Federal Classified Documents Hacked from County Hick’s P.C.
By the State of Texas not NSA
LA Women In Memory of Anne Patterson-O’Dell
All it took was an alert to the FBI ICC Unit everything seen to stop for a brief moment as terabytes of data were electronically transferred by satellite or land line to overhead cameras that identify my biometric profile at that time and at that place – Hackers Busted and the information neutralized, after I unplug every electrical device including TV and Telephone and the experts took them out!
Chapter 1: Texas Domestic Surveillance: If They Can They Will
And They Did
Sunday, August 4, 2013 by A Real Texas Cowboy
Just another voice in the wilderness, I had no idea that by exchanging my writing tablet and No. 2 pencil for a Windows Word computer application would cull me out of millions as I rose to the top of web browsers in the summer of 2000. Born in the year BC—Before Computer—I can say, “In the beginning was the word and the word was without form.”
There are those who will argue that computer systems have a history going back more than 100 years, represented by a variety of machinery such as the mechanical cash register, calculators, and even Enigma, used by the Germans during World War II for the encryption and decryption of secret messages.
Most will argue that the first computer was developed as far back as 3000 B.C. The abacus was an arithmetic calculator that used rows of wooden balls. The device is so reliable and trustworthy; it was still used in China during my stay in the early 1990’s. The system certainly seemed much more efficient than the registers I was accustomed to in Mega Grocery Stores that seemed to stop operating the moment my place in line moved to pay the cashier.
Perhaps it was just a matter of odds or a coincidence that for some reason or another, when I came to pay, the cashier would open up the receipt printer and pull long lines of wrinkled paper tape out of the device to get it operational again. Many times the procedure would not work and the cashier would have to call the manager, who had key to override the system.
Twenty years later, not much has changed for me. When my credit card is swiped everything stops for a brief moment as terabytes of data are electronically transferred by satellite or land line to overhead cameras that identify my biometric profile at that time and at that place. I know instinctively the pause is no coincidence. I have been targeted by a domestic surveillance system that had gone completely out of control.
Those at the extreme right will say, “If we can we should,” but that does not include those that campaign for such in the name of national security, justified by the 9/11 Patriot Act. I have no objection when it comes to national security. My concern with the “If we can we should” argument is who is ‘we’ and do they know what they are doing?
How displeasing to have representation in the Senate such as Tea Party member Ted Cruz (R-Texas), who cries for justice after the IRS allegedly targeted ultraconservative nonprofits, while in reality many progressive groups were also targeted and Cruz has not issued one complaint about that. Others were targeted for and murdered by NSA employee.
The Senator is also aware that thousands of Texans have been victimized by non-lethal and bio-lethal weapons; however, he has not made one speech standing up for those who experience loss of life, financial decimation, or are held in Texas prisons innocent of any crime.
Thousands of Americans on United States soil have been unjustly targeted, persecuted, and oppressed by the corrupt few who can buy access to this information. Some such as the Dixie Cup billionaires Charles and David Koch along with a co-conspirator like Texas Governor Rick Perry will buy or manipulate the press to their own selfless needs; even to a point of endangering the lives of fellow Americans by censorship.
Even today the federal government unknowingly pays top secret militias operating without orders; quality assurance programs hard-wired to favorable responses.
Over a 10-year period starting with the signing of the 9/11 Patriot Act, NSA grew so large that it collapsed the whole global economic system and currently consumes more than half the federal budget.
In the State of Texas, Governor Rick Perry formed and led a top secret militia used to hold power by targeting and oppressing groups or individuals, causing financial decimation through intrusive electronic eaves-dropping and behavioral control devises.
Many understand this to be simple GPS tracking; they do not understand the dangers of the most vile, disgusting, and intrusive devices conceived by man since World War II.
Cases are still being brought before the international courts for crimes against humanity for those who escaped justice by fleeing Germany. And yet Texas Governor Rick Perry and his network of handpicked co-conspirators, who are linked to patent infringement, the theft of mineral reserves, copyright infringement, human electronic exploitation, drug / human trafficking, and manslaughter, go unpunished.
Most notably, the governor is linked to more than 250,000 people harmed by drugs or devices produced by big pharmaceutical corporations, with 88,000 that are known dead, and thousands more likely deceased. The numbers are still being calculated by forensics, In the State of Texas if they can, they will, and they did.
The many disclosures by NSA personnel warning of a police state never has been a secret if you have been harmed or attacked by non-lethal and bio-lethal weapons. The notion, “Why should it concern me? I have done no wrong,” adopted by plantation slaves that happily accepted a false sense of protection from their masters, unaware the security was a form of mind control intended to oppress and keep the slaves working on the farm.
Today’s civil division is between those that know and those that do not. Those who advocate for those that do not know are unjustly stalked down by the same domestic surveillance systems.
Thank God they underestimated the potential of the human soul. I gave them fair warning into the same data stream used to harm me and others, first with a published essay, Who is watching who and do they know what they’re doing?
“Unfortunately, behavioral scientists ignore the fact that some clairvoyants can take a peek into the future, visualize an eminent threat, and know instinctively when someone has their attention on them or looking at them even when the observation is done remotely by a camera or even a satellite.”
The civil war that never manifested between the Texas corrupted few and the oppressed is to the credit of those who have made sacrifices by seeking justice in the courts.
Credit also goes to the Honorable Barack Obama, President of the United States, who was also attacked by electronic devices and falsely accused of devising the system that was actually first developed in the State of Texas by George Bush mandates that later gave Governor Perry a blank check of discretionary spending.
Where did the trillions of dollars go? If not for the offshore financial leaks, forcing those of Texas public trust as well as judges to belly-up and disclose their tax shelters, we would not have a clue.
Justice is not always a popular opinion and seldom do we know the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth. There was a time when throwing Christians to lions was the justice of the day as was tarring, impaling, and set on fire so the games could be viewed all through the evening from any seat in the Roman Coliseum.
Not far in the future, we will have a clearer idea of what has transpired once the invisible crimes against humanity are brought before the courts, one victim at a time. Those who are still in denial with the notion of “why should it concern me; I have done no wrong,” will understand the dangers to themselves and family from intrusive violations of privacy.
It’s over for me or I would say a new beginning. I guess I can start by planting a few things in my front yard and remove all the thistles, weeds, and vines that have crawled over my front door. I just might get a visit from a friend, neighbor or family member separated from me by a Texas domestic surveillance system gone completely out-of-control abused from political targeting in Texas.
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No, no era lo que había estado con su hermana, pero que era de la familia, por lo que le molestaba . ¿Cómo podía ser la vida de esta manera? Y los cultivos en el campo ? Se fue en dirección norte sin saber qué camino tomar . Paso del Aguila , pensó, nunca he estado tan lejos de Chihuahua, mis tíos siguen trabajando en Nueva vicaya . Voy a pasar a través de la Sierra Madre, así que puedo decir justo bien a mis buenos amigos , voy a encontrar una nueva vida de la prosperidad y la riqueza. Caminó mucho , viaja siempre a sus pies calzados con sandalias hicieron blancos como caliches . Kilómetro tras kilómetro sed vagó sucesivamente, deseo mucho que ver La Junta de los Ríos. Fue el Pescado indios que les habían dado a él , él los había conocido allí bajo aquel árbol de mezquite con sombra. Él había estado masticando un grano de mezquite para mantenerse con vida . Pensó , pues si he de morir tengo que pasar primero a través de Nuevo León, quien sabe tal vez pueda encontrar trabajo. Fue allí en ese árbol, donde sus amigos indios dieron a él, esa vieja bolsa de cuero , en ella, las piedras milagrosas . No eran más que simples piedras de río , pero se llevaron las visiones de los tiempos. Se le dijo que si los echan en un charco de agua, un aspecto se manifestará , podrás ver lo que tu corazón necesita saber. No más , no más Tamaulipas Zacatecas, Coahuila no más , tengo que ir al norte de la riqueza y de los campos fértiles. Miró a su alrededor , sus amigos eran sólo una nube de polvo en el horizonte, estaba otra vez solo, fue una sorpresa para él , no fue tallada en ese viejo árbol , se preguntó por qué no lo vi antes , era simple, pero no podía entender lo que era , sino que leyó LBJ . Volvió a llamar a sus amigos, pero ya no estaban .
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Su cabello creció mucho , mientras que en los días de su cuerpo maldijo el sol del mediodía. ¡Mira! Hay , por allá , un oasis de una multa arroyo y un estanque de agua , a la sombra de un cepillo. Shush ! Pensó para sí : ¿qué es ese ruido. Era hombre , podía oírlos hablar por lo que se acercó a presentarse . Casi como si fuéramos viejos amigos se saludaron , había ocho de ellos, se ayudaban unos a otros con las historias de donde habían estado . No fue sino hasta tarde en la noche cuando tenían un fuego no pudo escuchar la historia, que uno de los hombres se había matado a su propio hermano , y ahora se estaba corriendo por su vida. Dijo que su padre lo odiaba , no podía volver. Todos ellos compartían los nombres de las familias que habían dejado atrás . Se dio cuenta de que en uno de los brazos de los hombres era una marca hecha con algún tipo de colorante , sino que tenía la forma de una paloma, una paloma de la mañana , fue escrito bajo las letras LBJ . Tenía miedo de preguntar, pero él quería demasiado mucho. El hombre de las piedras estaba feliz de conocer a sus nuevos conocidos ya que había sido un viaje largo y solitario , sino que habló de sus viajes por el saco de piedras , y luego tiró una piedra al agua limpia y fría . Todos ellos lo vieron , no hay cuerpo atrevió a dudas, era diferente , era otra época , se levantó de un salto gritando de alegría saltando en gran medida a la piscina. El agua se agitaba , el aire agita un viento el polvo se levantó sobre ellos ; allí estaba mirando ellos. Era el ojo del coyote. Los hombres no sabían qué hacer, miraban a su alrededor a la vuelta y correr , pero ya era demasiado tarde . La voz de una mujer, una mujer sabia , contando otra historia Jesty para hacer que los hombres hacen sus obras, las armas y el ruido y los caballos , era la guerra , fue realmente una guerra, y todo lo que dio un paso a la derecha en él.
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