President Boodin - that was the plan for today... But they just changed it.

I don't know what to title this post. Part of me wants to bring up the really great light-show that "The Electronic Part of my Brain" has been broadcasting to "The Biological Part of my Brain" all morning long. Right now it is 4:30 PM, April 6th 2022. I'm going to be turning 47 years old in about 3 months (I'm always sad thinking about it). I'm in Downtown Dallas at the main Central Branch Library across from Dallas City Hall. I've been hear for about 30 minutes, and actually, to tell you the truth, they got me to stare at the raving idiot box "Alex Jones Info-Wars" for the first 30 minutes. It just makes me feel so ashamed to even see his face or hear his voice when I think about "the resistance" that his news broadcast content contains. I mean, I know what "they" (our authoritarian government) are doing! I think a sizeable percentage of the people being brainwashed by our government DO KNOW THEY ARE BEING BRAINWASHED, THEY JUST AREN'T ADEPT AT FIGHTING BACK TO SAY IT! And Alex Jones is ceraintly not the man who is going to tell you the truth about government brainwashing! (Really, DO NOT listen to him, he is "their" favorite mouth-piece).

Anyway, I live with electronics inside my body, and for much of the past 25 years I have been through "torture protocols" for trying to fight back and scream to people about "what is going on." I still have them, and I was thinking about starting today's post with a little note about how I sign all of my e-mails. Below is the text copied out of my Yahoo! Mail Box:

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).

Now, I write these words not so much because I choose to - but rather because only in the past few years has "The Rape-ocracy" permitted me to say anything at all! You see, the words that I type (including these words you are reading right here, right now) are all being broadcast over a wireless network that are received by micro-chips that were surgically implanted inside me. For many, many years the government would spew all kinds of hateful gibberish intending for me to follow their protocols when I sat at a computer keyboard. Unfortunately (for me, and for them) when ordered to type into my keyboard the kinds of racist (anti-white), jingoist, nationalist, ignorant and radicalized hogwash, I would usually walk away and plop onto my bed and start crying. I mean, the biological part of my brain fighting the words I was listening to from the electronic part isn't too bad; usually the worst of it is sleep deprivation, heart palpitations, and even heart disease. However, refusing to believe the tripe that "The Rape-ocracy" is broadcasting is much easier than trying to think up my own philosophy and my own words and writing them!

It is perfectly known that "writing your own thoughts" as if "you had the freedom to do so" is truly an impossible act if an electronically implanted man attempts to do so!

Now, I live in 'North America' - since saying the words "United States" or "America" is the most despicable thing I can even think about saying. Being here is perfectly against my wishes and diametrically opposed to anything I have ever wanted to do during the course of my adult life. I was born here, in 1975, in San Francisco. My parents were mostly from New York City, themselves, but I grew up here in Dallas. Interesting story is that my dad came to this city with a U.S. Military Machine Gun at his head, and in the early 1980's had never in his wildest dreams planned to live in Texas. As I have said, several times in this post and previous posts, I cannot write anything onto a blog without "My Master" or "My Owner" not only first approving it! Even more importantly, without him taking the time to plan out these letters, and then transmit them into my micro-chips I simply wouldn't be able to type a thing onto this blog! (Including that sentence you just read!)

The United States is just not a free society at all. The United States, I truly believe, has the worst human rights record of any political-entity anywhere on planet earth. Being a victim of "The Rape-ocracy" there are some facts that I know pretty deeply. One of the most important things to think about "human rights" in a nation that is discovering this here-to-fore undiscovered country of hypno-programming is that talking about damage, pain or loss that one has sustained at the hands of mind-control is exactly what 'The Matrix' or 'The Machine' simply will not tolerate. I know very deeply that whoever the victims in the United States are, you will simply not hear a single solitary peep out of them, until they stop blaming the government for that damage, that loss, or that pain.

To tell you the truth, I have been watching this latest circus freak-show on TV going on and on about Ukraine. I mean, this morning, CNN was on my television, with the volume set to 'mute' while I would occasionally watch the words going by via the "Simulcast" on the bottom of the screen. This was all happening, while I was staring at my laptop playing Bill Gates Microsoft Hearts. (I have a Windows Computer). One funny thing I've been told my "The Black Guy" who talks to me while I'm in my easy-chair is: The Card-Playing Software that controls the Microsoft Hearts Game on my Laptop uses the actual code that Bill Gates wrote for his first "Microsoft Hearts" Video Game back in 1985! Now, how the fuck am I supposed to believe that? I dunno! Why the fuck are they telling me this? I don't have a fucking clue! What in God's Green Earth am I being ordered-suggested to sit on my stupid E-Z Chair again to play this boring video game anyway? Guess what? I have no idea. I want my freedom, sure, and I want to be able to decide to never play The Microsoft Hearts Card Game ever again! And yet, I am simply incapable of preventing that ominous and loathsome feeling from taking over while I drool at that damned card game watching the years of my life waste away. THEY DO CONTROL YOU.

I did not arrive at work until 3:30 PM today!

So I couldn't possible have spent 7 hours sitting in my easy chair playing Bill Gates 1985 Software Version of Microsoft Hearts, could I? Well, it is not that simple. Yes, I wasted seven hours of my day today. This morning, though, I paid almost no attention whatsoever to the idiotic-verbal-spew of "Anderson Cooper" in Ukraine, but rather, today was a "Bob Dylan Day." Now, I don't want to go into the seven hours of diatribe that my ears were being forced to listen to today. Maybe weeks from now my master will put together a nice blog post that I can retype summarizing his visit to my High School in 1991. What the biological part of brain is capable of remembering from that fateful day 30 years ago is that the NSA Security team did murder at least one of the students at J.J. Pearce during his visit. And, furthermore, since there was such a galactic homicide problem in the 1980's, my dad ended up talking to Bob Dylan (since I was 15, and had not even born when his albums were released) ... for several hours at our house that night.  I had brough his albums on CD and asked a few questions, but my dad was his biggest fan.  He saw him live in the 1960's.

Now, this one of *many* aspects of "living hell" for me - for real! Until 2:30 PM today, I was being fascinated by the photos and the notes that I wrote when I was 15 years old the day when a famous 1960's Folk Musician came and attempted to give a talk at our school. There had been many, many people killed in the 1980's, and some of the more responsible parents in America (who were obscenely worried about their children's future - like my mom and dad) would write a lot of journals, diaries and notes about all the police & military fueled violence back then. When I was old enough (High School) I armed myself with a nice camera myself, and often took pictures of the events when U.S. Marines would show up at our school to, sort of, shut people up for complaining. Remember, 30 years ago computer-software operated "Brain Control Systems" did not really exist. There were many movies about Computer Controlled People - such as Robo-Cop and The Terminator, and even The Naked Gun, but they were mostly portrayed as "sometime in the future." Today, though, they controlled me all day long. So, for instance, keeping the peace at a high school doesn't require ultra-violent N.S.A. Agents dragging around over-the-hill Rock Legends from the 1960's and scaring all the kids by shooting a few of them.

So, all morning long - today, April 6th, 2022 - I was sitting in my chair playing Microsoft Hearts while the T.V. was telling us about "Ukraine" (and I have absolutely no idea what is truth about it NONE) - but I was listening to them regurgitate some journals that I kept or my dad kept about Bob Dylan visiting Dallas Texas. Keep in mind, I certainly remember "Vice President Dick Cheney" coming to speak the following week. It's the type of thing that used to happen in Dallas from time to time. When he came, he had a lot of N.S.A. Security Guys with "The Big Guns."  "They" (my speaker implants) don't bother telling me what he would have said. Lots of famous people used to like to visit American's by making rounds or kissing babies. Today, not so much. But you know what? I wasn't able to write or type a single thing while listening to this long drawn out story today. I wanted to, but I simply could not. You see, we are being psychologically conditioned (those of you with implants), and the reality is one of the primary operations is to be able to "energize you" and also to "depress you." Until I arrived at the library, I did absolutely nothing all morning long. I know I had a lot of "anti-narcotics rhetoric" (how bad drugs were) back then, and even more about the evils of machine guns inside of schools.

I took the DART Train to downtown Dallas, and on my way I was hearing "Booden" ... "Booden" over and over again. When Barrack Obama became President that's what I was told to go do. In 2009, I was cajoled by the electronics to wander around the Richardson Public Library here in Dallas where I just listened to them shout 'Booden' over and over again.



The Richardson Public Library, where in 2009, 2010, and 2011 (while being forced to live at my dad's house) i would wonder around hearing Dallas Brain Control shout 'Booden' and 'Boodin' (and even spell it) into my ear-drum implants for hours and hours on end. Then my eye-chip implants would show me a picture of Vice President Joseph Biden.

I mean, I cannot work on anything important with this crap going on. Mind Control takes the meaning of human life and simply throws it directly in the trash.  I had planned to write about "Biden", but then this is the letter that NDBC read to me.

Part 3: A Walk Down Memory Lane with North Dallas Brain Control - The Gurge Bish Years

Previously, on "The Narrative" with Ralph Torello (me), I was talking about the "ultra-violent" 1980's and early to mid 1990's, which can / should generally be referred to as "My Childhood." Bill Clinton became President in 1992 when I was 17. By the end of his 2nd term in office (Year 2000), many of my family had been implanted with electronics (inside their bodies) that can wield powerful and "Saboteur-Like" authority over the human being in question. During the George Bush (2001 - 2008) "verifiable mountains" of gibberish, nonsense and disinformation was being pumped onto the television networks, the newly built computer networks, and especially our electronic-brain implants.

I do accept that the violence (school massacres and the like) that had destroyed the moral fiber of the cities where I had lived and studied (in the 1980's and 90's) was indeed quickly become a thing of the past. In the process, though, large swarths of the population were being turned into "glorified vegetables" who actually (sort of) stopped even speaking much real English. During those years I was trekked around by an electric wire in my ear that could deprive me of food, sleep & sanity if I disobeyed. I spent the largest part of that time in Boston, Massachusetts, usually in "concentration camps" as I called them, though the places had names like "The Kingston House," "Intake Woods Mullen," "Pilgrim Church," "Long Island Shelter," among others.  Although for reasons I have mentioned many times, I was much more unpopular with Manhattan and Boston Brain Control Departments.

Now stop... I've been 'seeing things' and 'hearing things' all morning long, today, March 31st, 2022

Today I am in Dallas. I have been living here since Barrack Obama was the President. Using electronic signals that, for all intents and purposes prohibit and prevent people from leaving these concentration camps is a cruel and sadistic way to run a city. Boston absolutely loves to outwardly project a kind & loving image of 'important people' taking care of the sick & destitute. Boston, however, is largely one of the most demented places on earth. The previous letters I wrote explained the 80's and 90's pretty well. You know what? This electronic population control can work in places other than "glorified concentration camps" (like the New England Shelter Circuit). These implants can work on a man inside of an office tower, and apartment complex, or even a person's parent's house!

I woke up at 5:30 A.M. this morning. My wife has been psychologically conditioned by "her other boyfriend" as I like to call Dallas Mind Control to get up very early and wander around - or even go to Chinese Starbucks in Plano. Several days ago I woke up seeing visions in my eyes of the camps where I lived with all kinds of bums and niggers, and listening "the voices" shouting "Gurge Bish!" I started laughing a little, since the letters, like this one for instance, that brain control has been helping me to write lately have improved quite a lot!  The extremely "toned down" 2018 and 2019 posts I was writing when they started me on the Java Project were very bland.  These seem to be better.

The words that are important to men in the lives they lead are repeated by these electronic-speakers VERY OFTEN (for those in the "United States - or whatever" who are implanted). Much of the Barrack Obama Years of 2008 - 2016, I wanted to talk about a very well educated M.I.T. Engineer who had learned how to build micro-processors on his own time (since M.I.T. was kind of a joke for a long time) - how I was put into a slew of concentration camps by the electronic warfare machines for almost 6 years. I was never able to say a thing! Hearing 'them' bang-out Gurge Bish! into my ear drums while living with my family actually made me feel like escaping those concentration camps was actually worse than living with relatives (my dad)!  I men, I could not say anything to my dad at all even when living in his house!  Gurge Bish!  Gurge Bish!  I was literally being denied the ability to speak about my life!

Here, March 31st, 2022 - why do I seem to be able to type this crap now - if these 'overlords' are so powerful and evil?

Well, I don't have an answer. This letter that you are reading, right here and right now, these words in front of you ... realize that I feel much more like a courtroom stenographer who is entering this language - much as if I were sitting and listening in a courtroom. Right now, I don't feel like a writer at all! Today, right now, I'm in the Dallas Public Library in Downtown Dallas which has essentially the same look and feel of the large Public Library in Downtown Boston - specifically there are swarths of dirty, disgusting homeless people running around with really bad attitudes. When I was younger, I took my classes very seriously. Seeing teachers be killed turned them into martyrs in my eyes. "These women are giving their lives to the kids!"  In the 1980's and early 1990's growing up in Dallas, I would wager that more of my teachers died than survived the drug-fueled pogrom's of those years. As I got older, I decided that sitting in my room for hours on end and learning was the only thing worth doing. Among many of the classes that I took seriously was my "typing class" and I am one of not than many people I have seen in Dallas who can competently type 50, 60, whatever words per minute in front of a computer key-board.

I was forced to stay inside my apartment (with my wife there) until 2:00 PM today listening to so much nonsense, threatening remarks and all kinds of violent details from literally 35 years ago, that I start to get sick. Keep with me, though, NDBC is telling me that this letter is going to come to a point! (I hope it does). Doesn't that feel sickening? It's like walking around knowing that there is "sort of" a cell-phone inside my body that can order me around, humiliate me, and even abuse me!

So, I went home after the last paragraph, and two days later (today, Saturday), I'm back at the library.

Today it feels like it usualy does. The electronic version of my brain has been reminding me of things that "feel" so hopelessly unrelated to the letter that NDBC was having me type two days ago, that I can barely think of what to write at all! Inhibiting people from writing is the easiest thing in the world when "broadcasting thoughts" is just a few clicks of the keyboard. The latest gimmick / trick to which I have been subjected has been to mention one aspect of my past and my life while sitting at home in my easy-chair, and then bringing up something so totally unrelated and irrelevant to those thoughts the moment that I'm here at work in front of the computer screen trying to type about my past. Yeah, I thought I was going to enjoy writing about "The Gurge Bish Years" - which, from my own recollection, (using the biological part of my brain) were brought up much more frequently during the Barrack Obama Presidency. However, today, as I was laying at home making my chorizo tacos, the electronic part of my brain was bombarding me with stories about my Chinese / Taiwanese Roommate when I was in college.

I really don't know what to do, and I absolutely hate it! I loathe this feeling! I wanted to type / write something onto my blog page, but when I sit here, I just feel perfectly useless. When "The Voices" (inside my head) are blaring and blasting out words, my ability to form sentences, my ability to form words at all are wholly and totally obliterated! I've asked this question a few times. So how is it that today, April 2nd, 2022 - how is it that I am capable of typing these words here and now? That seems like the million dollar question to me! Well, the nice black people at North Dallas Brain Control (for wherever I may find them) seem to be interested in these words today, and are reading them to me right now.

I will say until the day I die, when I'm in front of a computer, all I can do is "accept" or "reject" the words I am hearing and type them, or delete them! I do not have "freedom" at all!

Why this change? Why am I writing now, when for all of my 20's and my 30's (I'm 46 years old right now) was I unable to type? Well, the reality is that mostly the slave traffickers did not want me to write anybody, anyone or anything! During the George Bush Years, when I was homeless, Boston Brain Control did not even want my family to know that I was homeless! All of my immediate relatives had electrical-implants, including my mom and dad, and lying to them about me was how relatives of mine, themselves, were easily manipulated, coordinated, marginalized, and trafficked

So, I guess to end this, one of many popular tactics with this "Organized Crime Government" for causing confusion, apathy and even lethargy in American Citizens who have implants is to repeatedly bring up "The Previous Administration" while "The Current Administration" is actually being blasted out on the Internet, the Newspapers, and the Televised Networks. How could I complain about Donald Trump, when the electronic portion of my brain is going on and on about Barrack Obama? How I can I say a word of how bad Barrack Obama is, when the Biological Part of my Brain is constantly listening to gibberish about "The Gurge Bish Years?" The answer is that, mostly, I wind up saying nothing about our "Dear Leaders" at all. It is a master-stroke of both propaganda and disinformation all at the same time!

And these words today, aren't my words! Maybe they were my words that I did write a long time ago, but were instantly censored and saved in "My Government Computer File." These are the words that NDBC has spoken to me today, Saturday, and also two days ago on Wednesday or Thursday. Yes, they seem to be "opening up" a little bit, but until this stuff is on the "National News," I really wouldn't bother getting my hopes up.

Today, 2022, (by the way) I have heard that for many years, George Bush likes to paint and forget about all the nonsense up north.