When I did, there was the same old shrill "HOW ARE YOU!" routine from the "Mental" I guess they wanted me to meet. He proclaimed the radio fried, I guess thinking such would stimulate "Conversation."
I took the CB back, bought a new antenna, and it now works as good as ever.
Why this humiliating treatment from all these Liberals? 1)I was ordered to act "Zaney," "Paranoid Schizo," Etc., and it's what they WANT TO SEE. They're convinced, and like anything governmental, it's now set in stone. 2) I'm very good at my craft of espionage, even without the Celiac's, and never let on. So they never catch on. 3) There's Big Funding in this, so they'll never stop of their own volition, and besides, they simply ENJOY IT. MY LIFE is not even secondary to them and their agendas. 4)This, to them, is another self-fulfilling prophesy "Nut Case Test" to again "Prove" to themselves that their original beliefs are so.
It's very much like how Family Social(ist) Agency Workers Family Social(ist) Services deliberately set up another home-based "Computer Store," they have to, for some intrinsic reasoning of their own, always set up a ruse: There, the "Poor, pitiful Computer Expert" was supposed to be "Blind," and would roll his eyes into the air every time I came in.
He used a voice recognition and speaking program for this illusion. (Yet his desk was arranged the same way anyone's would be.) More than that, they'd planted an article in the newspaper, knowing full well I used to read them daily, on this "Coalition" of business and government agencies, and "What a wonderful social benefit such was..." etc.
Carbon County Concrete: Same as the other attempts to get a job - I'd get employed only if I accepted a "Mental" as my "Supervisor."
Carbon County Sheriff's Office: So professional am I at my espionage traits and my natural abilities, there is no time that I go to the Sheriff's Office without Sheriff Jerry Colson giving me the usual PC test: "So when did you shave off your beard?" "When did you last talk to so-and-so?" It the usual first Shrink-type question for their kind of any un-PC kind as myself, in other words, "Do you know where you are in time and space?" So I would always automatically act nuts, which has always fooled them completely, thusly keeping my cover, and my ordered secrets intact. Sucks, doesn't it, when experienced "Law Enforcement Offices" can be fooled so easily, being politically indoctrinated like they are? They are supposed to be Criminologists and defenders of the Constitutions of Law, but long no longer are...but
City Market: Touted by RPD Chief Reed as having the "Best surveillance system in the nation," I would watch Family Family Social(ist) Agency Workers and/or cops arrive as I did, but go into the back offices. For many years, I could simply feel their eyes upon me as I shopped, and it used to send a chill up my spine and drive me nuts as I went through the isles. And be hit up by "Well meaning employees cross-trained in Mental Health!"
One of their "New Clerks" was one day finally so aggressive to "Relate" to me that I walked out, did not shop there, nor would go into any store at all, for a very long time, and still refuse to pass a single word with any of their staff nor "Customers" whatsoever. I just send my disabled wife in to buy stuff, unless the ice in the parking lot is too dangerous for her.
Isn't their "Marvelous Work" WONDERFUL?
Family Dollar: Maybe it's because of our created impoverished condition (They believe they have more control over me, that way, their "Controlled Environment," for my "Treatment") they seem to especially like to "Get down with the suffering masses," here, and come out in droves. The usual, "Bumping" into me with their bodies and shopping carts, ANYTHING to start a "Conversation," so that I will "Relate" to them. They know that they can't psyche me if I will not - And I never will - "Relate" to them.
The Golden Rule: Can you believe being sold a laptop with a dead battery? Worse, making sure you couldn't come back if it broke down, and then trying to sell you a used pair of shoes? Yes, this guy DOES have a "Used Car License;" He told me as much. So, the thing DOES start to crash, but ANOTHER person at the Radio Shack who'd been trying to sell me his "Grandmother's computer," says I still can get it. For $50, but he "Has to call his sister to 'Find out where it's at.'" To make a long story short, I end up finding this "Computer Shrink" in Sinclair, who apparently has long been awaiting me.
They rush to get him and his props in place; A truckload of old computers, and the house is a mess, but FULL of electronic gear. Oh, the satellite dish even "Gets the Black Belt Channel." The man claims he can build a computer for me, and fix the one I have, but that he needs someone to come around and "Learn how to fix them." (Me, obviuosly, in a setting carefully crafted from my "Psychological Profile," to include the way I've had to live in messy poverty.
Only with tons of government money to waste, could the Wyoming Department of Health (Formerly known as the KGB) come up with this kind of stupidity, and then actually TAKE MY MONEY and RUIN MY DAY TO DAY LIFE in the process.
And yet perhaps the worst part is the HUMILIATION of being treated like I'm "Retarded," or something.
As I did leave, after thanking him profusely for the offer (Right now the internet is my only hope out of this political and financial box they have me in) did he sit there looking at me with crossed legs and his hands in a temple position. Body language wise, he was already "Analyzing" me.
I never let on, he never caught on, and it will be cold in Hell before I give him any call.
Hyland Trucking The usual "Safety" hype of the day, as in it being the excuse and mantra for Socialism and government control, is evident in how they maintain a "Safety Division." In other words, run by a Social(ist) Worker Type, , who you have to "Talk to," for an "Interview." The modern fad is to have "Safety Meetings" every Friday morning or so, which are really more like introductions into "Group Counceling Sessions," so that "Society" can "Intervene" into a person's private life.
Using "psychological Methods" (Lying to me), a "Mrs. Jewel Young of C.C.C. (Carbon Counceling Center? They love to put one over on a "Retard") Trucking" gave me an "Interview," (Yeah, right, right next door to a doctor's office "She shared office space with"), but then called to tell me a "Secret!"
"Don't tell anyone I told you, but Hyland Trucking is hiring! And you wouldn't need a HAZMAT endorsement, either!
Of course, she had me fill out an "Application," which in this day and age automatically contains in the small print, a "Waiver" of any and all personal rights, that they can then exploit to their own means.
Only to go over there and see their "Safety Manager" all frustrated because I wouldn't "Talk", to her... And, of course, just like at B&M Water, they'd given me the usual "Forms" to fill out, which always includes an incomprehensible Waiver Form that allows them anything they want... No one reads these things, and they know it, particularly "Retards."
Malpaso Trucking: This was more interesting in its Celiac's discrimination theme. They basically thought I was a "Pervert," I took it, so tried very hard to get me to crash one of their trucks, for insurance purposes. Yet, there definitely seemed to be a political aim behind it as well, as in making me, the "Dummy," become a Media Star of sorts, to further anti-truck driver hype, and increase Police State Regulation over the industry as well.
There is more about horrid experience about this in my Blog.
But to be detailed, most notable was how they'd tried to get me to jackknife his Peterbuilt, which had already been jackknifed by his nephew, I believe, and should have been put out of service, for in that the emergency exit for the sleeper was jammed shut. I guess he couldn't or wouldn't afford the repair, so at first wanted me to hookup and drive a belly dump trailer around for "Practice."
He wanted me to drive in circles counter-clockwise, hoping I'd recreate the jackknife damage, and relieve his nephew from the accident report, which probably was never made. But I had first to back up and hook up the trailer, which wasn't properly elevated. I knew some old tricks on how to do that using wooden blocks and the air suspension system and did it myself - For he'd suddenly disappeared.
Then, all of a sudden, there was no work for me for quite a while, but then suddenly he wanted me to take the rig out to a Hanna desiel contamination site, and take that to the dump. I was to follow the orders of his "Nephew," who wanted me to allow him to the site first, but to back up from one lane to another, a totally impossible 270 degree sort of angle, guaranteeing a slide-off and jackknife on the muddy, high shouldered, desert road. From the mud and paint scrapes still on the rig and trailer, I guessed this was where it had happened in the first place.
So when I saw an oil field site down the road, knowing that it would have a turn-around, I went there, instead, and backed in properly. Having done that, what was supposed to be an all-day hauling affair was suddenly canceled.
So eager was he to promote my "Dangerousness," did he several times tell me there'd be no work that day nor night, then suddenly appear after I'd had some beer, to demand I drive. I would refuse every time - Yet I called him as he'd told me to, every day, first.
Finally he set me up with another rig that had an unbelievably bad gouge in the right front tire, which should have red-lined it, but he never would.
Instead, as it was "Worked on" in his shop, time and again, I was encouraged - On my own time, no less - To "Learn how to adjust the brakes," for this rig seemed not to have any.
Time and time again would they leave that particular sized wrench where I'd find it, especially when I got into the cab. I could not understand why then, but believe I do, now.
I would get overloaded at Sinclair all of the time, would call him, and he'd tell me to take the load down to Colorado, anyway. I would submit the daily inspection logs & he would ignore them. Finally, one day I told him specifically that my trailer's registration had expired, but he answered that he had the stickers, just not time yet to attach them, so I went.
Sure enough, there was a surprise inspection station at the freeway, and I as told to pull over on the on-ramp. Suddenly, their portable weigh station showed up, and it was clear they'd wanted to put me on it, but could not make me back up on the on-ramp. I called Oshera, who was very excited, saying that he thought I'd been arrested, already - For the heavy load. To be set-up like this has been for me as a Celiac Symptomatic, a way of life.
For a while, he'd had me haul "Dirty (oil) water" (Which is technically HAZMAT) from a site down to a disposal facility across the state line. Other truckers asked me why I was hauling it down there, since there were others, closer. Although I submitted daily inspection reports to another driver, the supposed "Mechanic," the leaky top valve simply got worse and worse. It was, of course, some kind of "Mental," or "Dangerous" test set-up, yet I had to go along with it or starve.
There would always be some kind of PHD type there at the recycling center, and once wanted me go go with him on a tour of the place, and get into "Conversation," I guess, the usual "Mental" approach. Finally, one day, he wanted me to take the load down to the weigh station before unloading, and the guy who ran it was a terrible actor - Nervous like hell. Of course, it is also my Forte, persuant to Celiac's, to not let on, to show no spontaneity, to others in weird situations, why I've stayed alive.
They weighed it, then wanted to get my reaction about it having lost a lot of it's load on the way there. I told them of my daily inspection logs, but it was my mind they were interested in, I guess.
That kind of "Serendipity" was also part of my hypnotically-based cover, for in that they wanted me to switch trailers with that "Mechanic" one day, and I unloaded it. I'd forgotten that tanker trailers are not to be unloaded when full, for the legs are not built to that standard, and I'd not hauled trailers while working for SWIFT.
So, luckily, leaking like it did, it did not collapse, and the other driver nervously hooked up to it. Of course, in retroflection, I now understand why they'd had me meet him "At the FAR END of the truckstop."
But when I finally refused to drive the Peterbuilt, nor play with the brakes (The air brake lines were so bad on his belly dump trailer that he would get mad if I would purge the tanks, which one should do every day) that I sailed right through the intersection to Hanna. Luckily, I always downshift & use the jake brakes to slow, and there simply was no traffic there that moment.)
Did Mrs. Oshera keep calling me on the phone, wanting me to use the Peterbuilt to take hot oil to the state line, where I would then switch the trailer with the other driver, thusly not having to cross it, nor drive illegal hours as he was having me do.
I had happened unto the little sticker above the jack that reminds drivers to not do that, and can only imagine what my death would have been like as the trailer fell, split up, and covered me in burning oil. And they were trying to get me to do this on purpose!
There was a Liberal Media campaign at that time whereas the ACORN types were trying to mandate that drivers have to get a psychological exam as part of their HAZMAT permit. The usual hysteric hype & terror that's seen with all kinds of Police State laws, especially with gun ownership.
But to me at the time, it was clear enough: For one, most drivers would then avoid getting a HAZMAT permit. If nothing else, it is true that this occupation is filled with many of society's rejects, and probably could not find productive employment much elsewhere. It has come to this simply through the never-ending over-regulation of the industry, and the common theme of owners and shippers to always exploit the individual drivers whenever possible. (Oshera, at the end, simply wouldn't pay me two paychecks he owned me, and had made me re-write invoices, saying I'd put too many hours on it.)
For another, it obviously would inflate the political power the APA & Global Health Care would have over the individual. But much more ominously, I can fully understand now, with this simple scenario:
Since they are "Government Experts," and must be taken at their word in their incomprehensible tangential worlds, like as in Courtrooms, could they simply & suddenly come up with a new "Study." Which would have "Discovered" some kind of "Wide-spread 'Danagerous' Mental Illness particular to said HAZMAT drivers."
Virtually stranding our economy, so dependent upon chemical and other shipments to make very many products. Even gasoline. Can you imagine the economic destruction - Especially if that had happened right at the recent attack upon the Dollar, and the worldwide Capitalist economy by the CHICOMS?
Oshera has since accosted me at the Rawlins Post Office, wanting to get angry at him for my Internet claims, but then proclaiming to the clerk as I ignored him, "Look! Look! He doesn't even recognize me!"
Many people think as much, to include Sheriff Colson, never recognizing my training as a spy.
But, I guess, in retrospect, my ability to skate right through this attempt by the ACORN infiltrator types, helped save, so far, great damage to the US in this accord.
It's not like they don't keep trying to exploit my Celiac's, and its socially repugnant appearance, as an "Example why..." Some new Police State Law must be passed.
This was perhaps the only time I can tell that authorities actually listened to my complaints, as there seemed to be a major DOT safety crackdown, the owner of Malpaso lost his contract at Sinclair Refinery, the Driver Manager there was replaced, and - For whatever reason - The new housing subdivision tenement Oshera was building no longer goes by his name. The "In's" to Rawlins City Corruption surely knows no bounds...
He obviously has an "In" with Rawlins City Hall. Like Jamie Hooker used to, before she was sent to prison for embezzlement, I guess.
Public Health Nurse/Social(ist) Services Since being ordered into this "Double Blind Manchurian Candidate Study," or what was thought to be a "Serial Killer In Situ Study" by HI Judge Komo in 1994, I have NEVER had normal neighbors, such is the magnitude of the funding for my "Treatment" (Like SH**.) When we moved to Encampment, there was a "New Neighbor," who went out of his way to "Be like me" (Psycho babble: If you want someone to trust and like you, you must be "Like" them, is their self-delusionalism) So, if I painted my house, he would his; If I chopped wood, he would; If I mowed the lawn, he would; Since I was Celiac Symptomatic at the time, he was always "Daffy." Wanting me to "Come over and meet his "Dad, a high-ranking government official" (Of course I was trying to get out of my misery by exposing government secrets to validate my own validity.) It's been that way since - And we don't live in a Police State? Usually, the "Neighbors" come around with "Psychological Profile-based good intentions just filled with warm, fuzzy & moist group (Commune)-based emotions." I'm sure, of course, that they KNOW that such DRIVES ME NUTS, and that's why they do it... They ARE the Masters of the Mind, are they all not?
If you can believe this, I am totally GPS'd. I'm more than certain of this, which surely is their own delusionalism; "The modern use of psychology in the electronic field to focus the healing intentions most efficiently," or something to that effect. Put it this way: I cannot go out for a drive without people very obviously (Mind you, I am a life-long PROFESSIONAL driver) slowing, turning, always on their cell phones, trying to, guess, what? MAKE EYE CONTACT at intersections, driveways, on-coming traffic, you name it. It drives me nuts, as they know, as an espionage professional to be tailed, so I will go out of my way to lose them - To no avail. When I first moved to Saratoga, the Public Health Nurse was SO AGGRESSIVE IN using this "Modern psychological technique" that she mistimed it, I am sure, and yet almost deliberately pulled out in front of me at an intersection, causing my own first panic stop in over twenty years - JUST TO MAKE EYE CONTACT, THEIR "PSYCHOLOGICAL HEALING CRAP!"
Pamida: Imagine going shopping, as your "Wife" constantly insists upon, so that you'll "Meet" the "Nice Mentals?" For a while, after I came back to this valley, EVERY store would suddenly have "New Manager," most of them quite obviously PHD-level types who would stare into my eyes as if they - Well, they believed it - My "psychological Profile" - were looking into the eyes of a "Serial Killer."
Discount Grocery: Can you believe a RELIGIOUS-RUN company would participate in such a Socialist effort? Can you image what it's like to be given the very same Conversation Traps, based on "psychological Methods," of "HOW ARE YOU!!!!????" by people that are simply NOT the normal, average, clerks? Everywhere you go? The most humiliating event I endured there was suddenly being "Hugged" from behind by a Family Family Social(ist) Agency Worker, who I jumped from in revulsion, thinking it was a prostitute.
They follow me everywhere, to "Monitor," and "Evaluate," I guess they call their infuriating harrassments.
They believe themselves to be invisible, as it were, and assume I'm too stupid to even notice. It's EXTREMELY humiliating and upsetting - Catch-22, they create what they want to see... At taxpayer expense, no less.
The Rawlins Job Center: Like always, I have found that companies are desperate to hire a CDL driver, and want me to come in right away. Then, they get a call from somebody, and then they never return any calls.
From the beginning of when I lived in Rawlins, such was the case, and I could never understand why I was seemingly perceived as being so "Despicable." And, continued enforced poverty finally forced me to go to the Job Center, where as seemingly always, "The clerk wasn't available, so I'd have to wait for the new one to come in."
And then was presented with ONE job opportunity with B&M Water in Wamsutter, after what seemed like a couple calls to some Judge. Their treatment of me was fairly obvious, as if I were a Felon on Probation, or something, as in the way they would present things to me.
"Oh, if he gets you, HE'S GOING TO KEEP YOU" was what she eerily told me about the B&M job. When I'd chosen truck driving, THEN they wanted me to "Take an aptitude test... There would OTHERS there... And I'd have to do SPEED TESTS, like putting pegs into a pegboard and the like... And, of course, with OTHERS THERE, could I leave my sidearm at home?"
To disarm America is vital to these Liberals, and in the DSM religion, they
stipulate that they can't really psyche anyone and "Liberate their Minds," unless such "Symbols of Resistance," (And Freedom) are first removed from the Individual.
Rawlins Correctional Center: I've described elsewhere on this site how the Rawlins Job Center sent me there for a "Job interview," I guess because beating and abusing people in chains fit their "Psychological Profile" of me. But moreso in that one required a "psychological Test" for the job.
It was no job interview, it was nothing less than an attempt to interrogate me without an attorney present, as they persisted in wanting to know "If I could kill someone, pull the switch, or not..." I answered them several times that I could do so if it were Judicially mandated, but that's not what they wanted to hear.
They wanted me to gush out just "How many I'd already killed," or something to that effect.
The Saratoga Dentist: It's amazing how society in general will abuse, humiliate, denigrate, etc., those they believe to be "Retarded, mentally ill, or perverse." Just the demeanor that Celiac's Disease gives one.
When I went to the Dentist to get a tooth fixed, I also asked about some chips in my upper teeth and I was told they could be ground down some. So they brought in a big "Brutus" type guy who ground and ground and asked me if that was enough. Being Celiac Symptomatic, I always replied with "I guess so." And he ground some more. Then the female assistant came back in and was horrified, and asked him why he'd ground a "Flown" shape into my upper teeth. They spoke outside in the corridor, but I believe what he said was, "Well, I heard the guy was queer, so now he can give blow jobs easier."
She said such was "Unethical!" and called the dentist, who I believe fired him on the spot. Still, when I later went to work for SWIFT Transportation, they took this as a sign of "Self mutilation," or the like, and my first trainer (All of whom were queer and tried to make me react violently to it, I take.) was full of facial metal jewelry, I guess in accordance to their "Psychological Profile."
The Saratoga Chamber of Commerce: I have simply come to believe that my placement here in this tourist wilderness area is for in that they so welcome such clean cash dollars. What is obvious to me is how American Psychological Assn. Shrinks from Colorado constantly show up when I am fishing, at stores, etc. and the like, and hit me up for "Analysis."
Since the attentions paid to me are so overwhelmingly inordinate, I am sure that there exists NOTHING BUT CONGRESSIONAL FUNDING for this ACORN "Socialist Vanguard" to this end. I am, to these Social(ist) workers, nothing but a cash cow. I think the prominent locals here envision having Saratoga become a Liberal
"In Situ Treatment Center" where the rich and influenced APA types can come, playact as "Undercover Spies," and, of course, leave a lot of cash behind.
The area IS beautiful - And quite appealing to these John Denver types.
The Saratoga Post Office: Since it is my daily pattern to check my Post Office box, I have long grown accustomed to the ACORN Agents that flood the place as I arrive. It's always the usual "Positive Thinking" communal crowd with shrill "HOW ARE YOU'S" AND "I'M FINE! AND HOW ARE YOU!" I guess based upon my "Negative Thinking" Profile as they seek to influence my mental perceptions and invade my own mind. The immensity of this effort used to greatly dismay me until I learned to make no eye contact whatsoever, and ignore the constant attempts to invade my space, like at the doorway, etc. But it does impress me greatly that a Federal Office could be used like this, again to include the clerks. For example, I quit Liberal TV and started ordering Netflix movies, which used to arrive the next day. Then, all of a sudden, there are unbelievable delays, and I figured why:
Often enough, when I used to broadcast my political messages personally, like to store clerks, there would always be some one neutral, I guess "Psychological baseline" one who would calmly listen, but then again always "New clerks" with vengeful eyes that seemed like undercover cops. Usually leading to someone acting out "Paranoid Schizophrenia" or other radical behavior I guess they wanted me to compete or replicate.
Sometimes I would amuse them with it, for such was a cover for my true mission. But in this instance, thereby going to the Saratoga Video Shop, there is now always a clerk who eagerly "Wants to talk Politics," and as of late, some tall guy I don't even look at, who has what I call a "Mental Dog," and PHD manner. In their group delusionalism of my psychological profile is their most common approach very apparent with their over-friendly "Mental Dogs" that will rush to jump on me, jump on my fishing poles, and the like. They are always "Walking their dogs" when I fish, as if trolling for a "Pervert" or some source of funding for that which they do. Driving me nuts is their intention, I am sure.
The Saratoga Police Dept: As with all the authorities, like the Carbon County Sheriff's Office, Rawlins PD, and the Highway Patrol, none of whom any longer enforce Constitutional Law (And thereby wouldn't violate my own Right To Privacy,) they've been transformed into "Social(ist) Workers," who not only willing do so, they "Well intentionally" believe they have a personal mandate from God, society, and authority to do so.
Again, unbelievable to "Normal" citizens, it's been over 13 years now that I have been unable to travel any road whatsoever without the sudden apperance of the above, and especially the State Patrol. The best thing I can figure is that they've recruited the whole community to "Call 9/11" when I'm seen, and UNTOLD police resources have been purely squandered for the sake of this (Femininst, Maternalist) "Safety First" agenda.
So far gone is common sense in police work that even though I have a perfect traffic and criminal record, all of a sudden I was getting pulled over by the SP for such gross violations of "Not using my turn signal," and one time because I pulled over to let someone pass - Because the Trooper was severely tailgating my ass!
In one case, the Trooper "Forgot" to give my my derringer's holster back, and in the other, I believe the Trooper kept my folding knife because I could not find it afterwards. It's "Safer" (For the Police State,) when we citizens are all disarmed...
To them, it's "Fun," and that's when you'll usually see those ****-eating smiles and snickers. (Although nowadays it's usually much more a direct stare and anger.)
The usual course of action for the cops and me is in, say, when I try to report a Felony or the like: I get the above sort of smile, and they nod their heads, and right away, since I'm sincerely talking to someone, I can be "Associated" with a Mental... And one rushes right up to "Relate" to me...
So taken in are they all by my previous Celiac's Demeanor, and of course, my sheer fear and panic that the Social(ist) Workers made of my previous mental state. They got what they wanted to see, and your tax dollars pay for this travesty, as we march in Nancy Grace Political Correctness lockstep to Worldwide Socialism. Next will come the gas chambers and ovens for the un-PC such as myself...
ANY AND EVERY PUBLIC RECREATION AREA: What happens whenever I try to recreate, and get away from it all, is not only immediate drive-by's by the Family Social(ist) Workers but usually comes the "Community Volunteers, trained in Mental Health," as they seem to be. For they all "Show up" to "Walk their dogs," inasmuch as I used to love dogs, before they started this sort of operation up, and now I refuse to have any pets, nor even feed wild birds.
It's the proported "Warm and Fuzzy Wonder of Healing Pets" theory that make them believe I'll drop to my knees in sobbing catharsis when they hit me up with their never-ending approaches of people "Walking their dogs." Or of "Neighbors" with toy poodles. (My mother had my step-dad kill ours for its traumatic effect, and I guess they figure they can use this.)
Or there's the "Fellow Fisherman," or the "Equipment oriented truck-driving type, town snow blade operator," all characters based on "Psychological Themes."
Every time they approach me, it's with a designed line of conversation and interrogation in mind, like I'm so stupid (Or "Retarded") that I'd never figure that out. It's always the same old routines, so I simply refuse, any longer, to even talk to any of them.
When I first moved here, I'd read a planted article in the paper about some new "Healing Theory" someone had, as in "Woodcarving special items for Mental Health." They arranged to leave such a "Moose with a broken ear" to be found at the dumpster we use, I guess some kind of "Psychological symbol" I could "Identify" with. THAT nut case has a plethora of such carved idiocies on his fence for me to drive by every day, so I take side streets.
I've watched as some of these Mentals meet over there, look at me, and apparently converse in exasperation.
Sometimes these same types come by surreptitiously with cameras, trying to "Catch me..." Doing Something, God Knows What. I long have given up my live-long enjoyment of having an adult beverage while listening to Olden Goldies on my car's radio, at sunset each evening, because "It frightens them."
Just as soon as we'd moved to Saratoga, did I note Candy Mouton of the Casper Red Star Tribune (LONG some kind of "Documentor" of me in this "Program" since I arrived in Wyoming to SAGE Training in Cheyenne to...) Being SO FAT she took up the whole rear seat of a mini-van labeled "CRST" so SO PROFESSIONAL SURREPTITIOUSLY taking photos of me in my front yard from the corned down the street. Wow. Like REAL SPY WORK, you know?
Well, if I only KNEW I was plotting the overthrow of the Free World, or whatever... But it wasn't on my mind. It's on theirs.
So who's the real "Nut case," here? Me, or Mass Delusion? Fear of "Suspiciousness" rules today's America. The Rule of Law, nor the US Constitution, Common Sense, nor Personal Rights no longer do.
You'd think they'd quit acting like old Hippies and Get A Life, but they don't.
The Country Store: One of their favorites for "Clerk-switching," since it's a convenience store I would use to frequent, but avoid like all public places, now. I guess it's their "Theory," I've read somewhere, that "Institutionalization" of a "Patient" could not happen outside a mental facility, because of the sheer numbers of different people they could motivate to "Volunteer" to "Treat" someone.
It's very depressing on a never-ceasing basis. Catch-22. Like all Communists, they CREATE the problem that they want to be brought to power to claim to want to solve. At taxpayer expense, to be, inevitably, paid for by robbing the capitalists.
Build-Rite Hardware As the others. Group Madness.
Rawlins Taxi Service: Again, imagine hoping to get a job along your old line of work, and arranging for an interview. But being delayed until someone, Social(ist) Workers, could arrive, and then be psychoanalyzed, instead. And with all such attempts at personal initiative, capitalistic endeavor, or positive productive potential, completely stymied.
I once told the local Public Health Nurse that my "Disabled" wife was getting better, so should I get a job? "No!" She told me, for any income at all would mean she'd start to lose her Social Security Disability Income, and deprive her agency of a "Consumer."
What I should do, she insisted, was to apply to SS for Disability, myself, so that I could get my "Mental Health Treatment" paid for by the government, and she'd GAIN another "Consumer."
Saratoga Post Office: The Post Office usually being the one safe and neutral spot one could go to and simply encounter a friendly and businesslike atmosphere is completely not true for me.
It is precisely because of this, I think, that the Mentals utilize this place more than any other place with the possible exception of the Libraries, to try and "Associate" this feeling to their political agendas.
There, they will stand in front of my post box, block its doorway, have contrived conversations about "Hawaii," where I used to live, or whatever fits their "psychological Approach" of the day, and make big of the psychological technique of calling me by my first name.
The way they swoop in is worse than the Pavaratzi for celebrities, I am sure.
And they all greet each other with the shrill Politically-Correct, so very "Positive Thinking" oriented, "HOW ARE YOU???!!!" PSYOPS Slogans. It is interesting and at the same time so very humiliating that they utilize the "PAC" psychological methodology of their "Parent" or "Adult" addressing my "Child," as if I were yet one, or a "Retard."
And, unbelievably, the same very thing happens even in that Federal Establishment, where there will be "Switched Clerks," or even the usual clerk will seemingly participate in this Social(ist)-oriented, obviously orchestrated, madness of "Treating" me in these certain manners.
Shivey's Hardware: Since being a fixer-up was my "PP," visits there have been the most humiliating 13 years of my life (Details to come.)
The Saratoga Library: A place you'd think you could trust: The symbol of Free Speech, inherent to Constitutional rights, but no... I used to trust the Librarian there somewhat, because she simply stuck to being one. But as the efforts really ratcheted up after my return to the Valley, there is unceasing effort to get me to join into "Group Sessions," there.
I remember reading how they got "Special Funding" etc., and the place is not only cozy with couches, and the like, but has a nice "Community Meeting Room," as well.
Would you believe it seems my home Communicom Internet service was deliberately disabled and the People of The Golden Rule deliberately sold me a laptop with a dead battery? For the sake of knowing that I'd HAVE to go to the Saratoga Library to plug in, or use their computers? (So I power it with a car battery and sit outside for hours in the cold with a wireless connection to avoid them...)
It's no mistake that their bank of public computers is arranged deliberately so that one must sit face-to-face against others. As soon as I arrive there, there's a virtual fleet of cars arriving, the same familiar ****-eating grins, or the pronounced "Caring, concerned..." emotional auras, and they often are there in advance, for they perceive me as a "Dummy" who wouldn't know, and that they can call any of my suspicions "Paranoid," anyway.
They, as at other listed places, come up to me with contrived "Conversations" and emotional traps: Since I acted, as part of my cover, as a "Truck Driving Cowboy Dummy," they come up and try to start arguments along that line, etc.
I guess I should at least be grateful that they've finally figured out I'm not Queer. At least now their agents no longer come up at store shelves and grab my ass.
The Thrifty Store: Image, if you will, what it's like to have to marry a woman who plays a certain role of "Dumb Immigrant" so well that all are taken in by it. It is her reason, her own Martyrdom, even, to visiously mis-dress as if "Disabled," and the like. And frequent the used-clothes stores, like the Salvation Army type "Thrifty Store" and the like. Where she apparently meets her own Agent Handlers, and frequently comes home with new agendas, and "Treatments" for me, and "Suggestions" and the like.
Imagine going into this store, and the whole staff is waiting for you. The humiliation involved when you see what's going on, refuse eye contact, and can hear the women lamenting, "Oh, but he won't talk, to us! And note that they seem to be taking instructions from a Social(ist) Worker.
Valley Foods and Liquor:What used to be amazing to me there was the sheer numbers of "New Clerks," and "Seeming fellow customers" that would arrive as I would. More than that, the so-humiliating ****-eating grins the owners would have when they would look me over, so happy to be part of such a "Wonderful Cause." The reason being, they are getting filthy rich over the prices they charge at this only grocery store in the region, and must feel guilty about it.
Now the "New liquor clerk" simply dresses in skirts on St. Patrick's day, like what?...
So, in the usual manner, there'd been a planted article in the paper about how elderly improvished couples spend their meager incomes on lottery tickets. My wife, as their agent, corresponded by regularly insisting we go to buy them, I guess so that I could end up a planted statistic for their uses.
But moreso, the drive down there was exactly as I've described, with Social(ist) Services types all driving my way to get a look at me, etc. When we got to the store, there'd be the "Dummies (My PP), the contrived conversations, "New clerks," a throng of people rushing in with "Friendly, Friendly! SUPER POSITIVE THINKING" type contrived and loud conversations to lure one in, the usual, and the hope they had of exploiting my joy and openness whenever I'd win something. Now the humiliating maternalization is to be called "Hun" every time I'm there, again, for in what seems to be their "Theory" that every man secretly yearns to regress to childhood, I guess. (Not me!)
And the obligatory, I guess, one cop at every border, in and out. Always waving - As if I knew them from Adam - Got to get that eye contact! I guess the Security part of their "Controlled Experiment," or whatever. The Group Commie Think of "Coalitions of Agencies" etc.
Anything can be arranged: I really wonder if some of the scratch tickets, etc., were planted just for that reason.
WOW. The CHICOMS REALLY want the world to believe it will end on 12/21/09 (Planet X) X 'Marks The Spot!'
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