Wicked Game – Chapter 39

“You Bury Me — Part 3”

You’d better free your mind instead.

The party I’d just been invited to by Dan the FBI informant is happening the very next night, July 17, 2010 at 10PM. What’s the angle, I wonder?

Dan is 20 (though I’m thinking this might have coincided with his birthday…can’t recall). There’s the possibility of underaged drinking, so there’s the possibility of a contributing-to-the-delinquency charge.

I checked the address on Google maps on the iPhone. As I recall, I could not actually find that house there nor at a tax map site, but knew where it should be. I grabbed a hat after dark and took a walk over and around the block of the house that Dan, Walter and some other people were renting. I looked for easy escape routes in case of a raid. Taking note of those, I went back home.

The next night it was raining. As I intended to walk, I waited, texted Dan that it was supposed to stop around 11. He texted back that that would be fine.

I showed up to see what was happening. It was BYOB, so I walked over to a local deli and bought myself a couple of beers.

There were some interesting conversations with strangers. One was mildly creepy: The discussion of sociopaths. I mentioned the one I met in college, who, by the way, made national news not long after 9/11 for threatening a Muslim cleric in Canada. He apparently got a visit from the Secret Service as a result of that and was his typical loudmouthed, belligerent self. Think of De Niro’s character in the Cape Fear remake with less redneckyness but the same racist, sexist, penchant for violence and a pathological determination. He had joined the USMC for the express purpose of getting to kill someone. He never got that opportunity there, missed the Gulf Wars and was given an other-than-honorable discharge for going UA–that’s marine talk for AWOL. They had actually grabbed him out of my Pinto when they caught up with him at my college. I was relieved when he was gone. He did, however, introduce me to my partner of 14 and a half years.

Jared and Dan had broken up at some point after our evening of “fun.” Jared seemed restless.

The live music was great, however, and Jared played in one of them. He’s talented.

There was a burlesque show. A young lady with tassels on her nipples had people eating ice cream off of her stomach after an impressive belly dance. I was, of course, on a “diet” and did not partake in that. On occasion I pass up free ice cream, too.

Walter was off, I was told, on an AIDS bike race.

Dan was not at all what he seemed the previous time we met. Instead of the bright-eyed, naïve kid I thought he was, I saw a brilliant and calculating nerd. He was one smart cookie. In fact, I’d say of most of the people I’ve met over the past two years, he’s bound to have been ranked among the top for IQ.

When I asked where Walter was, he told me about the race and that Walter does what I can only call a “furry” sex show with another person named Tim. Tim gets the receiving end of a dildo. That, Dan implied, was the explanation for what “practicing on Tim” had meant when Walter and Chris mentioned that in front of me at Pizza Luce the month before.

Except I had never mentioned Tim to Dan. Dan wasn’t even in earshot when Walter and Chris said that in front of me. The only person I’d told had been the FBI agent I met with that Monday afterwards.

A slip? Or is Dan just so goddamn clever as I said?

Expect our corrupt system to mete out more punishment for Dan for attempting to use his First Amendment rights when the party of “let’s make a war” showed up in St. Paul. It’s not enough to get him fired, ruin a relationship, try to make him their slave…wait this is starting to sound familiar. They will screw him again for being smarter than they are. I tip my hat to the young man. It is a clear violation of Title 18 USC Section 241 – Conspiracy Against Rights, what they did to him. That it’s the same asshats who are supposed to be protecting US citizens from that shit actually doing it is just another sign as to how ironic things are in the lawless Old New West we live in these days.

While Dan and some others and I stood out front having a smoke and a conversation, a group of several couples walked by. The males in the group, all professional in appearance, late 30s to early 40s or so, were clearly inebriated or pretended to be. One of them shouted, “Hey, show us your tits!”

Dan shouted something back and unbuttoned his shirt. Some of the other guys did likewise. Dan asked me to as well, so I did even though I could not believe the shit I was witnessing and felt silly.

One of the men, probably around 5′ 8″ or so, dark hair, came up to Dan and got right up in his face. It was curiously not hostile and yet it was confrontational.

Jesus Christ…he’s FBI. This is a show designed to make me think there’s animosity between the “gay ecoterrorists” and them. I’m supposed to feel protective of Dan, I suppose, supposed to become radicalized because “the man” is picking on my “sisters.”

Really, the agent’s acting wasn’t that great. It was fairly clear that Dan was acting as well.

But I still wasn’t getting the full picture. Not yet. Why did they want me nailed, caught, so badly? That was the question that remained.

And it got even sillier later with my conversation with Jared. He gave me a rabblerousing speech. “People are getting hurt out there! I want to pick up a gun and shoot someone! Something is happening, I can feel it.”

I told him that that was exactly what they want. If you resort to violence, it will justify all the lies they’ve been telling [1], justify the phony intelligence they’ve been cooking up, and they will easily have your ass in jail because they have a virtual army, including DHS.

But I could feel something as well. It’s palpable. It’s what the Tea Party (I mean the folks; not the lying, opportunistic sociopaths who try to corral them and direct their ire at government but not the private industry who owns it) feels as well.

I also said that, should the day come when they can falsify elections, court trials, and they start rounding people up without cause and due process, that then it’s probably time to think about taking it back.

Maybe Jared knew what he was doing and wasn’t Walter’s “camouflage.” I can’t be certain. He made it known he had issues with drug use. Maybe they were blackmailing/coercing him as well with the threat of some drug-related charge.

Or maybe they were offering to pay him or they as they had with Islamic informants who could turn up/create a terrorist. Maybe he was jonesing and they offered to pay him so he could go get a fix. Really, we are at that point, people. These creeps will exploit anything, look for your weak points and apply pressure. Why not a drug addiction?

The irony here, I still wasn’t thinking of MKULTRA. I still wasn’t getting that massive psychological operations are not only possible, they are already happening [2]. I wasn’t aware that they can and undoubtedly do use technology like acoustic psycho-correction to sway judges, juries, reporters, and other key people. I surely didn’t see NDAA coming and allowances for indefinite detention on mere suspicion of terrorism and allowing DoD to run psychological operations on the American people with Congress’ and the White House’ blanket consent.

They are squeezing every last penny out of 9/11 and Islamophobia that they can. Adding gays, transgender, peace activists, etc. to the list of suspects just makes it easier for the next great financial ripoff and loss of civil liberties to happen since there will be fewer people to complain and take to the streets with signs. Remember that poem, “When they came for me…?” That’s why we should be pulling together and demanding better from our institutions. I didn’t know that the DOD was running psy ops on the Senate, for example, to secure more funding (and I have to think, to invade Iran. Tell me that doesn’t seem to be working and tell me that we really need another Iraq or Afghanistan on our hands) as has been reported by the AP and Rolling Stone.

I was given one last chance to try to start an insurrection on the way home when Jared rode his bike by me and gave me a stern, imploring look. I just waved.

I haven’t seen Dan since the party (nor Walter since “bridge night”), but I did run into Jared several more times. Mostly it was at the grocery store, but I also saw him in Dinkytown and he invited me to see his new band play at the Kittycat Club.

I told him that his band reminded me of 16 Horsepower. Though less gothic/horror than that band, they got the “billy” part down. The other bands that night were mostly rockabilly as well. I was seeing a trend.


Yeah, I know, the picture looks a bit like I was trying to photograph Bigfoot or something. Not the best camera for dark shots. He’s the one on the left. It sounded like he was turning things in his life around.

And that’s roughly it. What I also didn’t know was that the DOD, CIA, DHS and other institutions along with the only things they actually serve: their corporate partners, had already declared war on the American people. I don’t think that’s even debatable at this point. The only place they seem to doing the right thing is on TV shows. A very, very important reminder: that’s fiction.

How we handle it is what’s going to define us for a long time to come.


On January 23, 2012, I sent a letter to the office of the Inspector General of the Department of Justice. This was the response:


1 See for example the double-standard regarding the Charlie Hebdo situation. On the one hand, they claim Islam hates freedom. On the other, they take freedoms away. The plot to annoy us all into joining their genocide is fully underway.

Glenn Greenwald, “France Arrests a Comedian For His Facebook Comments, Showing the Sham of the West’s ‘Free Speech’ Celebration,” First Look/The Intercept, 14 January 2015:


Since that glorious “free speech” march, France has reportedly opened 54 criminal cases for “condoning terrorism.” AP reported this morning that “France ordered prosecutors around the country to crack down on hate speech, anti-Semitism and glorifying terrorism.”

J.D. Tuccille, “What’s a Terrorist Attack If Not An Excuse for More Domestic Spying?: Driven by a need to appear proactive, and a taste for power, government officials once again exploit a murderous incident to increase their authority over us,” Reason, 14 January 2015:


Following on last week’s terrorist attacks in France, the British government has dusted off a long-sought “snooper’s charter”—better known as the Data Communications Bill—to ease the power of officials to track people’s private communications.

There’s no evidence that the bill would have prevented the Charlie Hebdo attack, but that incident is why you should pass the bill.

And their strict adhesion to class as determining whether or not the law applies:

Glenn Greenwald, “Dianne Feinstein, Strong Advocate of Leak Prosecutions, Demands Immunity For David Petraeus,” First Look/The Intercept, 12 January 2015:


This man has suffered enough in my view,” Feinstein said on CNN’s “State of the Union” on Sunday…

2 From the Snowden cache, the UK’s NSA, GCHQ / JTRIG, on dividing people surreptitiously and disrupting democratic action:

JTRIG slide identifying and exploiting fracture points

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Wicked Game – Chapter 38

“You Bury Me — Part 2”

Nobody upping his worth

I went home and to bed. I debated what to do, if anything. Seemed the obvious was that if, if, these kids did something stupid like shut down cellphone service in Minneapolis, then I could easily be in deep shit for having been with them on their scouting mission.

Calling it in and leave it up to FBI how to handle it seemed to make the most sense. I did that later in the morning, left a message or something.

I got a return call some time later, could I come in Monday morning? I agreed though I didn’t really see the need.

Just as I was headed out the door, I realized that the railroad tool resembled a pipe bomb.

Railroad tool or pipe bomb?

I am headed to a Federal building. That might not be a good idea.

I took the photo you see there and left the tool at the apartment.

I met with one agent. Told him the basics about opening the tunnel covers, etc.

He wanted to know why I hung out with them. I said something like we had bonded around being gay. I really didn’t know the answer. In fact, that’s about as much reason as anything else. I did not understand why all of this to-do. It didn’t make sense. The constant harassment, the craziness…there had to be a reason and not following leads did not seem a good way to find out. There had to be simpler, less intrusive and offensive means of dealing with whatever apparent misunderstanding had occurred was my thinking at the time. Of course, there wasn’t one. The US government and megacorporations no longer have any separation to speak of and consider the American people the enemy if for no other reason than still having a few dollars in their pockets and that darned ability to sometimes think for themselves and see through the bullshit.

Of course it all makes sense once you realize that the ultimate goal was the protection of an illegal clandestine program designed to control or steer the political discourse and policy course of the United States. Creating havoc in a country that has not been allowed to stop thinking about terrorism for a single moment since 9/11 would have predictable results. More privatization of security, more contracts for chummy private corporations who take care of their friends on the inside. More influence of the larger, more influential industry leaders be they energy, defense or the financial sector itself making money for a few.

As the interview progressed, I gave him the details I knew: Walter’s supposed birthday; Dan’s phone number; Chris’ place of employment.

The agent had pen and paper but clearly was not writing down what I was giving him. It occurred to me that there’s probably a very good reason for the bench for people to wait on in the lobby in that building. I figured it was all recorded, video taped. Maybe they even have a body language expert watch or review it.

But that wasn’t all. It was because the FBI knew these guys already because they were doing what they do for them. But I hadn’t realized that yet. They were more interested in me.

We discussed why some of that might have been a “half-assed hit” (half because it would have required my drugged state to complement the offers of doing something fatally dumb). They weren’t terribly interested in carrying it out on their own, but had been directed to try or directed to make me think that they were.

The agent said that he didn’t think so. I even mentioned some of those old blogging subjects (didn’t think to, but perhaps should have, mentioned Sibel Edmonds).

Then I said, “There was a…a thing there for me to protect myself. It looked like a pipe bomb. Can you imagine if I walked into a building like this with that in my hand?”

His eyes went wide as he thought about that.

I continued, “It wasn’t a pipe bomb…I think it’s a railroad tool of some kind. Seen them as a kid near railroad tracks.”

“We’d be appreciative of any further information you can provide.”

And that was the end of the interview. If he made the connection to the FBI’s screw-up with Richard Jewel, he didn’t show it. Jewel was someone that they thought suffered from Munchausen syndrome, someone they thought created a terror attack so he could be the big hero afterwards. You know, like the CIA did on 9/11 with torture and the FBI and NYPD have been doing ever since. They eventually found that they were wrong about Jewel and pipe bombs were the work of a radical rightwing group.

I decided to leave it alone.

Then several days later, no further apparent developments in the making, I figured, “What the hell?”

I went to the 501 in the hopes of seeing them again. They weren’t there. Neither was their lesbian “boss.”

However, while I was standing outside having a smoke, there was a young man speaking to a young woman. He mentioned the Saloon (the most popular gay bar in Minneapolis, where I spent many an evening, some recently). He, though very probably straight, described very closely my experience at the Saloon including some details regarding the entertainment there. The kind of details that a surveillance team would have.

Then he said, pointing to the one of the tallest skyscrapers (could have been Wells Fargo, maybe IDS or Capella), “That’s where Batman would be, if he were here. Up at the top.”

Let me jump way back to my first recollection of even hearing about mind-altering substances like LSD. It was when my patents were explaining to me what happened to the daughter of that nice man on TV I’d seen all those times. I was about four years old when that happened.

This young man, the one I now often refer to as ‘Janus,’ who I lean toward thinking was operative, not simply some dupe being fed what to say via V2S, is one of the things that is most troublesome about this whole affair. He had to know exactly what he was doing. I was drugged and these motherf***ers tried repeatedly to use that to get me to “Darwin award” myself out of existence (and I haven’t even gotten to many of the attempts to drive me to suicide and what those entailed). There is just no other way to look at it.

We are teaching these kids to be fascists. There’s just no other way to look at that. It’s fun to see if we can torture and murder each other, I take it. Let’s show thousands of security employees that the law is just for everyone else and that you, too, can pull a search warrant out of your balls (Google it).

He also mentioned another personal matter or two which I cannot recall at the moment. Clearly knew my bidness.

I went home disgusted by that sad prank. I figured this little adventure was over.

Then, on July 16, 2010, Dan contacted me again.

Dan 2nd text

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Wicked Game – Appendix B

Appendix B – Correspondence

December 3, 2014


Senate Judiciary Subcommittee on the Constitution, Civil Rights, and Human Rights
c/o Senator Dick Durbin, presiding
711 Hart Senate Building [1]
Washington, DC 20510
via email: info@judiciary-dem.senate.gov


Subject: Hearing to be held on 9 December 2014, State of Civil and Human Rights in the United States Statement of Record and Information for the Subcommittee



My name is Christopher Clark Knall. I currently reside in Michigan. For ten years, I worked in New York City as a real estate consultant from various offices in the 1251 Avenue of the Americas building. For reasons that are complicated and long in description, I was, beginning on or about December of 2009, subject to intense and prolonged psychological harassment that is best described in short as similar to that described in the Church/Tower Committee Hearings as Cointelpro. While I cannot, given the secretive and surreptitious nature of those who carry out such acts, state categorically that this was the work of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, I am convinced that someone at the Bureau is aware of my case and knows who is responsible.

My own best guess has been that the motivators in my case were individuals at the Central Intelligence Agency and perhaps partners at the National Security Agency. Further, though there is an issue regarding methods which the CIA especially is known to be charged with protecting, rather I think the real issue was that the CIA was spying on my clients and other tenants in the building in which I worked, likely utilizing surveillance technology on loan or borrowed from the NSA, for purposes beyond national security. In short, I believe individuals in these two agencies were performing insider trading and other financial shenanigans while using me as a patsy in the event that any of the parties that they were spying on realized it, they could pretend that I was the culprit and keep their true methods (and purposes) from being exposed.

I would also add that though there might be some on the surface some legitimate claim to protecting methods, these methods are almost certainly being employed by all sorts of groups for all sorts of purposes, whether they be corporate, private contractors, radical individuals within our political parties, even powerful individuals. Given that, it is highly unlikely that either agency would be sincere in citing this as motive. Rather, it seems much more like covering up criminal activity with other criminal activity. At the very best, the harassment activities are a violation of USC Title 18 Section 241, Conspiracy Against Rights:

If two or more persons conspire to injure, oppress, threaten, or intimidate any person in any State, Territory, Commonwealth, Possession, or District in the free exercise or enjoyment of any right or privilege secured to him by the Constitution or laws of the United States, or because of his having so exercised the same;…

They shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than ten years, or both; and if death results from the acts committed in violation of this section or if such acts include kidnapping or an attempt to kidnap, aggravated sexual abuse or an attempt to commit aggravated sexual abuse, or an attempt to kill, they shall be fined under this title or imprisoned for any term of years or for life, or both, or may be sentenced to death.

Rather, as you’ll see, the pattern of harassment was designed to accomplish several things at once: destroy me emotionally, psychologically, sociologically, and financially; to remove all hope and to provoke me to violent action, either against myself or others; and to make it seem as though I am suffering from mental illness, that all of this is a figment of an insane mind.

How I came to the conclusions as to who is likely responsible and why is a long, arduous tale, but let me mention that my clients and other tenants included foreign banks such as the Peoples’ Bank of China and even the Canadian Consulate General, but also domestic banks like JP Morgan Chase, brokerage firms, law firms, accounting firms, large real estate firms, and hedge funds, as well as entities like Gallup and the Medical News Network. As a consultant to the owner of the building as well, I would have had access to pretty much any location in the building. Let me assure you, however, that I never spied on my clients nor engaged in any similar activities. We took our work of managing construction projects, regulatorily required surveys and reporting, and other real estate related services quite seriously.

All of that is to explain why I found myself in the predicament in which I am in. The real next part of the scandal is what was done to my consequently. This list includes but is not limited to:

– The break-up of my longterm relationship with my partner of fourteen and a half years, who was a friend from college dating back twenty-five. Though I do not believe that this might be a hate crime, I am a gay man, that certainly played a role in what occurred. The Church Committee in the conclusions of their report, Book II: Intelligence Activities and the Rights of Americans, “C. Summary of the Main Problems,” wrote:

Groups and individuals have been harassed and disrupted because of their political views and their lifestyles. Investigations have been based upon vague standards whose breadth made excessive collection inevitable. Unsavory and vicious tactics have been employed–including anonymous attempts to break up marriages, break up meetings, ostracize persons from their professionals, and provoke target groups into rivalries that might result in deaths. Intelligence agencies have served the political and personal objectives of presidents and other high officials. While the agencies often committed excesses in response to pressure from high officials in the Executive branch and Congress, they also occasionally initiated improper activities on their own and then concealed them from officials whom they had a duty to inform.

As you might imagine, protecting insider trading and other financial strategies utilizing the cover of national security might be an easy motivator to such actions, and easy to cover up, especially given the atmosphere in a post-9/11 America.

– The strange illness and subsequent death of my dog, though this predates December 2009 by some months and was, I believe, an early “softening up” tactic.

– The even more disturbing death of my grandmother, Jean Miller-Fredrickson, of exactly the same symptoms as my dog the year previous, which is why the dog’s death is meaningful for purposes of this letter.

– Intense harassment in so many forms that it would be difficult to list them all. They include things like being audited by New York State, people coming up to me and saying bizarre things and snapping my picture, hacking of my online accounts, a pickpocketing of my iPhone which was later sold to someone who speaks Farsi, a mugging, thinly veiled death threats, car problems, financial problems often appearing out of nowhere, interference in personal relationships, and much, much more.

– Methods likely more akin to MK/Ultra, such as surreptitious drugging resulting in my inability to think clearly and to appear insane, the possibility of the use of one or more electronic harassment methods such as microwaves as described by the US Navy and US Army, and something akin to defense contractor Sierra Nevada Corporation’s MINERVA (Mob Excess Deterrent Using Silent Sound) and I don’t even know what else.


US Navy/Naval Medical Research Institute, “Bibliography of Reported Biological Phenomena {‘Effects’} and Clinical Manifestations Attributed to Microwave and Radio-Frequency Radiation,” Zorach R. Glaser, 4 October 1971.

One effect listed in this old document is making hair become brittle and easy to break. One morning in March of 2010, while living in Minneapolis, that is exactly what happened to me. If memory serves, I contacted the Department of Defense’s Inspector General and received a reply that “no laws were broken.” Of course, at the time, I had not heard of the possibility of microwaves being used for these purposes and assumed it was some sort of spray or substance placed in a shampoo bottle or similar.

Other effects include neurasthenia (a general “bad” feeling), depression, anxiety, dizziness, both sleepiness and insomnia, increased irritability, pain, thrombosis and hypertension, mistaken diagnoses for various skin diseases, and much more.

See also:

US Army, “Bioeffects of Selected Non-Lethal Weapons,” 17 February 1998:

There is, however, a growing perception that microwave irradiation and exposure to low frequency fields can be involved in a wide range of biological interactions. Some investigators are even beginning to describe similarities between microwave irradiation and drugs regarding their effects on biological systems. For example, some suggest that power density and specific absorption rate of microwave radiation may be thought of as analogous to the concentration of the injection solution and the dosage of drug administration, respectively. Clearly, the effects of microwaves on brain tissue, chemistry, and functions are complex and selective. Observations of body weight and behavior revealed that rats, exposed under certain conditions to microwaves, eat and drink less, have smaller body weight as a result of nonspecific stress mediated through the central nervous system and have decreased motor activity. It has been found that exposure of the animals to one modality of radiofrequency electromagnetic energy substantially decreases aggressive behavior during exposure. However, the opposite effects of microwaves, in increasing the mobility and aggression of animals, has also been shown for a different exposure modality.

I have also experienced some things similar to this. It is possible that what I refer to above as “drugging” was actually done via some other method such as the Army describes above.

Where microwave weapons are concerned, in the public record, we have deposed Honduran President Manuel Zelaya stating to Democracy Now:

ANJALI KAMAT: Can you describe what it’s been like inside the embassy? Can you describe the scene?

PRESIDENT MANUEL ZELAYA: [translated] Yes. What has occurred here is truly rude treatment for a democratically elected president. This is not how you treat a president who is fighting to reinstall democracy in his country. We have been repressed and limited to the embassy. Tear gas has been fired. Our electronic lines, our telephone lines have been cut. We’ve also been under attack from microwaves and the sound cannon, a long-range acoustic device.

AMY GOODMAN: What do you mean, acoustic device, a sound cannon?

PRESIDENT MANUEL ZELAYA: [translated] There are two kinds of unconventional weapons that have been used against us by the regime. There’s a high-frequency pitch that has been used against protesters. And another weapon that has been used against us is an electronic device that issues microwaves, which is very harmful for your health. It causes headaches.

From: Democracy Now!, “Ousted Honduran President Manuel Zelaya Speaks from the Brazilian Embassy in Tegucigalpa,” Amy Goodman, 5 October 2009.

And a doctor’s report for Guantanamo Bay detainee Shaker Aamer:

Mr. Aamer endorsed paranoid ideation. He believes there is a device implanted behind the wall of his cell that was originally accessed via the utility room and is used to introduce some type of beam into his cell:

“The are highly advanced in harming human beings. They have devices and devices have some way of beaming, maybe electromagnetism or some kind of radiation, but it can harm your body from a distance.

I have proof of the existence of the device in my cell. Three times I have heard a certain steady noise and have a fever, failure of my body to move, shaking, a feeling of being in a trance, joint pain, and an abnormal heartbeat. I can tell the concentration of the of the noise or the field. It varies in different places in my cell. I can move my head to different heights and feel the field strengthen and weaken.

I think the device is behind the toilet [of his current cell] because they always used to put me in a side cell but since March 2013 I’m always in the first or second cell. Most of the time they only do it [activate the device] when other detainees are far away. I believe that they isolate me so they can do it without the other detainees hearing it or feeling it, so it makes it seem like I’ve lost my mind.”

When asked if he believes the device is real or somehow the product of his mind, Mr. Aamer replied,

“It’s one of two things. Either the device is real or there’s a gimmick. They want me to think there’s a device in there and make me believe it by pretending to check the device at the same time they say to me, “You look terrible, are you feeling okay?”

From “Exhibit B – Dr. Emily A. Keram Report,” 2 February 2014, p. 12.

While I might perhaps prefer not to mention these latter activities due to how they might affect the Subcommittee’s opinion of my credibility, it is important that we also recall the hearings on human radiation experimentation in the House in March of 1993. There, we not only discovered extensive research utilizing radiation, that the CIA was less than forthcoming about it having redefined what they were asked to provide, but also used it mercilessly on young girls who were American citizens.

MK/Ultra was infamous for, for example, the administration of LSD to unwitting subjects, but less known are many of the other subprojects such as studies on African Americans, youth groups and psychology, and even voting decisions. These three topics can be found in the FOIA documents of subprojects 123, 127, and 103 respectively.

It is my belief that these methods, as they get utilized more and more for various purposes, are causing untold harm to our country. There are so many hotbeds of hostility now that these kinds of activities threaten to cause such sore spots to boil over into civil war if not locations where American police and military may be ordered to do harm to American citizens on American soil. This is not just about me and people like me, several of whom I have spoken to since my ordeal began. This is about the country’s well-being as a whole. I fear while we delay looking into these actions, perhaps best described as not only Cointelpro but MK/Ultra as well, a clock is ticking on our ability to prevent their horrific results.

I would like to come speak at the hearing, as I’m sure many others would. However, given my current financial state and the short notice, I only learned of the hearings this evening, I don’t see how that is possible. However, I hope that the Subcommittee will read what I have written and consider investigating and taking some action to prevent the next recurrence of the worst that the Vietnam and Watergate era had to offer.

Thank you for your time and attention. Please let me know if I can be of further assistance.

Sincerely and Respectfully,



Chris Knall
Port Huron, MI
[EMAIL] [2]

1 United States Senate/Judiciary Committee/Subcommittee on Constitution, Civil Rights and Human Rights, Senator Dick Durbin presiding, “The State of Civil and Human Rights in the United States,” 9 December 2014:


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2 Five typos in the letter were corrected as well as removal of address, phone number, etc. Otherwise this letter’s content is the same as the one submitted to the Subcommittee.



IntroChapter 1Chapter 2
Chapter 3Chapter 4
Chapter 5Chapter 6
Chapter 7Chapter 8
Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12
Chapter 13Chapter 14
Chapter 15Chapter 16
Chapter 17Chapter 18
Chapter 19Chapter 20
Chapter 21Chapter 22
Chapter 23Chapter 24
Chapter 25Chapter 26
Chapter 27Chapter 28
Chapter 29Chapter 30
Chapter 31Chapter 32
Chapter 33 • Chapter 34 •
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Chapter 37Chapter 38
Chapter 39 • Chapter 40 •

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Wicked Game – Chapter 37

“You Bury Me — Part 1”

…a fall of 75 feet or more onto a hard surface…bridges will serve.
The CIA Assassination Manual, 1952

Recall that the FBI has been historically (among other things) the domestic arm of the intelligence community. When CIA has a problem on American soil, it is supposed to ask for FBI’s aid in dealing with it. Leaks, for example. Allegations of connections between the domestic (FBI turf) antiwar movement and foreign (CIA turf) terrorist organizations. We saw an example of the latter in the Twin Cities when FBI raided the homes of several protesters and there was a resulting protest in front of their building on Washington Avenue [1].


Whistleblower Coleen Rowley [2] showed up. A local NPR affiliate was there along with some some other news outlets.

I recognized a few faces from various political functions including a visit from then-DNC chairman Governor Tim Kaine at Rep. Keith Ellison’s office during the recent midterm elections where they had been protesting outside. Some of them were those later being investigated (as a reporter of my acquaintance once suggested about me, probably it was the Democrats who got those people into trouble. Really that party is 99% full of s— and enjoys their wars as much as the American Nazi Party, which some people still cling to referring to as the GOP).

Then there was “Magnus,” a war protester who was assaulted by assailants unknown in a manner not unlike the unsolved attack on Dan Rather [3]. Magnus is not his real name, that was the name he took when he decided the fight for peace was not worth the personal pricetag attached and became sort of “religious” via yoga and spiritualism. I had seen Magnus at many of the events I attended.

This is the return of the old MHCHAOS program, where the Nixon administration sought proof and the aid of the intelligence community in linking the war protest movement to the USSR and/or the Chinese [4]. The hilarious theater that took place in the Nixon White House included CIA refusing the request for some time before agreeing even though they were already doing it before being asked to do so. Hoover refused and/or dragged his feet about doing what they asked so CIA had to handle it themselves on American soil, was the logic. Their excuse: Blaming the Huston Plan [5]. See the pattern? It’s always someone else’s fault, even when they act unilaterally. If caught, they just shift the lie to another narrative. The Huston Plan wasn’t actually ever implemented.

The result: not a single real connection found, CIA field personnel resentful of being asked to spy on Americans, and no accountability resulting in having to relive it today where the fear of radical fundamentalism has replaced the “Red Scare” and McCarthyism as excuses for dramatic displays of righteous anger, distractions from theft and graft, and excuses for infringements on civil rights that make the theft and graft easier to do. Hence the death of the middle class [6].

Previous to those raids, there were the problems surrounding the “RNC Eight” [7] and many other protesters arrested during the 2008 RNC convention in St. Paul. One such person was Dan. Dan had been arrested, then charges had been dropped, and he later went to work for the Census. Not long after being there, he was fired because of his arrest at the RNC.

Keep in mind as you read how I met him and a few others that I believe he was being blackmailed / coerced by the FBI into being an informant. Of course, that’s not really the correct term. FBI was attempting to get people like Dan to entrap other people. This common practice [8] was what prompted one of my later visits to the FBI (that and seeking an end to the harassment).

An additional technical detail about these kinds of operations is that the operatives frequently add non-operatives to their group as cover. It adds verisimilitude to the camouflage. This makes them seem more like what they are trying to pretend to be. One or two operatives add one or two people to their number who either know nothing about the goal of the operation or only know a very limited amount about it and have no idea that a government entity is involved. They may be given disinformation about the intended target so as to get them to go along with a particular plan of action that is either illegal, harmful to the target, or both. These “camouflage” dupes can also serve as patsies should there be charges filed. The target may run into one of them later by “accident” and decide it is time for some roadside justice resulting in the tying up of two loose ends for those who engineered it. I’m reasonably certain that Chris, the latter addition to the group I met, fell into this category.

Here we have an organization (the FBI) being told who-knows-what about me by some other member(s) of the intel community who in turn attempts to engineer what they think they know about me into a series of traps. And it didn’t end there despite having avoided the traps and attempted to do the right thing.

What I’m detailing below is more akin to COINTELPRO [9] than anything else.

It is very late on June 11 or very early on 12, 2010 and I’ve gone out because of some impulse to do so.

The past two weeks have been among the strangest and toughest up to this point. Besides fighting multiple delusions planted there by repeated voice-to-skull sessions and PSYOPs, the parties responsible spent ten days straight “beating” me up via V2S to suggest something I know is not true. Though generally the sessions lasted only a hour and a half or so, you spend the rest of the day attempting to sleep off the emotional fatigue and rid your mind of what they’ve been filling it with. This is brainwashing, or “brainhacking” as I prefer to call it.

They tried and tried to get me to buy off on the lie that the entire situation with Peter Watts was an elaborate publicity stunt coordinated by Peter and Cory Doctorow. Although I knew and know there is no way this is the case, it didn’t help that something had been going on in Canada as well. Clear to me now, they had been pitting us all against each other, sewing distrust. My odd behavior, as I’ve noted previously, due to loss, harassment, drugging, electronic remote torture via voice-to-skull or similar technology based on the Frey effect, frequently had me saying things that were directed at the “ghosts” responsible but via messages to other people I knew who likely could make no sense of it. There was no other viable outlet for the extreme frustration and stress placed on me. Where were the people who did this? Hiding in the shadows. This fact is undoubtedly what contributed to events like the Navy Yard shooting [10].

They had started pushing that disinfo narrative, about it being a publicly stunt, almost two weeks previous to this evening in June. Every day, they pushed and pushed for me to contact authorities with that phony explanation.

That narrative could not explain why Kate Conway’s home was burnt to the ground and the seeming cause being three relatives of the primary Squidgate accuser much less the overabundance of cloak-and-dagger garbage I witnessed. Neither it could not hide what it really was: An operation by one or more of our public and/or private intelligence organizations. Additionally, as a “convicted felon,” Peter Watts may not be able to enter the United States. That’s a large market he cannot visit. Some publicity stunt.

A probable assassination attempt in February of 2011 will prove that their explanation was a lie, that my instincts were correct. It was tiring fighting it off, though, and I knew I could not hold out forever. They pushed it day after day. There had to be a way to seem to satisfy the growingly impatient operatives pushing that deception and yet not actually doing what they were prompting me to do. In the meantime, before figuring out what that would be, I set arbitrary deadlines for myself, held out until I had examined a particular hypothesis a bit further a few days later. Once those were exhausted, it was time to try something else.

I started an argument via email with Peter. I waited to see what the reaction would be locally. It was obvious to me that there would be one. They wanted that or something like it too badly to leave it there.

Ten or fifteen minutes after the end of the email exchange I “heard” a voice say–really more like an involuntary thought of someone speaking, via voice-to-skull or whatever method is employed: “Yeah! Retribution!” and my iPhone suffered an “error” and skipped from whatever was playing to a track that was, actually, called “Retribution” (a free download from the makers of the EVE Online MMORPG, a good scifi space opera game that also has some great music). I could practically feel their relief after having beat me up for ten days to do something along these lines and I had resisted for so long.

Note, I don’t know if that iPhone is “special” or not, just that it’s predecessor got pickpocketed by what I assume to have been a Roma man from Europe, the Wednesday night–actually early the Thursday morning–before the Squidgate trial while I was still in NYC. Probably any iPhone can be so hacked and remote controlled, NSA and other IC members have many such tools as their disposal [11].

As noted in Chapter 3? [not written yet] there had been the crossing of a different bridge, one under construction, some time in May.

There was little surprise when three young men walked straight up to me and asked me to join them. Something had to happen and this was it. Walter was first to approach and speak. He was a thin, 24 year-old gay man. He immediately noted the button I wore on my jacket with a keen sense of irony, I HEART BRIDGES. Said irony resulted from the Blue Water Bridge connecting Port Huron to Sarnia where Peter Watts was arrested, the other two bridges I had just crossed weeks before and, I wasn’t aware of it yet, but the quote at top of this chapter from that book. It was obvious this was the “reply” to the emails.

Now we were standing on yet another bridge. Just wait.

The three of them were all rather slight in build and I didn’t feel the least bit threatened physically as a result of that. Neither were they particularly hostile or seeming capable of violence.

Walter and I traded banter back and forth most of the evening. He seemed to be the ringleader, but I would discover later (at a party) that Dan was probably a lot smarter but not so outgoing and so let Walter do most of the talking.

Jared and Dan were dating. Jared was also 24, Dan was 20. They had played D&D and utilized at times The Book of Erotic Fantasy, an unofficial (sometimes contentious) supplement to spice the game up for amorous couples, lonely nerds, and dirty-minded teens. This was interesting because I had at one time been a player, a playtester, and friend of a few game designers. We had largely interacted on Yuku, a messageboard system that replaced EZBoard, which you may recall was hacked in 2005. The gaming supplement had come up more than once on those boards.

Walter also took some glee in telling me about how he had been disappointed on his birthday when some people he expected did not show up. “Interestingly,” I had a similar experience in January of 2010 when we went to see Avatar and “we” wound up being several less than expected. But that might have been directed more towards Janus not showing up in Minneapolis and being told that via V2S during Juneteenth. These kinds of comments, though it’s always difficult to be sure, seek to make the target paranoid and panicky. “Were ‘they’ watching me back in January of 2010?” Etc.

The first stop on this evening’s crazy train was climbing under the Stone Arch Bridge which was why they claimed to be there in the first place. (Again, recall that this is after I deliriously and recently crossed one under construction).

They asked me to join them in their climb. I declined. Walter even kissed me [12] just before climbing over the railing and onto the ladder, but that didn’t change my mind. In fact, the kiss was rather passionless…hard to find good help I suppose–though the vice versa can also be true.

I told them I’d call 9-1-1 if they anyone fell. The bridge has a crawl space thingy on it’s belly. I also note that it’s Federal property I’m reasonably certain, given that not less than a week after this event I’d be handed a map of the area by the National Park Service.

After they reemerged from under the bridge on the other end of the crawl space, they told me about the social services that Minnesota has to offer. I had no idea those things would be available to me, so that was welcome advice. Though this, in retrospect to a small degree, reminds me of Laurence Olivier’s creepy performance in Marathon Man when he gives Dustin Hoffman’s character advice just before drilling into his teeth with the full knowledge that he’s going to have him killed once he gets the answer he wants… “Enjoy it. It’s the last time people won’t expect anything from you,” to “Is it safe?”.

What had prompted the conversation was Walter asking me if I had health insurance and the resulting bizarre silence that followed my answer in the negative.

Walter also told me that if I saw flashlights and lanterns in the nearby flour mill ruins that that was their group hanging out at night. About a month after these events, they installed large spotlights in those ruins.

We headed off for beer and pizza. Along the way, I was told by the Jared that they used to pretend to be, but now they really are, ecoterrorists. I never found out precisely what it was they actually did that made them think they had struck some blow for Mother Nature. Attempting to ascertain that and curiosity about what was really in store as the evening wore on were the primary reasons for sticking around with them.

They opened manhole covers along the way, examining the contents. I asked Dan if he had these mapped as they indicated they had been doing this for some time. He just pointed to his head, that he was memorizing them.

Some of these tunnels contained cellphone equipment and lines. Others, something to do with the City’s heating system. Many were empty, blocked up mudholes, or inaccessible.

One stop (the 501 Bar which is located behind a gay bar called The Eagle) involved a brief meeting with their supposed “eco-terror cell leader,” a youngish woman with short blond hair whom I was told was a lesbian. She implied to Walter that I was not wanted around. This launched Walter into various double entendres later on that could be construed as sex or murder in a deserted place like a cave…or a blocked up sewer tunnel. Though all this was already pushing the boundaries of credibility, the “young gay ecoterrorist group run by a lesbian” really pushed it over the top. Her inability to make eye contact with me coupled with the whole evening’s innuendo really poured on the tongue-in-cheek.

At the 501, I gave Dan my cell number and asked him to text me.


He did so. Jared was about to object when he was doing so, but stopped himself. Was he worried that whatever was going to happen that night might be traced back as a result of that text? I know that that was why I had asked him to do it.

The first of several utility covers they opened were primarily in the back alleys of Downtown Minneapolis. When I suggested this activity might perk the interest of MPD, I was told that they were mostly concerned with other matters.

Along the way to more urban exploration, they added a fourth person: Chris, closer to 30, perhaps 6’1″, and with an athletic build. Now I had reason to consider that Walter’s innuendos might have some teeth and the reasons for finding a nice cave (natural or manmade tunnels) might be hazardous to my health. Chris worked at the famous music venue, First Avenue. At Pizza Luce, Chris suggested to Walter that he “practice” on their acquaintance Tim. It was another of those, “sex or death or something else?” triple-meanings. Walter had purposely and pointedly brought up adding Chris to me as if his arrival might mean something important. It was a double-entendre, sort of a Rorschach test: Would I assume Walter’s mustache-twisting performance meant that they intended me harm? F—, yes. Whether they would actually follow through to do so was another question altogether. Working in the construction industry in NYC for 20 years one comes to not always take threats seriously.

As we progressed along and it got later/earlier, we wound up in more and more remote locations. I think one of them (based on the map I was given later) was on the property of the Federal Reserve. It was a big blank wall in a parking lot next to our next destination: The railroad tracks leading from Downtown across the Mississippi, onto Nicolett Island, and into NE or SE Minneapolis.

While attempting to open the one in the parking lot, Walter was bent over sufficiently so I could see his underwear. They had Chinese writing on them, though I don’t know what brand that was. In retrospect, this pushed things well into the informant category, where they were looking for radicals of any sort: Communists, eco-terrorists, whatever. Walter, for whatever reasons (self-loathing homo, blackmailed by FBI perhaps) was on a fishing expedition.

They hopped over the railing and down to the railroad tracks. Hilariously, Jared offered me a hand to help prevent me getting injured. That’s when I also noticed, despite the recent rainfall, that there was a clean, dry bundle of hay sitting there to jump down safely onto. This didn’t occur to me at the time (remember, drugged silly) but became obvious later, this was a set stage. The jump down was far enough to be injured–and sue–but not high enough to die from it.

On the way to the next lid, deciding better-safe-than-sorry would be a good policy, I picked up a torn beer can and folded it into a crude knife. If nothing else, I could scratch Chris’ face or nick an eyelid, and make a run for it if there was an attempt at burying yours truly alive.

Further on, I found a better weapon and “traded up” from the (D&D joke, has to happen) -1 cursed dagger to a +1 club. Like the hay, this thing was not wet nor covered with dirt like everything else laying around. This was a prop that had been placed after the rainfall.

It’s proper use is as a tool of some sort. I still haven’t found the proper name for it, but I think it’s a disposable thing used to drive railroad spikes into the ground to secure railroad ties. Likely contained a one-shot charge that is fired to force them down or enhance the force behind the swing of the hammer behind it.

One other strange thing is that the item was noisy, rattly. None of the others seemed to notice the noise, which should have been an indication that this was largely theater. They knew and expected me to pick it up, having placed it there for that purpose.

When we got to the last cover, Dan and Jared walked off. The narrative seemingly was that they couldn’t bare to watch what was going to happen next. Apparently Chris, at Walter’s command, was going to knock, throw, or otherwise force me into the hole to be left to bleed, drown, or otherwise be trapped unless and until I could escape.

As we stood there, the club up a sleeve ready to smack Chris’ skull if he made a move toward me, Walter and Chris gave each other a look that defies easy description in English (I told Holder and Mueller in an email that it was Mamihlapinatapei [13] in which I gave them grief about what happened that night). After a few seconds, they seemed to give up and we made our way across the railroad bridge. They slid down a hill under the Grain Belt Beer sign on Nicolett Island and I went home.


The narrative that came out from all of this, the new lie that they pushed, was that these people, Dan, Walter and Jared, were the associates of the news site friend of the Squidgate accused. Unfortunately, given my extremely confused state of mind at the time and the continued harassment that followed these events, that one stuck for a while. However, I decided that these young men were mostly fantasizing despite all that and were mostly harmless. It would take some time and additional information before the truth dawned on me.

1. Protests at FBI building over investigation of anti-war protesters accused of supporting “the enemy.”

See also Jimmy Carter saying that the definition given would have included him.

2. Colleen Rowley on 9/11 failures.

3. “What’s the frequency, Kenneth?” attack on Dan Rather.

4. MHCHAOS effort to tie protesters to foreign intelligence services.

5. History Commons, John Charles Huston:


Read it and compare to today.

6. HuffPo-Google search, “Death of the middle class”:


7. The RNC 8.


8. Trevor Aaronson, “The Informants,” Mother Jones, Sept./Oct. 2011:


But shortly after 9/11, President George W. Bush called FBI Director Robert Mueller to Camp David. His message: never again. And so Mueller committed to turn the FBI into a counterintelligence organization rivaling Britain’s MI5 in its capacity for surveillance and clandestine activity. Federal law enforcement went from a focus on fighting crime to preventing crime; instead of accountants and lawyers cracking crime syndicates, the bureau would focus on Jack Bauer-style operators disrupting terror groups.

And the US became a kleptocracy over a false-flag attack run by NATO.

9. AARC Library, Church-Tower Hearings, “Vol. 6 – FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION”:


10. Alan Jones, “42 days after ‘microwave mind control’ complaint, Alexis kills 12,” Washington Times Communities, 18 September 2013:


Microwave mind-control technology was developed over fifty years ago during the height of the Cold War. Among the established effects of microwave weapons are sleep deprivation, a symptom that NBC News reports Alexis received treatment for.

To see what he’s referring to, the Army…

US Army, “Bioeffects of Selected Non-Lethal Weapons,” 17 February 1998, declassified 6 December 2006, from a FOIA response:

Bioeffects of Selected Non-Lethal Weapons


There is, however, a growing perception that microwave irradiation and exposure to low frequency fields can be involved in a wide range of biological interactions. Some investigators are even beginning to describe similarities between microwave irradiation and drugs regarding their effects on biological systems. For example, some suggest that power density and specific absorption rate of microwave radiation may be thought of as analogous to the concentration of the injection solution and the dosage of drug administration, respectively. Clearly, the effects of microwaves on brain tissue, chemistry, and functions are complex and selective. Observations of body weight and behavior revealed that rats, exposed under certain conditions to microwaves, eat and drink less, have smaller body weight as a result of nonspecific stress mediated through the central nervous system and have decreased motor activity. It has been found that exposure of the animals to one modality of radiofrequency electromagnetic energy substantially decreases aggressive behavior during exposure. However, the opposite effects of microwaves, in increasing the mobility and aggression of animals, has also been shown for a different exposure modality.

…and the Navy.

Zorach R. Glaser, “Bibliography of Reported Biological Phenomena {‘Effects’} and Clinical Manifestations Attributed to Microwave and Radio-Frequency Radiation,” US Navy/Naval Medical Research Institute, 4 October 1971:

Bibliography of Reported Biological Phenomena {‘Effects’} and Clinical Manifestations Attributed to Microwave and Radio-Frequency Radiation


The latter contains a long list of the symptoms and health problems it can create including ‘neurasthenia,’ an outdated word for paranoia, depression, and more laundry list of things that activists, witnesses, whistleblowers, and journalists and the like may find themselves suffering from. Recall again the 1955 CIA draft MKULTRA memo, this time item 5:

5. Materials which will produce the signs and symptoms of recognized diseases in a reversible way so that they may be used for malingering, etc.

Allen McDuffee, “Conspiracy Theories Abound After Navy Yard Shooting,” WIRED, 20 September 2013:


Compare the articles above with FBI’s “ELF was a Navy underwater thing that went nowhere” narrative.

Note also, again, witnesses claiming multiple shooters and FBI insisting there was only Alexis. They will trot psychologists out to say this is a common misperception among witnesses to violence and try to explain it away. It is also what you would do if you had one person made unstable and therefore unreliable when you wanted a lot of bloodshed to fulfill your agenda in a false-flag attack; have additional shooters to ensure casualties. This is classic covert ops.

11. Article on government’s ability to take over various iPhone functions remotely which I need to find again (seen on Twitter in recent weeks, probably from an #anon account).

12. See the bizarre parallels between that evening’s shenanigans and the case of Eric McDavid, released from prison because FBI withheld documents related to his case:

Amanda Holpuch, “Man convicted of ‘eco-terrorism’ freed amid claims FBI hid evidence: Eric McDavid sentenced to nearly 20 years in 2007 for conspiring to bomb one or more targets including electric power stations and cellphone towers,” The Guardian, 9 January 2015:


His lawyers say he was entrapped by an FBI informant – “Anna” – the recipient of the love notes which were hidden away in the FBI office. She was named in the trial and was the subject of a feature in Elle magazine. McDavid’s supporters say she encouraged him to engage in violent acts against the government while suggesting future romantic encounters.

McDavid was arrested in January 2006, and sentenced to nearly 20 years in federal prison in September 2007. He was convicted of conspiring to bomb one or more targets including electric power stations, California’s Nimbus Dam, cell phone towers and the United States Forest Service Institute of Forest Genetics.

Ed Pilkington, “Role of FBI informant in eco-terrorism case probed after documents hint at entrapment: In the case of Eric McDavid, alleged to be ring-leader of eco-terrorist cell, ‘game-changing’ documents seen exclusively by the Guardian show informant may have entrapped him,” The Guardian, 13 January 2015:


On the surface, she blended in very well. With a skull tattooed on her shoulder, a black-and-white keffiyeh around her neck, a shock of bright pink hair and her standard-issue dress of camouflage skirt and heavy boots, the energetic 17-year-old looked every bit the radical eco-activist she worked so hard to imitate.

But “Anna”, as she called herself, was no ordinary eco-protester. Really, she wasn’t one at all. She was an FBI informant under instructions to infiltrate fringe green groups and anti-capitalist networks and report back on their activities to the US government.

13. Matador Network, 20 Awesomely Untranslatable Words from Around the World, 2010:


Note that the title for this chapter and the next two also came from that article. There’s nothing like pointing out that the Arabic language contains a phrase for “I can’t bear to live without you” to make at least a thinking person wonder where the media’s image of the mad, angry bomber comes from.

Chapter 38 – Part 2 — >


Wicked Game – Appendix A

“The Star Killers”

Note again the organized stalking phenomenon I’ve mentioned previously. Ordinary people harassed, abused, remote tortured with electronic nonlethal weapons, and (I believe) often drugged silly. Contacting their representatives and law enforcement does no good whatsoever.

Note also what happened to Randy and Evi Quaid [1] around 2006, after the Bush administration’s huge expansion of private intelligence contractors, most of whom work for the National Security Agency. After starring in a pro-gay movie (Brokeback Mountain) with an actor who later died. Statistically speaking, I think Quaid has a point. The paranoia about who did what (producers of a broadway show poisoning Piven, for example) fits in snugly with what happens to OSEH victims. They suddenly start accusing their neighbors, the cable guy and mailman, news anchors and disk jockeys, of conspiring against them. This is due to having some brain functions interfered with, either with something like MEDUSA or surreptitiously administered substance, or both [2].

This is the ultimate character assassination weapon, because you cannot recover from the perception that you have been mentally ill. It’s a stigma that will stay with those people (and me) for the rest of their lives barring the exposure of a very, very corrupt defense, security and intelligence sector. People have a natural fear of being around such people, which in turn causes isolation, which further in turn exacerbates the problem.

Similarly, the financial troubles are also very, very similar to what happens to OSEH victims. They cannot hold down jobs any longer (Quaid was banned for life from the Actor’s Equity Union for berating a fellow actor, recall Jonathan Rhys-Meyers and the airport incident) and wind up misspending money trying to find implants, e-proofing their rooms and homes (the more sophisticated version of tinfoil hats), or running away (as I sort of tried in 2012 in Canada, see chapter ## NOTE: NOT WRITTEN YET).

The former, ordinary citizens, served as training for the later attacks on celebrities. As noted previously, sometimes there was another motive and sometimes there wasn’t. Training the field operatives for use against media figures would seem a logical conclusion to make.

Also recall the Department of Defense’s strong-arming of Hollywood pictures in a time where the economy is pushing producers to save money where they can and to appease powerful special interests (such as the defense industry) just as mainstream news does [3].

Recall also George Clooney’s “worst year of his life” during and after the filming of Syriana, a film that showed that average American interests and those of big business do not always align and in fact can run quite counter at times.

This is how some agency or agencies within the US intelligence community, possibly with the aid of subcontractors, tried to get me to target writer Neil Gaiman.

First of all, though I had decided that “Janus” was likely the son of Canadian science fiction writer Peter Watts, there was also a lesser idea that maybe he belonged to Mr. Gaiman instead. The idea of contacting him regarding Peter’s plight was no more my idea than contributing to Wikileaks had been on January 29, 2010. It seemed a good idea at the time, but had been planted there via voice-to-skull, silent sound, or a similar kind of technology.

During my final months in Brooklyn, I on occasion stopped at an independent bookstore along my way to Prospect Park to jog. While browsing there on February 9, 2010, a cat started following me around. This was the eventual photo that I took:


In case you can’t see it, look at what the cat decided to stand on. It climbed up there all on its own:


(Coraline was a good book, by the way.)

Now read this again:

14. One or two subprojects on each of the following:
“Blood Grouping” research, controlling the activity of animals, energy storage and transfer in organic systems; and stimulus and response in biological systems [4].

And this:

In 1961, a top CIA scientist reported in an internal memo that “the feasibility of remote control of activities in several species of animals has been demonstrated…Special investigations and evaluations will be conducted toward the application of selected elements of these techniques to man,” according to “The CIA and the Search for the Manchurian Candidate,” a 1979 book by former State Department intelligence officer John Marks [5].

Both show that controlling the activities of animals was studied since the late 1950s or earlier. We’re over five decades since then. Yes, there was some open discussion of MKULTRA as used on human beings being halted, but can you imagine for one second that they really stopped trying to figure out how to control animals?

Again, the idea to go to Minneapolis was my partner’s idea and that of co-workers at Top Secret America contractor Google. As if that weren’t strange enough, Mr. Gaiman has a son who worked, or maybe still does work, there as well though not in New York.

By the way, I found a photo of the junior Gaiman years ago just to put my mind at ease with regards to “Janus.” Not even close.

As there had been with others including Peter Watts, there was some attempts at perverting things that Gaiman said on his blog or on Twitter (and once even in the commentary of Neverwhere on DVD). That had not helped.

But having already figured out that I had been mislead on Janus once, I wasn’t about to completely allow that to happen again. Once I arrived in Minneapolis, I did eventually (largely out of boredom) hit a pub that Gaiman had said he frequented. I suppose some of the strangeness that happened on Twitter made me wonder if he at least had some idea what had happened. (Understand, I’d never heard of voice-to-skull, organized stalking, any of that at that point).

I should also note that the first FBI agent I met with (over the informants, see chapter ## NOTE: NOT WRITTEN YET) was surprised when I said that moving to Minneapolis had been my ex’s idea from people who worked at Google. Had he already known who I was, or was it Google that surprised him?

Gaiman of course wasn’t there so I just enjoyed a few beers. When the time came to fill out a slip for a drawing they were having later, I filled it out “Canis Lupin.” I had been thinking of writing a series of werewolf short stories. This was where my current Twitter handle would come from (@kanyslupin) and I made it up I think on the spot. I had used Canis Doofus once prior. This was also a play on a character from Peter Watts’ Rifters trilogy, Ken Lubin. Lubin also, along with Jason Bourne and the general way I was feeling, contributed to “Ken”, a main character in the novella I wrote, Learning to Fly.

I also went to a comic book store where Neil had signed a bunch of items. I did not wind up buying anything (money was very tight) but I enjoyed seeing the store and hearing from the clerk how Neil had been so gracious signing items. (He said that when he was done with the third large stack and they brought him the fourth one, he sort of quietly sighed and continued signing away).

There was one other thing. I had actually acquired a taste for Marmite. I had bought some in Brooklyn at a Brit specialty pub and wound up liking it. (The secret is to spread much less than you think you need on a piece of bread).

When my local store didn’t have any, I sent Neil Gaiman a webmail via his site sounding as if it were coming from a person struggling with lycanthropy and only Marmite could cure them.

As it turned out, I was harassed (as already noted with the additional use of something like testosterone to make me more aggressive and hairy) about the werewolf thing. I wrote about a small piece of it to Peter Watts and soon after there were various werewolf “jokes” coming my way be strangers at 3am outside and seemingly the folks living upstairs.

While I did know that the believed origin of werewolf legends from the middle ages was due to a bread infection called ergot, I did not know that ergot was the source for LSD-25. LSD-25 had been created by CIA and synthesized by the Sandoz Corporation (now Novartis) until CIA asked for such a large quantity that Sandoz refused and CIA had to find a different manufacturer [6].

What does that mean? I don’t really know. I can tell you that like most people I’d prefer to just be living my life and ignoring the ills of the world as much as possible. That is not an option for me though, and there are a half dozen reasons why. This book serves to list them. This is not fun for me. It’s a living hell. Believe what you like.

This is how I think these things are done. Similar to utilizing multiple shooters for assassination, the use of a drugged and mind addled puppet to harass celebrities that some special business interest or some stuffed-shirt general has taken a dislike to, means that some of the harassment is done by professional field operatives. This enhances the image that one “lone nut” is responsible and hides the true motive. The target may or may not be aware that there is more to it, but would look like a nut themselves (see the Quaid story) if they suggested that.

There was one more oddity where Gaiman was concerned. I thought that I had bought from my local comic store in Brooklyn (after it had been robbed and the robbers trashed the counter and left my comic on top of the mess; I was supporting them to try keep them open after the losses they suffered) The Ultimate Sandman Volume 1. I apparently did not. Don’t know how I came to be so convinced that I had. It was weird. Only time I can really recall having serious memory issues quite like that. I think maybe I dreamed lucidly reading it, turning the pages. It seemed like magic when I suddenly realized I had not made the purchase; reality suddenly shifted.

All of that toward hoping I’d stalk, harass, Neil Gaiman (and others similarly).

This bullshit needs to stop. It won’t, however, unless people are aware of it and how it works and that they use their influence to put it to an end.

Below is another example of a mind-bending experience. I was (am still?) not even able to enjoy going to the movies without being harassed about it later. The person who drew it may not have even been aware of what it meant. Note that LCR (all-see-r?) is an abbreviation for low caliber revolver.



The chalk reads:

all fun & games until some1
who looks like u looses
an all-see-r

(“some1 who looks like u”, possible reference to doppelgänger and a frame-up as well?)

Also recall the lower eyelid damage just before Gay Pride in 2010. I had seen the Jonah Hex advertisement before the screening of Iron Man 2. Shaking you up is a big part of it.

Not only is this about demoralizing a target (me), it’s also another form of isolation and alienation. In taking away what someone enjoys in life, you change them. Then you hit them with subliminal thoughts to try to fill the void you just created with violent ideas. You try to get them to associate their pain with the intended targets, in this case Hollywood and related media. Only the Department of Defense and extreme right-wing radicals hate Hollywood this much.

That’s one of the tricks in trying to drive someone to violence or suicide. Make life seem uncharacteristically harsh.

Now can you see why I would be upset with Barack Obama? He promised better and has not delivered. That’s a fact and it’s becoming more and more apparent that I am not alone in that observation.

Why is to an extent irrelevant. It’s his job, not mine, not Bradley Manning’s, not Edward Snowden’s, to straighten out the people who work for him. Whether he knew and signed off (it started during the previous administration, so that’s a partial no) is irrelevant. He owns it now. That his enemies are pricks should not have to be my concern.

Do you think I work once a week for the Koch Brothers because it’s my choice? I developed a habit over the course of my life called eating. I confess that it’s been almost as difficult to break as breathing. It requires money, sadly, in order to continue doing so.

I was shifted over there by the company I work for after having worked for the company elsewhere (previously owned by Koch) for many months. Not my choice.

There is no valid excuse for this continuing. Not after I’ve made it clear what is happening. The Department of Justice makes itself an accessory after the fact (and that’s the best face one can put on it).

1 Vanity Fair, “The Quaid Conspiracy”, Nancy Jo Sales, January 2011:


Again, these things are very common in OSEH. I have to bring up again, the CIA filled itself with Mormons and the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints illegally funded the opposition to passing gay marriage in California in 2008. Does it take much to do the math?

2 Gizmodo, “Crowd-Controlling MEDUSA Ray Gun Puts Voices Inside Your Head”, Jack Loftus, July 6, 2008:



New Scientist, “Microwave ray gun controls crowds with sound”, David Hambling, July 3, 2008:


Also, see again The CIA Manual of Trickery and Deception for how drugs can be slipped into your food, drink, or directly into your blood or lungs.

3 Truth Out, “Forgetting the Past: One Military Movie at a Time”, David Sirota, February 26, 2012:


4 1977 Senate hearings on MKULTRA, Admiral Stansfield Turner testimony on subprojects including control of animals.

5 Washington Post, “CIA brain experiments pursued in veterans’ suit“, Jeff Stein, November 24, 2010:


6 Again, A Terrible Mistake.


Wicked Game – Chapter 33


Glitter on the wet streets. Silver over everything.

I’m going to be telling some of this backwards… or sideways. That’s how I picked it up, so it will only make sense dramatically out of chronological order. Mostly this will effect the next chapter.

Handed boxes and a rental truck agreement, I was kicked out towards the end of March, before the tax deadline as we had agreed. Someone at Google had been telling my ex that the Twin Cities were the place for writers, artists and musicians so that sounded as good as any.

This was also the location of the FBI field office that dealt with individuals learning to fly but not land planes in August 2001 or so [1].

It was also home to writer Neil Gaiman whom I had contacted about Watts’ plight at some point, where the bridge had collapsed and Paul Wellstone was popular, and the place where Bob Dylan supposedly came up with “All Along the Watchtower” as a child at Prospect Park and its “witchhat” water tower. None of those reasons I was particularly conscious of.

Note that someone named Nina Gislop apparently donated some money to Watts’ defense fund. I do not now believe that was Mr. Gaiman even though this donation was by someone whom Watts stated disappeared from the web as soon as she made the donation and note the initials and number of letters in the name are identical.

Note that Gaiman was having some odd occurrences around that time as well. Sleep deprivation due to pulled fire alarms in hotels with interviews the next morning, the loss of at least one pet, and a few other things.

I never really discovered if it was true about the arts there. I joined the Twin Cities’ scifi writers group briefly and got freaked out by a number of things and so stopped going.

Hilariously, at the first meeting I got involved in a “this is how you do it” debate involving sending promo material to prospective publishers. One fascinating one was written in the subculture jargon of the characters in the novel. Rather than say, “This is what it’s about,” it was a teaser for the style. At first, I thought this might not work, but I said, it might in some circumstances.

There was a brief exchange between the promo/novel author and another writer who clearly had different ideas about this. The author told the other writer, “My book might not be one you would enjoy reading,” indicating that her target audience is different.

From the plot as I understood it, I brought up a book I had read…sort of Dungeons & Dragons meets Ocean’s Eleven. It’s called The Lies of Lock Lamora. (A friend had recommended it and let me borrow it in ’09. We had done something similar in playing a Sherlock Holmes type character in a D&D game I was running before my life fell apart.)

The author’s eyes went wide and lit up.

“Read the dedication.”

Out of all of the writers in the world I could have met, I met–and defended–the one who had helped the writer of the very first book I brought up and that writer had earned the author’s thanks enough to make it in the front of it. I’m not even sure how many coincidences that was all at once.

Soon after, her mother was very ill (like my ex’s had been) and had a stack of medical bills she could not cope with. The writer raised some cash by naming characters in a novel after people who donated in the online draft. It has been published, and I was surprised to find she kept our names once it went to press [2].

But that and some other weirdness, I stopped going. Violation after violation of federal law, does not matter to these people. They wanted me isolated so they could drive me to suicide or violence. This is how the federal government operates, even under Barack Obama. Both parties collude on this gigantic lie. There are members of Congress who surely know and hide it. Obama’s people know also, or does Congress now run the Executive? No, it’s greedy soldiers and spooks with strong ties to Wall Street that run things. The government is their punk.

I had also at last gotten to the clinic and found out that it was not in fact colon cancer but rather a hemorrhoid. This from a doctor who griped to his brand new patient about Obamacare.

When I called my ex with the “good news” that I did not have cancer and was not dying, he stated flatly that he had figured it was something like that. This is what he had been thinking when I had told him and he stared off into space, smiling in late February. (Yes…synthetic telepathy… voice-to-skull… brainhacking… Call it what you will. Not even decades of history can overcome it apparently).

And then there was the film experience, the 48-hour festival from inception to showing, that was just bizarre in June of ’10, I think. I’ll come back to that.

In the meanwhile, there was a letter-writing campaign to the governor of Michigan at the time, Jennifer Granholm. A friend of Peter’s had been the ringleader in getting people to send those. She had a recommended bit of text and suggested content.

I would note a few things about Peter’s friend, from what I gathered through exchanges and blog posts on the interwebs. First, she’s loyal and protective. I was incredibly happy to learn Peter had a friend like that. It meant that maybe she could see in his blind spots, and if there was a wolf in sheep’s clothing in Toronto, she might notice if he didn’t. She had just a touch of suspicion, maybe just a little paranoid, which is not a bad thing under the circumstances. The more suspicious she seemed of me, the happier I was. “A woman after my own heart,” I thought.

And then there was the morning, mere days before the sentencing hearing, when I woke up and my hair didn’t feel right. When I put my hand to my head, my hair was falling out. It felt “dead.” Looked in the mirror and essentially lost three inches or so of hairline. When I later went back to Port Huron (this time by plane, train and taxi), it was so curly I could hardly notice it, but certainly can since.

I also note that keanani, another commenter on Peter’s blog, said something along the lines of “Beer for hair, eh?” I cannot recall if this was before or after I bought some hair restoration items.

However, there was a funny incident regarding hair in 1990 at the NJSF. I was playing a friar in Measure for Measure that season and started wearing my hair in that faux Jesuit way even when not rehearsing until I got the feel for it.

I’ve never gotten so many anti-compliments in my life. “Ruprect” from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels was one of names I got called by another intern.

So all that brought the NJSF to mind as well.

In any case, the stuff made hair grow (or so I rationalized) where even at my age, I had heretofore not known there were even hair follicles for it to grow. What existed already (but not that which I lost), grew in length. You know, like a werewolf’s.


And so, always one for contingency plans, I’d just had enough. I got a little drunk and started planning out what in the film The Thirteenth Warrior was referred to as an engineering dispute. (Sort of. Think what it might take to get a mistrial or a new trial–provoke the accuser into again losing his temper, this time publicly.)

Whoever was behind all of this nonsense seemed beyond me…my reach and even figuring out who it might be. So, maybe I’d go for the devil I knew even if he was just another dupe.

Just when I had it all in mind enough to implement, improvise, do it in my sleep, I became violently ill. I did associate one thing with the other and therefore dropped the idea entirely.

But at the same time I came to realize that the whole hair thing had also been used to cover up slipping me something (hormones? [3]) to make me more violent. Testosterone, perhaps. Two players (at least) one drugging me into a wild maniac while the other a hippie, peace and love flower child [4].

I figured this because I noticed the hair growth almost immediately (except where I lost it) and stopped using the supplements. Yet, the hair growth and the moodiness continued for over a year.

I am fairly certain that that’s illegal even in this sham of a country. If it happened to someone important, they’d be all over it. Happens to someone who can’t afford even a moderate campaign contribution, and you can forget it. No such thing as justice being blind here. That bitch is peaking out and deciding who she helps and who she doesn’t.

Risk of exposing the fact that the 99% are the anytime-puppets of the 1%? No way. Keep you alive so as to avoid the embarassment of the story ending on your watch, but actually resolve it? “Eat shit and die.” The law doesn’t matter when it’s an inconvenience. The system does not accommodate the truth when it really matters.

As usual, they drilled the idea into my head that whatshisname would be at the sentencing hearing even though he had skipped the trial. The fact that I would have been there anyway meant that ensuring my presence there was likely not the motive for setting up that and other high expectations. No. Someone wanted a violent reaction based around an engineered misunderstanding, extreme frustration due to harassment and “misfortune,” remote electronic torture, surreptitious doping, and all around scumbaggery.

They are still doing it, today, right now as I write this. They think that their best defense is to keep doing it because the psychology is, “Why would they continue after it’s been exposed?” They are supreme liars. They are the types who, if caught in bed with someone other than their spouse who also had photographic evidence, would just deny it until the spouse got tired of trying to get them to admit it. “You didn’t see what you thought you saw,” they would say until the spouse believed it. It’s the oldest liar’s trick. Just stick with the lie until it’s accepted as the truth.

They will stick to delusional (because they know that they drugged me), paranoid (because they know that they harassed me), and unstable (because they know that they tortured and ruined me). That’s just “how the world works.”

…because they can. They can because anything goes after 9/11. Because 9/11 is the result of what they did. They continue…

Watch that paragraph go around and round and round.

1 As well as several other connections.

History Commons, “Minneapolis FBI” search


2 The Circus of Brass and Bone, Abra SW, Bimulous Books, 2015, 0986377503, 978-0986377501


3 Clomifene, also known as Clomid, clomiphene and several other names may be what I was slipped. It is both inhibits estrogen and increases natural testosterone production and is banned as a steroid performance-enhancer in many sports.

R.S. Tan and D. Vasudevan, “Use of clomiphene citrate to reverse premature andropause secondary to steroid abuse,” Fertil Steril 79 (1): 203–5. doi:10.1016/s0015-0282(02)04550-8. PMID 12524089.

It can cause high levels of triglycerides and liver problems, both of which I had in the early 2000s as well as “reversible baldness.”

S. Rossi, editor. Australian Medicines Handbook 2006. Adelaide: Australian Medicines Handbook; 2006. ISBN 0-9757919-2-3

It is also stocked in Guantanamo Bay’s medical facility.

Jeff Kaye, “CIA Investigation Minimizes Use of Drugs on Rendition & Black Site Detainees,” FireDogLake, 11 May 2015:


In addition, the detainee hospital also had supplies of a very old malaria drug, quinacrine, as well as the fertility drug Clomid. Why detainees would need a drug that affected hormone levels of estrogen or testosterone is unknown. However, while the hospital stocked these drugs, the SOP indicated that physician assistants were prohibited from prescribing them.

With regards to drugs, besides MKULTRA and the regularly associated programs, eg, BLUEBIRD, ARTICHOKE, etc., there was MKOFTEN which was a joint CIA project with the Department of Defense.

David Corn, “Where’s the CIA’s Missing Jewel?,” The Nation, 26 June 2007:


One memo notes that CIA had a Project OFTEN that collected “data on dangerous drugs from U.S. firms” until the program was terminated in the fall of 1972. Another memo reports that commercial drug manufacturers “passed on” to the CIA drugs “rejected because of unfavorable side effects” These drugs were then tested using volunteers from the U.S. military.

Somehow or other, CIA’s director of technical services, Sidney Gottlieb, got fortune-tellers, psychics, and Satanists mixed up in MKOFTEN, at least according to Gottlieb himself. Most likely, this was cover for working closely with large pharmaceutical companies and something to hide the truth should any of the program be discovered.

The NYC subway system release of harmless anthrax “cousin” spores by breaking light bulbs filled with them on 6 June 1966 by the US Army may have been part of MKOFTEN. Note the date: 6/6/66. Spooks do have a sense of humor, however dark and twisted.

4 And the 5 May 1955 draft MKULTRA memorandum again.

11. Substances which will produce “pure” euphoria with no subsequent let-down.

Between these two sort of conflicting drugs my behavior at the time likely resembled manic-depression or bipolar disorder. I have neither.