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Forethought
D. Meckanic
Copyright © 2000-2006
Printing History
Beta Draft Edition, March 2000
First Edition, June 2006
ISBN-10: 1419639269
ISBN-13: 978-1419639265
Back in 2000 I was in the middle of a huge court battle, I had lost about $32 million and that
wasn’t pocket change. I pondered on the reasons that my life could go so horribly wrong. All I could
imagine, was that it was some kind of embedded karmic nightmare, probably ‘in the cards’ because of
my past In South Africa. I was pretty paranoid at the time. Of course perfect paranoia is perfect
awareness. Anyway, I decided that since this could be the case, I was being made to pay for my actions,
or inactions as the case may be. Maybe I could make things right by coming clean about everything that
happened south of the equator. Maybe I’d have a shot at a clear and emotionally unencumbered future,
even with the huge financial loss.
So I wrote, almost frenetically for 30 days and churned out this book. Initially, I was never really
happy with the flow. I could never get the ending right as the ‘end’ had not happened yet. But with time
and changes in my life, I’ve added the final touches to the work in 2006. I’m fairly pleased with the book
and the ending now but it’s not perfect. I have increased the level of verbosity and detail to fill in the
gaps. I didn’t want it to read like a technical manual, of which I have written so many over the years.
Overview
How do you write out 15 years of a life as complex as mine in two or three paragraphs? I can’t
make this short, so bear with me, please....
I’m just a guy or I was anyway, before South Africa. I did the typical guy things and I probably had
far too many girlfriends. Eventually, I became weary of juggling the females and settled down with one
girl. We got married, eventually adopted a little girl and worked like everyone else trying to make a
comfortable life for ourselves. Twenty years ago, I was actually pretty normal by bell curve standards at
the time Beckman Instruments was absorbed by Smith-Kline, but everything changed, I was the
Regional Engineer for Canada and I had been so efficient, I worked myself out of my job. This situation
led to a series of events that eventually gave me no option but to leave Canada and go overseas.
I was involved in many situations in South Africa. Some were pretty funny, some were dangerous,
some were downright ugly. Then there were events, well, the stuff of which nightmares are made, the
kinds of inhumane monstrosities I never imagined I would see like necklacing’s or be involved in, like,
well that comes a little later, I am no stranger to killing. In most cases our targets deserved to die. We
killed terrorists, daily, sometimes on ‘the fence’, other times up close and personal.
Occasionally, a guard would presume that we had lied and the fence wouldn’t kill, always to their
detriment. Naw, they’d think, it couldn’t do that, could it? Well, both life and technology have a way of
thinning the gene pool of stupid people as well as terrorists.
I can imagine you, sitting there, reading this, imagining it will get worse. A shudder creeping up
your spine and over your head because of my callous or cynical attitude towards life and death, and
thinking if you were a publisher ‘Oh my God, do we want to represent this guy?’ Well, it does get worse,
but we’ll do the calm and normal detailing first, so you don’t get too worried, too soon.
Originally, I was just an engineer. I have designed everything from houses to particle beam
weapons and damn near everything in between. I even have my own personal adiabatic reactor and had
it three years before Eric Cornell built his at JILA labs in Colorado. Mine was partially funded by the NRC
and operational in 1991/92. I always loved the design and construction of new devices. Working for
sometimes three or four days without sleep just to get a job done, to see that which I initially created in
my mind, realized in form and matter. I’ve written hundreds of thousands of lines of assembly code,
Prolog, Lisp, C and enjoy programming almost as much as the hardware development. It’s an incredible
feeling to see something that was in your head, on your desk or used by others in the field. That didn’t
change when I went to South Africa, it got better or worse depending on which side of the fence you sat.
Armscor never asked me to make devices that immobilized. They only asked me for devices that
killed or made killing that much easier. So imagine an electronics engineer and hardware/software
designer in research and development that has years of experience in systems integration, analytical
chemistry and metallurgy suddenly in a military environment ‘with no budget cap’. My imagination ran
rampant and my conscience was forced bound and gaged to the back seat of my mind.
To make matters worse, they gave me security clearances that allowed me carte blanche access
to every military base and border installation I was in charge of, or for that matter, wanted to visit. They
quite literally gave me the ‘keys to the kingdom’. Now for the icing on the cake, they paid me well to do
what I did and I always delivered. The funny thing about all this was that I was a Canadian national
entrenched within a foreign military establishment. Hard to believe eh? Well, I even have photographs of
many of the bases, borders and installations I designed. I even have all of my original software and
documentation.
I gave them everything they asked for, lethal fences, wiretaps that kill, warhead tipped bullets
filled with semtex, ceramic guns, laser scopes, lorenz guns, high energy inverters and of course a
plasma weapon design that kicked some serious ass.
There was only one problem. Eventually, I had to deal with my conscience spiting out its damned
ball-gag, wriggling its way out of its ropes and chains back to the surface, and that can get pretty tough
after a couple of years of doing this kind of work. I guess my real turning point was when they tried to kill
my CO. They blew up the Helderberg in 1987, a commercial airliner he was supposed to be traveling on,
over the Indian Ocean north east of Mauritius. Of course they never got him, one of his ops told him not
to get on the plane just before it left from Taiwan. When that happened, even though I kept doing the
work, I didn’t have the taste for it, at least not as I once had, in the beginning.
Then later, to find out everybody was corrupt. To find out that all the ministers and government
officials we were dealing with were on the take... More though, to find out that my work wasn’t about
social responsibility or protecting the innocent people in South Africa from terrorists, made everything
worse for me. Then as confirmation, there was the shipping of arms to Saddam from the US via South
Africa while under a UN arms embargo. You wouldn’t believe who the players were behind that sale. I
am surprised there weren’t more reports of ‘friendly fire’ during the first Gulf War, of course that wouldn’t
have played out well on CNN. All I know is in the end, it was all about the money and that soured me. It
turned on my conscience like a red light in Amsterdam and made me into a technology whore.
I still stayed in Africa and thought that maybe I could do something different, or maybe the same
but more humane if I distanced myself from Armscor. That didn’t work either, Armscor put a mole into my
operation to watch me, as soon as I started getting close to making my business work right. They used
him in an attempt to force me back into the fold, he screwed up my funding. They just didn’t want to let
me get away from the ‘business’ or their control. I had two choices left, stay or go.
If I stayed in SA and didn’t work for Armscor, I was a dead man. If I left, the chances were 50/50
that I’d make it out alive. The odds were better, so I decided to leave.
The Canadian Consul, Adrian Brazeau, in Pretoria was instrumental in almost getting my whole
family killed. He was no help at all, actually, once I had gone to the embassy the warning flags were up
at Armscor. The consul knew this, so not following through and getting us out was paramount to signing
our death warrants. The deal he eventually made with my wife was ‘if your husband is dead next week
and you and your children are still alive, I’ll send down a car and get you out’. With consuls like that, who
needs hitmen? He was also told about my CO’s plane, the accounts, the corruption, arms deals and the
killings. He told me he couldn’t hold onto that information, which I presented to him in a nine page letter,
else he’d be a dead man as well. Canadians are a spineless lot. We need a few more rams and a lot less
sheople.
We did get out though, I bought my tickets under an assumed name through a trusted friend who
had the names changed just before boarding. It was pretty touch and go, especially through customs
with two hard drives full of the military software and documentation I had written, but we got out of SA.
We made it to Belgium and that night I called one of my partners in SA figuring the lines were
tapped. I told him, I would be back in two weeks after I got my family settled. He agreed it was a good
plan and to me, everything seemed ok. The next morning our plane was prevented from taking off for
two and a half hours while they removed two suitcases that didn’t have owners, go figure? Security
personnel with ‘sniffers’ in body armor put the suitcases in a bomb transport unit and it was carefully
wheeled away from the plane. You really need to see shit like that when you’re just about to fly across
the Atlantic. It reminded me of the situation with my CO’s plane, the Helderberg and I was not a happy
camper at the time. But they removed the airborne cancer, apparently they got all of it and we made it
back, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to write this book.
I lived a dangerous life in South Africa but I learned a lot as well. I’ve seen men strung up by their
ankles that had been skinned alive, their torso’s hollowed and the organs laid out on the ground like a
grizzly offering to some daemonic god, except for their hearts, they were taken away to be devoured in
tribal ritual. I’ve seen the dead on our fences, bodies mutilated by high voltage and current, their flesh
converted to dust leaving gaping cavities. Fresh kills, they lay there with just a slight smile and the
reflection of the African sky in their still slightly moist but dead eyes. I’ve been in firefights and then
watched as my ‘associate’ summarily executed terrorists in cold blood, one after the other, like a
machine. The 3B’s, what’s a bit of bone, blood and brains on the rocks between friends? We used to
have 4 binders with 100 double sided picture holders in each, it was a sales tool. Each page had 4
different terrorists on each side. All 4 binders were almost full, you do the math.
I’ve done things for ‘king and country’ that I couldn’t talk about, let alone even think about without
causing myself emotional distress and lived that way for 10 years, at least until I wrote the book. But on
the upside, while in SA I found out what I was capable of doing and the depths too which I could descend
to solve a ‘problem’.
And then there’s Canada. Imagine what that was like, coming back here, man was I bored. But I
figured, make the best of it, you got your family out alive now run with it, and I did. I ran a little R&D
company developing computer based solutions for Ortech and NRC clients. Life wasn’t exciting, but I still
had my love of design and prototyping and that got me through. I tried to lay my past to rest by burying
myself in my work. After five years, I was almost starting to feel normal again, but I’ve never forgotten the
dead eyes of Africa, but at least it didn’t sting me the way it did when I had just come back.
In 1995 I was introduced to what I thought were honorable men, I was wrong. I had been working
in the realm of BEC’s to generate electricity and EPR solutions to produce a communications device
using spatial compression. It was pretty heady stuff. Then almost overnight, I was a major shareholder in
two additional companies. Universities were suddenly working on my projects. We were looking at ‘off
shores’, IBC’s and IPO’s. Brokers became involved and we took on some rather large investments. I was
also involved with a beautiful woman, Natalia, who wasn’t my wife. Ruh roh! But life looked pretty damn
good from where I was sitting.
Then everything started to collapse. I had found a problem in the way we cut the shares in the
companies. It gave us a deemed disposition of about $32 million each between our three shareholders. I
suggested legal ways to fix the problem, even if they did make us look stupid. A major accounting firm,
lawyers, brokers and a bank were involved at this point. But the change to our shareholdings wasn’t
going to happen legally, as I had suggested. After a great deal of resistance and infighting I was
oppressed as a shareholder and then my legal battles began. This was part of the first fraud of roughly
$100 million and involved Revenue Canada and the OSC as well. But it would be buried in the upcoming
settlement agreement.
Around four weeks later, they tried one last push. They brought Natalia into town and put her up
at a hotel on the airport strip. She called and I went to see her. When she came to town I always paid for
her room, so it was natural for me to walk up to the desk and pay the account. This time though, it was
already paid, which I thought unusual. Since we had been there before and I knew the manager, I told
him I’d just pay her back. He told me she hadn’t paid and supplied the name, one of my ex-partners had
paid the bill. There was a rage in my head that wasn’t going to go away. Natalia knew what they had
done to me and I felt like I was even more duped than I had originally imagined. It appeared that she was
just another one of their pawns in this evil little game. I began to seriously reflect on my past with her on
the way up in the elevator. I’d never hit a women, but this was going to stretch me to the limit. When I got
to the room she wasn’t dressed in much, but it did nothing for me. All I wanted was the truth and
eventually she admitted to her role. I left her and parked near the airport, feeling broken and just wanting
death to come quickly, hoping a plane would drop on me at the end of the runway where I waited, while
thinking about my past and all I had lost.
About a week later I settled with the company under duress and I signed their fraudulent
agreement. I had no choice, they waited until I was extended and then hit me. In the agreement was a
license for my work at the universities. But with signing, my life became calmer and nothing major really
happened for 10 months, until they breached the settlement agreement.
Breach of the agreement negated the licenses and two months after the breach, knowing they no
longer had the licenses, they had applied jointly with the university for government funding which was
approved. We contacted the government and had the grants placed on hold. During this time there was
a great deal of nefarious activity. Once they realized they were caught in a second fraud, they had to
settle again. But before they did, the government spin doctors had to come in and produce the right story
line for this mess.
In 2001, the courts ruled on the judgement concerning the breach and the company started
paying down the settlement debt. In order to pass the judgement however, both my wife and myself were
forced to sign permanent injunctions. Consequently, we cannot name names. There is however a
release built into the injunctions that states I can publish my entire book without real names in the
Canadian related chapters. As a secondary measure I have written under a pen name.
This coverup and the behavior of the courts and government, worries me and disgusts me. They
literally gave away a 150 million dollar tax revenue case to protect a few ministers and a university. That
tells me there is something really wrong with the system. I hope that in the near future, under this
Conservative government, they will unearth the Liberal past and if they do, it’s going to be wet and
messy. But I have my doubts, all political parties are controlled by the same source which also controls
the media and the legal system.
A lot of people when they talk to me about the past or careers say “Wow, Africa, that must of
been great!” They only know about the photographs I took of animals and scenery or the funny stories I
tell them. They don’t know about the real world and the “red ochre stain” that doesn’t wash off. I scared
the hell out of my mother and a few other friends when they proofread the book. I warned them all before
hand, but they insisted on knowing the truth and of course my mother cried. I’ve seen and done far too
much.
Qualification
It’s my life, my story and it’s understandable that I have an intimate relationship with my own life. I
mean considering I lived every moment. I don’t have any publishing credits but I have written hundreds of
technical manuals, not that it matters really. My writing style may seem a bit odd at times, but I am just a
person, imperfect and telling the story in my own way, in my own words.
Summation
There are literally millions who want to know what happened during the final death throws of
apartheid, especially concerning Armscor involvement. Anything related to Armscor is generally a well-
kept secret. But more than that, the Helderberg has been a mystery for roughly 19 years. How could a
plane carrying 159 people blow up the way it did and leave no workable clues, just a comedy of political
and judicial errors. Look it up on the Internet using “Helderberg” and “TRC”. You’ll find there is no
resolve, there are only questions and supposition. Ask David Klatzow the primary forensic investigator.
I have the puzzle pieces because I was in SA at the time and was in a position with Armscor and
other not so visible companies that provided me with quality information. In most cases my writing comes
directly from my own eyes and experiences, in other cases from the people involved.
The primary audience for this book would be investigators, historians, a general and global adult
audience, and students that examine the history of apartheid. In addition, every family affected by many
of the events outlined in the book would read this work. Therefore we are probably looking at more than
a few million families and individuals. As well, the actual working of the military during apartheid has
been a well guarded secret since it’s collapse in the early 90's. This book tells the story of just one
person, myself, and contains a relevant first hand perspective of what happened in the mid to late 80's
and early 90's.
It will be bought and read because it provides thousands, maybe millions of people with the
‘jigsaw puzzle pieces’ that very well might expose additional brutal truths about the policies, practices
and activities of Armscor and the SA government as well as linkages to the US, UN, IMF/World Bank,
CFR and other organizations. Some people will say I am a horrible person for participating back then,
others may say I just did my job and others may say, he came right and we need more people to do this,
to tell the truth. But, I am not banking on living through this, there are far to many powerful people around
that will be highly concerned about their ‘secrets’ coming out.
I searched the Internet tonight again, there only appear to be semi-supported case studies of
single incidents involving Armscor and Apartheid. There are no books currently in print examining the
Helderberg, only TRC reports and news articles which have been examined by millions. But as I said,
they have no real answers. Much of the information found on the Helderberg states it is a mystery that
has not been solved and this comes as well from television programs and docu-dramas. I found one
document outlining the SA nuclear reactor program and only one instance of Koeberg as a reactor, on
the Internet but some very interest reports on Palindaba and Velindaba, which were the South African
nuclear research facilities.
In addition to the South African events, there was and is a corruption festering within the
Canadian government, stock markets and banking system, obviously, they are manipulated by only a few
people. In consideration of the present investigations, the book gives a baseline and clues to what was
actually happening in SA and Canada. This may in turn supply the present Canadian government with
additional information in the pursuit of the truth. Of course, they might end up in a position of charging
their friends and associates, so that does seem unlikely.
This appears to be a very unique book as it examines many parallels between Canada and
South Africa from a personal perspective. The focal point in both countries is greed, personal power,
protectionism and of course manipulation by external forces such as the UN, IMF and CFR.
Prologue
A bit about why I wrote this book and what it means to me. It’s my confession in a way to all of
the horrible things I have been party to. But it’s something else as well, there’s truth in here that
may help all of the families touched by the political mess of apartheid in the mid to late 80's. I
touch on some very nasty subjects and explain what I have become after my exposure to so
much human garbage. How it has brought out the worst in me, the cynic and how it made me
very callous at times. While I was with the military doing their bidding, I was almost untouchable
and I knew it. I used that to my advantage and I just didn’t give a shit. But it catches up with you
eventually and you never realize it until it’s too late. It doesn’t matter whether the bullet comes
from inside or outside your head, but it always comes in the end and you have to deal with the
consequences of your actions.
1 Just a Guy
This is just who I was, my past and all the events that lead up to my becoming thoroughly
disgusted with Canada and why I was pissed off enough that I decided to leave. It was however,
a time when I was normal, before my life was tainted and changed by my experiences in South
Africa. Chapter 1 familiarize the reader with my wife, adopted daughter and myself to let them
know that once upon a time... I was considerably more humane and compassionate. In this
chapter I also provide a little technical detail on my working past to give the reader some idea of
how I could be swept into the military overseas. I also touch on my first $800,000 loss involving
the Mulroney government that prompted me to move to South Africa. I go over why I took non-
exportable technology overseas and which friends helped us get there.
4 Military Intelligence
July 1987, Problems with our Permanent Residence - Apparently, there are two of me
according to C.I./M.I. and The Colonel. Some wanker has allegedly profiled my family and myself.
The Colonel explains what has happened and why there is a delay in my permanent residence
papers.
July 1987, Stephan Spills some Info - There are projects coming up, Stephan can’t say what
they are about just yet, but he tells me they are specifically Armscor projects. For me, black ops
and the dirty business is just beginning.
July 1987, The Colonels Laser Scope Was Finished, go to Pretoria - The Colonel wanted a
personal laser scope for his Barretta 7.65, so I agreed to make him one.
July 1987, Going to the Shooting Range with The Colonel - Now this was fun, you’d think the
range owner had never seen a smiley face cut in a target. He damn near shit himself. He started
bugging us to make more and sell them to him. Of course the Colonel was very territorial, that
wasn’t going to happen.
July 1987, The Colonel asks for a Laser Weapon - The Colonel fixes my permanent residence
problem and smooths my path. The price for his assistance, well, there always is one. He wanted
a weapon. The weapon. Armscor needed a method of taking the Angolan Migs down, I offered a
solution. At the same time, Armscor ran a parallel program just in case we couldn’t finish fast
enough. They were building better SAMS with faster acceleration providing greater targeting
accuracy. The specialized parts and materials would be brought in from overseas, fuck the arms
embargo.
July 1987, At The Colonels House in Pretoria, Post Scope Testing - The colonel explains the
problems within Armscor. I refuse cash payment for an offensive weapon, I told the Colonel to
just give me the honorary he promised from Wits. Ericka tells me I should have taken the money,
but I couldn’t do it. It wasn’t in me to take money for offensive weapons.
July 1987, End, 93AD and the Technology - An explanation of the technology used on 93AD
and how it was different and considerably more aggressive than the previous Lethal systems.
August 1987, Lightning and 93AD - There’s a long stretch of diamond belt that runs from
Schweizer-Reneke down past Kimberly that attracts lighting like nothing I have ever seen or
heard of before. Jan Kempdorp, 93AD, was smack in the middle. What a clever place to put an
ammunition depot. Somebody was thinking!
August 1987, Changing to the i8096 Processor - I found a flaw in the border system that
allowed me to turn off the fences from the other side. I had to fix this, so I used micro-controllers
for the encryption systems. I told Teddy we would fix it during upgrades, sooner if Armscor
allowed us some financial latitude.
August 1987, Frank Dalhouse has his Fit over the i8096 - Frank, Teddy’s son who really didn’t
understand anything at the time, went ballistic when I proposed the technology change. He was
voted down by the board and the advisors.
August 1987, Frank gets Fired - Frank gave his father an ultimatum, to fire me or Frank would
quite. Teddy beat him to it, he fired his son and released him as a director.
August 1987, Teddy didn’t like Ultimatums - A bit on Teddy and the way he thought. He didn’t
like being backed into a corner and when that happened, he came out fighting.
August 1987, A Little Frank Dalhouse History - Frank’s rather limp history of conflict within the
office and why no one respected him. Actually, no one even liked him. He was just another one of
those little pompous ass rich boys that needed to be seriously bitch slapped. He did get that from
time to time.
Part II Canada
12 Returning to a Mess
October 1990 - Back in Canada - It was horrible when we came back. Canada was In a
recession. Finding work was hard and I had a genetic disease that was giving me a lot of grief..
November 1990 - Ontario Research Foundation - I managed to get a contract with ORF that
put me back into a normal working environment.
December 1990 - Christmas at my Aunt’s - I had a small fight with one my relatives. A rather
narrow little bitch who really didn’t understand the world at all. What was funny about the
argument was she accused me of being a killer and doing it for all the wrong reasons. At the
same time, she was upper management at a company that made ‘Bouncing Betties’, which is an
extremely nasty land mine. Hypocrites, they’re everywhere.
January 1991 - Finding Work, make a Business when all else fails - Here I look at how
difficult it is to actually get everything in your life restarted after years overseas. I also examine
the problems with military references. Explanations of my meetings with CSIS and the wiretaps.
August 1991 - Ajax - Moving to Ajax and still trying to find a normal job rather than start a
business.
October 1991 - Gene and the NRC magic acts - I meet Gene an NRC rep who instructed me in
the process of acquiring research grants.
January 1992 - David at Basaltic Inc - Demonstrating and then trying to sell the AC/DC PLM
technology to a local business. Also getting talked out of the sale by Gene, my local NRC rep.
March 1992 - Miguel in Portugal - Miguel contacted me to let me know he was out of SA as well
and ok. He explained everything that happened after I left.
April 1992 - Samantha Kelly - What a great lady she was. I was introduced to her in 1991, she
was a homeopath with an honorary from a local university and she worked in ‘fringe’ areas. At 82
she had more energy than a 30 year old. She was just an amazing person. She required a device
to alter matter states, to reprogram them at an atomic level. I got the grant, I designed and
constructed the device. It was the first rotating field adiabatic reactor that had been produced and
it was all my technology.
July 1992 - Samantha Kelly’s BEC Generator/Reactor completed - Since’s Samantha’s
project was finished and the device running a couple of times per week, Gene moved me onto
other projects. The next one examined cellular signatures and the reasons for organ
deterioration. I coupled Chaos theory and a small receiver/transmitter to produce a skin sensing
EMF shield.
September 1992 - Gene and the Crown Chakra Incident - Since I had been heavily involved in
magnetics through the adiabatic reactor research, I started moving in other directions. I came up
with a plan to create a pair of monopoles that might be able to emulate quantum functions at a
classical level. Doing this required some rather exotic materials, which I procured, and a device to
perform the magnetic imprinting. So I made a field generator that was so powerful it could erase
credit cards at 6 feet. Gene came in contact with this generator and it got pretty funny.
February 1993 - Christopher’s Project - We moved Christopher’s project over to a
manufacturer recommended by Gene and examined mass production. At the same time I
received another contract for devices used in the food and packaging industries.
January 1994 - Ericka Learns to Drive - Finally after 18 years of bugging her, Ericka learned to
drive. A bit about what happened, it wasn’t scary stuff, just funny at times.
April 1994 - Ericka’s Driving Test - What a mess, even when you do everything right the
government always has a reason to screw you around. Graduated driving was coming in and they
wanted people to be retested so they would fall into the new program. Not this time, I approached
people at Thornton and taped them. I called MOT and told them exactly what I was going to do.
Ericka got her retest in about a week and it was organized by the director at MOT. They really
shouldn’t piss off people like me, who can read past the paperwork.
14 We are Legion
July 1996 - The Offshore Affair with Bob Carpessi - We examine what happens when a few
criminals from offshore raise about $9.5 million US in our name. They then take the money and
run, but Littleman is involved and can’t run.
July 1996 - Farmer sends his wife to BC - Bruce needed to get rid of his wife and kids for a
while. He spotted some new meat at Kelsey’s and wanted a fresh taste. He started working on
her, but it would take a while before he got her.
August 1996 - The Valuation and Compuserve - Bruce finds chat rooms on the Internet and
goes totally weird. He makes a ton of trouble for everyone he comes across on the Internet.
August 1996 - Time for a Divorce - Ericka was giving me grief constantly, she was worried
about these Littleman and Farmer characters. I didn’t listen, I started working towards a divorce.
August 1996 - Natalia - I don’t know if I was set up by Bruce or if Natalia was just a coincidence.
A long distance and costly relationship however, was in the process of starting.
August 1996 - Ray Compton - Littleman brings in Ray off the golf course. He would be our new
‘Golden Haired Boy’ of a salesman that could bring in the investment we needed to complete all
the projects.
August 1996 - Ray meets Donald Teller - Donald was our business consultant and profile writer
in Atlanta. Smart guy but a little demanding at times. He didn’t like Ray. He figured brains were
better than ‘pretty’ with a good voice. We were developing leading edge technologies, so he had
a point, but Littleman had already cut the deal with Ray. When it came to making some business
decisions Littleman was prone to premature ejaculation.
August 1996 - Up at the Trailer - I couldn’t get enough while talking to Natalia and started
looking at ways to meet her. I did crazy things just to talk to her.
September 1996 - Farmer, Csex and Compuserve - Bruce’s internet adventures in cyberspace.
There are many!
September 1996 - Farmer and the Crippled Girl - Bruce deliberately led a crippled girl on, she
thought he would take her away, she was apparently in love with him and he told her the same.
When it came to actual action, Bruce went limp, he told her it was all a big joke. She attempted
suicide and ended up in the hospital for six weeks. The only thing that saved her life was that her
friends in chat rooms had her phone number and knew where she lived.
17 Trouble in Paradise
April 1997 - Littleman gets rid of Jillian - What a mess that was, offering someone $5,000 after
they were instrumental in landing two and a half million with an option on another seven and a
half million. Littleman was always such an asshole.
April 1997 - Increasing Weiss’ Interest in Angstec - Littleman doesn’t want to part with any of
his shares for the benefit of Brad for his part in the PDQ investment. Bruce and I are perfectly
willing to dilute our shares. More corporate problems surface.
April 1997 - Centre For Advanced Technology plus The Accountants - PCAT is formed at the
university, Malcolm is getting his Endowed Chair and the accountants, Skinner and Crooke are
working on our ‘off shores’, IBC’s and our tax evasion plan. This was an interesting time in my
life. I had very little control, but the money still flowed like water.
April 1997 - Doing Budgets and The University - I was hard pressed to move around the
money to make university budgeting workable without the additional PDQ stock options in place.
But in this section is how I did it and made it work.
April 1997 - Littleman Breaches Agreements on Salaries - Littleman, in an additional fit of
back peddling decided to summarily reduce our salaries. Littleman was now the Pope,
pontificating from on high. He was dictating every facet of company operations. This had to stop,
we were partners, not employees.
May 1997 - Bought A New Car for Ericka - Although Ericka could annoying from time to time,
she was very reasonable under the circumstances. I thought I would be a nice guy and buy her a
new car. This extended me a little, but hey, I had millions in assets so who cares.
May 1987 - Malcolm and the Speeding Ticket - I asked Malcolm if he could help me out in
court. I wanted to set a precedent. He had stood as an expert witness before and he agreed. It
would also give us a chance to talk privately about the university projects.
May 1997 - The Web Process and Malcolm - We ran through what was required to build our
energy source using our new chemical process and web design.
May 1997 - My Day in Court with Malcolm - We went to Lindsay all the while discussing our
joint projects involving film processing and quantum communications.
May 1997 - In The Land Of The Stupids - Traffic Court - This bit pissed me off. The prosecutor
was simply a lying bitch. She forced a mistrial. It was still a productive trip though, we continued
the conversation from the drive up, on the drive back.
June 1997 - Littleman Confronts Me about Malcolm - Littleman didn’t like that fact that
Malcolm was my expert witness for traffic court. Tuff. We had it out and it got ugly.
June 1997 - The Middle Office Argument with Littleman - While offering a budget report to
Littleman, he went ballistic, created a huge and embarrassing scene in the front office. I called an
emergency meeting of the board of directors.
June 1997 - My Last One on One Meeting with Littleman - My last personal meeting with
Littleman was calm and I explained all of the technologies to him.
Epilogue
February 2006 - Still Waiting for the Truth - I look at how things should have gone examining a
few of the events that shaped my life. I state why I had to write this book and why the truth has to
be told.
Appendix
A conversation - The actual transcript of the death threats to Ericka on the internet made by
someone claiming to be Bruce Farmer from Powermaster.
Publishing Details
(1) The entire book is approximately 240,000 words or about 600 book pages
(2) Animal and scenery photography may be used as well as photographs of mimics only in
military bases and border installations. Some military personnel pictures are possible.
(3) Hardcover first release?
(4) Less than 2 weeks for delivery for entire draft. It’s ready now, we are just looking over it one
last time before I send the flaming arrow into the air, actually, I am a technological animal so
its more like an ICBM.
I have been operating in the field of engineering for 35 years. My resume itself reads like a book, the
main body being about 18 pages plus the software lists, projects managed pages, products developed
pages and the teaching, public lecture and presentation pages.
In the beginning, I worked for the private sector primarily but this changed in 1986 when I was absorbed
into the military machine in South Africa. Once back in Canada I worked for government research
institutions and their clients as well as universities and private research ventures.
The book is NON-FICTION, I am changing the artwork and adding real names to the South Africa
half of the book. I originally labeled it fiction because I wanted a little extra legal protection, but
now I don’t care.