PART 1: MEDICAL MALICE - INTRODUCTION
Your arsenal should include knowledge about the enemy's ugly, twisted methods of attack and their use of psychological warfare. Some people can probably go to a hospital, get decent care, and get out alive. But crackers on the Enemy List might have a different experience. I'm not saying that there aren't some good people working in hospitals. They're just usually are not in positions of power. They don't make hospital policy. The people who are in charge appear to be changing hospitals into something they should not be. This is what they've been so far with the enemy dictating who is hired.
Unless a hospital is in a remote area with no minorities (and how often does that happen), nearly the entire low-level clerical, secretarial, and medical support staff will be black or brown. Most of them will do anything to avoid working. They will spend the day hanging around blathering at each other or yawping into a phone. They'll be celebrating one of them spawning or marrying or having an anniversity or having a birthday or getting engaged. When they're not doing this, they're shaking down everyone to pay for an impending celebration. There's almost always cake littering the workplace and even sitting in the refrigerator along with the pathology specimens. If no patients are near their work area, they'll have a radio blaring with rap or some Hispanic attempt at music. If doctors screw up, it's often because they're getting garbled information or no information from this jungle full of crap. That's business as usual. It's still going on, but now you also have to contend with the jackals, who aren't lazy or stupid, and who hate you because you're a white gentile. I believe that they've come to the conclusion that hospitals are nifty places to get rid of you, and they can do this with impunity. If you're an enemy of the jackals, if you're white, if you're old, if you're disabled please read the following brief suggestions.
DON'T SET FOOT INSIDE A HOSPITAL
Of course, this is unrealistic. Sometimes it's a matter of life or death. But try to find doctors with integrity, people who trust their own judgment and experience rather than lab reports. Sometimes, even if you're badly wounded or seriously ill, they can treat you in their offices. If you must go into a hospital, make sure your room is flooded with a constant stream of visitors, and have them scrutinize every medication you are given, in the pigtail of your I.V. and by mouth. You'll probably feel lousy and not be able to do this yourself. I'm pretty sure that the Physicians' Desk Reference can be downloaded onto an iPod or whatever you have. It has pictures of pills and extensive information about them. Be aware that oral meds might not be entered in your hospital record. Don't just pop anything the nurse hands you. Be a pain in the ass. If someone wants to inject a medication into the pigtail of the I.V., demand to see the bottle from which he drew the medication. Ask questions. Argue. Take his name. As long as you don't behave or speak in a threatening manner, you can still get away with this. In a couple of years certain people might not be allowed to ask questions or to have visitors. Have your friends complain if someone tries to touch you without washing their hands and changing their gloves. Have your friends bring you bottled water and, if it's allowed, food. A bunch of nosy, paranoid friends is the best protection you can have, at least at this point in our history. Night is the most dangerous time. No visitors (witnesses) are around. Sleep as much as you can during the day so you can stay awake at night. Try to befriend as many trustworthy registered nurses as you can. A registered nurse can stay with you at night and can also administer your medication.
A favorite trick of the jackals is to withold pain medication that your doctor has prescribed. (Or your dedicated medical staff on the floor might want to steal it for themselves.) Bring your own, something mild like 30 mg codeine sulfate tablets or brand-name oxycodone, and hide them in the hem of your bathrobe or someplace else. However, if you have a head injury, do not take pain meds without consulting your doctor. Take your pain pills stealthily. You are being watched and listened to. Check whether an intercom is in your room. Large hospitals have more surveillance than the Pentagon. Anyplace, not just in hospitals, surveillance is heaviest in the bathrooms. That's because people think there's some law against bugging toilets and believe they can speak or take drugs safely in there. I think there is such a law, but jackals don't obey laws. If you're not farting, don't eat. Your bowels are still paralyzed from the surgery or the anesthetic. They try to push food on you so you'll get sick and they can keep you longer. A lot of hospitals won't release you until you're able to eat. I once stuffed a bunch of pancakes in my bag and said I'd eaten them, just so I could get out of there. They block outgoing calls from your phone at night. If you feel threatened, try pressing zero and getting the hospital's operator to connect your call. You can try smuggling a phone in, but that's kind of a big thing to hide. If you do, keep the battery out of it until you need it to call for help.
DON'T BELIEVE ANY LAB STUDIES.
DON'T BELIEVE ANY IMAGING STUDIES.
STOCKPILE ANTIBIOTICS AND PAIN MEDICATION.
AGAIN, FIND A SYMPATHETIC FAMILY DOCTOR WITH INTEGRITY. (They do exist, but you have to look.)
Try to befriend sympathetic doctors with trauma and surgical experience. A few of these are more valuable than a warehouse full of materiel. Make sure your tetanus shot is up-to-dat. You should have a booster every ten years. But since medical care may become unavailable, get a booster if you haven't had one for five years. Get the vaccination against bacterial pneumonia. Even if you're young, in the future you may be malnourished and living under unhealthy conditions. You single men, marry a registered nurse. There're a lot of them out there. You can find one who appeals to you. A well trained registered nurse is worth more than pearls to you and your family, especially if she works in an ER or a surgical suite. Never,never,never,never, go to a Jewish doctor, dentist, therapist, anything, even if you have to drive a hundred miles to find someone else. The propaganda box is running all sorts of medical shows and advertisements designed to make people believe they are sick. Don't watch them. The enemy does very convicing propaganda. Let your body tell you if something is wrong. PART 2: MEDICAL MALICE - HISTORY
I believe Ezekial Emanual is responsible for Obamacare. At least his was the only name I ever heard in connection with it other than Obama's. He is a non-practicing oncologist who is a member of a pro-euthanasia group. (I got this information from Wikipedia.) I wasn't able to find the names of the other doctors and the lawyers involved. His brother, Rahm, was Chief-of-Staff for Obama just long enough to push Obamacare home. Then he went to his reward, becoming mayor of Chicago. I suspect that hospitals will play a big role in the coming police state. A lot of consolidation is going on. Catholic hospitals, where remnants of morality might be present in some of the staff, are being closed. Small hospitals are becoming offshoots of major trauma centers. If more than one major trauma center exists in a city, they'll partner up or, in very large cities, form a second group. As far as I can tell, here in New York City the major group comprises New York-Presbyterian, Memorial Sloan-Kettering, Cornell Weil, Mount Sinai, Columbia Presbyterian, New York Medical Center Downtown, Memorial Sloan-Kettering in Denville, New Jersey, and God only knows what else. I will in the future refer to such groups of hospitals as "Webs."
The main campus of this major New York Web runs from East 79th Street to East 64th Street between First Avenue and the East River. They are landlords of many if not most of the residential buildings that do exist in this area. This campus is very safe from conventional crime even though the side streets are still open to traffic. It's well guarded by hospital security and undercover guards possibly moonlighting from the 19th Precinct. This Web also has a slew of other buildings scattered around the city. So do the other Webs. Remember all those military bases we had at one time - Fort Jay, Fort Totten, Army Chemical Center, and so many more that are now closed? I believe they're being replaced by these medical complexes - at least inasmuch as they dealt with intelligence, biochemical warfare, and unconventional weapons.
ANCIENT EVIL BLOSSOMS
Well, maybe not ancient. What was then called New York Hospital-Cornell Medical Center established ties with CIA in the 1950s. As far back as 1953 it was laundering money for them that went to doctors who participated in human experimentation. One of these was the infamous Ewen Cameron. Cameron was an American citizen who commuted to Allen Memorial Hospital in Montreal. He experimented with psychic driving. This comprised putting a patient in a drug-induced coma for up to 86 days. Then the patient received electroshock three times a day for a month. Finally, this doctor clamped a football helmet to the patient's head. For twenty-one days, through this helmet that he was unable to remove, the patient had to listen to "a looped tape repeating, up to half a million times, messages like 'my mother hates me.'" This information comes from A Question of Torture: CIA Interrogation from the Cold War to the War on Terror by Alfred W. McCoy. Ironically, Ewen Cameron, who was guilty of crimes against humanity, had helped preside over the Nuremburg trials. The CIA's funding to people like Ewen Cameron was passing through Cornell's Society for the Investigation of Human Ecology, which was located in a townhouse on East 78th Street, probably between York Avenue and the East River. The Society was founded by Lawrence Hinkle and Harold Wolff, described by McCoy as "two respected neurologists at Cornell Medical Center." Wolff seemed to have been the one who dealt most with the CIA. I managed to find the Medical Archives of New York-Presbyterian/Weill Cornell, Finding Aid to the Harold Wolff, MD (1898-1962) Papers. This merely tells you where the papers are stored. It doesn't reproduce them. But a short biography of Harold Wolff is present. Wolff worked briefly with Pavlov in St. Petersburg, Russia (then Leningrad). He was a believer in human ecology's role in disease, trying to understand it against a backdrop of anthropology, religion, neurology, and psychiatry. In 1931, he became Chief Neurologist of Cornell Medical Center. At his home in Riverdale, he and his wife, a painter, entertained the artistic and scientific elite. He found God late in life and became an Episcopalian. After having a stroke at a conference in Washington, D.C., he died in 1962. Brief mention is made of Dr. Wollf's involvement wih the CIA. "Although the material included here does not reveal how much Dr. Wolff knew about the (Society for the Investigation of Human Ecology's) backing by the Central Intelligence Agency, it does include annual reports, 1957-1961, correspondence, and proposals for funding." It's difficult to believe that Dr. Wolff didn't know about the CIA's involvement, since he advised them about the role of self-inflicted pain (i.e., stress positions) in Communist interrogation. (A Question of Torture by McCoy.) Wolff and Allen Dulles, head of the CIA, were actually friends. Wolff treated Dulles' son. Cornell was far from the only school/hospital that partnered with the CIA. You can find the long, sad list on http://www.cia-on-campus.org/social/behavior.html Colin Ross, MD, also has written three books naming the people and institutions involved - The CIA Doctors: Human Rights Violations by American Psychiatrists, Military Mind Control: A Story of Trauma and Recovery, Bluebird: Deliberate Creation of Multiple Personality by Psychiatrists.
PART 3: MEDICAL MALICE - TRANSFORMATION OF A HOSPITAL
When I worked at Memorial Sloan-Kettering (MSK), the ventilation in their old lab on 68th Street was severely compromised. Everyone in the building was sick except for people who had offices with windows they could open. One day when I was alone in my office, my hands started to shake. Then my arms and legs started to jerk. I could walk, so I got out of there. I believe they'd been working on a neurotoxin, and a tiny amount had gotten into the screwed-up ventilation system. I never had symptoms like that either before or since that incident. I was so horrified that I didn't say a word to anyone. I didn't go to employee health. The next day no one even asked me why I'd left. Since surveillance was in the room, they knew. I wasn't aware at that time that the neighborhood association, led by New York State Senator Liz Kreuger, had taken MSK to court to prevent them from building a new lab on the site of the old one. New York zoning law did forbid building a lab in a residential area. The other reason the neighborhood association gave for not wanting the lab was that it would block the sun from Saint Catherine's Park, where a lot of children played. But I think they suspected that MSK might be going into the biowarfare business. Of course, MSK got their variance. A neighbor drew my attention to how deep a pit they were blasting. He said that it was profoundly deeper than they had to go. Maybe they were building six subbasements like Mount Sinai. They put up a fence, so I don't know how deep they ultimately went, but they were blasting for a long time. At that time we lived two blocks away, on the north side of 71st Street, almost directly in line with the new lab. They were blasting underground now, so it wasn't noisy. But one night they used a little too much explosive. They detonated it right underneath my brownstone. The whole place shook. They were creating a large space deep underground, and they were moving north. What is it's purpose? Is it a level 4 lab? Is it a shelter for the rich in case of nuclear attack? I can't say for sure what it is, because I've never been down there, but I believe it's a storage and transportation area serving the many Web buildings.
THE WEB IS GROWING
Now Cornell has won the competition to open an applied sciences campus on Roosevelt Island, thanks in part to an anonymous 350-million-dollar donation. Working with them at this site will be the Technion-Israel Institute of Technology, whose main campus is in Haifa, Israel. Cornell and Technion plan to spend two billion dollars on the new facility. They aren't buying property on Roosevelt Island, though. New York City is giving them the 11-acre campus. Goldwater Hospital, on the southern end of the island, will be razed to provide the space. The facility is scheduled to open in 2017. New York City is also giving Cornell and Technion 100 million dollars to pay for infrastructure work. Technion is noted for advanced computer, pharmaceutical, and medical research. Their students are building and launching their own satellites. Also, one of their professors discovered genetic proof that all Jews belonging to the Cohen lineage are descendants of the biblical high priest Aaron Hacohen. All of the information about Technion came from their web site. It sounds like they're building a formidable tech asset in the middle of the East River. I can't help but wonder whether Unit 8200 will be in the mix. I first heard of Unit 8200 when I read The Shadow Factory by James Bamford. It's Israel's equivalent of the NSA. According to Nicky Hager, a journalist, it's located near the Urim kibbutz, about 30 kilometers west of Beersheba, in the Negev desert. People who served in Unit 8200 designed our electronic surveillance and information-gathering systems. You can read all about it in The Shadow Factory. Since the station opened in 1989, the F train has provided access to Roosevelt Island. The stop is about ten blocks north of Goldwater Hospital, running in a straight line under the East River from the F-train stop at Lexington Avenue and 63rd Street. After the F train stops on Roosevelt Island, it continues on to Long Island City in Queens. From the midst of the Web, I can walk down to a path by the East River and look across at the island. So the Web has expanded across the water. Where will it stop? Someday every building in Manhattan will be owned by a hospital or a university.
PART 4: MEDICAL MALICE - INSIDE THE BEAST
As I said before, hospitals are great places to mine the most intimate information about people. They are also a good place to carry out invisible torture and murder. I say invisible because so many medical procedures are so painful and humiliating in themselves that outright torture is hard to spot. And people die in hospitals. Who can prove whether or not someone was deliberately infected with MRSA? Routinely hospital staff neglect to wash their hands or change their gloves between patients. Innocent mistakes are made with pathology studies and imaging due to the chaotic work conditions I described in the first part of this article. A common error is attaching the wrong patient's name to a specimen or study. I was working in the pathology department of a hospital where this happened. Nothing about it was sinister. A tech was probably distracted by jabbering coworkers. She switched names on two specimens. One patient had cancer of the colon. The other did not. Therefore, the patient with cancer was told that he was healthy, and the healthy patient was told he had cancer. The mistake was discovered, but imagine how devastating this was for both patients. After surgery a Davol drain is usually placed in the wound. This resembles the thing you use to suck mucus out of an infant's nose. You are supposed to compress the drain before you insert it so that it draws fluid out of the wound site. After surgery a female Hispanic imbecile just stuck one of these drains into my wound without compressing it. I was too sick to notice. Luckily for me a white teaching nurse had brought her students to the hospital that day. She noticed the mistake and corrected it, probably saving me from an infection. A phlebotomist is not supposed to touch your skin after she's wiped it with alcohol. She's supposed to locate the vein, memorize a landmark near it (i.e., a freckle), wipe your skin with alcohol, and insert the needle. But this never happens. Phlebotomists always palpate the vein again after they've cleaned it with alcohol, and the rubber gloves phlebotomists use are not sterile even if they do change them between patients. Even if you're lucky enough to afford a good doctor, he spends very little time with you. Most of the time you're at the mercy of a bunch of sadistic and/or uneducated trash. If God smiles on you, you could get one of the skilled, dedicated caregivers that also exist, but God isn't doing much smiling on us lately. Beware.
PART 5: MEDICAL MALICE - TORTURE AND MURDER
The incidents I described above probably have been happening in hospitals since the first one was built. Now I'll describe incidents in which the patients were, in my opinion, deliberately tortured or killed. Many sadists are drawn to the medical field. I also believe that hits are being carried out in hospitals.
DO YOU HAVE ELDERLY PARENTS OR GRANDPARENTS? DO YOU HAVE A SIBLING WHO WAS WOUNDED AND NEEDS NURSING HOME CARE? DO YOU HAVE A CHILD SO DISABLED THAT HIS CARE CAN'T BE MANAGED AT HOME? READ THIS.
Marie: Marie was the elderly wife of a friend of mine. He did his best to care for her at home, but she developed bed sores. He took her to New York Presbyterian (NYP). They put her in a room and wouldn't let her husband in. The hospitals in the Web have security guards who are nearly all black. The ones at NYP are thugs. The ones at Memorial Sloan-Kettering (MSK) are polite and helpful. One of NYP's thug guards stood outside the room, preventing Marie's husband from going in. About ten medical students entered and started practicing phlebotomy on Marie as if she weren't human at all but a rubber doll. She was screaming for her husband. He tried to force his way into the room, but the thugs dragged him away and threw him out of the hospital. What was he supposed to do? Call the police? I believe that most hospitals are quite friendly with the police in their precinct. My friend would have been labeled an emotionally disturbed person and hauled off for psychiatric evaluation. It's a rule in most hospitals, or at least used to be, that a phlebotomist is only allowed to stick a patient two or three times. If she can't get a vein, she has to call in the phlebotomy supervisor or a phlebotomist who is more skilled. These scumbag students obviously didn't believe in any rules but their own. They tortured Marie with their needles and clumsy hands until her blood pressure skyrocketed and she had a stroke. When her husband returned the next day at visiting hours, she couldn't talk. She was making decerebrate movements. She was grunting repeatedly. They'd murdered her. They said that she'd had a heart attack because of a preexisting heart condition. Bullshit! I saw her. She'd had a stroke. He wanted them to help her since they'd caused the condition. They wanted her out of their hospital and into a nursing home. Nursing homes in New York City (and probably anywhere unless you're rich) are sties. Some Hispanic slag in hospital management was badgering him constantly to get her out. When she realized she wouldn't be able to change his mind, Marie died, I suspect with some help.
Tina: I know a fine woman who's a therapist. I'll call her Jean. She's an Irish Catholic in a profession full of Jews, so she doesn't have it easy. I met Jean about three years after my introduction to reality. She has been a tower of strength for me. If you need therapy, go to a clinical social worker. Do not go to a psychiatrist or psychologist. If you want to know why, read Bluebird by Colin Ross if you can find a copy. During the Cold War, psychiatrists and psychologists took part in human experimentation and probably are still doing so. They certainly are still aiding interrogators. Tina, one of Jean's patients, a white woman in her sixties, had a stroke. Jean continued to see Tina even though she had to travel through dangerous parts of Brooklyn by subway. She was horrified by the things Tina told her. Tina was overweight. You may consider this a mortal sin, but imagine yourself in a wheelchair with half your body paralyzed, surrounded by savage blacks who are your caregivers. She coped by eating sweets. They would make fun of her every time they saw her at the candy machine, asking, "Aren't you fat enough?" She couldn't get onto the toilet by herself. They'd refuse to help her until she soiled herself, then laugh at her for that. Jean finally could no longer restrain herself when she heard the following story. When Tina bathed, sitting on a chair in the shower, the black nurses would bring the black male orderlies to the bathroom to watch her and laugh at her. Jean lodged a complaint. The next day Tina was dead. Only file a complaint if you have the patient safely out of the nursing home. The black bastards will murder them. These animals have no morals. Since courts in Iraq are probably less corrupt than ours, these scum can kill with impunity as long as their victims are white. And don't bother bringing someone in a nursing home gifts. The blacks will steal them as soon as you're out the door. A nursing home stole Jean's uncle's money. She and another relative had evidence, but they lost the case. Never go to court unless you know whom to bribe and have enough money to do it. Remember that whatever bribe you can afford, the jackals can afford more.
Mike: Mike was in a VA facility. He was scalded to death because his caregiver wandered off leaving the hot water running.
Margaret: Margaret was Jean's mother. An animal pulled out the plug of Margaret's oxygen delivery system because she didn't feel that this dying woman was treating her with respect.
The horror stories go on and on. I bet everyone who hears or reads this could write at least ten pages about their own experiences.
PART 6: MEDICAL MALICE - STOCKPILE DRUGS
Especially Antibiotics. Doctors will lecture you about overuse of antibiotics causing antibiotic-resistant bacteria. This may even be true, but why should everyone suffer because some idiots are too stupid to take the full course of antibiotics because their tummies are starting to hurt? Find out the best way to store them. Get a Physician's desk reference and read about a drug before you use it. ANTIBIOTICS ARE CRITICAL. IT'S EASIER TO GET NARCOTICS FROM A DOCTOR THAN ANTIBIOTICS. I learned the hard way about the jackals withholding antibiotics from their enemies and from useless eaters. After a jackal would-be assassin attacked me with a hypodermic rigged in a briefcase, I developed an infection from the filthy needle. For over a month I was in the most intense sustained pain of my life. I went to my rheumatologist, whom I'd always trusted, and told him about the attack. I was a little surprised when he interrogated me about it. Was I sitting or standing? What was I wearing? Was there a hole in my clothing? (Note that there will never be a hole in your clothing. The jackals use very thin needles, maybe 35-gauge. Neither will there be a needle mark on your skin.) Then he told me that I had osteoarthritis and gave me a shot of steroids in my knee. Steroids will make an infection worse. It's a mark of my naivete at that time and my faith in this doctor that I wondered if it could be osteoarthritis. Everyone my age has osteoarthritis. It makes you stiff and achy. It doesn't cause excrutiating pain.
The attack occurred on December 28, 2001, only two years into their campaign of stalking and harassment. I was still disoriented because of all the things that were happening to me. The pain continued. I went back to him, again asking for antibiotics. He refused again, although he did give me a prescription for Percocets. He sent me for x-rays of my knee. When I returned, he claimed that the x-rays showed no infection. Now that I think about it, I wonder if an x-ray would show an infection. It's for images of the skeleton, not the soft tissues. He still gave me no antibiotics. He did refer me to the osteopathic section of New York Presbyterian. The doctor there was an incredibly rude, goat-faced jackal. He was accompanied by a large, muscular Oriental woman with a pockmarked face. After a few insults, he left me to be examined by the woman. I got on the table. She grabbed my infected leg, and roughly and rapidly flexed and extended it while I begged her to stop. It felt like she did it for an hour, but it was probably only fifteen minutes or so. I should have got out of there after she left, but I was in so much pain that I couldn't walk. I wanted to pass out. I took three Percocets and did pass out in a chair. I slept for nearly an hour. The woman and the jackal returned. He told me that my x-rays showed I had no cartilege in either knee and that I needed bilateral knee replacement. This was a lie. I went to a doctor in the Hospital for Special Surgery. He took x-rays also and showed them to me. I had plenty of cartilage. The jackal bastard wanted to get me into an operating room, which I probably wouldn't have left alive. The jackal examined me also. I was afraid that he was going to hurt me, too, but I meekly got back up on the table. He didn't. He did a standard examination. It was only then that I began to realize that the Oriental woman had indeed tortured me. I never would have believed that people are tortured in American hospitals if I hadn't experienced it myself.
Then the jackal attempted to send me for preoperative screening. I pretended that I was going, but instead I limped down the stairs and got out of that place. The Oriental bitch had done me a favor. She'd injured me to the point that the infection, which probably had been encapsulated, spread through my body. That night I spiked a fever, wiping away any doubt that I had an infection, not osteoarthritis. I searched the apartment and found two strong antibiotic tablets. I took one. Then, as I'd been doing for over a month, I knocked myself out with drugs and went to sleep. When I awoke, three-quarters of the pain had gone. I took the other pill and went to my rheumatologist. I told him that I'd started a course of Levaquin and needed to finish it. I also told him that the Levaquin had made me feel much better. He spoke very strangely, as if he knew he was being recorded. He said that he still didn't believe I had an infection, but since I'd started the Levaquin, he'd prescribe sufficient pills to finish the course. Since the infection had spread through my body, I had to take a second course of Levaquin, prescribed by a doctor in another state. Once I was no longer in pain, I was able to think clearly. I should have gone to the out-of-state doctor after my rheumatologist first refused to give me antibiotics. It occurred to me that since the initial attack had occurred on a bus passing through the area around the UN, I wouldn't have to go to my neighborhood precinct to report it. I could go to the precinct in which it occurred. The officer there was willing to file a complaint, but since I'd waited so long, nearly six months, to report it, he had one request. He asked me to get a note from my doctor saying that I'd told him about the attack. He wouldn't have to say he believed me, just that I'd told him. My doctor refused. He gave me no reason. He just refused. Obviously, the jackals would had hired the attacker were leaning on him. So the filthy little Jew who tried to kill me and succeeded in partially crippling my legs will get away with it.
We are taught to respect the medical profession. Many individual doctors are certainly worthy of respect. But too many would sell their souls to save their careers. And too many are sadists and assassins who were sent to medical school by the jackals so they could later use their services. Get rid of the respect for the medical profession with which you were indoctrinated. That respect kept me from getting out of that room after I'd been tortured. I should have got out of there if I had to crawl. That respect made me doubt my own perceptions. I didn't need to ruin my legs by not treating the infection for months.
PART 7: MEDICAL MALICE - PROTECT YOURSELF
Don't believe any statement that starts with "your CT showed" or "your MRI showed" SHOWED" or "your x-rays showed" or "your blood tests showed" unless your trusted family physician did and analyzed these exams himself. If you can afford it, get at least three of these studies done in other states or countries. Give a phony name and pay cash. If the jackals have you in their sites or if you're a white useless eater, be A WHITE USELESS EATER, BE EXTREMELY WARY. Sometimes people beg to be screwed over. I heard about a lady who is convinced she has lymphoma because the Internet told her so. She was worked up at two hospitals and told she did not have lymphoma. Now she is going for yet another workup at MSK because "they're the best." No, they are not.
Most people do not know that hospitals and doctors pay to be listed in magazines as "the best." A doctor was called by one of these magazines and told that they wanted to include her in their best-doctors issue. She was flattered until they asked her for $10,000. (This was a few years ago. It probably costs a lot more now.) I'm sure the doctors they list are good. They wouldn't extend an offer to a junkie with a string of malpractice suits. But they are not necessarily the best. I'm sure many of you are thinking, My kindly Dr. Jones would never do anything to hurt me. He may not want to, but doctors are very vulnerable. You're in a bad situation when your livelihood depends on your reputation. The jackals excel in destroying reputations. Doctors can kill and torture you invisibly. Usually the torture isn't as obvious as what happened to me. They could give you a medication that causes painful side effects instead of a more benign one. They can use psychological torture, like the gnarly staff did with the woman who had a stroke. You know those pain compliance points you learned in the service? They know many more, and they can hit them all in the course of a long, thorough examination. In addition, if I'm correct about hospitals being disguised military installations, the jackals have access to bioagents and toxins we've never heard of. There's one that makes your nerves hurt. They can use it to turn you into a drug addict or just torture you into a heart attack.
Most doctors aren't evil. You know how to identify the ones who are. Most of them are overwhelmed with work. They must constantly learn new material. They're busy with their patients. I don't think most of the good doctors even know what's going on in their hospital. Try to stay as healthy as possible so you don't have to go to a hospital. If you're wounded or have surgery, make sure they give you prophylactic antibiotics. Appeal to your (hopefully) good doctor. If he refuses and you can take things by mouth, get a friend to sneak you in some strong antibiotics. Hospitals are filthy. And I have to wonder if some people aren't being deliberately infected with methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus. First do research to find out what antibiotic would be safe for you, given your surgery, the medication the staff is giving you, and any allergies you might have.
PART 8: MEDICAL MALICE - A VICIOUS ATTACK BY JACKAL DOCTORS ON ONE WOMAN
This young woman merely helped someone who'd been targeted by the jackals. As you read this, think! If they did this to someone who didn't actively oppose them, didn't particularly dislike them, what would they do to you? I know that you're aware of how passionately the Jews hate us, all of us, even those who are no threat to them. They don't come at you head-on with a gun or a knife. The best way I can explain it is to say that they create situations that slowly destroy you. While you suffer, they shudder with joy and record everything for future enjoyment. If you hated someone, you might chop off his leg with a hatchet. But when they hate, they create a long, drawn-out situation where they might convince you that you have a disease that requires your leg be amputated. And it would take a lot to make you hate to the point where you wanted to chop up someone. If someone on the street glared at you, unless they were going to attack you, you'd probably shrug it off. But if you glared at a Jew, he would find out who you are, prepare a dossier on you, and proceed to make your life a living hell. I'm not saying that people shouldn't seek medical care if they need it. But please read Laura's story and don't let this happen to you. Maybe men could have trouble identifying with a gynecological problem. Just substitute any organ in your body. This could happen to anyone.
If you want to terrify a woman, especially a young woman, tell her she might have ovarian cancer. At MSK, at least, the protocol for treating early ovarian cancer is this. First, the surgeon will "take everything out." This elegant expression is inevitably used by doctors, as if women were too dim to understand what comprises a total abdominal hysterectomy. You know those big half-gallon bottles of soda? Imagine one filled with anti-cancer drugs being infused into your abdomen in conjunction with another anti-cancer drug being infused into your thorax. It's a grueling experience for the patient. Many experience extreme pain during the infusion, and of course they're weak and sick for weeks afterward, like with most chemotherapy. If a woman does indeed have ovarian cancer, I suppose it's worth it. But what if doctors lie to you? What if you do not have ovarian cancer, and they conspire to make you believe that you do? Laura was saved because she had an excellent gynecologist whom she'd been seeing since she reached puberty. This gynecologist, let's call her Dr. Schmidt, was born and educated in Germany. She'd published many scholarly papers and is no way part of any medical lunatic fringe. After the horror I'm about to recount was over, she advised Laura that if she ever became seriously ill, she should go to Germany for treatment. German doctors use treatment that is patient-centered. American doctors use protocols - a kind of one-size-fits-all approach. It's advice everyone should take to heart providing they can afford to go to Germany for treatment. Not many of us can. Dr. Schmidt had been following Laura for a fibroid on one of her ovaries. It had reached a point where it was causing her pain, so Dr. Schmidt told her that the ovary needed to be removed. She sent her for a consultation with a surgeon. Unknown to Dr. Schmidt, this surgeon was a jackal. In his examining room, his nurse gave Laura a gown that was too small to close around her body. Laura is a tiny woman, weighing maybe 100 pounds. Only a gown made for a child would have been too small for her. (I wonder why this gynecologic surgeon would even have children's gowns.) When the doctor came in, he bent over and whispered to her, "No matter how often I do this, it never gets boring." Every woman knows that a gynecologist always puts a sheet over the patient to give her some sense of privacy. This one didn't. So there she was, lying on the table, with a gown that had fallen open and him staring at her. Then, with his nurse standing by, he attacked her. There's no other word for it. When doing an internal examination, a gynecologist will always ask if he's hurting you, especially if he's palpating a mass. This doctor was viciously brutal, trying to hurt her as much as he could. It's not uncommon for a gynecologist to paltpate a mass vaginally and rectally at the same time. But he just used this as an opportunity to maul her from both sides, causing her excruciating pain. Even though his penis remained in his pants, this was rape. His nurse was a witness to this sexual assault and torture. If Laura had decided to file a complaint, for whom do you think the nurse would have testified? They're all so afraid of losing their precious jobs, which they'll probably lose anyway. (The jackals always attack you when you're alone. But they always have witnesses. You won't see them sometimes. They'll be milling around in a crowd. But they'll come forward if needed and make you look like a liar.) After this assault disguised as an examination was finally over, the jackal doctor started raving about all the red flags he'd seen, not specifying what they were. This was the first time but far from the last that Laura heard the words, "I have to take everything out." Then the jackal said, "If you don't have everything taken out, you'll be dead in six months." At this point he was speculating on the strength of a benign-looking ultrasound and a blood test that showed no inflammation in her body. He had no idea what he was dealing with and wouldn't have until he did a biopsy.
Ovarian cancer is a woman's worst nightmare. It's possible that some emotionally vulnerable women would commit suicide after hearing something like that. Once you know a woman has ovarian cancer, of course you have to tell her. But you don't tell her before you know. Laura was a wreck. She went straight to Dr. Schmidt, who ordered an transvaginal ultrasound. I had one of those decades ago. For those who may not have had this very special experience, this examination involves having an ultrasound with a huge, penis-like thing stuck in your vagina. The worst part is the sight of this thing coming at you. It wasn't painful. The tech went out of her way to be gentle and kept asking if she was hurting me. But either Laura's technician was a complete bitch or the jackals had bribed her. She plunged that thing around in Laura, causing her extreme pain. She began to bleed. You are not supposed to bleed after a transvaginal ultrasound. The examination showed the ovary with the fibroid and the healthy ovary. It was a clearer image of what Dr. Schmidt had seen initially.
The doctor referred Laura to another surgeon, one who was not a jackal. The surgeon referred Laura to New York University Medical Center for preoperative screening. There, someone misread her electrocardiogram. When the surgeon got the results of this bogus electrocardiogram, he told Laura that she had an enlarged left heart valve and no anesthesiologist would touch her unless she was cleared by a cardiologist. The cardiologist wasn't on her insurance plan, so she had to pay a hefty fee to discover that the person who administered the electrocardiogram was either dishonest or incompetent. The surgeon then wanted an MRI of the mass. Laura suffers from claustrophobia, so she opted for an open MRI. When she arrived at the MRI lab, the technician ambushed her, maybe acting on orders from the jackals. He suddenly decided that she needed a closed MRI. Laura had already been traumatized by fear of ovarian cancer, a sexual assault, a brutal transvaginal ultrasound, and a dishonest or stupid electrocardiograph technician. Since the MRI technician hadn't told her that she'd need a closed MRI until she got there, she hadn't had time to take a tranquilizer to get through it. She was thrust, unprepared, into the coffin-like, banging, slamming MRI container. The people at this creepy MRI facility came up with a truly creative diagnosis. They hallucinated a bizarre structure involving and connecting both ovaries like a bridge. (I haven't told you everything yet. But even with what I've told you, would you willingly place yourself in the hands of this jackal-owned medical system? You can find a good doctor. But once you are in a hospital, he can't help you when he's not there. He doesn't do your lab work and imaging studies himself. Do you trust any findings excreted from jackal-controlled labs and imaging practices? And even if they do their jobs properly, their computers can be hacked by the jackals. No matter how careful you've been, you can't be sure they don't know you, and want you dead. You have targets on your backs. Don't hand yourself to the enemy unless you have something like a burst appendix. Keep reading. I have more horrible things to tell you.)
Laura's surgeon was rightfully puzzled by the bridge structure the MRI techs claimed they'd found. He sent her for a CT scan, which showed one normal ovary and the other with a benign-looking fibroid, just as the ultrasounds had. Laura's surgery was uneventful until she reached the recovery room. There, yet another bitch reared her ugly head. She kept demanding that Laura urinate. Laura tried her best because she wanted to get out of there. But she couldn't for a very good reason. The idiots had left a catheter in her urethra. Once that was removed, she urinated and fled the place. She had a hard time getting her pants on because the jerks in the OR had neglected to suck out the air with which they'd inflated her abdomen for the laparoscope. Her surgeon told her everything was fine. The fibroid was benign. Two pathologists who examined the fibroid and ovary shared his opinion. Then along came a jackal pathologist, who claimed to have found two malignant cells encapsulated on the specimen. On the strength of the jackal's supposed findings, the intimidated surgeon reversed his position. Now he said that everything would have to come out and she would need chemotherapy. He referred Laura to an oncologist. Acting on the advice of Dr. Schmidt, who said that more surgery and then chemotherapy would kill her, Laura broke the appointment. Her gynecologist obtained the slides and sent them to Johns Hopkins for a second opinion. The pathologist there called Dr. Schmidt, extremely puzzled. "Why didn't you send the slide with the cancerous cells?" he asked. Dr. Schmidt didn't sent that slide because it wasn't included in the ones she received from Laura's surgeon. I suspect they hadn't yet fabricated it. I believe that cancerous cells were present on the slide they finally produced, but I don't think they came from Laura's body. I wasn't alone in this belief. Laura had to go back to the surgeon and ask for the slide. The previously courteous secretary gave it to her and snarled, "Here's your cancer!" When Laura got the slides, she discovered that the specimens hadn't been examined in New York University Medical Center, where she'd had her surgery, but at Bellevue Medical Center. They are both members of another Web in New York City. Laura's surgeon had told her the specimens were examined at New York University Medical Center. However suspect this diagnosis of ovarian cancer was, Laura's gynecologist said that protocol required her to at least refer her to an oncological surgeon for evaluation. But she reminded Laura that she was not required to take the surgeon's advice. To my horror, this surgeon worked for MSK. After waiting for three hours in the oncological surgeon's waiting room, Laura was confronted with an arrogant prick who told her, without having read her phony pathology report or seen her doctored slides, that everything had to come out. This was the third doctor she'd heard this offensive description from, as if he planned to gut her like a chicken. This time she'd done her homework on the Internet and argued with him. She reminded him that chemotherapy would make her more susceptible to other cancers. He was enraged and told her she'd be dead in six months. It was the second time she'd heard that.
Now, a couple of years later, Laura is very much alive and in excellent health. She sees Dr. Schmidt every six months for an ultrasound and blood test. Both tests have remained normal. Intellectually Laura didn't believe that she'd had cancerous cells, but emotionally the fear is there and always will be. With the despicable pig-dogs that have taken over the medical profession, good doctors have a great deal to fear if they continue to behave ethically. Dr. Schmidt's husband had a routine yearly checkup. A team of jackal doctors told him that he had a heart condition that could cause him to die suddenly, with no premonitary symptoms. These bastards terrorize people. Even Dr. Schmidt, who should have known to get a second opinion, let her husband be hospitalized for surgery. When you believe someone you love is in danger, you do not think rationally. Her husband died on the table. They murdered him. These words came from a doctor, not from me. Dr. Schmidt said, "They killed him." The hospital where he died was the same one in which Laura had her surgery. Apparently Dr. Schmidt had angered them by rescuing someone they'd marked for torture. Does this sound paranoid? Think about it. The jackals will not rest until every white gentile is dead.
Why are our young men and women who managed to survive Iraq coming home and killing themselves? Could someone have messed with their heads? I'm going to do an article on forced-dissociation programming so I'll merely say now that the jackals are the supreme head-fuckers in this world and always have been. Usually they terrorize people with phony cancer diagnoses. But Dr. Schmidt is a physician. They knew she would research her husband's supposed cancer before she'd let him go into a hospital. They had to pick something that could happen at any minute without warning. I hate to leave my apartment because for the past 14 years the jackals have been paying people to insult and threaten me or merely invade my personal space (not that anyone has much in New York). They ask stupid questions, like I have "New York Tourist Bureau" printed on my back. One of them yelled, "You've got cancer," then ran away. I suppose they wanted me to think, gosh, maybe I do have cancer. I'd better go to a hospital and get checked out. If I did, that would be the end of me. Don't believe anyone who tells you that you have cancer or some other deadly illness without proof you can trust. If you feel sick and think maybe you do have something, go to at least three doctors anonymously who are in different Webs or, best of all, not in any Web. Give a phony name. Pay cash. If you can afford to, go to Germany. Don't trust the jackal bastards.
PART 9: MEDICAL MALICE - THE ANCIENT POISONERS
YOU DON'T NEED A BANDAID AFTER YOUR BLOOD IS DRAWN
It's not like it's gushing down your arm unless you have some blood disease. I went to a lab for a blood test. I was feeling fine. The technician was a slatternly Hispanic woman, but I wasn't alarmed. Junkies gravitate to phlebotomy. They never have trouble hitting a vein. As soon as she stuck the needle in me, I felt a surge of nausea. I don't like needles, but they don't make me sick. She must have dipped it into something the jackals had given her. After she took the blood, she put a gauze dressing on me, held in place by thick, odd-looking tape. This never happens. They give you a Bandaid. I should have ripped it off, but I left it on for hours. As we drove home, I started getting pains in my stomach. By that night I was in significant pain, throwing up, and running a fever. Even though I knew the jackals can poison you through your skin, I just never saw it coming. Nobody I knew was sick. I hadn't eaten anything questionable. And the initial nausea I felt when she jabbed the needle in me makes me certain that the jackals were responsible. These filthy, diseased monsters spend most of their time dreaming up exotic tortures for the unchosen. No sane human being can predict what they're going to do.
I only had one medical test that was ever of use to me, a urine tox screen. My doctor told me that they'd found dilaudid and buprenorphine in my urine. I have no idea how to get dilaudid, and I didn't even know what buprenorphine was until I looked it up. It's a drug like methadone, used to treat opiate addiction. I had been feeling drugged. One day I think they tossed some LSD into the mix. It was a terrifying feeling, like I could barely move, and everything looked distorted. I passed out and slept for hours. After my doctor gave me the test results, I realized what they were doing - coming into my apartment when I was away and drugging my food. I always keep a pot of coffee in the fridge, and at that time I was buying half-gallon bottles of Pepsi. Both Pepsi and coffee have a strong taste, which would disguise the drugs' taste. This pretty much targeted me. My husband doesn't drink coffee at all and drinks very little soda. I started buying soda in cans. Whenever I got back home, I made a fresh pot of coffee and threw away any open soda cans. Since I started doing that, I haven't had any LSD or narcotic trips.
A friend of mine woke up hemorrhaging blood from his rectum. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to drive him out of New York for treatment, but I was afraid he'd bleed out. Reluctantly, I took him to New York-Presbyterian's emergency room, which is only a couple of blocks away. I asked one of their thug guards for a gurney. I wanted to elevate my friend's legs. He refused to give me one. I asked for a wheelchair. He refused that request, too. The ER waiting room was almost empty. I had him lie down on two end tables. By this time the bleeding had nearly stopped. While he'd been asleep, he'd been oozing blood through the entire length of his digestive system. That accounted for the rush of blood when he stood up. I knew his entire digestive system was involved because the blood was both red and black. (When blood appears black, it's partially digested and is coming from the stomach.) To me this screamed that he'd been dosed with an anticoagulant. It apparently had done its worst and was out of his system. They did coag studies, which according to them were normal. Given that the tests were done at NYP, I had little faith in them. We stayed long enough to make sure he didn't need a transfusion, then left against medical advice. As soon as possible we went to his out-of-state doctor for upper and lower endoscopies. There were no lesions. He apparently had bled for no reason. I asked the doctor how long it would take heparin or some other anticoagulant to leave his system. If he'd taken it orally, his coag studies wouldn't have been normal when they were done at NYP. (Of course, since NYP is in jackal hands, they may have lied to me.) The doctor then told me that short-acting anticoagulants could be injected. Your coag studies would return to normal very quickly. My friend takes the subway every day during rush hour. I'm convinced that someone injected him with an anticoagulant. Remember, you don't feel these needles. Have you ever had an eye exam where they inject you with an imaging agent? They put the needle in a vein on the back of your hand, where the skin is the thinnest and most delicate. You won't feel the needle go in. When they take it out, there is no mark, no drop of blood, no bruise, nothing. Someone would have to skin you to find a flare that would indicate you'd been injected. Whatever gauge those needles are, that's what the jackals are using. They can inject you with something that will kill you quickly or slowly. Or they can just make you sick.
Skill with a gun and knife are important. Everyone who's physically fit should study some kind of defense - Systema, Karate, or whatever appeals to you. But be aware that these skills will probably be useless against your worst enemies. Never assume they're not aware of your feelings toward them. Even if you have no negative feelings toward them, they will hate you for what you are. Their assassins are little gray men with hypodermics. They don't look threatening. They can get very close without alarming you. Be wary in crowds. I wash my hands as soon as I walk into my apartment for fear that they put something on the doorknob. This is stupid because the poison would be absorbed immediately. It might be better to wear gloves or use paper towel to turn the knob. I'm angry that these weasels have made me afraid of my doorknob. You can drive yourself crazy wondering what they will do next. I'm sure this is deliberate on their part. Most of their attacks seem senseless. They have no obvious purpose. Someone was reading from The Art of War on a show. I think they're using this as one of their playbooks. The real purpose of their attacks is to turn their enemies into confused, paranoid, ineffectual fighters. In all their attacks there is some element that seems bizarre. If you try to go to law enforcement and make a complaint, you sound delusional. The jackals are cowards, sneaks, and liars. To defend ourselves, we also must embrace stealth and deception. These demons have tainted the world.
HOW I FOUND OUT ABOUT SOME THINGS
The globalists have a dirty-tricks organization. There are many victims all over the world, probably hundreds of thousands. They seem to target ordinary people who have never done anything to incur anyone's wrath. No one knows why they've been chosen. The people running this organization are rich and powerful, with ties to intelligence and law enforcement communities. I believe that cops and former cops, and agents and former agents actually carry out most of the harassment, though they have little to do with the planning. It seemed to me that the leaders of this organization were all Jewish. I thought that was because I live in Manhattan and was only seeing the local leaders. But then I heard a radio show in which a woman named Julianne McKinney was being interviewed. She is former army intelligence and worked extensively with the CIA in Germany. She lived in Silver Spring, Maryland, for a while, but now few people know where she is. I'm not one of them. She said that the perpetrators seemed to belong to one religion, and their victims seemed to not belong to that religion. The interviewer pressed her to name the religion, but she wouldn't, saying she didn't want to start a religious war. Since I'd noticed that practically all the victims are gentiles, I believe she'd come to the same conclusion I had, and she doesn't live in Manhattan. You can listen to this program on You Tube. The title is Part 3 of 3: Julianne McKinney on Microwave Harassment and Mind Control Experimentation.
I've never done anything to the Jews. Yet, their reaction to me ranges from cold disdain to demonic rage. I believe they feel this way about all white gentiles. I believe that they will not rest until they exterminate us. The people I believe to be current or former law enforcement and intelligence agents, when tormenting the victims, probably use the same techniques and equipment they employ when they carry out legitimate investigations. Since it's no fun to torture someone who just thinks they're having a lot of bad luck, the leaders order their agents to make sure that all victims know they've been targeted. Their sadism has had the unintended consequence of enabling me to find out a lot about their equipment and techniques. Unfortunately I don't have a technical education. But I can provide a good description of the effects of their devices. In some cases I can describe the equipment. A technician like you should be able to figure out how they're doing it, and you'll be able to warn people. I know nothing about microwave or other so-called nonlethal weapons. I don't believe they've used these things on me. Actually, the symptoms victims report sound an awful lot like post-traumatic stress disorder.
AN EXAMPLE OF THE WAYS THEY LET US KNOW THEY'RE TARGETING US
This is how I found out that surveillance was present in our apartment. If they'd wanted me to know, they could have just told me. But everything they do is weird, convoluted, and oblique. I got on a subway. Four men who were obviously together got on at the same time. They didn't sit together, but all chose different seats so that they surrounded me. They began to talk in some strange way. At first I didn't think they were speaking English. Then I realized that they were. They were describing something that had happened when I was alone in my apartment, something I didn't even tell my husband. I knew they were entering our apartment when we were out. They'd steal stuff or vandalize something - never anything obvious like a TV set. They just wanted me to know they'd been there. One day when I'd planned to go out, I stayed home instead. I slammed the door in case there was a microphone in the hall, hoping they'd think I left. Then I waited in the utility room with a spray can of brake cleaner, a club, and some duct tape. I'd even put some strips of duct tape around a heat riser. (Usually only one of them came in while the others waited on the ground floor or outside.) I figured I'd have trouble dragging him around when he was semiconscious, so the strips would hold him upright while I finished taping him to the riser. We had a brace for our door, so the others wouldn't be able to get in. I planned to question him, to try to find out who'd hired him. I waited there two hours. Of course, they never showed. One of the four guys on the subway described all of this in some blackalese patois. He mentioned every detail, including the strips of duct tape on the heat riser. I realized that my apartment had been turned into a studio, with cameras, microphones, and speakers in every room. After 14 years of this, I have a pretty good idea what kind of sophisticated equipment the rulers have. I know how they torture. I know how they kill. From what people have said about their experiences with the FBI, I'm certain they're not the ones doing this stuff. It's not them or anyone like them, but individuals who work for them might moonlight for the criminal organization. If so, I'd like to know how these people passed the psychological screening process or even if there still is a psychological screening process. This criminal organization specializes in crimes that don't look like crimes, torture that doesn't look like torture, and assassination that doesn't look like assassination. They don't use guns and knives. They use drugs, poison, and bioweapons. They're heavy into psychological torture. I don't think any of this is relevant to your experience. What is relevant is their surveillance technology. I believe that what they have is available to all agencies, so I'm going to deal exclusively with that. I can describe what's being done and make an uneducated guess about how it's being done. But only a technician, preferably with military experience, can tell you how it's done and how to counter it. I'm hoping someone like that is out there. People need to be warned as soon as possible. Some have heard about it but don't take it seriously or think it would be too expensive to use except in extreme situations or think it's only in development. It's developed and it's in use - widely. From now on, I'll refer to the Jews in charge as jackals, because they are and because I'm not sure that only Jews are involved. I'll refer to their possible spook and law enforcement helpers as whores, because they are. I mean no disrespect to prostitutes. Prostitutes rent their bodies. Whores sell their souls. My first topic will be powerline hacking.
Powerline hacking is counterintuitive. My husband has worked a lot on electrical wiring. Yet, when I told him I thought my computer was being hacked through the power cord, he asked, "Wouldn't that fry the data?" To be honest, I thought the same thing when I first began to suspect what they were doing. This is how I found out about powerline hacking. I have a laptop that I didn't put online at all for a few years. I even activated the Vista operating system over the phone. As with any computer I get, I removed the wireless chip. I used a security suite to shut down all external access. Yet I was being hacked. Someone was even putting the laptop online. Eventually I noticed that I had much less trouble when the power cord was not plugged into the laptop. The jackal hacker was still on my laptop, but he couldn't move as quickly or accomplish as much. From that point on, I never turned on the laptop without first removing the power cord. The jackals became frustrated. One day I came home to find that my laptop wouldn't turn on. I saw that the battery wasn't sitting properly. It was jammed in so bad that I had to pry it loose with a screwdriver. Once I inserted the battery properly, the laptop turned on. I was dreading what I'd find. The jackals' whore wouldn't have removed the battery unless he was going inside to install a wireless transceiver. He had - a very powerful one. The hacker owned that laptop. It was unusable. The cursor's insert point kept jumping around. I thought he might have installed a virus, but no scanner could find one. I think he was actually doing it himself, in real time. I believe a jackal rather than one of their whores is doing the hacking. The whores aren't emotionally invested. They're just doing a job. The jackals really hate us and are obsessed with tormenting us. Finally I just stuck the laptop in a drawer.
I've had so many computers apart looking for the jackals' damn transceivers. In the first place, I don't know anything about computer chips. Maybe I was expecting to find one with "wireless transceiver" printed on it. In the second place, I think they use very tiny, military-grade components that even someone who knew about computer hardware would have difficulty finding. The jackals know when the computer has been moved somewhere, like to a shop. They don't access it or do so very carefully so a repairman couldn't pick up any signal. So, powerline hacking exists, and the jackals are using it, probably on many people. I'm certain that law enforcement is using it, too. During a criminal investigation, the prey would never know someone was on his computer. The spies wouldn't interfere with him at all. They'd just watch and download everything he writes, draws, or says if he's got Skype or other communication programs. I could find no information about powerline hacking on the Internet. However, there is some sparse information about powerline networking on sites that sell the equipment for it. Wikipedia has an article about it in which it states, "Power line communications systems operate by impressing a modulated carrier signal on the wiring system." I have no idea how this impressing of a modulated carrier signal is done, but I'm sure many who read the article will understand it. This legal technology is probably similar to what the jackals use for powerline hacking.
In networking, you stick one component in a plug near one computer and another in a plug near the other computer. Then you plug each computer's Ethernet cable into the component. Obviously the jackals have far more efficient equipment. They can work very fast, whereas legal powerline networking is rather slow and can't be used across any significant distance. Both computers have to be in your home or office. But the jackals come in right through the powerline. There is nothing sticking out of the plug with an Ethernet cable connecting it to the computer. I decided to do some hands-on investigation of the outlet into which I plug my computer and peripherals. (I've looked inside all my surge protectors. There doesn't seem to be anything extra in them. Also, I've tried plugging my computers directly into the wall outlet, and the hacking is just as bad.) A blue-sheathed wire runs through my apartment and probably throughout the entire building. It's the same size as other household wires. I opened a plug box on the circuit I use for my computer and found the blue wire. I also found the blue wire when I opened a plug box in our bedroom, which is on a different circuit. The blue wires are always hot, even when a circuit is turned off at the service panel in my apartment. Actually, they're intermittently hot. They seem to receive bursts of electricity. The plug box I use for my computer is directly below an intercom. Some of the wiring I found could be for the intercom. The doormen can access the intercom, and possibly it can be accessed from other areas. The doormen were always buzzing it "accidentally," when I answered saying they'd hit it with their elbows. Maybe this opened the connection. I took the intercom apart and stuffed it with rubber and electrical tape, because I believed they could listen to us in our apartment. The plug was removed one day when I was out, but at least they stopped buzzing me. (Unless it's common knowledge, people should be warned that an apartment building intercom can be used to spy on them by any idiot who can push a button.) When I opened the plug box under the intercom, I saw two blue wires attached to the top of the plug and two blue wires attached to the bottom of it. I saw red, black, and white wires behind the plug, but I don't know if they were attached to the back of the plug or just lying there on the bottom of the box. I was afraid to stick my finger in the box to find out because I wouldn't be able to avoid touching the connection points for the hot wires. After I found an antenna in a switch box in my former apartment, the jackals' whores came in while I was away and shortened all the wires so I could no longer remove a plug or switch from the box and look inside. They also wrapped everything with a lot of electrical tape and ran it up the wires. I had to remove it very carefully with a razor. But I was afraid if I undid the wires from the screws on one side, I wouldn't be able to replace them properly. In this case, I also was afraid to remove the blue wires because they were hot. I just plugged my computer and peripherals into an outlet I had some confidence in. I'd bought a plug at the store and given it to the super to install. Also, no blue wire was in that plug box. Of course, they could have changed all that the first time we left the apartment alone for a couple of hours. I bought two plugs, one to give to the super to install and one to break open. After he'd left, we took a hammer to both the new and the old plug, which were the same brand and type. We couldn't find anything inside the old plug that wasn't also inside the new plug.
Powerline hacking doesn't show up on a security suite scan. If there are findings that suggest powerline hacking is being used, I don't know enough about computers to pick them up. I use a very good security suite, Kaspersky, but the jackals shut it down when they want to do something malicious. Then they turn it back on. I use very high security settings. Sometimes they lower them. Passwording everything, even with a virtual keyboard, doesn't stop them. I use very long alphanumeric passwords with special characters, but they pick them up with their keyloggers. After I plugged the computer into the new outlet, Kaspersky started to work. It found a PDM keylogger in modled.exe, a file that has something to do with the monitor. This was a digitally signed Microsoft patch. I don't know if they replace Microsoft files and forge a digital signature or if Microsoft files are essentially flawed. I haven't been able to secure a computer since Windows 98. It was the last operating system without Windows NT, which I think is a trojan. I made a copy of my Windows 98 installation disk and found that the jackals had slipped NT files onto the copy. Anything that important to hackers has to be rotten. The jackals use digitally signed Microsoft files to do everything, including create their malicious network. I can't go online without going through this network. I can't create an Internet connection that is independent of this network. Kaspersky found API hooks and files with export tables at the beginning of the operating system loading. They, too, were digitally signed Microsoft files. They are signs of a trojan, but if I block them, the operating system probably wouldn't load. (People should be asked to uncheck the box in their security suite that says "Trust Digitally Signed Files." They might get a nasty surprise, just like I did.) Their network uses UDP packets, both incoming and outgoing. There also was an outgoing ICMPv6 packet when they began to connect to the Internet using the accustomed TCP/IP protocol. Shortly after Kaspersky found these problems, I felt the hacker on my computer again. I had less control over the mouse, and I had problems moving windows. This indicates that they don't have to put something in every plug or switch. They may not have to put something on each circuit. They may connect through the service panel or to something farther upstream. Law enforcement agencies can tap a landline from their offices. They don't have to keep a room at Verizon. Maybe it works the same with control of electrical wiring. I'm afraid that buildings are being wired or rewired to be surveillance-ready.
Glenn Beck said the following on his December 8, 2010, show. I copied what's below from the show's transcript. ABC used to post transcripts of his shows when he worked for them. "Do you remember I showed you a blueprint? Do we have the patent of the blueprint anywhere? Oh, here it is. Yes, here it is. I love it. "It's a blueprint. OK. This is a patent for this thing. This is wonderful. This is owned by Fannie Mae. "We asked them what it was for. Believe it or not, it was for surge protection. This is a lock; you can't open this without a special device. It's a lock for your outlets. Surge protection. "Are you ready for the example they gave us? Somebody can come in, crash your computer, because they've plugged in an unauthorized vacuum cleaner. How many times has that happened to you? The best part is, they can lock it down. So no vacuum cleaners are plugged in. Yeah. "Whatever, they can do that if you've used too much energy or if you're on the naughty not the nice list. "Here's the deal. You and I know the vacuum cleaner thing doesn't happen. But this is the idea I had a second ago. The Russians don't know that, and if we're in the smart grid with them, we can put all of these on their outlets! The United States is playing a game with the Russians. We're this close to taking Russia. No, I don't think so, no." I think Beck got this totally wrong. These devices aren't for enforcement of energy rules. I believe they're to keep you out of your electrical system so someone who knows about wiring won't discover that the jackals, if they wish, can control or destroy every appliance and every piece of electronic equipment in his home. Even things that run on battery have to be recharged. The jackals could give you a shock or even start an electrical fire. I emailed Beck to try to get the patent number. He never answered me. Or maybe he never got the email. The rulers are going to phase out snailmail. They're closing down a bunch of post offices in New York City. When snailmail is gone, people will have no reasonably dependable way to communicate with one another. I suppose licensed electricians will be the only civilians to have devices that can unlock the plates over switch and plug boxes. I see a future where electricians will have to undergo background checks and sign national security agreements. It will be illegal to wire your own home.
I believe I've proven, at least anecdotally, that my PC is being hacked through my electrical system. I've also proven to the best of my ability that whatever they do involves all circuits of the electrical system. Unless you're a victim of the jackals and being actively harassed, you'll never know your electrical system has been compromised. I also believe that Beck's discovery that they plan to lock down our household wiring is frightening. Someone - a technician, an electrician, an electrical engineer - has to figure out how this new menace works and find a way to counter it. Even a locked-down electrical system can be accessed through a hole in the wall. Regarding powerline hacking, someone must be able to design a device that can be placed between the plug outlet and the cord of a computer or electrical appliance that will let power through but block data, commands, and, yes, surges. I don't have the education to do this, but I bet someone out there does. Everyone should examine his plug and switch boxes for signs of tampering. In addition to the danger of powerline hacking, some of the jackals' microphones, cameras, and speakers are run off the prey's own powerlines. The following instructions may seem ridiculous. But believe me, there are people out there who have never even seen the inside of an electrical box before. I was one of those people, and if I can examine a switch box, anyone can. But they need very thorough instructions so they won't get a shock. Tell them to buy an inexpensive electric tester, the kind that makes a noise and lights up when you run it along a live wire. They should run the tester along the cord of a light that is on to make sure the batteries aren't dead. If they're testing an outlet, they should plug a lamp into it and turn it on. If they're testing a switch, they should turn it on and use the overhead light or whatever it controls to test it. Then they should go to the service panel and flip off switches one-by-one until the light goes out. They should leave that service panel switch turned off. They should remove the panel over the box with a flathead screwdriver. Then they should turn on their tester and run it over every wire they can see. Then they should run it along the box. Call me paranoid, but I do this frequently, not just once. That's how I found out the blue wires were receiving intermittent bursts of power.
I can imagine the jackals having installed an alternate energy source, maybe a generator that would suddenly kick in while my hand is in the box. Or maybe they can do something to make the box itself hot. I may hate the jackals and their whores, but I have to admit that they are superb technicians, and I never underestimate them. After removing the plate and using the tester, they should use a Phillips screwdriver, preferably with a rubber handle, to unscrew the element. If they can pull out the element without detaching the wires on one side, they should do so and examine the box. They should feel the corners with the tip of a finger. If an antenna has already been pulled through the wall, there might be a small chance that they could still feel the wire end. If they do, they should grasp it with a needle-nose pliers and pull it out. By holding it against the wall, they might be able to make a guess about where the repeater box is located. (I only saw the antenna in my switch box because I came home early. The tech hadn't had time to pull it through the wall. It was hanging in a neat little loop in the rear upper right-hand corner of the box.) If they find that their wires have been shortened, they should assume that someone has been at their electrical system. Of course, this wouldn't stop someone who has done wiring or who may even be an electrician. Such a person could gather much valuable information by taking measurements and dismantling the thing to see what kind of repeater they're using and to what distance it transmits. Someone out there might even have a nonlinear-junction detector and could analyze their entire system, then share the information. A protocol may exist that dictates where the techs install surveillance elements.
The point people should take away from this article is that they should use only laptops and should run them only on battery. Do not turn on that laptop while the power plug is still in it. If you leave your home, carry the laptop with you. It will take the jackals' whores only a half-hour to enter your home, install a wireless transceiver in your laptop, and disappear leaving no trace they'd been there. Needless to say, they should remove the wireless chip that comes with the laptop immediately after they buy it. When they buy a laptop, they should not do it on the Internet. They should go into a store, grab one in a box, and pay cash. Shipping is not safe - not U.S. mail, not Fedex, not UPS. The jackals can intercept it at any point, make changes to your laptop, and send it on to you. This happened to me. You'll never know this has been done unless you know you're being stalked by jackals. When they buy a new computer, they should take it apart and photograph the chips with a digital camera using macro setting. (Don't use a flash. There are too many reflective surfaces, and your pictures will be a mess.) Pictures of the chips may be useful in the future if you believe someone has tampered with the laptop. Some laptops have antennas behind the screen. These should be removed. Shop manuals for the computer usually will be available at the manufacturer's web site. This electrical-intrusion problem is very serious and involves more than powerline hacking of your computer. A worst-case scenario is their overheating a wire and causing a fire. They can also cause electrical equipment to malfunction.
I was trying to record a threatening call the jackals had made to my mobile phone. The audio quality is so bad on a mobile that you get better sound if you retrieve the message remotely from a landline. I attached a tape recorder to the landline. I'd used the tape recorder recently on another of their calls, and it had worked fine. This time they not only sent static down the landline, but also caused my tape recorder to malfunction. When I tried to clean the mess up on a double-headed tape deck, that malfunctioned. It also had worked fine a short time before. They can do that. Most people know law enforcement runs surveillance off the prey's electrical lines. But most people do not know that they can screw with anything that runs off your electrical lines. They probably won't if you're the subject of a legitimate investigation. But if they chose, they could overheat and destroy your appliances, make you believe your fridge is broken so you'd have to lay out the money to buy a new one, freeze or repeatedly reboot your cable TV, turn a radio on or off, make your lights blink, and so forth. In fact, with their speakers, holographs, and eclectromagnetism generators, they can give a pretty fair imitation of a haunting. (If you've watched Ghost Hunters you know that a strong electromagnetic field can cause paranoia, a feeling of dread, and physical symptoms like nausea snd dizziness.) The jackals did this to my daughter when she was nine months pregnant, the bastards.
This stuff is happening. I believe the world has a spiritual dimension and that sometimes loved ones communicate with people, but they don't scare the crap out of them. My daughter could have fainted and hit her head or injured the baby. I've never seen a spirit, but I've seen plenty of sadistic mongrel pig-dogs who will do anything for money. Whenever I hear of a haunted house, I wonder if some corporation wants to buy that property cheap. How better to do this than by scaring away the owner? Take this away with you: The jackals and their whores probably work or used to work for law enforcement, intelligence, or security corporations. They are very smart and very well trained. They've also got the morals of gutter rats. When they're working their day job, which may include watching you, their characters don't change. Just hope that there are enough normal people in their workgroups to keep them in check. Powerline hacking is real. There is no other explanation for what happened with my laptop. Maybe I don't have enough technical knowledge to explain how they're taking over people's electrical systems, but it is happening. If you can't afford to buy a computer, someone might give you a PC, and you're not going to turn them down. But if you have a choice, go for the laptop.
POWERLING HACKING REVISITED
"You do not have permission to shut down this computer." That's the message that greeted me when I attempted to shut down my computer. Prior to that, the hacker had allowed me to enter only two letters of my password, so I couldn't even log on. Then he relented. I shut down the laptop by removing the battery. Then I replaced it, figuring I'd let it charge while I was out. No lights were blinking. It was off. When I returned home, a light was blinking. The hackers had accessed and turned on the computer. They either could have come in through the wireless transceiver they surreptitiously installed or through the power cord. If you don't think it's possible to hack a computer through a power cord, let me introduce you to Smart Grid.
For our own good and the good of the environment, our benevolent rulers have tweaked the electrical grid so that It will talk to our appliances. Excuse me, it is talking to our appliances. When the rulers say something is being developed, I think it's already in place or they wouldn't be talking about it at all. As for our environment, most sensible people know that the main problem is the brown mass of inhumanity that believes it has the right to crap out 13, 14, 15 homunculi per female. Before I go on, I just want to warn any white women who might be pregnant. I have a friend who had three miscarriages. Each happened right after an early ultrasound. SOUND CAN BE A WEAPON. Maybe Smart Grid talked to the ultrasound machine and ramped it up. This is the Smart Grid URL that is easiest to understand for people without a background in science.
Here is a quote from that site: "Grid managers cut a deal with the freezer: they pay it (and innumerable other freezers in town) to postpone defrosting. That helps the grid meet demand spikes without cranking up a fossil fuel power plant." This is a blatant admission that Smart Grid can communicate with and control individual components that are plugged into your electrical system. Here is a quote from Mike Davis of IOActive on the insecurity of Smart Grid: "A major goal is to minimize the potential for exploits of insecure AMI (Advanced Metering Infrastructure) "smart meters" that contain "buggy software that's easily hacked." He says that most such meters use no encryption and ask for no authentication before carrying out sensitive functions such as running software updates and severing customers from the power grid. If misuse of Smart Grid is responsible for powerline hacking and destruction of electronic equipment, probably nothing unusual is in our plugs or switches. It's all set up by the electrical company in its advanced metering infrastructure.
Does anyone believe that our rulers aren't using Smart Grid to access our computers? Do you believe that everyone who works for our rulers is sane? I think it was a couple of years ago that a gentleman of color felt that a pregnant woman had shown him disrespect by not responding to his mating call. He aimed his pickup at her and tried to run her down. She escaped thanks to her white friend, who pushed her out of the way. The white woman was killed. This sociopath had just been hired by the Department of Homeland Security. Do they screen these people at all? Does a psychologist even talk to them to see if they have problems with impulse control? If the rulers' employees aren't messing with you, hackers have quickly learned a way into the system, as mentioned above. I can't say for sure that hackers are using Smart Grid to access my computer and electronic equipment, but it's a pretty good candidate.