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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Hi Guys! Federal Bureau of Investigation - and "Freedom of the Speech"

As we all know, goon-squads are goon-squads.  If you don't know that, it's probably because you are still 15 years old.  A long time ago, people used to say that "lawyers" jobs - their responsibility - was to protect the "little guys" who are having their rights trampled against the "big guys" who are doing the trampling.  The people on my e-mail list are not people who one might think of as "innocent."  You see, to me, their is difference between "oppression" and "the oppressed."  Just because two parties are involved in an altercation, or an incident - it certainly doesn't mean both parties are guilty.  In fact, when large government or quasi-government organizations like large-technical Universities get going, weeding out "political undesirables" has been a staple - a hallmark if you wish - of standard policy.


Two dudes from "Faggots and Butchers Incorporated" - F.B.I. (as I usually call them - literally because I'm a male victim of sexual assault) came to my place of residence this afternoon.  This is the third visit or encounter with "radical and armed militants" or "the regime" that I have had in the past month and a half.  They haven't done anything to me lately, but then again, the (homo-sexual) man who is talking to me as I write these posts, has obviously been permitting me to write about my life as a victim of Hypno-Programming.  I have been writing quite a bit, I guess, and somewhat to my own chagrin, have been including events and episodes from when I was much younger - a much more violent time.  I do sometimes feel like I'm literally "justifying Hypno-Programming" by talking about how violent "The Boston Police" (Zip Code 02139) or "The Richardson Police" (Zip code 75080) were when I was younger.  I mean, talking about "male-rape" seems like nothing when I bring up a literal school massacre that occurred in the 1980's when I was in elementary school.  There was a *war* here in the U.S. - and I am not going to be quiet about it.  What is sad, is that, yes, it has been covered up.  I don't have any friends left from when I was young, most of my good friends died in school before I was even 18 years old - and I'm not from Iraq, I'm from Dallas.  What is sad, is that the horrific acts of violence that did occur are repeatedly mentioned the Hypno-Programming experts here in Dallas who are always bringing up these facts - using the T.V. that is surgically implanted in my brain.  I do not want these electrodes in my body - and, more importantly, I want to see people in power incarcerated for these attacks on my life. 

So, anyway, yes, there was a lot of "war" growing up in the United States in the 1980's.  These expressions are routinely ringing in my brain.  These are actually terms we all learned as kids to describe flatulence, but, generally it applied to how people behaved during Dallas Police and United States led militarized invasions of the U.S.A.

  • Loud but Harmless - In 1987, the school walls at my Junior High-School "The Richardson North Vikings" were rattling so loud by kids screaming all day long... Why?  Kid's are harmless, and when they are scared, yelling can be the only defense they have.
  • Silent but Deadly (Marines, Police, Drug Dealers, Drug Attics - they were all the same people) - If you were in a fighting mood, at it was the 1980's - you wouldn't hear a thing - you just shot. 

What did I do?  When I was old enough to appreciate the value of "sobriety" and "abstaining from narcotics" - I stayed sober, and did every homework assignment I could.  That was when I was 15 years old.  I memorized every assignment my teacher ever gave me.  I was accepted at Harvard and M.I.T. (and Yale, and Stanford...) because of it.

This afternoon, today, (Wednesday, November 28th, 2018) I was walking to the stairwell to have my pipe and tobacco to relax when to "Federal Agents swooped in" to harass me.  I hope they are reading this post, because what we talked about was crime - we talked about real crime and the people in power who have to be held accountable for these crimes.  Since September of this year, this is, as I just said, my third run-in with "the radicalized government."  Government radicals are really all you can say about anyone who carries a firearm to "keep the public safe."  These people are not providing services that we need - their services are neither appreciated by any legitimate personnel, nor needed.  Not everybody who will ever read these words will have electrodes implanted into their skulls, their genitals, or other glands inside their bodies.  The ones that do - will have all kinds of thoughts and opinions about the world which have been grotesquely modified - "tweaked" if you will - to suit the needs of the people sitting behind the surveillance cameras.  These are crimes - these are higher crimes the the usual "high crimes and misdemeanors."  These are atrocities, and they have been actively buried, covered up, and even justified in the name of preventing different forms of atrocities that occurred in the 1980's.

Here are the facts of this case:

  • I have "a Master" - he controls the electrical implants that were put inside my body against my will.
  • Though these implants cannot control me like a robot, they can disorient me whenever my master sees fit.
  • The only way I would even be writing this very blog-page that you, the reader, are reading is with his permission.  I don't know this man, where he is, what is name is, how old he is, or how educated he is.
  • Yes, it is like having "a queer" following me around all day - and listening to me talk in my home, as he orders me around - literally with my wife in the room at home.
  • These are crimes.  People who work for traditional forms of law enforcement agencies derelict their duties when violent crimes that are reported go ignored.
  • When the electrodes attached to my genitals are electrocuted - these crimes become sexual in nature.  These are felonies, not misdemeanors.
  • When these crimes are reported to "federal law enforcement" or any branch of the (former) United States Government - I am repeatedly threatened of with further acts of sexual abuse, torture or imprisonment by all kinds of people.
  • Less educated members of my family - who easily comply with "legal orders" - have been psychologically conditioned to further support this grotesque regime.
  • These are violent crimes - used for acts of extreme repression of educated members of the United States Population  - that when they go unpunished - result in brutality, and the ruining of people's lives.
If when I report these crimes to "federal agents" I am mocked, laughed at (and have even been incarcerated):

  • Calling or referring to these people as "F.B.I. Agents" or "University Police" become a crime in and unto itself!  The people who work for the "Dallas Police" or "The University of Texas Police" or even "The M.I.T., Harvard Police" are not law-enforcement agents, nor are the acting like law-enforcement agencies.  These radicalized outfits simply cannot be called law-enforcement organizations every again.
  •  I described acts of "genital mutilation" that occurred on the campus of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology when I was younger.  The people conducting these attacks were government agents from Washington, the District of Columbia
  • I described how, yesterday, November 27th, 2018, while I was at home, the man running the Hypno-Programming Software here in Dallas verbally abused me - in my home.  This is crime - and they just ignored me!
  • I described how when I was in college, (what I called "bone-crunching evil") - parts of the bones in my fingers were cut out by "Law Enforcement."
  • I was told by both of them that the Universities did not appreciate hearing these facts, and that (particularly at a place like M.I.T. where the Internet backbone and software engineering began), the people felt that the only crime which had occurred was "harassment."
  • My Master, today, sitting here at the library in Dallas asked me to keep typing.  I do not see "eye-to-eye" with this man at all, and to be honest, I do not know down what "road" I am being led.  I do not have a choice, so I continue to write.
  • The TV surgically implanted inside my brain - a TV that every single member of my family has also endured to differing levels of personality adjustment... This TV can get me going on a software project, or shut me down for saying a word through the telephone that my Master does not like!

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