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LOVE IT.. FUCK YOU ADL scumbags. You are going down. Youve pointed the lying finger one too many times at good righteous people like Ed, and millions of others. You have made us one big gang, with one focus to destroy you and your anti-freedom, and american hating ways. You are nothing more the the Kosher-KGB operating at the moment with impunity. Not too much longer though. your time is running out.
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"Edgar J. Steele" <Steele@ConspiracyPenPal.com>
Subject: June 1, 2011 - Installment #1 : "Seeing Is Disbelieving"
(Preface by Cyndi Steele. June 1, 2011)

As hard as they may try, they are not going to silence Edgar J. Steele

Yes, our hopes for justice might have been crushed, temporarily, with the
tragedy of my husband’s, Edgar J. Steele, unjust conviction. For his
children and I it, has been devastating. In a time when the government
has proven itself corrupt, especially in targeting and attacking the
innocent who are outspoken, now it touts as a victory, silencing this
innocent man who stood up for Freedom of Speech in our once great nation;
a nation that is now known as “Amerika: the land of a captive people and
home to government cowards”.

While serious illnesses slowed him down for six months of 2010, the
government took him out of circulation for another year, he, and all of
those who helped and contributed to his defense, fought valiantly for his
freedom. Ed sadly chose to do it their way; staying quiet and letting the
attorneys work the case in the manner they insisted was best for his
acquittal. Well, we all have witnessed where that has gotten him….JAIL
and MORE JAIL.

Now, this time, Ed is going to be doing it his way! LOUD and as OUTSPOKEN
as he possible can be! Just as we have known him to be in his past
writings. So despite them keeping him behind cell walls, he is writing,
with hopes of having enough material for a book or two. Meanwhile, he has
asked that portions of his work be shared with everyone so that his voice
can start to be heard, again.

Below is Edgar J Steele’s first writing since his arrest last year on
June 11, 2010

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Seeing is Disbelieving
by Edgar J. Steele

There are things in life that defy belief. Seeing them often is enough to
set one on a path toward seeing unbelievable things at every turn. Seeing
is disbelieving? Hmm…

The Red Queen of Alice in Wonderland Fame remarked that she often
believed in impossible things; as many as six of them, all just before
lunch, too.

A great many more people now are willing to disbelieve in the inherent
justice of the American Justice System. They watched a jury in Boise
convict me of four Federal felonies.

Sigh. Where do I begin?

You Could Be Next

This story will take some time and require several installments. If you
have yet to hear anything about it, you will not believe it. You may not
believe it, anyway. I do, however. I am living it. All too easily, you
could be next.

I was convicted of hatching a plot to kill my wife, in which I allegedly
hired an oafish Idaho handyman as a hit man. Already, something may not
sound quite right to you.

A Case in Search of a Motive

Why did I want Cyndi, my wife of 25 years dead? I never have quite heard
a reason that makes sense. First, Cyndi was told by the FBI that the
motive was life insurance, but then they learned that both of us
cancelled our policies years ago. Then, the FBI told her that the motive
was my jealousy over her (fictitious) boyfriend. Cyndi quashed that by
demanding that the FBI produce photos they said they had; of course,
there were none.

Finally, the government settled upon a case I was investigating as
motive, because I had communicated with a great many young Ukrainian
women (with Cyndi’s consent and even, assistance) to determine if the
Russian Bride business really was a human trafficking scam. First, as
part of that case I briefly handled, then simply because I found the
subject fascinating and worthy of writing a book about it.

Two more novel motives were presented at trial: (1) I was after our car
“uninsured motorist” insurance, though I was a lawyer and would have
known full well that death by pipe bomb is not “accidental,” so that no
insurance ever could be paid. (2) divorce from Cyndi would be too
expensive. Yet, the prosecutor failed to tell the jury that I had signed
all my assets over to Cyndi. Cyndi was part of every aspect of my life,
even my communications overseas to determine how the bartered bride
business really worked, so I could write a book exposing the fraud to be
entitled “Love and Other Four Letter Words” (subtitled “The Invasion of
Planet Earth by Teenage Russian Mail-Order Brides from Cyberspace).

You see, I happen to love Cyndi. I know – that just isn’t fashionable in
this day of throw-away relationships, but it is true.

I often have written of how lucky I have been to have had her. About the
terrific kids we have. About how my family life serves to steady my
universe. All true, even now, as I write these words from a jail cell in
Northern Idaho while awaiting sentencing and endeavoring, as best I can,
to get a new trial.

My Love Story

Let me try, first, to tell you of my love for Cyndi. She is my mate, pal,
helper, lover, buddy, partner, mother of our kids… my first and last
wife…my best friend. The love of my life. She is so much better than I
deserve. I could go on.

There is a reason for this paen to my blushing bride, of course. To see
that the Emperor of my story has no clothes, you must first get, on a
visceral level, as do my closest friends, just how ludicrous it would be
for me to want my wife dead.

I recall the moment I first laid eyes on Cyndi and the spontaneous burst
of surprise and pleasure that crossed her face just before she cast her
eyes down and first smiled for me that impish little grin of hers that I
love so much. In less than two minutes, I was swept away, though I did my
manly best to seem inaffected. It was love at first sight and, 27 years
later, my heart still leaps up every time I catch sight of her again.

I could, and should, go on like this for a long time, but please know
that I still see Cyndi as my one and only soulmate. There is much, much
more to this story, though, and I have to give you at least an overview
in this first installment.

My Way

At my lawyers request, I have kept silent (though, not silent enough)
about my case. I have made no public statements until today and have yet
to speak with anybody from any media outlet. I bit my tongue during my
recent trial and, against my better judgment, agreed not to take the
stand to testify in my own behalf. Fat lot of good all that has done me!

No more. I did it my lawyer’s way and now, at age 65, I am facing a
mandatory minimum sentence of 30 years, with 70 years a very real
possibility. Obviously¸ any sentence over 10 years is redundant to my
life expectancy, especially in view of the medical problems I have seen
in recent years (yet another lengthy, though relevant, story for another
day).

Now we are going to do it my way, which likely will involve a good deal
of sound and fury.

All My Trials

First up: Motion for a New Trial which my Federal judge will reject in
summary fashion. I will have to rely on an appeal to get that new trial.
It should be a laydown appeal, though, because this judge repeatedly
committed reversible error (more than one story for other days).

We wrecked a sizable legal defense fund (the thanks for which will take
more future stories than you will want to read) during the first trial,
so I very possibly will have to represent myself at retrial. Spare me the
jokes – all lawyers are fools (else¸ we wouldn’t even be lawyers, of
course).

Lessee now, where were we? Oh, yes. What really happened? Here’s the
executive summary:

The Idahun Hit Man

Larry the Idahun handyman/builder/junk hauler whose cousin’s name is
Daryl, I swear (though I do not yet know if the cousin has one or more
brothers also named Daryl), worked off and on for us for years. Larry
knew we had hidey-holes here and there on the property, because he built
some of them for us. Larry stumbled across one of three silver stashes in
an outbuilding and then he searched and found two others. All told, Larry
stole $45,000 in silver bullion from us at the then price of $18 per
ounce.

Knowing I/we would discover the theft, Larry apparently decided that I/we
had to go, so he set out to kill me/us with car pipe bombs. Like Wiley
Coyote, Larry must shop at Acme, because neither of the two bombs that he
then placed on the two cars I drive (one of which Cyndi drove about half
the time) went off.

Larry says he removed the bomb attached to one car and then believed the
other “fell off” when his cousin Daryl failed to see it after being told
to look.

There is an alternate theory that explains the car pipebomb as having
been emplaced after I was arrested, but the foregoing seems the most
likely scenario.

It is undisputed that Larry sold silver on three different occasions
(remember, he stole three of our hidden stashes) – he produced receipts
for those sales (totaling just a few thousand dollars) during his
testimony at my trial. Larry claimed I gave the silver to him as part of
my $10,000 payment to him for killing my precious Cyndi. Larry did
actually admit that I didn’t give the silver to him (he took it from one
of the three hidey-holes, he said).

Making a Federal Case Out of It

Why did Larry then go to the FBI and fess up to his part in this sordid
affair? In exchange for full immunity, of course. He still had to get me
out of the way before I discovered his theft. I was beginning to mend
from the four surgeries I had had in six months and I was starting to get
out of the house.

Larry and I had been talking a lot during those six months, because he
was helping us out with many things, including feeding our horses twice a
day whenever Cyndi was out of town tending to her very ill mother who
lives alone. I explained my difficulties with the ADL, the Russian Mafia,
the FBI and others. All he needed to do was make one phone call in order
to be conscripted into helping get me out of the way, which is just what
he wanted.

Just a Coincidence

The ADL’s internet site hit piece on me was quoted in the very first
court filing – coincidence? The FBI is alleged by us conspiracy theorists
to be in bed with, if not controlled by, the ADL. More coincidence? Why
did Larry go to the FBI rather than the local Sheriff or state
authorities, like most of us would do? Yet still more coincidence? Larry
said that he travelled nine hours to Oregon to ensure the bomb fell off
the car that Cyndi then was driving, but he couldn’t be bothered to take
the time to look for himself. Really? Of course, it is just coincidence
that this interstate trip is the only thing that gave jurisdiction to the
FBI…isn’t it? Do you still believe in coincidence? I don’t.

Ok, you may be saying – What’s the big deal? My word against the
Idahun’s, so I should be exonerated without a fight. That would be true
if not for those pesky audio recordings that Larry and the FBI claim
memorialize my hiring Larry the Idahun hit man. But let’s save that story
for the next installment in this epic affair, “Sex, Lies and Audiotapes.”

There is so much more to come in this story: Russian Mafia intrigue,
teenage beauty queens, official (and unofficial) corruption, mail-order
brides, Hannibal Edgar, the Tao of Ed, private jets, Tahiti…..and more,
believe it or not. Remember, seeing is disbelieving.

With a little help from my friends and my lovely Cyndi, who resolutely
has stood by me throughout this ordeal, I will get this and future
installments out to my list and posted on my website , as well as others.
Bear with us, please.

I was finally seeing some of the mail sent to me in recent months.
However, I’m once again being moved and at this moment, no one knows
where. So please visit www.free-edgar-steele.com [http://www.free-edgar-steele.com/]
for updates on where to send mail

-ed

Copyright ©2010, Edgar J. Steele

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