Category Archives: Father John Wellinger
Present archbishop of Washington D.C.. Former bishop of Pittsburgh. Tiny male. Big lie. A sign of our times.
by Mike Ference. Edited as to its syntax, but not abridged this time.
Editor’s introductory note:
The logical surmise here is that Donald Wuerl either had something to do with Mike being forced out of his management post or else Mike was applied the pressure to resign, because his company feared future retaliation by Wuerl, once Wuerl got drift of the fact that Mike intend-ed to pursue the investigation into his son’s attempted murder. After all, the company had local Catholic institutions who were customers.
If Wuerl decided to press a retaliation button, those Catholic institutions would no longer be lucrative clients of Mike’s former employer.
The time line coincidence of the pressure tactic to get rid of Mike was Mike receiving a small out of court settlement for the attempted murder of his son, Adam. The other thing that occurred at this time was that Mike let it be known that he was still concerned about getting to the bottom of the attempted murder. It’s reasonable to propose that that the attempted murder of Adam Ference and Mike’s insistence on getting to the bottom of it ultimately resulted in Mike losing his management position, whether Wuerl’s minions actively sought to have Mike disappear or not. This is because of fear of any pending act of retaliation on behalf of a Donald Wuerl who did apply a Corruption of Blood order on the children of the parents of the now-defunct Risen Lord Parish School. The order was the result of the parents protesting the closing of their school on news televsions.
Donald Wuerl’s narcissism was out-of-control in Pittsburgh. In addition, Mike was a National Accounts Manager. This explains why he was so meticulous in finding information on his son’s attempted. He has a professional mindset. His investigation was a matter of a professional employing fine-tuned social skills upon person after person, and not a matter of someone who “has to get over he’s son’s attempted murder.” He didn’t have the rank & file mindset. He didn’t have the blue collar mindset.
If not for this investigation that the police willingly aborted, no one anywhere would have learned that one of Cardinal Bernard Law’s accused was at Serra Catholic the day Adam was shot. Neither would anyone have learned that there were extended efforts to have the epidemic of animal sacrifice in the area of Clairton/McKeesport curbed in the midst of an allegedly uncooperative McKeesport Police Department. Nor would anyone have uncovered a second suicide related to Father John Wellinger.
There’s more that was learned through this investigation, but the rules of confidentiality can’t reveal it at this time. None the less, Mike spent years on his own. Mike isn’t alone any longer. He has allies now. By now, the Diocese of Pittsburgh should have reached to him. Its administrators ignored him … a guy whose son got a bullett in the back of his head while on Pittsburgh diocesan school grounds. Looks bad for public relations purposes, alone. There are questions that have never been answered. They were points of evidence uncovered which have yet to receive a response. Such a thing is known as cover-up, as with the case of Sotak, Torquato, and others.
Now for Mike:
It was mid June 1992. I had just returned from vacation and was back at work. It was Monday morning at the SYSCO Foodservice plant in Harmony, PA. The first thing on the agenda was the traditional hellos and tell you about my vacation later talk. It was followed by my new boss, Todd Ladfriend, handing me $350 to $375 in cash. It was contest winnings.
Next on the agenda was a reminder by Landfried that I was to have my employee-review shortly. It would be the first formal review I ever had while at this company, despite the fact that I had been working there for seven years. In the past, my reviews simply involved a handshake, a bonus check, and a thank-you for all the things that I had done for the company in question. What was most gratifying about the past reviews was the point in the conversation where the CEO would mention the special tasks or projects that I would tackle and excel at doing.
I was the go-to-guy for projects that no other employee had any experience at doing. In fact, I especially enjoyed those assignments. There were years, at least one or two of them, where a handshake and a few good words sufficed as my review. My performance was never brought into question, even though some years were more profitable than other ones. Plus, a bonus for me and other employees wasn’t always on the table. This means that I had to earn my bonuses.
This review was different. New management was in charge. I was even given two pages of questions to fill out before leaving for vacation. The review would come just a few months after attorney Ken Behrend coerced my son and me into accepting the pittance of a settlement put on the table after I called a halt to the lawsuit that I filed against the Pittsburgh diocese and Donald Wuerl.
Keep in mind that the year was 1992. I was only barely aware of my battle with the Pittsburgh diocese and others. I was too trusting, thinking that living in America meant that I was free from being victimized by corruption. All toll, I worked for the Pittsburgh Branch of the SYSCO Corporation for six years. In fact, I had worked first for Deaktor Provisions until we were bought out by SYSCO. I started on my wife’s birthday and ended my career on the same date.
Upon entering the review, I was quickly informed that complaints had been lodged against me by my customers, while I was on vacation. It turned out that, according to my customers, none of them lodged any complaint. None the less, the complaints were so severe that they war- ranted me stepping down from my position as the National Accounts Manager where I was responsible for managing and maintaining good relations with the companies’ top customers.
My first question to the vice president of sales was “Are there any options for me?” No was the answer. I asked for twenty-four hours, before giving my decision and I was granted it. My hour-long drive home seemed even longer this time.
I knew that the claims of customer complaints were lies. This is because I had established quite a reputation within the food service industry, and quite frankly, I had been approached and offered jobs by two competitors not long before this review. The truth is that I had most of the major local Catholic institutions as customers. This included Seton Hill College, La Rouche College, Duquesne University, Carlow College, and Mercy Hospital. There were other customers, such as Slippery Rock College.
I contacted my customers one by one, asking them if they had made the customer complaint against me. No one did. At least this is what I was told. None the less, I asked each one to send a statement to me, saying that they were satisfied with my service and conduct. Samples of the letters of recommendation are posted below, needless to say.
I openly answered questions about the attempted murder of my son, as well as answering questions about the Occult preoccupation of my son’s attempted murderer. I also discussed what I perceived to be an introduction to a bribe that was in the process of being offered to me by Archabbot Douglas Nowicki of St. Vincent College. In other words, I was still a threat to Donald Wuerl, the bishop whose nexus with the homosexual was being uncovered by Randy Engel and her confreres. Therefore, the company feared Wuerl’s retaliation of cutting off all Catholic business accounts.
The logic goes this way: If I didn’t have a job, I wouldn’t be much of a threat to Wuerl, in having to spend my time financially surviving. I would leave SYSCO with a few thousand dollars in the bank, all the while having a mortgage, tuition for my daughter’s private schooling, and a host of other bills, such as utilities. I was forty years old and closer to being broke than financially comfortable. SYSCO would even fight my unemployment compensation claim.
There was a strange coincidence at the Pittsburgh Branch of SYCSO Corp. In 1989, a few priests were prosecuted for savagely abusing a couple of young boys in Washington County. I have no way of knowing if this is true or not, but an employee of SYSCO Foodservice said to me that his stepson was one of the victims of the pedophile priests.
In addition, in was at the SYSCO sales meeting room where Nowicki spoke what was construed by me as the overture of bribe, to send my son to St. Vincent’s College where Nowicki ever so coincidentally was to be the archabbot there.
I emphasize that I have no way of knowing if this is true or not, because, as far as I understand, the case had been sealed. What that stepfather shared with me, if its true, would constitute a smoking gun in my case, as far as goes motive in having me become unemployed. This would be another reason why Donald Wuerl would have benefited in me becoming unemployed and detached from Sysco, whether he actively sought to have me dismissed or not. What is for certain was that, in the Pittsburgh area, there was an underlying fear of Wuerl in general, in terms of his ability to abuse power. Wuerl was neither admired nor trusted. The many lawsuits filed against him, in the name of his Pittsburgh diocese, proves this.
The VP of Human Resources lied through his teeth, during the unemployment compensation hearing where my appeal was denied. This means that he let money being stolen from me through lying. Yet, there was a silver lining for a flicker of a moment. I would file an age discrimination claim with the PA Human Relations Commission. In not being able to afford an attorney, I would do the research alone and fight the case myself.
On a cold and snow-covered morning I would head down to the State building in Pittsburgh, across from the Post-Gazette building, to take on SYSCO, the world’s leading foodservice distributor. There was one of me and four of them. I felt overwhelmed.
A very nice professional woman was to handle the case. I went in alone, first. I told her I was tired of fighting. I was overwhelmed by the four people outside, waiting to tear into me like vultures over an almost dead road kill. I asked her to just keep in mind that I would be okay, being that I had started a small home-based business and with my wife, working at it full time. We would make it.
I did want the administrative law judge to know, that SYSCO was the type of company that took advantage of its employees, and that, if a single mom or some other victim of SYSCO would come before her, that she should remember my story. I was ready to leave at that point, when she insisted that I stay.
I had done my homework, she stated. My research and the case was well-documented. I could easily expect some sort of settlement. None the less, I again reminded her that the four were still overwhelming. She then asked me to pick one person to come in and represent SYSCO. I immediately knew who to pick. I said I would like the vice president of SYSCO’s human resource department to come in. I then told her that this fellow thinks harass is two words. We laughed and she called him in.
I won a small settlement. In fact, I called my wife as soon as I could do so, because I wanted to let her know that there would be gifts under the Christmas tree, at least one more time. The circumstantial evidence and the time line of coincidences show that losing my job at SYSCO was just another example of what one can suspect to have possibly been the retaliation of Donald Wuerl and the Pittsburgh Diocese, if not the act of a cowardice of an employer who feared a future retaliation from a Catholic diocese whose institutions were Sysco clients. The circumstantial evidence indicates one or the other, especially if you believe that there is no such thing as coincidences. There was no other explanation for my dismissal.