famous Psychic.
Mr. Guardino died in prison May 11, 2007
David Guardino's domain was harvested by the web archive:
I urge you to read the archive, to browse the files, and to realize that all this is real.
Walter Hicks mentioned the 10,000$ incidents. One would assume that David Guardino would keep such arrangements secret. But no, he even has this letter online:
Hicks called Guardino smart, yes, even super-smart. But the homepage is a shambles, it is not professionally made, it is a mix of embarrassing and small-minded family laundry, publicly washed. Guardino was not smart. He was just the same type of folk which he defrauded.
The question often asked is WHY he could cheat his victims. Why!? Hell, because they are stupid! They are gullible and small-minded. One important driving force behind this FORCED stupidity is religion. This is why I put emphasis on mentioning David Guardino's mother. She is who influenced him. She is the type who can wipe out intelligence in complete family tree branches. It is such breed which then swallows the tabloids.
Browse the tabloids. Do it! See the articles about flying dogs, about cannibals, and about whatever other crying nonsense. No question, who reads that crap is perfect fitting prey for David Guardino and other frauds of his sort.
It's a match: Guardino advertised in tabloids his fitting victims read. It's bait like this
("Marshall Chronicle", Marshall, Michigan, Tuesday, April 11, 1995, p6,
"WORLD FAMOUS PSYCHIC & BUSINESS CONSULTANT DAVID GUARDINO
Mr. Guardino specializes in psychokinesis: being able to influence people and events from distance. He has been interviewed numerous times on radio and TV. He is available for interviews.
Please call: (702) 386-0702
David Guardino Enterprises
P.O. Box 880
Lenoir City, TN 37771"
("Billboard", 3. Nov. 1984, p 79,
that these criminals use. If you want to check more, go ahead:
David Guardino was a fraud, doing his "business" for over 30 years. For his frauds he was not prosecuted, no, it was for tax evasion. Had he paid the taxes, he could have gone on forever.
Guardino is no singular case, he is one of many. He is not the only one to boast to be world's best psychic. No, he is one of many. Look at who is making all those tiny ads in the tabloids. It is them, it is those frauds.
You see how Guardino "worked". Walter Hicks described it well. The other frauds do it just the same way. And like Guardino they cash in millions. Guardino made 10000 Dollars per day. Guess how much the others make. It is a billion Dollars market.
They are con-men. They are confidence tricksters who rip off even the poorest and and the most miserable patients suffering from terrible and deadly diseases.
These frauds, they are vicious.
Get the picture. Then you are ready to see why I made this interlude.
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Es begab sich zu Zeiten des Kaisers Kai...
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5x 5000 = 25000
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("Wir sind Ente"
wird eine Schar beflissener bleistiftschwingender Entisten stante pede die Bilder ordern.
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