Thursday, June 30, 2022

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes, and say "Do you want to make a deal?"

Well, guess what? After over two years, my Easy-Chair broke. My feet get numb, often. Yesterday, after a completely failed attempt to get more than 25 minutes of exercise done out behind my apartment, I came back inside and felt bad about it. I went through my master's "eat a little more cholesterol, it will help your nerves, joints and digestive track - just don't add any salt" advice. I did feel more tired and groggy when I started up (which is what I was warned about). Of course, throughout the course of my entire adult life, it has never really felt like "the advice" piped directly into my brain was very sincere or honest.

Man thinks 'cause he rules the Earth, he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will
Oh, man has invented his doom
First step was touching the moon

Now, there's a woman on my block
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who, gonna take away his license to kill?

Now, they take him, and they teach him, and they groom him for life
And they set him, on a path where he's bound to get ill
Then they bury him with stars
Sell his body like they do used cars

Now, there's a woman on my block
She just sit there facin' the hill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Now he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
And all he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies

But there's a woman on my block
Sitting there in a cold chill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Bob Dylan, "License to Kill", the later years (1983)

I write Java Software often. Rather, I need to say that I transcribe Java - meaning that I have an extremely strong suspicion that the code I write I see inside my eye-sockets, inside my brain, before I've typed it. It would be apropos to say it feels like I'm dragged around the Internet all day long with electronic fishing hooks shoved into my eye-sockets. Do you know what a real bastard does in the United States of America? He brags about his crimes. He brags about his crimes to his victims regularly... He finds uncanny, complicated and masterfully thought-out ways to brag about the cruelty and the crime that he commits on a daily basis. He does it in ways that make discussing the attacks and manipulative behavior difficult and impossible to talk about with other people in society.

The content of what we hear is designed, before all else, to make you mute regarding anything about the power and authority in the U.S. (or anything actually important at all!)

So I was at work today, for about 8 hours. The library building where I go is directly in front of the Dallas City Hall Building, and there is a giant two-story window directly in front of me. Today, is June 29th, 2022. A few days ago The Internet was screaming that the Abortion Case was overturned. There were throngs of women out front yelling and screaming about "their bodies, and there rights." It seems fake as hell to me. Nobody out there is singing my tune; nobody out there is talking about me or my immediate families body-invasive government abuse of power! I like to tell people I cannot prove things about mind-control. I like to say it for a lot of reasons, and right now what 'they' are bringing up is my total lack of access to X-Ray Equipment.

Well, I have mentioned before that I got to talk to Bob Dylan before in my life. I believe it happened twice in my life, although the first time was when I was just a few months shy of 16 years old. During the Spring of my 10th Grade year of High School, it was 1991, and "The Allies" were on TV for about 6 months bombing Baghdad with the entire Associated Press calling them heroes and liberators. I knew perfectly well, that anything about fighting in the Persian Gulf was being driven by "The Nightmare" which I liked to call "The Terrorist State of Virginia." Fear ruled a lot of America, and filming U.S. Military Tanks open fire on The Auditorium of J.J. Pearce High School in Richardson, Texas is the type of school massacre that was never permitted on CNN by the National News Crews.

This is the main front entrance to my High School (today), and just to the left is a Giant Auditorium that was actually built the year I went to Pearce. Inside of 12 months (or maybe 24 months), this newly-constructed auditorium was being blown to bits by U.S. Military Armored Divisions. The Football Field had Anti-Aircraft Guns on it my senior year. (A lot of teachers and kids were killed there in the 1980's & 1990's). Not many people my age have High School Educations because of it.

So... Bob Dylan did show up to give a talk to our World History Class - it was part of one of Washington D.C.'s attempts to drum up support for their government regime (which many people hated). Dick Cheney was also there that semester to give a talk to our school. I remember these "incidents" sort of well now; although if you had asked me five years ago if I had ever met a famous Musician, or the Secretary of Defense, I would have likely walked away laughing to myself. A long time ago, when I was capable of thinking about stuff, I would use my brain to write a lot of things down.

Regardless of what I may or may not have written down in a spiral notebook 35 years ago, I don't have such notes today. I know with all my heart I would have likely asked both of them quite a number of questions. I did make a trip to the CD & Record Store before Mr. Dylan's visit - and I actually remember the meetup using more than just "The Electronic Part of My Brain" - meaning "The Biological Part" (a.k.a. "Me") also remembers buying some CD's so I could play them in front of Messr. Dylan in class when he gave his talk. Do you know why? Because these Fuck-Face Son's a Bitches stole my High School Workbooks and saved their contents on their computers! One of their favorite Software Program's to use is the one where they terrorize me with my own personal stories and writings!

Now, I know that I would have asked the man some questions in class that day. I definitely remember the armed and dangerous Security Personnel that followed him along and opened fire in my school. From what I remember, Bob Dylan was hopeless scared and embarrassed by the whole incident (shooting kids), but as a trapped musician in a Nation being terrorized by U.S. Infantry and Security Personnel, there wasn't much he could do about it.

I was 15 at the time, and knew all about music, but not really enough (yet) to talk for more than 15 minutes in class that day. My dad, on the other hand, ended up speaking to the man for several hours that night. Now, here, today it is June of 2022, and I'm talking about a little incident that occurred in 1991, like it was yesterday. I'm not 15 years old, anymore, I'm 47. The name of the girl that was killed at my High School that day was 'Cerese Burnett.' I could go to the local library right now, and show you her picture, since she was in the Yearbooks there (they have them). And although Bob Dylan did spend some time talking to my dad about his career and his life - and especially about the incident with Cerese (who was killed) that day, the whole entire episode couldn't have lasted more than 12 hours (absolute maximum).

  • School started at 8:15 A.M.
  • The guest speaker at our World History Class arrived around 9:00 A.M.
  • I think I stayed until 10 or 10:30
  • Later that evening (because of the ensuing ruckus), Messr. Dylan drove by and talked to my Dad that night

Bam! That's a maximum of 12 hours of before the entire thing was over that day. I try to go to work five days a week to either write or work on developing my software. Beginning around March of this year (2022), I was laying in my bed one morning, hearing and seeing my High School from when I was young kid of Age 16 asking questions about Louis XIV (le Roi Soleil). My eye-socket chips are blaring out famous songs into my skull (With God on Our Side - YT-Link, or One too many Mornings - YT-Link)

I like these songs; I don't like being forced to listen to them whenever a Government-Rape Regime decides I must listen to them. So, and here is the point. Not only do I not like hearing this Regime's "interpretation" of what Bob Dylan would have said to me or to my dad 30 years ago, I like even less being distracted all day long preventing me from pursuing anything in life that I would want to.

Dylan may have spent up to 5 or 6 hours talking to my dad that night (since he was a big fan of his from the 1960's). What he did not do was move into our house here in Texas and talk to him about his career for four months.

But for several hours a week, sometimes several hours a day, I will sit here in my bed or my easy-chair, or even at work listening to pre-recorded speech of my dad speaking to Messr. Dylan. My Dad is not even alive anymore. He died the year that "The Trump Piece of Shit" ran for office (2016). I say he was killed by the machines inside him, as the government destroyed his mind with these electrical implants, and they didn't want to hear anything about that evil fuck-head (Donald Trump) from my dad. When I tell you that the goal of hypno-programming is to prevent you from saying anything of real substance, this is a text-book example of how they work. I think it's nice that my dad had a conversation about security and violence in this country back when violence ruled the streets. I think it's good that he talked to a famous man about Cerise Burnett that day, and he was very sorry, and that he had no control of a radicalized, blood drenched, and out-of-control army (my words, not anyone else's).

But that was 30 years ago, and yet today (2022), while there were throngs of screaming women out front of Dallas City Hall, yelling about their bodies because of the 'Overturning of Roe V. Wade', I am being subjugated by own past from my own High School Journals - unable to think my own thoughts about today! Unable to read or write anything other than exactly what 'they' want me to say!

And this is what it feels like to try and write Computer-Software. Today, while thinking about writing something about the topic of Bob-Dylan, with that vacant stare coming out of my eyes, face and expression, I got to edit my HTML Library. I didn't show up at the library intending to do any one thing in particular, but with the repeated and incessant Bio-Electric Misery Engine that is inside my body, I don't ever happen to have the opportunity to make my own decisions. I'm not allowed to make choices about what Software Projects I write. I hear possibilities and suggestions all day long, and when I sit at a keyboard, the Dallas Regime will give me the option of further-developing a Software Feature of their choosing - or walking out of my library and wandering outside until it's time to go to sleep.

This is a Sherman Tank inside of a Museum (first built in the 1940's, during WWII). In the 1980's, these types of "Armored Cavalry" were occasionally seen parking in North Dallas; and even occassionally patrolling around North Dallas. Now, if the evil piece a shit inside and driving these fucking things didn't have any brains (and most did not) - you could also see these things firing on High School; killing teachers, and even children. Such photographs are exactly the kinds of photos that I took when I was a kid. Both of my (concerned) parents did too - but all of them were rounded up by the United States Radicalized Gestapo Departments that formed the mid to late 1990's, in reaction to the violence. "Their" favorite photo to flash inside my eye-sockets is of a giant Howitzer which had blown a hole in my middle school when I was thirteen years old, in 1988.

Before I close this post, I want to say that I can type these words - only with the aid and assistance of the very people who I am actively trying to condemn. I often like to say they are black ("African American") - but I can only see the reflection through these Bio-Electric Devices, and I am never actually able to meet them in person. I don't like living in Dallas, and I would give one of my arms and legs away for the right to live in a free country (not the United States). Below, is a brief description of the other work I did in the library yesterday, and totday.

Syntax Hi-Liting is a computer-programming term that I hear a lot about inside my own body. The amount of importance attached to the whole idea is astronomically blown sky-high by these awful things inside me. Everybody who has ever owned a computer, sort of knows what computer codes look like. Usually, computer codes are a mashed-up looking collection of English Words, along with numbers and all kinds of punctuation symbols like parenthesis, brackets, and even '<' and '>' symbols. Syntax Hi-liting is the following conversion. Below the original plain, ordinary vanilla looking text is marked up to make it colorful:

 // Loop Variables
 LV      l   = new LV(sPos, ePos, html);
 TagNode tn;

 for (int i=l.start; i < l.end; i++)

     // Only instances of Opening-TagNodes need to be checked - All others should be skipped
     if ((tn = ((HTMLNode) html.elementAt(i)).openTag()) != null)

         // AUM.Set does not require the attribute to already exist
         // **OR** Check for minimum possible str-length to have the attribute at all.
         if ((mode == AUM.Set) || (tn.str.length() >= (MIN + tn.tok.length())))  

             // If AUM.update returns a **NEW** (non-null) TagNode, replace the old one.
             if ((tn = mode.update(tn, innerTag, itValue, quote)) != null)

After a Syntax-HiLiter is finished, it is a lot easier to look at on a web-page, as below:

// Loop Variables
 LV      l   = new LV(sPos, ePos, html);
 TagNode tn;

 for (int i=l.start; i < l.end; i++)

     // Only instances of Opening-TagNodes need to be checked - All others should be skipped
     if ((tn = ((HTMLNode) html.elementAt(i)).openTag()) != null)

         // AUM.Set does not require the attribute to already exist
         // **OR** Check for minimum possible str-length to have the attribute at all.
         if ((mode == AUM.Set) || (tn.str.length() >= (MIN + tn.tok.length

             // If AUM.update returns a **NEW** (non-null) TagNode, replace the old one.
             if ((tn = mode.update(tn, innerTag, itValue, quote)) != null)

Now, there are hundreds of ideas that flow through my mind throughout the course of any given day of the week. Keeping any one of them in focus is the challenge that anybody who wants to take his or her life seriously faces with Bio-Electric Government weapons inside their body. I have such a desire to write about being "tricked into" writing Software Developer Tools, by the Human-Trafficking Regime. For me, in year 2015 I was being encouraged to go to a branch of the Dallas Public Library to try and work on reading Mandarin Chinese News Web-Sites. I say "

Sunday, June 19, 2022

Learning Spanish with a Brain Implant

Waking up at 5:00 A.M. to have Coffee and transcribe a Java Programming System that is growing larger every day requires a lot of "other things" on which to focus in life. About a week ago I received another lesson from the Dallas Regime about writing, and giving any credence to thought that I could be BOTH a person who writes Java Software, AND have enough outside interests to be able to think about Reading, Writing, History and other people. Truthfully, even calling myself a successful Software Engineer, given that growing a business around an idea that is supposed to help other Software People is next to impossible. The radicalized branch of government that runs these Brain-Control Software-Systems does not like people trying to engage in intellectual-pursuits. At the top of that list, as I have known since I was 18, Years old would be any software-program that is designed to communicate information from foreign countries, about foreign-countries, or translate anything about foreign-languages.

You know? I don't really like Video Games. To me, it is really sad to waste more than an a hour or two in any given week playing "Risk: Quest for Global Domination" (like I did when I was 15 Years Old, going to stay at my Uncle's House in the State of Virginia). Since Year 2020, there have been many months when the Micro-Chips that are inside my Eye-Sockets made no attempt to force me to waste my life & my time staring at some idiotic maps and trying to "Conquer Australia" over and over. And I don't want to talk about this at all. How can a man write something that is against the grain of things that the government considers real threats? How can a man write anything about intelligence or anything intellectual at all when his mind is being bombarded by random and extraneous points, lies, idiocy, and irrelevant facts (about nothing) - on and off - throughout his whole life?

I know this inside and out, if you are playing the A.I., you must start with Australia or South America, becausee trying anything else is likely a 75% chance of being completely annihilated. I played this board-game as a kid, and I would have preferred it to stay that way. I don't get to make my own decisions.

So in the past week and a half, I've probably spent at least 60 hours typing some software project that is nothing more than a collection of "commits" from some other "guy" from years ago. I like the idea of parsing HTML, and making a much more powerful software documentation tool. It's a great idea. It's an idea I thought of - when I was a High School student living at my Mother's in 1992. It is such an awful feeling! Programming a computer was one of the many dreams I had as a kid! I mean, just the thought of what these evil people are using a computer to do to "The Americans" should be enough to make you sick. It should be enough to make you take up arms against the American Government. It is! Do you know what is worse than all that? Using my own dreams to hurt me. Using my own dreams to take advantage of me; take advantage of all the hard work I did do earlier in life; using these dreams and these ideas for nothing than the purpose of creating servants and slaves and idiots out of legions of people in Dallas and even my family.

Today is Juneteenth, and it is a holiday that's they create to support the idea of freedom over slavery. Here I am, sitting in my stupid chair thinking about what feels like an eternity since the last time I was allowed to write anything to my blog. You know what's worse than that? It's the thought that even having the ability to write anything necessitates - mandates & requires - my owner, my master - to decide that he feels bad enough about his actions before he sits down and puts together a self-critical letter. My master has to first write about what his Regime is doing in Dallas - before this software can encourage & promote me to type that letter by transmitting to these fucking implants! ... Anyway... I guess after close to two weeks without writing he (or 'they') has decided to have me transcribe this one.

It feels like being up against an army of selfish, greedy, self-serving liars who are perfectly willing to do nothing but invent stories all day long - and say those stories on TV, and write them on blogs. The feeling of such hopelessness as I spend 6, 8 up to 14 hours in a given day transcribing Java Code, HTML, CSS, Regular-Expressions and Java-Script - all the while wishing I could spend that exact amount of time condemning this ludicrous regime of empty, phony egomaniacs through words, actions, thoughts and deeds. Every waking minute I think another thought, another sentence, and another idea about what I would do on TV. Not all of my thoughts involve me chopping their fucking heads off - although if I ever met "Don Lemon" or "Laura Ingraham" or "Bill o'Reilly" nothing would stop me from gouging out their eyes and dismembering their arms and legs ... and the Dallas Mind Control Regime really could prove to you that those thoughts of violence are their thoughts which they have turned into my thoughts!

On Wednesday of this past week I was actually permitted to sleep until 7:00 A.M. My wife usually gets up earlier than me. In any case, I really like to exercise because I am a lot different than a lot of the other Menial-Labor Brain-Control Victims in Dallas who spend their whole lives wearing aprons and staring out the windows of some small fast-food, auto-repair, or clothing-apparel American-Franchise Chain-Store. Such things are so popular among the regime because these stores truly guarantee one thing - you need absolutely zero-intelligence or education to work there! Stupid people are much easier to persuade into illegal behavior and dissuade from questioning leadership or choosing intellectual pursuits. So, I sit in front of a computer a lot more than most people in this city. I'm not going to tell you that "it makes me smarter" - because in all reality, what I read on the Internet and what I look it is controlled - even mandated - by the selections and choices that my master makes when he comes up with my daily program.. Sitting around thinking "I'm smarter than everybody else" is not what I choose to do (although listening to such audio-broadcasts, indeed, is something I've put up with my whole adult life).

So the other day I woke arond 7, and was out behind my room where I live doing my exercises in the morning. Going to the gym in the mornings to lift weights and do bench press (in year 2018) is how it started for me. I spent almost an hour doing a long list of calisthentics, jumping-jacks, wind-mills and eventually some Karate Kicks & Punches from a YouTube Video that was shoved in my face one fine day by the regime. Since I left You-Fit Gyms in 2021, I have not signed up for a new one yet, and instead I try to do as many of the muscle-building exercise after Calisthenics as possible. Pushups, Sit-Ups, Crunches etc... 'They' work with me on making sure I don't messs up and get hurt. I didn't get too hurt in 2021 at all. It's sort of an agreement with 'them', because otherwise I wouldn't do any of it. This year I was on exercise ybreak for most of January, Februar & March. Since April Fools Day, though, I have been encouraged to go out back and do exercise for an hour twice a week. It is always at the discretion of the people who give me my daily orders - everyday!

Recently, I have been receiving the "Exercise Cool Down" lessons about what to do after you are finished - but before you go out to work or grocery shopping. Trying to have thoughts about my own plans, my daily activities and my own behavior has next to no meaning at all to me. Every day feels like "Surpise! ... Today is...!" I don't know what to call these "lessons" that I get everyday. Since I associate the word "lesson" with something which an educated teacher does for a student, calling the "Excercise Cool Down" AV Software Broadcast (into my brain!) "a lesson" seems like a real insult to the whole concept of lessons! It did help a little bit. If you want to avoid pain in your extremeties which is very easy for somebody doing muscle-related exercise with a brain-implant to experience, cooling down and letting your brain relax before doing any Java Programming is sort-a important. Just so you know, if you ever do weight-lifting, the muscles (especially in your legs) are, sort-of, stealing a lot of attention from your body. It can make your feet and hands depleted of the nutrition, and nerve-pain will happen to you if you don't 'cool down.'

I don't just do Software-Programming, I do as much exercise as I can. Back in the 1990's it was popular for the newly formed computer companies to build gyms at their sites. When sitting in front of a computer for 10 hours in a day, you can get sick. So... afterwards, 'they' suggested that my 'cool down' be to ride on the DART Bus to a store which meant stopping at by LBJ, Skillman Station in Garland.

A DART Blue Line Light-Rail Stop in Garland Texas, which is a district of Dallas that is in the North and Eastern part of the City. In the summer, in the morning before it gets hot (and mostly all of fall-winter-spring) it is a very relaxing place to sit. You see all kinds of people here, although nobody says anything to each-other. 40 years ago, when I was a kid, a place like this (if it had been finished) people wouldn't have shutup!

On my way to the little bench they have set up, I noticed a Mexican Looking person sitting there. Immediately, the micro-chips had me looking at the schedule for Bus 243, which was going to get me to Plano & Arapaho, and ending with Arapaho Center Station. Recently (January of 2022), the Dallas Regime cancelled every bus that they had created and "published" this new set of busses to run. Needless to say, I don't know any of the schedules, and the once-great DART punctuality (the busses have always run on time in this city) has actually fallen. I've been riding the bus since I don't remember, since blacklisting me has guaranteed I do not own a vehicle for very long. My previous car, which was my dad's was smashed to pieces, intentionally, with me in it!. That was the Spring of 2015, but this past Wednesday, I was waiting to ride to Plano & Belt Line on #243. There was a Mexican Guy, and I am always wondering what the "Program in the Sky" is going to spring on me. Though I do not believe the entire Dallas Population are all robots, and certainly the Master Race doesn't biologically-implant itself, there are certainly many robot-like people here.

All of a sudden, I remembered some of the lessons I had had the day before. While riding the bus on the way to work, I was listening to an audio-video track (without wearing any head-phones, or looking at a cell-phone) about conjugating Spanish Verbs. My earlier years as a Java Software Programmer were based on a (very misplaced) belief that my Internet Foreign News Translations business were going to turn into something that actually earned a little money. I know what I want to do with my "Spanish News Board", but when I'm in front of a computer at the Dallas Library, or in my Easy-Chair at home, I have the ability to write the methods, functions, HTML, CSS and Documentation that "the regime" has selected for me - or I can sit and complain and not write anything at all! The thought that I'll work on something of my choosing didn't seem like a very "foreign concept" when I started, but certainly in Year 2022 it is.

The truth about the "Mind Control Spanish Tutorial Broadcasts" are actually quite a bit less offensive and easier on my mind than the types of broadcasts I've had in years past. Images of very large tattooed Mexican's sodomizing me in while locked in a prison-cell - while the guards stand and around and laugh at me (all for attempting to purchase a Spanish-Learning Book at Barnes & Noble) were a lot worse.

Spanish is a European Language that came to the America's on ships several hundred years ago. The most vehement opponents to the European Colonial System were the English, not the Indians in Latin & South America. The English Colonies in Massachusetts, New York & Virgina were very different than those in Mexico, Panama & South America George Washington, who fired "the shot heard around the world" didn't particularly like the 'fresh-off-the-boat' Europeans showing in the American Colonies. At the time, Mexico & Massachusetts were very different places (they still are).

So, my grand-parents actually were both "white as doves" (white-skin) who traced their lineage back to Spain. My dad was a little darker. It is alleged that both of my dad's parents were born in Mexico, although they arrived in the United States in the early 1930's when they, themselves, were in their early-to-mid 20's. They spoke fluent Spanish, and actually my dad used to say some of his earliest memories were not understanding all the kids at kindergarten.

So, on Wednesday at the DART Train, all of a sudden I had a flash of inspiration provided by "The Software Tool." It was about Spanish Verbs. I've studied foreign languages every chance that I have been permitted in my life. For many years this means I did not studying at all, but got to think about shoving burritos and Taco Bell in my face - even when I couldn't afford such things. When I lived in Boston during the September 11th / George Bush years, hearing an occassional Mexican at the Concetration Camp where I was kept spout something completely incomprehensible and saying "Hola!" was about all the practice that Boston Brain Control would a lot of me. All languages on the earth have aspects that make them "different enough" from other languages that to learn them literally means understanding that your native language simply does not have the constructs or ideas that some other language does! With Spanish (and almost all Southern-European Latin Languages) there are VERBS.

So I'm sitting there thinking about what to say... Ahem... I'm sitting there watching a cute little movie - one which sometimes looks like a rubics-cube, showing the conjugations for the verb "llegar." Next, the program switches to the word "esperar". Llegar in Spanish means to arrive, and Esperar means a lot of things, one of which is "wait" or "to wait." I'm staring at this 45 year old Mexican Guy (about my age, or possible older), wondering if the government has some kind of fight planned for me today, or if I can sit here and relax and do my Arnold Schwarzenegger Muscle Cool Down lesson and relax. Literally, that's what is going through my mind, and I have no control over it at all!

Option A: Listen and Look-At the Arnold Schwarzenegger Audio-Video Track (using a thick German Accent) telling me I need to make sure to relax my muscles after I do push-ups & crunches.

Option B Focus on the Rubics-Cube Picture that is going off in my brain telling me all about the Present-Subjunctive, Second Person Tense of 'Esperar' - which in Spanish actually turns out to be Esperes. The Past-Indicative is Esperaste, which is ultimately the word my mouth seemed to use.

I asked the guy (blurted out) if he had waited for long for the bus. 'Por cuantos minutos esperaste tuya?' I quickly followed it with (in English) 'how long you waiting for de bus?' Inventing foreign accents is the only way to get some people to listen to you. I used to do that with Mexican's all the time. Now adays I just say a lot less, but, I do get to say things in Spanish to them which wasn't something I used to be allowed to do.

Friday, June 3, 2022

Robot-Relatives in the U.S.A., and The Family-Unit - Part 2.

Well, I guess I have to write this. I have a brother driving around in a Toyota Yaris and camping all along the California-Oregon-Washington Coast. My master has been coaching me for two days regarding what to say about all of this. It may be read at I was actually a little excited about doing another American History Post, since my implants showed me a neat web-page with pictures from 1870 and 1880. The most important thing to say about family is that I write and think about it every chance I get. Whenever I find myself making any effort at all 'to think', I can get a little sad, and even depressed. The truth about people who live with this government attrocity, is that most people don't really "know themselves." Socrates says "Know Thyself."

A famous Rennaisance Painting of Socrates, called "Socrates Defense." Note that this was painted well over a Thousand Years after any Roman Philosophers or Politicans evers lived. It is also one of the staple / mainstay images burned into my brain through retinal implants. I guess 'they' think it gives 'them' more credibility, but it doesn't.

How can one truly understand himself / herself when not all thoughts, sights & sounds one thinks come from him or herself?

So, generally, I just have to accept that many of the things I think are being suggested by some black guy sitting in one of these offices in and around North Dallas, or Downtown Dallas where I go to do my work. Some of the most influential thoughts that man (or woman) has inside themselves are about ones closest relatives, brothers and family. Now, I am the oldest of five brothers and sisters. For years I have had 'thoughts' about the difference between inferiority complexes versus arrogance. What I get to know is that the "older brother" is more easily swayed to be 'arrogant.' Younger brothers have a slightly higher tendency to have 'inferiority complexes.'

Now, I'm going to be 47 years old, and I was put on the reproduction-blacklist (no wife, no kids) in my 20's and was totally prohibited from having any type of girlfriend. Despite working on Wall Street in my early 20's, all my money was taken from my through psychological-abuse manipulation (this was before 2001, remember), and I was flatly told to go live in a Concentration Camp up in Boston for quite a lot of the September 11th & George Bush Administration. It wasn't until Barrack Obama was the President (2008) that I was told by my Master that I would not be forced back into homeless shelters. I never got to have children or a family in my twenties because of the radicalized rape-regime which I call the Boston and New York City Department of Bio-Electric Weapons.

Thinking about writing... Thinking about thinking! So a younger brother of mine is driving around and 'camping' at all of Camp Grounds he can find on the West Coast. Now, to me, this isn't supposed to be a scary thing, right? Being happy that other people are happy is exactly the type of thing that a sane and socially well adjusted person is good at, right? Sure... You know what it is that makes "family" so much more difficult for people who "live in the Matrix?" It's not so much that someone else's happiness or success or bothering to me (as long it isn't immoral, or amoral - since Adolf Hitler was also pretty successful in many people's minds)...

It isn't other family member's happiness that bothers me, or should bother anybody who is a reasonable person - it is all the interjections, interpretations, solicitations, insults and threats that always come along for the ride when 'The Department' is involved

My wife is currently asleep right now. It's only 9:00 P.M. I'm sitting here listening to a dictation-letter, through these electronic nightmare's inside my head, and it's just the fear of the unknown that is the most troubling. It would be nice to have more conversation with people inside my home (like my wife, for instance) but that's not the easiest thing when 'The Department' has decided to "change the gears" of the standard brain broadcast contents. I have been on California's Highway One myself, but it was while I was still in college.

This is what my little-brother is currently looking at. Unfortunately, this is not what I get to see.

Unfortunately, for me, this is sort of what leaving home to go on a West Coast Road Trip looks like to me. This is a picture from The Matrix

Today is Friday, June 3rd, 2022. It's Friday Night, and the nice Vietnamese Lady that lives with me is asleep already. It's past 9:00 P.M. right now. I went downtown today (to the library), programmed a binary-file reader courtesy of the government. My exercise program is getting better and better. 'They' are currently training me in the art of Vegetable-Based Blender-Food. I made a Celery-Tomato Mix-Thing in the blender at breakfast. I actually made three of them, one with Strawberries and Bananas, and even another one with just an apple and milk. Note, that whenever you start any kind of exercise that involves muscles and muscle development, you absolutely must eat more food. The most important thing to remember about is when you start eating more, the extra food that you eat cannot be junk food, or you will get very sick. I had three breakfast smoothies today. The 'Bloody Mary' like thing (with Celery, Tomato, Vinegar, Lime, Salt, Tabasco) was actually really a great thing. My wife makes me port chops for breakfast practically seven days a week, but switching to Celery is really great morale booster.

So I'm sitting here, in my easy chair, typing and the biological part of my mind is making an effort to envision what it must be like to sit in front of computers that have the ability to push people around the city - as in my case. I like to wonder how far into the wilderness these broadcast mechanisms can go. Clearly there are Cell Phone Towers nd Internet Routers all around the America's National Parks (where Charlie is right now), or else he wouldn't be posting this stuff to his page.

But that is the whole entire attack in a nutshell - I'm only being made to feel scared because 'The Content' that I am absorbing through these Bio-Electrical Devices has changed so drastically, that I'm worried whether more capricious demands are going to be made of my life while I'm going to sleep at night. It has nothing to do with jealousy, anger or dislike of somebody else, or a brother, being happy. It doesn't! And that's what this Piece of Shit Regime does to us all. We cannot try to live and let live. There is no way when thoughts you have are being dictated not by your own heart and your mind, but by the capricious and cruel manipulative intentions of some nigger sitting in an office here in Dallas.

Attacking people at their core, to keep them distant from others is one way to keep a man down; to keep him a slave. I cannot be happy that my brother is on a road trip and trying to write about it. It's going to be filled with hundreds of additional opinions, criticisms, twisting-of-facts, and imbecilic-patriotic manipulations all of which I'm going to have to listen to courtest of my bio-electric ear-drum implants as I try to go to sleep tonight. And none of them are from my brain or my brothers brain!

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Secret Agent D.A.D. The American Family-Unit and Mind Control.

Well, I'm going to continue to do the "Broken Record Thing" here, again. For instance, in several earlier posts I mentioned a few "factoids" about the nineteenth century, and all of the famous works of Russian Literature, and European Philosophy. A lot of 'Earlier America' (the nineteenth century) was heavily influenced by people who arrived in the United States from "Russian & European Territory."

I have relatives in my family (who, though getting older, now) had parents from Eastern Europe. Yes, there were a lot of "writers" in Russia, and thinking about writing is always on my mind for a lot of different reasons. Russia never had a "Beatles" or an "Elvis Presley" like America did over-here, but they had lots of famous Authors, of all kinds, especially philosophy. In fact, when Hitler burned all of the books, he was, in effect, fighting the Russian Tsars... So there's the "broken record" part... So, I'm going to add to that and say that one thing which usually makes a piece of paper (or HTML Page) a lot more interesting to read is hearing about the concept known as OTHER PEOPLE. That's not always the easiest thing to do when you are combating a Biological-Electric Secret Weapon that influences what you think, say & do.

The writer Dostoevsky has an entire book that is literally about a lady named Duena (pronounced like the Spanish Word 'Doña' which just means Ma'am, or Lady). After North Dallas Brain Control decided to shove famous works of Russian Literature in my face, I have heard the audio book for Crime and Punishment a few more times than I would have ever wanted to. Anyway, noticing the differences between THIS BLOG and some really famous books, makes me a little depressed & sad, but there is literally nothing that I can do about it.

I'm at "work" right now, and I say that with quotation-marks because I'm just at the library, across from Dallas City Hall, and there isn't anybody paying me any kind of direct-salary that is 'legally correlated' for my presence or absence of being here. I get a Welfare Check from NDBC, and in return, I get to come to the library and write hours-and-hours (hundreds of thousands of lines) of Java Code. Also, whenever my master has decided to permit me to write to this "thing" (Blog) that I've been throwing down, I do. 

I have a stupid Yahoo! E-Mail that I've had for years and years. The first time I ever registered an e-mail account was in 1997 while I was a student @ M.I.T., and it was with Yahoo. Since around the end of 2020 (I think, not sure), I've attached a little signature to the end of E-Mails when I send them. It's attached, here, directly below this paragraph. What it means is that I've been psychologically-conditioned for a long enough time (since 1995) that I have learned a lot about what type of 'Free Decisions' that 'My Master' (the person or people who have decided that they 'own me' as a human-being) is going to allow me to do in any given day. What I do on any given day is very often (but not always) 'A Surprise' to me, each morning that I wake up. It is, however, always within the boundaries or confines of a list of 'expected-behaviors' from which there is an extremely short list that they may choose. For quite a number of years, go to a public library and type more Java, HTML, CSS or Java-Script code has been the most common daily surprise to me. Anyway, here is my e-mail signature.

Disclaimer: The contents of this e-mail were largely read to me by North Dallas Brain Control via my micro-chip implants.  I am merely the "typist" (transcribing) this letter - being kept in the loop (of my own life and decisions).

To me, this is one of the most important things that I ever say. I mean, if you think that taking slavery laying down is something I did readily or easily, well, think again! However, having been Hypno-Programmed for over 25 Years, I happen to know that trying to use a computer to type a letter about how much I hate being brain-washed is the type of thing that should be listed as the Webster's Dictionary Definition for the word 'impossible.' That really causes (at least with me, anyway, I have no idea what you think) to ask, so why am I now being allowed to say anything about this 'Biological-Electric Warfare'? Well... I don't know! However, it really seems important to me to keep saying, over-and-over, that these very words you are reading right now would have been fully-impossible to put together on any HTML Page that I would have written in the past 25 Years.

I have an Audio-Video Headset that is surgically implanted inside my body. The ear-piece doesn't need to be that big at all, or consume more electricity than a small watch. Visuals are more difficult, because they consume more power, but the visual part of the experiment can be replaced by audio-broadcasts very easily - to a brain / mind / person that has been forcibly-brainwashed for many years. I mean, this letter right here, this blog-post you are reading right now, is just me going into my Court-Room Stenographer mode, and these words you are reading right now aren't exactly the type of thing I'm going to think up while sitting in a library-room filled with Homeless Dallas Citizenry. (Yes, the regime loves to corral poor-people into libraries so they can call them stupid, and tell them to get a job).

I couldn't find any pictures of the front-door of this building - the way it usually looks - and though I could go home and get my camera, I'll just leave this picture here.

City Hall is directly across the street, but showing them together is difficult, so I'll leave it alone.

So that's where I am, right now, typing. So, my dad. I'm currently 46, and will be 47 years old in less than a month. My dad is not alive anymore, and I've shouted at my bugs (audio surveillance devices) thousands of times that it really was "murder" when he died! I know, that they know that I know... that he could have lived longer, but ...

One of the many consequences of brain-washing people is that people become distant from others - even when the other person is standing directly in front of you or them! ... And it was demonstrated that my dad did have implants (as does my mom!)

When he passed away, here was 78 Years Old, so there really isn't any sensible way to say a thing about any of it. It's kind of personal to include all the details of the "Hospital Visit" - so I'm just not going to. When I say I would give my life towards the cause of An Armed Invasion of Washington D.C. - it's not a joke to me! I really would! These words aren't empty, mostly, they just fall under the general category of "A Complete Joke" - since I literally cannot walk out of my front-door in the morning if Dallas Brain Control has decided that I'm going to be staying at home on any given day of the week.

One of "The Voices" that I am always hearing favorite jokes in the whole world (one that actually make me laugh a little bit - they are always reading jokes to me), is that I'm going re-live some kind of "hey-day" of mine, and apply for a job back on Wall-Street. Funny Part being that right as I get into the Job Interview, I'm going to pee all over myself. Biological-Electrical Warfare really is that powerful. Just the smallest amount of electrical-current to the body's nervous system is enough to force you to have to go to the bathroom... or else!

In my 20's, I lived here for a while. This is 45 Wall Street, NYC, 10005, financial-area apartments. It was one of the greatest nightmares one could imagine to attempt to write Java Software for a Wall Street Bank, all the while being hypno-programmed to do so! The New York City Piece-Of-Shit Regime used to love to try to make me pee on myself whenever I had a meeting to go to!.

I would walk across the street in the morning from my apartment to the old J.P. Morgan Headquarters Building @ 60 Wall street. Today (this morning) waiting at the DART Train Station, I started hearing the "Dad Software Module" going off inside my head. I know the difference between Schizophrenia and the American-Government. I mean, the hardpest part of all of this, is wondering when my own mind is trying to remind me of something, versus when the Dallas Piece of Shit Government is trying to program me.

Both my dad, and my dad's dad (grandpa) had worked on Wall Street, in New York City - although my dad never had anything particularly nice to say about the place. The Wall Street 'days of glory' ended during the years 1940 ... 1945

Mostly, you just have to know something, about American History to understand much about the place. I tried to write something about American History, and the North-East. It's where the country was founded. There's not a lot I can say when 'My Master' only allows me a few hours of 'writing time.' One paragraph about 'The History of Wall Street' just feels kind of dumb, more than anything else. I'll say that those who know about 'Pre-War' America, know that the country's real capital (before The Pentagon, and before National Security) was more likely thought of as the Island of Manhattan.

The Years when Wall Street contributed the most to "Human Society" should be thought of right around the time that (for example) The Woolworth Building was created on The Earth. That year was 1910 / 1991, and it was the tallest thing that man-kind had ever come close to creating! These types of real-estate & construction projects were exactly what American excelled at, back years ago when America was a great place to be.

Today's blog post began for me, sitting on the Dallas Area Rapid Transit Light Rail Train to Downtown Dallas. 'The Voices' that The Software were saying to me were a correlated series of phrases about my dad, and my blog. I'm always very excited to use my own brain to think about writing about this "life" that God seems to have given me. Usually, if it is anything about family, 'they' love to start chanting all kinds of nonsense that sounds more like Darth Vader being your father than anything else. Seeing images inside my skull about my dad being juxtaposed with a computer-keyboard kind of mad my walk to work a little exciting. I mean, this place is filled with homeless-bums (mostly black, a few white), and is never the most exciting place to be. Well... they are reminding me that my dad also went to school in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He also applied to Wall Street, and worked on "The Street." In his day, there wasn't much work to do, and they have read many entries to me about the work my father did on Wall Street. That is up to and including getting part-time jobs at an Auto-Body Mechanic, while working on Wall Street - since there wasn't any more work for New York City Investment Bankers after the Wars Started.

It truly, TRULY, sucks that this regime has papers written by my parents decades ago saved on their Windows File-System and Databases. My dad used to keep a lot of notes & notebooks. In 1985, our family received a Macintosh Computer, and a lot of his early years writings were typed and entered into that computer.

Thursday, May 26, 2022

I love forget--me-nots, fluffer nutters, sugar pops. And Uvalde Texas Massacre.

Before the Zelensky Crapola, I wrote about the old Russian-Empire (before the NAZI's), and that literature, philosphers and authors were once very influential in Europe. I feel like a "living" broken record whenever I think about anything. If it were 1890, and Tzar Alexander the Great was living in that big giant builing in Red-Square in Moscow, you probably wouldn't be nearly as familiar with your favorite Rock-Band as you would with which philosopher seemed most influential at that time. But, as Fox & CNN have made painfully obvious with this latest incarnation of Russia Gate (this time masquerading as "Liberate Ukraine") - we don't live in Europe, and it isn't 1890 anymore, it is 2022.

Here, in the United States we had a different type of artist altogether "rose up" - the musician.

Now, the music movements of the 1960's, and the 1980's were big. I was alive for one of them. The one that "sort of" started with You Tube under Obama wasn't nearly as big, and definitely not as load, and of course a lot less inspiring. I mean, take a look at this guy:

I happen to know who that is because "the dudes" at "The Department" here in Dallas have had many animated conversations with me, about him. You can read about the guy (Post Malone) on the Wikipedia Page Link. He's not just some clown joke on the Internet, because he had the most You Tube Views in 2019 and 2020 or something like that. This one was alright. Some of the videos listed, right now, have more than 1 Billion Views. I'm not trying to promote this guy; and then there is this one which has the really bizarre, but dreamy sound.

There's so much to say in this little blogger window. I'm going to start with the types of animated conversations that NDBC likes to have with me. I don't know how to explain what I mean by "conversations with the department of mind-control." I just don't. To me, there is nothing more obvious in the world than to say that I can be forced to stare at images inside my eye-sockets - images that aren't present in the room where I'm sitting, standing or laying. I have been through this for too many years, and was called an enemy-combatant and a terrorist for much of the later Bill Clinton Administration, all of George Bush, and much of Obama's first term. In a nutshell, my 20's and 30's were a total joke to me, because I was being hypno-programmed.

When 'The Voices' and 'The Images' are psychologically conditioning me, one of their favorite Content-Topics was that freak-of-nature (Post Malone)

So, no, I'm not a "Post Malone" fan, but, to me, I feel like I have a ton of explaining to do regarding why on earth I would be mentioning this guy at all. Particularly if I don't like him, why not put the weirdo out of your mind, and take a walk or something. First, I have tried to explain that I sit in front of a computer for hours and hours, and do sort of what a court-room-stenographer does, but instead of court-room evidence, it is Java Software I'm typing. It bothers me a lot that I cannot make any day-to-day decisions about what modules or functions I'm going to write or debug. It bothers the hell out of me. Generally, the people at "The Department" come up with a list of things for me to write or fix each day, and I can spend anywhere from 4 up to 15 hours in front of a computer writing Java, HTML, CSS, or even Java-Script. The important point, being though, I'm staring at an Internet Browser for hours and hours a day. What this means is that terrorizing me with what other links I'm supposed to follow is the easiest thing in the world for Mind-Control Software to do to me!

Today, for instance, I was awake at 4:30 A.M., and I'm not going to explain why. By 4:45 A.M. I had my cute-little Google Cloud Server Theia Shell opened, and was adding yet another major module to my library. I did manage to eat as much as I could. I exercise outback as often as I can. I wound up working from around 4:30 A.M. straight until 2:30 P.M. which is about 11 hours of solid software-engineering. The work mostly feels like being "a watchmaker" as I'm always staring at tiny little moving pieces that need to push each-other. Computer-Science doesn't feel anything like the "purse science" or the empirical methods. Empiricism was also a Nineteenth-Century View about Science- where trying to find equations, formulas and tables which align with "The Truth" as it is measured in the real world. The Russians invented the Periodic Table of the Elements with Empiricism, and much of the Laws of Electricity & Magnetism too.

Now, today, I was sitting there, and by 9:00 A.M. one of the "notices" popped up in my brain. This one was about a 1971 band named 'The Free Design'. Apparently they were a family, from somewhere in Western, New York near Syracuse. I had probably heard of them, but had totally forget when I started reading about them this morning. Their songs are on one of the T.V. Commercials that I have seen. I wouldn't have thought of the song in a million years, if not for the cute voice that was singing to me while I was trying to write.

I'm going to include these lyrics from the song below, because the Biological Part of my Brain is just to easily manipulated, and I really couldn't get the song out of my head, after "they" played it:
Roll like a circus clown, put away your circus frown
Ride on a roller coaster upside down
Waltzing Matilda, Carey loves a kinkatchoo
Joey catch a kangaroo, hug you.
Dandelion, milkweed, silky on a sunny sky
Reach out and hitch a ride and float on by
Balloons down below, blooming colors of the rainbow
Red, blue and yellow-green, I love you.
Bicycles, tricycles, ice cream candy
Lollypops, Popsicle, licorice sticks
Solomon Grundy, Raggedy Andy
Tweedledum and Tweedledee, home free.
Cowboys and Indians, puppydogs and sandpails
Beachballs and baseballs and basketballs, too.
I love forget-me-nots, fluffernutters, sugarpops
I'll hug you and kiss you and love you
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Ok, so the point I try to reiterate, over and over, is that remnants of the "one great" United States have this faux de-facto government that silences political-dissidents using Biological-Electrical "Secret Weapons". Again, and again and again - I feel like a broken record about it all! There are a lot of things that "The Software" can influence you to do. Through repetitive posing of auditory and visual stimuli, a man can be conditioned to be somebody who really enjoys going to the Race-Track Gas Station and buy some brand of snack, tobacco or alcohol product. One thing that generally does not happen though the power of Mind Control, is turning somebody into a talented and world famous musician. Yes, Post Malone probably has several billion views, but this is the United States, and the barrier for success was attackd to the point that a complete freak of nature is more popular than ... well .... I don't know who should be more popular than him - because to me the music movement really seems dead.

Bio-Electric Weapons can make people very angry, and even very crazy when "The Department" works at it.

They clearly did for Post-Malone! But, they have made me crazy too, many times. If this 18 year old kid in Uvalde, Texas was one of the thousands - or millions - of people in Texas living with this Electronic-Hardware in his body, wouldn't you say that the United States Government is at fault for this shooting?

Why is nobody asking this question? If you were directed to this page, you probably live with implants too. This means you know EXACTLY what is going on.

Wednesday, May 18, 2022

May 14th, 2022 - an 18 Year Old Kid in Buffalo, New York

A couple of days ago (May 14, 2022) a little kid, only 18 years, allegedly walked into a grocery-store in Buffalo New York, and apparently slaughtered a bunch of "African Americans." For well over a decade, most people know (I suppose) that massacres have been the primary news stories to be broadcasted on the Major Government-Run News Networks (Fox / CNN / MSNBC). I am not a man who likes to invent stories, and I'm not going to do that with this massacre either. I can say, that deep down in my heart, it isn't a lie to refuse to believe what the news-networks have been promoting about these massacres. I am not telling a lie, or promoting a theory that isn't based on facts when I say "I don't believe this bullshit." I'm not offering you a version of the facts that I believe really deeply. I'm not telling you that I know what actually happened.

I am saying that I simply do not believe much that is repeated by "The Narratives" on television - and "the facts" about the streak of massacres that has lasted about 15 years is one of them.

I know I am being hypno-programmed. I know that I have met countless people in Dallas whose psychological-state makes it painfully-obvious (obvious enough to me) that they/them also have biological-electric implants inside their bodies.

Let's slow down for a minute, these televised mass-shootings have been occurring for over 15 years! Now, I've written a lot about how violent the 1980's and 1990's were (when I was a kid). Whatever the Government Sponsored News Networks are mentioning, if it is anything about the 1980's - mostly the talking-heads-for-money on TV are saying what they are saying because of the money they receive - and not because of any deep-seated understanding of morality or "right and wrong."  The money and the power is what drives the Associated Press. People who report for them, or act sympathetic to them are doing so because of the fear of what would happen if they were blacklisted or ostracized by the people in command in America. Yes, in the early 1990's, there were several massacres in Boston, Massachusetts. Nobody ever mentions those massacres when they talk about the Reagan, Bush or Clinton Presidential Administrations. Nobody! I do, but I don't take any money from The Department of Mind Control, other than my measly government welfare check.

The types of questions that people really should be asking are where are all of these dead bodies that have resulted from these massacres? Sitting, here, in North Dallas in an E-Z Chair on the financial black-lists of every kind, I don't have the man-power or resources to do any fact-finding investigative journalism about all of these shootings. I cannot, but I really would be demanding answers on what was going on with the lives of these shooters, and what the result of these shootings were! There is an "Alternative News" Internet Personality named "Alex Jones." He is a broadcaster whom I have never watched for more than a few hours each calendar year. To me, the types of broadcasts that he gives are more rambling and chock-full of disinformation than Anderson Cooper, Don Lemon or Sean Hannity. However, he is (from what I have seen being forced to watch this trash on TV) ... he is the only national personality to have ever questioned whether these massacres are real, or whether they are staged by the government! He's the only one.

But what's the reality? If these were staged, why do something so hideous to the American People? Rape is the answer. If these massacres are, in fact, fake and there weren't 10 dead bodies laying inside that grocery store, it is because countless thousands of people are being raped by Biological-Electronic Weapons. This part is the easy part for me - explaining the reasons why. I am not here to prove to you that nobody died in that "Tops Grocery Store" - because there is no way I could. I don't even necessarily believe nobody was shot in Buffalo, New York. You know what the truth is? I have absolutely no idea what to believe about it all - except for the reasons why!

The people who work for "The Department," more than anything else, like a population and a citizenry that has been dumbed down, and made stupid.

When you can make people scared of the government, the news, law enforcement and even television in general, our people and our population have a much more difficult time conversing with each-other about life. When you can scare a population, you have a much easier time barking orders at the slaves that you own.  How can a slave argue with his master when half the fucking time he doesn't even understand what he is saying.    

If I am being hypno-programmed, why shouldn't I suspect that Messr. "Payton S. Gendron" was also being hypno-programmed? Why shouldn't I???

And if he were being hypno-programmed, and the United States Government literally had terrorized a poor 18 year old child to commit such a massacre - then this radicalized upstart system would have to come tumbling down. These phony journalist and blind-and-ignorant police forces would have to answer to the American People, and to the People of the Earth.

And here comes the glorified garbage men (the police) to save the day:

And for all of "Alex Jones" bluff-and-bluster, the one thing he'll never mention are the Biological-Electrical Implants ruining tens of thousands - millions - of lives. His show is literally called "Info-Wars" and the title is "There's a War on for you Mind." But you know he'll never mention a thing about how the authoritarianism is trying to control your mind.

I was being hypno-programmed to think about this massacre several times an hour every day since this occurred! That is the real atrocity!

Saturday, May 14, 2022

Another DART Dallas-Nigger Attack on My Life

Over and over the DART police officer repeated to me, "Did you use a racial-slur with the driver?" I don't consider myself "a racist" - far from it. I have one of the toughest jobs in life, since Brain-Control set me up with a Vietnamese Woman as my wife. She has been living with me for over five years now. I know what racism is, it's where members of very large ethnic groups get together and sort of decide (for whatever poitical reasons, of which there are many) that other races of people "don't really deserve respect." I mean, I have said many times to the people that own and run my implants that "I love all of God's Children - except niggers in Dallas."

I ride a DART bus here, and (it is far-and-away a Majority-Black Operation) I have said:

  • "Thank-You Mam, Have a Nice Eventing"
  • "Good Morning, How Are You?"
  • "Have a Nice Afternoon :)"
  • "The Machine Seems to Be Off, May I Sit Down?"
  • "I'm sorry, I Couldn't Hear You?"

I have said every one of these polite chit-chat pieces at least 100 times to the exact Black Woman Driver that attacked me today.

Anyway, today, NDBC seemed to have another obnoxious-turned-terrorist attack planned for me. Keep in mind that I will be 47 years old in about a month, and that really is pretty near 50! FIFTY. And "The Department" is still setting Black-Power attacks on my life, including at least three men (and one woman) armed with heavy firepower (Police Guns).

But let's do the story... Keep in mind that everything else I write in my posts about even earning "the right" to write what I want on this blog is so heavily persecuted by the electronics inside me, really is the truth. As I have said over and over, these words I'm writing - these words you reading to me right now! - are being relayed to me by the speaker in my ear-drum, that I cannot remove! It's almost like these absolutely horrendous outpourings of hatred - against me - are manufactured just so "The Evil" that runs this city can push me in front of my stupid laptop and write about how badly I'm treated in society.

So, today, I went into the Dallas Library to go back to writing my Java Source Code. I was encouraged this morning by the bio-electrical control-system to start a different module on my software this morning. It's a part of a project that I basically stopped "cold-turkey" back in November of last year. If you are wondering (and likely you aren't because computer-programming is thoroughly discouraged by the Dallas Government) - I have another module called the "JSON-RPC" that I've converted into Java so that I can control a Google Web-Browser using a Java Program. There is a Java Tool called "Selenium" that has been around for at least 10 year, and I think I've developed my own version of it! You can see a (much earlier) version of it here, since the new stuff is not ready to put on my page yet:

So, if you look at it, that's what I was coding this afternoon at the Dallas Public Library, which (as you likely know, is a building filled with "African Americans") - and no, almost none of them are going to say anything very friendly to me. I get a lot done, though, since picking petty fights about nothing has been on the wane here in Dallas. Instead, though, outright death threats once a month is what I have to put up with.

So, I left, and took the DART Light Rail Train Home, and - yes - about two thirds of the riders were "African American's." I do feel threatened being on the train, but I'm not a rich man. I have explained that I was tortured like an animal (before September the 11th). Read some previous posts I have written about it all, I've written several of hem. I was educated as a Computer Engineer, but I also studied Mandarin Chinese, and Spanish in my youth, because when I was younger I could see how important they would be in an electronically inter-connected world.   I used to love history books, before I was put on "reading black-list" by the Dallas Regime (the broadcasts are very powerful and, indeed, are most adept at preventing a man from concentrating when a book is in his hand).

Long story short, there is a card-reader on the DART Train, that scans people's cards in order to get on the bus or train. The train ride home to North Dallas (from Downtown) was uneventful.  The bus afterwards to my home surely wasn't. This card-reader that they've got on the bus, for at least 75% of the trips that I've taken, is unplugged, turned off or broken. Though it sometimes seems nice, because when it is broken or disabled. I might not have to pay for the fare that day. DART's fare system works such that you only pay once per 12-Hour period. If every time I get on the bus, it is turned off, DART really doesn't bill me for the day.

Think about this "wonderful benefit" I get out of it. Every time I get on the bus, I have to listen to two-decade old rhetoric from the electronic-portion of my brain chastising me (and everybody else in Dallas) that I'm a thief not paying for my ride. According to the Software Broadcasts in my brain "everybody in Dallas" is stealing money at work. Everybody! The fast-food people are stealing money out of the cash-registers. The auto-repair people are over-charging and embezelling money. Even the office employees are playing with the bank-books! Can I prove a word of this? Think! It is not my biological-brain (a.k.a. "ME") thinking this, it's the electronic-broadcasts saying this to me every time I get on a bus and that damned-reader is turned off, deactivated, or broken.

Today, I got on DART Bus around 6:50 P.M. and scanned my card. The soft-glow blue-neon light stayed blue, but it should have turned green. So, I scanned it a second time, and a third-time. It didn't turn green. So next, I took the card out of the wallet (it's a magnetic card), and scanned it a fourth time. It stayed blue, and I just sort of looked at the woman and showed her my card, and went back to sit down. Right as I set my computer down (I carry a heavy computer-monitor with me - I cannot walk home with it), the woman starts yelling at me in a loud tone of voice. I argued a little bit and pointed at how often the machines are disabled or broken, and (I think I said) that DART needs to fix these machines. After being ordered to scan it a fifth time, I went back took the card out of my wallet, and scanned it a fifth time. This time the light turned green. She went into a rage yelling at me - and I explained to her that she is not going to be screaming at me. After all, I am a DART Customer, and she is a city employee. She is obligated to treat people with respect, especially customers of DART who have DART ID's and have paid their fares.

So when four armed DART Police arrived I was repeatedly verbally assaulted for "Riding a Nigger-Bus While Being White"

I explained that I was tired of the machine, because it is broken or deactivated 75% of the time. This woman, whom I have thanked and said nice things too at least 100 times since January, was taking out her anxiety about it all on Some White-Man (who I guess she just supposes is as ignorant as those shitty whites in the North East. I am not some New York Dick Head on TV blabbing like a buffon! Yes, New Yorkers on the televised news are the greatest threat of all to my life - much worse than any racist "African American" in Dallas. I feel so terrible hearing the words "Sean Hannity," "Liberals," or especially the homosexuals: "Anderson Cooper," "Don Lemon," or "Rachel Maddow." These white-people do not represent me, my viewpoints, or anything honest about cities in Texas. Rather than even saying their names any longer - only further detracting from the racial arguments that are important to people in Dallas, I'll continue.

I stood their for over 30 minutes while another Black Woman, this time one armed with a gun, repeatedly told me to shut-up! Stop-Talking!

My Points?
  • I have said "Thank-You" and "Good Morning" to this woman at least 100 times.
  • I have never gone out of my way to be overtly rude or mean to a person of African-Descent on that bus (and 'they' have many times).
  • North Dallas Brain-Control constantly has the card readers "rigged" to malfunction or be deactivated.
  • I didn't raise my voice to this woman at all until she did.
  • On the fifth try, the card was read, and she started screaming and gloating in front of the whole bus to embarrass me.
  • The Dallas Bus System is at least 75% Black (as many parts of Dallas), and I am a persecuted minority
  • I had to hear that I violated the "Code of Conduct" as she screamed at me repeatedly.
  • FOUR ARMED POLICE OFFICERS showed up to make threatening remarks directed at me, while nothing was said to the driver criticizing what she had done!

Friday, May 13, 2022

Dallas Brain Control: Trying to Make People Stupid

I'm at the library working, dilligently, on my software-application in Java. Calling it "working' sometimes feels a little embarrasing, even possibly dishonest! My Java Software Tool, now, officially has a new domain where it is located. It used to be under the general category of:

I have one of those 'new' domain-names, one that ends-with '.directory', since having a '.com' directly after my name seemed so silly.

My new Java-HTML Software Tool is being served by:

I can sit inside of this "Brutalist" looking building for days, weeks, even months on end (up to 9 hours in a day) banging away at the keyboard doing what I like to call "Transcribing the Software" - since another human being owns me as human-property - and I don't really get to make any of the decisions about my life that I would like to. Under no circumstances, am I ever allowed to decide which Packages, Modules, Tools, (or Classes, Methods & Functions) are the ones I would like to program, debug, expand or analyze! I mean, with 'Electronic Thought-Control' running Dallas with an Iron-Fist, using the types of tactics that would make Adolf Hitler mortified and petrified, I don't really get much of a say in what my program is supposed to do.

So first of all, for those of you who happen to be wondering how anyone on earth could be writing Java Software with electronics shoved inside of his f***ing skull - well, I don't really enjoy the life that I have very much! Let's just go ahead and get that out in the open. It's really hard to gauge how "successful" I am at all of this, because I don't get to meet a lot of other Software Engineers when I am doing this work. You see, the Dallas Nigger running the mind-control really enjoys watching me, forcing me if you will, to write code by myself without receiving a single dime for what I'm typing. He does this all the while stealing money for hopelessly un-profittable, useless, and damned stupid businesses like Fried Chicken Restaurants that nobody goes to in the first place. I get paid by the government a welfare check to write the Java that I write. I've been told, warned repeatedly, that if I am going to pursue anything in computer-programming, that "my owner" is going to sabotage and side-swipe anything I try to do that would out-shine the government or make them look stupid!

This "Slave-Trafficking Government" is supremely happy to see a Fried Chicken Restaurant Owner become a millionaire, and to hear that a Software Developer who is proud of his High School Education is being tortured miserably

I mean, it is just so damned insulting even hearing the words 'Dallas'

They get away with all of this, simply because when I am in front of a computer keyboard, it feels like - it is like - a man shouting at me "It is my way or the high-way." In earlier posts, I was trying to explain that "writing anything" - by necessity - means thinking and using your brain! Right? I mean, nobody who has a brain is going to argue with that statement. "Thinking" is next to impossibly when their are pre-recorded voices being broadcast into your auditory-canal with the sole intention of confusing-you, pressuring-you, and even sabotaging-you when you might be thinking about "getting smart." But who gets to decide the difference between some wise-guy "getting-smart" in the metaphorical sense, and an honest and intelligent person trying desperately to think through a good idea in computer-programming? Some nigger who thinks he is some sort of 'God' because he is black, and because has a computer-job sitting in front of an 'American Government Computer?' I mean, the fact that my skin is white isn't why I hate these damned-people whatsoever, but, if the man who has taken a slave does have black-skin, the last thing any sane man on earth should be worried about is using an ethnic slur (like 'nigger')!

I'm 46 years old, and I'm still sort of happy about what I accomplished in school when I was young. To me, words like "Wise-Guy" and "Getting Smart" were the text-book definitions of Real Problems in the United States - not the use of ethnic-slurs (for instance the word 'nigger'). I graduated from High School having learned enough Science, Physics, Math, Engineering, History & Literature that by the time I had finished my college-degree at M.I.T., I realized that I got more education at my mom's house and my High School than I could in Boston Massachusetts. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a cake walk or a bed of roses, and I've written many, many times that when I finished my diploma, most of the teachers that had taught me the things I learned had already been murdered. Some by U.S. Military Soldiers, some by blacks who were dressed up as soldiers. Some by the F.B.I.

I'll never forget the day I looked at the dead body of my High School Physics Teacher laying on the front lawn of my High School (J.J. Pearce) in Richardson, Texas. I graduated in 1993, although I've never been able to say a word to any living soul about all the great things I learned as a kid - because these terrorist-backed government agencies that are trafficking human-beings as slaves in Dallas (and in Boston, and in New York City, where I have also lived) really enjoy making you weak minded and ignorant. A long, long time ago, teachers would literally give their lives (in the United States, probably not in other countries) to the students that they taught.

But why should stupidity be such an over-powering, all-encompassing, and important goal? I have family-members who are also implanted by these electronic-warefare devices. I've known since the day that they were surgically-implanted by these devices (after being kidnapped!), that respecting other people's intelligence was never on the priority list. Even thinking that other people are intelligent at all is not really part of the protocol of these renegade government agencies who are stealing these office-towers which they occupy so readily. If I even tried to explain that how many decades of my life I have been told that the purpose of "Higher Education" is to make people ignorant (even by my own family), you wouldn't believe me! It's almost a religion in this country to insult teachers (and even threaten them, and even murder them - like the "new wave" of mass-shooters that we had under Obama & Trump).

When I was younger, one of my dreams was to show-off how useful learning things from books & teachers was for me! You know why I was never ever able to do that? While I was in college, the electronic-warfare terrorists up in Boston started implanted college-kids for no other reason to make them stupid, ignorant, and ready to accept the beliefs, orders and assertions that the people in government wanted.

And now, whenever I get the crazy notion that I'm goping to be writing my own computer-programs, I am stopped cold. I am forced to write what "My Master" tells me to write. 

Disclaimer: The contents of this e-mail were largely read to me by North Dallas Brain Control via my micro-chip implants.  I am merely the "typist" (transcribing) this letter - being kept in the loop (of my own life and decisions).