It's important that I preface this list. The main goal of those persecuting me is to portray me as insane. They absolutely rely on the presumption that anyone I tell of my experiences will not believe me and disregard them as paranoid delusions. I have proof of what they do. I am perfectly sane, though what they do is designed to drive the subject insane and drive them to suicide.
(I don't title this post "The Rundown" because of any cable news show by that name. I use the title because it is a generic term in television production used to refer to the itemized timeline that outlines each segment, etc. in the program being produced.)
1990
I've been on a blacklist for Neo-Nazis and far-right extremists since a mixed relationship during my second year of college in 1990 while attending Nichols State University in Louisiana. Much of what's happened can be traced back to this as motivation. My immediate family was part of it. They've been stalking and harassing me and doing things covertly to undermine my life ever since, including my father and his county-commissioner buddy trying to covertly fix me up with a girl from Niles I went to grade-school with who'd also had a mixed relationship--killing two birds with one stone. Brilliant! I saw Tony at Santisi's during '09 when I was being stalked. He smirked at me.
1991
Toledo Psych Experiment **
I recently posted about this in detail. I've been forced to consider every possibility and therefore have to consider the notion that the psych experiment/study being done on me over the past few years is a continuation of a 5-minute study I signed up for at University of Toledo for $50. Maybe there was something in the fine print. Maybe not. Maybe that's how the CIA gets you in the first place. They look for desperate people.
1994
"The Blind Scam" *****
As part of Nazi targeting, I was set up by my manager named Matt at BW-3 in Columbus with a scam to make it appear that I was mean to a blind person. I explained this in detail in a previous post, but I don't remember the title and the search feature in this blog doesn't work any more. I mention this separately because it is really critical. As intended, it brought me negative attention later by way of this super-secret info network. A Peet's cashier shouted at me once regarding a blind person who's a regular there, "He's blind, John!" as if I'd done something wrong while standing in line with him, which I most positively had not. I couldn't figure out why he was yelling at me, but I seem to recall Carrie (the bitch) making a similar comment.
Sean Newman ****
Sean Newman was a roommate of mine at Ohio State via his cousin, Jim Reed. In Columbus, Jim worked with my high school friends, Tasha and Jim S., who later married. I lived with Jim S., Tasha, and Jim Reed when I first moved to Columbus. I have a vague recollection of Tasha making a comment to me alluding to racism and mixed relationships during that time. Later, Sean and I lived together. Sean is Carrie Plank's sister-in-law, Annette's cousin. I met Carrie by coincidence? Bzzzzzzt. Try again.
1996-2002
Series of Women with Ulterior Motives/David Plank *****
A series of women who are federal and/or political operatives who all fit the same pattern in a number of ways have been sneaking into my life with an ulterior motive going back at least to my first year in New York, 1996. I have to assume these were set up by the CIA, but some were heavily Christian, one way or another. I've noticed on occasion that someone else edits my blog-posts and e-mails by way of computer malware. Once previously, when writing about this subject, I wrote, "heavily Christian." When I went back to look at it later, it said something to the effect of "strong with their Christianity." My brother-in-law, a white supremacist, once said that to me, in one of many out-of-context cryptic comments, "We don't lose one of our own." I've been forced to come to the conclusion that a major motivation behind what's happening, which coincides with the mixed-relationship targeting, is simply that I have abandoned Christianity. The ongoing implied message is "Either be Christian, or we'll keep screwing you over." CIA must be very Christian. There's another possible reason for all those women doing this, but I'm not sure. The most important of these, of course, is Carrie Plank, daughter of Reverend David Plank, who fingered me for...
CIA Sleeper-Slavedom ****
I explained this in another post. David Plank made a comment out of the blue to me about having friends in the CIA. They got me in a bar, got me drunk and--in a drunken state--apparently got me to agree to something. I believe this was the incident in which Carrie showed up after they had me completely intoxicated and while she was there got me to sign something. It was something about some kind of game with a massive prize. These memories are very foggy, but the clearest part of it is Carrie saying, "It's impossible. You deserve it!" I've come to fear that I've been in this situation a number of times with political extremists--"this situation" meaning gotten drunk and/or drugged to get me to agree to something--likely set up by, of course, the CIA. I'm not at all sure when these occurred, but I suspect it was, again, while I was living in New York and perpetrated by the CIA at David Plank's behest (He must give them a lot of info.). I'll list these later.
Mission ***
Same Scenario. Got me in a bar by myself, got me drunk, and got me to agree to some kind of mission. I believe they drugged me into a semi-conscious state or one of hypnosis and "programmed me." Said I was perfect bait for a number of different covert groups that do to individuals what's being done to me. They're pathetic folks banded together who pick on individuals who are easy targets. Fuck each and every one of them. I think one of the groups is the computer-hacker/revenge-of-the-nerds group who don't like tall good-lookin' guys because of their collective inferiority complex. I believe there was also something about getting a fair trial and stopping those who punish
people without one. If that's the case, I'm proud to serve, but I've had quite enough. Might also have been something about the group that's out to set up and destroy people who watch pornography, which I'm not waving the flag for specifically, but recognize it is not illegal and therefore no one's business if one wants to view it because it is in fact their right to do so. The scam is to entrap porn-viewers for pedophilia though they have no interest at all in it or kiddie porn. The above screen-shot is an excellent example of how they bait the target. If it's illegal, why do ads with young girls, such as the ones depicted here, even exist? Why would the videos they lead to be on line if they are illegal? It's called entrapment. They also said something about having to be very tough to withstand it all and to "get as many as you can."Michael Hogan's Army Roommate *****
This is critically important. When I was living in New York I walked my dog in Central Park (mostly in The Ramble, of course) every day for about an hour before I went to work. It's common to talk to other people with dogs. I ran into a guy with another dog--might have been a German Shepard--and we started chatting. Dude turned out to be my sister's best friend from high school's army roommate. Don't recall the details of the convo, but I assure you, the encounter was not a coincidence. It was in the same spot where I used to see JFK Jr. tossing a frisbee around, up by that big rock at the top of Cherry Hill.
Nazi Harassed me at A&E *****
I had no idea what he was doing at the time, but a guy named Marc Greece who was then a head librarian at A&E Networks in Manhattan harassed me until I sent him an e-mail asking him to stop and they fired me for it. I didn't figure that out until over the past few years and some time after that also realized why the librarians at the Stamford office were also assholes to me. Marc's not so obvious, but looking back now, it's obvious that the Stamford librarians at the time positively stunk of Aryanism.
2002-2003
Ariport '03: My Brother Framed Me For T----rism and Pedophelia *****
As outlined in a previous post, after a "retired sheriff's deputy" took a midnight shift at an abandoned steel plant where I was working as a security guard and dropped a hint indicating I was suspected of t----rism, I looked back at an experience before and during a flight to Florida in 2003 during which security personal gave my mother and I very special attention, including by doing nothing less than molesting her in her partially paralyzed, terminally ill state. Others in line were aghast and commented, but I was too scared by the two giant sherrif's deputies glaring at me to say anything. And the flight? I'd rather not think about it.
While wittle Joey is motivated by racism, his main motivation is an extreme inferiority complex against me because of height and because I graduated from the same school he dropped out of, Ohio State. Of course, it also has to do with the fact that he's 9 years older than I. If he were younger, none of this would probably be happening. Around this time he, possibly working with Rick, turned the family against me, partly because of the whole secret race war thing, partly because of his personal issues with me. That was when the whole family starting insulting me, etc.
10-Year April Fools' Day Joke *****
I very recently posted about how I added up my brother and brother-in-law, a white-supremacist cop, saying "We're going to play a joke on you." and a recent passing comment by someone telling me I had "six days left" leading up to this past April 1st. Apparently all the subject has to do is survive for 10 years to receive a large cash prize, as my brother hinted at at the time. My brother is very strange, though, so I blew it off then and had no idea what they were actually talking about and didn't realize until recently it must have been an April Fools' Day joke which means it must have been in 2003 or earlier. I have not received any such prize. It's now April 22.
Kathleen Kashay ****
Kathleen Kashay is my biological mother who set me up for a very horrifying encounter with someone posing as a mental-health professional. I met her in 2003. I can tell by some comments my family made and by their demeanor that day, or on a day shortly after that, that she had contacted them and that they are working together to destroy me for some reason. As I mentioned above, it's been suggested that I am heir to some kind of massive inheritance. I am forced to conclude that Kathleen recruited my family to help her stop me from getting it. I know she was spying on my e-mail account.
2004-2006
"He's Trying To Kill You." *****
I described this in detail in a past post. More than once, family members warned me that my brother was trying to destroy me. But on one occasion, his girlfriend, Lisa Hall, after ensuring he was not within earshot, whispered in my ear, "He's trying to kill you."
"It's For An Assignment" ****
There was a point during this period in which Lisa was taking a website-building course. She'd also taken up an interest in photography. One day in Niles, she asked if she could take photos of my head and face from various different angles. This memory is foggy, but I'm very confident in it because I recall her specifically using the word, "assignment," which I would not do. I would refer to it an "an exercise" or simply "for a class I'm taking." She definitely said "assignment."
Let Me Buy You A New Computer *****
Joey offered to buy me a new computer as a gift for no special reason while I was living in Columbus at this time. I refused more than once, telling him not having one wasn't that big of a deal to me and that I would get one eventually, but he insisted. It wasn't sent from the manufacturer or retailer, but rather from his "company" at the time, "American Advisory." Not sure about this, but the box may have shown signs of having been opened and resealed when I received it.
GPS Tracking ****
A Nazi dentist in Columbus, Ohio put a GPS tracking device in a root canal he did for me around 2004 or 2005. It's also possible that this guy was part of a military network that has taken it upon themselves to torment and persecute t----rists or people labeled "enemy of the state." I ran into a guy in the military at a blog meetup in San Francisco who dropped a hint insinuating that I'm considered "an enemy of the state." It would be my brother-in-law that's behind that. I'm also pretty sure my brother knocked me out and put a tracking device in my foot and possibly up my nose around the same time when I visited him in Clearwater for Thanksgiving. He is CIA. I suspect they recruited him because they found out that he'd framed me for t----rism--just their kind of guy.
"Ohhhh, You're a Sleeper." ****
Been over this, so I'll try to be brief. Met a woman named Markia in '04 or '05. She was very aggressive. Our meeting was not a coincidence. At one point, as if something she'd been wondering about just dawned on her, she said, "Ohhhh, you're a sleeper. You must have done something wrong." I asked her about it and I think she just blew it off and said something like, "Oh, nothing." I had no idea at the time, so I didn't push it. As I recall, it was at a point at which it would have been very easy for her to distract me and make me forget the comment. This brings me to an important point about something that's gone on quite a bit for the past few years. The CIA made me an unknowing "operative." They tell other operatives who are conscious of what they're doing to have some kind of interaction with me, but they are under the impression that I'm a conscious operative as well, which is exactly what they did with Markia. It's happened several times. They look at me as if they're confused or as if they're in awe of what I'm doing. Trust me, if I knew how to stop and be free of manipulation by them, I would have done it, but what they've been doing is trying to force me to marry a CIA op, like Carrie and the others.
Dim Mak, Touch of Death *****
In 2008, when I happened to catch a Manswers segment about a Kung fu move called Dim Mak, I recognized it because my brother had done it to me a few years earlier. He had the family leave the room, apparently so they wouldn't have to lie later; technically, they weren't "witnesses." After he did it, he stepped into the hallway and said, "It's done." and my dad and sister, and maybe Rick came back into the room.
Let Women Take Over. Guys Can Be Sex Slaves ***
I believe this is the first time I've written of this. When I was living in Columbus from '04 through '06, I dabbled in the T-shirt business for fun. A company called Vantage or Advantage did my printing for me. A guy named Bob Johnson and his wife owned it. She was the artist, he handled sales and operations. He complimented me on my t-shirt idea and while we were talking, out of the blue, he started quasi-lecturing me about how the world would be a better place if we let women take over. He was an old-school salesman and bragged of a "Rolodex that can choke a donkey," so it' no surprise that his main reasoning for "letting women be in charge" was that they can get lots of free grant money from the government for starting a business or whatever. He also tried to explain it by pointing to one or two other criteria, but I don't remember what they were. I hardly knew him and he really took me by surprise. Anyway, other experiences I've had, mainly since Christine Faranda, I guess, indicate to me that there's this conspiracy going on to achieve just that--have guys be sex slaves and let women rule ad hoc--and I also suspect some women may have baited me, drugged me, and thus got me to agree to such a thing, not explaining that it would include a psychological and emotional beat-down by a nationwide group of pansies who agreed to it after making me socially and financially crippled and completely defenseless. They may have referred to it as a revolution. Yes--I have a drug-induced, foggy memory of something about a revolution, for sure. For the record: I have absolutely no problem with women advancing. I worked for women in NY. It was great. Didn't mind one bit. But become a slave, surrender all self-dignity and not try to advance myself?? You are positively smoking some bad crack if you think that is something I would willingly, knowingly, consciously agree to. Not in a million years or a million lifetimes. Dream another dream.
2007
Christine Faranda *****
I met Christine Faranda on line. My experience with her is outlined in detail in three posts accessible on the right side of this blog. After we started dating, she began to display psychotic behavior and tendencies in addition to making comments indicating a connection to my brother. I've come to think that my experience with her was part of the "joke." My brother-in-law, Rick, was behind initiating the joke on me. He's a cop. Christine's father is a cop. You figure it out. Christine apparently made an itemized complaint about me as hinted at by Jeffrey Heightman, (C)IA.
2008
Angry Fat Girls*****
I have to assume that it is because of Faranda and because of my brother framing me for pedophilia that radical feminists, many of whom fit the same physical description, have been harassing me, including one who pointed at me in public and shouted, "He's a sexual predator." No--he is not. He's a straight guy and women come to him. He's a guy the CIA has been setting up for nearly 20 years. Plus, he must have known something was wrong with those women who snuck into his life, like Carrie Plank and Cynthia Green, so, being the smart guy who trusts his instincts that he is, he never married. He'll marry exactly when her wants, not a day sooner.
CIA and Others Don't Like My Blog *****
Several things I've experienced have indicated that political and/or corporate forces are targeting me because of my blog, likely manipulated into it by the CIA. That guard who dropped hints about suspicions of t----rism also dropped a hint to "stay out of the power doors." The timing also indicates this as do other operatives' comments. A couple people in San Francisco have made comments to me about "knowing one's boundaries," one of which came directly after I removed photos from the McCain post. They're doing it because they were able to isolate me. They knew I was already living in enemy territory when I was living with my father at the time. I suspect that these two posts are causing the most problems:
http://communicationbysymbol.blogspot.com/2008/09/1000am-july-30-2008-full-screen-graphic.html
http://communicationbysymbol.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-think-sara-palin-isnt-up-to.html
It's also possible that these two have something to do with it:
http://communicationbysymbol.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-quiet-birthday.html
http://communicationbysymbol.blogspot.com/2008/05/smash.html
I believe this is the reason that these authorities have used very abusive methods to put me under direct mind-control. It's very difficult to explain, but I can do it. Think I'm crazy? Please explain these, then:
Also on this subject, I'd suspected a reason for all of this could be because I sent the McCain post to an editor with the Cleveland Plain Dealer named O'Brian not knowing he was conservative. Could be, but I doubt it.
2009
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 your biometric profile and know all of your likes and dislikes in minute detail. 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?
Coffee Talk With Len Spector & Friends *****
Len Spector was the first operative to approach me directly and drop hints about knowing very private things about my life along with very confusing comments hinting at what this all might be about. He claimed to be from Youngstown. I doubt that's his real name and much of what he said was likely a bunch of lies, but one thing I'll mention from what he said was that he worked for a local fireworks company, BJ Alan, one of the largest fireworks companies in the country, as a traveling scout for new locations. (Sounds funny as I type it.) This all started after my first few blog posts which included this post about the 4th of July. Spector made it a point to mention that the owner of BJ Alan is well connected, including to a few judges. My experience with him and about five of his friends at Borders Books in Niles was the beginning of my ongoing interrogation of much of the past four years. A major part of what I've experienced is to make me feel like I'm always surrounded by the enemy, a big part of which has been sending people at me wearing University of Michigan apparel. One of Spector's buddies was a black guy who always wore a Michigan shirt. He suggested I read a book about some serial killer who raped and dismembered his victims. I haven't yet figured out what the significance of this is. Another of Spector's friends was a very strange cross-eyed fella named Chuck. These people all, including the fat lady, treated me in a very, very patronizing, condescending fashion. Chuck did so and once whispered to me, "You're gonna pay for what you did." Am I, Chuck? What did I do? It doesn't work that way here. It was during this time that I started getting stalked by Neo-Nazis and realized I was constantly being spied on.
I need to add that Spector also made the comment to me, "You know, most people hate life and wish they were dead." I have to think that's significant. We also had a brief discussion about what a political pawn is. He suggested the book, "What Makes Sammy Run?" to me. Well...If you haven't figured it out by now...
Laura McCormick / Neuroplasticicy (Re-Wiring Your Brain) *****
Somehow, when I first made this list, I forgot about Laura McCormick. Laura was a friend of Len Spector's and I saw her a few times at Borders. She lied by saying she was from Niles when she's actually from the Pittsburgh area. Kahtleen Kashay lived in Pittsburgh for a while; calls it "her town." She brought up the subject of neuroplaticity for no apparent reason and even had some photocopied information about it for me. She explained it as "rewiring your brain." It's part of the behavior modification thing. As Spector had, she made comments indicating knowledge of very private things about my life. Laura had a husband at the time who was strangely effeminate. Like Christine Faranda, Laura made a comment about a family member abusing her. She is a complete psycho. When this is all done, I'm going to dedicate a blog to the top 10 most important people in this situation. I hope you're looking forward to that, Laura. Regarding the "re-wiring," you succeeded. I was a very open-minded, tolerant, magnanimous person for pretty much my entire adult life. That has changed. I've learned that women help women. Gays help gays. Black people help black people. Spanish people help Spanish people, etc. You're all right and correct in those actions. Thanks for showing me the way. Rest assured that when he's able to do it, this straight white guy will help absolutely no one but straight white guys.
Political Pawn****
Various covert political groups are playing a manipulation game with me. Spector and I talked about this. Basically, they all kind of compete to coerce you into their ideological thinking through manipulative means and of course track you by GPS. It's really tough to understand unless you're the subject. Like everything else, they do it secretly and I believe they do it mainly to people who are party-independent. I think they actually have set rules that they go by and they actually wear their "colors" for the most part. The Democratic wackos wear blue and the Republican wackos wear red. It's so silly.
Marty Eggert *****
I took some classes in Cleveland in 2007. Actually, it was in Parma Heights, a suburb of Cleveland. Marty was in one of them and never completed the program he was in the class for. During that time, he tried very hard to arrange a relationship between myself and three different women. All three were white. He had aggressively befriended me and was very concerned about finding me a girlfriend despite the fact that we really hardly knew each other. I hadn't figured everything out yet, but I knew something was strange about him. We spoke on the phone occasionally over the next couple of years and some time in 2009, we talked about my coming to Cleveland to go out for a few beers. I was being stalked at the time and I had been suspecting him. I declined on the night out, but he persisted, suggesting we go to a bar he is a regular at, "a German bar." I declined again and he then offered to have a few of his buddies over and the group of us would have a few beers by the fire in his back yard. I declined. Later that year, we spoke again, and I mentioned that I was planning on leaving Ohio. He nearly shouted at me over the phone, "Oh, yeah?! Why you leavin' the state?!" When I told a former NY TV-News associate of mine about this, he said, "Oh, yeah. I did a piece on Neo-Nazis in Ohio. They met in a bar outside of Cleveland." I never let Marty know I was on to him and asked him later, after I'd figured it all out, what bar he was talking about. It was a completely German name like Der Sponknspiel or something like that. It's not this one: http://derbraumeister.com/. I wouldn't be surprised at all to find out that at least one of those women Marty tried to fix me up with had had a mixed relationship in the past. Marty has blonde hair and blues eyes just like the A&E librarians in Stamford Connecticut. Marty had been in the military.
Coleman Professional Services/St. Joseph Medical Center *****
I mentioned Kathleen is working with my family. She set me up for a very unpleasant experience with a mental health professional described in the page above about St. Joseph's Medical Center. I've recently been in contact with Coleman and I have proof that our communications are being interfered with by someone, which very, very, very strongly supports my story about what happened that day.
One way or another, my communication attempts with Coleman Professional Services are being interfered with.
2010
Military Stalking/Enemy of the State ****
The vast majority of the people stalking and harassing me have a had a military background. One insinuated that I'm an "enemy of the state." I couldn't imagine such a thing originating anywhere else than from my brother-in-law, a cop and marine. He once made a comment to my brother, thinking I couldn't hear, saying, "We're taking over." My brother said, "Who? Cops?" Rick shook his head and said, "Military." He used to refer to me as a "god damn liberal" frequently. I used to think, "You don't know what liberal is, dumb-ass."
PSYOPS/Mind Control *****
It's nearly impossible to explain how this works, but I can do it if someone would just listen to me. It's totally dependent on isolating the subject from all authentic human interaction, preventing them from getting a job so they never have anything to do, and then harassing them and tormenting them. When you have absolutely nothing to do and no one to talk to, it's extremely difficult to not fixate on what they do. That's the mind control: they deprive you of anything else to do and make you fixate on what they're doing to you. Also, as Jeffrey Lugert hinted at, a major part of it is keeping the subject constantly frustrated. But there's more to it. Simultaneously, they keep the subject scared shitless and confused by death threats and contradictory input. Another part of it is "neutralizing" the subject, which is difficult to explain, but basically, it destroys your individuality. They do it simply by mimicking or mirroring everything you do--a steady stream of reminders that you are not an individual. This is the main tactics they use to harass on line. This started with Wayne Cardarelli. That combined with the complete loss of privacy makes you a nonperson. It's all quite insidious. It all combines with the intention of making "you" meaning the non-physcial "you," disappear completely and permanently, thus making you a completely controllable zombie, which the dumb-asses absolutely positively fucking failed miserably at with me. Choke on it.
"Anger Issues/Potentially Violent" *****
Throughout my time in San Francisco, the city peace and love, I have been doggedly stalked by operatives, mostly women, who attempt to bait me into displays of anger. Whoever these people are or whatever their manufactured, unreal "authority" which which I don't recognize is, I've figured out the nature of it. When you get someone in that position, you can use it to abuse the shit out them because they're afraid to retaliate. They take each manufactured instance and somehow put it in the super secret file. Count on this, bitches: justice will be served. This shit's been happening for quite some time. In fact, when Marc Greece at A&E Networks harassed me into sending an e-mail they fired me for, I called Jenny Hardy to inquire, not knowing at the time that what Marc had done was intentional. On that call, she made a comment to me about "anger issues." I see the scam, motherfuckers. I see it.
Brothers*****
Occasionally, a guy will approach me and ask about my height or something and very purposefully refer to me as "brother." Again: they know who I am and where I am, but I don't know who they are. It is extremely disturbing. I don't know why they're calling me brother, but the vast majority of them appear to be living fine lives with homes and clean clothes, etc. I wish you guys would please stop doing it because all it does is screw with my head. I am not a willing participant.
"Your whole life is an experiment." **
I've been forced to research a bunch of crazy shit and one thing I came across was something about desperate mothers "selling" their babies to the CIA. Yep--sounds totally ridiculous, I know. My biological mother is a complete wack-job radical feminist, though. I think there are other reasons those involved are experimenting on me, but I have to mention this because the woman on the left in this video clearly made the comment to me, "Your whole life is an experiment."
Genealogical Frankenstein
Also regarding the life-long experiment, I've come to suspect that some mad-scientist anthropologist or psychiatrist/psychologist had the idea, some time in the mid 1800s maybe, to employ women to become pregnant by a select group of men possibly from disparate social, economic, or behavioral backgrounds and then do the same thing for X number of generations while conducting an ongoing study of what comes out. I believe I mentioned that one of these operatives approached me recently and made a comment about the ability to recognize and follow patterns being something highly important in the survival of a species. I've noticed patterns that go back to my college days.
Steal a Fortune
Simultaneously, while conducting the Frankenstein experiment, one could include some very, very wealthy individuals with intent of consolidating those riches in one person generations down the line and then set them up the way I'm being set up. I hate to think my mother would be part of that, but it's possible.
Psych Experiment/Study *****
I suspect that there are a number of different studies being done on me.
- Human-computer Interaction or "User Experience"
Tried to Turn Me Gay *****
Back in the 40s or 50s, conservative establishment psychiatry came up with conversion therapy meant to "cure" homosexuals. It's perfectly possible to do the reverse; just do the reciprocal of the process. A network of gay and radical-feminists actually tried to do that to me............
Schadenfreude *****
This is critically important in my situation. I mentioned something about the Revenge-of-the-Nerds group. I suspect that there is a covert network of folks who simply feel that they have been disenfranchised unfairly and target people whom they feel have a combination of "unfair" advantages. The epitome of the term, "haters." My brother is part of this and it's possible that there's also a group of short people targeting tall people. The heat I catch in this regard is very intense. Schadenfreude fuckin' rains on me. Ok, then. So be it. I've spent a lifetime feeling sorry for these sorry asses that can't stand me for my confidence and ambition. I've tried to be magnanimous. It's very much a real thing and includes a t-shirt printer I worked with in Columbus. Not Vantage. This guy did my Heisman shirts. He was short and just like my brother in attitude, etc. Pissed off at the world because he's short. He made some comments that I know see indicate that my brother had contacted him. He just turned into a real asshole about midway through our interaction after making a comment or two about height. He's absolutely part of this. This was after the tracking implant--the summer of '06. This guy liked bragging about taking trips to California and renting Harleys. He also road dirt bikes. He had a 2-door Jag at the time. I can't explain what a prick he turned into quite suddenly a few days after I met him. I distinctly recall wondering why that happened.
I don't recall his name and I can't figure out exactly where his office was, but I can narrow it down. It was north of 270 on a road that ran east to west and was in an industrial/office complex that was kind of set back on the north side of that road. There's a Dairy Queen at the nearest main corner. (Why no DQ in SF? Haven't figured that one out yet.) I want to say it was the corner of High Street, but I'm not sure. I don't recall whether he did screen-prints at all because he specialized in heat-transfers to various promotional items including t-shirts, coffee mugs, mouse pads, etc. I think the height thing is probably a coincidence, but I guarantee you my brother got to this guy.*****
Yep--R. Myers sounds right. I would guess the first name is Rick, which sounds right too--Rick Myers...of course. Complete fucking weaselly little con-artist scumbag just wike wittle Joey. I mean, it is truly an amazing coincidence because my brother and this guy are like long lost fraternal twins.
Don't hate.
Finally, these are the things I've been compelled to suspect on very ambiguous evidence. I think I have vague foggy memories of someone getting me drunk and/or drugging me and getting me to agree to these and/or I've come to these crazy conclusions from my experience over the past four years and/or someone dropped a hint directly suggesting them. I did not include "Let Women Take Over" here because my experience suggesting it was so real and direct and I know approximately when it happened. The main reason I make this list separately is because they all go categorically and I'm not really sure when many of them started, though I suspect The Truman Show started as far back as '03. It's really important to note that they do it to people they deem an easy target and/or who have been fingered by someone. They can't do it unless they can make you destitute and isolate you so you never have anything to do or anyone who isn't aware of it to have a normal conversation with. Yep--mostly total wacko stuff:
Revenge of the Nerds ****
My collective experiences and hints from others suggest that what has been happening to me is a planned conspiracy by people who feel they got picked on too much in school and are unfairly disenfranchised by people they perceive as having an unfair set of advantages. As I said, I'm not sure when these started, but I suspect this one may go all the way back to the early 90s, starting when I was a student at OSU where I also used to get harassed regularly and quite overtly by gay guys.
Truman Show *****
It has been suggested to me that my life has been made into a Truman Show. My brother absolutely is involved in this. The violation of my privacy made evident by total strangers making comments referring to very private things about my life support this.
Return of the Jedi **
Among the things that I suspect I was gotten drunk and made to, this is the silliest one of them all. Throughout this experience, I've run into people who kind of nod at me with a purposeful look or strike up a brief conversation with a familiarity indicating we're in the same situation. Some of these guys always want to engage in deep philosophical political issues. Many have been other homeless people. Also, another thing a number of different ones have done to me just to screw with my head is play R2-D2 sounds on their phone. My brother-in-law warned me once, "Get married or the CIA will make you a slave." Well, maybe that's what this is, but I also think CIA ops got me drunk and offered me to be part of this roaming group that is meant to act as mediating peace-keepers and actually pitched it to me as being a Jedi. Crazy, right? I know. But what they've done to me is designed to drive the subject insane and it forces you to consider every single possibility. I'll point you to another one of these guys that probably needs the same help I do. He's black and around 6', 2", maybe. He wears a kind of cowboy/safari hat and an open vest and a wide gold bracelet. He's around 50. I've seen him at Peet's at Turk & Van Ness. He puts honey in his coffee. At one point, when I made a significant move that had an immediate effect on what was happening, I saw him the next day and he kind of looked at me and smiled and nodded his head in approval. Incidentally, if this single-guys-must-be-slaves thing is an American thing only, as I've said before, pay me for my trouble and I'll go. You motherfuckers dare keep throwing "justice" in my face? We'll see.
Quitters Inc. ****
People who are aware of what's happening to me have dropped hints along the way. Not long ago, someone dropped a hint about Quitters Inc., a Stephen King story. I've posted about this previously as well. While what I've experienced hasn't included any severed digits, I had suspected prior to getting this hint that the people stalking me were using abusive psychological means to break me of "bad habits" like smoking and drinking, neither of which I've ever had a problem with and which I'll continue to do at my sole discretion. When I read the synopsis of Quitters Inc., it only confirmed what I'd suspected. Again, because I have no recollection of agreeing to such a thing--and I generally have an excellent memory--I am forced to conclude that the people who did it got me drunk and/or drugged me into a semi-conscious state and got me to agree--a contract that is therefore invalid. I should mention here that it's the CIA setting up nearly all of this stuff.
Be A Slave for 10 Years, Then Have Total Freedom ***
Got me drunk, offered deal of my being a "slave" for 10 years and being "completely free" after that.
Isolation Experiment ***
Got me drunk, offered me X amount of money to be the subject of an isolation experiment. Said it was very difficult and that I would be begging them to stop, which has happened at time.
Fearless and Guaranteed Success ***
Again, got me drunk and/or drugged me and got me to agree to some kind of grueling process that makes the person completely fearless and guarantees they will be very successful. I think this might go together with...
Enlightenment/Rebirth ***
This might be part of the above. In fact, it's possible that a number of these things are tied together. Something about a process that educates one about truths that aren't commonly know. A person in SF dropped a hint to me about this. I have an excellent memory. If I wasn't drunk at the time, I would surely remember agreeing to all of these things clearly. I suspect Len Spector had something to do with these as do I suspect that Italian girl, Paola, who said, "You must complete the process," did as well. I think this "process" may be at the root of much of what I'm experiencing.
Make You a Genius***
I almost forgot this one. I think it's possible that this and the previous two items all came together under the same offer. Again, I was drunk and the offer was to go through some kind of grueling process that turns the subject into a genius. I can see where that might be the case with all the contradictory information and ambiguous clues. It makes you think really hard and fast but it also makes you kind of a mindless computer. I have a very vague recollection of saying, "I'll do them all at the same time," but I also have a very vague recollection of someone laughing smugly and saying, "You won't remember this conversation."
Rags to Riches Game ****
I think this has to do with my being heir to a massive fortune. They offered me a choice: take X amount of money per year starting then--may have been $100k--or play a game for 10 years and get a massive pay-off that's much great than the sum of the rest of my life at $100k/year. I think there was a choice of games and I took a "rags to riches" thing. To those involved in that, I like having a bed currently, but must notify you that I've spoken with several people who prefer to live on the street. It's not hard to figure out why. It's no party in there. Also, some have suggested that the "rags" part must include begging on the street. I've done it twice. That's enough. I should mention here that I've suspected Faranda has something to do with this. She was a big fan of the movie, Trading Places and insisted we watch it. I'm betting there must be some significance in that.
Favorite Movies and Books/Google Profile **
This is something I have not touched on previously. I have gathered that my experiences are very similar to books and movies I listed as favorites on my original profile accompanying my other Google blog. Most horrifyingly, 1984 and certain aspects of Brave New World that are impossible to prove are part of this. (They transmit information into my head while I'm sleeping.) Suggestions of redemption are rather common, too. Shawshank Redemption was listed on my profile, as was North by Northwest, AngelHeart, and The Matrix. I am positively not seeking redemption--for anything. I mentioned Star Wars hints by operatives earlier--that may be because of this as well as it was likely on my list as was Fight Club, which I suspect I've experienced a psychological/verbal version of, though I don't recall agreeing to something like that. As crazy as it sounds, I feel like I'm experiencing very similar scenarios to all of those films and maybe a few others. The U.S. Military has an association with Google and as I've mentioned, many of those stalking, harassing, and interrogating me have indicated a military background. PSYOPS is a big part of all this. So what I'm suggesting is a kind of maniacal, ironic Twilight-Zone retribution that is actually political persecution, ie, "Oh, yeah? Like those movies? We can make it that way for ya..." But most importantly...
Vanilla Sky/Lucid Dream ***
I've mentioned before that someone mentioned something about a password at one point, but I've forgotten what it is. It's also been suggested that what I'm experiencing is a lucid dream similar to that depicted in the movie, Vanilla Sky, which is among my favorites. I'm not laid out in a coldly furnished metal room somewhere with my head hooked up to a computer though. Everything is happening, but if it is a "lucid dream," it is carried out by actors and actresses and via online manipulation. So, it's more of a charade, but my experience at that airport with my mother in 2003 was no charade. Not one bit. This point is really far-fetched, but someone did ask me recently, "Lookin' for a cancellation password?" Of course, the password thing could be part of one of the other games being played with me. Think I'm crazy? Read this: http://communicationbysymbol.blogspot.com/2013/01/stalking-complaint-filed-against.html
Minority Report
I've never seen this film, but someone mentioned it to me recently and, lo and behold, a copy of a recent New Yorker magazine with an article about NSA counter-terrorism measures and privacy which mentions the film popped up in a place where I am--trust me on this--one of a select very few likely to pick it up. I've mentioned that these people seem to know what I'm going to do before I do it. I've mentioned that someone mentioned something to me about "remote viewing." I've mentioned that covert operatives are constantly approaching me in public and attempting to provoke me to displays of anger or otherwise set me up. The "pattern" of these things occurring shortly after I post something on the internet the people behind all of this don't like has become very obvious. Recently, I commented on major news-website articles about NSA and privacy and mentioned the CIA. Someone who I trust said to me a few months ago, "It's the CIA that's setting you up." I first posted on the NSA articles in the morning earlier this week--it was either Monday or Tuesday. Late in the morning Tuesday, I arrived at PAES in San Francisco for one of the two weekly group activities required to retain my general assistance benefits. A black woman ran in the door behind me, frantically rushed through the security checkpoint, and requested that I hold the elevator so she could get on with me. The building has 2 floors. After we got in the elevator, facing forward, she said, "You ain't gettin' none of it." I asked her what she was talking about. The door opened and she ran to the check-in desk and accused me of harassing her. The guy behind the desk, who is familiar with me, glanced at me, glanced back at her, and shook his head and laughed dismissively. It was beautiful. When my group facilitator called us in, she was still in the waiting room. No, you stupid fucking bitch, or whoever it is controlling her--I'll get every single fucking dime.
I suspect that again, as other things I've described here, some people got me drunk and or drugged me, and offered me a great deal of money to be the subject of an experiment to stop crime before it happens. Watch Minority Report and add it up for yourself.
There is a good reason all of this, which Reverend David Plank of Palatine Bridge New York, formally of Long Island, fingered me for.
The Game / Event Horizon
A more accurate analogy, then, for what's happening to me is the Michael Douglas film, The Game, which has as its basic premise exactly that which is described above. A company called CRS, short for Consumer Recreation Services will conduct just such a charade on a person. In the movie, the actors who carry out the charade are actually employees of the company. It's all supposed to be for the subject's benefit. It reminds of when crazy K-2, my wack-job biological mother, said, as she warmly caressed a copy of Dreams From My Father, "It's for your own good, John." I'm pretty sure this all started before that, though. I'd suspected this movie connection quite some time ago, but it was all too disturbing and seemingly far-fetched to delve any more into it. A recent encounter and subsequent research are making me wish I'd done it long ago.
Over the last few nights, I coincidentally ended up running into a very dystopian-minded guy named Ben who loves to talk about society and politics and even tried to push several different psychotropic drugs on me. He made a strange show of being very angry about society in general and described a situation very similar to mine in which his former co-workers had access to his e-mail account and tormented him by making references to things in his e-mails. White guy, buzzed blonde hair, deep-set grey eyes, rimless glasses, black/brown/gray camouflage pants, brown/green Timberlands. He also brought up the movie, The Game, mentioning that the goal of the game is figure out the goal of the game. I've only seen bits and pieces of the movie, so I don't know. Dude recited the agents' first speech to Neo in the Matrix by heart.
Oh, yeah...Ben, or whatever his name is, who has a background in I.T. also brought up, completely out of the blue, the issue of pattern recognition. I've noticed and, I believe, mentioned somewhere in this blog that pattern recognition is part of this nightmarish experience I've been through. That was right before he started telling me how great the drugs are, trying to convince me that I must be insane. He went on to say that pattern recognition is a valuable trait in a species and helps in extending the life of that species. As I've mentioned, it has been directly suggested to me that my entire life is an experiment.
Because of my meeting with Ben, as was probably his intention, I went and dug further into the background of the makers of The Game. The film was directed by David Fincher. Written by John Brancato and Michael Ferris, along with Andrew Kevin Walker. The film was produced by Steve Golin and Cean Chaffin. These people are associated with a number of similar psychologically twisted, screw-with-your-head, anti-social, cyber-terror-related films such as, but not limited to, Panic Room, The Net, Fight Club (mentioned above), Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Kalifornia, and Wild at Heart. Mindwarp: "In the future, computers will provide any fantasy you desire, and make reality a nightmare." The Mindwarp wikipedia page includes this information: "In contrast to Fangoria's immersion in the horror film genre, this movie is science fiction - although some elements are extremely gory and emotionally shocking." Also, there's Brainscan, Hideaway, and 8mm, all worked on by Mr. Walker.
So, I wish I'd have looked into this much sooner. If I had and found this link then, perhaps all of this would be done. If you've been following, you'll recall that in one of my posts about Christine Faranda, I wrote of how when I went to visit my brother in Florida, he had suggested we watch Behind Enemy Lines with Owen Wilson. It wasn't the only movie he suggested. I have pointed out that part of the apparent goal of all of this is severe mental and emotional abuse by way of exposure to traumatic imagery, as proven by screenshots of video links that pop up on the side of Youtube pages that don't fit with the main video on that page. Remember? Stuff about the Nazi holocaust mixed in with Luna videos, etc? Well, when I went to visit Joey, late at night before he went to bed, he suggested I watch Event Horizon. It sounded interesting, so I watched it. It fits right in with the description above, except it's set in space. This movie has some of the most disturbing imagery I've ever seen, done in very short clips of bloody gore. One shot looked like a bloody arm was being rammed into someone's mouth. The clips were extremely short, though, so it's difficult to tell exactly what you're seeing. It occurs to me that the whole point of making the clips so short is to make you pay very close attention, thus increasing the psychological impact of the images. After the image, you keep wondering, "What was that, exactly?," going over the image in your mind. It's akin to ambiguity, which I've mentioned quite a bit here, isn't it?
Event Horizon was re-written by Mr. Walker.
Mr. Golin is the founder of Anonymous Content LLP. Interesting.
Then again, the most disturbing--and worthless--film I've ever seen is called The Ring. It's nothing more than a clip-show of very disturbing images including one of someone intentionally pressing a small nail through the tip of their finger. Yeah--it sticks with ya. Guess who I watched that one with.
Christine Faranda. Her DVD. Her suggestion.
Oh, and lest I forget, Mssrs. Broncato and Ferris also wrote the script for Surrogates. Explore on your own.
Gamer
I'm not sure that the makers of the movie, Gamer are connected to the folks from The Game, but it most definitely needs to be mentioned here because it's description is quite what I've suspected for some time. The tagline for Gamer is "Who's Playing You?" Ruminating over that exact point has been a major part of my experience. The tagline for The Game, which I didn't notice until yesterday, is even more important, though: "Players Wanted." I've mentioned that I have some very foggy memories of encounters with people involved, mostly in bars. Long before I read that tagline, I'd had the memory of a guy sitting next to me in a bar and asking, "Are you a player?" I said that I wasn't. He said, "Oh, come on, yeah ya are." I said, "No, I don't even know what a "player" is. I just hustle my ass off." They got me drunk and probably drugged me. That was in New York. They look for easy targets who are alone. I suspect it's connected to the Revenge of the Nerds thing--they're way of getting back at ambitious guys to whom women pay attention. Awwwwwwwe.
I just read the wiki page on Gamer in full. There are a number of aspects of this film common to my experience and claims on this blog and in e-mails that never reach their destinations:
I have indicated that these people can read my mind and control my decisions and actions without my knowing it.
I have mentioned repeatedly that I have no privacy whatsoever.
I mentioned above that I am the subject of a Truman Show.
I have indicated that I have mind-control/mind-reading/GPS-tracking implants
I have indicated that the goal is to drive me to an act of violence.I am forced to conclude that there's more than one or two movies out there that are portrayed as fiction but are actually based on something quite real that is being kept secret. The Game, for sure. No doubt about it.
I have indicated that by way of psychological manipulation, I was put in a state in which I was afraid to respond defensively, as is my right, to these strangers stalking me.
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It's been indicated to me that I've been framed for and/or accused of some serious things, yet I've never been arrested. I was adopted as an infant. One of the operatives who is knowledgeable of the situation made the comment to me, "It's your siblings that are doing this to you." (Carol at Turk and Gough) Recently, a guy at the shelter who is about the twentieth person to give me the thus-far worthless clue, "chef", also made a cryptic comment about cloning. The movie, Surrogates, mentioned above, involves cloning. Yesterday, while I was crossing the street, some black guy passed me and said very loudly to no one in particular, making physical theatrics as he walked, "He's got a twin and he doesn't even know it." All things considered, it's not that far-fetched. In fact, it would explain a lot. Carol was only partly right, though. It's not only my half-siblings doing this. It's also my cousins and maybe and aunt or uncle or 2 as well.
S.W. Straus
Nature vs. Nurture Experiment
If I do, in fact, have a twin, it would make this possibility that much more credible. Want to do a study of nature vs. nurture? What better way could there be than to separate a couple of twins at birth and study their lives? Because of the height, I would think that if I had a twin, it should be relatively easy to confirm that. I have an e-mail from Kathleen Kashay, a psychotic radical feminist who absolutely is not my mother, in which she indicates having knowledge that I was "living in an ally in the Mission" in San Francisco, which, of course, never has been the case, but whatever her information sources are, it was a pretty good guess. I lived out of a van on Turk street near Gough for three years until the van didn't pass smog. It's no where near the Mission. Kathleen Kashay, please pay close attention: I am going to stand up and smile broadly when the walk you out in cuffs.
The Black and White of It
People in black and white stripes, and/or sometimes another black-white pattern, show up mainly, but not only, in places where I may not be under the view of security cameras or, more likely, at any place whose cameras are not hooked into the system that facilitates The Truman Show. A pawn shop, a manicure salon, a retails outlet's fitting room, etc. Anywhere I might have some privacy. They often ask intrusive questions that are none of their business, such as, "Which bus are you waiting for?" It's a completely inappropriate question from a stranger to a stranger and my answer will always be "None of your business." That exact scenario happened yesterday. I have video of the woman. After I told her it's none of her business and that it was an inappropriate question, she quickly pulled out her iPhone and tap-tap-tapped something with a smirk on her face and actually tried to start a conversation with another person at the stop about how it was an appropriate question. When I was wrapped tight in the mind-control, I gave into such intrusiveness. I've come to conclude that these people play some sort of referee-type role in The Game. I've been seeing them a lot over the past couple weeks, which is odd because it has been indicated to me quite clearly that I won. Either way, memo to them: Mind your own fucking business.
Zynga
One night out at a bar, I ran into a group of five or six individuals associated with Zynga. When I entered, there was a single seat open at the bar. I took it and the man and woman on my right just happened to be talking about something that interested me. One of them said they were from Ohio. Both are their main ways they bait you. I've mentioned previously that there have been instances in which I entered a bar, there was a single seat available, I took it, and the person seated immediately next to me turned out to be a part of "The Game." We started talking and they were friendly at first. They invited me to sit with their friends who were already seated at a table in the lounge. Throughout the encounter, they all acted kind of strange, mainly with the goal of keeping me confused. For instance, at more than one point, two or three of them jumped up and changed seats while they questioned me. At the time, I wasn't even close to having everything figured out. All I knew for sure at the time is that my brother had framed me and I'd been a target for Neo-Nazis for 20 years. I also thought I was being targeted because of my blog, which I know is true. I knew I'd been put under mind control, but I don't think I'd even considered "The Game" at the time, and definitely not "Gamers," which I discovered only recently. (We'll talk about the word, discover and Mr. Columbus later. Simply put, "discover" is a relative term. Christopher Columbus positively did discover America--more-so than anyone else.) There were about six of them total and they were trying to keep me intimidated throughout the conversation, but at one point, the very androgynous one who was trying to change gender in one direction or the other (It wasn't really clear which.) with the altered voice said, "How much do you want to stop doing what you're doing?" I wasn't sure what he was talking about at first, but the next day, it became clear that this was shortly after the time I'd broken out of the fear part of the mind-control and started getting video of people and most importantly license plates of those involved. My goal by getting the video, though, was in the hopes of authorities pursuing it and nothing else, so I wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about, which was also because other confusing aspects of the stalking were still going on strong at the time. We settled on $10 million. I scoffed at one. He said something about hiring me and stock options and other bennies but made no firm offer. The next day I looked at their website. I don't think I even applied. I had an uncle who wasn't the greatest guy (He was a gay pedophile priest. I suspect that my mentioning to my siblings that I figured this out is additional motivation for their attack on me.), but he was well educated and he was very smart. When I told him I was moving to New York, he said, "Well, you have to trust your instincts." I took those words to heart, probably because he was the only person in my family who offered heart-felt, sincere congratulations to me upon my graduation from college (probably because he had a Master's or two.) Either way, my instincts tell me that a bunch of twisted pricks from a gaming company trying to keep me intimidated and confused and taking part in an encounter that matched disturbing ones dominating my life for the past few years are not a group I should work for regardless of the amount offered. I guess I should point out that I'm pretty sure that the guy who made the offer said he was no longer with the company, but had been one of the founders. I believe the encounter was in Fall '11 or Winter '12 in the lounge at the St. Francis Hotel.
U.S. Breaking Up / Secret Civil War
Another thing I've been forced to suspect from my experiences and other research to a degree is that the U.S. has secretly broken up into regions, or maybe some states have unofficially seceded, like maybe the socialist republic of Kalifornia. This idiot, Aaron, who walks around with the license plate on his back-pack, said to me that every state has requested to secede. I'm not going to waste my time researching that assertion (The straw-man video is quite insulting, by the way.) He also tried to tell me that thing about the red number on the back of your S.S. card. Oye. It says to only use the first three digits. How could there only be 1,000 accounts for the entire country? When I posed that question to him, he had no answer. I didn't come here for political indoctrination. If you want to tell me some crazy-sounding political secret, it had better be air-tight. The SS red number thing is the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard. And don't try and change all the blog-posts to not say "first three digits!" It's too late. I blew that one up.
The fact is, I came here because I was being stalked by Neo-Nazis, but I've since been forced to suspect that I've become a captive in an ideological secret civil war going on, something I never agreed to be part of. All sides play by the same rules and I am forced to suspect that it is actually representatives of the city of San Francisco or the state of California intercepting my communications. I suspect that there are some involved who are from outside the state who try to drop me secret messages. Jesus fucking Christ, I AM NOT A WILLING PARTICIPANT. I am forced to suspect that I got dragged into this by way of being gotten drunk and drugged as well. There are others who walk by and make secret comments to me occasionally. There are three guys who walk by BK every morning with coffee. I think it's two white guys and tall black guy. You've seen them in Peet's. As I was passing them on the sidewalk one day after I'd posted something significant on line, the tall one said to me, "It's civil war." You have no idea who you're talking to. Of course, neither did I until recently. I think this is all tied in with a secret attempt at a socialist revolution which kind of goes hand-in-hand with the Revenge of the Nerds thing. I've never been anything close to rich, so I have to suspect that they target people they perceive as having an unfair set of advantages. I'm not going to discuss the ramifications of the union breaking up or secession because I know part of the goal of it all is to bait me into doing just that. I'm tired of this dumb-ass charade.
If I'm right about the secret civil war thing, someone from New York please save me. Offering me extra food at the shelter doesn't help. I need an estate attorney in NY. I would make a fantastic copy-editor/proofreader. I'll just need a month's advance on salary. Not a bonus--just an advance.
The Royal Game ***
I'd been spending a lot of time at Borders Cafe in '08 and '09 when all this started, and at one point there was a couple there who weren't regulars playing chess; a white guy and a black woman. We started talking and the guy and I traded e-mails about chess. He said, "Sure, I'd be happy to help you with The Royal Game." Sounded like a hint so I looked it up and sure enough, there's a short story by that title. The synopsis sounds a lot like what I've experienced, at least the isolation and interrogation part anyway.
Apply to the White House / Superman Thing ****
This list is just me addressing every single thing I've considered while these extremist political operatives have been harassing the shit out of me without explanation, so, in the name of not leaving any stones unturned, I can't leave this one out. After Barack Obama first took office in '09, the White House published an ad looking for employees. It probably slipped under your radar, but it's true, I swear. Refreshingly populist, no? It had some kind of brief message about looking for good people or something like that and said all are welcome to apply. I believe I applied with this message:
Need a writer? Check out my blog: http://communicationbysymbol.blogspot.com/The link may have been to a specific post, like, maybe, "Alex, Cried Wolf," which doesn't portray left-leaning MSNBC in a very nice light. Or maybe it was "Memo to John McCain." Not sure. I have a good memory, but, shit. Like other things, the timing of my "application" coincided with everything going downhill for me and, as I've mentioned, a substantial number of operatives are clearly liberal extremists and some--most of whom are black--even made comments indicating they are working directly at the behest of the President, one making a comment about "bossing around 50-year-old white guys all day." I believe the first thing Len Spector asked me was whether or not I know who Timothy Geithner is. Some have suggested that I am "Obama's player" and that he and his liberal thugs are whipping me into shape in the way one might train a pit-bull, by keeping me constantly irritated and frustrated while at the same time forcing me to study politics by way of a manufactured state of horror in which I'm being attacked by various political factions. It's been suggested that it's some kind of Superman contest. Someone else dropped a hint about it being an endurance contest (Helen, no less), which I assume is part of the Superman thing. They've suggested that they're "helping me grow." Awwwwwe. That's so sweet. Make of it what you will. I know a few things for sure: my brother framed me for t----rism and airport security molested my dying, partially paralyzed mother in her wheelchair. I have no privacy, I'm being tracked by GPS, and my life has systematically been completely destroyed. I don't really give a shit about anything or anybody else. Wittle Joey wants my attention. He's got it. Treating me like a dog is a bad idea and I'll repeat here that the lowest common denominator in the situation is "John getting played." Okay.
Kathleen Fraudulently Signed Me Up For Secret Service Training ****
and much of this is a part of that. Like hers and my family's motivation for everything else they've done working in collusion, and maybe along with a certain high-ranking government official, the goal is to...
Stop me from inheriting the estate... ****
it has been suggested I am the sole heir to. They systematically forced me into a situation in which I have no one I can trust. This was also the Plank's motivation in originally baiting me surreptitiously as it was for those other women including the soap-opera actress I made a suck-ass promotional video for to whom Carrie made a comment about "knowing what she's up to." Kathleen's goal was to get me institutionalized, a common way to accomplish this goal. Signing me up for Secret Service is a fantastic back-up plan. She recruited my immediate family to help her. I should also mention here that Kathleen is a white-male-bashing radical feminist.
That is very close to covering all the major points.
Oh, and I think there may have been one other movie in my Google profile: Total Recall
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I think I prefaced this with enough material. It's the CIA that's turned all these groups against me, set me up 12 different ways, got me into all these games, experiments, and studies. If you can't figure out how they do it or you're just incredulous about it, consider yourself lucky. They get away with it because they know no one will believe it. That's how they do it. They do nothing that might be detected. They've gotten away with it because they were able to isolate me. They're doing it mainly at the behest of Reverend David Plank of Palatine Bridge, NY. My brother is CIA and that's where he got the GPS tracking device he put in my foot and the knock-out gas disguised as an asthma inhaler which he used to knock me out to do it.***** A child with a new toy. Guess what? He has asthma, so no one would ever think twice about him carrying it. They probably make it disguised as anything that sprays, but that one's perfect for wittle Joey. The difference is that it doesn't just spray individual pumps. He held it down and sprayed it continuously. I was facing the opposite direction. He called me as if it was urgent. I turned around and he immediately sprayed it right up my nose. I think his boyfriend, Jeff caught me and made a comment about my weight while I was going down. Rick may have been there, too.
Regarding all the experiments and studies, I suspect that it is a regular practice for those conducting them to find victims via an established system. I'm sure I'm not the only one now and especially not in the past. They look for easy targets, which I was in '08 when I was living with dad in Niles when all of this started. They're provided with an itemized data-base to pick and choose from, each person having a meticulous biometric file and life history. It's probably a relatively large and diverse group, so whatever a need some self-important, maniacal psychologist might have, they'll find the perfect fit.
While completing this post in its quasi-time-line form, I can see that the story is much more convincing this way than as a bunch of posts scattered throughout this blog and I will publish it and promote it if someone doesn't acknowledge me real fucking soon.
And by the way, if I'm not mistaken, "Math," my little salamander neighbor under bed #3, may have delivered a little death-threat to me as well. Not sure. If so, good god, what do I have to do to coax you into doing it??!! (These moments remind of Spector's comment about most people hating life and wishing they were dead.)
Since writing this post, I've learned to whom it is that I am heir. I am not a willing participant and the lowest common denominator is still "John getting played."
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This is a great example of how "they," whoever they are, "communicate" with me and fuck with my head. This appeared on my Linkedin homepage immediately after I published this post:
As far as I know, I do not have a boss. I am a hapless victim because I apparently stand to inherit billions.
I should make it clear here that the active harassment etc has mostly ended, except on line. For the past couple months, it's been this waiting game in which I've been constantly teased by suggestions of a soon-to-come consummation of everything. Hasn't happened, mother-fuckers and I'm sick of being teased. The game has transitioned into a tortuous waiting game, day after day, teasing me with an impending end that never comes. It must end. Tomorrow is most fucking definitely it. If I have to head back to the homeless shelter again tomorrow, before doing so, I'll post what I now know about my family on CBS--both sides.
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I'm going to add video etc, here as I had been in a previous post:
Here's a video compilation of one of these guys clearly acting guilty:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ziy2S67tHI&feature=c4-overview&list=UUPfoYA7_xi6aGFtPfWHGwVw
A major part of what's going on is to keep everything very ambiguous and deny me any confirmation. Yesterday, a guy walked up to a the guy in the bunk next to mine at the homeless shelter I'm staying in and said, under the impression that I couldn't hear him, "He's in the game." My neighbor shot me a quick glance but also didn't know I was aware of it.
Jose is the main numb-nut pussy fucking with me lately. Scott and the guy who's name I didn't get are part of it as well. Jose recruited the mysterious fella known only as T to help him yesterday:
Whatever I'm being trained, recruited, or tested for, I'm not going to do.
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