It’s always good to step back now and again and attempt to explain why this blog is here, why I mention the stuff that I do, and why you should care about any of it.
While on a school trip to Germany in 1988, there were a couple of odd occurrences. This came after I had decided not to pursue any sort of foreign service that I had spent much of my teenage years intending to pursue. I would describe my 1980s self as someone not unlike the psychopathic PTSD murderer depicted in the latest from Dirty Harry. Though the Soviet threat still loomed it was clear from the books available that terrorism was on its way to replacing communism as the next big threat, by which now I mean a means of taking all your stuff and rights under the auspices of protecting you.
The notion of protecting the American people is of course utter bullshit. Like Son of Sam and other devil-told-me-to-do-it psychopaths, the US government and its Siamese twin Wall Street requires the deaths of Americans in order to maintain the cash cow that the global war on terror is. The enemies that the one hand is focused on defeating were nurtured, trained, radicalized, encouraged, cajoled, manipulated, exaggerated, and every other kind of deceptive practice for everything from Charlie Wilson’s war in Afghanistan to Saudi Arabia’s incessant hate-US education system to “Balkanization” which grew out of OPERATION GLADIO after WWII.
Foreign strife is not enough for a system that demands more profit next year than this one. That is of course unsustainable, but they don’t look that far down the road, merely expect the worse things get, the more economic opportunities that will provide. We will not only be divided into the haves and have-nots as this progresses, but also predator and prey.
But why this blog? The balance of nature requires that prey keep just slightly ahead of prey. That is, prey must remain just slightly smarter, faster, more knowledgeable, and whatever else is required for survival. When this does not occur, the predators also suffer because they run out of prey. This kind of balance is what made capitalism work in so far as it did. Now, capitalism is the biggest threat to itself.
Do not let the bullshit of the Republicans and Tea Party favorites mislead you: the Democrats are every bit as vulture in their capitalistic attitudes as these other species. HCR was a handout to the health care sector. The principles of collective bargaining don’t really apply because the reform doesn’t give people, merely the states in so far as their corruption allows, that power.
And there really isn’t anything else to point to. By way of example, watch as the GOP accuses Obama of cut and run in Yemen, whereas they complained that he didn’t in Benghazi.
But that’s just an inside family feud. See again the previous post.
The point then is to alert folks who don’t reject the truth out of hand due to the existence of Mel Gibson, Alex Jones, and their ilk. MKULTRA really existed as did many subproject. CIA really is in it for the bucks, as is FBI, NSA, Booz Allen Hamilton, HB Gary Federal, Stratfor, and Palantir. The Constitution is dead. Pointing to one or two exceptions, as “whistleblower advocate” Brad Moss might do doesn’t make it otherwise. The law must apply to and serve everyone or it is simply a tool of tyranny.
So we have the Primer, the Mind-Affecting Technology tabs up top. The rest. The book explaining a portion of my “oddysey” through various forms of illegal activities now allowed because of terrorism and fear. Those same means, methods, and organizations are one the one hand causing most of our problems and then turning around and saying let us take the gloves off, give us more money. Some of the money of course wends its way back to politicians who then turn around and request undoing investigations into what made us less safe, ruined our view of reality, and made the US not only less safe, but committers of crimes against humanity.
It is torture, of a sort, that is absolutely occurring on US soil, against US citizens, for these same purposes. I know. They did it to me.
While you might not be locked in a cage when this is done to you, there will be many reasons–engineered by the public and private psycho clown parade–why you won’t want to step outside. While they won’t have guards waking you up every few minutes, you may experience sleep deprivation from a sudden inexplicable rush of adrenalin that won’t go away, incessant phone calls from anyone and everything, neighbors, roommates, city workers who suddenly decide it is time to make a lot of noise.
Most of these tricks revolve around altering your perception of cause and effect and the order of events. See for example again the previous post. They didn’t cajole Jason Hammond into a plea deal because I cared about him; they got me to care about him because they knew that they were going to do that.
All in order to try to turn me into a terrorist or similar. As was the very possible murder of my grandmother. That ploy, of course, an attempt to make me blame Palin and her ilk for it as Palin had said HCR was a “plot to kill grandma.” All of which makes the Democrats the most likely perps.
Similar to this was the 23 December 2009 fire in which parties unknown tried to frame a DHS border guard’s family.
Now, the burning question becomes, why me, why take me on a tour of the dark bloated underbelly of the intelligence community–and then some–if I’m just lost in the noise… Someone not much believed… Dismissed out of hand due to normalcy bias and it-can’t-be-therfore-it-isn’t. Why do that?
The best answer I can give is, this system is schizophrenic. It is certainly broken, and so exhibiting symptoms of mental illness makes some sense. Is it the serial killer who has an impulse to get caught? Is it one agency or subcontractor fighting against the direction things are going, or playing some sort of turf war? Is it some mentally disturbed, legal pretzel compliance with the Open Government Directive combined with a vague mission statement from 1947? Is it an insider, a sort of whistleblower, using me as his or her mouthpiece?
In any case it appears more like a colossal joke from where I sit. The truth is so damn crazy, that I didn’t much believe it, still don’t want to, and I was drugged, harassed, tortured out of my frickin’ mind before I could come to accept it.
Up next: some more memories of Chicago and my lament that it wasn’t in fact the most dangerous neighborhood there, just the third or so.
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