This will seem like a repeat post, because I’ve been mulling this over in my head especially since what happened last spring: iykyk.
I can’t prove that I am a victim of any government program, to include MK-ULTRA; I think it could indicate adult onset schizophrenia or some other related mental disorder. I wish I could say. I think these kinds of programs get a lot of dramatic attention from Hollywood, but not a lot of substance is presented beyond the standard narrative. We are led to believe there were “few victims”, but as with most clandestine bullshit there’s no way to prove or disprove this. We are also told the program is over, but nothing is really over is it?
CIA conducted MK-ULTRA experiments at the University of Washington. My mom was a student at the UW during this time period.
My mom befriended someone (or she was befriended by someone) who would later marry (or was married to at the time) an old school FIRST GENERATION CIA agent. I met him once, it was weird. You ever head of the 1,000 yard stare? – his stare seemed to go 10,000 yards … as he held his whiskey, and we talked banal subjects of little import. I can still see him, in his leather chair, it was 1996. BTW: Old School CIA married Old School CIA.
Same woman (CIA widow at this time) came up to me at my mom’s funeral in 2010 and claimed she had some “folder” full of materials related to my dad’s service during WW2. She implied that he was an unwitting participant during operation CROSSROADS, 1946, just before my dad left the service.
As a kid, unknowingly, I was befriended by (at the time I didn’t know) a CIA contract agent. He was also an “eye doctor”. I recall him having the affect of the dentist from “Marathon Man”. At one point in this weird relationship, could have been 1981 or 1982, I had lunch with the “doctor” and what I presume, in retrospect, was a retired MOSSAD agent living on Whidbey Island. I don’t remember anything about the lunch once we started eating. I don’t remember leaving or the ride home. I just remember being dropped off at my home later that day. I think it was a Saturday.
I had two childhood traumatic experiences I can recall that were WAY OVER THE TOP, and it could have been an adverse response to a “scary movie” as I remembered it initially. But in retrospect: not being able to sleep for two or three nights seems like a big response to a horror film. The movies were “The Omen” (1976) and John Carpenter’s first “Halloween” film. I watched these on the doctor’s VCR at his home. The cover for all of this was a “friendship” with his son that evaporated as mysteriously as it began.
If I were targeted, it is more likely than not that other members of my family were targeted as well.
There are other details, not as concrete or clear.
What I have are fragments of a picture that never made any sense.
I don’t claim to be “special”, but I would contend that MK-ULTRA never really ended – it simply did what other CIA ops did in the 1970’s and 1980’s, it went underground, became a financially backed NGO with no direct ties to the US budget. It never stopped. It “improved”.
Finally – whatever the truth is, I will never know. There is no condition under which I will know. When the SYSTEM collapses, we will ALL BE TOO BUSY just trying to survive.
There is among the grass and woods barren look brown and yellow never mellow a Chinese murder hornet awaits so there is
There might be wandering the streets and village the lands a bear addicted to cigarettes a BEAR addicted to COCAINE TERRIBLY SICK and INSANE moving FAST LIKE A JET you can BET every hobo in their NOBO is packing HEAT it's NEAT how this BEAR shaping his LAIR as he cares nothing and moves with ease the LOBO bows the snakes hide the hookers run it's not fun when a bear is addicted to cigarettes such strange things and mysteries of SCIENCE might, could, possibly, exist do you DARE do you CARE about this BEAR addicted to cigs ...
I was walking home all alone on my phone talking to my gnome girlfriend and OUT OF THE BLUE a saucer, a beam, a scheme a JARRING NOISE OH BOYS we going to HELL ring that BELL creatures from MARS driving space cars drinking like LARS your friend from Denmark they parked the freak wagon on the lawn you ARE the pawn that's what I think I saw on the walk near the sea could it be?
I went hiking biking tripping and SKIPPING along the trails covered in grass and snails and there was this MUTTERING SPUTTERING SPITTING and grey no goof I'm no spoof I don't play golf so I'd say: "that's a fucking wolf" and your SHOUT does nothing go home you broken man kick your can to retirement it's a wolf with powder not chowder on his NOSE snorting and sniffing the dental cure not demure not gentle just ugly and addicted and hungry the COCAINE WOLF has ARRIVED you are finished take your bucket get in your JEEP the road home is steep and you are done no alarm but you are going going going to the "farm" all while hiking AMIRITE?
We went to the MOON we were brave no slaves allowed so proud of our rocket glory gory swamp pain SOUTHEAST ASIA gone insane poor in the streets cleats to the neck oh HECK we're no BUFFOONS our MISSILE ENGINES sweet and RED glowing and growing and going to SPACE amending the TRUTH standing in the BOOTH on that lunacy SAND you can't just STAND you have to JUMP for JOY! DAMMIT SON! It was fun ... (when we went to the moon)
My GRANDMA she says got some VIRUS from CYRUS the day laborer her eyes red face sallow grace disappeared a lace napkin covered in blood and cud and vomit She was ONLY 89 years old? TRAGEDY of YOUTH! ROCK THE GATES! CLOSE THE SCHOOLS! ALLOW THE GHOULS to abuse your kids out of fear freedom disappears for a "VIRUS" for a FEAR always NEAR one TEST away so you can say "My grandma was killed by the Covid." and rid disperse remove any doubt that the redoubt of your reason is not in season logic frayed mind slayed by PSYOP waves and fake ass graves and stories of death my grandma died of monkey herpes they wouldn't lie they wouldn't fib they're not glib or sly grandma died grandma died grandma died so keep your kids locked down keep the coffee filter on your face continue as a disgrace to the human pile no smile our collective trial ...
"grandma is dead, long live grandma"
"grandma is dead, long live grandma"
"grandma is dead, long live grandma"
that's what it is that's the story it's what I heard from some random nerd
“History rhymes until there is a new beat: punctuated equilibrium.” – Dr. Freckles
HISTORICISM is the application of a pseudo-scientific model to history. I say “pseudo” because there is NO earthly way to apply a materialistic model to all of human history. But even IF we believe Marx or the “generations guys” or the “4th turning” were explanatory, it NO LONGER FUCKING MATTERS; we are NOT in THAT world any longer. That equilibrium, beginning roughly 10,000 to 15,000 ya, is in our rear view mirror. What is coming does not fit this period of equilibrium, and the models need not apply for the job.