Kavanaugh Sabotaged Vince Foster Probe

I boarded the Trump train early on because I anticipated that he would be good for Israel and so far he’s been far better than anyone could possibly have hoped for. But when he nominated Brett Kavanaugh to be appointed to the US Supreme Court last July, I expressed my opinion that this guy is a dreadful choice. My response had nothing to do with accusations involving sex, then unknown.

I’ve done two books on how Bill Clinton, when he was president, murdered Vince Foster, the deputy White House counsel, in 1993. The second book I published in July just as Kavanaugh’s name surfaced and because the murder in this book was one of several subjects, I simply explained why Kavanaugh is a very bad choice and left it at that. The second book is called, “Trump, Israel, And The Ayatollah Fruit Loops.”

Back in the day the Clintons quickly trotted out the myth that Foster committed suicide and the US mass media (MSM), as rotten then as it is today in the pockets of the Democratic Party, ran with it as gospel. But the Telegraph in the UK sent over Ambrose Evans-Pritchard to cover the story properly and he did a fabulous job in bringing the facts of the case to the public. Alas, there was no Internet then and Americans had no access to British newspapers.

Miguel Rodriguez, a young assistant DA from California, had been brought in to investigate the Foster death under special prosecutor Ken Starr, and he gathered evidence that would enable him to present a murder indictment to a grand jury. Starr forced him out. Starr, who had not directly investigated the death, was playing along with the suicide myth. At that point Kavanaugh, aged 30. was brought in to replace Rodriguez. Instead of picking up where Rodriguez left off, he ignored the evidence pointing to a murder and enabled the myth of a suicide to slide through as the official finding.

I had not intended to write about this because I had never examined Kavanaugh’s role in detail. But now Evans-Pritchard, still at the Telegraph, has published an article “My sinister battle with Brett Kavanaugh over the truth,” in which he describes how Kavanaugh sabotaged the investigation. I have a lot to add. Evans-Pritchard also concluded that Kavanaugh is unfit to serve in the highest court.

Evans-Pritchard points out that Senator Dianne Feinstein (D-Ca) is correct is accusing Kavanaugh of committing perjury when he testified before the Senate that he had never leaked grand jury material to journalists. She found it recorded in the Starr files. Kavanaugh was trying to suppress his absolutely disgraceful performance at a grand jury session involving a key witness Patrick Knowlton. Knowlton was able to blow apart a central claim of the murder conspirators that Foster had driven himself to a Virginia park where his body was found. In reality a policeman had noticed Foster’s Honda arriving 20 minutes after a passerby came upon his body. Knowlton meanwhile had seen a second Honda that the conspirators had brought to the park earlier. They were trying to pass that one off as Foster’s even though the year, color, and licence plate were wrong.

Here’s the story of the murder.

The CIA had been importing large amounts of cocaine into the US from Central America, most of it through Arkansas, supervised by Clinton when he was governor of that state. Foster, who was a partner in the same law firm in Little Rock as Hillary, had a client who handled the money laundering. The money went through the BCCI bank of Pakistan, possibly the crookedest bank in history, money from which may have gone to help build Pakistan’s bomb.

Foster, 48, not happy working at the White House, had resigned, and was leaving the job July 21, 1993. Someone, likely the CIA and I’ll back that up, didn’t want him going anywhere. He was lured into a honey trap July 20 at the White House and shot dead after sex.

Clinton could not have done the murder if there had been someone in charge of the FBI. He fired the FBI director William Sessions July 19. Now the coast was clear.

Foster was called the morning of July 20 by a woman who asked him if he was up for sex. She told him which room in the White House where they could meet after 1 p.m. That sex would be the last thing Foster would do in his life. We know that at least she gave him that because there were traces of semen on his underwear. A co-conspirator then put a .22 bullet in his neck.

The conspirators had to get the body to an obscure park in Virginia, known as a hangout for homosexuals. It had been chosen because it was under the jurisdiction of the Park Police, who had no experience in homicides. The only interested party which would know that was the CIA, whose headquarters was a mile away as the crow flies.

It looks that the conspirators used four cars. The first was an 83-84 Honda, rust-colored, Arkansas plate, which they had at the park by 4:30. The second was the car in which they took the body, which was discovered at the park at 5:40 by a passerby, but without a gun in hand. The gun, a .38, an untraceable vintage revolver, fetched from somewhere, must have been brought in a third car coming after the other. The fourth was Foster’s car, a new white Honda, which was there at 6 p.m. A policeman touched the hood and it was hot. Foster was six-foot-five. The seat was pulled forward by someone five-foot-eight, probably the woman he had sex with since the male conspirators were busy.

We know the name of one member of the hit squad, Robert Goetzman, an FBI agent. Goetzman called Debra von Trapp, a computer expert who had worked in the Bush I administration, related to the Sound of Music family, on the night of the murder. Goetzman admitted that he had been on the hit squad that killed Foster. She taped the conversation. He said, “We dumped him in a queer park to send Clinton and his queer wife a message.” It sounded like the point of the call was to take suspicion off the Clintons. No one else at that juncture or ever said that the body was dumped at the park in Virginia. But that’s exactly what happened.

(It’s too bad that von Trapp waited to go to Starr until after Rodriguez had left. He would have called in Goetzman for questioning. But she may have been afraid. Starr seems to have just put the tape in a drawer, if not the trash, and did nothing.)

If the FBI had not been disabled, this would have been an open-and-shut case. All they needed were the phone logs, which would have given them the name of the woman Foster went to visit that day. They could see that he had sex with someone. All the FBI had to do was seal off Foster’s office or alternatively record what anyone was taking out. But there was no FBI.

That evening before most people knew that Foster was dead, three high-ranking Clinton officials entered Foster’s office and began ransacking it. These three were witnessed absconding with files from Foster’s room: Bernard Nussbaum, Foster’s boss and White House counsel; Patsy Thomasson, a shady character, White House office director, who had been first lieutenant to drug dealer Don Lasater, who had been sent to prison and pardoned by Clinton, as Arkansas governor. It took 13 months before she got her White House security clearance and did not have it that night. She broke into the safe with the help of a crew which suddenly appeared. And also Maggie Williams, Hillary’s chief of staff, who took a bundle of documents straight to Hillary’s closet.

The phone logs, key to everything, vanished and were never seen again.

When the Clintons came in new carpets were put into all the rooms. Within days the carpets in one room were changed. There must have been blood on the old ones.

The Park Police were in way over their heads in this case, as expected. But give them credit for asking one key question when they showed up at a gathering of family and friends that night. “Did Foster show any signs of depression?” Those present all answered with one loud voice, “Nooooooooo‼‼”

Prior to Kavanaugh, the murder cover-up depended on these three: Sidney Blumenthal, Hillary’s hatchet man; Louis Freeh, the new FBI director described by Judicial Watch as “corruption personified;” and Robert Fiske, the first special prosecutor, a straight set-up.

The Park Police were going on the assumption that it was a suicide but they never found a bullet of any kind nor anyone who heard a shot despite the fact that security guards at the Saudi embassy were not far away.

Hillary was drawn to Blumenthal because he wrote this.

Sidney Blumenthal: “Everyone is fair game, simply for being on the other side. Humiliating one’s prey, not merely defeating one’s foes, is central to the process.”

Kathleen Willey, one of Bill’s sexual assault victims, commented.

Kathleen Willey: “No doubt this nasty blueprint for political success struck a chord with Hillary. According to Carl Bernstein, ‘His message … Hillary could embrace, along with its author.’ She hired him.”

On Aug. 9, before the Park Police had even wrapped up their investigation, such as it was, Blumenthal published an article in the New Yorker entitled “The Suicide.” Some of it was outright lying. He said Foster had lost 15 pounds in the weeks before his death. When he came into the White House he weighed 194 and when he died he weighed 197. Blumenthal’s entire basis that it was a suicide was this sentence. “Of a thousand people who might commit suicide, I would never pick Vince,” Hillary Clinton said the day after Foster’s death, according to a friend she spoke with.” The only friend she might have spoken to about that was Blumenthal. He was quoting himself.

Blumenthal later would acquire the nickname “Sid Vicious” because of his savage attacks on victims of Bill’s sexual assaults. He would appear twice more at the centre of things.

When Hillary became secretary of state he kept pressing her to go to war with Libya. He was arranging ways that he could make a killing off it. That all came out in his e-mails published on WikiLeaks. Blumenthal and his sidekick Cody Shearer are the likely writers of the “dirty dossier,” a smear job on Trump set in Moscow that was parlayed into the Mueller probe. UK spymaster Christopher Steele, the supposed author, was just the respectable fall guy who was fed all his information. Hillary put up the money and wouldn’t have done so unless she knew what she had in hand first. Besides that Blumenthal was and is the only US political operative with a direct link into Putin’s inner circle where he could extract plausible information. His son Max is Putin’s chief propagandist in English defending Russia’s depredations in Syria.

Let’s go to Fiske, the first special prosecutor. At the outset the main concern of the Clintons was that the name of the BCCI bank not be mentioned because that goes to motive. Fiske happened to be the lawyer for the head of the American branch of the BCCI bank. He delivered the goods, a verdict of suicide.

But Freeh as FBI director had to carry the main load of the cover-up. Freeh was from New Jersey. His mother was a Chinchiola. He was straight out of the Sopranos. You could never tell which side of the law he was on. He caught Clinton’s eye when he framed a guy for double murder in Alabama.

Kevin Ryan: “Judicial Watch said that director Freeh believed he was above the law. The group went on to say that Freeh was ‘a man so corrupt he destroyed the office he led, and a man so cowardly he refuses to face the music for the illegalities he has allegedly committed.’ To this was added a claim that the FBI under Freeh was being directed by sinister yet unknown forces.”

Alabama Judge Robert S. Vance was as straight as an arrow and he had cases coming up involving drug smuggling.

By the late 80s most of the CIA cocaine was entering through Arkansas but earlier and perhaps simultaneously there were airfields in Alabama. That was one small, embarrassing detail that would have come out in court in a lawsuit brought against a CIA contract employee named John Hull relating to some journalists murdered on his property in Costa Rica in 1984. The suit was related to the Iran-Contra affair.

A Miami judge threw out the suit and it went to the 11th circuit. Judge Vance was named as the head of a three-man panel. Daniel Sheehan, lawyer for the Christic Institute, said he felt with Vance there, they had a good chance of winning. Maybe others felt the same way. A week after he was appointed, Vance was assassinated. End of case.

The same bombs killed Vance and then an NCAAP lawyer. Freeh charged a screwball named Walter LeRoy Moody of Atlanta in federal court. You could say anything about him and everyone would nod, could be. But Freeh’s patsy did not possess the skills needed for making bombs, such as welding.

Ted Banks, who at one time had been convicted of counterfeiting, used to do Moody’s welding and other mechanical work. Banks became the star witness. The FBI strong-armed him into admitting that he did the welding for the bombs.

Then at the appeal he had a twinge of conscience. At one point Banks glared directly at Freeh from the stand and shouted out, “I lied and he (Freeh) told me to lie. I never welded no bombs for Moody.” That outburst cost Banks a perjury conviction and years in prison.

Next much of the evidence started to crumble.

Chemist Frederic Whitehurst was the FBI’s foremost expert on explosives residue in the 1990s. He came forward and said that there had been ongoing problems in the laboratory procedures in the Moody case, including “fabrication of evidence, perjury, and misconduct.”

Agent J. Thomas Thurman’s fabrication of evidence in the Moody case was so extreme that it was accepted as impeachment of his testimony in the Lockerby bombing case.

When Moody went to state court on a capital charge there were so many holes in the case that any good trial lawyer should have been able to get him off on benefit of doubt. But he was put on trial with no lawyer. Moody was executed in Alabama this April 19.

Under Freeh the FBI routinely falsified evidence in the Foster case. Clinton had chosen the right guy to handle a cover-up.

There were two pieces of evidence that pointed directly at murder: the .22 bullet hole in the neck and the fact that Foster’s car arrived 20 minutes after his body was found, driven by someone who was nine inches shorter than he was.

The official line was that Foster shot himself in the mouth with an antique gun although no bullet was found. They then made that assertion impossible to challenge at the autopsy, which seemed to have been lifted straight out of Stalin’s Soviet Union.

Police are supposed to be present at an autopsy as witnesses. The doctor started well before they arrived and took out the tongue and portions of the soft palate. Without that you could not challenge the official story of the pathway of the bullet from the mouth. Meanwhile the pathologist who showed up refused to give his name. In the 10,000 pages of documentation the only name given for this pathologist is John Doe. There is no proof that he was a pathologist. He was unquestionably a thug sent there so that the doctor was aware that he had better stick to the script or else, which is the way things were done back in the USSR

Here’s how Rodriguez got the evidence that the lethal bullet was a .22 calibre shot into the neck.

The FBI took Polaroid photographs of the Park Police Polaroid photographs and those copies were introduced into evidence. Their excuse was that the originals were underexposed. But the resulting images were blurry and you could not see anything. Rodriguez took the originals to a photo lab used by the Smithsonian Institute which made enhancements. From these you could see clearly a hole made by a .22-calibre bullet into the neck, the fatal shot.

Evans-Pritchard also says workers who handled the body all reported the bullet hole was in the neck and they were told to shut up.

Ambrose Evans-Pritchard: “The photo was pivotal. It confirmed what several people who handled the body had originally stated. I interviewed the first rescue worker on the scene and when I asked him about the mouth wound, he grabbed me, and said with frightening intensity: ‘listen to me buddy, Foster was shot right here,’ jabbing his finger into my neck. He said the FBI had pressured him too into changing his story and that official narrative was ‘a pack of lies.’”

In other words along with the Smithsonian photo they had enough witnesses to make a probable cause case for murder. No one shoots himself in the neck to commit suicide.

Patrick Knowlton, a construction worker, pulled into the park at 4:30 on July 20 to have a pee. He got a good look at the older rust-colored Honda and also the driver. Since he was actually the first of all witnesses, Evans-Pritchard regarded him as rather important. He caught up to him and showed him the transcript of what the FBI had recorded as his witness statement. It was entirely false.

What apparently was happening was that the FBI was presenting this older Honda as Foster’s car to make it fit the time line of a suicide. Knowlton knew by then that Foster’s actual car was white and a new model. He told Evans-Pritchard that when he was questioned, the FBI kept badgering him to get him to change his story so that he would admit the possibility that the older Honda was Foster’s car. He refused. But they wrote it up the way they wanted in any event.

Evans-Pritchard ran the story in the Telegraph that the FBI had falsified Knowlton’s statement. Only then was Knowlton invited to testify at a grand jury – this would be under Kavanaugh.

Before the day, Knowlton was subjected to horrific organized harassment. Evans-Pritchard attributes this to the FBI but this sounds like a CIA psychological warfare operation. Here’s what he wrote at that time.

Ambrose Evans-Pritchard: “It was Patrick’s girl-friend, Kathryn, who noticed it first. They were walking through the avant-garde neighborhood of Dupont Circle that evening when a middle-aged man in a brown suit stopped and stared at Patrick. At first Kathryn did not think much of it. A practical woman, with a Ph.D. in management, she is not the kind to see shadows on the wall. But then it happened again. The next man was of similar vintage, with a navy blue jacket. His stare lasted about 15 seconds. It was the same distinctive stare — one designed to provoke fear, confusion, and paranoia. And then it happened again, and again: men cutting in front of them, following them, glowering into Patrick’s eyes, fixing him with the look of death wherever he turned.

“The harassment was a boiler-plate operation, just the sort of trick played on Communist sympathizers in the 1950s, and Civil Rights activists in the 1960s.”

“After seven or eight episodes … Patrick and Kathryn were seriously alarmed. The men were becoming more brazen now. They were actually brushing into Patrick, circling like hyenas. Some Middle Eastern types had joined in. Well-groomed. Athletic.

“‘At this point I was a nervous wreck, I was sweating. It was totally out of control,’ said Patrick.”

This went on for some time, up to 25 of them. They were trying to get Knowlton to crack or scare him off from testifying. He almost did crack. Whom do you call in a situation like this? The police? These were the police. Fortunately Evans-Pritchard was in town and calmed him down. Then they cut off his phone. Christopher Ruddy, today chief executive of NewsMax, had actually come out to the scene and witnessed some of the harassment.

Here is where Kavanaugh disgraced himself. I had not known the details up to now but I did know that instead of trying to elicit what Knowlton had to say, to put it on the record, Kavanaugh mocked and ridiculed him, starting with the fact that he went for a pee in a place where homosexuals hung out as if that’s why he choose that park and not by blind chance.

Evans-Pritchard now says that Kavanaugh’s mockery and ridicule continued for the entire two and a half hours of the session, according to Knowlton.

Ambrose Evans-Pritchard: “When Mr Knowlton appeared at the grand jury — thinking he was doing his civic duty — he says he was subjected to two and a half hours of character assassination by Mr Kavanaugh. There was little attempt to find out what he knew about the Foster death scene.”

Kavanaugh also did not want to talk about Knowlton’s claim that he had been subject to severe harassment.

Ambrose Evans-Pritchard: “Mr Knowlton and his lawyer later filed a federal lawsuit against FBI agents he claimed were working for Brett Kavanaugh, alleging witness tampering and a conspiracy to violate his civil rights. This eventually reached the US District Court in Washington, DC. The quixotic case was impossible to prove. Yet it was the action of a man who clearly felt wronged. To this day he blames Mr. Kavanaugh personally.”

I am not prepared to blame Kavanaugh for ordering the harassment. Freeh was capable of doing something like that and besides, it sounded more like CIA than FBI. But Kavanaugh certainly was not prepared to look into what happened and mocked that claim as well as everything else Knowlton told him.

What goes around, comes around. This is the grand jury session that Feinstein says Kavanaugh leaked to the public trying to suppress the worst parts of it when he harped on “genitillia” a bit much and then lied about leaking to the Senate in his current hearings today.

Evans-Pritchard points out that Kavanaugh had a choice, build on the work of Rodriguez in the interests of seeking justice and possibly end up like him, being run out of there, or think of his career and go with the flow, the cover-up. He chose the latter and indeed reaped the benefits of a spectacular career. Rodriguez is still doing today what he did then with the bizarre twist that along the way he changed his sex and she is now known as Michelle.

Kavanaugh wrote the report on the Foster death. How he could call it a suicide knowing about the gunshot wound in the neck and the fact that Foster’s car arrived at the scene after he was dead, you’ll have to ask him. This is a case where no one will ask, the Democrats much less than the Republicans. I’m a Canadian, eh, so no one shuts me up.

Knowlton was not prepared to give up. His lawyers submitted a 511-page summary of all the skullduggery in the investigation and went to court to have it attached to Kavanaugh’s report. He won a partial victory. The judges allowed a 20-page summary to be attached to the official report in which the dissenters lay out the facts that were ignored and how witness statements were routinely falsified.

This wasn’t just one murder but a train of four that I count.

Jerry Parks, a private eye in Little Rock who did work for Foster, said when he saw the report of Foster’s death on TV, “I’m a dead man.” He took extreme precautions including keeping a .38 between the seats of his car and going in circuitous routes to shake off anyone who might be following him. The guy was six-foot-three and weighed 320 pounds. He could handle himself in any confrontation. At 6:30 p.m. a car pulled alongside his and before he could reach for his weapon, they pumped him full of bullets. The car of Parks skidded to a halt. The shooter, a man maybe in his 40s, got out, strolled over nonchalantly before astonished eyewitnesses, and shot Parks twice in the heart with a 9 mm hand-gun, as the Mafia was wont to do. Then he joined his driver and they sped away.

One task that Parks helped in that we have evidence for is money laundering. Often this is the same as laundering clothes. You have first to put a load in your car.

Ambrose Evans-Pritchard: “In 1991, Mrs. Parks discovered what must have been hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash in the boot of her husband’s Lincoln car after he had made a trip to Mena airport in western Arkansas with Foster.”

“‘It was all in $100 bills wrapped in string, layer after layer,’ she said. ‘It was so full I had to sit on the trunk to get it shut again. I took the money and threw it in his lap, and said ‘Are you running drugs?’ Jerry said that Vince had paid him $1,000 cash for each trip; he didn’t know what they were doing, and he didn’t care to know; he told me to forget what I’d seen.’”

After Parks was murdered a swarm of agents from the FBI, CIA, Secret Service, and the IRS descended on his home and stripped it of every scrap of anything that appeared to contain information.

What no authorities were in any hurry to do was solve the murder. His wife asked Ken Starr to get involved. He brushed her off. The killers were never caught.

Before moving on to murder number three in this series, I’ll note one knock-on effect that the killing of Parks had on US history no less. Those who publish lists of the Arkancides have a body count of upwards of 40 people who died before their time after crossing paths with the Clintons. I’ve only examined four of the deaths and I cannot offer an opinion on any the others one way or other.

Linda Tripp was the secretary of Nussbaum, Foster’s boss. She said the reason that she leaked the story to Newsweek about Monica Lewinsky was the hope that injecting herself in the national spotlight might keep her alive. Linda Tripp was no nervous Nelly. She assessed her situation objectively on the basis of her years of service in top-secret army intelligence and commando units. She had been a covert agent. Tripp told this to a grand jury in 1998.

Linda Tripp: “I am afraid of this administration. I have what I consider to be well-founded fears of what they are capable of … I had reasons to believe that the Vince Foster tragedy was not depicted accurately under oath by members of the administration I knew based on personal knowledge, personal observations, that they were lying under oath. So it became very fearful to me that I had information even back then that was dangerous.”

She seemed to be speaking of riddles but what sent a chill down her spine was how those around Clinton reacted to the report of Jerry Parks’ murder, a “flurry of activity” in an atmosphere that was “ominous and frightening.”

The next victim was William Colby, who had been CIA director in the early 70s. He established his name as a reformer, a man of courage and principle, which made him stand out like a sore thumb in that organization. By 1996 he would be 76, but active and robust.

Colby apparently drowned while canoeing in Maryland one evening after calling his wife, who was out of town for her job, that he was going to do a bit of gardening, eat something, and go to bed. Authorities rushed to judgment and called his death an “accident.”

The autopsy looks it was written as fiction. The medical examiner came up with “heart attack.” Medical evidence for that there is none. The CIA was so unco-operative that they would not even answer the phone for three days when the medical examiner called to ask for Colby’s dental records. It was four days before the current director called Sally Shelton, Colby’s second wife, to offer his condolences on the death of the former director. He asked if there way anything he could do for her. She replied, “Yes, answer your phone.”

Zalin Grant, an investigative journalist, who knew Colby going back to Vietnam, did not believe that his death was an accident for one second and spent considerable time investigating the death. It took him seven years to find the key witness, the guy who found the canoe, which had been missing for nine days. It was filled with sand. It had been towed there to be found. Grant established that Colby had been murdered by a five-man hit squad. They kept the body long enough so that the cause of death could not be determined.

The CIA showed no curiosity as to whether any of the numerous enemies Colby may have made in his line of work had been involved in his death. The FBI went along whatever the medical examiner in Maryland said. The police investigation was once over lightly. The MSM just put out the party line that it was accident without a second thought.

But the MI5 in the UK did investigate the death and they determined that Clinton had killed Colby. They told this to contacts in the Express and they sent over a reporter Peter Birkett. He found in talking to policemen, as Grant did, that the death was as fishy, pardon the pun, as hell. Acquaintances who knew him said that Colby never went canoeing without wearing shoes. When the body was found, there were socks but no shoes. As one policeman asked, “How did his shoes come off? In the middle of a heart attack or stroke, he began untying his shoes after his canoe capsized?” But Birkett never got to talk to the key witness, who upon seeing the canoe with an over-abundance of sand in it relative to the prevailing currents, had decided it would be wise for him and his wife to disappear without a trace if they wanted to stay alive.

Here was the motive. Miguel Rodriguez was and remains the only human being who ever did a thorough and honest investigation of the Vince Foster murder. Once he was run out by Starr and following that, the MSM oligarchs prohibited their employees from publishing anything Rodriguez said or mentioning any evidence he may have shown them, the conspirators figured it was game over. The Soviets invented this device of turning someone into a non-person. It could not work today in the age of the Internet but Rodriguez had been born too soon.

But there remained one loose end that could still blow the lid off: William Colby. If he went to the press and talked, no one could ignore a man of his fame and stature.

The US had not entirely adopted the Soviet model of one party, one press, everyone publishing or broadcasting only information that served the interests of the party and its leaders. The Internet was in its infancy and there was no Fox News keeping faith with the people. Still, here and there were honest journalists and media trying to report real news. They were isolated and with limited access to the public and whatever they said was tarred by the MSM with the same brush, as the rantings of right-wing nutjobs.

One of the voices in the wilderness was an investment newsletter called Strategic Investment, with a hefty readership of 100,000. It was edited by James Dale Davidson, an American, and William Lord Rees-Mogg, former editor of the Times of London and vice-chairman of the BBC.

Their celebrity contributor was William Colby and he was literally the poster boy for the publication.

Davidson had been a friend of Clinton, frequented Little Rock, and contributed the maximum to his campaign in 1992. When Foster was murdered he delved deeply into the subject, far beyond the MSM propaganda, and since he had access to British publications, that included the sterling work of Evans-Pritchard.

Davidson came to see Clinton for what he was, a ruthless gangster, and he was determined to let his readers know without mincing words.

Christopher Ruddy: “In 1993, Davidson had an awakening about Clinton .. convinced … that Clinton was linked to organized crime, had subverted the US law enforcement agencies, and was a danger to America’s institutions and financial well-being.”

Colby never expressed an opinion publicly on the Foster death so there was no indication that he was ready to get involved in this issue one way or the other. But he did associate himself prominently with Strategic Investment.

Christopher Ruddy: “As an editor for Davidson’s newsletter, Colby never wrote about the Clintons. … He did, however, lend his name to Davidson’s enterprise. The newsletter’s reach was multiplied by the effect of the millions of direct-mail pieces Davidson’s organization sent to homes across the country seeking new subscribers.

“I was shocked by one such direct-mail booklet. The cover headlined the Clintons’ connection with murder and drugs. I opened the first page, and the first picture I saw was William Colby’s. Another headline blazed that Strategic Investment was ‘An Investor’s CIA.’ Colby was prominently displayed, as was his endorsement. This was brilliant marketing on behalf of Strategic, but when I saw it, I thought Colby was swimming in dangerous waters.

“This turned out to be literally true when he was found floating on the Wicomico River.”

“In the weeks after the death, I bumped into a former, very high intelligence official who served in the Reagan administration. He was quite agitated about Colby’s death. He believed that the Clinton White House must have gone ballistic when they saw Colby’s endorsement of Davidson’s newsletter. This former official had little doubt the hit was ordered at the highest levels.

“He … explained that Colby was at risk because he ‘gave the whole thing credibility.’”

There are actually a lot of possible suspects who wanted to get even with Colby, but the only one for whom he was a clear and present danger at that point in time was Clinton. If Colby had gone public with the Strategic Investment message, that would have brought Rodriguez into the public eye with the photo of the .22 bullet hole in the neck, suppressed by Starr, and also the witness who saw Foster’s body in the park no gun in hand before his car arrived. The conspirators took the attitude, better safe than sorry.

Colby was murdered April 27, 1996. The next and final murder in the series, that I know of, happened Aug 25, 1996. Don’t forget this was an election year.

Foster’s wife Lisa had remarried to a judge, James Moody on Jan. 1, 1996. His son Neal, 29, found in Vince Foster’s papers documents that he said “would change the course of history.” He wanted to publicize them and met on Aug. 25 with someone who had presented himself as a journalist. After they sat in his car for a time, the car suddenly took off and drove into a brick wall at high speed. Moody may have been dead even before the vehicle started moving. Neither the “journalist” nor the document were ever seen again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author
Dov Ivry is from the Maritimes in Canada, born in Nova Scotia, raised in New Brunswick. He worked as a journalist there for 20 years with a one-year stop at the Gazette in Montreal. He's been hanging out in Israel for 36 years, doing this and that, and managed to produce 66 books.
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