Saturday morning, June 17, 2023 at 6: 20 a.m. and 6: 29 a.m.; Sunday morning, June 18, 2023 at 6: 05 a.m.
Gail Stillman Cook lives in tears, regrets, mourning—
the Durham PD, Covert Operations, eliminated her husband
J. Michael Cook in July 2021. He knew too much; was too
involved in police crimes committed against members of
my family from summer 1999 through April 2002 when
we moved to nearby Raleigh, NC. He was contemplating
'turning state's evidence', and that was enough cause
for the police to eliminate him. He was on police radar
for a long time; was watched, his thoughts read—that
proved enough—the police acted, police who have no conscience nor shame whatsoever—they are everywhere—almost everywhere. When Americans suddenly disappear—
as happened to Centre County District Attorney Ray F.
Gricar—or they die early, without cause—as happened to
J. Michael Cook—American police forces, covert operations
are sometimes involved. (Those deceased were targets.)
Now, Mike's widow, Gail Stillman Cook, is bereaved, bereft, duressed, stressed, traumatized for good reason—she knows Mike died for no good reason, was just one more police victim—she keeps the secret for fear of further reprisals. (Gail's one daughter, Kim, survives; her son, Kevin, died in 2009 under
suspicious circumstances.) . I speak for her, hers—her pain,
her tears, her mourning cries. I have known both Gail and
Mike since childhood; we grew up in the Allegheny Mountains, in a small town, Wellsville, New York, in upstate New York
with Mike's brother Brian and sister Cathy, not to mention
Gail's two brothers Garry and Guy. Gail sat right behind me
in homeroom in 12th grade at Wellsville Central High—that's how close we are, were, past tense. Gail now lives in tears, regret, pain, mourning—all because the police felt the need
to cover up their crimes committed at the behest of Kenneth Schweller and associates—formerly of Buena Vista University—and Mark Prosser of Storm Lake, Iowa, the Storm Lake PD.
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