The Department of Homeland Security: revised again: part two
At this time a vast number of black Cadillac limousines with tainted windows started showing up in my neighborhood, which, as a ghetto, had never seen even one before. Evidently many important people were surprised by my “special ability” to detect surveillance and came to see me in person. In fact the secretary of DHS himself had stepped in, as I later would learn. Just now the Department of Homeland Security geared up for a full-scale surveillance war. When I got on the bus there would be no real passengers at all on it but only their surveillance agents pretending to be passengers. They apparently had evacuated the bus on previous stops and re-filled it with surveillance agents only. The whole city of Long Beach went into a covert state of emergency, as librarians and bus drivers were all told to watch out for me. This was October. My neighborhood had become a circus: everyday when I went out the street would be peopled with strange looking surveillance agents pretending to be homeless or disabled moving about slowly or pretending to be holding up signs (house for sale and so on) or reading newspaper in the car. The neighborhood looked completely abnormal. I talked openly on the phone about this to show them that I still knew what was going on. As the matter progressed finally DHS decided to seal me up permanently in a “surveillance bubble”: everywhere I went the place would be evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents pretending to be doing whatever. When I went to the university library (at both Cal State Long Beach and UCLA), the place would have been evacuated and re-filled with their bum-looking secret agents pretending to be students studying (most of these were hired temporarily for the occasion, mostly 18 to 19 year-olds, and none of them looked like students at all); the coffeehouse I frequented was permanently evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents pretending to be employees and customers; in fact the entire neighborhood I was living in seemed evacuated – I don’t know what, but the streets were filled only with surveillance agents pretending to be pedestrians; all nearby stores were evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents. Where did the original inhabitants go? Perhaps the extraordinary measures that the U.S. government had been preparing for sometime were ridiculously activated for this idiotic occasion and the “real people” had been sent to those FEMA concentration camps. I don’t know. If I went outside the city – such as to West Hollywood once – I’d find that the employee at Subway was already notified about me and about my dietary habits (he with his evil smile spelled out my order before I needed to tell him). This happened numerous times. The bus and metro lines that I rode regularly were permanently evacuated; when I rode them there would never be any real passengers but only surveillance agents on them – there must have been a team going ahead of my bus evacuating all those waiting for the bus at the bus stops and replacing them with surveillance agents – and the bus drivers had always to inform the DHS about where I got off, etc. Often they filled up the metro trains with so many fake passengers that there was hardly any room to breathe, even during the mid-day when normally there would be few people riding it. The DHS would continue to have the problem of “over-doing”.
Homeland Security agents started moving into my apartment building, and they regularly had my manager open my door – no, they don’t pick locks – so as to search my home while I was away. I knew this because, other than moving things around without putting them back in order, they regularly stole things from my place: my old cellphone, my phone jacks, my sweater, anything. My apartment was filled with bugs – you knew this when you talked to yourself in the apartment about surveillance techniques and the next day the surveillance would change in reaction to your feedback. The anti-virus software in my computer was disabled, and virus was inserted into my website.
Not only did they have agents sign up for the internet forums I frequented, but once they evacuated physicsforums.com where I was posting my questions and replaced all users with their agents to bombard me with negative comments about my post.
Why did the Department of Homeland Security do this when it had already become clear to them that I had no terrorist connection? I had sealed my fate one Thursday night in early November. I had ridden the bus and metro for four days between Los Angeles and Long Beach with nobody else on them save DHS agents, and I just blew up. That night, knowing that every word I uttered in my apartment was recorded, I addressed angrily the secretary of DHS himself: "Yes I know I know every single person on the bus and metro is fake! Because you don't know how to do it, you dumb mother f**ker!" Referring to Monday night when I entered the UCLA research library to find that all students there had been evacuated and replaced with DHS agents pretending to be students, I pointed out to him that he failed to fool me that night, that his fakery was obvious, because he simply didn’t have the right people. Their red-neck agents that came in to replace the students just didn't look like students. DHS would continue to have the same problem in the future when they'd attempt to create fake libraries to fool me. For example, if you look at the inside of a university library in California, you would see around 30 percent white female, 25 percent white male, 40 percent Asian and a 5 percent others. When DHS evacuated university libraries, they would refill the place with half Asian and half Hispanic and blacks, with very few whites that were furthermore all bum-looking. The people in DHS weren’t sensitive to details in the environment. Just when I finished my criticism, my roommate, blind because of kidney failure and hallucinating everyday because of the medication he had to take daily for his transplanted kidney, stumbled out of his room after hearing me calling out the name of the secretary of DHS and started talking to me: "You must trust in God... that Michael whatever his name is, he's a movie director right? He's movie director." He's hallucinating again and didn't know what he was talking about, but fate had it that he should have hit right on the target, for replacing passengers on the bus and students in the libraries with secret agents, isn't that just like directing a movie? So I shouted in concurrence, "Yeah he's a movie director!" The recording of this conversation would find its way to the ear of the secretary of DHS himself and would greatly enrage him, as later someone else (not from the DHS but who was an insider) would later confirm to me.
Anyone who knows something about the secretary of DHS knows that he has a bad temper and can be very vengeful at times. Now that I had made him look like a fool in front of all the important people and exposed the poor performance of his agency by easily pointing out their “secret agents” in public he would try his best to conduct on me the most pointless exercises in clandestine operation in order to demonstrate his ability to fool me and reclaim his dignity. But the harder his agency tried, the more obvious the deception. For they bombarded me every single day with fake places and fake circumstances, fake customers and fake employees at fake stores, and fake websites on the internet, and had not learned that only a lie embedded in the context of truth could work to deceive.
At this time a vast number of black Cadillac limousines with tainted windows started showing up in my neighborhood, which, as a ghetto, had never seen even one before. Evidently many important people were surprised by my “special ability” to detect surveillance and came to see me in person. In fact the secretary of DHS himself had stepped in, as I later would learn. Just now the Department of Homeland Security geared up for a full-scale surveillance war. When I got on the bus there would be no real passengers at all on it but only their surveillance agents pretending to be passengers. They apparently had evacuated the bus on previous stops and re-filled it with surveillance agents only. The whole city of Long Beach went into a covert state of emergency, as librarians and bus drivers were all told to watch out for me. This was October. My neighborhood had become a circus: everyday when I went out the street would be peopled with strange looking surveillance agents pretending to be homeless or disabled moving about slowly or pretending to be holding up signs (house for sale and so on) or reading newspaper in the car. The neighborhood looked completely abnormal. I talked openly on the phone about this to show them that I still knew what was going on. As the matter progressed finally DHS decided to seal me up permanently in a “surveillance bubble”: everywhere I went the place would be evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents pretending to be doing whatever. When I went to the university library (at both Cal State Long Beach and UCLA), the place would have been evacuated and re-filled with their bum-looking secret agents pretending to be students studying (most of these were hired temporarily for the occasion, mostly 18 to 19 year-olds, and none of them looked like students at all); the coffeehouse I frequented was permanently evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents pretending to be employees and customers; in fact the entire neighborhood I was living in seemed evacuated – I don’t know what, but the streets were filled only with surveillance agents pretending to be pedestrians; all nearby stores were evacuated and re-filled with surveillance agents. Where did the original inhabitants go? Perhaps the extraordinary measures that the U.S. government had been preparing for sometime were ridiculously activated for this idiotic occasion and the “real people” had been sent to those FEMA concentration camps. I don’t know. If I went outside the city – such as to West Hollywood once – I’d find that the employee at Subway was already notified about me and about my dietary habits (he with his evil smile spelled out my order before I needed to tell him). This happened numerous times. The bus and metro lines that I rode regularly were permanently evacuated; when I rode them there would never be any real passengers but only surveillance agents on them – there must have been a team going ahead of my bus evacuating all those waiting for the bus at the bus stops and replacing them with surveillance agents – and the bus drivers had always to inform the DHS about where I got off, etc. Often they filled up the metro trains with so many fake passengers that there was hardly any room to breathe, even during the mid-day when normally there would be few people riding it. The DHS would continue to have the problem of “over-doing”.
Homeland Security agents started moving into my apartment building, and they regularly had my manager open my door – no, they don’t pick locks – so as to search my home while I was away. I knew this because, other than moving things around without putting them back in order, they regularly stole things from my place: my old cellphone, my phone jacks, my sweater, anything. My apartment was filled with bugs – you knew this when you talked to yourself in the apartment about surveillance techniques and the next day the surveillance would change in reaction to your feedback. The anti-virus software in my computer was disabled, and virus was inserted into my website.
Not only did they have agents sign up for the internet forums I frequented, but once they evacuated physicsforums.com where I was posting my questions and replaced all users with their agents to bombard me with negative comments about my post.
Why did the Department of Homeland Security do this when it had already become clear to them that I had no terrorist connection? I had sealed my fate one Thursday night in early November. I had ridden the bus and metro for four days between Los Angeles and Long Beach with nobody else on them save DHS agents, and I just blew up. That night, knowing that every word I uttered in my apartment was recorded, I addressed angrily the secretary of DHS himself: "Yes I know I know every single person on the bus and metro is fake! Because you don't know how to do it, you dumb mother f**ker!" Referring to Monday night when I entered the UCLA research library to find that all students there had been evacuated and replaced with DHS agents pretending to be students, I pointed out to him that he failed to fool me that night, that his fakery was obvious, because he simply didn’t have the right people. Their red-neck agents that came in to replace the students just didn't look like students. DHS would continue to have the same problem in the future when they'd attempt to create fake libraries to fool me. For example, if you look at the inside of a university library in California, you would see around 30 percent white female, 25 percent white male, 40 percent Asian and a 5 percent others. When DHS evacuated university libraries, they would refill the place with half Asian and half Hispanic and blacks, with very few whites that were furthermore all bum-looking. The people in DHS weren’t sensitive to details in the environment. Just when I finished my criticism, my roommate, blind because of kidney failure and hallucinating everyday because of the medication he had to take daily for his transplanted kidney, stumbled out of his room after hearing me calling out the name of the secretary of DHS and started talking to me: "You must trust in God... that Michael whatever his name is, he's a movie director right? He's movie director." He's hallucinating again and didn't know what he was talking about, but fate had it that he should have hit right on the target, for replacing passengers on the bus and students in the libraries with secret agents, isn't that just like directing a movie? So I shouted in concurrence, "Yeah he's a movie director!" The recording of this conversation would find its way to the ear of the secretary of DHS himself and would greatly enrage him, as later someone else (not from the DHS but who was an insider) would later confirm to me.
Anyone who knows something about the secretary of DHS knows that he has a bad temper and can be very vengeful at times. Now that I had made him look like a fool in front of all the important people and exposed the poor performance of his agency by easily pointing out their “secret agents” in public he would try his best to conduct on me the most pointless exercises in clandestine operation in order to demonstrate his ability to fool me and reclaim his dignity. But the harder his agency tried, the more obvious the deception. For they bombarded me every single day with fake places and fake circumstances, fake customers and fake employees at fake stores, and fake websites on the internet, and had not learned that only a lie embedded in the context of truth could work to deceive.
