Dear John;
I think of all the taunts and cutesy remarks all of you documented co-conspirators in
my harassment have said - and the ones that have come from your mouth. I have it on video.
You think you read what I had to say, but if you had actually taken time to read it, if
you actually believed in the things you claim to have worked and sacrificed for all these
years, you would not have said what you said.
I spent the night last night being hit by Directed Energy and effected by
Psychotronics. You all seem to think it's a walk in the park. I read a memo last night
from the FFCHS - Freedom From Covert Harassment & Surveillance - of 3 more people
committing suicide. They can get you to do that if you don't have the fortitude to
withstand it, if you're not strong enough to remain who you are. That's you and your
friends will celebrate when I become homeless, penniless, even more burdened than the
burden I've shouldered since birth due to the destruction of my life by my government. I
still don't understand why you and your friends didn't show me the mercy of killing me.
But, that's the truest indication of how sick you are.
I wrote a weblog last night about being harassed... the harassment I'm getting, even at
this moment, is to cause me to hate. And you know what, I just don't hate. I just
don't. And it pisses me off that my government and your friends do this to me and so many
other people, using Psychotronics to train people to hate. If you don't like my language,
then turn off the Psychotronics, because check the record, I don't usually swear. And that
pisses me off too.
If there's been anything consistent about my torture it is that if I say I stand for
any given principle, I am manipulated to make it appear that I violate my own principles.
I speak of love, and you taunt me and you harass me to spout hatred. And like your
co-conspirators, you use it to judge and condemn me.
I speak of being one with each other, and I am manipulated into being alienated and
alone. I am not even allowed to have a conversation with another person except for them to
make me the butt of their jokes and and ridicule.
Reminds you of something... doesn't it? I speak of peace, and for that you speak of
war..."
Ace - How Long?
My body is purposefully harmed by doctors and dentists.
My family and pets are targeted with painful directed energy attacks and Psychotronics.
You ought to try watching your dog chew himself to infection, watch your wife suffer the
same effects including Psychotronic rape that is afflicted upon her for days at a
time. And they whimper and cry as they are attacked for the sole purpose of aggravating me
and driving me to extremes.
And they do this to millions of people.
And then they argue with you for wanting to report it to authorities because they're
ashamed and embarrassed to admit such a bizarre, evil thing has been done to them, not to
mention the fact that they've been set up to appear as though they are crazy.
And then, imagine what it's like to find out that reporting it to authorities, to give
them the opportunity to formally, fraudulently, declare you insane so you can be drugged
and institutionalized... is exactly what you and your friends want in order to shut me up.
Because the authorities are the ones doing it.
And why? Because I am someone who cares , and loves, and stands for what he
believes in, often to my own momentary disadvantage and detriment, but always with the
satisfaction of knowing I was doing the right thing, being the good Samaritan, being the
Son of Man when I didn't even know it. I was just being it.
So, you may not like my anger, you may not like my words, but the anger is of
your own doing, and the truth is the truth, and if you choose to continue to judge and
condemn me, then at least be a big enough man to look me in the eye as I tell you of my
contempt for you for becoming everything you claimed to stand against.
One of the most disappointing moments of my life, until now, was actually when I was
working in the Silicon Valley. I worked for this company, my favorite company I've ever
worked for, and though it's a long story, let's just say that at a certain point, I came
to realize that the bulk of my closest friends were gay.
Until that moment, when I was seeking emotional support from a guy about a woman I had
fallen in love with - who was a lesbian - and while talking about the sexual
implications of love and life and sexual orientations, he finally paused and told me, much
to my shock, that he was gay. I was shocked because it had just never occurred to me to
wonder if any of these people were gay or not. Straight or not. Who cares?
That wasn't the problem. It wasn't a problem that I began to realize how many people on
my "A" list were gay. The problem came when my best friends had a big party, and
I knew it, wanted to be there, rarely went to parties, and I was told I wasn't
welcome because I wasn't gay.
I then became aware that I wasn't being promoted to higher departments of the company
because I wasn't gay.
And then found out that it seemed it was being held against me because I was against
gay people, More or less, because of the time I got a gay joke in my email inbox, and was
about to add to the joke of the email and pass it around the company, when I realized my
friends were gay, and I had no desire to hurt them or perpetuate their position of
being acceptable targets of jokes and slander, and instead wrote an email to the entire
company, globally, sharing my thoughts, and saying, if I who have these gay friends can be
brainwashed into participating in this bigotry, then we all can, and let's make a
conscious effort not to do it. That's the paraphrased version.
And for that, a woman came to me, livid, that I would have chosen to resolve the
situation constructively rather than allow the people who started the email joke get in
trouble and be punished for it. I asked her if she thought it better that someone get in
trouble, or that we put an end to the bigotry. She walked away in anger. And ever since
then, in retrospect, I can see the pattern of how I was discriminated against by that
company. And still, that is the place I enjoyed working at the most. I didn't blame her
for her anger, but I refused to give up my commitment and willingness to stand against
bigotry.
More importantly, no one would have gotten in trouble for sending that joke out in the
first place. So, Chuck stood up, and then bore the burden of the anger of the very people
he was defending.
When I got to Atlanta, for the first time, and stopped into a Denny's restaurant near
that 7 Flags amusement park (I think that's what it was.. the amusement park) and the
waiter wouldn't serve me food and when I requested it they spat in it.. He was black.
Everyone else in the restaurant was black. They were all staring at me. And I didn't blame
him or get upset, because I understood that his social conditions and circumstances
trained him to exhibit that hatred, and so the only thing there was to do was to be
someone who would stand against those circumstances that would generate such hatred.
Because that hatred was caused. He was not born with it. I loved him more for his
suffering than the discomfort of being hungry.
And so, as I'd become friends with black people from Atlanta, and ask them how they
could endure the hardships of the prejudice against them. I felt gratified that they
trusted me enough to tell me. And they told me little. What they appreciated most was that
someone, a white man, would acknowledge it and want to understand their suffering.
And then the people in my neighborhood surrounded me with Confederate Flags, which I'd
always thought were cute when I saw them in the supermarket... in California and Oregon
and Washington... because it turned out, quite accidentally, that all of the people coming
to my house for computer training were black. From Kaiser-Permanente hospital, by the way,
one of my bubble companies.
The only time in my life that I can look at that and say that I was actually willfully,
purposely on the edge of violence was in defense of my best friend, a black man. And we
were walking through the aisles of a store, and someone was making obnoxious remarks and
taunts at him for his color - and I picked up a 2-liter bottle of Pepsi or something and I
was going to hit him over the head with it like you'd do with dogs fighting when you're
trying break them up.
My friend saw what I was doing and he just turned to me and said "Don't. Don't
ever do that Just let it go." And that was the beginning of my disdain for the
description of another word I dislike to describe racial relations in this country -
diversity - tolerance... everything that focus on differences while claiming in a twisted
way to put an end to such divides. That happened long before I went to Atlanta.
I really did try to join the NAACP when I was 8 or 9. Maybe younger. Funny thing is,
this man, Don... turns out he was a police officer for Santa Cruz, and saved me from
getting set up to participate in a marijuana deal... a guy I knew said, do you now where I
can get something, and I said, maybe... now I realize he prevented me from getting in
trouble for something I really wasn't doing. I later found out, and now realize the
significance of the facts that immediately after that incident, I discovered his
girlfriend was the daughter of a well known talk show host on KGO. And that he was a
counselor for the NAACP. And in further retrospect, understanding what I do about him now,
it appears that he had a knack or assignment for going around, saving young white guys who
appear to be the guileless types who were being setup and psychotronically attacked as I
was.
He told me a story one day, at the NAACP, of a guy who came in, angry at the world, who
took it out on Don and kicked him in the groin.. It was awful. He was in pain for days.
Couldn't walk. I asked him if he filed charges. He said, no, it was part of his job to
help people who were angry at the world, especially when they had reason to be, and we
just told him not to come back to the office until he could control his temper
enough to not do violence.
It was in my memory that I tried to join the National Organization of Women when I was
a teen. Now, I think about it, and remember I would have, except for a woman -
interestingly walking into the same store where I almost attacked someone for demeaning my
black friend - all I did was open the door for her - which I would have done for anyone,
man, woman, child - and she very angrily and hostily verbally attacked me for being a male
chauvinist pig. So, I didn't' join because I figured it would be like the NAACP - because
I wasn't black, even if I was their friend, I wasn't welcome.
I love Martin Luther King. It's been a long time since I studied his words and acts.
But throughout the years, I have carried an incredible respect and love and admiration for
who he was as a man, a symbol, standing for his race and for the holographic
impression he left on this world. Or tried to.
When I said in a memo to Barack we were inextricably linked, it was not code for
statements made in his I Have A Dream Speech. You need to understand, I don't do code. I
don't make diabolical dialectic plans. I analyze situations and take appropriate action.
And I do not work in secrecy. Not because the Bible says to be visible. But because, like
Dr. King understood when he was chosen to lead a movement, remaining silent - remaining
civil at the cost of fundamental principles - will accomplish nothing except to further
enslave you in more deceptive ways by the very system you claim enslaved you, and which
out of your comfort and the bribery of the position you have been allowed to hold, you and
your people have gained nothing.
You have become an example of how good people are absorbed and assimilated into a
system, bribed by luxury and the perception of power and self-worth, public image and
personal pride, and who turn their backs on the very causes they became famous for
defending. That is your veil of the facade of righteousness for honors you no longer
deserve.
And if you believe my words are offensive and incorrect, then tell me why I am here,
impoverished and attacked, being forced into homelessness because I chose to stand up to
the tyranny you have become a part of. Tell me why I have made you aware of the suffering
of so many people by the government you are a part of, one who could end it now with one
or two public announcements... if you had any courage at all...
If I am so insignifcant, then why are you reading this? And why would you be hiding
behind plausible deniability?
Instead, you judge and condemn me for my anger, to which I say, **** you. And I once
again have no apologies for saying that, because you deserve it. When in Rome.
And what amazes me about someone like you - someone I have featured and pointed out as
being a hero on my sites - like Julian Bond and so many others - is that you claim to be
men of God, servants.. having knowledge of truth... you know that I am the Son of Man, and
like Jerry Falwell, you declare the wisdom of God's plan to be invalid... and it's only
because those of you who were anointed by God to carry out His plan don't do it, so it
fails, not because the plan is bad, but because it is not observed.
And still, you choose. like so many others who claim to be but are not Christians and
will be denied by God, to participate in a decades old plan to steal the message of God to
elect a man who is participating with criminals to win an election. And still you judge me
and condemn me and mock me for my anger.
And I 'll bet you particularly hate it when I tell you to read Ecclesiastics, thinking
yourself so righteous, and above the words and the wisdom and judgement bestowed by God
that someone you judge to be so vile would dare to believe you could benefit by his
words... which simply proves that you are no longer a man of the people, a servant of God,
but have become a servant to your lust, and greed.
Now, condemn me, taunt me, torture me some more. And then understand why you and your
friends will not be included in the Kingdom of God.
See... you can do all this to me all you want... you can harm all the people you
want... you're the one being tested, not me, and you will, one day, understand how
miserably you have failed. And it will be too late. You need to to begin to take
responsibility for your share of the millions of people who have died because of your
comfort and greed and ego. You need to take responsibility for the genocide being
committed by this nation and its allies.
You need to take responsibility for the fact that you are a member of the body of the
Anti-Christ... and if you can take an honest look at your life and what you you
allow in terms of fundamentally abandoning your principles for the sake of compromise, and
you can deny what I have just said, then taunt me one more time, and your name will remain
on the list of people to whom God I will say "Do I know you?".
This is YOUR moment to choose.
Aimee
Mann - Wise Up
Heroes. Myths. Nothing more than lies You consort with the Clintons and Rockefellers
and the Council on Foreign Relations, claim they are your friends, and I can only
wonder if you ever actually read any of the deceptions of the great legislation they've
been a part of.
Dr. King spoke of judging a man by the content of his character, and not the color of
his skin...
I was proud of Barack... as a man, as a black man... I would not have minded him using
God's campaign materials if he was sincere, and if he was not so co-opted to the body of
the anti-Christ...
There will be deception after deception after deception... interesting how you have
become one of them.
And isn't it interesting that you, and other fallen servants, have for so long for God
cried out for God to send His servant to save the world, and when He comes, you judge HIM,
you condemn HIM, you kill him and torture and steal the word of God... and prove that you
have no faith in God, and have turned your back on him.
And so it is no wonder that once again, all I can do is shake my head, and take pride
and comfort in knowing that I have not violated my principles nor have I surrendered, nor
will I surrender, my faith in God.
