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Monday, June 6, 2011

Falling Down

My mind is takin' photographs

Of every little thing

Exhibit #8...

Don't be late

I was living with good ol' pops from the time I escaped from wacko radical-feminist in September of '07 until the next escape in December of '09. As I've mentioned before, things got real bad right around the time I'd started my blog and had told a friend or two over the phone about Kristen (I'm not sure why I don't just name her at this point.) and her connection to my family. Kristen had dropped hints about knowledge of my phone conversations. It's not that difficult to add up. Anyway...try and follow me:

The bathroom at the house is one of the smallest bathrooms I've ever been in. Once through the door, you're in a small walking space maybe three feet wide between a wall on the left and floor-to-ceiling cupboards on the right. Take 3 steps and on your right is a sink that's either even with or jutts out slightly further than the cupboards.  There's a space about 6 or 8 inches wide between the right side of the vanity below the sink and wall that is the left side of the cupboards. Immediately beyond the sink on that wall is the toilet. There's barely enough room for a small waste basket between the sink vanity and the toilet. On the opposite wall is the tub. I'd say there's less than 2 feet between the front edge of the toilet bowl and the tub. It's a terribly cramped space.

I believe it was in early '09 when my father started falling down. All together, during the time I was there, I'll take a somewhat wild guess and say he fell roughly 15 times. I made it a point to notify my sister most of the times it happened and often she mentioned that he had told her already. I didn't call her every time because it got to the point where she was aware of the frequency and there were never any injuries. Most of the time it was in the living room, but at least 3 of the falls occurred in the bathroom. Guess who was there to pick him up every time? Me. Except once...

I believe this was some time in mid '09. I came home from Borders one night and found him sprawled out on the floor in the office (formerly my sister's bedroom, the middle room in the back of the house.) in nothing but his briefs, which he had soiled, and his t-shirt. Hmmmm. I picked him up and lead him by the arm to the bathroom.  He undressed himself and I helped him into the tub and he seated himself on the bench he had been using which was left over from when my mother was ill. I turned on the water and used the handheld sprayer to spray off his back and his butt--all of this knowing what I described in "Bye Bye, Dude." I then handed him the sprayer to finish himself.

The next day I called The Area Agency on Aging to notify them of the event and suggest that he may be ready for Hospice care. I notified my sister of this and she indicated she would call them and schedule an in-house assessment. I knew what my family was up to, so I skipped this meeting.

I understand the psychology of his situation, that it's possible that some of those falls were a cry for attention from a dying man. But I find it undeniably odd that a 79-year old man who'd had repeated surgery on his feet could, indeed, fall that many times without suffering a single serious injury--not one broken bone, not one internal injury--especially in that bathroom, ready-made for such injuries. In fact, each fall in the bathroom was near the toilet which is of course right near the corner of the sink and the tub.  It's an elderly person's injury trap. I believe on 1 or 2 occasions he ended up with a black and blue mark, which, again, my sister was aware of. In fact, while all of this was going on, another guard at my post at the plant said something to me--once again, out of the blue--about how one can seriously injure a kidney from such falls. He also made out-of-the-blue comments about "tough love" and "respecting your elders."  (The extenuating circumstances of my situation permit me to suggest where he shove both of those. I am in no way, not in any kind of bizarro world you can conjure up, obligated to respect a guy who secretly played an active part in ongoing and repeated schemes intended to ruin and even end my life.) Furthermore, after I'd notified dad that I'd contacted the Agency on Aging, guess what happened? He never fell again during the several months I remained living at the house. Most importantly, though, I find it especially notable that out of all those falls, exactly one occurred when I wasn't present in the house and just happened to include the aggravating circumstances I mentioned.

Here's a diagram of that bathroom that's extremely close to accurate scale. If it's off at all, I'd say it leans a little toward the generous side in regard to floor space visible from this angle (My first time using Powerpoint. Not bad, huh? It must be all that time I wasted in messing with graphic design while dabbling the t-shrit biz):

So, I was left with the following 3 options: stay home and have conversations with him during which he could deliver subtle, stabbing insults, etc.; stay home and not talk to him and be accused of mental and emotional neglect; get out of the house as much as possible, be stalked by Nazis and be open to accusations of not being there in case he fell down. A common method laying the ground work for mind control is a double bind. This one was a triple. I battened down the hatches and avoided conversation with that cat with zeal. Don't like it? Too fucking bad.

I'm no math wiz, but I can add 2+2...+2...+2...+2: they were intentionally setting me up for allegations of neglect. You scoff? If so, considering what I told you in "Bye Bye, Dude" and most everything else in this blog for that matter, I have only one question for you: Who's being naive now?

You crept in

Underneath the radar

Livin' in a glass house

Sleepin' on a glass bed

My mind has taken photographs

Of every little thing

Honey turn around

And the shame remains

My logic and details will continue to cut the lies to fucking pieces.

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

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

Amendment to "Bye Bye, Dude"

It occurs to me that I forgot to re-enforce one critical point in "Bye Bye, Dude.":

While I was trapped in my father's house and being stalked by Neo-Nazis, they had me isolated and the only human interaction I had was negative or otherwise manipulative, thus further necessitating minimizing contact with my father who was taking an active part and had been for some years.

Also, despite the logic of my argument, despite undeniable explicit details of my story, despite the crispity, crunchity clarity of my prose, I am concerned that I have failed to completely communicate the reality of the situation by omitting some important details supporting my argument. Indeed, since I have been denied due process as part of this vast campaign of political persecution to which I've been subject, I am compelled to air the details here--as explicitly as possible. But first, I've got a couple posts I need to bang out real quick on my other blog.

Stay tuned...

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

E.U. / My Story, Chapter X (X = ten(10), right?)

Different E.U... The E.U. I refer to here is the Experience Unlimited section of the California Employment Development Department (E.D.D.). It's basically a job and networking club for professionals who have different qualifications than those who usually pursue skilled labor or similar jobs through state employment agencies. Many of the people in E.U. San Francisco are technical professionals. Some are in communications-related fields or

accounting. My background is in television production and so far I've only met one other person in E.U. with such a background. Alison Victor (seen here) sports one hell of a video/film resume which includes a variety of production experience and various awards and nominations. She has been recognized by Oprah Winfrey and The Today Show. She put together exactly the kind of career I would like to have, but unfortunately, my immediate family's intentional, systematic, envy-driven abuse directed by my brother succeeded in destroying my self-esteem (The truth is, not knowing their full intentions, I semi-consciously allowed it in the hopes of non-hostile relations. How stupid. Familial loyalty has ruined my life.) to the point where I had no idea at the time the that was exactly the kind of thing I could have and should have been doing, despite the moderate level of success I reached in the capital of the planet. Carrie, you and your folks were so right. (Of course, I did produce a pretty cool sports commercial just for kicks. It was wayyyy too long and the audio sucked, but the concept, camera-work, and editing all pretty much rocked.)

Part of my stalkers' M.O. is that they manufacture a reason to approach me and once they do, at some point early in the initial meet-and-greet, they hit me with a short series of questions delivered in a very matter-of-fact, business-like style. The questions always seem to be meant to confirm 2 or 3 things about my personal history. It was when I experienced this with Alison that I came to a conclusion about the nature of how the radical, psychotic feminists stalking and harassing me operate. Basically, they've got an internet database, probably on one website or a small group of sites that share the same info. The database is a list of guys who have been targeted for whatever reason. I imagine the database probably lists the "infraction" perpetrated by the guy. The radical psychos check the database regularly for targets in their area and then execute the stalking/harassment protocol without directly consulting any other radical psycho regarding their personal actions. The rapid-fire questions about the subject's past delivered in the initial meeting are simply meant to confirm that the person they're talking to is indeed the person in the database, which must include at least an overview of a biography in addition to the supposed infraction. It's safe to assume that this scenario is akin to, if not exactly the basis of what has been called the "lone wolf" status of many right-wing extremists. By simply consulting the secret database and never directly discussing the individual subject with other radical pscyhos, in text or through oral speech, they're all safer from possible incrimination because of the minimal evidence.

Alison isn't my only radical feminist stalker at E.U., though. After my run-in with the Kaitlin McGaw, when I realized that I was indeed being stalked by psychotic radical feminists, I did a little internet research on feminist stalkers and came up with a couple sites that associated female stalkers with yoga. I thought, "Wowww... Kristen, psycho-lawyer chick was into yoga." During my initial orientation meeting for the club, there was a total of about 12 people in the group. The person conducting the workshop commented on what a large group it was. (After realizing the room was packed with my harassers, I skipped the rest of the week. When I came back to complete the 4 remaining workshops, there was a total of 4 people in my group. The largest group I've

noticed since had about 6 or 7 people in it.) I sat directly across from a girl named Stacy Dietz. She mentioned that she does massage therapy for couples. I looked her up on the good ol' internet and it turns out her name is actually Tracy Dietz (seen here) and her service is called Thai Yoga Massage for Couples.

Also in that initial extra-large orientation session where several folks with military background who brought obviously prepared speeches for statements we were assigned to write during the workshop about our personal skills and attributes. A big part of my stalking is my stalkers attempting to damage my self-esteem by one-upping me in any way they can. In all of their speeches, these folks mentioned all the people they supervised and the multi-million dollar values of the projects they were associated with. Of course, being modest as I am, I didn't mention the combined advertising revenue associated with the television programming for which I played a major role in the successful production of. The problem with working in TV production is that it makes you a perfectionist. Everything must be right and decisions are made and changed on a minute-to-minute basis. If you add it all up, the ad revenue gained for the programming which I played a major part producing most likely totals more than the gross sum of all the fake numbers these planted phonies spouted in their pre-written bullshit speeches at E.U. (This is just one of the many effective exercises in the excellent E.U. Workshops.) I personally produced teases and bumps, with quotes of my choice, when Clinton was impeached. I handled production of video-cover for anchor narration when Princess Diana was killed, just to name a couple. Often, these tasks are performed at the last minute and with 6 other things to do. I had nights working in breaking news when I literally did not have a chance to take a piss for 6 hours straight because I was so busy. Talk to the people I worked with in TV. I defy you to find one who would call me lazy. The only reason my career at CBS ended was because I was sleeping on some crack-head's floor (I'd be

awoken by the scchhick-scchhick sound of a Bic lighter (seen here) at 3 a.m.) during the final weeks before cancellation of the show I was working on, and Russ Sarnoff found out I was rolling in late. I didn't realize at the time that I could have gone to him and told him my story and likely gotten a favorable response.

A couple of the phonies at that orientation meeting even mentioned at the outset that they weren't supposed to be there. One of them, a guy named John, showed up yesterday, March 1, 2010, to relieve the person working the desk at noon, the time the shift change usually occurs. It turns out he wasn't on the schedule, though and I found out today that yesterday he only stayed for about an hour. Of course, when he came in as I was leaving, he alluded to his military background in the same tone he made similar comments directed at me during the orientation meeting. In regard to serving the country, I applaud you and thank you, John...or whatever the fuck your name is. In regard to the attempt to intimidate me, I couldn't be effected less.

Here are the names I have of the stalkers from that Orientation meeting:
Tracy Dietz
John Cannon
Suzanne Kirk (I imagine she's a combo conservative fundamental extremist/military/feminist--the worst of all worlds.)

There were many others there, but I was unable to identify them by name. The Asian woman sitting with John the one-hour-at-the-desk guy is the one that makes me wonder. U.S. intelligence? C.I.A.? Who knows. Either way, she didn't fit. Feminist, maybe. She looked like a scientist making observations, but who knows? It just occurred to me that the military/government-related folks harassing me are probably all using fake names. Alison Victor brought a couple buddies I saw in passing, but I haven't been able to identify them.

I will.

A point for the psychotic feminists: back in the early 00s, my brother, a sociopathic liar who's extremely angry because of myriad issues from his past, took great pride in maintaining intimate relationships with 3 different women simultaneously. I believe part of the reason he started his campaign of defamation against me is because one day I told him that I could no longer lie for him to maintain the charade when I would encounter any of the three. His "main" gf at the time is named Lisa who lived nearby. One of the other two was name Mirabelle (Did I spell that right?) who didn't live far from him either, and the other was a less than moderately attractive bartender from an adjacent town. I can't recall her name, but it was easy to tell that she probably was the best of the three in the

sack, as Joe had indicated. I don't recall the name of the restaurant, but it had a long bar inside, a good-sized patio out back with a square-shaped bar backed up to the building, and tables with umbrellas. Since this description could apply a lot of restaurants in that area, I'll say, strictly for the purposes of identification, that this bartender girl had a centrally oriented facial feature that pronounced itself more loudly than most. The only other thing I remember about the place is that it was situated at the corner of an intersection and that during one of our visits there, I introduced my nephew (who's probably more fucked up by my Scientologist brother than anyone else) to the Flaming Doctor Pepper (seen here).

Also remember, psychotic radical feminists, that it is a common tactic to accuse a rival of something you are guilty of. I suspect my brother's anger toward women stems from the fact that he caught his high school sweetheart and another guy in the act while they were living in college together. Of course, he's also quite jealous of my success with the opposite sex in addition to other things. If you're doing this because of something this monumental asshole said, please...wake the fuck up. He's fooled you just like everybody else. Maybe you should be stalking him.

Now... I just read something on the internet suggesting that radical feminists stalk the guys who simply don't cave into their abuse. If that's the case, I guess I'll just have to continue on course to fix this shit the way I know I can. You see, there's this thing about investigative reporters--they love 2 things: 1.) A compelling, dramatic story with a lot of twists and turns, particularly if it involves politics, and 2.) Investigating things.

My buddies at CBS are going to LOVE this shit.

Chapter 10 Amendment

I forgot something important. Back in the early 00s when my bro was covertly maintaining relationships with 3 different women at the same time, my sister, who had the audacity to make a comment to me about "respecting women's feelings", was fully aware of what he was up to. I bailed on the charade before she did...if she ever did. There's a strong woman for ya.

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Gangstalking Introduction

Gangstalking (also referred to as Organized Stalking, Community Stalking, Multi-stalking, Cause Stalking, or Group Stalking) is an organized, mostly invisible hybrid system of psychological manipulation and torture. Some sources say it has its origins in the Nazi Gestapo and Russian Stasi. I've seen other sources that say it goes back to mid-nineteenth century American KKK. The subject, or Targeted Individual(T.I.), is stalked and harassed by a large group of people. They use very subtle methods which are accurately described in the "Gangstalking" and "Psychological Harassment Information Association" links on the right side of this page. In public, other than the 2 or 3 people who are assigned to a kind of open control position in which they make a bogus friendly relationship with the T.I., the T.I. rarely, if ever, sees the same person twice. For this reason, it is difficult to prosecute. If you know the source, as I do, it would most likely be less difficult.

They start by making bogus accusations of some kind of wrong-doing on the part of the T.I., and dropping hints that they know private things about the T.I.'s life, thus making the impression upon the T.I. that he or she is being investigated. These two things combine to instill fear in the T.I. Simultaneously, the stalkers will act as if they are the T.I.s friend and are trying to help. This creates confusion in the T.I. They track T.I.s mobile phones and plant GPS devices on their vehicles. Soon, it becomes clear that the T.I. is under constant illegal surveillance. This is also part of the psychological torture.

Through the dropping of hints, they pique the T.I.s curiosity. Once trust is established, they insert subtle psychologically abusive comments into otherwise friendly conversations. The other critical tactic is to follow the T.I. around to public places and slander him and persuade employees of places such as coffee shops or other retails outlets to be rude to the T.I. Often, the person recruited doesn't even know what's going on. The stalkers, also referred to as perps, are expert liars and con-men-- wash-out used car-salesmen with a chip on their shoulder. It is their job to make people believe things that aren't true. Once they've got the T.I. isolated, they make it so the only direct human input the T.I. experiences is from them.

While it generally starts because someone has a grudge against the T.I., it is usually conducted under the guise of community-policing and with the awareness of local authorities, who look the other way. The source frames the T.I. for some very serious offense and the bogus information spreads nationally through an information data base. I personally believe it is connected to Fusion Centers which are information-gathering centers created after 9/11 as a central information hub for all levels of law enforcement. These centers glean information with cooperation from private companies. Read about Fusion centers in a link on the right side of this blog. I suspect that when a T.I. uses a credit card or otherwise identifies himself at a retail outlet or a hotel, information appears on the clerk's screen instructing them exactly what to say that refers to the T.I.s private life, thus reminding them that they are constantly being watched. These retail clerks also interrogate the T.I. with intrusive questions that are not a normal part of such a casual relationship. Common questions they use are, "Where are you going?", "Where are you from?", or "What are you reading?" The repetition of the same questions adds to the effect. It gets to the point where they are doing nothing more than that--regularly reminding the T.I. that they are under constant illegal surveillance. This perpetuates the psychological abuse. Soon, the T.I. feels that he can trust no one. Of course, simply being aware of the nature of gangstalking greatly diminishes its effectiveness. It's when you have no idea what's going on that they can come close to the ultimate goal of driving the T.I. insane or to suicide.

Some believe that the source of targeting decisions lies with major corporations, which I believe is probably true in many cases. In my best assessment, I'm getting it for political reasons, though.

It has been suggested on some gangstalking sites that the stalkers plant video and audio surveillance devices in the T.I.'s home and make a "Truman Show" out of their life, which the stalkers have access to and watch for entertainment. Indeed, throughout my experience, it became clear that I had zero privacy and sometimes it seemed like they were indeed reading my mind. They cause problems with your cable television feed; listen to all your cell phone calls and track your movements through your cell phone; read all your e-mails and U.S. mail; monitor internet activity; manipulate advertising you see on the internet. It is a blatant violations of civil rights and a form of tyranny.

TYRANNY.

TYRANNY.

TYRANNY.

Innocent people are being targeted because of core fundamental politics after being labeled as subversive or dissident simply because of non-conventional lifestyles or liberal politics. Some say the whole things is a mind-control experiment conducted by the U.S. government. In some cases, it may happen for reasons that are not government-related. Another major tactic is to maintain confusion regarding both the exact reason for, and source of, the targeting.

Another major tactic of gangstalking which I should mention here is what is known among T.I.s as "street theater". This is the main tactic that has been used against me and to the best of my knowledge, the instances I've been subjected to have always been conducted by pairs of people, not larger groups as I have read occurs. Basically, they sit near you and have conversations intentionally meant for you to overhear into which they drop hints referring to your life. These conversations are probably also strewn with NLP (neuro-linguistic programming), something I've suspected is a major part of gangstalking and psychological harassment, particularly in directed conversations conducted directly with the T.I. I'm experiencing likely street theater as I type. I'm from near a major midwest, rustbelt town. What are the odds of a couple guys sitting down next to me in a San Francisco coffee shop and one of them being from that same town and them talking about mental health, as is happening right now? A major goal of gangstalking is to make the T.I. think they are crazy. One of them just made a comment about it "being so much better at the other end of the tunnel" as they parted.

Electronic harassment with directed energy weapons which causes a range of physical injury is also part of gangstalking. One website suggests that implants inside the body with a radio receiver is the method of physcial shock delivery. Others believe it is done with weapons that actually shoot an energy-ray at the T.I. from a moderate distance. (See the A.D.S. link to the right.) Others suggest it comes from satellites. If it's coming from satellites, I would be inclined to believe it must be with the implanted receiver method, but how do they plant it? (It's like an entire season of the X-Files. The thing that assures me of my sanity is that I see, I understand how all of this sounds crazy.) I am not sure whether I have been subject to electronic harassment or not, so I can not attest to the physical or psychological effect. I know that gangstalking and the defamation, isolation, and inducement of fear and confusion that are critical to its effectiveness are real.

Through my experience, I have noticed one truth that clearly seems to have eluded them. It is unwise to drive a person of strong character with a professional background such as mine to the point of desperation. Obviously at this point, threats will cease to have an effect, as they have with me. I moved across the country in the hopes that it would stop and that I could just move on. It clearly has not stopped, therefore I have no choice but to use whatever means possible to deal with it. If defamation is preventing me from obtaining employment and creating positive relationships, which it clearly is doing here, I have no choice but to pursue it, regardless of any threats, not for purposes of retaliation, but to clear my name and secure my livelyhood.

I have supplied only a brief overview of gangstalking in this post. I strongly encourage you to dig around in the links to the right, starting from the top and going in order. These links provide excellent descriptions of the various aspects of gang-stalking and the players presumed to be involved. I will be outlining the specific events of my story and individually covering gangstalking aspects I touched on here along with gangstalking news and events in upcoming posts.

Also, please check the links often, as I will be adding to them regularly, at least in the immediate future.

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

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Monday, June 6, 2011

Falling Down

Amendment to "Bye Bye, Dude"

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

E.U. / My Story, Chapter X (X = ten(10), right?)

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Gangstalking Introduction