BBD – The Missing Link? {Updated}

And it’s the wrong words that make you prick up your ears
When later alone

Several hours after making the previous post live, a possible piece of the Wicked Game puzzle just sort of popped into my head. The problem is it actually makes sense, could explain a great deal. But then…well, you’ll see. While I should not be punishing those very few times I may have been told the truth {you should see the ridiculous crap I don’t even bother posting about}, there’s just something so neat and convenient.

First, let me back up a little.

2004 and on: Plamegate online warrior in which I really did put forth some good counter-arguments to those coming out of the Cheney administration. It related to the invasion of Iraq, which I have always opposed. Even when Bill Maher reversed himself once {“only Bush could imagine a Middle East so different from the one we know” or words to that effect} or when he had the King of Pentagon Stenographers on himself, Bob Woodward, dancing around how the Vice President’s office was illegally going around Congress to give the opposition money and weapons in order to reduce the number of American casualties temporarily in an election year. Always opposed it.

Then there was the Wexler impeachment event. All of this likely due to CIA engaging its unwitting asset to get back at Cheney and the Pentagon for Plamegate and backing Achmed Chalabi as Iraq’s replacement for Saddam Hussein. Would provide plausible deniability and appear as a grassroots kind of movement in which I was just one of many.

Then, let’s say, Cheney’s sycophants inside CIA alert his people to who I am. What is the response? For…

DIA or CIA in 2007-2008 to use me to remind George Clooney of his year from hell during the shooting of Syriana. Yeah, might have been either agency and one imagines DIA has the same non-prosecution agreement with DoJ that CIA has. DIA actually makes some sense, since there’s a chance the movie had CIA backing to begin with. Not sure, but the point was to remind him that he didn’t want to do another piece criticizing the War on Terror and how the US backs torture regimes. At this point, I’m on the radar. So…

{Here’s where the new piece comes in.}

Erik Prince bribes ‘Balding’ to use his capacity as a Department of Homeland Security operative to target me at some point in late 2008. The problem, he needs to hang the op internally on something. He uses the Manning leaks and DoD obliges by setting the date of the initial dealings of Private Manning back to October 2009. The problem? The party-crasher at the Halloween Party in October and the garbage was stolen in November 2008. The timeline shoots that tenuous connection right out of the water.

The purpose, as I’ve noted before, to turn me into the Lois Lang to Jeremy Scahill’s Nick Deak. The Squidgate op is initiated once they are ready to partially cloud the real issue and to hit two or three birds with one stone.

Now, who is missing from this scenario? Who comes out smelling like a rose when it’s all about “Blame the Republicans”? I’ll give you a hint, it’s a political party. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear the Democrats want to be friends again. And with an election coming up.

I have several responses to that.

Remember my drive out of Minneapolis a few days after 11/11/11? Because I sure as hell do.

The rest of what I’m thinking is far less polite.

Of course nothing will ever come of any of those things I listed above. Cheney is untouchable. So is Prince, obviously…he’s back in the States and there’s no peep about any of the many charges that lead to him fleeing for some time to the UAE.

As for Balding, I expect to see Obama giving him medal any day now. At worst, he’ll be pushed out of DHS and wind up working as a contractor perhaps with a cushier training, sales, or desk job. Rewarded, as people always are in the US, for doing horrible things.

Those Times I Kicked the CIA’s Ass

Newcomers, possibly even longtime readers, may wonder at times why I write what I write here, why have I come to some of the conclusions to which I have come, and why I fully believe that if people don’t bone up on the history of the CIA and others within the IC and the private sector that operates symbiotically with it, there is no point in attempting to alter anything that really matters.

It was my plan to make this a longer post, but instead I’ll just make a couple of quick links before diving in to what the title of this post is really about. It’s long enough.
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Wankers Who Wreck the Planet

Tell me I’m imagining it.

I don’t like doing these kinds of posts any more because I think they tend to associate me with disinfo artists like Alex Jones, might do more harm than good. However, there doesn’t seem to be anyone else even willing to discuss the possibility that MKULTRA style covert ops are being conducted on US soil without adding in unsubstantiated or meaningless bullcrap like programmed assassins and space aliens. Tag, I’m it, don’t I wish I was doing something else?

What I’m trying to do is lift the veil on how these things are sometimes done, and the accompanying disinformation. This is largely because they are becoming too frequent and serve no purpose that I can see apart from scaring the crap out of people and maybe inadvertently waking people up to some very serious problems. Stick with me through the bizarre part and hopefully it’ll make some sense at the end.

First, you may have to (re)familiarize yourself with something I’ve mentioned before. In what was just about the worst acoustic psycho-correction “session” ever, in late September of 2011, they had the idea of self-immolating in front of the Capitol pretty well jammed into my head. They finished it up with, “There will be worse days than this.” Really not wanting worse days than that, it took me ten days to talk myself out of it. Multiple reasons suddenly thrust into my brain, it seemed like a done deal just a matter of when, no time to even debate it. But over the course of the next ten days, I managed to get it out of there.

Next, you’ll have to recall James Eagan Holmes. Shot up a movie theater showing the third Batman trilogy film. The weird x-filesy part? Bane is the character who broke Batman’s spine. Meme-y, yes, but hang with me a moment. Clooney (who once played Batman) on the set of Syriana used a bat (or stick, articles conflict on that point) to kill rattlesnake that killed his dog and suffered a severe spinal/head injury.

Then, let me throw in, comic book writer (me) and the influence of the work of Alan Moore all over the damn place. Besides my love of Watchmen (and how on so many levels it speaks to power of various kinds), there’s Anonymous’ use of the Guy Fawkes mask from V for Vendetta.

Next. I noted it when it happened, but never caught the guy’s name until now. Once again, a person suffering from mental illness (as were Miriam Carey and Aaron Alexis around that same time) did something that made the news. He set himself on fire. In front of the Capitol. Family made it clear that he wasn’t political but, like the other two, suffering from mental illness. You had a dramatic suicide, mass shooting, and a woman shot by police in a short period of time. These were likely three examples of what is currently possible with the tech and methods available.

The self immolator’s name? John Constantino. Just a letter away from another Moore creation, John Constantine.

What does it mean? Possibly nothing at all. But it’s also odd to note that my ex married a guy with a name similar to a character’s in one of my stories. Why not? You don’t think these people have any respect for human beings, do you? We’re all just pieces on the board to them.

Or possibly whoever is doing it is making it clear that they think that they are untouchable or daring anyone to come after them. The trend would seem to imply that, if these are somehow orchestrated events, then it is the work of the same “orchestra.” The motives, the actual motives for any of these events (assuming they weren’t simply what the news seems to think they are) are quite different from the thematic trail it may be leaving. This implies someone who sees themselves as an artist. A genius who doesn’t just do what he, she, or they are hired to do, but also leaves a signature and draws attention to, perhaps, a dislike of entertainment by working on multiple levels at once. Note that all of those Moore creations have been made into films (as I’d hoped to do with The Wisp). That’s one way of viewing it.

Or, not entirely mutually exclusive, they don’t like what they are doing, want to draw attention to it so they might be stopped.

Yet another, of course, and most likely explanation: this is an organization who builds into their work phony trails to follow, red herrings, false leads, that also serve to terrify and make said organization seem like it’s beyond our ken, our normal grasp, ie, the Illuminati or on that level. And at the same time can try to convince someone like me that it’s all the work of one person and simultaneously make me look crazy even bringing it up. Sort of a built-in Martha Mitchell effect.

Of course with acoustic psycho-correction involved, that is also not exclusive of the previous two. It can be one or more individuals and an organization behind them at the same time.

Sounds like something out of the public/private intel/defense community/industry to me. Or maybe an unscrupulous organization with a vested interest in keeping Hollywood and the rest of the country cowed, in line, paranoid, confused, divided, and ineffectual towards stopping whatever else it’s up to.

I mean, how could it get any weirder?

Oh…

One day, I was in Westminster in London—this was after we had introduced the character—and I was sitting in a sandwich bar. All of a sudden, up the stairs came John Constantine. He was wearing the trenchcoat, a short cut—he looked—no, he didn’t even look exactly like Sting. He looked exactly like John Constantine. He looked at me, stared me straight in the eyes, smiled, nodded almost conspiratorially, and then just walked off around the corner to the other part of the snack bar.
I sat there and thought, should I go around that corner and see if he is really there, or should I just eat my sandwich and leave? I opted for the latter; I thought it was the safest. I’m not making any claims to anything. I’m just saying that it happened. Strange little story.

Quite the PSYOP. Also kind of interesting that Sting was sort of the model for the character.

Note how Moore thinks he decided to wait without going to see where “Constantine” went off to. Same as happened to me in the deli when “Janus” walked out. Same reason I sometimes didn’t think to take a photo of whatever bizarre thing just happened. It’s acoustic psycho-correction, no doubt, that’s the what. Left with FBI/CIA or DoD for who (MI5 or MI6 in Moore’s case).

Finally, I don’t at all lay claim to being a particularly good or original writer. I just think someone really didn’t want something like The Wisp (criticizing outsourcing, such as the ridiculous amount that NSA does) to go public.

qusoor.com/hellblazer/Sting.htm

Sometimes They Eat Their Own

Just a quick rundown of what seems to be at the heart of the situation when our intelligence community decides it’s time for one of their own number to go to the Great Beyond.

In the case of CIA/DoD chemist Frank Olson of Fort Detrick and Sidney Gottlieb’s Technical Services Division, we don’t know for certain. The official story was that Olson went to NYC to speak to a psychiatrist due to psychological issues and he jumped from the window of his hotel to his death.

Not entirely buying into this official version, Olson’s family pushed the Nixon and Ford administrations for answers. Little by little, the story morphed as more and more of the truth came out.

Eventually it was revealed that Olson and several others all drank from a flask of alcohol laced with LSD. Gottlieb stated that those present were notified of what had been done (intentionally) soon after.

Only Olson and maybe one or two others had difficulty after. Only Olson’s continued to be a debilitating problem. This lead to his going to New York and his subsequent death.

As more information was drawn, it was revealed that Olson was actually given his drink from a duplicate flask. His was either laced with a different substance, a different amount of LSD, or a combination of the two.

The question of course becomes, why? The best guess according to Albarelli’s book is that he grew a conscience. Not that he actually gave away any secrets. Simply that he, in his own head and heart, had lost faith in what it was that they were doing. It is possible that the potential mass drugging of Pont-Saint-Esprit or an interrogation at which Olson was present was the cause for this, or a combination of seeing or realizing that perhaps the true targets of MKULTRA was not dangerous enemy spies but, as is stated rather clearly in the introduction of the CIA’s book on guerilla warfare, the American public or the citizens of allied.nations for special business interests, not for the freedom of all as the propaganda would imply.

The further truth of Olson’s situation remains somewhat hidden, but the rumor seems to be that George Hunter White, who was at the epicenter of the surreptitious drugging of US citizens with LSD under MKULTRA, and another more mysterious operative known as Pierre Lafitte, threw Olson out the window.

Apparently the only rule of Spook Club is not to feel for other human beings.

All of that is to come around to re-mentioning a few others. Richard Kuranda, a fellow intern at the Gerald R. Ford Foundation-funded New Jersey Shakespeare Festival indicated to me that he believed his father was killed, and did not commit suicide as the official determination concluded.

Similarly, I’ve already suggested that Colby’s death was likely not accidental and reminded people that G. Gordon Liddy explained how he gave “them” the chance to hit him rather than allow it to happen near his home and wife. He told someone what corner he’d be on at a particular time. They didn’t take him out, he clammed up, did his time, and was rewarded. Colby, similarly, went canoeing by himself. As I noted, Colby (along with a former KGB officer) consulted on a PC game called Spycraft. Spycraft‘s plot revolved around a multinational private spy corporation called Contractor (using the Russian word). Regardless of what else, it drew attention to things like what we have now: Top Secret America. Despite the growth in 2004 and 2005 in the wake of 9/11, some companies, like the Carlyle Group owned Booz Allen Hamilton has been around a long time. In that example’s case, since 1917. Kind of opens the door to all sorts of interesting possibilities (the identity of the original real world MiBs, for example, from 1947, 1949 who tried to convince their PSYOP targets that rocket/plane/weapon testing was actual space alien activity? Oh, my but that’d be hilarious).

If you don’t think the government and its private partners are concerned over what mass media does, you aren’t paying attention. See MOCKINGBIRD, for exampl e, and TruthOut’s reporting on how the Pentagon strongarms Hollywood into telling stories the way it wants them told.

All of that was to A) save you having to click on links for all of those things because I’ve already more or less covered them here and B) to add another to the pile.

Miles Axe Copeland, Jr., father of The Police drummer Stewart Copeland. I was actually searching for the argument or debate between The Police lead singer Sting and Miles that happened in Rolling Stone the 80s after Miles was interviewed when I ran across these other things I’m about to relate. In the interview, Miles suggested that Sting’s music could be used by CIA to spread propaganda. This enraged Sting who wrote a rebuttal. Then there was, I think Miles’ reply to that and it ended.

Anyway, background on Miles is that he was OSS and one of the first CIA officers as a result. He was heavily involved with Operation Ajax, that resulted in the Shah of Iran being a US bag guy and that lead eventually to his overthrow and the mess we have today. I don’t expect that result was what Miles had in mind.

Which might be the point. He went to Booz Allen Hamilton after leaving CIA (as a NOC). When later the news of Watergate perhaps having been related to a CIA operation and official word stating they had nothing to do with it (They clearly did. Schlesinger found this out mostly the hard way, by opening the safe in his new office. This plus younger officers complaining, Sy Hersh stories in the news, and the lawbreaking discovered lead to the Family Jewels mostly being made public and the Church/Tower hearings), Miles was among a few who spoke out stating that CIA lead the burglars into a trap. (This may become important over the next several months by way of example.)

To put that in context, note that Albarelli’s book contains the anecdote about the entire Nixon entourage being dosed with LSD (source: CIA’s own files) on the way to Moscow to discuss a reduction in nuke stockpiles, the refusal of CIA and/or DoD to destroy some hazardous biological and/or chemical substances as part of Nixon’s paring down of NBC weapon strategies as part of a good faith effort to get the Soviets to do likewise, and of course pulling out of Vietnam against the wishes of the military-industrial-Congressional complex. (I don’t like defending Nixon in part due to the usual secret wars stuff, Cambobia, etc, but I can’t argue with those policies listed). In short, Nixon made some enemies on the far right by giving the smallest resistance to the MICC. The Radford Affair must also be noted, in which the very same Navy admiral who Bob Woodward reported to as an ONI attache mere months before becoming a reporter, ran a spy in the Nixon White House.

The John Birch Society (founded in part by Frank Koch, father of Charles and David “Maybe the Shutdown Wasn’t Such a Good Idea” Koch) mode of thinking was and likely still is rampant among top military brass and in some corners of the US IC. To sum that up: If you aren’t completely in the bag for no taxes on the rich and corporations (who have no loyalty to country and citizens, merely their bottom line per officers’ fiduciary responsibility, that is by design) and yet on the other hand funding the defense industry like there’s no tomorrow, you are a leftwing pinko commie bedwetter (thank Imus for that phrase).

Was Miles disillusioned? This kind of pattern continues.

Robert Baer, twenty years at CIA, decided, I think, that he was serving Exxon more than Lady Liberty and that the interests of one, or at least how those interests are carried out, do not always align. Turned down the opportunity to get involved with what would later become Arms-for-Hostages and/or Iran-Contra.

Valerie Plame-Wilson, per the movie Fair Game, saw her carefully nurtured contacts in Iraq get betrayed when invasion took the place of covert ops (largely historically done so that you don’t have to invade). Not only hurt CIA’s HUMINT efforts in the short term by losing those individuals but also long term because word gets around about not trusting someone who betrays those they swear to help. (This is one reason I think that most of what we hear, take Syria for example, is untrue; the intel is based on intent now, not on finding the truth; we are in full stab and shape making mode, not in probe and view mode. Put another way, very similar to my arguments elsewhere regarding potential behavioral modification efforts, they don’t actually care so much who you are {surveillance, intel gathering and analysis} anymore so much as who they can turn you into {behavioral modification, propaganda, PSYOPs}).

In a very, very similar vein, John Kiriakou blows the whistle on abuse of detainees for what can only be a desire to obtain false confessions. He goes to jail. People who engage in the worst abuse and ordered it remain free (and it gets ignored due to the timing of the Boston marathon bombing coinciding with release of the report implicating top Bush administration officials for the torture program–though I note again our “top cop” Holder suggested we’d all be better off sweeping the whole thing under the rug).

1990 is where Miles’ story gets really interesting:

Wikipedia / Enemy Within, Seumas Milne, :

wikipedia.org/wiki/Miles_Copeland,_Jr.

books.google.co.uk/books?id=55iV2JlUz9YC&printsec=
frontcover&dq=enemy+within
&hl=en&sa=X&ei=
uLLfUMjXI8LL0QWYtYGoAw&
ved=0CDYQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&
q=enemy%20within&f=false

In the introduction to his book ‘Enemy Within’, Guardian journalist Seumas Milne wrote that in the Spring of 1990, Copeland warned British miners union leaders Arthur Scargill and Peter Heathfield that the CIA and MI5 had been involved in kick starting a media campaign against them and helped to frame corrupt allegations against them.[5]

Copeland died in February 1991.[6][dead link]

Go pro-labor and see what happens?

I’ll add that in Sting’s biography he only devoted one page to The Police. What left him with such a sour taste?

I’ll also add that Sean Connery, it is sometimes reported, really wanted out of the Bond franchise (we’re talking around Goldfinger here, early on) due to Broccoli’s “business ties.”

It’s not what it seems. I don’t call it The Matrix as Jon Rappaport does, but I see why he does. For something closer–in a very nonliteral, figurative sense–of what I mean by “Spookspace” (as opposed to Meatspace and Cyberspace) see the Nightwatch book trilogy or pair of movies. It’s not “magic” in the supernatural sense, merely psychology and trickery.

But that doesn’t mean there isn’t something casting a shadow on the door of a cottage on the shore…of liberty.

Now, where did I leave the Chalk of Destiny? * 😉

* That joke woulda killed in Spookspace.

Amendments Defiled Continued

This is going to be the usual stream of consciousness, covering various topics, filling in holes from the previous post and introducing and re-introducing new ones. So deal with it. It’s focused more on attacking free speech and journalism, as opposed to the technically-it’s-slavery focus of the previous post.

First, let me make very certain I have made the main point clear: voice-to-skull subliminals work on anyone. It’s sad to me how well they work. You wake up one morning and people you’ve known for a very long time suddenly behave as if they hate your guts. If you can’t see, can’t connect, how that applies to the national and international scenes, then you are not paying attention. How’s this for starters? Secret Muslim, socialist, etc. Here it is again in black and white:

Nonlethal weapon which includes (1) a neuro-electromagnetic device which uses microwave transmission of sound into the skull of persons or animals by way of pulse-modulated microwave radiation; and (2) a silent sound device which can transmit sound into the skull of person or animals. NOTE: The sound modulation may be voice or audio subliminal messages. One application of V2K is use as an electronic scarecrow to frighten birds in the vicinity of airports.

First, the previous post regarding former clients. As I said, some of those companies I listed I had contact with through friends or as part of projects I worked on where access to their spaces was necessary for other work. Many were tenants in the commercial hirise building in which I worked for the landlord. PBoC was one such, as I said.

The list you’ll find here is very out of date. You’ll still find my professional blurb on that page as well. Note, for example, Piper Rudnick, one of the law firms we worked for. It is, last I heard, now known as DLA Piper and went through one or more name changes before that change. I’m thinking there was a Wolf in there after a previous merger.

DLA was one of our biggest tenant clients. This was where A. B. “Buzzy” Krongard (whose former trading company shortsold airline stock on 9/11 and whose brother was Inspector General who looked into it) wound up after leaving CIA. As I’ve said before, I’ve no idea if he worked out of the 1251 office.

By the way, don’t think I ever worked on a DLA project. If so, it was likely office work only, some CAD, maybe, or a spreadsheet.

How I found out that Buzzy worked there was a tweet by Jeremy Scahill, I’m thinking in early January of ’10.

This is where the jumping around often loses people and I get accused of “loose associations”. Well, that’s all you get when dealing with cloak and dagger. You won’t get it all spelled out for you, not likely ever. Coverups, lies, disinformation, destruction of documents and failure to provide information as determined by law are all in the way, as we’ve seen with unresponsive FOIA requests recently.

Right. Scahill. I’ll back up a bit and remind folks that investigative reporter Glenn Greenwald and his family, it has already been reported, was targeted by CIA subcontractor Palantir. It should come as no surprise whatever that Scahill is likely a target as well.

A few of the darkly humorous or ironic things where Jeremy is concerned…

Have to back up a bit again. There was the “test”, as I think of it, in Indianapolis, of the “happy” drug, the euphoric causing one, that either does or with some other method or substance, also increases libido or the feeling of love. This was 2006.

In the fall of 2007, some of the seeds of what later became The Wisp already planted, I, with two of my co-workers during lunch one November day, met Jonathan Rhys-Meyers at Arriba, Arriba on Ninth Avenue. That was the day that the euphoria returned.

It was also mere days before Rhys-Meyers would have an altercation at the airport with security and then his mother would pass away. It might appear to some that I had something to do with his change in behavior.

As I said in the previous post, unwitting dupe, red herring, fallguy, not spy nor operative. This is undoubtedly how the “star killer” stuff works as well. CIA and/or DoD psyops and assassins actually carry out the work while making sure that people like myself or Mr. Smith are or were in the vicinity of the target(s) soon before in order to deflect attention from their role in it. The goal, of course, to “tame”, discipline, and control Hollywood. Undoubtedly the same in the MSM. Thinking of Plamegate witness Tim Russert.

What finally pushed me over, convinced me that my “slavehood” to CIA was real, was a post I did not make public. I mentioned in it that I have never been to the Farm, never had any sort of military, paramilitary nor espionage training whatsoever. The reply via V2K was to look here in my own blog (UPDATE – FORGOT TO LINK TO THE POST IN QUESTION).

Whether or not that actually works, I suspect, depends on what is being “taught.” Something complex like taking apart an M-16 I doubt could be done except over a long period of time, one step being taught at a time.

However, something simple like forgetting to lock a door so that the real operative(s) can come in later, no question.

So while I acknowledge that I served almost exclusively as a target or distraction, to have actually done anything else, actually spied on a client, actually drugged another human being (much less one of my longtime favorites like Jonny) no f***ing way. They do want me to believe that the whole hypnotized selectively-forgetful superspy crap is real, but again this is to deflect from their own culpability and to blame and incriminate myself. It’s horses***. Yes, they have made me forget some minor things from time to time, but those memories always return. It’s subliminal suggestion and not (yet) full-blown remote brain editing. (That is possible and therefore in the works. Once that is done, bye, bye Miss American Pie. It’s over. This is one reason why this is so crucial in terms of getting some serious “a person’s brain is sacrosanct” legislation with some harsh penalties and some goddam oversight).

All of that to get here…

After, almost immediately after, meeting Jonny, The Wisp storyline started coming together and I thought about a screenplay and a graphic novel. Then recalling Syriana, I thought of Clooney in the lead role. I knew nothing of course of his injury and traumatic experience on the set at that time and only discovered those more recently when he decided to discuss them in interviews.

So, it was quite a shock when later I learned that one of my realworld sources of material for the story, Jeremy Scahill, had moved in less than a block away from me in Brooklyn. Further, I discovered this by talking to one of the owners of my local deli. The same deli where that person showed up on January 3, 2010 and wanted me to think he had some connection to Watts. The same deli where the owner suddenly starter giving me grief for carrying a camera (which would be one reason I didn’t get on film, for example, the same pickup truck doing the smoke trick the second time I saw it). But I did photograph the Fish & Wildlife sticker still visible on a van… But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Thanksgiving week ’09 it’s after midnight and was walking the dogs. I bumped into a distinctly military looking fellow milling about with a dog in front of Scahill’s. Jeremy was out of town as I recall. When I asked him about the dog, he paused long enough that I knew it wasn’t his dog.

Later, I mentioned this to Jeremy. That conversation was also interesting because we touched on the Real Time (as yet unaired I think) interview of Oliver Stone.

“Well, I think there probably was something to the JFK assassination,” I said.

“Yeah, but we’ll probably never know who did it,” Jeremy said.

I threw out the military-industrial-complex and he, as a good investigative reporter should do, pushed back on the lack of evidence.

The hilarious part? The question of the identify of the person on the grassy knoll was put forth in an OpEd on Truthout at some point later in 2010 or 2011. It has since been taken down, I assume over legal threats or Leopold deciding it was too conspiracy theory oriented for them. I’ll just say that the answer suggested by the intel veteran who wrote it makes a lot of sense. Like father, like son. I also note that there are still a few missing pages in the Family Jewels. Sure seem to relate to JFK.

But the real point there is the “irony” of the conversation. I’m telling you, that neighborhood during the ’08/’09 holidays was a ghost town, but in ’09/’10 was crawling with spooks, many tripping over each other and racing cars down the street. It was a free for all.

Next, and he’s quite forgiven, I was out on the balcony when Jeremy passed by and said something about the lap of luxury.

Note again, what happened? I lost all of that. The purpose? To try to misdirect my ire from the real perpetrators in the Obama administration against people like Scahill, Watts, Clooney, Baer, even Bill Krisol (by the way, there is a current hilarious attempt to get me to point the finger at Lord Conrad Black {Mr. White?} and Richard Branson {Virgin’s logo is red, opposite of Green they point out}). Apparently these imbeciles didn’t realized the whole Black thing (happening elsewhere, a Yahoo group) was a right-feint for the left hook delivered elsewhere. Like a friend of mine used to say, Nazis were overall more vicious than smart. While not entirely so, it does on occasion apply to American fascists as well. Overconfidence in their toys makes them subject to the occasional psyop as well.

Then, as I said already, the news that our top client was the new home of Buzzy came from Scahill. Being locked out of the building where I worked for twenty years followed. Fighting to get my unemployment followed that.

Would it have been surprising if I had, being surreptitiously drugged and otherwise harassed consistently, blamed Jeremy for that?

Would it likewise have been unexpected if, after having been brainwashed to think that little twerp that appeared and seemed to “save my life” was related to Watts, to have blamed Watts for his consistent no-show?

Would it likewise have been unexpected if I had blamed Clooney and Baer for things after what seemed like a prank at the movie theater in December of ’09 and other things?

This is how they do it. If it had been as simple as delivering an instruction and their obedient “robot” carrying it out, I’d be dead or in prison by now. Doesn’t work that way nor that well. Requires other factors, is not easy to produce. Sure, they can arrange to have people in the same place at the same time, but violating your personal code, internalized morality, whatever, not so easy.

And that, as the wizard said, is an encouraging thought.

But you’d better hurry.

Also: Only 24 More Investigation Days until the third anniversary of the unsolved arson of December 23, 2009.

BLACK BOOT DIARIES – Dead Dogs (Updated)

(Update: link at bottom of page, now with less bad English from double auto-translation, EuroTV article switched to Globe and Mail original English).

There were actually two events. When the first came, we decided it was part of the news items regarding Chinese ingredients in dog food. Both dogs became ill but recovered. That this happened to occur around the time of Plamegate (and my intense involvement in following the story, contributing to the legal fund, etc.) just wasn’t a dot connected.

Then came Spring of 2009. I made an appointment with the vet to get the dogs their shots. Cleo, the female, was always resistant to being given shots. She did not like it. The vet assistant who was charged with giving them to her decided to take her upstairs in order to administer it so as to avoid being bitten (apparently he didn’t trust me to hold her snout).

She had surgery twice already at this point. The first time was when she ate carpet (which she ripped up after a flood in the basement of our Greenwich Village basement apartment. The apartment where I found what may have been bombmaking materials on the fire escape, apparently thrown out a window above. Where my bike was stolen by drug dealers the week that Bloomberg decided to secretly pull all of NYPD off of crime and assign them to terrorism as some kind of exercise. Where I lived one of the two times I was the victim of identity theft, and the credit card thieves used my card to pay for a hotel in Russia and a few other things).

The second time was knee surgery. So, forcing her to walk up the stairs was the apparent reason for her limping after the dogs got their shots. A great opportunity for a less reasonable, calm person to go postal at the vet’s office.

But it wasn’t the stairs. It turned out to be, as I’ve already noted, some sort of mysterious anemia. (See memo, item #10).

Once we realized that she was far worse off than the male corgi, Thorin (he had lost weight at an alarming rate but recovered after being prescribed vitamins, administered via daily shots by me) we had her looked at and eventually hospitalized. She was anemic and they did not know why.

My partner was out of town on Google business one particular day when Cleo was at the specialist’s office in Manhattan. A surgeon (who happened to be of Arabic descent) suggested removing her spleen. I asked how that related. He said that there was a possibility that it could help. How much of a possibility? 50/50.

I called my now ex and asked if he wanted to do it. This dog was his favorite. I knew how much it meant to him. If we didn’t at least try, we would wind up wondering if it would have worked. It was an easy calculation.

Not only did the expensive surgery not help, but the vet never even bothered to call me (as he had promised to do) to tell me what he had found. Never saw that vet again. Never heard from him.

When we finally were at our last-ditch in terms of finding a reversal of the rapid disappearance of red blood cells, another vet said, “It may have been a bad vaccine.”

At that point, all told, we had spent nearly (or a bit over) $20,000. Now, tell me that that wouldn’t have had some impact on the relationship. Money is a frequent divorce-maker.

We eventually had her put to sleep.

Would it have been completely surprising if I had tracked down the surgeon who, it seems to me it’s true, had my partner subsidize his research into dog spleens and beaten the s*** out of him? I once suggested suing the company, but my ex refused.

I note the similarity here (and differences) between a fictional sociopath’s cat being beyond the help of a busy vet in a science fiction novel and how he dealt with it. But all roads seemed to point to Achilles, didn’t they?

You see now? They love to use these things to disrupt freedom of speech and to drive wedges between people at the same time. It also gives it all an unbelievable quality. That the US government could be both this depraved and wasteful of tax dollars at the same time are a couple of things that your average liberal journalist cannot wrap his or her brain around. Add to that, “Why?” and you have a recipe for being completely dismissed as delusional.

And yet there is plenty of historical precedent to support those very things. That’s what this blog is about. All of those crazy UFO, illuminati, etc. conspiracy theories are just disinfo, a way of covering up who’s really responsible: the CIA and various members of the intelligence community in the Department of Defense and the brass who oversee them and their private sector friends.

(As I’ve also noted, where money is concerned, there is extensive involvement with drug trafficking. That heroin production is up so far in Afghanistan supports this claim. Click on the ‘Drugs’ tag and see my previous entry).

As I also noted previously, a Brit just outside the auditorium at the Union Square multiplex movie theater brought up both dogs and fire (referencing the Conway fire) in an effort to provoke me. Didn’t work, of course, because at the same time I was so f***ing high from whatever it is that causes item 11 (pure euphoria) that I could not recognize the man’s hostile intent.

And that continued with Balding at the doctor’s office in January 2010, Anthony and his roommate (and lots of other strangers in Brooklyn) mocking me as I left the building to walk the dogs, go to the store, etc. also around that time as well as many jerks in Minneapolis.

So, now, imagine that you’re trying to make a few corrections to the short story I posted last night. Imagine that you were thinking about it on a walk. Imagine that you go to your ritual place to think. Imagine that a dog shows up. Imagine that you are very careful not to feed the damn thing because you know they will kill the damn thing. (I’m going to go with hit-and-run on this one, given it’s car-chasing habit).

Imagine it follows you home. Imagine it barks and howls outside wanting you to return while you are making some corrections to the short story. I have not fed it, but it behaves as though I have. It spent the night on the back porch and was there this morning.

Now, this is the kind of thing that, when CIA actually succeeds in doing what they set out to do (mostly to panic the TI), a person flees. They do that because the fight-or-flight instinct is aroused. It makes them feel better initially, thinking that they have evaded their pursuers, that they can escape if only for a few days. I have seen this behavior numerous times. My ex had a former college-mate who did that. She fled all over Europe. I have no idea why CIA targeted her specifically.

There was a film covered by the same TV show I did some work for in Minneapolis about a young man who was also fleeing unknown pursuers. I was both disturbed by his paranoia but also had to laugh given that was exactly what they wanted me to do.

Look at the record. Lots and lots of funding. No oversight. Try to get them to straighten out and you have to run over and be Secretary of Defense due to death threats. What does that say? (I’m speaking of Schlesinger and the Family Jewels, but that Panetta reportedly ended the torture program early in office and subsequently went to the SecDef position as well, is a little suspicious).

And as I’ve already mentioned, I’m not the only one. Not by a long-shot.

I have no desire to bring up anyone else’s painful past. It’s painful for me to do so. I expect the psychos in our government are aware of that. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve found myself “between a rock and a hard place”. Do or do not do and it’s bad. (That’s also the real cause of neuroses, isn’t it? Two or more strong, conflicting desires?).

So, I’ll mention it. The implications should be obvious.

Syriana. What’s it about? It’s about big oil controlling foreign policy that frequently conflicts with national security. The argument is that what’s good for big oil is always good for the country.

Is it, though? You could leave out any one of the following, I think, and still come to the conclusion that something has to change: climate change, “blood-for-oil”, perpetual war and the budget, erosion of democracy, worldwide/support of hostile regimes as problem for US image.

And yet, these evil clowns… well the “joke” is obvious to me as someone with plenty of experience now dealing with them:

“Batman”.

And now: Spinal injury leads to thoughts of suicide.

So, I’ll say it again: F*** you, Cynthia.

Future addition to ‘doggy heaven’, probably sooner rather than later. (EDIT: Of course, there’s always rabies. You know, rabid animal).

QUICK EDIT: And how can I forget Scahill saying he had a phone message in early 2010 about a dog, blood and a cooler?

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