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Saturday, February 18, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
As Doug Heffernan's Been Known to Say...
for all "intensive purposes," it is over...bitchessssss.
Click on this link and search "Faranda."...
http://cp.onlinedockets.com/loraincp/case_dockets/search.aspx
Monday, February 13, 2012
At Long Last...
Ms. Faranda has threatened to sue me. For what, in terms of an award, I'm not sure, considering that I have nearly nothing. In terms of the basis for the suit, I would imagine it's defamation. Well, I've studied that a bit, and I've learned that in such a suit, the burden of proof is, in fact, on the plaintiff. Therefore, Ms. Faranda will, in effect, have to prove her presumed claim that I am lying. In my immature, unintelligent, rube-ish naivete, I would guess that all I would need to do is lend a little credibility to my story, which I'm guessing can be obtained from some old Cleveland medical records from when Christine was a kid. Either way, unless someone steps in to make me happy, my entire story, including all the connections, the blacklisting, my emergency room experience, and most importantly the explicit death-threat I received on this blog and have proof of, will be told to my attorney, detail by detail.
Here we go, baby.
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Here we go, baby.
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PDA Close-ups...Over, and Over, and Over...
I get the feeling that PDAs aren't nearly as much of a faux pas in San Francisco as they are in New York, where they are positively unacceptable. Nevertheless, the frequency with which the above scene occurs directly in front of me couldn't possibly be a coincidence. Often, as these two did, both players give me a purposeful sly glance once or twice. They always speak their syrupy exchange at an abnormally loud volume during these public pseudo-make-out sessions that generally go on for 20+ minutes. You putzes are going to learn to leave me alone. I promise.
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Sunday, February 12, 2012
Here's another good one...
For some reason I can't specifically identify, like many other strange things that happen on my computer, a collection of which I've shared with you, I can not log on the Wi-Fi at Sugar Cafe. I've asked them about it, and their service is working fine and I can tell other people aren't having a problem. So, I use some service that comes with a coupon-ad or something that you have to give your e-mail for every time you log on. I give them my side/junk e-mail and, truthfully, haven't noticed any SPAM apparently resulting from those log-ins yet. Here's the page:
What's interesting, though, is that the service cuts out every few minutes despite its strong signal. When I go to re-log in, the same ad appears on my screen every time and I am unable to go "back" to the page I was trying to get to when it disconned. No problem...simply open links in another tab and/or get to the page I wanted through the History.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
John's Watchful Comedian
Well, I'm not sure what that could possibly mean and I'm not going to spend a single minute wondering about. It reminds of the time my asshole Scientologist fuchkead brother said to me, "We're gonna play a joke on you, ok? When I replied, "Yeah, whatever." My asshole Nazi-cop brother-in-law said, "Thaaaaat's enough." and the Florida Flunkie got all happy. He thinks he he's a comedian.
I know you're reading, Joey. Understand this, you sorry-ass motherfucker: my implants will all be removed and then I'm going to play a game with you.
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Monday, February 6, 2012
Silly...Just Silly
This idiot just started talking some kind of shit to me on the street. I think he said, "You're going to jail." and added something about being "part of the 99%." He shot some video of me and pointed up at the sky.
What are you gonna do, dumb-ass? Frame me? Trust me--it's been tried and has failed over, and over, and over. One look at ya tells me you can't pull it off. And for the record, I'm one of the 99%, too. I've never been anything close to being in the 1%...dumb-ass. I live out of a van...dumb-ass. Wake the fuck up. I don't know what info you're operating on, but you've got understand that the U.S federal government, which you're probably a part of, is trying to blackmail or destroy me. It's a misinformation/defamation false-flag game. They made me a mind-controlled slave and they're using me. In the name of all that is good, please, wake the fuck up...
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What are you gonna do, dumb-ass? Frame me? Trust me--it's been tried and has failed over, and over, and over. One look at ya tells me you can't pull it off. And for the record, I'm one of the 99%, too. I've never been anything close to being in the 1%...dumb-ass. I live out of a van...dumb-ass. Wake the fuck up. I don't know what info you're operating on, but you've got understand that the U.S federal government, which you're probably a part of, is trying to blackmail or destroy me. It's a misinformation/defamation false-flag game. They made me a mind-controlled slave and they're using me. In the name of all that is good, please, wake the fuck up...
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Friday, February 3, 2012
Luna-Suicide--Right on Cue
No surprise, here.
Right after my last post, I noticed a certain word repeated 3 times in a list of Luna songs I'd never seen there before. Take a look:
It's getting to be a joke. It really is.
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Right after my last post, I noticed a certain word repeated 3 times in a list of Luna songs I'd never seen there before. Take a look:
It's getting to be a joke. It really is.
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Shitty Music
On my way back from Oakland last week, I overheard a couple comments that were clearly meant for me, each from a pussy that wouldn't have enough of a sack to confront me directly on his very best day. One said something about being a "dog off leash," and the other one said something about "listening to shitty music to make himself feel better."
Just before the march during the Occupy event, I ran a very basic question by a professional photographer: "How many shots do you usually take at an event like this?" He said, "Oh, five or six hundred. Just keep shooting." I was really relieved because at that Pro-Life Rally I shot, I didn't get there until the end, and I thought the 135 shots I took that day was a lot. Sure enough, I ended up taking right around 620 shots in Oakland. And trust me--I wasn't counting. So, while those pricks on the train were trying to fuck with my head, I had the luxury of needing to continue the initial sort I started back in Oakland after the first march. I'd say I deleted 150 shots right off the bat in the camera.
For a reason that I haven't completely figured out, different groups, including ones who apparently can't figure out where I stand, are all playing the same game with me. No one will address me directly. My number one priority is maintaining control of my mind, which I have successfully reclaimed despite continued efforts by federal agents to counter that. My second priority is sleeping in a bed. Maybe its just my schizophrenia, but early Saturday afternoon in Oakland, I thought I heard somebody say something about "rent-free" as he passed me in the crowd.
If that was indeed meant for me, I think I'll take ya up on it, fellas. You know where to find me.
Fuck every single person who has participated in my persecution. EVERYONE. You've helped me in no way whatsoever. I was "grown up and stong" long before your dumb-ass game started. I know exactly what's going on. Exactly.
Just before the march during the Occupy event, I ran a very basic question by a professional photographer: "How many shots do you usually take at an event like this?" He said, "Oh, five or six hundred. Just keep shooting." I was really relieved because at that Pro-Life Rally I shot, I didn't get there until the end, and I thought the 135 shots I took that day was a lot. Sure enough, I ended up taking right around 620 shots in Oakland. And trust me--I wasn't counting. So, while those pricks on the train were trying to fuck with my head, I had the luxury of needing to continue the initial sort I started back in Oakland after the first march. I'd say I deleted 150 shots right off the bat in the camera.
For a reason that I haven't completely figured out, different groups, including ones who apparently can't figure out where I stand, are all playing the same game with me. No one will address me directly. My number one priority is maintaining control of my mind, which I have successfully reclaimed despite continued efforts by federal agents to counter that. My second priority is sleeping in a bed. Maybe its just my schizophrenia, but early Saturday afternoon in Oakland, I thought I heard somebody say something about "rent-free" as he passed me in the crowd.
If that was indeed meant for me, I think I'll take ya up on it, fellas. You know where to find me.
Fuck every single person who has participated in my persecution. EVERYONE. You've helped me in no way whatsoever. I was "grown up and stong" long before your dumb-ass game started. I know exactly what's going on. Exactly.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Model Protest
While we're on the topic of actresses...
How often do you see a professional model with no makeup on all by herself at a rally in Oakland? This one gave me an extremely quick smile that no one else ever would have noticed, something I notice from time to time. It's like they think I'm part of some kind of secret spy group with them or something and that's how we identify each other...which I most definitely am fucking not. They all kind of indicate they know me, but I never know any of them. I don't recall ever joining, showing any interest in, or being told anything at all about anything like that. Ever.
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Friday, January 27, 2012
Teaser Stalkers
Another thing they love to do is send women to sit next to me who they think I'll find attractive and have them flip their hair constantly, kind of like the one sitting next to me right now. (She just quickly got up and left right after I looked at the first preview of this post, which has happened before.) They're never the kind of woman you would expect to be sitting by themselves--always at least marginally attractive, usually strikingly beautiful and, of course, just my type as they see it.
I caught this one the other night. I've explained this before: they walk up and give you a very purposeful glance as they sit down. Then, throughout the time they sit there, they make theatrical, herky-jerky body movements, constantly flip their hair, and glance over at you every few minutes. It's a all a dead give-away. It's something no one else would ever notice and this video will mean nothing to you, though at the end, the herky-jerky way they move kind of comes through in the video. It works because of the isolation. It's a pattern only the subject will see. I just shoot these and post them for identification purposes just in case. Doing it has had a positive effect on things, so I'll continue to do it:
And if you're thinking I'm thinking every woman I ever sit next to is part of it, you're wrong. If it was, I'd have hundreds of videos on here. They make themselves stand out with those actions I described, which is intentional. That's how they fuck with your head. Here's the one that just ran out:
Geeee....who does she remind you of? Well, first of all, there's a couple old classmates of mine, An Pham and Trigger-star, Miyako Abe. (You might have to sign in.) And, of course, on a not unrelated note, there's YouTube Acoustic guitar-player (Hey...I play guitar. Hmmmm...), Marline18, bedhead and all, who, for no readily apparent reason, put the word, "Luna" near the end of the title of a video of her playing Justin Beiber's song, "One Time."
Well, this is interesting, but not necessarily significant. I didn't realize previously that Marline's last name is included on her YouTube Video. (Oh, I see...Luna's the cat's name.) Marline appeared in a feature film called, Trigger. Hey...Miyako Abe appeared in an SF State student film called Trigger that disappeared after I posted about it. (The production team broke up, too. That was as very effective post.) Also, why would an established professional actress post video of herself playing guitar in her bedroom on YouTube?...
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3347097/
She also appeared in a kid's spy-themed TV series in Canada called "Connor Undercover." I mentioned previously that the feds like to use actors and actresses, now didn't I?
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I caught this one the other night. I've explained this before: they walk up and give you a very purposeful glance as they sit down. Then, throughout the time they sit there, they make theatrical, herky-jerky body movements, constantly flip their hair, and glance over at you every few minutes. It's a all a dead give-away. It's something no one else would ever notice and this video will mean nothing to you, though at the end, the herky-jerky way they move kind of comes through in the video. It works because of the isolation. It's a pattern only the subject will see. I just shoot these and post them for identification purposes just in case. Doing it has had a positive effect on things, so I'll continue to do it:
And if you're thinking I'm thinking every woman I ever sit next to is part of it, you're wrong. If it was, I'd have hundreds of videos on here. They make themselves stand out with those actions I described, which is intentional. That's how they fuck with your head. Here's the one that just ran out:
Geeee....who does she remind you of? Well, first of all, there's a couple old classmates of mine, An Pham and Trigger-star, Miyako Abe. (You might have to sign in.) And, of course, on a not unrelated note, there's YouTube Acoustic guitar-player (Hey...I play guitar. Hmmmm...), Marline18, bedhead and all, who, for no readily apparent reason, put the word, "Luna" near the end of the title of a video of her playing Justin Beiber's song, "One Time."
Well, this is interesting, but not necessarily significant. I didn't realize previously that Marline's last name is included on her YouTube Video. (Oh, I see...Luna's the cat's name.) Marline appeared in a feature film called, Trigger. Hey...Miyako Abe appeared in an SF State student film called Trigger that disappeared after I posted about it. (The production team broke up, too. That was as very effective post.) Also, why would an established professional actress post video of herself playing guitar in her bedroom on YouTube?...
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3347097/
She also appeared in a kid's spy-themed TV series in Canada called "Connor Undercover." I mentioned previously that the feds like to use actors and actresses, now didn't I?
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Googly Eyes
You may recall this post from a while back with a screen-shot of my Facebook page with an ad for a weight-loss survey with a very incongruous* accompanying photograph of an infant with clearly digitally-enhanced eyes that look like they're about to bug out of his head. Well, now that I've got something to really effectively distract me from what they do, they're trying to pull some of that stupid-ass shit again. It's an ad for Nickelodeon program mixed in with a bunch of Cake songs--also incongruous.
*in·con·gru·ous
[in-kong-groo-uhs] adjective
Not in harmony or keeping with the surroundings or other aspects of something; not in place.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
D40x
I think I mentioned something not long ago about treating myself to a
new pair of sunglasses. The reason I did that is because earlier that
day or maybe the day before, I had an odd experience while looking at
some cheapies. While I was browsing at the little outdoor kiosk or
whatever you'd like to call it over there across from Starbucks on
O'Farrell, 3 women who appeared to be maybe in their mid 20s stopped to
"shop." They were really loud and kind of obnoxious and a couple of them
stood real close to me. Finally one nearly shouted, "But I just bought a
pair for $400." That's a very, very good example of the kind of thing
I've been experiencing for many, many years as I look back. It's very
subtle and not something anyone else might think a thing of, but it's
designed to make the subject insecure. I'm being paranoid? Why would 3
women who buy $400 sunglasses stop look at ones you can get 2 for $25?
Actually, there were 4 of them, but the fourth was considerably older.
She came around the corner last, took a quick peak at what I was doing,
and with an incredible level of audacity, as if to imply she actually
has some sort of authority over how I spend the money that comes into my
possession, said, rather dismissively, "That's alright." and they all
walked off quite briskly.
I made it a point to make the rounds and shop very thoroughly. Turns out I saw maybe half a dozen pairs I halfway liked and maybe one pair that was "me." Because of the substantial lack of selection within my taste, I kind of just blew it off and I was tired of shopping anyway. When I get around to, I'll probably go with Persol for a change.
Then, on an unrelated note, I decided to take some of the photos I've been taking with my Blackberry, and despite the terrible image quality in 90% of them, make myself a Flickr page. I sorted my stuff and figured out what was really good and not so good, which I hadn't really done yet. I realized have maybe 20 shots that are actually pretty good looking images. 6 or 8 that are excellent composition-wise. Then, I realized that taking those photos and working with them was and continues to be an excellent distraction from this situation that's been forced upon me. So, instead of buying those sunglasses that some complete stranger insinuated she's got authority to stop me from doing, I went out and spent about three times as much as I intended to spend on Ray-Bans and got me a rockin' deal on a used one of these.
The state of California is currently flipping for my paycheck as part of unemployment benefits from my time working for the U.S. Census Bureau. If Jerry Brown would like to make some input as to how I spend it, I'd be willing to discuss it with him. I sent him an e-mail not long ago that I'd love to discuss with him anyway. If you aren't Jerry Brown, mind your own fucking business.
I can't wait to learn how to use this thing:
Let's see...what else? What else?
Oh, yeah... when I see a guy in dark sunglasses peeking around a tree at me do complete 180 when I pull my phone out as I approach him, I know I'm right about all those times I saw him before and that he's up to no good. I'm getting really good at aiming my phone without looking:
Um...I think that's all I got at the moment. In case you aren't one of the people who has complete access to every single thing I do, I've joined a couple new Linkedin groups. That's it.
Oh, no...wait a minute. Wait a minute. Various things about my situation have been implied: that I'm a "patsy." I posted video of a woman who insinuated I'm a "puppet." It was the one on the left in the video where the one in the middle covered her face with her jacket--the big one. I think I saw something recently about "being owned" and I've seen and heard that before. Interesting.
Tell ya what...I'm far beyond caring what might come of all this. I'm out to enjoy every minute I can as I complete the reclamation of my mind and pursue justice on auto-pilot. First a reminder, though: I never willingly or knowingly agreed to be any part of anything like this. I know exactly what's going on. I know the Rev is behind it, etc. That said, I'll tell ya what: If my life doesn't get nice and comfy and fulfilling and free of constant surveillance and harassment, or even end real fuckin' quick, I'll out that guy, who I never met before, who told me "You're not supposed to be here." down by Hotel Triton the other day. Don't think so? I can identify him. Take your chances.
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I made it a point to make the rounds and shop very thoroughly. Turns out I saw maybe half a dozen pairs I halfway liked and maybe one pair that was "me." Because of the substantial lack of selection within my taste, I kind of just blew it off and I was tired of shopping anyway. When I get around to, I'll probably go with Persol for a change.
Then, on an unrelated note, I decided to take some of the photos I've been taking with my Blackberry, and despite the terrible image quality in 90% of them, make myself a Flickr page. I sorted my stuff and figured out what was really good and not so good, which I hadn't really done yet. I realized have maybe 20 shots that are actually pretty good looking images. 6 or 8 that are excellent composition-wise. Then, I realized that taking those photos and working with them was and continues to be an excellent distraction from this situation that's been forced upon me. So, instead of buying those sunglasses that some complete stranger insinuated she's got authority to stop me from doing, I went out and spent about three times as much as I intended to spend on Ray-Bans and got me a rockin' deal on a used one of these.
The state of California is currently flipping for my paycheck as part of unemployment benefits from my time working for the U.S. Census Bureau. If Jerry Brown would like to make some input as to how I spend it, I'd be willing to discuss it with him. I sent him an e-mail not long ago that I'd love to discuss with him anyway. If you aren't Jerry Brown, mind your own fucking business.
I can't wait to learn how to use this thing:
Let's see...what else? What else?
Oh, yeah... when I see a guy in dark sunglasses peeking around a tree at me do complete 180 when I pull my phone out as I approach him, I know I'm right about all those times I saw him before and that he's up to no good. I'm getting really good at aiming my phone without looking:
Um...I think that's all I got at the moment. In case you aren't one of the people who has complete access to every single thing I do, I've joined a couple new Linkedin groups. That's it.
Oh, no...wait a minute. Wait a minute. Various things about my situation have been implied: that I'm a "patsy." I posted video of a woman who insinuated I'm a "puppet." It was the one on the left in the video where the one in the middle covered her face with her jacket--the big one. I think I saw something recently about "being owned" and I've seen and heard that before. Interesting.
Tell ya what...I'm far beyond caring what might come of all this. I'm out to enjoy every minute I can as I complete the reclamation of my mind and pursue justice on auto-pilot. First a reminder, though: I never willingly or knowingly agreed to be any part of anything like this. I know exactly what's going on. I know the Rev is behind it, etc. That said, I'll tell ya what: If my life doesn't get nice and comfy and fulfilling and free of constant surveillance and harassment, or even end real fuckin' quick, I'll out that guy, who I never met before, who told me "You're not supposed to be here." down by Hotel Triton the other day. Don't think so? I can identify him. Take your chances.
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Sunday, January 8, 2012
Luna & Marline18
I took a peak through Marline18's videos and try as I might, I couldn't find a Luna connection. And there is most definitely no logical reason she would appear as the first video in "Youtube Mix for Luna" let alone in the list at all. Too bad about that bedhead, Marline. I do however see a resemblance to a couple people I've met before:
An Pham and our ol' pal Miyoko Abe from Trigger, that interesting little film that promptly changed after I posted about it, were both in a course I recently enrolled in:
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=505402190&sk=wall
http://www.facebook.com/miyako.abe
Your game is a joke and so are you. And if the goal is to distract me, I'll let you know that it takes me all of about 20 minutes to bang out a post like this. Well worth it.
Oh, and lest we forget...Jesus Christ is Lord. Oye.
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Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Black Sabbath and Galaxie 500
This might be the best one yet. Black Sabbath's Paranoid at the top of a Galaxie 500 list? Not a chance. Another completely ineffective insinuation of insanity in the hopes I will be subject to the mere suggestion of it--which I'm not--at all.
I take that back. This is and always will be the best, most undeniable piece of evidence I have regarding the on-line aspect of what's happening:
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