Chapter 41 – Mad Bromance

Note: Below the fold is the forty-first draft chapter of the defunct novelization of the comic I wrote and published. It got censored by the United States intelligence community at least twice (once when they robbed and trashed my local comic book store and again when they created a couple of phony Skype accounts from the email address that was in the comic for feedback and did who-knows-what with those, followed by Google shutting down the email account altogether.) Rather extreme criticism, don’t you think?

You might want to get caught up on the story before reading this chapter. The previous nine chapters I posted are on Google docs. You can find the links (and proof of the Skype nonsense) on the comic’s wall page on Facebook:

http://www.facebook.com/freefed

Or directly, if this link still works:

https://docs.google.com/leaf?id=0B1RhjfOdekMmY2JmMDQyMmItYjU0My00MWEzLWFjNmItNjcyYjAzNTI1ZjVh&hl=en_US

There are nine previous chapters there.

Also, just a note. Sometimes when you write something, it takes a while to figure out why. Just sayin’.

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False Narratives

FALSE NARRATIVES

I had planned to link to it, but kept losing the link. There was an interview with a former high-ranking officer on The Daily Show back in 2009. He was selling his book. The point of it: controlling the narrative is the key to winning wars in the 21st century.

Whether that’s staging the toppling of the Saddam Hussein statue (brought to you by INSCOM, if memory serves), lying about the circumstances of Pat Tilman’s death (turned out to be friendly fire), that someone like Dakota Meyer or Lynnae Williams is insane (I think I’ve explained both adequately; just aren’t certain as to why Lynnae was targeted), etc. it’s all about selling lies.

I have tried diligently to tell the truth. There are always a number of obstacles to doing that. Mostly, it’s memory. Some of this stuff happened quickly, some of it during periods in which I was drugged, sometimes I may not want to include details that might get someone else harmed.

It was probably July or August of 2010. Recall again that, “He’s not coming,” was repeated often referring to that unknown person I was brainwashed over. One of those messages, one of the first, came on “Juneteenth” (a Sunday set aside for various community events every year) at the park at which I was volunteering to help the DFL and OFA. That also coincided with my ex making it clear that we were through (though we did give it a brief go a few months later, but that was just so the CIA could try again to get me to target S**** by having my ex suggest it. I told him then no, that he was a witness as well. Damn this agency, it’s does more harm than good). Got that? Two “dear john” messages within minutes of each other. And then dealing with DNC bulls***.

(I will never forgive them trying to take advantage of my misery. Not ever. That we are engaged in a war that they may yet be forced to actually do something about, may actually have to do something besides talk to help the average American is all that there is to our “alliance.” As far as I’m concerned, they are only superficially different from the inhumans on the other side of the aisle. They have the same lack of empathy, the same selfishness, just maybe a little guilt they alleviate by pretending to help and then lose time and again to the GOP).

But that was June. Okay. He is not coming after all. Why?

They tried, and actually succeeded for a short period of time, in convincing me that he had jumped to his death off of the tall apartment building in Brooklyn where I had seen someone perhaps resembling him in February. That was where I forwarded the catalog that got returned “no such person.”

The reason for the jump was because of the novella (I think I recently referred to it as a novelette; these terms actually mean something in terms of length; novella is correct). In it, a character, Aron, jumps off of a cliff.

Now, do I need to spell that out? The person (who is not real, just a joke played on me in a deli in January of 2010, on my birthday no less) I was brainwashed to be dependent on through the careful use of psychology, drugs, voice-to-skull, etc., had committed suicide because of something I wrote. I “saw” it (this one was visual, fake remote viewing instead of remote listening). It seemed real even if it wasn’t.

Now, I wouldn’t say I completely believed it. But it was an explanation as to why, this person who had seemed so keen on me helping out Peter, could not or would not come and visit me once the trial was over.

I did believe it enough that I took down the novella from the blog. Maybe it was what was going to happen, not what already had.

The funny thing? Well, all of the characters are technically me, it’s always that way with authors, even in I suppose non-fiction. Because even then you are developing a “character” from other sources, picking and choosing what to include and in which order to present them. Even when that person actually exists.

But Aron was a lot closer to being “me” (with the euphoria) than who I imagined this other person to be. Ken, on the other hand is sort of a cypher. We don’t know much about what is going on inside Ken’s head.

That was the trick: sort of do a superficial this but a personality that. Switch them around and then at the end have them “merge” as one.

I don’t recall much of the days that followed thinking, as a dog does after only a few days of its owner’s absence, that he must be dead. There was a lot of drinking. A lot of sleeping during the day. A lot of crying, probably. A lot of dark, angry thoughts. I don’t much recall.

There were many other similar things they tried. Was he an operative, maybe one who worked with Anthony and ‘Balding’? Why the f*** not? Those two certainly didn’t mind inflicting pain one iota.

The one they pushed the most often was that he was from some wealthy family…you know…illuminati or whatever. That was backed up by reminding me of the weirdness surrounding a fellow D&D player who said he was interviewed to work for one of those extremely wealthy families who pretends to be middle class. They actually exist. Pretty sure it’s been covered in the press at some point. Primary reasons given for living that way are to give their kids (who may not even know how wealthy they are) a more middle class type upbringing and to avoid potential kidnappings. I think Paul McCartney at least tried to live that way to some extent at some point for his kids. Obviously, they knew who their dad was, that they were well off financially, but that was the idea.

Anyway the acquaintance did not get the job. “Was it a background check of some sort?” was what they tried to push. Well, that and you have to try commit suicide to be considered “brave” enough to be asked to join the illuminati and also be a complete evil prick. See how their bulls*** goes? Behave evil, do evil, and you’ll be rewarded by your dreamboat and riches…

Which is similar to the guy who shot Chasen in Hollywood. He was convinced he was getting $10,000 for the job, he told a neighbor, and yet police confirmed that he was never actually told that by anyone.

There are so many more they tried to pass off as fact, I’ll have to relate them later as they come. But using items 11 and 12 from the 1955 MK/ULTRA draft memo, followed by trying to make me think that I killed that person? That’s another assassination attempt. I grant difficult to prove because these people have no oversight and are never held responsible for what they do. Also, the technology and even the psychology has yet to be commonly known (again, Frey effect was discovered in the 1930s; why has it never been in a movie, on a science channel, etc.?). And it’s my word against the monsters’.

So that was it.

One other thing they did was after I found out on Facebook that my ex got married on 11/11/11 (despite assertions that we would keep in touch and be honest with each other—I assume he did it to inflict pain. And why not? it’s easy to kick people when they’re down, just ask CIA), I “heard” what was supposed to be his new hubbies voice say, “It’s none of his business.” Saw my ex around a month after that in December, he said no such comment was ever uttered, that his husband is laid back and left all of those decisions up to my ex. I believed that, which confirmed that at least some of the V2K stuff was complete lies.

Imagine if instead I had done what they wanted: confronted the two of them in anger. It’s a pattern. One that plenty of other people failed to notice in time and are now newspaper headlines as a result.

Yes. CIA and DOD are playing a proxy war. This is how Loughner and Breivik came to be. This is how they “built” Ted Kaczynski. This is how they drove Bruce Ivins insane.

And, why not? They have no compunction at all about inflicting death either. This is how they got several planes hijacked on 9/11. Recall, Charlie Wilson’s war—presence in Afghanistan, that is opportunity. Recall, oil and gas exploration in the 1990s in Afghanistan, that is one motive. Recall, Taliban visiting Texas, that showed interest in cooperation with American business, if not actual cooperation. Recall, Clinton refusing to recognize the Taliban government due to civil rights issues surrounding their treatment of women, followed by an assassination attempt by Al Qaeda that missed.

Yep. No wonder they are fighting so hard. The whole damn house of cards is in play.

That Which Did Not Occur

THAT WHICH DID NOT OCCUR

Right. So. Went to a SciFi convention in the area weekend before last. As previously noted, this followed a four month visit with the parents, three weeks with my son, and a week with friends in Michigan.

Those folks are still being plagued by organized stalking events including the patron Army veteran spending the last year dealing with a co-employee who he only found out after the kid quit had spent most of his time there plotting to get the vet fired. This is that same family of the juror in the Squidgate trial. Their dog went missing just before I left. As far as I know, they still haven’t found him.

I will let you in on something, even though I have not yet parsed all of it and therefore it’s early yet for me to be writing about it. They were targeted before the trial as well. I am not clear on why yet, merely that it’s damn strange that he was stationed in Alaska at the same place as my father.

The key to knowing it started at least as early as 2008 is that their son was run over by an SUV in much the same way as my son was in 2004. Very, very similar stories except my son was on his bike, theirs was on foot. In both cases, another young man was driving and didn’t even realize what happened. That was of course because his head was being mucked with remotely. The driver in my son’s case also hit several dogs. These were either dry runs / tests or an effort to explain the strangeness of the timing as though the kid was simply prone to this sort of thing, or more likely both. When they plan these kinds of things, there are always more than one wrapper, more than one way to explain it off to avoid being hit with charges of illegal activities.

The weirdness, and I’ve already mentioned this on the blog, was that I was engaged in an online debate with some other people over some issue at a military / religious school that had made the news. I would point you to where that was, but that and a lot of other discussions were wiped away in a hacking in 2005. FBI investigated and decided it was a disgruntled former employee. I believe that that and the use of V2K could both be true.

There was the one about Plamegate where I pointed out that Robert Novak’s column came two weeks after his being told. That meant that the several others who broke the law by disclosing Valerie Plame’s status were still in legal jeopardy because it was not at that point public knowledge. Not until publication. But of course, as was pointed out to Bradley Manning, this is not how the world works. How it works is criminality is rewarded, even when it is treasonous. Or maybe that is especially when it’s treasonous.

Then there was that obscure news article that showed that Halliburton was doing business with Iraq during Dick Cheney’s tenure as VP. That would have been, for anyone else, illegal. Just like hanging onto his stock in “blind trust”, claiming Executive privilege while also claiming to be part of the Legislative branch while actually being neither in protecting his energy meeting notes *, etc.

Also how his failure to perform due diligence during an acquisition resulted in Halliburton being stuck with millions in asbestos liability. And how that in itself was a financial motive for getting Halliburton those no-bid contracts in Iraq and elsewhere.

Then there was the one about “one time at President Camp” that W suggested forcing pharmaceuticals for anyone the government deemed “mentally ill.” That is about as close to a smoking gun for the whole damn project that I can think of. This “mistake” was covered by NPR and others. In fact, I think the NPR link is on this blog.

And news articles about that phony end-of-the-world climate change Pentagon report that got “leaked.” Denmark is supposed to be underwater right now. It isn’t. Hence the word phony. It’s purpose? To justify taking everything there is to take from anyone and everyone, abroad and at home.

(I remind you again: the human testing at the New Jersey Shakespeare Festival I witnessed was in 1989 and 1990. This was after that. Also, my little authoritarian cowards, there’s the First Amendment.)

But back to the messageboard that is no more, the phony narrative was that “God” was punishing me for questioning the robotic behavior of students at a private school (I no longer remember the details, merely that it was scary Orwellian lying coming from the schoolmasters and at that time that was not as common occurrence everywhere as it is now) by trying to kill my son.

Suddenly there was an emergency. Right in the middle of this online debate about divinity and authority. I had to fly to Indiana because my son was in the hospital having been run over.

He was well taken care of, and in fact this happened at a time when the Indy 500 doctors were around but not busy, so he got some expertise where broken bones are concerned. (If you happen to be one of those, “At least he’s alive” people, ask yourself then why in the first place?).

“God’s punishment…”

Just like the phony narrative I detailed in “Ground Control” pitting me against an old acquaintance.

The lies of which so closely resembles two books I’ve read recently that it is laughable…I mean I even once accused S**** of being NSA, didn’t I? Right out of S**** B*****’s thriller novel. The other being C******’s, though that’s more in terms of the psych profile for the man. It’s wrong. That’s just how it might appear when they pound his head with crap like they have been trying to do to me. He’a got issues (who doesn’t?) but he’s not those characters, N*** and T******.

And then there was that they had half convinced K*** that he was The Devil.

But after the NJSF, especially the weird “voodoo” event, well, I could not explain that one. Still can’t completely (either hypnosis or something electronic that I have yet to identity). So, what did I do? I took the plunge. Became a Christian. Even taught Sunday school for a while.

But it became plain that politics were intruding and that that was going to continue. Additionally, despite being at a “progressive” church, there was still a great deal of hesitance of acceptance of gays. They were there, but there were additional requirements that non-gays were not subject to.

So I left. I forgot all about the NJSF. Time passed. Got into a longterm relationship with my college sweetheart. We worked. We built a life. We bought a condo.

And it wasn’t until all of that came crashing down in the space of three months that I started recalling the NJSF. Recalling what happened to K*** M***** and how she had been so desperate that she contacted the FBI and White House to put an end to what she didn’t even know had a name: organized stalking. This was before the Internet. Where could she have turned?

But since then I have learned a lot. I’ve learned how time and time again the CIA has defied presidents and yet never been held accountable for that. I learned that, perhaps as a result of K***’s letters and maybe other people like her, President Clinton made a public apology to the victims of MK/ULTRA and refused to meet with James Woolsey and instead used a subcontractor, because clearly he knew he could not trust the CIA. That W and Cheney would take that act of using someone he could trust and turn it into a nightmarish secret police industry sucking up any and all tax dollars does not strike me as being Clinton’s fault.

All of that just to get back to explaining the weekend before last…

The phony narrative…I can’t recall exactly when it started…probably February of this year…was that, once again, that nameless person would be there. They included phony sound bites. They tried to pervert the meaning, to cherrypick whatever they could from wherever they could. For example, there was some good advice on what not to do when one is exiting the US for Canada and is planning on marrying a Canadian. The Canadian government can stop you if you so much as tell them that is your plan.

That, plus phony remote viewings of conversations like:

“I think you should come to [the convention] this year.”

“You mean—?”

“Yep. Gotta go. Bye.”

This was of course prepped for many weeks with other similar phony snippets. I’m not even sure what some of them were supposed to mean. It was obvious though, they just wanted really, really badly to make me think that this non-person exists and was just waiting for me to show up and pop the question.

Like I said before, I’m not entirely clear as to who or what I actually saw that day in the store. That someone was there, no doubt. Whether it was a mask (a young man flew on an airline and it was only on arrival that anyone noticed that his face, a mask of him as in his sixties, was fake… They have improved those kinds of things) or it was more electronic chicanery is the only question. He too closely resembled someone I knew and loved years before for it to have been true.

It was what I wanted to believe. I wanted to because it meant there was some kind of hope for a future. Maybe there still is, mind you, but there is no way to make up for what has happened to me. I will never be the same. They have taken years off of my life, those are gone. They have probably also killed the best part of me in the process (I mean did the world really need another a**hole? Seems to me we have plenty of those).

But I knew better. I made the attorney appointment first thing when I got into town. He couldn’t see me until the 19th. I had hoped to have started that conversation before the weekend but it didn’t work out that way.

What they wanted was the same thing they have tried time and time again and failed: some kind of crazy scene, some violent outburst, something that would show they were right all along, that beating on someone until they become violent means that they were violent all along.

But they failed. Again

I trust the reasons why Randy Quaid made his way to Canada are now clearer. The Pentagon and CIA were trying to reign in Hollywood by any means necessary.

(Sidenote: By the way, the weekend was a lot of fun. I’ll just point out one rather strange example of weirdness. At the “Military Structure in Science Fiction Panel” {would you think I would miss that one?}, the last words from one panelist were, “I’m thinking that somehow military structure and zombies are related, but I’m not sure how.” When I had the chance a few days later to ask him what he meant over a beer after he gave me his card at the end of the convention, he said, “I don’t know.” There was a lot of that. Being the only one laughing as such statements probably does not do much to improve one’s image as sane. The suggestion that one panelist gave that werecoyotes should replace werewolves, for example, was another.)

Oh, and just to prove my point further, I took the chance a some time ago: I prayed. No answer means there isn’t anyone listening.

That’s right, these religious zealots, these fascists who more than anything wanted to see me on my knees begging God for mercy, to trick me into some form of submission as they did in 1990…they are the ones who proved it to me: He’s just not there.

* Actually, now I think about it, don’t think I did mention on EZBoard how Cheney tried to be president of the US and president pro tempore of the Senate at the same time for weasel-legal purposes. Should have, but don’t think I did.

Could Go Any Which Way

COULD GO ANY WHICH WAY

Yet another voice-to-skull drama masquerading as remote viewing or remote listening.

This bulls*** tactic is a favorite of theirs. Even if you reject its content, it still has gotten into your head and you have to spend time and energy actively negating it. It is like hijacking your thought process.

I haven’t even gotten to what they had hoped would happen at that convention weekend before last. It was hilarious let me tell you. That they actually believed they pulled it off is what is funny. As if I hadn’t learned already that these people are scum. And clearly cannot read minds.

So. Page one of my agreement with an attorney. I have it all in PDF. No more details than that, but I still haven’t heard back from my meeting (which is due, I assume, to the delaying in my check being cleared. Should have paid cash, I guess, but the paper trail is part of the point).

However, today I am actually having inexplicable credit card problems. Can’t access money means you can’t afford to stay but you also can’t afford to leave. Not sure what the game plan is. I assume it’s just to continually raise my stress level and hoping that their God of Money will actually grant their prayers of giving me cancer or whatever ending they would find satisfying. (Covered that on Twitter this morning. Random stranger comes up and tells me his father has pancreatic cancer. “That’s the one where you can’t digest, right?” Implying that is what’s responsible for the poisonings I experienced in Kentucky).

Yes. This is the country that many of you live in. Here’s yesterday’s microwave delivered V2K fiction:

“Go get him, Bob.”

“And do what?!?”

“Get him and bring him home.”

And so the phony narrative today is that some retired spook is arranging this credit card trouble to get me back “home.” Home, where I can’t even go out to eat without getting poisoned. Home, where it’s now legal in some places to fire someone over their sexuality. Home, where arson is legal or at least unpunishable. Home, where the only thing either of our failed political parties actually cares about for the most part is keeping the cash rolling in, despite full knowledge that this idiotic game they are playing is fixed and change is therefore impossible except for one cosmetic step forward, ten actual back. Home, where whistleblowers not only get no protection (despite it being clear under the law that they are afforded them) but get harassed and destroyed. Home, where Dick Cheney and his band of dinosaurs march ever onward toward preserving what they think of as “the American way” by killing everyone else. Land of the consumer zombie and the home of the cowards and crooks. Home, where yet more harassment of innocent people goes unpunished and uninvestigated. Over and over. Land of the s*** and shoved in it.

At least if Romney gets elected, we can get on with the Fourth Reich stuff, have all that bloodshed, etc. ending as these things always do, and these same people can (as usual, facing no consequences for their actions whatsoever) get on with planning the Fifth Reich.

That is, if the coming wars actually leave Earth a livable environment. That is anyone’s guess.

(Update: Hotelier is allowing me to stay one night on spec.)