Why Did the US Invade Iraq?

The US went into Iraq because we said Saddam had weapons.  He said he didn’t.  We invaded anyway.  Did he?  If not we were all duped because there was no reason for war.  If he did, and he did, where are they now?  Here’s what I know first-hand.

Every time Chief Richard “Monty” Gonzales was given intelligence reports specifying where the munitions were hidden, he’d go in with his men and check the area and he came up dry.  It was a wild goose chase.  Another one of my ideas, but I didn’t know exactly why the US wanted to hold onto them.  Why pretend to look for them when we knew where they were?  It seemed a little doopy – why not find them and hide them again, but to me, Army Intelligence is an oxymoron.

When Col. Don Jowlexander (not his real name. He was the man in charge of torture at GETMO.) felt the wild goose chase had gone on long enough he asked me how I would end it.  I said, I’d announce ‘mission accomplished’ with some fanfare.  It was a joke; I thought it was a funny, anyway.  But then Don said how about hanging a banner on an aircraft carrier.  He said he knew when Bush would be on a carrier as a photo opportunity and the press would cover it.  I said it was a stupid idea and I was joking.  Don thought it was a great idea and didn’t care that I was joking.  I said, “Oh well, if Bush is dumb enough to do that, then, go ahead.”  But I said I didn’t think he’d go for it.  Don laughed and said Bush would do anything he told him to; then we both laughed about what idiot Bush was.

That seemed to go over well.  No one seemed to care that we went to war based on our knowledge that Iraq had weapons.  No one actually questioned how the mission could be accomplished if we didn’t find weapons.  The Daily Show used it as a running joke for a while, but, that’s what it was, a joke.  My memory was always erased after these meetings with Army intelligence, (or meetings with anybody, for that matter) but this mission accomplished thing had me puzzled and confused when I saw it on the news.  Turns out Col. Don Jowlexander was feeding Chief Gonzales lousy intel and he called himself by the name of an old explorer.  Once  Chief Gonzales caught on that he’d been set up after the “Mission Accomplished,” debacle, he began fighting back.  So I got tortured.  I asked why I was being tortured and I was told because the Chief didn’t like going on a wild goose chase and the wild goose chase was my idea.

I asked, “You told me you were in the army?  Right? And the Chief is in the army, too? Is he in Army intelligence, too?”

Don said the Chief was not only in Army Intelligence but his smartest man.

“You mean to tell me, you sent the Chief on a wild goose chase and you didn’t tell him it was all for show? And he’s your smartest man?  Why would you do such a thing?  No wonder he’s mad.  Why didn’t you tell me he didn’t know it was just for show?”

Don said that was on a need to know basis.

“Well, that was something I needed to know.”

Don began talking to Deeta and she asked him where the weapons were and he started to say Djibouti.  Then said, “Oh here, I’ll bet she knows,” and asked me to pronounce the country but he couldn’t remember how to spell it.

I said, “I’m not going to play with you anymore.”

Don asked why, and I said, “Because you tortured me.”

He said, no, he’s the one who stopped the torture.  So I asked him where the country was; and I said there’s a tiny country in the area he described called Djibouti, but it’s in Africa.

He said, “That’s it – I think.  But it starts with a ‘D.’” I told him not to pronounce the ‘D’ and went over it with him – Jah-boo-tee.  He was grateful to know, because nobody in army intelligence knew how to pronounce it.   I asked if the weapons were in the capitol, and just for shits and giggles, I asked him if he knew what the capitol of Djibouti was.  He didn’t.  I told him it was Djibouti.  He said, no, they were about a hundred miles south east of there.  “Isn’t there water there?  Are they in the water?”  He said he’d already told me too much.

At any rate, I want everyone to know there are stockpiles of weapons and they may still be in Djibouti or on boats off the coast, but they are in that area (maybe Yemen) and they ARE NOT controlled by the US armed forces: and these people who kept me prisoner for so long, can be trusted to do the worst possible thing at the worst possible moment! You can count on it!

Now that I know the truth about the two teams I’m very worried about the Middle East situation.  I think if I had not been so heavily drugged I would at least have known to keep my mouth shut.  I tried that a few times in different situations and it got me tortured.

When I was asked to work for Army Intelligence but I wouldn’t.  As it turns out, I did a lot of consulting work for them as a slave.  I’m angry about being used that way, and I’m angry at myself for not realizing there were two teams in our military, one is pretty good; and the other – pure evil.  The evil teams from the various countries will join forces soon; some already have.

A note to Chief Gonzales – I am heartily sorry.  In my own defense, you know the types of drugs and hypnosis and torture they do to people, that was all used on me and then my memory was systematically erased. I think we were both trying to be good Americans given the circumstances.  I commend you for trying to shed light on an outrageous situation.  I hope this post clears some things up for you.  You’ll probably want to read my eBook, Babble On.  Thank you for your service.

About Grace Gardener

THE NSA AND THE MOOCS WON'T LET ANYONE GET THROUGH TO ME. THEY MAY EVEN HURT YOU IF YOU TRY. See the pages in the tabs of this blog, Grace Gardener, and, A Little About Lynn Mickelsen. If you know me and I don't get back to you, then the email was intercepted. Never talk to anyone claiming to be me without asking questions to be sure. All site posts beginning 4/1/16 will be on Grace-Gardener.org. I’m not doing this for attention. I have 107 broken bones, zero disks in my back, and I’m exhausted. I need to get through to the people who knew me for credibility: but the NSA blocks my every move. I have to have the same acknowledgement and respect for my judgement I had while I was a ghost director in Hollywood and when I was CEO of the Rand Corp. Rand has been able to keep my work anonymous and credited to other people so they can collect my pay and residuals. They figured as long as they’re erasing my memory, and taking credit for my inventions, music, acting and directing; they may as well keep the money I earned. Also, the money would be proof that I did the work, so they’ve kept me poor all of my life. The reason the conspirators made plans in front of me was because they were assured I would “Never Remember” them, their visit and the things they planned. They talked in a kind of code that I have since figured out. I would have turned them in after the meeting had I been allowed to remember. I have to operate the way I do to keep away from my captors. GRR taught me most of the tactics I use. (Now he won’t help because his memory of me is implanted.) I know it angers some corrupt NSA Officers, but it’s a fact that I was a prisoner and slave at the Rand Corporation, and the NSA helped and still helps to keep me that way. I have to make evasive maneuvers to keep me, my daughters, this country and the world safe. Meanwhile I have no where to turn. I still feel like a candle in the wind. https://youtu.be/uw6CIxD1pHo My name was Lynn Mickelsen while I was a prisoner in a blue house and slave of a “club” based in northern New Jersey. If you know me PLEASE DON'T TRY TO CONTACT ME THROUGH THE RAND CORPORATION OR ANY OF MY FORMER EMPLOYERS OR ANY CONTACT FROM MORE THAN 9 YEARS AGO. People who tried doing this are being killed. Some people know the cult know it with a name similar to The Builder Berg Society or the Skull and Dagger Society. There's a HUGE bounty on my head that the cult I escaped from has no intention of paying. The plan is to have me killed and then to kill the person trying to collect the bounty. I thought up the plan and the amount because I thought it was going to be the plot in a movie. I told the people who wanted the plan, "This is one movie no one will want to see." In short, anyone who kills me will be killed within 24 hours and will never see a dime. Now I'm RVing but I’m still a prisoner in that I can't get in touch with anyone, and no one can get in touch with me, except in person. I found out about the other life I’d been living during a grueling five-hour conversation I detail in my Book, ‘the Conversation’ The reason I knew nothing about my own life was because I suffered selective amnesia - induced by the cult that owned me - with drugs, torture and electricity. 'The Conversation' is available in paperback at Blurb.com. The ebook is free. I worked nights and weekends naming products, bands and internet services, or anything else the "club" wanted me to do. I would wake up in the morning and remember nothing about the work and meetings, and I never received ANY money. I could only remember my 9 - 5 job at a bank. I’ve written the eBook, ‘Garden of the Light,’ as a lighter, inspirational compliment to the eBooks – ‘the Conversation,’ and, 'the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen’ which are intended to shed new, totally different light on the current world situation and change the world for the better. Apocalypse is a Greek word meaning, ‘the Revealing of Ancient Knowledge.’ I consider the book, ‘the Conversation,’ as Apocalypse because it reveals the ancient knowledge. We'll have World Peace once we abolish child abuse. My view of Apocalypse has no battle, no war, no army. I believe the knowledge in ‘the Conversation’ is enough to save the world. The blog grace-gardener.org lists just some of the accomplishments I achieved as a slave, to let everyone I've helped over the past sixty years, who I am. I will finally claim my life! https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/380321 If you’re a George Lucas fan you may remember some of these strange stories that involve him. I met George on the set of American Graffiti; we got engaged when the movie wrapped. I was taken away and George was told I was dead. Five years later I was hired to figure out how to make Luke Skywalker’s farm vehicle fly. The people who handled me (owned me) forgot that I had worked for this director once before on American Graffiti and they told him I was dead. I arrived and solved Lucas’s problem for him and he tearfully remembered me and told me what had happened five years before. I stayed on the set of Star Wars long enough to name the Star Wars characters and solve another animatronics problem with Chewy’s costume. I was told it was time to leave and started to follow my jailers the way I had been programmed to, when George asked, “When will I see you again?” I began to say, “Oh, you’ll see me again,” but I realized I wasn’t certain of that because once before, when we got engaged, I never saw him again. So I turned around and started walking back toward Lucas and I asked, “How about now? Can I stay with you now? Because I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again.” George thought a second and agreed that I should stay. As I was walking back to him I saw his expression change and looked over my shoulder to see the man I had been following holding a gun on me. I kept walking because now I was sure that the story Lucas had told me about what happened five years ago, was going to happen again and I couldn’t allow that. Someone had obviously been playing with my life, and I couldn’t have that, so I kept walking toward Lucas and away from the man with the gun. Lucas’s expression changed again, this time his face was filled with fear and horror. I turned around and now there were three men holding guns on George Lucas. There was only about 20 feet of desert between us but I had to go with them in order to save Lucas’s life. So, if you’re a fan of George Lucas you may remember someone being stolen off the Star Wars set at gunpoint. That was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Academy Awards. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Elton John’s post Oscar Party that benefits his AIDs foundation. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later Harrison Ford and George Lucas devised a plan to steal me off of the set of The Fugitive. This time I was shot with a coma drug. They used a hypodermic needle that went through my coat and slacks and into my thigh. Two bogus ambulance men came in a stolen ambulance and took me away. The only other time I saw George face to face was during the making of Howard the Duck. George Lucas and Steven Spielberg made that ridiculous movie to try to rescue me again, in case you were wondering why they made that movie. I was supposed to see Lucas again on a set of Indiana Jones but this time it was George who was drugged and abducted. This makes 8 times George Lucas tried to rescue me. I’ve spoken with Lucas on the phone only a few times over the past 40 years, and those phone calls and the conversations we had while shooting American Graffiti, are what makes up Yoda’s philosophies and Star Wars 7 – the Force Awakens. The reason the people who owned me don’t allow George and I to get together is because they don’t want World Peace. War makes them rich. The greed of a handful of people keep the word in the turmoil it’s in. The people in the entertainment industry know me as the woman with no memory and no name. If you want to know more about me, check out my blog www.grace-gardener.org; or read my free ebooks the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen, and, the Conversation. I‘m still trying to walk those 20 feet.
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