The Last Five Years

This was the Publisher’s Column for the last Thunder Riders Magazine. It details what went down after my “accident. The story does not stop here. There have been new attacks. Like receiving over $1 million dllars in hot checks, losing my home in Bingham to an evil woman and more to be tolad at a ater date. This will make you understand why the Free American went down despite all my efforts to restore it, I failed to get ANY support for the “Patriot Community.

For twelve years in the Free American I strived to maintain an information flow to my readers and subscribers that was accurate and reliable. I understand why our founding fathers fought so hard to form and build a homeland that crafted and assured freedom and liberty for this country’s people. They warned us then of the dangers and pitfalls of global empires.

When invaded by foreign powers (England wasn’t the only country trying to lay claim to the land carved out of the wilderness by their ancestors!) They fought long and hard to assure your freedom and prosperity. When I witnessed the government’s actions becoming even more ruthless and tyrannical at Waco than what we witnessed at Kent State during the Vietnam War, and the media’s lack of balanced coverage, I realized I would be able to do more for freedom by becoming the media. I did it for over ten years, through the bookstores and newsstands across America with the Free American and on shortwave radio, at that time the only broadcasting medium that would allow a modicum of the truth on the air.

I featured people like Randy Weaver, Col. Bo Gritz, the surviving Branch

Davidians and numerous writers and authors who covered political and historical events that went far beyond the controlled mainstream writer and commentators.

Because of the accuracy of my articles and interviews, and the fact that the Free American was on the newsstands at Borders and Barnes & Noble and was carried across our country by truckers, bikers and patriots, I knew I was making an impact when foreign spy organizations like the (ADL) Anti Defamation League and (SPLC) Southern Poverty Law Center kept naming me in their hate propaganda. Appearing in their publications, “Armed and Dangerous”, “False Patriots” and “Guide to Right Wing Extremist” put out to every police station in New Mexico using the FBI to do their slander. This publication highlighting “Clay Douglas, The Free American” was recalled by Governor Gary Johnson, a frequent guest on my show, after I brought its existence to his attention.

These organizations with their loyalty to a foreign government tried to use the charge of Racism against me. While I did discuss the Jews in the same manner they targeted Muslims, I am no racist. Just because I am white and a Texan, is no reason to lump me into the same category as George Bush, who claims to be a Christian but whose ancestors fought with George Washington and are listed in the Jewish Guide For Soldiers and Sailors of 1946. A Marano Jew they call themselves.

JewishEncyclopedia.com – MARANO – Crypto-Jews of the Iberian Peninsula. Like Rockefeller, Vice President Cheney, Eisenhower, Roosevelt

and countless movie stars and moguls.

These tactics by the ADL were used on my advertisers and the shops

who sold my magazine. I am sure they were active at Barnes & Noble as well. My readers were continually complaining to the managers that the magazine was being hid. A couple of years ago, I moved my headquarters to Phoenix to start another type of magazine for the hardcore Harley riders in Arizona. There were two reasons for that move. One was financial because the motorcycle industry and interest in biker related reality TV was soaring and they are willing to advertise to reach this new segment of society. I figured if I kept the Free American separate, I would be able to get more advertising.

The other reason is I helped create that mystique. I have rode and partied with bikers since I got out of the Army. From coast to coast, I rubbed elbows with the legends that Hollywood has tried to emulate. Sonny Barger, Don (Mother) Chambers, Angels, Outlaws and Banditos have been my friends for years. These people are the most freedom loving people I have ever met, including my years in the “Patriot Movement”. Thunder Riders covered all of the events I had been riding to and as been distributed free to all motorcycle riders across the state of Arizona..

It was not only club members that I rode with. I have ridden with Senator

Ben Nighthorse Campbell and Senator Trent Franks of Arizona. Arizona is rapidly becoming the motorcycle capitol of the US, it is also building a national awareness of illegal immigration and its debilitating effect, thanks to the efforts of my friend and regular guest, Chris Simcox, publisher of the Tombstone Tumbleweed. His “Minuteman Project” brought the mass invasion of America to the Television sets across America. Like me, Chris found himself targeted by the media and the administration as a Vigilante as I was when I helped form the Militias in America.

Despite the intense opposition, the Free American, supported by my mail order products and my website did well. Thunder Riders became the “premier motorcycle magazine in Arizona according to New Times. I was publishing both monthly. Then it almost ended, for me, my magazines, my broadcasting career, and my life. I had just published what really happened at the World Trade Center, why the buildings fell and who was responsible. I had also just come out with my Video, “The True Face of FEMA” also, featuring a high up Homeland Security staffer, Col. John Brinkerhoff, telling Law Enforcement about the coming 40 year war and revealing which foreign country was controlling the new Homeland Security Department just as you will learn in this issue how a foreign country is controlling our Ports.

I made the mistake of calling home to ask my son where he needed me to go next and get directions. Never dreaming that I could have enough interest for someone to tap my phone and lay in wait.

Some of you bikers know what happened to me. Some of my Free American fans believed this was an attempted hit. On May 20th 2004, I was hit by an old black woman. I never saw her coming and could take no evasive action. I was hit with enough force to roll my Harley Davidson Road King over me three times. My head was smashed against a curb. As far as I know she was never prosecuted, had no insurance, was driving a borrowed car, had no permanent address and my attorney’s, Jewish, only sued my own insurance company.

The A Team from Firehouse #12 told the witnesses I would never make it, that no one injured as badly as I was, could possibly survive. They were wrong. But that didn’t keep whoever was behind this attempt from continuing to try.

The drivers told the Doctors at the emergency room that I had fought them all the way. I didn’t want to get on the stretcher and I didn’t want to get into the ambulance. I therefore reasonably assume I was conscious, until I got to the hospitals.

Then I was unconscious, or kept that way purposely, by a long list of drugs I was given for three months in three hospitals. My sons kept Thunder Riders running with the support of the motorcycle community here but they had neither

the experience nor support for the Free American to maintain it. It went down but my critics and enemies were not satisfied.

In the fourth month, I had been taken off all the debilitating drugs, like Haldol, Halcyon and morphine. Two men in blue pinstriped suits, sans neckties, approached me in my fourth hospital, St. Joseph. The two men knew my name and

asked me if I had been hallucinating. Even off the drugs, I had been experiencing

vivid dreams of the building I was in being on fire. I could see smoke rolling across the floor. I had mentioned this to no one. So how did these strangers know? “A little,” I answered. “Why? And who are you?”

“You can thank us for that. We are CIA. We don’t like you publishing Thunder Riders.”

I was stunned. I had been threatened by the CIA before, back in Miami when I published the story of George Bush Sr. use of the CIA and Special Forces to fly Cocaine from Columbia into Noriega in Panama under Operation Watchtower

but I had published nothing of a political or sensitive nature in Thunder Riders, ever.

“Are you nuts?” I asked. “Thunder Riders is my motorcycle magazine. The Free American is the one I expose you spook types in!” They had to know that the Free American had not been out for over four months.

“You have a large audience and you paint a rosy picture of motorcycle Riding. We don’t like that.” They spoke matter-of-factly and without emotion. The anger started to overcome me. This is the one residual effect of the accident or the drugs. I won’t take drugs for it. It is why I take Bandit everywhere with me and it is why he really is a “Service Animal”.With him on my chest, I won’t “go off” on anyone.

The anger started to boil up in my eyes and my voice. I didn’t believe they were CIA. At that point in time, I had no idea that the accident might have been contrived, or how it had been set up. Nor did I know just how upset the government was with me. “Does the term, tough shit mean anything to you? Now, get out of my hospital!”

As they were leaving, I couldn’t resist one last jab. “By the way boys, thanks for the high! But it wasn’t nearly as good as the acid you brought here in the ixties.

A week later there was another attempt on my life. A strange woman showed up a few days after the CIA guys, holding a needle on a large syringe containing a purple liquid.

“I have to give you an injection, Mr. Douglas.” she said.

What is that?” I asked.

“It is a tranquilizer.”

“I don’t feel like being tranquil tonight. I think I will pass.

“You can’t. You have to take this shot.”

“No I don’t. I have the right to refuse medication. I don’t know what that stuff is, I don’t know you and my doctor never prescribed that.”

She became quite aggitated. “You have to. You have to. I am going to go get security and they will hold you down so I can give it to you!”

“Well, you go get them.”

And she did. She returned with four young, strapping men in security uniforms. Maybe she really was a nurse and maybe the doctor had told them to try to keep me calm but I had had my fill of their drugs and I refused again, pulling the best bluff of my life.

“Boys, I have nothing against you but there are some things you need to know.. I am not taking that shot and when I was in Special Forces, they didn’t teach me how to not hurt anyone.” I then walked up to each one of them and looked them in their eyes without blinking. “You, I will take your throat out. You, I will break your arms, You, I’ll break your legs, and you, I will smash your kneecaps. You will never walk again after today, You ready to dance, boys? Come on!”

Fortunately they were not aware of the fact I hadn’t eaten in four months. The bluff worked.

They tried one more time but that time I called the cops on them. Suddenly the hospital decided I was well enough to go home. But home wasn’t home any longer.

Whether it was the trauma of seeing the heretofore indestructible Clay Douglas so near death’s door, or the negative view of the doctors and the hospitals who would have liked to keep me institutionalized forever, or some other factor

of which I was not aware, shortly after I got out of the hospital, my family abandoned me.

My wife chose to be with her ill sister in Tennessee.

My anger at what I felt to be abandonment led to a separation that she wanted. What had been one seamless life was now irreversibly broken. The divorce came a few months later. Alone in Arizona, weakened with the loss

of one hundred pounds, shaken by the loss of my wife of twenty four years and without the help of my brilliant young sons, I managed to negotiate a deal with American Free Press to fulfill all of my Free American subscriptions with their paper. I was given a title of Outreach Director and did several expos for them. They did not live up to all of the deal and failed to supply the advertising they had agreed to and soon canceled the radio shows and the network that I was in the process of setting up for them. “We publish newspapers. We don’t do radio!” Without radio, I could not reach anymore people for them than they could reach with their paper so I quit. American Voice Radio stepped up to the plate and gave me a show in the mornings at 7:00 AM Pacific Time. I stayed with them for a

time but eventually went back to Truth Radio. The Free American Hour is now

back on the air over the internet at 7:00 AM weekday mornings at http://blogtalkradio.com.

Thunder Riders was, according to New Times, the premier motorcycle magazine in Arizona. Alone for the first time in 24 years, short of funds and help, I

had to cut back to one issue every two months.

The people that helped me right after I got out of the hospital did all right for a while but quickly degenerated after they began taking some of my advertisers over to another magazine they soon went to work for. A whisper campaign began

and the strain of doing all the jobs entailed in publishing a magazine caught up to me. My salesman and “friend” Big Pete, was calling my wife to tell her of all the women I was seeing, when he wasn’t switching my advertisers over to Thunder Roads.

With the exception of my bookkeeper, Linda, my attempts to get help were stymied by a relentless , ruthless, invisible force. This is not a plea for sympathy or a desperate cry for help. I think it is important that you all know what I faced in the past and will face in the future. If I am to stay alive and keep working I had to decide which lifestyle and which path to follow. I have made that choice and you hold it now in your hands. I chose the avenue I thought was most important, not just to me but to everyone you care about in America.. What has happened

to me is happening every day to people around this country and the world. The President has told you we are at war, a war that is unlike any before it. People get hurt in wars. I just don’t believe we are being told the truth about who are are supposed to be a war with. After World War II, Gen. George Patton made the casual statement, “We fought on the wrong side!” He was killed a short time later.

An old friend called me from Douglas, AZ with an offer of help. He had just bought a ranch on the border and had backed an operation called Ranch Rescue. In his attempts to help fellow ranchers, he had been accused of pistol whipping

two illegal aliens he had caught on the ranch in Texas. That charge was dropped after a hung jury in Jim Hogg County. Casey Nethercott had been on my show several times. He wanted to help with the magazine and to build a radio station.

Over the phone he asked if I could help.

“I could Casey but it is expensive to do a magazine and even more to start a radio station.”

“Clay, I have a million and a half in one account. Money is no problem. Come on down and do an interview with me.”

“Buy me breakfast, Casey. I’ll be there in the morning.”

He tried and I arrived before 9:00 AM the next morning, but I couldn’t see him. He was being guarded by a dozen Border Patrol agents. Local reporters filled me in with the government’s version. They said when Casey and his friend, Tiny, were coming out of Safeway with the ingredient s of my breakfast, they were accosted by a man with a gun. According to police, the bodyguard shot the man, with the FBI, and then Casey and his friends were cut down by a band of other gunmen who claimed to be FBI agents.

Casey and Tiny lived. The cameras on the Safeway parking lot showed they had no gun, had not shot at anyone. They were shot in cold blood by over anxious agents. Shortly after, Morris Dees from SPLC got involved, forcing the Sheriff in Jim Hogg County to refile the charges against Casey for “pistol whipping” the two

illegals. When Casey returned to Texas to stand trial, Morris Dees came to Arizona and sued Casey. Since Casey couldn’t be here to defend himself, Morris won and delivered Casey’s 70 acre ranch to the two illegals, who lied about Casey in court in Texas. This time the jury bought into the story and gave Casey four years in a

Texas Prison while Morris stole his ranch. The story made 60 minutes… all but the part about Casey and Tiny being shot a few hours before we got to meet.

Everyone now knows that Bush turned the NSA loose on the American people, but you may be surprised to read the story following this, about who was, and is, doing the actual tapping of our phones. Can you say Israel?

With what happened to Casey, I knew that my call home had been intercepted and why I am considered such a danger to the ruling class.

We are in a war for the heart and minds of the American people!

Desperate for help, I worked out a deal but gave up the majority of ownership of and control Thunder Riders to a publicly traded company

in the motorcycle business, MBA Holdings, in return for funding and a staff, but the CEO backed out when every one of his stockholders were subjected to an organized, coordinated smear campaign straight out of the ADL handbook.

The signed, broken contract still sits in my briefcase.

I made arrangements to borrow money on my property in NM to finance a gas station, convenience store and KOA style park shown on the previous page, as well as providing enough money to hire professionals to help me with Thunder Riders. The lending companies first agreed to do the deal but then started waffling.

Seems my credit had a blemish on it from the IRS: An old lien.

I called the IRS and found out that the lien had been taken off over five years earlier. They sent me documentation which I forwarded to the mortgage company.

Then other problems surfaced. One told me they could only loan money on residential property. I told them that I had lived there for ten years, it was rural but definitely a residence. “Oh no, it has a coke box and a sign in front of it. It is commercial property.”

It did no good to explain to them that the reason I had a coke box out front is that my refrigerator would not hold enough cokes to last us for a month and the nearest store was 30 miles away.

By that time I called a nearby bank in New Mexico, I learned they could not loan me money because my credit score had gone down, not up, once I got the IRS liens cleared. Why? Because fifty firms that I never contacted or heard of, had

pulled a credit-check on me. That number grew by ten in one week though I talked with no one and refused to give out any information to solicitors. Someone had obtained my SS number and was putting in applications with everyone they could contact. Who is capable of this? Evidently there is no way of countering such a tactic.

It also happened to my friend John DeCamp, attorney and former Congressman who will be speaking with me at the Next Conspiracy Con.

A friend from Texas wanted to help and sent money to me via Western Union. She sent it but when I went down to get it, I was told they didn’t have it. A few quick phone calls cleared up the matter. She was asked by Western Union, “Do you know Clay Douglas?”

“Yes, for thirty years. Why?”

“We had to put a hold on the funds until we could confirm that with you. He is on a government “Watch List”

I always suspected that. It is why I refuse to fly anymore. Not pulling my boots off for a bunch of overzealous foreigners.

One other attempt to send money via Wal-Mart was put on hold when the funds were frozen. Just at the time I had said I was going to get them, someone called in a bomb threat to Wal-Mart in Dallas, where my friend had gone to wire

the money. Gee, tough luck Clay! “It is statistcally impossible for a man to have this kind of bad luck!” my friend told me.

I decided I (and all of us!) had been living in a dream world for the last three years, trying to fit back into the carefree lifestyle we all enjoy so much. Without my wife, I spent too much time trying to put a relationship back together. For a

time there, I turned my back on the Patriot Movement, quit talking about the Illuminati, the politics, world events the involvement of the Jews/Zionists from the days of Christ to the days when the Bank of England run by the Rothschilds, ruled the world. To modern times when we fought two world wars to give them Palestine, all sides of those conflict financed by the bankers, including the Bushes. Aryans killing Aryans, Christian killing Christian, to form a one world government

eventually run from Jerusalem. But until the Temple is rebuilt, Rockefeller will let them use his land in New York.

With all of the pressure and all of the negatives, to try and force me out of business, I considered myself pretty lucky still to be alive. I am a little better off than Randy Weaver, Gordon Kahl, the Branch Davidians, Vince Foster and Ernst Zundel, who sitting in a German Prison for the “crime of denying the Holocaust. Everything I and my writers predicted 6 years ago, is happening right now. I have been consistently 3 to 4 years ahead of the main steam. But here, without the support of my Free American listeners and readers and without my family, the people that I hired turned out to be either incompetent or cons.

The last straw for me was the way things went down this year. First I lost Pappy, my oldest and closest friend and the last of the Dirty Dozen. He moved

to Illinois to try and put his relationship back together with his wife, Beth.

Then I was 86ed from Hardtailz and the Blooze. Both clubs had gotten free advertising when they fell on hard times. Both kicked me out over my insistence of bringing Bandit to the clubs. With his card, he eats at P.F. Changs, Outback and even Denny’s, but the manager of Hardtailz refused to let me go to the bathroom

with Bandit strapped to my chest. Out one day, I ran into a friend, John Stapleton, who told me he got busted for disorderly conduct. He hired the Law Tigers to represent him. The lawyer they gave him didn’t show up the day of the trial. John had to plead guilty and got a $650 fine. When I called Warren Levenbaum to talk with him about advertising, I asked him what had happened. I was told that if

I mentioned his name or firm in my magazine he would sue me. His son Ari, did the same with John, threatening him with a lawsuit if I wrote about the incident. In twenty five years of publishing and writing I have never been sued for slander or libel. I told Warren that a case about disorderly conduct wasn’t worth writing about, but now that the head of such a large law firm had threatened me, now it was front page news. After being deluged with phone calls about John’s situation, Warren paid part of the fine for him. I am eagerly waiting for him to sue me for telling the truth. That makes Warren about the third Jewish lawyer to refuse to advertise with me. Go Figger. Ron Brown of BAM was the first to break his one year advertising contract after he saw a copy of the Free American.

These are some of the reasons I decided to move back to New Mexico and put the Free American back out.

This is the first of the changes of Thunder Riders, first by combining it with the Free American and going back to doing what I have been doing for so long and so well. All of my Free American readers have always known that I was a biker. Now all of you bikers will know the truth about who I am and why I published the

Free American. It is what I have done and you will know, if you read this whole magazine from start to finish, why I do it.

Mark Bradshaw, owner of the Hideaway told me he didn’t want the Free American in his bar because it was a “racist” magazine. I could have kept the two separate, and concealed the fact that I published both. But you too have been living

in a dream world, separated from reality by your television and your newspapers. The fact is that this is not just about race or religion. It is about freedom and liberty and the truth. How can you buy into the government’s theory that a bunch of Arabs in a cave in Afghanistan could make the US Air force stand down while they rammed hijacked (or remote controlled) aircraft into the World Trade Center?

The defective towers were bought a few months earlier after a Jewish group called the Silverstein Company, insured to the hilt then “brought down”, providing a reason to launch a “war on terror”. I guess the Patriot Act was just a bonus that Bush threw in. It creates the same kind of secret police state that the Bolsheviks

(Code Worde for Jews) who killed the Russian Czar and his family, created. They installed communism and created the Soviet Union. They used Stalin to kill over fifty million white Russians. .But we aren’t taught that in our government

controlled schools. We are only allowed to think of the six million Jews supposedly killed by Hitler. We aren’t told that Marx and Lenin and the rest of the Bolsheviks were Jews as was 90% of the Politburo.. Nor are you told that the same

kinds of people are in Washington, pulling the President’s strings. They are using the politically correct code, Neo-Cons.

When they took over Russia, they made Anti-Semitism (criticizing your rulers) a capitol offense. In Germany, Austria and Canada today, you can be jailed for the crime of “Denying the Holocaust” and deported to Germany to stand trial.

“Why should they, the Americans, have trusted us? We were a bunch of Russians, socialist Russians.” — Isser Harel, former head of Mossad, speaking of the unlikely union between America and the Marxist state of Israel

“We’ll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false.” “Almost everything you read or see in your newspaper or on TV is false information, mostly CIA disinformation which is

“leaked.” You have been conned by professional main stream press and CIA disinformation artists. Every person of major significance in the major media is controlled by the CIA. *former CIA director William Colby*

A bill is in Congress pretending to reform the UN but it is really a disguised attempt to turn the UN into global government enforcement, making it an international offense to resist tyranny. This expands the definition of “Terrorism”

and authorizes the introduction of UN troops into the internal affairs of all countries. Another pending bill would make Bush President for life. In my video, “The True Face of FEMA”, you can hear Homeland Security director Col. John

Brinkerhoff telling law enforcement at Sandia Labs that we will need 400,000 to 500,000 well armed, well trained, organized, disciplined troops to control the American people in case of a natural disaster of significant proportions. He stresses

they will not be National Guard, “No, no, they are too expensive. besides they will be off in Iraq or Iran.. We need a cheap source of well armed, well trained, organized, disciplined troops!” If all of our news sources and magazines are under the control of those globalists whose plan for one world government has been in written form as the Protocols of the Elders of Zion for a hundred and fifty years, how will you get the information to make correct decisions today that will affect your children and grandchildren in fifty years?

The need for such a magazine and radio show such as the Free American has never been greater. The plan for a one-world order is in place and the move to suspend our constitution and its power over the government in well underway. The Depleted Uranium kills our enemies, our enemy’s families, poisons their lands and does the same to the brave men and women in our own services. The government does not want battle hardened American troops loyal to the Constitution returning to this country healthy and strong for fear they might realize that the same forces are at work that brought down Mother Russia and led to the formation of the USSR. NAFTA, CAFTA and FTAA are a part of it, and the CFR has called for the North American Community to merge Canada and Mexico with the United States

Most news sources deal with small pieces of the big picture. We need a broad view of what is really happening because what happened in Russia that led to the deaths of fifty million people under our “ally” Uncle Joe Stalin, and what is happening in Palestine and Iraq can and will happen here in time. You are holding in your hands the best defense we have been able to come up with. Truthful, accurate information

in the media, if we can get it into enough Americans hands and if they are willing to open their eyes and stand up against tyranny! A Joint Tast Force officer told me once, that the only thing wrong with the Free American was that I wasn’t printing ten million of them. Many officer and police are supportive of my work. Because of the kind of pressure I have been subjected to, the demonization of anyone or any

group that might resist, it is hard to find people who will take a stand and stand up and speak out. That gives the opponents of liberty and freedom the power of Consensus” to enact laws, rules and regulations without opposition. It has already begun with the imprisonment of any who dissent It really doesn’t matter if you oppose taxation, war, globalization, Depleted Uranium or the six million figure used to extort money for a foreign power, you will be dragged off to the gulags just as Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn and Ezra Pound were. Ernst Zundel was kidnapped from his home here in the US and spirited away to Canada and then taken to Germany where he was imprisoned and charged with denying the holocaust. Israel is trying to say it has the right to go into any country to arrest and imprison any

who disagrees with its version of history. .David Irving, a noted historian, sits in an Austrian jail for the same offense. So much for freedom of speech and even freedom of thought! Just a few weeks ago, the Supreme Court ordered the government to transfer Jose Padilla, an American citizen held for three years in a Military Prison, without trial, on the suspicion that he might do something. The government, with no evidence, no trace of radioactive material, insisted that he planned to blow up a “dirty bomb” here. Kind of ironic that the government is laying down tons of Depleted Uranium in Iraq, isn’t it? They just learned the the radio active dust from Iraq, was drifting over England in dangerously high levels. Karma for the citizens for not stopping the silly bastards that launched this war.

If we, as Americans, don’t speak up now and come together and work together, what happened in Russia to this man, will happen to us here. Russian communists, the Jewish Bolsheviks, who killed the Czar and his family, used Joe Stalin to starve or slaughter 50 million white Russians! For us, they have the DU and now warn of the “Bird Flu”. And you better believe that the bikers will be among the first to be put into those concentration camps that Halliburton is building. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn wrote extensively about how it began. If you want to help, just jump in and help. Over the last few months I have received no local help, no phone calls, no volunteers, little advertising and as far as I can tell, since Pappy left, no friends. If you want to help, call me, began to sell advertising or advertise and distribute both magazines. I have a plan to sell the advertising locally at reduced rates. Or just subscribe. I have been giving you the magazine free for three years I will not, after this issue, give this magazine away anymore in Arizona. The last straw and the reason this magazine came out so late, is my house was broken into and my computers stolen when I went out for a couple of hours. It’s a bitch when something like that happens and you don’t know whether to blame the crooks or the government for it. Oh., but I repeat myself. And here is what we have to look forward to. If we do not learn from the past, we are condemned to repeat it. Don’t be too quick to condemn the Arabs based on the lies of the Jews. You may soon be sharing one of Dick Cheney’s Camps with them.

Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn in The Gulag Archipelago: 1918-1956:

How do people get to this clandestine Archipelago? Hour by hour planes fly there, ships steer their course there, and trains thunder off to it — but all with nary a mark on them to tell of their destination. And at ticket windows or at travel bureaus for Soviet or foreign tourists the employees would be astounded if you were to ask for a ticket to go there. They know nothing and they’ve never heard of the Archipelago as a whole or of any one of its innumerable islands. Those who go to the Archipelago to administer it get there via the training schools of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Those who go there to be guards are conscripted via the military conscription centers. And those who, like you and me, dear reader, go there to die must get there solely and compulsorily via arrest. Arrest! Need it be said that it is a breaking point in your life; a bolt of lightning, which has scored a direct, hit on you? That it is an inassimilable spiritual earthquake not every person can cope with, as a result of which people often slip into insanity? The Universe has as many different centers as there are living beings in it. Each of us is a center of the Universe, and that Universe is shattered when they hiss at you: “You are under arrest.” If you are arrested, can anything else remain unsheltered by this cataclysm? But the darkened mind is incapable of embracing these displacements in our universe, and both the most sophisticated and the veriest simpleton among us, drawing on all life’s experience, can gasp out only: “Me? What for?” And this is a question, though repeated millions and millions of times before, has yet to receive an answer. Arrest is an instantaneous, shattering thrust, expulsion; a somersault from one state into another.

We have been happily borne — or perhaps have unhappily dragged our weary way — down the long and crooked streets of our lives, past all kinds of walls and fences made of rotting wood, rammed earth, brick, concrete, iron railings. We have never given a thought to what lies behind them. We have never tried to penetrate them with our vision or our understanding. But there is where the Gulag country begins, right next to us, two yards away from us. In addition, we have failed to notice an enormous number of closely fitted, well-disguised doors and gates in these fences. All those gates were prepared for us, every last one! And all of a sudden the fateful gate swings quickly open, and four white male hands, unaccustomed to physical labor but nonetheless strong and tenacious, grab us by the leg, arm, collar, cap, ear, and drag us in like a sack, and the gate behind us, the gate to our past life, is slammed shut once and for all. That’s all there is to it! You are arrested! And you’ll find nothing better to respond with than a lamblike bleat: “Me? What for?” That’s what arrest is: it’s a blinding flash and a blow shifts the present instantly into the past and the impossible into omnipotent actuality. That’s all. And neither for the first hour nor for the first day will you be able to grasp anything else. Except that in your desperation, the fake circus moon will blink at you: “It’s a mistake! They’ll set things right!” And everything which is by now comprised in the traditional, even literary, image of an arrest, will pile up and take shape, not in your own disordered memory, but in what your family and your neighbors in your apartment remember: The sharp nighttime ring or the rude knock at the door. The insolent entrance of the unwiped jackboots of the unsleeping State Security operatives and the frightened and cowed civilian witness at their backs. For the witness, jerked from his bed, it is torture too — to go out night after night to help arrest his own neighbors and acquaintances.

Once more, this is not a matter of race or religion. It is about the principles this country was founded on. Read the words of one of our first presidents in this issue, to understand what principles this country was founded on. The oath I took when I volunteered for Vietnam was to defend the Constitution against all enemies, domestic and foreign. It did not have an expiration date. I will continue to write about biker events but I will not beg for advertising or kiss anyone’s ass to get it. Under certain conditions I will sell local rights to the right people to sell local advertising in Thunder Riders and/or the Free American and take care of the distribution in their area . For now I will combine the two to make the first and best biker news magazine in the country. If you want to read it, you will buy it from your local shops or you will subscribe to it and I will mail it to you. I will continue to write about motorcycle events and the people involved but I will not limit my travels and adventures to Arizona any more. I will also continue to write about and feature world events that threaten the lifestyle of freedom and liberty this country was founded on. My 800 numbers will still work and so will my cell. My office number will go back to being 505-423-3250 in NM. My mailing address will be Box 2943 on US Hwy 380 in Bingham NM 87832, Subscriptions will be $50.00 per year since you got this one for free. Printing and postage have gone up and I now have to eat out more. Keep in mind that most of the stories herein, are from all races and all religions. Dr. Henry Makow is Jewish. I have wonderful black Writers, a beautiful intelligent Indian woman who is not nearly as impressed by our government’s Constitution as I. And out of all our current Congressmen, only Ron Paul is telling it like it is. His articles are in here and he has been on my show several times. To all I have rode with here, and all who have read my work, thank you. I hope you will make a donation.

“I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do. What I can do, I should do. And what I should do, by the grace of God, I will do.” Edward Everett Hale

Some Bar Managers and Owners have banned me from their bars. They use Bandit as their excuse. Those bars are the Blooze, Hardtailz and Bridgits. This ban came at a time when they were advertising with other magazines but not Thunder Riders even though I had given some of them free ads when they were going through hard times. When I was going through hard times, they 86ed me. I should be diplomatic, but when I think of how much money I spent in their bars, I can only respond in one way. To Hell with you, Dave, Tumbleweed and Bridget. As far as I am concerned, you aren’t bikers, you are pretenders making money off bikers. Out of all the bars and restaurants in Phoenix, biker friendly or not, these are the only three places Bandit and I aren’t welcome. There is no problem with the health department. This little dog has more heart than the three of them combined and has been a better friend to me than any of you. If you don’t like my dog, you can kiss my ass! Clay Douglas and Bandit

“In a time of universal deceit – telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”-George Orwell