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This was allegedly confirmed as true psychiatry/FBI story, Marty…

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Dearest Marty, my wonderful husband and soul mate. I am thinking of you a lot.

One thought crosses my mind often: if not the entire world (and very much so the USA) wouldn’t hang on a secret rotten German string, we would be happily reunited already decades ago. Actually, we wouldn’t ever been ripped apart.

Below is a story that was allegedly confirmed as true and by  FBI Special Agent Wayne A. Barnes. The IQ of the FBI agent (in charge of the entire operation!) making the call to the pizza delivery guy is shockingly low. Shouldn’t he had predicted the reaction by the delivery man? Shouldn’t he had used other words to get his order? Do they use particularly unintelligent FBI agents to investigate psychiatric fraud so that psychiatrists are getting away with their crimes, or how should I understand this? How low of an IQ may a FBI agent have to be hired? 

Also, the in charge of the entire operation instead of a junior official makes the call for food! Had nothing better to do? How about using each working minute supervising the operation instead?

Here is the story:


FBI agents conducted a “search and seizure” at the Southwood Psychiatric Hospital in San Diego, which was under investigation for medical insurance fraud. After hours of poring over many rooms of financial records, some sixty FBI agents worked up quite an appetite. The case agent in charge of the investigation called a local pizza parlor with delivery service to order a quick dinner for his colleagues. 

The following telephone conversation took place:
Agent: Hello. I would like to order nineteen large pizzas and sixty-seven cans of soda.

Pizza man: And where would you like them delivered?

Agent: To the Southwood Psychiatric Hospital.

Pizza man: To the psychiatric hospital?

Agent: That’s right. I’m an FBI agent.

Pizza man: You’re an FBI agent?

Agent: That’s correct. Just about everybody here is.

Pizza man: And you’re at the psychiatric hospital?

Agent: That’s correct. And make sure you don’t go through the front doors. We have them locked. You’ll have to go around to the back to the service entrance to deliver the pizzas.

Pizza man: And you say you’re all FBI agents?

Agent: That’s right. How soon can you have them here?

Pizza man: And you’re over at Southwood?

Agent: That’s right. How soon can you have them here?

Pizza man: And everyone at Southwood is an FBI agent?

Agent: That’s right. We’ve been here all day and we’re starving.

Pizza man: How are you going to pay for this?

Agent: I have my check book right here.

Pizza man: And you are all FBI agents?

Agent: That’s right, everyone here is an FBI agent. Can you remember to bring the pizzas and sodas to the service entrance in the rear? We have the front doors locked.

Pizza man: I don’t think so.

I learned that the FBI agents had to leave the “prison of abuse, terror, torture, and murder” (my definition of psychiatric hospitals) to get their pizzas. Also, is it really smart by FBI agents to order pizza from a delivery man, considering what an FBI-hating person could do to the pizza when nobody is looking? And soda… These guys have no IQ for healthy food at all.  

I love you, my Prince. Many tender and passionate kisses. 

I never let go of the feeling loving you, Marty. Nothing feels better and more right. Yes, you are very handsome but your personality conquered me. Your inside is so beautiful. I am so glad you showed it to me. You are so special. Nobody is like you. Absolutely nobody.
Crushes fade as fast as they come, but we have something so different. The test of true love might be that “love” doesn’t disappear when two are not being able to be together.

You and me don’t want to live without true love. Not that we need love or anybody but the exciting feeling to find the soul mate and the person who inspires one. And because we do not NEED anybody makes it even more special that we WANT each other.

The world disappointed me greatly, Marty, but you did not. I know you. You are my soul mate. You have feelings like I have. And our feelings put together is a union that has wings.


Yours forever,


 Saturday night I was downtown/workin’ for the FBI.

That song has great rhythm…  


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  1. It’s not all failure what the FBI is doing. They rescued 170 kids in sex trafficking and arrested pimps.


    June 24, 2014 at 6:45 am

    • They sure failed Marty and I. Guess according to these hypocrites, we are children of a “lesser God”.

      Barbara Schwarz

      June 24, 2014 at 7:57 am

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