Dead is Dead.

I had to move the discussion to another post, as one post wasn't enough and only caused more issues to deal with. I referenced some of this in "Revisionism" months back, but I need to continue. Like I have already said, the issues existed prior to any whistleblowing on my part. In 2010, I was told by my handlers that I was close to completing this program. Also, by 2011, I was cajoled and influenced by my Federal handlers to attempt to get the implant removed.

They told me to attempt to get out. They told me to go to the doctor. They are responsible for me going to the Feds looking for assistance. Why would they do all of this if they knew that the Olympic Games/Alaska/Syria was years away? If they knew I was nowhere close to getting out of this, why play the role of the provocateur and encourage me to become restless? My best guess is that they just wanted a scan of my brain. I can't, for the life of me, come up with a better answer. So, let's review a few key ideas, as they are important to understand more clearly: 1- Research about Islam (or failed attempts to leave this hellhole) did not cause people to become injured or die. There is no connection whatsoever. The whole concept was about removing my support structure and leaving me homeless. That's all. 2- The year 2010 was a year of harassment. It didn't get violent until 2011, with one murder. September 2012 was the time of home break-ins (coinciding with Benghazi, exactly) and (attempted) poisonings. My grandmother's apartment was broken into several times, with poison being placed into the food, drink, water, and sleeping quarters. Newburgh's authorities were no help with a psychopathic, anti-Semetic landlord. 3- I relocated in October of 2012, after a stint in a psych ward. After they tried to kill me in there, on-and-off for roughly the next year, poison was placed into my medicine supply, with help of the medicine manufacturer. You couldn't complain that people were out to kill you, as that would throw you back into a murderous psych ward with no help at all. All you could do is refuse the meds whenever I got the heads up. Sometimes, it came too late, but God never is. He kept me alive and vibrant. I have been left alone since, as the med manufacturer is probably no longer standing this day. Hail works pretty well for that. You want to know the story? Don't just ask, read. I won't deal with this again until the time comes, but do not make assertions, claims, and connections that simply do not exist. I have samples. People will also be interviewed.

We will know exactly what happened, as we have body cameras. Stop blaming me for the choices of others.