When I was working in television there was a great cartoon that got passed around regarding the industry. It depicted a pair of surgeons in the midst of an operation. A monitor displaying a human skull and brain could be seen in the background. The surgeons stood on opposite sides of the table, one with his back to you and the other facing you. The one facing you is clearly jittery with a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead toward eyes touched by anxiety. The other guy says, "Relax, man. It's not television." That's the great thing about my crazy story. Once you understand all the elements, players, and motivations involved, it's not really that difficult to connect the dots, at least not for me. In truth, My story, Volume I isn't nearly as good from a prose standpoint as I'd like it to be, but I do need to get it done, so... it's just not going to be the best writing.
When it got down to the final weeks before I left town, I considered looking up hotels and making a reservation or two on-line, but I knew that they were (and still are) watching all of my internet activity. That's been a common thread of principle for me throughout this process: the whole thing is such an egregious invasion of privacy that if nothing else, I would fight for every shred of privacy I could along the way. It was one of the few things I could do. Of course, one of the many catch-22 aspects of this post-9/11, Patriot Act paranoia-empowered right-wing fundamentalist campaign against civil rights is that if you defend, or even show an interest in maintaining privacy, they are going to twist it into "having something to hide" and therefore and indication of possible guilt. (One of the central goals of the psychological control aspect of gangstalking is making the T.I. feel guilty.) It's not as bad as the extent to which they've exploited the word, "patriot", but that's a book in itself. (They're so blatant in their twisted rhetoric that it is truly insulting.) Anyway, since I've been made to feel that my livelihood has been directly threatened and that escaping that town effectively was task #1, and for privacy's sake, I decided not to book any hotel stays on-line.
It turned out they knew I was leaving anyway, as was indicated to me by the Starbucks employee in that town who was one of my main stalkers. After I filed a complaint with the company's website, he did tone down his rhetoric a bit. The direct insults with intimidating tone such as, "Hey, man. What's up? Chillin' like a villain?", stopped, but he continued to drop hints meant for me to overhear, as he did that drizzly morning when he said very loudly to a drive-thru customer after he'd indicated to me that he knew I was leaving, "Yeah, we can read your mind, too." (I've got all the details. All of them.) Of course, my sister is a cop and she'd been to the house lately and surely noticed the boxes of my clothes and things I wasn't taking, and that a lot of my personal things weren't in my room.
It is common speculation among T.I.s that gangstalkers use video and audio surveillance in the T.I.'s home, which wouldn't be much of a stretch at all in my case since sis had easy access to my room. I was living with my ailing father who was also part of the big plan. Did I mention sis and her husband are both cops? Toss in their motives and all the hints regarding things that occurred in my room that had been dropped to me both my co-worker stalkers and my public stalkers and it becomes pretty obvious that I was under constant video and audio surveillance there. During my mother's illness, my sister actually said to me...me... in the midst of an argument, with the venomous, melodramatic, theatrically exaggerated, borderline psychotic, angry tone and twisted expression that only she could muster, "I could crush you." I mean, she half-hissed it. Alllllright sis... cool your jets. You've done well.
Oh, yeah... there was also an "intake person" from the local sheriff's department living across the street (She moved in right around the same time Wilfred Brimley joined the security force for something to do at midnight.) watching my every move as well. It was cute how she acted like she didn't know my brother-in-law was a cop in town when I was talking to her one day and he pulled in my dad's driveway. She was cute, and kind of resembled my x-girlfriend. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not. And when I say "resembled", I mean in regard to very general features like skin tone, hair color, and build. I would never, ever, if someone asked me to describe sheriff's intake girl, say that she was like Gwenyth Paltrow with a touch of Sissy Spacik, as I used to do with Carrie. This girl wasn't even in the same league. Not...even...close. The point is, she surely noticed that over the course of the week and a half before I left, I'd been carrying one cardboard filebox out to my car at a time. I had my stuff in those boxes.
So, anyway, it's not as much a mind-reading thing as it is exploitation of illegal surveillance and just one aspect of the outright abuse of power that enabled that Starbucks-employee stalker guy know that I was on my way out of town that morning. (I need to take a moment to make sure I put "Starbucks" in the labels for this post.)
Well... this post turned into one digression after another, but these are things that are pertinent to the story. My mom loved that word... pertinent. I'll be sure not to miss anything pertinent.
Joseph
C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson,
Niles, Ohio; Christine
Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E
Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno,
Queens, NY; Cynthia Green,
Tech Recruiter; Sioux
Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim
Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty
Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services,
Warren, Ohio; Laura
McCormick
An
Pham, anpham1111@gmail.com; Anna Stepnova, stepnova@aol.com; Barbara Anne Wolf, wolf.barbara.anne@gmail.com, (415) 812-4926; Brian Montague, jetbpm@aol.com; Charles
Crites, critesfam@sbcglobal.net; EHSOH, lovycera@gmail.com; Elizabeth
Nicolosi, elizabethnicolosi@hotmail.com; Kristy
Guertin, guertk@spu.edu; Meagan Franz, meaganfranz@hotmail.com; Miyako
Abe, mtea2006@yahoo.com; Nora Salah, nsalah01@yahoo.com; Teresa Keller, teresa@rtwwithus.org; Natasha
Warder;
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