Rape and Snuff Clubs: Watch Out
During the last 12 years I've worked on and off as a temp for various
agencies in Los Angeles.
I've encountered some of the most bizarre and horrendous forms
of organized crime in existence at different companies I've been assigned
I believe there are numerous rape (and snuff) clubs in existence
which use some temp agencies to provide victims for them. Their usage of
temps isn't exclusive, but during the course of my experience, I've found
temps are used most frequently. There are hints and giveaway questions
beginning with the agencies that have tipped me off to their true intent.
One of the most obvious (and fearful) questions from the agency,
(though it could come from someone in a company) is:
"How many people would have to be notified if you had to move?"
When I've asked how this concerns them, the response has been
a very tough "answer the question." The real issue they're getting at is,
how many people would come after them if you disappeared. I've had both
agency reps and company people fly into rages when they discover that I
am very well connected and have literally dozens of friends, relatives,
church members and neighbors that know me.
The rape clubs invite you to parties which have ice cubes that
have been loaded with tranquilizing drugs in them. One giveaway is that
when you get there, you will always be asked to fix your own drink, with
ice cubes from the pink tray.
Ask what's the difference between the pink and the blue trays, and the
answer is that blue is for boys and pink is for girls.
Once I mixed the ice cubes in the sink and had nothing to drink
myself. 25 minutes later 3 of the men who had asked me to make drinks for
them with cubes from the blue tray passed out cold.
At one party where I drank nothing, due to my suspicions, and
left early, I was grilled by the agency on Monday morning over the at the
company, and then interrogated by the club members as to why I had left
and told there would be another "party" the next week.
When I said at this time that I already had plans I was screamed
at by several club members and then one of them demanded to know when I
would be free.
When I asked some of my female colleagues if they had ever gone
to any of these parties and what their experiences were, they all said
they had gone and then passed out.
They said (in all instances at different companies) that they
had woken up in the host's house the next day with the host's "wife" telling
them that they had had too much to drink . All of these women had made
their own drinks with ice cubes from pink trays.
That's all for now. There's some other stuff about the club members
strange, distant, jumpy and evasive behavior at work, but I'll share that
with you later.
In regard to your questions about wanting to discuss this further,
well, it's been buried for years and I am now writing out everything I
Thank you for your concern and your time.
I Helped You When You Needed Help.
by Paul McLaughlin
In 1975 I started my One-Man Advocate on Child Abuse in Portland,
Oregon and Donora, Pennsylvania.
This is one of many stories I tell. When you work to help others,
you will see miracles. Miracles happens only when you work at it.
I moved into the Portland area and after I started my advocate
I got acquainted with the community of trying to know where the locations
of programs such as, United Way, Children Services, Crippled Children Hospitals
and other non-profit organizations.
Since 1975 I spoke of my story on 7 talk radio, 3 magazines, television
commercial, unpublished booklet, Open Forums and so much more.
I did much volunteer works for the hunger, crippled children,
etc. I did some volunteer work at the Homeless Shelter on Burnside in Portland.
I just started three months earlier of this work during the weekend.
I went home about 8 PM and the bus stop was about 3 blocks away
from the Homeless shelter.
While waiting for the city bus with 5 other people, I notice a
young girl walking toward the bus stop from across the street.
As she walked to the bus stop she was staggering. She came to
me and fell onto her knees and wrap her arms around my legs and screaming
out "help me, help me".
I knew that help is just only a few blocks from the bus stop.
I taken her and walk towards the homeless shelter and this young
girl kept on shouting, "help me."
For some unknown reason I put my hands on both of her shoulders
and I managed to turn her around facing a big picture window from a clothing
I said to this young girl; "see the reflection in the window?
There are two people whose going to help you?" Do you know who they are?
She said, you are sir. "I said I will help you but there is another
person in that reflection whose going to help you and who is that person?"
The child says, I will help myself.
I managed to get her to the shelter. The police was there and
wrote up the report and taken her to a rehab program to dry out from alcohol
or from drugs. Many will return to the streets and goes back onto drugs
and alcohol. I learned that the child is 16 years old.
Over 6 years went by.
Wife and I walked out of the Nordstrom store and looking for another
store. As we were on the side walk walking toward another store we notice
a young lady running in our direction.
This lady ran up to me and I was surprised. The
lady said to me, thank you Paul for helping her.
I'm sorry but I not know who you are. Wife suggest it might be
one of my friends.
The lady said that Paul helped her off the street.
I said to the young lady that I help many people.
Well, this young lady got a little upset with me and open up her
purse and pulled out this business card with my photo on it and in big
bold block letters printed: I Helped You When You needed Help."
I knew what the cards are because it was my cards that I pass
out to those I did something small in directions or in some small helpful
I said to the lady, I still not know who you are.
The young lady eyes watering and she finally turned me around
facing a picture window and says to me. "Whose going to help you?".
BINGO. I knew who she was. I did not recognized her because she
was all dress up pretty and has a job.
Thank you Paul. I said to her, no, thank yourself for helping
We laugh, we cry, we hug.
When I help people I give people my calling card and I would stuff
it into there pocket, or into their sock so they won't lose it. I Helped
You When You Needed Help.
This is one of many story in my life.
I seen miracle works and I'm not a christian.
In 1988, I did became a christian.
We can pray, sing, study bible, go to church, but that's not going
to help people.
To see miracles you must put God's words into action other than
I know. I seen many miracles.
Note added 3/3/2010: Paul is a disabled adult survivor of child abuse. The above is written in his own words. To find out more about him please visit this website.
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professional help. If you need it, get it. Submissions are by and for other
survivors to help other survivors. Thank you for your support.
In healing and hope,