Investigating The Cancer Of Corruption In The VA
A Primer For The Fulsome Series Of Reports To Come
In March 1999 the VA’s West LA Medical Center had all clinical trials and human experimentation halted when physicians were using veteran patients as guinea pigs to appease their corporate masters. Aloof, I went in a month later for surgery and wouldn’t find out for decades that I left the hospital with more parts than I had walked in with after my overnight stay.
In 2019 I found myself with a new VA primary care physician. I felt comfortable enough with her to ask if it would be out of the question if she might request a full head CT scan. Amazingly, since I had no real reason to request being bombarded with radiation, she agreed. Two weeks later I had nearly 400 images to go through from the scan. I found images that would frighten any patient. Massive, dense objects brightly displayed in the center of my frontal lobes and more to the rear. After spending months making sure these striking objects were indeed not normal, I contacted my doctor’s team. They scrambled to assist me after reviewing the images I attached to our emailed correspondence. Their boss, my doctor, arrived on the scene and had them stop talking to me. Via her head nurse she stated, “Radiology report reads ALL NORMAL. See you at your next exam.” My next exam would be in almost six months so, I felt, if the objects I had found inside my brain were fast growing tumors, my next exam might have to be conducted via a Ouija board. No physician acts this way upon discovery of such information. I knew she was bent. I phoned Fayetteville VA to find the radiologist who penned the short report of the CT scan who summarized with finding the imaging as “Normal”. The radiology department at Fayetteville VA said there was no Dr. Damani working in their department or their hospital. I phone Little Rock VA’s radiology department next and was given the same answer. Nobody knew who I was talking about. I contacted Dr. O’Neal’s team for information about Damani and received silence back and no doubt some amount of hissing.
I went in search of Diagnostic Radiologist Dr. Sidhdharth Damani and found him to be, once I found his cell phone number, someone quick to anger should anyone contact his daughter for his contact data via LinkedIn. I tried to explain during his excoriation, which I found incredibly and oddly restrained, that was what LinkedIn was designed for. He said it was unprofessional and went on to know everything about me and my CT scan files and gave me a lie, nervously choked out, about the objects in my frontal lobe area. “Falx Cerebri Calcification”. I thought he was cursing me in his native Hindi but he repeated it so I could realize that was the condition he was explaining was what was in my frontal lobe area. I decided to let Damani off the hook because I found his restraint of anger while at least offering me an answer incredibly amusing. I could’ve gone on to ask him why, when he reported on every nook and cranny and feature of my brain as being normal and glossy and supple. Yes, I have a supple brain, deal with it. But I knew he was lying when I researched his excuse. A better excuse might’ve been Falx Cerebri Ossification but I’d already done 3D modeling showing components of a system. I came away from that investigative side street liking, for whatever reason, Dr. Damani. His excuse for omitting the one aberration that screams out to be in his report was that it’s not considered a big deal by radiologists. I wanted to ask why omit it when going to lengths to list all other features as normal but I felt bad for forcing him to deal with his internal emotional turmoil that combined hatred for me having tracked him down while trying to speak in a metered, professional and calm voice. I wanted to get off the phone to look up his lie of Falx Cerebri something but he kept reminding me to never contact his daughter again. It’s “Linked-In”. It’s… Nevermind.
Anyway, though a lie, at least he gave me an answer. Damani never updated his radiology report in my medical record and never will as he’s not keen on getting caught with his lies cemented into any record of any kind. The only way I got “Falx Cerebri Calcification” out of him was by tracking him down and putting him on the spot.
Dr. Damani would, I’m sure, explain that calcified tissue will, if left unchecked, result in what looked like a mass of components connected by lengths of twisting wiring. I just want his wife present with a cool compress when he has to try and explain this to a jury. The guy makes me laugh. He really is best under pressure.
I went directly to the US Attorney’s office and requested help through a 10-page summary complete with scary xrays. The US Attorney I wrote answered me and stated she had forwarded the matter on to a federal agent who worked for the OIG - Office of Investigator General - the entity responsible for conducting investigations into criminal matters inside federal facilities such as the VA. Some months passed and when I pressed the US Attorney, Kyra Jenner, who had contacted me for an update she remained silent. But I got something better than an answer from her - an answer from federal agent Kris Raper of OIG. He requested that any concerns I had regarding a case he’d been working on for months should be directed his way. His communique, sent via email, came complete with a raft of phone numbers and various ways to contact him. Which I did. Often.
After the VA’s own fulsome CT scan produced solid evidence of medical device implants in my brain, I felt Raper to be trustworthy enough that I never spoke to Dr. O’Neal or her team about the matter so as not to screw up his investigation. At the beginning of 2021 I injured my ribs and had to go to an ER outside the realm of the VA. Two of the five images the radiology department of that hospital handed me the morning I went to be imaged showed new evidence to make the findings of the CT scan seem small by comparison. A cardiac pacing system around my heart complete with components and wiring and everything anyone who knew they even had a pacemaker might expect.
I sent these new images to Agent Raper as well as US Attorney Jenner. This brought only silence from Jenner and something I didn’t expect from Raper. I called him to ask about his thoughts on the new imaging and he informed me his investigation into the Radiologist, who I claimed in my complaint to law enforcement falsified the CT scan report as well as my primary care physician was going to be put on hold. He went on to ask me, “Do you think I’m involved? You don’t think I’m involved, right?” He can be incredibly perceptive when he so chooses. First thing that came to mind was something US Attorney Jenner informed me of early on: “Only when OIG concludes its report and that report is sent to this office, will we know how to continue.” Raper was setting the stage for his investigation to be put on ice - indefinitely. My phone call with him that day was one where I understood from its beginning he was going to put an end to the investigation and prevent his report from ever making it to the US Attorney’s office - letting them off the hook from having to proceed.
With any help from law enforcement hobbled by Raper, I took some time to try and alter my plan to proceed without them. I contacted my physician and asked her to discuss the new xrays of my chest with me. I then requested if she might find it alright to send the new radiographs to a radiologist within the VA system. She chose neither. In fact, she chose to have a psychologist from Fayetteville, Arkansas’ VA contact me. This man’s first call to me came in the form of a VA employee who should be working in an office in administration. Said he’d gotten word that the relationship I held with my primary care physician had become rocky. He then went about suggesting I be paired with a physician in Little Rock VA and I agreed, thinking it might get me somewhere in my search for answers. Before he hung up he gave me his contact information, complete with the information he held the title of “Dr.”. Upon the end of our call I looked him up and realized he failed to neglect informing me he is a psychologist. I sent an email to him via a contact method he did not give me and explained how one might have perceived his first contact call with me to be somewhat tinged with dishonesty as his name, title and position seemed relevant and something he should have opened his call with. He phoned me a few days later and seemed to take my advice to heart, remaining strictly on the subject of my moving from O’Neal to another physician. He seemed miffed that I took him to task in my email for concealing his profession from me completely but I felt maybe he should talk with himself about these issues and perhaps delve into WHY he felt that way. I didn’t give a shit. I also found evidence of Long seeming to take my advice to steer clear of what corruptive forces had Damani falsifying radiology reports and O’Neal refusing to speak a single word regarding any xray generated by any facility anywhere with me. My medical record reflects he carried out the administrative duty of moving me from doctor to doctor and seemed to bow out after doing so. An inky cloud of corruption drags behind me staining otherwise good people and I advised Dr. Long to avoid joining the long line of ruined people in my wake. The evidence I provided him, I hoped, would help him avoid the mistakes of Damani and O’Neal and so many before. I didn’t have the chance to make this appeal to O’Neal or Damani as they’d been corrupted and put into place before my arrival back to Arkansas. To let him understand that the evidence inside my own investigation was about to life O’Neal and Damani and those in their number who chose greed over morality up into the light for all to see and force law enforcement to perform their duty and abide by their oaths. Damani’s sputtering out of the lie he needed to tell and O’Neal’s hissing cat retorts to any questions regarding the eventual torrent of radiographic evidence I drenched her with made me realize my unveiling of these things is scaring the shit out of people who chose poorly.
Those who signed on as conspirators before this recent chain of fools have no idea the roles they played however minor or gross, are about to be put out into the public arena, complete with corroborating proof collected by yours truly along the way. Things like emails. Video. Audio. Recorded phone calls. IP data from such sting operations as putting 3D modeling videos of my CT scans online and waiting to see who visited to collect their IP addresses. IP addresses owned by Medtronic from multiple sites love my videos just ask the IP data collected. Other stings you wouldn’t believe I came up with like erecting web sites with peoples’ criminal records their wives didn’t know about complete with a message form they could use to express their anger. How could they know I setup the message form to collect their messages AND IP data? That sting was an attempt to garner admissions of guilt thinking their messages were anonymous and it paid off in ways I could not believe - again and again. I’ll give you a small sample to whet your appetite and blow your mind that a professor from USC like Dr. Dohwa Kim could send such a nasty missive with such a nugget of evidence gold she couldn’t know I was mining her and her husband for:
Dr. Kim sent this long before any CT scan had been performed and I thought her message was an incredibly stupid attempt to try and frighten me with an idiotic fiction like transmitters in my brain. How could I know she was seriously wishing the RF transmitting components in my brain would torture me with great pain. The pain I’d put her through by erecting a website focusing on her husband’s secret criminal charge in Hollywood for picking up a hooker made her feel she should let me know that she was part of this conspiracy, knew what had been done to me and her hopes that it would drive me insane. Then her husband began sending me what they believed were untraceable hate mail through the website and wouldn’t stop, offering up more and more evidence. Making me know they were involved in whatever painful part of the conspiracy they helped device brought them some amount of joy. How could they know the transmitters in my brain only cause a mild ringing and will never be as painful as them being confronted by law enforcement with all their messages to me bound to their phones and computers’ IP, MAC addresses and IMEI information. I couldn’t realize humiliating them with a website would see them hurling insults laced with admissions of guilt to me, throwing evidence into my lap in ways I couldn’t have predicted. But the people, it seems, who sign on to as conspirators seems to share in common the ego of someone who knows they will never be held responsible for their actions. Either ego by their nature or by being assured by the facilitators of these conspiracies that law enforcement was in their pocket and so would everyone else be. It’s the same ego that allows Dr. O’Neal to tell me to fuck off at any request to discuss disturbing findings in my own CT scan series. I can’t say this of Damani because my call to him was such a disturbing surprise I don’t think he knew what lie went where or how to handle my finding him where he lived - in Seattle, Washington. Of course, if Dr. Kim is brought joy by the idea of the implants in my head causing a ‘ringing’ that will make me beg for death, she might have been referring to the twin cochlear implants I found - one upon each of my temples. Usually the controllers for these devices are sealed in a metal case. These were not, making them incredibly difficult to find. My surmise is that they’re sealed in silicone rubber and then under bone cement.
So if Professor Dohwa Kim of USC can become so chafed by my making her husband’s dalliance with a prostitute public I can only imagine the league of conspirators’ collective unbridled hatred of my making their involvement in this conspiracy known to the world. I particularly hope a great deal of passion blossoms in the upper corridors of federal law enforcement to the point of a long line of boots waiting a turn to be put up Agent Raper’s and US Attorney Jenner’s asses for joining ranks with Damani and O’Neal to aid the VA, Medtronic and USC (and others) in their concealment of matters they are charged with exposing and prosecuting. And I want to be last in line with bigger boots than I should be wearing. I want Jenner to hear them flopping around because they’re way too big for me. Raper will make a stupid comment about shoe size and my penis not understanding he’s next. I’m kidding. They should both be in prison. If I were Raper and was reading this first in a series of newsletters, I’d get a serious investigation underway. And when his federal overlords compare my communications against Raper’s investigation, which is just a folder with a Sports Illustrated Arkansas Razorbacks Platinum edition they’re going to demand answers. Like, “How the fuck did a shit team like the Razorbacks get onto the cover of Sports Illustrated?” Or, “How can we get some of that sweet Medtronic money?” Hopefully it will be something more along the lines of, “He emailed you here that his medical record is being altered to place Damani as his primary healthcare physician. You replied you would look into it. And the altered part of the record is in your investigation being used to make sense of Damani’s selection as the radiologist from Seattle chosen to write a simple radiology report for a patient in Arkansas.” Below, my communication with Raper on these matters and his non-binding response:
Agent Kristofor Raper’s investigation, if it ever existed, was, according to him, being put on hold. I knew what that meant. After several attempts to contact the FBI in Arkansas, even via certified mail, I’ve gotten nothing back but complete silence.
I find myself having to conclude my own investigation and do so while updating my progress within the following newsletters. Since Agent Raper’s put his investigation into deep freeze in the hopes I’ll give up on law enforcement and try and just accept that the people who paid him to put it there won just as they told every other creep they had to pay off along the way. The next series of newsletters will be replete with the evidence I collected and handed Raper and Jenner for OIG’s investigation. I believe they decided to stop talking to me completely when I sent them both a new xray that revealed a massive bundle of wires and cardiac pacing hardware with a Medtronic control unit at its center. Here’s the xray with an insert that took me days to find online since the goddamm Medtronic system it matches is so old.
Raper and Jenner’s response to this was, well, they never did respond. I waited for weeks to see if they were as excited as I was to finally have this shocking evidence linking Medtronic, as I’d been saying to them from the beginning, to this crime. What Raper did tell me was, “I don’t see anything. I’m not a physician. You should start trusting your physicians, Matt…” Disgusted yet, citizen? This worm is supposed to be the champion of justice. The hero. Turns out he is - for the criminals. The image above should have been the single piece of evidence I should have had to walk into the US Attorney’s office with for them to launch a full scale investigation yet it ended it. Most likely because of just how shocking a piece of evidence it is.
No Raper, no Jenner and no the rest of you corrupt firewalls that keep corporations safe against the citizens they’ve done with as they’ve pleased, I won’t be stopping anytime soon. It’s sad enough I have to do your jobs for you so I can have justice but I’m not that selfish, I’m trying to show the American public that federal law enforcement agents like yourselves, who should be seen as the guardians of justice, are part of the cancer that corrupts not just the VA but any institution where citizens such as myself can be made into disposable tools for the titans of industry those institutions do commerce with. Not this time. This is a message to Raper’s superiors - Clean your house before your superiors come asking you how this happened and why their political adversaries are mobilizing to weaponize this story against them. I say let them have at it, all the better.
I’ll be following this initial article up with a series that will go back to the time I realized something bizarre was going on around me. I’m hoping it will illuminate the methods the group of facilitators of such long-running schemes operate. I’ve found incredibly similar tactics reported in the press used against others which I will focus on later in the series.
It’s my wish that after my series of articles come to a close you’ll help me end the corruption that has the VA healthcare system, with the aid of federal law enforcement, who seem to wish to protect their business partners over their patients. In fact, one might say they’re protecting the criminals from the victims. It’s a cancer upon their soul and they’re in dire need of radical therapy.
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