Terry Wagar… Don’t worry… I’m on the case.

Dear Terry,

I have started to read your comment you posted. It is quite intriguing… that is a deep rooted conspiracy against you… I of course, as an ordinary citizen can do nothing immediately to help you… but I vow to get right to the bottom of this… and I have a few ideas that may help.

So far my investigations have turned up nothing. I of course used, google to check some things out. What I found was that you have posted this comment all over the place. This is good in that it gets your story out for people to see it, but it makes it very hard for me to verify facts and do any proper investigating… but I think that getting your story heard may actually be more important anyway. I think that you should also put pictures of yourself up so that people will know what you look like and vindicate you from all those people that have “pedified” you… That is an interesting word and I have never heard it before, nor have I been able to find a definition anywhere… but the way you used it is that they made you look like a pedophile… well… I thought it would be good to get your picture out with your story so that the public knows that you are not… a pedophile… so I have created a sketch from the feelings I got from reading 3/4 of your story. I also have come up with a small profile of stuff that I gathered from your epic post.

Terry Wagar is from Portland. He is fond of long web posts and commas. However he has a serious aversion to periods. (as for me, I like periods… I like to link them together and create ellipses… and then I overuse/misuse this grammatical theme whenever I can…) Terry however only used 13 periods in his entire post. His post if copied and pasted to a Word document with size 12, New Times Roman font… is 4 pages long, with 2,672 words… and one paragraph… he only used 13 periods and two of those were used in “p.s.”… He did use 146 commas though… so I guess that works…

From this I get the feeling Terry Wagar looks like this….
Terry Wagar1
Note the use of the “rapist glasses” for that extra-bad-boy look. However, I could be way off… my roommate, Alex, seems to think that Mr. Wagar may have a pony tail…. like:
Terry Wagar2
That is pretty good… but if Mr. Wagar is trying to hide from his conspirators… he may have grown a mustache and donned a toupée… and in that case he would look like:
Terry Wagar3
But then again his mustache would probably be even creepier… more like:
Terry Wagar4
or if they didn’t have cool Elvis wigs he would have to settle for a wig like:
Terry Wagar5
But if he’s gonna go that far, he might even try cross dressing… like a granny tranny from Grants Pass, OR… like:
Terry Wagar6
But hell I don’t really know, maybe he’s not cross-dressing he could just be singing for some lame Portland punk band… but if that was the case I think he would look more like:
Terry Wagar7
Anyway to anyone reading this, if you see this guy… he is not just some weird pedophile weirdy weirdo… he is just an innocent man that has been the victim of a vast conspiracy by his wife Joan, her manstress Eric “doubleclick” Carlson, their friend Erica, The F.B.I., The Employees of WalMart, maybe some doctors, and his daughters neighbor Donna. And in the process of this conspiracy to murder Terry the have also “pedified” him and ruined his name.

So good luck Terry, and I will keep up with my investigation.

Aaron Todd Alden, Private Investigator


9 Responses to “Terry Wagar… Don’t worry… I’m on the case.”

  1. 1 karla
    May 22, 2008 at 9:21 pm

    I edited Terry Wagar’s epic story so that the average everyday person could make sense of it. It’s actually really interesting once you get past the whole schizno-ness of it all.

    My name is Terry Wagar.

    I’m e-mailing you because I’m at a loss as to what I can do about a very dangerous murder conspiracy against me and others. For over two and a half years I’ve suffered from this conspiracy. It began, as best as I can tell, when my wife Joan Wagar started having an affair with a co-worker named Eric Carlson. Their affair started around April of 2005. I had reason to believe they were trying to kill me back then, but I wasn’t sure at the time. I’m very sure now! There is a very interesting fact about Eric that Joan tried to hide from me and my daughters; he is almost identical in appearance to me! My wife nicknamed him “Double-Click.” When I learned of my wife’s affair I also learned of that nickname and asked Joan “Why do you call him Double-Click?” she said “Oh, that’s what everyone calls him at work.” Ever since my wife Joan insisted her affair was over, it never ended.
    Over the period of a year and a half all kinds of odd things were happening. I started getting very sick from time to time. I suspected she was poisoning me but was not sure at the time. I am now! In early 2006 around February or March I went to the hospital asking to be tested because my wife was talking in her sleep saying she was poisoning me. I went to OHSU and signed in. They informed me that it was unlikely that they would find anything but they took my vitals and I waited in the lobby. I waited four and a half hours and they never called me back to be checked, and no officers came to question me about my concerns. So I went home. I could tell no one there cared.
    This is just too long to explain so I will try to get to the point. On March 26th of 2007 at 5:55 am I put an audio recorder in Joan’s purse because I heard my wife whispering to someone in her bedroom. I slept on the couch, our marriage was falling apart. I heard what sounded like a guy whispering back, so I put my recorder in her purse expecting to finally catch Joan in the act. I laid down pretending to still be asleep. Ten minutes later, my wife left for work. I caught on that there was a lot more than I expected. I caught a murder conspiracy! I didn’t know it right away because the audio I got is about 17 hours long. I heard on it she was with Eric.
    Two days later I left her and moved in with my oldest daughter Shawna. I spent the next week and a half on and off trying to listen to this audio. It didn’t take long to figure out that I was being framed for something by my wife and her lover, and they had help! Lots of help, I learned. I was under investigation by the FBI, and these investigators were good friends with Joan and Eric. They all met up at our apartment that morning in Joan’s bedroom. They climbed in through Joan’s window. I learned they were there to frame me as a pedophile. Eric was posing for pictures in Kayle’s bedroom, our youngest daughter, while the investigator named Erica, last name unknown to me, was taking pictures of him while Kayle slept. Afterwards, Eric climbed out Joan’s window and waited for her in her car, and a John Ray climbed in and helped Joan put something on our computer, and then he left the way he came. Joan finished getting ready for work and picked up her purse and left.
    Once outside, Joan was talking to these investigators and discussing what they were going to do next. On the ride to work Joan and Eric were discussing what they were going to say to other employees when they get there. Joan mentioned to Eric, “you woke her up,” referring to Kayle. Then, they discussed breaking into Shawna’s apartment with Erica. After lots of listening to that audio I learned that Joan Eric and Erica planed to rape Shawna and murder her and then frame me for this! They planed to use a signed check of mine to purchase a gun in my name – remember that Eric looks almost like me in appearance. Eric was going to use my ID and one of my checks to purchase a gun. Joan was instructed to collect my sperm. Eric was going to rape and murder Shawna. Erica was going to plant my sperm on Shawna’s body along with other false evidence. Joan and Eric met up at Wal-Mart along with Joan’s sister Vickie and the investigators and were waiting at the front door for someone to let them in. Other employees showed up and the investigators pretended to have caught me in the act, referring to Eric in Kayle’s room, and saying they got me on camera.
    Once inside, the investigators proceed to put on a phony show of investigating while in the presence of Wal-Mart employees while Joan and Eric and Vickie are trashing my name to their fellow employees and turning everyone there against me. Joan was even admitting Eric has been impersonating me for other crimes. After hours and hours of the investigators claiming in Wal-Mart employees presence that I was doing wrong things and Joan and Eric telling countless lies about me, the investigators gave permission to all of them to pedifie me.
    Joan started printing out flyers about me at Wal-Mart. I don’t know whether they used them or not. I learned they had me under an illegal video surveillance. The whole apartment had hidden cameras. The investigators asked their supervisor to take 6:30 off of Joan because John Ray broke in there. When I left Joan and moved in to my daughters apartment about 3 or 4 days later, the FBI took over the apartment above Shawna and proceeded to spread rumors in Shawna’s neighborhood. They were spying on us as well with hidden cameras. They didn’t know at that time that I knew they were up there. The ceiling in Shawna’s apartment has no insulation so I could hear them up there talking about editing my audio and discussing ways of killing me. I knew because they are members of authorities I couldn’t get help calling 911, not to mention I was very worried for my family’s safety. I was afraid to tell Shawna about this at the time for her own safety, so I just continued to listen to the audio trying to learn as much about this as I could. For my own safety I pretended to not understand it well.
    About a week and a half after I left Joan, on April 7th, Donna, Joan’s mother who also lives at Shawna’s apartment complex, asked Shawna if I could go to her apartment to fix her computer. She said the Internet didn’t work. I didn’t want to, but Shawna insisted. So I went over to Donna’s with Shawna and tried to fix her computer. Donna offered me a cup of coffee and I accepted. She brought me a cup of coffee and what looked like a mayonnaise lid filled with sugar. I put 2 or 3 spoonfuls in my coffee and was sipping while working on her computer. Finally, I told Donna that I couldn’t fix it and that maybe she should get a new computer.
    I drank up my coffee and Shawna and I left to go back to Shawna’s apartment. It wasn’t far away, but by the time I got to the stairs I started feeling sick. Once inside I really started feeling very sick and needed to lie down. Fifteen minutes later my head felt like there was acid eating away at me from the inside. Not thinking clearly, I called Joan asking if she could take me to the hospital. During the drive there, Joan was looking at her rear view mirror a whole hell of a lot, which gave me the suspicion we were being followed. Keep in mind that neither Joan nor those investigators knew yet that I knew about them.
    Once at the hospital, I was so fucked up and hurting in my head that I needed a wheelchair. Once I was admitted and taken back to the emergency room I waited and waited but no doctor ever came and examined me. One person came in acting like a doctor but never examined me. He only wanted to put his finger in my ass supposedly for a colon test of some sort, but he never asked me what was wrong, never examined my eyes or mouth or ears, never took my vitals, and never took a urine sample. I was holding my head in severe pain and all he wanted was to put his finger in my ass. Once he was done he left. A half hour later a male nurse brought me a bottle of something to drink. He said I needed to drink the whole bottle and that I was going to some room to have a kind of x-ray. Never once did a doctor examine me nor did a doctor come in to explain what was going on. After I drank the bottle the nurse took me to a room for this x-ray, and then brought me back to my room.
    About an hour later a doctor came and explained that the only thing they could find wrong was there was a little bleeding in my colon and he recommended I follow up with a colonoscopy. Needless to say I was totally shocked at his blatant attempt to ignore the fact that nobody examined me! I knew then that those investigators had somehow interfered with my medical treatment and done something to prevent a doctor from examining me.
    I went back to Shawna’s apartment still in pain. My head felt like burning acid, and to this day my head still hurts. About a week after this I stopped pretending to know nothing about this crap with Joan and the investigators. I looked up at the ceiling where they were and called them a bunch of criminals and murderers and that I was completely disgusted with them. Shawna was home at this time but didn’t understand why I did that. An hour later, Shawna left for work, and after that all hell broke loose up stairs. A lot of people in suits were going up there. There was some yelling and they seemed very angry. A lot of activity was going on for the rest of that day in the apartment above Shawna’s place.
    At around 8 or 9 that night, several people went up there talking very loudly and acting like they were looking at something. They said very loudly “Yep, that’s a pedophile alright.” Then, he and a few others from that apartment ran out of there yelling at the top of their lungs throughout the whole neighborhood calling me a pedophile. From this point on they were pedifying me openly in Shawna’s neighborhood. They were just flat out calling me a pedophile to others in that neighborhood.
    This whole time I spent most of my time on the floor in pain from Donna poisoning me. I flat out knew I could get no help calling 911 since these were people in authority doing this to me. They stopped doing this when Shawna was around because they didn’t want her to know about it. I told Shawna about this but she didn’t believe me because she never witnessed any of it and no one at work mentioned this to her. She believed Donna poisoned me but she never understood any of the other stuff. The investigators were quiet until Shawna left for work, and were loud when she left. They would say things like “We’re going to FUCK you over now you son of a bitch!”
    I remained in the apartment for about a week after Donna poisoned me, unable to walk much because of the pain. Around this time, Eric showed up downstairs talking very loudly up at the investigators. The investigators were on the third floor on the patio and Eric was on the ground talking up at them – Shawna’s apartment is in between them. Eric was loudly calling me a pedophile and giving my description to others who were out there trying to piss me off. I didn’t go out to confront him because I knew they wanted to shoot me. Before he left he yelled up at the investigators telling them to make sure I drink my coffee. Keep in mind they weren’t hiding any of their murder attempts from me. After all, Eric and Joan had permission from the authorities to murder me so they just don’t give a shit. I have reason to believe the authorities pressed charges against me and gave my description on TV because wherever I go, people seem to recognize me. People in Shawna’s old neighborhood would point over at me and say “There’s the guy they pedified.”
    Ever since, I have been under attack behind my back and in front of my face. I learned from that audio that they pedified me in prison. So if I get arrested for anything I will likely be murdered in prison. After they poisoned me, they broke into Shawna’s apartment and replaced my audio with a different version, hoping I would think it was the original. I didn’t fall for that. Their version is nothing but a death threat against me and Shawna, and they’re demonstrating how they plan to frame my whole family and give them the blame for poisoning and pedifying me. And at the end of it they were flat out framing me as a pedophile, using my voice and Kayle’s, although they made the mistake of admitting somewhere in the middle of the audio that there using Kayle’s voice.
    On their replacement audio, they threatened to pedifie Shawna if I say something about this. Well, they already did that, what it amounts to is they tried to kill me and Shawna. I caught them in the act, and then they threatened to kill us if I talked about it. Then, they tried to kill us again, so it does me no good to heed their threats. As far as I’m concerned, they murdered me already, and they’re in the process of murdering Shawna right now.
    There have been too many attempts to tell them all on this. Suffice it to say, the other night Joan and a couple of her friends came here to murder me and that plan failed, but they’re not scared about it because they have some people in authority covering there asses. I write this on November 13th 2007 and at this very moment this apartment is under an illegal video surveillance by the FBI, and they allow others over the Internet to spy on us and make fun of us. Chances are they’re going to murder me for sending this because they made it clear they’re going to cover their asses, but that’s why I saved the best for last.

    P.S. The address where this occurred is 8800 SE Causey Loop N-205 Clackamas, OR 97086. The whole neighborhood there has heard of this and the authorities used a warrant to kick out the tenants above Shawna’s apartment. In 2005 my wife Joan Wagar was poisoning me, and I was a regular blood donor at the time. When I discovered this, I went to the OHSU emergency hospital to get checked and to report this, but no one cared. Police have been notified but they don’t care, they’re covering this up by ignoring this.

    • November 11, 2011 at 7:32 pm

      Mr Wagar has been writing to my blog as well. I offered to publish the story if he could come up with some supporting evidence, but all I get is more of the same. I appreciate the interpretation though, you have more patience than I have.

  2. 3 Joe Pike
    November 5, 2008 at 7:12 pm

    Holy insane

  3. January 3, 2010 at 1:16 pm

    I really hope this is your Terry Wagar because that “about me” description is so rad… http://www.facebook.com/Terry.Wagar

  4. January 3, 2010 at 1:46 pm

    I don’t know… your Terry Wagar seems a little over zealous, but I think the Portland Terry Wagar would have written a little more… and would have made less sense.

  5. 6 Stan
    July 25, 2011 at 10:53 am

    I just ran across a terry wagar rant for the first time. I hope you get to the bottom of this someday! Your illustrations are very helpful. 🙂

  6. 7 Jyn
    July 23, 2012 at 8:15 pm

    And… he’s STILL at it, years later we see. Nothing like a crazy man scorned…

  7. July 19, 2013 at 2:23 am

    Goodness, came across this guy on a site http://www.policebrutality.info and waa shocked at the shear amount of comments from Mr. Wager. Then I started reading them…all I can say is wow. The real kicker is that even though Mr. Wager comment on one story repeatedly came back and commented again with his incredibly insane story. Has anyone checked out his youtube channel, its definately…interesting. lol


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