MICROWAVE TORTURED INSIDE LOWE'S, SUPERFRESH - BY GESTAPO USA
• GPS-equipped video store surveillance, RFID detectors, cell phones, satellites, apparently enable precision-targeted radio frequency attacks, causing intense head and body pain, overwhelming fatigue, confusion, vertigo, ear-ringing, wobbly gait.
• Do America's retailers know their customers are being tortured and slow-killed on THEIR premises? Think of the potential financial liability...
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I was "retail tortured" again last night...
...an apparent U.S. government microwave weapon attack so severe that I literally staggered from the Lowe's hardware superstore in Middletown, Bucks County, PA and into my car, where I collapsed in the driver's seat writhing in pain, virtually insensate, stunned, paralyzed.
It took nearly a quarter-hour before I felt well enough to drive off to a nearby Superfresh market -- where I was similarly tortured in the aisles by the same sadistic government operative sociopaths, using the same heinous technology to electronically hunt me down, silently, invisibly attack me, render me inchoate, as if I were some kind of rabid animal.
I am the 60-year-old veteran mainstream media journalist who has exposed the use of a cell tower- mounted microwave radio frequency "scalar wave" directed energy system, deployed nationwide, to electromagnetically assault, impair, subjugate and slow-kill so-called "targeted individuals" -- many of whom are victimized for reasons of politics, ideology, or hate.
And because I won't stop trying to bring down a multi-agency "torture matrix" administered out of 72 U.S. Department of Homeland Security- administered fusion centers -- an apparatus that has co-opted every law enforcement agency and many major corporations coast-to-coast -- it is no surprise that cold-blooded defense contractor slow-killers are "upping the amplitude" -- boosting the juice on their "directed energy" e-torture machine.
This is not just torture -- or "electronic harassment," as neuroliguistically correct "information systems" contractor frat boy Nazis of government "psy ops" (psychological operations) call it.
This is a torture matrix -- a networked slow-kill homicide, a program of government-sanctioned, grassroots community vigilante neutralization, financial sabotage, and centralized mass murder -- a quiet, high-tech genocide being perpetrated by agencies and commands that span the bureaucracy -- with a legion of defense contractor operatives as its paid mercenary slow kill machine.
And, as I have written, I can point to convincing empirical evidence that President Obama himself, as well as other political leaders, may be among the hundreds of thousands of "targeted individuals" under a totalitarian electromagnetic yoke.
It is nothing less than a diabolical, Pavlovian scheme of a fascistic element within government and business to usurp power by radio remote control -- and, because militaries, intelligence agencies and secret services worldwide are following the same modus operandi, the entire world is falling under the domination of an insidious, genocidal Fourth Reich.
What enables this global government-executed bestiality is the naivety of good but self-interested and cowardly people on the inside, who know more than they want to know about the evil within, but who sit on their hands, hang their heads, and do nothing to stop it -- or they meekly sell out to become an apparachik of a globalist police state.
I drove to Lowe's hardware superstore early last evening, around 7:15, in search of the "quick lock" locking ring for an "Insinkerator" garbage disposer -- which, I recently discovered, apparently had been vandalized as we slept by community vigilantes who regularly make surreptitious entry into our home to terrorize and despoil.
I suspect these goon squads enter only upon command from the regional "fusion center" or its contractors, who apparently employ their silent, microwave radio frequency weapon system to ensure that we are "put under" in a deep sleep state during the home intrusions.
When I removed the leaking disposer, I discovered a thick, caustic brown goo had been applied to the inner rim of the locking ring, apparently causing the units locking parts to prematurely rust out. The brownish substance looked and smelled like battery acid. Apparently, the same compound was applied by intruding vandals to our two refrigerators and to a freezer in the garage, causing deep, spotty rust damage. Some of our water pipes show evidence of similar rusting, a slow, malicious degradation of our property.
Earlier, I had searched the internet for the part number of the locking ring, but I couldn't find it on the official "Insinkerator" web site. That struck me as odd. I tried calling a plumbing supply house I found on the internet; a voice on the other end of the line quoted me a price of $45 for the part.
I finally found the part listed on the Home Depot web site -- for $5.60 plus a few dollars for shipping. When I called the local Home Depot, I was told the store did not stock the part. Again, I found that odd, because it's a common part for a brand-name appliance that's installed in many American homes.
So I tried the Lowe's internet site, under "Inskinkerator parts." Again, the part I needed was a no-show. So I headed out to the local Lowe's. I found a shelf full of Inskinkerator parts -- caps, mounts, and such -- but again, the part I needed was not on the shelf. As I looked for it, a young man in a black biker tee shirt leaned in close -- as typically happens to so-called "targeted individuals" when the community town watch brownshirt "team leader" orders a "store mob."
A salesman appeared and repeated the same line I heard from the guy who answered when I called Home Depot:
"Sorry, we don't carry that part."
I remarked, as I had done when I called Home Depot, that it was strange that the locking ring wouldn't be carried as store stock, when all those other parts were on display.
Upon my request, the salesman checked the Lowe's web site; he could not find the part. I asked him to check the Home Depot site, since I had seen it listed there earlier in the day. And guess what? The part didn't come up on his computer, even though I could see that he made all the right commands. I remarked, as I had done when I called Home Depot, that it was strange that the locking ring wouldn't be carried as store stock, when the Lowe's store carries a variety of other Insinkerator parts.
I strongly suspect that the fusion center network's "cyber unit" had tracked me to the Lowe's store -- and, I believe, used its command over the internet to "spoof" the Home Depot web pages, removing the part I needed from the queue. Such things have happened many times to me during parts searches on the internet -- apparent malicious manipulation of my telecommunications by a cyber unit assigned to "targeted individuals." Such personalized malicious surveillance must cost taxpayers hundreds of thousands of dollars per "T.I." each year.
I knew by this time that my frustrating search for the disposer part appeared to be another "gaslighting" -- contrived street theater, an invention of the fusion center- coordinated, police-protected "community watch" apparatus that extra-legally targeted persons call "gang stalking." It's a term propagated by government psy ops units to shield local law enforcement and community policing organizations from their involvement in what amounts to campaigns of domestic terrorism against targeted local residents.
So here's what I said:
"You know, you could really prove to me that Lowe's goes the extra mile for its customers. Why don't you ask your night manager if he could sell me the part off a floor sample? I'll pay you double the Home Depot web site price, which was $5.60. And you'll have a satisfied customer. You can even use my story as a testimonial in an ad."
The salesman agreed to ask the manager. But first, his phone rang. He answered -- and he just stood there nodding his head. Finally he said into the phone, "We'll have to re-order that for you." When his call was over, turned to me and said it was from a woman who had ordered a wrong item. I suspect the call was from another store employee, instructing the clerk on how to handle my request; the story about a woman calling about a wrong order sounded like more kabuki theater.
I remarked to the clerk, who literally had said next to nothing during the alleged call from the customer: "That was about the most one-sided conversation I ever heard." I detected his lips turning up in a slight smile.
Then he got back on the phone, and after a quick conversation, informed me that the manager said I could have the part -- for free.
"No," I protested. "I'm not walking out of Lowe's without paying for the part, and without a receipt."
"Then I won't sell you the part," the suddenly surly salesman said. "Look, I'll walk out of the store with you if you're worried about it."
"No," I said, that won't do. "Let's call the night manager and talk to him about this," I suggested, not smiling.
He got back on the phone, and after a brief moment, said, "We'll sell you the part for a dollar."
"Will I get a receipt?" I asked.
"You'll get a receipt." This time, he jotted down a "miscellaneous item" code and instructed me to take it to customer service.
I did. I paid a dollar plus tax. I got the part. And a printed receipt -- just in case the Bucks county fusion center community goon squad was thinking of setting me up for a shoplifting rap.
Think things like that just don't happen? A year ago, I was set up in another nearby township and ended up being assaulted by police, falsely arrested, handcuffed and imprisoned. A charge of misdemeanor "stalking" -- what was being done to me as part of an apparent set-up -- was later dismissed at a court hearing when Falls Township, PA police failed to produce a complainant.
But my night of "gang-stalking" kabuki theater and high-tech government torture was not over yet. I remembered that I needed some other hardware items, and returned to Lowe's. Almost immediately, I felt the oppressive "head in a vise" feeling, as if my brain were being pulled apart by a magnet. It was apparent that I again was under microwave attack by the multi-agency fusion center Gestapo's "information systems" defense contractor operatives.
As I searched the aisles, the head pain grew more intense; my legs nearly collapsed as I was overcome by an overwhelming fatigue -- as if I were walking through water.
I had disabled by cell phone -- which can be used as a targeting device by the microwave radar sweep of the cell tower- mounted radio frequency weapon system. So it was apparent that I was targeted by another technology -- perhaps via in-store, GPS-equipped video surveillance, which can transmit location coordinates to the fusion center network, or by some other "RFID" (radio frequency identification) system capable of detecting a signal from, say, my electronic car key, or even from an RFID tag contained in one of my credit cards.
The attack grew even more intense. Now I feared I might be floored, disabled, by the silent assault. So I put the battery back in my cell phone and dialed the Verizon DSL internet service number; it is apparent that all of my telecommunications, even my cell phone calls, are being monitored by the fusion center Gestapo.
After I received the recorded message, I said these words into the open line:
"I am again under microwave attack, and those who are doing this are committing a war crime."
Suddenly, the phone emitted a painfully loud high-pitched tone. As I took the phone away from my ear, I saw a message on the screen. I believe it read: "Call could not be completed."
The loud tone compounded the extreme pain I still was enduring. The pain literally drove me from the store. The phrase "active denial system," a government euphemism for one of its microwave pain-ray weapons, came to mind.
I returned to my car -- and found it unlocked. I strongly suspect the fusion center operatives used the car's GPS-activated "anti-theft immobilization" feature (which we did not order, but which, we were told by a car dealer, "came with the car") to remotely unlock the car -- yet another "gaslighting" stunt. (The term derives from an old movie by the same name, in which a husband manipulates the lighting and pulls other tricks to make his wife think she's going insane.)
I collapsed in the driver's seat, nearly inchoate, spent, exhausted. The fusion center Gestapo's apparent video and audio surveillance of the inside of my vehicle could verify my account -- if the rogues haven't already destroyed the evidence.
After about ten minutes in a state of mental and physical exhaustion, I felt well enough to drive. Not surprisingly, I noticed a car parked nearby with its headlights on, and the driver just sitting there -- the typical gang-stalker parking lot M.O.
I drove to a nearby Superfresh, in Lower Makefield, my home township, to pick up a dairy item. My cell phone was disabled. Once again, I was targeted with a pulsed microwave attack while walking the aisles -- so severe that I barely could walk. I found myself shuffling slowly like a crippled person. Again, an obvious stalker loomed nearby in the nearly empty store (it was just after 9 p.m.), and I drew stares from the night manager.
After making my purchase, I returned to the car, where I noticed that the cash machine had shorted me by $1.50 (the receipt confirmed this.) I returned to the store and said to the manager that I must have left some money in the change bin. No, a clerk said, in words to this effect:
"There's something wrong with that machine, so we have to give you the right amount." He handed me a dollar and two quarters even before I told him how much I was owed.
As I left the Superfresh, I drew more glares from the night manager. I intend to go back to the store soon, to introduce myself, and to suggest that he read this article.
Or is it a futile exercise to try to enlighten those who are conditioned to believe what they are told -- especially if it's from an off-duty cop or firefighter?
Your comments are welcomed in the space below, despite the fact that few remarks from "real" readers seem to get through the "filter" -- at least what I see over my government operative- surveilled, hacked and censored internet connection.
P.S. -- I was under microwave attack in my home as I wrote the first part of this article. Then, later, the pain subsided and the attack appeared to end. Maybe the good people on the inside aren't just listening -- maybe they are starting to ACT.
From my lips to God's ears...
READERS, HELP GOD OUT -- MAKE THIS VIRAL.
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