Chumash or Luiseno Liars?

Chumash Or Luiseno Liars?

              When I was 7 years old I was introduced to the 12-person band of Chumash Indians that lived on the small mesa near Santa Ynez,California, the mesa that now has a small county owned airport on it. The mesa had been bought and subdivided with one small parcel for each of the Cumash band, with a few extra parcels- by a wealthy indian from Oklahoma. He paid the taxes and charged each of the 12 Chumash $2 per month. Real nice guy with his old squaw on one arm and a beautiful girl on the other and a great Cadillac.  Her being almost toothless but having a great personality I liked the old squaw better. If anybody reading this gets upset by me using the word squaw I say her personality comes before you forever in my heart.

                I visited these Chumash about once a week, listening to their stories and me telling them my stories. The chief, Tarre Feather, had one bad experience one day when his son declared that he was no longer a member of the Santa Ynez Cumash band and had been accepted be the Pechanga band of Luiseno indians. Tarre Feather called a meeting of the band and put up to vote to put his son out of their band- the vote was 100% yes. Remember this series of incidents because this now-Luiseno indian would pretend to be his father as a false head of the supposed Chumash band of indians of the Santa Ynez Valley.

                 A week later I was visiting the real Tarre Feather when he pointed to a cloud of dust coming towards him- he told me to hide in the next hut because there may be trouble. I watched as his was-son(they had disowned each other) and an older man got out of a car, the older man introducing himself as the Pechanga band of Luisenoindians. He said to Tarre Feather that he wanted him to do as he said to pretend that it was the Chumash band that would be operating a casino that would be really operated by the Pechanga band. Tarre Feather said no, saying that he would not lie to the white man who had been good to his people. His was-son said that he should do as he is told because he(the was-son) would take his place if he refused. The chief of the Pechanga band of Luiseno Indians then said to Tarre Feather: “I if you do not do as we will say we will kill you”. At this point he motioned to the driver of the car. The driver came forward and opened his coat, revealing a chrome-plated and pearl-handled pistol under each arm. Tarre Feather said that he would obey-but, he left the area that night with the other members of the tribe-each knowing that they would be given a threat of death by the Pechanga band of Luiseno Indians sooner or later. I would meet each later in my life, each saying they loved white people so much they would not lie to them and each said they would not be slaves to the Pechanga band of Luiseno Indians.

                 About 2 weeks the owner of the property on which the Chumash Casino is located in the Santa Ynez Valley is now located asked me to go with him to the property to be with him when he met some people. The same car as in the previous came, the difference now is that there was a lawyer and not the was-son of Tarre Feather. The driver remained in the car. When the chief approached the property owner he said: “I am the chief of the Pechanga band of Luiseno Indians”. The property owner, considering that I had told him of the sign near the casino,in Temecula, that said that the casino was under construction by the Pechanga band of Luiseno Indians, he asked the chief if they were going to build a casino on the property he was selling them, he adding “If I sell the property”. The chief said: “We are not going to build a casino in Santa Ynez Valley”. The owner then said: “Then I will sell my land to you”.  The owner handed me a piece of paper, saying to read it and then pass it to the lawyer. It was a bill of sale stating that the property was going to Pechanga Tribe Of Luiseno Indians.

                    Ever since then the Pechanga band of Luiseno Indians have been lying about the Santa Ynez Valley being operated by Chuash Indians. Also another lie in a form of a Luiseno indian carving on a rock above Pirate’s Cove near Avila Beach. I saw him carving it and called the San Luis Obispo County’s sheriff’s department who came with the property’s owner and arrested him for vandalism, the vandal spending two years in prison. Also- the I watched two UCSB student-teachers, being paid by the Pechanga band of Luiseno Indians,  dig out a small hillside cave(they made it) and paint indian-type symbols on the wall. They were fired and their department head was fired and the State of California Park Ranger who was paid,by the Pechanga band of Luiseno Indians, to ask me to make the area around the cave look like it had been lived by indians was also fired- that is the now closed so-called Painted Cave near Santa Barbara. Recently some people were caught painting on a cave wall on one of the Channel Islands near Santa Barbara- arrested for trespassing and vandalism. Also, somebody in the government of the City of Thousand Oaks is lying that the building in Long Ranch Park is there for displaying Chumash stuff- the place is closed and was put there,by me, for displaying art of other than Chumash- never any Chumash in the area. A whole lot of lying to attract gamblers to the Santa Ynez Valley, so that the Pechanga band of Luiseno Indians get rich. I say they are thieves by lying that they are Chumash.

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To End A War

 

                                       TO END A WAR

 

  

 

     I did not think of my military service as being in the fighting after the years of being hunted by the nature conservancy, being shot on 6 occassions out of 43 occassions that they fired at me. So, I used my influence to create a new job for me- publicity at the US Naval Station in San Diego, California. When President Johnson offered me an officer’s commission with full colonel after 6 months I refused, saying that an officer’s life would slow me down in times of emergencies of which I was best at. He agreed, saying that he sometimes wished the generals would get to work instead of wasting time kissing his rear. So, I was an enlisted man in the United States Navy- pay grade E-3, Seaman. Think of that sometimes when I speak of what I did when officers were effectively out-ranked by me- I remember two admirals watching me take a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier out of Tokyo Harbor- something I was qualified for but they were not after all their years experience(at the Officers’ Club?). When I started my active duty one admiral did try to “grab” me to his flagship but President Johnson hijacked(his term) me to the USS Paul Revere, saying that the Paul Revere was better for me than sitting while the other ship was being repaired(USS Forrestal, the ship John Mccain almost sunk all by himself. Isn’t he great!).

The USS Paul Revere’s one role in the Vietnam War was to pick up tired soldiers and give them a few days rest.Not nice for me- first time up a river to pick up some soldiers I was shot. It hurt as much as any of the nature conservacy’s bullets in me- so I guess the Vietcong were no worse that the nature conservancy. One Vietcong shot me as I walked on deck of the Paul Revere. Burned like hell but did not go deep inside my arm- ached for a year or two. By the way the Vietcong that fired that shot later said he was sorry for shooting me. I said back I thought he was right in trying to protect himself and the other Vietcong. Another time I was being escorted by a US soldier when a Vietcong missed the escort and shot me- quick kill for the escort so we continued to where I was delivering a message rated Secret. President Johnson had me given Secret and Top Secret security clearences so I could read messages from him that he did not want others to read- but, with the lack of others with those security clearances, I was running all over and near Vietnam delivering those high-classed messages. The importance,to me, was why I asked that my injuries would not be put in my record:too many times somebody with a boo-boo was sent home. I had a unique ability. Today Congress and the Presidents give medals for those with little boo-boos. Whatever about that- another time my escort went left quick so I was the one shot. Both of us being pinned down the soldier put a hand grenade in my shirt pocket and one in my hand and motioned me to go around the small hill the shooter was on. I went around, pulled the pins, dropped the hand grenades in the shooter’s hole that he was in, heard the two muffled pops that told me was dead. But I was not done because a big explosion in the hole pushed the dirt against my back, sending me flying for about a hundred yards. I do not recommend flying by explosion. Nice flight but the landing can be rough, and deadly.

One note here about what some have seen: a picture usually titled The Napalm Girl. That was a product of a propaganda photo shoot arranged by President Johnson with me watching at his request. The smoke in the background was from two smoke pots, The children were made up by two professionals for the pictures. Their mothers received a good amount of money and the children received much candy. The smallest child gave me a bite of one of her candy bars. About the way the US used napalm in Vietnam: US sprayer planes sprayed where Vietcong snipers were hiding, followed by flare planes that started the napalm burning- spreading the burning napalm outwards into an area 5-10 times the area that was originally spread- nobody survived the burning and all the napalm burned so there were no injuries from napalm used by the US in Vietnam. All dead.

Starting to meet VERY interesting people:

A person who was said, in the US, to be a terrible man, was loved and respected in southeast Asia- Pol Pot, later called Lon Noi. The difference was that he was not political- his distractors in the US used his name to boost their political status. He had a private army that he used like a volunteer American police force- they were farmers when things were calm. Pol Pot and I got together many times to talk. He was very smart, a degree in law from Cambridge University. That is where he got many ideas on keeping the peace without violence, usually. His usual peaceful ways got him expelled from the rising and violent Kilmer Rouge political party. I remember him saying to me on the phone that he had something important to talk to me about. I went through a mile of jungle to get to his main camp- he had lied to me! Here came at me about 500-600 women yelling kiss kiss kiss- Pol Pot had remembered my Kissing Bobby years while he had attended Cambridge! With more people like Pol Pot this would be a much better world. He started the teaching the children of Cambodia simple hygiene and basic health care.Later, as President of Cambodia he continued the education to all in Cambodia.

One day I was delivering a message to a army officer in the Vietnam jungle when my one army escort soldier pointed to two men talking along side the trail and said that they were the two friendiest people in Vietnam. When they saw me their eyes popped out and BIG smiles showed that they recognized me. They said they remembered me as Kissing Bobby when they had attended Harvard University to get their degrees in law so they could unite Vietnam- they were first cousin,once removed: Nguyen Thieu, President and General of the Army of the Republic of Vietnam(south), and Le Duc Tho, General of the Army of the Democratic Republic of Vietnam(north). They said that they got together whenever they could to plan the government of the to-be Socialist Republic of Vietnam. Considering that this was in 1967 I say that they and myself and Ho Chi Minh planned what to say to Henry Kissenger to fool him(Kissenger) into thinking that he was actually affecting the events in Vietnam.We did such a good job that when Richard Nixon left office he called Kissenger to “rub it in” that he had been fooled badly and completely. Kissenger then called me and said to me: “I will see you dead”- I then called President Gerald Ford to tell him what Kissenger said to me. Ford had me listen on a speaker phone as he fired Henry Kissenger. After that Kissenger continually lied that he was working for the US so he could make money on book sales and personal appearences.

Next- I met Ho Chi Minh on a trail, my escort saying that he was the most important man in southeast Asia- but why did he go a crazy happy when he saw me, him an important man character? He said that he had read hundreds of articles about me being Kissing Bobby and watched all my videos that he could while he he earned his degree in law at Cambridge University. At a point during this conversation he offered to introduce me to the leaders of the 10 Vietcong clans, the 7 peaceful clans first and the 3 trouble making clans last. The thought of that was like David walking into the lion’s den but learning about them may be useful in stopping this thing called the Vietnam War, so I said Yes!. In my US Navy uniform I started to see these people called Vietcong- I seemed safe for me as long as I was not armed. I saw many look at me looking for guns so I did not wear jackets that may seem to hide a gun and I kept my shirt tucked in tight so there would not be a bulge that may seem to hide a gun. I kept rubber bands on my pants’ cuffs so that there would no possibility of a hidden weapon under my baggy US Navy pants legs. That gave me an access to their camps even without Ho Chi Minh, they trusted me to not be a threat. In their camps they slept in the open on bedrolls. They did not have cooking utensils because they considered themselves too important to do such menial tasks- all they ate they paid other than Vietcong to prepare for them every meal. Pretty good IF they have the money but when the region’s biggest employer, Ho Chi Minh, died in 1969, they had to raid and kill to eat- see my story: “306,000 Vietcong Will Die”.

As I visited each Vietcong camp I found many suffering from bacteria from bad water so I tried handing out water-treatment pills and antibiotic pills to the worst sick- but the leaders would stop me if they saw me do that, saying to me that they were perfect as they were Vietcong. Nobody tried to stop me those 7 times that I delivered babies- the men actually appreciated that I was willing to get all that blood and stuff on me. “7 times” does not include the time when I was using a tree limb as a cane,because of a US bomb,when I found a bomb-killed mother whose still-alive baby had come out. I used the knife and a shoelace of a dead Vietcong man to cut and tie the cord. After a hour of carrying the baby and calling out the Vietcong name for baby “em be’” I found a mother feeding her own who opened her other reast for the one I carried. Enough for that- now for one characteristic part of the Vietcong was their lack of play, so I called my contact at the Voit company who delivered 19,000 balls to the US Air Force who put the balls in a plane designed to carry tanks and jeeps. In the air, with the back door opened, a portion of the balls were thrown out at time intervals I specified on a flight path I specified. The next day I found the balls laying on the ground because the Vietcong had never seen a ball so I started teaching the children- even those ever-serious leaders started to enjoy playing. The elders liked to compete(dodge ball their favorite) and the children like to play together.

Enough of playing- at the last of the 3 trouble-making Vietcong clan camps something happened that started that was the beginning of the end of the Vietnam War, a war that started with the French asking for help 20 years before. I and the Vietcong sensed some vibrations- the Vietcong picking up their personal belongs and walked away while Ho Chi Minh signaled to me to follow him. Ho Chi Minh and I ran north. After a while he pointed to the top of a hill and said to me to watch from up there. I did. I watched. I watched. I watched until the 35 minute mark since I had first felt the vibrations of big B-52 bombers in a “Rolling Thunder” bombing raid- that is when the first bomb landed. The next day I returned to see the damage. Some big bomb craters- but the Vietcong were in perfect health! No injuries at all! Some had moved into the bomb craters. The big b-52 bombers had been designed to bomb cities where nobody knew they were coming until it was too late- the Vietcong felt the vibrations and simply walked out of the flightpath of the B-52s. 1,000,000+ dollars wasted for every Rolling Thunder bombing run! I called for my helicopter ride. While I waited I called President Johnson what I had learned about the Rolling Thunder tactic- he said he would call the US Air Force and stop them from any more air raids. I also said that I had a plan in my head that could work using some planes on an aircraft carrier.

I went to that ship-the aircraft carrier of my helicopter ride. An officer there had showed me some F-series fighter-bombers. I got all 5 of the pilots into a map room where I showed them that the small number of F-series planes could scare the 3 trouble-making Vietcong clans into peace- terrorize a few to influence the rest. I showed those pilots where the most inflential Vietcong bedded down so they would avoid killing them- my friend Hirohito taught me very well that if he had not been alive the people of Japan would have fought to the last man,woman and child. I marked the spots where each would drop each of their small bombs, giving them landmarks to see. My habit, to keep from getting lost, of looking for landmarks helped in this planning. I was really appreciating “walking into the lion’s den”- I learned until it was time to end the Vietnam War. President Johnson said to me to go for it and that he had told the aircraft carrier’s captain and the admiral to do whatever I said. Not necessary- teamwork had gotten the bombs to lined up for 7 days of one raid each day by the 5 pilots- only one raid per day so that the terrorized survivors could tell of their horror to the others. That tactic worked- as fast as each camp was bombed those survivors went peaceful- they learned the horror of bloodshed and body destruction. 9 days following my starting the F-series bombing raids there were no violent Vietcong. On the 10th day President Johnson said on tv that the obligation of the United States to France was completed as there was peace in Vietnam and that all US soldiers were being pulled out, except for a few within the City of Saigon. That few was 912 with none others in Vietnam 14 days after the start of the F-series bombing raids and that was only while Saigon people were being trained to be police for the first time ever.

Here I say the term terrorism is negative only in the minds of the individual- My use of terrorism stopped body bags from going to the United States and other countries from  Vietnam, and stopped as many Vietnamese being killed every month. Harry Truman and Dwight Eisenhower said to me terrorism stopped World War II in Europe and Japan.Those self-called peace people do not do any of the suffering and dying-their talk is cheap(not the money they make saying the pretty words).

            

Bobby Dias

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306,000 Vietcong Will Die

                                                     306,000 Vietcong Will Die

                           What you will read here is what was my part of the one result of the death of Ho Chi Minh in 1969: the need to stop the Vietcong clans in south-east asia as they killed whoever was in their way of getting food- prepared food because they were not farmers and chose not to prepare food because they considered themselves above cooking food and such menial activities that others on Earth do normally- I say that as a general rule put on the individuals and enforced by the leaders. As you will learn in this story, almost half of the Vietcong that died during this military operation was by gunshot in the back by their own when they tried to surrender.

 

                                           

To Me Comes The War

                     

My start and finish in this event of my life was in the small house in Santa Maria,California and all done by telephone-in my mind without aides like maps and fancy desks. I remember waking and thing of what to expect that day. Almost time for another report on Mao Zedong’s surveying for map making in south-east asia. As President Eisenhower had pointed to map making in South America as important for me to start there, I had also did that in China- then Mao had volunteered two of his survey crews to do the surveying in south-east asia. Much peace had been gained South America and China and then in south-east asia by settling boundaries BEFORE disputes would start. Queen Elizabeth may call about a project of hers- always a project for her! Today she would start calling me every day, sometimes many times a day, to learn what was the latest about the Vietcong. For the record Queen Elizabeth, after the deaths of this she did say that I should not write anything about it-but the various political parties are using the deaths as a false basis to gain support to raise money, so I write. Then President Nixon asked me to wait until after he passed from this life to write about this. But no one was trying to keep me from doing anything- in the 24 hours after the death of Ho Chi Minh every head of state on Earth called me, asking me and sometimes pleading to me to stop the Vietcong. With in two days they were up to killing 5,000 each day in their drive for food. In 24 hours President Richard was so overwhelmed by requests to have me stop the Vietcong that he issued a general order giving me command of the Armed Forces of The United States of America. Enlisted pay grade E-3 to the top was not a nice promotion to me- meant work! Work in a good sense- no fun and games and fame of generals and admirals, only work.

                                  Before I was given command I had already found the automatic weapons to given to the locals in the plan of mine- the locals doing the face-to-face fighting was important to me so that the future generations of south-east asia people would not be saying it was the Americans. The main fighters from the countries of Laos and Thailand and Cambodia and Republic of Vietnam(south) and Democratic Republic of Vietnam(north) would need good portable automatic rifles and, for the trap, stationary guns that were pure killing machines because of the mass rushing of Vietcong to them- similiar to World War I and World War II attacks that just plain rushed hundreds and thousands at a time.

                                  “I just said “for the trap”- my plan was to drive the Vietcong out of Vietnam into eastern Cambodia which was to be cleared of the 120 or so inhabitants. This drive moved them away from the other people of Vietnam that the Vietcong would otherwise have killed to steal their food. Having them in eastern Cambodia, the stationary guns would be put in place. These guns were delivered by US Army personnel who also gave instructions on how to use them. One note here: I chose these guns because of the inability of anybody besides the US to make the ammo- I did not want these thousand guns to be used in the future by locals to make war on each other.

                                  Getting the Vietcong was not simple- I did use a battleship and two cruisers to keep the Vietcong away from Vietnam’s east coast. My use of two-way radios and the many Vietnamese that knew english spotted very well for these big ships. Many Vietcong were found miles inland absolutely petrified because of the blasts where there was nothing to think of where they came from. The big US B-52 bombers that had been proved useless in Vietnam in 1967 was used in this military operation to scare the Vietcong into the killing machine stationary guns- in 1967 and before the Vietcong had plenty of time to run out of the flight path because the vibrations of the big planes could be felt more than 30 minutes before the first bomb dropped. Also, the allies had plenty of hand grenades that were used mainly to break up groups of Vietcong. Burma heard of the hand grenades and asked for 10,000. I asked why- they said to make roads! I found some army engineers to teach them other ways to move bounders and stuff. By the way, Burmese troops did one very important job- they patroled behind ally lines to shoot any Vietcong that slipped through. If the Vietcong surrendered fine but they were shoot if not surrendering. About surrendering- every morning for 3 hours, electronic sound systems, mostly bull horns, tried to get Vietcong to surrender. I had started with 40 US snipers to shoot any Vietcong that tried to stop other Vietcong from surrendering by shooting them in the back. The first few days in the “trap” proved to be about 59-60% of the Vietcong dead to have been shot in the back by their own. I found 540 more snipers- the end percentage of Vietcong dead by being shot in the back was 44%-134,000+ of the total 306,000. Only 912 Vietcong managed to surrender. I had hoped for much more to surrender. Once away from those that tried to make them live the Vietcong life these 912 lived well with others. Most wound up in Burma or Thailand or Laos-those countries were willing to take them in and had teams ready to transport them out of the war area.

                                          

Cleanup

                          

Before the Vietcong had been driven into the Trap I had some bulldozers set into the Trap area, with much fuel, for the Vietcong to bury their death but they did little of that;so, I had more bulldozers and fuel brought in- these for the allies to bury the Vietcong dead. There were reports of mass burials and bodies stacked up like cord wood. I can only say that it was either the Vietcong give up trying to being Vietcong or 14 million in southeast asia would have been killed by the Vietcong. I mention here that I could have found money for the food and food preparers to cook the food for all 306,000 Vietcong(overall, last the UN said to me, was that I had found and delivered,free of charge, 220+ million tons(net) of food to 100+ million people)- but to be given food would not be acceptable to the Vietcong. Ally dead: 998 plus 2 US soldiers- the US soldiers were killed during a sweep for loose Vietcong survivors. They were protecting Cambodia soldiers who were doing the actually checking. Regular Cambodia soldiers for the sweep- Pol Pot’s(Lon Noi) private army did the fighting in the western side of the Trap. During the sweep is when President Richard Nixon asked me to write about this operation after he passed from this life. For some years I did not because bad publicity may have harmed the career of my best friend Whitney Houston- her being murdered released me from that consideration. The 185 million in south-east asia now are safe from the Vietcong there has been was only this for me:

                        

                            1 tear for every Vietcong man whose hand I shook.

                         100 tears for every Vietcong child I taught to play ball.

                       1000 tears for every Vietcong mother I gave medicine to.

                     1,000,000 tears for every Vietcong baby I held in my hands.

                                              

Bobby Dias

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About Colonel Tom Parker and Elvis Presley

Elvis sought and got a stay away court order on “Colonel Tom Parker that kept him away personally and the recording studio and “anywhere that Elvis could logically be”. In a separate court action “Colonel” Tom Parker was court ordered to return to Elvis,by a third party, any and all property of Elvis Presley. The “Colonel” continued to receive his wages as stated in the contract- which the base was very little- it was the percentage of what he had helped create in income to Elvis that was enormous(I read and watched the recording contract signing of Elvis after he returned from his army service). In trying to get me to try to get Elvis to take him back Parker tried pretending to be crying and lying that Elvis was like a son to him and finally threatening me with death. Elvis had finally come out with saying what he thought of Parker: “a monster”(his exact term). Bye bye Parker, hello happiness for Elvis.

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I Am Alive

For those that saw the headstone on my future grave I say that I am alive and well with no plans on dying. For those that now wish to know what I am talking about here is a picture of the headstone:
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Greedy Democrats

A few years ago,under a different name on the internet, I got myself qualified to purchase radioactive material from the GSA. The US, mostly Democrats, making money selling the stuff is the how and why I know that the US is trying to stop people like Iran from cleaning and then selling the clean radioactive material.

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Santa Barbara Museum Of Art

The Santa Barbara Museum Of Art was established in 1960. I asked for the building from the federal government and they gave it to me(a little help from President Eisenhower and being Entertainer of the year on dozens of magazines probably made it hard for them to say no). I then set up the non-profit of the same name and collected the donations already pledged to convert the building to the art museum. The first time I was there the floor was thick of several years of dust from being closed- except for one set of foot prints that led to a dusty box where a very clean painting on a very clean easel was- an obvious fraud to lead me into thinking there was a previous art museum in that building. I did not say anything except to order the male and female to get out of and stay away from my property(the former Santa Barbara Post Office). The treasurer of the conversion of the property, Huguette Clark, got a court order served on those two scam people, ordering them to stay away from me and the property. They still tried to make money from donations-they were jail the last I heard of them. By the way, I had previously converted a music school into the Santa Barbara Museum of Natural History(I was named in the previous owner’s Last Will to do that coversion) I did both conversions no charge. No charge for my work of several major museum projects in California and in taking the closed Santa Barbara Zoo apart completely and redoing it.

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