Okay I want to share with you the entirety of my bizarre story. It is a true story. Late last year I was the biggest target of the Department of Homeland Security. This happened in Long Beach, California. It started in August. For whatever reason I came under DHS surveillance. At first I ran into around 20 surveillance agents per day: at coffeehouses, at the university campus (Cal State Long Beach), on buses, etc. The same old technique that I had already become familiar with (that was another story): surveillance agents wearing ear phones with ipods or CD players or using lap tops with bugs in them, etc. Because I was able to point them out easily (I did that because they did something to piss me off gravely, but that was yet another story) the Department of Homeland Security became alarmed and increased the number of surveillance agents around me, which made it even easier to identify them, since my environment had literally changed. At a certain point for inexplicable reasons they went into a state of emergency and one day they locked down the part of Los Angeles that I traversed through. That day I counted 70 or so surveillance agents. My website went down. (It was hosted on a server in Britain. What is usually done is that the agents here call up the security service in Britain to move the server in question to another server for a day, and then move the content back to the original server; the second server is then carried off for analysis. You would then notice that your website is down during the time of the transfer of the server and that when it comes back on the content you have added to your website during that day of transfer disappeared: it has been carried off.) They continued to increase the surveillance agents around me, and I was able to point them out publicly ever more easily. This was partly because their surveillance agents looked more grotesque than ordinary people.
At this time a vast number of black Cadillac limousines with tainted windows started showing up in my neighborhood, which, as a ghetto, had never seen even one before. Evidently many important people were surprised by my “special ability” to detect surveillance and came to see me in person. Just now the Department of Homeland Security geared up for a full-scale surveillance war. When I got on the bus there would be no real passengers at all on it but only their surveillance agents pretending to be passengers. They apparently had evacuated the bus on previous stops and re-filled it with surveillance agents only. The whole city of Long Beach went into a covert state of emergency, as librarians and bus drivers were all told to watch out for me. This was October. My neighborhood had become a circus: everyday when I went out the street would be peopled with strange looking surveillance agents pretending to be homeless or disabled moving about slowly or pretending to be holding up signs (house for sale and so on) or reading newspaper in the car. The neighborhood looked completely abnormal. I talked openly on the phone about this to show them that I still knew what was going on. As the matter progressed finally DHS decided to seal me up permanently in a “surveillance bubble”: everywhere I went the place would be evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents pretending to be doing whatever. When I went to the university library (at both Cal State Long Beach and UCLA), the place would have been evacuated and re-filled with their bum-looking secret agents pretending to be students studying (most of these were hired temporarily for the occasion, mostly 18 to 19 year-olds, and none of them looked like students at all); the coffeehouse I frequented was permanently evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents pretending to be employees and customers; in fact the entire neighborhood I was living in seemed evacuated – I don’t know what, but the streets were filled only with surveillance agents pretending to be pedestrians; all nearby stores were evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents. Where did the original inhabitants go? Perhaps the extraordinary measures that the U.S. government had been preparing for sometime were ridiculously activated for this idiotic occasion and the “real people” had been sent to those FEMA concentration camps. I don’t know. If I went outside the city – such as to West Hollywood once – I’d find that the employee at Subway was already notified about me and about my dietary habits (he with his evil smile spelled out my order before I needed to tell him). This happened numerous times. The bus and metro lines that I rode regularly were permanently evacuated; when I rode them there would never be any real passengers but only surveillance agents on them – there must have been a team going ahead of my bus evacuating all those waiting for the bus at the bus stops and replacing them with surveillance agents – and the bus drivers had always to inform the DHS about where I got off, etc. Often they filled up the metro trains with so many fake passengers that there was hardly any room to breathe, even during the mid-day when normally there would be few people riding it. The DHS would continue to have the problem of “over-doing”.
Homeland Security agents started moving into my apartment building, and they regularly had my manager open my door – no, they don’t pick locks – so as to search my home while I was away. I knew this because, other than moving things around without putting them back in order, they regularly stole things from my place: my old cellphone, my phone jacks, my sweater, anything. My apartment was filled with bugs – you knew this when you talked to yourself in the apartment about surveillance techniques and the next day the surveillance would change in reaction to your feedback. The anti-virus software in my computer was disabled, and virus was inserted into my website.
Once I went to visit my grandfather in Alhambra (a district of mostly Chinese and Taiwanese immigrants) and the entire neighborhood was also evacuated and refilled with Korean, black, and Hispanic agent-extras pretending to be shopping and strolling and banking.
Not only did they have agents sign up for the internet forums I frequented, but once they evacuated physicsforum.com where I was posting my questions and replaced all users with their agents to bombard me with negative comments about my post.
This continued throughout the month of November and I was surrounded by about 1,000 surveillance agents per day with few repeats. For DHS I must have become a super monster genius who was too dangerous to be allowed to interact with ordinary people, all because of my “special ability” to be able to identify their “secret agents” by the mere sight of them. In reality I doubted anyone would have difficulty identifying them when the entire population in the environment was literally switched over. Most of these surveillance agents were clearly hired on the spot just for this because they were either disgruntled males who couldn’t get a job elsewhere or poor immigrants or ex-gang bangers and old folks “recruited” out of jail houses and nursing homes.
At the same time they tried on me special techniques they had just learned from somewhere else. They once had someone I knew lure me to a small “fake” concert in Universal City where the dozen or so audience and employees were their secret agents doing the pretending (the singers were pretenders from another agency working with them). The Department of Homeland Security was trying to learn the art of clandestine operation and was using me as guinea pig. They also enlisted the help of ordinary people in the campaign to fool me. Once I took a detour bus and went to a French restaurant in Manhattan Beach (not my usual stop) to celebrate my birthday with myself, but the DHS had evidently called up the owner and managed to have her greet in front of me their surveillance agents just coming in in order to fool me that they were real customers. When I went to the Taiwanese government office they would try the same: getting the officers there to pretend to handle documents of the surveillance agents coming in in order to make me think they were really there for visa purposes. At my church they had implanted several of their agents and they obligated some of the church officials to try to hook me up with one undercover agent, getting these good Christians to lie to me that the agent in question was a long time church member (I was a new member there).
Even when I went to a strip club once (the famous Jet Strip) the customers there were evacuated and replaced with a couple of red-neck DHS agents pretending to be customers. But thank God the stripers didn’t seem replaced, for they were pretty as usual.
Their purpose in all these seemingly pointless exercises was evidently to demonstrate their ability to fool me after I had insulted them by easily pointing out their “secret agents” in public. But the harder they tried, the more obvious the deception. For they bombarded me every single day with fake places and fake circumstances, fake customers and fake employees at fake stores, and fake websites on the internet, and had not learned that only a lie embedded in the context of truth could work to deceive.
What made me really uncomfortable however was that the Department of Homeland Security took great interest in my dietary habits. Their surveillance agents at the coffeehouse constantly asked me what brand of juice I was drinking or what brand of cigarettes I smoked, etc. I suspected that the restaurants I dined at all had to report to DHS what food I just ordered. Why would they want all this information in their dossier on me unless they were planning to poison me?
At this time a vast number of black Cadillac limousines with tainted windows started showing up in my neighborhood, which, as a ghetto, had never seen even one before. Evidently many important people were surprised by my “special ability” to detect surveillance and came to see me in person. Just now the Department of Homeland Security geared up for a full-scale surveillance war. When I got on the bus there would be no real passengers at all on it but only their surveillance agents pretending to be passengers. They apparently had evacuated the bus on previous stops and re-filled it with surveillance agents only. The whole city of Long Beach went into a covert state of emergency, as librarians and bus drivers were all told to watch out for me. This was October. My neighborhood had become a circus: everyday when I went out the street would be peopled with strange looking surveillance agents pretending to be homeless or disabled moving about slowly or pretending to be holding up signs (house for sale and so on) or reading newspaper in the car. The neighborhood looked completely abnormal. I talked openly on the phone about this to show them that I still knew what was going on. As the matter progressed finally DHS decided to seal me up permanently in a “surveillance bubble”: everywhere I went the place would be evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents pretending to be doing whatever. When I went to the university library (at both Cal State Long Beach and UCLA), the place would have been evacuated and re-filled with their bum-looking secret agents pretending to be students studying (most of these were hired temporarily for the occasion, mostly 18 to 19 year-olds, and none of them looked like students at all); the coffeehouse I frequented was permanently evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents pretending to be employees and customers; in fact the entire neighborhood I was living in seemed evacuated – I don’t know what, but the streets were filled only with surveillance agents pretending to be pedestrians; all nearby stores were evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents. Where did the original inhabitants go? Perhaps the extraordinary measures that the U.S. government had been preparing for sometime were ridiculously activated for this idiotic occasion and the “real people” had been sent to those FEMA concentration camps. I don’t know. If I went outside the city – such as to West Hollywood once – I’d find that the employee at Subway was already notified about me and about my dietary habits (he with his evil smile spelled out my order before I needed to tell him). This happened numerous times. The bus and metro lines that I rode regularly were permanently evacuated; when I rode them there would never be any real passengers but only surveillance agents on them – there must have been a team going ahead of my bus evacuating all those waiting for the bus at the bus stops and replacing them with surveillance agents – and the bus drivers had always to inform the DHS about where I got off, etc. Often they filled up the metro trains with so many fake passengers that there was hardly any room to breathe, even during the mid-day when normally there would be few people riding it. The DHS would continue to have the problem of “over-doing”.
Homeland Security agents started moving into my apartment building, and they regularly had my manager open my door – no, they don’t pick locks – so as to search my home while I was away. I knew this because, other than moving things around without putting them back in order, they regularly stole things from my place: my old cellphone, my phone jacks, my sweater, anything. My apartment was filled with bugs – you knew this when you talked to yourself in the apartment about surveillance techniques and the next day the surveillance would change in reaction to your feedback. The anti-virus software in my computer was disabled, and virus was inserted into my website.
Once I went to visit my grandfather in Alhambra (a district of mostly Chinese and Taiwanese immigrants) and the entire neighborhood was also evacuated and refilled with Korean, black, and Hispanic agent-extras pretending to be shopping and strolling and banking.
Not only did they have agents sign up for the internet forums I frequented, but once they evacuated physicsforum.com where I was posting my questions and replaced all users with their agents to bombard me with negative comments about my post.
This continued throughout the month of November and I was surrounded by about 1,000 surveillance agents per day with few repeats. For DHS I must have become a super monster genius who was too dangerous to be allowed to interact with ordinary people, all because of my “special ability” to be able to identify their “secret agents” by the mere sight of them. In reality I doubted anyone would have difficulty identifying them when the entire population in the environment was literally switched over. Most of these surveillance agents were clearly hired on the spot just for this because they were either disgruntled males who couldn’t get a job elsewhere or poor immigrants or ex-gang bangers and old folks “recruited” out of jail houses and nursing homes.
At the same time they tried on me special techniques they had just learned from somewhere else. They once had someone I knew lure me to a small “fake” concert in Universal City where the dozen or so audience and employees were their secret agents doing the pretending (the singers were pretenders from another agency working with them). The Department of Homeland Security was trying to learn the art of clandestine operation and was using me as guinea pig. They also enlisted the help of ordinary people in the campaign to fool me. Once I took a detour bus and went to a French restaurant in Manhattan Beach (not my usual stop) to celebrate my birthday with myself, but the DHS had evidently called up the owner and managed to have her greet in front of me their surveillance agents just coming in in order to fool me that they were real customers. When I went to the Taiwanese government office they would try the same: getting the officers there to pretend to handle documents of the surveillance agents coming in in order to make me think they were really there for visa purposes. At my church they had implanted several of their agents and they obligated some of the church officials to try to hook me up with one undercover agent, getting these good Christians to lie to me that the agent in question was a long time church member (I was a new member there).
Even when I went to a strip club once (the famous Jet Strip) the customers there were evacuated and replaced with a couple of red-neck DHS agents pretending to be customers. But thank God the stripers didn’t seem replaced, for they were pretty as usual.
Their purpose in all these seemingly pointless exercises was evidently to demonstrate their ability to fool me after I had insulted them by easily pointing out their “secret agents” in public. But the harder they tried, the more obvious the deception. For they bombarded me every single day with fake places and fake circumstances, fake customers and fake employees at fake stores, and fake websites on the internet, and had not learned that only a lie embedded in the context of truth could work to deceive.
What made me really uncomfortable however was that the Department of Homeland Security took great interest in my dietary habits. Their surveillance agents at the coffeehouse constantly asked me what brand of juice I was drinking or what brand of cigarettes I smoked, etc. I suspected that the restaurants I dined at all had to report to DHS what food I just ordered. Why would they want all this information in their dossier on me unless they were planning to poison me?
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