HT/ fdr in hell
Two separate times in my life I’ve had similar things happen to me.
I’m not going to get too specific. One time there was an environmental issue that I was concerned with and kept making phone calls (I can be relentless when an issue concerns me), each time getting transferred to, apparently, a deeper level. Finally I was transferred to a library in Ohio. Why? I don’t know. I remember thinking that this was a weird transfer, and I didn’t really know what to say to this person. I explained that I needed info relating to XXXXXXX XXXXXXX.
The package I received in the mail was ridiculous. The top of every page was stamped (I’m paraphrasing, it’s been almost 35 years) “For Your Eyes Only,” “Any reproduction will result in prosecution.”
I didn’t even want to have the documents.
What was in it? The summary of government testing on the very issue I was concerned with. The testing was being conducted for twenty years prior to this issue ever being a concern for citizens. It detailed cancer clusters and the environmental dangers of being around “this thing.”
The second thing that happened was after I bought a big ticket electronics item back in the late 80s. The damn thing broke within 2 months of me buying it, and it was A LOT of money. The place I bought it gave me the ol’ shrug of the shoulder, what do you want from us, routine.
What I want is a new one.
Again, I’m a whiny bastid on the phone and have a way of not being hung up on and can usually get a sympathetic ear if one is to be found. I kept at it, calling and calling, getting transferred to this person and that person.
Finally one guy said, “call this number. Just say you need a new XXXXXXXXX. That’s all. Don’t say anything else.”
I did what he said.
Within a half hour a real sh*tbomb of a car shows up, a filthy hatchback, filled with boxes.
The guy comes in and asks where the item I bought was. He doesn’t say anything else. He switches out my busted thing with the new thing, looks at me and says a word to me. (Again I’m going to be vague because… just because.)
I say, “excuse me?”
Again, he repeats this word, looking for a response. (This isn’t the word, but it was along the lines of “Montezuma.”)
I said, “okay, Montezuma,” thinking this guy had a screw loose.
He asks, pretty flatly but suspiciously, “how did you get my number?”
I said, “a guy at XXXXXXX XXXXXXX” gave it to me.
He asks, “and you’re not on the job, are you?” (or something along those lines.)
I said, “look, I’m just a guy with a busted XXXXXXXXX and I was told to call you because it’s only 2 months old and you’d fix it.”
He sort of smiled, shook his head and told me to never call him again and left.
I got the new XXXXXXXXXXX.
You tell me what that was all about.
I can tell you that I was once involved in a bomb scare at an outdoor festival, and I was working one of the entrance ways. Within 3 minutes, even before the police, a cab, a laundry truck, and a food delivery truck all rolled up and flashed government ID.
They are all around us.
The Washington State Fusion Center, this should make all of us Washingtonians sleep better at night.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_HSNMLfhFM
So the X Files was reality?
You’re pulling our leg with all this.
Tell me you’re pulling our leg.
Thought for sure that was going to be followed up with a story about manipulation of hands and forced orgasm.
You really should drop this subject if you know what’s good for you.
Can we have the phone number, please? (She asked, blinking her transparent eyelids.)
~AA
Montezuma? I’ll have to watch out for that guy.
Was David Hogg’s name mentioned in the documents as a test subject? Or James Comey’s?
Would explain some of the latest shooters.
The Vegas Guy…Millionaire…
Guy who had no beef with the Sheriff’s Dept. just walked
into a Chinese Restaurant, and assassinated two Deputies, then
went out to His vehicle and killed Himself…Had a Parking
Ticket on His record form 2012…(Florida)
Remember all those stories about the army blasting heavy metal music to torment the enemy? Maybe it’s a cover for what they’re really blasting the enemy with.
Hmmm, do an internet search for Dr. Joseph C. Sharp, whose name is on one of the images in the linked story, turns up some interesting stuff. Among them this one:
The State of Unclassified & Commercial Technology Capable of Some Electronic Mind Control Effects
http://www.constitution.org/abus/mkt/uncom.htm .
I was in the laundry truck.
“I got the new XXXXXXXXXXX.”
Hey Fur, if anything breaks on my car would you be willing to make a few calls for me?
Lazlo’s sainted Mother had a security clearance so high the Feds checked me out from time to time.
When she passed away I got all the stuff the younger siblings had no energy to fight over. One was a couple of hand typed highly interesting chapters from Wm Cooper’s pale horse book.
She never said beans about what she did, but why did she have that?
Been on my mind a lot throughout the years
Well, Lazlo, did you ever compare what she had typed to the printed edition?
This is why Hillary keeps falling down.
Take it from the RADIOATIONMAN,
That stuff is real.Remember just
recently what happened to our Govt.
staff in Cuba ??? RF energy from way
down at the AM radio level all the way up
to exotic microwave freq. @ 60 GHZ ain’t
nothing to mess with… Heck the Govt. has
ultrasonic devices like L-RAD that can make
you crap your pants and forget where you are
all at the same time…
Okay, y’all are creeping me out, or freaking me out, or both, or something… so confused…
True Story (as I can recollect): back in ’72 bought my first Monster Furniture 25″ TV console from Montgomery Wards , (the one w/ the extra cabinets on each end, w/ fancy fake molded plastic doors to look like wood, even got extra tin foil for the rabbit ears! … anyway, 88 days in, the set went out. I called the service department & got the usual run-around about it being out of warranty, but I mentioned that I had the deluxe 90-day warranty … that did it! they trasfered me to several different #’s until someone did the same thing to me … “we’ll send someone out tomorrow”
next day this guy shows up, doesn’t ask one thing as to how or why … just proceeded to open up the tv, take out small electronic box from the front of the set, about the size of a pack of cigarettes w/ a couple of wires hanging out … “that shoud do it until I get a replacement part … your set should work ok until then” … “what? I can turn the tv one?” … “sure, see?” he proceeds to turn on the tv & it works like new … wtf? … he leaves & yells back, “don’t worry about it”
couple of weeks later I call Monkey Wards Service about the part … they give me the ‘hold on, I’ll transfer you’ several times until I get the ‘it’s on backorder, we’ll notify you when it comes in’ routine …. a month after that I call & get the same routine … all this time the tv is working just fine! … a call back about 2 months later & they have absolutely no information about my claim, no record, no part … nothing
I was a lowly first-year apprentice construction electrician at the time … the tv worked fine for 12 years! … but I was always careful no to do or say anything ‘inappropriate’ in front of that set all those years … 😉
Rosalind, No I haven’t. I shall look into it. First I have to go answer the door. It looks like I got me some Blues Brothers wannabe’s on the porch. I’m gonna
I don’t think we should talk too much about “Montezuma”.
He might get revenge.
In the 70’s my 10 year old brother called the whitehouse public line so many times they sent out a SS detail to interview our parents and him.
I had an aunt that worked for one of the ABC agencies. Rarely when we’d get together she’d ask my current clearance. One time I asked why? She said so she didn’t slip up.
I would have loved to have picked her brain.
“Heck the Govt. has
ultrasonic devices like L-RAD that can make
you crap your pants and forget where you are
all at the same time…”
Steel plate in my head does the same to me when I stand too close to the microwave. Piss my pants and forget who I am for a half hour.”
Sounds like an Art Bell story.
All things are Mellow.
Nothing to see here, move along.
We’re being manipulated into becoming a giant ant colony.