BBD – GHBary Federal

{Just a little joke and nod to Barrett Brown in the title there. HBGary Federal is/was an intelligence contractor, now a subsidiary of Mantech. Say that over and over again…Mannnnteck. Rolls of the tongue, doesn’t it?}

You probably don’t recall the incident in early January 2010 {I think, or just before} where I thought I had lung cancer due to a near constant salt taste in my mouth. When it turned out that I didn’t, I chalked it up to so much salt on the streets and sidewalks there to melt ice.

Now I have another hypothesis.

GHB {gamma Hydroxybutyl acid}, when used as a daterape drug, is most often delivered in the form of a salt in drinks:

Wayback Machine of DEA’s GHB page

Victims may not be aware that they ingested a drug at all. GHB and its analogues are invisible when dissolved in water, and are odorless. They are somewhat salty tasting, but are indiscernible when dissolved in beverages such as sodas, liquor, or beer.

Not sure that that was all that I was given, but consider going from couch potato to casual runner and dropping several pounds in a month, month-and-a-half’s time, and GHB is also sometimes used as an athletic enhancement. Not to mention the loopiness.

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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.

there is a dog

there is a dog

BBD – Life Burglarizes Art, Art Replicants Life

{Author’s Note: A fluffy piece follows the fold. More of a curio than anything groundbreaking or particularly informative. It’s wander-y and ponder-y. It also kinda sorta follows up to this post over at the fiction writing blog.}

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BBD – Barf Imitates Sites

{Well not entirely, but y’know, headline pun junky.}

In June of 2009, while I was in the middle of attempting to get the first in a series of what I hoped would be a three-issue comic produced, an anti-abortion group picked up the same URL but with .org that I was using for the comic miniseries with .com. Wasn’t the first time something similar and odd occurred. In The Wisp I had a couple of Greenwich Village progressive activists using Boston Tea Party methods and memes…well before I had heard of the TP movement.

Now, the Squidgate juror has a website to sell her wares as I think I’ve noted before. Her URL, with very little tweaking, resolves to a cannabis seller’s site. Imagine the confusion among intellectually challenged nothing-to-do-but-prey-on-Americans intelligence/private prison system perveyors…or an “intelligent” computer system that can’t think for itself but makes spooks look busy so as to justify their bloated budgets and contracts.

Thought of the day: Compare and contrast the real-world ALEC, hidden from public view from the 1970s until the 2000s with the fictional, disinformational Illuminati conspiracy theory organization.

http://www.alecexposed.org/

BBD – Fate Update: They All Are Teh Suck

Update to this.

Turns out that the State of Michigan’s case against the Squidgate juror’s husband’s doctor is due in part to an angry ex-wife’s vengeance. She’s the one who spread the rumors, to the doctor’s neighbors, that he is a sexual deviant.

The other piece, he refuses to use some outsourced contractor’s Medicaid computer system due to it being so expensive. This is considered fraud apparently. It’s no surprise Snyder would go after people balking at paying monopolies that prey on small businesses.

The ex-wife has said she will destroy his business, destroy him, and then murder him. Which lines up pretty close with the kind of mentality one expects from Snyder or for that matter Obama, Bush, Clinton, and federal legislators through their thugs at FBI, CIA, etc. They encourage murder, and perform it pretty much daily.

Godzilla government. Cannibal capitalism. Zombie fascism/corporatism. Kommissars in the Service of Satan. At all levels of government, from all parties.

BBD – Deep State, The Hands of Fate

Recalling older posts regarding the husband of the Squidgate juror having been a whistleblower for labor and later for airport falsification of safety reports…

The doctor who gave him approval for his commercial driver’s license, which became the point of contention for ousting him over Obamacare, was arrested for a laundry list of things including rape and handing out drug prescriptions under murky circumstances. There aren’t any news articles I can find yet. This doctor and this doctor alone was announced as the target of the Michigan AG on the news. Yet one cannot help but think that there would be a lot more engaging in this kind of thing…

Juxtaposed with this, his former boss at the airport, who wrote some of the incriminating emails, had a wealthy relative die and leave her a fortune, which allowed her to move. I’m not clear if she was able to retire early, but it sounds as if it were enough money to do so.

So you see, “God” loves criminals and injustice. This is why, for example, FBI said “good things happen” when they stopped focusing on criminals and instead squash people exercising their Constitutional rights.

Whether or not this is widespread as it might seem to someone sitting where I am, with my point of view, is a valid question. That it is anything other than the effect of having no cops and the unholy alliance between radical religious nuts in CIA and DoD and Wall Street and their multinational banks who launder drug money and fund terrorism, is not.

Welcome to the inevitable effects of Seven Mountains type of thinking and the death of the American spirit.

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.