Restored Republic via a GCR: Update as of May 6, 2024

I screwed up in DC, March 30th ’81. That disc missed his heart by a quarter of an inch.
That’s why Herbert Walker was so angry at me. Him and two of his goons snatched me up in St. Roberts, MO. While his agents were holding me so tight, I thought my arms were gonna break, and they smacked me around, I noticed the driver was heading.
Herbert said, “Don’t you live around here?” I told him I used to, but my father had kicked me out, and they had moved to TX.
He asked, “So the place is empty?” I told him Yes I suppose. We drove to the gravel road, where I once lived, and didn’t see any cars, and waited, and no one came out of the house. So we got out.
While his thugs held my arms up, Herbert said he had a present from Ronnie, and punched me a couple of times in the ribs, under my left armpit. Then he said, “And this is for me.” And punched me in the gut a few times.
It was almost like reflex when me leg raised up, and my foot got him right in the nuts! He bent over, cussing like crazy.
Then he tells his agents to bring me to the back of the car, and tells them to hold me down. He says, “I’m gonna do this little bastard right here!” His guys aren’t too happy about the location, and Hebert’s pulling my pants down, then, behind me, he drops his.
Then all of a sudden we hear the screen door, and a man yelling, “What the hell is going on!” I look up and notice the guy has a shotgun.
The agents let me go, and they start toward the man, but then Old Herbert’s yelling at them to cover him, and he’s trying to hold up his pants, and hide his head behind his suit lapel. The agents hold open their jackets to hide him, and he’s cussing about getting his pants up, as they move around the other side of that big black car. I got my pants up, and the guy from the house yells that he’s called the police, and the agents head toward him, but Herbert yells and them to get in.
One of them grabs me by the throat, threatens me about keeping my mouth shut, then knocks me down.
I could hear sirens, as the driver backs up and spits gravel as they speed up the road.
After that the guy invites me in, takes a look at my broken ribs, and does the best he could to help. Cop shows up, asked me who that was, and at first I kept saying that I couldn’t tell them, but after awhile, I thought WTF, and told him most of what was going on.
Something else. Seems that guy had snapped some pics before he had came out.
But that’s another story.
I know that most won’t believe this, but I guarantee that I’m Credible.
And that’s how an 18 year old assassin ended up kicking a Vice President in the nuts, and lives to talk about it.

I want you to know, I am first & foremost, a patriot. I have patiently waited, over 4 years now, for the Military to step in & take control. But, nothing ever happens. But, still there are dates, not far off for all this to happen. But, the dates come and go, as do the years. I have lost my family and kids. Or, better yet, they have disowned me. I tell them the pedofiles and Satanist will be rounded up and dealt with in GITMO. That the World will be better for everyone with a good heart & Soul. That the med beds will cure our inflictions. That I will be able to walk soon. But, they laugh at me & treat me like a conspiracy theory nut job.
I guess, I’m asking, if this is really real? Or is it to give us false hope? I ask this, because I’ve just about lost all of mine.
I know no one will answer this text, but, I had to try anyways.
WWG1WGA
I hope & pray this is not all BS.
Yours Truly
Craig A. Perras
116 N. 19 St.
Fort Dodge, Iowa 50501
419-490-0566

Baraka Bashad