How do I count the reasons I don’t feel sorry for the downfall of this organization? We’ve been watching you watching us and it’s not just awkward, it’s actually called torture and conspiracy to murder. And now, thanks to Trump you’re fucking busted. And I will enjoy every moment of watching you crumble into a million little pieces. You showed me and hundreds of thousands of others no mercy so enjoy the ride and feel free to help yourself to a speedy self-execution. Now you’re just somebody we used to know 🙂
You are in fact infiltrated and overrun with corruption by leftist globalist Islamic Satanic misogynistic transgender Christian-hating pedophiles and via InfraGard have snaked your way into thousands of other private and government organizations on all levels, in particular all first local responder departments with the use of illegal surveillance, fusion centers and RISS. Your followers have been so impressed, the rest of the world is about to be shocked. Today I read a NYT article written by an FBI agent who is retiring, not because of the corrupt leadership but because he thinks the FBI is being unfairly attacked and he fears loss of public trust when he “goes and knocks on people’s doors”. Do you know what the fucking problem is FBI? You have become such complete perverted greedy pigs that you don’t even knock on doors anymore to get what you want. You just go get a phony warrant based on a bunch of fucking cunt lies and fabricated evidence and then enter our homes whenever you like. You are nothing more than a conglomeration of monsters that actively seeks out innocent human targets to slowly destroy for no other reason than your own sick pathological pleasure. I hope every single one of your headquarters nationwide is eventually gutted by construction companies and scrubbed of your filth. That will be my favorite “remodel” of all time 🙂
Here’s a little trip down my memory lane with the FBI over the past 6.5 years:
In July of 2012 I visited your Aero Dr. HQ in San Diego. I parked across the street as there were no spots left in your lot and checked in at the security kiosk. There were 2 guards, an elderly male and a younger black haired male that looked Indonesian. They took my electronics and made me sit and wait for almost an hour. The black haired guard was named “Bun” and asked if he “knew me from somewhere”. He did look familiar and I later realized he was one of the nursing assistants at Sharp Mesa Vista where I had just been discharged from less than a week prior. When I left the FBI HQ that day the last thing I saw was Bun suddenly leaving the kiosk and walking down the street. Bun was there for theater only, he was not an actual FBI employee. While I waited in the parking lot I noticed a car parked in the middle of the lot, both front doors were opened and 2 men, likely agents, kept taking items of the car, putting them on the roof and then putting them back in the car. This was more theater meant to block the building security camera in the parking area. They did not want security camera footage of me, my car, or the fleet of black unmarked Crown Vics that suddenly appeared like a motorcade and was swiftly waved in through the locked gates. One of these cars contained the Special Agent I was about to meet.
Yes, SA McCarthy, the pleasure was all mine. I showed up with 2 black eyes and severely traumatized, yet calm and professional, to warn you that organized stalking on a massive scale was rampant in our city. You reacted with pure disgust, scorn and ignorance. You repeatedly asked if someone had hurt me. I told you it was psychological abuse. You refused to look at any of the literature I brought on the topic. You told me “we don’t have that problem here”. You acted like a little bitch when I insisted on seeing your ID which looked like a fake piece of shit that had been though the wash and dry cycle 50 times, just like my phony attending psychiatrist’s ID at Sharp Mesa Vista. You were nervous as fuck and couldn’t wait to usher me out of there. As our meeting ended, you went over to the office door and opened it but you were scared of who you saw out there in the lobby because you quickly closed it and tried to stall by turning to me and saying “Aren’t you supposed to be on medication?” For the love of God I can’t wait to see you go to jail for treason. Sitting waiting for you in the parking lot is when I realized the real terrorists are inside our own government and how sad that would make both my belated Father, a former USN medical doctor who served during the Korean War, and my belated Uncle who was a WWII veteran with the 10th Mountain Division and former FBI Special Agent in NYC and Deputy Inspector General of the MTA. Neither of whom would ever endorse or engage in such heinous crimes.
Years later I realized I recognized SA McCarthy from an previous incident on the East Coast. (There are at least 3-4 higher levels perps that I recognize here from the East Coast including a doctor.) Between 2003-2011 I was shopping in a store called “Tuesday Morning” in Ridgefield, CT and I recognized a high school classmate, LG, was the cashier. While shopping, SA McCarthy came in and acted like a dick manager, rapidly walking her all over the store and quickly rattling off a bunch of projects that needed to be completed. You wore a dark suit and looked nervous and out of place. You were “working her over” in true perp style and then just breezed out the same way you blew in. I remember feeling sorry for her because you seemed so impersonal and rude. And, quite frankly, it’s hard to forget a face as ugly as yours. I am certain it was you.
After this meeting I was followed home by a lone mulatto male in his late 20’s/ early 30’s. He was clean cut and thin, wore a dark blazer and drove a squeaky clean new model light tan or gold Cadillac or similar type luxury town car. I got lost getting back on the freeway and I stopped at a convenience store for directions. I could tell the Hispanic clerk was freaked out by my 2 black eyes and to this day I wonder if he reported it to police. When I exited the store the mulatto man was parked one spot away from me scrolling through his cell phone and I immediately recognized him. He followed me all the way up the freeway and passed me when I was about 10 minutes form my home on N. Hwy. 101 in Cardiff. This is the second or third time he had followed me within the previous 2-3 weeks. He had followed me to my job within a week of my detention (just days after my programming went overt), driving the same car and dressed exactly the same.
In July of 2015 I visited the FBI branch office in Carlsbad, CA. I did not go for myself but rather in support of another local TI and friend who was turning in testimony and evidence on her case. We found the address online and I picked her up. My dash cam was on and on the way there I captured an incident of first responder harassment by Carlsbad Fire Dept. with a firetruck that was laying in wait to suddenly pull out and block us and 2 lanes of traffic as we passed. We arrived at the office building but could not find the office. Someone in the hallway told us they had moved a few buildings away and pointed us in another direction. I now wonder if this was a Cointelpro style redirect to a phony office. Why wasn’t this new address listed online?
We drove over and entered a small office with an inactivated metal detector and talked to a receptionist who sat behind a glass wall. A heavyset white male SA named “Mike” just happened to be passing by behind her desk and offered to intercept my friend’s file by coming out into the lobby and taking it. He did not wear an ID or tell us his last name. He did not have a business card. He noticed I wore a body camera and immediately told me it was illegal to record there although this was not posted anywhere. He commented “Don’t worry I am not going to arrest you” which told me he knew who I was since my violent detention by SD police in 2012 was recorded and broadcast to all of these fucking losers. My body camera battery was dead at that time anyway. To this day my friend regrets this visit and handing him her file. We briefly explained her case and he immediately brushed it off despite our insistence that this is in fact an interstate as well as international crime. His dismissive comment “we get people in here all the time with complaints about all kinds of things” let us know he was not there to help, just to cover it up.
We left the office and drove to a shopping center about 3 miles away to get a coffee at Starbucks. We were immediately checked out by a plain clothes security as we exited our car, he was a black male and intentionally made eye contact with both of us as he stood in our path. We sat at a table outside the Starbucks and guess who showed up 20 minutes later..SA “Mike” from the Carlsbad FBI office. My friend spotted him first as he entered the Starbucks. He had tracked us there, we knew it was time to leave. I dropped her off at her apt. and there was also some unusual activity around her mailboxes at that time. The mailman was there and one of her shady perp neighbors was giving him instructions in Spanish. My friend later found out the instructions had to do with intercepting her mail and later reported it to a USPS postmaster. She also realized she has had multiple previous encounters with “SA Mike” while he used other identities.
In January of 2016 I attended a TI meeting in Orange County with FBI SA Kendrick Williams from the LA FBI office. He was placed in charge of the LA Intelligence Division by James Comey in 2014. I arrived about an hour late and the meeting seemed very sedate. Yet within an hour was flooded with squads of perps that seemed to wander in off the streets randomly including a small faction of what looked like BLM intent on disrupting the meeting. There were at least 40 TI’s there. SA Williams seemed unimpressed by our testimony, evidence and pleas for help. We were told by SA Williams to go lobby for new laws and legislation from Congress. We were told to report crimes to law enforcement which we already know is dangerous. A very complete and cohesive compilation of testimony and evidence and list of laws already being violated by perps was later presented to SA Williams with no change in the FBI’s “not our job” attitude.
There was a Q&A session at the end of the meeting and the SA’s responses were constantly disrupted by the provocateurs for which he was probably thankful. I sat with my hand raised for almost an hour. He saw me and made a point of going through the entire room’s questions before calling on me. At the end of the meeting I submitted a file full of testimony and evidence to the SA along with 2 copies of Dr. John Hall’s “Guinea Pigs: Technologies of Mind Control”. While I waited in line to turn in my file an extremely hung over looking “TI” I knew from San Diego arrived. This TI behaves like a perp and did not really seem interested in the meeting. His real reason for coming was to pull me away from the meeting so I would not mingle other TI’s. He waited in line with me to see to SA Williams but did not want to speak to the agent. When I handed the SA my file, the TI perp gave him a knowing smile like it was some inside joke.
I left the meeting with the TI perp and was followed out of the building and parking lot on foot by a man in a suit who seemed to be SA William’s assistant, it was obvious he was getting my license plate number. I went to a nearby restaurant with the TI perp and was repeatedly and intentionally triggered with sexual harassment gestures by him the entire time. This would be the last time I went anywhere with him. When we exited the restaurant there were 3 police patrol cars parked directly across from our cars at a 7-11 store. I wanted to buy candy but was scared to go in. The TI perp encouraged me to go in. I entered and 5-6 cops stood angrily staring me down as I bought gummy bears. They did not appear to be there for any particular reason and also looked bored. We left and ate candy in the parking lot until they left. I realized later this was a set-up and collusion between the FBI agent, the TI perp and law enforcement. TI perp was sent in to whisk me out of the meeting and trigger me into another detention by law enforcement. TI perp is now MIA. I have since learned first responder harassment tends to increase immediately before and after meetings with FBI agents. What a bouquet of flaming dicks.
Somewhere in this time period I made an anonymous call to the FBI to report medical fraud at a well known National healthcare corporation. It had to do with very specific cases of impersonation fraud with respect to multiple individuals posing as healthcare providers having access to secured areas and computers containing thousands of patients’ private medical information from multiple states. These are crimes that should have resulted in a massive investigation and arrests yet instead resulted in sudden retirement announcements and transfers to other departments.
And there you have it. Viva la second American Revolution because it’s here.
The Intelligence community is severely compromised and can no longer to be trusted.
Don’t blame partisan politics, you did it to yourselves.
Freedom isn’t free and I will gladly pay for it with my life.
Because it’s worth every drop of blood in this body that God my Father gave to me.
Leave the kids alone perverts and come and get it.
The tables have turned.
We’re waiting on you now.