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Published on The Doomstead Diner on April 20, 2019

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The days rolled by last week and the strange case of the Assange affair kept me going back to my place on the net and putting up new content. It wasn't just that I'm a comment dog who can't be on the internet without wanting to write something somewhere. (Try it sometime if you don't write comments, see if you can make just one.) And it wasn't simple outrage though I've plenty of that. It was more personal.

Before Snowden and before Wikileaks I had become K-Dog. It was early on when I became K-Dog. The name was given to me by an anonymous commenter who had liked something I had written. I was busy in those days. I had come to the realization (actually horrible awareness) that smart people were not working the worlds problems. No think tanks in universities coming up with plans to adapt the world to a future without oil or a climate. No secret government bases with giant machines to scrub C02 out of the atmosphere or refine zero-point energy. Nothing at all.

Turns out if you think about the world's problems at all you right there with the smartest people in the room. The common herd won't contemplate that which is beyond their vision. Not even won't but can't! Turns out be deep-seated psychological reasons for this cognitive black hole, and even that would not be so bad; if such people also did not vote.

“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.” <== Hunter S. Thompson

Let's toast to being born at time when there was plenty of sugar in the worlds petri-dish for all the yeast to thrive.

The seventies had led me to believe that people were working the earth's problems but it turned out the 70's had led to the brain-dead 80's during which time the seeds for the absolute annihilation of mankind were planted. America's ability to adapt was about to be destroyed.

During the 80's and 90's electronics were refined so mass surveillance became possible and those of the common herd who had power could not resist the temptation to use it. It is not in human nature to ignore a benifit of technology. There are deep-seated psychological reasons for this it turns out. Then came 9-11 a plan for a new American Century. Neocons took control and America became a different place. Mesmerized by shock and awe few people noticed.

Surveilance is one thing, and the instant reaction is to think no big deal but, it is a big deal. Surveillance brings management with it, the temptation was not resisted. James Howard Kunstler had honed in on the collapse movement and was writing about depletion issues. I began to comment on his blog. Long story short I soon realized that some of the commenters at his blog had super powers. A few names needed no sleep. And following I.P. Addys from his site that a tracking service plugin provided I learned that most of the identities who were commenting on his blog were using 'the Department of Defense Network' to get to the website. Actual origins appeared to be from every small military base in the country. America had become a country silently being brainwashed by ideologies of the most ossified and conservative kind. The ability of America to adapt to change had been taken away and our doom was sealed.

I did not have a website at the time. I appeared to be someone who could just be rolled over using a bit of terror. Gang stalking and electronic harassment of many kinds. It worked for a while but I adapted and survived. I registered my website and now with Julian's Arrest I'm ready because the same people who want him were the ones who were harassing me. It is personal. Vault 7 personal. Being followed by men in black suits personal and this being the Diner I'll have a small taste of:

"La vengeance est un plat qui se mange froide" (Revenge is a dish best served cold)

I have a picture of one of the suits, I could post it but this article is not about me. I will only give a link to it. http://chasingthesquirrel.com/pics/DLR.png The pic came from a website he asked me to visit when we met in person. A website intended to put the fear of god into me. I downloaded it.

I'm writing to do a small part in getting the promise of democracy working again or something like that. Because we don't have it now. We have only the illusion of it.

From my website:

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