Please do not laugh—any more than you have to.

Senator Sam Ervin, Watergate Hearings

In Part 1 of this series, I demonstrated that you could no more produce a single page of written notes—or “logs”—from the illegal wiretapping of Watergate telephone conversations than you could produce a feathered unicorn egg. If you haven’t read Part 1, you should read it now: Myths and Madness: The No-See-Ums of Spygate, Russiagate, and Watergate, Part 1.

The reason you can’t produce even a single page of any such “logs” is because they never existed, any more than unicorns, sea monsters, or talking toads ever existed. They were a myth, a hoax, a fraud, a lie. The reason no such “logs” ever existed is because there never were any wiretapping “bugs” in Democratic National Committee headquarters in the Watergate at all. None. Zero. Zip. Nada. And the reason there were no such wiretapping “bugs” is because there never was any “first break-in” at the Watergate to plant any such bugs at all.

“Watergate” was a HOAX. It was a FRAUD. It was a LIE. Whoever has told you otherwise was a liar. That includes any and all teachers, professors, Congressmen, Wikipedias, prosecutors, judges, publishers, or so-called “journalists”—especially that Deep-State yapping lap-dog Bob Woodward of the CIA’s favorite mouthpiece, The Washington Post.

If you doubt it, go ahead and produce one of these infamous Watergate “logs.” Let’s see one. Take your time. I’ll wait.

Meanwhile, the rest of us who are here will while away the time with this strange tale—which is every bit as germane to today’s Spygate, Russiagate, Dossiergate, Servergate, and FISAgate hoaxes as it is to the Watergate hoax:

THE DISAPPEARING ENVELOPE, THE MYSTERIOUS GUARD, AND THE NONEXISTENT RECIPIENT

(Excerpted and adapted from Watergate: The Hoax, Chapter 4: “Alfred Baldwin’s Invisible Wiretap Logs”)

To embellish and try to lend believability to their fiction of the “logs,” Alfred Baldwin and James McCord concocted a convoluted story about Baldwin having delivered an envelope of the “logs” to the Committee to Re-Elect the President, but if anything, it is more ridiculous than the story of the logs itself. Here’s how Baldwin told it in the courtroom under questioning from U. S. Attorney Seymour Glazer:

ALFRED BALDWIN: On one occasion I delivered the logs that covered a two-day period to the Committee for the Re·election of the President . . .

SEYMOUR GLAZER: How did that come about?

ALFRED BALDWIN: I received a phone call from Mr. McCord. He was in Miami, Florida, at the time, and he instructed me to take the logs to the Committee for the Re-election of the President in view of the fact that he was being delayed in Miami.

SEYMOUR GLAZER: And do you recall what period of time we’re talking about?

ALFRED BALDWIN: Approximately June 6 or 7. It was Wednesday of that week. [Wednesday of that week was 7 June.] SEYMOUR GLAZER: Can you tell us what Mr. McCord’s instructions were to you and how it came about he gave you the instructions?

ALFRED BALDWIN: The instructions were to take the logs, place them inside a manila envelope, to then staple the envelope and over the staple put Scotch tape. He then furnished me a name. I wrote the name down on a piece of paper, later transcribed that name to the envelope.

SEYMOUR GLAZER: As you sit there now, do you recall the name of that person or the name given to you to put there, if there is such a person.

ALFRED BALDWIN: I do not.

SEYMOUR GLAZER: Do you know of your own personal knowledge who the logs were delivered to ultimately?

ALFRED BALDWIN: No, I do not.

SEYMOUR GLAZER: Where did you deliver the logs in the envelope?

ALFRED BALDWIN: I delivered them to a guard at the Committee for the Re-election of the President.

SEYMOUR GLAZER: And you left it with the guard?

ALFRED BALDWIN: That is correct. The building was closed.

When Baldwin told the story in the courtroom, Judge Sirica was not nearly as subtle in expressing his incredulity as Senator Ervin had been. He sent the jury out and questioned Baldwin himself:

JUDGE SIRICA: You also stated that you received a telephone call from Mr. McCord from Miami in which I think the substance of your testimony was that as to one particular log, he wanted you to put that in a manila envelope and staple it, and he gave you the name of the party to whom the material was to be delivered, correct?

ALFRED BALDWIN: Yes, Your Honor.

JUDGE SIRICA: You wrote the name of that party, correct?

JUDGE SIRICA: Yes, I did.

JUDGE SIRICA: What is the name of the party?

JUDGE SIRICA: I do not know, Your Honor.

JUDGE SIRICA: When did you have a lapse of memory as to the name of that party? . . . Here you are a former FBI Agent, you knew this log was very important?

JUDGE SIRICA: That is correct.

JUDGE SIRICA: You want the jury to believe that you gave it to a guard, is that your testimony?

The entire point of this piece of McCord-Baldwin fiction was to further tie the wiretapping to the Committee to Re-Elect the President, so Baldwin made sure that he worked the story into the tale he told the L. A. Times article, too—of course with some unscripted embellishments because Baldwin couldn’t keep a story straight. They ran with it not just in one article on 5 October 1972, but in two of them. First from “An Insider’s Account of the Watergate Bugging”:

[McCord] instructed me to deliver my original logs to an official at the President’s reelection committee.

He said to put the logs in an envelope and to staple and tape the envelope. He gave me the name of an official and I wrote it on an envelope. It was someone I believed was superior to McCord, although I can’t recall his name, but it was not Liddy or Hunt. I can’t recall his name.

That evening I carried the envelope to the committee headquarters. An elderly guard was on duty in the lobby of the building and he took the envelope, recognized the name on it and said he would see to it that the official received it.

The reporters felt the need to repeat it in the companion article, “Bugging Witness Tells Inside Story on Incident at Watergate,” just in case somebody might have missed the point:

A participant in the bugging incident at Democratic national headquarters has told The Times that he delivered sealed sets of eavesdropping logs to the Committee for the Reelection of the President less than two weeks before police closed in on the illegal operation.

Alfred C. Baldwin III, a key government witness in the case, said the logs were addressed to a committee official who is not among the seven men indicted last month in the incident. Baldwin said he could not remember the identity of the official.

It may come as a surprise that there are some problems with Alfred Baldwin’s story—even beyond his loopy lapse of memory. One of the more minor problems is that James McCord claimed in the trial, and in a letter to Judge Sirica, and in his book A Piece of Tape, that it was Liddy’s name that he instructed Baldwin to write on the envelope:

During my visit to Miami, Baldwin had some “take” which he delivered at my instruction to an evening guard, who held the sealed envelope with Liddy’s name on it until the following morning, when it was passed to Liddy along with a wide variety of other mail frequently left with the guard. The guard had no idea of the content of the letter which Baldwin left with him, but this one delivery was to cause some later problems during trial when there was some confusion over whether the letter had been addressed to Liddy or one of the other staff members at CRP. I was able to clarify this in my letter to Judge Sirica, and in later testimony.

That, of course, is just more fiction, and Liddy, of course, never mentions having received any such delivery—because no such delivery ever occurred. That alleged envelope has become another of thousands of no-see-ums in the surreal world of Watergate.

A much bigger problem for Baldwin and McCord is yet another interview by the FBI, this one of an unassuming guard named Mr. Lewis Webster Creel. His interview, like others I’ve uncovered and published in Watergate: The Hoax, has been overlooked by every chronicler of Watergate that so far has been found. In 1972, Mr. Creel was a lobby guard at 1701 Pennsylvania Avenue, N.W., Washington, DC. That was the address of the building that housed the Committee to Re-Elect the President, the building where Baldwin claims he delivered the disappearing envelope to a mysterious guard “on duty in the lobby of the building.”

Mr. Creel told the FBI that he had been a guard at that building for nine years as of 1972, and that his shift was from 4:00 p.m. until 12:00 midnight on weekdays. He was “working his normal shift,” he said, on both 6 June 1972 and 7 June 1972, the somewhat disputed dates on which the odyssey of The Amazing Mr. Baldwin to committee headquarters, with his taped and stapled envelope, purportedly took place. But Mr. Creel was quite emphatic with the FBI about his policies in holding his post:

Mr. CREEL said that numerous messengers and mail run personnel come in and out of the building at night for the Committee to Re-elect the President (CTRP) and other businesses in the building.

Mr. CREEL stated that when a messenger came to the building with a delivery for the CTRP he would direct them to the third floor. Mr. CREEL stated that he has never been approached to deliver any package or envelopes to the CTRP and would not deliver these items because he would become a messenger rather than a guard.

Mr. CREEL restated that he had not delivered any mail or packages to the CTRP and always referred such requests to the third floor.

Please do not laugh—any more than you have to. The cost in lives and tax money of the vicious hoax of Watergate is no laughing matter.

Nobody has ever seen a single one of these “logs” or “almost verbatim” transcripts that The Amazing Mr. Baldwin claims he made, just as no one has seen a unicorn. That’s because they never existed at all.

You may have a vague idea, based on all you’ve heard about Watergate, that several people in fact did see the logs of conversations from the bugs planted in DNC headquarters. That’s just the fog of CIA psyops. As the book Watergate: The Hoax will demonstrate to any reasoning mind, it’s impossible, because there never were any bugs planted in the DNC headquarters over Memorial Day weekend 1972 at all.

There never was a break-in of DNC headquarters in the Watergate over Memorial Day weekend 1972 at all. It’s The Break-In That Never Was. It is fiction.

And fiction doesn’t leave a paper trail.

It seems pointless at this point—in a pointed sort of way—to attempt to drive home the point of the many ways in which this amorality tale from the archives of Watergate: The Hoax points a long bony finger at us here in the 21st century, as we sit faced with the exact same kinds of deception, criminality, treason, lies, and cover-ups from the FBI, the DOJ, the CIA—and however many other new flavors of crime-ridden alphabet-soup groups have been flung into the current government structure to create confusion and obfuscation.

Anyone who can’t see the parallels and recognize the existential threat to our republic wouldn’t get the point if it were driven in with a pile driver.

I guess that describes Congress thoroughly. As I write this, the so-called Congressional “oversight” committees have once again been stonewalled, laughed at, ridiculed by Rod Rosenstein and his fellow thugs at DOJ and FBI and CIA. (Oh, the CIA influence is always hidden from public view, because they are the real roaches, the wall-dwellers, the swamp bottom-feeders, the parasites, the largest criminal organization in the history of the world.)

It is utterly guaranteed, though, that these criminal institutions, who hire only the “very best” professional liars in the world, and their crooked marionette media dancing at the end of their strings, will go to ANY LENGTHS to protect their criminal enterprise, and to HIDE THE EVIDENCE of their crimes through any means necessary, including destruction of evidence, blackmail, extortion, murder, assassination, lies under oath, and of course their all-time favorite: The Bottomless Pit of “National Security.”

And that is why the surreal landscape of Watergate, and Spygate, and Russiagate, and Servergate, and IRSgate, and FISAgate are littered—LITTERED—with no-see-ums. These are the primary products of liars and criminals: no-see-ums. They are no-see-ums either because they are complete fictions manufactured out of nothing—just like the Watergate “bugs” and “logs” that never existed—or because they are the products of tax-funded criminal organizations conducting criminal activities, and they have the unbridled right and authority, granted and funded by YOU, to keep you from ever seeing the evidence.

And what are you going to do about it? Huh?

Ashton Gray

Fiction doesn’t leave a paper trail

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