BBD – What a Tedious Little Agency

So, let’s end this one quickly. It’s another pretty, poetic thing. I’m starting to think CiA’s entire planning division consists of Millenials googling ideas all day based on what targets tweet and post. It is tedious.

Here’s the pretty part. The reason whatshisagency hasn’t shown up is due to his personal history. He lost everyone dear to him {this isn’t sounding contrived at all, is it? Yes, that’s sarcasm–from Batman to Bond, it’s the trope of tropes} and it is actually the fact that he does indeed love me deeply {or more believably, in those moments when he realizes that is so} knows we cannot be together or I, too, will die.

Now as I’ve said before, this was part of what made me concerned for him from the outset. And I didn’t even realize I loved him at that point. Thought maybe a crush at best that I had no intention of ever telling anyone about. But realizing that he may not have known about the harassment and thinking it best to protect an innocent bystander from that, I initially ignored it until I couldn’t any longer.

So, by throwing out the reversal, they think I can at least identify with excuse number 5,953. That’s all it is, even if it’s partly true: An excuse.

I don’t care because I think it likely we’d survive meeting again…got this far…I mean, c’mon. They make a pretty lie that means that they don’t have to change a damn thing. Don’t have to do a damn thing except continue the same old shit.

It’s total, or at least partial, bullshit. Why? Because he could just as easily come and explain all that in person. Easily.

Don’t know his history. Real-world ‘Brian’ from Infectis, it’s true, lost his wife and kid to a drunk driver. Sounds like a trope, a contrivance, doesn’t it? But it is true. Destroyed his life. One supposes there’s a reason Fleming started with Casino Royale and Vesper Lynd. It’s the broken who make the best blunt instruments.

So while there’s some possible truth to it, that’s not the whole story. Surely, in order for other people who were lost to him to have been important, he had to have had some time with them. That is, they didn’t die the second he met them, right?

And, again, at any moment any of us could lose someone important to us. The response to that should be to love them more, not to “hide your love away.”

(I mean, dude…made it this far. Have some faith.)

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BBD – Simulation of Assassination

Additionally, there was a point where said actor from previous post–who is a good guy–and I were not getting along. Yet another actor had a squirt gun shaped like a small machine gun. I tried to shoot him with it and several other actors grabbed me, you know, like Secret Service.

Over water.

They were playing a lot of games back then and there. The frustration at the time of being unable to scratch that itch was something. Probably something to tug on again years later.

The Proper Path

“…don’t be alarmed. That indicates only that you are still sane.”

That is if you’ve been following the Twitter and it doesn’t entirely make sense. Not supposed to. Or at least perhaps only to a select few, and I don’t have their email addresses.

“We’re not out of the woods yet.” —Everyone

There are several things I’d rather be doing right now. However, duty calls.

Let me begin by addressing some YouTube video where the following appears to occur. Note, I haven’t watched it, merely had this described to me in five minutes of my life I shall probably never be able to retrieve. It goes, I’m told, like this:

A} In a public park, a stranger, who is in on the ploy, asks a person who apparently is not in on the ploy if they can borrow their cellphone to make a call. Person allows it.

B} Now the “ployers” have the patsy’s phone number. The phone rings. Person answers. They are told not to talk but to get up and go to another place in the park.

Note: This is where I, as I’m sure many others, would have told them to go f*** themselves. Not so the six or so people in the video.

C} Person arrives to find a tablet with a video on it. Video contains kidnappers and a little girl. Video kidnappers state that there is $100,000 elsewhere in the park, tells them where, and they have a choice: Take the money and the girl dies; leave the money and the girl lives.

The video shows five out of six took the money, which was fake and they are stopped by the self-righteous “ployers” who shame them into giving it back so that they can put other people through the same trauma.

There are several ways to run with this. Assuming for a moment that you believe for an instant that there are kidnappers who do this, and then actually kill a little girl {this is the general plot to The Button, by the way, except—SPOILERS—the ployers are spies and space aliens}, if you’re that dumb, let’s take it to the next step.

First, the one person who refuses the money is African American and homeless. This almost makes me want to like the idea despite my many other misgivings.

But let’s also put three other things in mind. First, the 0.1% have made certain that we live in a society where money is really important—because they have most of it—and at the same time ensured that the rest of us have less of it than we used to, or at least less spending power even if the technical numbers are otherwise higher. Second, some people are programmed to be tribal: That is, “not my kid, my kids can now go to college” is not entirely unaltruistic. Third, this is also oddly similar to the Joker’s {played by Heath Ledger} ploy with the two ferries in that Batman movie.

And I could go on about editing. We saw how James O’Keefe III {speaking of JOK3rs} made it appear as if ACORN was condoning child prostitution, while the original told an entirely different story.

It’s all over the place but the bottom line, the “moral” of the story would seem to be that being poor makes you a better person. See again from above: “First, the 0.1% have made certain that we live in a society where money is really important—because they have most of it—and at the same time ensured that the rest of us have less of it than we used to, or at least less spending power even if the technically numbers are otherwise higher.”

Start: Aside to an asshole

Yes. I can still see you, Mr. Dinosaur, Mr. 0.001%, Mr. DeepState. You’re not quite everywhere, but prolific enough to be scary. That is, if I couldn’t see you and what you’re doing. The only thing puzzling me is why you still live.

Not that I want you dead. I’m having way too much fun messing with you and therefore hope you live to a hundred. Which, if descriptions are accurate, shouldn’t be all that far off.

End: Aside to an asshole.

{Again, these two previous paragraphs are related to the Twitter stuff. Ignore it. Clearly I’m schizo. What else could it be? Certainly not walking a similar jagged line as Shakespeare’s Hamlet did, enjoying plausible deniability}.

And so the message is hidden. The Big Move: Black Man has a heart. The smaller move hidden by the Big Move: Being poor is better than being middle class. It is in a way, but the motives of the ultimate author of this ploy aren’t pure but rather selfish. He’s trying to get you to give up on the American dream so he and a few others can have it all. More like Saudi Arabia than a Marxist state, I assure you.

Moving on. I heard today about yet another potential organized stalking victim from an acquaintance who considers, or perhaps used to consider, this guy a friend. I probed for details to try to get a feel for it. Mostly, I would tend to think that the man described it actually paranoid schizophrenic and is imagining all of it. Or almost.

The problem, going back to the basics here, CiA went to a lot of trouble attempting to create fake symptoms for all kinds of maladies, including mental illness. A clear cry for help from a diseased institution aside, it becomes very, very difficult to tell the difference. In fact, as I’ve noted before, this nonsense can actually make you insane even if you weren’t insane when it started. So, chicken and egg, really.

But the acquaintance, who accepted that such things do happen sometimes, noted that he didn’t think his friend was that important. I’ve covered that typical reaction before as well. Sometimes in fact it’s because the person is a nobody that they are selected. There’s some criteria related to psychological makeup, for example, that has nothing to do with fame.

What is the end game, then, the acquaintance asked? I suggested he might have to wait to see whom his friend shoots to discover that. He suggested it would, though he didn’t actually think him capable of murder, wind up being racially motivated.

There you go. I suggested that while we all eat each other, we aren’t banding together and demanded better healthcare for all, or similar. Because it’s not money we’re running out of; it’s power and influence.

I figured it would end there, but then the acquaintance added one more thing. “They try to drag you down.” He meant people who suffer from mental illness.

I reminded him that during the 1980s the public mental health system was gutted to ensure the future of the Reagan tax cuts. Which benefit the 0.1% especially.

And then it clicked: It could be all of those motives at the same time. 3-D Chess, furrealz.

Check and mate, Mr, White.

Notice what you find in both of those stories? That’s what it is. And that’s really all that it is. Madness. And yet there’s method in’t.

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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The Bitter Sting of Tears

Or how PSYOP are actually used sometimes to influence artists.

Causally connectible

Yet nothing is invincible.

Sting was at one time self-identified as a Marxist. This was the result of having seen so much poverty on his trips around the world with Andy Summers and son and brother to CiA officers Stewart Copeland.

Similarly, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was a strong believer in science and reason. It wasn’t until after he killed off his world famous character that he started to dabble in the occult, the New Age-y stuff. While this is before CIA’s formation, let’s keep in mind that the UK government was likely even more prickly than the US is now in a lot of ways.

I’ve also written in the past about the PSYOP run on Alan Moore. You can see the post two down regarding the author of The Exorcist and why it was that book and movie really came to be.

Sting and his band mates went through some stuff between Zenyatta Mondatta and Spritis in the Material World. Sting began for some reason reading a lot Jung. As I noted on Twitter yesterday, between the weird nightmare around, suspect just after, the time the USSR early warning system went haywire and showed that the US had launched a first nuclear strike, as well as the weird prediction that something bad was going to happen to Michael Jackson some months before the Pepsi commercial accident in January 1984, I, too, became fascinated with the subjects of ESP, etc.

That came to an end when yet more PSYOP were run regarding less exotic Christian themes and I had my own divorce, as the members of The Police had between Spirits and Synchronicity.

Of course I’m still a fan of Sting. Whether he was used–he probably was–and how he was used doesn’t entirely matter. It’s just something to note. As one reviewer said about Dream of the Blue Turtles, the whole non-material stuff {“forever conditioned to believe that we can’t live, we can’t live here and be happy with less”} would be a lot easier to take from a non-millionaire.

There’s this from “They Dance Alone”:

Hey Mr. Pinochet

You’ve sown a bitter crop

It’s foreign money that supports you

One day the money’s going to stop

No wages for your torturers

No budget for your guns

Can you think of your own mother

Dancin’ with her invisible son

A good sentiment. And yet as we’ve seen ever since, even humanitarian crises are frequently leveraged for more warfare. They have games us, from every angle. We can see Democrats, who for years laughed and ridiculed Republicans for believing things demonstrably untrue now gobbling up and latching on to lies regarding chemical weapons attacks, and again a bizarre defense of Israel even when that country is performing what appears to be genocide. It’s damn strange.

Feel like I’m veering off here, but I wondered for a moment when I read that Hillary Clinton claimed her favorite book was The Bible if she hadn’t been brainhacked as well. Now, I’m fairly convinced of it, other things and complaints aside. The whole health issue looks more to me like remote torture than a naturally occurring problem as well. But how can I know for certain?

At any rate, I’m sure there are Americans who would approve of the Department of Defense, the CiA, and the FBi using subterfuge to decide what American thought and sentiment should be. But I’m also certain that if it were all opened up and exposed, that those people would be in the minority. It’s un-American. It’s, if you believe in Him, against God’s will to prevent people using the free will He gave them, such as it is.

And it is downright f***ing evil to kill and ruin people in the pursuit of what a few powerful figures think is God’s will and to try to foist that onto the rest of us. It has to stop.

WWII Style ‘Mind Control’

It’s not what you think from the title. Ian Fleming apparently did want to use Aleister Crowley to write a horoscope for Rudolph Hess, longtime friend of Adolph Hitler, but used someone else instead, even though Crowley was interested:

Hess was told that on May 10, 1941 six planets in the sign of Taurus coincided with the full moon. [ix] It was apparently all the news Hess needed for him to fly to Scotland in a Messerschmitt 110, parachute onto land owned by Scottish farmer David Maclean, [x] be captured, and spend the rest of his life until his death in 1987 either in the Tower of London, on trail at Nuremberg, or in Spandau prison. Crowley was again considered as a go-between for British intelligence and Hess. An interview between Crowley and Hess was eventually rejected, though Crowley was eager to help. [xi] Hess would tell fellow inmate Albert Speer at Spandau that the idea to fly to Britain was inspired in him by supernatural forces that presented themselves in a dream, though the crux of the mission might have rested with Hitler desperately trying to reach some kind of peaceful terms with Great Britain before he attacked his foremost enemy, Stalin’s Russia.

Source.

If it did actually play a role, and it appears it did, merely that Hitler was looking for an opportunity and Hess found one, then why did it work? It worked because British intelligence knew about Hess and his belief in the supernatural and the occult.

By today’s standards, what would that mean? Intelligence gathered from mass surveillance could be used to work on various weaknesses of entire groups of people. Links to things like horoscopes {or UFO or ghost sightings or shows that depict various subcultures as inherently violent, criminal, whatever} could be propagated via social media. People with similar interests would see it and propagate it further.

This reminds one of the GCHQ documents from the Snowden haul showing various disciplines being used online to manipulate groups. It also reminds one of the US Department of Defense’s MINERVA Initiative, which sprang out of the financial crisis of 2008, in which they controlled the kinds of news people saw on Facebook and other social sites.

And it appears more busy than ever. Russia couldn’t hope to keep up any more than Al Qaeda could hope to do worse than we have done, are doing, to ourselves.

This has been your McCoyote Public Service Message. Best of luck. We will all need it.

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.