COINTELPRO (an acronym for COunter INTELligence PROgram) was a series of covert, and at times illegal, projects conducted by the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) aimed at surveying, infiltrating, discrediting, and disrupting domestic political organizations. National Security Agency operation Project MINARET targeted the personal communications of leading Americans who criticized the Vietnam War, including Senators (e.g., Frank Church and Howard Baker), civil rights leaders (e.g., Dr. Martin Luther King), journalists, and athletes.
How I Discoverd That I Was An Innocent Victim Of Government Sanctioned Gangstalking (COINTELPRO)
By Eldon James Brown
These events transpired on September 19th, 2013 – nine (9) months and eight (8) days ago from today, June 27th, 2014.
At first, it wasn’t clear to me just what was happening. I knew that I was being followed, survielled, whatever you want to call it, but it was still just a vague awareness.
In the beginning, I thought it was only the police. But why then, would the same thing be happening IN EVERY CITY I WENT TO? Since I could find no reasonable explanation, I would simply dismiss it and tell myself that they were just communicating with each other, handing me off from one city’s “agency” to the next. But that still didn’t answer the question of why??
There was also the issue of regular, every day, ordinary people from all walks of life who seemingly knew me or something about me, even though I didn’t know them at all. Again, easily explained away as undercover, plain clothes “Officers” but then again, that didn’t seem right either. I just couldn’t get beyond the question of why?
It wasn’t until I watched one particular Alex Jones Show featuring an interview with Medical Doctor and licensed Anesthesiologist, Dr. John Hall, that it finally dawned on me. HEY, THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT EXACTLY WHAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING TO ME!? Well, almost. There was no physical rape involved. Everything else though, the stalking by strangers, the break ins, all the same.
Finally, I had the answer, GANGSTALKERS! How horrific the epiphany.
I had been having recent incidents where whenever I went outside, I would encounter Caucasian “Trendy” couples blurting out “CIA” as they passed me. “How strange” I would think, “didn’t I have the very same thing happen to me just yesterday?” I knew something was up but I had no befitting context with which to categorize it. None other than, “it’s the Police again…”. After seeing the Alex Jones broadcast however, I decided to investigate and put my newfound knowledge to the test.
As soon as the Alex Jones interview with Dr. John Hall ended, I tested my new hypothesis by going outside, just as I had done the previous day. Sure enough, no sooner than reaching the corner, I got the proof that I was seeking. Just before clearing the MUNI Bus Yard that is across the street from my hotel, I ran smack dab into yet another Caucasian “Trendy” couple. They were both dressed in all white summer clothing and both were wearing sunglasses. They were very clean and “Trendy” looking. No sooner had I dodged around them, the woman (who had been excitedly blabbing away to her male companion) all of a sudden blurted out the acronym “CIA” with particular emphasis. CONFIRMATION! I WAS BEING FOLLOWED!
A flood of emotions seized me. All that I had just been listening to on the Alex Jones show came slamming back into my head. I came to a dead stop and slowly turned around to get a very good look at my tormentors. I didn’t know them. I had never seen these people before in all my life. Who were they?? Armed with my newfound awareness, I decided to turn the tables and follow them. I would soon be rewarded with more empirical evidence than I could ever have hoped for.
Let me stop here before going any further and explain a little something first. For an absolutely complete picture, I need to tell you that I had long ago taken to open carrying knives. I adopted this practice because I had a vague awareness that I was in some sort of danger. The poisoning had not yet begun. This particular day I was wearing a total of seven (7) knives on my hips (an additional folder in a handcuff pouch for a total of eight). I was wearing six (6) Gil Hibben designer throwing knives in two separate scabbards, secured by a quick release black ballistic nylon Duty Belt. I was also carrying one large Gil Hibben “Karate Fighter”.
As previously stated, I wore them because I felt threatened, I had known that I was being followed as well as harassed for an eternity, but was bewildered as to exactly whom was doing it or why. The knives were a way for me to defend myself if anything ever escalated to “touching”, the physical assault via indirect poisoning notwithstanding. Later in the day I was subjected to my first incident of poisoning and a directed energy attack.Poisoning is a form of physical assault that is not legally actionable unless evidence can be produced. This form hampers most claims of self defense if acted upon. The Gangstalkers love this particular “no touch” torture and assault tactic since it is very hard to prove. It betrays their “Intelligence Agency” heritage. These idiots won’t be able to hide it from God though. Hope they enjoy the company of Fallen Angels and Demonic Creatures, the ones that I’ve heard them refer to as “our little friends”, because they’ll have all of eternity to spend with them. At this point I’m going to inject this loosely relevant caveat for all of the gangstalkers who are reading this right now. See the below box;
Hell is a very real place that has been created by God. Conceived of before our Universe was created, it is an eternal prison for Lucifer (Fallen Archangel Lucifer, Beelzebub, Little Horn etc…) and all of the other one third of the Angels whom he convinced to follow him, just like you stupid fools. Lucifer and his crew have already been irrevocably sentenced to death by God, they are just serving God’s purposes right now. To see how many dumb asses like you will follow a loser like Satan and gulp down his “Jim Jones Juice”. In other words, Dead Men Walking, except for those human followers among you who are still above ground. Tick tock, tick tock!
Hell was never intended to be inhabited by Human Beings, that was never God’s plan. Humans were the only creatures in all of creation that we know of (and of creation unknown to us) that were made in God’s image. As far as the Devil and his cohorts are concerned, when he looks at a pure and genetically unadulterated Human Being (no Angelic DNA just like Noah) he sees the thing he absolutely hates the most. To Lucifer and his Angels, we look exactly like little versions of God. Are you beginning to see where this is going?
Anywhere that God is present, that is where Heaven is de facto. Anywhere that God is not, that place could be considered a type of Hell although, Hell will be a very real and actual final destination once created. Satan will not be judged on Judgement Day, he has already received sentencing. Judgement Day is for Humans. This is the time when lives will be reviewed and names will be verified as to whether or not they are written in the “Book Of Life”. It will be the most incredible day since Jesus’s resurrection and Second Coming.
Everyone who has ever lived will be there, saved people separated from the unsaved of course. You will be standing in Heaven actual before you are judged since you will be in the direct presence of God The Father, His Son Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit is a person too. The Holy trinity, three distinct personalities, all with the authority of God. Monotheism at it’s finest and it’s only true form. **TIP** If you can manage to keep your wits about you at that time (don’t worry, you won’t), try and look for the nail wounds in Jesus’s feet and wrists, he kept them. Could have healed them but he didn’t. They will be as fresh as the day they were made I suppose. You know what else? YOU WILL BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR THEM! Hold your head’s up high, dumb asses.
Hell will be there as well. So will a “Lake Of Fire”. This will not be like any fire that we know however, for it will burn but not consume. From what I understand, it’s constitution will be made from directly confronting all of the sins that you have committed, just as a Saint’s clothing in Heaven will be woven from their good works. For the most part, it will be fire in your mind, incessantly telling you that your banishment from all things living and therefore of God, are completely your own doing. You will finally know this truth beyond a shadow of a doubt and it will burn. It will torment your mind as well as your body, but it will not be your only tormentor. Remember, Satan has created creatures too, things to bolster the ranks and they will be there also.
Because Satan could only convince one third of the Angels in Heaven to follow him, he is outnumbered by two to one. Of the many techniques and technologies that he has employed to beef up his ranks, all of them entail genetic manipulation. In order to be a true and legitimate member of Satan’s Army you see, you have to have the right pedigree. Humans don’t have the right pedigree. This is what the “Mark Of The Beast” is all about. It will be technology that will change your DNA from pure Human to something else, forever damning you. You will be rendered beyond the reach of Salvation.
We look like the enemy. We look like little God’s to Satan, his Angels and every other creature he has ever created. So, what Satan tries to do is to turn you into something that no longer looks like God by adulterating your DNA. He did it before in the time of Noah and he is doing it again. Once your DNA is polluted with his DNA (Angelic DNA), then you cease to look like God in his eyes anymore. You now have the proper pedigree and incur supernatural powers as well. Your newfound Angelic constitution will give you interdimensional powers.
You also become hopeless, forever beyond the reach of Jesus’s salvation. This is why the Bible tells us “not to pray for those” so transformed. It is a transformation of not only the body but also of the spirit. You are then absolutely done, finished, washed up. You have taken on Satan’s death sentence as your very own. Congratulations! This must be of your own volition however, it cannot be forced upon you. Your willing consent is required, a rule God has established. Point being, don’t play around with Satan and you will be safe. Repent from your sins (stop), ask Jesus to forgive you and don’t worship the Anti-Christ. He will be the first to claim to be God, wait for the second. That will really be Jesus. READ THE BIBLE.
These creatures, Chimera, Nephilim or whatever you choose to call them, will be many and varied. They are the ancient things of legend and myth. Able to traverse both our dimension and that of God, due to their Angelic heritage. All of them exuding both extreme confidence as well as evil, by virtue of their age and lineage. They are ancient, dangerous, extremely powerful and hideously intelligent creatures of pure evil and guess what? THEY DON’T LIKE YOU. You may think of them as “little friends”, but they are much smarter than you could ever imagine. So much more intelligent than you, you may as well be an insect. You are being used, you are being punked.
Gangstalkers, Lucifer’s construction workers in the building of his kingdom here on earth. Foot soldiers of the Anti-Christ (Lucifer incarnate on Earth). You will hear the following words if you continue to neglect Jesus’s salvation;
“I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.”
You will then be sent to Hell and thrown into the “Lake Of Fire” with Satan and all of those “things” that absolutely hate you.
Because you are part Human, you will not only be the most hated beings in Hell, you will also be the weakest. For all of eternity, you will be the playthings of evil creatures far more powerfull than you. You will never escape.
You have been warned.
Anyway, aside from their self defensive purposes, I was also wearing them to exercise the legal right to open carry knives in San Francisco, since a right not exercised is a right soon to be lost. Truth in point as to my own personal attitude and demeanor while in open carry mode, most people I talked to never even noticed them. It had to be pointed out to them. They never even looked. Once people looked at my hips and their brains registered what they were actually seeing, thats when the surprise and questions came. Because they had accepted that I was a rational and gentle person before seeing the knives (or more likely their obliviousness was because I was so gentle and rational), I never got a reaction of fear.
The young Caucasian “Techie” gangstalking couple however, had a very different reaction.
I followed them. I followed them for ten (10) blocks. I followed them up one street and down the other, all the while being treated to a panicked spectacle of a show.
Understand, it was not my intention to frighten them, that is why I put at least half an industrial block’s distance between us. I followed them from very afar, too far to make contact in any way. I just wanted to see what their reaction would be, whether they would see me at all and if so, what would they do?
What I saw for those ten (10) blocks was almost as frightening to me as the look conveyed on the couples face’s (especially the woman’s). Are you ready to swallow the “red pill” dear Reader? This is your last chance to back out. Yes, no? If your answer is “yes”, then strap yourself in because we’re about to depart Kansas on a one way trip. Don’t forget to grab Toto either.
We were headed southbound on Fremont street, passing right in front of my hotel. The man turned around only once to look back at me, he didn’t seem to be nearly as frightened as the woman. Let me give you a little more context here.
From what I have learned about gangstalking, the stalkers have to undergo training in order to effectively do what they do. New “recruits” to Citizen stalking usually necessitate “in the field training” and instruction. Because they use people from every walk of life, some people have never done anything like this before, they don’t have training nor come from a background that would benifit them with surveillance skills. The couple that I encountered were neophytes just so. I was being used to train them since it was estimated that I was “gentle” and not dangerous. Not so anymore.
The couple didn’t really notice me following them until the second block, after 17th street. While we were still in between 16th and 17th street the woman looked back at me twice, once in the middle of the block and once as we reached the end of the block. Now, up until the end of that first block of following, I had maintained a half a blocks distance. At the corner however, I made it a point to catch up to them, just a small provocation to illicit a reaction and then get a very good look at them as well.
When at the end of the block and standing directly behind them (on Folsom and 17th street), the woman turned around to look directly at me only this time, they both seemed very frightened. Immediately upon crossing 17th street, perfect strangers who were both on the street and who emerged from businesses attempted to engage me in conversation and or block my path. I know this sounds incredible but trust me, it actually happened. First there was this man with a small dog. He got directly in my path and blocked my egress with the extended leash of his dog. When I moved around the dog to continue, he called me “stupid”. Not directly to me nor in my direction, but subtly yet very audibly. He also had a severe scowl on his face and seemed to me to be genuinely angry.
It was also at this point that I heard the faint voice of a female distinctively say these words in an anxious tone, “he’s going to frighten them”. I did not look to see where the voice emanated from nor did I particularly care, as I have heard such comments before. I heard another indistinct voice, male this time, say “stupid creep”. This is a phenomenon commonly reported in accounts from Targeted Individuals, they report hearing disembodied voices either commenting on their activities or making derogatory remarks. These accounts are reported from TI’s worldwide and from very credible people, the suspicion is that some clandestine military technology is being utilized. Edward Snowden could tell you more about private contractors like Booze Allen being given secret technology to employ and test on the unsuspecting citizenry. Human experimentation has happened before in documented history and is continuing illegally today. Its reality people, deal with it.
Just as I maneuver around the angry guy with the dog, a woman pops out of the doorway of the second storefront on the block. She is covered in white dust and seems to be a hardcore lesbian, although very friendly. Even though I have never seen this woman before in life, she immediately comes up to me with a big smile on her face. Reflexively I say “hello”, since I’m usually a very nice person. She returns the greeting and then kind of lingers in an enticing way, as if soliciting my attention. She was not a “lipstick lesbian” and very unattractive, so her openness was by no means an inducement to distraction. I had however, always wondered just what that particular business did because I had never seen anyone neither coming nor going from it. So, curiosity winning out, I stopped and asked her what this place was. Just as i asked and before she got a chance to explain, I spotted a handmade sign in the window that said the business was a place that made architectural models. I enthusiastically blurted out, “oh, you guys make models!” to which she affirmed with a nod and a “yes.” I am a bit of an architectural nerd and once won an engineering contest in grade school for constructing an Oil Derrick out of toothpicks. My classmate and I worked on it in the basement of his house and our design (which followed the exact design of an actual oil derrick) withstood the most forces for the longest time. We blew the other twenty contestants away by a country mile. Anyway, ever since then I had entertained thoughts of either becoming a Structural Engineer or an Architect so naturally, I was intrigued when I saw the sign.
I was now genuinely interested in talking to the woman but something tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me that I had a task to complete, following the followers. You get tired of constantly side stepping these intrusive creeps day after day, after day, after day, and develop ways of blocking them from your consciousness almost instinctively. This was what was happening as I got excited about talking to someone who actually made architectural models, gangstalker or no. Snapping out of my revelry, I looked back down the street and saw that the couple was still on the block but nearing the end. I suddenly broke off contact with the model building lesbian and continued on my way. She seem shocked and confused as I suddenly departed however, since she didn’t know me, she had nothing with which to refocus my attention and distract me. She was a perfect stranger after all. The gangstalkers do however, try to weave themselves into the fabric of your life whenever the opportunity presents. Sick, sick, sickos.
Sure enough, halfway down the block as I was trying to establish the correct following distance, another woman tried to intercept me however, she was just a little too slow. She emerged from another building that was built like an old time factory and was green in color. As she came out to the sidewalk, she acted very flirtatiously and seductively smiled at me with a wicked, dirty grin. I must admit, had it been an ordinary day, the look she gave me alone would have been enough to tempt me, but by this time I knew what was happening. Nothing was going to deter me from seeing this first time reverse stalk to the end. I had never before in all of the recent years, turned the tables on these idiots and nothing was going to stop me now. Whatever destination these two stylish and well dressed scumbags were going to, so was I, Hell or Heaven. I politely smiled and stepped around the temptress.
The stylish gangstalkers now take a right turn and head eastbound up 18th street, never altering their pace but looking over their shoulder more frequently. Both of them seem almost panicked by now. The woman seems to be blabbering almost nonstop to the man now, both of them jerking in their movements. Gone were their smooth strides. Gone were the hallmarks of decorum. I felt no sympathy for them whatsoever. “You can dish it but you can’t take it huh?” Vicious punks. I seethed with loathing and righteous indignation.
I now adopt a more strategic following protocol. In the long, long course of my harassment, I have instinctively studied the enemy even though I could not clearly see my tormentor just yet. I’ve studied Surveillance, Counter Surveillance, “Spycraft”, Police Misconduct, Police Psychology, Government Tyranny and of course, history. The Nazi’s, The Stasi, Social Engineering, Sociology, Demographics, Tyranny and Oppression. You have to know the enemy as well as they know you, or better.
Standing still on the corner adjacent from where the couple had just crossed the street, I am taken by the design on the wall outside of a small Mexican restaurant. I begin to muse about the choice of color pallet for the floral and vine motif, the almost Roman inspiration for the arching windows lined by red, used brick… Snap out of it Eldon, stay focused! when I turn to the left I notice a large burly man of Hispanic descent wearing a purple sweatshirt, blue jeans and dark Ray-Bans. He is staring at me and moving slowly, cautiously, as if to not get too close but be ready to run at a moment’s notice. It seemed to me as if he was keeping a distance just shy of the distance that it would take me to run up to and catch the couple, should I choose to do so. All without seeming too obvious however, which he would have effectively accomplished had I not benefited from prior studies. I was wise to what he was up to. We were about one hundred feet away from each other and I was one hundred feet away from the couple. He stopped almost as soon as I looked at him, facing me in the distance and standing rock still.
I looked around for other support team personnel and spotted another person however, I could not ascertain whether they were an actual team member or just background. I decided to continue my pursuit before the distance increased. Scanning, I began to survey the field by periodically looking both to the sides and behind me. The man in the purple sweatshirt is gone. As I near the end of my block and the couple their’s, they are met by another Caucasian woman wearing sunglasses and a Sun Dress. Her dress is also white. She rushes up to the woman who is on the street side (bad Etiquette on the part of the man, he is supposed to be on the street side). Both women begin talking very excitedly to each other, the new woman in the Sun Dress seems even more freaked out than the couple. It appears to me that the new woman is consulting with the couple as if to help. She then falls in alongside them.
At first, she walks a short distance with them, then she darts off as if to cross the street. Indecisively she returns to the couple again, nodding her head frantically affirming something that I cannot hear. She falls alongside again. As the couple start to turn left, so does the new woman. Suddenly, she turns around and goes the opposite direction, down Mission Street now. For a minute, I have to assess and calculate the situation. Could this new woman be a better target to follow or, just a way to lure me away from the primary target? Damn, I’m only one person and don’t have a surveillance team of my own, so I have no choice but to stay with my primary target. Damn, I need help. Continuing with the primary target, I wonder where the new woman has gone.
When I reach the end of the block, I am standing on Valencia Street at 18th. I face left and don’t see any white anywhere. I have lost the targets. Panicked myself now, I rush past the vacant lot protected by cyclone fencing and frantically scan the street side, back and forward. Nothing, the stylish couple in white have vanished into thin air. I now feel a tremendous sense of defeat.
For a moment, I can’t decide whether to salvage the situation or just give up. I stand there for a moment just thinking. “Well, you’ve come this far already so you might as well finish the track, nothing else better to do anyway…” I pass the first building as I head East on Valencia Street and see nothing in the windows. Damn. I pass the third storefront and see nothing in there either. Crap. About when I reach the third or fourth business on the street, I look through the large plate glass window into a restaurant/bar. I now see two people dressed in all white, seated midway into the business sitting across from each other at a free standing table. They are silently looking straight down at the empty table top with severe frowns on their faces. They look extremely worried and scared. Now here is where it really gets super weird.
THE ETHNICITY OF THE WOMAN HAS CHANGED!
Did you hear me? Thats right, I kid you not. THE WOMAN HAS SOMEHOW CHANGED HER RACE FROM WHITE TO ASIAN!
At first, I cue in on the only male/female couple in the entire place dressed in all white. It has to be them right? No one else I saw along the street during this period was dressed in all white, certainly no couples, No one. It has to be them. There wasn’t enough time for two different people dressed in white to enter the restaurant before I got there, was there? It has to be them, but how has the woman gone from being white to being Asian? Now that I think about it, the man actually looks different too. WTF! It is almost enough to make me immediately turn around and walk away. I stare at the couple intently, they never move, not once. They are the only two people in a restaurant full of happy talking people who look like their dog just died or something. Weird doesn’t even begin to describe the scene. I begin to feel an acute sense of danger in addition to my confusion. This has gone beyond what I am prepared for, seven knives on my hip or not. Those knives suddenly begin to feel like diving weights around my hip, pulling me straight to the bottom.
My “Spidey Sense” was going crazy now, I take one long, last look at both the couple and the rest of the people around them and begin to walk away. It was if I had been invisible, no one, not even the gangstalking couple now “swapped out” seemed to ever look at me peering in the window even once. I continued on my original journey albeit now far from my original point of origin, and felt a deep sense of self satisfaction and inner peace. I now had concrete confirmation that what Alex Jones’s guest had been talking about was exactly my same circumstance, I had been and now was, a victim of organized stalking. No doubt about it.
I felt great! Now I had an answer to the question that had been plaguing me for decades. Now I could once and for all silence those people and doctors who said that I was crazy. What I had just witnessed and experienced was no figment of the imagination, no “delusion of persecution” as the DSM would classify it. I now knew that I was being stalked by people that I didn’t know, had never met before and would never see again. My mind raced. I began to remember all of those weird incidents throughout the years that peaked my inner voice, my third eye if you will, the sixth sense that warns you of danger and tells you something is wrong. The voice that we are conditioned not to listen to from birth because if you do, you are diagnosed as crazy. I don’t care what popular science claims, we are spirits living in a material world.
What was the ethnicity change about? If it wasn’t my imagination and these were identically dressed but different people than the ones that I had followed, what was the purpose? Who would go to all of this trouble just for little old me? I am nobody, I’m not a radical, I’m not a criminal, I don’t sell drugs, run guns, pimp women nor do any other illegal thing. I am just one little guy, trying to live life according to the law and the Bible, who’s only public activities are speaking truth to politicians and those in power. I stand up for both my rights and those of others, its really all that I do. I’m simply an Activist, plain and simple. No mystery, no criminality. Just an Activist who speaks and writes. Why are they following me? Isn’t dissent in vogue anymore?
Facetious, I know. Sorry about that. I don’t mean to insult your intelligence but some things are better said with satire. OF COURSE THAT IS A REASON, but not the only one and, not so easily explained. I have been the victim of gangstalking ever since the age of thirteen (13). I am forty six (46) now. How do you explain thirty three (33) years of this?
The answer to the above question that I like to give, is contained within the podcast on my Youtube channel above. Please listen to the podcast and take it at face value, it is very accurate according to my experiences. The Podcast was authored by a woman and fellow Targeted Individual named Renata Murry. She is a black Christian woman who is much farther along the road of resistance than I am and is a storehouse of knowledge about this evil phenomenon. I like her podcast because she is very “down to earth”,very understandable and lacks alterior motive. She simply wants to help fellow “TI”s so victimized as she. I do too. If anyone else is going through this horror, then I would gladly lend my assistance.
Listen to her podcast and then do some research of your own. You can start by reading my blog under the catagory of “Gangstalking”. This is a completely legitimate reference that I have vetted myself. There is also a lot of disinformation put out there by the gangstalkers themselves however, I have carefully sourced everything I write about. After reading my stuff and listening to Renata’s podcast, you should have a pretty good base with which to build upon. If you are new to this and have never heard of anything like this before, welcome. You obviously have not yet been enticed nor recruited, so there is still hope for you. I want to save you from either becoming a victim or worse, a hapless Gangstalker yourself. These are evil activities friend and engaging in them can damn your soul. You don’t want to stand before God in front of the Great White Throne Of Judgement to answer for having participated, you need know what it is really all about. Believe me, you would rather have a mountain fall upon you than face the shame of being an active Gangstalker. Sermon over.
Oh, and in case you are still wondering what the possible explanation might be for the swap out of the couple in white, with people of different ethnicities, my best guess is that this was a failsafe tactic.
The gangstalkers are highly trained, usually police, military and or intelligence community members who are using military and police tactics/resources. When you study how surveillance works, it is very structured and designed with technical protocols. The “swap out” couple were seasoned veterans most likely, Police Officers or Soldiers, who were there to handle things in case the operation went bad (which it most certainly did). Had I have attacked them, I would have encountered highly trained armed soldiers who would have either quickly subdued or killed me. The knives on my hip in juxtaposition to the couple’s harmless looking demeanor and apparel, would have made me look like the “bad guy” to any casual and untrained observer. Mission accomplished, I would have been completely discredited and nullified.
It has been a roller coaster of assaults on my body, mind and character ever since, culminating with them currently trying to frame me as some sort of Domestic Terrorist. I don’t feel nearly as sad for myself as I do for our nation and the whole of humanity. This is the type of tyrannical oppression that gave rise to the Communists, Nazi’s and the Stasi. I never thought that I would see our beloved nation tumble down the same path too. So sad, so sad 😦 Doesn’t anybody care?
Too much to accept? Do some research, Grasshopper. You will learn, you will learn. Things are not always what they seem and usually the minute you think you’ve got it figured, you’re wrong. Stay frosty and keep thinking. That big beautiful brain you’ve got is your best defense as well as the most powerful weapon on earth. USE IT and preserve your integrity. Below is a primer.
From Wikipedia – Extrajudicial punishment (Nature)
“Extrajudicial punishment is often a feature of politically repressive regimes, but even self-proclaimed or internationally recognized democracies have been known to use extrajudicial punishment under certain circumstances.
Although the legal use of capital punishment is generally decreasing around the world, individuals or groups deemed threatening—or even simply “undesirable”—to a government may nevertheless be targeted for punishment by a regime or its representatives. Such actions typically happen quickly, with security forces acting on a covert basis, performed in such a way as to avoid a massive public outcry and/or international criticism that would reflect badly on the state. Sometimes, the killers are agents outside the government. Criminal organizations, such as La Cosa Nostra, have reportedly been employed for such a purpose.
Another possibility is for uniformed security forces to punish a victim, but under circumstances that make it appear as self-defense or suicide. The former can be accomplished by planting recently fired weapons near the body, the latter by fabricating evidence suggesting suicide. In such cases, it can be difficult to prove that the perpetrators acted wrongly. Because of the dangers inherent in armed confrontation, even police or soldiers who might strongly prefer to take an enemy alive may still kill to protect themselves or civilians, and potentially cross the line into extrajudicial murder. Only in the most obvious cases, such as the Operation Flavius triple killing or the shooting of Jean Charles de Menezes, will the authorities admit that “kill or capture” was replaced with “shoot on sight”.
A “disappearance” occurs where someone who is believed to have been targeted for extrajudicial execution does not reappear alive. Their ultimate fate is thereafter unknown or never fully confirmed.
Extrajudicial punishment may be planned and carried out by a particular branch of a state, without informing other branches, or even without having been ordered to commit such acts. Other branches sometimes tacitly approve of the punishment after the fact. They can also genuinely disagree with it, depending on the circumstances, especially when complex intragovernment or internal policy struggles also exist within a state’s policymaking apparatus.
In times of war, natural disaster, societal collapse, or in the absence of an established system of criminal justice, there may be increased incidences of extrajudicial punishment. In such circumstances, police or military personnel may be unofficially authorised to punish severely individuals involved in looting, rioting and other violent acts, especially if caught in flagrante delicto. This position is sometimes itself corrupted, resulting in the death of merely inconvenient persons, that is, relative innocents who are just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”