I Fought The Deep State & I Won

By Matthew Heines

Based On Actual Events. From 2019 to 2021, Congressional Candidate Matthew Heines and his wife were harassed and terrorized by the Deep State and the Redmond, Washington Prosecutors Office and Police Department in a failed attempt to railroad Matthew Heines into jail and out of Washington State politics. How did

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heinessight Enterprises
• Release date: Jun 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9781088105238

Book preview

Forward

What you are about to read is a work of fiction. The title is somewhat misleading as all characters in this work of fiction are fictional. Any resemblance between a real-life character and any character in this story is purely coincidental. That being said, there is also no way this story could have been written without the intervention of God and a Kung Fu Master. I should also add, the incidents involving the Redmond, Washington Police Department, the King County Court System, the three judges involved, the two prosecutors, and the three public defenders are a part of the court record.

I challenge the reader to come up with any other conclusion as to why the City of Redmond chose to bring charges against me, a political candidate three months after I was attacked in a swimming pool and called the Redmond Police to file a complaint. 

After repeated letters and complaints of corruption to the FBI, the US Attorney General and many others, I have no choice but to conclude these entities were at the minimum, supportive of stripping me of my rights as an American Citizen, at the maximum, they were engaged and involved in my take down as a political candidate. 

The stories and personalities that occur are simply devices to tell the story of the relationship between the Deep State and the people involved in my political and civil dismemberment behind the scenes. They are obviously fictional.

However, every day, as we listen to the crimes committed in the courts, in State Governments and in Washington DC, we see how true this story really is. I am one person who is not complaining. I am actually trying to use my skill, experience and knowledge to save our country from rule by the least qualified and most funded.

We all know that the United States legal system, like every other system in the United States, has been weaponized by the Democratic Party. We call them the Democratic National Committee, the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, Department of Justice, the Media, Big Tech and the new player, Big Pharma. Or we just call them what journalist Troy Anderson dubbed, The Deep State.

I published this story as fiction because I can’t prove it’s all true, but you can’t prove it isn’t.

Matthew Heines

Congressional Candidate

Washington State

Fake News

The atmosphere in the tiny apartment in the middle of an overcrowded suburb on the outskirts of Seattle that hot August evening was tense with excitement, anticipation, and celebration. The two occupants of the diminutive dwelling sat on a queen size bed watching their wide screen television just a few feet away. It was hardly a scene one would expect to see just three days before what might turn out to be one of the greatest upsets in the history of Washington State politics.

One of the occupants quietly watching the wide screen television was the surprise candidate expected to win the election, Heines Matthews. Next to him sat his wife, Samantha.

Heines Matthews turned to look at his wife and said, Just think, a year ago I was in court playing attorney.

I know honey. Thank God that's all behind us now. I’m sure the voters will remember how you beat the Deep State and elect to you to the Congress in November, Samantha Heines assured him. She looked back at the television. I think the commercial’s almost over.

Heines Matthews and his wife stared silently at the wide screen, waiting for the local news broadcast to continue. It seemed like an eternity, but the commercial break finally reached its conclusion. The story they had been waiting for was about to air.

Heines Matthews’ wife looked at him proudly with anticipation. She reached over to touch his hand as she waited for the big moment to arrive, looking up at her husband’s face to see the glow of the triumphant man who had overcome the greatest odds to achieve victory in an American Congressional race. Looking at his face, Samantha didn't see the look of triumph she expected.

First, she saw confusion then, what looked like horror. Confused herself, Samantha Heines followed her husband's gaze to the television.

On the screen, she didn't see her husband's smiling face. She didn't see glowing supporters, campaign workers and precinct officers canvassing local neighborhoods. In fact, the story didn't appear to be about her husband at all. Instead, a picture of a red headed woman of considerable beauty filled the screen.

In her mind’s eye, Samantha Heines could not understand the connection between her husband's confused look and the woman on the screen. She looked back at her husband. His look had gone from confusion to horror, to what appeared to be anger. Then, his eyes narrowed, and his lips curled as his emotions changed into something else.

Without her husband uttering a single word, Samantha Heines understood what that woman had to do with her husband, his campaign and the primary election he was sure to win until thirty seconds before the commercial ended.

In the few seconds that transpired, which would later translate into an eternity, Samantha Heines realized the volume on the remote control was turned down. Looking for the remote, she saw it firmly clenched in her husband's hands. From the white coloration of his knuckles, she knew the woman on the screen meant nothing but trouble, yet she couldn't hear a thing they were saying about her.

Turn it up, she said, nudging her husband.

Instead of increasing the television volume, Heines Matthews turned off the television.

Looking at her husband in the damp glow of the bedside lamp, Samantha Heines did not see the man she had known for the past twenty years. Instead, she saw a cornered animal, just as the animal realizes the trap has been sprung and the animal, in this case her husband, was inside the trap.

Why’s she on TV? Samantha asked.

She already had a pretty good idea about the answer. What she wasn't sure of, was the answer she was going to get from her husband.

 It didn't take much deduction to realize that the woman they were watching on the news broadcast knew something her husband knew that Samantha didn’t. With her husband about to upset the primary elections with the biggest landslide ever, it was obvious to Samantha, the Democratic Party appeared to be pulling out all the stops.

The emotions Samantha saw on her husband's face were not at all familiar to her. She realized that never before had she seen her husband so cornered, scared and worst of all, silent.

When an answer did not seem to be forthcoming, Samantha changed her line of questioning.

Okay, Samantha said, Let's forget why she’s on TV. I think we’ve pretty much established that. What can she do to the campaign? Even more, what she can she do to us?

The seconds turned into minutes as more and more scenarios came into play in Samantha's mind. Her husband’s silence continued to scream about the impending disaster stirring somewhere outside of their tiny little world. Slowly, all the preparations, all the people, all the events and most of all, all of the support given by people they didn't know who were depending on them to save them, had they let them all down?

Samantha looked at her husband's face in the silence. She listened to the passing of time and watched his face metamorphose from her husband into each and every man, woman and child she had met and spoken to during the campaign, trying to convince them that her husband was the best candidate for United States Congress.

Don't just sit there, say something, she demanded. I need to know how bad it is. Have you slept with her?

For the first time in the last few minutes, Heines Matthews looked at his wife as if he awoke from a trance.

Slept with her? Have I slept with her? No, I haven't slept with her.

Her husband's reaction was momentarily reassuring. By the almost unmistakable sound of disgust in his voice, a trait he exhibited whenever he found somebody or something especially undesirable, she felt relatively confident he was telling the truth.

Then why did you turn off the TV? she asked.

Because I don't know.

You don't know what?

I don't know what they’re gonna do, Heines Matthews said looking at his wife.

They? who’s they? Samantha asked. Some secret conspiracy to set you up with this red headed model. How can you be so stupid? We see this every week on the news!

It’s not that easy to explain, especially if you’re going to act like that. I have no idea what they’re going to say or do.

Well, don't you think we should watch the TV? Maybe that would give us some kind of an idea, Samantha suggested.

Heines Matthews looked at the TV screen. Momentarily, he fingered the remote control. Slowly, he pressed the power button.

The screen flashed and then revealed a series of text messages and emails that appeared to be from Heines Matthews to an unknown individual, presumably, Samantha reasoned, they were to the woman in the pictures.

Before he could press the power button to make the screen, his texts and all they contained disappear, Samantha Heines saw enough of the texts and emails to understand the context of the conversations.

Suddenly, she felt betrayed. Worse, she felt as if they were in some kind of a glass cage that just dropped down on them. A glass cage from which there was no escape. It was a glass cage that would surround her and her husband for the rest of their lives.

A husband who, according to the texts being flashed on the television screen, appeared to be infatuated with a woman she thought he couldn’t stand. A woman he described to Samantha as diabolical, evil incarnate and a member of the Science Minders. Yet there were dozens of texts and emails saying the opposite.

What bothered her the most was, apparently her husband had been interested in or maybe even in love with another woman. Yet, as his wife, she never had a clue.

Men are scum, she said to no one in particular.

Samantha Heines got up from the bed and walked a short distance to their apartment bathroom. She went inside, closed the door and sat down. She began to cry.

Heines Matthews waited. As he did so, to soothe his nerves or so he thought, he pressed the power button on the TV. To begin, Heines was relieved to see the texts and emails were no longer scrolling across the screen. Instead, she was there, her long, copper colored hair tossing in the wind. As the camera zoomed out to show the scene behind them, Heines Matthews saw that were using footage from a past interview.

This is three months old, he said out loud as he wondered why they weren’t using more recent footage.

Heines Matthews knew if he turned up the volume on the TV, his wife would come from the bathroom and listen to whatever it was was being said about him, the red-haired woman on the screen and their relationship with each other. Once his wife heard that, Heines Matthews knew the element of trust would never exist in his marriage again.

Heines hoped when it was all over, she would try to understand things from his perspective. As Heines Matthews watched on his wide screen television, the reporter kept referring to the emails and the texts they were showing as the Karen Dossier.

The Karen Dossier?

As the reporter spoke, the potential Congressional Representative from Washington State listened with a mouth that continued to drop further and further open with each passing sentence.

There was only one word on the mind of Heines Matthews. That word was betrayal.

I've been betrayed, he said to himself.

She betrayed me. I trusted her and she betrayed me.

Over and over he kept saying the word betrayed in various forms of past present, past perfect and with various expletives added. What started off as a silent torrent of profanity soon erupted into a full-blown explosion that soon brought his wife Samantha running from the bathroom.

As she entered the small room, she looked to the TV screen to see exactly what had induced that kind of reaction from her husband, only to see a commercial for a local plumbing company.

For just the few brief moments his epiphany afforded him, Heines Matthews shared the same feelings of isolation and desolation he was imposing on his unsuspecting, faithful and loyal wife just a few minutes before. Of course, when it happened to him it didn't feel quite right.

Like any human in a desperate situation, Samantha tried to see what she could do to salvage anything that could help them to weather the storm that appeared to be coming their way.

She had accepted there would be women in politics that would come after her husband. She also knew her husband and, should worse came to worse, she knew he would still remain faithful to her in his heart, and that was all she ever asked of him.

But now it was there on the TV screen for everyone to see. It wasn’t someone else’s nightmare. It was her own. Worst of all, he hadn’t even been elected to anything, yet.

Samantha Heines looked at her husband.

If you haven't slept with her why did you write these things? Did you mean them?

She knew it was a stupid question when she asked it.

Of course, he meant it, she thought.

They all mean it until they get what they want.

She thought she could take some comfort in knowing that it was probably just some remnant of a teenage crush. The fact was, she did not know why he would do such an obviously stupid and cruel thing. Not knowing scared her the most.

Heines Matthews looked at his wife and said all he could say.

I wish it was that simple, he said, but it isn't."

Why is she being interviewed at a protest?

That’s Karen O ‘Connor, Heines explained. She's the head of the March For Karen. She's the activist I was making the videos for.

I know that, Samantha said. Why are they showing old footage? Is she going to make an announcement? What’s she going to say?

That, I don’t know. I haven’t talked to her in months.

Watching his wife staring at the woman who seemed to have just turned on him completely, Heines Matthews did nothing except for what any person would do. He tried to make his wife understand why he did what he did.

I told you I went to the protest because I met a lot of people who could support me and my campaign. She let me make speeches. I explained all that.

You didn't tell me how you felt about her.

Tell you what? Heines asked. There’s stuff going on here you wouldn’t understand.

Don't even try. I know why you didn't tell me about her. She's beautiful. You fell in love with her. And you went to her protests just so you could be with her.

Heines didn't say anything. He turned down the television and grabbed his wife's hand. As he did so there was a breaking update that neither Heines Matthews nor his crying wife noticed.

Samantha quickly pulled away. She didn't know who to trust. She didn't know if she could trust anybody again. At least she wanted to hear what her husband's excuse was for keeping this Karen a secret from him.

I'm not going to lie to you, he said. The emails the text messages, sure I sent them."

At this Samantha gasped. She started crying harder.

Then we're finished she said. I don't want to be with you. I can't trust you. You've disgraced me in front of the world! I'm moving out tomorrow before all of this comes crumbling down on you, on us.

Veronica Phelan

osphere in the tiny apartment in the middle of an overcrowded suburb on the outskirts of Seattle that hot August evening was tense with excitement, anticipation, and celebration. The two occupants of the diminutive dwelling sat on a queen size bed watching their wide screen television just a few feet away. It was hardly a scene one would expect to see just three days before what might turn out to be one of the greatest upsets in the history of Washington State politics.

One of the occupants quietly watching the wide screen television was the surprise candidate expected to win the election, Heines Matthews. Next to him sat his wife, Samantha.

Heines Matthews turned to look at his wife and said, Just think, a year ago I was in court playing attorney.

I know honey. Thank God that's all behind us now. I’m sure the voters will remember how you beat the Deep State and elect to you to the Congress in November, Samantha Heines assured him. She looked back at the television. I think the commercial’s almost over.

Heines Matthews and his wife stared silently at the wide screen, waiting for the local news broadcast to continue. It seemed like an eternity, but the commercial break finally reached its conclusion. The story they had been waiting for was about to air.

Heines Matthews’ wife looked at him proudly with anticipation. She reached over to touch his hand as she waited for the big moment to arrive, looking up at her husband’s face to see the glow of the triumphant man who had overcome the greatest odds to achieve victory in an American Congressional race. Looking at his face, Samantha didn't see the look of triumph she expected.

First, she saw confusion then, what looked like horror. Confused herself, Samantha Heines followed her husband's gaze to the television.

On the screen, she didn't see her husband's smiling face. She didn't see glowing supporters, campaign workers and precinct officers canvassing local neighborhoods. In fact, the story didn't appear to be about her husband at all. Instead, a picture of a red headed woman of considerable beauty filled the screen.

In her mind’s eye, Samantha Heines could not understand the connection between her husband's confused look and the woman on the screen. She looked back at her husband. His look had gone from confusion to horror, to what appeared to be anger. Then, his eyes narrowed, and his lips curled as his emotions changed into something else.

Without her husband uttering a single word, Samantha Heines understood what that woman had to do with her husband, his campaign and the primary election he was sure to win until thirty seconds before the commercial ended.

In the few seconds that transpired, which would later translate into an eternity, Samantha Heines realized the volume on the remote control was turned down. Looking for the remote, she saw it firmly clenched in her husband's hands. From the white coloration of his knuckles, she knew the woman on the screen meant nothing but trouble, yet she couldn't hear a thing they were saying about her.

Turn it up, she said, nudging her husband.

Instead of increasing the television volume, Heines Matthews turned off the television.

Looking at her husband in the damp glow of the bedside lamp, Samantha Heines did not see the man she had known for the past twenty years. Instead, she saw a cornered animal, just as the animal realizes the trap has been sprung and the animal, in this case her husband, was inside the trap.

Why’s she on TV? Samantha asked.

She already had a pretty good idea about the answer. What she wasn't sure of, was the answer she was going to get from her husband.

 It didn't take much deduction to realize that the woman they were watching on the news broadcast knew something her husband knew that Samantha didn’t. With her husband about to upset the primary elections with the biggest landslide ever, it was obvious to Samantha, the Democratic Party appeared to be pulling out all the stops.

The emotions Samantha saw on her husband's face were not at all familiar to her. She realized that never before had she seen her husband so cornered, scared and worst of all, silent.

When an answer did not seem to be forthcoming, Samantha changed her line of questioning.

Okay, Samantha said, Let's forget why she’s on TV. I think we’ve pretty much established that. What can she do to the campaign? Even more, what she can she do to us?

The seconds turned into minutes as more and more scenarios came into play in Samantha's mind. Her husband’s silence continued to scream about the impending disaster stirring somewhere outside of their tiny little world. Slowly, all the preparations, all the people, all the events and most of all, all of the support given by people they didn't know who were depending on them to save them, had they let them all down?

Samantha looked at her husband's face in the silence. She listened to the passing of time and watched his face metamorphose from her husband into each and every man, woman and child she had met and spoken to during the campaign, trying to convince them that her husband was the best candidate for United States Congress.

Don't just sit there, say something, she demanded. I need to know how bad it is. Have you slept with her?

For the first time in the last few minutes, Heines Matthews looked at his wife as if he awoke from a trance.

Slept with her? Have I slept with her? No, I haven't slept with her.

Her husband's reaction was momentarily reassuring. By the almost unmistakable sound of disgust in his voice, a trait he exhibited whenever he found somebody or something especially undesirable, she felt relatively confident he was telling the truth.

Then why did you turn off the TV? she asked.

Because I don't know.

You don't know what?

I don't know what they’re gonna do, Heines Matthews said looking at his wife.

They? who’s they? Samantha asked. Some secret conspiracy to set you up with this red headed model. How can you be so stupid? We see this every week on the news!

It’s not that easy to explain, especially if you’re going to act like that. I have no idea what they’re going to say or do.

Well, don't you think we should watch the TV? Maybe that would give us some kind of an idea, Samantha suggested.

Heines Matthews looked at the TV screen. Momentarily, he fingered the remote control. Slowly, he pressed the power button.

The screen flashed and then revealed a series of text messages and emails that appeared to be from Heines Matthews to an unknown individual, presumably, Samantha reasoned, they were to the woman in the pictures.

Before he could press the power button to make the screen, his texts and all they contained disappear, Samantha Heines saw enough of the texts and emails to understand the context of the conversations.

Suddenly, she felt betrayed. Worse, she felt as if they were in some kind of a glass cage that just dropped down on them. A glass cage from which there was no escape. It was a glass cage that would surround her and her husband for the rest of their lives.

A husband who, according to the texts being flashed on the television screen, appeared to be infatuated with a woman she thought he couldn’t stand. A woman he described to Samantha as diabolical, evil incarnate and a member of the Science Minders. Yet there were dozens of texts and emails saying the opposite.

What bothered her the most was, apparently her husband had been interested in or maybe even in love with another woman. Yet, as his wife, she never had a clue.

Men are scum, she said to no one in particular.

Samantha Heines got up from the bed and walked a short distance to their apartment bathroom. She went inside, closed the door and sat down. She began to cry.

Heines Matthews waited. As he did so, to soothe his nerves or so he thought, he pressed the power button on the TV. To begin, Heines was relieved to see the texts and emails were no longer scrolling across the screen. Instead, she was there, her long, copper colored hair tossing in the wind. As the camera zoomed out to show the scene behind them, Heines Matthews saw that were using footage from a past interview.

This is three months old, he said out loud as he wondered why they weren’t using more recent footage.

Heines Matthews knew if he turned up the volume on the TV, his wife would come from the bathroom and listen to whatever it was was being said about him, the red-haired woman on the screen and their relationship with each other. Once his wife heard that, Heines Matthews knew the element of trust would never exist in his marriage again.

Heines hoped when it was all over, she would try to understand things from his perspective. As Heines Matthews watched on his wide screen television, the reporter kept referring to the emails and the texts they were showing as the Karen Dossier.

The Karen Dossier?

As the reporter spoke, the potential Congressional Representative from Washington State listened with a mouth that continued to drop further and further open with each passing sentence.

There was only one word on the mind of Heines Matthews. That word was betrayal.

I've been betrayed, he said to himself.

She betrayed me. I trusted her and she betrayed me.

Over and over he kept saying the word betrayed in various forms of past present, past perfect and with various expletives added. What started off as a silent torrent of profanity soon erupted into a full-blown explosion that soon brought his wife Samantha running from the bathroom.

As she entered the small room, she looked to the TV screen to see exactly what had induced that kind of reaction from her husband, only to see a commercial for a local plumbing company.

For just the few brief moments his epiphany afforded him, Heines Matthews shared the same feelings of isolation and desolation he was imposing on his unsuspecting, faithful and loyal wife just a few minutes before. Of course, when it happened to him it didn't feel quite right.

Like any human in a desperate situation, Samantha tried to see what she could do to salvage anything that could help them to weather the storm that appeared to be coming their way.

She had accepted there would be women in politics that would come after her husband. She also knew her husband and, should worse came to worse, she knew he would still remain faithful to her in his heart, and that was all she ever asked of him.

But now it was there on the TV screen for everyone to see. It wasn’t someone else’s nightmare. It was her own. Worst of all, he hadn’t even been elected to anything, yet.

Samantha Heines looked at her husband.

If you haven't slept with her why did you write these things? Did you mean them?

She knew it was a stupid question when she asked it.

Of course, he meant it, she thought.

They all mean it until they get what they want.

She thought she could take some comfort in knowing that it was probably just some remnant of a teenage crush. The fact was, she did not know why he would do such an obviously stupid and cruel thing. Not knowing scared her the most.

Heines Matthews looked at his wife and said all he could say.

I wish it was that simple, he said, but it isn't."

Why is she being interviewed at a protest?

That’s Karen O ‘Connor, Heines explained. She's the head of the March For Karen. She's the activist I was making the videos for.

I know that, Samantha said. Why are they showing old footage? Is she going to make an announcement? What’s she going to say?

That, I don’t know. I haven’t talked to her in months.

Watching his wife staring at the woman who seemed to have just turned on him completely, Heines Matthews did nothing except for what any person would do. He tried to make his wife understand why he did what he did.

I told you I went to the protest because I met a lot of people who could support me and my campaign. She let me make speeches. I explained all that.

You didn't tell me how you felt about her.

Tell you what? Heines asked. There’s stuff going on here you wouldn’t understand.

Don't even try. I know why you didn't tell me about her. She's beautiful. You fell in love with her. And you went to her protests just so you could be with her.

Heines didn't say anything. He turned down the television and grabbed his wife's hand. As he did so there was a breaking update that neither Heines Matthews nor his crying wife noticed.

Samantha quickly pulled away. She didn't know who to trust. She didn't know if she could trust anybody again. At least she wanted to hear what her husband's excuse was for keeping this Karen a secret from him.

I'm not going to lie to you, he said. The emails the text messages, sure I sent them."

At this Samantha gasped. She started crying harder.

Then we're finished she said. I don't want to be with you. I can't trust you. You've disgraced me in front of the world! I'm moving out tomorrow before all of this comes crumbling down on you, on us.

Jumping Jack Flash

Over the course of the next few months, Veronica Phelan, coordinating with the FBI the NSA and the Central Intelligence Agency, compiled a rather extensive file of candidates and potential candidates, as well as their supporters, volunteers and their financial contributors.

Her work so impressed the head of the Democratic National Committee he named her as head of the entire operation. He also made it clear to Veronica when it came to funding and support for the expanded operations, everybody at the Democratic National Committee was on a need-to-know basis.

One day, just to check on someone he considered to be potentially valuable in the Democratic National Committee leadership, the DNC Chairman decided on a surprise visit to Veronica Phelan’s office. He was not disappointed.

The first thing Veronica did was show him the database she had so far compiled. She broke down every region and every potential candidate within the region. Veronica listed the politics of the candidate, the background of the candidate, the financial backing of the candidate and any potentially damaging information the candidate might have in their background that could be used against them.

Veronica, you've gone a little bit too far. I believe you've also compiled data on Democrats. That was not in your mandate. You can only compile data on our opponents. You can only compile data on our opposition’s leaders. I thought that was clear.

Veronica Phelan didn't say anything. She continued to scroll through the database until she came to a certain radical and violent fugitive living in Washington DC. As she scrolled through the fugitive’s files, it was clear he was working as the Chairman of the Democratic National Committee.

Then, Veronica showed the Chairman of the Democratic National Committee an outdated FBI file. It showed the connection between him and radical violent members of a communist organization the FBI sought, fought and then made a deal with. In the end, the compromised agency chose the organization’s radical, violent leader as the new DNC Chairman.

I also have this thing about a prostitute, human trafficking and a crack house in Baltimore, Veronica said. Should I pull up that file too?

How did you get access to these sealed files? the Chairman asked.

Be careful what you wish for, Veronica smiled. "Your secrets are safe with me as long as I'm safe. That last little comment of yours as I left the