A Preliminary Note To Potential, Employers:
Hi, welcome to my blog. I call these things pieces, and in some cases and for some subject matter (yes, that’s matter as a plural), this stuff can be quite offensive. Herein, I curse a bit. This is natural if you were to write the way that I, or such an one Hunter S. Thompson, would-do. And while I don’t think Doc Dot LOL was ever a legitimate target of the US Federal Government, I believe that I truly am. Now, this is not to steer you that way. Quite the opposite. In the event that things HAVE been said about me which are not true, let these posts AND MY ACTUAL BEHAVIORS guide you in your interpretation(s) of me. Yes, I am eccentric. Yes, I am weird. But do I deserve to be destroyed in the way(s) that I have been? No. Not at all. When “this all” started in 2021, I was just minding my business and trying to get a PhD in one of the harder things in life: Mathematics with a Concentration in Statistics, or Mathematical Stats, or Theoretical Statistics. As such, you can assume that I have not only been troubled but have also worked VERY HARD to get somewhere in life. And just as that nice wallpaper that used to hang in your grandmother’s house, I used to hang. Then, and all at once, I have not been able to leave my car out of sight for more than 6 months now. They have ruined all of my peace and for a large part, my ability to find and conduct work. And this is where you come in. as I say below, I am NOT a gamble. At the VA, I worked on great projects and provided the absolute best analyses I could at the time. Then, I spent a bunch of time teaching and running my very own statistical consulting firm, before I had all of that taken away from me, and as I will keep saying: FOR NOTHING. I have read that sometimes these programs capture, totally on accident, innocent people. Then, to justify budgets and continue all of the unjustified torture (and yes, it is torture), they start to make things up. In walks COINTELPRO. In walks MLK and John Lennon, no matter how much THEY deserved to be tortured the same. Now, they have streets and the best records of all time. Yeah, those guys. And while I AM a bit flattered at being in this group, I will say that I do not deserve to be here. At this point, and through many extreme acts of actual entrapment, I find myself having to shield REAL DIRT constantly. When they realized I had very few actual secrets to hide, all of which I have spoken publicly about here, on my website, in one form or another, they have set to ACTUAL DESTRUCTION. My car is constantly vandalized, always meant to look like an accident, but one that I can see. I am constantly put into fake situations meant to test what I’ll say or say yes, to. This is NOT policing. It’s Minority Report, starring that one tiny but rather good acting dude. OK, so he’s 5 foot 7 or so. But for the way he looks on your screen, he may as well be 50 foot 7. And this is how I feel, but the other way. I am actually 50 foot 7, in terms of abilities and skills and talents and knowledge. However, they have sought to ruin me down to a much lower height, to make me small where they cannot figure out how to be big. And this, has been my life lately.
Either way, let me get started. Let THAT be all you read if you have ANY concerns. Let me be the realest person you’ll ever meet, ever.
Now, seeing as I haven’t really been busking, I wonder truly what the hell this series is even about. At the core, I believe I am inadvertently creating an entirely antithetical series, one where I talk about literally everything but what I’m supposed to be talking about. And while doing this, I look like an absolute psycho. It’s not December, but I’m definitely in a balaclava. By the way, that guy and I might be the EXACT SAME AGE. How weird. When I found that out, I felt like that one guy I once complimented; a dude from New Zealand, working in Brevard, North Carolina. He was working the counter of an ice-cream shop, and I was buying ice-cream. Well, I noticed how similar his accent was to Brett and Jermaine of Flight of the Conchords. Then, I complimented him for being FROM New Zealand — not for being from Texas or Australia, though. I would never do THAT. Of course, he said something along the lines of “I had nothing to do with it.” Yeah, I guess I was just born. And even if you’re not a baby, you can still say this.
Now, busking.
You have some sense of what that is, based on part 1 of this very series, where I took 10 pages to define it. In part 2, you gained access to just how fucking stupid my life has been lately. To those entirely NOT PRIVY, those completely un-porto-potty, I have been chased around for at least half a decade, probably by the government, for absolutely no reason other than being weird. And I am not wrong in this. Either way, I’m here to write about that time between meeting THAT GIRL and NOW, which is to say like a period. Of like a month or so, maybe two weeks. Who the hell knows. I don’t. I’m just keeping up with a VERY ASYMMETRIC BATTLE. It is an ENTIRE government ,,, against just me. Why? because I am not generally part of ANY organization. I am a solo ranger, a POWER ranger. To those who know, they know me not as a dude wearing berets and attending secret basement meetings. They know me better as that dude who recently got abused, by, the way of my things, and many other bullshits, IN A BASEMENT. Yes, I moved in with a plant. A social con, a clinically stupid… Ah, forget it. I’m not here to rehash the old shit. I’m here to TRY and move forward.
And this, I can assure, is QUITE THE TASK.
A BATTLE
BETWEEN ONE MAN
AND A SEQUENCE OF GOLIATHS
perhaps the next bible will include this part.
PROBABLY _not_ .
As always, and either way, I’m here. I’ve been conned. And it sucks. I am NOT some unwitting victim, though. likened to an elder picking up the wrong phone call on the wrong day. I am a man too smart to remain calm. I was far too distracted to see it. And so it be. If I WERE calm, I may accidentally become president. you know, what, fuck it. I’ll be president. Just to spite these assholes.
DR RYAN MATTHEW THURMAN FOR PRESIDENT
LIKE GENESIS BUT FOR ACTUAL RIGHTS, BRO
ON THE FIRST DAY, EVERYONE’S LIFE BECOMES COOLER
then I lose all my age, like that Obama dude.
Really though, if that WILL make this go away, if only because I can then tell all these agencies to piss off, yeah, let’s do that. I’d RATHER do that than sit here and type like lighting while watching everything that COULD look like it’s moving. And a lot moves, man. But, yeah, make me president. It WILL be the largest amount of sweat pants in the oval office ever, granted. And not in some stupid ass idiocracy mode, but in SOME ACTUAL COOL perspective. ACTUALLY ACTUAL COOL. Deal with it. Deal with what? The fact that this will probably be minimally about busking. And to some of you, that’s alright. To others, you’ll probably go read some light v. dark junk elsewhere online. And I DON’T mean the Bible. That’s actually a GOOD BOOK. It is THE good book.
RELIGION
AS A SEQUENCE OF UNDEFINED MATHEMATICAL FUNCTIONS
or whatever they say
Now, as a pinwheel flails violently in the distance, I’ll move on.
So, in the past few weeks, I have experienced way too much. I was placed into an actual entrapment situation in which a group of “strangers” sought to make the innocuous look like something illegal. And for this, they suck major ass, and are probably led by MAJOR ASS. I don’t mean… Like I said, moving on. People read this stuff and so I shouldn’;t be too inflammatory. Though, I firmly believe that the global economy is on the heels of being totally TOAST, and, according not only to my own opinions, MAGA is melting. What comes next then? An extreme power grab, that’s what. I won’t say ‘y whom, merely that I can feel these things. Kind of like how I dream in bird sometimes and how I can kind of-use whistling as sonar in the forest. You think I’m nuts yet? Probably. But I’m not. I just know how to fly, by the seat of all pants, and all at once.
What the hell am I talking about???
BIRD CHIRPING ALONG THE TREES BEYOND
people I’ve never met pointing at me and recognizing me
ALL THE TIME
god is good
And this reminds me, before I actually start chatting up life’s details. My cop buddy is a great singer and musician, too. I didn’t know this until he sent me something beautiful. HE sees ME as the talented one and to this I say,,, I bet you challenge me bro. Let’s form a band. Cops and Roberts. My name IS NOT Robert, but Surely you understand. Sometimes., it doesn’t take much.
But,
Following that whole thing described in Part 2 of this series, without names and heavy likeness, if only to PROTECT MYSELF, I was virtually run out of Boone. Just like Longmont. And no I am not and WAS NOT stealing the city’s supply of fish or grain or whatever. I’m just being me, and THAT, as a consequence, is being listed likely into something like ::: Sentinel Messaging Portal. I don’t truly know this, but my life HAS sucked lately. Entirely, uncool. Yeah, but aft(er) that chick, I found myself busking with like 1 in 3 people looking directly into my car as though I’M THE MUTHA F WITH THE WEAPONS. I am NOT. I do have pens, that still write, and that DOES COUNT, but yeah, they have EMFs (which I think I snagged an actual picture of, dude) and things like Heavy-Duty Heavy-Ass Camo-Shorts and REALLY, REALLY SHORT MILITARY-GRADE BUZZ-CUTS. And I just cut my own BOB in a car. My car. No, I do not break into the cars of other(s) and cut my hair. But yeah, it’s all so Orwell. Orwell in that I am the peaceful one and they fear the Epstein Files, so yeah, they gotta dirt me, baby.
DIRT ME, BABY, ONE MORE TIME
That’s three pages now, and even I can’;t even tell what this is about. Maybe randomness? I AM about as random, and infinite, as the Cauchy Distribution. That too has no defined expectations/mean, JUST LIKE ME. And to think, THIS KIND OF STUFF is why I got a PhD in math, one of the hardest things a white dude can do. ANY WHITE DUDE.
INSERT WHITE DUDE
oops.
So, I went to school, got some of the most slightly above average education that Tampa can provide, and this is what I’m doing. Using distribution theory to describe something entirely else. Else, if. So, the day after that whole thing, I knew. She used too many negations. Because|Recall, if someone NOT AS BRIGHT AS YOU does something, they often don’t see how you could see through it. But, I have researched this stuff aggressively, call it INFORMATIONAL VIOLENCE??? Call it PEACE DURING WAR-TIME. And what I CAN see is when someone negates too many things too strongly. When they do that, it becomes SO obvious what they’re after. When they say things like IT’S NOT EVERYONE ELSE’S JOB TO MAKE YOU MISERABLE, especially when unprompted, like SUM useless AI SYSTEM, you get the sense of what’s actually at play. And this she did a lot. Maybe she actually likes me and actually wanted me to know? Either way, I know.
So, that following day, yeah, it was shit. I was depressed as hell. I had fallen for a fake, a fraud, someone who probably carries around a lock-pick kit.
DEAR, GHOST OF HEMINGWAY
WHO WAS ALSO FOLLOWED AROUND BY A SIMILAR PROGRAM
DIDN’T YOU SAY i SHOULD STOP WRITING WHEN i KNOW WHERE I’M GOING?
well, I have SOME clue now
STOPPED HERE.
Oh, BUT, before I stop for the day, let me say: of all the reporters I have reached out to about all of this, Sarah Fitzpatrick. THE SARAH FITZPATRICK, has actually read my messages. How cool. She seems pretty cool in general, pretty too. A beyond capable, maybe downright adroit journalistic figure. So yeah, I am having to do SO MUCH to keep up with this. If there WERE checks and balances, I wouldn’t be in this mess, the state itself wouldn’t be so deep, in the shitter.
STOPPED HERE. VITRIOL. NON-VIOLENT VITRIOL.
she hasn’t actually replied;
OK, so as I read what is above and begin here again, mostly from the new scratches of my brains, I cannot help but laugh at what I’ve been writing. I KNOW. I know this sounds so fucking nuts, but. But, it really is real. I knew it when Allan asked me about a sound recording that I had used to catch him | going through my sensitive things, namely an unlocked lock-box I had at the time. I could distinctly tell that SOMEONE was pilfering through the the stuff. And, when I showed him the file, he went on about how I was too smart to be listening to such things. he then asked me which file. Presumably, never|mind. Not presumably as the file subsequently went missing. So, yes, I know. And I also know, too, that it sounds a lot like the ramblings of a crazy person. I am, once again and almost always, not crazy. I have been targeted. And this has been my life for quite some time. I was able to deduce that THIS all began, in FORCE, under The Biden Administration. As such, I kind of listen to T-Rump a little more now when he “Scapes the B” for lack of EXISTING word-phrases on the matter. When he blames some old ass dude for his problems. And not the old ass dude that he is. And, no, it’s not wrong to call an 80-year-old old, man. It’s merely uncouth.
A PRESIDENT
FOR MARS
ONCE AGAIN
it’s me, dude — PUT MY NAME ON YOUR BALLOT
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THE FOLLOWING SEGMENT IS SO SERIOUS THAT I AM CURRENTLY NOT EVEN SURE I CAN ACTUALLY PUBLISH IT — BUT I PROBABLY WILL
if you’re sensitive to things like premature deaths, then yeah, skip the following segment. I’ll try my best to make sure the thing reads well without it. As such, I once again wonder if I should even include it. but, it allows you to see how I think, what I consider genius.
_WARNING
~~~~
I’ll be the judge. I’ll also be A judge. Now. Now, let me detail something I did the other day, and yes, I know that SOME of you, especially those in any kind of mental health role or career|job. I KNOW this will offend the shit out of you, but being, of, of THAT legitimate perspective that there’s at least one mic in my car (based again on informational flow), I acted. I literally acted out a, dammit I shouldn’t say this because then you’ll think I’m actually gonna do something like this, but yeah, I acted out a suicide. Call it method acting. Call it ABSOLUTELY INSANE. I don’t care what you call it. I call it, I guess, practice. And it’s that. Well, not for the real thing, but for when I finally choose to act again. So, here, I fully acted out this thing, up to the point of staying slumped over in my car for like an hour, maybe all night because I fell asleep, but I acted out this thing and HER WAS GOOD! Suicide is dumb as hell and never the way you should approach life, even when you’re the inadvertent target of some random government investigation you don’t understand. Like me. Yes, you should like me. In spite of that crap. I will always be me.
SO DO
Yeah, screaming “THERE’S BLOOD EVERYWHERE; MY CAR IS RUINED.” Yeah, the concept was, if they WERE listening and ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WAS DOING _it _, they may reveal their true intentions, to me. Maybe they’d step out from behind those very obvious lights in-along the dim forest and say something like, “Dude, we’re just trying to get you to say yes to capturing REAL BAD DUDES; not the ones like you that we run around on for REAL DIRT, but the ones who ACTUAL DO STUFF THAT AIN’T COOL. Yeah, so to get at that potential, in about the weirdest way, I acted out a suicide. I went on about other more gruesome stuff, but I’ll leave all that out, 4.now.
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END OF that SEGMENT — and moving on, dawg — woof — woof — woof —
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I have been told that this approach, while exceptionally eccentric, is about as genius as an approach can be. Well, call me Marlon Brando. Or, possibly more appropriately: Marlon Wayans. Now I have no clue where I’m going. I WAS on a sort of narrative trip. Then, I ventured into the realm of acting, again. Because in case you didn’t know it, I wrote and acted and recorded two short films last Summer. One of which concerned jumping a hip and so was aptly named “JUMPIN’ HIP” ;;; while the other, a much more sinisterly approached thing, a true Buneulian Absudity by the name of “STAND UP,” AKA ||| standing up for your right to do things like curse and wear a dress and be every actor in your own little-short films. There, in this latter one, I played a comedian, a wrestler, the wrestler’s girlfriend, a bartender, and the director; this final one NOT IN A SHIRT MOST OF THE TIME. Why DO I have so much liberty in me?
IDK
BECAUSE I WAS RAISED ON TELEVISION?
AND THE PEOPLE THERE ARE FREER
THAN IN REAL LIFE
(?)
And so I learned to be unrealistically free. So free in fact that I lost almost all of my rights, as a target. To be, besmirched, where one deserveth not. And I, deserveth not. At least this is my UNDERSTANDING of the whole thing. As I’ve said before, if I had actually done anything wrong, I would not be here writing this shit. I’d be in some-a institution that doesn’t pay their employees enough. I’m not sure I mean here, but I mean something.
MEAN
MEDIAN
LEAST LIKELY TO SUCCEED
nOW, This reminds, I should start putting pictures in these things. Like that one picture of an ACTUAL EMF I TOOK THAT MIGHT QUALIFY AS SPREADING STATE SECRETS IF I WERE TO SHARE IT. I didn’t get to keep the thing, which they had, some months ago, parked in the distance, to slowly fry my brain. Butt, being that it was ALREADY FRIED, I wasn’t all that bothered by this. To wit, and THAT night, I went on about camo shorts and forward caps REALLY REALLY LOUD, hearing in the bushes certain government employees, I think. That, or I yelled at a bunch of stray cats that night. And someone, maybe not even the government, was out to fry cats. Who the fuck would EVER want to FRY CATS. Wow, my language is becoming SO HEAVY all the time that I can kind of call myself obese(D), now, without even technically being so. I was, for a while when this whole thing started in SECOND FORCE, probably after they found all those math works resembling something sinister on the white boards of my house, while I was teaching undergraduates in Boulder. Well, I WAS OVERWEIGHT FOR WHILE. Then, after a bunch of worry, one meal a day, and some random downtown parkour, I lost all that weight. I grew a mustache, out of ::: Hitlerian irony, and now look like a homeless sex symbol. Like the symbol for I DON’T HAVE ANY SEX.
At all.
A PARKING LOT
ANNE H.
AN ACTUAL SAND LOT
AND THE COP LETS US GO
Howdy, Anne. And, no, I don’t mean Dougherty. Recall, I said H. She’s probably still hot. Once again, H.
So, my time since meeting THAT WOMAN, the hot one I kind of really liked, then hated, then despised, then didn’t really think about. Well, betwixt here and that point, I have been running. Running from, as I put it to my “cop buddy” — from the potential of the whole thing. I mean I WAS placed into an actual entrapment scenario, AND I CAN NOW COUNT THAT AS ONE OF THE SCARIEST MOMENTS OF MY LIFE. No, I am not saying that I am generally scared of this kind of thing. Merely that I HAPPENED to be scared of THAT ONE. It was all in what they (a bunch of black people I was hanging out with randomly in Virginia — I know, can this get anymore random, bro?bro?bro?) were saying things and doing things. One dude correctly said, “Weed is a gateway drug, not because it leads you to doing worse drugs (in a vacuum — HERE: my vacuum) but because it puts you around the worser stuff. Only like an hour later did a totally separate dude try and hand me an actual crack pipe. W. T. F. I, of course, never want to see ANY DRUG again. To wit, I called some couple in for using things at a campground less than a few days later. They had scared me straight. Not that I’ve ever done anything all that illegal when it comes to drugs, but only that I never wanted to even be around the stuff again. Even where it’s legal.
And, since, I have not. So, they officially have no real angles to play. As such, the only thing I’ve noted since are light (and in some cases not so light) damages to my things, INSIDE THE CAR. Yes, they are still getting into the only car I own, the only one I have lived in. What a sketchy norm here. And lest you think I’m full of crap, I have evidence, images, details to friends, people who believe. Me. So, I have all these problems that are only problems because of ignorance and super inflated budgets. So, instead of immediately being an asset of my own, for the only country I’ve really known or supported, I have had to run around like Denzel, and all without the corresponding ticket sales. What a fucking waste of my time. As such, I have recently gone back to applying for jobs. Ones that don’t hold too much influences, outside of THE MATH’S inherent potential for being corrupted by those who come along after the mathematician. The ink dries, then some IDIOT comes along after and makes it into something I never had a wish for it to be. And so, I am the terrorist. I guess for my potential. But, whatever.
I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO JUST TO SEE YOU SMILE BY TIM MCGRAW
NOTWITHSTANDING HIS CARTOON NAME
AND EXCEPTIONAL(LY AUTO-TUNED) VOICE
“Just to see you smile, I’d do anything…”
What a GREAT SONG. Simple. Slidely. Not at all too much like Pinegrove.
Alright STOPPING HERE. Because I am in the parking lot of a coffee shop I don’t visit much any more. I know that they HAVE to provide the feds with opportunities if they demand it so, but still, I can’t really view these people the same anymore. matter of fact, I don’t even feel like busking (HOLY CRAP, I MADE IT BACK TO THAT WORD) in Boone anymore. They lost all the deserve. And that’s cool. That’s cool. But yeah, I don’t feel like singing directly into a pit of compliance. I am sorry, you all, but I HAVE to walk away from those things that hurt me, even if they don’t yet see how they’re doing that. You COULD have told them no, could have done a better job of differentiating me from what’s said about me. For eccentrics, this is an essential task. We begin weird, and stay weird. And, this is completely fine with me. Something something, “a little bit of cartoon.”
YOU, AS A PERSON, SHOULD APPROACH LIFE, ALWAYS, WITH A LITTLE BIT OF CARTOON
ACTUALLY STOPPED HERE.
So, since that girl and after a nap. One where I recorded a young woman intentionally slamming her door to wake me up. Stuff like this, all the time. It appears to me, and not at all being too cynical, that a lot of the people in my country, the only one I’ve ever lived in and the only I’ve ever supported, have gone to shit. I conjecture that it might be the heat, because years ago I read some story about how people essentially go nuts from the world getting hotter. Yes, I can see THAT too. Just like I could see, through actual actions, precisely what I was going through with that woman from a few weeks ago. Was it a few weeks ago? I can’t really think about it too hard. I’ve got way too much to write, and fast. Not sure why the fast, but it do. But I do.
I do notice these things, like how almost no one is there to help me in all of this, as if I have taken some ACTUAL TERRORIST status I have never worked to deserve. It’s like my rights were turned off like a faucet. And this reminds me of just how much I dislike parts of Boone, North Carolina now. When I got back into town yesterday, it all felt so ghastly. Like a ghost town full of inappropriate soviets. I mean, from my perspective, from the perspective of someone having done nothing wrong and merely trying to live their life, I am utterly confused. How exactly does the government mobilize so many people against me all the time? And why the hell am I WORTH THAT? So confused. I mean, why did they plant that guy who talked at length and in full description about being an actual pedophile, a one David A. of Longmont Colorado, BACK in 2021. There, over a campfire in Gordon Gulch, he went on about things people don’t talk about. This led me to tell him about the dresses, some five years before you all. All because I thought he was an actual pervert. I should have called the cops on him, but I instead chose to stop talking to him.
TALKING
NOT TALKING
DEFINITELY NOT TALKING
to david
Later I would find that intercepts do stuff like this to coerce information out of you. And this was in 2021, under the Biden Admin. What the… Flock. Either way, this guy confesses these things to me, IN FRONT OF HIS GIRLFRIEND AT THE TIME, which I found doubly weird, man. Then, not even a year later, I am at a hotel in Boulder and some guy stops his car in the middle of the road out front, yelling something about me being a “tranny.” Dude, once again, that is NOT the case. But, I can tell from the timing and informational flow, that this INFORMATION had come from David. Then, when I went back into the hotel, the desk clerk said something along the lines of “Whatever you’re doing up there,” implying something again about the dresses. As such, I can distinctly place my issues with being a target in 2021. I assume that I became this way because of what they call NSA Selectors, things like using encrypted emails, researching Tor Browser (which they built??? — them or some other gov.biz), etc. Either way, I believe that my life has been ruined because I was working to protect my client’s data.
PAUSE PLUS PAUSE
EQUALS PLAY
deal with it
Now, do I think David is actually a pedophile? Probably not, as this IS their tactic, using really shitty people in really shitty situations, to get YOU to be shitty. It IS, entrapment. And it sucks. Things like this have taken me from a successful weirdo to essentially someone with no life, their point appearing now to be making me miserable. And no, they are not entirely succeeding in this. I still smile, so fuck you. But, there was David in 2021, which even my cop buddy found weird when I told him recently. People don’t talk about stuff like that, so I believe he believes me about David being an intercept. Now, this is definitely not about busking. It’s essentially my “wokest” version of what has been happening to me. Beyond this, I have been able to establish, to myself, which is the point, that THEY (and I still don’t entirely know what Satanists this means) broke into my house in Lyons, which then sent me on a path of losing my job at CU Boulder. This was always their plan. Because, if you read virtually ANYTHING about the COINTELPRO programs of the ’60’s, this WAS their point. Discredit, and destroy. They sought then, as they obviously do now, to ruin the lives of those who happen to be born different. And, while I cannot understand how they’re getting so many people on board, given that I have once again not done anything wrong enough for THIS, I can see that I am in fact part of something that is meant to suck my life out of me.
INSERT
ah, forget it
[FORGETTING _it
I’m MEANT to go nuts, and in some ways I have a little, but I am meant to be discreditingly nuts. I am meant to seem like I am getting Schizophrenia a full 10 years after is clinically possible. Apparently, they can’t really read the DSM. Maybe even ALL BOOKS. discredit. That’s there so I get the spelling right. This is probably all here to MAKE ME RIGHT-wing. I will not make a scene, will not become violent, and will not pose any real threat TO ANYONE. Though, keeping my cool has become very difficult, by design. Remember, they are trying to ruin me. And no, I am not being nuts. I am an actual victim. And, someday, it will be you. But, there’s all that Colorado stuff with Allan, the fake landlord whose basement I was actually tortured in. As I lived there, he (or, I guess, THEY) were putting small marks in my things (just like the Stasi of East Germany, to a “t”). They went through my computer and phone, and appear to have gone through all my drives too. And, as I was keeping evidence, they kept deleting and/or altering it. How fucking scary is THAT???
scary
AS A BILLION CATS IN THE SAME HOUSE
of representatives
The whole time I tried to live in Longmont, I was essentially antagonized and psychologically tortured. By the time I left, they had started surrounding me with people who already seemed to know me. People would take my picture at stoplights all the time, like I was being reported on. because I was, and still am. This is, ever again, meant to sound nuts. But, therapy has led me to stop gaslighting myself, to see this all for what it is. I placed my Terrorism and Surveillance series behind passwords, because I feared that work’s negative influence-impact on my job search. Then, I realized, based on how people were responding, that my search was being sabotaged anyway. So, I lived with a fake landlord. About one of the dumbest people I’ve ever met, and this is with no exaggeration. When. When I went to leave, in November of 2025, some 4 years into my torture for being different, I noticed that so many of my things, things I had kept pristine for decades, were ruined (to me) by small marks, scratches, and light tears. In general, they seek to make it look like wear and tear, and where they cannot keep up THAT GUISE, they instruct (and I am not at all kidding — here’s looking at you Modern Toyota of Boone) places to use the exact phrase “wear-and-tear.” What’s with this very obvious and intentional damage to my car? Well, that could have been [insert asinine description that doesn’t make any sense]. By the way, dude, I had verified that the marks I was talking about came with the car. So, when he went on about wear and tear, I was essentially getting him to shit bulls.
GO BULLS
So, yeah, all of my stuff, including the only car I have ever really liked this much, is essentially torn up with a 100 cuts each. or, on each PART of the car. This is meant to drive me nuts. I am essentially living what they did to MLK, minus the prostitutes. Dammit, I don’t even get the hookers. I could use a… nevermind. This, is as briefly as I can put all this, if only to avoid going too far over 10 pages here. That is, 10 in the doc. What a phrase. So, I have virtually nothing that I loved left. I have not been able to find work. And, they still to this day, have people come up to me and ask me the same questions all day long. More recently, as in like a week and a half ago, like I probably mentioned above but am too tired to check until I get to proofing which I hope again is fun and not a complete waste of everything, they sought to entrap me with drug-related issues. In one case, they sought to normalize trafficking, in the hopes that I would… traffic. Then, they placed me into what was supposed to look like a drug deal. Dude, how utterly sinister. So, like I said, I am not even going around ANY DRUGS anymore. To wit, I have called the cops on three separate parties using drugs illegally. I HAVE become right-wing (duck) in that respect.
RESPECT
AS A PILE
OF ANTS
Now, I have been told by so many people that I am being paranoid and delusional, and these are the exact phrases all these people with absolutely no background in Psychology keep using. I, on the unfortunate-other hand, DO have a background in Psychology, and so can call the bull a work of shit here. I know that this will not really helping my job search, but dude, it will help others to avoid going under when they face the same things. And, as far as that is concerned, I only hope this on all those people informing on me, as an innocent man. You guys really fracking suck. You have believed nonsense because you never took any real time to actually get to know me. To wit, When I got to Boone, everyone was awesome. Then, over time, a few people soured, then all. now, i can’t really stand this place. The bumper-sticker reads:
BOONE SUCKS
And I thought they were kidding.
They were NOT kidding.
Now, this COULD be merely because of the dresses, or the homelessness (both of which are only happening because of my stress levels (and I believe they know this). yes,
And Oh yeah, I HAD started to go on about who hasn’t helped me at all, at least mentally. So, let me make a list, before wrapping this Rap God of a post up. Shots fired. But not from anything I own. Just the pen, a virtual one.
- The confidential informants (most of whom I can actually name, go autism)
- Businesses that have stopped treating me with any respect at all
- Those maneuvering drivers on multiple occasions who sought to try and literally run me off the road
- The place I have been receiving health care from (says my gut)
- The place I have been getting my coffee (“He knows.”)
- Walmart (for granting THEM-THEY creepy camera access, ensuring that I ALWAYS come back to damages IN MY LOCKED CAR|
- Dollar General for the same — one cashier was noticeably scared of me, shaking violently, and all because of nothing but good encounters with me
- A few smaller gas stations
- Pretty much any MAGA “person”
- Christians, well those that SHOULD THINK ABOUT JESUS — THEY HAVE used so many Christians in all of this that I often wonder if they even read the Bible or know anything beyond how many times Joel Osteen blinks, on average, in ANY given minute
- All those fake ass situations, like the fake landlord and all the entrapment crap
- A few, and I hope not all, police officers — I can clearly see that the Longmont PD was involved and that at least a few members of the Boone PD seem to know (in general, though, I actually like the Boone PD and so have agreed to help them with certain data needs not requiring any kind of special clearance)
Now, lest I get myself in trouble, remember that the above is only an issue if I am wrong. Well, I am not wrong, and what I am saying is the truth. This is not busking but it IS what is preventing me from doing do. NOT ICE-CREAM.
ICE-
CREAM
don’t you love how SOME southern folks will leave you hanging on such sugary words? And this they do.
Either way, I’m tired of writing this hot ass piece. I have actual photos of what I believe to be an EMF, so yeah, case closed. I just had my water tested and, lo and behold, evidence that SOMETHING is in it.
Now, you can all stop pretending I don’t know. To wit, a collection of relevant quotes:
“I once knew a guy like that, who was surveilled all the time.”
“He knows.”
“He’s coming back.” (to the car from a bike ride in which they should not have known I was even a he and nothing major was stolen)
“Targeted Individual” (air-quoted by someone leaving said coffee shop, who shouldn’t have even known about it)
“A thousand circumstances makes for about one or two pieces of hard evidence; and I’ve got 5k” (me to cop buddy)
As always, I am probably paraphrasing the lengthier quotes, but the honesty is there, as it always has been. My family won’t talk to me, most of my old friends and more recent associates. so many people. I HAD BEEN THE proverbial Belle of the Ball for years, had always treated everyone like I loved them, almost to a fault. Yes, I can be a bit of a massive dick, especially if I’m dealing with something like Apple’s Help Line following say 2021. Etc. But, I am not at my core anything other than someone trying to care about everyone else.
SUCKS
BUT I SMILE
through about a billion’s worth of nonsense
I hope that someday, these assholes will leave me alone, though I guess with pieces like this one, very honest pieces, I don’t really stand a chance. I mean they appear to have pried my deer damage open further the other day and I have the photos to prove it. I have other proofs too.
But, I digress.
I’d rather work, and have a life, and smile for real reasons, and not just to make sure I CAN still smile.
YOU.
Maybe not, you the reader. but, YOU.
You have allowed them to do this to me. And so I write entire blog series about busking, when I haven’t been busking. And not about busking.
BUSKING.
BTW, Allan, and Jessica, and Paige, and all of the ones gaining higher-level information about me,… yeah, you guys:
THEY ACTUALLY TRIED SOME OF THE PEOPLE DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING WHEN THE STASI WAS FINALLY HELD ACCOUNTABLE
So, here’s to hoping they hang (out with) Allan.
BC the actual lord only knows.
Joshua 1:5, for now, will be my strength.
I WILL, SURVIVE.
You shit ass Nazis.
PS — If you’re a potential employer reading this, and think: wow, this dude’s a gamble. No, I am not. I am apparently the kind of person entire governments worry about (and all for nothing), so that says a lot. I am probably “super-intelligent” and have failed to as yet notice it as clearly as I should. An asset once remarked to me that I was probably working on some math that got too close to something dangerous. I am resilient. I am not at all mentally ill now, though I am still very much eccentric. I am no gamble at all. In the event that I can actually find work and that they don’t seek to kill me entirely, I will literally be your best employee. The most honest, inspiring, and definitely the most well-read and written. Cheers.
As for the cursing, I don’t do that in the classroom, even when the students do. I don’t do that at work. I am kind, and respectful. And I don’t care what they making up about me, such is ACTUAL PERSECUTION. I merely care for how low the populace will go on the wings of misinformation. At this point, I think that bound cannot be lower than it is. But, Hitler. But, my plight.
Butt-Hitler.
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