John Tighe Suspected He Was Poisoned by Raniere’s Minions at Clifton Park Cafe

But now to where I have been and a lot of thank you’s and a warning. On Friday, May 27, I awoke feeling great with a very busy day planned. Among my activities, I carefully went and picked out the flowers for the family grave-site and proceeded to go and visit with my long-dead parents and grandparents. Carefully planting and weeding the site. I looked over to the two empty plots that will someday be the cradle of my soul and that of my wife.

This is irony number one.  Little did I know that within 24 hours I would be fighting to stay out of that peaceful place. But what truly struck me was the fact that I might have picked the flowers for my own grave.

Anyway, the day progressed with me buying a New York State Empire Pass at the park for our planned weekend at the beach and then I went to the very popular Uncommon Grounds on Broadway in Saratoga.

I was there quite some time and at times my glass was left unattended and the place was full of NXIVM vermin but that is nothing unusual and I have become quite comfortable in their presence.

Later that night, I picked up a Pizza at Price Chopper and went home.

I shared the Pizza with my wife and packed my beach bag and went to bed feeling fine.

At 3 AM, I awoke to take a leak. Everything else is kind of blurry from this point. I found myself sometime later in the bathtub with a ripped off towel bar in my hand, wrapped in a shower curtain I had crashed through covered with vomit. How long I was out is unknown as my wife didn’t hear my fall.

WARNING; the following story gets messy and isn’t for the faint of heart.

I crawled back to bed believing I had had a low blood sugar attack {being a diabetic } chewing some candy. I awoke a few hours later with uncontrolled vomiting. Trying to stand I blacked out. Still convinced I could control the situation I crawled down my stairs and blacked out in the living room.

Now I agreed to go to the ER but still went by private car. Arriving, things went downhill fast.

The blood had now started flowing out of me as my condition went critical. Soon I was subjected to unspeakable indignities, bloody and painful procedures as my blood pressure dropped like a rock, even as my heart rate increased.

I became a ghastly gray and with the situation in doubt, a priest and an ambulance for a 3 AM ride to Albany Med was called in.

Given Christian last rites and with a nurse at my side, I was rushed to Albany Med by Empire Ambulance which got me Er to Er in 26 minutes. We sang Midnight Special to break the tension.

My first 48 hours in Albany Med are a blur as I was given a battery of tests to determine the site of my mysterious blood loss. It has never been found. 18 pints of A+ later, the bleeding stopped.

This is where irony #2 kicks in. Looking up, I spotted an IV bag with the words NEXIUM-TIGHE plugged into my arm. A smile came onto my grizzled face.

With the bleeding stopped, I was transferred to a normal floor as my doctors crossed their fingers and pondered their next move. I was given food and allowed to swallow water for the first time in 5 days. Life never tasted so good. I was getting better and today I’m going home. The source of the bleeding is to be determined and the doctors are still at a loss to explain it.

Now, to thank some people.

My wife, Joyce. I never said being married to me would be easy. I will promise you this. We will walk the streets of Le Marais again and roam the halls of Mairie d’Orsay and later eat crepes on the banks of the Seine.

My sisters, both highly trained nurses who stayed at my side and were forced to see their brother’s agonies. Your unwavering courage gave me strength and you shielded Joyce from witnessing the worst of my suffering. I will always be grateful and no one could have better sisters. You carry the Tighe gene of strength.

To the 18 strangers who took time out of their busy lives to donate blood in particular and to blood donors in general. You saved my life. Thank you.

Now on to staff.

The two nurses in Saratoga Hospital ICU who stayed with me and in particular to the one who rode to Albany Med with me Thank you.

To the priest who gave me last rites. You comforted me and reminded me I was never alone.

To the Filipino nurses who took care of me. You are the angels of the Pacific. I bet your families are so pound of all you have accomplished

Now to my two personal care assistants who cleaned up my blood, piss, shit and vomit.

You allowed me to maintain a level of dignity in a very difficult situation. I will address you both separately.

My young blond friend from Tuzia, Bosnia. Thank you. I wonder if people would ever guess that behind your blue eyes and blond hair was a young Moslem girl who suffered death and terror in her native land as a child. I guess all of those who rail against legal immigration and feel threatened by the vast Moslem horde, have never met you. Remember be proud of who you are and all you have done and take no shit from anyone.

But something tells me you don’t need some dirty little messiah to build up your self-esteem. You have all the confidence you’ll ever need and work too hard at $10.50 an hour to piss it away like the Bronfman brats who have never had a Serb drag them out of their home or seen their neighbors massacred for their religion. Good luck to you and my offer always stands for computer help or to join me at the Victoria pool. Really I mean it.

To my young Iraqi friend. You fed me and nursed me back to health Assalamu alaikum.

I understand the difficulties of your mother’s adjustment to our alien culture. And am amazed by your sister’s rapid cultural adjustment and her academic achievements in the tough Albany school district. So, by all means, come see me at the pool.

And to my favorite, the Vamp. Your nighttime every 2-hour blood drawing ordeals could have been a real nightmare, but with that Brooklyn sick sense of humor, you could make me laugh even as your needles tore my flesh. Come to the pool and I’ll buy you lunch. How about a nice rare piece of meat with some toothpicks stuck in?

To everyone who visited me Thank you.

And now to the other NXIVM.

Understand, I’m not accusing you of anything. Got that COFFEY? [Ed note: Steve Coffey was a Nxivm attorney at the time.]

BUT if your clients or their representatives or minions or brain dead followers EVER EVER go near any substance, liquid or solid that is meant for my consumption or my wife’s consumption or my pets consumption, I will consider that a direct threat to me or my family. That goes for you too Coffey and Pam. [Ed. note; Pam Nichols another Nxivm attorney.]

Don’t ever, ever offer me even so much as a glass of water or ever touch me.

To Keith, the crazy nurse [Nancy Salzman], the brats, [Bronfman sisters] and all the evil ones. You want to depose me? Bring it on motherfucker.

You want to subpoena me? Fine, have your henchman hand it to me. I never hide and I am easy to find. I wouldn’t recommend coming around my house at night. Bruno is a little edgy and I’m a little weak to hold him back

As for my immediate plans? Go home, hug my wife, pet my dog and brush my cat. Tonight I’ll sleep in my own bed with an AK at my side. Life is good.

I live, I love, I write and I’m content.

Tomorrow I have a need to see something beautiful, a mountain top, a lake, breathe the air, walk my beloved sidewalks of Saratoga and visit the gravesite and water the flowers that were almost mine.

I will have a new post in a few days.

John Tighe

I thought you were a good, decent attorney and I was familiar with some of your good, honest work.

Tell me Steve, is it that important to have a Billionaire in your Blackberry?

I only hope that on judgment day you will be as proud of your work for NXIVM as I am in my work to stop it.

You know Steve, I went five days with no food or water, sometimes chewing on a washcloth for moisture but two verses sustained me

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”