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2022-06-23 · 9:51 am

More hacking, stalking, gaslighting. Profiles begin to emerge. For the record.

There’s been some interesting techy activity recently in my little world. Even while writing this very post, in draft, it was disappeared from the screen and put into the trash. I got it back into draft, saved it in a text file, and restored the post. This happens really a lot. It’s just gaslighting. In court, whoever it is would just say they were having fun. But, as we’ll see, this is actually likely an attack on the free exercise of religion and free speech, both serious crimes, especially if it’s tied to any upcoming attacks. A brief history:

  • Perhaps unrelated, but I first noticed this kind of activity not too long ago when my two prized videos of the Discalced Carmelite Monastery’s Stations of the Cross that stretch alongside the cliff edge of Mount Carmel high above Haifa, Israel, were erased by someone hacking into my locked-down YouTube page, erasing just those videos. Perhaps some sort of extortion will be presented to me about those videos, to get them back. But I suspect this is a mere episode of gaslighting.
  • Anyway, provably, my blog subscriptions have been hacked, shadow-banning pretty much all would-be readers. I say provably because I help others with their emails because of their being presently incapacitated. I see the results of shadow-banning of myself inside their own communications.
  • Some months ago an Intel officer of some 28 years, a parishioner, who had done his job while a $50,000,00 bounty was on his head for many of those years, asked me about what I thought of the email he had sent me. “What email?” I asked. I had been getting emails from him regularly but not for some months more recently. While researching my difficulty in receiving his emails, he got me on the phone and together we delved into his address book. Someone had hacked into his address book, erased my address not only in the address book but in group emails, and had slightly changed only my email address so that whatever he would send to me would instead go to the hacker. That takes quite a bit of forethought and experience and determination to gaslight yours truly, using even extremely capable close friends. That’s annoying. This person is purposely trying to get caught doing this for the sake of gaslighting. Interesting facts for the growing profile.
  • For about the fifth time in as many years, usually for about three months at a time, a user of Microsoft Azure faking locations of Chicago and then Des Moines, started low-level hacking pretty much 24/7. It was right after I posted on that all too obvious trying-to-get-caught activity that such a hacker ran away with their hair on fire, screaming like a girl and needing a parachute to slow down. Or it might have been a friendly hacker who stopped this person in their tracks. Thanks for that. But the footprints left indicate that they just wanted to get caught, to gaslight. The one who trashed this post now seems to use iCloud out of Chicago, though Scamalytics puts it in Belverde, TX (near San Antonio). At any rate, the thing is, some people want to know what I have to say, even if for wildly self-contradictory reasons, and wouldn’t appreciate such gaslighting at all.
  • At any rate, another parishioner who wasn’t getting notifications on my blog for that entire time just yesterday informed me that their email system had been hacked as well, so that emails were simply blocked from certain people, that is, with all and only the blocked ones being Catholic, also friends of mine, parishioners, also from such as the chancery offices of the Catholic Diocese to which my parish belongs. This is all true of other parishioners. The same blocking also from me. All of this is discoverable. It’s all gaslighting, as it’s just so obvious. But it’s also about crippling communications.

While this cuts communications more broadly, it’s also quite specific to my parish. What if, say, Jane’s Revenge were to come here to bother us? Parishioners would want to know how to recover, and we would be crippled in doing that, right? Jane’s revenge has said that they will be doing things which also will hurt in hidden ways. This would be one of those hidden ways. And, after all, we’re quite vocal about doing what Jane’s Revenge hates so much: we promote respect for life from natural conception to natural death. We support the first and second amendments. We support the document, however inaccurate, that was leaked from the Supreme Court about the overturning of Roe v Wade and sending it back to voters in the States. That means we say no to abortion and pharmaceutical murder of children to use their organs for “vaccine” experimentation. We’re not woke, not deep state, not George Soros afficionados.

But this tiniest of all parishes in North America couldn’t possibly be on the radar of such people, could it? There are people who know.

Just to say, a guy and a gal (I guess), claiming to be students at Western Carolina University just up the road from the parish visited the parish just minutes after parishioners had left Sunday Mass a while back. I don’t know who they were, although I could easily pick them out of a line-up still today. I spoke with them for quite a while. It was memorable because just so very annoying. They were self-hyped as grass roots funded community organizers practicing full-on Critical Race Theory, so hateful, so disgusting. If there’s one thing that presses my buttons, it’s those who pretend to be racists so as to promote racism, Marxists all. I’m pretty good at playing such overconfident idiots. Instead of my falling for their baiting, they, upon my questioning, said it was actually just one person funding their activities and he wanted to remain anonymous. Get that? And… and… they were specifically interested in knowing if we could defend ourselves if we were attacked in church. Get that? It’s like a pre-confession of crimes they’re going to commit. They were clearly casing local churches to get the database of viability of attacks that Jane’s Revenge is proud to say they’ve been working on for a long time and now have.

The one guy (100% looks like him, and he’s very, um, peculiar) seems to have showed up more recently coming out of the drug house behind me with an accomplice, obviously intent on doing home invasions specifically of the rectory. I know this because I happened upon them while I was returning home at midnight after giving Last Rites to a parishioner just before they went off to the hospital. Thanks for the incredible timing, Guardian Angel.

Lastly, if you know, you know:

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2022-01-02 · 5:33 am

C’mon, DISA! Tiny humor can’t be forbidden. Help needed.

A military intel officer of some 28 years, in field ops, but who also did up some work at DISA at Fort Meade across from the NSA, called me up from across the country the other day to ask what the deal was with my not answering his personal emails to me. I told him that I used to get his humor-meme emails all the time, but then they quit. And no recent personal emails at all.

Typical of the lifetime military intel field officers that I know, this guy is forever re-forwarding humor-memes in group emails. It’s humor therapy. Like any Geico commercial has it: If you’re a life-time field officer, having seen way too much for your lifetime, it’s what you do. Humor is a balm for the soul. Ask any VA volunteer with enough clearance to talk to these guys and they’ll tell you the same thing. Humor is essential. But the humor stopped coming my way, many months ago. Uh-oh.

I asked our intel hero if, after he had set up his group email, he had ever gone back in to the group email-setup to edit any of the addresses. Never, he said, not ever. While we talked I had him check my address. Someone had hacked into his email, went to that group list, changed just my address to something he wouldn’t question, but really quite different, both for the group list and for the general address list. In other words, our humorless hacker guy has been getting emails that were supposed to be sent to me, both memes and personal, from our hero intel officer for a long time. I didn’t even know these communications existed.

Hacking into other people’s emails – those associated with me – and redirecting them to an email address that looks like mine but is not? I’ve had plenty of stalkers in my life, but this is the next level of creepy. Of course, that guy can start playing me as well, answering real people as if he were me. CREEPY.

I’ve been dealing with stuff like this all my life because of what CCS at DoS in conjunction with DSCC in Rosslyn did to me a lifetime ago in favor of one of their field operatives who looks like me and who’s the same age as me, who has the same travels and languages as me. It was nothing against me personally (it never is), but it was just convenient for them at the time.

But this is not them. It’s all entirely different. And it crosses the line. This involves real people in my parish, national heroes, messing with them, gaslighting them, also stalking them because of me. That’s not cool.

So, here’s my request to DISA, NSA, CIA, FBI, DoS, DoJ, DEA and anyone who has ever been involved with me, hunt down this freak-boy hacker-stalker-guy and shut him down in favor of my 28 year military intel friend. Just a favor, tiny as it is. Thanks. It’s just tiny, you know, tiny, as in, like, tiny. Get it? Tiny?

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2018-01-07 · 5:36 am

Internet stalker guy runs two steps: motus in fine velocior

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Just like a textbook study. It’s like this guy is an ossified manualist turning pages and checking off database indicators, still not realizing that baiting baiters can be double reversed, or is that…? But this guy is waaaay too clever for that. This is the guy who writes the manuals. ;-)

Anyway, very quickly in the last number of hours he’s dissociated himself from himself, in two steps.

  • Firstly, he has made of himself not just the speaker for people of the present time, but also for all peoples of past ages, a spirit — dare I say a holy spirit in his mind? — who is disembodied from the stalker himself, you know, an other.
  • Secondly, it is no longer he who is doing the stalking (as that would be bad), but rather it is merely a spirit, apart from himself, who is doing the stalking, a spirit, however, in whom he revels.

The first level of dissociation is not reached by many before they are tossed into prison for unspeakable crimes. He’s now gone a step beyond that.

Typical in all this is the intensity of ideology. The more he tries to claim he is “of tradition”, the more he falls into referencing cultural indicators of ephemeral merely extrinsic value. He’s lost the plot if he’s ever had it. The prouder he is of being in control of that which he mocks, the more he reveals himself as a fraud. Perhaps he begins to see his own inconsistencies and how much he’s revealed about himself. And then he becomes afraid of his own failure, afraid of his own revelation and, you guessed it, he runs away from himself. And this is what flicks the switch, when people, in such self-made dissociation, become violent.

The problem is that even those who do this for a living, that is, baiting and evaluating and writing reports, can fall into their own trap, unbeknownst to themselves, and take matters into their own hands, believing their very own baiting. Not having the plot, the reality of who we are before God, they become their own reality. It all falls apart from there.

Either we have our identity in Christ Jesus or we crunch in on ourselves. But what to do for the one who, so utterly dissociating his good image of himself from the other he has created comes to an impasse and cannot find “closure”, some sort of logical fix. Perhaps they are to absolved of any malicious intent at that stage. But, as Cardinal Ratzinger way back in his seminary days said, an erroneous conscience does not sanctify.

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2017-12-29 · 10:33 am

Internet bully channels “the people” moving from mere troll to stalker

constitution we the people flag

For our baiting the baiters series, let’s try a run-on sentence by stating that there are trolls who get high on smashing others down anonymously, feeling powerful in their cowardliness, and then there are misanthropes who, pretending to be the more innocent internet troll, instead with a more sinister side, stalk others who they feel challenge their worldview that is the only view to be allowed by them in the world, so that they become the voice of “the people” whether anyone agrees with that channeling or not, which is perhaps the reason why the stalker pretending to be a mere troll also remains anonymous, you know, because they are the mere voice of “the people”, but in this they are a voice of power, you know, of the proletariat, with all the adrenaline and self-importance that brings. In one of my internet bully’s frequent comments, which somehow get stuck in the moderation queue, he referenced his speaking for the rights of “the people.”

Let me see… Where have I seen that phrase previously? Was it with Abe Lincoln and his Gettysburg Address, something about a government by, of and for the people not perishing from the face of the earth, being inspired, you know, by the opening words of the U.S. Constitution, “We the people”, words which are also consonant with individual rights including freedom of speech by individuals, the free exercise of religion by individuals, etc? Those words made the likes of Engels and then Marx become very agitated, enough that they became in their own minds the incarnation of “the people,” speaking for the make pretend “people” of their ideology regardless of whether that ideology had any reflection in reality or not.

This “the people” thing represents a paradigmatic shift, going from a merely self-absorbed annoying troll to a Promethean stalker with an imagined mandate of “the people.” As with dialectical materialism referencing “the people”, this imagined stalking mandate of “the people”  brings with it a licence to commit whatever kind of violence on whatever level. But that’s just cold analysis. Cyber stalking has a number of characteristics, any one of which or combination thereof can get someone jailed, especially when it is made clear to the stalker guy that his advances (read into that word whatever you want: see Romans 1) are unwanted. Hey! Anonymous cyber-stalker guy! Your activities are unwanted. Now you’ve been told, clearly. But you’ve already crossed legal lines in a number of ways.

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2016-07-15 · 9:29 am

CCW Priests: Sensitivity Training! Providing the narration: you to me…

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Laudie-Dog the Attack Dog invites aggressors to pet her with her great smile. When they least expect they are caught by surprise by her master and they have to lay down their weapons. Sensitivity training isn’t needed by Laudie-Dog the ever so Surreptitious Attack Dog.

Anecdote One: One of the Police officers in Western North Carolina (I know many) told me a story that he can repeat surely so as to get out of any dreaded and traumatizing idiotic sensitivity training which the Army, for instance, puts the infantry through now every six months, making them so sick of this pandering rubbish that they leave the military altogether. But this is a really good story about good sensitivity!

So, a drugged up invincible with no pain druggie guy takes out his gun and fires at the Officer, misses, then runs. The foot chase is on. The Officer didn’t return fire against the druggie. The bullets fired at him, he can see, are not well aimed. The druggie runs into a river and turns and fires again multiple times at the Officer, who, however, doesn’t return fire at all. It’s pitiful, really. The druggie guy runs further across the river (all rivers being pretty shallow here in the mountains) and the Officer pursues him and tackles him and struggles with him in the river, both half drowning, guns everywhere.

The druggie gets cuffed and booked and thrown in the slammer. After a year or so, he has a chat with the Officer, thanking him for not killing him, as suicide was his intention all along, wanting to do the ol’ suicide by police trick. But now he wanted to live and knew the Officer saved his life. The Officer could see this quite plainly from the start. No danger. He was sensitive to this guy just needing help. Crazy of the Officer not to return fire? No. Just good hearted. It takes sensitivity.

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Anecdote Two: A snippet from a chapter of my autobiography (eight years old)

On my way home [three miles away] from a great swim, but on a particularly cold night, way below zero on the Fahrenheit scale [Minnesota in February], and with eyes seeing chlorine halos around every distant light, I noted that a very expensive looking black Cadillac Limousine started following me at my walking pace, about forty yards out. He had followed me a couple of other times, but from about 100 yards out. This narrowing of the range was creepy. I was on the road since the sidewalk had about a foot of snow cover. But now, to escape, I ran up the mountain of snow separating the road from the sidewalk, which was set back from the road about twenty feet. I walked along the sidewalk, to no avail. The car stayed exactly forty yards back. He knew what he was doing. I was just at a point where the sidewalk ended in front of a deep, culverted ditch that was being filled in with building demolition, parts of brick walls and great slabs of cement floors, with jagged metal I-beams that poked through the snow and ice with dark menace. I stared at this, imagining myself escaping along this impassable route, but being put off at the thought of freezing to death with a broken leg a half mile from the road, not to be found until the following Summer, if ever.

I jumped back out on the road, right where my stalker would be able to grab me. Back in the day, there were no houses in any direction for about a half a mile along that stretch of road. The field next to me, blanketed with about three feet of snow, up to my chest at that time, stretched all the way to a forest about three miles away. It was pitch dark. I thought I was dead for sure.

And yet, if you can’t run, you can fight, even if you are only eight years old, as I had learned some months previously. I was braver than I was smart. I turned and walked straight to the car and, when offered a ride – just as I thought – I took it. This seemed stupid even to me, but it also seemed like the only option, and so, therefore, smart. I thought I was going to end up in the car one way or the other, but if I took the initiative, the psychological dynamics were such that I could have the upper hand, at least for a while, until I figured out a definitive escape. What a stupid eight-year old! But I was filled with adrenaline once again. And I had not forgotten the bit [mentioned in an earlier part of the autobiography] about letting people hang themselves if that’s what they wanted to do. I learned later on what our Lord did with Judas.

This fellow in the Cadillac Limousine was perhaps in his thirties, and may have been merely the driver for someone else somewhere else. His job for the evening was acquirement (kidnapping). At any rate, he knew his business; it was clear he had done this before. [He] interrogated me about exactly where I lived in town and then what my name was. When he heard the name, he asked me to repeat it, again and again. I told him, and said that my dad had been the mayor of the city (of 48,000 people at the time) and was now an attorney at law, and also worked at the State Legislature, and headed up the biggest law firm in central Minnesota. He asked me repeatedly if I was sure that was my father. Sure? I almost broke out laughing. But instead I also mentioned my uncle by name, since he was the chief emergency responder in the city. At that point, he stopped the car abruptly, right there on the icy street, far from anywhere, at night, way below freezing, commanding me to get out. I mocked him with a sing-song voice, saying he could meet my dad if he wanted to drive me the rest of the way. That wasn’t very intelligent on my part, but he sped away, thank God. I tried to get the license plate number, but it was too dark. I was dumb enough to be a bit too happy with myself, having gotten 1-1/2 miles closer to home in a nice car. I had no idea that I had been in most grave danger, out of which few come out alive.

/// Let’s update that story. Let’s say I was twelve years old for the sake of argument and had a CCW (those were the days in 1972, right?). As it is, I already had my gun training on my 12th birthday at the shooting range in the basement of the local VFW Granite Post 428. You finish the story for me. Be sensitive… And don’t just say I shouldn’t be so stupid as to be on my own at night at such a young age and condemn my parents. Those were different times. Also, I loathe limiting my liberty because of threats. O.K. Now, train me in…

Story modification: If you think that’s an emotionally unfair scenario, take an incident when I was 30 years old, walking from the Sea of Galilee to Jerusalem the day before Saddam’s assault on Israel with scud missiles. I had intended to make it into Jerusalem just minutes before it started… I was delayed for five minutes by Islamicist knucklehead teenagers who ran up to me and were dragging me off the road and me trying my best to break their grip on me and continue on my merry way. They were screaming stuff about Saddam and happy that they had an American in their possession. They were just nervous and “brave” before the war, as expected. Good kids, I’m sure. But good kids and choose to do nefarious things for the sake of fame and adrenaline. They were successfully dragging me away, out of public view (in the middle of nowhere West Bank), but then some older and wiser guy told them to let me go. A felicitous ending, but what if the older and wiser guy wasn’t around, and what if these guys were screaming out Alahu Akbar instead? And what if – ;-) – the IDF let me carry. You finish the story for me. Be sensitive…

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