Covert Hellscape Exposed

For people who are new here, you’ll find much of my bio drafted over here. Short version is some people tried to harass me into doing violence against others or myself. Why is a bit more complicated, that’s why I wrote most of a book about it. Suffice it to say as far as I know there is no other person making such a claim that explains it in such a way as to leave out torture chambers, Satanism, UFOs, and other MONARCH style stuff you may have heard about elsewhere.

Think of this as the behind-the-scenes audio commentary on a DVD or Blue-Ray. You can read the original here, if you like first. The entire thing is quoted below with explanations intermingled.

(Note: though this is largely fiction, it illustrates how the combination of being drugged with something with effects similar to mefloquine in combination with some other things, social engineering that destroys the semblance of one’s life, and synthetic telepathy can be used in combination as I’ve said they are. Therefore I’m posting it here. Also, apologies for borrowing some of the style–and likely mangling it. Grab inspiration where I can. It’s what we mimics do best).

As it turned out, mefloquine aka Lariam, used by the Navy and CIA at GITMO on detainees at five times the normal dosage, may not be the best candidate for whatever drugs are used to create those mass shooters. * Also, I probably should have used the less-off-putting voice-to-skull over “synthetic telepathy” which most people would find silly sounding.

END OF THE ROPE

I frequently, in 2011 and 2012 or so, said to myself, “If they ever do whatever that inflict-pain-at-range thing they do is for an extended period of time, I will definitely kill myself.” The typical duration in Minneapolis had been about 35-45 minutes.

{And it is very uncomfortable. Think of Myron May and Aaron Alexis.}

However, on 15 August 2012, they did just that. 24 hours straight. That is why I wrote this Wicked Game chapter the way that I did, or at least one of the reasons. And though I might think it needs re-writing, I’ve left it as a reminder of that horrible day, one of the worst days of my life.

Hence the title of the piece being quoted here. You’ll note that I wrote it two weeks later.

“Most times you can’t hear ’em talk. Other times you can.”
Bob Seger

Imagine you are broken.

It wasn’t always so. Not long ago you were on top of things. You were making advances. You had something to contribute. Your were on your way to making a name for yourself. You were somebody.

You can’t quite recall when it all changed. When you woke up somewhere else. When you woke up one morning and found yourself in Hell.

Though I have not researched it thoroughly by any means, one paper I did find suggests that roughly 10% of the human population is resistant to hypnosis. Especially important to note, because subliminal suggestion and PSYOP designed to alter behavior work quite similarly, is why the author believed this to be the case. These 10%, he wrote, have a short attention span and tend to hold very strong beliefs. In other words, the hypnotists tried to change their minds and failed.

But what if, instead of trying the change their opinions, they instead tried to exploit them, expand them…make them more firmly held to the point the person is radicalized? I submit that this could and probably does work. They are more inclined to listen to beliefs that they already hold. It is merely necessary to alert them to the idea that others disagree and fill their heads with nightmare scenarios as to why those other people are both wrong and dangerous to society.

In other words, this stuff can work on almost anyone. You can figure out which categories a person falls into and how to work them based on what we already know to be true: NSA and other agencies collect every phone call, text, email, web search and multiple other electronic transactions and signals and private companies like Booz Allen Hamilton have access to it. In fact, Snowden made it quite clear, he could access anyone’s data from his desk in Hawaii at BAH.

In the quote above we set the norm and suggest there’s been a change. Let’s try to figure out how this occurred.

You vaguely recall starting to stare at phone numbers. License plates. Graffiti. Somewhere along the line, those things came to hold more meaning than the now nearly incomprehensible texts you have pored over for years.

You bounce between laughing hysterically at what Jung referred to as synchronicity, strange coincidences that now pervade your entire life… Sometimes it’s as if the people on TV are talking directly to you.

The subject suddenly loses interest in things that were once important and finds himself staring at numbers, pictures and letters, seeking meaning in that which the brain is saying is important but in all likelihood is not. This is a very common thing to occur in so-called Targeted Individuals in ‘organized stalking.’ I saw a NJSF intern fill notebook after notebook with graffiti, license plate numbers and other similar things in 1989 and 1990. I wound up doing similar things, but frequently stopped myself accepting there was significance due to having observed her doing it two decades previous.

There was even a moment, in December 2009 or January 2010, where I picked up a book of poetry from the 1930s. I read it and saw that it seemed and felt as if some of those poems held some special significance for me, as if the writer had me in mind. Since I knew that was impossible, I simply laughed and put it down. What else can you do when you have a sprained brain? More on the neuroscience behind this feeling below.

Even though you are an expert in your field, even though you should know better, it just feels right, and you know you can’t fight feelings, not forever. So you indulge them.

Holmes was a neuroscientist with a MS working on his PhD.

Random strangers involved themselves in whatever you are doing.

Sometimes these are covert operatives and sometimes they are not. Sometimes there’s even a mix, where a covert operative or two manages to corral a civilian or two in order to A} provide additional confusion and cover, and B} to arrange a later chance meeting between the target and the civilians in the hopes of a violent and crazed accusation resulting in the target’s arrest and being discredited as paranoid schizophrenic.

I had three such interactions with such groups, once in Manhattan and twice in Minneapolis. I was too cautious to cause a stir when, only in the second instance, did I see one of the group again. The third time was an invitation to a gay hookup place which was also known for being dark and dangerous. In this third case I did send an email, I think, to one of my reps, probably Klobuchar stating something about private contractors looking to off me. Of course the real reason for sending it the hope that they would see it, if they were indeed doing that, and back off. I have very, very low expectations of our elected leaders.

You can’t hear yourself think sometimes, while something deep down in the recesses of your mind keeps telling you, if they’d just shut up for ten minutes, you could catch your breath. You could solve this problem. You could figure out why your life was turned upside down and you could start to correct it.

…to thoughts of death and destruction.

And the noise! The noise coming from the upstairs apartment is preventing you from sleeping, from coming up with those bursts of inspiration you did in undergrad, while getting your masters.

Shock and awe. The people upstairs {Anthony and roommate} at my condo in Brooklyn, at the hotel in Port Huron a few nights before the Squidgate trial, and at my first apartment in Minneapolis frequently seemed to be making noise on purpose to bother me. This came full circle when the guy living in the basement came to my apartment accusing me of doing the same to him. The use of voice-to-skull, silent sound, or hypersonic sound being used to make it seem as though there is more noise than there actually is a real harassment possibility. This is why the latter made it into the Mind-Affecting Technology tab; it doesn’t affect it directly but used to harass, it moves in the direction of sleep deprivation and torture.

Additionally, they can easily start slipping ideas in there for violence. And then there’s the usage the Army FOIA reveals: You can actually make a person angry using microwave non-lethal weapons. See also GITMO detainees Shaker Aamer and ousted Honduran President Manuel Zelaya as two probable targets of NLWs. I was also told that VA whistleblower Kernan Manion, who was fired for explaining the problem and bad response of military officers to suicidal vets, has been targeted with these or similar.

People you once depended on, though you didn’t realize how much until they stopped talking to you, stopped calling, emailing, texting, stopped inviting you to lunch, the movies, parties, sporting events…they provided some refuge…some semblance of normalcy.

This is where it gets a little sketchy. While, yes, a portion of this wedge-driving is due to the target’s altered behavior, they also target the target’s friends, family and co-workers, no question about it. Everything from guiding conversations and web searches resulting in possibly/possibly not accurate articles about mental health {but not necessarily accurate where the target’s case is concerned — see items 1 and 5 in particular} to somehow masking pheromones.

Backing up a moment. While, yes, human beings rely primarily on vision and the even better Technicolor show that the brain turns our more-limited-than-we-think vision into, there is still an olfactory element to the human psyche that may be even more linked to the unconscious than sight and sound. A smell can bring back a memory.

And PopSci once did a great episode that demonstrated that most people actually wind up making dates with people based on their different pheromones. That is, this is at first how we avoid inbreeding: By smelling unconsciously other people’s pheromones to ensure that they are different from our own. Later, when an intimate relationship matures, we come to recognize each other by scent.

Alter that scent, and you may as well be dead as far as your close friends and partner are concerned. CIA looked into ‘aromatic amines’ at the University of Illinois. It’s no big stretch to think they’ve done more with that, made note of others’ research for the dirty tricks department.

More on destroying relationships below.

But when you were trying to talk reason to them, explain that despite whatever is happening to you, you are still you, that you still care about them, they don’t seem to hear what you’re saying.

That is exactly how it often felt for me. One particular conversation resulted in me saying, “Will you listen to what I’m saying instead of what you want to hear?”

One phone call is especially frustrating because of some fat cow walking by when your are on your cell in the park, slurping a fast-food shake and mocking what you say. You have your first murderous thought.

Which resulted in me cursing at her.

You accept that your friends have abandoned you. You try not to hate them.

At least when you realize this was a covert operation perhaps planned under Bush but executed under Obama. These things do not happen, not on this scale, without approval of some kind, however obscured, from the POTUS’ national security board or whatever they call it this week.

It’s especially difficult when you recall all of the times you were there for them.

Fact: I supported my partner when he was laid off. Twice.

Fact: I once told him that if I hadn’t left Tennessee and gone to NYC I’d have become an alcoholic or blown my head off with a shotgun.

Fact: That’s where I am now as a write this.

Fact: I have not blown my head off.

Fact: He threw me out and tried to get me to go there anyway.

Fact: He got married on 11/11/11, after I helped the OFA and DFL with the midterm elections in 2010, after telling me that he would not be doing so until March of 2012. I discovered this on Facebook while leaving Minneapolis and driving to my parents’ house.

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Fact: When we were still in Brooklyn, we both witnessed a man laughing like the Joker. He wrote it off as him being cold. I knew it was a PSYOP because of context and I had a better view of the whole thing. WEDGE-DRIVING.

Fact: Barack Obama is a phony asshole who will let you down every time. **

Also fact: Despite how that looks, my ex is a good person. He worked at Google. They had full access to his head and biochemistry day in and day out. By the way, he had a female friend in grad school who similarly seemed to go crazy. He was not looking forward to going through that again.

You recall when they were there for you and wonder what flipped them from “true” to “fair weather” over night.

Of course. This is a waking nightmare. This can’t be reality. Life isn’t like this. This is not how the world works. Ask anyone. You are a pariah here.

You have your first disappointing review of your work. You wonder what went wrong. It seemed to make sense at the time, but your mentor, supportive, nurturing, encouraging in the past, is suddenly cold. He looks at you as if you are an insect or a frog laid open and pinned to a wax surface.

This must be Hell.

Your ex lies to you repeatedly. You try to connect, try to at least maintain a friendly closing, avoid burning the bridge. Maybe one day things will go back to normal. But her every subtext, her every nonverbal action, just screams, “I hate you. I wish you were dead.” You wonder how that is possible. The thought occurs to you, this could be some government program, some cryptic conspiracy designed to…what? Destroy you? For what purpose? You aren’t that important, that voice inside your head says. You aren’t yet somebody…like your dad. Impossible, no motive.

It becomes easier to believe, those who don’t realize things as simple as CIA’s budget being one-and-one-half times the collect-it-all-globally NSA’s, that it just cannot be a government or quasi-government conspiracy. We are programmed to think paranoid people are wrong, not that there might actually be a valid reason to be paranoid or that their delusions might be related to actual harassment such as was seen under COINTELPRO.

And you recall the legal definition of torture…requires being in custody. What happens when everywhere is your prison? Requires permanent damage. What happens if the damage is temporary but unbearable in the present? Requires intent. What if those doing it don’t know why they are doing it? It’s crazy.

Lawyers are always involved. The question of how best to follow the law doesn’t come up with these people, it’s how best to get around it. Those three points: 1} Detained. Not technically in a cell, the back of a police van when harassed, zapped, drugged, ruined, so legally isn’t torture. 2} Permanent damage. Possibly not permanent damage. Even Holmes may recover eventually. So? You people drove him to kill others even if it was only temporary insanity. But not technically torture because might not be permanent. 3} Must be intentional. Someone surely knows. But if you receive one paper cut from 10,000 different covertards and bleed to death, did they intend to murder you?

No, this must be Hell.

Easier to believe. Simpler.

You wake up one morning and put your hand to your head. Your hair feels odd…different. You go look in the mirror and your skin is pale. Your hair is standing straight up. The pallor of your skin makes your lips seem red…like a clown’s. You laugh.

In my case it was actually my hair falling out or breaking off in clumps, which I suppose was supposed to be a zombie thing. This occurred just a few days before the Squidgate trial sentencing hearing. Later, they went with dosing me with testosterone or similar to simulate becoming a werewolf and to increase aggression. I can conceive of using the dirty tricks book to do similar with the Joker.

You give the library one last go. Somehow, you are going to turn that one thing around. You are going to get that PhD. You are going to make your dad proud. He always had faith in you.

No, he didn’t.

That voice again from somewhere in the back intruding on the front.

He only cared about how you reflected on him.

You start to argue with what you think is part of yourself. It’s then that you see him. Some man who reminds you of your dad. He’s right there in the library. You are relieved that at least he isn’t looking your way. He can’t see you in this state.

Keep in mind that this is a very, very short list of PSYOP and methods. There are dozens, perhaps hundreds, of other little things being done. We are just looking at the signposts, the milestones here.

Probably, the above quote is done using V2K or similar. But the target is so off-balance at this point, it would be very difficult to tell where the mass-shooter-making team ends and someone like Holmes begins.

Prime example I’ve mentioned many times before. While walking to sell some DVDs in order to eat, I passed a shooting range and the thought “Wouldn’t it be fun to learn to shoot?” popped into my head. I declined, but can see why some others might head down that path.

It reminds you of other things, it’s not you that’s the problem. It’s other people. You surpassed your mentor. It was jealousy that you saw, not disappointment. He couldn’t understand what your wrote and he was jealous of your ability.

That’s what is wrong! Thats what’s wrong with everyone. They are just too dumb, too ignorant. For chrissakes, the ancient Egyptians studied nerves and humanity still doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand what it is. What do you have to do to break through the morass?

Teach them a lesson.

The target is at the breaking point now. Only a little more will push them over the edge.

This brings up doppelgangers. The main first use for them was to make foreign intelligence services think that a particular person {usually either the CIA officer posing as a diplomat or the potential CIA agent who is betraying their country for the CIA} is in a place other than they are. There were even mannequins and an inflatable “person” to sit in the back seat of a car when followed by the foreign equivalent of FBI.

But then there are also uses in PSYOP. I saw a lot of them. In most cases, I think the point was to confuse and cause me to discredit myself. Sometimes I don’t think I even understood who the doppelganger was supposed to look like, but it was a machinegun of harassment; some “bullets” missed.

“Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

You hear the voice and then the recording with Michael Caine’s voice.

See again the poetry book anecdote above. But it sure feels like it was meant for you.

Suddenly, a young, beautiful undergrad is standing near you. Unlike the man who looked like your dad, she is not frowning at you. She is smiling. It is the first person who smiled at you with any genuine in weeks at least. The front of her t-shirt has Heath Ledger’s made up face on it. She sort of winks, you think, and turns. The words on her back sink into your brain and the letters burn themselves into your eyelids:

WHY SO SERIOUS?

This bitch almost certainly works for the government. What the hell is she thinking? What did they tell her?

Synchronicity.

Though it is an interesting topic, let us recall that Jung had been experimenting with several different drugs at the time he started, for lack of a better phrase, being able to see behind the meme curtain. Most likely, this has to do with how memories are formed. When something is perceived as important, eg it appears to enhance survival/fitness, a surge of adrenalin and other neurochems is released making sure that the brain stores the information. What happens, then, when that surge is going on non-stop due to having been drugged, zapped in the head with microwave NLWs to the same effect, or having problems with gut bacteria due to trauma and isolation? Everything seems to be of the utmost importance. This may also explain the so-called Truman Show Syndrome.

You suddenly know what to do. You’ll be famous. You’ll teach the world a lesson. You’ll share the pain, direct it back outwards. You’ll teach Hell and its inhabitants what happens when they hurt a real man. All of that with one act. You are a genius.

By this time, the rage is so strong it is no longer an emotion but rather an ethos. Judgment is gone and so the target is set on the course others set for him or her. All that remains to do is providing talking heads, talking points, and planting statements in the press promoting “lone wolf” shooter narratives.

A bunch of innocent people die because, for example, banksters are robbing the whole planet. What a surprise. The people who did this now move on to the next target.

Further reading: CIA Radicalization tab.

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* That is, those who are not motivated by crimes of passion that were not the product of intelligence community covert operations or the rampant financial duress many people experience in this cheap labor / long hours {which we euphemistically refer to as ‘productivity’} loving country. As far as I can tell, manufactured violence cases are a small percentage of the whole. However, that government and industry would do this at all under any circumstances at all is deeply disturbing.

** Okay, maybe that’s opinion, but I have some data to back that up.

******

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BBD – Batcrap Crazy

This, I hope, will to a degree illustrate what I mean in the Introduction to my new book, Wicked Game. When I said it’s possible to be an asset and not know it at the time, this is the example.

I’d been saving this one. It’s now around three years old.

As noted previously, I decided to give helping OFA (that was Organizing for America during the 2010 midterm elections, formerly Obama for America during the 2008 Presidential elections) a shot.

As you can see here, I wound up being Minnesota media director for OFA, which basically meant I was photographer during events. This photo was taken in October when Obama, Franken, and Klobuchar were stumping for Dayton for governor.

— WE INTERRUPT THIS POST TO TAKE THE SQUIDGATE JUROR’S SON’S GIRLFRIEND TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM FOR WHAT APPEARS TO BE FOOD POISONING VIA A LOCAL BRANCH OF A CHAIN SANDWICH STORE THOUGH SHE SEEMS TO BE THE ONLY ONE AFFECTED —

Okay, back. The photo.

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(Earlier deleted by accident while making some edits. Taken without a zoom.)

Mind you, my “reward” for helping the Democrats was not an end to the harassment and torture and the promise of some kind of life, but rather some months with Heath until, as I stated on this blog previously, I had to call the police due to death threats on the evening before I left Minneapolis and during the trip found that my ex partner of 14+ years, friend for 25 years, had gotten married by looking at Facebook.

This is why I say that the Democrats are just us full of crap as the Republicans are when it comes to actually caring about Americans. It’s just a game to them and we are the pieces.

Back to the point.

I had volunteered to help. I was also looking for work and had assumed that networking with other democrats would lead to something. There were no calls. Emails were left unanswered.

Thinking that it was just a matter of time (though still becoming increasingly frustrated) I still showed up at events.

One event came on the heels of a spider bite to the left lower eyelid. Mere days before the Gay Pride Festival.

By that day I had to wear sunglasses because at least my lower eye seemed to resemble Jonah Hex’s face. I had no idea if it was permanent at the time either and had to psychologically adjust to the idea of a permanent, slight disfigurement. As I stated somewhere down below along with the photos, they always seemed to wash out the purple, so documenting it’s true disturbing appearance didn’t entirely pan out.

I went and worked the OFA/DFL booth. Towards the end, I got word that there was a PAC forming to unseat Michelle Bachmann.

I decided to go to the meeting. It was to take place at a restaurant near the park where the festival took place.

There, I met the local strategist. He was by some referred to as the Karl Rove of the Minnesota DFL.

Also, at least seemingly quite coincidentally, Lizz Winstead, co-creator and former producer of The Daily Show and Minnesota native, was seated nearby. I managed to make her laugh once. Not hard enough to get me a writing gig, but then I wasn’t really thinking about that at the time.

At any rate, the plan as it was laid out to me was that all that was required was a little money to show (correctly in my estimation) that Bachmann was not really a small government libertarian but actually a big spender. The race being close enough would swing things to her challenger. Her district has many libertarians in it.

“How do you keep this secret?” I asked.

“You don’t,” the DFL strategist replied.

So, broke, homelessness looming, Gay Pride fun ruined by an apparent arachnid bite (that might have been permanent), I suddenly got angry.

I called both of Bachmann’s offices and told them about the PAC (called RATPAC, as I recall).

Then, not ten minutes later I am suddenly barraged by images of people scrambling in Bachmann’s offices. Mass hysteria.

I start laughing.

The point: Bachmann’s seat was safe. She raised more money than any Congressional race in history, more than many Senatorial races. That money was wasted and not spent in other closer races.

I got work and other calls started almost immediately. The eye healed, the bumpy skin just peeled away one day.

Now, extrapolate that to anyone you want. Al Qaeda. Bradley Manning and Edward Snowden. Dzhokar Tsarnaev, Jared Lee Loughner, and James Eagan Holmes. The Tea Party. The Militia. The KKK.

Voice-to-skull, acoustic psycho-correction, and other means of manipulating emotions and thoughts including black ops like what caused the temporary necrosis of skin under my left eye, wrecked my relationships, prevents me from acquiring gainful employment. This applies to all sorts of people.

Maybe Bachmann herself:

ThinkProgress – Phony Muslim Brotherhood Connection Propagated by FOX

See how the game is played? See how these two titans thrash about smashing innocent people in their wake? See why I don’t give a flying f*** which comes out on top? See the country being destroyed by this nonsense?

See why I have no choice?

In a way, Bachmann has a point. But it’s not that the Muslim Brotherhood is taking over the US government. It’s that NATO, GLADIO, likely runs the Muslim Brotherhood.

Finally, I’d be remiss by not mentioning that “Weiner’s weiner” is about neutralizing a politician who wanted us out of Iraq. Same sort of mind games as above directed and used in a different way.

Hillary might have been wrong about the “rightwing” part, but it is clearly a conspiracy, largely mercenary in nature but also fascistic (which despite neocon attempts to distort history is rightwing. That nazis might have formerly been radically left first is also true about the neocons. “Liberals mugged by reality,” William Kristol’s father said).

A Political Tale

(Or is that “Apolitical”?)

It was Summer of 2010 in Minneapolis. The midterm election was looming. I worked for OFA at various DFL events. One such event was Gay Pride weekend.

Of course, there was something of a downer mere days before. I had, it seems, been bitten on the lower left eyelid by an insect. The eyelid turned purple and then the skin began to necrotize. I had no idea if it was permanent disfigurement and assumed it probably was. As I said (this is documented elsewhere on this blog), I took the sunglasses off to gauge the reaction of a barrista a day or two after it happened to see if I was exaggerating it’s visibility. The resulting gasp indicated I was not.

At the event, wearing sunglasses the whole time, I ran into some people forming a political action committee. This one was named RATPAC and was aimed at undermining the vote for Michelle Bachman by peeling off some tax-conscious libertarians (like most Republicans, she actually isn’t one; they love to spend, but only when the spending or not spending causes someone harm, preferably death).

I was intrigued, and so went to a meeting after my shift at the tent getting signatures for ending DADT. I also met a former Daily Show producer, Liz Winstead, there who was from the area. She wasn’t there for the meeting, but talked to us when she overheard the conversation.

And so, faced with homelessness, no paying work, continued psychological harassment, and not a single one of my leads taking me anywhere near having paying work, i suddenly got angry one day. I got very, very angry.

So i called Bachmann’s offices and told them about the PAC. Never heard back.

A few minutes after the phone call I was laughing hysterically, imagining the reaction.

It should be noted that that race raised more money that election than any congressional race in history, more than many senatorial races do even now. I think Bachmann raised around $12 million herself. The RATPAC had about $4,000, as I recall.

The point, I think, was that Bachmann’s seat was actually safe. Those contributions to “save” her actually pulled money away from other districts where the outcome might have been shakier. At least I think that was the point.

The larger point, of course, is how easy it was to manipulate me into doing that, and how the supposed party that cares about people, does not. They took advantage of what they or some other party did. Capitalized on my misery. It is–except for the realization that this is so–one of my biggest regrets having volunteered for those bloodsuckers.

But none of that matters. People don’t matter. I’ve been so isolated from the people who knew me before and driven half-mad, so who gives a flying f*** what happened to me? It’s more important that political strategists get their share of campaign contributions and that the Democrats continue to pretend to care about all of those things that the Republicans won’t “let” them fix. More important for the party leadership to let people like me know that they can and will resort to slavery because they damn well can. I wonder if the GOP treats O’Keefe that way?

I was going to wait until after Tuesday, but didn’t. Wonder why that is.

Anyway, it’s obvious, isn’t it? They beat you mercilessly psychologically, emotionally, isolate you completely from your former life, make you so crazy that you are angry enough to take it out on someone else. The crazy part is so that those people you used to know won’t believe it, nor will anyone else, such as journalists. This is undoubtedly how CIA field agents are treated as well. Fall into enemy hands and they are already so nuts that they are useless for most purposes.

And that is part of the “cold war” Romney was talking about. This is how the United States of America conducts its business, that shining beacon of democracy that that Torontonian attorney was mentioning as part of his reason for not taking my case.

This is my “choice”. Join the likes of Jon Vogel and Chris Van Vollen or continue to be subject to CIA/DOD bulls*** designed to get some assholes more contract money.

In any case, you know the truth now even if you don’t yet believe it. While I would under normal circumstances be as disturbed by the thought of outsourcing, “let them die”, double the size of Gitmo, Romney, I don’t see much of a difference when the other guys conduct themselves this way and don’t actually do what needs to be done to fix anything: clean up DC. They don’t want to because it would hurt their pocketbooks too.

Meanwhile, those people who are supposed to be the ones these people are fighting for pay the price. I of course support gay marriage but question it as a priority in a country gone security mad, engaged in endless war, spying and attacking (and likely murdering) its own citizens, engaging in kidnapping and torture, and ignoring the single largest looming potential extinction event in the history of mankind. Change has been taken out of the vocabulary because the powerful don’t want it, just more of the same because it’s not their kids paying the price. Privilege will always be able to avoid the worst of that, at least to a point.

So enjoy. “Life isn’t always fair,” they tell me. Except it wasn’t life that did this to me, it was assholes like them.

False Narratives

FALSE NARRATIVES

I had planned to link to it, but kept losing the link. There was an interview with a former high-ranking officer on The Daily Show back in 2009. He was selling his book. The point of it: controlling the narrative is the key to winning wars in the 21st century.

Whether that’s staging the toppling of the Saddam Hussein statue (brought to you by INSCOM, if memory serves), lying about the circumstances of Pat Tilman’s death (turned out to be friendly fire), that someone like Dakota Meyer or Lynnae Williams is insane (I think I’ve explained both adequately; just aren’t certain as to why Lynnae was targeted), etc. it’s all about selling lies.

I have tried diligently to tell the truth. There are always a number of obstacles to doing that. Mostly, it’s memory. Some of this stuff happened quickly, some of it during periods in which I was drugged, sometimes I may not want to include details that might get someone else harmed.

It was probably July or August of 2010. Recall again that, “He’s not coming,” was repeated often referring to that unknown person I was brainwashed over. One of those messages, one of the first, came on “Juneteenth” (a Sunday set aside for various community events every year) at the park at which I was volunteering to help the DFL and OFA. That also coincided with my ex making it clear that we were through (though we did give it a brief go a few months later, but that was just so the CIA could try again to get me to target S**** by having my ex suggest it. I told him then no, that he was a witness as well. Damn this agency, it’s does more harm than good). Got that? Two “dear john” messages within minutes of each other. And then dealing with DNC bulls***.

(I will never forgive them trying to take advantage of my misery. Not ever. That we are engaged in a war that they may yet be forced to actually do something about, may actually have to do something besides talk to help the average American is all that there is to our “alliance.” As far as I’m concerned, they are only superficially different from the inhumans on the other side of the aisle. They have the same lack of empathy, the same selfishness, just maybe a little guilt they alleviate by pretending to help and then lose time and again to the GOP).

But that was June. Okay. He is not coming after all. Why?

They tried, and actually succeeded for a short period of time, in convincing me that he had jumped to his death off of the tall apartment building in Brooklyn where I had seen someone perhaps resembling him in February. That was where I forwarded the catalog that got returned “no such person.”

The reason for the jump was because of the novella (I think I recently referred to it as a novelette; these terms actually mean something in terms of length; novella is correct). In it, a character, Aron, jumps off of a cliff.

Now, do I need to spell that out? The person (who is not real, just a joke played on me in a deli in January of 2010, on my birthday no less) I was brainwashed to be dependent on through the careful use of psychology, drugs, voice-to-skull, etc., had committed suicide because of something I wrote. I “saw” it (this one was visual, fake remote viewing instead of remote listening). It seemed real even if it wasn’t.

Now, I wouldn’t say I completely believed it. But it was an explanation as to why, this person who had seemed so keen on me helping out Peter, could not or would not come and visit me once the trial was over.

I did believe it enough that I took down the novella from the blog. Maybe it was what was going to happen, not what already had.

The funny thing? Well, all of the characters are technically me, it’s always that way with authors, even in I suppose non-fiction. Because even then you are developing a “character” from other sources, picking and choosing what to include and in which order to present them. Even when that person actually exists.

But Aron was a lot closer to being “me” (with the euphoria) than who I imagined this other person to be. Ken, on the other hand is sort of a cypher. We don’t know much about what is going on inside Ken’s head.

That was the trick: sort of do a superficial this but a personality that. Switch them around and then at the end have them “merge” as one.

I don’t recall much of the days that followed thinking, as a dog does after only a few days of its owner’s absence, that he must be dead. There was a lot of drinking. A lot of sleeping during the day. A lot of crying, probably. A lot of dark, angry thoughts. I don’t much recall.

There were many other similar things they tried. Was he an operative, maybe one who worked with Anthony and ‘Balding’? Why the f*** not? Those two certainly didn’t mind inflicting pain one iota.

The one they pushed the most often was that he was from some wealthy family…you know…illuminati or whatever. That was backed up by reminding me of the weirdness surrounding a fellow D&D player who said he was interviewed to work for one of those extremely wealthy families who pretends to be middle class. They actually exist. Pretty sure it’s been covered in the press at some point. Primary reasons given for living that way are to give their kids (who may not even know how wealthy they are) a more middle class type upbringing and to avoid potential kidnappings. I think Paul McCartney at least tried to live that way to some extent at some point for his kids. Obviously, they knew who their dad was, that they were well off financially, but that was the idea.

Anyway the acquaintance did not get the job. “Was it a background check of some sort?” was what they tried to push. Well, that and you have to try commit suicide to be considered “brave” enough to be asked to join the illuminati and also be a complete evil prick. See how their bulls*** goes? Behave evil, do evil, and you’ll be rewarded by your dreamboat and riches…

Which is similar to the guy who shot Chasen in Hollywood. He was convinced he was getting $10,000 for the job, he told a neighbor, and yet police confirmed that he was never actually told that by anyone.

There are so many more they tried to pass off as fact, I’ll have to relate them later as they come. But using items 11 and 12 from the 1955 MK/ULTRA draft memo, followed by trying to make me think that I killed that person? That’s another assassination attempt. I grant difficult to prove because these people have no oversight and are never held responsible for what they do. Also, the technology and even the psychology has yet to be commonly known (again, Frey effect was discovered in the 1930s; why has it never been in a movie, on a science channel, etc.?). And it’s my word against the monsters’.

So that was it.

One other thing they did was after I found out on Facebook that my ex got married on 11/11/11 (despite assertions that we would keep in touch and be honest with each other—I assume he did it to inflict pain. And why not? it’s easy to kick people when they’re down, just ask CIA), I “heard” what was supposed to be his new hubbies voice say, “It’s none of his business.” Saw my ex around a month after that in December, he said no such comment was ever uttered, that his husband is laid back and left all of those decisions up to my ex. I believed that, which confirmed that at least some of the V2K stuff was complete lies.

Imagine if instead I had done what they wanted: confronted the two of them in anger. It’s a pattern. One that plenty of other people failed to notice in time and are now newspaper headlines as a result.

Yes. CIA and DOD are playing a proxy war. This is how Loughner and Breivik came to be. This is how they “built” Ted Kaczynski. This is how they drove Bruce Ivins insane.

And, why not? They have no compunction at all about inflicting death either. This is how they got several planes hijacked on 9/11. Recall, Charlie Wilson’s war—presence in Afghanistan, that is opportunity. Recall, oil and gas exploration in the 1990s in Afghanistan, that is one motive. Recall, Taliban visiting Texas, that showed interest in cooperation with American business, if not actual cooperation. Recall, Clinton refusing to recognize the Taliban government due to civil rights issues surrounding their treatment of women, followed by an assassination attempt by Al Qaeda that missed.

Yep. No wonder they are fighting so hard. The whole damn house of cards is in play.