I am warning you here and now! The company Cerma technology,Ceramic performance worldwide Inc. selling
the product called Cermax and "Cerbond"
Safer medical inc, as both companies are owned by "George S. Ackerson" and resellers of the products are Ceramic Performance Inc. product called Cerbond ,This person is known for impersonating other companies products by taking their company trade names or product data, trademarks then pushing the original companies to the breaking point with
lies and treats to their clients, or turning them into some government
agency in an effort to take over there market. as he has done to Cerma Organic
in Texas, The original makers and rightful owners of the products.
Just read Below... as
this is not George Ackersons First rodeo
And if you perform a search ie Google his name you will find things
about this guy and his companies that I would not print here..
to do with inappropriate contact with children, this is as reportidlly why he was
dishonorable;y discharged from the army. he will say different? Truth
is truth .
Here is quote from the last companies owner that George Ackerson Destroyed.
to the destruction of AO Labs in the United States was the coordinated
involvement of my former associate, Kevin Trudeau -- of late-night
informercial fame -- and George Ackerson, a former associate who
bragged to associates about his role after my imprisonment.
(Additionally, the DOJ prosecutor in my case, Larry Regan, identified
George Ackerson to me in language so descriptive that his identity was
After my imprisonment in
September, 2003, Ackerson went about the business of setting up imitation Alpha Omega
Labs companies with two of our former distributors -- first, in the form of
with Toby McAdams to copy all of our materials; and then working with
Jennifer Wilson of Drake, Australia, to copy our company name and all
our materials. To this day, Jennifer Wilson produces Cansema with the
same name, same material -- even the type style of Cansema (i.e. Cooper
Black) is identical.
To help identify the source of the counterfeit materials she is producing with George Ackerson's aid."George S. Ackerson
FDA informant who has worked with and supplied stolen material from AO
to give to other entities -- including Jennifer Wilson and Toby
McAdams. His primary residence is in Fort Benton, Montana."
guy is a great con man Although never has Anything to backup his lies
, Now that the truth about this guy is coming to light, I hope his days
of taking the work of others is over!
Be forewarned! he is not who he says he is!
Here is the writing of a twenty year friend of George the owner of all the above companies..
In early October, 2007,
Cathryn flew back to Lake Charles to take care of a handful of
remnant issues. In the course of her three day stay, she
visited our attorney, Mike Wright, who had startling revelations
of a most unusual nature -- much of it confirming what we had
already heard from these other emerging sources. Before our
family permanently moved to Ecuador in the summer of 2007, we had Mike
file the necessary paperwork to complete our civil lawsuit
that we had filed against George Ackerson and J. Michael Overton
in 2003. We were simply attempting to bring closure to something
that Federal agents had aborted in September, 2003, with my
Mike revealed to
Cathryn that George Ackerson had called HIM and said that
he was working with the U.S. Attorney General on my case.
The threat was clear and unmistakeable: "If you proceed
with your case against me, I'll use the Federal Agents
that are in my back pocket to put your client back in prison."
George Ackerson's anger
was understandable and requires some background explanation.
For many years following the Carl Hubert
fiasco, I remained out of contact with George. Some time
in 1999, George contacted me again just to chat. Cathryn
and I eventually visited him at his apartment in San Antonio --
coincidentally, the same city I had first met George back
in January, 1987. George even
stayed over our home on December 31, 1999 with is ex-wife, Dotty,
to see if anything would materialize with Y2K.
At that time, George
was working for company called Ozel Pharmaceutical. They
had patented a drug called Amversel, raised millions of
dollars to get approved by the FDA. (Like most small
drug companies who don't know how the game is played, they
ran out of money before they could get approval -- a quite
predictable outcome if you know how the FDA works). In late
2000, Cathryn and I got an unexpected phone call from George.
He'd been fired.
I had never forgotten that
George had acted as a money broker for Lumen Foods in its early
days. Despite the fact that he was well paid in commissions
for his work, I had always felt a certain indebtedness.
It is in that spirit that we asked George -- who now was
in a financial bind -- if he wanted to move into our home.
It goes without saying
that you uncover entirely different attributes in a person
when they live with you -- versus communicating with them
from a distance. I had known, for instance, that George had
an issue with children. He had been dishonorably discharged
from the U.S. Army after the Vietnam War for improper activities
involving his "volunteer work at an orphanage." When I asked
George about this, he said he'd been falsely accused of
stealing a stereo and some periphenalia. The response seemed
bizarre, but I failed to press further.
I should have.
On November 18, 2001 --
(and I only know this because I made a notation in my
U.S. passport) -- while in Nassau, Bahamas, attending to
Alpha Omega Labs' business, I got a frantic call from
Cathryn. Apparently, she had invited George and a few
friends to have lunch at one of the local casino restaurants
in Westlake (across the bridge from Lake Charles).
The casino (Isle of Capri) has an expansive buffet
downstairs, which we used to visit quite regularly.
At the time, our son, Myron, was just five years old.
He and a friend were playing with the soft, red, velvet
ropes between the metal polls which are used to guide
the waiting line that leads to the cash register --
where you pay before you eat. In other words, he
was being a little kid. He was
a little kid.
Unexpectedly -- and
out of no where -- George "cold cocked" our son. He didn't
slap him. He didn't reprimand him. He didn't push him.
He punched him in the head with a closed fist. There were
over a half dozen witnesses to the act.
started screaming in pain and ran to Cathryn for protection.
Amazingly, this party of "friends" and kids went and ahead
and attempted to have a meal anyway. To this day, I think
my wife was in too much shock to know what to do in that
Upon returning home,
Cathryn immediately called me and asked me to come home
immediately. My return air ticket was scheduled for
the following day -- so I convinced her to let me
come home and we made plans on how she should protect
the household and our son until I got home.
Once I got home,
I got an expanded version of what happened. I also
learned that George had been asking if Myron could
take a shower with him . . . naked.
I had heard
enough at that point, and I put an end to our
relationship in short order. I told him the
relationship was over -- had a friend come over with
a loaded revolver (inside a newspaper) -- had him
collect his belongings -- and sent him packing
back to his father's ranch in Fort Benton, Montana.
rid of George, we went through the computer terminal
he used at Lumen Foods to see if he had been doing
anything that could get us in trouble. We found
nothing illegal financially . . . only a load of
gay pornography, some involving children, too numerous
to count. Not knowing if this would ever get us in
trouble now that it was sitting on one of our
computers, we promptly erased all the offending material.
We notified our
attorney, Mr. Richard Moreno of Lake Charles, of what
had happened. On his advice, we called the Lake Charles
Police Department, which has a division that deals with
child rape. Myron was interviewed by their specialists
and we were told that it was unlikely that George had
had any sex with Myron . . . yet.}
Just thought you may want to know!