The Israelis did not want someone such as myself with millions of dollars to spend on making trouble for them. So they decided to kill me. As we now know, assassinations must be signed off by not only the Mossad chief but also the prime minister. In my case they were Meir Dagan and Ariel Sharon.

My wife had warned me that the Israelis we would see at the pool and around the Flamingo apartment complex in Las Vegas were interested in me. This was several years before the Mossad murder of the Hamas executive al-Mabhouh in Dubai by a large group of Israeli killers, so I couldn’t imagine that it would take six or seven of them to kill me. I said, “How do you know they’re Israelis?” She said, “They’re speaking Hebrew. I’ve been to Israel. I’ve been around Jews all my adult life. They’re Israelis and they’re always looking at you. We’d better watch it.”

First, my truck was vandalized. In the excitement I didn’t notice anything on the steering wheel but the next day I became quite ill and my kidneys started to shut down and a serious and a painful burn was developing which I also couldn’t understand. Robbi was an ER and ICU doctor at one point in her medical career and immediately went into action. I eventually recovered except for the burn about six weeks later.

The day before the army was scheduled to arrive for a meeting my business partner and I got in my truck to go over to check out the vehicle and make sure it was ready. I grabbed the wheel, which was covered in grease! Sticky, gooey grease. I said to my partner, “What the hell is this?” He was too excited about the coming meeting to pay attention so I just wiped my hands and the wheel with a shop rag and off we went. I began to get ill again the next day during the army meeting but managed to get through it successfully. By afternoon, however, my kidneys started shutting down again and the raw burn intensified. When you pull it out to pee the irreversible damage is done.

This time, remembering the steering wheel, I said to Robbi, “You know something? I think I’ve been poisoned.” She said that she was thinking the same thing. It’s not something you want to face. And it took another six weeks to recover – except for the burn, which just got worse. The Jews burned about two inches off it due to the shrinking of the scar tissue over the next few months. And it hurt to get hard.

At this point, I was wiping door handles, steering wheel and gear shift with alcohol before getting in. I started parking the truck next to the guard shack and told the guards that someone might try to get into it. Despite this, they did it one more time. We got in it one morning shortly after receiving an emailed death threat from the JDL and the wheel was covered in grease again, despite being parked next to the guard shack. I cleaned it with the alcohol. The Las Vegas cops refused to investigate.

There was no alternative but to leave Las Vegas, which we did since there was no point to be there anymore. The Israelis wrecked the vehicle project with the army by informing them that I was a notorious anti-Semite. So take notice and beware a similar attack if you become known to them. Ideally, you shouldn’t become known.

Nine years later, in August 2012, we were attacked by a drone at our home in Victor, Idaho. It was making a whirring sound outside our opened office window in the dark at around nine pm. We both started for the window but Robbi was closer and she got there first. She was between me and whatever was out there. The noise went away and that seemed to be that.

I left for my work in California at 4:30 the next morning and let Robbi sleep. I didn’t know anything was wrong until she called as I was going through Reno hours later. Something was terribly wrong with her lungs and she was having difficulty in breathing. She’d been on the floor since she woke up and could hardly move as the pain was so intense. When she finally got medical attention, she was told there was nothing they could do since they couldn’t determine what was wrong. She put herself on steroids to lessen the inflammation and pain but they did nothing for the symptoms. She found a lung specialist in Wyoming who promised he would get to the bottom of it. On her second visit he was a changed man and told her there was nothing he could do – sorry. We’re pretty sure he got a national security letter instructing him to back off. Our local hospital in Jackson said the same thing. Months later, the disease was reduced greatly by a chiropractor’s hot laser.

Later in 2012 I had knee replacement surgery at the local hospital. Just prior to the procedure I was questioned by the chief of anesthesia, who was suited up for the operation—

I awakened in my room after surgery and immediately threw up. The room was dark but what was in the bucket didn’t seem right – it looked black. I called the nurse to bring another bucket. She took mine and appeared startled by the contents. Within minutes I threw up again and again the stuff in the bucket was very dark. She came again and this time was even more taken aback when she looked in the bucket. “Why is that so dark?” I asked. She said, “It’s blood.”

The nurse knew who I was and had heard a speech I’d made over in Idaho a few months earlier. She said the surgeon had done over six thousand procedures and this had never happened before. The odd thing was, it happened to me and the only other patient he had that morning – a woman. And the even odder thing was, at the very last minute before surgery, the anesthetist who’d questioned me was replaced by a female anesthetist whom they did not know. She was a total stranger! She was there for my surgery only and they never saw her again. But the unfortunate other patient apparently received the same anesthetic.

We had a meeting with my surgeon before my hip replacement a month later. He was very disturbed by what had happened on his watch and promised there would be no repeat of it. I told him that the Israelis had in the past attempted to kill me and he nodded, realizing it had to be something like that. And the next one was without incident. But within a month, I began to develop a neurological disorder which we suspect came from whatever was in the stranger’s anesthetic.