Surveillance Abuse of the Thirteenth Kind

Remember this? Well, there’s been two studies since then. The first I’m ignoring because it basically said “we don’t know but everyone else was wrong and it’s not mass hysteria/delusion.”

The other, though.

Nora Gámez Torres, “Computer scientists may have solved the mystery behind the ‘sonic attacks’ in Cuba”, Miami Herald, 2 March 2018:

Professor Kevin Fu and members of the Security and Privacy Research Group at the University of Michigan say they have an explanation for what could have happened in Havana: two sources of ultrasound — such as listening devices — placed too close together could generate interference and provoke the intense sounds described by the victims.

This is especially interesting because as I’ve noted before, the legal definition of torture requires intent. Now, prove that spies or counter-intelligence agents, who are already operating under extreme secrecy and typically illegally albeit with approval from above did or did not intend to place two or more devices in close proximity in order to harass the surveillance target. It’s wrapped in so many iron boxes that it’s practically impossible to penetrate and even when you could, there’s the “Golly, gee, we didn’t do it on purpose, Beav” excuse.

Similar to Manning’s harassment/brainwashing being called medical or suicide watch, these agencies have a long history of skewing definitions, playing with words so that they can break the law while pretending its all okay under secret legal papers we can’t view in the first place to judge the legality much less the intent of the law as written.

Anyway, this is why I tweeted it with a note to the State, Justice and Defense Departments’ OIGs and the ACLU. Shall I hold my breath for any resulting OIG reports being made public? Probably just the part that talks about mistakes being made. The rest will be covered in black ink.

And as a bonus, one mo’ time…here’s a short fiction piece I wrote in September of 2013:

“In Plain Sight”

“…Guess what it does.”

It only took him three seconds to respond.


“Yep. Every time we listen in, we are also attacking the same target.”

“With what?”

“Variable sound that appears to be designed to annoy. Imagine a persistent, low-grade headache that won’t go away. The more we keep our eye on them–”

“The more irritated the target we watch becomes. The more violent. The more likely to do or say something suspicious.”


That’s because I didn’t need to be told. I just didn’t know precisely how it was done.



BBD – More Weird: Infectis

Fiction: Chapter written on 27 January 2018 about using drones to start fires:

Nonfiction: Drone catches forest on fire 6 March 2108:

Barry Eisler notes this happens to him often enough for him to notice. With so many things occurring in the world, it is of course possible, probably even likely, that it’s just a coincidence.

However, actually so frequently knowing/finding out about the coincidences I’m not so sure is a coincidence. That’s the card magician trick again: When you’ve got access to really fast computers paying attention to damn near everything like our government and its private contractors do, you can quickly find stuff to mess with people and even, given enough info bombardments, alter their opinion.

BBD – The Undead Bride

Ok, a bit melodramatic on the title. It’s actually not quite that bad…quite. And mostly it’s just weird.

I’ve broken up with, let’s call him the Black Rose, three times. Pretty much once a day since the post a bit down below.

Though he seems to recall the event, I mean events–all three of them–he doesn’t seem to be taking in what it means. And really, all three tines it was at least partially mutual. First, we aren’t compatible.

Of course I should take a moment and explain why I’m only partially available in the first place, but then those who have been following on the Tweeter probably already have a good idea as to why that is.

Anyway, back to the ground hog day “relationship,” we agreed via the phone to be friends and leave it at that. Since then, right back to we-never-never-broke-up-land. {See what I did there? I’ll bet you did.}

So I’m asking myself–understanding that, yes, somehow brainhacking is at work here, I mean if you look at the original post, he could do a lot better for what he’s looking for and a better match…he just doesn’t seem to want to.

So, again, I’m asking myself why this is happening. I mean apart from the obvious distraction and annoyances, why?

Can’t help recalling some of the weird scenes in Cable Guy. There’s a joke there in itself, but I can’t tell you what it is. Privacy only exists these days between the various victims of the Deep State, but we still need it.

But some of those scenes, like where the family can’t seem to understand why Broderick’s character is so disturbed and upset by Carrey’s character. And his friends, etc., except one {yes, readers of the fiction, it is the real world ‘Brian,’ who really does resemble the fictional Brian in so many ways those two chapters practically wrote themselves. But I digress. Again.}

In other words, it very much feels like they’re about to repeat the same bullshit that they did back in 2009: Loss of job, family, friends, and nigh unto homeless.

What can you do? Well, you can delay it. You can point out that you see that as one potential outcome of whatever ops they have planned. You can prepare.

But of course if CIA or one of those other effed up organizations really want you homeless and on the street, I assure you, they can do that. Pinky promise that they can. Your money can disintegrate under the weight of various lawsuits or sudden things you owe that you don’t even recall having purchased much less forgot to pay for. They will subtly and consistently convince your family, friends, co-workers that you are unstable. This is especially convincing because they can and will also make you unstable. That was the point of the LSD shit they pulled in the 50s and 60s.

So where does that leave us? More specifically, me?

“I don’t know. I’m just making this up as I go along.” Or something like that.


BBD – Free At Last

That’s slightly bad humor. In reality, he’s not as bad as, for example, I suggested when I dumped him a few minutes ago.

However, the goal was mostly achieved. I’ve been saving a little bit over the past two years at my minimum wage, then a bit more job. The purpose was to be able to afford a used car after DeepState destroys the one I currently have.

I had been wondering since the real purpose of my Toronto trip was to get me to spend all my retirement money for naught, since I was unable to get asylum there, despite the partial knowledge about CIA’s torture program. The US hadn’t been downgraded enough despite that and the jailing of Barrett Brown due to his reaction to having been harassed, nor Aaron Swartz’s suicide.

In any case, Mission Partially Accomplished. I tried to help him despite the obvious dark humor as you can read in the original post below.

This is the real dark humor that Sibel recently mentioned. What she and others don’t seem to get is, for example, Reality Winner wouldn’t have to be in on any nefarious plot in which she was used. That’s where we are. I’ve pointed it out time and time again. Of course, neither does it mean Ms. Winner is insincere. Mass surveillance means you can find funny and effective at the same time, given so many to choose from.

Trying to explain to people you care about that they might be being manipulated typically doesn’t work. And so you have to argue on the more mundane level. He used me, whether he intended to or not. I don’t blame him for wanting a better life. I just wish he’d realize he needs to start helping to build that for himself, that I don’t have unlimited resources.

That, and I have a higher calling: Smashing Deep State into little bitty bits.


BBD – Work and Those Who Sometimes Visit

De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da…

Pretty much all I want to say to the Deep State these days.

First I’ll note that the guy who introduced me to Mike of Gary and Mike CIA/drug cartel infame, has been will be sentenced and after he begins serving time on Monday. Last I heard, my co-worker was expecting between 9 months and a year. Don’t know what he actually got.

Probably I mentioned some of this vaguely in 2017 at some point, if only on Twitter. He had been asked by his cousin to drive a rental car while she and a friend of hers drove another vehicle. At the Arizona-California border—in a town that specializes in using drug sniffing dogs to support itself—he was stopped and horrified to discover that his rental car had quite a supply of hidden heroin. The cousin, it is rumored, had been told by someone on the inside that DEA had an informant in her organization and therefore she used her cousin—who, again, introduced me to Mike—as bait.

Note that Mike is retired and disabled and did not return to the illicit drug business after he got out of prison. When I asked him if he was concerned about telling me the stories, he replied that he didn’t care if the Cartels or CIA whacked him. I tried to explain that if they know that, that is not how they would go after him.

And here we are.

As I’ve noted on Twitter, and like the details of the sentencing of my co-worker, this is still a bit sketchy, but we had a man armed with a shotgun and pistol roaming our parking lot and entering the store last weekend. I was not there. Police took an hour to respond to a man who I am told was clearly on some drug or other and exclaiming he intended to shoot the place up. PPD claimed they had an emergency elsewhere and therefore were delayed.

What I also have not blogged, because I never seem to get the rest of the story, not until I’ve gone out on a limb and blogged about it anyway. Last year a man died in the parking lot. PPD is keeping details from the autopsy from the public. I tend to believe that this is because they’ve been unable to rule out foul play.

However, by all accounts—wasn’t there at the time—there wasn’t anyone standing near him. A nearby witness said he stood up and fell over. When the witness reached him, it appeared as though he had fallen perfectly on his face and likely forced his nose cartilage up into his brain.

{So, you see, sometimes when it appears I’m on a Twitter rampage and don’t give a reason, there actually is one. This is fairly common. I don’t like blogging about things until I’ve got the facts.}

As for how the latter 2017 thing might have been done, let me start with the silly one that I don’t think is the case. That of the often written up so-called invisibility cloak. The idea, a special forces or Navy Seal would approach unseen, strike a target in the face with a deadly blow, and then hide. At night there’d be no need for something so fancy. But this did occur in broad daylight.

So more likely, but how to get him to fall just right is a question, would be something used at range. They’ve long been developing weapons that don’t leave more of a trace than something that looks like an insect bite. CIA and US Army during the 1970s described an attachment to any standard weapon that could, depending on the substance within, incapacitate a guard without the guard even realizing he’d been hit with the dart or “flechette” as I believe they referred to it.

Then there is the “perfect concussion,” though that wouldn’t necessarily cause unconsciousness and, again, you’re stuck with how to make someone fall perfectly without putting their arms up defensively on their face with sufficient force.

Guess the cloak isn’t sounding so outrageous after all. I’ve heard even Arizona Rangers can walk right up behind trained police officers at night, tap them on the shoulder, and fade back into darkness before they turn around. But that’s part of another story for another day.

Jacqueline Howard, “Scientists get closer to creating real-life invisibility cloak,” CNN, 20 July 2016:


BBD – What Rape Accusations Are {Sometimes} Made Of

Not all my axes live in Taxes.

I’m quickly rewriting this even though it occurred eight years ago and I’ve forgotten many of the details. I have been unable to find where I wrote it after occurred, but that’s ok since I was still being surreptitiously drugged back then.

2010. Minneapolis. Went on a date with a friend of an ex. We were both to some extent seeking revenge plus trying to answer the question, “What if I’d been with him instead of the ex?”

To the point, we ended with him extremely intoxicated at my place.

He kicked me out of bed–literally, or perhaps more precisely, leg-lifted me–for trying to kiss him. It was so over-the-top, I just laid on the floor laughing for several minutes.

He got on the phone and called someone. It went kind of like this:

Normal, drunken voice: “Hey. Hey. Hey, Matt.”

Now whispering: “He…help me.”

This repeated a few times before Matt or whatever his name was hung up and refused further calls.

I knew something was up at this point and stayed away. In the morning, he approached me, we had sex.

He then tried to steal the condom, but dropped it in the hallway on the way out.

This occurred shortly, can’t recall but less than two weeks, before the news of Assange’s Sweden charges hit the news.


BBD – Not Quite He Said, He Said {Updated}

Langley is a bigger shithole than Norway edition.

(Cuz Nobody’s talkin’ ’bout you.)

Met him a year ago or so. Thought he was full of crap then. Maybe a hustler. Clearly someone in need of a corrective vision apparatus if one were to take his verbal romantic interest seriously.

Then he disappeared for a chunk of last year. Did mention moving to Texas. {People do that?}.

Turns out he instead moved to New Mexico. However, on the way back from a day trip from Mexico a border guard stopped them and verbally harassed repeatedly the lady he was with. There were drug-sniffing dogs. They found nothing because there was nothing to be found.

But, one assumes because as we know the Border Patrol and local police down there are completely bought by the cartels, the CIA, and various untouchable members of the Legislative Branch, just had to keep playing the bully, maybe to convince himself when he lets the drug smugglers across that he’s still somehow a “good guy.”

My new boyfriend, let’s call him Kevin {you already see where this is going, don’t you?} told the guard to leave his friend alone. The guard pushed his head. In what was of course a normal reaction, Kevin pushed his hand away.

He, because he insisted on a trial and held out for a while, plead down from assault on a federal officer to a misdemeanor and spent some five months and change in a Texas prison. That’s why I didn’t see him until earlier this week.

Did I mention he’s from Chicago? I know, too much right after saying to some friends I didn’t have the “take home” type in my life. But then he’s, in his own words, half African, quarter Irish, quarter Eastern Indian. And pretty from head to toe in my words.

Did I mention his mother’s name was Hope? She died in 2012 or 2013. Know when you are being played, ladies and non-ladies. Really I suppose I’m insulted that they’d think I’d be stupid enough to think what they wanted me to think.

Did I mention he had a rose tattoo? That may not mean as much to most of you. Does to me. He bought a faux black rose to go with the faux red one I had in my car for months now. Now as to why that is…

It took a day after our first date to figure out what CIA’s real endgame is. Really only a couple of hours of quiet did the trick. I can’t quite show my homework on this one. Part of the idea is to of course forget the problem and let the unconscious figure it out. There was a lot of “loud” stuff that would take more attention, but then they laid groundwork for the other thing, quietly, like a small, thin thread among a bundle of ropes.

I figured it out about 37 seconds before this tweet. Yes, always have your Twitter gun loaded in case of emergency.

I am again wondering why CIA consistently insists on doing the sort of opposite of what it should if it really wanted me to clam up. But then I remember it’s run by psychotic Nazi clowns and it all becomes clearer.

Don’t think I’ll be elaborating just yet as to what that end game is. I just couldn’t resist letting them know I already know. 😀