The Artist General's Letter to Stew Peters
Dear Stew Peters,
Thank you, Stew Peters. Thank you for being a champion for the children. I was a victim of the Department of Child and Family Services (DCFS) child confiscation program and my court-documented childhood was much like your reporting of child protective services. It’s almost as if the tactics were being developed in the 1970’s and 80’s and then began to be fully weaponized during the Obama Administration, which shouldn’t be surprising, because I was born at and grew up in Obama’s Southside neighbored during the 1980’s.
I remember Chicago PD taking us from the Southside to what I presume was a CIA black operations site on the westside of Chicago by the old United Center. I remember waiting outside in the cold forever and having to pee. I remember going inside and out, up and down stairs. The operations site was completely upstairs, which looked like a movie police precinct without any identify numbers, names or symbols. There were no Chicago PD logos, but there were computers and maps on the walls like small operations sites. We called it an operation center in the Marine Corps, but usually we had a description before it like landing force operation center or LFOC. I don’t know what it was, because I was like six or seven. It’s so difficult to filter through the noise, but I remember it being cold, and I remember I was there for hours upon hours. I remember getting interrogated over and over again and coached over and over again until I was trained to reply how they told me to reply.
Then I remember being in a room, which seemed to look like an apartment, but it felt more like a long term hospital or hotel room. I remember sitting in front of the television and staring for hours or maybe even days. I do not remember eating. I do not remember sleeping. I do not remember going to the bathroom. All I remember was staring at the television. During my childhood, I thought I may have been abducted by aliens, but now I know I was being studied and or trained. I never really thought of that weekend or week, but I remember sitting there for days and sometimes I was just staring at static.
Then I remember being in a room with a piano, a grand piano, and I don’t think it was any of the group homes. I don’t remember them having an enormous grand with a kitten playing beneath the piano. Well, I was a child, so I crawled under the piano and I crawled into a tack field on my hands and knees. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I stapled tacks to my hands, my arms, my knees, and my shins. You think I would have learned to never chase kittens.
I don’t remember the truth, but I know I was terrorized into NOT telling the truth by watching a child sacrifice and being told to shhhh or The People would come and eat me like the baby. I don’t remember what they did. I don’t remember what they said. I just remember darkness, robes, and a blinding bright light, so my eyes couldn’t adjust to the pure black and pure light juxtaposition. I remember their hand gestures, which are now seen everywhere in America. But I don't remember, but I remember lying, because they threatened me. I try to take my memory out of the scenario, and go off my father’s word and court documents and what we know about similar cases. My father was an alcoholic, and I think DCFS preyed off my mother and father’s disabilities, and I think we were abused in the transfer process, and they messed with me bad. You drop off a kid on a Friday, and they’re there until at least Monday. But I know where I was and when I was there, so I have names, dates, and locations.
Then I remember going to the hospital about my sexual trauma, and they made me ward of the state. My mother disappeared into the darkness, and my father tried to fight the darkness, but they drugged him like Ye back in 1989 and 1990. They fried my father’s brain for good. Now I don't know if these psychopaths sent photos to my family to keep them from fighting back or what, but I have pool party pics, which didn’t make sense until I heard the Podesta shower tape. I didn’t believe my father until I heard what Podesta made the girl call him father, and then I understood what happened clearly.
I was a good kid. They terrified me to the point I was literally the perfect kid, but I was not me. I didn’t do all the normal kid stuff, because I thought The People were going to eat me. Most traumatized kids misbehaved. I didn’t become rebellious until college when the Marxists indoctrinated the devil into me. I was such a good kid, but the Freudian psychologists made everything I did sexual, so they could give me more therapy, which I knew as a child was programing, so I ignored my therapists and did my own thing in therapy. I made art. What do I do now? Make Art. Why do you think I became the Artist General of The Artistic Lifestyle Revolution?
I am not saying anyone in the 1980’s Chicago pedo-ring used CIA black sites to engage in satanic rituals, rape, and sacrifice with me, but I am saying my DCFS documents say everything they claim from the pizza gate Wikileaks and Anthony Weiner’s laptop and hearing Rumpelstilskin screeching Podesta gave me flashbacks. It’s a tactic predators use, so the victims blame their fathers. The fathers deny it, the perpetrators get away, and then the children enter DCFS like I did. Like I said, I’m not saying the Podesta- Obama- Clinton pedo ring had anything to do with my childhood except I was where they were when they were there.
If you have questions, I will do my best to answer, but my memory has been slicked, so many times, I can only help victims. I cannot help get justice. Unless, unless we have people willing to look up the doctors, psychiatrists, and psychologists; however, I want you and Alex Jones to know in the event whistleblowers have information. Let me know if you’re interested in going after the Chicago pedo ring or need my expertise hunting these sick, sick people. I can read maps to catch maps. Your fight against CPS has inspired me to start looking, but I lived in Obama’s neighborhood in Chicago during the 1980’s. Everything from the ritual to rape to sacrifice is in my files. I call it fact-check Bird Box, because we can literally fact-check me by looking at the boxes of court records. Anyway, thanks again, Stew.
Godspeed, Matthew Joseph “Doctor Brdman” Brdecka Artist General The Artistic Lifestyle drbrdman@theartisticlifestyle.com www.TheArtisticLifestyle.com