Kidnapping, Murican, embassy, Nicaragua, Ben

My Letter to the Newest Ambassador at the American Embassy in Nicaragua

Please forward to Ambassador Kevin K. Sullivan

I just read about your appointment almost a year ago, so here's a belated congratulations. I never received a response from your predecessor, so I hope I can get some satisfaction from you. 

She may or may not have told you about me, but over the 2013 Thanksgiving holiday, I left my then 12-year old son Ben with some "friends" from Casa Ben Linder while I went to get some cough syrup from a nearby pulperia. Instead of picking me up there as we discussed, they went instead to a supermercado much further away. After waiting for them an extra half hour, I went back to where the Thanksgiving party had been, but it was closed up.

In looking for Ben, I was mugged first by a hang of putas who stole my wallet and phone. The next night I was mugged 3 times on my way to the embassy, the last time left for dead.

While I was desperately seeking my son, the CBL people arranged with agent James Bjorkman at the embassy and my then-wife Angie to kidnap Ben away from me, spread lies about me across the Nicaraguan agencies like Mi Familia, and deliberately keep me in the dark about Ben's whereabouts and status. Bjorkman then flew Angie to Managua and then both her and my son back to the states while your agent made sure I was out of the way by getting the police to stick me in an immigration detention center for 5 days.

Basically, I  never wanted anything to do with the embassy again, but after a month of homelessness and hunger in Léon, I gave up, packed my tail between my legs, and went back there. Under EXTREME mental duress, I signed a form saying I would pay back the return flight costs to the State Department. Strange thing about the cost, too. I flew a family of 5 from Miami to Managua for $1000. Yet my single flight back cost what? I think close to $1500. Just one more kick in the nuts from the embassy you inherited.

Because of the muggings, I am disabled and on a fixed Social Security Disability Income. I cannot afford to pay the extortion money to get my passport back. I want to eventually go back to Nicaragua and continue where I left off: healing and teaching those wonderful people. Despite the muggers. Thanks,

Michael Mangold, M.D.

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THE LIES CONTINUE

I lived with a pathological liar for 14 years. In the Summer of Lies (2012), I discovered the hard way how destructive this can be. Angie started the feast by covering the fact that she had been making out with a woman named Christa while keeping me and the kids waiting in the car. She lied through our divorce and the judge never called her on it, despite my protestations. But the biggest lie is still destroying my integrity and friendships.

My daughter Ami has blessed me with a wonderful grandson, Max. I have been impoverished until recently since I was abandoned in Nicaragua by Angie when she conspired with the American embassy there to kidnap my son Ben. This is how it ties in with this blog. Anyway, I feel guilty about not being a generous Grandfather to all three grandsons of mine. It bothers the hell out of me, so I offered Ami a proposal: I would adopt Max, who would then be the recipient of my Social Security Disability Insurance payments after I die. As it now stands, Angie is, just by virtue of having been married to me. Think about that: I became disabled because of the muggings I endured in Managua looking for Ben; she ruined my family, my finances, and my career, and yet our guvment believes she should benefit by death. I seriously am surprised she hasn't put a hit on me.

So when Ami told Chris about my offer, he sent me a nasty message telling me what an awful person I am. At the end, to "get back" at me, he mentioned the rumor, the terrible lie, Angie has been spreading since the Summer of Lies: that I "touched our daughter Savannah like a man touches his wife." Thinking about it makes me physically sick, so here is my response, two weeks in the making:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SAtSZHqiodzy5WLgyvit167kbvGdtZgM2679qyVC9RQ/edit

Read it and weep. I do.