BBD – Not Blogging It

Instead I’m doing the text versions of a montage followed by an impressionist {or some other movement} painting to describe yesterday’s “chance meetings”/diversion. I will start with relevant quotes that I find hilarious and throw together some memes.

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BBD – Crazy Train

We have attempted to group the activities covered by the 149 [MKULTRA] subprojects into categories under descriptive headings…. These activities are placed in the following 15 categories: …

14. One or two subprojects on each of the following: “Blood Grouping” research, controlling the activity of animals, energy storage and transfer in organic systems; and stimulus and response in biological systems.

—Testimony of Admiral Stanfield Turner, Joint Senate Hearings on MK/Ultra: CIA’s Program of Research Into Behavioral Modification.

This is probably another one of those that, unless you really, really grep how the behavioral modification stuff works and believe that it really does to an extent, and that despite a plethora of movies and TV stating the contrary, that the intelligence community really does not have the average human being’s best interests in mind when it does what it does but rather the goals of multinational corporations, it just is going to read as Crazy Central. I am writing it anyway, in part out of boredom and in part just to get it down before too many details fade from memory.

It happened in January and/or February of 2012. I think why I haven’t written it up should be obvious: It makes me appear insane to have seen and experienced it.

I left Minneapolis and headed back to Tennessee in November of 2011. Of that, I have written some. I even wrote about some of this dog’s other actions here.

What I left out, because it without a doubt will seem to unlikely to anyone who reads it, is what else transpired.

One night the dog, whom I named Canis Doofus, barked at me and moved off as if to communicate, “Hey, c’mere, wanna show you something.” I followed. The dog went up to one of the vehicles and looked at me, waiting for me to open the door. I did so and the dog got in and put his paws on the dashboard, implying a trip was in order.

After that, he went back to normal canine behavior, in so far as canine behavior can be categorized as normal.

Of course, I had already been considering a trip to Toronto for Ad Astra. Curious as to what the covertards who trained the dog to do this intended only helped push me into going a little.

Mostly, I think their intent was just to ensure I blew the money I had finally gotten from my retirement fund from my previous job in NYC {the company itself had folded, the partners were splitting up, and so they had to divest the fund}. That said, I did want to apologize to Watts in person, which I forgot to do but assume he got the letter I sent via the bookstore.

There had also been that strange voice-to-skull event where I “heard” what was supposed to be a recording in someone’s voice I didn’t recognize stating only what was clearly the second part of a sentence, “…kill Peter Watts.”

Perhaps something of a Rorschach test, I don’t know. But surely the covertards knew at this point that I was wise to them, knew they intended to turn me into a “lone wolf shooter” or similar right from the start, and that denying them the one thing they really wanted was just about the only power I had, and still have, in this situation.

But then there was also the possibility that ‘Janus’ was not a professional spy at all but rather another ‘zombie.’ And what if he was going to show up and kill Watts at Ad Astra?

But then there was another v2k of Watts speaking with someone on the phone {one may want to review what voice synthesis devices–which the Center for Army Lessons Learned has pulled down along with all of its other definitions, having pulled V2K years ago–are}, suggesting they come to the convention. Pretty much a shotgun strategy to ensure my attendance.

Of course it was even crazier once I got to Toronto. I hit it off with a man I met at Ad Astra who reminded me a bit of my longterm ex, but whom I later discovered was married to a woman. He invited me to an event at which two friends of Watts were also in attendance. After we had checked Facebook to see who was going.

Hey, gay marriage was legal there before it was here and that was yet another way to get a visa. So sue me for trying.

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there is a dog

BBD – Will the Real Slim Shady…

Note: I am bothering to post this for one reason really. If I don’t, the shithole responsible for it will continue to prod and poke me until I acknowledge it. So this is so that they can consider it acknowledged and move on to the next idiotic covertard scheme.

If the post below actually makes sense to you…you might want to worry. Possibly you’ve read a lot of my stuff including the draft of the book over here and therefore you get it from that. Maybe you’re a genius and it makes more sense, or you’ve caught on to some of the behavioral modification and social engineering tricks and you can see how it fits.

But really it’s not supposed to make a lot of sense to a normal person. It’s madness logic, which is to say it is illogical but when surreptitiously drugged out of your skull and harassed to the point of mental, physical and emotional exhaustion, somehow feeling your way to the truth, which is not the truth at all but rather a trick being perpetrated on you by the intelligence community, somehow makes some sort of sense.

You’ve been warned.

2008-2009 – MANHATTAN

Back in late 2008 or sometime in 2009, as I’ve mentioned in Wicked Game, I had some celebrity clients. Since my career as a real estate consultant seems to be dead as Elvis, I suppose it’s okay to talk a little about one such project, leaving out various details.

Harrison Ford bought a small condo apartment in Manhattan. We were called in to check on some things that the condo board and seller had promised but not delivered on. For example, there were leaky windows.

I wound up doing a couple of visits and writing up a report about various items. Some weeks later, I got a call from the man himself. He really sounded like he does when he’s playing a POTUS. Very declarative. I really thought he was pulling my leg when he said…

“Caulk. Black caulk. That architect you guys sent {referring to me, not realizing who he was speaking to. I’m not an architect, the partners, my former bosses, are} said there should be black caulk on those windows.”

I was immediately reminded of the SNL sketch regarding cork soakers. If you aren’t getting it, maybe you should read this and the previous sentences out loud.

Anyway, that was that job. Bruce Willis was another, but that’s not relevant to the subject of this post.

Not long before everything in my life exploded, the attorney through whom Mr. Ford had hired us pulled me aside to say he was very pleased with our product and help with the apartment.

And of course later came that strange interaction with the person I refer to as Janus in a corner grocery in Brooklyn.

2010-2011 – MINNEAPOLIS

This is the tough part. The longer I remain sane, at least as sane as someone who has been through what I have can be, the harder it is to recall how my thinking was skewed back when I was being surreptitiously drugged by the US government. Some of the details have become fuzzy.

For example, how did I come to start thinking of Janus, or R as I referred to him back then, as a Jedi? Not a literal Jedi, I wasn’t that far gone, but symbolically. I was somehow imagining this person very specifically, imagining his tastes and interests and without any basis whatsoever. In other words, it was most likely being fed to me via something like voice-to-skull.

I don’t recall. I do recall quoting Han Solo in one or more whacky emails I sent to someone. I recall buying a Star Wars book at Barnes & Noble, convinced that R was going to show up any day and it would be there waiting for him.

{Of course all of that came crashing down when the Democrats tried to get me to go postal on the Republicans during Juneteenth and then again in November of 2011. This is the party I supported and volunteered to work for and most of us assume are pro-LGBT. Silly, silly me. Silly, silly you.}

The idea developed further, once it started dawning on me that R, or Janus, was likely a spy and had played a pivotal role in destroying my life on behalf of the Obama administration. Suddenly, the whole darkside thing came into play.

Note that I don’t much care about any of this anymore. Obama is just another greedy, phony, self-centered prick attracted to power. Again, I’m just playing along and posting this here because I’ll be poked until I do.

THE FALSE JANUS’

Right. Janus. First they threw Hamilton Morris at me.

Contemporary in Brooklyn…check. Drug expert…check. Followed the footsteps of a few CIA doctors who went looking south of the border for various plants…check.

And seems possible he’s the type to secretly {or openly} resent Dad, the progressive activist filmmaker.

Except he just isn’t Janus.

THE FORCE AWAKENS

Right. Andrew Driver.

First, recall that I was drugged and I think that Janus was wearing a mask. Mostly this would serve to hide features like his nose and any moles or identifying marks he may have. He had none that were visible, in fact his complexion was too perfect which is why I think he was wearing one of those masks.

He also had blond hilights in his brown hair. But he did have a large nose and his ears stuck out.

Let’s compare to Driver.

Driver joined the Marines in 2003 as his personal response to 9/11. His nickname was Radar, due to the fact that his ears stick out.

He graduated from Julliard in 2009 and did a couple of New York City based TV show guest spots in 2009 and 2010.

And it was not lost on me that the reward for f—ing someone like me over on behalf of a selfish elected prick might be substantial.

Another kind of fit. I also noted Janus’ graceful moves and Julliard is also known for its intense dance training.

And yet I just don’t think so. Instead, I think the selfish elected prick just cannot get enough of people murdering people via the intelligence community and what does he care if some of them are in Hollywood?. I don’t know, probably at that level it serves as a drug itself…maybe an aphrodisiac.

So ends yet another pointless waste of time and taxes. Thanks, Obama. For everything.

(Not if I actually see and manage to recognize you first, Janus.)

BBD – Walking the Plank

Back when the cloak and dagger nonsense began, after having been drugged or similar with something that both inhibited reason and caused sometimes rather extreme increase in adrenaline flow–thereby mimicking schizophrenia or the like–there was a lot of self-pity going on. I was sure, especially after the encounter in the Brooklyn McDonalds with the funny man who struck up the conversation about assassination, that I was going to get ‘whacked.’ When that didn’t happen, and a few more similar but less dramatic events happened, I became numb to the thought. One gets tired of feeling sorry for oneself, eulogizing yourself.

The point of these exercises are many, but clearly discrediting yourself and being made to feel simultaneously ashamed and to notice that all the people you thought cared about you actually don’t, are two of them. While neither of these thoughts/feelings are entirely valid, the ability to inflict them on a target can be a powerful step in the direction of ‘persistent adversity,’ ‘learned helplessness,’ and the ‘futility’ technique used in torture as reported on recently by Jeff Kaye, Jason Leopold, and Spencer Ackerman. There are parallels between today’s mostly-government done harassment and mostly-government done torture.

In any case, I’m posting this more like a journal entry. Needs to go somewhere and if secrecy can serve the enemies of democracy among us perhaps openness can serve me.

Back in the Spring of 2012, I had decided to make a trek to Canada. You may recall, if you’re a longtime reader, that I stopped off in Kentucky along the way. This, Murray–where I had gone to college–was where I picked up a rental car for the trip. Before leaving the parking lot, I went through two other rental cars, both of which had a several extremely bald tires.

While I was waiting for the car{s} to be ready, I had brunch across the street at a diner, the name of which I have forgotten. By the time I reached my destination in Louisville, I was feeling very ill. I slept sitting up all night because it felt as though I might throw up in my sleep.

The feeling passed, but a few days later, similar happened at a pizza parlor. My dinner companion felt no such similar symptoms. Then still more days later, after having a beer or two in a bar–where the bartender pretended to open the bottle of beer even though I could see he had done so in the back room first–was the third time. There may have been a fourth in Toronto later but it was not as bad.

Note: the bartender and beer probably had nothing to do with it. Look at things like chemtrails. It reminds me of the infamous animal psychology case that launched one expert’s career. A horse always went berserk when it saw a particular colored hat. She investigated and found that the animal had been whipped many times in its stall. Having no idea why it was being whipped, it stared at a post outside the stall upon which hung that color hat. It came to associate the hat with being whipped and so the existence of animal superstition was brought to light.

I think that there is a similar process to thinking chemtrails are poisoning us all, but that is a different topic. The point there being that the likelihood that I would actually catch the real person poisoning me was close to 0%. The bartender may have been bait. They may have hoped for a “there’s something on the wing” type over-reaction, resulting in police forcing me into some sort of psychiatric testing and/or care and/or arrest, depending on how such a thing played out.

But what did follow closely on the heels of having been poisoned three or four times was the chronic cough. I had thought it a harassment technique. I mean, who wants to hire someone who goes into coughing fits periodically? At my age? Doesn’t happen. Not to mention the repeated psychological trauma and covert ops designed to burn all my bridges.

Next I suppose I should explain the healthcare situation. I don’t have any. I paid an extra $95 for last years’ taxes due to not having it and being well under the poverty level in income. It is not automatic, it is not single payer. I think it costs around $400 per month to get it and pay for it yourself, but I don’t know because that is well beyond my means.

The point: I don’t know for certain what the cause of the cough it. I did see a doctor in Canada after getting pink eye–which coincided with the cough beginningeven though the cough came first–and he thought the two related. Pink eye went away, cough did not. Later in Chicago a doctor’s preliminary diagnosis was “likely connected to digestion.”

I think he’s right about that. I think that the “poison,” whatever it was, caused damage and now my esophagus creates excess mucous in order to compensate. There’s a name for this, I discovered recently when someone handed me a pamphlet: G.E.R.D or gastro esophageal reflux disease. I don’t have all of the symptoms, specifically the acid reflux. But I think whatever it is, it is both related to the poisoning and digestion system damage from same.

According to stats, there’s about a 1/3 chance of developing esophageal cancer from GERD. Let’s think about this mathematically and the way that Langley and Pentagon lawyers do.

If someone takes a six-shooter and puts only two bullets in it and pulls the trigger, was it attempted murder? Seems more like reckless endangerment. It is, as is for example the drone memo which relies on the law of two countries that don’t have constitutions, dancing around the legal issues, skirting the edge as closely as possible.

In any case, I don’t know for certain and I know that self-diagnosis is not a good idea. But you do the best you can with what you’ve got.

Who? Well I haven’t picked on ‘Balding’ lately. If there was any truth to the DoJ OIG response letter, then one would likely place him–and ‘Janus’ for that matter–at the Department of Homeland Security. Why not? They’re the ones who clearly had a reason to be involved, eg, the border incident. The street theater, going back to November 2008 with the garbage theft, etc. Assuming all of that was intended for me to see, for what purpose? Why the hidden music CD in the rental car? Etc.?

Because there are no real rules for these people. Not as long as they can convince any interested parties it’s all delusional.

Now on to why they would do this. There are several obvious and some less so reason.

1} To ensure that the odds of my being present for hearings not unlike the Church/Tower ones are minimized.

2} To send a message to everyone about what happens to you when you question the Deep State.

3} To try to root out any support I may have inside the IC, people sympathetic to the Rule of Law, Constitutional rights, etc. *

4} To try to make me desperate enough to do something rash. In point of fact, I also thought I had cancer during the Squidgate trial. Turned out to not be the case.

This last is the ‘walking the plank’ portion of what I’m referring to along with learned helplessness. The point is to convince the target that he or she has nothing to live for. In fact, they are already dying, so why not go out with a bang?

The idea then after that to use as examples to be held up in the news as to why we need fewer rights, why we need more funding for contractors who then feed that money back to the politicians who protect their criminal practices. And, of course, in my case, to try to paint LGBTetc as being as prone to violence as they have Muslims and as they are in the process of doing with African Americans.

That’s how it works. You can’t help wondering, once you’ve seen what they are capable of from a spycraft and brutality standpoint if this isn’t where Al Qaeda and other terrorist organizations came from in the first place. They have certainly made a lot of people rich and powerful on the backs of dead Americans, Iraqis, etc.

* Let them look, there aren’t any. You think that if someone is let’s say feeding me inside information via V2K or similar, that that person is a friend? Lol. That person would be making me a target. Don’t really see that as all that friendly.

For Jollies

Shane Harris, ” SPY: CIA KEPT ME FROM MY SOULMATE,” Daily Beast, 2 March 2015:

http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2015/03/02/spy-cia-kept-me-from-my-soulmate.html

It’s like my Nam vet uncle said decades ago… They don’t allow happiness. They want vicious and miserable. Part of the reason CIA has highest suicide rate. The rest being they don’t actually do what is advertised, typically the opposite.

That Bully’s Sinday Couldn’t Shut Down

On State Street that great street I just want to say
They do things they don’t do on Broadway

Before I get into that, a couple of notes.

Micah Zenko, “What the Pentagon Wants in a New AUMF: Perpetual Warfare,” Council on Foreign Relations blog, 24 January 2015:

http://blogs.cfr.org/zenko/2015/01/24/what-the-pentagon-wants-in-a-new-aumf-perpetual-warfare/

Nevertheless, the White House demands a “right-sized, modernized AUMF,” not because it is in anyway required, but because it believes “it would send a powerful signal to the citizens of this country, the citizens of our allies, and to our enemies.” It is unclear why ISIL would care about the passing of such a transparently pointless resolution in the U.S. Congress. Moreover, the notion that the United States can send signals to friends and enemies, which are then heard and accurately interpreted in the manner that U.S. officials want, is highly dubious.

More at the link. “…a powerful signal to the citizens of this country,” says King John the XXXXIV-I. The signal: You Don’t Matter, Only the Powerful and the Multinationals Matter, So Get on the Nutzi Train, and Sieg Heil, Baby.

Zero Dark Thirty, American Sniper, The Interview: Hollywood is on board. Get with it!

Okay, gripe warmup out of the way, time to move on to more about how the intelligence agencies and subcontractors of the United States government try to create lone wolf shooters.

What Obama did to me:

Drugged with a substance or substances unknown MKULTRA style. Effects: euphoria, impulsiveness, susceptibility to being conned, adrenaline rush resulting in sleep deprivation to further allow breaking down of resistance and personality in order to manipulate into doing things one would not normally do.

Harassed COINTELPRO-style, including the attempted frame-up of the DHS border guard’s family for the Conway fire.

Death of my dog, my grandmother, and the probably attempted frameup over the death of Michael Karbon.

“Brainwashing” regarding my only perceived ally through the hell these people put me through, who was likely a spook/drug expert consultant in disguise. This, coupled with finding out that Watts had a grad student passenger who was handcuffed to a railing for six hours while simultaneously discovering that someone from my past had just done a Matthew Shepherd play…

20091012 The Laramie Project

In my drugged state, it seemed possible if not probable that the grad student and my mysterious visitor, ‘Janus,’ were one and the same. I wasn’t sure, tried not to assume it was, but sometimes you feel trapped into making decisions and when I had to, I leaned that way.

Of course it turned out that the grad student was not my visitor, I met the grad student at the Squidgate trial, and so the mystery remained open until more recently, probably. The arranging of the acquaintance in the play, another instance of trying to play me off against someone not actually involved.

But got that? Not only damsel in distress psyop with the Conway fire, but Dudesel in distress by the same people who beat, pepper-sprayed, etc. Peter Watts.

These items are discussed elsewhere on this blog in more detail and some in Wicked Game.

Now Moving on to Chicago…

Right. 2010 was working for OFA, the Democrats, sometimes the DFL, in order to hopefully get out from under the harassment. Not only didn’t work out that way, they kept me in Minneapolis just long enough to ensure that my longterm relationship had no chance of recovering ever. I found out my ex got married on the way out of Minneapolis on Facebook.

There is no national security reason for any of this. Obama is just a sadistic psychopath. He enjoys blowing little brown children apart with drones. He enjoys torture, too, which is still happening despite the bullshit you heard from him and Panetta, as are extraordinary renditions. In reality, it’s about making more terrorists out of people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time over in the Penny Lane section of GITMO.

And that’s the idea with me. Drug me, harass me, torture me, lead me to think that absolutely no one cares anyway–unfortunately not far from the truth in a country who is constantly lurching thanks to Obama’s CIA and DoD disinformation campaigns and false-flag attacks, and the incessant theft of wages, retirement funds, homes, futures, so that those who already have more than they could ever spend can just scoop it all up, like the end round of Monopoly.

As is typical with the kinds of cretins who are in charge, by 2012, I was working one day a week at a plant owned by the Koch brothers without ever intending to. As if these: psychotic half-breed freak trying to prove to the white side of his family that he, too, can be a wartime president like cousins W and HW, except be bloodier, more ruthless AND two billionaires who make their living spooking people into making decisions not in their own best interests in order to scoop up more money than God, are our only two possible choices.

Shit or shite? Which you want? Warmed over shit, or shit-in-a-blanket? Death by shit, or drown in shit? Which do you want?

This, and the still unable-to-shake-it wondering about ‘Janus,’ though strongly suspecting by then he was another covertard, I was miserable.

Then one day a friend of a friend, for reasons I don’t really understand, decided to show me a story on Facebook about Jeremy Hammond. This lead to more research and discovering that his brother had just gotten out of jail, etc. Here was a chance to help someone else, someone else screwed over by Obama’s thugs, and the possibility of finding out maybe something about what had happened to me. Someone who might at least understand what being harassed by the feds feels like, knows that it happens, and so at least would have something in common to discuss on those grounds.

{And, well, you wouldn’t believe what else they did to ensure that I went. So I won’t.}

Beyond that, well… I think I covered that here.

And so now what?

Now, we have 41 months of a situation where the feds will control, through the state of Illinois, the fate of a person they first made me fond of.

See the pattern here? Matthew Shepherd with not-Janus, then this.

I truly do not know what the hell Harry Reid thought would make Obama better than Hillary. He is a better liar, I suppose, so there’s that. But some portion of this crap, of the bad things that have happened not only to me but also on the national scene, were the result of Bill Clinton’s revenge on Obama for beating Hillary in the primaries.

This is why none of these people should be anywhere near the reins of power. They are, like your typical CIA field officer, that peculiar mix of absolutely appearing normal, sincere, and sane on the outside, and raving, homicidal, lying, sadistic psychopaths on the inside. They don’t belong in the White House–none of them–they belong in asylums.

And so that’s it. Try to heap the guilt of, hold the threat of, whatever may befall Jason Hammond in prison over my head. What are my wonderful options?

-Write this post and be accused of scaring people vs. don’t write this post and take the chance he won’t be prepared to deal with whatever comes his way;

-Become violent or otherwise break the law so that Obama’s thugs can come arrest me–at last–and cover-up the longstanding insider trading surveillance game played by CIA and NSA and their subcontractors like Booz Allen Hamilton who can access any bank CEOs email and phone calls at any time for personal gain and to pass on to oversight so that oversight will do things like demand all copies of the torture report be returned to the CIA. Yes.

-The sidebar portion of the insider-trading surveillance system is the technology, means and methods, of keeping someone like me in place without me even realizing that I was in place. Apply that to reporters, entertainers, judges, legislators, etc. and I think it becomes clear why they want me dead, locked up, or under their thumb so badly as to murder other people for it. This portion, the bastard child offspring of MKULTRA and COINTELPRO, is a bigger story than mass surveillance.

-Suffer in silence without any recourse because Obama has short-circuited any and every avenue of redress including the OIGs, has purposefully shredded and gone around the Constitution, has bought off Congressional oversight, and has assured we get Jeb as President next by his other insane actions.

Really, this is not a pleasant position to be in.

But then I’ve gotten really good at making my unpleasantness someone else’s unpleasantness. Shit can roll uphill, just takes time and energy.

I did warn them.

Still More Wicked Game Updating

This time I added what happened at the 2008 Halloween party and how the host is under future blackmail should he ever decide to run for office plus a few other changes. A sad chapter title, but he definitely owns it.

Still requires some updating regarding what and how things were done. We, the outsiders, can only guess. Often there are more mundane and elegant ways to provide effects that seem like magic or high-tech, but are actually simple and ingenious.

You’re stuck with me, alas, because people in this part of the shadow sector don’t blow the whistle. Tels sont les psychopathes.

https://wickedgamebook.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/wicked-game-chapter-24/

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