Friday, March 24, 2006

Common Cause Flap

I applaud Chellie Pingree for publicly criticizing the so-called "Patriot Act" and also for standing up to the FBI.

Thirty-five years ago this month, a group calling itself the Citizens Commission to Investigate the FBI broke into the agency's office in Media, Pa., and removed hundreds of files documenting its policy of surveillance, infiltration and harassment of civil rights and anti-war activists.

Thanks to the efforts of those patriotic Americans, newspaper articles based on the documents prompted Congress to hold hearings on some of the illegal activities engaged in by the FBI and CIA. Unfortunately, recent revelations have shown that the reforms subsequently adopted by Congress to prevent such abuses by the FBI were not successful.

The FBI is still spying on whistle-blowers, peace activists and other patriotic Americans, not because they pose a threat to national security, but because they oppose U.S. government policies. The truth is, there never would have been a need for the "Patriot Act" if the FBI had done its job in the months leading up to 9-11.

If the FBI would spend more time preventing crime and less time covering up its illegal activities, patriotic Americans would feel free to exercise their First Amendment rights to freedom of expression without having to worry about being placed under the type of surveillance authorized by the "Patriot Act."

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Project Monarch

Since the CIA never confronts me in person, they like to give me subtle hints to let me know that they are the agency charged with the task of destroying my life. This is in retaliation for my efforts to expose the fact that they killed President Kennedy in 1963 and have been running this country into the ground ever since.

Just to give you an example of the kind of tactics they use, the other day I was out driving around when I was passed on the left-hand side by a white van that had "Monarch Beverage" painted on the side. This was significant because the CIA started a program back in the 1940s called Monarch. It may even be going on today under the same name, or it could have a different name.

At any rate, much has been written about this program, which involved tourturing people to split their personalities so they could be used for sex slaves, assassins or whatever sick, twisted and perverted purpose the Nazi doctors could devise.

Also, on one of my so-called "jobs" at the CTB-McGraw Hill testing center, they had posters on the wall referring to the Monarch training program. They said, "Monarch: The Power to Lead."

Now, it's possible that was just a coincidence, but I checked the McGraw Hill web site, and I did not find any reference to this wonderful program. That leads me to believe that those posters were made specifically for my benefit. Since that office was crawling with CIA operatives and is basically just a CIA front, they wanted to intimidate me with references to that program.

Since they never come right out and tell me anything, I have to figure all this out on my own. I'm sot sure if I'm supposed to think I was at one time part of the Monarch program, or if I still am, or if it's all just a smokescreen.

Regardless of the name of the program or the agency in charge of implementing it, it has become increasingly evident to me lately that I have been involved in some kind of mind control program my entire adult life and possibly since I was a young child. I could even be one of those Monarch kids who were tortured in the 1950s. I was born in 1955 and can't remember anything until 1960, but that's typical. Most people don't remember much from their early childhood. The latest revelation about the CIA spiking French bread with LSD in the 1950s is here: www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/france/7415082/French-bread-spiked-with-LSD-in-CIA-experiment.html

Since my father was in Air Force intelligence and worked on the atom bomb project, it's possible that I was "volunteered" for a CIA project or some other intelligence project. Children whose fathers served in the military are commonly used for that sort of thing. All I know is, strange things started happening to me when I was a kid, and things got increasingly more bizarre as time went on.

It took me a long time to realize that many of the most painful experiences in my life were not just the usual bad breaks from the school of hard knocks. In many cases, they were covert operations involving members of my own family and people I thought were my friends.

I had a lot of incidents like that involving my father. One time I climbed a tree and was watching him play tennis when I fell out of the tree and injured my leg. Instead of comforting me, he ran over and started yelling at me.

My father did not show me much affection when I was a child, and he hardly ever praised me, even though I was a good student and a good athlete. I won the Little League batting title when I was a kid, but he hardly ever came to watch me play.

Contrast that with my approach as a father. Not only did I go to virtually all my son's games, I coached his team when he was 9 and 10. I wouldn't have missed it!

Another time my brother and I helped my dad paint the garage. Afterwards, he told us to clean up the brushes, not bothering to explain that we had to use turpentine because it was oil-based paint. Well, since this was our first experience with paint, we didn't have a clue what we were doing, and as you can imagine, we made an awful mess trying to clean those brushes with water.

So can you guess what our dad's reaction to the fiasco was? He yelled at us! Not only that, he made us sit on a stump in the hot sun and think about what we had done. Does that strike you as a rational response to the situation?

I don't think so. Matter of fact, I think it's so irrational as to be ridiculous and even suspicious. Bad parenting is one thing, but this was really off the charts in terms of being cruel.

When I was in junior high school, I had lots of friends and girlfriends, I was on the basketball and football teams, and life was good for the most part. But I also had bullies picking on me for no good reason whatsoever.

At first, I thought they were just jealous because I was more popular or better-looking than they were. But the truth is, I never understood why I was singled out for abuse. For one thing, I was a genuinely nice kid. I didn't make fun of others kids or brag about how great I was or do anything to antagonize anybody.

Despite the fact that I was just minding my own business, however, this kid I barely knew beat the crap out of me at school one day as my so-called "friend" just stood there and watched. This kid was a lot bigger than me and a whole sight meaner, too. It wasn't a fair fight.

Another time I was just walking down the hallway, minding my own business, when this gigantic kid walked up to me and pushed me so hard that all my books went flying. Another thing that was odd about this was that one of my girlfriends just happened to be standing there watching the whole thing unfold. That was pretty humiliating, but I didn't feel like getting my ass kicked again, so I just shut my mouth, picked up my books and walked away.

Sometimes the abuse would just be emotional. I had a girlfriend in eighth grade who I liked a lot. She wasn't the prettiest girl in the school, but she was nice and fun, and we had good times when we were together. There was another girl I really had a crush on, but one of my friends was going steady with her, so I considered it a lost cause. Even if I had been able to steal her away from him, I wouldn't have felt right about it, because we were friends.

So one day, my friend proposed that we swap girlfriends. I said sure, because I always had a crush on her anyway.

Well, the four of us were walking down the street holding hands at the time, so all the sudden we switched girls and I had my dream date. The problem was, my dream girl starting pissing me off in various ways, and pretty soon I wanted my old girlfriend back. But things were never the same with her after that, either. The whole experience left me feeling confused and upset.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Foreshadowing

Ever since I realized that I had been placed under illegal surveillance by the government -- possibly for my entire adult life -- it has become apparent to me that there has been some foreshadowing going on in my life.

Several incidents involving my ex-wife come to mind. Sometime around 2000 or so, she started calling me and begging me to help her deal with her ex-boyfriend, who she said was stalking her. Sometimes she would be hysterical as she described how he was following her around, telephoning her and harassing her in an effort to persuade her to start seeing him again. He even rented a house down the street from her to facilitate the stalking.

These are all things that I have to deal with now. A gang of psychopaths hired by some government intelligence agency has been stalking me everywhere I go, and the neighborhood where I live is infested with them. Many of them have purchased houses in the neighborhood to facilitate the stalking, harassment and illegal surveillance activities.

I think my ex-wife knew that I was going to be targeted, so she was conditioning me to the type of activities I was going to have to deal with.

There are other instances of her having foreknowledge of events involving the intelligence agencies that confirm my suspicion that she is some type of government agent or informant.
The Sept. 11 attacks are a case in point.

The week before the attacks, she called me up and asked me to come over for my son's cross country meet the following Tuesday, Sept. 11. I got the night off work and drove over to South Bend, but the meet was canceled. So, I spent the afternoon hanging out at my ex-wife's home with her, my son and my daughter.

I think my ex-wife wanted me to be there so she could see how I reacted to the attacks. Naturally, I was suspicious from the start, because I realized something like that could never have been allowed to happen with the cooperation of the FBI and the CIA. Also, I pointed out that the buildings were imploded.

Not realizing that I was under surveillance and associating with government informants, I talked openly about my suspicisons. Later, I realized that my ex-wife must have had a tip from a government agent that something was going to happen that day.

The JFK Jr. assassination is another example. My uncle called and invited me to meet him at a motel in South Bend on the following Friday so we could spend some time drinking and catching up on things. The next morning, when we woke up and turned on the TV news, there was wall to wall coverage of the plane crash that killed JFK Jr., his wife and his sister-in-law.

Now, I realize my "uncle" has been acting as a government informant, too. He wanted to be there to see my reaction, so he could tell his handler whether or not I had figured out that the plane crash was not an accident.

One last incident that comes to mind involves a woman I met on the Internet around that same time. We had lunch together and did a few other things, then one day she asked me if I would accompany her on a trip to St. Ignatius High School in Chicago. She said she had some research to do there.

I didn't think anything of it at the time, but just recently I learned that the school is named after Ignatius Loyola, who founded the Jesuit Order of the Roman Catholic Church in the 16th century. According to Eric Jon Phelps in his book "Vatican Assassins," the Jesuits have been running the world into the ground ever since. He contends that they have been behind virtually every significant political assassination of modern history, including JFK, RFK, MLK and JFK Jr.
The Jesuits control all the intelligence agencies in the world through their vast network of secret societies, including the Knights of Columbus, the Knights of Malta and the Freemasons. They probably figured out I would learn this at some point in the future, so they hired this woman to spy on me and take me there as a way of foreshadowing and letting me know who was behind the campaign to destroy my life, my career, my relationships and my family.

You really gotta hand it to them. They're good at ruining someone's life.