Does opening this blog make your computer freeze? It does mine. It's because of the high number of embedded videos in this post.
As I mentioned in a recent post, a major result of the abuse I've been subject to is an inducement of paranoia. The ambiguity of what they do makes it that way. It's designed to make you afraid to socialize with anyone. After reviewing the collection of videos I captured, it is evident that, because of that paranoia, a certain portion of the clips are not what I first thought. However, that portion isn't nearly as large as I first estimated. At least 80% of the clips I captured include individuals who were doing exactly what I thought they were doing. I'm going to add to this list as over time. I'm going to omit a few clips that don't clearly I.D. the subject. I've also omitted people who just made comments about how long they've lived in SF. Not all of the people doing this to me are doing it for the same reason, but I never know for sure who's who, but I don't see a reason to post the ones who simply bragged about how long they've lived in SF. I understand their point. As I mentioned in a recent post, these videos don't overtly indicate anything you'll notice, but they include individuals who doing are exactly what I thought they are doing. Also, upon looking back, I'm surprised at how many I have. It's a lot more than I thought.
Key point:
I just tallied these videos and those in Key Video Re-Cap. I'm not great at math, but I count 53. The grand total of videos I've shot is far less than 100, clearly illustrating that I'm not just paranoid and I don't suspect this of every single person I encounter. If that were the case, I would have shot thousands of video clips--not dozens.
I'm just going to add to this post at the top:
Dianna Kim? Doubt it. This woman is definitely stalking me:
On the other hand, I am sure about the girl sitting next to Alan Passalaqua in the video below. No reason for her to be in touristy Starbucks when she usually hangs out at Another Cafe. She is the one and only person I've seen at mom-n-pop SF coffee shops and seen in a Starbucks and I suspected her before that. Now I know I was right about that snide look her boyfriend gave me one night. Hmmmm...double look-back into Starbuck's nasty bathroom checking for what, exactly? Nice job trying to cover by overacting not guilty:
Well...I was going to do a video to go along with an upcoming post on FBI entrapment, but mysteriously as of just a few hours ago, I can neither upload video straight to my blog post nor to my Youtube page. Actually, that's not true. A test video of screen capture which I just tried to upload to Youtube is actually uploading. It's sitting at about 3% complete after about 20 minutes since I started the upload. Never happened that way before.
Hmmm...could have sworn I had an intro on the post. Don't recall deleting it. This is a rundown of all the video I have in which the subject's actions actually indicates something or there's some other substantial indicator that supports my claims.
I set a very high standard for these things and at first, I didn't believe that this video shows what it shows, but I'm now convinced that there is no denying that the guy in this video has something in common with Spastic Biz Guy on the right. He is attempting to secretly signal his partner to stop the act because he saw me shooting video. It's pretty incredible--when you bust out the camera, people screw up. Stay out of show biz:
Spastic Biz Guys...
"Which way?" Love this one. They're acting so guilty. Action begins at 00:45 mark.
Quick! Duck!!
Awwwwwe. Strange...I used to see this kind of thing regularly, but it has
stopped. In fact, this may have been the last one. How about that?
Somehow, I almost forgot about Paola who was concerned about my "finishing the process..." Again--what process?
Hmmm... Amazing she even noticed I was shooting video. Must have been there for a reason...
Loud Therapy Sessions A quick refresher: A major part of what's gone on is a therapist with either another therapist or maybe an actual client sit very near me in public and have an obnoxiously loud therapy session. Obviously, if one were having a session with his therapist in public, he would not want the conversation to be overheard. It's a conversation that's protected by law. These two actually asked to share my table, which isn't uncommon in these situations. When they do this, they shoot me a purposeful glance with a smirk as they sit down, which these 2 did. The audio in this clip proves my claim. If you know my location and you follow me around to do this, you are stalking me:
"It's like a chess game." This clip is very brief and doesn't hit as hard as the previous clips, but you can see how they're both making spastic gestures...constantly. The fact that the gesturing is so obvious in such a short clip is telling. The spastic gesturing is how they get your attention. These 2 are very important because the woman said, "It's like a chess game," again, during an obnoxiously loud conversation. This was when I was still afraid to shoot video for extended periods and I think this is one of the first I shot without looking...
Almost forgot about this one, too. This girl was sitting with her friends way to my right at the farthest table away at Peet's. I saw them turn around repeatedly to look directly at me as they sat discussing something. She went to the restroom and inexplicably got confused on her way out. When I got their license plate number, they acted very worried. It was after this video that I "coincidentally" ran into some fellas from Zynga who asked me to "stop doing what you're doing." They did what all my stalkers do and tried to keep me real confused, while all the while I was thinking, "Well, I'm just trying to extract myself from this fucked up little game you and your asshole friends are playing with me." (By the way: http://www.indiegogo.com/SportsGreatsJournalismArchive):
Again, this one doesn't say a whole lot, but why did she move her jacket? They weren't getting up to leave at that point. It's obvious they were in mid conversation. She saw me preparing to shot video and picked up the jacket to block her face. The bitch on the left made a comment insinuating I'm a "puppet."
This guy stopped fucking with me after I posted about Al Franken and stalking apps.
This video is from earlier the same day at the same spot as "Spastic Biz Guys." Again, the intention is just to make you nervous and often the conversations are just confusing, but always loud and spastic. This and Loud Therapy Session above are the best audio recordings I've got. One of the things these dumb-asses do is to use the word, "dude" a lot because they think it appeals to me or something, which you can hear this guy do at the 1:20 mark. Even before that, he talks like a Valley girl, saying "Yeah, and it's like...", etc. Obviously, those language choices stand out in the conversation and are incongruous with their appearance. Try and follow the conversation. It's complete nonsense (Which reminds me of Michelle Marlow.)...
I don't need you to "throw me a bone."
Unfortunately, there's always a lot of background and ambient noise when I'm getting these. After I'd stopped shooting this video, I told them I wasn't listening and he repeated it to her with an exasperating tone of voice, "He's not listening." She confirmed and they got up and left. A little later, Spastic Biz Guys showed up.
Along with Tell-me-about-your-diet Don, this guy used to like
tormenting me in the locker room at 24-Hour Fitness on Post at Van
Ness. I hadn't seen him in a while but them saw him twice in the past
week and both times he tried to avoid me. "Great!," I thought. Well,
today it occurred to me that I should get video of him. He saw me as he
was coming down the stairs. I'd say he's acting slightly odd here:
So,
as I said, I don't know who's who in all this and now that there's
been a major turn-around in the situation, I figure I want to find out
more since no one will acknowledge me in the dumb-ass little game. So, I
followed him. He walked down Post and turned left on Polk and stopped
in front of the restaurant on that corner. I think it's called 5-oh-1
or 5 O'Clock or something like that. He stood there kind of pacing
back and fourth in one spot like a third-grader who just got busted as
he made a couple of phone calls. He then went back to Post Street and
walked alllll the way down Post Street, doing some window-shopping on
the way, including at Williams & Sonoma. Good taste. He turned
left on Market and stopped in a cheap Chinese trinket shop and stayed
in there for at least 10 minutes. I got some video as he exited and
another clip right there for better I.D. He was heading back up Market
in the same direction he'd come from. Strange.
As
you can also see in this clip, there is a 24-Hour Fitness at the corner
of Sutter and Montgomery, about 1 block from the trinket shop where I
got the video. Hmmmm.... that's a lonnnnng walk to go to the gym at
Van Ness every day if he actually lives way downtown and, of course, he
sure doesn't look likes he dressed for work. Strannnnge... And, of course, the videos have time-stamps.
This
woman stopped her flailing gestures when she saw me shooting video. At
about the 0:07 mark you can see her start breathing heavily because
she's nervous. You can't really tell while watching the video now, but
the gesture she makes with her face at the 0:29 mark was intended for
the camera. Then they got up and left. (She was acting nervous
throughout the clip, really.):
That's about everything I've got that even remotely indicates anything in the video. I'll do a separate post with the other folks I'm positive about but the video doesn't indicate anything.
What these people have done to me is definitely quite bizarre. I think a part I haven't touched on much is the "dream world" aspect of it. They extract you from society by way of a compost heap of serious allegations and character defamation and because you're starved for human interaction, it makes you very susceptible to suggestion. While you're in it, it's difficult to see at all, but I broke out of it. The dream world they had me immersed me in by way of a rain of suggestion from covert operatives is that I'm some kind of hero and there's going to be a big reward and celebration at the end, etc. Those suggestions started way, way back in spring of 2010 with this guy after I sent an e-mail to Allan Ryan:
He was having another very loud phone conversation for me to overhear and said something like, "Oh, yeah, there's going to be champagne and everything. Big party!" When you're caught in the spell, you believe all that shit, but again, it doesn't work without complete isolation and forced dopamine deprivation.
I've been wanting to do a re-cap of the best, most important video I have. Since I'm once again on the verge of being completely destitute because I'm be blackmailed by the White House and the Democratic party as part of this little manipulation game that being played with me be, I figure now's as good of a time as any. As I look back, I can see some video I got of subjects that were not what I thought they were. Indeed, a major part of what I've been through is induced paranoia. The majority of what I got is exactly what I thought it was, though, and what I'm about to post here are all pretty much undeniable. These aren't just videos that identify people, but rather ones that actually indicate something in the video. I've seen that other people who take these videos get these very wide shots of people that are very far away that indicate nothing, or they just don't know how to explain what's going on in the video. Fortunately, because of my television production experience, I know what it means to capture moving images that indicate something, which you can't really do without being close enough. This one was one made quite a difference in my life:
It's so obvious that they're acting. Exaggerated gestures and, of course, the "stop" gestures in the very beginning. That's what they do--simply act spastic to make the subject constantly nervous. Sometimes the goal is just to make you insecure. They've been doing it to me for a long, long time.
This very strange guy just told me, "Life is cheap."...twice. And made some other strange comments about what he does and what I do or something like that. Then he got up to leave and zipped his bag very violently apparently in an attempt to intimidate me. Oh, wait...I remember now. I laughed at his attempts to intimidate me and he said, "You're gonna eat that laugh." Really? Am I? I'm not asking much. In fact, in the big picture, it's nothing.
