How the DeepState F*cked Me

v1.0 – Aug.11 2017

The quick version to entice you to read the rest:

I was a fairly average American business owner who was unfairly attacked by the United States “DeepState” (NSA, CIA, black (secret) groups, and sub-contractors), life pretty much destroyed, and this is my story thus far. The problem is that these tortures can happen to pretty much any American. It could happen to you, might even BE happening to you right now and you don’t even know it.

The DeepState are adept at discrediting others, and have threaten me with detention at GITMO (torture assumed) for releasing this, so there it is. They will call me one or more of the following: Traitor to the United States, a terrorist, a liar, a drunk, a druggy, a crazed lunatic, and on, and on. I will have to leave that up to you, but if you will pass judgment, please do so after reading the entirety of this document.

Who am I?

First off, I’m going to tell you who I am. I’m William Lewis Weaver II, born in Albany, Oregon, was kidnapped when I was a baby until 4yrs, those years had abuse from sexual molestation, being dragged by my hair, to burning needles. My father found me when I was 4. Moved to AZ. I was raised in the desert of Arizona, no man’s land, where illegals were my best friends, and worked hard to make do. I saw a lot of weird shit out there in the desert. The government loves to do their sneaky shit out where no one is looking.

A real quick political interjection here, to all the people overly hating on illegal Mexicans, just think to yourself: Are Zack and Tiffany going to be picking those grapes in 101f temperature with bloody fingers? Hmm? Anywho:

There was a secret air base about 100 miles north of where I lived, not Area 51 or Groom Lake. I have some ADHD, this is common in people with “smarts”, heh, we like to think of a lot of stuff all the fucking time. The last two sentences are important as they come into play later, and may explain why this document kind of jumps around. (sorry)

I come from a lineage of bad asses, from General Winfield Scott, to my father who worked in the Chicago mafia at his youth, (went straight in his adult life. He’s a good man.) My granddad was a chef (cook?) in the Navy for WWII. My two step-Granddad’s, one was a Colonel in the Air Force, saw action in WWII and Korea, and the other worked on the Manhattan Project and on helped to invent Napalm, so I’ve been told. That grandfather had a lot of secret intel, and we weren’t allowed to ask things about his past. They’re not blood, I think it’s still important as we were all very close.

What’s also important to note is that I wasn’t idle in the desert. I hung out with Vietnam vets, POWMIA, in my teens and they taught me all sorts of tricks for making many things out of common household items, or easy to obtain materials. Neat stuff. Heh, I almost blew myself up one time while making making these little devices. I didn’t have eyebrows for a few weeks, haha. Bored desert kids will get into all sorts of shenanigans.

I saw a lot of crazy stuff in the desert, and you can read about some of them to an email I wrote to SecureTeam10 a YouTube channel that likes to show aliens, a silly little fancy of mine: https://pastebin.com/JY8iVdQ4 (Keep going Tyler!)

It’s been said throughout history that the line between genius and madness is often times blurred. This can be true, and it can also be true that lessor minds will sometimes view brilliance as insanity as they do not understand the actions, or line of reasoning of a greater mind. I’m not the smartest guy, and sometimes I’m a real dumb ass dork. Hell, sometimes things are RIGHT in front of me, and I derp out and don’t even understand it. :P

… but as for my intellect, I did skip the fourth grade, and while I am not a college grad, I did graduate from a “high school for the gifted” in my sophomore year. I’ve always studied computers and tech, primarily.

I believe in the teachings of Jesus, Buddha, Alan Watts, and Thích Nhất Hạnh. I highly suggest that everyone seek out the wisdom of these great people.

I’ve ran my own businesses since I was 22 or so. From greyhat hacking early on, to all sorts of web-based businesses. Nerdy stuff. :-)

I was in a major auto accident in PA. where they had to use the jaws of life to get me out. This has caused some short term memory issues for me. This happened in PA from an insurance scammer swoop-n-squat.

I believe in honor, and loyalty to most people who show me that they deserve it. I tried to join the Air Force, but was denied as I have heavy asthma, and at the time in the Gulf, they wouldn’t have me, so okay. I wanted to join the marines, but figured I wasn’t tall enough, ha.

It is important to note that sometimes I do not always express myself clearly to others, or pick up on “social hints”. This is due to the extreme solitude of my youth. Please understand this as you read this document.

I am not here to state that everything in this documents is 100% “why it happened/happens”, I probably have some things wrong, or several guesses as to who, what, when, why and so on. I do my best to be objective when forming my opinions.

I know that I’m not a normal person, I often times have a schedule of 1.5 days on, sleep a day, and repeat, as Nikola Tesla did it too, and it’s just how I operate.

It is also worth noting that I am extremely dangerous now, deadly to some people who are a part of some of the groups mentioned here. I am always armed, and will attack with little hesitation if I believe that I will be harmed or detained in any manner. This isn’t who I was, but it’s who they’ve turned me into.

Additionally, through research, I view the great United States as now being comprised of two nations. We have the normal US, and the DeepState which is kind of it’s own nation within our nation, and they have taken over our great nation. The DeepState, or New United States, as I sometimes call it, is comprised of two warring factions, the CIA and NSA, some military intelligence (unfortunately), and many black (secret) sub-contractors, forming a military industrial complex that one of our Presidents warned our people about:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8y06NSBBRtY

I view most members of the DeepState as traitors, and in my opinion, which is based off of data and emotion, as I am human, I believe that death or continental deportation, not to South America, must be their sentences, as even if they are removed from power, they will worm their way back into something else and subvert our nation again. Possibly, continental deportation may be allowed, and not to South America, away from the land mass completely. I do not glorify death/murder, but as humanity is a violent species, and as sometimes history is not pretty, the case for the security of the United States, and my personal vengeance, calls for the mass deaths of most DeepState due to the vast crimes involved against myself and others. As an example, a simple Google search will show you the huge list of crimes against not just Americans, but humanity as a whole from lethal bad drugs (meth, heroin, coke) trafficking in the US, to trafficking toddlers for sex, and so much more. How are these people allowed to continue to live? To use the resources and luxuries our society has created? I say no, they must be terminated immediately.

Specifically, I suggest killing them and feeding them to the ocean life. Their bodies will give back to the Earth, for their crimes. Maybe deportation, I’m not sure.

So What Happened to Me?

It’s 2015 and I’ve worked my way up from the shit, yes I curse a lot, please deal w/ it, and how I write. I write like I chat on the internet out of convenience.

I worked hard, sometimes taking Adderall to work those 36 hour days programming/coding up a storm to make that money, to build the credit, to be a functional member of society. Most of my projects were just simple websites for schools and financial firms, not the best tech work, but it paid the bills, and helped my wife to finish her PhD. I was very happy with my life. I’d work hard, stay up, work hard, drug/relax, decompress, recharge, repeat. Pretty good! My wife of 14 years (no children, and no major problems) was rocking it in her field.

Life is going good. Credit is A+, I could have walked in and grabbed a Porsche 911 on the spot if I wanted to do so, heh, but I worked for that shit, it didn’t “just happen”.

So eventually, while on the Board of Advisers for an investment firm in Montclair, New Jersey, I’m introduced to a man named Jon Burley, and this seems to be about when the trouble started. (Note: it may go back a lot more than this time… unsure...)

At first he seemed cool. He was an angel investor type (that means he has some money to help start-ups, small new companies, get going for initial equity). I had/have many connections with Angel investors and VCs (Venture Capitalists, big-money people/firms for when the start-ups need the big money to move from the early states, typically), good people to know, and most liked me as I am filled with ideas for businesses.

He was always very aloof, but kept in contact with me. He often times gave me strange business advice, or so it seemed.

On the personal front, I started receiving these terrorist type of comments to my comments online, from military bases it seems. I’m not sure. It was weird. The accounts were clearly botted to seem like real people. (I could code a far better set, but w/e). I could also code a script to spot them, but did not do so.

The comments would often times not make any sense in the context of the discussion. Maybe I’d be posting about the latest video game, and here come weird comments about making bombs and shit. Creepy.

Sometimes it seemed as if Jon Burley knew about things that happened in the privacy of my own home, somehow. I now believe that not only was I renting a house from people that he knew, without knowing, (the reality company was located in Colorado, near where Jon Burley was from), and that there were listening devices in the house. Another strange things happened once, and the only way I can think of how it went down, was if the house was bugged. Attempting to look into Jon’s past ends with a whole lot of questions. I believe that he was ex-CIA, and for some reason spotted me as either a target, or someone to hire… I have no idea, but something very fishy was happening there. Jon now has an order against me and claimed that I was “stalking” him because I asked him how he knew the things he knew. That was him flexing his muscle, and generally being a coward. The right… families... in Brooklyn have his name and info, and if I flex my muscle, or if the right stimuli isn’t gioven every now and then, well… and, no Jon, hiding behind the ex-White House staff girlfriend of yours will do nothing. Why did you attack me? I think it’s because your son might be a loser, and you were trying to morph me or something? What the fuck? Jon, you’re lucky I didn’t come a-knock’n with those “toe clippers” asking questions in November, or not yet anyway. No, hiding in the golf, or ski resorts will not help. I’ve held off on you only because I don’t understand why you would harm me, thinking that perhaps that I have misunderstood the situation.

Anyway, so my wife had finished her contract at her job and it was time to find a new contract. Interestingly enough, my rock-star wife in her field /somehow/, /someway/ only gets a job in Oklahoma, even though we were living in New Jersey, with a hundred places, and people very interested in her. We were baffled by this, but life gives us lemons sometimes so we went for it. Sorry for you Oklahoma folk, but your place sucks. ;^)

So I have one last lunch with Jon Burley before I leave for Oklahoma, and it was really odd how positive Jon Burley was about me moving there, away from one of the wealthiest counties in America. Strange. It was also REALLY weird how he said, “It was nice knowing you, Will.”, right before we parted ways, even though we were going to stay in touch. He said it very pointedly, as if I was going to die soon or something?

I notice something strange as we begin to look for rentals, there is a nice listing that is cheap, but it wasn’t there earlier in the week, though the listing says it’s been listed for two weeks. Odd.

After what was a strange huge rental agreement, where they made sure I wouldn’t steal the Lawn Mower (?!) We moved from New Jersey to 2016 Olde Ridge Road (What a long haul.) in Edmond, Oklahoma, one of the creepiest towns I have ever been in, and I’ve been all over this wondrous nation. The people there behave like robots. It’s scary. Now, they are good people, as a group, somewhat racist, but good people, but I truly believe that the area, mainly the town of Edmond, Oklahoma is a bit of a CIA test bed for mass human experiments, and others.

A funny thing happened a week after we move in, the house security system just happened to “go weird” THE MORNING that the landlord was going to go over the rental house with us. HUH. Oh, and the issue ended up breaking the house alarm, huuuuuh.

I later learned that these two landlords, Debi and Carl Franklin worked for Air Force Intelligence. Huh.

Two months pass in this weird place, and during this time many bizarre events transpired, such as random people being rude for no reason at all, and the local vet took our cat and held her prisoner for a night for an absurd reason. After a while, I told my wife, “It seems like enemies are all around us. It’s just a feeling”. Weird, yeah, and I was right, we were unknowingly involved in a strange conspiracy.

Anyway, my business began to fail as proper tech was just not going to happen in Oklahoma. Nothing is going to happen in Oklahoma. I’m bored as shit. Oklahoma is VERY BORING.

I began to fall into a deep depression, all of that hard work, building myself from the shit desert, leaving home at 16 with an old truck and $400 I made working at Dairy Queen, to having meetings with billionaires in the skyscrapers of Manhattan. America. Where ANYTHING is possible, and ANYONE can make it. Wow… but … now I’m in this place… what the fuck?

Magnetic Clicks, DeepState Torture & Programming Technology Used Against Americans

The clicks started with the home security system, of which the wiring never made any sense to me, someone with novice electrical engineering experience. The main circuit board was a decoy, and there was another one located somewhere in the walls.

After a long while, I understood that these clicks were attempting to program me, much like one can do with dogs or rats. They were attempting to program me to do certain behaviors.

See the sounds started slowly, first with the strange lights in the master bedroom’s ceiling fan. They “ticked” as they cooled from being turned off. I believe that these were used to have my brain used to these types of sounds, and to subconsciously ignore them.

Then the “ticks” started to move around the house, meaning the sources of the sounds. See, I was a desert boy, right? I’m used to silence, listening to those coyotes howl in the summer’s night simmering heat from miles away. So little sounds get to me something fierce. They didn’t know this, they had thought maybe I was originally from the NJ area, used to lots of loud noises.

This is something I find fairly common with these DeepState losers. Their work is sloppy as all hell. Yes, sometimes they do some pretty clever, impressively evil things, but when it’s all tallied, it’s mediocre work at best.

As an example, I noticed a screw missing from one of my laptops. It was on the desk next to me… but these screws were deeply inset AND had locktight put on them LOL. There is no way the screw just “fell” out, derp. No, someone had unscrewed it to play around inside.

The clicks started to have a logic to them. Two clicks for a positive/yes and a single click for a no/false/bad thing. It was pretty sick. I didn’t notice it for a long time. They would click when I would even orgasm during sex to try to associate one with the other, see? Programming. Brain washing. It’s rewarding your for X. It’s real. It’s real, and it’s happening to me, happened to me, can happen to anyone, anywhere. Scary shit. Like, I’d cum “click clack” or high score in the video game, “click clack”, so I would associate that with “good” and so on with bad or “no”.

I know the above may sound absurd, insane, schizophrenic, and on, I thought the same, I questioned not only my own sanity, but my own reality, there was a time where I had to check a recent signature of my wife to make sure that she wasn’t a delusion, and that she hadn’t died and I’d snapped and made all of this up! Yes, this experience has been extremely psychologically tasking.

However, it wasn’t just in my mind. The cat’s ears would flick to the direction of the sounds. Then I used a simple little magnetic wave reading tool, and it pick up on the waves during the sounds too! My wife would hear them as well. So if my wife, the animals, and the tools since these clicks, they must be real! Huh.

Another item is that these clicks would click “no”, one click, each time I’d tell my wife that I loved her, or show her affection. They were trying to break us up. That has been something that’s been on their agenda from almost day one, the sick fuckers.

I came under a depression, confused, business failing, and going from one of the coolest places on Earth to bum-fuck-no-where, so yeah, depression. So I sought counseling, and that’s when I met Anita Walker, LPC in Edmond, Oklahoma.

The first few sessions were fine, but then things started getting weird. She kept mentioning “(Now President) Trump”, her granddaughter and how her granddaughter was an agent to get rid of “child pornography”. Uncomfortable stuff, I thought she was just a little odd, in her Oklahoma ways.

Her sessions became very strange full of gas lighting and bullshit. Very odd. Extremely abusive, mentally.

Then she “accidentally” had a session between both me and some very pretty red haired lady. (I’m a sucker for redheads ;-) ) Which seemed way on purpose like she was trying to break up my marriage, as I saw her write down the appointment in her book the week before. It was no accident. Also when we moved in the house, the movers mentioned something odd about and asked “Were we high school sweethearts?” which is super weird for a mover to ask.

Something was off with her. She kept taking phone calls during our sessions, and would change her demeanor after the calls. Additionally, nearly every time after each session Jon Burley of New Jersey would call me on my cell phone. Soooo….. okaaaaaay….…

I need to note that Anita Walker, LPC should be executed. She would brag to me about her “DC dealings”. She’s a CIA evil-doer and should be eliminated. She psychologically tortured me pretty badly.

Anyway, then the clicks got super obviously logical and I was programmed, obeying them, I’m sad to say.  I’m only human and am just as gullible as all of you.

While all of this was happening my blood was tested to show low testosterone (T). Okay. So the Draelos Medical Institute of Edmond, Oklahoma from Dr. Draelos was saying that I had low T count, and explained that I could take this testosterone gel but might make me infertile but I could have foster babies/kids… interesting as the local mega church called Life.Church, has a foster care program. Life.Church has something called Kidz.tv too… Life.Church probably has CIA ties. (PizzaGate Warriors please investigate heavily, thank you.)

I have to get my blood drained due to this, even to this day. Thanks, assholes. See this T-gel increased my iron levels and amount of red blood cells to unhealthy levels, the thickness of my blood was absurd. I’m glad I worked out a ton as a teen, to be strong, so I have a good heart for this shit.

The blood donation places were I have my blood lettings, refused me at first! I seriously think that it may have been the first attempt on my life. I was so full of blood (increased red blood cell count) that I could FEEL THE ARTERY IN MY FUCKING BRAIN PULSING. My hands were tight, as were my toes. These things happened so gradually that I didn’t notice for a long time. Now I have to get my blood drained every few months. I’m cool w/ donating blood, but when you literally feel yourself decompressing like a deflating basket ball, that shit is just fucked up. Mind you “they” did this to me.

Anyway, after sometime, I was becoming something of an animal, not the normal “happy-go-lucky”, heh, person, but a mean, angry guy. Hmm. I behaved in ways that I will not elaborate on, but were quite bad, and those mixed with the pills the Anita Walker’s friendly nurse gave me…. I was ready to go nutso. It was by design. I didn’t know at the time, as it seemed organic in nature, somewhat. Eventually I found out. I had a blood test at Draelos and they still said I had low testosterone count, so I snuck over to another doctor who used a different lab and had a different blood test done, and low and behold, my T count was SUPER HIGH. I went over and threatened that sniveling coward Dr. Draelos most severely, and he said, “CIA. It’s the CIA.”.

I need to note that Dr. Draelos should be executed.

I was shocked, and, I kind of didn’t believe it. CIA? That’s in the movies. WTF?

So at first I paused for thought, looking back on it all, going over it 9001 times, going over all the hell they put me through, all the tears they made my wife shed, all the torment and horrible stuff that I haven’t bothered to write up in this explanatory document.

… but they had me programmed, mind you, and they programmed me to look up some weird shit about golf courses and download specific episodes of the show Criminal Minds. Funny, huh? Funny, until they had me go to the Oklahoma airport, which turned out to be a whole planned thing.

First, though, lets dive into the Wikipedia thing. See, these DeepState people they want something called “plausible deniability”, so that they can always go, “Noooo, we have no idea what he’s talking about! He’s a nutcase!”, to tear down arguments. So they do things like have me click around the web to figure out their stupid shit. It’s a terrible ineffective way to do this, but it’s real, heh.

Something that they kept bringing up to me in weird little internet comments and stuff was that “I was Neo”, like from the Matrix, and they kept mentioning Jason Bourne, wtf? I hadn’t even seen the film series, and I never pretended to be a spy online or w/e. Very strange.

So they’d click yes or no on links I should click on with my mouse cursor hovering over them. It started from something about Criminal Minds, to various golf courses, one of which Jon Burley’s girlfriend, Nanci Morris, managed. They also had me click on some serial killers o.O and had me read two things, which one was I THINK them hinting that they eventually wanted me to go down to South America to kidnap little kids. Now this was before Pizza/PedoGate was known to be a thing even. They had me read some document about… something about slaves never being able to escape, and to live to tell about it, like a threat, I think? ...or so I thought. I was trying to understand WTF they were on about. Their stupid clicking technology is terribly ineffective, but still extremely dangerous.

Eventually, they told me that I was to go to the Will Rogers airport, that day, and once that was understood, they cut the internet off to the house, and to my phone.

They had also convinced me that if I didn’t follow their directions they would kill my wife, and myself.

So in July 2016, I went to the Will Rogers airport in Oklahoma City as instructed by these monsters.

In fact, they got me to go to the airport, on some weird wild goose chase, and even got me a fake ticket.

Will Rogers Airport

So I show up to the airport, and follow their directions, and park next to the Museum of Women Pilots… which was closed… and the “Agent 99, Inc.” company next door. I believe both of these to be CIA assets, possibly. So I go in the backdoor, which was unlocked. I see some dude in the manager’s office, figured maybe I was supposed to meet him, maybe?, but he was like WTF are you doing here? So… okay… so I check out the only car parked outside, maybe I’m supposed to take it. Nope, so I ended up rummaging around in some guy’s car looking for the keys. Sorry about that, random guy.

The whole area around the museum is pretty weird, consisting of artwork with compasses, some odd mathematical geometry and other strange items. There was an apparent broken elevator on the second floor. I thought that maybe I was supposed to take that, maybe it led to a secret room, maybe that would end up being my tomb, as clearly no one came around this area much. Entering that elevator was probably one of the bravest things I’ve ever done in my life. As it had caution tape all around it, but looked very “staged”. If it had broken down after the door closed, it could have easily been my tomb.

So I took a deep breath, and entered. Mind you, this was all so that these CIA monsters wouldn’t kill my then wife. Well I pressed the next floor button, and everything worked without a hitch…. Oooookkkkkaaaay. So, I’m like, wtf? These “clicks” and other communications were very clear that I was to go to where I went, but there was nothing. What the hell? Was it all a joke? That makes no sense at all, even if it was a cruel joke, it’s just too much damn effort.

So I hop on the airport shuttle and go the airport. There are clearly government goons around me and at the airport. They sometimes have this way of “overly nonchalance”, it’s really cheesy, imo. Anyway, so I’m kind of wandering around the airport like an asshole. They had said I’d be going to New Jersey, but the New Jersey flight left like 30 minutes ago. WTF? If I was meant to take that flight, they are the worst mother fucking groups of morons ever. Even if I hadn’t gone to the museum, how the hell was I supposed to make that flight?!

Okay, so for my wife’s safety, I stick around in case if I’m wrong. Well I notice an Army recruitment place, and it has signage that these deepstate goons told me to look out for… okay. So it looks like they were shipping out that day. So, I thought maybe I suppose to go to the Army base? Another possibly deadly place, as if I went there, there’s a chance I may never leave. Still, I was convinced my wife was in danger so I signed up /shrug. While waiting for the busses, some Army kid tried to steal my phone. Nope, not happening.

So the buses end up being full. Okay. So… ok. Pft. WTF? So I wait around and midnight comes, and this older gentleman comes into the airport. He was of the same gene type as Jon Burley, near the same age. Hell, if someone told me he was Jon’s brother, I’d believe it. We were the only ones in the airport. He was acting like he was in the CIA, and for some reason noted how he didn’t care if I died. Great. He pretended to sleep, and I was walking around. He was trying to say things “overly loudly” in his sleep, but I didn’t catch what I was supposed to hear, which is probably for the best. He claimed he was waiting for a flight at 6am.

So I started thinking that all of this was some sort of stupid ass theater. It was a play, bullshit, nothing. So I did a test. I hopped on the airport shuttle, back to parking lot A. Waited 15 minutes or so, and went back to the airport. *Poof!*, he was gone. Note that there are no flights from like 11pm until 6am at that small airport, and nowhere else for the gentleman to go. He was an actor, a plant, a joke, and nothing more.

On my way to the above mentioned airport shuttle, I met a man with a brand new “Veteran” hat on, and new luggage, waiting for the shuttle. We went out of his way to scream, “IT IS WHAT IT IS!”, which was a saying I’d use quite often. Odd. When I got onto the shuttle, the driver said something like, “Heh, don’t die out there.”. As if I was abandoning my “mission” and would die because of it. o.O

I wasn’t abandoning, though, I was testing them, and I was right. The man who looked somewhat like Jon Burley was gone, and was just another actor.

There was another flight to New Jersey at 6am, so I thought may I was supposed to get on that one. When 6am rolled around, there was a strange ticket, seemingly for me. The name on the ticket was something like William Weaver Franklin, Franklin being the last name of our landlords? What? Was that to be my new name or something? There seemed to be a person named that in Oklahoma, but the Facebook account seemed botted, fake.

So I took the ticket to the annoying security theater bullshit TSA line. I dunno, what else am I supposed to do? While I’m in line, there seems to be an entire theater playing before me. Like, actors. There’s a Buddhist Monk in full wardrobe, cool, but weird at this place, at this time. Some girl in front of me kept poofing out her hair in my face, seemingly on purpose. O.o … Dandruff going everywhere. There is some lady on a cell phone talking overly loudly so I’d hear saying “Once you go in, you can never return!”, so put it home that I’m leaving my wife to keep her safe and may never see her again. This is the cruelty of the deepstate.

Now why they had done all of this, I am unsure. It seems like a helluva lot of effort, time and money to terrorize me in nearly every fashion, but remember the Deepstate is extremely wealthy. During 9/11 Donald Rumsfeld “lost” TRILLIONS of American tax dollars. Huh. (It might be held in China… unsure.)

The whole time my wife is texting me and calling me and leaving messages balling thinking I’m dead on the road or something, of course.

So I go to the first check point, and the guy says my ID doesn’t match the ticket (duh), and someone shoves some South American girl out in front of me and at the same time a lady walks by and clicks an overly large pen. Wut? Yes, what you have just read, actually happened. Okay. So… wut? Are they trying to click-once against little kids? Mmm… I don’t want to fuck little kids, do they want me to hate little kids, kill little kids? Well, I will not. Complete confusion.

Soooo I walk away, and up comes some stupid bitch of a TSA agent (sorry, I’m mad while writing this...), and she asks if she can help, and rips the ticket (evidence) out of my hand and says that it’s not mine and that I can’t have it. Wut, ok, she then starts directing me to a seat… I see some other people with a baby stroller coming towards the seat, oh, look, more theater. Fuck this shit, I’m outa here.

So I leave and catch a cab, just in case if they’ve put a bomb in my car or something. I mean who the hell knows what these whack-jobs will do next!

So I get in the cab and swipe my card, but he has me use his cellphone swipe thing instead.

Nearly instantaneously I noticed that the cabby was an actor. The way he held himself, his “lines” and shit, it was more theater. Sigh, so someone had actually put this all together and now I’m trapped in a car with some actor asshole going back home.

So were driving along and talking, and he’s like “So going home to your wife.”, but I’d never mentioned my wife to him. See that was supposed to be one of many of their “gotcha” moments to cause psychological pain and what not.

I played it off and kept going, and he slumped his shoulders, hahahahha. Yes, he actually slumped because his “gotcha!” didn’t work. I was becoming seasoned, a veteran of this new weird shit.

He kept mentioning life.church and how they own Oklahoma, and the local military, and blah, blah. Bragging, and shit, in kind of a threatening way, like I’d better go to their church OR ELSE. /shrug

When we parked at my house he made a gesture as if he were grabbing a gun from under the driver’s seat. I knew that he hadn’t due to the positioning of his fingers. Just more acting. He said something like, “What are you going to do? Call the police?” with a grin. I told him to get the fuck out of there or I was going to beat his ass.

I open my bedroom door to find my wife asleep, clearly she had been crying her eyes out. Very sad. We embraced.

So, that happened.

The next day I was convinced that the life.church had been plotting against my wife and I, so I went around and drove all over the lawns of their followers and running several of them off the road. Ran over the Mega church’s lawn (A mega church is when one town contributes to one church and it’s absurdly wealthy and huge. These are odd cults out in the mid-west and southern areas of the United States.). I learned that grass is slippery as shit, haha.

Then it dawned on me. It wasn’t life.church, or probably not, I was conned into thinking that it was by these actors. So I did not burn the church down with the people inside, as I was beginning to plan. Heh, yeah, that reads pretty bad, but you have to remember that I was way testosterone out, hulking out, psychologically fucked from the deepstate and on and on.

Maybe these people were trying to turn me into a terrorist by heavily drugging me with various things, and giving me an enemy, this life.church. Job security? I don’t know.

So I packed up my wife our animals and went to leave for Montana, where my in-laws were, and freedom. Montana is pretty much “America Defined”, well, to me.

… and they followed. They didn’t just follow, they had it all planned that I would leave for Montana, as they had researched my family and knew where the “escape routes” would be. These “people”, these cia, these nsa, are monsters.

We took our CR-V and B-lined it, with no sleep. On the way there were billboards and other things that the weirdos knew about and made sure that would signal me, more brain programming. Do you see how sick they are? They revel in it. They love it. That is the deepstate.

So we get to Montana, one heck of a drive, two cats, a dog, and us. I would not trust our animals with those people. So they came with us.

Montana

I was new to “all of this”, and the small town of Anaconda, Montana was perfect for the DeepState’s creepy, pervy ways. They had it locked up tight, even my in-laws, who were scared, but attempted to hint to me that I was in major danger, while keeping their own skins. See, these deepstate love using fear to force people to do their bidding. Words like “NSA” and “CIA” scare the shit out of people, but when you learn the truth about them, it’s not the movies, they’re incompetent, and certainly not “the best of the best”. However, most people just know “the movies”, so they fear the deepstate types.

Now that I’ve changed, and come to understand, they are just as killable as you or I, they aren’t scary, almost a joke as they seem kind of bad at their jobs sometimes, derp.

However, at the time I didn’t know what was going on. I had a few guesses, maybe the CIA was involved, maybe some weird cult from Oklahoma was following us and the FBI was using me as bait to get the “bad guys” who had been harassing us. I wasn’t sure WTF was going on, but things were happening.

So my in-laws and their son were nice enough to let us stay in their house. As I walk into the bedroom I saw, what I believe to be, was a “fapping station”. There was moisturizer, a laptop, and a cleaned box neatly purposely neatly arranged on the desk, in the bedroom.

Obviously, that’s when I knew that the oddities had come to Montana too. Trust me, this is the sick type of humor that these people have. Yeah, it’s funny, I guess? Weird. As I was saying they’re creeps.

They tricked my in-laws into things. I’m very sure, and they were scared.

For instance, my wife and I went to a little forest area with our puppy, as suggested by the in-laws. We’re driving out there and there was some toddler in some getup like those weirdos who model their daughters on TV. You know the ones, and she was on a giant rock with like a whole set, and posed suggestively. WTF? Weird as fuuuuuck. So we got out of there quickly.

I understood that the weirdos were around, but we settled down in the house with our puppy, Max. The clickers started again. So, they could work anywhere. Well, fuck.

The same set of cars would follow us around town it seemed.

Red Pontiac Grand-am, various Jeeps, but they typically had blue lights, odd. They all had on the same kind of sun glasses, and sometimes ear pieces, and one had stickers of guys with Xs over them, like they killed them.

The same songs would play over and over again, as if the vary radio waves were taken over, all the songs were about little kids, wtf?

So I figured a few things:

Either for some reason the government thought we might be kidnappers and were seeing if we would kidnap someone? o.O The government was trying to harass me for not kidnapping little kids for them in South America? The FBI was using me as bait to take out a creepy cult? I wasn’t sure.

More weird things would go on. Like if I’d leave the house the same people would come out and do the same things, like clockwork. Patterns everywhere. Something that some of these random people would like to do would be to follow their heads with my car in a seemingly creepy fashion. It just seemed silly to me, but I believe that they thought that they were causing me great psychological harm with this little trick.

Cars would follow us. Normally always staying within about 150 feet. This lead to some dangerous situations.

I am a different man now, and I wish I hadn’t let all of this go on for so long. I was attempting to be civil around a bunch of psychopathic bullies. I wish that I could go back with a 12 gauge, or a knife, and do the kinds of things that will probably be happening here in the near future.

It should be noted that I did go out to the Montana forest/fields nearly each morning with the then pup Max to meet my stalkers in battle if they so chose. I always had a bladed weapon with me. They never had the balls to meet me one on one. If I lost, hey, I lost… but something tells me that with my reaction speeds and passion for their demise that I just might be the victor. Who knows, heh, and who knows, maybe we’ll all know here right quick.

Moving on from bravado, more strange situations arose, such as I was buying shoes in the lovely city of Missoula, Montana, and as I’m trying on shoes, a man walks near me and whispers in his phone, “He’s in the shoes department.”, and then some annoying families come in the shoe department for some reason, but don’t look at shoes.

I go to purchase the shoes in the store, and the cashier asks all sorts of weird personal questions… weird. Who knows.

I went to the local police and asked them for help. I have no idea if the working detective actually did anything or not.

When we had first entered the town, there was a “Hiring” sign at the local diner. A few days past and my wife and I attempt to eat breakfast there. So we go into the dinner. It’s a really cool place, has cool cars as booths and stuff. Anaconda, Montana is certainly a very cool place to stay as they have some great cafes, pubs, and about 30 minutes away some of the most beautiful forest to walk/camp in and rivers to fish in or lakes to boat in. Seriously, check out that area, and stay in Anaconda for a while, in a strange way it was a horribly great experience.. er. ...yeah... Anyway, So we go in the dinner and eat breakfast, and the waitress refuses to seat us and when we ordered purposely didn’t give us our food. Weird, and then all these little kids, brats really, were running around the place causing a scene. It was a thing. Another one of these weirdo uhhh stages that they setup and play. Very odd?

So we just leave and don’t even pay for the drinks, fuck’em. But I suspect that these CIA goons or w/e had set all of that up and that should NOT dissuade you from going to Anaconda, Montana. Those stupid monkeys are gone now.

So we drive around, and there’s always jeeps following us, fucking annoying.

Then the click clacks kind of direct me to this place, and it turns out to be the Montana State Insane Asylum. Great. Remember that plausible deniability? “He’s Insane! He’s done drugs, and despite the huge amount of research he’s done on the matter the ensure the chemical use was safe, has not caused damage, and very fun, we’re going to hold that to him!”.

This whole time I’m trying to hold composure. Fuck. It’s hard to write all of this, and I’m going to leave this in here for you to read. :-)

So I’m sitting there, my pupper Max in the CR-V, and this lady comes up dressed as a nurse, and starts a conversation with me. I ask her what this area is, she states that it’s the asylum and that I should admit myself. Wut. For the first time in his life Max gives a slow a steady Growl. Well, when Man’s Best Friend says something is wrong, you listen. She then starts in to talk about my wife, and her job prospects. So she knew about my life and whatnot.

I’ve got my hunting knife with me, but didn’t jump out and start slashing. In comes about five vehicles, same cars that have been following me. Some trashy looking fuck tells the nurse, “Get in, this is more than we can handle.”, huh. I wish I would have had a 9mm then as I would have thrown the CR-V in reverse and blasted them dead. Well, I couldn’t, and all those people on me, I don’t like those odds, so I get out of dodge.

Crazy shit, eh? But… by now I think that you the reader, and I are used to the crazy, the shit. So we keep going.

Well, some days past and I have to go to the doc to get my blood drained a bit, again. So on my way some kid in a F250 rear-ends me, totals the CR-V, damn safe vehicles BTW. I’m not sure if the kid is a part of this shit. I don’t think so. It’s just some shit that happened. Anyway, a State Sherrif just happened... to be behind the kid at the time, and got it on video.

I still make it over to the docs, and when I get there some lady with a kid comes out of his office ranting loudly about “a crazy guy”… hmmm…. She had the stink too, “smelled” like one of these losers.

So I go to the doc, and after some talk he gives me some sort of new medication. Weird, but okay, and I guess they need blood and a urine test. So I give it to them, and the nurse is pretty weird, she keeps saying “holy shit!” and trying to be my best friend, she was somehow a part of this, she “smelled” like them, but w/e. Meh.

So I get back to my temporary home and Google the new medication, and learn that the medication the doctor gave me was an anti-psychotic. WTF?!?!?! I’ve never been given one of those before. But now I have, and that’s a “mark” against someone, you know? Now some asshole in court can say, “This guy has been prescribed anti-psychotics!”, see? I may sue the doctor.

A few more days past, nearly every day I’m out there in the morning if these people want to throw down, I’m all about it. One morning I go into a gas station and some asshole is smirking and uses one of my little “phrases” around me. I think about stabbing him, but he’s got his little kids right next to him. That’s what I’ve seen with a lot of these cowardly fuck-faces. They use little kids as a kind of human shield so I don’t start shit, or I would have fucked him up something fierce.

The Dekotas

Now in some parts of this document, you may find I speak in present tense, that’s because I’m kind of reliving/remembering these events, so please forgive me on this phonetic issue.

Days past and I now have Jeep Compass as a rental. Complete shit vehicle. Chrysler, get your shit together. The crossover doesn’t even have a compass in it, you know, the name of the car… Anyway, I figured I’d drive to the East coast and find a new house to rent for the fam, as we’re getting the hell out of Oklahoma.

I take the pup Max with me. I’m going to be shortening this long tale, there was a lot of driving, and a lot of people following me strangely, some people even seemingly knowing me, whom I have never met in my life, such as an elderly couple a t a gas station. o.O

So I get to South Dakota, and my GPS goes out, but these “magnetic” “click-clacks” guide me through the maze of roads. Ask yourself this, if all of this was “in my head” due to things like Schizophrenia or whatever, how was I able to maneuver those dirt roads to a highway without a GPS? And maybe yourself this, did I set that up so that in the future I could use it as evidence? Hmm? ;^)

At one point cars end up following me again. Hunting me, and again, this was before the new me that I am now as of writing this document. I wasn’t a wuss, but I didn’t fight back as much, I wasn’t as hardened. The tech businesses had softened me up from the desert days, I suppose.

So they hunt me all over, and I try to lose them, and at one point there was a 120mph chase back to North Dekota and I’m pretty sure that man would have tried to kill me, and I didn’t have a firearm.

See, I like knives, not guns. With a knife, it’s personal, it’s real. It’s my humanity against yours. It’s honorable. Anyone can fire a gun at someone, but it takes a warrior to wield an ax into some guy’s chest. Now that might sound hokey-pokey, but you know that it’s true. That’s how I am, knives, and blades, no guns, if I can help it.

So I did falter a bit, and cried out to those click-clack fuckers to help me out of the jam, and I saw some law enforcement going the other way with a tow truck at great speed. So I don’t know what the fuck was happening, or what happened with that guy. I do know that people know that I’m a good driver, and that was probably some of my finest driving of my life as those wheels were not meant for those speeds. Looking back on it, it kind of makes me wonder, was it real, or was it holographic technology and the clicker people fucking with me, as they have many times.

Max was a real trooper during all of this shit.

So I end up at a small airport in town and look around and see three guys who are work on planes. They help me out a bit, but the police show up. The whole thing was odd, had a really weird feel to it, these men had seen combat at one time, I could tell, and the police, they seemed more like people acting like police, but who knows there. I just don’t know too many police districts that have the officer’s first name on a badge on their chest. Strange.

So I get to my hotel and Max and I have a rest.

I decide to leave that night and the clicky clack things direct me around town to avoid the creepy people following me, who might try to kill me, until I get stuck in a mud pit. Whoops. The Sheriff said that I did pretty well, made it pretty far. The dually truck is chasing me down, and it parks when I get stuck, and Max and I hoof it through the bush. Out from the trailer it was hauling comes two bikes and these guys are after Max and I, so I get to a house and call the cops, freaking out the poor guy who owned the house. By this time I had lost Max, fuck. The police come, and talk to me. I’m going to take a moment to state how impressed I was by the professionalism of the Sheriff, and their cool trucks, really neat. They had a good thing going. So, I’m talking to the Sheriff, and he’s doing his job, making sure I’m not on meth or some nut job. He puts me in cuffs for his protection, he isn’t sure about me. I don’t blame him, but I tell him my tale. So they take me to the hospital in cuffs, with the SUV stuck in the mud, and my dog is lost, but wait, I hear over the radio that the dog is by the car. Max went back and waited by the car, what a trooper.

… and I have crazy people trying to kill me, or something, and weird magnetic clicker things guiding me, or tricking me, or something. FUCK!

So I’m at the hospital, and they think I’m bonkers. Sigh. At holstered gun-point, I am offered a decision, either take the mega anti-psychotic pills, and we’ll stick you with a syringe. I can kill them all. The police had left, and the guard they had, and then switched out with the older guard, and the nurse would have been an easy spread, but these people have families, and they don’t know the score, so… I go with it.

… and they are putting me in the insane asylum part of the hospital, the mental ward, “for my own protection”. They keep using tricky words to try to trick me into there, I just go with with it, as the alternative is to be forced to probably kill someone who doesn’t understand the entire situation. That’s not honorable, and such, so… sigh… I go in.

Meanwhile this new guard is telling me stories, about him being ex-DEA, and his buddy got shot, but lived. I told him that I’m glad for his buddy. He starts rambling about date-rape drugs for a long time, and I get the idea that this guy is a plant, and WTF is he talking to be about date-rape drugs? That’s not me. So, we get into the elevator and he pointedly asks the nurse about her kids. It was weird. Then I’m shoved into a tiny spot and was asked a certain line of questions, and I knew if I did not answer correctly I was uber fucked. I can’t recall the question, but when the “nurse” asked the specific question, I answered in the way in my favor, and SHE SLUMPED HER SHOULDERS. She actually looked bummed that I had outwitted their horrible plan. Meaning, that she, that “they” wanted me to “fail” and get locked up forever, or whatever, in a nut farm.

This had all been a planned, from the clicks and on. It’s all been against me, to get me here, in this cage, this psycho prison. Why? Who had I angered so? I always tried to live a good’ish life… sure some light drugs, yeah, lots of sex, hell yeah, but…. wut… It doesn’t matter so much now, a year later, as I write this document. What’s been done against me, has been done, and the bodies will pile, blood will be spilled in the name of just vengeance. To you the reader, know that a list of names is present, the absolutes, and the maybes. As of the release of this document a string of events will unfold, meticulously planned, slowly engineered, and most unstoppable, that will provide the justice that I seek. It has been very difficult to execute, as I have been under the watchful gaze of several agencies, many of which have some pretty fancy technology. My enemies know who they are, and they’re even reading this very document. ;^) No, killing me will not help, your days are numbered. I’ve ensured that even in death, I’ve outwitted you all, and oh my, how it fills me with such glee. It’s primal, and maybe not even right, but “it is what it is”.

Anyway! Nearly blind passionate hatred, most savage, aside, back to the story:

So it seems that the deepstate, and company, have locked me up in a psycho prison. Their plans worked. Hurrah! Eh, but only to a degree. Time and time again their lot have disapointed me with their incompetence, even as enemies. Sigh. However, and to clarify, a few minutes before that horrible bitch asked me the list of questions, the poison that they gave my by gun point kicked in. It’s hard to explain the effects, it twisted my mind something nasty. My tongue would try to twist in my mouth, uncontrollably… a terrible poison. It was EXTREMELY difficult to focus, plan, and outwit and all of that shit, and answer correctly. It had been their plan to poison my brain, so that I would answer the list of questions incorrectly, as she was attempting to “guide” me through the questions while I was so very heavily drugged. It was their goal to ensure my nearly endless imprisonment in that hell hole, and what happened to me, can happen to any of you, at any time the deepstate pleases.

A question for you the reader is: Does the above mentioned fact frighten you into fearing the deepstate? Or do you have the guts to be inspired to at least CONSIDER picking up the gun, the ax, or the hammer to kill them all when the time to strike back arises? If it doesn’t, then hug your kiddies tightly, and spend good time with your family as maybe next time it’ll be you.

By the time I left the interrogation room and they made me change into a hospital gown, the poison had taken complete hold of my mind. I don’t really recall the rest of the night, being shoved in a cold room, shitty bed, and being told it would be best for my health if I would sleep. It’s all mostly a blur.

The people next to my room were those who would scream incomprehensibly to themselves, to the universe, all night and day long. Madmen. My other prison-mates were several severely depressed women, a good man who was once a bull rider, I’m not completely sure why he was in there, and another man who was very large in muscular stature, had a good heart, but also wanted to murder people, especially people whose company he enjoyed, me specifically.

I stayed in there for five days or a week. It’s a bit blurry, as they kept me drugged up.

While in there, I tried to comfort the depressed women. I spoke with the bull rider about his past adventures, and spent time with the man who had a terrible internal struggle of both liking me, and a strong urge to murder me too. They ended up taking that man away to a full security institution, is my understanding. I did flirt with a few nurses, as is my way, and a difficult thing to do with the apparent stigma of being a crazed individual.

I mainly spent my time working out, reading, and being bored as all hell while zonked out on their mind-bending pills and listening to the truly mentally ill scream frantic, heart-wrenching, incoherent torments.

I’m not going to share the rest of the details of what transpired in that facility. I don’t particularly like to think about it, relive it. I’ll leave it up to your imagination, and you might just be right.

Eventually I got out of there. However, before I was allowed to leave, they made me sign a paper saying that I understood that I was crazy and all of the things I knew were real, were all delusions. Yes, that is the actual law in North Dakota, or what they told me that it was. They claimed that you are forced to say that you’re nuts to be let free.

Welcome to the New United States.

My wife was able to pick me up after release, Max was gathered from the local pound, and we were off back to Montana. Back in Montana my in-laws, who I am pretty sure sold me out to the feds, out of cowardice and confusion, continued to not believe me story. Fun, fun.

By this time I was disgusted by it all, the US government, this “family” of mine, and on and on, and just wanted to get to Oklahoma to pick up my things and move.

Before we left back for Oklahoma, my loving wife, now “ex”wife, had accepted a new job offer by LIEDOS, a company once “owned” by the US Navy, huh. She would now work right next door to the CIA headquarters in McLean, VA., huh… in the only building right next to the CIA HQ, huh. As you will later learn in this document my wife of sixteen years had sold me out. Shocking, isn’t it? You don’t know how close we were, or how close I had thought that we were. Her punishment will be a lifetime of regret after I most likely die soon after publishing this document, though it’s not just. The punishment is too severe, as I believe that the CIA had tricked her. They are a terrible lot, and take pleasure/pride in manipulating the innocent into being a part of their nefarious plots. Ah, I should inform you the reader that LIEDOS is a CIA sub-contractor, and that I’ve found multiple bits of evidence that her job is nothing more than a front for her “employment” at the CIA. Lies upon lies, upon lies, upon destruction of families, that seems to be the motto of the DeepState.

If any of you respect my wishes, before or after my possible demise shortly after this publication, I ask that you do not bring any harm to my wife/ex-wife. In the long run, I do not blame her. She too is a victim, and was a very good wife, and will make a great mother.

During this time we saw a great many “Oklahoma” stickers on cars following us, meh. Let the failures stalk. I wasn’t too concerned with them, even when the tow truck from Oklahoma purposely dropped a 6x6 board in front of our car on the highway. Small time attempts by simple minds.

We get back to that hell hole known as Oklahoma. Order the moving truck from Budget, and get moving. When I picked up the moving truck, I noticed that they had cut the brake lines. Sigh. Again, more shit-tier attempts by haters from the lower end of what humanity has to offer. I got the truck replaced, packed up and got out of dodge. The life.church people were watching the entire time to make sure I didn’t go shoot up their church or something. Hmm, guilty conscious of the righteous?

On our way out of town the good people of Oklahoma spat on our moving truck. Don’t worry, vengeance is headed to the right people. Arid climates provide delicate living conditions, and I’ve made the right friends in the right places. :^)

One other strange thing to note, while leaving Oklahoma a truck with some sort of poem written on the back made sure to burst in front of our truck, and they wanted to make sure that I saw it. I couldn’t make out all of the poem, but it resembled something that the “click-clacks” showed me on the web, something about New Jersey Calvary from the 1800s and possibly early 1900s? There was also a coat of arms. I have no idea WTF that means, and these “click-clack” communications are not to be trusted. As far as I know, I only had friends/business-“friends” in New Jersey, many of them, and no enemies, or no one of any note/worth a damn. /shrug – Maybe you guys and gals can figure that one out, if there is anything to even figure out. See, these people like to do something called “muddying the waters”, meaning causing confusion by adding to likely possibilities. Through various internet comments and other things, they’ve tried to place blame on everyone from old clients like Liz Dee at Smarties Candy Company, to my wife, and on and on. They do this so that they cannot be traced.

Virginia (August 2016 to August 2017)

We moved into a rental in Northern Virginia. I fear that we may have been guided, yet again, to rent a specific house. This time owned by a higher-up in the Department of State. While I think he may be a good man, he is one who would bow to pressure. He has a toddler or two, so I don’t blame the man. He gave me a few hints, and I’m not sure if it was on purpose. I don’t believe so...

So for two months there was no clicking, nothing weird. No weird cars following, or anything noticeable.

I had moved on, but was taking time off to recover from a year of hell. My wife was/is very happy in her job that she has worked hard to gain.

I then started to notice strange happenings again, sigh. People following me in cars, again. Strange people in the grocery stores “seeming” to shop, but not actually shopping, but keeping an eye on me, and having their bratty kids run around me, slam into me. (Trying to cause a scene? Again, they use children as shields/weapons of sorts.)

And then the click-clacks started again. God damn it. Can’t I get some fucking peace? … and here I thought that maybe it was some psycho cult in Oklahoma that had some sort of clicking technology? I had thought that my family were safe from the terrorizing now.

What’s absurd is that, from what I can tell, there was no stimuli (from my end) that could of triggered the seeming renewal of this “click terrorism”. WHY did they start again? WHAT THE FUCK?!

So the DeepState were listening to us the entire time, and as before, they listened to us have sex, to us eat, play video games, enjoy our private company. The DeepState is probably listening to some of you, maybe even a lot of you, right fucking now. How creepy is that? Imagine you’re not even a felon (worse I’ve had are speeding tickets), I welcome you to check my record! … Unless they’ve edited it with lies…

A few quick facts that I’ve found while testing their abilities - The DeepState can:

- Record audio and video of any newer cell phone at pretty much any time.

- Access your computer (CIA) via your Intel i3/i5/i7, and probably i9 CPU, unstoppable.

- Windows 10 is completely subverted.

- Mainstream Linux distros are subverted.

I’m sorry everyone, but we’re fucked. Obviously I’ve had a lot of time to consider all of this, and the only way I can see to fix this is via civil war. NOT right vs. left, which the DeepState really wants you guys to keep fighting BTW, but Americans vs. DeepState. This becomes tricky as there is an overlap with military… I don’t have all of the answers, but death/deportation is a must or these people will simply return and worm their way into other things.

Partial “Chapter” Break to Further Explain the Technology

… However, the New United States government, the DeepState is listening to you make love, and generally live, and NOT ONLY doing that, but also attempting to program your decision-making abilities. The “click-clack” sounds can be very quiet. The science has been proven in rats, and a very simple version of it can be seen with training dogs. It works with people as well. I’m fairly sure that they “test” people’s hearing overtime to confirm their hearing ranges, and the most common “click-clack” sounds are just barely within your audible range.

Disgusting isn’t it? And it’s real! And IT’S HAPPENING RIGHT FUCKING NOW, PEOPLE! I’m trying to warn all of you as “hard” as I can, and even other governments in the world, such as Russia. (Russians aren’t bad people as the DeepState wants you to believe so much. They’re just like Americans, generally speaking. Don’t read into the bullshit too much.)

They will call me a traitor for releasing this, the cia actually threatened me with imprisonment (torture assumed) at GITMO, as the tech is probably highly secretive, but I am not a traitor, I must look out for the human species. I am rather sure that this technology can be used outside of the United States, either generally around the North American continent, or perhaps even globally.

Please note that the DeepState did what they could to destroy my business, and our financial status. After a lot of hard work, coming from nothing, with little outside help, we went from 860+ credit score, $10k in savings, $30k in open credit, to 530 credit scores, $30k+ in credit debt, and BARELY living check-to-check and even late on pretty much every bill.

Now that all of this happened, my personality has changed drastically. I just don’t give a fuck anymore, about the repercussions from the DeepState, about my finances, bill collectors, anything, but for my ex-wife, attempting to warn humanity, and to achieve proper vengeance.

I state this to show you that my resources are terribly limited. I have my brain/mind, the internet, my experiences, tech know-how and that’s it, and I have some of the most powerful/dangerous organizations on our planet against me, haha. It’s absurd! I cannot completely decipher/backwards-engineer the “click-clack” technology. I can only tell you what I have confirmed and my own guesswork as to how this tech functions.

To restate, and to try to be as clear as possible: The technology uses magnetic waves to move metallic objects against surfaces to create a “tapping”/“click” or two “click-clack” sounds. After using a device to search for metallic, and magnetic items in my house, I have found various objects in this rental home, such as a metal rod in the wall, that someone obviously PUT there for THIS purpose, and recently, as it was recently painted over (sloppy work, tsk, tsk). It had no reason to be there. I also found a little battery hidden in the wall.. of this newly completely renovated house. When I removed these objects the “click-clacks” from those locations ceased. So… there it is. I’ve used the magnetic reader/bug finders through out the house. I’ve picked up “pulses” of magnetic waves, dangerous low frequency ones, (I believe that they are cancer-causing?) to ones so strong/high that they literally went off the scales, and temporarily broke the instrumentation I was using!

This rental house has a very strange wiring job done to it, and very novice/maybe even dangerous, haha. Even some of the circuits have broken. I believe that there is a remote switch to cause the attic-area to catch on fire. I am unsure if this house alone has been turned into a giant magnet which is able to “shift” the magnetic waves to certain spots, or if it’s simply the metal in the walls, such as a corner of a wall, or a windowsill, being temporarily turned into a magnet remotely via HAARP technology, hidden in cell towers (possibly), via abusing quantum mechanics (long explanation, ask a quantum researcher), via satellites, or a mix of those technologies. I am just not sure, but I’d put a major wager that it’s one/mix of what I’ve listed.

They can “click” at me in ANY vehicle, seemingly anywhere, if I have my cell phone on my, or not. Yes, they can somehow hear me in any vehicles, or even any locations, seemingly anywhere. I know how that reads, impossible right? I swear to you that it’s true, and they are using this against United States citizens!

I know that what I’ve stated reads as absurd. Unfortunately, some of you will read that as lunacy/fantasy, but I swear to you that it is true, and they have used it to torture the HELL out of us, primarily me, to terrorize me, but I have to continue and inform you that this all goes so much further.

Please recall earlier in this (larger version of the) document that I stated that when a person’s (men especially) testosterone levels are too high, we hold far too much iron in our blood, right? This is a measured scientific fact, and was even measured to be true in me, as my iron levels were through the roof, very dangerous indeed.

So after a while or so of slowly being exposed to these magnetic waves, this DeepState, these monsters of humanity, these New Nazi SS Soldiers of the Digital Age, have actually been able to create small iron balls behind my ear drums so that I cannot escape their torments. This has been confirmed by doctors. While the “official” statement from the doctors was that my X-Rays showed nothing, there were EXTREMELY STRONG hints given to me that they were forced to lie under threat. Isn’t it interesting that the doctors suddenly became “ill” and left work IMMEDIATELY after the X-Rays were taken, and before I had access to them, though I saw the doctors and there was no indication that they were sick, or leaving AT ALL. In fact they were going to see me the next day.

So, let’s recap one more time: Not only is the CIA/NSA/DeepState harassing United States citizens needlessly, and programming you, but they are actually able to remotely “implant”/create objects into your body. I believe that these “iron balls” can also be used as remote kill switches. Isn’t it interesting that right when I went “rogue” there was a scam medical doctor trying to get me into an fMRI chamber, which would have RIPPED the iron balls through my skull and brain, killing me possibly instantly, or a nasty very quick death.

Welcome to the New United States. Welcome to Hell.

Unfortunately now I cannot even escape to Russia for peace, as I fear that some of the Russian intelligence agencies may dissect my brain for the possible internal tech. How much does that fucking suck for me? I can’t even escape and start a new life. I have nothing against Russia, but intelligence agencies will do what they’ve been know to do, sooo…

It’s up to you/us to destroy this evil. I suspect my demise soon after releasing these document(s) in full.

You see the only reason why I’m alive this second writing this is that these sick fuckers sometimes see me as an investment of sorts, and haven’t wanted to completely remove me just yet, or so it seems, I’ve used this possible fact, on a dice roll, to my advantage while plotting against them.

Heh, once my personally changed into full kill-mode, full rogue, these stupid fucks have tried to “become my friends” with their click-clacks. Like, they’ll try to warn me about upcoming cars that I cannot see and a bunch of other stuff. Nope, not happening. I’ve been able to filter out the clicking so far, though I’ve noticed that my “ex”-wife is highly programmed. I swear to all of humanity, and the Universe at large, that if I live, those who comprise the DeepState will pay with their blood.

To further expand on the possible capabilities of this evil technology, they might be able to view LCD monitors remotely, without the computer even having an internet connection. Right now they are clicking at me a lot, pissed I’m writing this, clicking at specific details, yet Wireshark, a popular tool used to capture internet packets, is picking up no activity, the LAN cable is unplugged from this PC, and wireless cars physically removed. Sooo….. maybe they can see monitors remotely? I’m not sure.

I also have some probably fantastic, very scary guesses, that after these monsters have had access to iron in my blood and magnetic tech, that maybe they’ve been able to “lace” my brain in some fashion and can possibly see what I’m seeing? I really don’t know. That’s pretty far out there though, so maybe not, heh, I’m just guessing.

So here I am, trying to fight an intense evil, some of the most evil, most powerful organizations on the planet, who can avoid any laws, with insane remote magnetic technology against me, with metal things IN MY FUCKING SKULL. It’s VERY stressful!

I’m handling it though, or trying to do so.

Back to Virginia

So they started up clicking at me, stalking me, and doing all of that crazy crap again. Great. (Not really.) This is about where I gave up on life, you can probably chart it on Twitter. I mean, these goons destroyed me, and even when I tried to do business again in Virginia I ran into some rather shady looking deals, entrapment stuff, and stayed away.

Here are some strange things that have happened while in Virginia:

Pre-No-Fucks-Given

A Verizon FIOS installer kept telling me he was a veteran, cool, and kept telling me about it, and his hands were shaking it was weird. My Verizon Router’s default Password is “brain2bury1000cuts” Huh. A threat? o.O Why? What? What the fuck Verizon? So you want to bury my brain? And your bringing up the old Chinese phrase “Death by 1,000 cuts.” (Meaning you die from being slowly drained of money and life… huh.. sound familiar?)

I didn’t notice the password until the installer had left.

(The Now Period, of No Fucks Given)

I had to call in a heater repairman. He was SCARED SHITLESS. His eyes were pin-pricks. Like after a car crash or something. WTF?! I was just chilling on the couch and offering him something to drink, lol. He was so nervous, it was nuts. I caught him trying to snoop around where I had hid that little metal rod. Now, now, now. Don’t you think I would have thought of that beforehand. ;^) Sigh. I had weapons hidden in ever room, still do, for quick access. You never know when you’ll need to kill a mother fucker, seems to be a new way of thinking that I have, woo! ... but really it sucks.

Apparently he had to install some new wiring…

He kept going off about how magnetic field around a house are normal. Wut. o.O Has YOUR plumber or A/C repairman guy just start to ramble about how magnetic fields are normal? Nah. These monsters of humanity must have called this guy and scared him somehow, maybe used phrases like “CIA” or “NSA” and got him to do their bidding.

Shortly after he left these “sigh” sound effects started coming out of my ventwork. Yes, I’m not shitting you, they put in a “sigh” generator when these weirdos wanted to sigh at me. WHAT THE FUCK?!

Like… what kind of crazy people are running that show? They spend their time and resources to scare some poor guy out of his wits so he installs a “sigh” generator? WHAT?!?!?!?!?! They’re nuts. they’re insane, and they have this technology. Why not just send me a fucking letter, or an email, or a NON-snarky comment on the web?

Heh, you know their failure in logic, and sometimes sloppy work starts making me think of just absurd fantastic ideas, like maybe it’s aliens? LOL I mean, these “people” make no sense. They click at me for years to pester me and harass me, destroy me, and damage the good little life that we worked hard for… ? Why? Research data? I don’t get it.

A quick note on the silly alien idea, as I’ve had far too much time on my hands, seeing as I can’t work without being harassed or scammed, I have performed a good deal of research into aliens, and all of that stuff. I know that talking about this in this document doesn’t help, but, meh. It’s my document. :-p You might find my findings on all of it interesting while I have your attention, just for a bit, as I enjoy educating, and entertaining others:

It’s highly probably that aliens are real. I believe at least two alien cultures are visiting us, one being the “Greys”, and one being the “Plebeians”/Nordics. I am unsure if I trust the little grey guys. The Nordics I would trust.

It’s a little weird, as I was researching them the other week, and I swear that I saw not one, but two (women) in one week’s time. They are described as being extremely beautiful, and I saw two platinum haired women who were slightly tanned who were like 12/10 on the scale of beauty. I am coming at this objectively, and not from my normal horn-dog self. :-p Very odd. The first one I was meant to see, that was an absolute. As I had parked at a store, and I saw her there, and when I got out a gentleman spoke with me about my rental truck (long story). The gentleman spoke to me in a most friendly, sincere way, which is great, but was strange for the time, overly friendly and sincere. Nice, but odd. I turn around, and poof, she’s gone. The other woman I saw a few days later, but who knows about her.

Let me also take a minute to tell you about other things going “poof”. Strangely.

So in the new “no fuck given” phase of my life, I’ve started to follow the cars that follow me. This has led to three car chases and an incident where I attempted to murder an agent. That might read as bad, but you fuck with me, I fuck with you, and I don’t fuck around any longer. I’ll kill mother fuckers, seriously.

During this time I have seen four vehicles basically vanish around a corner. Now, two of them, meh, who knows, but the other two, get the fuck out of town. They were there, and poof, they were gone. Wow. WTF?

Additionally there was a man in a suit who came into “being” seemingly out of no where while I was in an empty mall parking lot. Wide open space, drive down, no one, turn around, man in the middle. Wut. I was supposed to see that. I left, I guess I that shouldn’t have. What the hell is going on here? Aliens? HAHA! Ha? Seriously though, I’m fucking lost.

Sigh.

I think that “the people”, “they” may have dressed up some peeps as pretty aliens or w/e, to try to trick me? I don’t know. I mean, a wig from Amazon, and a good makeup job. Some of those girls on YouTube are amazing at the makeup thing. Why? LOL. Fucking crazy world, I tell you what.

The Government Refuses to Issue me a Passport. I am a Prisoner in the United States.

Anyway, so I’m writing this drunkard at 1:04am on August, 8th, 2017. I’m listening to the rage-filled lyrics of Korn’s first album to anchor these words in place.

They refused my passport. Making me a prisoner in the United States. Yep. You read that right, and it can happen to you as well.

I’ve applied over three times to get me the hell out of this freak show, but each time they make up bullshit excuses, like a “warrant” I had, that was never real, a “computer glitch”, and after two “agents” from the State Department LIED to my local police force, telling them that I’d be issued a passport, my application, and all history, was deleted from their servers.

So, from my standpoint, I’m held against my will in this nation, this “New United States”. I’m a prisoner of an enemy nation, and so I have the urge to want to watch it burn, as that’s the position that I’ve been put in, but I like this nation, so.... What does the cornered wolf do when continually lashed?

Those same two fuck-faces from the State Department visited my house, and boy, oh boy, what a time we had. :D

See, I had been calling up their office, sometimes maybe a bit too drunk one time :\ … and asking WTF? Can you blame me? I mean I wasn’t calling them foul names or anything (I don’t think so anyway…), but, yes, I was pissed.

So these two desk jockies thought that they would play Billy badass and come to my door flashing badges and acting all tough, lmfao.

So I was drunk’ish when they opened the door, yep, sometimes I’ve been drinking lately, you can see it on my Twitter history, haha, heh, but I do so mainly to get my mind off of all the shit. Never used to drink.

Anyway, so these two guys shows up with a big folder about how evil I am, or w/e (lol), and tell me that they told on me to the police that I left a mean message. Okay. And then they’re like, “We can make all of this go away.”, like… they’re the cool detective or something? I kind of laid into them, ranting about some of the stuff in this doc, and w/e, and my passport. Those two “agents” PROMISED me that my passport was coming and they even told the police officers, to their face, that my passport was coming. Nope. In fact, they deleted me from their system.

They even stood within arm's distance of me. Stupid. I could have grabbed them, and broken their bodies, but they looked like fathers, good men, maybe.

Haha, after I was done laying into them, they were both shaking before me, it was hilarious. They walked into a whole lot of shit that they weren’t expecting, but the fact still remains that the United States denied my passport just because they wanted to fuck with me. So, what that means is that I can’t “easily” (not easy) move to another nation and start a new life. That means that I am a prisoner of the United States. A wild alpha wolf, with enemies everywhere, loose in a nation that has trapped him.

So be it.

Another strange thing to note, other than all the weird, creepy, stupid shit happening around me for two years or whatever, is that for a while back around March of 2017, there were what seemed like, and this will sounds nuts, but I guess we’re already past nutsville, or whatever, is that there were these group of “tourists” kind of, like following me and taking photos of me. Wut…. But they were sincerely happy, or so it seemed. Like, oh look it’s that guy, click a photo… weird. /shrug It only happened for a day. It was really weird. (Time tourists? Yeah… we;re getting way fucking out there people… but why not at this point. :-\ )

Another weird ass thing was that was this Mexican girl when I was walking Max one day. She was 10 or so, and walking towards us on the sidewalk. She looked scared, and that’s okay, cause Max is a big guy, and while he’s super nice, how is she supposed to know that? So I walk to the other side of the street, so the girl doesn’t have to be scared. See? Simple stuff. Buuuut, oh, wait, I live in Twilight Zone Limbo Hell (That’s what I call this reality btw, anymore.), so of course this simple little thing that happens, couldn’t remain simple.

I take three steps into the street, then she crosses too. Wut. So I get over to the other side, and now she’s there, haha, still looking scared. Wut.

So I cross again, she does it AGAIN! Mind you, she’s purposely doing this, this isn’t on accident. LOL

So A THIRD TIME she does it as we are super close, and now SHE IS CRYING cause she’s scared of Max. :-( So I run across to the other side, and up comes this car, and a Mexican woman, who looked like her mom o.O says that I have a pretty dog and drives away. Wut.

Wut.

Wut.

Wut.

So someone out there abused a little girl, forced her to go towards my dog, and while he’s nice, she doesn’t know that this 120+lb. dog isn’t going to eat her (or w/e). WTF IS GOING ON IN THIS UNIVERSE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Sigh.

As of writing this tonight in August, the 9th, 2017, I left court this morning for a traffic ticket, (a bizarre event of a tow truck guy attacking my truck lol?) where the officer from a police precinct that I thought I was on good terms with (?) told the judge, “We are not waving jail.”, this means to me that they wish to jail me. I will not be taken in cuffs alive by anyone. So this will end nasty style, probably. Either I’m fleeing to Russia or, well, I suppose we’ll see what surprises I’ve been cooking up for the rotten mother fuckers while the hate, the rage takes over and has slowly evolved me into whatever the fuck I am now.

This sucks. I just want to be a nice guy, have a good time, help others to have a good time and woo! Oh, and make some money, and so on, but, nope, have to deal with this shit.

Here are my documents on regarding the CIA, such as raiding the CIA HQ in McLean, VA.

Who is your cia employee/agent? https://pastebin.com/imyD0PRR

CIA HQ Raid v1.2: https://pastebin.com/GvCgx9ME