I decided to fly to the one place where I had really enjoyed living. That was Florida where I had spent three years at the University of Florida. I took one week and went to the Ft. Lauderdale area to look around and to see if it might be a good place to relocate.l After a week, I reluctantly returned home and began to make plans to permanently move to Ft. Lauderdale. I really didn't have enough money to live there, but I really didn't care. I had been brutally tortured for so long with the purpose of destroying my life that I knew The Crazies were going to do what they wanted to do regardless of what I did. Their only concern was to get rid of me one way or the other. I was to The Crazies as a Jew was to Hitler. I was the cause of all of The Crazies' problems. Therefore I just decide I may as well just enjoy myself while they continued the destruction of my life.
My problem with lack of sufficient funds was partially alleviated when I received my monthly bank state and found an extra thousand dollars in my account. There were no records of deposits or anything else unusual, except the initial balance was one thousand dollars more than the previous month. I don't know how the money got there, but I'm sure The Crazies were behind it somehow. I became even more confused when I received my statement from the RAM Credit Union and there was no record of a deduction from my account for my monthly car payment. As a result of all the mind games The Crazies had played over the years, my mind went wild. I wondered if The Crazies were going to support me until I got back on my feet. I was so irrational from six years of continuous torture, that I would believe anything that was suggested. After all, I suddenly had an income and no car payment! With all that good news, I made plans to move to Ft. Lauderdale. I never bothered to check with the bank or the Credit Union and I didn't care.
I eagerly awaited the next monthly statement from the bank. When it arrived, I ripped it open and checked the balance. There it was again; my balance had increased by another thousand dollars. I immediately packed my bags and finalized my plans to move to Ft. Lauderdale. To this day, I don't know how the money got into my account, but I do know that The Crazies wanted me out of the area as soon as I could be moved. It was just like when I left originally left Chicago years earlier. The Crazies wanted me as far away from the participants in the torturing as they could get me and they would do whatever it took to get me to leave. Later when I would read books on political terrorism, I found that the torturers always want the victim(s) to be seperated from them as quickly as possible. In other words The Crazies wanted the people who had participated in the torture to forget about me a quickly as possible. The other workers were to go back to believing in the standard indoctrinated version of amerika. You know the terms; liberty, freedom, democracy and all of that crap.
Since I still had some furniture and other belongings, I decided to ship those items along with my car and I flew south to Ft. Lauderdale. My trip was uneventful(remember, The Crazies wanted me to leave) and I was beginning to believe that I might be able to start my life over. All of the destruction that had been done in my life didn't seem to matter to me and all I was looking forward to was to enjoy a few days in my life. It had been six years since I had been free of harassment and terrorism, and I was going to ignore those problems for a short period regardless of the consequences. I arrived in Florida with one purpose and that was to relax and enjoy life.
The euphoria of being free from the daily torment from Anita and RAM soon began to fade as reality set in. I quickly realized that I had expenses of over a thousand dollars a month in rent for my rented condo, car payment, food and other fixed expenses such as utilities and I had no income! I opened had opened a new bank account and this time there was no increase in the monthly balance. I was going to have to find some form of work.
Instead of seriously looking for work, I kept busy resting and sunning myself during the day and going out to the singles scene at night. To my surprise, I found my friendly, easy going manner a real asset in meeting members of the opposite sex and it was long before I was dating a couple of nights a week. The biggest problem I had was my physical health would deteriorate rapidly after a couple of consecutive late nights out. And despite the fact that my life was virtually free from harassment, I was continually racked with pain. I rationalized that The Crazies were happy as long as I had no income and was behaving irresponsibly in a manner that eventually would lead to my financial ruin. If they couldn't eliminate me, then complete destruction of my life was the goal of The Crazies. And after six years of fighting the inevitable, I made no attempt to slow down the process now.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Only in Nazi amerika do criminals do surveillance of law-biding citizens.
Immediately upon my return to home, I mailed a copy of my resume to Arnold Cline. I wasn't sure what I was going to do next, but I really didn't have to worry because the next day I became seriously ill with bronchitis and spent the next two weeks in bed. After several weeks with no reply from Arnold Cline, I sent him a short letter telling him to go to hell. I now had no hope of getting a job and even if I did get on, my physical health was so poor that I would not be able to keep it. As a result, I just decided to enjoy myself and forget about reality.
I generally loafed around and did little except to go out for groceries and other necessities. I quickly noticed that whenever I left the apartment complex there would be a manned police car sitting along the side of the main road leading to my apartment. My first thought was that I was being kept under constant surveillance, but that seemed ridiculous to me. Still, I constantly checked my rear view mirror of my car for evidence that I was being followed.
Then on day, quit by accident, I was able to confirm that my every movement was being observed. I was taking some papers to be typed by my typist when an unusual sequence of events occurred. The typist lived on a semi-rural road near a ninety degree bend in the road. The curve was very bad because a large old building sat on the inside corner of the curve and that obstructed the view of oncoming traffic. I drove around the corner and as I approached the typist's house, I saw that she was not home. I continued on past the house, made a U-turn in the middle of the road and headed back to my apartment. As I rounded the sharp turn, I passed a dark colored sedan heading in the opposite direction. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the car I had just passed, making a frantic U-turn and the driver was talking into a hand-held communication device. I was being tailed! I continued on to a shopping center parking lot where I stopped and waited for several minutes. Then I started up my car and drove back on to the main road. I immediately checked my rear view mirror and there was the same dark colored sedan and a plain clothed driver following me, but this time he was much closer. Apparently the driver knew that I had spotted him and now he was letting me know for sure that I was being followed in order to intimidate me. I briefly thought about slamming on my brakes to cause an accident to see if I could find out whom the man was working for, but I quickly rationalized that the police would hide the mystery driver's identity, and I would be blamed for the accident.
I continued on my way and then abruptly pulled off the road and came to a stop. The trailing car slowed down, looked like he was considering stopping too and then continued on his way. I pulled out in pursuit and flashed my lights a few times and honked my horn to annoy him. He kept speeding up until I cut off the pursuit. Then I turned off onto another road and headed back to my apartment.
I couldn't help but wonder who was trailing me. I considered Gestapo agencies like the FBI and CIA, or some sort of RAM security force. Whoever it was let me know that I was under constant surveillance.
Now this is why the Nazi think they are so superior in intelligence. They know they have brutally tortured someone for over five years. So to them in is obvious that this person must be some sort of physical danger to them. That is the depth of their thinking. And they believe because they have power that it makes them smart. No wonder this country is so screwed up. The Crazies are running it!!!! And unfortunately people are learning that way too late. They people didn't want to listen to me for the past 30 years, so it is down the road of destruction amerika travels. And if you continue to read my posts, you will learn that people in other countries do know about the real amerika and they do listen.
I generally loafed around and did little except to go out for groceries and other necessities. I quickly noticed that whenever I left the apartment complex there would be a manned police car sitting along the side of the main road leading to my apartment. My first thought was that I was being kept under constant surveillance, but that seemed ridiculous to me. Still, I constantly checked my rear view mirror of my car for evidence that I was being followed.
Then on day, quit by accident, I was able to confirm that my every movement was being observed. I was taking some papers to be typed by my typist when an unusual sequence of events occurred. The typist lived on a semi-rural road near a ninety degree bend in the road. The curve was very bad because a large old building sat on the inside corner of the curve and that obstructed the view of oncoming traffic. I drove around the corner and as I approached the typist's house, I saw that she was not home. I continued on past the house, made a U-turn in the middle of the road and headed back to my apartment. As I rounded the sharp turn, I passed a dark colored sedan heading in the opposite direction. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the car I had just passed, making a frantic U-turn and the driver was talking into a hand-held communication device. I was being tailed! I continued on to a shopping center parking lot where I stopped and waited for several minutes. Then I started up my car and drove back on to the main road. I immediately checked my rear view mirror and there was the same dark colored sedan and a plain clothed driver following me, but this time he was much closer. Apparently the driver knew that I had spotted him and now he was letting me know for sure that I was being followed in order to intimidate me. I briefly thought about slamming on my brakes to cause an accident to see if I could find out whom the man was working for, but I quickly rationalized that the police would hide the mystery driver's identity, and I would be blamed for the accident.
I continued on my way and then abruptly pulled off the road and came to a stop. The trailing car slowed down, looked like he was considering stopping too and then continued on his way. I pulled out in pursuit and flashed my lights a few times and honked my horn to annoy him. He kept speeding up until I cut off the pursuit. Then I turned off onto another road and headed back to my apartment.
I couldn't help but wonder who was trailing me. I considered Gestapo agencies like the FBI and CIA, or some sort of RAM security force. Whoever it was let me know that I was under constant surveillance.
Now this is why the Nazi think they are so superior in intelligence. They know they have brutally tortured someone for over five years. So to them in is obvious that this person must be some sort of physical danger to them. That is the depth of their thinking. And they believe because they have power that it makes them smart. No wonder this country is so screwed up. The Crazies are running it!!!! And unfortunately people are learning that way too late. They people didn't want to listen to me for the past 30 years, so it is down the road of destruction amerika travels. And if you continue to read my posts, you will learn that people in other countries do know about the real amerika and they do listen.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Returning to the scene of the crimes.
I recently saw a DVD titled "The Crazies". When I saw it, I immediately thought that was the perfect description of my government/business antagonists. As a result, from now on instead to referring to my captors/ torturers as psychopaths, Nazis, stupid and "they", I will refer to them as The Crazies. It is so descriptive. So powerful that they can be as crazy as they want to be.
Besides all of the economic and social problems I had, my physical health was deteriorating rapidly. I suffered sever pains to the head, I constantly had a bad cough, and I had developed an unusual sensation between my legs in the perineum area. This sensation, although not really a pain, was an unbelievable irritation and was annoying enough to make me want to scream. Despite my poor physical and mental state, I decided I had to continue to fight, I decided I would go to the origins of my problems and drive to Chicago and pay a visit to Gamma Supplies.
I left for Gamma Supplies the following Monday morning and drove all day before stopping in western Ohio for some sleep. During the drive I was constantly bothered by severe pain throughout my body, and my mind constantly kept think of the intense psychological, emotional and mental pressure to which I had been subjected. I continued to drive the next day and finally arrived in Chicago late on Tuesday afternoon.
I rove to the Gamma Supplies facility and observed the physical layout. There had been a few minor structural changes, but overall the place was the same as it was when I had left almost five years earlier. I wanted to be very careful when I talked to Arnold Cline and Darth Korey because I did not want to give anyone an excuse to have me arrested. (As I would find out years later, the Nazis don't need an excuse, if they want to arrest you they will just create an phony excuse - again reality has no place in Nazi amerika.) I had taken my small target rifle out of the car trunk and a small pocket knife out of the glove compartment and had left them at home. I planned on parking my car on an adjacent public parking are to prevent having my car impounded. Now I knew "they" could do anything they wanted to, but "they" preferred to have a reasonable excuse when they took hostile action. After I felt I had taken all the precautions I could, I decided I would go into the Gamma Supplies' office the next morning after I had a good night sleep.
The next morning I put on my best suit and headed for Gamma Supplies. I knew my presence there would not be a surprise since The Crazies monitored everything I did. But still I wondered how they would react to seeing the person whose life they had sacrificed for their profit. I walked in the front door, introduced myself to the receptionist and told her that I would like to talk to Arnold Cline. She called him and said he would be out in a few minutes. After about a five minute wait Arnold Cline entered the waiting room from the main office and just as we exchanged greetings, Darth Korey came walking in the same door I had entered from the outside. I suspected the coordinated entrances were intended to surprise and anger me. I calmly stated my position of what had happened to cause my predicament. Both of them of course expressed ignorance, but you could see the fear in their faces and that gave me a calming sense of satisfaction. Arnold in particular tried to remain expressionless with a blank stare, but he could not hide the uneasiness and discomfort that he felt in my presence. Darth was his usual transparent self as he tried to act macho.
After a short period, we went inside and and went to Darth's office. There I was informed that Gamma Supplies had won the lawsuit(SURPRISE!) and that shortly after I had given my sworn deposition to the opposing attorney about what I had done, the corrupt judge Myron Gordon had transferred the case out of his court to a lower court. Sort of like Pontius Pilate washing his hands of whole affair. I couldn't help but notice that if Gamma Supplies was making more money off of my patented product "Rapid Set", they sure weren't spending on the facilities. The place still looked like a dump.
Shortly after we went into Darth's office, Darth went into one of egotistical rants. He pointed to some letters on his desk and said they were job offers to him and that one wanted to pay him one million dollars in salary. As always, Darth's sole measure of his self worth and the worth of other people was measured in dollars and cents. It seemed to be the way he could understand anything was to put a price tag on it. He actually was very typical of amerika, where the only worth of a person is how much money they have. That is why I was so expendable in The Crazies' scheme, because I was poor and therefore had no worth or value in amerikan terms. Anyway, Darth's bragging was so typical Darth. Maybe he thought I would be enraged that he had profited so much from using me. I just thought he was pathetic.
Arnold then talked about finding a job for me and said the he would consider hiring me back at their new plant in Detroit. The same plant where my replacement at Gamma Supplies, Carl Host had caused a major explosion that did considerable damage. I left with a feeling that I had been told a lot of hot air, but I felt good knowing that Darth Korey and Arnold Cline did not feel safe just because I was living on the East Coast. At one point during our discussion Arnold expressed that I could reach Chicago in one day if I drove straight through. It had always bothered me that the conspirators at Gamma Supplies were able to use me and then go on with their lives as if nothing had happened. Now I knew they were a little less secure. I headed back home with a sense of triumph.
Besides all of the economic and social problems I had, my physical health was deteriorating rapidly. I suffered sever pains to the head, I constantly had a bad cough, and I had developed an unusual sensation between my legs in the perineum area. This sensation, although not really a pain, was an unbelievable irritation and was annoying enough to make me want to scream. Despite my poor physical and mental state, I decided I had to continue to fight, I decided I would go to the origins of my problems and drive to Chicago and pay a visit to Gamma Supplies.
I left for Gamma Supplies the following Monday morning and drove all day before stopping in western Ohio for some sleep. During the drive I was constantly bothered by severe pain throughout my body, and my mind constantly kept think of the intense psychological, emotional and mental pressure to which I had been subjected. I continued to drive the next day and finally arrived in Chicago late on Tuesday afternoon.
I rove to the Gamma Supplies facility and observed the physical layout. There had been a few minor structural changes, but overall the place was the same as it was when I had left almost five years earlier. I wanted to be very careful when I talked to Arnold Cline and Darth Korey because I did not want to give anyone an excuse to have me arrested. (As I would find out years later, the Nazis don't need an excuse, if they want to arrest you they will just create an phony excuse - again reality has no place in Nazi amerika.) I had taken my small target rifle out of the car trunk and a small pocket knife out of the glove compartment and had left them at home. I planned on parking my car on an adjacent public parking are to prevent having my car impounded. Now I knew "they" could do anything they wanted to, but "they" preferred to have a reasonable excuse when they took hostile action. After I felt I had taken all the precautions I could, I decided I would go into the Gamma Supplies' office the next morning after I had a good night sleep.
The next morning I put on my best suit and headed for Gamma Supplies. I knew my presence there would not be a surprise since The Crazies monitored everything I did. But still I wondered how they would react to seeing the person whose life they had sacrificed for their profit. I walked in the front door, introduced myself to the receptionist and told her that I would like to talk to Arnold Cline. She called him and said he would be out in a few minutes. After about a five minute wait Arnold Cline entered the waiting room from the main office and just as we exchanged greetings, Darth Korey came walking in the same door I had entered from the outside. I suspected the coordinated entrances were intended to surprise and anger me. I calmly stated my position of what had happened to cause my predicament. Both of them of course expressed ignorance, but you could see the fear in their faces and that gave me a calming sense of satisfaction. Arnold in particular tried to remain expressionless with a blank stare, but he could not hide the uneasiness and discomfort that he felt in my presence. Darth was his usual transparent self as he tried to act macho.
After a short period, we went inside and and went to Darth's office. There I was informed that Gamma Supplies had won the lawsuit(SURPRISE!) and that shortly after I had given my sworn deposition to the opposing attorney about what I had done, the corrupt judge Myron Gordon had transferred the case out of his court to a lower court. Sort of like Pontius Pilate washing his hands of whole affair. I couldn't help but notice that if Gamma Supplies was making more money off of my patented product "Rapid Set", they sure weren't spending on the facilities. The place still looked like a dump.
Shortly after we went into Darth's office, Darth went into one of egotistical rants. He pointed to some letters on his desk and said they were job offers to him and that one wanted to pay him one million dollars in salary. As always, Darth's sole measure of his self worth and the worth of other people was measured in dollars and cents. It seemed to be the way he could understand anything was to put a price tag on it. He actually was very typical of amerika, where the only worth of a person is how much money they have. That is why I was so expendable in The Crazies' scheme, because I was poor and therefore had no worth or value in amerikan terms. Anyway, Darth's bragging was so typical Darth. Maybe he thought I would be enraged that he had profited so much from using me. I just thought he was pathetic.
Arnold then talked about finding a job for me and said the he would consider hiring me back at their new plant in Detroit. The same plant where my replacement at Gamma Supplies, Carl Host had caused a major explosion that did considerable damage. I left with a feeling that I had been told a lot of hot air, but I felt good knowing that Darth Korey and Arnold Cline did not feel safe just because I was living on the East Coast. At one point during our discussion Arnold expressed that I could reach Chicago in one day if I drove straight through. It had always bothered me that the conspirators at Gamma Supplies were able to use me and then go on with their lives as if nothing had happened. Now I knew they were a little less secure. I headed back home with a sense of triumph.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Hungry Man Is Not A Free Man - Adlai Stevenson
Once I was made aware of the presence of security personnel, Stu ushered me into his office where he, the personnell man and I had a brief discussion. They said my resignation was final and I would be escorted out of the building. The Stu asked for my identification badge which allowed a person access to the buildings. I had the badge in my shirt pocet and its outline was clearly visible. I decided to play the Nazi game.
"I don't have the badge with me." I calmly replied.
Stu was visibly annoyed and half stood up and pointed at my shirt pocket. "You have your badge right there. What is that?"
I just looked at him and did what had been done to me so many times; I ignored the obvious. "I don't have the badge with me. I'll mail it to you."
Stu was turning red and he turned to the personnel man and pleaded. "He has it in his pocket!"
The personnel man motioned to Stu to calm down and then turned to me and said, "You can mail it to us. I'll escort you out of the building."
I left the building with the understanding that I would call personnel after the weekend. I couldn't help but think how the same technique that had been used on me so many times over the previous five years was so effective in infuriating Stu. Once again, it proved that my response to an external stimulus was and had been perfectly normal. This is a point that intelligence officers and psychiatrists in Cuba would confirm when I discussed events with them years later. It also confirmed an opinion that I had always had about Stu. I had always considered him a pusilanimous twit and his reaction to my action only confirmed my suspicions. And Stu's claim to fame was that he had been an officer in the military! What can I say.
As I approached my car, I noticed two men sitting in a running car and they were observing me. I calmly walked over and asked, "Can I help you? Are you looking for something?"
"We are looking for the 310 building," the passenger sheepishly replied.
I pointed out the building, and they drove off slowly. As I was driving out of the complex, I passed two security vehicles sitting along the way that I assumed were watching to making sure I left the job site.
I sat alone in my apartment and realized that I had absolutely nothing left in my life. The Nazis had destroyed everything. Economically I was without a job, I had no hope of getting another one, and I was not eligible for unemployment because I had resigned. And of course, if I claimed I had been harassed into resigning, RAM would just produce a voluminous medical file that showed I was mentally ill and had resigned in some sort of psychotic fit. This was truly "1984" at its worst. The Nazis just wrote what they wanted to be the "truth". Reality was totally irrelevant - with enough power you can create a false reality. Power really is the ability to be as insane as you want to be - you can hide and deny reality.
I realized for the first time what an oppresive, slave state amerika is. I was initially chosen because I was poor and would not have any way to excape from the Nazis grip and now poverty would be used to imprison me for the rest of my life.
"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against
the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual
forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God,
so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and
after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of
truth buckled around your waist." The Bible
"I don't have the badge with me." I calmly replied.
Stu was visibly annoyed and half stood up and pointed at my shirt pocket. "You have your badge right there. What is that?"
I just looked at him and did what had been done to me so many times; I ignored the obvious. "I don't have the badge with me. I'll mail it to you."
Stu was turning red and he turned to the personnel man and pleaded. "He has it in his pocket!"
The personnel man motioned to Stu to calm down and then turned to me and said, "You can mail it to us. I'll escort you out of the building."
I left the building with the understanding that I would call personnel after the weekend. I couldn't help but think how the same technique that had been used on me so many times over the previous five years was so effective in infuriating Stu. Once again, it proved that my response to an external stimulus was and had been perfectly normal. This is a point that intelligence officers and psychiatrists in Cuba would confirm when I discussed events with them years later. It also confirmed an opinion that I had always had about Stu. I had always considered him a pusilanimous twit and his reaction to my action only confirmed my suspicions. And Stu's claim to fame was that he had been an officer in the military! What can I say.
As I approached my car, I noticed two men sitting in a running car and they were observing me. I calmly walked over and asked, "Can I help you? Are you looking for something?"
"We are looking for the 310 building," the passenger sheepishly replied.
I pointed out the building, and they drove off slowly. As I was driving out of the complex, I passed two security vehicles sitting along the way that I assumed were watching to making sure I left the job site.
I sat alone in my apartment and realized that I had absolutely nothing left in my life. The Nazis had destroyed everything. Economically I was without a job, I had no hope of getting another one, and I was not eligible for unemployment because I had resigned. And of course, if I claimed I had been harassed into resigning, RAM would just produce a voluminous medical file that showed I was mentally ill and had resigned in some sort of psychotic fit. This was truly "1984" at its worst. The Nazis just wrote what they wanted to be the "truth". Reality was totally irrelevant - with enough power you can create a false reality. Power really is the ability to be as insane as you want to be - you can hide and deny reality.
I realized for the first time what an oppresive, slave state amerika is. I was initially chosen because I was poor and would not have any way to excape from the Nazis grip and now poverty would be used to imprison me for the rest of my life.
"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against
the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual
forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God,
so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and
after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of
truth buckled around your waist." The Bible
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