Longtime readers will remember the infamous February 1983 case in North Dakota when U. S. Marshals attempted to murder the hard-nosed farmer/patriot and WWII Silver Star recipient Gordon Kahl. Even some law enforcement personnel around the nation were silently cheering when Gordon, 63, outshot the murderous marshals and escaped to Arkansas. After a nine-minute standoff on the highway outside of Medina, ND, Gordon’s 23-year-old son, Yorie, was shot down first, apparently by either Chief Marshal Muir or Deputy Marshal Robert Cheshire. Neither Yorie nor his friend Scott Faul fired a shot in defense, let alone offense, but both have been in federal prison ever since as the (obvious) blood sacrifice by the satanic system for the sins of the father. Yorie details more of that description in his latest report below.
At suppertime on June 3rd, Gordon was in a friend’s farmhouse in northern Arkansas, watching the evening TV news and contemplating how he could safely return to North Dakota, turn himself in and somehow get the two innocent young men, Yorie and Scott, released. Instead, he was shot in the back of the head by FBI agents while sitting unarmed at the dinner table and watching the evening news. Then the federal agents, fearing a report that they may have murdered the wrong man, set the house on fire, burning the dead body to an unrecognizable condition.
The parole hearing, which I had today (7/19/2022), was an ambush. I signed up for a statutory interim hearing but learned when I got there it was a mandatory parole hearing in respect to my “mandatory” parole release date of February 12, 2023. I also learned when I got there that a very substantial effort had been made (with no notice to me of course) obviously by the DOJ and US Marshals Service to put on a spectacular and sensational show with “victim witnesses” to provide “testimony. There were about 10 such persons there, but all of them didn’t provide “testimony.” A few just sat there. I quickly learned that my statement that I timely mailed to the Parole Commission never found its way into the file and the examiner was completely unfamiliar with the reports by law enforcement professionals about the incident in both North Dakota and Arkansas. The examiner did mention that there were many letters in support of my parole, but I have only ever seen the copies that my concerned friends mailed to me or Donna.
The US Marshal from ND was there and there was a deputy (I didn’t catch whether he was a deputy US marshal or some other deputy). There were family members of the US Marshal that had been killed (Kenneth Muir). One was his son or nephew and the other a daughter (things were going so fast that I couldn’t quite keep up). And there was an assistant US attorney (I think from ND). To keep this from getting too long, after the examiner and I went over some things (most of which he could not follow as he never had my statement with supporting documents to read), he permitted the “victim witnesses” to give statements. It really was a charade and circus. (My Unit Manager managed to copy my copy of my statement and provide it to the examiner, who said he wouldn’t have time to read it before he made his recommendation, but that he would look at it and try to catch the gist of the points I was making exactly the opposite of what the rules require).
Parole Commission rules and regulations require statements by witnesses, etc., and documents to be submitted to the Commission no later than the first day of the first month prior to the month the hearing is held. While I complied with the rules, the DOJ and its flock of “victim witnesses” did not. Their statements (except apparently the assistant US attorney’s written statement, which she read) all appeared for the first time at the hearing itself.
None of the “victim witnesses” were witnesses and the two family members of Muir blamed me for everything in their lives that has been tragic to them and their family members: from members having cancer, one who got Alzheimer’s, and even a nephew or something that got killed in a car wreck. (It was hard to keep track of the absurdities). Muir’s son or nephew (whichever he was) droned on for about 20 minutes (it seemed) about how much I was responsible for everything that happened in the lives of Muir’s family members — even things that happened years before the incident (unless I heard him wrong). Both relatives pretty much followed the same script. The US marshal told the examiner that I, my father, Scott Faul and the lot of us were members of the Sheriff’s Posse Comitatus (SPC), after I had denied this, and that the meetings we were attending were SPC meetings, which he claimed to know for a “fact,” because he had been some kind of local policeman somewhere in ND at the time of the incident and he had been “told” this. (He didn’t say who told him these lies). He also said that we were deliberately out to shoot law enforcement officers (or maybe he meant just people at large, I’m not really sure — he was not very articulate). The deputy basically repeated his statements but was more brief. Both, however, emphasized that we were SPC members, and our meetings were SPC meetings, as if this was a fact.
All of the performers made special emphasis that I have never shown “remorse” or “contrition,” which was obviously scripted from a law suit I pursued for many years in Washington, D.C. — all drawn from a comment by the lead prosecutor in the case at my sentencing. I addressed a question from the examiner by explaining that when the marshals first appeared, we not only had no idea who they were, but that one exited a vehicle and screamed “you’re gonna die,” after which they started laughing, and that this was followed by one (Deputy Marshal Cheshire) screaming “we’re gonna blow your f-ing heads off.” I explained how my terrified mother was crying on the floorboard of the car fighting for safety against government witness Vernon Wegner (both of whom thought they were going to be killed by the unknown vulgar assailants).
The assistant US attorney read a statement that was filled with falsehoods (pretty much the same lies told over and over by interested government agencies both before and after the incident) and railed that I have not shown “remorse” or “contrition” (they all followed that same script). She also said that we knew the identity of the marshals and of the warrant and chose to deliberately kill the marshals over the petty probation violator warrant (on a misdemeanor sentence). Of course, she said I shot first and hit Cheshire in the chest. She droned on and on and asked the examiner if he received her statement that she had either emailed of faxed to him and he said he did. (They didn’t lose her statement and, unsurprisingly, I never received a copy of it in the discovery material).
Muir’s son or nephew actually screamed over and over that he would shoot me and kill me if he could. Some of the performers looked like they wanted to crawl under the table as he ranted and ranted. (It really was a pathetic scene).
All of them that made statements demanding that I never be released from prison — ever.
The examiner didn’t comment on a single one of the many letters of support they received on my behalf for my release (Which has always been the case at all my hearings). He said that based on an incident report I received in 1992 and one I received in 2013 that he would recommend denying me parole. He then said that based on my “anger” shown by my comments about Cheshire screaming that they were going to blow our “f-ing heads off,” that on that alone he would recommend denying my parole, because he thought that that showed I would commit crimes if I was released.
This sums up the highlights of the hearing.
They murdered my father, and they are slowly murdering Scott and me. We won’t be the first innocent men who have died in prison. We won’t be the last.
The politics behind the case is as firm and corrupt as it was when this all happened. The final decision will be made in Washington, D.C. Sadly, the script hasn’t changed in all these years. The people behind this have simply passed their baton to others and, ironically, continue to refuse to do the very thing they accuse me of — they still show no “remorse” or “contrition” for their actions. History shows that power once corrupted remains arrogant until it is humbled. That almost invariably takes a long, long time.
We pray and hope, for we can do no more…. Yorie