Trumad ...
I posted this on another thread, trying to get jamboi's attention, also sent him an email, but I don't know whether he got it.
There's not much visible on Curtis' website other than the page you saw ... and a link to his software, which is still there to download.
BUT ... I went to google and did a "site search" to get all the pages indexed on his site. The funny thing is that ALL the indexed pages default back to that main page you referred to. Essentially the site has been scrubbed ... but google still has the original pages in their cache.
Here's a link to my post from this morning, so you can check it out. I even included some very bizarre excerpts from the site.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=printer_friendly&forum=132&topic_id=1412224&mesg_id=1412482And if you want to check it out for yourself, go to google and enter "site:justaflyonthewall.com" in the search box ... no quotes, of course.
IT'S IMPORTANT to remember to click on the "Cached" link at the bottom of each entry for the site to see the original pages, otherwise you'll just get that long page that you've already seen.
It looks like excerpts from or acratch pages for chapters from his novel. In my original post, linked above, I included two of the more bizarre ones.
This guy's story seems to check out, but there's enough very strange stuff here so that I'm really curious to see what develops.
I HOPE jamboi and Madsen dig a little deeper into that website and talk to Curtis about it.
.rog.
Ah, what the heck ... I'll include the two excerpts here, just to whet your appetite. Then I'm not posting on this any more. Twice is enough.
Thanks.
.rog. (Not a newbie, despite the low post count.)
Emily Is Dead
Since the coincidences began, I always carry a 32 automatic. I took it out and snapped in a round. The larger guns are kept inside but even if someone had gained entrance they are each protected with individual combination locks. I wasn’t immediately worried about the rifles being compromised since I was standing in an open clearing in the middle of the woods. Blocked on all sides from the view of anyone else. If someone had planned on shooting me with a rifle, they would have surely already done so.
My concern was for the dogs. Since Champ was external and Emily could be anywhere, I went to his yard first. I found him laying in one of his many sleeping holes taking a nap. When I called him he immediately looked up. He seemed groggy as he climbed to his feet, but he still immediately came over as if to say " I’m thrilled to see you, what would you like to do". I gave Champ an ear scratch and went inside. Maybe everyone was just sleepy today.
When I opened the door I found Emily. Emily was lying in her bed next to my chair. Her front legs dangling over the edge. Her head was partially out of the bed and a pinkish colored foam surrounded her mouth. Drops were also on the floor between her doggy door and her bed. Even from across the room it was clear me that my angel was dead.
116Here's another one:
They Know About The Book
I submitted to slightly less than 150 agents out of the literally thousands, when on July 5th I received the following e-mail.
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From: john smith <?????????11111111111@yahoo.com >
To: MyAddress@juno.com
Subject: They know about the book!!!!
Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2004 08:53:07 -0700 (PDT)
They know about the book. You should not have sent it to a bush supporter. They are going crazy...like they weren't after you already.
So I get to warn you AGAIN. They will do everything they can to keep it from getting published. They are also going to try to take you out again. Don't be alone. They specifically want to limit casualties to just you. As long as they can't catch you alone they won't touch you. You are such a loser.........
Moi
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Even more disturbing was the fact that this e-mail was received so close to the one-year anniversary of the mysterious death of Ray Lenke. He was the investigator that had been secretly working with me to expose the corruption that had taken over our government.
Now my genetic makeup in regards to death threats have always been tempered by large part of ignorance mixed with a good measure of arrogance. As silly as it seems, I have always felt that they just couldn’t get to me. I was on a noble mission. By providing the truthful information to the public. I could help prevent the disastrous results that this country will most surely face if Bush or any of Bush’s group remain in power. I could save lives of America’s children, who would be sent into various meat-grinders around the world in an effort to steal those Countries oil reserves.
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