My New Youtube Friend

Hmmmm...this Youtube user added me as a friend.  How interesting.  Remind you of anyone?...




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Dim Mak

I'd searched for an account of this online since I posted about it, but wasn't able to find any until now...

   

       
       

            MANswers
       

   

http://www.spike.com/video-clips/fywg53/manswers-is-the-death-touch-real

And Now...

a fella from a certain Pittsburgh suburb is lookin' at me.

How fucking fascinating.

Is Anyone Sitting Here?

Another very popular method these people like to use to screw with me is to arrive at a table adjacent to mine that very obviously is not occupied and ask, "Is anyone sitting here?"  This guy and is friend just did that.   I asked them about and she said there was a glass of water on the table and tried to carry on the conversation which I cut off when she said, "I'm generally a mean person, so..."



Nice try.

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Idiot Savant

A few have suggested and/or insinuated that I am an idiot savant, that I can't take care of myself.  A quick review for those dumb-fucks in particular:

I supported myself during the bulk of the time I spent in college.  I graduated as the youngest of  3 siblings with no 4-year-degree precedent in my immediate family.  I moved to New York awwe by mysewf with the intention of  getting into television production and did just that--in record time, all while being covertly targeted by Neo-Nazis and other far-right extemists.  My television career ended directly because of harassment by a Neo-Nazi.  After 9/11, the economy in the city went down the tubes.  I returned home in large part because my mother was terminally ill, to take the burden off of my family.   I moved to Columbus for a few years where I once again took care of myself just fine.  I then moved back to Niles, again, in part because my father was in ailing health.  This was before I knew about the Nazis and the past girlfriends all being Christian operatives and the fact that my family had framed me and tried to kill me more than once and that it was all connected.  Then I figured it all out while being stalked by Neo-Nazis, radical feminists, and federal authorities and drove all the way across the country only to get  shit on nearly constantly in San Francisco.  Oh--and I nearly forgot to mention the blog-posts and retired sheriff's deputy, Wayne Carderelli's threat to "stay out of the power doors."  That one actually came after all his veiled threats involving sharpshooters.  (Go fuck yourself, Wayne.)

The beauty of this situation for me is that I know the head douche-bag who's making all of this disturbing abuse happen doesn't have the balls to face me, name himself and his group, and take responsibility.  Never did.  Never will.  I guess that illustrates and important point about anonymity.  Any pussy--like the one who shouts things in my window during the wee hours of the morning--could take part in what's being done to me while hiding behind anonymity.  It's really sad.

(This might be my favorite post in the whole blog.)

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No More 7:30am Messsages...

from that putz who's been doing it all week.  Positive or negative, they do not effect me.  The manipulation and tracking will end.  None, nothing, nada, zip.  It stops.  It's done.

Life Advice

I'm still not sure who exactly is behind this stupid-ass little charade, but I promise you--I do not  need your little pieces of life advice.  I see right through your game--right through it.  Stop trying with the false Twitter accounts, etc.  A piece of advice for you:

Mind your own fucking business.

MiyAko Abe ??

I recall this person specifically telling me her name is MiyOko. Why would you spell your own name wrong on your Facebook page?  ...

http://www.facebook.com/miyako.abe?sk=wallhttp://www.facebook.com/miyako.abe?sk=wall


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Memo to the Democratic Party Operatives Who Won't Leave Me Alone

Go fuck yourself...please!  And whoever it was that walked by my van the other morning and called me a "lightweight", be assured--I positively do not give a shit what you think.  Not one bit.  It's a dumb-fuck game played by dumb-fucks--from both parties--which I never agreed to.

Education Management

"My Life's an Experiment.".... "Education  Management."..... Linkedin profile that looks like it was just made with no info or contacts.

Sula Page

Don't forget Sula.  Her Linkedin page has disappeared.

Allen Passalaqua

This guy's part of it:

http://www.flickr.com/people/angryf/

Allen likes creating visceral images:

I strive for my art to have that sensual feeling.. I want it to cause a reaction that's very visceral... I want people to feel it like the physical tug in the groin of a beautiful woman... some thing carnal.. 

That reminds me of Miyoko Abe's little film, "Trigger" that disappeared from the SF State film school website and so much of the other imagery I've "coincidentally" stumbled upon that happens to be sensual and visceral.  I see Allen at 3 different coffee shops regularly.  He likes to give me Photoshop tips.  The first time he so graciously volunteered to help me, he said, "Here look" and when he opened his Photoshop, there was a comic-book image of a woman with giant breasts barely held in a bikini top.

Here's a couple of interesting sets from Allen's Flickr page:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/angryf/sets/72057594084434822/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/angryf/sets/627248/

Allen...it's all over, buddy.   I won't ask why you were acting so nervous just now because I know exactly why.  Then again, considering you must have gotten the message from your friend, Victoria, I'm starting to think that you and your stupid-idiot friends might not know about this blog, because I mentioned a certain person following my Linkedin profile here a long time before I told Victoria about it recently.  Then again, maybe the fact that there are now 2 such people following my Linkedin profile drove the point home.  Someone's going to pay, buddy.  I promise. And I'm not that interested in art photography, so I don't need any tips from your sorry ass.

Poor Coconut

This is the one who asked "What country are you from?" last week.  That day, she also took her glasses off and actually tried to give me a kind of mean look with her eyes that I take it is supposed to keep me under the spell.  Seriously--that's exactly what she did.  I laughed.  If I see her ugly face again, I file a police report.

A perfect exposure, by the way.  I've learned that glare, to varying degrees, is distracting in a photo.  The objects in the frame that are in shadow here might seem a little dark, but it's the proper trade-off to minimize the glare from the sun blasting on her fat arm.  In hindsight, I can't believe I went around taking shots for a month or so without a U.V. filter.  Silly me.

And to be sure, last week when I didn't react to her interrogation by answering as if I was scared, instead telling her to stop harassing me, she basically ran away.  Today she ran away twice when I tried to get a better shot.  I'm a dedicated photographer.  This shot does the job, but it's rather pedestrian, wouldn't you say? 

A pink watch, yet.  Grow the fuck up.

Christa Williams

I'd been meaning to re-check the list of people following me on Linkedin for some time, but I've been having so much  fun crash-coursing myself on photography, it got pushed to the back-burner.

Christa Williams is on the list.  I believe Christa was one of many individuals I encountered in the professional networking group, Experience Unlimited--a state-sponsored group that meets at the office of the California Employment Development Department here in beautiful San Francisco--who had a perfectly stable professional career.

Again, I'm not sure how this little nugget slipped by me before.  I think it's because my encounter with Christa was long before I knew what's really going on,  when they still had me wrapped tightly in the mind-control.

I'm forced to suspect possible significance in the fact that Christa's Linkedin profile indicates that she previously worked in P.R. and marketing  for Chevron:

http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=23575090&authType=name&authToken=Pn0m&goback=.gmp_1822758.flr_4_*2&trk=anet_folwr_profile

Did I point these out yet? ...

http://communicationbysymbol.blogspot.com/2008/05/smash.html

http://communicationbysymbol.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-quiet-birthday.html

"What Country Are You From?"

I mentioned that one of these operatives approached me Saturday with no introduction and simply asked, out of the blue, "What country are you from?"  See that head at the bottom of this shot with the rat's-nest hair and the pink shirt and pink watch?  That's her.  She's quite short.

Silence

I will be silent when the following condition exists:

I am living a normal, healthy, productive life free of stalking and harassment and interrogation by covert operatives.  A great example from yesterday:  a woman approached me and asked, without any greeting, "What country are you from?"  Then another walked up and asked me why I was taking a picture; "What's interesting about that?," she said.  I'm way past the probing-questions aspect of the mind-control.  She then said, "I'm not harassing you."  Of course, I'd never suggested that she was, so...

Once I've attended a series of events without these things happening and I am free to socialize normally at such events; once I have friends and confidants I can trust and it is obvious that my name has been cleared; again, once I am living a normal, fulfilling, and very comfortable life with a higher level of financial security than most, completely free of stalking, harassment, manipulation, and veiled death threats, I will be silent.

Until then, I will continue to leave voice mails with, tweet to, and leave open comments on blog-posts of major news outlets, since it's clear my e-mails haven't reached their intended destinations.  When all that's in place, I'll be nice and quiet.  Ok?

You're looking at the only photo I've ever re-cropped.

The Big Waste

It's a professional photograph, motherfuckerrrrrrrs...

Don't Forget the Secret Service

I have to conclude that tall, strikingly beautiful models who attend rock concerts all by themselves and stand right next to me or walk into manicure salons immediately after I do and sit next to me are either CIA or, a group I've neglected thus far--the Secret Service.  If these things would stop, I would stop and let it all go, but it happened last night twice and of course some brainless blond big-tit bimbo joined me for a manicure earlier in the day and made some comment about a "big celebration" I was supposed to believe.  That's part of the dream-world they immerse you in which is difficult to see when you have nothing to do and no human interaction.  I've solved the nothing-to-do part completely and the other, partially, enough so that none of it effects me any more.   The goal is to tease me, spoil everything I do, and constantly fuck with my head.  I apologize for not giving proper due to the Secret Service who also has played a major role in this gross violation of my life.  In fact, many have hinted that I'm being trained for "that job," which, I repeat once again, I am not interested in and, like any other government job or position, whether hired, elected, or appointed, I will never work willingly and consciously.

For sure, absolutely--fuck the Secret Service, too, along with every single other individual and entity who has taken part in my persecution.

Beth Was Right...

The internet is a powerful tool.

A Big Celebration, Huh?

I heard that one before--a long time ago.  I actually laughed when she walked in the door.  It was beautiful.  Black, white--it doesn't matter what color the blonde-haired bimbos you send to sit next to me while I'm getting a manicure are.  The effect no longer exists.  Really--I would think recent similar results would indicate that pretty clearly.