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.

Could Go Any Which Way


Yet another voice-to-skull drama masquerading as remote viewing or remote listening.

This bulls*** tactic is a favorite of theirs. Even if you reject its content, it still has gotten into your head and you have to spend time and energy actively negating it. It is like hijacking your thought process.

I haven’t even gotten to what they had hoped would happen at that convention weekend before last. It was hilarious let me tell you. That they actually believed they pulled it off is what is funny. As if I hadn’t learned already that these people are scum. And clearly cannot read minds.

So. Page one of my agreement with an attorney. I have it all in PDF. No more details than that, but I still haven’t heard back from my meeting (which is due, I assume, to the delaying in my check being cleared. Should have paid cash, I guess, but the paper trail is part of the point).

However, today I am actually having inexplicable credit card problems. Can’t access money means you can’t afford to stay but you also can’t afford to leave. Not sure what the game plan is. I assume it’s just to continually raise my stress level and hoping that their God of Money will actually grant their prayers of giving me cancer or whatever ending they would find satisfying. (Covered that on Twitter this morning. Random stranger comes up and tells me his father has pancreatic cancer. “That’s the one where you can’t digest, right?” Implying that is what’s responsible for the poisonings I experienced in Kentucky).

Yes. This is the country that many of you live in. Here’s yesterday’s microwave delivered V2K fiction:

“Go get him, Bob.”

“And do what?!?”

“Get him and bring him home.”

And so the phony narrative today is that some retired spook is arranging this credit card trouble to get me back “home.” Home, where I can’t even go out to eat without getting poisoned. Home, where it’s now legal in some places to fire someone over their sexuality. Home, where arson is legal or at least unpunishable. Home, where the only thing either of our failed political parties actually cares about for the most part is keeping the cash rolling in, despite full knowledge that this idiotic game they are playing is fixed and change is therefore impossible except for one cosmetic step forward, ten actual back. Home, where whistleblowers not only get no protection (despite it being clear under the law that they are afforded them) but get harassed and destroyed. Home, where Dick Cheney and his band of dinosaurs march ever onward toward preserving what they think of as “the American way” by killing everyone else. Land of the consumer zombie and the home of the cowards and crooks. Home, where yet more harassment of innocent people goes unpunished and uninvestigated. Over and over. Land of the s*** and shoved in it.

At least if Romney gets elected, we can get on with the Fourth Reich stuff, have all that bloodshed, etc. ending as these things always do, and these same people can (as usual, facing no consequences for their actions whatsoever) get on with planning the Fifth Reich.

That is, if the coming wars actually leave Earth a livable environment. That is anyone’s guess.

(Update: Hotelier is allowing me to stay one night on spec.)

THE BLACK BOOT DIARIES – Have Car, Will Unravel (Updated)

BLACK BOOT DIARIES – Have Car, Will Unravel

(Update: Added two links and a footnote.)

March 11, 2012. In Kentucky. Getting rental car in order to begin visiting friends and family followed by a little vacation.

Being cooped up in the country with only ludicrous propaganda TV shows about how current and former members of our intel community and special police units actually gives a flying s*** about human life helped get me out the door. That’s mostly what the old man watches and he clings to that remote like Jethro does guns.

Nothing on these shows about doing the opposite of what they do on TV due to careerism *, for example, which would more closely reflect real life. No, just the phony baloney crap that continues to require borrowing large sums of money from foreign countries and yet couldn’t (or is that wouldn’t?) even prevent one idiot from trying to blow up his plane on Christmas day 2009.

It makes him feel safer thinking that there are people out there protecting us all. The hilarious part is they are as much everything he fears. Go figure, denial and delusion often enough provide happier results than reality.

So, the first car comes around all shiny and clean for me to drive off in. There is a problem: three of the tires are bald. The one nearest the driver’s seat appears new. Good thing I did the walk around and did not judge all of them based on that one.

“We have two more cars available now. The white one and the silver one.”

“Ok. I’ll take the white one. Kinda bright to look at in the sun, though isn’t it?”

They bring me the silver one instead of the white one, perhaps because of the sun comment or just a miscommunication (if you know what I mean). All four tires on the silver car are as bald as the previous red car’s three.

Now I’m on the third one, the white one, tires are all good. (Got that? Went through three rental cars before even leaving the lot. Three rental cars should sound familiar…it’s why Watts attempted to cross on the 8th instead of the 6th or so, of December 2009 according to testimony at the trial).

Earlier, while waiting for the first car to be ready, I dined across the street from the car rental lot. That is the place I suspect of my first of four “accidental” poisonings. Most likely, it was some anti-bacterial mixed into the food. But all of that is a guess. The effects did not take hold until several hours later while I was on the road.

What did happen almost immediately was a cough started. Figured it might be some chemical used to clean the inside of the car. Maybe some pollen or some other organic in the AC vents. Assumed it was an allergic reaction to something.

But the cough didn’t stop and continues today. Once again, I am of course without healthcare. I could, I suppose go pay a doctor to tell me what it is, though my batting average on getting good diagnoses out of that profession has not been good in the past two years. (The throat malady that eventually went away on its own and the previous problem from early 2010). That also sounds like a good way to blow a bunch more money with possibly unhelpful results.

Also, I was told and noticed that the patron of the family I visited in Michigan had the same ailment, same cough. He got it a few days before my arrival. Until about a week ago, after it was obviously not allergies, I assumed it was just a tough cold. Might be what it is.

Enter the “Kook”. Since I don’t actually like referring to him as that, let’s call him Gabe. Not his name, but it’ll do.

Gabe noticed the cough. Figuring he would know the area, asked him about free clinics. Never got a coherent answer on that, suppose I should look into it. I suggested that it might be a walking pneumonia. This was several days ago.

However, the other night he accused me of “coughing all over him” (again, this a person dealing with mental issues, so I know he’s not responsible and am not criticizing him, merely illustrating how ridiculous life can be when you are being jerked around by the powerful). This was entirely untrue. I was always very considerate not to cough on anyone, let alone someone with Gabe’s problems.

He left in a huff, convinced I’m trying to kill him with whatever it is, and texted several insults including, “No wonder everyone bails on you.” I of course saw all of this (in general) coming before it happened. It’s a sort of repeat of the nonsense with Heath, though without the asaults and death threats. There would have to be what the psychos would expect to be demoralizing event.

Next morning he texted me: “I think there’s a walking pneumonia going around.” He asked how I was. No mention that I was the one who suggested that might be what it is.

Overall, he is a nice person but is also a mooch. Though I did not cough on him, I was kind of glad he decided to cut ties. I have not responded to his attempt to restart them. His excuse for accepting my generosity is that his international business is getting off of the ground now, provided that his rich and famous biological mother doesn’t keep sabotaging his life, which he he says she does because he wrote all of her hit songs and she neither wants to give him credit nor pay him.

(Contrast that with what I’ve been saying, all of it based on historical documents, precedence, news articles, and some supposition—which is all that you can do under these circumstances. That I have repeatedly accused these people of being the responsible parties and it still has not stopped is to my mind an indication of guilt. This is far from being my only venue of inquiry. They would have found the parties responsible for framing them and done something about it were that not the case. Instead they are pretending that they haven’t even noticed while continuing the harassment and lies. Guilty.)

This is how they jerk you around. This is voice-to-skull or whatever. This is our government at “work.” This is what a police / surveillance state looks like. This is what happens when you are a witness to illegal human experimentation and psychological operations. This is a precursor to totalitarianism.

The only workable solution is to admit it’s happening and take steps to nullify the effects. There is no political movement that can overcome behavioral modification. It’s like saying a paraplegic can win a marathon race. Cannot happen, humans are not adapted to ignoring changes in brain chemistry. Such immunities take many generations to evolve.

Note: the other three poisoning incidents in Kentucky and all followed dining or drinking out. The 11th, 17th and 31st of March and 4th of April. Did not really believe it was poison until the third time, mentioned that on Twitter and still got hit a fourth time.

Heck, i even intentionally ordered a simple, commin beer on the 17th just to speed up the process, it was busy. Bartender seemed to indicate that they were out of it in front, went to the back room and brought it out open. Does the fact that I drank it anyway make me seem more, or less, sane? Because my gut feel on that debate is that you cannot win either way. Complain and you sound like a paranoiac. Drink it, and you look suicidal. lose-lose equation.

Anyway, was the barkeep an operative? I’d say probably not. Possibly V2Ked into either intentionally adding some anti-bacterial or accidentally adding it. The intentional could be for any number of unknown reasons, like I reminded him of someone he didn’t like. Maybe he was a racist. It was a gay bar. Maybe he does that to any patron he can.

But like the hypothetical pyromaniac who struck on December 23, 2009 in the morning in Brooklyn was directed toward the Conway’s condo building via voice-to-skull, the bartender was directed to spike my drink. And again, the effects came hours later as they were on the following two occasions, so confronting him about it would have had to come the next time he was there.

Not my first inclination to assume things like this. Requires analysis, data points (I had four; not a stomach virus due to the time intervals and always after restaurant or bar visits; also unlike any stomach flu I ever had) and then a SWAG or WAG based on whatever info is available. Even I apparently am in denial about the harassment continuing to the extent that it does, and I was there each and every time it happened to me previously. Additionally, having to stay awake and sit up at three or four in the morning to avoid choking on your own vomit is another way to cause sleep deprivation.

Because probiotics seemed to deal with the problem after about a week, week and a half of taking them (apart from what I suspect is some liver damage), whatever it was seemed to have killed bacteria. The point is to harass because outright assassination is, I suppose, not legal or easier to prove. Drive to suicide from continual harassment? That’s what these people try to do.

* They aren’t the worst of the lot, believe me. It’s just that they have something closer to scrutiny, I suspect in large part due to being also a perceived threat to the criminals in Congress and the financial sector. No, I we haven’t forgotten about you, Buzzy. And why is being fired or passed over for promotion for doing what would seem to be one’s job an issue in the first place? That’s a systemic, management, or outside influence problem, and one that clearly has still not been addressed. Probably it’s V2K.

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