Pre-BBD – Skipping to the End

{Note: The title is a bit cryptic. And maybe it has a second or third meaning. I’m not sure, I’m just writing this. Please bear with me anyway. Sometimes you can see the narrative coming, if only roughly, before it unfolds.}

BACKGROUND – NOT QUITE THE USUAL FARE

As folks have probably noticed, I tend to focus on things like shootings and other acts of violence. This is in part because it would seem logical that the possibility of proxy-mass murder may get people to consider that such a problem, should it exist {it does}, is also their problem.

However, on occasion I have focused on other possible uses for “brainhacking” {my preferred term to mind control which sounds cartoony and conveys the idea of a remote control, an image that is not so far as I know at all accurate; there’s also behavioral modification, but that is a mouthful and kind of implies permanence whereas I’m talking a minute here or there}. For example, though if true that there was some outside influence involved it is kind of funny in a sad, sick kind of way, that Clint Eastwood talking to himself at his table on live television at a Romney event might have been the result of brainhacking. A lot of it is about distracting the target, getting them into a mental state where they lose track of what is happening around them.

Not, however, that they are in some alternate personality that has no knowledge or awareness of what else the body gets up to as you might read elsewhere or hear coming from Rosanne regarding MONARCH. {Speaking of whom, though I have many issues with her, it is odd to me how pleasant she can be and her concern for LGBTQA issues is not completely wiped away with her other “issues”}. No, it’s more like daydreaming.

Other personal examples included when, the day after having my iPhone pickpocketed just before planning to leave for Port Huron and the Squidgate trial. When I went to the phone store to report that it was gone, the guy behind the counter…I wouldn’t say was having a brain fart…more like brain constipation. I repeated what happened a few times and waited until he confirmed that it was reported stolen. Months later I got an angry email from a former employer stating that it was still on and in use.

Another funny/not-funny example, after the Squidgate trial, when I was trying to get out of Port Huron and make my way Brooklyn-bound, I forgot my PIN for my debit card. Yeah, despite the Roma man taking all my cash and my iPhone, he left me my cards and ID. Imagine that.

It was probably twenty minutes before I remembered a number I used frequently, probably earlier that day or the day before. Was this just due to normal distraction? Maybe, maybe not.

And then, backing up a few months there was that goofy, dumbfounded look on that NYPD detective who was giving me grief about parking my dogs outside my friend’s deli. Clearly, when he looked at the dogs the second time after giving me lip, he saw something different than what he thought he had seen before entering the store.

So, whatever it is, probably something as simple as a some sort of voice-to-skull device, known to exist because the US Army said so, I am a believer. What its limitations and capabilities are, I don’t really have any idea.

BACKGROUND – THE WESTCOAST BLACKOUT OF 2011

On 8 September 2011, just three days before the tenth anniversary of 9/11, there was a power outage that affected parts of Arizona, California, and nothern Mexico. It turned out, we are told, to be the mistake of an employee compounded by corrections based on inaccurate information by others. In essense, the employee erroneously severed a cable connecting Arizona to California. The techs attempting to fix the problem in some control room flipped a switch thinking they were upping the power to deal with some fault and instead over-powered the only portion of the grid that there were still physically attached to. Something like that anyway. The report is technical and includes some abbreviations and acronyms I’m not familiar with and I don’t really understand quite how power works on that scale anyway.

BACKGROUND – WHAT IS SHORTSELLING?

Shortselling is when you put in buys for a stock “on margin” but you don’t buy them until after you sell them at a higher price, if the price goes down. If the price goes up, the shortseller is stuck paying the difference. If the price goes down, they can make a lot of money quickly because the difference between what they paid after selling it higher is pure profit or nearly so.

Don’t want to take up a bunch of space here on this, but it is worth noting that one of the several CIA officers recommended to the Professional Review Board by others due to negligence on 9/11 and for their role in creating the torture program was embarrassed when airline stocks were shorted on 9/11 from his former trading company {and elsewhere; FBI claims the trades were done in such a way they could not all be traced back and it appears someone left them there after realizing it might attract attention}.

THE POINT

Imagine if you knew that the power company was going to have a bad day or three beforehand. Imagine if you knew because you paid an intelligence contracting company or independent contractor to make sure that that worker made that mistake. That’s pretty much it. You can put in for your puts whenever, wait for the news to hit as something as newsworthy as large swaths of states being without power in one of the hottest weeks of the year would tend to be. Then, you do your stock magic, and, whammo, you’ve got yourself a new small fortune to go with the one you already have. People are without power, you have harmed shareholders and a company, and–who knows?–maybe struck a blow for Big Coal at the same time.

Brainhacking: It’s going to be bigger than ISIS magical online spells that turn the unsuspecting into radical terrorists. Or maybe something like that.

PS – THE TITLE

Yeah, so is there really anything substantial that could be garnered by actually going wherever and finding out first hand? OK, they aren’t coal and do some solar, but still. Think I’d rather live in a Punk House if I didn’t also have an inkling about how that would turn out for someone like me. If you’re going to be a miserable disposable toilet paper non-person for the rest of your foreseeable life anyway, how much does the cage matter?

******

Advertisements

1 Comment

  1. […] “Skipping to the End,” […]


Comments RSS TrackBack Identifier URI

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s