3 days ago, I saw a piece of land that always had three buffalos grazing in the fields now completely bulldozed out so another huge, cement structure with little shops can be bulit. The area has the backdrop of the Big Buddha sitting on top of a hill. Another area that I used to love driving through, situated between two busy main roads through the Chalong area similarly was cut into mazes of "Smart" cement block housing units. The nature has been completely devestated and what had been a beautiful, pastoral grazing area is flattened and dead with cement coating.
Every available space is being cut into cement tourist and investor businesses (controlled by foreigners, owned by local Thais--or that is the demographic of ownership I had read of but perhaps laws have changed under the investor-controlled military junta now ruling Thailand, which is part military, part "government" intent on smothering "corruption". (intent on destroying competition from local formerly local-owned businesses).
As protests are illegal, considered an insult to the Monarcy under the draconian laws titled Lese Majeste, I can only assimilate this situation to the over 200 assassinations in Latin America this year--2020--of "Land Protectors" who were fighting against encroachment of pristine land resources and the destruction of native habitats for business and corporate interests.
Not only the devestation of human rights is at stake, but as usual, the deterioration of the ecosystem which is sounding alarms for entire ecosystem implosion.
Since so many "humanitarian" celebrities are reading, hacking into these posts: then do something about this issue as the Ozone layer and the atmosphere, global warming and human rights extend into Latin America. Look at the beautful environment in Columbia and imagine breathing in the wonderful fresh air, which invaders, murdering assassin terrorists which really are a component of this "stalking" terrorist organization, want to invest and slash and destroy and build cement for their celebrity lifestyle of the wealthy who can get away with every crime and go off laughing and feed off the energy of violence, glating in the security that no injustice they/YOU create will ever be reprimanded much less punished with criminal justice.
However, since you also care about the planet which you on one hand are using the media to promote yourselves as being anything compassionate in any sense of the word in public posturing photo-ops, you also have to deal wuth your own planet being destroyed as you can't isolate your wealthy communities from environmental collapse and must also breathe in acid rain and pollution and have to deal with global warming while at the same time you get free land in Thailand to build your nasty cement castles for your orgiastic revelries with your Thai slaves obeying and servicing you as you gloat in your absolute "entitlement".
The murderers in Columbia killing the Land Protectors are really another tentacle of YOU reading this and hacking in.
Try not to get dizzy when trying to understand the inverse relationship of your pretense of being compassionate and humanitarian and the utter global death mass murder destruction of the environment your antics using the tech to torture and steal ideas from me, and the situation in Bogota and Columbia which utilzes the exact same protocols of Military Fascist Nazi ownership that gives you the sense of "entitlement" to commit whatever crimes you can get away with under the silenced cloak of this terrorist "gang stalking" network, which also follows the same protocols as the murdering juntas whuch murder over 200 Land Protectors, indigenous natives of these countries who want to protect their habitats and their human rights. You strip everything of beauty, life and you reading this/hacking in are the destroyers of Columbia, the devestators of pristine lands causing global catastrophe.
As long as you contunue to use this system, you are a part of that murder and environmental genocide system.
Too bad I do not have the majorly exquisite amplifiers or speakers but...without nevertheless I like the sound. The title is more enticing so I add it here. All of these selections of weird-azz videos and the like are from one song, which I cannot find, from mixer J Boogie, whose song I heard in a long mix from one program.
This music is more what I take more seriously as music I take seriously without laughing (the other videos are fun, messages artistic amateur but well-done and more enjoyable than the glossy mainstream stuffy variety (personal opinion, if you don't like it, stop hacking or reading my posts)!!!!! (get the f-out in other words).
I cannot find a J Boogie album to download (4 free!$) on any torrent or YTube site, so I must resort to Bandcamp site and sound cloud. That means having to individually click on new pages every time I want to hear a different song in a collection. At least I can get some music. Still have to work out how to download some sound program to copy and paste all together into one single file I can then download. I am so technologically-challenged due to not having studied all this stuff how to download and combine individual files into one single mp3 file. Aw...............(__:
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This J Boogie dude is just one artist I discovered by randomly downloading an old, archived music show and hearing a song I like, which has lead me to discovering some video production company that probably is not this artist but has the same name? Boogie, anything with boogie is probably one of hundreds with the same reference or name or title on any search.
It's fun to discover people, art, creations that are not pounded into my brain from the mainstream sources that seem like a sand pit I can't get out of unless I accidentally discover these other sources. If it weren't for this last vestage of independent media (and WNYU has been taken over by the terrorist organization which is attacking me, puttting out their brainwashing songs on the newer shows, which are a drag a complete drag--all the vivacious raucous independent spirit has been taken over by these mainstream terrorist personalities because WNYU is my nearly one-and-only preferred music source of information. They have put terrorist type radio hosts on the show, with boring songs that are almost as awful as the media mainstream fodder they crank out. This is a horrid art crime.
This artist is fun, I am glad I discovered this. The radio program I described above came out from years ago, I think 2015. I have to go way back to early archives to try to get out of the trap music mind pit that these mainstream personalities have put all their unwelcomed mainstream/alternative music I really don't enjoy. It's the co-opting of the media at the alternative level, a completely usual circumstance and the demise of independent thought and art.
Hacking/mind objuscation report: upon leaving this position in front of the laptop, and out of immediate range, I "remembered" so many things I had wanted to write. My brain is blocked/locked into a stagnant position where I can only write a few sentences and I am completely blank for any ideas. Once leaving the sitting positionw here undoubedly, the technology is blasting my brain into a numbed blank state, I recall things I wanted to write and then, once back in this seat, I can't get anything else out.
My thoughts appear jumbled, along with the hacking and rewriting of the hackerz. Alas.
I always feel compelled to write this at the end of my posts because of the gross discrediting aspect I strive to defend myself against.
I could write lengthy ideas about these videos and my brain is simply blank and void, my thoughts come out as weird stream-of-consciousness sort of "poetry" and I am unable to glue sentences together and the hackers then make more of a mess once I post.
The hackers also once again altered the template of this blog so it doesn't functon normallly.
This one has a resonant suicidal theme/sacrifice/MK ULTRA visual symbolism.
CASP3RTHEDOPESTGHOST- Baby Demons (Dir. By Jboogie Visuals)
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I too LUV KFC!!!! jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj This song a glorification of the fat chicken out shopping for chips and chaffed thighs! This could be any Publix in Florida in any smaller town in the central redneckk zone, near the swamps and aligators recreational parkz.
This post-traumatic ganga disorder proud non-celebrity is unabashed at his oddball balling celluloid celebrity status. Do not confuse this with any major motion picture soundtrack. It was put here with no reference to that other flick but I just realized it could be construed in that light. Nope. No Dopey references to what is taken so seriously like spiked LSD soda POP culture.
No embarassment, no shame at his weird style and performance bunny without batteries spiriling dance tripin' tricks.
WINS!!! he wins todays best weird video and mental deranged award clip. He sings about fashion designer clothing, but is wearing Salvation Army deluxe in the video! Fashion is a major theme in brainwashing and mind control dope conditioning.
He's so funnie.
He is wearing a very unhip non-fashion designer baseball hat with MOM in bold letters on top. Who could ever be so honest in public with fashion statements like this?
What do men want? (reference Freud concernung what crazy women want)>
The film Bangkok Dangerous from the Pang Brothers is so "Thai" that I assumed the Pang Brothers, even with a Chinese name, were from Thailand.
Surprised to hear that they are from Hong Kong.
The film does capture Thai essence and it feels like my years of experience in this culture--outside of experiencing criminals from the terrorist organizations (aka "gang stalking" groups sponsored by Western Nazi Imperialists). In this film it's as if my outsider experience is confirmed that I perhaps understand the subtle naunces of the culture; confirmed in some sense that the Thai culture is represented. I think the reality is that I can associate with another foreigner's impressions.
The photography of Bangkok Dangerous is life moments of agony and bizarro emotions emerging within a fraction of a second; filmed in the frozen moments of emotions which is how one must "read" the signs and signals of the Thai people I have encountered. I have encountered Thai people as long as the Pang Brothers claim they have lived in Thailand. There is also much missing in the dialogue. There is the gangster genre and violence, not alien to the Hong Kong industry. The Thai people I know express emotions in these very almost unnoticable ways. You have to be in the culture to understand the various looks, glances, silences and the situation erupts abruptly into nearly violent shouting if that barrier between silent insinuation and losing all control--suddenly, violent if pushed ot these limits. Otherwise appearing as if there is nothing but a calm surface with a few ripples. If you live in the culture long enough, you understand which direction the ripples in their facial gestures are going and where they eddy or go nowhere. From first impression, it feels like there is almost no personality or emotion except smiling for tourism and blank expressionism. So unlike the very loud Westerners who make it a piont to talk and gesture wildly in animated inflection.
Their dicrditing tactic: do not let them dissuade you from working out what I am struggling to convey. My blog has been turned into a mess by the hackers. They have made permanent alterations to the first page you open. They are deleting parts of sentences, changing grammatical tense from past to future to present tense all within one sentence. Etc etc
i am too tired and sick from the technology blasting my brain to do anymore. This is like typing while dizzy and sick--all from the tech. I felt okay after all the attacks aall day, but nothing compares to how I feel when this tech is aimed into me and I remain fixated and unable to move due to the tech.
Rationale for this parrticular video below in the density of the last few paragraphs. I put it on top because I want this to be foremost. This is the essence of the betrayal situation. The clip leaves out the friendly interchange between the commanders and the assassins prior to "order 66". This type of deadly turn-around on the brink of one single order is the absolute reality of how "gang stalking" terror operations are executed. Prior to real EXECUTION of the target.
I looked at my last few posts and saw in the titles typos, that sentences had been hacked and partially deleted so they made no sense. The concepts I wrote were rewritten, partially deleted, grammar erased...etc
I am currently under great attack affecting my brain and ability to concentrate. It feels like I am sick and dizzy as the technology is blasting my brain, making me literally too dizzy to think or even see clearly. These symptoms began almost immediately upon re-entering this room where all the technology is being aimed into me from all sides all floors above and below and on either side of this room.
I was verbally viciously attacked today at Central shopping mall and I was made certain that my brain is being literally wiped and swiped blank while under attack. I am so ill from the effect of the tech I can barely get anything out writing here. I was overcharged for two items, but the receipt was so sloppy in it's calculations that I could only pick out one of the mistakes. I went to the terrorist (aka "stalking" agent) sitting behind the service desk at the back of the store. The story of how this situationw as constructed, as it was a plot there is zero doubt--(it was two items placed/taped together, two for the price of one. The front item had one price and for years I have bought these items (buy one, get two) and the price listed on the top of the package is the price. This time, today the broadly grinning Thai terrorist agent swiped the scanner to the item on the back of the double-taped item. Only after I had paid could I try to count the sum, since I am usually over-charged every time I go to this "world class" store. In fact, I was over-charged all day, but my brain is under so much attack it is literally impossible for me to internally count sums (right now the hacking is making me have to backspace and rewrite/correct continuously due to inserts and blocks of keys). With a huge glowing hate grin, they put some item more expensive on the back of the double-sealed object, thus charging me the price not listed on the front. When I could pick this out on the tiny (the receipts are always so tiny, with faded items (all a construct that the shop creates for these situations) it is barely legible. This is a "famous" shopping mall that is supposed to be "world class".
The real attack came when I pointed out that, uncharacteristically, I was charged a higher price than the price listed on the package. The mind control began to blast into my brain: the terrorist agent began almost shouting at me with hate, such an ugly voice, while a white Euro-p male stood nearby observing but with intention, a black energy surrounding him, appearing to be looking at something else but carefully listening in and watching this Thai terrorist agent as she began almost yelling at me that the real price was listed on back. This was all planned before I arrived at the store, of course. I blanked out, I could not think to tell her to stop talking/shouting at me. I stood transfixed and blanked out by the tech. It was only after I walked out of the shop and a short distance away that I began to think and realized what had happened. I decided I did not like being maniluted and also--I just "forgot" to write this, but when I first showed this terrorist Thai agent the item and she began yelling at me that the real price was not the price listed on the package, but hidden behind the object and the bar code also would "ring up" the price, but it was not listed. I stool blank as she repeated the same thing three times while I stood silently unable to think of anything to say, while she kept repeatiing this and yelling at me in a harsh, ugly tone that was sinister. Stalker terrorists surrounded me. I had handed her my receipt and my brain was so blanked out that I could not remember if she had handed me the receipt back or not. She told me that she had handed it to me, and I was so blanked out I could not remember if she had or not. She walked around and began staring into my huge, filled shopping cart. I am too tired of backspacing to go into how exhausted physically I am from this 10 year healing process---as muscle and tissue literally rip out of my body while the poisons finally detox after much exertion and sickness and paralysis and only cleaning perpetually day and night and day after day from the stinking mess they put into my room
but./...the mess is now transferred onto this blog. I read parts of the blog just now and entire paragraphs have been rewritten. It is unreadable in parts. fragments of sentences have simply been deleted after I have posted the blog, looked a bit to see if the blog looks okay, and after I close teh browser and get offline, the hackers rearrange sentences and etc
but back to this shop situation: I had to walk away from the store in order to regain my wits. I dediced I would return the item because I did not want to play into passive target role and "accept" their rip-off attack scheme.
I always, always, without fail, but always place my receipts into my change wallet, every single time I buy anything so I always have a record of what I bought. I have to leave any chance of authority attacking me and so I always have proof of purchase that I carry in one exact spot, which I never, ever fail to complete. This is a 100% fact. As I walked away, not able to "remember" if she had just handed me the receipt back or not, I told her that she never returned it. She walked around and said with negativity that she had. I walked out of the store, decided to return the item without the receipt because I had just within the last 5 minutes bought this pair of items, taped together (it was two loaves of bread). I told her that I didn't want to buy this product at the higher price, and she began really began yelling at me that I had to show her the receipt. I told her that she didn't return it but I looked through everything and it was nowhere. She began demanding and yelling at me to show her the receipt. I then got into a very characteristic circular back-and-forth with this terrorist agent who had been coached and instructed and trained in this kind of interrogation attack while my brain is rendered something like cognitive jelly. I began arguing with this waste-of-time agent, until I realized what was happening. I then told her that I had my "customer" card and she could ring that up and I wanted my money back. I really wanted the item but I wanted to not play into their scam more than i wanted the bread. As I opened my change purse, where I carry change and also my customer card for this store (Tops supermarket) I also put my receipts in this little purse, which is a smaller purse placed into a large zip-purse witth the paper money, which I carry in a small little actual purse for just shopping purposes. I have huge almost laundry sized bags in which I have to place my backpack and huge amounts of groceries because first, the terrorist smear and put ink, stains and grease spots on my pink backpack every time I turn around. I can't dare wear that backpack arouund any public area, even while driving. I have to put it and all grocerries in this huge laundry bag (but an "artistic bag" so it's not so horrible looking). Of course, no one else anywhere has a surrounding of bags as they walk in these stores. I have to carry everything so...I have a small hand-held purse with the change and receipts inserted into the zip-up money purse which I put into this hand purse (with little handles on it--a kind of feminine type purse. That is for the effect of trying to appear like a consumer who isn't on a laundry shopping and whatever else it looks like jaunt).
I am now on a huge, mind control digression. She told me to show her the receipt I pulled out from the other Tops on the other side of the street, which I walk to from the parking garage across the street (there are two Tops markets in two malls that are separated by an overpass walkway. I always go to both because there are various items that one store has that the other doesn't and vice-versa).
I am so "high" right now that I can't think or write any longer--"high" from the technology just blasting my brain. I feel the effect bombard me as I sit in this torture room, which I can't get out of most of the time due to the manipulation of my body by the terrorists who break into my at night while I"m unconscious and cannot stop them or defend myself.
I want to add, that the hackers have completely altered most of this blog and forced an ugly and hideous misrepresentation of what I have tried to create, which is inalterably fixed on the front page when you open this blog. Posts are so messed-up from hackers deleting parts of sentences and rewriting that it's unbearably incoherent.
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Back to the receipt and the agent and this seemingly trivial situation, but it really is not. Situations like these are a prelude for genocide and terrorist attacks (in general, for me there is no question about motives and intentions). People maybe undermine such situations so I must emphasize that this is a murder and torture organization and the actions are intentionally aimed at slow murder and destruction of the target. This is not 'harassment' as all of the "gang stalking sites call these types of attacks.
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She began to yell at me, walking from behind her counter (not 'her" counter, she does not work there, she is paid to dress as an employee, or maybe she is an employee but a trained attackers hired for this situation. As I have no proof of this except for YEARS of people donning the work uniforms and attacking me from behind counters while a group of the people who had served me the time before, standing staring mute and vacant and doing nothing, fearful of being fired---always for years--here in Thailand the people being put on "break" who mill about in groups as the terrorists begin their operations against me (sometimes when I walk into a store there is one person behind the counter, and by the time I get whatever item I want the person I just saw has disappered and two or three people are in the former employees place, literally within a 5 minute search in even tiny convenience stores this happens).
She was yelling, I got caught up in this negatived cycle of raising my voice and repeating, like in an interrogation, the same thing as she began repeating the same thing and accusation that she had given me the receipt that she had given me the receipt, shouting loudly and "where is the receipt give me the receipt I gave you the receipt" and me, "no you didn't no I don't have it" and she repeating the same thing until finally I realized, only for a brief second, that it was a construct. I am not even able to realize what is happening, my brain is blanked out that from years of writing about these attacks, the technology blanks my brain into such a numb, incomprehensible state, that I am unable to realize that I am under attack while it is happening.
At a complete loss of words, I begin, under duress, (yelling, negativity, stress) to say things that never were created in my mind (all inserted through this kind of 'back door" mechanism of first producing a "trauma" event, then when the emotions leave this opening for the subliminals, as the balance becomes shaken in the target, the insertion begins. The microchips are revved up, and I say and do things that I would NEVER DO if not under the cloak of this electronic technoterror technology.
I had to finally fight just to get a little bit of money back. For me it was the principle, and to not "accept" the injustice. I had first decided that I was going to let it go. that was the third time today that I was overcharged by a small amount. I am at the level of being forced into financial straits that even the small amount of money the terrorists overcharged me could really buy me valuable things in other stores that are of good quality that I really need. I thought of what I could use the money they overcharged me for and decided that I was not going to let it go. Thus began a group of 6 hostile terrorist agents surrounding me along with this nasty and yelling women. I began to describe to the group that this agent was repeating the same things and I answered her question initially. She asked me to see the receipt from the other Tops market across the street, as i pulled it out of the change purse to try to see if the receipt, which I had already checked for, was there but I maybe had missed it (because she was yelling at me to give her the receipt which she had stolen from me when I first came to her to ask why I was overcharge, handing her the receipt which she took. Knowing I would be blankked out, she told me that she had returned it when she had stolen it. I was blank and could not remember.
the other receipt--from the other store. I told her that this was not the right receipt, calmly in a quiet tone, Reasonable. she told me she wanted to see it "anyway". I complied not understandin how malicious this person was (also I have seen her working there in the past and she has rung me up and been polite--no problems. The problem with these agents, in keeping with a kind of assassin protocol, is to befriend, even "love" the target until the time is announced that the killing moment has come. I put a video that actually really resembles how much these agents are at the beck and call of their "handlers" and will turn upon their "friends' , commanders, customers who are targets after first "helping" them with smiles and friendly overtures and often even more sinister is to their spouses, parents, children--etc. Look for the star wars video
I am TRULY GETTING LOST IN SPACE of mind conrrol here not able to write in any kind of linear fashion or coherency. I can't imagine how many typos and how much of this the hackers will delete afterwards to make it all more incoherent than possible.
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I told her once, quietly, that this was not the right receipt. She almost grabbed it out of my hand. I was trying to get this done without going into the dark zone of arguing with a worthless terrorist over almost nothing, but me knowing this was a matter of principle and for my sense of justice. She then, after I said quietly that this was from the other Tops Market across the street. She told me that this was not from the current store and then repeated that this is not the receipt and then asked me if I had the original receipt (after 8 times of goiing back and forth already after first quietly telling her I did not have it after she had STOLEN IT in the first place)
and finally I had to get into a very peaceful but firm zone as the Thai girls then all turned away because I knew that I was under mind control tech, that they wanted me to lose my cool so they could do drastic reactions which would jeapardize my abillity to go shopping there. I remained as calm as i could, but after I got them to refund me the overcharge, while the women were making ugly nose-swiping gestures and pulling up their pants--cop style, the same action that cops make when they pull up their pants when there is some kind of decision-making situation wherre they have to exert their authority--the same stalking/terrorist gesture is used towards me as well. This group operates everywhere on all levels and the symbols and terrorist scenarios they orchestrate and create are really the same.
and thus, while I wrote that this is a pre-genocidal situation, I refer this to the MICRO AND MACRO ascpet of a more global situation. When a stalker/terrorist pulls up their pants, cop-like in a store after an orchestrated attack scenario, and a cop pulls up his/her pants in the same fashion, but this time with a gun in a holster that they pull out and shoot the homeless or black male or "poor white trash" or whatever victim they want to execute in the streets; this is the same symbol the same behavior, more or less in this Micro/Macro situational trigger gesture that also alerts those who understand what these trigger and symbolic gestures mean, and they all react according to the training they have had for these situations. None of these situations are random or without a huge backdrop of this global protocol system, for which they are all indoctrinated into. One action of attack at Tops Supermarket in Phuket is the same as the murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis.
In this case, I drove home and walked into a room stinking from fungus, mold and my kitchen counters smeared with brown grease. This in itself is a slow form of murder in the shape of toxic shock to my system. These filthy and foul substances are sprayed every day whenever the terrorists get into my room--which is all night, every day all day, day after day, and every time they insert some mechincal arm into this room they spray something else with toxic stinking odors and fluids which I then breathe in. I must shut all windows and seal them (I mean sliding glass patio doors with no screens and I cannot afford to continuously pay for all to protect what they break and destroy, including my finances).
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The terrorists broke again into my room through the layers of paper/taped/glued/silicone plastered on every crack of all cabinets and drawers on the backing, metal hooks tied together so tightly nothing can budge them_ and the unlimlited, Federally-funded, CIA or whatever agencies are funding this--(my guess is that I am under the rubrik of Homeland Security--as a terrorist suspect or whatever black-ops funding title the terrorists are obtaining millions of dollars in funding to terrorize attack and brainwash, microchip, insert objects into my body/brain/etc et c poison me to death slowly, torture me to death, force a baby out of me, steal ideas for their use while blocking every single typing and creative fiction and all employment and ALL OPPORTUNITIES from me adn then claiming that my lack of money is due to being incompetent and stupid and etc
and.....
I was drugged, deformed for yet another day.
Thus, when the attack came, my body was in chemically induced into these states as well. The terrorists broke through the tiny space where the cabinet is warped and the doors don't shut fully to the back of the backing of the cabinet surface. There is a gap about 2 milimeters wide and I inserted a wedge--lines of wedges--of rubber matting doubled over. Every space that they could get through (which is almost all of the cabinets, on the tops as well as the bottoms of the doors which open outward--there are gaps where any mechanical arm can get through both the top of the doors and the bottoms, the doors are so uneven it is impossible to shut them against the wood backing).
On the tops of the cabinet doors I also put beads from cheap necklaces to see if the wedges were popped up at night. THEY ARE. The beads are on the floor in just one space. That could have been the opening the arms got through (and they opened the front door, and myh body and home was as usual made broken down, damaged, leading to slow deterioration and death)
and, the beads had been pushed up and were laying on the floor in the morning. However, the terrorists also use diversion so this may have not been the actual opening where they penetrated into the room.
I am so sick and dizzy from these attacks I can't finish. I know that this post, all posts I write will be completely altered and made incomprehensible by the hackers.
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What I "remember" after I got up and left this seat in front of this computer: the "hot spot" of electromagnetic or "mind control" attack as I fight to struggle to type and think under extreme mind control and hacking terrorism.
After I got my refund and I stilll had the purchase, I "forgot" after I got my money back that I had begun to walk away without the bread I had just bought and fought to get a refund for (they gave me the item at the lower price listed on the front of the item--as i tried to write above, the terrorist agent scanned the back of the two items taped together, which was a higher price that the object with the price sticker on front (this situation has never happened, and I have bought these same exact purchases for over 4 years and this has never once ever happened).
I was so blanked out that I could not "remember" that I was walking away without my purchase after paying and then fighting to get a refund after being attacked, yetlled at after the terrorist agent stole the original receipt. |\
I only got involved into this game, I "played" into it for less than one minute in the yelling and angry response domain. I realized what was happening in regard to having an ugly, angry tet-a-tet. I stopped it as quickly as I could, but I then reacted in a silly manner, not wanting to have an ugly argument that was a creation to discredit me in the middle of a store, with a throng of 8 people surrounding me, the terrorist "stalkers" walking up and surrounding me. I began to make jokes about this woman and giggled while gritting my teeth in this chagrin that I could not control my words or the blanking out of my memory. As I have written, the blankking is so bad that i can't realize that I am under attack but I understand this situation cmopletely and under the condfitions of mind control, it escapes me completely that I am under ongoing attack while it is happening.
IT IS VERY DANGEROUS.
VERY DANGEROUS.
Many of the European terrorists in the store were walking elated and gloating after this scenario took place--but only the first part of the attack situatioon when I was unable to realize what had happened, as i walked out of the store to collect my thoughts the first time. The second time, when I controlled myself to the point that I did not react in anger as they wanted, that I tried to resolve this situation but began giggling and laughing but in anger, trying to make the situation a farcical one instead of a hate anger arguing stupid situation. I have seen this happen with many people, especially on the East Coast. More specifically with targets who get discriminated against. There is a kind of "stock" reaction that disallows victimization but it entails arguing in public like a dolt.
That kind of response is then met with a kind of reciprocation of arguing and finally one person backs down, hissing. The resolution comes that the injustice that had first assaulted the target is in some way allayed. It's a very ugly lowering of the energy and peace of the environment and it looks sinister and it is, this kind of power confrontation. I did become sort of hateful-jolly and began insulting this woman in an insulting kind of way, instead of arguing or yelling. The throng of people turned away when I began to laugh but i could feel my body contorting in the ugliness of the situation. My body is already contorted into a misshape by the ugliness of this group poisoning me.
After finally getting out of that environment, I returned to this place--here and now--where I am under such horrid technological influence I can barely think or move. I felt energized but when I landed back in this room--I understand why I have spent nearly 10 years of fighting to detox and heal and not being able to do anything. They are paralyzing me every day and poisoning me into paralysis every day, putting jmy spine and hips out of place and drugging me every singl eday.
My only defenses are mear strips of rubber inserted into the gaps of these doors, where the interiors are glued with huge stickers on all corners, then smeared with silicone which is broken through by their solvents--(there is one space under the kitchen sink where the nearly one-milimeter wood paneling has been smeared witih some stinking substance which of course stinks, but the "wood" is so pliable and nearly soaking wet, all the time and so maleable--they are inserting the mechanical arms through the very flatulent edges under the sink, which they keep wet all the time---and stinking--and I have taped, pounded nails into the tape--but I cannot stop them from inserting holes into this plastic covering this area behind the panel at the back which has metal hooks, sheets of contact paper taped over completely to the edtges of the cabinets at the front opening doors--with silicone inserted into the cracks and hooks tying all corners, the midsections--and still t here are holes in the plastic sheet from the other side of the wall which is barely there any longer from all this damage to this one piece of cheap, flimsy almost 2 mm-thick separation from the room next door. I have taped all and there were no holes, but the next day, the holes are back (and I have not left the room, they are opening from the other side, and I check this before I go to sleep)
and I am so dizzy I can't go on. I think that is all that has been artifically forced into my foretting....
this is so bad, the situation is so bad with the technology.
I know that the terrorist organizatiion, the members that i see both herre in Phuket, there in your part of the world (all parts of the world) are filled with people really dancing in joy that this is happening to me and they presume it is not happening to themselves--nor do they care!! They are happy and floating in a kind of bliss of sadism that this is going on and I have no protection or defense except for what I can buy at the dollar store, alone always, always undefended.
They are never, ever concerned about this situation penetrating into their own lives. They are --YOU ARE---all so safe and comfortable, all is provided to you.
I also know that whatever I can barely type out and not be able to correct or what I am able to correct is continuously being scritinized for what can be stolen for someone else's media content put into their name--stolen--intellectual property theft--this blog is copyrighted. there are no viewers, I have tried and tried.
the first page you open when you get this blog is a series of posts regarding the songs of musicians whom I do not endorse and these are almost permanently displalyed and I can't get rid of them. The blog itself is hidden behind a "home" sign and then when I open the "blog" after scrolling through what the terrorist orgazation has forced upon the first page (regarding people who have attackeed me, musicians in this case, who I have zero support for endorsing them in any way. Not in this insidious sick contract to say the least about them. There is actually nothing to say about them. They want me to notice them and when I react they then have "permission" to attack me all the way from the prostitutes of Phuket to the US highest levels of everything--the gamut of permission and cascading attacks and triggers and methodology--I do not want to endorse them but I reacted yesterday and perhaps this most ugly situation was due to one of them who wants more 'fame" has ordered these current attacks.
This type of attack was a more nasty one and I was unprepared for it. The staff is usually polite in this store. This woman is usuall polite in this store. Upon order, they will murder they will attack. They willl MARRY the target and then murder them once the order is given.
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I almost "forgot" to put this video in, which really is good at demonstrating this type of assassin mentality that is so inegral to the terrorist training and protocols and what really turns them on about this organization. So many people have thus been MURDERED OR DESTROYED in this type of covert fashion.
Watch how the soldiers in this Star Wars scene turn immediately upon their former commanders. (They are "clones' but the terrorist stalkers are zombies who really are mindless clones as well, obey under command but the difference between them and this movie is that the clones are supposedly non-emotional about it, while the human beings are EVIL sick vile, whatever you want to call it. Insidious, ugly, sick, stupid, absolutely dying to murder and are thrilled with torturing, poisoning, and turning upon the target after "loving' them as even spouses, parents. This is their strategy. It is global. It is a panedmic. It is stealth it is silent. It IS REAL.
This scene in the Star Wars clone movie is the only depcition of this that stands out in my mind about this very pervasive but silent and silenced situation. Upon command, this is really how quickly people will turn against a target.
The terrorist agent in the store today has been friendly towards me for months prior to this situation today. I was absolutely unprepared, and the blanketing of my brain made me UNABLE TO FATHOM WHAT WAS GOING ON OR HOW TO REACT. i just remain silent and could not defend myself until I had time to get away from the blasting of the tech.
People reading this are so smug that it never happens to them, and if so, so what? Nothing can harm you readers nothing you do to me will ever come full circle back to you, will it?
hackers have completely altered most of this blog and forced an ugly and hideous misrepresentation of what I have tried to create, which is inalterably fixed on the front page when you open this blog. Posts are so messed-up from hackers deleting parts of sentences and rewriting that it's unbearably incoherent.
EVEN THIS POST title has been hacked.
While I write, most of the time except for when I can't type any longer because i believe the tech attacks may be aimed into my brain through my eyes. When I close my eyes i make less heistations and I can write much better. However, the hackers rearrange as I type!
the tiel however was something I wrote looking as I typed. I t was written gramattically well. Now it is in diaarray and makes little sense. i am going to leave it as is, and you reader can see how rearranged it is, and understand that whhen I wrote it the grammar made sense, it was not a jubmled seemingly chaotic fragment of thought.
I am sad for this woman who I do not know, but her movie HUSH HUSH SWEET CHARLOTTE was a recent view and I so admired her shift in personality in the sociopathic realm of exploitation. Always a drag queen icon, Bette Davis plays alongside the dual personality of Ms. Havilland (a drag queen iconic performance). Ms. de Havilland was portrayed as being nice, soft, swawnk, classy--but how she got to that position....here it is, undisguised and it's so hissing and hot and nasty but ferocious, unlike her public demeanor!
How some men love to be b*word queens! When it comes to telling women to shut the f-up they can drag out the play into a comedy.C'mon girl, SHUT THE F-UP! A male fantasy entertainment.
I refer to the posts I write the most recent. What only appears, as I describe briefly below, concern people whose art I do not really care about that much but wrote because their songs or personalities were hints of this most pernicious and insidious organization and their methods of mind control, programming, torture or therein. These have been permanently forced onto the first page that appears when my blog is clicked on. You have to scroll down to discover, if you can, a tiny link with the word "home" that is not part of the template, cannot be altered, and I cannot alter any of this. All has been so these slime con "artists" can get promotion for me writing about them in this context. They are scum and I do not endorse any of these who I write of. Some of their songs and music and movies are well-done, but considering what I have been exposed to in the teleportation torture skits these famous celebrities perform for their endorsements, I cannot suport or admire any of them unless I do a full vetting of them in an interpersonal context. Since ALL of them do their utmost at torturing me, within gthe parameters of what they are "allowed" to get away with, I only know that whosoever blocks my template and forces their nasty videos on the first page are rotten and nasty on a personal level. That is the main personality characteristic of the people in this terrorist global organization. What beautiful plastic surgery the actors obtain to conceal their real identities. What fanttastic coaching and posturing they learn in the studios that create these false personalities.
I am fighting to resolve why I cannot alter the first page that appears when you first click on this blog. There should only be the hierarchical blog posts starting from last, displayed under the main title of this blog (Vignettes...). What appears is this post about Santana, which I wrote in an internet cafe while under drugging, nearly hit-by-cars continuously previous to arriving at the cafe, dizzy from mind control post. That is the first that apepars, written in November, 2019 when I was first beginning this blog. I could only wriite once or twice a month, and the post that first appears was an experiment/excercise in first trying out the blog, any blog this is my first.
It is now only displayed along with another post I wrote a few months ago--both posts are about musicians who are part of the terrorist operation, as most of the mainstream (all of them probably) "artists" are necessarily, if they want any exposure at all, part of this system. The con artists then obtain promotions for me posting videos or writing about them, as they gather with the always-expanding group of performing terrorists in the media who sit in row-after-row while one after the next teleports me as this "experiment".
I have tried to delete these posts, I have tried to alter the front page. There is absolutely NO WAY TO DO THIS. When I get into the "layout" sections, the "customize" and any option available for reformatting the blog, what should appear does, but after I "save" the changes, the hackers simply reinsert all their hacking algorithms and the messy first page, where there is a tiny link called "home" in order to access what I am writing, you must then click onto another page (which is not in any of the formatting sections and I have gone through all four times just today to make sure there is no way to change anything about this part of the first appearance anyone, if anyone at random, has access to this blog. That, of course, is impossible as my site reaches no one but the inner circles of this organization. No public access is available. Nevertheless, what does appear is a total mess and there is no way for me to change this so my most recent posts appear immediately on the first view when you click on my site. Posts about artists I do not endorse, but wrote of for various reasons, regarding the mind control but NOT ENDORSING THESE TERRORIST CON "ARTISTS" IN ANY FORM. They force the insertion of these posts with their names or song displayed with videos because THEY GET PROMOTED.
*in case you don't know, this is a photo of Dr. Sigmund Freud **
The hackers have blocked the functioning of this site. That is the most concise statement I can make at this time. One post appeared twice in the feed. The links won't operate. Of course the hackers are forcing letters to double when I press the key once. My fingers can't move to areas I want to press, my hand remains frozen in front of the keyboard my fingers won't move to where I want to press. My brain is under so much alteration.
I am tryinto re-arrange this FREE blog. this is my first attempt. I know that my blog is nevertheless not visible on the larger web. It should be published but nothing is happening. In the course of altering this template the hackers froze the laptop and crashed the pages (100% hacking, not an internet situation).
I glimpsed much of the hate and vitriol I have expressed. Please, reader, whoever is sane and decent reading this (for the most part, the negates the most of you reading this who are hacking and obscuring my brain and laptop functioning and/or hacking as part of this terrorist situation organization.
I write in a situation of 24/7 torture and attack that has gone on and on, every single day, for years and years. I am repeatedly drugged--DAILY not just repeatedly. My home is violated every single day by these mechanical arms that are inserted through the panels of this tiny studio where there are really no walls but instead panels that open from the other side. one side of the room is lined with cupboards that line the walls and are hollowed into the space where there should be a wall. I can hear the people talking on the other side. They remain very quiet for the most part. The material is very thin and I can hear a hollow noise and the center of each panel, most of them (there are over 30 in this room which is extremely tiny) all is soft enough to indent lightly if I press with only a little bit of effort.
I am under torture conditions and drugging and the technology blocks parts of my brain and allows subliminals to pass through whatever filters I really should have, also my immune system and nervous system are continuously under lethal attack as I am also poisoned and have been fighting for my life, alone, for years. They took my only children, my cats (calling me some crazy cat lady like the stupid idiots that they are, these creeps teleporting and exploiting me).
I go into ranting rage, mostly from my BRAIN BEING MANIPULATED BY TECHNOLOGY. Every day I spent at least 30 percent of my entier day repairing, cleaining and spraying clothing, blankets and other items with bleach, cleaning anti-fungal sprays and essential oils to get the stinking odors offr all--I am forced to breathe it all in all night as I must seal the patio glass doors because of the mechanicaol arms entering my room from the patio ceiling, from the patio above entering through the huge opening of the patio, and the rooms next to mine and below are all inhabited by insidious parasites opearting for the disgusting people directing these attacks; who in turn are being instructed by billionaires so they can have more people to torture, rape and destroy steal intellectual property from and murder/rape and this is my daily exerience of non-stop torture so my writing REFLECTS THEIR insanity INSANITY ON THEIR PART NOT MINE.
In my "immature", HATE RANTING writing I am merely the reflection of their sick mentally ill torture schemata. But i want to say that this blog is being hacked and blocked from the template functioning correctly. The pages are supposed to appear and don't, and the gidgets are supposed to be deleted and there is a huge long line of these things. i have tried to block things that don't block. My every attempt at communication is fraught with me not being able to communicate with my brain/emotional state being put into some excessive upheaval and all writing is fraught with hacking blocks and typos that are a perpetual discrediting on the part of the stalkers. I get into hate and rage states and when I re-read what I have written I see it is obviously horrifically hyperbolic and ranting insanity at times. I repeat: this is the product of the subliminals and the torture and drugging which I fight to stop every single day. How nice it would be if anyone on the planet would support me so I am not alone fighting t his alone and if I could only get a real support system instead of more terrorists trying to sabotage me with false support. my brain is so manipulated while I write it's impoosible to finish my thoughts or ideas and get concepts out in a clear, concise and cognitive rationality. It is literally impossible my brain feels like I am on some centrifuge being spun around but I am focused enough to be able to barely type and seem like I am "normally" functioning but I am definitely not.
They were all intended to be light and happy. They were written in the shade of bright yellow but came out as blue-grey with tinges of sparkling attempts at hip hop rhyming in one post. As the hacking commenced and the brain alteration increased the negative mood zone and I was compressed further into a blank and zombified mind controlled state...
by the way, the hackers have completely altered the type of the blog print--it comes out as nearly unreadable because it fades into the background, and i have tried to change the color and functions won't operate when I try to alter so it's corrected.
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Yo Ho's! Presenting some Crooklyn Linguistics--- semiotic seminal seminalistics.
The title made me chuckle, like your mom's brass chastity belt buckle
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The very best of all-time Bond song theme singer--
Live & Let Die=#2 best bond theme song
I am just in one of those post-rap hip hop listening mode moods.
l.and that all brings me to my favorite video by Guns n Roses
moving from gritty crooklyn to foggy sin(town)
Love lies bleeding in the fissures of the broken dream citadel of Los Diablos Angeles
lost love, paradise lost
November Rain smoke haze distorting the skyline of the media Babylon where love becomes a blurry song about lost Love divoreced out of a marriage funeral steeple, performing for wayward lost tribes of sheeple.
Change of mind: Goldfinger sung by Eartha Kitt ties in first place with Live & Let Die (McCartney)
t has taken me over 5 minutes to attempt to copy and paste a few videos (below on successive posts today). Hackerz block every single download onto Facebook, I must delete and highlight and repeat until finally I can get a download. It takes at least 5 attempts to post a video thusly due to hacking.
Etc etc, all the other attacks I have writen of for years. But I wanted to add this because I wonder if there ever will be a day when someone stops these endless intrusions upon my rights and my body and home. Wil the upcoming financial devastation bring a worsening of the tyrannical forces or will there be any kind of real alteration of the defunct system I am forced to have to see in all it's ugliness while the rest of the world is only beginning to publically acknowledge, and that is only the victims. The rest of you are as usual out playing and having a great time putting out your media stuff about how you are fighting against corruption and for all kinds of justice as you participate in this endless destruction of my life and home (by doing nothing, if you are not actively participating in these crimes against me--as they are still technically ILLEGAL). Just simply trying to type the above, now re-reading as it's fascinating to see how misspelling and grammar is inserted and how they alter things --the hackerz. The keys don't respond when I press down, I mustt pound down. I have to see the bright light in the room next to mine with it's nasty parasite waiting to isnert these mechanical arms into my home to destroy my fingers, hair, body, insert fungus into my food, drugs into my food, poison into my food, every single day on and on for years and years--my hair falling out from chemicals smeared into my scalp, my scalp stinking from stinking oils they smear ontoo my scalp. So drugged most of the time I cannot andle anything more than sitting in a near drugged stupor, they put my hips out of place every time they get in . My body is attacked in very nasty ways I won't detail exactly for the titillation fo the pig apes participating in this crime against me, which no government wil lacknowledge or police force or any citizen around the world.
There is so much more, so many more attacks I cannot begin to describe them with the keyboard inoperable, my brain crushed in a blanket of electromagnetic brain-altering techno operations. Creeps on all sides of me every moment. Dujmbed down whores reading my posts and obtaining chuckles and lagughs and fascination and sometimes, maybe, trying to stop the crimes in some way (but that appears doubtful).
Yeras of wrirting these same poists about crimes that are intended to murder me with the full planet participating in this and no one ever comign to stop this fuckign shit ever, goddamn you fucking pi apes reading this.
All you banal mediocrity banality of evil pig apes
As I fight to type this, which most of the readers laugh about, the room I am forced to be torturted in every single night while i sleep, disfigured by mechanical arms slid through the tiniest milimeter openings through panels that are hooked together at all corners (there are still more midsections I could try to hook together) the room STINKS OF FOUL moldy, musty odors that the parasites entering my room spray on all blankets, pillows, clothingg--every single time they get into my room, and if I leave the patio doors open at night, they insert these arms through the glass sliding doors which are wide open with no screens because i cannot endlessly purchase what this landlord refuses to install or put that is the minimal requirement of any room. I cannot afford to pay $100 for new wire screen doors due to the financial blocks ffrom the group (*you reading this and your associations. Endlessly cleaning bvut sick from detoxing for over 10 years now, my hands are distorted from daily endless cleaning stinking things iwth no washing machien for years, then one washing machine the parasites have broken. My hands ar ehuge and water-logged and nasty from ecmicals. and washing every day on and on huge piles of everything I own and sleep in and wear. Et c etc etc when will people ever stop these pig apes from doign this any longer?
Oh, the despicable pig apes you all adulate in Whorrewood and their filthy and evil, sick Nazi pig apes here in Phuket with their nasty parasitic brown minority minions----doing disgusting things and laughing like pig apes, trained by disgusting foul people just like you reading this who are not being paid to do these crimes--they are inserting objects under two fingernails every single night--for over 6 years now. My fingernail cuticles have receded and the nails arre dying and blackened. I have been fighting and fighting to stop these nightly intrusions while you all read my writing, see what ideas you can steal, mock and laugh about what i am writing and then your pigs in whorewood steal the concepts as I sit here in dire poverty fighting for my life.
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..and NOW, RIGHT NOW the destruction of your apathy is turning into a grim reality. The very people attacking me are very largely responsible for the current series of crises confronting the planet. yes, your dirty, nasty plastic-coated celebrity pig apes, rapist, whores, Nazis and their nasty minority minions cranking out poor black and brown discriminated against victim making millions while sucking up to the white pig apes. they helped put the wheels in motion, you had better believe this as a fact and not some theorizing on my endlessly ranting pages. I warned the black nazis out of whorewood that they are directly participating in bringing Nazism into power. \they only wanted their black children in Beverly Hills to be awarded top Nazi modeling positions in Paris for Fashion Week and for a few contracts to endorse chemical plastering makeup and clothing made in sweatshops in Banana Republics, and the makeup tested on dying animals caged in filthy laboratories. (or maybe they are "green" but conveniently tested in swampy locations in some other Banana Republic and then put into "green" packaging to appear Politically Correct, as these pigs who have participated in attacking me have helped to usher in the real destruction of the United States. All they have to do is lounge in luxury in Paris while America is burning and dying.
While all of you continue to do nothing--oh, you are protesting in the streets perhaps but only when the police are not near you---in a massive uprising that none of you pieces of shit could ever even contemplate as an action of your own accord. You had to wait for the poor people to spring up, and then in the safety of numbers you can march around in costumes and carry cardboard signs and get photo-ops out of it as being always concenred about human rights.
Meanwhile, I remain writing about my body being destroyed by these parasites operating for the pigs who are the Nazi element you all want to be controlled by, whether you belive you are or not.
And thus, you have allowed the pandemic and the economic destruction of America and have brought in waves of fascist Nazis WHO ARE INFILTRATING THE UNITED STATES, conduction surveillance and they know where the targets and vulnerabilities are, thanks you to stupid idiots reading my posts and never able to organize anything beyond your entertainment bullshit profiteering and I sit here writing for YEARS about torture and every crime being committed against me and not a single human being coming to my aid or defense in any tangible way.
I don't konw how many of you rotten whores are reading this but if you do actually care about anything beyond your easy protesting in public after people have been shot and gone through HELL tthat you have helped to bring about while you only participate when it's nice and safe for you to recede back into your entitlement after you pose and put out your endless crap
no organization to stop these crimes, which are bringing in the parasites who want Amaerica to be turned into a fascist Nazi colony controlled by Europig fascist Nazis and you are all allowing it to happen by DOING NOTHING about this situation.
Most of you reading this are Europigapes and laugh about this, want America destroyed. The rest are the greedy, dumb Americans who stare blankly at me as they use drugging and torture to force ideas I have studied or contempplated because you are stupid pieces of shit doing evewry srtupid sick thing to convince the pig nazi apes that youa re stupid enough to be puppets controlled by them as their take-over dumbed down marionettes doing NOTHING unless you can profit off the result of your media opportunity for promotion by pretending you care about "black people" by holding up signs in the streets as people are being shot by police and you go back to your nasty foul mansions. I continue to write about my home mad estinking, my body smeared with crap and my hair cut my fingers being destroyed, literally every day they are cutting blood flow. My toes have been broken, my vertebrae have been crushed my hips put out of place my skin smeared wiith deadly chjjemicals my body poisoned with hardening chemnicals my brain altered daily by drugging, my teeth nearly broken out and gum tissue cut out every day. Raped and fungus inserte dinto my vagina, my ears, my hair, and my food and on all furniture and clothing--for years.
Cleaning without end piles of clothing and endlessly having to throw away the tiny few items I can barely afford to purchase. All is broken in this shit studio I am forced to be tortrured in. all financial opportunities blocked online. Every job I have eve rhad has entailed the entire staff attacking me and all other forms of attack this group lvoes to inflict.
Never once in my life has anybody come to me with support, information or a warning except in such intangible ways that I had no idea what they were talking about.
And I write this because now the result is the United States is spiraling into a deadly Depression and that is how the Nazis have wanted it, to emulate the pre-National Socialist economy and conditions for fascism and a take-over of the country by these fascist forces that you fucking pig apes in whorewood have welecomed in with their "fashion" that they also stole froom their victims as you all steal from me.
wishing you pigs were finally ousted and people responsible and concerned about real justice for humanity instead of your facist entitlement system of completely crininality. The mafia rules the US President, the Nazi mafia controls Hollywhorewood. Pigs out of Italy have more control over the US President than the US President (s) have over themselves. Goddamn you stupid apes. When will there be any kind of real significant leadership in America with these pigs using all these technologies to destroy what is left of any kind of intelligent force in society that also can ACT upon their beliefs instead of follow or mostly DO NOTHING as long as you stupid pig apes are comfortable and don't care about the 25 million people who are about to become homeless next month.
Due to you helping these pigs to use this tech, this global situation has been in the works for yhears and years. I wrote of this endlessly and have been attacked--of course I did not know the details I only knew that Amerrica is a prime target. To have to be torrturd for fighting to stop the greedy, stupid apes in Whorewood as they participate in the infiltration by Nazis, as they still do and are still doing the same things while they can't have the intelligence to associate what they are doing with the terrorism that controls them and is wreaking chaos upon Ameirca--often predicitve programming put into their very Batman and other movies (and Joker, as fascinating as that movie is and the acting, there are much larger themes controlling even these actors probably as they are just Mephistos doing what they are told to perform).
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THIS HAS ALL TURNED INTO A HATE RANT, FIRST THE HACKING BEGAN AND BECAME perturbed, and then the mind control technology blasted into my brain along with hacking block of the keyboard and hack inserts forced a reaction (like a backdoor hacking situation, the mind control exerts it's influence when I become upset and lose my balance)
