Who Done It?
Since the Henry Lee Lucas story brought mention of Adam Walsh, let's play a little America's Most Wanted.
Colonel Philip Shue
I've been intending for a while to post something about the weird end of Air Force Colonel, Psychiatrist Philip Shue. Since there is a new development, this may be a good time.
Shue died April 16, 2003 near San Antonio, Texas, when his car left the highway and crashed into a cluster of trees. Officials initially reported only that he died of head injuries sustained in the incident.
But I said it was weird: Shue was found with his ankles and wrists wrapped in duct tape, his chest sliced open with a sharp instrument, and both nipples, an earlobe, and his left pinky cut off. He had been missing for two hours, after having left home for work. Shue had been happily planning his imminent retirement from the Air Force.
Weirder still, the Lackland AFB Office of Special Investigations, the County Medical Examiner and the District Attorney convinced a Grand Jury that Shue had committed suicide. Apparently, so it was argued and the jury found, Shue had mutilated himself to make it appear as if he'd been tortured, before driving erratically - though with, I presume, self-malice aforethought - into a tree.
In April 2004, forensic pathologist Cyril Wecht released a report of a second autopsy, which concluded rather that death was "consistent with homicide." Wecht's reasons included the absence of fingerprints on the duct tape, the accident report (Shue's car gradually veered off the highway, suggesting he was losing consciousness), absence of a topical anaesthetic, missing murder weapon and lack of motive for suicide.
The new development is that Tracy Shue, the colonel's widow, has launched a lawsuit to prevent his former wife, Nancy Shue, from claiming a $1 million insurance policy she still holds on Philip. Tracy has stated she believes Nancy, who resides in Florida, had a hand in his death. Nancy has countersued. Disputed are a number of threatening notes addressed to Philip, which Tracy argues came from Nancy, who contends Tracy wrote them herself because the couple resented her policy, which the insurer refused to cancel.
If Philip Shue died on account of something so banal as a million dollars, I'll be surprised, as it explains neither the mutilation nor the Air Force cover-up. Because here's the deal: Shue wasn't murdered so much as he was tortured. Circumstances suggest to me a man who had escaped a ritual torture session which was likely to end in his death and was driving frantically in extremis, and who died as he lapsed into unconsciousness and lost control of the car. Nancy Shue, across the country in Florida, may have had a motive for murder, but for torture? For carving off his nipples, finger and earlobe?
That still leaves a motive for the torturer. I wonder who might want to eliminate a retiring Air Force psychiatrist. I also wonder why the Air Force was so quick to judge Shue's death a "suicide."
Father Alfred Kunz
Kunz, 68, was a popular Wisconsin priest who, with Fathers Malachi Martin and Charles Fiore, had been compiling evidence of Satanic ritual abuse and paedophilia in the Roman Catholic Church. His body was found the morning of March 4, 1998, face down in a pool of his blood, his throat slashed. The case remains unsolved.
All three priests received death threats, and all three are now dead. According to William H. Kennedy, author of Lucifer's Lodge: Satanic Ritual Abuse in the Catholic Church, the "threats increased when conclusive evidence emerged of Milwaukee Archbishop Rembert Weakland's operation of a network of pervert priests who were sexually abusing parishoners." (Weakland was forced to resign in a sex scandal in 2003.)
And then there's the calf mutilation.
From The Las Vegas Weekly's "The Devil and Father Kunz":
According to police reports, it happened between 10 p.m. March 2 and 4 a.m. March 3 at a farm less than 15 minutes away from St. Michael--nearly the exact time frame of Kunz's murder the next day. The caged animal's throat was slit, but, unlike Kunz, its genitals were sliced off. The farmer told police it was probably the work of a cult in the area.
More here on the mutilation:
With its throat slashed and blood drained into a milk pail, the calf also had its hind legs cleanly cut through at the pelvis, Wagner said.
"[The legs] were cleanly, almost professionally cut off," Wagner said. "You would have to know what you were doing."
Wagner discovered the mutilated calf about 7:30 a.m. while driving on his father's farm at 7432 Schneider Road. While driving past wooden calf hutches, he first noticed the redness of the wounds.
He found about an inch of blood congealed at the bottom of the milk pail. The missing calf legs were nowhere to be found.
Six weeks after Kunz's murder, says "The Devil and Father Kunz," Malachi Martin "swore he had inside information that the killing was the 'signature' work of 'Luciferians,'" and that "'what Luciferians resent is interference with someone they regard as theirs.'" Presumably, someone like Archbishop Weakland.
Martin died of a stroke induced "by a fall as he prepared for an exorcism. From his hospital bed shortly before his death, Martin insisted during a check-in call from an associate: 'No, I did NOT fall. I tell you, my legs were pulled out from under me!'"
Have you read Tom Flocco's report of his conversation with Franklin Cover-Up photographer Rusty Nelson? You may want to do that now. Nelson says approximately 23 children who "entertained" politicians at Washington sex parties have since died. He also alleges that Hunter S Thompson approached him in 1988 with an offer of $100,000 to film a graphic child sex "snuff movie to be sold to wealthy private clients where a young boy would be murdered as a sacrifice." Nelson says he refused.
Flocco really jarred my memory with his mention of the name Delmart Vreeland. I've long suspected that Vreeland had been a part of a Franklin-like sex ring as a boy. Now, with Flocco's reminder that it was on a child prostitution charge that Vreeland was arrested last November, things start to make a weird sense. Which is the only sense things make, now.