Friday, July 22, 2011

Seeing Is Disbelieving

Seeing is Disbelieving
(Revised July 21, 2011)
by Edgar J. Steele

June 18, 2011

There are things in life that defy belief. Seeing them often is enough to set one on a path toward seeing unbelievable things at every turn. Seeing is disbelieving? Hmm…

The Red Queen of Alice in Wonderland Fame remarked that she often believed in impossible things; as many as six of them, all just before lunch, too.

A great many more people now are willing to disbelieve in the inherent justice of the American Justice System. They watched a jury in Boise convict me of four Federal felonies.

Sigh. Where do I begin?

You Could Be Next

This story will take some time and require several installments. If you have yet to hear anything about it, you will not believe it. You may not believe it, anyway. I do, however. I am living it. All too easily, you could be next.

I was convicted of hatching a plot to kill my wife, for which I allegedly hired an oafish Idaho handyman as a hit man. Already, something may not sound quite right to you.

A Case in Search of a Motive

Why did I want Cyndi, my wife of 25 years dead? I never have quite heard a reason that makes sense. First, Cyndi was told by the FBI that the motive was life insurance, but then they learned that both of us cancelled our policies years ago. Then, the FBI told her that the motive was my jealousy over her (nonexistent) boyfriend. Cyndi quashed that by demanding that the FBI produce photos they said they had; of course, there were none. They had told her another of what was to become a truly incredible number of lies in their haste to put me away.

Finally, the government settled upon a case I was investigating as motive, because I had communicated with a great many young Ukrainian women (with Cyndi’s consent and even, assistance) to determine if the Russian Bride business really was a human trafficking scam. First, as part of a case I briefly handled, then simply because I found the subject fascinating and worthy of writing a book about.

Two more novel motives were presented at trial: (1) I was after our car “uninsured motorist” insurance, though I was a lawyer and would have known full well that death by pipe bomb is not “accidental,” so that no insurance ever could be paid. (2) Divorce from Cyndi would be too expensive. Yet, the prosecutor failed to tell the jury that, long before the trial, I had signed all my assets over to Cyndi. Why, if I wanted all that we own (not much actually) for myself enough to want her dead?

Cyndi was part of every aspect of my life, even my communications and research overseas to determine how the Russian Bride business really worked. The book I planned, exposing the fraud was to be entitled “Love and Other Four-Letter Words” (subtitled “The Invasion of Planet Earth by Teenage Russian Mail-Order Brides from Cyberspace”). Supposedly, I wanted Cyndi out of my way so that I could run away to be with one (of over a hundred) of my teenage Ukrainian “girlfriends.” Seriously, that apparently is just what the prosecutor sold the jury! Of course, they had those damned audio recordings, as well.

I call this a case in search of a motive because, you see, I happen to love Cyndi. I know – that just isn’t fashionable in this day of throw-away relationships, but it is true.

I often have written of how lucky I have been to have had her. About the terrific kids we have. About how my family life serves to steady my universe. All true, even now, as I write these words from a jail cell in Northern Idaho while awaiting sentencing and endeavoring, as best I can, to get a new trial.

My Love Story

Let me try, first, to tell you of my love for Cyndi. She is my mate, pal, helper, lover, buddy, partner, mother of our kids… my first and last wife… my best friend. The love of my life. She is so much better than I deserve. I could go on.

There is a reason for this paen to my blushing bride, of course. To see that the Emperor of my story has no clothes, you must first get, on a visceral level, as do my closest friends, just how ludicrous it would be for me to want my wife dead.

I recall the moment I first laid eyes on Cyndi and the spontaneous burst of surprise and pleasure that crossed her face just before she cast her eyes down and first smiled for me that impish little grin of hers that I love so much. In less than two minutes, I was swept away, though I did my manly best to seem unaffected. It was love at first sight and, 27 years later, my heart still leaps up every time I catch sight of her again.

I could, and should, go on like this for a long time, but please know that I still see Cyndi as my one and only soulmate. There is much, much more to this story, though, and I have to give you at least an overview in this first installment.

My Way

At my lawyers request, I have kept silent (though not silent enough) about my case. I have made no public statements until today and have yet to speak with anybody from any media outlet. I bit my tongue during my recent trial and, against my better judgment, agreed not to take the stand to testify in my own behalf. Fat lot of good all that has done me!

No more. I did it my lawyers’ way and now, at age 66, I face a mandatory minimum sentence of 30 years, with 70 years a very real possibility. Obviously, any sentence over 10 years is superfluous to my life expectancy, especially in view of the medical problems I have seen in recent years (yet another lengthy, though relevant, tale that I call “It Only Hurts When I Breathe,” yet another story for another day).

Now we are going to do it my way, which likely will involve a good deal of sound and fury.

All My Trials

First up: Motion for a New Trial, which Federal Judge Winmill certainly will reject in summary fashion. I will have to rely on an appeal to get that new trial. It should be a laydown appeal, though, because this judge repeatedly committed reversible error (more than one story for other days).

We wrecked a sizable legal defense fund (the thanks for which would take more future stories than you would want to read) during the first trial, so I very possibly will have to represent myself at retrial. Spare me the jokes – all lawyers are fools (else we wouldn’t even be lawyers, of course).

Lessee now, where were we? Oh, yes. What really happened? Here’s the executive summary:

The Idahun Hit Man

Larry the Idahun handyman/builder/junk hauler whose cousin’s name must be Daryl, (though I do not yet know if Daryl has one or more brothers also named Daryl), worked off and on for us for years. Larry knew we had hidey-holes here and there on the property, because he built some of them for us. Larry stumbled across one of three of our silver stashes in an outbuilding and then he searched and found two others. All told, Larry stole $45,000 in silver bullion from us at the then price of $18 per ounce (twice that amount today).

Knowing I/we would discover the theft, Larry apparently decided that I/we had to go, so he set out to kill me/us with car pipe bombs. Like Wily Coyote, Larry must shop at Acme, because neither of the two bombs that he claimed to have placed on the two cars I drive (one of which Cyndi drove about half the time) went off.

Larry says he removed the bomb attached to one car and then believed the other “fell off” when his cousin Daryl failed to see it after being told to look.

There is an alternate theory explaining the car pipe bomb as having been emplaced by either Fairfax, the FBI or perhaps, the ADL after I was arrested, but the foregoing seems the most likely scenario. At first, even the FBI suspected my wife of placing the bomb, believe it or not.

It is undisputed that Larry sold silver to three different dealers on three different occasions (remember, he stole three of our hidden stashes) – he produced receipts for those sales (totaling just a few thousand dollars) during his testimony at my trial. Larry claimed I gave the silver to him as part of my $10,000 advance payment to him for killing my precious Cyndi. Larry did finally admit on the witness stand that I hadn’t given him the silver. He took it from one of the three hidey-holes, he said.

Making a Federal Case Out of It

Why did Larry then go to the FBI and fess up to “his” part in this sordid affair? In exchange for immunity, of course, as well as the silver he had stolen from us. The feds always allow their snithes to keep whatever they are able to carry away from the scene of their crimes. He still had to get me out of the way before I discovered his theft. I was beginning to mend from the four surgeries I had had in six months and was starting to get out of the house.

Cyndi later was to be awarded only $900 in restitution from Fairfax (not yet paid) – for the over $100,000 (at today’s market value) he stole from us. Pretty good incentive for him to lie for the government on the witness stand, eh?

Larry and I had been talking a lot during those six months, because we paid him to help us out with many things, including feeding our horses twice a day whenever Cyndi was out of town, tending to her very ill mother who lives alone. I explained my difficulties with the ADL, the Russian Mafia, the FBI and others. All he needed to do was make one phone call in order to be conscripted into helping get me out of the way, which is just what he wanted.

Just a Coincidence

The ADL’s Internet site hit piece on me was quoted at length in the very first court filing by the government – coincidence? Probably just another coincidence that document subsequently was removed from the court’s files and docket. Else, we might be entitled to think of my case in terms of a conspiracy. Of course, nobody pays any attention to us conspiracy “nuts.” The FBI is alleged by us conspiracy theorists to be in bed with, if not controlled by, the ADL. Yet still more coincidence? Why did Larry go to the FBI rather than the local Sheriff or state authorities, like most of us would? Yet still more coincidence?

Larry said that he travelled nine hours to Oregon to ensure the bomb fell off the car that Cyndi then was driving, but he couldn’t be bothered to take the time to look for himself. Really? Of course, it is just coincidence that this interstate trip is the only thing that gave jurisdiction to the FBI… isn’t it? Seriously now, do you still believe in coincidence? I don’t.

Ok, you may be saying – What’s the big deal? My word against the Idahun’s, so I should be exonerated without a fight. That would be true if not for those pesky audio recordings that Larry and the FBI claim memorialize my hiring Larry the Idahun hit man. But let’s save that story for the next installment in this epic affair: “Sex, Lies and Audiotape.”

There is so much more to come: Russian Mafia intrigue, teenage beauty queens, official (and unofficial) corruption, mail-order brides, Hannibal Edgar, the Tao of Ed, private jets, Tahiti…..and more, believe it or not. Remember, seeing is disbelieving.

With a little help from my friends and my lovely Cyndi, who resolutely has stood by me throughout this ordeal, I will get this and future installments out to my list and posted on my website , as well as others. Bear with us, please.

I finally was seeing some of the mail sent to me in recent months. However, I once again am being moved and, at this moment, no one knows where. So please visit for updates on where to send mail.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The Martyrdom of Edgar Steele

Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades. It’s May the 12th. 2011, I’m Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.

This week’s podcast will be shorter than usual, and there will be no musical interludes, because what I have to say this week is of vital importance. I want to keep it short and simple, and avoid any potential distractions.

On Thursday, May the fifth, Edgar Steele was found guilty of all four charges against him. The media has reported that he now faces thirty years in prison at sentencing. They’re wrong. Edgar Steele is a man of 65 with severe medical problems. Whatever the judge gives him, the sentence will be death. It’s customary to wait until someone is dead before burying them. Edgar Steele will be buried alive. This elderly man, who spent his entire adult life serving the law and the judicial system which betrayed him and destroyed him, will be warehoused in a box somewhere in the GULAG archipelago of the vast slave labor system which the American government and American corporations run for their profit, and there Edgar Steele will wait to die.

The so-called trial of Edgar Steele was an unmitigated horror. The so-called trial of Edgar Steele was arguably the final degradation of the once proud and vibrant legal system we inherited from our ancestors in Great Britain. It is a tradition spanning eight centuries, which began in June of 1215 in the meadow of Runymede with the creation of the Magna Carta, the Great Charter that above all established the rule of law as the basic underlying principle of Anglo-Saxon society. That tradition of almost eight centuries came to an end on May the 5th, 2011, when a sick and elderly man was murdered by the courts of the United States, because those who rule us did not like what Edgar Steele had to say and decided to destroy him, out of no reason that anyone can determine other than petty, vindictive, senile spite.

With one bang of a federal judge’s gavel, the world returned to the thirteenth century, as if the previous 800 years had never been. Once more we are back in the days when the king, or the local baron, can simply command his henchman to drag a peasant away into the castle dungeon so that the lord may take his home, his cow, his daughter or his life at will.

Edgar Steele’s defense was simple: he didn’t do it. He did not say the things that the alleged audio recordings have him saying. Nor was this mere paranoia on his part. There is in fact extensive electronic and forensic evidence that the recorded conversations between Edgar Steele and Larry Fairfax were tampered with and altered by the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

But the jury was never allowed to see that evidence. Two electronics experts were willing to swear in court to the fact that the audio tracks had been tampered with by the FBI, and were fraudulent. These experts were not allowed to testify by order of the judge. The precedent has now been established that henceforth no one will be allowed to question the veracity or authenticity of any evidence presented in court by the FBI; from this point on, the American secret police are free to come up with any piece of fabricated rubbish they feel like, in order to frame someone that the government finds inconvenient for crimes that he or she did not commit. There have been others before Edgar Steele, but now that the FBI has been given the green light by Judge Winwill, there will be many more to come.

The grotesque and vicious Edgar Steele case has further established that no American any longer has the right to present a defense against whatever absurd and deranged charges some U.S. Attorney sees fit to bring against them, without first obtaining permission from the very system and the very government functionaries who seek their destruction. What’s wrong with this picture?

I’m severely hampered here, because I am unable to say publicly what really should be said. The First Amendment, the right to express any opinion and to do so without punishment and retaliation by those in power, the freedom of speech and of thought which was once this country’s crowning glory, is no more. In Obama’s America, white men who say or write things which the regime or certain politically protected minorities find disagreeable are now subject to harassment, legal persecution, and in Edgar Steele’s case, to judicial murder.

It’s been like that for quite some time, of course, but last Thursday’s verdict has finally stripped the last veneer of legality and legitimacy off the criminal power structure that rules us. It cannot be denied or ignore anymore that the government of the United States is no longer a legitimate or lawful government, for they have finally violated their own laws and their own standards so egregiously that the social contract that allows them to rule us is broken for all time. From now on, the government of the United States is just another gang of thugs, no different from the Crips and the Bloods, only better dressed and better armed.

Nor are they particularly brave or manly thugs. America is a coward that shows its prowess in destroying old men. In the same week in which Edgar Steele was crucified by the same system he so foolishly spent most of his life serving, another elderly man was murdered in a house in Pakistan by gunmen from the United States who broke into his home and shot him dead, unarmed, in front of his family. without even the shabby sham of a trial that Edgar Steele got. Many years before, in the same Idaho that perpetrated this ghastly outrage against Steele, the same gunmen murdered 14 year-old Sam Weaver by shooting him in the back and later on shot Vickie Weaver dead in the door of her home while she was holding her baby in her arms. The government that framed and murdered Edgar Steele are the same people who burned children alive at Waco and continue to fire multi-million dollar Predator drones at elementary schools and Muslim weddings in Iraq and Afghanistan.

The United States and its thugs are really good at killing old men, women, and children. I can’t help but wonder just how big and bad and tough all these FBI and BATF and U.S. Marshals would be if they ever came up against grown men who had the skill and the courage to shoot back. In fact, I’ve written several novels on the subject. America is not an eagle. America is a rat, with a yellow stripe running down its back,

They need not worry, though. We who remain will not deal with the judicial murder of Edgar Steele as we should, as upright and honorable free men should, as our own ancestors not too long ago would have done. We will not deal with the destruction of Edgar Steele as decency and justice demand because we lack the will, the self-respect, and above all we lack the courage to do so. All we will do while Edgar Steele is dragged away to his tomb is to whine on the internet. No one will hear us, and no one would listen to us if they did, because our craven acquiescence to this monstrous act renders us unworthy of notice.

So be it. One has to play the hand one is dealt. But at least I’m going to say what has to be said, and if you FBI and Justice Department reptiles who are listening to this are displeased by what I have to say, I promise you won’t have to alter and falsify this recording like you did the recordings of Edgar Steele with your informer Larry Fairfax. I’m going to say what needs to be said, and if you don’t like it, you can all go straight to hell.

Edgar Steele used to end all of his articles on his Conspiracy Penpal site with his signature phrase, “New America: An Idea Whose Time Has Come.”

He was wrong. The solution is not a New America, Ed. It’s No America. America must end. It is a diseased, leprous thing. There is no health or goodness in it, there hasn’t been for a long time, and the ultimate interest of all humanity lies in this rotting and poisonous monster called the United States being removed from the earth. All of us know in our souls what has to be done. The problem is that out of our own weakness and cowardice, we’re just sitting around waiting for some one else to do it.

But that won’t last forever. Eventually someone will do what has to be done and expunge the United States and the worms and grubs who serve it from the earth. Tyranny such as this inevitably becomes intolerable, and at some point even the most supine and cowardly of people will reach a point where the chains of fear and intimidation and brainwashing and bullying will not hold, and they find that they would rather die themselves than live one more day like this. It is virtually certain that Edgar Steele will be dead in body as well as in law by then. I wish I could promise you all that someday the prison doors will be blown open, and Edgar Steele will be brought out into the light again, but I can’t. I cannot make that decision. Only you who are listening to this can.

What I will do, as a kind of epitaph for a fine and decent man and a damned good writer and commentator who has drawn the short straw and must now descend into living hell never to return, is I will read an article of my own that I wrote a few years ago. It’s called “Let’s Talk A Little Treason.”

In Ireland, when a man has an old friend over for dinner, after the meal is over he will generally tell his wife the traditional Irish tale: “Love, Seamus and I are going down to the pub and talk a little treason.” (That’s from Brendan Behan, I think.)

Oh, hell, let's come right out and say it. Us White boys need to be talking a little treason.

I notice that the great state of Oregon is about to pass more grotesque “hatecrime” laws in favor of sodomites, making perverts who commit the filthiest acts imaginable (people don't seem to realize what it is that homosexuals actually do) a politically and legally protected class. Better than me, in the eyes of the law. Better than any white man who likes girls, because they will have specific legal protections that we are denied.

There is no more equality under the law. Some states are even worse; in Idaho all women, period are considered a special politically and legally protected class under these deranged hatecrime laws, effectively meaning that only heterosexual white males are without legal protection against “hate” and only white males can be victimized only on the lowest level, as mere Americans. Less than a woman of their own race, less than a Mexican, less than a faggot, less than a black. Three-fifths of a man, at best.

I’m going to say something now to all my fellow girl-loving honkies, and I’m dead serious. I think we need to start re-evaluating our relationship with the United States of America, with a view towards bringing that relationship to an end.

America gives us nothing except ridicule, hatred, contempt and oppression. America ignores our interests, laughs at us and reviles us, picks our pockets, discriminates against us with affirmative action and racial quotas, and kicks us in the teeth when we try to protest or petition for the redress of just grievances. America rigs the electoral process so that no one without ten million dollars in the bank should even think about running for office, and so that only criminals, incompetents, and mentally unbalanced mediocrities can win. America passes laws that give foreigners who are in our country illegally, and perverts who literally wallow in their own filth during sexual acts, a preferred and privileged status over us.

Every time we turn on the television we see grinning black and brown monkey-faces mocking and reviling us, mincing faggots waving their limp wrists mocking and reviling us, toilet-mouthed Jews like the loathsome Sarah Silverman spewing hatred and abuse at us, pathological liars in the White House and Congress pissing down our back and assuring us with solemn faces that it is raining. Thanks to the media and the Jews who control the media, when the world thinks of White males they think of revolting cartoon characters. George Washington, Daniel Boone, and Charles Lindbergh have been replaced by Homer Simpson and Peter Griffin.

White women are in their own way just as much victims as White men are, although some of them haven’t quite seen sufficiently through the feminist horse shit to understand that. If we can ever succeed in de-programming our sisters and making them understand what has been done to them, so that they realize that their place is by their menfolks' side and not with the Jews who hate them and hold them in just as much contempt as they do white men, calling them shiksas, etc...well, if we can ever succeed in doing that, you kikes had better start running.

White people do the real work in this country; Mexicans and blacks do nothing that couldn’t be done twice as well and at half the expense by a good cart horse. Robotics will eventually make the black man and the brown man completely obsolete.

White people pay the overwhelming percentage of the taxes that finance the grotesque horror show that is America. White boys, and increasingly girls, are dragged into the military and come back from the Jews’ foreign wars with their bodies mangled, to rot in the filthy Army hospitals like Walter Reed, because the influx of illegal aliens has taken all the entry-level jobs in their home towns and there is no future for White kids where they grew up.

White people, especially boys, are denied access to college education, to employment, to workplace promotion and job stability because of their skin color, because of their gender, and increasingly because of their age. I could go on and on, but if you’re White, you know what I’m talking about, and if you’re not White, I’m not talking to you anyway.

Guys—and gals—let me ask you something. What the hell do we owe a society that treats us like this?

The neocons wave their red, white, and blue Masonic dishrags and babble about all this “freedom” we’ve got. Bullshit.

What freedom? The freedom to never be able to get any kind of decent career because you’re the wrong color and you’ve got convex genitalia? The freedom not to be admitted to college because their quota for White boys was filled by the sons of the wealthy elite long before you even applied? The freedom to spend thirty years in the workforce and see incompetent affirmative action employees promoted over your head year after year?

What freedom? The freedom to pay one third of your income to support stupid wars in the Middle East to protect the Jews from the consequences of their own behavior? The freedom to “vote” in elections where half the time these arrogant swine no longer bother to conceal the massive fraud?

What freedom? The freedom to have your children corrupted by the endless tsunami of filth from the television screen and taught sodomy techniques in school? The freedom to have your son and your daughter come back from Iraq in a plastic bag or minus some limbs because all of the jobs in their home town had been gobbled up by illegals and the military was the only place they could get a paycheck?

What freedom? The freedom to be insulted, belittled, and spat upon every time we turn on a TV or pick up a newspaper? The freedom to eventually be carried off to the living hell of some state-run “nursing home” when the government finally finds some way to steal the Social Security and Medicare fund and piss it away in the deserts of Iraq or blow it on the stock market?

What the hell kind of loyalty do we owe to a government that has made us third-class citizens? What the hell kind of loyalty do we owe to a state that uses us like toilet paper and throws us away?

Why, exactly, should we respect the “rights” of media garbage people who give us nothing but insults, contempt, and vilification?

Why, exactly, should we allow our country to be taken over by millions of Mexican mestizos and all the overflow from the Third World’s sewers, and never raise a hand in our own defense because the tyrant’s law forbids it?

Yes, yes, I know the United States of America is “the law.” Of course it is. Tyrants always are the law. That’s why they’re tyrants and not simple gangsters. The difference between Barack Hussein Obama and John Gotti is only a technicality of paperwork (Except that Gotti dressed better and killed a lot fewer people.)

When the law is cruel and uncaring; when the law is vicious; when the law is oppression wrapped up in paper and forced down the throats of the powerless, the coerced and the cowed; when the law is enforced by steroid-popping bullies with badges and jackals with briefcases and reptiles in black robes who use it solely to maintain their own power over other human beings and to squeeze them dry of every last wretched penny they possess; when the law is being used to do you and your family harm, then you are under no obligation to obey it.

In every society there is a social contract that cuts both ways. The United States Constitution was an attempt to create such a contract, and until 1861 it worked. But we need to be very clear on this: the White American has upheld that contract and is even now upholding it as the blood of our young men is spilled in the Iraqi desert. It is the federal government of the United States and the squamous alien things who have stolen it away from us who have violated that social contract, again and again and again over the past century.

Like an abused wife, White Americans have put up with it all from our cheating, lying, thieving, murdering government—the beatings, the drinking up the rent money, the lipstick on the collar, the constant bullying and browbeating. But even the most abused spouse eventually decides it’s time for a divorce. That time has come. Enough! Fuck the United States government, fuck democracy, fuck America! We’ve seen enough, we’ve had enough, and we want out.

Yeah, I know. Our ancestors tried this in 1861. Well, it’s time for a re-match. Here in the Northwest, and anyplace else where White males are tired of being treated like dogs, and finally decide to show the Jews that dogs have teeth.

And you know something? I think if we ever do pull off the old Macbeth trick and “screw our courage to the sticking point,” I suspect the world will discover that as far as the baby-shit brown Barack Hussein Obama goes—well, he damned sure ain’t no Abraham Lincoln.

The United States has murdered Edgar Steele; he’s just not physically dead yet. There is one thing and one thing alone that we can do for him: we can make sure that his work continues to be read and that his name is never forgotten.

The Americans are fools: they have taken from us the lives of our martyred dead, but they have left us their names and their memories, and from those memories and from that martyred blood will spring a force that someday will unleash the fury of hell upon the vile tyranny that has done this, and on all those who have served that tyranny for a monthly direct deposit paycheck into their bank accounts. Someday, at the hand of someone most likely as yet unknown, the filth that is America will be purged from the world with fire and sword. The darkness that covers this land will be lifted, and a new generation of White children will be born and grow strong in the light. And when they do, they will remember the name of Edgar Steele, while the dogs who devoured him will be consigned to oblivion.

Well, our time is up and so that’s it for this week’s edition of Radio Free Northwest. This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 4856, Seattle, Washington 98194 or you can go to the Party’s website at This is Harold Covington and I’ll see you next week. Until then, Saoirse an dath Bàn – Freedom!

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Edgar Steele Trial as of May 4th, 2011

This is from Radio Free Northwest, May 5, 2011.

Right, it’s time for the Edgar Steele trial update.

To begin with, I should report that both Cyndi Steele and Ed’s 20 year-old daughter Kelsey have taken the stand and they have testified quite clearly to the jury of 11 women and one man that neither of them believes Ed to be guilty of attempting to hire Larry Fairfax as a hit man. Both of them have stated flat out that they were aware of Edgar’s internet contacts with a number of women in the Ukraine as part of his research for a book he was writing on the sex slave trade, which is run largely be Israeli Jews, as have several of Edgar’s friends and acquaintances and sometimes watched over his shoulder as he conducted online chats with these women.

That right there should blow the whole idea of motive out the window if there were any common sense applicable to these entire proceedings, but I think we all know that’s not the case. You may recall that the U.S. government originally claimed that Ed’s motive was to collect a large life insurance settlement on the lives of his wife and his mother-in-law, but they had to scramble to re-arrange that theory when they found out that Steele had canceled all his policies and there was no insurance.

The U.S. Attorney then confronted Cyndi with the phone call Ed made from the jail wherein he allegedly tried to tamper with her testimony, and Cyndi stated that she understood that her husband was trying to tell her that he was innocent, which is entirely consistent with the brief snippets of the conversation that I have heard played on the media.

I might add that the whole question of how a vital piece of evidence in a court proceeding ended up in the hands of the media in the first place, who then broadcast the tape publicly in a clear effort to poison the jury pool, is a subject which has been pointedly avoided by the government during the trial. One interesting section which was not played beforehand by the media indicated that Ed was under the impression that his conversation with his wife was covered by the legal doctrine of spousal privilege, which explains to me why he did such a seemingly reckless thing as to talk about the case with her. Needless to say, the court simply ignored the privilege, which federal courts do whenever they feel like it.

Larry Fairfax’s story is that although he accepted money from Steele, he never intended to kill anyone and told the FBI about the plot because he was afraid Steele would kill him if he didn’t agree. So, let me get this straight: Fairfax was afraid of a tiny little old man who had just come out of open heart surgery and who was as weak as a kitten. Yeah. Sure, Larry. That bit reminds me of the cartoon “Courage, the Cowardly Dog.”

What I still don’t get is why Fairfax allegedly went straight to the FBI and not the local police, which would seem to be the more logical place to go to report a crime in Idaho, but that’s another question that never seems to have been asked, at least according to the media reports.

The defense was at least able to touch on one key point, – that Fairfax had stolen silver from the Steeles and set up the murder plot to cover up the theft.

One weird development is that the federal judge is reviewing Larry Fairfax's handwritten notes to determine if the defense lawyers are entitled to the material. Now, you would think this would be obvious; it’s called discovery, and these should have been made available to the defense from the get-go, but apparently the defense didn’t even know they existed until Fairfax referred to them in court. The prosecution should have disclosed the existence of the notes and handed them over as a matter of pre-trial routine, but as one can imagine, in a political trial like this, the usual procedures are being largely ignored.

Winmill, the judge, said that he'll review the notes and give the defense relevant material. In other words, he gets to decide what’s relevant and what isn’t. Jesus.

There is one item of very good news indeed, and that is that the Judge has reversed himself and agreed to let at least one of the defense audio experts, George Papcun, testify that the tapes have been altered. Winmill ruled that testimony provided by Cyndi Steele and her daughter, Kelsey Steele, opened the door for testimony from Papcun about whether the recordings have been altered by the federal government. Sounds to me like that defense attorney McAllister the Steele family hired is earning his fee; he clearly used Cyndi and Kelsey to get around the judge’s outrageous ruling of last week that because the defense had not produced any evidence that the tapes had been altered, they would not be allowed to introduce any evidence that the tapes had been altered.

According to the media, it’s possible that the case may have gone to the jury by the time you folks out there are hearing this podcast, and so you may already know the verdict, so I’ll hold off on any more comments at this time, although I suspect that one way or other I’ll be letting loose with a real blast next week.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Steele Denied The Right To Make A Defense

There is a very disturbing development in the Edgar Steele case. On April the 20 and 21, a pre-trial hearing was held in Boise to determine whether or not the defense will be allowed to present audio experts who claim that audio tapes, or I should say digital recordings, I use the term tapes out of old ingrained habit—anyway, the sound recordings in which Edgar Steele supposedly tries to hire Larry Fairfax as a hit man, were forgeries.

This thing is called a Daubert hearing under Federal Rule 702, and it was specifically a hearing to determine whether the expert witnesses for the defense would be admissible in court during Edgar Steele’s upcoming trial. Two expert witnesses for the defense who have analyzed the audio tapes the prosecution is using to indict Edgar Steele were examined for their credentials so the judge can decide if their evidence will be deemed admissible during the trial.

The first expert witness is George Papcun, PhD. His web site has a list of his credentials. The judge ruled that, while his credentials qualified him as an expert, his analysis of the tapes was not relevant because no evidence from the defense had been presented that raised any suspicion that the tapes had been altered, which is simply absurd. In other words, the defense would have to sneak into the Federal Building in Spokane or Coeur d’Alene and secret videotape FBI agents messing with the tapes before they can claim that the tapes were altered.

In other words, an expert’s opinion that the sound tracks were altered is not relevant because the defense has presented no evidence that the sound tracks were altered. Well, isn’t that what Doctor Papcun’s testimony was supposed to indicate? We’re looking at Catch 22 here. It sounds like Monthy Python is writing the script.

The second expert witness was a man named Dennis Walsh. The judge ruled that Mr. Walsh did not have the necessary credentials to testify. What Mr. Walsh has discovered during his analysis is that there are 351 electronic transients in the audiotapes of June 9 and June 10. These “transients” show places on the tapes where there have been alterations or editing, with obvious quality of sound changes, etc.

Although the prosecution brought forth their own expert witnesses regarding the audiotapes, it will not be necessary to use them at trial since, after today’s ruling, the jury will hear the audio tapes and there will be NO questioning as to their authenticity.

In other words, this is a completely politically motivated case, and the fix is in. The trial is supposed to begin today, April 26, so we’ll see what happens, but I have to admit that since Steele will not be allowed to introduce a defense, it doesn’t look good. It’s kind of hard to avoid conviction when the judge decides the accused won’t be allowed to present a defense.

You know, I really wonder sometimes, what exactly did Edgar Steele do in order to piss somebody in the Federal government off like this? Some people have suggested that this whole thing is a hoax perpetrated by that big land developer up in the Idaho panhandle, Tim, Tom something, what’s-his-name, to cleanse his private little kingdom up there of wicked racists so the developers can go hog wild and turn all of North Idaho into a condo and mansion-filled paradise fit for liberal yuppies. Other people claim that Steele got onto our nigger attorney general Eric Holder’s personal shit list when he defended the Aryan Nations all those years ago. Still more claim that a book Steele was about to publish on the world sex slave trade, which is run by Israeli Jews, got the Israeli mob pissed off at him?

Who knows? But when the judge simply will not allow the authenticity of FBI evidence to be questioned, that pretty much tells the story. We’ll see how the trial plays out, but I have to admit that in view of this latest ruling, it doesn’t look good.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Okay, We're Off To The Races

Okay, the long, long, long...long wait is over and the trial of Edgar Steele has finally begun. Will start regular updates of this site again.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Steele Moved To Bonner County Jail

Wanted you all to know that Edgar Steele has been moved to the Bonner County Jail in Sandpoint, Idaho. The U.S. Marshals moved him after his hearing before Magistrate Candy Dale on February 16th.

Under consideration was a motion to have him released on bond. Mrs. Steele offered to put their house and all their property up for the bond. And a local friend offered for Edgar Steele to stay at a house of his if he couldn't be released to his home to work on his defense.

You can read the latest updates from the local rags and Bob's astute comments from the hearing at

Keep in mind that his trial is still set for March 7, 2011. Your prayers of support are always appreciated.

If you have 15-30 minutes to hand-write a positive, supportive message to Edgar, here's your chance. As of this entry's date, sending LETTERS (not just postcards) includes these guidelines:

Photos must be no larger than standard 4” by 6”
Newspapers/magazines must come from publisher
Letters are allowed, including newspaper articles/clippings and magazine articles as well as internet articles, etc.
Money Orders are allowed to be added to his commissary account
Additional questions about mail can be directed to 208-263-8417

Edgar Steele
Bonner County Detention Center
4001 N. Boyer Road
Sandpoint, Idaho 83864

Thanks for continuing to keep the Steele family in prayer!

Love, Ingri

Friday, February 11, 2011

Steele Obtains New Defense Attorney

The Edgar Steele Defense Fund, an Idaho non-profit corporation, announces that private counsel have submitted a request that their client Edgar J. Steele be released from the Spokane County Jail on bond.

The motion, filed February 9th asks that Mr. Steele be allowed to return to his Sagle, ID home to allow him to prepare for his March 7th trial date. He would be electronically monitored by the authorities and would not be allowed to leave Idaho. The $1,000,000.00 bond is secured by four north Idaho residents pledging their properties to assure Mr. Steele's appearance.

Most notable among those committing their significant financial support is Mr. Steele's own wife, Cyndi Steele. Mrs. Steele has maintained her husband's complete innocence since his arrest, despite questionable FBI and federal prosecution claims to the contrary. Mrs. Steele has also been instrumental in fund-raising activities and Internet talk radio interviews regarding the case.

Mr. Steele has been in solitary confinement since his June 11, 2010 arrest under allegations that he offered to hire his handyman Larry Fairfax to murder Steele's wife and mother-in-law. Mr. Fairfax is currently incarcerated in the Bonner County Jail, charged with violations of federal laws regarding the manufacture (and possession) of an unregistered explosive device.

In the months after Mr. Steele's arrest, Mr. Roger Pevan (of the federal defender's office in Spokane) was providing legal representation. The reassignment of attorneys was granted during a hearing on Monday, February 7th.

Donations of any size for the defense of Mr. Steele are greatly appreciated and are still being accepted by the Edgar Steele Defense Fund. More information can be obtained at; checks or money orders can be mailed to the Edgar Steele Defense Fund at P.O. 1255, Sagle, Idaho 83860.