And... For Memorial Day, No Less...

So much to say.  I suspect that the goal of this game was simply for me to identify some close relatives of mine using extremely vague clues.  I have accomplished that.  An impersonator who answered one of my calls to an attorney from a public phone very nervously questioned me as to how I know.  You couldn't do it without hints.  That's the game.  So you know just how vague the clues are, they started more than three years ago, I think.  Even with the hints, it's like finding a needle in a haystack.  You don't know many of them are hints when you get them, but now I'm seeing all of them.  They're serving much more as confirmation than as initiating. The fact that I stumbled on the first answer a couple of weeks ago was a semi-shot-in-the-dark.  Then I turned to what I suspected on the other side, not going on any specific clue, but shortly after starting that, I came upon a reference to a recent clue which led me to an old one which was the answer.

All makes good sense, but here's the thing: I'm a human being and I should not be living this way at this point.  I thought someone hinted recently, "The guy in California won."  But then I thought maybe someone suggested that I need to find a job shortly thereafter, so, at the very least, I'm still getting mixed signals, which shouldn't be the case.  No--I positively don't need to find a job.  I've tried and tried to get jobs that I'm either properly or over-qualified for only to run into roadblocks clearly set intentionally for me.  I went to Labor Ready and got harassed by what I'm guessing was undercover SFPD.  I laughed in his face.  I recently applied for a job at AT&T park.  Some heavy-set girl showed up and actually secretly quized me as to whether I know how to pour a glass of beer from a tap.  I tended bar in a real city where I got compliments on my Martinis.  (Please keep these idiots away from me.)  I won't waste a second looking for a job.  If I want, I could recruit help in getting to New York or I could just publish and promote everything and watch it blow up and then what?  I'll say this, though: I don't see how it could have been possible to beat before the internet and social media.  If the hints that lead me to the right answers came in response to "The Big Picture Revisited," then good for me.  That wasn't exactly my intention with the post, but it worked out.  The deck is stacked so high against me, of course, I'm going to do whatever I can.  As Carrie said, "It's impossible and [I] deserve it."  I guess not--on both points.

A few critical points for review:

My brother framed me for t----rism and pedophilia in partnership with the CIA at the behest of Reverend David Plank--an action perpetrated by him with malicious intent.

I have at least two GPS tracking devices in my body.

I have no privacy whatsoever.  My experiences indicate that some involved actually knew what I was going to do or where I was going before I did it or went there or knew before I even decided to do it or go there.  In reference to this, I must assume, someone recently mentioned something to me about "remote viewing."

It has been suggested to me that my whole life is an experiment.  My experiences support this.

It has been suggested to me that my life has been made into a "Truman Show."  Again, my experiences support this.

An attempt was made to completely destroy the "non-physical" me, thus making me a completely mind-controlled robot.  (Nice try.)

Liberal operatives tried to turn me gay.  (Again, nice try.)

I've been the subject of a "behavior modification" program.

I've been the subject of stalking and harassment including death threats.

Krazy K2 tried to have me institutionalized.  I highly suspect she did jail-time in the seventies or early eighties and she and Connie are hiding that from me.  I wouldn't be surprised if she's a wanted former member of the Weather Underground or some other militant group.  She's a complete whack-job.  

I'm missing two teeth and another cavity is starting and I'm concerned it may effect the whole row.

I'm tired of Matrix "real world" operatives doing their stupid little melodramatic charades with torn up dollar bills while talking about tech-9s.  Memo to them:  help me soon and make a big windfall or fuck off.

I met Cynthia Green very early in my time in New York.  I'm quite positive it was before I ever agreed to anything in a drunken/drugged state.  She and Carrie Plank wouldn't have entered my life at all if I wasn't entitled to it and it was some kind of game.  I see the setup.  It's not really a matter of winning or losing anything.  It's mine and these people have been trying to screw me out of it without me even having knowledge of it.  My behavior, etc., simply is not an issue.  I will speak and talk and think per my personal discretion and I don't have to pass any dumb-ass tests because the Rev set me up for all this shit.  I see through it all.

I have completed the task of the game and I am therefore done with it.  I know that the people involved know this.  If it hasn't been resolved by Wednesday morning, I publish the photo comparisons with captions that will give it all away.

I've been humbled enough.

Happy Memorial Day.

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Another Crazy Stalker Chick

I knew this girl was part of it the first time I saw her at the library.  Shortly after that, she just happened to sit right behind me on the bus.  Just now, while I was exchanging e-mails with my completely insane bio-mom, she showed up at BK.  It's a bit of a coincidence because I was actually shooting video of the guy because we were discussing a reality show featuring him.  Catching this video of her was actually a coincidence.  She left BK right around 11:30...

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"Messin' With Your Mind" II

Dr. Weitzel's Secretary / "Messin' With Your Mind" *****
I've mentioned previously that what these people do is bait you in very strange ways.  They have access to you biometric profile and know all of your likes and dislikes.  Also, I have no privacy whatsoever.  I believe this was the very first instance in which it occurred to me that they were actually baiting me this way, but, of course, I was incredulous.  I thought, "That's ridiculous.  No way."

In early '09, after I'd figured out what my family was doing, I was shopping around for a used car.  One day, on Rt. 46 right in front of or next door to the location shown in this screenshot, there was four-door darkish green car that looked to be in great condition.  I called about the car and made arrangements to test-drive it.  The woman I talked to said she was a secretary for a Doctor Weitzel.  One of the things they've done is accuse me of being arrogant.  Yes--I am New York arrogant and I never should have left there.  It's very competitive there.  Don't like my arrogance?  Go fuck yourself.  When I got to the house to take the car for a drive, dude was standing in the drive in white shorts and white shirt lookin' very Nazi-ish.  Piercing blue eyes.  The woman I had talked to on the phone who was supposed to be his wife was there wearing a Dead-head shirt.  They were such a mismatch.  He made a comment about being a drummer and wanting to take me up to the drum room.  We got in the car and the keys were already in the ignition.  It was an Ohio State key-chain with the official logo and the text, "It's all about me." below it.  I don't know how they got that made, but I couldn't imagine Ohio State licensing such a message.  He said the car had low mileage, was in good shape,  and could "make it all the way across the country."  The whole time he was trying to be intimidating in very subtle ways and I picked up on that.

I was just starting to figure out that something was wrong, so I blew off the car.  Maybe a week after that, Dr. Weitzel's secretary called to ask whether I was still interested.  I mentioned to her that some strange things were happening in my life.  She replied in a taunting tone, "Oh, yeah...feel like somebody's messin' with you mind?"  This comment recently took on new significance.  I got my documentation from Coleman Professional Services to find that Jeremy Haddle, a "social work professional" with a Juris Doctorate degree, attributed the following statement to me: "Clt reports that [police and federal marshals] have been working undercover with him and that they are preying on him, messing with his mind."

A.) I never said that.

B.) A professional with a J.D. writes such a phrase in a report for a mental-health diagnosis?  I mean, using it in conversation is bad enough for a "pro," but to actually include it in a report?  One word: sad.

C.) If you think it's a coincidence that he and Dr. Weitzel's secretary both used the phrase, I've got a bridge to sell you.

This moron diagnosed me as paranoid-schizophrenic?!  "With him...?"  How does this dumb-fuck even survive?

SFPL "Social Worker"

I'd been waiting for a good opportunity to get a shot of this guy.   I don't know his name, so when SFPL finds out about my grievance filed with the state of Ohio, they could just move him somewhere else and he might be tough to track down.  I don't think he's actually an employee of the Library, technically, but he's always there.  I couldn't believe it when I saw him standing in this spot yesterday.  Way too easy:

As I've written previously, what these people do is follow you around and make some kind of taunting comment, etc.  I "coincidentally" ran in to this guy near the corner of Larkin & Bush one day and he did just that.  They kind of walk very purposefully at you and smirk and then make the taunting comment.  I forget exactly what he said that day.  Doesn't matter--it's stalking.  One day at the library he walked up to the table next to me, gave me that smug smirk, and opened his notebook and checked something off.  It's probably on the tape.  It was a while ago.  Dude's a serious pussy. 

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