[PART 4]

In January of 2007 my wife and I had been Dobson Cellular customers for fourteen years, but all of a sudden the phones became almost useless. I had always experienced good quality phone service with Dobson up until this point and you can probably imagine how terrible it is to fight something so senseless..

I was at the quick stop on the corner of Colorado and Country Club on February 3rd 2007 when I saw an old friend that had been working for the City of Elk City for many years. I was telling him about everything that was going on and he had some very troubling things to tell me about the guy that was stalking my wife.

He said that Eddy sold dope for the cops and things were real dirty in this town. He told me that I should call the Federal Communications Commission about the phone tampering and I should also call the U.S. Marshall Service about some of the other difficulties.

I went home to get the number to the F.C.C. and I dialed it The call wouldn't connect and I tried over a dozen times but the call just hung there. At this time my other phone started ringing and it was a customer that has been using my service since the beginning.

I will refer to him as Joe and at all cost his identity will always stay a secret. I believe the people he's connected to may have saved my life and things could have ended up a lot worse if they hadn't attempted to do something.

He told me not to try to call the F.C.C. anymore and I needed to come by his place immediately. I got in my van and quickly drove to his apartment. My heart was racing and I was pretty shaken up. 

I didn't know what to think about his phone call and it seemed like some kind of weird prank. He told me to come inside so I followed him inside his apartment at Heritage House. As soon as we got inside we sat down and began to talk.

I asked him if he had been drinking and he said "Not yet". I tried to laugh it off, but he wasn't even smiling. He pointed at a flag on the wall that said "kill'em all and let God sort'em out" and I said "isn't that a term that was used in Vietnam".

He began to tell me that he heard about Beckham County back in the 70's when he lived on the east coast and he had came here to join the underworld. I still at this point thought it was some kind of twisted joke, but I couldn't help to recall trying to call the FCC so many times and all the unreal phone problems.

He began to tell me that the District Attorney had a secret investigator on me and he only knew a first name, Chad. He said that the guy had recently been arrested for domestic abuse and I immediately knew who he was referring to. .

Chad B. had tried to start a fight with me inside the cab on several occasions while I was giving him and several other people a ride home from a bar. By this point Joe definitely had my undivided attention and I had a bad feeling on the back of my neck.

He told me that I had always been good to him and his family and he wasn't going to let these people get away with what they were planning. He never would say exactly what that was and he would only look away when I asked him if he thought I could get hit.

He then said that some people were prepared to offer me all the cab rides I could do if I didn't make any accusations, demands, threats, or call the F.C.C. He said not to make any waves whatsoever and everything would be fine..

I told him how crazy that sounded and that all I wanted was an apology for what had happened. I think he could sense that I was going to have trouble letting it go and I think I was numb from what he had just told me. He said I didn't have any choice except to take this deal and he told me to just take the money for the rides.

We talked for a while and he told me that the corruption had gotten so in this country that it could make the whole government collapse and he said the police were very afraid of the people that were controlling things. I wish I would have stayed at his house longer and I have regretted every day not talking to him more about this mess.

I should have left town for a few days so this deal could sink in and I was angry and scared at the same time. For the next two weeks I had all the rides I could do and it even seemed as if I got a lunch and dinner break. People that had previously been so rude and hard to deal with were all of a sudden being so nice by tipping me.

I think this started to take its toll on me because it made my business feel like a joke and I was pretty sure that a lot of the people didn't really need a ride. Every time they would get in the van and tell me what a great job I was doing, the more this crooked deal seemed to eat on me.

It wasn't just about the money and my business really meant something to me [crazy huh]. One day about two weeks after the meeting with Joe I was eating dinner at my house with my wife and a driver that I had hired by the name of Jason Brock.

I had been thinking about this deal that had been presented and all of a sudden I just got really mad. I told Jason that I was sick of this town and I was going to do something about it.

After we finished eating we left the house to do some rides and since it was Jason's second day, I wasn't ready to turn him loose with the van yet. I started calling some of the people that I suspected of being involved in the corruption and asking them questions.

I remember several of them made remarks like don't ask questions or just take off for a few days. I was asking for an instruction booklet since it was a new kind of taxi service and I think I angered a few people with my comments.

I called the F.C.C. and actually got through to someone. I was connected to a lady by the name of Theresa Kinsey and she works in the Consumer and Governmental Affairs Bureau at the Federal Communications Commission in Washington D.C.

She seemed very concerned by what I was telling her and then all of a sudden I got a message on my Sprint phone that said Sprint Washington on the screen of the phone. I told Theresa about the message and she told me to hang up and call the message center to check the message then call her back.

I called the message center but there was no message so I called her back and she sounded like she was afraid. She said she had an attorney in her office and she couldn't help me. I told her that I thought the message was on her end and she told me I should go to Hollywood with my story.

I actually did go to Hollywood in the fall of 2008 and I'll talk about that later on. I think I was so irritated by what she told me that it only made me want to fight all this even more and I really thought someone at the F.C.C. would at least ask a few questions about this many phone crimes. I've filed several complaints with them and it's always the same old thing.

A few hours after my call to the F.C.C. Jason and I picked up a female customer that I knew fairly well and were taking her across town. All of a sudden we had a pickup pull out in front of us and another pickup came up close to our back bumper then another one was beside us on the left.

We were driving down Third Street by Carl's Junior and it seemed as though these pickups were trying to scare us. The customer and Jason both looked afraid because they were both aware of what had went on in the past few weeks.

The pickup to our left rolled down the window and the passenger flicked a lit cigarette butt against the side window of my van. There were at least a half dozen four wheel drive pickups close to us it was scary.

By the time we had reached Washington and 3rd Street we were all three very concerned about the behavior of all these vehicles. The one in front of us kept slowing way down and the pickup that the cigarette had came from was swerving back and forth in an unsafe manner.

I told Jason to pull into Homeland parking lot to try to get away from them and he did. We sat there for a moment and some of the pickups started circling the block. They were intentionally reeving up their engines as they would drive by and I couldn't believe how stupid things were getting.

I asked Jason and April both what they thought we should do and they didn't know. I told them I was going to call a local lawyer that I knew so I could ask him about the deal not to call the F.C.C. and also to tell him about these terrorists that were jacking with us.

When I called the lawyer on his cell phone it was probably around 9 p.m. I began telling him what was going on with these vehicles and he started asking for a description of the pickups. I also told him about Joe presenting a deal not to call the F.C.C. and all of a sudden he said "Randy go to the emergency room."

This caught me off guard and I told him that I had two other people with me that were afraid. I asked the lawyer if we should go to the police station and he clearly said "no don't go to the police station go to the emergency room now".

I had the phone on speaker so April and Jason could both hear what was being said and the lawyer said he had to get off the phone. I think we were all in shock and I told Jason to drive us to the emergency room.

As we drove toward the hospital the pickups stayed behind us and it was way more than an over active imagination that all three of us had. I don't really think I would have been near as concerned if there hadn't been so many vehicles that were clearly going out of their way to terrorize us anyway possible.

We pulled into the parking lot of the E.R. and sat there for a minute talking about what had just happened and we all were very relieved that the pickups were not coming near us still. After we sat there about five minutes I told Jason to drive us to the police station because I was going to tell them about all this weird stuff that had been going on.

I will tell you that the lawyer that told us this is very well known and respected around this town. I don't think it would be fair to him if I put his name in this story even though Jason and April were fully aware who was on the other end of the phone.

Nobody was at the window when I went inside the police station so I rang the bell. Officer Scotty Tice came to the window and I told him I needed to speak with an officer about some problems. A few minutes later Officer Steve Bonds opened up the door and let me in.

I began telling Bonds what was going on and he said he had to make a phone call. A few seconds later Officer Tice sat down at the table I was at and he wanted to know what was going on. I told him some of the details and he seemed to get an evil look on his face.

I told him I had to go and I headed outside to get in the van. Officer Bonds came running out of the police station with Tice behind him and they came up to the side of the van that I was on. I rolled down the window and Officer Bonds said they needed me to come back inside for a few more minutes.

I told them we were busy and we had to go. Bonds again said "we really need you to come back in for just a few more minutes" and I said that we've already been here too long. I then told Jason to back up and as we were leaving I told these officers that I'd be in touch.

A few days later I saw several police officers that I knew at a quick stop and I started telling them about this deal that had been presented to me. I told them I was afraid  the people who were being told to ride with me were transporting illegal drugs and I asked them what I should do.

The first one to answer me was an officer that at that time was in charge of the other uniform officers. His name is Bob Turner and he moved a few years ago. He told me "you should probably just let them deal their dope through the cab and  maybe it will get better if you stay quiet about things". The other police officers name is Chris Black and he said "just run your taxi blindfolded and pretend it isn't happening".

About 3 p.m. on  February 23rd 2007 [about three weeks after my meeting with Joe and about a week after the incident with the vehicles on 3rd Street] I was eating dinner with a friend at the Hog Trough on Main Street. A phone call came in from a private number and my friend answered it.

He handed me the phone and said it was Hank with drug task force. I said hello and Hank Twyman said "Randy we need you over at drug task force." I told him to give me fifteen minutes and I would be there.

We finished eating and headed over there. I figured we were just going to pick someone up like usual but when we pulled in the overhead door on the west side of the building began to open.

Hank came out and said "Randy we need to see you inside." I got out and my friend Seveno asked me if I was going to be alright. I told him that I didn't know what it was about and I walked inside.

Hank pushed the button to close the door and I saw R.C. Daniel inside holding a cup in his hand. I asked R.C. what this was about and he said someone told him that I thought the Mexican Mafia was after me.

I asked why we were in the back of the building instead of the office and R.C. said that he needed me to take a drug test. He handed me a cup and I filled it about half way up.

After I gave him the cup of urine he put a stick in it. A few seconds later he said "it's hot and it has got everything in it". I told him that it didn't have anything in it unless he put it there and I asked him to show me where the test said that I was positive for drugs. He shook the cup and said "oh it's clear it just took a little longer."

At this time Hank pulled out his firearm and said that he heard that I was making threats towards them. He never pointed the gun directly at me, but he said "we should just finish you off right now."

I asked that they tell me exactly what was going on and Hank put his firearm back in the holster then said "you're free to go." He pushed the button to raise the overhead door up and I drove out of there.

Seveno started asking me what just happened and he said I was white as a ghost. I drove about a quarter of a mile toward my house and I made it almost to the Elk City Airport before I had to pull over. I had to throw up and I was real sick to my stomach.

Around the 1st of March 2007 I switched my phone service from Dobson Cellular over to U.S. Cellular hoping that things would get better, but it was even worse. The phones were constantly roaming even though I wasn't out of town. Lots of weird noises were on the phones especially when someone tried to call and it's a sick bunch of people that have pulled all this off.

After only a few months with U.S. Cellular I switched my number over to Sprint and it's so aggravating to pay for a phone service that is almost useless. I was really hoping that somebody at one of the phone companies would be able to help and I was constantly on the phone calling someone about it.

[PART 5]

Around 2 a.m. on March 17th 2007 I was taking a guy from the Longhorn bar to the Cactus Drilling yard on Merritt Road. I had just pasted Falcon Road going west towards Merritt Road when a deputy sheriff car came up behind us at a very high rate of speed.

I was on the phone with one of my friends and I thought the car was going to hit us. I was doing about 55 mph and I was in the left hand lane. The car didn't stay behind us very long and it came on around on my right and got in front of us. The sheriff car then began slowing down and I didn't know what to make of it.

I told my friend on the phone the tag number of the sheriff car and began describing what the car was doing. The deputy car then switched lanes and got beside us on my right again and stayed right next to us for a few seconds. My customer Armondo began asking me what I had done to make him mad and I really didn't know what to think.

The driver was weaving the car back and forth while he was beside us then got back behind us again. It was just a couple of feet from my back bumper and I told Armondo to hold on because I was going to hit the brakes to see if I could make the driver stay back. I was irritated by how close he was to the back of us with no light bar or siren on and it was dangerous.

When I came down on the brakes the car slowed down and backed off a little. By this time I was almost at Merritt Road and turned south to take Armondo to his bunk house. The deputy car turned around and headed back East toward Walmart.

I sat in front of Armondo's trailer for a few minutes talking to my friend that was still on the phone and after I hung up I had a pretty good visit with Armondo about what had just happened. All that kept going through my mind was the story of the nurse that had supposedly been killed by the under sheriff down by Carter.

I told him that I was pretty sure it had something to do with me asking too many questions about the untouchable informant that had got away with so much and I told him that I also had a feeling that it had something to do with the phone getting tampered with.

.Armondo got out and I drove back toward town. When I got to Falcon Road the deputy car was sitting in the median and I slowed down to about 35 mph to try to see if he had his window down. I wasn't sure what to do and I went back to town and finished my last few rides.

The next day my friend called and said that he had someone check the license plate number out that I had given him. He said it was a deputy by the name of Jason and he was a former Marine. That's really nothing compared to a couple of dozen other things that have occurred. I'm pretty sure he's not a deputy here anymore and honestly what do you do in a situation like that?

So many scary things like this happened in 2007 and it's a miracle that I survived all the nonsense that went on. I'm not sure if I'll ever completely understand why all this has happened and I've spent many hours looking into a lot of things that have happened over the last decade.

The next story happened in the summer of 2007 when I had my buddy Bob Mopen with me and may God rest Bob's soul. He died last year and he rode with me night after night for a long time because he was afraid something was going to happen to me.

What a true friend and the guy was good as gold. He had been to prison for a lot of drunk driving convictions in his younger years and he loved ride in the taxi to pick up people at the bars. Bob was incredibly street smart and tough as hell.

We had just picked up Betty from Betty Boop's taxi and at that time she had worked for me over three years. It was her night off and she had been at the Pitstop bar. A few minutes after I told a known informant some information about Guy Hylton being involved in the corruption we were getting pulled over by at least a half a dozen police cars.

The first officer that came to the van threw a milk bone or some kind of dog treat by the right rear wheel so the dog would be sure to hit on the van. I thought Bob was kidding me when he told me the dogs going to hit on the back tire. I saw the cop throw something by the passenger side back tire while I was looking in the side view mirror but I had no idea what it was until Bob told me.

The cop came up to my door and asked for my drivers license and he also asked if there was any illegal substances in the vehicle that I was aware of. I told him that there is no telling what might be in this van considering it's public transportation and I asked him why we were being pulled over. He said that I was going 41 mph in a 35 mph zone and at this time another officer got a drug dog out of the back of one of the cars.

He brought the dog to the passenger side of the van and of course the dog barked when it walked past the rear tire where the doggie treat had been placed. The cop that asked me for my drivers license was now instructing us all three to step out of the van. When I got out the officer asked me again if there was any drugs in the van and I told him that there was probably a half a dozen crack pipes under the back seat.

I don't think he appreciated my sarcasm much and the other cop let the dog inside the van for just a minute or two before he pulled it back out. It really didn't look to me like they were looking for anything because the officers didn't even check the inside of my van.

A couple of minutes later we were free to go as usual and we had something like that happening every night. Usually it was Officer Scotty Tice that would pull me over and give me a warning for going over the speed limit when I was actually going well under.

Early in the summer of 2007 I was driving by city hall around 10 p.m. and I saw Guy Hylton getting in his pickup. They must of been having one of their late night asbestos damage control meetings because he had just got indited for endangering the D.O.C. workers by exposing them to asbestos.

I think he had already been charged with lying to a federal grand jury too and it's unbelievable how the city council tried to save his job for him while he went to a federal prison. It's also insane that he became the city manager of our county seat in Sayre Oklahoma after he was released from a federal prison in 2010.

I pulled in to talk to Guy and began telling him about a few of the things that had been going on. He told me to come to his office in the morning and we would go into it in detail. I asked him what time and he said "early."

Later on that night I went to Denny's to eat and saw a friend there that was extremely concerned about what was going on. He told me to stay out in the open and began asking me if I had stuff gathered up for the U.S. Attorneys office. At this time I didn't have any video or anything at all and I was really scared.

We both decided that the best thing for me to do would be to go to the O.S.B.I. in Oklahoma City and I left after I finished my food. On my way to Oklahoma City one of the Mexican drug dealers from the Bedford Inn motel called me and made the statement "you know you got a family to worry about right".

I didn't really know what to do, but I kept going till I reached the O.S.B.I. around five a.m. I was sitting in the parking lot trying to decide what to do when Officer Chris Black called me from the Elk City Police Department and wanted to talk. Chris is now a highway patrol in the Lawton area and I truly believe he's an evil person.

He began telling me things like there's just too many people involved in this and I should just come back to Elk City. I agreed to come back to Elk City and I was afraid. On my way back I called my wife and told her to get the kids and go to her mothers.

Then I called Chris back and asked him if he could come to my house and meet with me when I got back to town and he said he would. When I reached my house, two police officers were there and I invited them in.

Officer Shane McGlothlin and Officer Bret Moore began asking me if I was on any drugs, and Shane told me to lean my head back with my eyes closed and hold them closed for 30 seconds. When I opened my eyes and looked back at him I said "does it look like I'm on anything Shane?"

At this time it was around 7 a.m. and I told them that I had a meeting with Guy Hylton. They informed me that the meeting was canceled and then they left.

That night I was hauling 7 people from the Endzone bar to 7th street and I was pulled over by four police units. The one that came up to the door told me that the boss wanted to talk to me and when he pulled up I told him that I had been offered a job at the Playboy Mansion if I would give up the taxi.

I was talking about an incident that had just happened a few weeks before where one of the richest guys in town had offered me a job at his oil field company making eighty thousand dollars a year if I would just give up the taxi.

June 27th of 2007 a Sprint Nextel corporate executive from the Reston Virgina office by the name of Andre Sajaro told me to start logging all the things that were happening with the phones and go to the police station to file a complaint about the calls being blocked.

He gave me a case number [1463973] and all he got when he tried to call me was a fast busy signal. The only way I got through to him was by calling from a pay phone. That's the last time I have been able to talk to this guy and have since made thousands of attempts to reach him.

One time I spent ten hours on the phone in one day trying to reach him and the people would either tell me he was sick or on vacation. One time I started screaming at this lady that I wasn't going to take this crap anymore and all of a sudden the phone started ringing.

A lady picked up the phone after several rings and said "Sprint Nextel." I told her that I had been on the phone for hours trying to get a hold of Andre Sajaro and she said that she couldn't imagine who it was I had been talking to. She then connected me to Andres voice mail and I left him a message in November 2007 while I was video taping.

I went to the police station to complain about my phone calls getting blocked [not monitored, stopped from coming through] and I had my fifteen year old son Dylan with me because he had seen an incredible amount of this nonsense.

We met with two detectives and they wanted to interview my son in the back so I agreed. When they came out they took out their handcuffs and placed me in custody. I will never forget the look on my sons face as they took me off to a holding cell.

Once I got to Red Rock in Clinton I saw Dr. Ahn for less than five minutes and that night a nurse gave me a pill that she said was ibuprofen. It was actually a drug by the name of Invega and it's a new drug for schizophrenia. I refused the pill and after three days at Red Rock I got out with a handful of papers.

While I was looking over the paper work I noticed that Dr. Ahn had wrote my diagnosis on one of the papers and it said that I was homicidal, suicidal, schizophrenic and delusional. I was so angry when I got back to Elk City that I put a voice greeting on my phone saying I was suing these bastards for millions of dollars.

I got a call from the Pitstop bar to pick someone up a few minutes after I had got back to town and my nerves were shot. I've saw the guy before that I had to pick up and I know his sister from picking her up on 6th Street. As soon as he loaded up I noticed he was an older guy wearing an army cap and shirt.

As we started pulling out of the bar he began telling me that he drove a cab in Chicago years ago and I was going to have to go along with the people that run this town. We got to the Hog Trough on Main Street when all of a sudden a pickup and a blazer came driving by us. Once they got ahead of us they both stopped and blocked both lanes in front of us.

I noticed that the red blazer had bullet holes in the tailgate and the guy I had with me said "you're in too deep". I didn't know what to think so I began trying to pass the vehicles on the left in the oncoming lane and they would both pull that direction to keep me from going around them.

I picked up my phone and called the Elk City Police Department to report it and I won't say at this time which dispatcher took the call.  I will tell you that it's the mother of the boy that was driving the blazer and a lot of people know who does what around this town. I told her what was going on and she said "yes we know they won't hurt you" then she hung up.

I couldn't believe what she said and I felt like I was in Nazi Germany. Both the vehicles started moving and I followed close behind the blazer to see where he was going. As soon as we got to 3rd Street the pickup turned left and the blazer turned right.

I continued to follow the blazer and he turned into the police station then pulled all the way around back where the police cars park. The guy sitting next to me didn't have anything to say except he told me to stay safe several times. This mafia is out of control and it seems as if they're just spitting in everybody's face by being this ignorant.

I called KOCO Channel 5 News in Oklahoma City at 405-478-3000 and a guy answered that wouldn't identify himself. He said if I owned a taxi company in Elk City then I should know the phone numbers to a couple of motels. I thought this was a very strange question but I told him the numbers to Motel 6 and the Kings inn.

He then asked me what the phone number to the police station was and I told him. I also asked him not to call there since so many things were going wrong and he said he wouldn't. We talked for a moment and then he said there was nothing they could do so I told him thanks anyway.





About five minutes later Officer Brett Moore was knocking on my front door and.when I opened the door he asked me if I had called Channal 5. I told his yes and I asked his if that was against the law. He said someone from that station had called the police station and they didn't want me calling there anymore.

As soon as he left I got in my van and drove to Chan 5 in Oklahoma City. Once I got there I saw a guy  going up to the side door of the station and I told him I needed to speak with a reporter. He asked what it was about and I told him a few of the things that had happened.

He asked me who I had spoke to when I called there and I told him the person on the phone wouldn't tell me their name. He said that no one answering the phones at their station would refuse to tell their name and I showed him the number I had called. I also showed him the time of the call on the phones display and how it showed the duration of the call was over 8 minutes.

He told me to wait in my van and he would check the call records. About 30 minutes went by before a reporter by the name of Mark Opgrande.came to my van and he had a camera man with him. He told they had checked the phone records and there was no record of me ever calling there that day.

At this time he told me they would give me 30 minutes in front of the camera to explain what was going on and then they were going to lunch. I went over as much as I could and when the time was up Mark told me he would do what he could. I really thought that would be enough to at least stop some of the phone problems, but sadly they got worse. It did make me feel a little safer though and I was feeling pretty vulnerable.

As I was pulling out of Channel 5 I received a text message on my At&t phone that at the time had the 821-2222 number on it. The text message came from 86477 and the message said "your Telenav pin has been changed to 2222".

I didn't really think much about it and after I got back to Elk City I decided to reply back to the message. I think I replied help and as soon as the message was sent I started getting the text message that you get on the At&t prepaid phone that displays your balance after every call.

Some of you guys may not be familiar with the At&t prepaid phones and when you send a text message or hang up from making a call the phone screen displays a text message that tells the balance of the phone and how much the last transaction cost.

I got this same balance text message every two and a half minutes for several hours. I called 611 for customer service and it was another one of them one of a kind situations that only seems to happen to me of course. The service representative said that the messages were going in a loop for some reason and he hadn't ever saw it happen before. He had to shut down the text messaging completely to make the messages stop.

I was really curios about Telenav so I pulled them up on the internet. Its a company out of California and I had an account already setup under the 2222 phone number. The strangest thing was that the email address that was used to setup the account was santaclaus@thenorthpole.com or something very similar to that.

I wish I would have wrote the email address down because it got removed almost immediately after I saw it. I connected to a service representative with Telenav and I asked him about the account. He told me that it had been setup at our local At&t facility on 3rd street, but another strange thing that seemed to trouble the guy was that At&t prepaid phones don't support Telenav. He said that the service was only an option on the phones with contracts or by the month plans.

I tried to get as much info out of the guy as I could and he reassured me that it had definitely been setup at the local At&t facility. After I got off the phone with this guy I decided to try to reply to the message at 86477 again and it made the same thing happen where I received the balance text messages every two and a half minutes.

I called 611 again and asked to speak with a supervisor about this situation. He said it was definitively a new one to him and he couldn't figure out what was causing it. He said it looked like some kind of virus was causing it and he had to shut off the text messages on the phone and restart them to get it to stop.

After I got off the phone with him I went to the At&t store on the corner of 3rd and Walker to try to see if I could get them to look into it. One of there service representatives sent a text message to the 86477 number from their phone and a message came back that said welcome to Telenav Address Sharing.

Its a GPS tracking service and the only conclusion that we could come up with was that the messages on my phone were being intentionally sent in a loop to keep me from getting the message that said anything about Telenav.address sharing. Nobody at the At&t facility could find any information about a Telenav account being setup on my phone and this was about par for the course.

[PART 6]

One day in August 2007 I was sitting around with my three Sprint phones trying to make some sense out of several thousand things when I decided to take all three phones and call a Sprint tech number that I got off the net.

I got customer service on all three phones at the same time and went from one to the next asking them if they could hold while I took another call. Finally I got down to one phone and a customer service representative told me that a company by the name of Embarq had taken over my account.

I had never heard of this company before and asked to speak to a supervisor. The supervisor checked it and said she had never seen anything like it before. She asked me if the phone and bill said Sprint and I told her yes. She then placed me on hold while she consulted with another supervisor.

When she came back on she said it was very strange but she triple checked it and gave me a number to call Embarq at [800-877-7707]. If you call Embarq's other business number by blocking the id [*67-800-877-7077] they still recognize your number and a computer voice asks if you want to talk about phone number [your number] press one.

I've never seen a phone company that can do that and believe me I have been through two dozen of them. I called the number that Sprint gave me and a lady in Florida told me that she couldn't find an account for me and said it was odd that Sprint would tell me this.

I started rambling my phone conspiracy to her and told her that I should just switch over to Embarq since the phones are almost useless and since Sprint already thinks I'm with Embarq. I told her maybe it might help stop people from intercepting my phone calls and keep them from trying to impersonate members of the news media, lol..

She began setting me up an account and after about ten minutes she told me that she would call me back in just a few minutes with a conformation. After four hours she still hadn't called back so I called her back. She told me that I had to be a previous land line customer in order to get mobile service.

That sounded strange, but I told her OK I will get a land line then. She began setting this up and some guy broke in on the line and said "Mr. Albert we don't do business in Oklahoma at all anymore" and the call disconnected. I redialed the number but I got a recording that to this day still says "call the talk line at 800-382-TALK". I called it time and time again and it's so strange how so many things like this have happened.

I called the talk line and got there customer service number. When I called the talk line customer service some guy told me that wasn't their number and he didn't know what to make of it. Embarq will even admit that it's their number, but nobody can provide an explanation for why it's coming up as a phone sex line advertisement.

A few minutes later I pulled into the Country Palace nightclub to pick someone up that had called for a ride and I went inside to use the restroom. When I came out there was a huge muscled up Spanish guy standing by my van and he looked angry.

I walked over to him and he stuck his chest out then said "you're messing with the wrong people." I had never met this guy before and I asked him what he meant. At that time he punched me on the side of the head and knocked me all the way out. A friend that was standing a few feet away said I flew off my feet like a rag doll.

After I was knocked out he began kicking me in the head and lucky for me the owner of the bar maced the guy before he killed me. Several people said that I was knocked out for well over ten minutes and when I woke up two police officers were standing over me.

They said I needed medical attention, but I started telling them that I had to make money to take care of my family. I had blood running out of my ear, out of my mouth, off my chin, and I also had a bad scrape on my elbow.

I got in my van and two guys that I knew loaded up. They were here from Florida to add onto the prison at Sayre and were pretty important people. One of them told me that I needed a business partner and I said I didn't need a partner I just wanted my phones left alone.

After I finished my rides about an hour later I went to the E.R. to get checked out because my jaw and neck were hurting pretty bad. While I was at the E.R. I received a phone call from the owner of the bar, the same one who maced this guy, and he told me that the guy got arrested for assault and public intoxication.

He told me that the guy told the police that the reason he did it was because I was threatening to stab his friend while he was passed out. Rob said that he told the police there was no way that could have happened because he was standing out there the whole time.

I asked Rob if he knew the guy and he told me that he was the top prison guard at the Sayre facility and also a reserve police officer. Turns out he is Captain Brownfield and the only Brownfield I could find in the phone book was Officer Dan Brownfield at the Custer County Sheriffs office (2003 phone book), I think that might be one of his relatives.

While I was getting checked out at the hospital my wife called and said someone was tapping on the kitchen window in our back yard (3:30 am). I told her to call the police and I left the E.R. without getting x-rays. When I got home Officer Steve Bonds was in our back yard and he said they couldn't find anyone.

It took three weeks to get a police report and an officer said it was being graded. The guy that knocked me out only had to pay a ticket here at the city court and he should have been transported to the county jail since it was such a bad assault.

He might have got a reward for doing it because he should have been in a lot more trouble and at least got a reprimand for the warden. I couldn't turn my neck for ten days and my jaw is still out of alignment. 

After this nut almost killed me and since so many other terrible things were happening, I decided to call Scott Hines at News Channel 4 in Oklahoma City [Four in Your corner] to see if he would look into it. I was really irritated that I still couldn't get a police report on what I consider to be an attempted murder.

This was about a month after it had happened and I was almost healed up except for my jaw and my neck still being sore from hitting my chin on the pavement when he knocked me unconscious.

I got a call one evening from the drug task force and they needed me to pick up two guys. This was about 10 days after I had left several messages with Scott Hines at Channel 4 and I still hadn't heard anything back from him. I gave them a ride to the bus station and they were clean cut guys.

I figured they were probably cops and it sure was odd to be getting a call from the task force considering everything that had happened. One of the guys gave me a business card and supposedly he was some kind of postal insurance salesman out of Michigan.

About an hour after I had dropped them off one of them called back and needed to go back to the task force. He said he forgot to get something out of his vehicle that had supposedly been confiscated. When we returned to the task force their gate was locked so I called the Elk City Police station to see if we could get in touch with someone.

The dispatcher said that she would relay the message and we started back toward the bus station. As we drove up the road from the task force and got by the airport, I noticed the task force agent Joey Bales was out in his driveway by his vehicle.

I told the guy that was with me that he could try to ask Joey if he could go back over to their office to unlock the gate and I honestly didn't see anything wrong with pointing out where Joey lived since it was in such an obvious place. I didn't feel that it was a big secret and lots of people know that he lives there.

When the guy got out and started walking up the road toward the trailer house, that by the way is on city property, the task force agent started yelling something at him. He also acted like he was going to let one of his police dogs loose and I was surprised by this. He immediately got back in my van and I took him back to the bus station.

Over 3 hours later I was at Love's convenience store on 3rd street putting gas in my van when a voice message came through on my phone from the number 405-111-1111 and it was a message from Scott Hines at Channel 4.

I tried to use my phone to call the phone number back, but it wouldn't go through. I even tried to call their regular number, but the phone wouldn't work. I drove to the Holiday Inn to use the phone there and when I got there a friend called to tell me that he heard on his police scanner that the police were looking for me.

I called the Elk City Police station and talked to Officer Bob Turner.  He told me I had to come to the station to meet with the task force in the court room, but I told him they should come to me considering all the things that have happened.

Bob insisted that I go to the police station immediately so I did..When I arrived I walked into the court room where several task force agents were waiting along with Officer Turner. I asked them what was going on and the head of the task force, Lary Damron, asked me if I had told the guy that I took to the bus station where his partner lived.

I told him that we were driving by and we could easily see his police unit so we decided to stop and see if he could help the guy get his belongings. I told them all that I didn't really think it was a secret were Joey lives and it was on city property in plain sight.

One of them said that the guys I had gave a ride to could be dangerous and if anything happens to his partner that he was going to press charges on me. I said that I didn't think the guys were dangerous and I apologized for exposing his residence even though I was certain that this didn't have anything to do with me getting called down to the police station at ten o'clock at night.

The other task force agent told me that he was thinking about charging me with conspiracy and the timing on this deal was absolutely chilling. Why did it take way over 3 hours for them to contact me if they were this angry?

For this to have come about at the same time as I received the voice mail from Scott Hines was very troubling and I still to this day haven't been able to get Scott to even say something like "sorry we can't get involved in anything like that" or "good luck against those bad people."

After I left the police station I drove straight to Oklahoma City and I was determined to get someone at Channel 4 or any news media to look at my situation. As soon as I got into Okla. City the power steering pump went out on my van.

Things just weren't going very well, but I made it to an auto parts place at least. I slept in my van and as soon as the parts place was open I bought a power steering pump. It took me a few hours, but I got it fixed. I went to Channel 4 and I told the lady up front that Scott Hines had tried to call me last night. I still had the voice mail from him and I had so much hope of getting to talk to him in person.

After about 30 minutes of waiting in the lobby a guy by the name of Chuck came out to talk to me and he said he was one of the producers. I told him what had happened and I also tried to explain why I was so dirty. If you've ever put a power steering pump on a van then you know how messy it is and I was a little greasy.

He said Scott was gone and he would relay my message. I felt extremely aggravated after being up all night and working on this van in the heat most of the morning, but I smiled, shook his hand, and told him that I appreciated anything he could possibly do.

A few days later I decided to give the local F.B.I. agent another call and I was hoping that since it had been a few years since our last encounter that everything might go a little better this time. I called the local office and spoke to the same agent I had talked to in 2003. Agent Thompson agreed to meet with me and he told me to come to his office tomorrow afternoon at three.

The next day I got on my motorcycle and started riding to his office. Right before I got to the corner of Washington and Country Club a pickup swerved at me so I pulled into the funeral home parking lot. The pickup also pulled in and came up next to me.

I figured they wanted to apologize for almost hitting me, but the guy driving only said one thing. He asked me if I knew where he could dump a load of hot asphalt and then he drove off. There were three men inside the pickup and I recognized the driver as the owner of one of the local glass shops. I've heard a lot of things about him and one of my friends told me that he's the biggest Cocaine dealer in this area.

It was done to try to scare me and it definitely got my attention. After that I rode my cycle on to Brad's office and it's at the top of the Apple Annie building on the corner of Broadway and Jefferson. I went into a first floor door and Brad met me there to open a security door.

We walked up stairs and I went through a metal detector similar to one in an airport. After I cleared the detector we sat down at a huge oval shaped table that was very extravagant and I was amazed how sophisticated his office appeared.

On one of the walls there was a big American flag and everything was very nice. Brad was a tall guy with an immaculate complexion and he looked like he was in really good shape. The first thing he said to me was please don't act like you know me if you see me on the street and he said he was undercover.

I began to tell him about some of the things that had went on earlier that year and I started with the deal Joe had presented about not calling the F.C.C. After I had talked for about ten minutes Brad looked at me with a real serious look on his face and said "Randy I'm not jacking with your phone." I was surprised by this and I told him that I wasn't accusing him, but I needed his help to find out who was behind the phone tampering.

Just the way he had made the remark that it wasn't him that was jacking with my phones sounded really suspicious and I started getting the feeling that this meeting was a bad idea. It was going through my mind that it probably was him and he definitely had access to all the equipment.

We continued to talk and I went into some details about the two D.T.F. agents in the back of their warehouse that had intimidated me with a gun. We also talked about what was going on with the phones and I described some of the problems that I was having getting the calls to come through.

I told him about the Sprint Nextel corporate executive by the name of Andre Sajaro that gave me the case number 1463973 and how Andre said that all he got was fast busy signal after many attempts of trying to call my number. I told Brad that I could only call Andre back if I went to a pay phone and this is when Andre told me to start logging all this stuff and go to the police station to complain about the phone calls being blocked.

Brad told me he wanted me to come to work for him as an informant and that he would protect me. I told him that I just wanted to run my taxi and he said "so you have what a high school education." I said it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out there was something way wrong with this scenario and all this had gone too far.

We had talked for about an hour before he said he would look into this and I took that as a sign that the meeting was over. I thanked him before I left there feeling as if I had been wasting my time to even go to his office. I wish I would have tried to handle things a little differently the first time I spoke with him and if I would have known back in 2003 what I know now things might have turned out better.

At the first of September 2007 I decided to port my 580-821-2222 number from Sprint to Tracfone Wireless because a friend told me that he didn't think that the law could tamper with Tracfone as easily as other carriers. I had stayed with Sprint for too long and the kind of phone problems I was having was about to finish me off financially.

After switching phone companies quite a few times already in 2007, I was willing to try anything including an expensive service like Tracfone that at the time was more than 30 cents a minute. I ported the number, but for ten days I couldn't make or receive calls on the phone because it wouldn't allow me to add airtime.

Tracfone said every day that they would get it fixed and one of their representatives even told me not to call Sprint about the problem. I thought it was odd for him to tell me that and I was about to find out how far the people I'm up against were willing to go.

It was really weird how the phone rang and even had a voice mailbox, but only calls from about half the cell phone companies went to the Tracfone. The rest of the cell companies calls and land lines all came to the Sprint phone still.

This shocked phone people every where and they said they had never heard of anything like it. I called Sprint to see what was up and a porting specialist told me that Tracfone had never even requested a port. It didn't seem like I could get a straight answer from anyone and after ten days Tracfone claimed that the port was complete.

On September 13th 2007 the phone finally let me add airtime to it and I had high hopes that I could get a much needed break..The phone could now make and receive calls, but still only about half the providers calls came to the Tracfone 580-821-2222 phone. The rest of the carriers calls still came to the Sprint 580-821-2222 phone and I think I was stunned.

More than a month went by and at the last of October 2007 I tried to port my number to another company by the name of Virgin Mobile after hundreds of calls to Tracfone and Sprint about the problem. Amazingly enough the same problem was still happening with Virgin Mobile and I couldn't get the Tracfone deactivated for some very strange reason.

2007 was the worst year of my life and it just kept getting worse. It seemed like every time I started investigating the phone troubles by calling attorneys, civil rights groups, the Dept. of Justice, etc. someone from the Department of Human Services would call or come by our house.

At the first of September 2007 my wife had decided to go to Oklahoma City to stay with her sister for a while because she was experiencing a lot of depression. She had been checking on places up there where she could get something done about it and all the things that were happening to us made it really bad. It's a wonder I hadn't already had a nervous breakdown from all the terrorism and I hope I never have another year like that again. 

On the day my wife was suppose to leave Travis White from the Department of Human Services stopped her from going to stay with her sister and he told me he was postponing that. He did this by illegally granting temporary custody of our children to my wife's mother and I believe they were afraid that she would tell the doctors what these twisted people had been doing to us.

Shortly after he did this he went to my sons school and called him to the councilors office. Dylan was 15 years old at the time that this happened and Travis took his phone away when Dylan admitted to having one. A few minutes later Travis showed up at my house with detective Kenny Shirey and I invited them in. We sat down to talk and the first thing that Travis asked me was how many times a week was I having sex with my wife.

I'm certain he was trying to make me take a swing at him, but I held my cool. Travis asked me if they could look around the house and I told them that I had nothing to hide. He wanted to go out to the garage to have a look so that's where we went first.

They looked around the house for a few minutes and I was furious when he told me that they were placing my children with my mother and law.Travis said that he had been told that I had tossed a cell phone against a wall and he said they were investigating us.

Several laws were broken when he did this and I intend on eventually making the Gestapo of D.H.S. answer for a few things. Several people have stated that he didn't have the right to do this or a reason and it was done to try to make me stay quiet about what happening.

The truth is that this punk Travis White has got away with so many things and his corrupt actions over a 16 year period has earned him the title 'The Gestapo of D.H.S.' As soon as he left my house he went back to my mother in laws where part of my family were waiting to find out what was going on and as soon as he showed up there he told all of them that he had smelled marijuana in my garage.

Funny how him and the police detective both failed to mention the scent of anything in my garage. They would have got a search warrant if there was any odor of marijuana I assure you and that's how Travis got his nickname. One of the people I've heard refer to Travis White as the Gestapo of DHS is a local newspaper reporter and he also said he has heard a lot of things over the years about this guy that are simply outrageous.

After I heard what he told them at my mother in laws house I was very angry and called the Elk City Police Department to talk to Detective Shirey. I asked him about what Travis had said and he said that he wasn't aware of any odor at my house.It would have to be brought up while they're still at the house and I'm not sure slander is even a good word for what he did.

I was giving a friend a ride a few months before this happened and she told me that we could get our kids taken away if I continued to fight this mess. I went to school with this lady and she was also a dispatcher at the police station at one time. It's so scary that things are this corrupt and it's very dangerous.


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[PART 7]

I'm going to try my absolute best to go over the details of an incident that happened in October of 2007 when I was placed in Northwest Center for Behavioral Health in Fort Supply, Oklahoma and I was there for 17 days. Before this happened we were going to family counseling once a week at a place called Diversified Family Services and this was part of what we were suppose to do in order to get the kids back home. I was afraid all this was too much for my mother to deal with so I decided to go back to my house to stay even though there was no power. My mother came over a few days after I had went back home to live, but I wasn't home at the time. She left a note on my front door saying that she wanted me to come back and stay with her and this was probably 10 days before I got picked up by the police. I just didn't want what was happening to me to affect her and that's why I left.

Around the first of October 2007 my brother Gary came by my house and I was getting ready to go to my weekly family counseling session. I was surprised to see him and I had a feeling it wasn't a friendly visit when I saw him pull up. I told him to come in while I finished getting ready and he acted hateful. I had tried a few times to explain some of the things that had been happening to me, but of course he was convinced that it was impossible for this kind of stuff to go on. I told him what had happened at the police station a few months before this and I also said that Dr. Ahn from Red Rock was in the wrong for how she handled my situation. This seemed to really anger him when I mentioned Dr. Ahn and he's friends with her. Gary worked at Red Rock in Clinton for several years and I think he started there right before I started my taxi company in 2000. I believe he mostly served food to the patients, did security, cleaned. etc.

Gary left after we had our disagreement and I went to Diversified Family Services for the hour session. A lady by the name of Carla Suitor was our family councilor and I've always considered her a friend. I had talked to Carla a lot during the month of September 2007 and I truly believe she knew I was telling the truth about everything that had happened. She seemed very afraid and she told me one day that if she helped me it might make it to where she wouldn't be able to help anyone. She definitely knew a lot of information about how things work around here and she made it clear that her job was on the line . I never expected her to fight the people I'm up against, but I sure could've used a voice in my corner.

One week later I went back for another one hour session and things seemed to be going good. Carla even said that things looked like they were improving and she also said we were making progress. At the end of the hour my wife's mother took our kids on to her house and my wife decided to ride with me. Carla walked with us outside to my vehicle and all of a sudden an Elk City Police car came into the parking lot. It was Officer Steve Bonds and he got out of his car with his gun drawn. He told me to get on the ground and put my hands behind my back. He placed hand cuffs on me and took my phones. At the time I had three business cell phones with me and two of them had the same phone number 580-821-ACAB and one was my 580-225-TAXI phone. I was afraid if he got the phones the police might do something to the phones that would destroy the evidence of this bizarre difficulty. I asked him why I was being arrested and he said that all he knew was that I was being.detained to be transported to Red Rock in Clinton. I told him the three phones needed to stay with my wife and he acted like he was going to take them anyway. Carla told him the phones should go to my wife since she's part owner of the business and I truly believe that he wouldn't have gave the phones up if Carla hadn't insisted.

I was placed in a holding cell after I was driven to the police station and I felt so angry. An officer came to get me a few hours after I had been placed in the holding cell and he put the hand cuffs back on. He said he was taking me to Clinton and I was trying to think of the right words to say to the officers that were at the police station when I walked past them. I didn't know what I was being held for and I didn't know what to do so I just stayed quiet. Once we arrived at Red Rock in Clinton I was taken inside and the handcuffs were taken off. A man by the name of Nathan Brockelman said he wanted to ask me some questions and I remembered him from the first time I was there about 3 months before this. He said that my mother had said I told her that my kids would be better off dead. I told him that I'd never say that and my kids mean the world to me. He wanted to know what was going on so I began telling him some of the things that had happened since the first of the year. He asked me if I was taking any drugs and I asked him if I looked like I was on drugs. He said no that I just looked really tired. I told him that I wanted to take a drug test to prove I was clean, but he said they didn't do that. He looked pretty troubled by what I had to say, but I could tell that he wasn't going to help me. It was around 8 p.m. at this time and he asked me if I would like to make a phone call. I told him yes and I called my wife. After that Nathan showed me to a room with a bed and he said I would be going to Sayre in a few days to face a judge. I don't think I slept at all that night and I've had many sleepless nights since this madness started.

The next morning I had breakfast and I was eager to see what Dr. Ahn had to say when the nurse called me to the desk. There was four or five people seated when I went in and one of them was a person I had went to high school with. She was in my class and apparently she was in some sort of training to be a councilor. Another person that was there was Michelle Dodgens and she was put in charge of the Crystal Darkness Campaign just a short time after this which was part of the Call 211 to fight drugs. A female by the name of Carolyn Yearwood was another person that was there and of course Dr. Ahn. I was as nice as I could be considering the circumstances and Dr. Ahn began by asking me how I felt. I told her that I was tired from not sleeping and that I was also extremely worried about what was going on. She asked me if I had any thoughts of hurting myself or anyone else and I told her "absolutely not". I said that a lot of bad things had been done to me and all I was doing was the right thing by reporting it. I told her what had happened after I was released from Red Rock a few months before this and I started with the incident where the vehicle with bullet holes in the tailgate had stopped in front of my van on Main Street less than an hour after I was out. All she said to that was "Oh Randy" and then she asked me if I needed any medication. I couldn't resist when she said that and I said "yes how about some more Invega". That was the drug I was given the first time I was there and a nurse by the name of Carrie tried to tell me if was Ibuprofen. One of the uses of Invega is to treat schizophrenia.and even the dumbest person  in the world would know that I don't have schizophrenia. Maybe I'm a little crazy at times, but anyone would be after being jacked with this much. I could tell that Dr. Ahn didn't like my sarcasm and the meeting was over.

A councilor by the name of Tommy Ladd was really the only person that worked there that I talked to over the next few days and he was pretty nice. He had to watch me shave because it's one of their safety policies. I told him that I couldn't believe I was there and I began to tell him some of the details of what was being done to me. He told me that things are really screwed up in the government and most everyone knows that things are unbelievably corrupt. He seemed interested in my bizarre stories and he told me that he knew it wasn't right what was happening to me. The second day I was there my sister came to drop off a suitcase of clothes and I think it was Carolyn Yearwood that came to tell me. I told her to tell my sister that I wanted to talk and I also asked if that would be alright. Carolyn said it was and she went to tell my sister what I said. My sister told her she didn't have anything to say and she had only stopped to drop the clothes off since she was on her way to Oklahoma City. I told Carolyn that I didn't need the clothes and to refuse them. I was hoping that would get my sister to change her mind about talking to me, but it didn't. The next couple of days went by really slow and Red Rock isn't exactly a place with great entertainment. There was probably about five other people there and they weren't too good for conversation.

Finally it came time to go and a Beckham County Deputy Sheriff came to pick me up. He was a nice old man and we hit it off pretty well. Once I got to the jail at Sayre I was chained to a seat inside the processing room and the person working the desk told me that I was going to be going in front of Judge Haught in just a few minutes. I was taken to the courtroom and I was told that Molly Priest was appointed to be my attorney. After looking around the courtroom I saw my mother and my brother Gary in the back. Molly came in and introduced herself to me. She said we needed to talk for a few minutes and we went into one of the rooms for that. I told her that I hadn't done anything wrong and I didn't even know what I was being accused of. She should have known to get a copy of my paperwork and it had to have been intentionally withheld from me so I wouldn't know what was going on. A person being accused of this is supposed to get several copies of what is being filed, but I never got anything. On one of the 15 pages of the papers I finally got three years later there's one that states "We hereby state that a copy of this certificate of evaluation has been delivered to the attorney of the above-named person. We hereby state that a copy of this notice has been delivered by HAND [and HAND is in big letters] to the patient". Surely an attorney would know that some papers were somewhere and I honestly didn't know or I would have demanded them. Molly told me that I had two choices and the first one is to fight being placed in Fort Supply with a jury trial. The next option was to agree to go voluntary and sign some papers admitting myself. She said I'd probably be out in just a few days if I went voluntary, but if I went to a jury trial I would have to stay at Red Rock for quite a while until everything was ready. I didn't know what to do so I agreed to go voluntary. If I would have had my paperwork I probably would have taken it to a jury trial and I didn't get the paperwork until 2010, three years later. I didn't even know the papers existed until I called Molly's office in 2010 to ask questions about my case. I'm going to scan the papers and post photos of them on a link on this blog so maybe someone can help me understand all the papers.

After I agreed to go voluntary, Judge Haught looked at me and said "Do the best you can". That felt like a slap in the face considering what he did on a protective order I had on a punk that was terrorizing us in 2003 and of course you know about that already if you've read my story. It seemed like a long ride to Fort Supply from Sayre and the same deputy was giving me a ride again. We talked quite a bit and once we got to Fort Supply I was taken to the office of Dr. Patrick Herd. He's the one that's in control and we talked for about an hour. I told him what had happened and I could tell he wasn't interested in the truth. He said that I was having delusions about the government and the police. I told him "If that's true then I'll strap on a straight jacket, climb into a rubber room, and stay quiet". He laughed when I said that, but I could tell that he wasn't all that amused. He told me that I was scaring the police and that I better try to get along since someday I might be an elder in this town. We talked about a bunch of different stuff and Dr. Herd seemed alright for a head doctor. I mentioned this corrupt city manager that I had so much trouble with and I told him that a lot of people in our city government are involved with the crime syndicate including this city manager. I also told him it's no delusion the people I'm up against have jacked with my phones so much that its caused me to have two phones with the same phone number and I can prove a lot of personal injury. I said that I refuse to pretend they've done nothing wrong and there's no reason I should be in this place right now. He showed me to my room, told me that he'd call me into talk again in a few days, and he said I had to get blood work done for a physical. I was put in a room with two beds, but nobody was in the other one. I had something to eat and looked around. There was some pretty crazy looking people in there, but there was also some that seemed pretty normal.

The next day I was called into a room with Dr. Herd and several other councilors. We talked and I told them that it was very important for me to get back to Elk City so I could make enough money to be able to get some things fixed. I told them that our house was in foreclosure and I needed to work so we'd have a chance at putting things back together. I could tell they were troubled about what I told them and I laid it out without holding back anything. One councilor made the comment that there's nothing I can do to fight these people and I looked at her and said "What if it was your family, your business, and your phones this was happening to, would you just roll over and take it.". I told them all that I'm not the kind of guy that's going to pretend things are the opposite from what they really are and I believe in fighting for what's right. They didn't have much to say after that and Dr. Herd said they'd be calling me in there again in a few days. I got my blood work done and started trying to get to know a few of the nurses. One in particular seemed very caring and her name was Linda. I talked to her a lot and I told her what was happening to me. She told me that I seemed way too coherent to be in there for delusions and she said that when I get out I should shoot video of what's going on with my phones so I can prove it [ I shot a lot of video when I got out and it's a good thing I did ]. Linda said she would talk to the doctor and see what he's saying about my situation. It helped a lot having her to talk to and I also got a phone card so I could call my wife everyday.

The days went by so slow and all there was to do was sleep, watch one channel on a small television with a couple of dozen people around it, or color with crayons.. Every time I saw the doctor I'd ask him if I could go home so I could save my business and most importantly my family. All he would say is "We'll see". I didn't even get any counseling while I was there and that place wouldn't have even helped me if there really was something wrong. The next time I got called into see that doctor was almost a week after I'd been there and it was a really short meeting. Dr. Herd asked me if I still thought the city manager was involved in organized crime and I told him "of course I do and more than half the town knows it". He told me to go back to my room and they'd call me in again in a few days. I kept saying that all being here is doing is making things worse for my family, my business, and it's not right. I got called in again after I'd been in there for two weeks and the first thing he said was " So do you still think your city manager is involved in organized crime" and I said "yes". I told them I wasn't going to give in and say something that wasn't true. 

I began getting very frustrated and all I could think about was how I was going to fix all this mess. I really considered making a run for it when we were walking to a gym to play basketball one hour once a week. I started asking all the nurses if they'd please say something to the doctor and it's an emergency that I get home. Finally I was let go on the 17th day and my brother Chris came to pick me up. He drove me back to Elk City and I told him that I needed to stop at Diversified Family Services when we got to town. We stopped there and I went in to talk to Carla. I told her that I had just gotten out of  Fort Supply and I couldn't believe what had happened. I asked her when she thought the kids might be able to come home and she said she thought it would be months. I told her that we couldn't wait that long and we need to get them home now before the holidays. I said that I was going to sell my 1965 Chevy pickup so I could get an independent psychological evaluation and also get a few more things including the electricity back on. I started calling places in Oklahoma City and in that area and I also called the Department of Human Services in Sayre to talk to Travis White. I left him a message to call me and I also spoke to another person there. The very next day Carla called from Diversified and said that she had good news. She said the kids were allowed to come home and that DHS had closed our case. She said she'd never seen them do that so fast and whatever I did must have worked.

Over the next few days I sold my classic pickup and got enough money to get a few things fixed. I'd been working to restore this old pickup for several years and in order to sell it quick I took an 80 percent loss on the money I had in it not including hundreds and hundreds of hours of work. The kids came home and things seemed to be looking up. A few days later I received a series of emails that had my siblings and my mothers email addresses on it. I wasn't sure what it was until I began reading them and it was a group email they had been sending each other before and during the time I was in this mental hospital. I'm not sure how or why it came to me and one of my siblings blamed it in my son. They thought he had got on my mothers computer and forwarded the emails to me, but honestly I think my mother accidentally did it. My son said he didn't do it and I really don't see why he would lie to me about it in the first place especially since I'm glad I found out what they were saying.

I was amazed how one of them wrote "Can these people really be blocking his phone calls?" What would I have to gain by making up a story about someone trying to make a deal with me that involved having all the business I could do if I didn't fight back about what was being done to my phones? My whole saveacab blog is loaded with so many stories of abuse and nobody could make all that up. What about the hundreds of hours of video of which 4 hours is on youtube? I can prove enough to not have my own family say it didn't happen and you just don't expect that kind of treatment from your own blood. My sister wrote "He's living like an animal and he doesn't even have electricity. All he feels is pain and we've got to act now. I hope he doesn't try to retaliate against you Chris and we need to plan his financial affairs since he's going to be gone a long time." Wow it's crazy how they were acting like I was mentally incapacitated and with family like them who needs enemies. My brother Larry who's the smartest in the family was the only one that said anything in my defense and he wrote "I'm not sure this is the right choice and we should wait a while longer." My brother Gary wrote back "Terry and I are going to the police station to do it tomorrow morning and I'm also meeting with Travis White from DHS. Randy should have his parental rights terminated and be allowed only limited supervised visitation. His wife is also sad, sick, and pathetic and she needs help as well." My brother Chris replied back "I think Gary should take the lead on this since he has worked at Red Rock." and I was amazed that nobody had a problem with that. WOW REALLY? Gary also wrote that while he was at the Sort-n-pen bar here in Elk City a few weeks before this the barmaid told him that I was an informant. Tina D. was the barmaid if I had to guess and she really is an informant that loves to talk smack on people. Heck maybe I am an informant and I think whistle blowing is what you call it.

I was shocked by what I read and I couldn't help but wonder what all had been done by them. I started contacting them by phone and email and I went to my mothers house to ask her about all this. I told her that the emails had got sent to my computer and I had a copy of them in my hand that I had printed off my email. She started to cry and said Gary and Terry had talked her into lying to get me sent off. She said they convinced her that the only way to get it done was for her to tell a police officer she was afraid of me and was considering changing the locks on her house. I called Gary up on the phone and we got into a real bad  screaming match. He started telling me that he'd kick my ass and he really has always been the violent one out of our family. He told me that he had done all this as payback because I told our mother something about him that happened in 1992 and it had to do with the sale of drugs. Believe me when I tell you that my mother and dad knew about Gary and so did the rest of our family. He made his living off of drugs for years and everyone was just too afraid of him to say anything. I'm talking about big amounts and not just marijuana. He'd bring a new assault rifle over to show off every time we had a family get together and a lot of us thought it was kind of strange how he hadn't had a job in a decade but he has an arsenal of guns worth tens of thousands of dollars. I've made my share of mistakes in my life time, but I've always treated other people decent. His house was filthy and I mean nasty. He didn't have one job all through the 90's and I heard the only reason he stopped dealing was because a minor close to him took a large amount of marijuana from him. Supposedly he never got it back and I was told it caused him to not be able to pay what he owed for it. Unbelievable that he would decide to meet with DHS about me after he was such a sorry piece of dirt and just imagine if DHS would have got wind of this. Lots of people know the things I'm saying about Gary are the truth and I hope some day he realizes how bad his behavior has been.

Some of you might be wondering why I'm telling all this and there's plenty more. I'm not sure what caused him to be so ruthless, but I think a small dose of it back in his face is the least I can do. What if he would have succeeded in getting my parental rights terminated and what if I would have had to stay in that mental place for a long long time like they intended? I also thought it was really lousy of him to say something in the emails about my wife and it's sad that none of my other siblings or my mother objected to that or him meeting with this same guy from DHS that's referred to as the Gestapo of DHS. That went way too far and he's real lucky I'm nonviolent or no telling what I might have done. He's caused me quite a bit of misery in my life time and we've had trouble getting along for over thirty years. I got arrested in my taxi in Canute Oklahoma in 2003 for a warrant from failing to pay a traffic ticket that was quite a few years old. I was allowed to pay it at the police station in Clinton, but I knew for a fact that I'd never had a traffic ticket there. I asked the police officer if he could find some information about the ticket and he pulled up the address where the ticket had been written which was on the street Gary use to live on in Clinton. The cop also said that it was a two door grey Ford Fairmont and I knew it was him when I heard that because he had a car exactly like that. Turns out he got pulled over and since he had a suspended drivers license, he decided to tell them he was me and gave them my social security number. Well I guess everything was good except there was an empty beer can in the back seat so he got an open container ticket. I confronted him about it and that was over eight years ago. He admitted to doing it and agreed to pay me back for the ticket. It's unreal that he would not pay it back then and the nerve he had to pretend to be me.

I put this off for a long time because I know it's going to cause more hard feelings in my family, but that's OK since I haven't had any contact with most of them in years. It was in April 2010 when I first came to facebook with my story and my mother blocked me because she was so angry. She came to my house and said that we couldn't be family anymore. Since that I've only talked to her a couple of times and I could never tell one of my children that even if they had committed murder. Like I said before, I've made plenty of mistakes in my life and I'll straight up tell you exactly what they are. I made a huge mistake by asking a few of my family members for moral support when I was having a lot of trouble in 2006 and things were very difficult around the time my dad passed away. I'll never try to paint myself as a saint and nothing could be further from the truth. I was in my dads hospital room when he was dieing and the hospital chaplain Danny Ringer was there. I told him that I wanted to get saved and he asked me what I was waiting on. My sister Terry walked in about the time he started going through the motions and I could tell that it made her mad. To me that's weird to get angry over something like that and I think it would have made my dad happy. All of a sudden before Danny could finish going through all the motions that preachers do, he received a text message on his phone and he said "that's weird I never get text messages", He read it and immediately he said he had to go. I thought it was a little strange and I suspected my sister of sending the text message. Probably about two minutes after he left I decided to go to the cafeteria to get something to drink and I saw what was so important to Danny Ringer. He was huddled over in a corner talking to my sister and very few chaplains would bail out on someone like that no matter what somebody else said.

I'm really surprised that nobody had anything to say to my brother Gary about all the ruthless stuff he did especially after all the mistakes he has made in the last ten years. Gary got put in jail one night in 2003 while my brother Chris was driving one of my taxicabs. We were all three at a bar called Cheers, but Gary was the only one drinking. Chris and I both begged him to let us give him a ride, but he refused. He was really messed up and it was on more that alcohol. He pulled out of the back of the bar, ran over some huge concrete barriers which tore up the transmission pan under his car, then he hit a power pole and snapped it off. It knocked the power out in that area for quite a while and of course Gary got arrested for drunk driving. Two years later in 2005 he got pulled over here in Elk City and got arrested for drunk driving again. Luckily for him our cousin still worked at city hall and she got it fixed for him. There's no telling how many years he went without a drivers license and he lost it the first time when he tried to out run the police on a motorcycle, That was in the mid 80's and he crashed the motorcycle a few blocks from the hospital. He got up to try to run from the police on foot, but his ankle was broke in half and so was his wrist. He was is a wheelchair for a long time and he made it so miserable for everybody that was around him.

Gary wrote several statements that are in my paperwork and so did a few other people. Nathan Brokelman, Dr.Ahn, Officer Chris Black which is the same cop that is talked about previously in this blog. He told me at the beginning of 2007 that I should just run the cab blind folded and act like I don't see any corruption. A few months later he called me up on the phone and told me that there's just too many people involved in this mess and I was going to have to give up. Chris is now a Highway Patrol in the Lawton area and I never did like him much [ I wasn't nearly the only one that disliked him either]. I got a vehicle towed a few years ago because the tag had been out too long. Chris was the one that stopped me and I told him that I needed Haines Wrecker Service to come get it because they give me a discount since I advertise for them. Well he called the other wrecker service just because he's evil and at that time it really hurt to come up with the money to get it out of impound.

I believe in forgiveness, but I also believe that somethings deserve a little mud slung back in return. I honestly can't remember doing one ruthless thing to my brother Gary in his whole life. Maybe there's something I've done and I just can't remember. I doubt it and he would have told me if there was something. The things I've mentioned are just out of viciousness and I will probably never understand why he did that. On one statement to the police Gary wrote "My brother Randy Albert has been having problems with paranoia and delusions. He feels that people are following him and trying to kill him. He told me today at approx.3:30 p.m. that whoever was after him "was going to pay" I believe when he made this statement that he meant physical harm to these people. He had a wild look in his eye and I became afraid. All this took place after we began to discuss his situation with the criminals and cops being after him. He feels his house is bugged, phone calls are blocked by govt. and drug dealers are actually trying to kill him. He just lost his kids and wife and it has made him to the point where I believe he's violent. When I left his property today I was scared for myself. [cont.]."

His lies are so foolish and I just want people to know the truth. I'm going to add some more info about what's on the papers I received from the court appointed lawyer and maybe putting this together will help keep me from getting railroaded like this again. I want to get everything out on the table so I can get the best advice and I can definitely handle criticism. Just a little protection from someone that has a lot of knowledge about mental issues would be a start, if that is possible. I need something that makes it more difficult for a state doctor to just say I'm paranoid and delusional because they're being told to do so. I know there's a way to turn all this into something positive that can be used to warn people about what can happen when you come up against this kind of evil and who knows maybe I can patch up some of this nonsense with my family. Not only have none of them ever offered any kind of emotional support, but they've actually joined in the abuse and made it a lot easier for the people I'm up against to continue their terrorism. Just think what a difference it would have made if a couple of my siblings would have went to bat for me at the first of 2007 when my phones started getting tampered with and I just don't understand the logic of them acting so ignorant about it. I can see why they might be hesitant to put themselves in harms way considering the circumstances, but it's just weird how they just wrote it all off as insanity. I guess that was just the easy way out for them and I can't imagine ever reacting the way they have even if it was a total stranger I was dealing with.

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[PART 8]

The local F.B.I agent Brad Thompson called me on the phone one afternoon in November of 2007 and he told me that we didn't need a taxi service here anymore and if I wanted to get my phones to work right I was going to have to go to the Texas Panhandle to get phone service.

Five minutes later I was being pulled over for improper backing by three police officers as I pulled into my mothers house just off of Third Street. She came out to see what was going on and the officers told her that they had concerns about my mental welfare.They also told her that I was going back to Red Rock in Clinton.

I told them what the local F.B.I. agent just told me on the phone and the one in charge, Officer Wilhite, said that I couldn't prove that the agent said that. At this time I held up my phone and asked them if they would like to hear what was said because I had recorded the whole conversation.

They looked shocked by this and the one in charge put up his handcuffs. He went back to his car to call his supervisor and it took a few minutes. When he came back he told me that I was free to go and it's a miracle that I didn't get taken away anyway.

I kept calling Tracfone and Virgin Mobile all through the month of November and December to try to get all the phone calls to come to one phone. It was always the same story and I made sure I shot lots of video of the many conversations I had with people at these companies.

Toward the end of December I decided to port the 580-821-2222 number over to an At&t land line and I was desperate to shake some of my unbelievable phone problems. On December 27th, 2007 the land line was put in service, but to my shock the land line would only receive calls from other land lines and about half the cellular carriers.

I began calling the At&t Business Office and their executive office to see if they could open an investigation or at least get it fixed. A lady by the name of Yalonda at their executive office called me several times and she seemed stumped by this. She also seemed troubled by what I had to say and I told her some of the things that had went on in 2007.

Everyone I talked to at At&t told me that it shouldn't be possible for part of the phone calls to go to another phone and several of them said they don't think it has ever happened before. Weeks went by with no change and the land line was also being tampered with just like my other phones had been for over a year. I really didn't think these people would mess with the hard line and it should have been more secure.

The At&;t Business Office finally sent out a technician at the end of January 2008 and there's no telling how many calls I had placed to them. I continued to call Tracfone also and I started contacting as many people as I could at their corporate office in Florida. Something like this is so frustrating and you can probably imagine how angry I was getting after dealing with it for almost 5 months plus 13 months of other phone issues.

The land line technician was a local guy that lives a few miles South of Elk City and his last name is Newbury. I know where he lives because I followed him one day. This was several weeks after he had been at my house and I wanted to talk to him. I had saw him in his company vehicle at a convenience store and it was too late to wave him down so I followed him. Of course I was suspicious that someone with At&t was assisting in the phone tampering, but he might not have had anything to do with it.

Anyway the phone technician came to my house and I invited him in. I showed him how part of my business phone calls were still going to a cell phone and I called my number 580-821-2222 from a prepaid cell phone that was with a company by the name of Net 10 [I kept several different kinds of phones with different service because I was having so much trouble with my calls, even out going calls where difficult to make]. The call went to the Tracfone 580-821-2222 and then I used my son Dylan's phone to call the number and the call went to the land line 580-821-2222.

I began telling him about some of the things that had happened and he said he needed to go out to the alley to check out the problem. He went out to the green circuit box that's in my alley and a few minutes later he came back. He dialed some numbers on my land line and I'm not sure exactly what he did. He then told me that he couldn't find anything wrong with my land line and he said he was going to turn in a trouble ticket so that the business office could look into it.

I asked him if there was anything I could do to hurry things along and he said someone would be contacting me in a few days. I told him that I had been trying to get Tracfone to disconnect the phone since October and I was constantly leaving messages at their corporate office. Right before the technician left I asked him what he would do if he had a business and his business phones were being messed with like this. He said that he might try staying quiet about it for a while and maybe they'll quit doing it.

Well several more weeks went by and the problem was still the same. If you've watched the videos that I have on youtube [the link to my youtube page is on the right side of this blog] then you know that I've had so many different kinds of phone problems. I was constantly getting knocked off the line, calls wouldn't connect, it would give an error message such as an out of service message when I called certain working numbers, there was lots of noise on all the phones, voice mails were disappearing if I could even get voice mail at all. etc.

Something was wrong with the call forwarding on the land line and a guy at the At&t business office said that it seemed as if I had call forwarding with a memory [meaning someone was messing with it]. I had to forward the land line calls over to my 580-225-TAXI cell phone so I could get the calls while I was on the road and it was very rare for a day to go by without something going wrong with one of my phones

I decided that I'd had enough of the land line problems and on February 10th, 2008 I called T-Mobile. It's so confusing to try to explain everything that happened while I was trying to port from one company to the next and it's impossible to describe all the details since there's so many. I called T-Mobile and told a representative that I was porting in a phone number from Tracfone. I decided not to mention the land line yet and I was hoping they might be able to get Tracfone to release the phone.

 Of course something went wrong and they aborted the port saying that the number was coming back as a land line. I had to explain all this stuff to about a dozen different people at T-Mobile, but I was determined to get all the calls to come to one 580-821-2222. I gave them all the information for the land line and the Tracfone such as pass words, full name on the account, billing address, etc. I have to give the people at T-Mobile credit and they seem to have pretty good customer service.

I was on the phone with one of the T-Mobile people and he said he as going to call someone in the porting department at Tracfone to see if he could get this fixed. It was a conference call and we both spoke with someone in the porting department at Tracfone. It was a man and he said he was disconnecting my Tracfone right then. I told the guy with T-Mobile that they've said that for months and it's always just the same run around.

The next day it still wasn't done yet so someone at T-Mobile sent an email to Dobson Cellular [which is now ATnT here in Elk City] asking for their help in resolving this matter. I had been to Dobson Cellular a lot of times about these issues and I decided to call them again. I spoke to one of the people there and she told me that she was going to send an email to Joey Bales with the Drug Task Force to see if he knew what might be causing this problem.

On February 13th, 2008 while I was video taping, I noticed that my land line number had changed over to 580-225-5617 and it was no longer 580-821-2222 [video #15]. I couldn't understand why I had a new number and I made sure I used the land line to make a call so that the number would show up on a cell phone [I wanted to make sure I captured it on video]. I also called the number 580-225-5617 so I could show that it was ringing on the land line.

This number was only on my land line for about an hour then it disconnected and I called ATnT to see why I had been given a new number. I called the business office at phone number 800-499-7928 and spoke to a representative by the name of Tamika in North Carolina [REP. I.D. number TP0124]. I told her what had happened and I gave her the number 580-225-5617. She looked the number up in their system and she said it was being billed to the Department of Transportation in Oklahoma City.

I asked her to please double check that and I also told her that I needed her to write a note on my account that said that. She said there was no mistake about it and I couldn't help but think that this was quite a coincidence since I'm in the transportation business. I've heard things about DOT in Oklahoma before, but I couldn't understand why they would use a number that's billed to them.

I finally got all the phone calls to go to one phone on February 15th and it was a T-Mobile 580-821-2222. I continued to call the phone number 580-225-5617 because I was curious. For several months after this it was still connected somewhere and it would still ring. It was scary how it had an answering machine attached to it for several days after this that sounded exactly like the one on my land line and I can't believe it was so weird.

Almost six months went by while I had two phones with the same phone number and it's sickening that I couldn't get anything done about it such as a lawsuit or at least an investigation. We didn't have any money and things were in such bad shape. The T-Mobile phone was also jacked with really bad and it didn't look like these people were ever going to leave my phones alone.

I decided to put the number back on the land line in March 2008 because the T-Mobile phone had such a poor signal and it was hard to use since it was so tampered with. I thought it would be harder for them to mess with the hard line by using jamming equipment etc. and I was also hoping to get some solid evidence just in case I could file a lawsuit.

I didn't seem to have as much trouble with the land line after I ported back, but it was still being tampered with. I couldn't bill a phone call to the land line because the operator said that it was showing up as a mobile phone and it became clear that the abuse wasn't going to stop. Amazing how after I ported the number out of T-Mobile back to the land line that the T-Mobile phone was still able to make calls for several months and it showed up as 580-821-2222 when I called another phone. I've been told the phones were being cloned and there's just so many unanswered questions.

I tried to contact Mark Klein and he's an AT&T whistle blower that testified about all the crimes the feds were committing in one of the facilities that he worked at in California. He sent me an email after I contacted his lawyer about my situation and he suggested I try Google Voice. Mark is also a very brave guy for standing up to these people and here is what he had to say in an email he sent a while back.

Randy,

I read your previous message that you sent to my lawyer, and also saw your YouTube. I have no explanation, and it would be impossible for me to troubleshoot it from afar. (Anyway, I'm not a cell phone technician, I worked on computers.) As a workaround, why don't you try Google Voice, which is free (however you have to sign up and get an "invitation", I'm not a user at present so I can't issue an invitation). Assuming you already have a land line and/or cell phone (which you do), the service will automatically transfer calls from one phone to another.

Good Luck,

Mark Klein

Google Voice is a really cool service, but it's not good enough to fight off the powerful equipment that these guys have. The service allows you to pick your own phone numbers by spelling out words you want to appear in the phone numbers. I got pretty lucky to get the two numbers I have and the first one is a Broncs, New York number that is attached to my 580-821-2222 phone. The number is DIP-TAXI-GUY or 347-TAXI-GUY and it comes back to a company called Omega Communications in New York. 

The second number is out of Pennsylvania and it is attached to my 580-225-TAXI phone. That number is RAG-VAN-TAXI or 724-VAN-TAXI and it comes back to a company called Level Three Communications in Colorado. Both numbers are extremely tampered with and the criminals accomplish this by forwarding the Google numbers to other numbers. Both numbers have Montana numbers attached to them and I found this out by sending a text message to the numbers. 

When the text message went through it had the 406 numbers on the text messages. At the moment I'm not sure what number is attached to the Pennsylvania number because it has been changed. The New York number is forwarded to a Montana phone number [406-285-2023] and if you call that number it connects to the 580-821-2222 just like you were calling the 347-TAXI-GUY number.  

Another thing I was going to say about Google Voice is it prints out your voice messages on an email where you can just read the voice messages that someone leaves if you like. I really like the Google 411 feature and it allows you to get a phone number to a business and then automatically connects you to that number and everything is free of charge with this service. Also if you have two or three business phones you can make one ring no matter which number is called.
 
One thing I have noticed that these guys can do is take the first number off of the front of the Google number and place it on the back so they can gain full control of it. I noticed this when I was calling a phone company by the name of Century Link [formerly Embark 800-877-7077] and it always asks you if your calling about phone number [your number]. When I first got the Google number I called this company through the 347-TAXI-GUY number. The computer voice from this company asked me if I was calling about phone number 478-294-4893 and this happened time after time.



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