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EDIT: This answer is long and in parts with additions over time. Please do not confuse this as jumping around and not connected. I’m just not that good of a writer, and am usually very pressed for time and money and do this at a public cafe. One thing has led me to another and without the prior, wouldn’t exist, therefore, I see them as connected.anyone with enough money and a stick up their ass who is connected, because you have to know the right person. What has made a real mess out of this and allowed a few people to hide amongst the masses like the cowardly pieces of shit they are, is societies general consent to throw the rights of a small subset who are simply not prepared or capable to defend themselves against the onslaught which is dropped on them from and by every level and every walk of life, right out the window.So when a handler, the person who receives a usually monthly stipen which has been setup as some type of fiduciary regulated payment, he then uses that at his discretion to encourage or purchase illegal and scandalous, merciless acts perpetrated by a single person or a group against a target as performance on an agreed contract.The handler is usually retired military with some years accrued in the service. They most likely will have seen combat, and or, are recon or people who have been exposed to the intelligence community such as the CIA, sis or mi6, aman or mossad, kgb or east german stasi and are aware or schooled in the tactics of human psychological warfare which they have seen or practiced in live combat situations and which they are willing to use on anyone for a price.The beauty about this is that it only takes one or two individuals and a comparatively, relatively small amount of money to turn an entire community against an individual. These guys will turn otherwise law abiding police officers into their puppets and have them crossing a line they can’t go back over. As a bonus and depending on the handlers political beliefs and agendas, he can work both sides of the coin for the price of one while advancing his political or racial beliefs.And all from the comfort of his Laz-y-boy while hitting the pipe and sipping cognac. I have been observing a seventy year old US Marine Corp combat veteran who was discharged for a mental disability, or so he says, do just this now for about two years. He claims to have been here for the past twenty and his story is confirmed as to length of time.He claims to be receiving benefits from the government, however, I’ve caught him in couple of indiscretions as to his story. So he’s been tripped up but doesn’t know it. Lies in regards to policy and procedure which have no grey area, therefore, that’s a pretty big gap in his cover.Child support, violence against women and sex offenses seem to be the big three as for motives, and, on a scary note. Some of these cases seem to come from men, like an aledged victims father who has passed away and has vowed to strike from the grave as to seeking revenge. Kind of a perfect crime scenario as far as the contractee goes.It would be easy to throw law enforcement up on a cross at this point, however, they know what is going on, but, probably aren’t in a position of making a viable move on this type of activity.But remember, these guys have been used and made fools of. Something they can never change. They’ve for the most part thrown the country’s long standing reputation right down the tubes. Forgotten their sworn oaths. Something they can never take back, and not only have to remember everyday for the rest of their lives, but, even when they look their kids in the eye. That’s got to piss them off like you and I can’t ever imagine.Do you think you’d want these guys on your ass after what has been done to them as payback for the price of their souls?This is as dark and foul as it gets, and, I’ll bet the farm on this one. The people responsible for gang stalking are going to pay.I can’t think of a denial in words equal to the task.addition: this answer is developing on an ongoing real time basis daily. There is a development which is linking gang stalking to trata de blancas, or, white slavery. Human trafficking. This activity is taking place within a few miles of the border in Tijuana/San Ysidro. People long associated with smuggling and the recruitment of “drivers” who as far as I can tell are just being setup for an encounter with waiting CBP. The recruiters are paid pretty well. There is a “boss” who I believe is the liason between the street recruiters and HLS. Furthermore the “boss” has links to the private security industry in the USA, or, maybe even as a police officer, more then likely in Mexico, but, who crosses frequently.Their specialty is deception and betrayal. I can’t see HLS/CBP not being aware of this. Once you get past this deception and what is giving rise to this developement is that an equal goal is defamation and separation based on influence of female counterparts, possibly for the purpose of turning them into sex workers. An interesting statistic I read the other day put sex sales ahead of drugs annually in the USA. If true, there is a pretty great demand for loyal workers.stayed tunedOK, here it goes. Straight the fuck up. 9–10–2019 3:39pm PST.The USA has apparently for a very long time, offered rewards for people giving up people who were “smuggling” contraband into the USA. And, paying pretty good money at that.Now, I’ve been staying in Mexico for eleven years to avoid sleeping on the streets of San Diego. I have been conducting an investigation into problems which beset me many years ago. The following is the product to date of that investigation. The names being used are real as well as the actions and activities described.There are four things which are on and crackin’ at the San Ysidro Port of Entry. Trata de Blancas, sequestradores, robar de infantes and trafficante de organes. Everything ties into these four one way or another. A tangent if you will, but, all connected someway to these four.Then with the influx (segue 1991) of millions of Mexicans flooding the border unimpeded, local businesses found a need for bilingual persons to fill the gaps created by different languages and a need to conduct business and direct employees.All this activity cleared way for always hustle ready Mexicans looking to exploit whoever and whatever they can to the fullest. Being very heirarchy conscious people, bosses or jefes hold a special place or a heavy influence on those who work for them.Herein, lies the story of Enrique. He got his start at the KMart located in San Ysidro, facing Mexico. It’s closed now, but for many years was probably the southern most retailer on the border of that size.Now, Enrique somehow ended up with the job of head security man at KMarts. His specialty was choke holds, something he learned in his days on the streets of Tijuana, running with little 5 man chokeout crews and utilized that tactic in the USA violating the rights of many an American, myself for sure.As he told me, “he didn’t care about my rights and that he had experience and knew people in San Diego law enforcement and would be dealing with us and knew just how to.”The way things work down here is that the men, no matter how dirty, funky or stinking they may be, run and control whoever they can assert power and control over. Tijuana streets tend to be full of poor, unsupervised, orphaned and abandoned people from everywhere all looking to come up, survive, be protected and consume. The bosses look at it like everything they see, they own, so, all these people running around belong to them to do with what they please.Therefore a female, solo, is a prime target for predators like Enrique and his lieutenants like long time associate Yolanda, who is a female Adolph Hitler who enjoys the suffering of others and has found a home under the perpetrations of Enrique who either has a lot of cops fooled in the USA and uses this to operate with impunity, or, there are a lot of corrupt cops working all through the County of San Diego.Don’t get me wrong. Both can be nice people. When they want something or are using you, other then that, forget it.My monies on the later.To give you an idea, Yolanda was stabbed 31 times and left for dead in the local graveyard. She claims the attack was a robbery and one of the guys liked her and she refused to have sex with him, so, he stabbed her 31 times.That’s an awful lot of hate for a robbery. Usually there are two things on the minds of thiefs. Acquire the desired item/s and get as far away as quickly as possible. As an experiment, simulate stabbing your table or desk while counting to 31 allowing for a live, moving, struggling target.Not consistent with the actions of thieves, at least in my opinion.In all fairness, Enrique doesn’t like people to know what he looks like. I’ve seen him three times. Once, he was sitting right next to me at the schools administration office waiting area.I was there to discuss my PELL grant, he was there to talk shit about me to the schools administrators. I would soon have to quit because of what he said to them.After everything had fallen apart in my life and i was trying to get a grip on things, the very first hipothesis I had put together I called it the 180 scenario.All things considered, and using a circle with 360 degrees of separation, travel 180 degrees from wherever you are and that is where you will find the truth concerning whoever or whatever you were seeking.So, if Yolanda presents as a ruthless smuggler coordinator/recruiter whose objective is to recruit Americans south of the border and put them in a car and send them north into what was usually the waiting arms of HLS, flip the script 180 degrees and that is what you are really dealing with.Therefore, If Enrique is this elusive smuggler boss and connect, what he probably is the boss or owner of a private security company/civilian police detail who recruits or enslaves the down and out to carry out his dirty work, while he gets paid. And I don’t believe either of them ever end up sharing any of the money they get. If so, it’s just enough to keep you on the hook.09/12/2019I said this was on an update basis. I got a break today. To everyone who is being gang stalked. Use this template to see how it compares to your situation. I’ve worked a long time to get this. I’ve been shot, beat down 19 times, twice while handcuffed and that’s nothing in the overall.Check this out.Remember the 180 scenario?What if:gang stalking isn’t about coming after you, it’s about keeping you from something.All the bullshit that is thrown at you is to distract you and so that people won’t listen to you even if golden nuggets are falling from your lips.the longer they keep you chasing your tail, the longer they can take what is yours.In attempting to ascertain exactly who or who isn’t reponsible in this is also a waste of time. If you are faced with solving an equation with multiple variables trying to determine the value of x but keep hitting dead ends, then the obvious result can be only one thing…..everybody is guilty.In our case, cops, judges, attornies, family, friends, co-workers…you name it.There are several thimgs that will get you stuck in this rut. For right now, I’m going to use child support. If you don’t pay, you are a piece of shit. Forget that you have just gone through the most gut wrenching thing a person can ever experience, whoever you are. That which is reason for any man or woman to take up whatever is in sight and use that until exhaustion drops you….your family is under attack. Your wife, your kids, your life.You are expected to stand by passively while that which would incite havoc and mayhem in every person on the planet hits you from all sides. Remember, this is all fairly new and in a way we have all taken part in the trial and error process of writing the book on this subject.That doesn’t excuse the actions of our politicians who knew exactly what they were doing.Everybody receives a court order stating custody and support arrangements. For me it was 12.50 a week times two. That’s all they wanted. At one point I had arrears of 3,500 dollars. Then the Clintons enacted legislation which took my arrears from 3500 to 26, 000 dollars and change. Overnite. None of this amount affected or changed my order of support as to how much these kids would receive because there was never an order of modification. That means, 22,500 dollars was going somewhere other than to the kids and was in addition to already well paid persons associated with the administration of child support related activities pay packages.last rough estimate I made had something like 34,000,000,000.00 in unpaid support floating around out there. That’s a lot of money. Using my situation, about twenty percent of that goes to the kids. That means that of the 34b, 7b goes to the kids and 27b is up for grabs.That would explain why cops, lawyers and the like have quit their careers to take up jobs opening companys specializing in support collections.I knew a divorce lawyer in San Diego, Charles Kish, who made a statement one time saying, “I wish I had known before about all the money there is to be made in child support. I wouldn’t be doing divorces.” I didn’t know what he was talking about, but it is starting to make sense.So, anybody with $35.00 can go down to the county clerks office, file a ficticious name, post an announcement in a paper, and, boom, you’re in business.Then all you have to do is start snooping in everyone’s business and find out who is paying or owes child support. Find someone who is in arrears and you can attach yourself like a vampire bat to a fat cow at night. Line up enough of these and you are kickin’ back and watching everyone elses money roll in.If you start to search the lower classes where people are not so well informed you can really make this work. People who can’t afford legal advice and so on.So here is what has been happening to me. Twenty years ago, they took my drivers license in a bizzare surreal court proceeding I doubt was even real. There goes my ability to disappear.Then they attack my abilitiy to make money. The kind they can’t garnish. Plasma donations. Pallets. My own businesses. Then they start to do weird shit like follow me only they make it obvious.What do I do? Start telling people, “hey, I got people following me, like everywhere.” What do they say, “oh yeah? Hmmmmmnnn.” “So how are you doing these days anyway Marcos?”Then they get an abnormal psyche book and go right down the line as to abnormal psychic condtions, enact these little drama theaters for my benefit, and, what do I do?Tell people, “hey, guess what?” The same people I told I was being followed. Now I’m starting to look like a real cracker.Who’s doing it? Advocates. Fatherless kids and their mothers. Sympathizers. The police, collection agents, FOC, Arizona Clearing house. Christian church groups. The Urban League. It becomes a real madhouse with little or no supervision.They are vandalizing my vehicles. One day I went outside to find that my truck had been tampered with. Being from the East Coast, I talk different then these West Coasters.So when I related to my therapist that, “yo, I got people under the hood of my truck,” which to an East Coaster like me means that someone has opened my hood and tampered with things mechanical with the intent of causing damage and/or sabotage and left evidence of such in the aftermath.Now to a West Coast Therapist with a way too tight blouse opened up on top and threatening to shoot the first buttoned button at any second from undue pressure being exerted on it, and a round circle opening between it and the next button down, this means that I believe I have actual little people dwelling under the hood of my truck in the engine compartment causing me mechanical difficulties.“I got people under the hood of my truck,” get it? This is the kind of mixed up problems which have contributed negatively to my efforts oftrying to straighten things out. So what do they do? Give me a brown paper lunch bag full of the best psycotropic narcotics the county has to offer and tell me , “see you in three days,” at which time I get another little lunch bag.One time they gave me Risperdal. I don’t know if I would consider this an ill side eefect, all things considered…but, after taking it a bit, I woke up with an erection that would absolutely not quit. Things was, I couldn’t get off either. My girlfriend didn’t know what to think, thank God or run for her life. In all this went on for eighteen hours and was quite uncomfrtable.We stopped at the Lucky SuperMarket in Lemon Grove. It was summer and I had some shorts on. That was an experience I’m here to tell you. When I went to the clinic the next day, the young lady who was listening to what had happened so as to adjust the medication only had one question, “so was it bulging?”I’m not usually at a loss for words, but, I gotta say I didn’t know what exactly she was asking and wasn’t gonna ask her what she meant.I’ve claimed to be sequestered at various times throughout my ordeal, even called the FBI and said I wanted to report a kidnapping. They asked who the victim was, and I responded it was me. They told me not to call back. I was however, very serious what I was saying, and, rightly so.This is how Yolanda and Enrique get over. He has some kind of criminal justice type connections or business license which enables him to perpetrate these activities.to be continued10/13/2019Yolanda is MIA, that doesn’t mean anything bad or good has happened to her, I just haven’t seen or heard of her for awhile now.As far as who pays these guys goes, right now where I’m at in Tijuana, they are building like crazy. All kinds of people are gone, as in dead, locked up or God only knows. A guy who gave me a ride mentioned something I thought was interesting. He referred to women down here as “broken toys.”Without a doubt, women are at the center of all this “gang stalking” bullshit. Child support, domestic violence and sex offense accusations are used to implement “fabrication of justification” which is how people are getting away with doing what they are doing.For example: If I have no job and live in Mexico and I want to make money and I’m a female who is or isn’t into selling my pussy for money, I become friends with as many single men who live alone as possible. I go by their places and scope it out. Now I always have people backing me up as I’m part of a crew and we tag team people and share information. We know who the crooked cops are and who will let us operate. We stick to Americans and we find out what dirt we can on them and use this to fabricate justification so that when we do our dirt, public opinion doesn’t do us in. We rob people who go to the states everyday and shoplift to survive. Anybody who has or is doing something wrong, we take advantage of that. That way, nobody is going to say anything. We can operate with impunity.It doesn’t matter to them what the circumstances are or even if someone is innocent or not, they fabricate their justification and are off to he races.This is where gang stalking is originating. Cops are supplying the 411 and/or people within the system who work in sub-contracted security jobs are getting it from where they work and using it to line people up and make them targets for these people to live off of without fear of being caught or prosecuted.to be continuedOK 2/26/20 It’s been a few but here it goes. When all this started on me back in 2000, I was taking home $2700 a week, give or take. As my jobs and clients I had in my business dried up due to the relentless non-stop harrassment that plagued me, all my assets and income slid downhill to the point where I had nothing coming in at all. As a result I had to keep finding new ways to make money.This led me to dumpster diving. This led me to conflicts with store employees, security guards and eventually the police. Having no other alternative I thought for years , that I was doing something wrong. In time, as I gathered more knowledge regarding what I was actually doing, I found out that the exact opposite true.I had every right to be where I was, doing what I was doing. I couldn’t believe what I was finding in these dumpsters. Filled, and I mean filled with perfectly good merchandise most of which wasn’t even near the “ëxpiration date.” The only sense I could m,ake out of this was that:No business could throw away the amounts of merchandise in the condition this was in and stay in business for very long, or, who in their right mind would throw obvious profit/money down the drain like this.This merchandise was obviously written off against tax liability to offset the amount of money owed by a corporation in income tax.The IRS didn’t have any field auditors looking in dumpsters and were oblivious to what was going on. They had to be.The reason managers had employees, hired security guards and even police running people off they found looking in dumpsters was 1. they don’t want people to actually become aware of what is actually in there, and 2. they are afraid people will bring it back in the front door for a refund. I mean what good is it to go through all that trouble bilking taxpayers expecting a nice quarterly bonus check to have some bum come back in the front door and negate all your hard work and anticipation?My conclusion was this. Stores use hand held inventory machines to track merchandise. So when they scan this merchandise and devalue it to be written off against their or the manufacturers taxes, take it out back and put it in a dumpster…..whose property is it at that point?Why the taxpayers of the USA, that’s who, and thereby public domain. So to sat that, “no, this is private property,” is a load of bullshit, and, actually opens them up other criminal charges in addition to those they have already committed.Chula Vista, California has a mall located at H street and Broadway. The Mall has a CVS and a Burlington Coat Factory located on the I street side. These guys just love to throw away tons of good stuff so naturally I made this a regular stop.When confronted by mall security, I would just grab my sack full of goodies and walk calmly off the property to the sidewalk where the guards who were dogging me and yelling orders like, “Stop!!” and “put that down,” had to stop because they couldn’t leave mall property.Now I tried informing them of California -v- Greenwood and explaining what was transpiring, but they didn’t care. The obvious next step was threats of calling the police, to which I would stop and tell them, “go ahead, I’ll wait right here.” Which I would do. CVPD would come out and tell me, “no, you’re wrong”amongst other things like, “I’ll arrest you and take you to jail,” to which I would reply, “no you’re not” and this would always turn into an empty threat. I figured I must be right.Well at some point the police must have gotten tired of all the repeated calls by these guys and someone must have given the green light for these guys to physically attack and beat me, and take my belongings.The last two times this happened were pretty serious assault and batteries where one time I seriously had questions as to whether or not I was going to make it. I had four guys on me. One had applied a choke hold and I couldn’t breath. Passers-by called 911.The cops came out and after having me hand cuffed in the back seat and their bodycam rolling, came up to me and wanted me to agree that I was in the wrong and he’d let me go, thereby having a confession of sorts on film. I wouldn’t go along and say what he wanted me to say.So he went over to the guard after telling me and his partner, “we’re going to have to 243 you.” California penal code 243 is battery. So he comes back and informs me I’m being charged on a book and release. They kept my cart and belongings which consisted of a bunch of large bags of M&M’s plain and peanuts.Upon going to court, the prosecutor keeps trying to get me to accept a plea bargain and I keep telling him, “no deals here, my man.” This has gone on for 2 years now, and then the other day I find out I’ve been charged with a felony. A new case where security guards from the same mall say I have taken a defibrulator valued at over $2000 and thereby the charge is grand theft.They say the theft occurred on 09/06/19, they claim to have video of me in the parking lot on 09/08/19, I received mail from local attornies on 09/24/19 offering to represent me on my serious case, but my attorney informs me the prosecutor didn’t file the case until the end of January 2020.Que pedo es esto? Point being, this is how gang stalking works. Police and people with no authority or priviledge to sensitive material can make life real hell on anyone they are so inclined to target.to be continued…26/06/2020Ok, here’s what the past year has brought. Turns out the DA’s tape shows someone who doesn’t resemble me at all, and my attorney has requested a dismissal but has of yet not received a response. The misdemeanor still pends.Looks to me like more tactics to avoid that billion dollar claim filed on 7/22/11. They are trying though. So who employs gang stalkers? Better yet and more direct, “who are gang stalkers?”I’m about 99.97% sure on this. In my situation it came out of Detroit, Michigan as a contract to cover some corrupt activity and keep me down. Iused to think that everyone was “in”on this, but, the way it turns out a very small crew very adept at manipulating the system is responsible, and, make allies out of everyday people through lies they perpetrate to the police, courts, the DMV, MADD, VAWA advocates….anyone who can be counted on to act and react in a normal fashion expected from persons who work at all the desired positions and are normal exhibitors of human nature.Those feelings and emotions which are embedded in us all and elicit elevated emotional responses to specific stimuli introduced into a controlled environment to the unwitting accomplice by a special interest manipulator with knowlwedge and intent to subject the target to an unlimited amount of possible violations restricted only by the accomplices imagination and moral and ethical boundaries. The sim knows full well that the accomplice is going to react.The best part of this is he doesn’t have to pay or come into direct contact with the person(s) and has an army of possible “helpers” at his disposal.And, he doesn’t mind using others in any capacity.Gang Stalking is real. Gang Stalking is as ugly as it gets. It has permitted a lot of people supposedly clean righteous and pious pillars of society to cross a line they can never go back across.It’s like the devil showed up one day and snatched an unbelieveable number of souls in a very short time, and, everyone who no longer has a soul still want to stand around and act like they do. Well, the joke’s on you.People might talk and think a lot of shit about me, and, I may be part of a vastly small minority……………….but I still got my soul. And you?END

As the Republican National Convention begins today, we present here a rundown of President Donald Trump’s repeated false and misleading claims during the 2020 campaign.If Trump’s recent speeches are a guide, he may well repeat some of these claims during convention remarks this week. His campaign has said Trump will speak at some point every night, in addition to the nominee’s traditional acceptance speech on Thursday.Last week, we presented a similar roundup of claims made by the Democratic nominee, Joe Biden, in advance of that party’s convention.Claims are grouped by subject matter. For more on each statement, follow the links to our full stories.EconomyAt an Aug. 19 press briefing, the president repeated one of his favorite talking points: “Don’t forget, until the China virus came in, we had the greatest economy in the history of the world.” This is simply false and constantly repeating it doesn’t make it so.The president likes to point to the stock market as a measure of economic success. But the stock market isn’t the economy. Real (inflation-adjusted) gross domestic product measures economic growth. Prior to the pandemic, the economy grew by 2.2% last year, down from 3% in 2018 — which was the largest rate of growth under Trump, according to revised figures from the Bureau of Economic Analysis. Over the last 39 years — dating to Ronald Reagan’s presidency — the nation’s real economic growth has exceeded Trump’s peak year of 3% 17 times, including most recently under then-President Barack Obama in 2015.“FactChecking Trump’s Scranton Town Hall,” March 6At an Aug. 18 ceremony marking the 100th anniversary of the 19th Amendment, which gave women the right to vote, Trump repeated a meaningless boast that prior to the pandemic, “we had 160 million people working. We’ve never even been close to that.” As we’ve written, that’s to be expected. The number of employed Americans generally increases with population growth — except when there are economic downturns, such as the Great Recession that started in December 2007 and now during the pandemic.Trump also often exaggerates the peak employment number. It’s not 160 million, as he said. It peaked at 152.5 million in February. As of July, there were 139.6 million people employed — the fewest since October 2014, when it was 139.8 million, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics.“Trump Touts Strong Jobs Report, Flubs Some Facts,” June 5In his bid for reelection, Trump has promised a big economic comeback — a “super V” recovery, as he said in an Aug. 21 speech to conservatives — unless Biden wins and raises taxes. At an Aug. 17 campaign speech in Wisconsin, Trump promised that “you’re going to have an even greater year next year,” before falsely claiming “unless somebody comes in and quadruples your taxes. In which case it’s called the depression folks.”It’s true that Biden proposes to raise an additional $4 trillion in taxes over the next decade, but the increases would fall mainly on very high-income earners and corporations, and would not nearly double, let alone triple or quadruple, people’s taxes at any income level (on average), according to analyses of Biden’s plan by the Penn Wharton Budget Model, Tax Policy Center and Tax Foundation.“PWBM’s analysis projects that the Biden tax plan would not double anyone’s taxes, even the highest earners,” Kent Smetters, a professor of business economics and public policy at the University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School, told us via email for a story in May.“Trump Distorts Biden’s Tax Plan,” May 13COVID-19Travel restriction distortions: Trump has repeatedly touted his restrictions on travel from China as a significant action to combat the coronavirus pandemic, and he has made false and unsubstantiated claims in doing so.The president calls the restrictions a “ban,” but there were exceptions for U.S. citizens, permanent residents and the immediate family members of both. Others who had traveled to China within the prior two weeks were prohibited from entering the U.S., beginning on Feb. 2. He recently repeated the claim in an Aug. 18 interview with ABC15 in Phoenix, saying, “What I’ve done is I put the ban on China from coming in.”He went on to falsely say, “And nobody agreed with me at the time, but now they all agree with me.” At the time, Department of Health and Human Services Secretary Alex Azar told reporters on Feb. 7: “These were the uniform recommendations of the career public health officials here at HHS.”And, as he has claimed for months, Trump said that “Biden was totally against it. He was going, ‘You’re racist, xenophobic.’ And then he apologized because I was right.” But Biden never apologized. His campaign on April 3 said Biden supported the administration’s travel restrictions on China, and it argued that Biden’s earlier comments about Trump’s “record of hysteria and xenophobia” weren’t a reference to the restrictions, though they were made the same day those travel prohibitions were announced.Also, Trump falsely claims he enacted the restrictions “way ahead of anybody else” or “early, way, way early,” as he said in a campaign speech Aug. 17 in Minnesota. As we have reported, 36 countries imposed travel restrictions by Feb. 2, the day the U.S. restrictions went into effect.Finally, the president has claimed the travel restrictions saved “hundreds of thousands of lives,” but there’s no evidence for such a number, as we’ve written. He repeated the claim on Aug. 20 in an interview with Fox News. The body of research on travel restrictions shows they can, if they’re very strict, delay the path of the spread of diseases but do little to contain them.“The Facts on Trump’s Travel Restrictions,” March 6“Trump, Biden Spin China Travel Restrictions,” April 6“Trump Touts Strong Jobs Report, Flubs Some Facts,” June 5Minimizing COVID-19 impact: Trump has sought to downplay the magnitude or severity of the epidemic in the U.S.One of Trump’s most persistent claims is that the surge of coronavirus cases that began in June is due to America’s superior testing program rather than an increase in the transmission of the virus. In a June 15 tweet he called testing a “double edged sword” because it is “good to” have, but “[m]akes us look bad,” and said that because U.S. testing “is so much bigger and more advanced than any other country … it shows more cases.” He later claimed that cases are “up only because of our big number testing,” and pointed to the then-still declining rate of daily deaths.But data from some of the places being hardest hit earlier this summer showed that the case numbers outpaced any increases in testing — and the percentage of positive tests rose, sometimes dramatically so. Hospitalizations in many locales were also growing, another sign that the virus was not just being picked up more by augmented testing.It would later become clear in July and August that the surge of cases did lead to an uptick in fatalities — and that even by Aug. 24, daily deaths are still significantly higher than in late June.“Trump Falsely Says COVID-19 Surge ‘Only’ Due to Testing, Misleads on Deaths,” June 25Another Trump mantra has been that the coronavirus will “go away” or “disappear.” In February, Trump suggested that the virus would “go away” in April as warmer weather made conditions for the virus less hospitable. At the time, scientists told us that no one should rely on seasonal weather to resolve the pandemic — advice that proved prescient.Trump later amended his claim to say that the virus would “go away without a vaccine.” Marc Lipsitch, an epidemiologist at the Harvard T.H. Chan School of Public Health, told us that the president’s claim was baseless.Even with a vaccine, health experts say the coronavirus may not completely disappear and might return in cycles, similar to how past pandemic flu viruses come back as seasonal influenza viruses.The president has continued to say that the coronavirus would fade away or “disappear” throughout June, July and August.“Trump Baselessly Claims Coronavirus Will ‘Go Away’ Without Vaccine,” May 19On July 4, Trump exaggerated the lack of damage that occurs in most COVID-19 infections, claiming — falsely — that “99%” of cases “are totally harmless.” While scientists estimate that only around 1% of people who are infected with the coronavirus die, that does not mean everyone else escapes unscathed.The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reported in mid-June that through May 30, 14% of confirmed coronavirus cases in the U.S. led to hospitalizations, including 2% in intensive care units. In addition to those patients, even some who have ostensibly recovered report lingering after-effects, including fatigue, headaches, shortness of breath, and joint and chest pain.“Trump’s False Claim on Coronavirus Harm,” July 6On numerous occasions, the president has boasted that the U.S. has “one of the lowest” or “most successful” COVID-19 mortality rates “in the entire world.” But the data do not support his claims. At the time those specific statements were made, America had the 36th highest case fatality ratio (confirmed deaths divided by confirmed cases) and the 12th highest number of deaths (18.63) per 100,000 people.Trump later falsely said in a press briefing that the U.S. per capita death rate is lower than “most” of Western Europe. That, too, is incorrect. Earlier this month, statistics compiled by Johns Hopkins showed the U.S. has done better on cumulative per capita deaths than Belgium, Spain, the U.K., Italy and Sweden, as well as the microstates Andorra and San Marino. But the U.S. did worse than nearly twice as many other Western European countries.Similarly, Trump has inaccurately suggested that the U.S. is doing better than several foreign nations experiencing recent upticks in cases. But that ignores that nearly all of the countries he has mentioned still have fewer new daily per capita cases than the U.S.As recently as Aug. 23, Trump claimed that the U.S had the “lowest case-fatality rate of any major country in the world.” It’s unclear how he’s defining “major country,” but as of Aug. 24, the U.S. has the 53rd highest case-fatality rate out of 170 countries, including more than Austria, Greece, Norway, South Africa, Australia, India, Japan, Russia, South Korea and Israel, per Johns Hopkins University.“An April Filled with Repeats,” May 1“Trump’s Misleading COVID-19 Comparisons to Other Countries,” Aug. 4“Trump’s Missteps on COVID-19 Mortality,” Aug. 12False cures: The president has repeatedly touted hydroxychloroquine, an antimalarial also used to treat lupus and other autoimmune conditions, as an effective COVID-19 treatment, despite a lack of evidence. Trump first said that the drug had “a real chance to be one of the biggest game changers in the history of medicine” in a March 21 tweet, when he referenced the results of a study conducted in France.But that study was not a randomized controlled trial, and had significant caveats and limitations. The International Society of Antimicrobial Chemotherapy, which published the paper, later said the study did not meet its “expected standard.”Throughout April and May, Trump continued to promote hydroxychloroquine, even though it remained unproven and more studies found the drug provided no benefit to patients hospitalized with COVID-19.Multiple randomized controlled trials — the gold standard in medical science — also failed to find any benefit for hospitalized COVID-19 patients, including a large trial in the U.K. known as RECOVERY.Citing the RECOVERY results, among other research, the Food and Drug Administration revoked its emergency use authorization for hydroxychloroquine and the related drug chloroquine in June. The agency concluded the drugs are “unlikely to be effective in treating COVID-19 for the authorized uses in the EUA,” and that the “known and potential benefits” of the drugs “no longer outweigh” the risks — which can include “serious cardiac adverse events and other potential serious side effects.”Despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary, the president was still supportive of hydroxychloroquine as late as Aug. 22, when he said in a tweet that “[m]any doctors and studies disagree” with the FDA’s EUA revocation and its finding that hydroxychloroquine is unlikely to benefit hospitalized COVID-19 patients. In late July, Trump also shared via tweet a viral video of a group of physicians falsely claiming that hydroxychloroquine is a “cure” for COVID-19.“Trump Hypes Potential COVID-19 Drugs, But Evidence So Far Is Slim,” March 25Attempts to blame others: Trump has made several false and misleading claims when trying to blame others in defending his administration’s response to the coronavirus pandemic.He falsely claims — as he did in a Fox News interview on Aug. 17 — that the Strategic National Stockpile “cupboards were bare when we came in … we didn’t have ventilators.” In fact, the federal government had more ventilators in stock than it ended up distributing amid the COVID-19 pandemic. The SNS had 16,660 ventilators “immediately available for use” when the federal government began deploying the breathing machines to states to treat critically ill COVID-19 patients in March, according to a Department of Health and Human Services spokesperson.None of those ventilators was bought by the Trump administration, the spokesperson told us. Another HHS spokesperson told us the federal government has distributed 10,640 ventilators during the pandemic.“Trump Inherited More Ventilators Than Have Been Distributed,” June 22, 2020Throughout the spring, the president repeatedly claimed he had “inherited a broken system” from previous administrations, or a “broken test.”The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention alone couldn’t conduct the amount of testing this pandemic demanded, a point Dr. Anthony Fauci, the director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, made in March. But several former officials also have said the CDC simply isn’t set up to be a commercial test lab, nor the only source of testing for the entire country.As we showed in a timeline of testing in the U.S., it was a month after the administration declared a public health emergency (on Jan. 31) that it took steps to allow testing to be conducted more broadly.“Trump’s Spin on ‘Broken’ Testing,” April 1The president has falsely said China “stopped it cold,” meaning the virus, from spreading from Wuhan to other parts of China “but they decided not to stop it from going into the U.S. and the rest of the world,” as he repeated in the Aug. 17 Fox News interview.But China did not stop the coronavirus from spreading from Wuhan, where it originated, to other parts of China. The number of reported cases and deaths in China’s major cities outside Wuhan have been far lower than the numbers in many European and American cities, but China also took extreme measures to slow the spread of the disease.Trump also wrongly speculated that China stopped flights from Wuhan to the rest of China while allowing flights from Wuhan to other parts of the world, including the U.S. Flight records show China did block international commercial flights out of Wuhan after Jan. 23, according to Flightradar24, a global flight tracking service.“China Didn’t Stop Virus ‘Cold’ Outside Wuhan,” June 9“Trump’s Flawed China Travel Conspiracy,” May 5The president has wrongly claimed that in late February, Fauci was saying, “This is no problem. This is going to blow over.” Trump similarly claimed in a July Fox News interview: “Dr. Fauci at the beginning said, ‘This will pass. Don’t worry about it.'”In a Feb. 29 interview, Fauci said that “right now at this moment” the risk was “low” and there was “no need” for people “to change anything that you’re doing on a day-by-day basis.” But he added that “this could change,” that people needed to be wary of “community spread,” and that it could develop into a “major outbreak.”“Trump Misquotes Fauci on Coronavirus Threat,” April 29Trump also blamed a spike in coronavirus cases this summer on Black Lives Matter protests and Mexico, mentioning both when naming other reasons. Experts say there is no evidence that the protests or Mexicans have caused the surge in the U.S. Instead, they said, the uptick in cases is a result of some states reopening too quickly or aggressively, without proper measures in place to test, trace and isolate cases, and people generally socializing in ways that would result in spreading the virus.Many epidemiologists feared the protests would cause a jump in cases, but, as Dr. Amesh Adalja, an infectious disease physician and senior scholar at the Johns Hopkins University Center for Health Security, told us: “There has been no evidence that protests led to a significant increase in infections.”In an Aug. 17 speech in Yuma, Arizona, Trump repeated his bogus comparison between Tijuana, Mexico, and San Diego, California, saying: “Tijuana is probably the worst place in South America, in terms of the China virus. … And San Diego is not suffering at all because of it,” crediting a wall along the border for this. But San Diego has a much higher infection rate, with 15,764 cases, a rate of 1,109.7 per 100,000 people, as of Aug. 22. As of Aug. 24, Tijuana had 4,804 cases, or an infection rate of 268.5 per 100,000 people.“Trump Wrongly Blames Protests, Mexico for COVID-19 Spread,” July 23“Trump’s False Claim on Tijuana Coronavirus Cases,” June 10Law and OrderIn an interview that aired on “Fox News Sunday” on July 19, Trump charged that Biden “wants to defund the police.” Interviewer Chris Wallace quickly interjected, correctly, that Biden didn’t.Yet, the Trump campaign has run a series of advertisements suggesting that a Biden administration would cripple law enforcement and unleash criminals. It is part of the president’s larger “law and order” theme — which he has repeated in recent remarks. At an Aug. 19 press briefing, Trump spoke of “saving the world from a radical-left philosophy” which, among other things, includes “defund the police.”But Biden himself has said repeatedly that he does not support defunding the police, as he wrote in an op-ed published in USA Today on June 10. While he has said he would support shifting some funding from law enforcement to social service agencies, Biden also has talked about increasing funding for departments that agree to “implement meaningful reforms.” Biden wrote: “While I do not believe federal dollars should go to police departments violating people’s rights or turning to violence as the first resort, I do not support defunding police.”That’s a far cry from the wholesale stripping of resources from police that the Trump campaign has suggested Biden backs.“Trump’s Deceptive Ad on Biden and Defunding the Police,” June 12“Trump’s False, Recurring Claim About Biden’s Stance on Police,” July 21Trump also falsely said at an Aug. 7 briefing that if the Democrats took “control of Washington,” they would pass “legislation gutting every single police department in America.” He warned, “No city, no town, and no suburb would be safe. Your suburbs would be a disaster. Your cities, your towns would be a disaster.”First of all, the Democrats couldn’t do that even if they wanted to. According to a backgrounder by the Urban Institute, 86% of police funding in 2017 was from local governments, with additional money ponied up by state governments. But they don’t want to: As we have said, Biden has said explicitly that he is against defunding the police.“FactChecking Trump’s Weekend Press Briefings,” Aug. 19In support of the president’s law-and-order campaign, the Trump administration has sent federal law enforcement agents to confront protesters, including in Washington, D.C. In June, Trump misleadingly claimed law enforcement officers “didn’t use tear gas” to disperse protesters near the White House before Trump walked to St. John’s Episcopal Church to pose for photos with a Bible.The U.S. Park Police said officers used “pepper balls,” not “tear gas,” on protesters on June. 1. It’s true pepper balls, which contain a pepper spray-like irritant, have a different makeup than another chemical typical referred to as “tear gas” (and which USPP specifically says it didn’t use). But some sources consider pepper spray a type of tear gas, while others say both chemicals have the same effect on people. According to Scientific American and the CDC, pepper spray is a type of “tear gas” or “riot control agent.”“The Semantics of ‘Tear Gas’ Versus ‘Pepper Spray,’” June 4Bogus Voter Fraud ClaimsTrump has for years made baseless claims about widespread voter fraud, claiming in 2016 and early 2017 that despite winning the Electoral College victory and the presidency in 2016, his loss in the popular vote to Hillary Clinton was the result of millions of people voting illegally.As the 2020 election nears, Trump is again warning of massive voter fraud, but he has turned most of his attention to opposing any expansion of mail-in voting. As states have sought to expand access to mail-in ballots due to the coronavirus pandemic, Trump claimed on July 30 that this election would be the “most INACCURATE & FRAUDULENT Election in history” and questioned whether the U.S. ought to “Delay the Election until people can properly, securely and safely vote???”Many of the claims underpinning his case are inaccurate, misleading or baseless.In general, voting experts told us that while the instances of voter fraud via mail-in or absentee ballots are more common than in-person voting fraud, known cases of mail-in voting fraud are relatively rare.Trump has repeatedly drawn a false distinction between mail-in and absentee ballots — as he did most recently on Aug. 21 — claiming the former are rife with fraud while the latter require a voter to go through “a very strict process.” Voting experts told us the verification process is the same for absentee and mail-in ballots, and many states consider them to be the same thing.Indeed, 34 states and Washington, D.C., have “no excuse” absentee or mail-in voting, according to the National Conference of State Legislatures. Voters in those states do not need to attest that they will be out of the voting jurisdiction on Election Day, or unable to vote in person because of an illness or disability. In these states, there is no special process that “absentee” voters go through that other mail-in voters do not. One of those states is Florida, where Trump voted by mail-in ballot in the primary election in the spring.Trump has taken particular issue with states, including California, that will send out ballots or ballot applications to registered voters. In May, Trump falsely claimed that California will send mail-in ballots to “anyone living in the state,” including “people that aren’t citizens.”Trump also falsely said that California agreed that “a million people should not have voted” in the state. That claim is based on an estimate of inactive voters on the state’s registered voter rolls. No one alleged or provided any proof that any of those people actually voted, fraudulently or otherwise.Trump has repeatedly warned about foreign interference, specifically that “MILLIONS OF MAIL-IN BALLOTS WILL BE PRINTED BY FOREIGN COUNTRIES,” resulting in a “RIGGED” election. Voting experts told us that there are numerous logistical hurdles, such as reproducing ballots in multiple jurisdictions, and security safeguards, such as bar codes and signature checks, that would prevent a foreign government from slipping large numbers of fraudulent ballots past election officials. Those safeguards make such a plan highly unlikely to result in fraudulent votes being cast, experts say, and certainly not enough to sway a presidential election.As for Trump’s comment about possibly delaying the election, as we have written, Trump has no authority to do that — only Congress can.“The President’s Trumped-Up Claims of Voter Fraud,” July 30“Trump’s Latest Voter Fraud Misinformation,” April 10“Trump’s Absentee vs. Mail-In Ballot Spin,” June 19“More False Mail-In Ballot Claims from Trump,” May 27“Trump’s Shaky Warning About Counterfeit Mail-In Ballots,” June 25ImmigrationTrump has frequently distorted immigration proposals by Biden and his allies, including a 110-page document with policy recommendations from a unity task force made up of supporters of Biden and Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders.Enforcement: In remarks in the White House Rose Garden on July 14, for example, Trump falsely claimed that Biden wants to “abolish immigration detention”; “stop all deportation,” including the removal of violent gang members; and “end prosecution of illegal border crossers.” In an Aug. 18 speech in Arizona, Trump again distorted Biden’s immigration plans, saying “the Biden-Bernie manifesto” will “abolish immigration enforcement” and “[f]ree all illegal aliens from federal detention and close detention facilities.”Contrary to what Trump said, the task force recommendations say that detention of people who immigrated illegally should be used as a “last resort, not the default,” and the immigration plan on Biden’s campaign website says he would end “prolonged detention” and end for-profit detention centers only.Biden also said in a March Democratic primary debate that, for the first 100 days of his presidency, he would halt the removal of individuals already in the country, deporting only those who had committed felonies thereafter.And while the task force suggests scrapping the Trump administration’s “zero tolerance” policy for illegal border crossings, it still recommends focusing on prosecuting “human traffickers, smugglers” and other serious criminals. In another Democratic primary debate in July 2019, Biden said himself that illegal immigration is a crime.Benefits: Trump, in the same White House remarks, misleadingly claimed that Biden wants “federal student aid,” “free community college,” “welfare” and “government health care for illegal aliens.” In Arizona, Trump escalated his rhetoric, warning that the promise of “free education” and “free health care” would “unleash a flood of illegal immigration” to the U.S.Biden hasn’t proposed offering federal student aid and free community college to all who came to the U.S. illegally. His education plan says he’d make “Dreamers” eligible for federal financial aid, if they meet other requirements, and up to two years of free tuition at community colleges. Dreamers are a special category of U.S. residents who were brought to the country illegally as children by their parents.Biden also isn’t pushing “to give free, taxpayer-funded health care to illegal immigrants,” as the Trump campaign website states. Biden has said that, unlike current law, his plan would allow immigrants living in the U.S. without authorization to “buy into the system,” referring to the Affordable Care Act. The task force similarly “recommends extending Affordable Care Act coverage to DACA recipients, [and] allowing undocumented immigrants to purchase unsubsidized coverage in the ACA marketplaces.”Finally, Biden isn’t offering blanket “welfare” to those who immigrate to the U.S. legally or illegally. The task force suggests lifting the five-year waiting period for low-income immigrants with lawful status to become eligible for Medicaid and the Children’s Health Insurance Program, specifically. And Biden has proposed reversing the Trump administration’s “public charge rule,” which permits immigration officials to deny admission or a status change to immigrants who are “likely at any time to become a public charge” — meaning receive public assistance. Biden’s plan on “securing our values as a nation of immigrants,” says the rule “undermines America’s character as land of opportunity that is open and welcoming to all, not just the wealthy.”“Trump Distorts Biden’s Immigration Plans,” July 16HousingIn an appeal to suburban voters, particularly housewives, Trump has taken to saying he has eliminated an Obama administration rule that he wrongly suggests forced the construction of low-income housing in the suburbs.For instance, on Aug. 18, in his remarks on the anniversary of the 19th Amendment’s ratification, Trump said: “Look, I view it very strongly that the suburban voter, the suburban housewife, women and men living in the suburbs — they want security and they want safety. … They don’t want to have their American Dream fulfilled and then have a low-income housing project built right next to their house or in the neighborhood. They don’t want it. That’s not part of the deal. And I terminated that.”Experts told us the Department of Housing and Urban Development’s 2015 final rule on “Affirmatively Furthering Fair Housing” — which current HUD Secretary Ben Carson has announced will be terminated — didn’t mandate low-income housing or rezoning.The rule actually said it “does not impose any land use decisions or zoning laws on any local government.” It established a more structured reporting process by which all jurisdictions that receive funding from HUD would use HUD-provided data and tools to develop a plan to address fair housing issues in their communities. (The rule was intended to reinforce a clause of the 1968 Fair Housing Act that prohibits discrimination in housing.)“Trump Misrepresents Obama-Era Fair Housing Rule,” Aug. 5Editor’s note: FactCheck.org does not accept advertising. We rely on grants and individual donations from people like you. Please consider a donation. Credit card donations may be made through our “Donate” page. 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There was this guy who would ask me to "kindly, politely, buy me some ice cream." And if I didn't he'd harm me or my family.I think it was the same guy who said "I'll put cancer in your liver a little." [Sometimes, he gave me a choice between liver, brain, and stomach.] Other times, I was "giving [them] cancer a little" with the impurity of my thoughts. And still other times I was asked which loved one I wanted to give cancer to when I did something I wasn't supposed to. Cancer was assumed to be caused by the chip releasing metal residues.Alternately, cancer was caused by the hormonal changes they put you through with the implant technology. You could choose to raise your testosterone and/or have sharper thinking, but if your body couldn't handle it, it would come at the cost of a shorter life or cancer or something.These hormonal changes were a primary purpose of the DARPA technology. US citizens would be much more competitive in the international economy if they were supercharged. But since these changes imparted heightened aggression and super soldier strength, and since cyborgs were telepathically connected, DARPA really wanted to make sure every initiate had really good manners, so they made us go through this parole period, where we would have voices in our head basically giving us boot camp mental drills. And if I tried to ignore the drills, I'd be bumped down the list and family would be punished. So as strangely charitable as DARPA seemed, there was a dark, coercive side. The world view was that it wasn't a freely elected government running the world, it was the military running the world, and the military was different.The individual in control of my biochemical profile was called a "cook." I knew this because at bars I heard people say things like "I used to cook this stuff," and "sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, it depends who's cooking." The older guys whose shed I went back to after Harvard square were cooks. Each bar would have its own cook that I would be telepathically introduced to that night, whose signature biochemical recipes would bestow mental/physical effects. James from the psychiatric ward called these effects "suits." Though, all that time I thought suits was parlance for bio-cybernetic configurations, James was really probably just talking about expensive fashion.James also filled me in on a device that Google had, I think he called it the Apothic Record, which he may have seen on the History channel: alien technology that contained all the knowledge of the universe. James was very knowledgeable about how the government was splintered, more a collection of regions controlled by the Bloombergs of the country than it was the cohesive patriotic entity we see on TV. He believed the rich-poor gap was headed to a crisis situation that would involve the privitization of police. One afternoon he sat down at the dinner table next to me with a composition journal scrawled with notes. If you travel to Morocco, beware of guys wearing white belts. If you take a one-mile walk with a romantic interest in your home town, she was special; but if you took a 4-mile walk, she was wifey material. He spoke of a spy job that involved working a cover job at the Harvard library during the week, then on weekends getting into a car and being teleported through a Matrix-like situation to another country to conduct intelligence gatherings. Sometimes I believed the psychiatric ward was a front for an NSA recruitment program and James was my recruiter. Another time, after he invited me to play a game called “Find the Doubloons” involving ‘sharks’ and ‘divers,’ I thought I saw his horrible depths and he was just a low-life cyborg criminal.Research was a big part of this psychotic world. White vans traveled around the city to collect urine samples from the sewer lines of cyborg homes, but they even collected our samples from gas stations and restaurants. I had such personnel following me as I drove back from Connecticut to California. These researcher cooks even encouraged us to masturbate to collect samples, and there was a right way to do it - focus on one thought and don't break concentration, with the alertness helping to achieve a certain mental state that would somehow be reflected in the metabolites or something.Traveling was encouraged. On the surface this was to see your twin flame. DARPA had rigged cyborg romance so you could only communicate with your love interest by spending money on airplane tickets (because DARPA had a deal with airlines to boost travel sales). This was because my twin flame was assuredly embedded in a telepathic mesh much like I was, and her communications were carefully monitored. I would spend money on airlines in exchange for the equivalent of raffle tickets that would give me greater chances of being patched through. I had dreams where I felt I was being put in touch romantic possibilities and high school friends, so I fully believed in this system.Cyborgs liked to say things in rhymes. There was "Terrence, born to white parents." [Terrence was African-American] There was "tired of white," in a Mr. T voice. I could only have one crew in my head at once, and the different mind control groups would vie for mindspace. They would do this by imitating the other clique's lines (but with a small grammatical change or word omission, because full imitation wasn't allowed) to try to trick me - if I repeated their lines (and I was supposed to complete their mental drills being in parole), I would be giving tacit invitation for that group to stay. There was even a contest where groups would teach me all their lines and then compete against the lines I learned from other groups to see which ones I remembered better. Credit would be delivered to the groups of the lines I remembered, they would gain in faction power, and I would share in their thoughts more. Since I traveled a lot, I met a lot of different crews and carried a medley of lines in my head.There was a woman at the ward named Holly, and she was 44. She had an amazing body, and she would literally pose in these sexually provocative ways. She was also suicidal, and had been since she was 9. She said life just seems to take more effort and be less enjoyable for her than most people and believed it was neurochemical; her therapists believed it was just a cry for attention though. I'm not sure, but she was really smart and temperate, which was an odd pairing with the sexual provocativeness. She had a husband who was a polygamous Islamic man. Alternatingly I believed she was a femme fatale spy posing as a patient, and her “husband” who visited a couple times with a laptop was just a really smart dude in tech.Holly had been there for longer than I had, and wasn't getting out until this month, if they would even let her out since she was a self-proclaimed bad liar (so she couldn't lie about wanting to live on the outside). I drew from her strength when the days got long knowing she had been there for months, but I also didn't see how she did 1000-piece puzzles all day.There was a guy named Jim who never stopped talking. Get in a conversation with him and you're there for the next hour. Jim worked the topic of wealth inequality into conversations recalling his upbringing by working class Irish immigrants, and I was sure he was a communist cyborg looking to extort me in a polite and civil manner.…Communism and SuperpowersSpeaking of communism, it was at the heart of DARPA’s cybernetic revolution. In military fashion, the supersoldier technology was distributed to enlistees across class divides, which disrupted existing power structures and leveled the socioeconomic playing field.In many ways regular humans were at a disadvantage. After all, who could compete with a bunch of telepathic supersoldiers, in any venue? But humans had key abilities that I would never have traded for the world. For one, cyborgs couldn’t read or process information very well, unless that information was delivered socially (generally telepathically). Cyborgs also couldn’t really think for themselves: I was “powered down” one morning at the hospital, where I got the opportunity to observe the other patients supposedly still in cyborg mode; they were dependent, in the same way you would expect a unit of troops to be dependent on a commander, or a communist group to be incapable of having individuals operating independently. While the technology automated morality through direct nervous system conditioning, it also rendered us into mentally-narrowed drones. A +1 for humans, and I suspected they, or at least cyborgs with the greater control of their abilities, were leading this movement. But in the context of psychosis as a medical disorder, what I was really experiencing were cognitive deficits in any information streams other than the voices in my head.I had interesting powers. An access to the emotional wavelengths, or souls, of people I was close to. I could sense people’s reiatsus, and had to be careful not to step on them. (Stepping on them happens when you don’t pay careful, polite attention). The most influential soul was my dad's, whose aura I distinctly remember absorbing the night he was in the hospital.I called upon the soul of Uncle Marty a few times over the next several weeks. One time was in the airport. I was at the food court, and I was certain that a couple black kids were up to no good. Something about their auras were a direct threat to my dad's soul, and as they drew near I stared at them and seemed to chase them away. They were trying to steal my dad's soul, and I felt like I was lit ablaze in a patriotic way. But some damage had already been done - his soul was like a life force that had to be nourished and could be siphoned away. They stole/tarnished it a little.Another spectacle was “communist mode,” so-called because it was awarded to those who successfully followed DARPA’s program. It was characterized by a change in my vision, with colors becoming more muted, like a retro instagram filter on one’s pupils, rods, and cones. It gave the effect of living in a merger between the 1950s and the future - the colors made everything appeared peaceful and serene, but in a sad, "I'm at the precipice of life and death" sort of way. One airlines employee was enormously helpful in helping to reschedule a plane I had missed. As communist mode activated around her, she was undoubtedly behind this and a master communist. She had impeccable morality, like an angel. Perfectly selfless, if hopelessly residing on the precipice of life and death. I was getting this mode as a free demo. The visual experience peaked after landing, where outside under the normal sun the day seemed to be saturated in patriotic reds and blues.The impetus behind the communist ethos was that the U.S. had lost its unity and place on the world stage due unethical ways we've lived, and now DARPA/communists/some globalist family that controlled the oil was taking it upon itself to rectify our nation's future by improving the character of its citizens. There was no better way to do this than to run a portion of the citizenry through a lottery, which targeted those whose parents were in the program (my dad was a cyborg), and mold them through a communist re-education program to become better citizens, whereafter we'd be encouraged to take on jobs in the services industry, where we could put a good public face on for the country, and bolster the economy.Psychosis for me was a 6-month adventure of impenetrable sociopolitical and science fiction delusions - annoying, grand, and frightful - accompanied by mild perceptual distortions, changes in body function, and strange nervous sensations. If this is of interest, please continue reading.To sort us initiates out, there were tests. Whenever I read a book or website, I was being judged. If I instantly understood things, I was approved of, but if I had to take time to think about them, I was not good enough for academic pursuits and was surely judged thusly. It was shown to me that in the perfect society the ideal citizen should be both an expert in their as well as an impeccably decent human being. I did not have the brain space to attend to both things, and the voices repeatedly let me know with "you chose too late.” Whether this is true or just a matter of projection, the downfall I perceived of the United States was rooted in people paying more attention to all things other than each other, leading to eventual social disord.In any case, these evaluative tests were why I was sure that having this cyborg technology in me, which invited harassment in the form of implanted thoughts, training videos and ads to join them, was not good for me. It was going to get in the way of my schooling, let alone reading.I had to get it out.That's why I traveled across the country to Massachusetts, to visit Harvard medical center. I first traveled to find a surgeon in Houston, but to no avail. And because I was convinced I had a twin flame who could help me.A twin flame was someone who also had been implanted with the chip, and whom I was "recommended" to pursue romantically. Recommended because that's the way "we were made.”I didn't see her.But I did see an ambulance, and doctors, although not the cyborg surgeons I had hoped for. Actual shrink doctors from the normal human world, who ended up confining me to a psych ward for 5 weeks. That was a hell on its own. But first I’d like to summarize everything that happened up till this point.—Connecticut, Parole, and CaregivingIt all started last September in Connecticut, shortly after I had driven across country to begin a neuroscience program. Exhausted from caregiving and moving logistics, overextended on caffeine and nicotine, and overly preoccupied with paranoid fears of communism and criminality, I arrived in Connecticut convinced that my cellphone had been hacked after an Instagram message I received seemed to coincide with Google Maps crashing. Like a gas that must escape an open container, I knew that the virus had surely spread to my computer over wifi. And further, that I was being stalked in person by antifa. I filed a police report telling them who to investigate should anything happen to me. I had brought my dad’s gun across country, not for situations like this, but just because I didn’t want to leave it at home. That proved to be problematic later.Without the integrity of my electronic devices, I had to unenroll from school for the semester, and I spent the next 3 months in the apartment. It was during these times that I spent one too many nights at the bar, and woke up one morning with a completely altered world view.In those first weeks I wasn't sure if I'd been roofied and gang raped (possibly by someone with AIDS), or just implanted with a cybernetic chip, as I experienced rectal discomfort and holy grail levels of constipation. My apartment was rigged with microphones or cameras. One of the few things I did was browse Quora all day; impressions I drew from the app suggested that I was being kept like a pet for one or two gay dudes (an older and younger guy). Or, with recent news of Jamahl Khassogi breaking, that I was a candidate for a top-secret spy program. Or was it cyborg implants? A friend on FB had posted about implants in the UK. Since I believed my phone and computer were hacked spiraling into this, I assumed many FB posts were modified and targeted to me. One late night I fetched an Instagram post of some fiersome-looking lion; I felt I could strongly relate to his primal aggression and see its soul. Another post fresh in my feed showed lego toys built into futuristic contraptions, and one post featured the word “Debut;” I was sure these were models for cybernetic gadgets and they were communicating that this was my debut. Implant it was. The Muse album "Drones" seemed to know exactly what I was talking about. Matt Bellamy had surely been a cyborg. Shortly after I did research into mind control programs run by the CIA in the 1950s. It all started to add up.This published scientific research article about cyborgs navigating a transformed world to establish their new social identities supported my beliefs.Cyborgs and moral identity (Cyborgs and moral identity)And so did a short YouTube series recurring in my feed called “Life of a Cyborg.”https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plrT6n81wckI was bedridden for a week when I first started becoming aware of people listening to my thoughts and asking me questions on Quora. This developed into conversations that included everything from regretable things I’d done to cyborg technology as a function of government control to the socioeconomic animus that led SJWs to take up the mantle of communism, still against the backdrop of Muse songs. I had heated discussions, essays, nights of soul searching, and an afternoon where I had really good freestyle skills. For several days I felt like a super soldier - relatively untalkative and with extended focus, my vision was sharpened and the colors of autumn trees were brilliant. I was motivated to exercise a lot; I was intrigued by the windiest mountain in the world in New Hampshire. These capacities didn’t last.Every time I would think about going to campus, I felt a strange inhibitive pressure on my heart, and I became vacated of will. I assumed my thoughts were being monitored and the implant was inducing the release of an inhibitory neurotransmitter. They didn’t want me to go to school.As the gravity of my situation set on me, I paniced and drove to the bar where I had been roofied by a stripper and implanted. I was sure that was where it happened, because I remember looking at the clock that night and wondering how it had gotten so late all the sudden. Cigarettes seemed to relieve the pressure; they didn’t want me to smoke them, nor did they want me to listen to music - these things made me too independent. Speeding through downtown Hartford everything took on a surreal tint as the orange sunset bounced off the skyscrapers. A giant screen on a building was an implement in mind control by the intelligence agencies for propagandizing the country. As I finally parked, I broke down - I realized the extent to which everyone’s perceptions have been influenced by these wealthy super-intelligent families, whose amoral views were in full display on Quora. My only hope against such a force was to go home and live a quiet life.One day I was pacing up and down a street outside the apartment building when two police stopped me to ask that I keep it close to the building, as there was a school adjacent. By that week, I knew clandestine cameras were set up in the building across, and the police knew about the fights I was getting into with some of the voices in my head over political differences. They were on my side, but since I had a gun they wanted me to get out of the state or they’d have to arrest me.Various other things happened, but I moved out back to California for Christmas.My mom didn’t know what I was talking about. I resumed caregiving duties of my dad, unable to build the will to return to school. The voices continued as my reality shifted to accomodate my new cyborg identity.I was on parole. LSD-like mornings and ecstasy evenings, consumation with notions of exactly how a cyborg future would develop (possibly an arms race), epiphanies about how best to foster a polite society, and visions of a utopian transhumanist world. Ads on Facebook were put up by Cyborg entrepreneuers, and I was seeing them because I was part of the program. According to Quora, cyborgs had to either take the entrepreneurial path or enlist in service in order to pay off the debt for their implants. Implants were referred to as “ships” - I discovered this in my spacefaring computer game Eve, which was broadcasting cryptic messages to me from the players in in-game chat.I had a day where I felt I was in Skyrim, and another day I felt I occupied every position of sexual orientation imagineable. (My dad didn’t like me when I was a hermaphrodite). One day I had the hyper-rationality and emotionlessness of a Vulcan, and another day I felt like I was 16 again, with effortlessly racing thoughts - it seemed DARPA had figured out the biochemical salve to aging.Initial days of euphoria gave way to somber periods of introspection where my gut felt like it was being dividided and I reflected deep into my past. As an expensive investment, DARPA was getting upset that I wasn’t being productive - in fact, I was draining government coffers as my dad received a retirement. My cybernetic freebies were dwindling and my place on the list was dropping.Spending protracted periods of time on the internet like usual, I explored notions of longevity for personal interest and career, which the DARPA researcher parole officers approved of. One focal point was the longevity diet. I had already lost a lot of weight - I discovered that eating just a chip off of an almond was enough to feel satiation, and I wondered if I was getting closer to ancestral eating habits. This diet seemed to slow my metabolism to as close as I could get to cryogenic freezing without being emaciated or frozen, but it left me with little energy to learn or be a caregiver, so I resumed my normal diet.While DARPA liked longevity, they didn’t like Bitcoin. The government invented it, after all. Repaying them with Bitcoin would be like a kid paying his dad back with his own savings. Stop wasting time with that and show us some real economic productivity, they chided.Among top researchers and people around the neighborhood, my tenant and her boyfriend were two of the people who babysat my thoughts on my parole period. I spoke to them some mornings, afternoons, and evenings while I was with my dad. My private thoughts throughout the day were inadvertently rude to them at times, and I believed that this incited the babysitters, whoever they were, to push a button or something to make my dad start coughing. The thoughts also began to make it very difficult to caregive; it was hard to pay attention to anything else. I started to resent this cyborg situation, but blaming my babysitters wouldn’t change anything - the issue was the DARPA program and the lack of oversight!Interlocking thought auditing with my dad’s health was an unforgivable transgression - my relationship with the organization began to deteriorate. I went to DARPA's website and found a page for whistleblowers. I don't remember if I filled out a complaint, but one morning I got so fed up with the constant voices and incessant advertisements that I got in my car early in the morning to drive around (which I wasn't supposed to do, since I had to be watched), smoked a bunch of cigarettes, then came back and called DARPA. A man answered and I requested to speak with someone who could take me out of the semi-public research program for cyborgs. He said he couldn't help me, but sounded like he didn't want to help me either. My e-mails to DARPA and intelligence agencies went similarly unreturned. One morning I was incited to make YouTube videos/pass flyers out at UCSD telling the campus about this unethical DARPA program that keeps initiates on virtual house arrest via paralyzing thoughts through cybernetic implants. They didn’t like this. But it was leverage.While parole officers hated it, thought auditing was central to DARPA’s mission of economic revitilization. Depending on how we performed - that is, the purity of our thoughts, reflecting perceived intelligence and worth as workers - we would be bumped up or down the list. I would drive around town - whether to Krispy Kreme, or the Bullpen bar - and occassionally see a man walking around with a binder. A voice was fond of saying, "'We're making a list!'"[checking it twice]. The binders contained every initiate's evaluation scores.So our minds were telepathically chained together, and we were evaluated, and bumped up or down into different tiers by managerial level cyborgs carrying binders. This was also a competition. People at the bars would talk about playoffs. I gathered that I was drafted into this program based off pedigree and a certain score, and was pitted against other initiates who represented the creme of the crop from across the USA.But because I was always inside all day caregiving, I never got outside, and the purity of my thoughts in the social sphere never improved, and so I was slapped with increasingly poor grades, demoted on the list, and my dad was being harassed by cyborgs who hated their lives.I was demoted so much that I actually fell into a tier where I was in danger, as my thoughts were disruptive to the telepathic social mileiu (cyborgs inhabited 24-Hour Fitness, so this was a problem). I could tell when I wasn't wanted somewhere because the building signs had a habit of looking like fight-or-flight tropical poisonous frog markings.Urgency grew as my dad’s coughing worsened. Every day that I would take my dad out for his semi-daily wheeling around the lake, cyborgs had to be given notification and time to prepare to greet me around the circular track. One day we walked by a lady with an Eastern european accent who commented on the ducks attacking each other, and said something about how they had to be aggressive. I was having trouble getting along with the voices in my head at the time, and I took this to mean I had to take more aggressive steps in controlling my mind, wresting it from Terrence and other neighborhood cyborgs. There was a way to *be the one implanting the thoughts* in others' heads, the speaker rather than the listener; the divide between fledgling and babysitter was simply a matter of the journey one embarked on to gain access to more empowering relationships and technology. That day I brought my dad in my car and we drove up to LA. I had previously made contact with friendlier cyborgs at a bar there several weeks prior. My experience so far was that every new place I traveled to introduced a new crew into my head; I had only to get in the right headspace to perform my caregiving duties better. After a long drive in which I believed I was being followed across many winding freeway changes, I arrived at Kaiser Fontana and took my dad to emergency care. In the next few days he passed away, as it was found he had pnuemonia.It took me several weeks into the psychiatric hospital before I realized that him coughing all that time was not DARPA babysitting cyborgs instructing the chip inside him to make him cough, but pnuemonia, and if I had not been consumed in an alternate reality, I would've gotten him to the hospital sooner.—The EscapeAs I said, my tenants Terrence and Maryanne were sick of listening to me all day, and they kept urging me to go to Arizona just so I would get out of their heads. Arizona was "in season," - that is, it was a new competitive season for cyborg ranking placements over there; I'd have a chance to grow if I picked up a job and mingled. But I didn’t drop everything to do that, and so I found myself in a mire.My dad had now passed, but I was just as sure that I wanted out. I thought long and hard about regrets I'd have if I'd be estranged from many of my friends who I'd known since high school, college, etc., who were of course recruited as cyborgs prior to me and who I communicated with. But being a normal human was preferable. I was taking a stand.According to Quora there was a roaming surgeon who traveled around the country week-to-week performing surgeries. It was a process to find out which city he would be in on any particular weekend. I had to ask the friends in my head. A skill I was often encouraged me to develop was to "learn how to read," and if I saw words in my dreams, I assumed this is what they were talking about -- not all cyborgs saw words in their dreams or hallucinations. Something told me he was going to be in Houston. The preemptive conversation with the surgeon was what you'd expect when speaking with a composed doctor in a quiet office. Every voice I spoke with had a different personality, revealed through the pace of their speech and spasms that I experienced in my calf and foot. (Later I realized that though these spasms seemed externally-controlled, they were probably me inducing them).Airports are worth describing. Many cyborgs spent their day here, a place where things like business networking and clan recruitment took place. I exchanged cordial glances with white men in business suits as they busily shuffled in and out of the bathroom; black men in urban wear posted on chairs at the gates with their phones, surely conducting material social interchange; a Hispanic man sat next to me and spoke with a business partner in his native language - surely I was being tested. It’s trite for me to say by now that the technology involved mind control, lots of money, the military industrial complex, etc., and developing tight-knit cadre with people who you got along with well was key to success and outright survival.A Lyft driver talked to me about a cartel in Mexico that kidnapped people from family. One of the daughters had to completely escape the country. I assumed the cartels were the same as the "nano-mafias" I read about on this completely factual site. He stated he felt safe though, as he lived next to policeInternational Physical Medicine & Rehabilitation Journal... (https://medcraveonline.com/IPMRJ/IPMRJ-03-00115.pdf)Another interesting thing about airports and public cyborgism at large were the factional wars for territory, where I would be frequently aware of the roving mobs occupying various sections of the airport or members of a clan holding it down on the street. Cyborg clans were divided ethnically, as maintaining emotional bonds with different ethnicities tied into the strategy of navigating the cyborg social structure, while also keeping one's thoughts pure. Some days I was with the "Irish," (whose clan superpower made me feel light as the wind) and other days I was with "Terrence," the African American boyfriend of my tenant (who made me feel hypersexual and as big as people much bigger than me). Depending on who I was with, everyone I would see belonging to that ethnic group within a crowd, say an airport for example, would light up, seem more appealing, like my allies. It was quite marvelous that a technology could achieve such neat partitioning of our minds for the sake of peace, I thought. We were encouraged to switch less often and make a choice about our social alignment, as this tied into dating, marriage, cyborg abilities, and resource control, but I never made up my mind, as the ultimatum was absurd to maintain. I think this cast me further down the list.So I flew to Houston. At the airport I was greeted by a man who needed $20 or something to stay at a motel. He told me about his ill mother and his past involving drugs, and I assumed he was a cyborg collecting donations for the "shave" I had received at the airport."Shaves" were sessions where groups or entire crowds of people walked in front of you, and you were to look at their faces in order to get habituated to a broad array of people, or "add up" to people as they said. Cyborgs had the ability to make eye contact without feeling anything (it had to do with reduced fearfulness or something). During shaves, we would "do math," which not only allowed us to "add up," but was a play on words of "do meth" - because the implant technology triggered the release of hormones or neurotransmitters akin to a stimulant that amplified my emotions and made the experience more memorable. One would essentially have a positive social experience while pharmacologically amped up. Shaves were essential to being a socially successful cyborg, and I was not getting shaves at home.In any case, I gave the man his donation and walked to the airport ride terminal, where I was introduced to other voices, all hospitable, and made it to the motel. I stayed there for a night, assuming the messages leading me to the surgeon would just come to me as I talked to motel cooks from my room. My hopes came through as the next morning I received a lead in the name of a cafe that happened to be located about 30 minutes away. But after a lengthy conversation of introspection, I couldn’t pull the trigger.I flew back to San Diego. I went to a bar where I had a really weird conversation with a random guy who offered "construction jobs,” saying "all I needed to do was go around and take a picture" of construction sites, as if it were some Pokemon Snap freelancing job. A medical device truck drove by in the parking lot as he spoke incoherently. He said something about accidents and how really bad things could happen. Against the backdrop of everything, I was sure he was a higher-up cyborg trying to communicate to me that non-comformity would end in “road accidents,” and was strongly encouraging me to get an approved of job so that everything would be cool. (This was hallucinogen-level thinking). He walked away, and shortly after I experienced what felt like an impending heart attack; if I kept moving it seemed I would either throw up or pass out. (I had only had 1 drink - was it drugged? I was there last night so maybe the staff was upset with me). I had to go sit in the car for like a half hour as people walked by for a "shave.” One guy had a brief case that undoubtedly had bucketloads of money in it.I made it back home, where I got a transcendental call from my mom, whom also was a cyborg, as her mother had just died weeks before my dad. She talked about funeral arrangements, and it was abundantly clear that the cult of DARPA had ritualistically orchestrated my grandmother’s and father’s deaths close together, and it was time for my mom and I to step up. This prompted me to call my twin flame. I was sure she had run away and joined a family to cope with the dangers of the cyborg world. My twin flame told me to never call her again.I wanted to stay in San Diego and organize the house after my dad's passing, but the worrying heart symptoms started again suddenly when I was at my car. Take a step and I'll die. I pleaded with them to let me live.They wanted me out since I wasn't conforming to the program. I was wasting their time and resources.I had to find this surgeon.One of the ways out of parole was to get married to a cyborg, because DARPA wanted permission to implant children to conduct research from a young age. I knew one of the toddlers at an airport was a cyborg baby. I wouldn't want this fate for my children. Being a "cyborg" felt uncomfortable, like I had machine parts inside me. As implemented it was not a step forward for humanity.The other way remained surgery. So I scheduled a plane flight to Massachusetts. I knew this was the place to go, because when I received in the implant back in Connecticut, the stripper who roofied me had asked me if I'd prefer going to Cambridge or Hardvard Square. Internet articles mentioned various universities involved in the BRAIN Initiative and these DARPA projects, so I knew I had to go to a university:DARPA and the Brain Initiative (DARPA and the Brain Initiative (DARPA and the Brain Initiative))Harvard Square was a trip. The crowds and eccentric street people were giving me shaves as a last demonstrations that I should stay as a cyborg, but I just couldn't. I think I visited the campus, not really sure; I found a university library, but had to ride back as it was getting windy.That night I went to a bar outside Boston where I had many strange but fitting conversations. I wondered how many vodka tonics I had to drink before I'm roofied and wake up in my motel room chip-free? The voices told me to come here. I went back with some old man who I was sure could help - he and his friend took me into a shed where they had beer kegs and such. I didn't drink anything. “You haven’t said much.” Repeated failures of reaching a surgeon in the past taught me that my thought process had to follow a certain pattern in order to be approved of for surgery. Opting out asked for silence. On the ride back I expected them to help me find a hospital where I could get surgery, but they let me down.Finally the next day, DARPA voices told me I had worn out my usefulness as a research subject. There was a marathon in Boston I’d participated in the day before that was designed to assess our health during exercise. My body simply wasn’t young enough to withstand the strains of augmentative cybernetic technology.The voice soberly suggested that I trip in front of a car. I wasn't suicidal, but I really wanted out of the program. As their plan unfolded, I realized they wanted me to get into an ambulance; I could find a surgeon at the hospital. So I sat in front of a car parked conveniently right outside the motel and called for help. Oddly enough, a lady came outside from the front desk and asked if I wanted an ambulance. Since the past few months were an endeavor to find someone who could remove the implant from me, this was a climactic moment.I had to think of things to tell the EMTs - why was I here. I was having disturbing thoughts, voices telling me things, which was true, but not in itself harmful I believed. 20 minutes later and I signed some papers I didn't read well apparently and whoop I'm involuntarily commited to a hospital.—Psych WardFor the first 2 weeks, I believed this was the communist re-education camp. The same voices which persuaded me to fly across the country planned to persuade me to take an ambulance and end up in this place all along. We were let outside for ‘walks’ 4 times a day, in this little essentially prison block with big chain-link gates surrounding it. I had a roommate - several of them actually, at different times, and I believed they were part of criminal cyborg syndicates, designed to "soften me up" and identify me so that they could get me on the outside. They would do things like mention bank accounts which got me thinking of my bank password and since I believed there were likely people upstairs on special computers who could read my thoughts (who were working with my rooommates and other people on the floor - in fact, cyborgs who didn't make it in the mainstream program fell into this cyborg criminal underworld, where they got their hands on lists of initiate cyborgs and communicated from across the country with the goal of getting me in this isolated environment where they could glean information),so I thought they were harvesting my thoughts. On top of this, I had terrifying dreams of zombie cannibalism and a post-apocalyptic cyborg criminal syndicate-plagued world that made me distrustful of everyone there, for a couple days at least.During this time I was getting hardcore drilled on racial reeducation, so that I could be a good person not merely in my words but my thoughts. Any impure thoughts and I had a visualization that ordered me to sit on the floor wherever I was. I did this in the dining room during meals but no one ever commented, lol. (Someone in the staff would inevitably always ask if I was ok, but I knew they were just asking me that because this was part of the shame and team-building exercise and they were all 'communist' cyborgs anyway with perfect manners). Thoughts I had about fat people had to be tamed. It got to the point where it wasn't even just the verbal content of my thoughts, but even just the emotional shade of my thoughts, if it was off, I had to go sit down against a wall. This was where I became hyper aware of people’s reiatsus.I had a doctor named Dr. Rajan - he was a very honorable dude, though he had BS written all over his face at least a couple times (it was a strange feature that facial expression showing BS stood out so prominently). Originally my stay was going to be 2 weeks. Then the doctor decided to make it 5 weeks. I felt he didn’t have any sensitivity to tacking on 3 more weeks, which seemed to just be an addendum by pharmaceutical companies looking to test new drugs. We had a Human Rights Officer, and one seems needed when you believe you’re in an indefinite captivity.From the beginning I had to be on psych meds - the one I agreed to was Risperidone. It was a second generation antipsychotic invented in the 1980s which worked as a dopamine antagonist. I felt an inability to feel settled on it, but this may have been the psychosis. The doctor’s prescriptions were inexact, with him lobbing haphazard suggestions like “take it up to 6 mg,” “let’s try the injection,” and “we could add an antidepressant” to compensate for the Respiradol, reminding me that psychiatry is still in the stone ages. Failure to comply with agreed upon treatment would result in a court order for lifelong commitment to meds and monitoring, yet if I complied during my stay, I would be free. I stopped the meds upon leaving and felt some horsepower return.The doctor and I spoke everyday, and for the first two weeks I alleged that I was only here because I had a chip that told me to trip in front of a car. He was patient and respectful in entertaining my notions. To my surprise, my family wasn’t. In a conference call the doctor was trying explain to them my diagnosis of psychosis; I protested that he was trying to cover up for DARPA’s chip and this whole facility was just an attempt to silence us. My family asked to hear more of the doctor’s advice.The days were spruced up with a cast of patients who rotated through those 5 weeks, from James, Holly, and Jim already mentioned, to an Iranian patient my age who managed to escape over the chain-link fences, only to be returned the next day and have a breakdown from the duress of the prison-like conditions. There was an older electrician who experienced brain damage that made him depressed, a nice homeless lady who slept at train stations, meth recovery patients, and mothers who’d experienced sudden psychosis who wanted to see their kids on the outside. Some patients were voluntary, there to stave off alcohol abuse. I seemed to be the only one who couldn’t spend time coloring at the table like everyone else. I had a textbook to keep me company, but I couldn’t read it very well. I would ask staff, or communist guards, if I could take it into the massage table room - the only place where I could escape the heat of mind-reading and factional cyborg warfare.One day I used the patient phone to call Congress; “call Congress about it” was the voices’ favorite inside joke in response to all complaints, so it was nice to finally do it. Another day I had a phonecall of great fear, worry, and frustration with my mom, upon hanging up the emotions seemed to spread through the dining room and the patients practically had a revolt.With my release uncertain, leaving my mom alone to deal with affairs after her mother’s passing created anxiety, tension and indignance. I decided I wasn’t going to stand for it, meaning I’d have to go to court, where I could risk being committed for 6 months. (What a barbaric system). I had a ditz of an attorney who told me I needed to take control and tell her what I wanted, but also that she didn’t think my case was going to work and that we should just wait it out. Given that I was half-delusional, I relented against this uncertainty, though in retrospect I wish I hadn’t. She called in an independent doctor to help see if I had a case. He somehow found out about my dad’s gun and disposal became a release condition. There were so many conditions that had to be met, I honestly didn't know if I would ever get out sometimes. What if the cops put gun disposal at the bottom of some really long list? What if they couldn’t find it? Every day was an excruciating trial of waiting and hoping someone could meet me at the airport, which the doctor eventually relaxed on.2 weeks into the ward and I had a strange moment. My vision changed back to normal, as my face appeared less flat; my hormonal profile ostensibly changed back. I was “powering down” more permanently. DARPA had given up on me, because I kept eating all the food at meal time, when all the screeching chairs in the dining hall were signals from cyborg associates that I should stop eating so that I could bond with them more fully.It was around this time that I started realizing the improbability of this technology, and the hallucinations and delusions began to dissipate. The ability to think a little more carefully and rationally coincided with my recovery. Initially I had believed that this tech was implanted somewhere in my rectum, where nerve impulses would travel from the larynx (voice box) down the spinal cord to build a lexicon of impulses thru machine learning or some such which were translated into spoken English. It started to occur to me that such technology wasn’t around yet.The next 3 weeks were torturously slow. For the last 5 days I would subsist on 10+ cups of coffee a day and walk up and down the halls for hours.Luckily the stars aligned and I did get out, and I emerged from the psychiatric ward a pretty good person. It's only our habits and locus of attention that makes us one way or another.There were a lot of details that I don’t think I conveyed too well - things about voices which really made the world immersive and connected what surely reads as disparate conclusions. Hopefully I can add them later—