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Seized Book Manuscripts of Bruce Gorcyca

 

 

REDACTED FROM MANUSCRIPTS AFTER FIRST SHOOTING INCIDENT:

Dateline: 1986-1987 – Miami Correctional Center (U.S. Bureau of Prisons)

 

 

Re: Jeb Bush, Felix Rodriguez, George Morales, Alberto Duque, Rene Benitez, Erling Ingvaldsen, Terry Nelson, Stephen Finta. Jesus Garcia, George H. Bush, Barry Seal, Anibal Aizprua. JS, & RC.

 

It was a bright sunny day, and I was taking my 15 daily laps around the lake to get some exercise. I figured that a 2 mile walk everyday would keep me relatively healthy and the Florida sunshine on my face felt so good. These walks also gave me plenty of time to reflect and think about my future. It also gave me the chance to meet the other prisoners. Many had very “interesting” stories to tell and once I learned I was not the only political prisoner at MCC Miami, and decided to write a book, I realized I had the best opportunity most journalists could only dream about. I had captive interview subjects by the dozens all around me. The hard part was finding them and befriending them – enough to earn their trust. At first I would not disclose that I would one day write a book that would mention their “sudden legal problems”. After I learned their stories, I would ask if I could share their stories in a book and many would say “absolutely not” or just walk away and never speak with me again. However at least half said they had no objections and quite a few wanted their stories told ASAP. They deeply yearned for vindication. After all most were betrayed, or at the very least, allowed to become sacrificial lambs of the elite.

 

I knew from the start this project would take me at least five years just to compile and cross-verify what I was hearing. The volume of information was overwhelming and details were difficult to extract. Some of the guys were scared and claimed family members in the free world were intimidated directly or indirectly. One fellow reported that his wife found their family pet, a miniature poodle missing one day. But only a few days later found the dog in their freezer with her hubby’s business card in the dog’s mouth with the words “silence is golden” written on the back of the card. Many feared that if they spoke up, new fake criminal charges would filed against them and merely increase the length of their stay at Club Fed. Others insisted their problem was temporary, and they would be released “soon” This group I called “the believers”. Luckily for me about half of them felt so isolated and helpless they were willing to talk to anyone who was willing to listen. So many claimed that only their lawyer and spouses would believe them. After all, their stories were, well… more than “unusual”. They accused government of officials of being drug smugglers. Not many Americans can wrap their heads around this reality. Even those that can often think it is their patriotic duty to ignore such crimes.

 

But after speaking with only my first six new “friends” I noticed a trend that could not be ignored – their stories seemed to overlap in one way or another. For example, they used some of the same banks, pilots, airstrips, or… had the same government people protecting them, and mostly in Florida. The names of Jeb Bush, Felix Rodriguez, and Nick Navarro came up quite often. I was already trained by Uncle Sam how to investigate, and I have to admit… I had to restrain myself from “getting ahead of the evidence”. Another trend I came across was an emotional one. So many of these prisoners were angry and felt a sense of immense betrayal, especially those connected with Jeb Bush who were assured they were helping the U.S. government fight the spread of communism in Latin America, and would never have a problem with the law because of their special status and friendship with the Vice President’s son. Some of them risked their lives and now as they discovered, their freedom to contribute to the black wars being fought behind the scenes by the CIA funded with drug monies. What really pissed these guys off however, was seeing that as much as 50% of the profits were being skimmed away by the “management”.

 

It was never in dispute that George H. Bush was the CEO and Jeb was looked upon as the “Customer Service Director” for Florida. Rodriguez, North, and Navarro were considered to be the COO, CFO, and CIO respectively. I would love to have been a fly on the wall when they held one of their board meetings. When pilot/smuggler Barry Seal was found executed in his Cadillac in 1987, federal agents barely raised an eyebrow when the found the personal cell phone number of Vice President Bush in the Caddy – the site of the execution.. Likewise, they were not surprised to learn that Governor George W. Bush was soon flying around the country in Barry’s Beechcraft King Air aircraft. Coincidence? Not if you read Daniel Hopsicker’s book “Barry and the Boys”, or spend an hour or two with Cuban Jesus Garcia, yet another political prisoner kept at MCC Miami, or his friend Jose Coutin who owned Tammaimi Gun Shop. The two men provided the Uzi sub machine gun used to assassinate Seal. They took their directions form a CIA operative whose name I agreed not to disclose, although Garcia’s former lawyer John Mattes can fill you in. Seal’s lawyer Uglesby already confirmed that about two weeks before Seal’s murder Barry had a passionate argument with the former CIA Director George H. Bush and threatened to go public if Bush could not get the IRS of his back. The IRS was demanding that Seal pay millions in taxes from his drug profits!

 

To be clear, many people I interviewed insisted that I never reveal their names and I have honored this commitment with them unless they were murdered or passed on. Surely they could have no objections at this point – at least that is my point of view. If I was a professional writer or journalist, I guess I would be ashamed of myself for not telling these people from the onset that I would seek and use information they shared with me as pieces of huge jig saw puzzle. But had I done so, I probably would never get past first base and still be in the dark like about 70% of the American public remain today. Most “truthers” know the score and only the alternate media and second tier mainstream media dare to report the truth. Mainstream Media in America is basically controlled by six companies whose board members have been in the bag for years, and mostly staunch Republicans. Ironically The Rolling Stone, Mother Jones, and sites like infowars.com have become more credible and courageous with real “news” than the Chicago Tribune.

 

Life outside of solitary confinement at MCC Miami was not so bad. Plenty of relative freedom and things to do, a weight shack, soccer field, basketball, tennis, and handball courts, and even a decent library. Many guys played cards or chess to consume their time. When I was not in solitary confinement, I was either in the Law Library or hunting down new friends to make, and interview with my daily walks.

 

The Coffee Kid…

 

I first saw him sobbing on one of the benches on the perimeter of the lake. I would see many such scenes during my 38 month visit but this one stood out for some reason. The young gaunt man with long rust colored hair did not look the part of a drug smuggler. He was unusually thin and, well… fragile. Some of the guys even thought he might be gay because of an almost feminine appearance. His soft spoken voice did not help to quell the false assumptions.

 

I sat down next to him and tried to offer some comfort “All of this will just be a bad memory one day” “Mi familia…” was all he could say (My family). I shifted from English to Spanish and reminded him that we all have families and we all felt the pain of separation. “None of us have control of anything here and now, so we just need to deal with the situation.” He nodded and the sobbing subsided and he thanked me for stopping to talk with him. He introduced himself and told me he had just been sentenced to 15 years. I explained that he really would only have to serve two-thirds of that time, but he said his lawyer Mr. Hogan already told him that. I then reminded him that most people involved in drugs and money laundering usually get 20-40 year sentences and so he should feel a bit lucky. He tried to smile a bit and our eyes connected for a brief second or two before the tears returned. To me it appeared he was still in shock at the thought of not raising his young children for the next 10 years or sleeping next to his wife. It was as if he was parachuted down onto a new alien planet. By his articulate conversation in both English and Spanish, I immediately sensed Alberto Duque was well-educated and from an upscale family back in Bogota. I assumed correctly as he told me his family owned Chase & Sanborn and two other coffee companies and were responsible for about 50% of Colombia’s coffee exports. Out of the blue he asked me “Do you believe in God?” I told him I would let him know as soon as my prayers were answered, or not.

 

I invited him to come see me in the law library and I could show him the various ways to obtain a sentence reduction either with a Rule 35 application, or a 2255 writ of habeas corpus. Of course when he told me his full name I was immediately familiar with his case. Not from what I read in the Miami Herald, but from what George Morales had told me about the guy and the “master plan” George had previously explained to me. I had just met Alberto Duque, the “Boy Coffee King” of Colombia, whose family had a net worth of almost $1Billion by some accounts.

 

This young Colombian was to play a key role in the growing drug trade, and like Morales was also told he would also have the personal protection of the Bush family. He told me many things that I would never have believed had I not met Morales, Betzner, Benitez, Garcia, and Aizprua. But now when he told me about the banks he agreed to set up for Jeb and how he allowed Felix Rodriguez and Oliver North to use his coffee company as a front, I never doubted a word he said. More than coffee beans would be shipped to America from his three coffee companies. But he would not be actively involved in that role, only as banker and director of City National Bank, a washing machine that would handle local Miami “situations” and one day, be taken over by Jeb Bush via the proxy of Don Beazley, a CIA asset well-known for his role in the Nugan Hand banks scandal of Australia. (A CIA money laundering operation during and after the Vietnam War related to black opium and heroin sales) The Nugan Hand Bank was caught laundering drug monies in the hundreds of millions for the Southeast Asian opium smugglers which often used military corpses and caskets for shipping containers of drugs – reported to be as much as 3 tons per week by a C-130 air crewman.. .It had a former CIA director on the board of directors, and many Swiss bankers fingered them for money laundering when it was convenient to do so, to ward off American investigations of their own government’s misdeeds.

 

Just as Jeb would keep an arm’s length distance to Mexico’s drug cartel chief Raul Salinas, he would do the same with Beazley and Duque although they met and dined together a few times according to Duque. But Alberto was tight-lipped about what they discussed and spoke in general terms and suggested that he was only providing “asset protection” or “discreet transfers” or “providing solid cover” for “Jeb’s people”. He never would say who exactly were Jeb’s people but mentioned he had met both Oliver North and Felix Rodriguez who Morales, Betzner, and Chism all confirmed were “Working with Jeb related to Florida shipments and money transfers.” As I pointed out previously, by working with convicted felons politicians always had plausible deniability as another Bush brother Neil clearly demonstrated in the Savings and Loan scandal in Colorado, and as Jeb himself proved with his dealings with fraudster Miguel Recarey and Robert Vesco in another Florida scandal.

 

Jeb was well-educated about the fine art of self-protection from incrimination and almost always used a disposable third party as an intermediary who could be easily discredited if investigators headed in his direction. Alberto Duque was just one of about a dozen “disposables”. It is now a matter of record that Jeb was once officially a CIA asset and his self-preservation and disinformation skills were part of his on-the-job training. Personally I have to give him credit for convincing so many intelligent people that they would be providing a valuable patriotic service to America that would earn them both millions and the personal protection of the Bush empire. Without a doubt, both Morales and Duque felt they operated with impunity which may account for the brazen manner both conducted other peripheral crimes that were bold by any standard. Duque was not convicted for any of his drug or money laundering services provided for Uncle Sam, but rather for $85 million in bank frauds that he felt would perhaps be “overlooked” because of his special relationship with Jeb.

 

According to one of my DEA sources, they were tipped off about Jeb in 1985 by an unexpected source – an employee of Noriega. Years later when I would find myself working at American Financial Group, in Aventura, Florida, I would conclude that the “leak” may have been directed by Noriega himself. (Chism, the President of AFG worked for the DoJ for 20+ years in Panama, and his wife was employed for years as Noriega’s personal banker and secretary. It is also rumored in Panama that she also gave birth to a child from the General). Chism himself painfully admitted to me that his wife Terry had an affair with the general seven years later when I worked for him at American Financial Group, located in all places, the City National Bank building. Chism was not really bitter about her romance with Noriega since he never would have met Teresita Tapia had he not been stationed in Panama and asked to consult with their president from time to time. Eventually he would become close personal friends and business partners with Noriega as explained in Chapters 24-26.

 

But now, as he sat alone on the bench, Duque had just finally realized, that neither Jeb nor the CIA was going to coming riding in on a white horse and rescue him as he truly once expected. In those few minutes on the bench, he came to grips with reality and his isolation, and the betrayal. Now he was clearly worried about something but it would take him a few days for him to trust me enough to share his story. For now he would only tell me that his wife, baby, and girlfriend would surely not wait 10 years for his freedom. He also felt badly for the public shame his arrest brought his famous parents back in Colombia. The shame he felt for his family was truly sincere and caused him the most grief of all.

 

Prison stays are tough on one’s soul. You discover emotions you never really felt before, but the isolation from family and friends is probably the worst. Being convicted and sentenced to years behind bars is an overwhelming reality that such depression and hopelessness that many prisoners surrender to suicide or at the other extreme, inspire escape attempts. I have seen both options executed as an observer, and felt blessed that my maximum stay could not exceed 38 months by law. Judge Hastings had assured me that I would be released in 10-13 months according to federal guidelines, but he never considered the “BOP corruption factor” as I explained previously.

 

Over the next week I spoke only a handful of times with this meek Coffee King of Colombia. America’s criminal justice system had broken his spirit and perhaps I met him at his low point in life – or at least his most humble. After conviction, most people have little left to hide. But Alberto could not let himself be 100% free. I could tell he was holding back something that was eating him alive from the inside out. I told him he’d feel a lot better if he would just let it all out. For some reason he could not. Then Morales joined us one day for coffee in the cafeteria and the conversation took off in Spanish. The topic was quickly focused on a common problem – JB. Both men were promised a legal rescue after the 1988 elections. Both men had been told to “be patient, be still, and be quiet”. Both men truly believed the promises would be kept. Maggie Morales, George’s wife was not so confident. .Her and I both told George not to believe anyone from the government, and I shared the same advice with Alberto.

 

George was promised a position that would replace Oliver North who was soon to be exposed and tainted by both House and Senate investigations. He was told that both Ochoa and Escobar would soon be “taken out” and “the company” would fill the void. His management skills and contacts in Colombia were valued and his future prosperity was assured. George believed he had a job waiting for him as a CIA operative in Colombia – if he just kept his mouth shut and did his time quietly for just the next two years. He would be able to resume his import/export business with total immunity…or so he was led to believe. Apparently George would be told anything to keep Jeb’s name out his tales of Central American adventure while talking to Maestri and Blum. (Ralph Maestri and Jack Blum were Congressional and Senate investigators at the time).

 

Alberto was told something similar but he would not elaborate in detail. He still felt a sense of loyalty to Jeb who he was counting on to get him pardoned when his father became President. In speaking with yet other prisoners including “delivery boys” from Ocean, Sun, and Continental Banks, I would eventually learn that Jeb was offering protection to local Florida bankers who provided “timely and discreet access” for projects he would swear were “government-sanctioned”. When I would eventually meet former Fort Lauderdale Sheriff Nick Navarro two years after my release, I would learn that Jeb was well-linked and informed from most all law enforcement agencies in Florida, although a few agents with the FDLE refused to play ball with the boys and their management careers came to an abrupt halt. One such black agent would later resign and become the City Manager for Opa Locka. Although he confided in me, I agreed to keep the details forever confidential.

 

One DEA agent would later tell me directly here in China “When Jeb was governor it seemed all of our Florida operations were being compromised, and when the NAFTA treaty was being promoted, we were not allowed to touch any big shipments from Mexico because Jeb was buds with Salinas.” Another DEA agent who threatened to expose the interference of law enforcement operations by father Bush was shot five times and left for dead. Amazingly he lived and remains a paraplegic today in South Florida. He shared only sparse details about his naïve attempt to shine a light on what he called “the real drug problem”, and only did so after I shared my IRS and prison experience with him. His wife and mine became friends but when I moved to Ohio, we lost touch with the couple. The disabled DEA agent did admit to both a pay-off and some threats to keep him quiet for the balance of his life..The sad part, is that JS told me that he recognized one of the voices of the three shooters to be one of his DEA colleagues. To be sure, everyone appears to have their price. I was proud to be a friend of former DEA agent JS. His story awakened me to the real dangers of telling the truth – even as a federal agent. Today he still endures life in his Florida wheelchair.

 

Total page count of the stolen book manuscripts was 839 pages. It took me two weeks to read the damn thing. Only five chapters of thirty-nine dealt with the government drug smuggling and another four chapters explains how Wall Street launders the money in exchange for 10% and immunity.

 

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But what I would learn from Navarro would be the most shocking of all. According to Nick, Jeb had boasted that he “would make an example out of Morales” less than two weeks before Morales’s sudden death. George died the day before he was to meet with Congressional investigators in Washington who were seeking criminal investigations and indictments based on information learned during Senator Kerry’s Senate investigation of the Contragate fiasco. Much of what Morales and his pilot Betzner testified about were behind closed door hearings and never made public. Some of that testimony was about Jeb Bush being an “emergency contact person” So when Morales was only 24 hours away from becoming a disclosure threat in a free world, he was prommptly silenced by those having the most to lose. Morales supposedly slipped on a bar of soap and died in prison. Yet another source claims Morales’s death was faked and that he was secretly released, only to be shot in the head at a red light with an assumed name on the driver’s license found in his wallet. Only Maggie Morales knows the real truth, and she is not talking. Either way, George Morales is conveniently dead.

 

Nick professed he was no longer in the game at this point in time, but his bag man (Scotty Gallin) told me otherwise. Nick Navarro was a heavyweight himself in South Florida, but he readily admitted, “you don’t want to **** with the Bush family” to whom he acknowledged put his law enforcement on the fast track when Vice President Bush appointed him as the Florida Drug Tsar (South Florida Task Force Director). Nick claimed to have a “solid relationship” with the Bushes although he poked fun at W, and suggested that Jeb was the most “cunning” of all the brothers. Why he said that, was not explained, but it was surely said with conviction. While Nick implied Jeb arranged for the murder of Morales he failed to mention his own murder of drug dealer Vic Simone and at least three others that were taken “deep sea fishing” and used for bait while wearing handcuffs according to Scotty Gallin who was at the helm of the boat. (Ingvaldsen and Benitez can fill you in about the murder of Simone). Atty. Kirk Girbach can confirm why Navarro asked to meet with me thrice… to help him launder a pile of cash he accumulated and to promote his new security equipment company. It was a take it or leave it package deal. I passed as I feared I might be targeted for yet a second set-up.

 

The point I want to drive home about these personal meetings and conversations I had with these people, is that no one person including Duque, could be believed on the merits of their own anecdotes since all the witnesses (other than Navarro) were becoming convicted felons - by design. But collectively, all of them provided pieces of a big jig saw puzzle, and the pieces were falling into place without having to force a single piece into position. I never once had to force a square peg into a round hole so to speak. The overlap of their stories confirmed the obvious. The Bush family replaced both the Ochoas and Escobars as the new Royal Family of cocaine in the Americas. What might be hard to confirm in a court of law was sadly confirmed by their common fates as political prisoners. In this regard Wall Street Journal writer Johnathan Kwitny and I made the same observation in our brief “unauthorized meeting” that Morales arranged in the prison visiting room. Johnathan and I agreed to meet officially in a few weeks, but others would make sure that meeting would not take place. Before passing away suddenly of cancer, Kwitny’s book “Crimes Of Patriots” became a best seller. I highly recommend it to all who want to know the truth about the Iran Contra scandal. By the way, Morales also went out of his way to introduce me to Ralph Maestri the white-haired Congressional investigator, and attempted to do the same with Jack Blum, the Senate investigator but some prison officials interfered and made that introduction impossible. Morales and Betzner turned out to be two great friends in time of need. Our common plights as political prisoners provided a bond that only soldiers at war can appreciate.

 

Only because of my genuine friendships with Morales, Betzner, and Gallin did I take a real interest in what was developing – a hostile take-over of the drug trade. Morales correctly predicted that both Ochoa and Escobar as well as minor players like Falcon and Lehtiner would all be replaced by North’s team that had been actively recruited by North and Rodriguez. Only when Eugene Hasenfus fell out of the sky one fine day in Central America did most people even see the tip of the clandestine iceberg that is still adrift today. After that **** hit the proverbial fan (Iran Contra Scandal) it was Jeb who decided a new recruitment team should be set up and headed by a senior FBI agent named Terry Nelson and his front man Attorney Stephen J. Finta of Fort Lauderdale. I write about this special relationship between Finta and Nelson in another chapter, but for now suffice it to say, that their recruitment scheme was absolutely brilliant. Former CIA operative Dois “Chip” Tatum acknowledged that he had met Nelson at the South Florida home of the Bush family. Navarro suggested that Nelson wanted to recruit Tatum for “Team Bush” but Chip was not interested. I suppose, that like me, he probably had his own reasons.

 

The new team also had to abandon the shipments to Florida military bases and opted for a new, quiet, but lengthy, Northern route into Canada and selected remote air strips in Quebec (Chapeau) and Saskatchewan (Weyburn). They would take advantage of the sparse population, legal venues of indian lands and unguarded borders. Law enforcement officials in these remote areas were not focused on drug interdiction and were quite easy to bribe. Nelson and Finta however would need help and some distribution in Canada as well. According to my inside sources who worked for Nelson for 10+ years and jailed Hells Angels I met in Canada, they found this help with three men, Ross Fischetti of Ottawa, Mike Huxtable, a suspected intelligence operative for Canada (unconfirmed but RCMP sources insist his paycheck comes from Ottawa) and a corrupt RCMP Colonel from Montreal named Pierre Jeanette.

 

Recruitment for the new “Northern Operations” began in 1987 at MCC Miami as federal prisoners serving long sentences were offered their freedom in exchange for their employment. Nelson and Finta quickly recruited Erling Ingvaldsen. Eduardo Garray, and pilots Curt Emmer and Greg Sitzman, Rene Benitez was also recruited with assurances that he would be released without any new charges in 1993-1994. Even from MCC Miami he was able to assist with making “business connections” to help grow the new operation in Colombia where Rene was a big dog in the Cali Cartel (His case was quite unique and handled personally by Finta) Benitez was in fact released as promised and arranged for by his recruiters, but was later grabbed by honest DEA agents in 1995 and returned to America to stand trial for the 1982 shooting of another DEA agent in Colombia. Rene and I were briefly cellmates for about two weeks at MCC Miami, long enough for him to learn of my background and vice-versa. It was Rene who would suggest I meet his lawyer Steve Finta, who would ultimately become one of my greatest foes in life, and the guy who would boast to fellow Finta client Erling Ingvaldsen that a contract was taken out to have me killed for blowing his FBI paid informant cover. In fact, he kept his word and in 1994 a Latino shooter tried to fulfill that contract in a drive by shooting. Fortunately a pay telephone took the bullet destined for my head at Fort Apache Marina in Miami. But let me digress back to 1987…still imprisoned at MCC Miami. (See the sworn affidavit of witness Erling Ingvaldsen or go pay a visit to Rene Benitez who loves to talk about old times)

 

Surprisingly, because of my 7 years in Puerto Rico and my Caribbean patrol experience with the U.S. Coast Guard, friendship with local officials and Lt. Luis Irizarry of the NIC (Puerto Rico’s version of the DEA), I would be one of those targeted for recruitment, even though Puerto Rico was more than 1,800 miles from Canada. It turned out that Nelson wanted to set up a remote airstrip in Southwest Puerto Rico for “Plan B” scenarios and as relay and refueling station, as well as decoy target site when aircraft were known to be tailed by law enforcement. Also drugs brought into Puerto Rico could easily be reshipped directly into any U.S. city without Customs clearance since Puerto Rico is a U.S. territory. Nelson also had plans to set up a front air freight company at the old Ramey AFB to be able to fly huge loads into Canada on C130s and an old Electra Cargo plane used previously by Levi Strauss to fly blue jeans into Boston from Puerto Rico. The aircraft was a common site in Puerto Rico and would never be suspect. My meetings with both Nelson and Finta are detailed in chapters 27-29. I gave a video tape of Nelson to Paul Szabo, when he was a member of Parliament. A similar video tape was sent by fedex to FBI Director Mueller, in 2001. Photographs of the handsome blonde, just like Huxtable are purged from the internet. BTW… The corrupt FBI Terry Nelson should not be confused with another federal agent named Terry Nelson who retired from Border Patrol service with the INS and now works with LEAP in their pioneering efforts to legalize marijuana.

 

Nelson obviously did his homework on me. He knew all about my friendships with Mayors Joaquin Acevedo and Alfredo Gonzales (Aguadilla), Benjamin Cole (Mayaguez) Vincente (Isabela) as well as my friendships with local Senators (Noel Bermudez and Tony Faz Alzamora). He knew that as Chairman of the Ramey Community Council I had access to Governor Romero Barcelo and just about any government official in Puerto Rico.

 

As a PADI scuba instructor and Coast Guard patrol and rescue boat coxswain, he was well aware that I knew the western coastline of Puerto Rico and the location of every major reef that could sink a boat in minutes for those not familiar with the submerged obstacles. While in the Coast Guard we had to remove a handful of those boats that were impaled on the reefs and/or rescues their occupants. Only the foolish, brave, or knowledgeable would dare to bring in drugs by boat into western Puerto other that the deep water port of Mayaguez used by Starkist’s and other tuna fleets. But Mayaguez was a busy port that was well-watched and patrolled by local law enforcement for human trafficking of Dominicans and cigarette smugglers. Mayaguez harbor is famous for yet another reason. It is the local “garbage disposal” for Puerto Rico’s underbelly of unwanted people and witnesses that are regularly thrown into the shark infested waters created when Starkist cannery ships pump their bilges every day with the best tuna chum in the Caribbean. It would be the most risky port to use for drug importation due to police and marine patrol scrutiny.

 

“Eddie used the machine to count out $1,25 million from $16 million in cash Finta had dropped off at the office earlier in the week. He asked my help in banding the money and he took his Cartier pen to print initials on the bands “JB” and twenty five of them had the letter “K” scribbled on them. He then reached behind his desk and put a fancy Versace bag on his desk which he filled with the money. On the top he placed a folded sweater to conceal the cash.

 

He handed me the bag and gave me instructions to hand deliver it to a woman named Katherin Harris who would meet me at the Hilton Hotel in Boca Raton. I asked him who Katherine was and he casually replied,” just a client who needs som cash for an emergency”. I had no reason not to believe him but I assume Katherine had to be one of our VIP clients since the only other clients who received this special room service delivery was Noriega’s wife from time to time, and an man named Charles Fix (phonetic)

 

He handed me the bag and a yellow sticky with the address of the hotel. I aksed if he needed a receipt. Eddied replied that it was “not necessary” and further advised me to meet only with her and privately. I was not to ask any questions or answer any questions. “Just give her the bag and be friendly and polite. And make sure JB gets $1 million and she can keep the change” He then cautioned me about speeding so a nosey cop would not delay the delivery. It suddenly dawned on me that I had no clue what this “Katherine” even looked like. So just as I was getting a physical description from Chism, my phone rang. When I answered I looked at Eddie with a laugh, it was Harris herself and Eddie explained he had given her my number in case we had difficulty finding one another. Strangely though, he had not given me hers.

 

Ms. Harris apologized but told me “There is a change of plans Tony and I have to go to Tallahassee. So you will need to deliver my package to my good friend Daniel on Singer Island instead.” I reluctantly agreed and she gave me an address on Singer Island. That address was already familiar to me since my old friend Elvin Feltner also lived in the same area on the posh upscale island where $5 million would get you a studio apartment. I asked for Daniel’s phone number in case there were any problems getting in the gated community. She told me that Daniel already had my number.

 

When I said good bye, I was getting flashbacks to when Eddie wanted me to deliver that locked briefcase to Venezuela regarding the Chavez plan cooked up by him and Rodriguez. I looked at Chism and asked, “Hey Eddie, why do I feel like this could be a set-up?” I explained the change of plans and asked him how well he knew this Harris woman. He just let out a sigh with a scowl on his face. Although he didn’t answer my question I could tell he was either pissed off or frustrated. “Problems in Paradise?” I asked.

 

Chism then just blurted out “That Bush gang is a greedy bunch.” I then realized that Katherine must somehow be connected to the Noriega deal Eddie mentioned to me a while back. I surmised that this $1.25 was going to be another installment payment for Noriega’s reduced sentence or a new trial. Eddie previously told me how the terms of the deal kept changing and now he was beginning to think he was being milked like a cow. I suggested that he should have set up the deal differently in the first place, and he just glared at me and told me “you better get going Captain”. Eddie was a lot easier to talk to after he had a few drinks in him that would melt away the Hitler façade, usually after three drinks. In fact Phillip Siegel often referred to Eddie as "Adolf" or "Hitler" openly in the office. When he was sober, he could be quite the as*hole,and this was no secret to anyone who worked in the City National Bank building. They all met the true Eddie when someone innocently parked in his reserved parking space and he was forced to park his Mercedes on the street. He made such a loud stink with security,that people gathered around thinking there was a fist fight going on. Eddie demanded that a tow truck be “summoned immediately” to haul away the invading Porsche that happened to belong to a local porn star people much preferred over Chism.”

 

 

The below were all contained in Gorcyca's manuscripts; City National Bank was one of three South Florida Banks used by Jeb and his friends. This is also where Amercan Financial Group called "home".

Drug runs to America before 1990 went to destinations in South Florida and Mena, Arkansas according to Gorcyca's manuscripts. But after 1990 they headed North to Halifax, then on to Chapeau Airfield in Montreal and Weyburn, Saskatchewan where 70% went into Montana and the other 30% distributed in Canada with biker ganges. See the link below.

 

 

Bruce Anthony Gorcyca is also known as "Tony" to his friends and the FBI in Miami, Florida where he was recruited to be an informant against American Financial Group by a honest and naive FBI agent named "Maury" who at that time did not know that AFG was a government front company used to launder drug monies on Wall Street for members and associates of the Bush family. Below is some more of his book manuscripts, the bulk of which were seized by not-so-naive, and not so honest FBI agents. BTW, it seems that Maury was co-workers with corrupt FBI agent Terry Nelson and Paul Miller at the Miami FBI office at the time. According to manuscripts remains that were given to me to hold, "Tony" (Bruce) worked at AFG from early1994 to the end of 1996. "XXXX" is a honest veteran DEA agent who was determined to expose the drug ring run by Jeb Bush into Canada for more than a decade.

 

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"Tony, you are damn lucky to be alive really. Even Maury was worried they might come after him as well. They are making billions and there is no U.S. attorney with the balls to take this before a grand jury. Besides, there are many AFGs. They seem to pop up like flies on shi*t all over the place. There are at least a dozen in the tri-state area and a handful in the Washington suburbs. They were worried about you exposing the Saudi connections, and of course, the Bush-Noriega deals.

 

I spoke with Emmer and although he cooperated he said he could never testify. The bastards gave him cancer anyway. At this time I did not even know that Curt was sick. It would be another year before Erling would tell me that one of Nelson’s favorite pilots was laid up in the VA hospital in South Florida and wasting away. Erling told me he was there at his bedside when Curt Emmer passed away, but at least he left a statement confirming what we all know to be true… that Jeb Bush was directing Nelson’s smuggling team for years, and it was just one of a few funded by the CIA.

 

I could not get over the fact that taxpayers are paying the DEA to stop the flow of drugs into North America and also funding the CIA to bring the white gold in! Surely someone with a brain at the Government Accounting Office must be hip to the extra moneys on the CIA books – unless of course, the drug profits were taken off the top for Bush and his payroll. According to XXXX this was exactly the case.

 

XXXX had spent over 17 years working with the DEA and most of this time was on the South Florida Task Force but he was one of a few elite investigators to look into Jeb’s dealings with Raul Salinas of Mexico, and of course Jeb’s dabblings in Canada surfaced when he was following the money trails. I wish I had only have of XXXX's resources available to me.

 

I only had witnesses and my old sources from MCC and Duque clammed up the day he left prison. I tried to get permission to visit Rene Benitez but was denied. Finta and Nelson strung him along for years, even after his release, but surely once he was free the leverage swung over to Beniitez who could expose the Columbian side of things. But as I was told, after the Ochoas and Pablo Escobar were taken out, the Bush family made it clear with the murders of Seal, Morales, and Molina that loyalty and strict allegiance was mandatory to remain alive.

 

Thus Carlos Lehder joined the Bush camp and was given full logistical support and clearances to operate from the Bahamas without American government interference nor disruption. It is still not known if Nelson is his handler or if he is working with another group XXXX was investigating at the time we met. Dennis Dayle, John Lawn, and other DEA veteran senior agents were furious when they learned it was the CIA who arranged the murder or DEA agent Kiki Camarenas and they were determined to expose team Bush anyway they could. XXXX told me that over a dozen agents leaked information to the media including 60 minutes Producer Don Hewitt who finally told one of them “I got the messages, but there is nothing I can do. my hands were tied long ago after we didn’t cooperate on a Mossad story.” Their efforts were in vain and both men received death threats before and after they retired. I was beginning to follow up a lead I had from a Mexican intelligence agent when I was suddenly told I had 30 days to leave Canada or I would probably be “rendered” by the Americans. The tip came only three days before the letter from Immigration Canada that officially confirmed I was being asked to leave Canada for a second time, even though, just like the first time, I had entered legally with my own passport, violated no laws, and had every legal right to remain in Canada with my Canadian wife and kids. (See Chapters 33-35 for details on that bizarre episode).

 

XXXX confirmed my own conclusion as to why none of the Wall Street banksters were being prosecuted despite the overwhelming evidence they acquired against Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs, HSBC, Bear Stearns, J.P. Morgan, and of course, the largest PE group in the world Carlye. 20%-25% of all trading volume on U.S. stock markets, at least 15% of the London Exchange and at least 30% of Asian stock markets were funded with narco dollars and all the players knowingly participate – even today. If Congress or some renegade federal judge ordered Jamie DImon and all of his Wall Street colleagues to take a polygraph test and taped it all, it would be better comedy than any Punked or Candid Camera video episode ever seen.

 

Only the 79 federal agents assigned to the Wall Street Corruption task force from the IRS, DEA, and FBI knows why the WTC7 building had to be demolished on 911 even though nothing struck the building - it was where over 300 boxes of documentary evidence and audio recordings were being collected.[/SIZE][SIZE=3][/SIZE][SIZE=3]23 top Wall Street executives Country-Wide CEO[/SIZE][SIZE=3] Angelo Morillo, Lloyd Blankfein, [/SIZE][SIZE=3]Tim Geitner, John Mack, Jimmy Cayne, Stanley O'Neal, Robert Rubin, Jamie Dimon, were all targeted for arrest following a 18 month investigation that started with a single tip that Elliot Spitzer’s office turned over to the feds that the SEC was actually protecting Bush cronies and even destroyed incriminating evidence against some of the Harriman family members that could easily implicate both Don Gregg and the Bush family.[/SIZE][SIZE=3][/SIZE][SIZE=3]It was revenge from this tip that launched the smear campaign to bring down Spitzer with his extramarital affair. Just like Nick Navarro once told me, "Nobody fuc*s with the Bush family and gets away with.”

 

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XXXX confirmed that his team intercepted a message that Jamie Dimon had requested a private meeting with Dick Cheney about how to deal with Spitzer and about getting the SEC to just intercede and “put the matter to bed" What matter? XXXX said he could not tell me just yet, but if he was successful, he would “send you the news clipping”. Apparently Cheney did not know a criminal investigation had already been launched, and was even exploring his own dealings with Enron. Even though the statute of limitations had expired for fraud on the Enron deal, the murders of FBI informant Alain Chalem negated the statute of limitation problem.

 

Unfortunately neither XXXX nor his task force team colleagues were aware that the NSA was snooping on them, but at whose direction was not known. (my guess would be Don Gregg, Felix Rodriguez, or one of the Bush boys)

 

It was also about this time that a deal was being cut with my Canadian friend Jon Pierre Gonyou in LA to cooperate with XXXX’s team in exchange for immunity. XXXX told me it was then that he first heard my name and how I had worked at AFG for two years and arranged the off-shore introductions for the $20 million secret Enron deal that Gonyou and Chalem agreed to undertake for the Washington buyers. Within 18 months both Chalem and Gonyou would be murdered. Chalem was found shot in the head five times, and Gonyou’s death was made to look like a heroin overdose in Beverly Hills. Gonyou’s wife Melanie was also present in the Bahamas when the deal went down and only recently in 2010 agreed to give a statement. I had tried to get her to come testify at my extradition hearing in 2001 but after Pierre’s sudden death she was terrified to do anything more than breathe, and even asked me not to call her again. Until I met XXXX I honored her wishes.

 

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When Marley, Coleman, and the other two agents came to visit me in Canada to discuss a deal in January of 2001 they agreed with me about both the Russian shooter and the motive for Chalem’s murder. Although I already knew Al was an FBI informant the agents would not confirm it directly, yet they let it leak that he “was wired 24/7”. They were the second confirmation I got about the wire, the first came from the triggerman himself who had also made a trip to Toronto to see me in 2001 when he learned the feds had lied to him and leaked a fake tip about Chalem. A tip that ended Chalem’s life. Chalem himself told me he was not going to leave the country even though he had received identical death threats as myself during the very same period of time. Without telling me that he was an FBI informant straight away, he did tell me in our last telephone call that he “was under 24/7 surveillance by the feds” and therefore he even joked “I have the best bodyguards in America and for free too!” XXXX’s information also confirmed that Chalem was executed while being surveilled by the FBI.

 

Surveillance teams are two man teams so its not likely both men were snoozing. Whoever was monitoring the wire on Chalem heard the conversation or argument exchanged before the bullets were fired from two different guns. As far as I know there was only one shooter but the feds claim otherwise. This would not be the first time the feds hampered third party investigations by leaking “red herrings”.There may have been two visitors, but there was only one shooter, and he met Chalem the same place I did – at the Russian tea room in New York. Yes, the feds, Al, and I all spoke to the same triggerman, yet he will never be arrested, and the feds and I both know the reason is the entity who bought those $20 million of unregistered Enron shares offshore in a private purchase Dick Cheney’s IBC (according to Pierre Gonyou and Nick Navarro’s bagman Scotty Gallin).

 

Alfred Manfedonia, a knowledgeable Wall Street veteran insider can better explain than I how the SEC is known to often subvert and head off criminal investigations into the largest insider trading and stock fraud cases, as Harvey Pitt was known to do frequently, just as most of his predecessors. Manfredonia has many first-hand experiences he has shared publicly before on the “Deep Capture” message boards and in more than a dozen New York State law suits. Remember, the SEC director is a “political” appointee and therefore they are beholding to those who can also remove them from office as well as appoint them. So when Dimon asked for Cheney’s ear and help in 1999 it was probably to seek some SEC interference into the money laundering probes he knew were coming to Wall Street. Spitzer’s informant was causing a lot of raised eyebrows in all the wrong places.