FED-DIRECTED COP GESTAPO HARASSES MOURNER TO AND FROM CEMETERY
• Badge-flashing aggressive driver, a pair of state troopers doing "mall cop" duty, despoil cemetery visit by extrajudicially, unjustly "targeted" journalist.
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Perhaps I should be grateful that the MAGLOCLEN-RISS / Lockheed Martin- directed mid-Atlantic fusion center torture matrix afforded me a few minutes of solace as I visited my mother's grave on the Sunday her footstone was unveiled at a cemetery plot in Wilmington, DE.
Apparently, the dirty cops, dirty agents and ideologue bureaucrats behind America's epidemic of lawless community-organized "gang stalking" domestic terrorism got the job done before and after the graveside visit -- to which they were alerted by warrantless, patently unconstitutional surveillance of my premises and telecommunications.
I had written about the memorial in a comment on my pages at NowPublic.com/scrivener, in response to a posting that made obvious and sadistic allusions to my planned visit to my mother's grave. This "neurolinguistic programming" apparently was intended to let me know once again that my every word, my every move, is under constant 24/7 surveillance.
In the comment, I asked the officials of the multi-agency fusion center network to refrain from disrespecting me as I made my memorial pilgrimage.
But stormtroopers on the ground couldn't resist the beckonings of the GPS alert that told them a "targeted individual" had entered their territory. My presence was represented by a blip on what these goons term the "crown of evil" -- the GPS location display that tells them where to "swarm the target." The GPS signals from my vehicle apparently are generated by a radio-controlled "anti-theft immobilization system" that a well-known Bucks County, PA Honda dealer misrepresented to my wife as standard equipment that "came with the car."
During the hour-long drive to the cemetery, I was tailgated and menaced as usual by speeding, GPS-equipped stalker motorists. These police-protected goons apparently obtain GPS data on "targeted individuals" from local police departments nationwide by way of the federally-funded RissNet communications network.
After seven years of such abuse, this terrorism by motor vehicle no longer phases me. Typically, I slow down to allow the harassers to pass. If they ride my bumper, I flash my hazards or tap on my brakes to get the police-protected vigilantes off my donkey. Apparently, it does not concern the police who lord over extrajudicial vigilantism that these stalker highway maneuvers endanger everyone on the road, including, perhaps, some of their loved ones.
While I was stopped for a red light at a busy intersection in Wilmington, DE, not far from the cemetery just outside city limits, I was met with constant horn honking from the dark-colored car behind me. I looked in the rear view mirror to see a male driver behind the wheel with a dog alongside of him. He was gesturing wildly, yelling, motioning to me to make the turn.
Experience has taught me that extra-legally targeted persons are constant targets of various kinds of entrapment ploys, so-called "street theater," staged by citizen vigilantes and by rogue sworn officers of the law. I don't know if the city of Wilmington allows a right turn on red -- but I do know that motorists have the option to remain stopped at the light. I sat at the red light as the motorist continued to honk and fume.
When the light changed, I made the turn and slowed down, hoping the maniac behind me would pass me by. Instead, the motorist pulled alongside my vehicle, rolled down the passenger side electric window, and, as we both drove along slowly, screamed at the top of his lungs:
"What's your problem? What's wrong with you? There's right turn on red. Don't you know how to drive?"
I lowered my window and yelled back that I didn't have to make the turn on red, and that I'm from out of town.
Then this goon whipped out a black wallet, flashing a big gold-colored badge.
At that point, I yelled out words to this effect:
"I don't care what kind of badge you have -- I didn't have to make that turn on red!"
"GET OUT OF THIS AREA NOW AND BE ON YOUR WAY!" badge-wielding harasser commanded.
I slowed down to a near-crawl -- so that the harasser might pass, giving me the opportunity to harvest his license plate number. Suddenly the motorist executed a pit turn maneuver and zoomed off in the opposite direction. But I was able to catch his Delaware plate number -- "CP" followed by two numerals, which I easy could remember because the numbers matched the year of my graduation from high school.
I don't know for sure what the "CP" stands for, but I wouldn't be surprised if the initials have something to do with New Castle County (DE) Police.
Shaken by this obvious harassment, I proceeded to the nearby cemetery. I was relieved when I appeared to be alone when I got to the family grave plot -- no sign of stalkers. I said my prayers, paid my respects to my departed mother and to other family members buried next to her, and I got back into my car to drive to a computer store at a regional mall -- the next location site for my officially scripted day of extra-legal intimidation.
As I approached the Apple Computer store, I observed two very tall, head-shaven Delaware State Troopers standing at the doorway, their arms behind their backs, their faces sullen, as if standing guard. I recalled that a single state trooper stood in the same position the last time I visited the store a year or two ago. I remember thinking to myself, "And today they see a need to double the 'force protection?'"
I can't prove these troopers were dispatched to this particular store at this particular time to stand sentry as I passed through the gauntlet. Can't prove it -- but I'd bet the farm on it.
I was tempted to ask the troopers if they were expecting a riot. But I bit my tongue and simply said, "Hi, officers," as I walked into the store.
One of the troopers politely returned the greeting while maintaining his stern countenance.
I spent the better part of an hour in the store -- seeking advice on how to restore a laptop computer that I strongly believe was purposely disabled by the fusion center shadow government and its cyber- information systems defense contractor. It was the same story I got before -- the machine's disk drive probably had failed.
I still think it could be ongoing cyber-sabotage by government contractor "Tempest" technology, wireless manipulation of computer data by electronic surveillance and interception of the weak electromagnetic fields that all computers constantly emit.
But "Tempest" is classified and proprietary technology, so that's an accusation that cannot be proven -- the likely reason why targeted individuals are continually plagued by computer problems, often blocked from performing critical functions, such as video editing, uploading and downloading files, or even playing music without constant stuttering and download failures.
Operatives can -- and do -- tamper with or alter content of files, web sites, email. It happens to me literally every day. If this is happening to me, it could be happening to any writer, any media outlet. When an amoral bureaucracy is entrenched in power, history literally can be rewritten -- just like Wikipedia, rewritten daily by government operative "psy ops" agents.
And I would not be surprised if "incriminating" files have been planted wirelessly on my computer. With "Tempest," the field of computer forensics is reduced to pseudo-science, because government agents and their defense contractor minions can have their way with the computers of any "target," whether the device is online or off-line. The target does not have to be connected to the internet for Tempest to do its malicious cyber-hijacking.
While I was waiting for my turn before an Apple "genius" at the customer "Genius Bar," several young and middle-aged men appeared to be circling around me. One sat down across from my perch at a floor sample computer. His demeanor and his responses to my questions screamed out "stalker" or undercover agent.
The "genius" did give me some helpful advice, assuming it's correct, such as his assertion that I could boot the laptop computer from an operating system installed on an external firewire drive. He also reattached a "chicklet" key that had fallen off the keyboard.
As I left the store, the two state troopers were still there at their doorway station.
"Have a nice day, officers," I said as I again threaded the gauntlet. One of them responded, politely and correctly. I hope someone will alert them to this column, and I hope they will ask themselves if their deployment was a justifiable use of state police manpower.
Or perhaps the uniformed officers were off-duty, moonlighting for the fusion center- coordinated goon squads that torment me and other extrajudicially targeted Americans whenever they go or whatever they do -- even if it's a solemn visit to a mother's grave.
As I headed north up Interstate 95, I was electromagnetically attacked, tortured all the way home by the multi-agency fusion center network's classified, cell tower- mounted microwave radio frequency weapon system, the deployment of which I first exposed in this article first published a year ago:
The irradiation, apparently misrepresented to local law enforcement officers and to "read-in" lawmakers as "surveillance," caused constant vertigo and severe ear-ringing headache as I was driving -- endangering every other motorist on the road, since such an attack could cause a "target" to veer into nearby vehicles -- a directed energy weapon- induced crash.
When I got home, the microwave radio frequency attacks continued into the night -- my apparent punishment for resisting the police state fascism spawned by a genocidal, hate- and ideology-driven purge being covertly conducted under the guise of the wars on terror and crime.
How ethical officers of the law can let this happen still remains beyond my comprehension.
I completed writing this column at 1:30 p.m. When I attempted to post it to the net, my browser went into the "endless beach ball" mode. I was unable to use any internet browser for four hours. During that time, I made repeated calls to the Verizon DSL service line. On two of those calls, I resorted to reading this column to the customer service representative -- and to any "good people on the inside" who are privy to the obvious, unconstitutional warrantless surveillance to which I am subjected, 24/7 -- on the internet, on the telephone, or in the illusive "privacy" of my own home.
Fascism has come to America, by way of the multi-agency fusion center Gestapo and its police-directed grassroots Gestapo network -- the shadow government that makes a mockery of the rule of law, the U.S. Constitution, and everything it means to be an American.
That's my opinion, and according to the Constitution, I am entitled to it -- even if the U.S. security-military-intelligence police state Gestapo believes otherwise.
As I am writing this, my ears are ringing and my scalp is tingling, symptoms of silent microwave radio frequency attack -- a daily occurrence for nearly seven years now. It always gets worse after I put it all out there.
Before you dismiss this final comment, read this: