photo designed by Karen Tracey Moore (copyright 2026)
I AM NOT A TERRORIST
I am a black person. No political statement here; there is another person in my town with the same name who is white and is only a few years older than me, So to keep from confusion only.
For polygraphs verifying that I am not a terrorist, see Supporting Documents tab. See the May 29th, 2020 polygraph, numbers #3-11, #15-17, and January 17th, 2017, the first paragraph 10 sentences to the right.
L. Stan Fulmer has 41+ years of experience in 18 states with law enforcement and corporations. He has also worked with the Department of Defense's Polygraph Institute. (DODPI) beside Dr. Yankee in the creation of machines for polygraph tests.
See the January 2nd, 2017 polygraph, paragraph 1 to see that I am not a terrorist.
The
Department of Homeland Security got sued in 2025 for trying to make
Karen Tracey Moore look like a terrorist. Even though it was
dismissed, it is allowed to be revisted (and will). She was
threatened with arrest from someone in her COMLink (See A Slave Lives
Next to You) and has chosen to speak out about it.
The
case can be found in the Southern District of New York's Pacer.gov
Court system, along with medical exhibits found here. The
case number is 1:25-CV-00615.
They
are aware of the accusations, the federal statutes being broken
pretending she is a terrorist, including Title 18 U.S.C. 2511,
Unlawful interception of an electronic communication.
At
some point in the last 2 years, a portion of this blog post
explaining what happened that made it clear she was set up was
erased. It speaks specifically of Joe Delia of TD Ameritrade telling
her that she can open a brokerage account without identification, E
Trade (Mike Pizzi) opening an LLC account while giving her company
the user name GHAD37 (jihad) and making her purchase things against
her will by way of coercion (See A Slave Lives Next to you and
Supporting Documents for the photo with the gun up her, the COM Link
in her ear, and the fiber optic cable in her eyes as well as
D.A.R.P.A.
The person threatening me may by Drexler in her COM Link. If anyone tells you she killed herself in an explosion, they lied.
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I did NOT blow myself or anyone else up on this earth. There is a second polygraph that clarifies this one even further. Read "Why You Should Get a Polygraph with Stan Fulmer."
Update January 5, 2024
I should have made this clearer, but in light of the brain tumors in me (See below) as well as the stress of someone trying to take my life, I didn't realize how this reads.
There is a possible grenade in me from the Department of Defense's agency, DARPA (See Ultrasound from 2008 on A Slave Lives Next to You). The Department of Homeland Security was made aware of this in 2011 and 2012 along with other government agencies including NCIS and the FBI. I was sent a letter by Deanna Chang saying nothing was wrong and that they could not help me further.
Their goal is to get me on either a plane or in a government location, or somewhere that, if the grenade in me should detonate, no one would ask a ton of questions as to why the budget is sky high for this particular investigation.
The motive is to justify going to Norway not just once but multiple times. My sister and I met women from there and exchanged social media handles. This is the justification for the trip, and every subsequent trip after, even if not on investigation.
If you don't want to read the entire post, scroll down towards the bottom and get brought up to speed on what has happened since the original post. Specifically, the 2023 posts of being forced to look like a terrorist no matter what.
Update July 27, 2022
The men in law enforcement who want to hit on people I barely know from Norway are still at it.
Someone forced the purchase of a computer chip debugger on my card. It did not have the right billing address; however the sale was forced through. When I contacted the company and said I did not want it, they e mailed me back that it was too late and to ship it back when I got it. (Forgot. Made to open it. See a Slave Lives Next to You.) This is the second time they have attempted something like this since January 2017, when 2 women from Nowway came through my town and became facebook friends with me and my sister.
Digikey sent back the money via check after it could not put it back on my card.
I am still being set up.
The SEC Whistleblower documents I sent were diverted at some point; so I'm not sure if there's something going on there as well to make me look like a terrorist.
The complaint concerned accounts being opened for my companies I started without identification. This violates the Patriot Act of 2001.
This makes me look like a terrorist.
Some Background
There were a few stranger-than-fiction things that happened at the beginning of Trump's run for office. So strange that everything about it said the situation was orchestrated.
I am not saying that the Trump administration had anything to do with it. Far from it. It had all the hallmarks of a Hollywood Production.
Example #1:
Fuselage from a 20-year-old plane crash mysteriously lodged between two buildings.
Example #2:
The bombs mysteriously sent to Congressmen and women making it through the very diligent USPS system POST 9/11. That never quite had any way to explode.
Example #3:
No rope to be found in the vicinity of the Florida "bombing" suspects’ car. So, we were met with constant footage of two guys with their feet apart flanking the SUV, tilted upward towards the camera for a helicopter shot.
Example #4:
Some unsuspecting young man in New York City is taken aside and told, "Kid, today, you're a crock pot bomber." Yeah. A bomb with an extension chord.🙄
What am I Getting At?
It would not be the first time someone in government fabricated something for attention.
After all, there are books to be written (Goodness knows Trump's administration knows all about that), talk show circuits to hit, and job offers to field when something like this happens.
I tinker with chemicals as a novice rocket enthusiast (See rocket club membership card from 2020 under Supporting documents).
So, I have used Saltpeter and sugar to try and make sugar rockets. So, if anything explodes or catches fire at my residence, that is most likely a rocket project gone bad. NOT A BOMB!!!!!
So, don't worry about shoo-ing investigators along if they stick around beyond your comfort about it. The answer to their inquiry may well be known already.
Why I am mentioning this
I have contacted the Obama administration about issues found in my medical records that did not have an explanation in science.
Specifically, there is what looks like a gun or a grenade in my torso.
After many attempts to do so, I had been met with resistance from local law enforcement about the matter, as well as my state’s Labor and Licensing board. I tried the state’s governing body that handles law enforcement agencies, to no avail.
I then moved on to reaching out to federal officials.
And why wouldn’t I? This was our golden hour! I mean, then President Obama was in the White House; what else could happen but all my problems are solved, and everything will be okay? Right? Right???
Relax, even Mrs. Obama expressed that they weren’t perfect, so it’ll be okay.
I’m just saying what happened when I went there was confusing.
Twice more, with feeling…
I rolled up my sleeves and started plotting how to get this metal contraption out of my gut. I went to the
store and purchased a pack of blank CDs. Labels, Stamps, and a few trips (and about $150) later, I had sent documents to Senators, the Department of Homeland Security, NCIS (I was born in a military hospital), and just about anyone who would hear me. (See Supporting Documents for receipts).
I even sent a few more E Mails to the Department of Justice and local officials for help.
The only answer I got back was from Deanna Chang of the Department of Homeland Security under Janet Napolitano.
The letter signed by her indicated that it wasn’t something that her department handled.
Then, nothing.
I mean crickets from Washington, D.C., and all things law enforcement.
I was floored. I got to thinking, there is no way that they got this. I mean, what on earth would make them ignore a possible hand grenade in my body?
What if I had gone to the inauguration? (Really wanted to that year…)
Miss Moore goes to Washington
I had come up against a different kind of wall. Back then, they didn’t use the term “Blue Wall” but it was implied when I reached out for help. I just did not know at the time why.
In 2011, I had had enough. Of a LOT of things. Including, but not limited to, being cover for someone’s porn habit. (See the May 29th, 2020 polygraph on being used for this.)
I packed up and drove from Charleston, SC to Washington, D.C., looking for answers. I figured; someone must be setting me up locally by not letting my mail reach it is destination. Why else would they do this?
This isn’t the first time my naivete showed, but I hoped that the liberal values of helping the little guy were still percolating under the surface.
When I got to the FBI, the two officers at the window had looks of incredulous wonder on their face. Why, I am not sure, but they made haste to give me a card and told me to come back tomorrow.
I was surprised and confused; I asked is there a number I can call to come back and speak to someone. They persisted with just call the number and sent me away.
I was frustrated; I drove a long way to talk to someone. I had even told them I needed to talk to them about criminal activity.
I decided I wasn’t leaving until I talked with someone. So, I went to another walkway to the FBI buildings and was met with two more officers.
One laughed at me; (more on this later) and another gave me this flimsy card with handwriting scrawled on it. I ended up losing it later and being overwhelmed from not finding my sister when I went up there, went home empty-handed.
I wasn’t sure what was going on; I was angry, resentful, and upset. I felt betrayed; like every voter who was really into their candidate winning, I weirdly felt like they were singling me out.
Then, I remembered...
Retro Anyone?
I worked at a nightclub in Chicago in 1995. I was leaving after deciding to go home and get a job as a customer service rep. At this point, I was scrawny, broken from being raped 3 times, and dizzy from the objects that had been in me a while. This includes part of glass from the bottle of a rape I did not know was up me and was bleeding me to death.
I headed back to my hotel in an unbelievably “NO, -I-don’t-want-to-go-back-there-ever” cold night when I heard him in the distance.
“Excuse me!”
“No thanks!” I yelled over my shoulder, walking more briskly.
I just want to talk to you."
Okay, Karen, get a grip, I told myself. Just turn around and cuss and shout and he will be scared and go away.
So I did.
And I mean, I dug deep. Looking for words from the club I had heard and let ‘em fly.
I then wheeled around and sprinted to my hotel. In the distance I could hear, “well forget it!”
So, that was that.
The End.
(See Polygraph May 29, 2020.)
...
Until the November 2007 Election was underway, and I was harassed by members of the Democratic party.
Even though it wasn't clearly him, the wheels were turning (along with the rumor mill). I had never been so scared or sick in my life.
I had been blocked from being seen by my Democratic enemies; some from the party to keep me from getting killed by some ticked off supporters, some to snub me.
Update: Today, it is most likely the same tyrants over him who were unsure if that was him or not as well. After all, I was bullied in my early teens by others about dating white (See "20 Tips to Recover from sexual Assault"). So LOTS of possible explanations here of who may have bullied me. (Or set this up. More on that possibility later.)
But what was important, it became clear even to the detractors that if I did indeed blow up, the buck would stop with him. (See "A Slave Lives Next to You").
So, later, cooperation did come in the form of two very in-a-hurry medical staff who acted like they were just going to take a look see at my cervix.
They wheeled a light over, and after I was in the stirrups, took to yanking on my insides like they were trying to pry a barn door open. (She swears there was no camera attached to it, but I disagree.) I was screaming as they were trying to "un-wedge" something from me.
My pelvis bone was hurt as a child when I fell back attempting a back flip, so that with them trying to pull the object out of me when it wouldn’t clear my vagina hurt like heck.
The pain was debilitating; I was screaming stop. They finally gave up and said they would have to go into my body to do a little exploratory surgery.
Of course. Who wouldn’t want someone who yanked out their insides now cutting them open while unconscious?
I told her sure, I would make an appointment, then got out of there as fast as I could.
Yes, gossips do exist…
I tried to get a grip on some things during the Trump Administration to get some things out there; but the racial hostility was so high from members on the Republican side, it made no sense at the time for me to try and say anything.
That is, until some other incidents occurred that compelled me to try again. (more on this later.)
I printed off some flyers for Me in Context to take in my area during the election.
Because my polygraph had mentioned the incident that someone who bared a resemblance to a black politician tried to speak to me in 1995 (See May 29th, 2020 polygraph) the hostility from blacks in my area was at an all-time high.
I was giving these out in a grocery store in the area where licenses to do so where not necessary on election day.
I was flanked by two employees and a manager who began to shout at the top of her lungs for the whole store to hear that I was not to pass these out and that if I continued she would call the police on me.
She then when and collected them from the store patrons that were given one. I checked with an officer who was in the store who confirmed that it was illegal for the manager to take to possession from the patrons after they were given.
The next day, an officer and 2 mental health professionals showed up at my door. They told me that the manager called the mayor’s office and said I was having problems and wanted to know if I needed to talk to someone.
I was super. ticked. This constant barrage of “nicesty” black democrats, crabby racists, and a locked down computer made this one of the scariest 13 years of my life.
I asked if I was under arrest, and they said no, just wanted to talk to me.
Then the officer asked if the medical situation had been handled.
I started to answer "no"; then that familiar tug of the device and that icy feeling up my spine and I new "no" meant another gun shot. I just didn't know if my body could take another one.
So, I told him, "yes".
Thing is, I'm not sure if the grenade was ever taken out.
To see the grenade and other MRIs about this situation, go to A Slave Lives Next To You.
To see the hell in the life of children, please see They're Angels Always See God.
Update 2023:
There seems to be rumblings of beating the crap out of me from messing things up for the counter terrorism guys and their buds that agreed to assist. It seems the deal was, if they help get me, the lead investigators will be "Wingmen" into Norway. So, if they are turned down after the investigation, it doesn't matter. They would be able to go there every year after without looking creepy with other investigators (or local officers) on vacation. "So, what brings you to Norway?"
"I was here last year on an investigation and thought I would come back to see more of it."
Five years later...
"I came back after an investigation and have been visiting ever since. This is Bob, from the division that helped me.blah blah blah..."
So, there's that. The thing is, the COM Link device in my ear from DARPA is embedded in my skull. I can't just take it out. So whether I want to or not, I hear ALOT of conversations.
I was expected to continue writing them as manuscripts for various projects. I don't get credit for it; as a slave, it pops up by algorithm into someone else's name. I have rebelled against them; they are on pause for now until someone's handmaid baby comes out of me (See upcoming 30 page polygraph with evidence embedded.)
They are planning to put me on a plane, knowing that the grenade pin is most likely out (as instructed.) I am freaking out. I bought an ultrasound machine and have what looks like a Phosphorus hand grenade in me as well as an M67 grenade. But again, I thought my blood vessels were spaghetti, so I will have to wait for a professional to confirm. I reached out to SLED to get a bomb squad person to at least look at it; they would not even answer.
When I reached out to SLED about being trafficked this year, the human trafficking person on duty was quite curt and told me to contact my local sheriff's office.
I am working on a post concerning Donald S Trump who went from protecting me from being whipped to being agitated to saying "You can whip her all you want; Melania and I can't stand her." Yes, people in Washington, D.C. seem to forget NOTHING they do is every really private for national security reasons. If the contraptions in my body are real (See DARPA post) then allowing me to be
harmed and the components are broken or destroyed makes them criminally liable under federal codes of law (in my opinion) for destroying telecommunications infrastructure of the United States.
So, FYI, if you hear I went ballistic when the law tries to handcuff me for show for the umpteenth time or try to take me into custody, know that they have systemically plotted "Gone Girl" movie like precision to make sure I was used up, spit out, and discarded. I will not go quietly. I will fight back. I have rights.
I have never been arrested in my life. When government told state officials to back off of me and my siblings, the mental health law was adjusted to handcuff and shackle people to make sure that sadistic part of them is satisfied. That is how they handle rape victims that are struggling with PTSD and the poor here. So FYI when you visit; stay close to your hotel and have your embassy on speed dial.
Anyway, back to working on another post with more detail of what should have stayed a nothing burger that blew up (no pun intended) into 7 homicides and a constant attempt to keep me silent before the 2024 election.
For the full law and it's interpretation by the United States Department of Justice
website, go to
https://www.justice.gov/crt/deprivation-rights-under-color-law
