Thursday, October 27, 2011

How the fascist system really works

The interesting thing about Ravi being a vice president with a company that was connected to the foundry industry is that he had been unemployed for a long period of time and then secured his current position just prior to testifying for Gamma Supplies in the patent infringement lawsuit. So now you know how the ruling fascists get cooperative witness. You say what they want you to say or you don’t work! Now Ravi was not poor like me. He had worked many years for an oil company and his wife was the daughter of a wealthy Indian family. Her father had been a diplomat for the Indian Government. Thus Ravi had sufficient funds to survive an extended period of unemployment and he could have always fled the country and gone back to India. But unlike me, Ravi had not been brutally tortured and terrorized. Therefore, Ravi was willing to lie for the ruling fascists and give them their court testimony in exchange for a high paying job. The ruling fascists get favorable/friendly testimony through economic EXTORTION! Amerika – what a system!

Since I could not afford to stay in Washington, DC for the remainder of the ACS meeting, I immediately headed back to my parent’s home. I had wanted to stay and attend some of the technical presentation and get up to speed on what was happening in the science and technology worlds, but I had already spent more than I could afford for the two days I was there for interviews.

Shortly after attending the ACS meeting, I resumed classes for teacher cetrification at the local university. If I completed the core education courses and a semester of student teaching, This would take a year, but in the end I would be certified to teach high school chemistry and science and thus I would have some source of income and my years spent becoming a scientists would not have been wasted.

The cost of going back to school was a major obstacle and in an effort to alleviate the financial burden, I obtained a part-time teaching position at a near-by junior college. The position required me to teach several evenings a week and the eleven hundred dollars in income for the two and a half months work mad the job worthwhile. However, when I informed the Social Security office of my plans, I was informed that even though the teaching position was part-time, the income averaged out to be over three hundred dollars a month, and therefore I would no longer be eligible for my Social Security disability payments of six hundred dollars a month. So much for an incentive to find work. As a result, I had to decline the offer to teach.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Nazi torture leaves you lifeless.

Later that same day I ran into my old nemisus Ravi Sardess, my original boss at Gamma Supplies. I calmly asked him what he was doing. He went into a perfunctory speech about how he was now a vice president in his new company and how he was making so much money. As he talked, I couldn’t help notice how hollow his words seemed. Ravi himself appeared mechanical and expressionless as if he were dead inside. He was no longer arrogant and he definitely wasn’t mockingly laughing at me as he had done two years earlier at the Atlanta ACS meeting.

“Did you know that they used my wife to spy on me when I was at Gamma Supplies?” I queried.

“No.” Ravi responded softly”

“Well they did. And now I haven’t worked in a year and I don’t know if I’ll ever work again. I was forced to resign from RAM,” I continued in a calm voice.
Ravi sat there with a blank look on his face and then in an effort to break the silence, he blurted out, “Well I’m making more money now that I ever could have made at Gamma Supplies.”

I started to walk away from Ravi. Then I turned to him on last time and said, “the people behind the Gamma Supplies scheme are really sick. I think you know that by now.”

Ravi said nothing, but as I left I had a feeling of satisfaction that he now knew the truth and seemed to realize that despite the difference in our economic and social position, that he was a much a victim of the government terrorism as I was.

The rest of the day it bothered me how lifeless Ravi looked. It was as if he were a man without a soul, and he seemed like he wanted to cry out “Please help me!” His mechanical, expressionless words and his robot-like manner almost frightened me more that the Nazi terrorism did.

Later I would come to truly appreciate Christ’s admonition when he said “Fear not those that can kill you, but rather fear those that steal your soul.” And that is what these ruling elite psychopaths do; they try to steal your soul. They literally beat the life out of you. That is why experts in the field of menticide describe the victims of these sick bastards as having a “living death”. These ruling elite want your soul for their god, Satan.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Trying to move on against impossible odds.

Several weeks passed before I headed to Washington, DC for the ACS meeting and hopefully for interviews for a job. On the first day there I did my best to mix in with the other chemists, but I made sure to avoid all people from RAM. At the end of the day I was surprised to find that I had several interviews scheduled and that some of the interviews were for very desirable jobs. With all the torture and terrorism, I had forgotten that I had a great resume with publications, patents and money making products.

The next day, the interviews would go well until the inevitable question arose as to why I had voluntarily left RAM a year earlier. I left most interviews feeling that in an ordinary situation, I would have easily been the best candidate for the position available. But given the reality of my situation I felt I had little or no chance of getting the job.

I was constantly on the alert for government set-ups and/or harasement, but I detected none. I spoke with several collegues for the Universities of Washington and Florida. The all offered sympathy and well intentioned advise, but none of them could offer anything of substance.

On the last day I attended the meeting, I was jarred back to reality when I ran into Ken Krajca, an old friend from the University of Florida. Ken had been used at a 1981 Atlanta ACS meeting to create some psychological terrorism and I had not had any contact with him since. This time Ken just said "hi", told me he couldn't help me get a job and then walked away. I followed him into the interview room and when he sat down at his table, I reinitiated the conversation. Finally, Ken's guilt over having betrayed a good friend got to him. NOTE: A Nazi psychopath would not have experience such guilt.

Ken said, "I still don't understand why someone just didn't set you down when this thing began and just say "this is the way it is."

"That's just the point, Ken." I replied. These people are sick. They want to torture; they don't want a solution other than my destruction. To do what you suggested would have been rational; these people are not rational. It is almost as if these people take pride in being crazy. That is what I'm trying to tell the world." I wanted to scream that these fascists are not rational because that is the one thing that had frustrated me through all the years. I didn't have any knowledge or understanding of the psychopathic personality at that time and could not understand that destroying rational, moral human beings is the way the psychopath proves to himself that he is superior and not crazy.

"I'm really sorry, but I can't help you." Ken said despondantly.

I knew what Ken was saying was true, but it meant so much to me that a former close freind like Ken would talk honestly with me for just a moment. The ruling fascists had never allowed that in the past. I shook his hand, turned and exited the interview room.

Actually, Ken's reaction is exactly why tyrannical governments destroy all ties of their victim with past friends, co-workers and their family. The don't want normal people feeling guilt over helping destroy the life of an innocent, defenseless victim. The ruling, dictating psychopath doesn't worry about guilt since he or she does not experience guilt - EVER!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Steps to starting anew.

When I wasn't working on my manuscript, I found some relaxation by going trout fishing. I would usual go in the early evening and not return back to my parents house until after dark. This kept the time I spent with my parents to a minimum. And when I was fishing, I could be at peace with the world and free from the society that I hated. However, eventually I had to return to the real world.

The use of pitting family members against each other in order to achieve fascist goals did not surprise me that much. I had read reports where the FBI frequently did this to get convictions. It was almost five years later when I was in Cuba that I saw a television documentary that showed how the South African government pitted black family members against each other in order to keep the blacks of that nation enslaved and impoverished. Apparently the division and destruction of the family is a standard tool used by oppresive capitalist nations. Interestingly, the documentary I saw was produced and narrated by amerikans, but I have never seen it nor seen any reference to it in this country. It hits too close to home.

After I had filed bankruptcy and had my car temporarily repossed, I decided that I could not wait another year to get a teaching position. I decided to try to find another job in the chemical industry. I rejoined the American Chemical Society (ACS), placed a "situation wanted" advertisement in the society's professional publication. I then made plans to attend the nation meeting at the end of August in, of all places, Washington, DC.

I also returned the call to Mr. Saunice who had called me a month earlier. Mr. Saunice represented an employment agency as I had suspected. He felt that I didn't have much of a chance of finding a job, but that there was no harm in trying. He then gave me the name of a personnel manager at the Air Products Corporation which had its headquaters withing reasonable driving distance of where I was located. I agreed that it was probably a good idea to talk to a corporate personnel manager in order to get some idea of how I was going to be received by industry. It would also serve as a rehearsal for interviews I might have at the upcoming ACS meeting.

A couple of days later, I drove to Air Products to talk to the personnel manager. I didn't know what to expect, but I was presently surprised when the man listened intently for a couple of hours. He asked probing questions and appeared to accept what I was telling him. Of course, my story may have been an eduction for him too. He finally recommended that I answer questions at the ACS meeting as honestly as possible, but that I should not dwell on the past and be as brief as possible. He concluded that I would have difficulty finding another job, but he felt that my situation was not impossible.

I left the meeting with the personnel manager feeling somewhat relieved. First, and most important, there was no clue of government intervention or ochestration during our conversation. There was none of the usual double talk or coincideces that had been used to terrorize me for so long. That was the most encouraging aspect of our conversation. I hoped for a moment anyway that maybe I could start over and begin a new life. I didn't see how that was possible given the extremely sick, evil nature of the people who had destroyed my life, but it was the only hope I had at the moment. And that was enough to keep me going.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

"Get it in writing and make lots of copies"

on writing everything down and getting the events which had transpired into a clear, concise, legible form. Thus my only motivation in my life was to prevent the government from hiding their sick, evil insidious actions.

This is how how the fascist system works. As Dr. William Sargant points out in his enlightening book, “Battle For The Mind,” John Wesley’s enormous success as a preacher was based on an intuitive understanding of the central nervous system. He would open his sermon with a long detailed description of the torments to which, unless they underwent conversion, his audience would undoubtedly be condemned for eternity. Then, when terror and agonizing sense of guilt had brought his listeners to the verge of a complete cerebral breakdown, he would change his tone and promise salvation to those who believed and repented. By this kind of preaching, Wesley converted thousands of men, women and children. Intense, prolonged fear broke them down and produced a state of greatly intensified suggestibility.

In the political arena, the effectiveness of political propaganda depends on the methods employed, not upon the doctrine taught. These doctrines may be true or false, wholesome or pernicious – it makes little difference. If the indoctrination is given in the right way at the proper stage of nervous exhaustion, it will work. Under favorable conditions, practically everybody can be converted to practically anything(no taxes, war is peace – yes, Ronald Reagan actually used that Orwellian phrase).

We possess detailed descriptions of the methods used by the amerikan secret police in dealing with political prisoners. From the moment the victim is singled out, the victim is subjected systematically to many kinds of physical and psychological stress. At all times the prisoner is kept in a state of suspense, uncertainty and acute apprehension. Day after day the victim is harassed and questioned by people who do their best to frighten, confuse and bewilder him. After a few weeks or months of such treatment, his brain goes on strike and he confesses to whatever it is that his captors want. In my case, I signed a court document to be used in court. Then, if he is to converted rather that killed, he is offered comfort of hope. IF he will but accept the true faith, he can be saved.

My writing had been going well, and I was averaging about ten pages a day despite some days on intense physical pain. My determination to get the demented acts of the government in writing was so obsessive that nothing could stop me. By late June, I had completed about two hundred hand-written pages which I took to a local secretarial service for typing. At that point I began to believe I could actually get the manuscript completed. However I had no illusions about getting the manuscript published.