Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Microwaves Damage Blood.
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Sipping on Diet Pepsi #1 at 0354 (Thank you Kootch!). I would like to be sleeping, but the stalker(s) woke me up about 30 minutes ago with some heavy microwave attacks. Sip.
I'm pretty sure I have figured out the recent blood-clotting problems! Too much microwave energy from my neighbors! Right now, for example, I am being zapped at close range by at least one microwave cannon below me and/or to my left, and my lower body, especially the left side, is tingling, stinging, and moving uncontrollably. (I then abandoned the BR and met Kootch in the kitchen; Then I turned on the three TV sets in the LR. Sip. Now I'm back. Sip. Symptoms in the left leg continue...
Did you know that you can actually kill somebody with microwave cannons? (Heavy rad from below... both legs being zapped... gotta go...)
((later) I'm back, and so is the stinging rad to my feet.)
I read an article recently about a nurse who heated up a bag of blood in the microwave oven, then infused it into a patient. The microwaves had damaged the blood so badly that the infused patient died.
https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&source=hp&q=norma+levitt&gbv=2&oq=norma+l&gs_l=heirloom-hp.1.8.0l10.3516.10906.0.17406.7.7.0.0.0.0.234.906.2j4j1.7.0.msedrc...0...1ac.1.34.heirloom-hp..0.7.906.eyT2tIqQbRw
Question: Can microwaves damage blood when it is still inside veins and arteries? Oh, and is The Pope Catholic?
Question: If you kill somebody with your microwave cannon, are you guilty of murder? (I am now coughing due to microwave energy cooking my bronchial tubes just a bit...)
Sipping on Diet Pepsi #1 at 0354 (Thank you Kootch!). I would like to be sleeping, but the stalker(s) woke me up about 30 minutes ago with some heavy microwave attacks. Sip.
I'm pretty sure I have figured out the recent blood-clotting problems! Too much microwave energy from my neighbors! Right now, for example, I am being zapped at close range by at least one microwave cannon below me and/or to my left, and my lower body, especially the left side, is tingling, stinging, and moving uncontrollably. (I then abandoned the BR and met Kootch in the kitchen; Then I turned on the three TV sets in the LR. Sip. Now I'm back. Sip. Symptoms in the left leg continue...
Did you know that you can actually kill somebody with microwave cannons? (Heavy rad from below... both legs being zapped... gotta go...)
((later) I'm back, and so is the stinging rad to my feet.)
I read an article recently about a nurse who heated up a bag of blood in the microwave oven, then infused it into a patient. The microwaves had damaged the blood so badly that the infused patient died.
https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&source=hp&q=norma+levitt&gbv=2&oq=norma+l&gs_l=heirloom-hp.1.8.0l10.3516.10906.0.17406.7.7.0.0.0.0.234.906.2j4j1.7.0.msedrc...0...1ac.1.34.heirloom-hp..0.7.906.eyT2tIqQbRw
Question: Can microwaves damage blood when it is still inside veins and arteries? Oh, and is The Pope Catholic?
Question: If you kill somebody with your microwave cannon, are you guilty of murder? (I am now coughing due to microwave energy cooking my bronchial tubes just a bit...)
Friday, October 24, 2014
Nighty Night!
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Well folks, I have concluded, after a double shot of Canadian Mist and two beers - all on an empty stomach - that 'getting drunk' is not as much fun as it used to be. Why not? Darnit. Sip. I may have to do another double shot after this beer. Sip.
So, lessee... shall I watch the Evening News? Yas! (Standby...)
(later) Nighty-night!
Well folks, I have concluded, after a double shot of Canadian Mist and two beers - all on an empty stomach - that 'getting drunk' is not as much fun as it used to be. Why not? Darnit. Sip. I may have to do another double shot after this beer. Sip.
So, lessee... shall I watch the Evening News? Yas! (Standby...)
(later) Nighty-night!
Advice to Kaiser Permanente.
(1)
Sipping on a double shot of Canadian Mist and Diet Pepsi at 1616. 5 beer backup. My plan was to get some much-needed sleep first, but the stalker above had different ideas, apparently. Soon after I crawled into the sack at about 1545 I felt the unmistakable pain and itch of microwave cannon(s) from the apartment below. I tried moving around on the bed, to no avail. I even tried putting a metal cookie sheet under my back. No joy. Finally, the stalker stomped the floor above at about the position of the BR door, his 'suggestion' that I get out of bed and leave the BR. I finally abandoned the idea of sleep, then went to the Kitchen and mixed up a batch of CM and DP. Sip. I think the stalker wanted me to see stories about the latest 'Columbine type' school shooting in the (Northwest). He probably enjoys speculating that we (him and me) are both thinking (tap) about the same thing at the same time. Must give the bat-shit-looney-son-of-a-bitch a 'rush.' He's totally wrong as usual. I don't enjoy such news events, and I don't fantasize about killing people. (Slight buzz beginning at 1643. Sipping on beer #2 at 1700. Buzzing slightly.)
I'm amazed that I am not buzzing more. Interesting.
I visited Kaiser today, following up on recent issues. They think that my L leg swelling and Genitalia swelling are simply gravitational phenomena. Well, maybe.
I think that I have developed two more DVTs, as evidenced by 'Hard pressure' areas near 'low pressure' areas.' 'Hard pressure areas' are simply areas where blood pressure is high, and 'low pressure areas' are simply areas where blood pressure is normal and which feel normal compared to the rest of the body. A simple 'feel' of a DVT area will reveal these high/low pressure areas, yet no Kaiser Physician has ever done such a simple investigation on me! Huh? Why not?
Kaiser physicians seem to be back in the Dark Ages regarding knowlege of DVT phenomenon. And so are Kaiser patients. Kaiser should develop a DVT Patient Classroom for their patients (and their physicians).
Sipping on a double shot of Canadian Mist and Diet Pepsi at 1616. 5 beer backup. My plan was to get some much-needed sleep first, but the stalker above had different ideas, apparently. Soon after I crawled into the sack at about 1545 I felt the unmistakable pain and itch of microwave cannon(s) from the apartment below. I tried moving around on the bed, to no avail. I even tried putting a metal cookie sheet under my back. No joy. Finally, the stalker stomped the floor above at about the position of the BR door, his 'suggestion' that I get out of bed and leave the BR. I finally abandoned the idea of sleep, then went to the Kitchen and mixed up a batch of CM and DP. Sip. I think the stalker wanted me to see stories about the latest 'Columbine type' school shooting in the (Northwest). He probably enjoys speculating that we (him and me) are both thinking (tap) about the same thing at the same time. Must give the bat-shit-looney-son-of-a-bitch a 'rush.' He's totally wrong as usual. I don't enjoy such news events, and I don't fantasize about killing people. (Slight buzz beginning at 1643. Sipping on beer #2 at 1700. Buzzing slightly.)
I'm amazed that I am not buzzing more. Interesting.
I visited Kaiser today, following up on recent issues. They think that my L leg swelling and Genitalia swelling are simply gravitational phenomena. Well, maybe.
I think that I have developed two more DVTs, as evidenced by 'Hard pressure' areas near 'low pressure' areas.' 'Hard pressure areas' are simply areas where blood pressure is high, and 'low pressure areas' are simply areas where blood pressure is normal and which feel normal compared to the rest of the body. A simple 'feel' of a DVT area will reveal these high/low pressure areas, yet no Kaiser Physician has ever done such a simple investigation on me! Huh? Why not?
Kaiser physicians seem to be back in the Dark Ages regarding knowlege of DVT phenomenon. And so are Kaiser patients. Kaiser should develop a DVT Patient Classroom for their patients (and their physicians).
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Strange Doings.
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Back from the fridge with another CM/DP. Sip.
But I was still a virgin, and 'hope springs eternal.' The Jewish queers followed me to Japan.
I was a member of the 6920th Security Wing, analysing Russian radio traffic back in 1955. Specifically, I was a member of the 6902 Combat Support Group. My job was to analyse intercepted Russian 9th Air Army radio traffic, But my priority was Japanese pussy. Amazingly, several of my high school male members were also assigned there with me. One of them made what seems to have been a 'last gasp attempt' to prove me at least 'Bisexual.'
It didn't work:
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He came up with the idea of free pussy: one of his girl friends wanted to fuck two GIs in one night. Would I like to participate? Yes, of course; but only if I was first. His method of transportation turned out to be a motorcycle. He would drive; I would hold on to him. I held on to him somewhat awkardly. We eventually arrived at the girl's place. I fucked her first. He fucked her next while her cunt was still full of my cum. We had a few drinks, then returned to Shiroi AFB.
That guy and I never had another 'encounter.' He 'disappeared.'
My speculation is that it was a Jewish-queer-engineered 'encounter' designed to discover whether my 'contact' (on the motorcycle) would influence my choice later in the bedroom. (It did not.)
There was one more attempt by Jewish queers to prove me Homo: I was maneuvered into the room of a well-known queer who suddenly kissed me; he then said, 'Oh Ray! You want me as much as I want you!'
He was wrong about that, of course. I walked out and never returned. I think his name was 'Sgt Pruett.'
I did not realize the reason for these strange events until many years later when it finally dawned on me that I was being 'stalked.'
Back from the fridge with another CM/DP. Sip.
But I was still a virgin, and 'hope springs eternal.' The Jewish queers followed me to Japan.
I was a member of the 6920th Security Wing, analysing Russian radio traffic back in 1955. Specifically, I was a member of the 6902 Combat Support Group. My job was to analyse intercepted Russian 9th Air Army radio traffic, But my priority was Japanese pussy. Amazingly, several of my high school male members were also assigned there with me. One of them made what seems to have been a 'last gasp attempt' to prove me at least 'Bisexual.'
It didn't work:
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He came up with the idea of free pussy: one of his girl friends wanted to fuck two GIs in one night. Would I like to participate? Yes, of course; but only if I was first. His method of transportation turned out to be a motorcycle. He would drive; I would hold on to him. I held on to him somewhat awkardly. We eventually arrived at the girl's place. I fucked her first. He fucked her next while her cunt was still full of my cum. We had a few drinks, then returned to Shiroi AFB.
That guy and I never had another 'encounter.' He 'disappeared.'
My speculation is that it was a Jewish-queer-engineered 'encounter' designed to discover whether my 'contact' (on the motorcycle) would influence my choice later in the bedroom. (It did not.)
There was one more attempt by Jewish queers to prove me Homo: I was maneuvered into the room of a well-known queer who suddenly kissed me; he then said, 'Oh Ray! You want me as much as I want you!'
He was wrong about that, of course. I walked out and never returned. I think his name was 'Sgt Pruett.'
I did not realize the reason for these strange events until many years later when it finally dawned on me that I was being 'stalked.'
Statutory Rape.
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This narrative suggests that Jewish queers were closely associated with the Catholic activities in Charleston back in those days. I believe it, and I also believe that Jews were very influencial in 'Catholic Affairs' back in those days. And I also believe that those Jews were very interested in me. Indeed, I was being 'stalked by Jews.'
I was being 'tribe-stalked.' I was also being 'sex-stalked.'
Jews felt 'empowered' in those days after The Holocaust. They felt absolutely no guilt stalking a teenage child who was (a) uncircumcised; (b) Half Irish; (c) twenty five percent German. And don't forget: Jews were God's Chosen People! Sip. And they needed to know whether I was homo, because they had plans for me.
They 'laid in wait.' Eventually they got me in a car with a Jewish queer who had no qualms at all. He 'picked me up' where I had been hitch-hiking to North Charleston. He talked me into letting him suck my dick in a drive-in theater for 5 dollars. There was an atmosphere of menace. I decided to 'take the 5 dollars. I ejaculated into his mouth and he swallowed it, then drove to N. Charlesten and let me out. It was 'statuatory rape.'
For me it was a disgusting experience. I hated it.
Something like it happened two or three more times, and that ended my 'homosexual experiences.'
I was totally and absolutely heterosexual!
But the Jewish queers didn't want to believe it!
This narrative suggests that Jewish queers were closely associated with the Catholic activities in Charleston back in those days. I believe it, and I also believe that Jews were very influencial in 'Catholic Affairs' back in those days. And I also believe that those Jews were very interested in me. Indeed, I was being 'stalked by Jews.'
I was being 'tribe-stalked.' I was also being 'sex-stalked.'
Jews felt 'empowered' in those days after The Holocaust. They felt absolutely no guilt stalking a teenage child who was (a) uncircumcised; (b) Half Irish; (c) twenty five percent German. And don't forget: Jews were God's Chosen People! Sip. And they needed to know whether I was homo, because they had plans for me.
They 'laid in wait.' Eventually they got me in a car with a Jewish queer who had no qualms at all. He 'picked me up' where I had been hitch-hiking to North Charleston. He talked me into letting him suck my dick in a drive-in theater for 5 dollars. There was an atmosphere of menace. I decided to 'take the 5 dollars. I ejaculated into his mouth and he swallowed it, then drove to N. Charlesten and let me out. It was 'statuatory rape.'
For me it was a disgusting experience. I hated it.
Something like it happened two or three more times, and that ended my 'homosexual experiences.'
I was totally and absolutely heterosexual!
But the Jewish queers didn't want to believe it!
The Early Years of being stalked by Jews.
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So let's not 'go there.' Instead, let's investigate my theory. It's the bizarre theory of my life based on my personal history. It's a long story, involving one innocent child and a bunch of bat-shit-looney Jews over many years. Here begins The Theory:
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'The Jews' first noticed me about 1946-47. My parents had split and my 'family' had abandoned David and me to the Catholic orphanage in Charleston SC. The psychological shock was such that we both 'regressed' and began wetting the bed at night. The nuns sent us to the Jewish doctor who had examined us at our admission to the orphanage. Raymond and David. The Jew doctor decided on an experiment: Circumcise David; leave Raymond intact; note enuresis results. (Circumcision was thought to fix most anything back in those days.) It worked! David stopped wetting the bed; Raymond continued to do so. Indeed, David and I were placed in different dormatories, whereas all other brothers shared beds next to each other in the same dormatory. Our 'estrangement' continued for the rest of our lives.
I got the best part of the deal, of course, as I masturbated at least once every night after peeing in my underwear. Every night! Hundreds of orgasms every year! I was the unrecognized Orgasm King of Charleston South Carolina!
Jewish queers became aware of 'the study.'
'Is he homo or is he hetero?' They all wanted to know. (And if he was homo they wanted in on the action!)
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I was totally hetero. Indeed, I was masturbating regularly even before being sentenced to the orphanage, and I used Sears and Roebuck catalog images for visual arousal. The queers didn't know that, of course. They wondered. And wondered. And wondered.
I remember when I became 'sexually imprinted' on wet underwear: I usually slept through the 'first pee,' waking up wet, and having to pee again. I would 'warm things up' and masturbate. One night I woke up 'prematurely,' having to pee. I was still dry! I could have gone to the bathroom and slept in a dry bed for the rest of the night! (Now working on Canadian Mist and Diet Pepsi. Sip) But I peed and then masturbated instead. I was officially 'imprinted.'
So let's not 'go there.' Instead, let's investigate my theory. It's the bizarre theory of my life based on my personal history. It's a long story, involving one innocent child and a bunch of bat-shit-looney Jews over many years. Here begins The Theory:
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'The Jews' first noticed me about 1946-47. My parents had split and my 'family' had abandoned David and me to the Catholic orphanage in Charleston SC. The psychological shock was such that we both 'regressed' and began wetting the bed at night. The nuns sent us to the Jewish doctor who had examined us at our admission to the orphanage. Raymond and David. The Jew doctor decided on an experiment: Circumcise David; leave Raymond intact; note enuresis results. (Circumcision was thought to fix most anything back in those days.) It worked! David stopped wetting the bed; Raymond continued to do so. Indeed, David and I were placed in different dormatories, whereas all other brothers shared beds next to each other in the same dormatory. Our 'estrangement' continued for the rest of our lives.
I got the best part of the deal, of course, as I masturbated at least once every night after peeing in my underwear. Every night! Hundreds of orgasms every year! I was the unrecognized Orgasm King of Charleston South Carolina!
Jewish queers became aware of 'the study.'
'Is he homo or is he hetero?' They all wanted to know. (And if he was homo they wanted in on the action!)
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I was totally hetero. Indeed, I was masturbating regularly even before being sentenced to the orphanage, and I used Sears and Roebuck catalog images for visual arousal. The queers didn't know that, of course. They wondered. And wondered. And wondered.
I remember when I became 'sexually imprinted' on wet underwear: I usually slept through the 'first pee,' waking up wet, and having to pee again. I would 'warm things up' and masturbate. One night I woke up 'prematurely,' having to pee. I was still dry! I could have gone to the bathroom and slept in a dry bed for the rest of the night! (Now working on Canadian Mist and Diet Pepsi. Sip) But I peed and then masturbated instead. I was officially 'imprinted.'
Many of Them. One of me.
(1)
Sipping on beer #2 at 1515. Sip. No buzz yet. Sip. My health has become somewhat of a disaster recently, so I'll blog about it a bit: DVT has followed DVT after DVT! It is as if I have totally stopped Warfarin and started eating tons of green veggies containing vitamin K. Really. My left leg has been completely DVT-free until recently, when over about one month it blossomed up as large as my right leg (the original DVT leg.) Worse yet, another DVT seems to have appeared in my lower abdomen, causing my genitalia to fill with fluid. Kaiser has yet to notice this 'officially.' But 'unoffically' it knows exactly what is going on, having had a nurse (tap) try to 'catheritize' me for no reason, and failing due to 'an enlarged prostate.' The swollen genitalia was embarassingly obvious, but absolutely no mention was made of it then or since. No doctor has investigated the problem and I have not mentioned it to them yet. Indeed, I only figured out today that the problem is probably a DVT in the lower abdomen. Sheesh. So there's plenty of blame to go around.
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Meanwhile, I take my Warfarin. My normal dose is one 5 mg tab per day, which is a bit too much (historically). In the current situation, however, 5 mg appears to be waaaaay to little. Wassup?! Sip. I can pretty much tell when my INR gets too high because my 'nose-blows' start to become slightly bloody, but nowadays there's never any blood. But the INR folks keep insisting that my INR is pretty much within range!
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Sipping on beer #2 at 1515. Sip. No buzz yet. Sip. My health has become somewhat of a disaster recently, so I'll blog about it a bit: DVT has followed DVT after DVT! It is as if I have totally stopped Warfarin and started eating tons of green veggies containing vitamin K. Really. My left leg has been completely DVT-free until recently, when over about one month it blossomed up as large as my right leg (the original DVT leg.) Worse yet, another DVT seems to have appeared in my lower abdomen, causing my genitalia to fill with fluid. Kaiser has yet to notice this 'officially.' But 'unoffically' it knows exactly what is going on, having had a nurse (tap) try to 'catheritize' me for no reason, and failing due to 'an enlarged prostate.' The swollen genitalia was embarassingly obvious, but absolutely no mention was made of it then or since. No doctor has investigated the problem and I have not mentioned it to them yet. Indeed, I only figured out today that the problem is probably a DVT in the lower abdomen. Sheesh. So there's plenty of blame to go around.
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Meanwhile, I take my Warfarin. My normal dose is one 5 mg tab per day, which is a bit too much (historically). In the current situation, however, 5 mg appears to be waaaaay to little. Wassup?! Sip. I can pretty much tell when my INR gets too high because my 'nose-blows' start to become slightly bloody, but nowadays there's never any blood. But the INR folks keep insisting that my INR is pretty much within range!
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Friday, October 17, 2014
Nighty night.
(3)
My guess is that they like the 'feedback' (My blog). Whatever. But my concern is that their microwave radiation is somehow causing blood clotting under conditions which would not ordinarily produce such blood clotting.
Now therefore:
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I will no longer refer to anything I think the stalkers might be interested in.
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Nighty-night!
My guess is that they like the 'feedback' (My blog). Whatever. But my concern is that their microwave radiation is somehow causing blood clotting under conditions which would not ordinarily produce such blood clotting.
Now therefore:
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I will no longer refer to anything I think the stalkers might be interested in.
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Nighty-night!
Getting Technical.
(2)
Stalkers are 'on the line' with me, changing text size. Why do they want you to know that? Sipping on beer #4 feeling totally uninspired. Sip. Hmm. Hows 'bout some neuro-science... Sound good?
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Neural networks are complex structures which use chemical and electrical means to transfer information. Usually they work well. But we all know of many common situations where 'drugs' undermine the smooth operation of neural networks. Sip. Here's the basics of it:
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(At this point you should look up a visual representation of a neuron (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuron)
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As we all know, it's very clear that booze ETOH (for example) gets us drunk. Other chemicals do other things to us: Pot. LSD. MDMA. And I could go on and on, cause many interesting changes. Some we like. Some we don't. We are very familiar with naughty chemical influences regarding the CNS.
But we are mostly ignorant concerning naughty electromagnetic influences in that regard. I am becoming very familiar with the effects of electromagnetic invasions of neural networks. Unfortunately, I am not at all interested in the subject: I much prefer the chemical side. But I don't have a choice. (tap)
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Let me give you an example: The stalkers occupy the apartments above and below. They regularly zap me with 'microwave cannons' which interfere with my sleep. A favorite is 'Pulsed Microwave.' Pulsed Microwave penetrates to the muscles (at least the surface muscles) causing a small percentage of those muscles to contract slightly. The 'pulse' of microwave energy seems to affect the axon/dendrite part of the nerve, and not the 'synaptic' part. The result is that I wake up 'vibrating' at the rate of ten pulses per second. Why do they do this?
Why bother?!
Huh?
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Your guess is as good as mine.
Stalkers are 'on the line' with me, changing text size. Why do they want you to know that? Sipping on beer #4 feeling totally uninspired. Sip. Hmm. Hows 'bout some neuro-science... Sound good?
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Neural networks are complex structures which use chemical and electrical means to transfer information. Usually they work well. But we all know of many common situations where 'drugs' undermine the smooth operation of neural networks. Sip. Here's the basics of it:
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(At this point you should look up a visual representation of a neuron (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuron)
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As we all know, it's very clear that booze ETOH (for example) gets us drunk. Other chemicals do other things to us: Pot. LSD. MDMA. And I could go on and on, cause many interesting changes. Some we like. Some we don't. We are very familiar with naughty chemical influences regarding the CNS.
But we are mostly ignorant concerning naughty electromagnetic influences in that regard. I am becoming very familiar with the effects of electromagnetic invasions of neural networks. Unfortunately, I am not at all interested in the subject: I much prefer the chemical side. But I don't have a choice. (tap)
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Let me give you an example: The stalkers occupy the apartments above and below. They regularly zap me with 'microwave cannons' which interfere with my sleep. A favorite is 'Pulsed Microwave.' Pulsed Microwave penetrates to the muscles (at least the surface muscles) causing a small percentage of those muscles to contract slightly. The 'pulse' of microwave energy seems to affect the axon/dendrite part of the nerve, and not the 'synaptic' part. The result is that I wake up 'vibrating' at the rate of ten pulses per second. Why do they do this?
Why bother?!
Huh?
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Your guess is as good as mine.
A shaky Start.
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Sipping on beer #3 of 7 at 1908. Sip. Been an unusually busy day for me. Sip. I'm somewhat sleep-deprived, as usual, but decided to blog anyway. Canadian Mist backup. Sip. Time to reread recent posts... Ah yes, that red text. How to interpret the attack? Sip. My first impression was that the stalker(s) decided to 'despoil' the idea of blogtweeting for some reason. And I admit it's a wierd idea... Sip. I'll keep it on 'hold.' I still like the idea of frequent posting while boozing. We'll see...
One thing is certain: 3.2 beer isn't working well yet, so I'll do a double shot next. Sip. Back from the fridge with a double shot of CM, ice, and Diet Pepsi. Both legs now feeling stinging rad. Sip. (You know you're getting old when you need a pipe wrench to open a new bottle of CM. Sip.)
Rad seems to have stopped. Sip. Stinging rad has returned to the left leg. Sip.
Last sip of CM at 1949. Sip. The rest of tonight's blogging will be done on what's left of the 3.2 beer...
Sipping on beer #3 of 7 at 1908. Sip. Been an unusually busy day for me. Sip. I'm somewhat sleep-deprived, as usual, but decided to blog anyway. Canadian Mist backup. Sip. Time to reread recent posts... Ah yes, that red text. How to interpret the attack? Sip. My first impression was that the stalker(s) decided to 'despoil' the idea of blogtweeting for some reason. And I admit it's a wierd idea... Sip. I'll keep it on 'hold.' I still like the idea of frequent posting while boozing. We'll see...
One thing is certain: 3.2 beer isn't working well yet, so I'll do a double shot next. Sip. Back from the fridge with a double shot of CM, ice, and Diet Pepsi. Both legs now feeling stinging rad. Sip. (You know you're getting old when you need a pipe wrench to open a new bottle of CM. Sip.)
Rad seems to have stopped. Sip. Stinging rad has returned to the left leg. Sip.
Last sip of CM at 1949. Sip. The rest of tonight's blogging will be done on what's left of the 3.2 beer...
Thursday, October 16, 2014
First Blog-tweet.
(Blog-tweet/0520)
Woke up at 0330 after enduring one hour of very heavy MRAD. Took shower. Watching CNN.
Extreme blast of MRAD totally overwhelmed my upper respiratory system forcing me out of the bedroom, coughing, sneezing, and throat-clearing. The actual attack lasted 2-3 seconds. Worst ever.
The attack probably came from above. Recovery took about 1-2 minutes. This is a very dangerous situation!
Woke up at 0330 after enduring one hour of very heavy MRAD. Took shower. Watching CNN.
Extreme blast of MRAD totally overwhelmed my upper respiratory system forcing me out of the bedroom, coughing, sneezing, and throat-clearing. The actual attack lasted 2-3 seconds. Worst ever.
The attack probably came from above. Recovery took about 1-2 minutes. This is a very dangerous situation!
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
New DVT Theory?
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Back with beer #4 after helping Kootch in the kitchen. But now I forgot what was supposed to be next... sip... MRAD seems to have subsided now at 1318. Sip.
I have a new theory: MRAD, in addition to causing me intense discomfort, is also causing my blood to clot. (Kootch is going to eat... I will join her...)
Back with beer #6 at 1356. Sip. (MRAD = Microwave RADiation.) If correct, this theory would explain why I am developing new DVTs in spite of High INRs. As to the 'mechanics' of the theory, I will leave that to those who know blood theory. Sip. I don't have a clue. Sip.
Back with beer #4 after helping Kootch in the kitchen. But now I forgot what was supposed to be next... sip... MRAD seems to have subsided now at 1318. Sip.
I have a new theory: MRAD, in addition to causing me intense discomfort, is also causing my blood to clot. (Kootch is going to eat... I will join her...)
Back with beer #6 at 1356. Sip. (MRAD = Microwave RADiation.) If correct, this theory would explain why I am developing new DVTs in spite of High INRs. As to the 'mechanics' of the theory, I will leave that to those who know blood theory. Sip. I don't have a clue. Sip.
I'm shocked. Shocked!
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Sipping on beer #2 at 1159. Sip. Unusual for me to drink in the morning, but microwave radiation has been really heavy for quite some time now, and I got a fair amount of sleep last night, and I don't like to blog when I'm sleep
deprived. Twelve beers available plus a new bottle of Canadian Mist. Sip.
I've been thinking of 'blogtweeting.' Would that work? Be interesting to try it. Sip. I could go onto Twitter, of course, but would I use it much? I think I'll try a 'blogtweet' test on Blogger first. Sip. I also like the idea of doing a 'nightly beer blog.' Just a paragraph or two.
Pope Francis has shocked the world again! I like this guy! Seems he has at last sort of desiniated (is that a word?) homosexuality. This is excellent news for homosexual priests and bad news for possible 'blackmailers.' One of my little 'theories' is that after WWII, certain Jews used the threat of blackmail to influence church policy away from condemning routine infant circumcision, a prime Jewish policy for America. The result was a very slack response from The Church, and millions of new 'converts' to 'below-the-belt-Judaism.' Sip.
(Whoa! What had been an MRAD-free environment has suddenly begun to make itself felt in my right foot as intense itching on the front top skin.)
Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 1240. Sip.
Sipping on beer #2 at 1159. Sip. Unusual for me to drink in the morning, but microwave radiation has been really heavy for quite some time now, and I got a fair amount of sleep last night, and I don't like to blog when I'm sleep
deprived. Twelve beers available plus a new bottle of Canadian Mist. Sip.
I've been thinking of 'blogtweeting.' Would that work? Be interesting to try it. Sip. I could go onto Twitter, of course, but would I use it much? I think I'll try a 'blogtweet' test on Blogger first. Sip. I also like the idea of doing a 'nightly beer blog.' Just a paragraph or two.
Pope Francis has shocked the world again! I like this guy! Seems he has at last sort of desiniated (is that a word?) homosexuality. This is excellent news for homosexual priests and bad news for possible 'blackmailers.' One of my little 'theories' is that after WWII, certain Jews used the threat of blackmail to influence church policy away from condemning routine infant circumcision, a prime Jewish policy for America. The result was a very slack response from The Church, and millions of new 'converts' to 'below-the-belt-Judaism.' Sip.
(Whoa! What had been an MRAD-free environment has suddenly begun to make itself felt in my right foot as intense itching on the front top skin.)
Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 1240. Sip.
Wednesday, October 08, 2014
From Something to Nothing. Nothing!
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Oh juicy! Besides Caplan there is a 'Reverend' in the discussion who seems to be concerned that her death might be violent. (Yum! I just finished a doubleshot of Canadian Mist. But my buzz remains stable. Time for another beer...) Back with beer #? Buzzing brilliantly. Sip. I think about Death often (at my age). My plan is to die suddenly, such that there are no 'stages.' My plan, furthermore, is to die in mid-sentence on a warm summer morning. One millisecond I am alive; next millisecond I am no more. It will be an instant transition. It will be quite peaceful.
However, from 'the outside' it will seem to be a bloody and violent event lasting several seconds. (I just invented a new name for Kootch: 'Squaze no leem ee us.' She smiled as I told her. I've invented many names for her: Kootch, Kotatsu matsu, Squindigerlee, Skootsu oh foodinia, Skaznoid, and I could go on and on... There must be at least twenty. She laughs.) Yes, you guessed it: I plan to destroy my CNS with a single shot from my .357 magnum. Here is the anticipated sequence of events:
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I pull the trigger on my .357.
Nothing ever happens again. Absolutely nothing. End of story.
Observers,on the other hand, would see a violent explosion of my cranium as blood and brain matter splattered under pressure. They would clean up the mess and dispose of the body. They would remember the event forever as 'bloody and violent.' But they would be wrong. To me it would have been a beautiful, peaceful event.
I would have been listening to Beethoven and thinking, perhaps, about doing some Acid. The bullet would have penetrated my skull instantly, destroying (by shock wave) all neural connectivity.
The next tic of time would remove 'me' from The Universe 'forever,' whatever that means.
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Oh juicy! Besides Caplan there is a 'Reverend' in the discussion who seems to be concerned that her death might be violent. (Yum! I just finished a doubleshot of Canadian Mist. But my buzz remains stable. Time for another beer...) Back with beer #? Buzzing brilliantly. Sip. I think about Death often (at my age). My plan is to die suddenly, such that there are no 'stages.' My plan, furthermore, is to die in mid-sentence on a warm summer morning. One millisecond I am alive; next millisecond I am no more. It will be an instant transition. It will be quite peaceful.
However, from 'the outside' it will seem to be a bloody and violent event lasting several seconds. (I just invented a new name for Kootch: 'Squaze no leem ee us.' She smiled as I told her. I've invented many names for her: Kootch, Kotatsu matsu, Squindigerlee, Skootsu oh foodinia, Skaznoid, and I could go on and on... There must be at least twenty. She laughs.) Yes, you guessed it: I plan to destroy my CNS with a single shot from my .357 magnum. Here is the anticipated sequence of events:
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I pull the trigger on my .357.
Nothing ever happens again. Absolutely nothing. End of story.
Observers,on the other hand, would see a violent explosion of my cranium as blood and brain matter splattered under pressure. They would clean up the mess and dispose of the body. They would remember the event forever as 'bloody and violent.' But they would be wrong. To me it would have been a beautiful, peaceful event.
I would have been listening to Beethoven and thinking, perhaps, about doing some Acid. The bullet would have penetrated my skull instantly, destroying (by shock wave) all neural connectivity.
The next tic of time would remove 'me' from The Universe 'forever,' whatever that means.
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Ethicist?! Huh? Whaa?
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Sipping on beer #2 at 1317. Sip. Buzzing nicely! Sip. Time to reread last posts... Ah yes. And by the way: In the unlikely event that the intrepid ACSD actually 'surprises' the stalkers above and below, Those below will be caught 'red-handed' because there is no way to get rid of the microwave cannon(s). However, those above (304) probably have a 'hidden doorway' to 303, and would be able to escape from 304 to 303. (This is only conjecture, of course, and so is what follows.) I further conjecture that there is a hidden doorway to 302, plus a trapdoor to 203. And there could be further secret passageways and trapdoors leading to one or more of the apartments on the first floor facing West. Thus could Gerash escape an ACSD surprise warrant! (Zapped with sudden heavy blast of Lung Radiation as I finished that last sentence. About 6 coughs as I headed to the kitchen for beer #3. Sip.
Interestingly, CNN has the medical ethicist Art Caplan on discussing the decision of a young woman with terminal brain cancer to end her own life. I'm recording it. I looked briefly for Caplan's 'ethicist opinion' regarding America's predelection for routinely chopping up infant penises for 'health reasons' but could find nothing on it. Caplan apparently finds no ethical reason for allowing infants to keep all body parts until 'legal age.' Could eyelids be next?
Sipping on beer #2 at 1317. Sip. Buzzing nicely! Sip. Time to reread last posts... Ah yes. And by the way: In the unlikely event that the intrepid ACSD actually 'surprises' the stalkers above and below, Those below will be caught 'red-handed' because there is no way to get rid of the microwave cannon(s). However, those above (304) probably have a 'hidden doorway' to 303, and would be able to escape from 304 to 303. (This is only conjecture, of course, and so is what follows.) I further conjecture that there is a hidden doorway to 302, plus a trapdoor to 203. And there could be further secret passageways and trapdoors leading to one or more of the apartments on the first floor facing West. Thus could Gerash escape an ACSD surprise warrant! (Zapped with sudden heavy blast of Lung Radiation as I finished that last sentence. About 6 coughs as I headed to the kitchen for beer #3. Sip.
Interestingly, CNN has the medical ethicist Art Caplan on discussing the decision of a young woman with terminal brain cancer to end her own life. I'm recording it. I looked briefly for Caplan's 'ethicist opinion' regarding America's predelection for routinely chopping up infant penises for 'health reasons' but could find nothing on it. Caplan apparently finds no ethical reason for allowing infants to keep all body parts until 'legal age.' Could eyelids be next?
Monday, October 06, 2014
Evolving Stalking Situation.
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Things have changed considerably since then. Nowadays there is no stomping (thanks to the hardwood floor!). Stomping has been replaced with Microwaves. Modernity! In fact, the reason I have not been blogging recently is that I am being zapped by microwaves so often that I am suffering from sleep deprivation. Chronic sleep deprivation is very unhealthy. That is to say, I am being assaulted with microwave radiation so intense that I can't get enough sleep, and it is affecting my 79 year old health.
What does one do about that sort of thing? Call the cops? Huh? Are you kidding? Try to imagine a diagnosed delusional convincing the ACSD that the neighbors are zapping him with microwaves. Eheh. Then try to imagine a judge issuing search warrants to the occupants of 104 and 304. Try hard!
In reality, the microwaves have increased... nose is signaling a possible sneezing scenerio... standby... sip... Nope. Looks like they aborted the attack after reading my blog. No sneezes. L nasal passage slightly swollen, that's all. Were they trying to tell me that I 'forgot' about 303? Maybe. Swelling gone now at 2101. Sip.
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Recent symptoms: Mostly skin-related. Itching over the entire body, occasional stinging on the feet and legs. Today I noticed that when I was working in the kitchen the itching on the upper body disappeared but the itching on the legs continued. Constant whole-body itching is irritating but tolerable. Stinging is the worst. Hot showers fix whole-body itching and even produce bonus pleasures in the form of 'skin orgasms' which are almost as good as the genital versions. What seems to happen is that the hot water causes pain which combines with itching to produce orgasmic feelings.
This is so boring... Nighty-night!
(Later) I'm getting indications that Gerash was unaware that I had these records. Hmmm!
Things have changed considerably since then. Nowadays there is no stomping (thanks to the hardwood floor!). Stomping has been replaced with Microwaves. Modernity! In fact, the reason I have not been blogging recently is that I am being zapped by microwaves so often that I am suffering from sleep deprivation. Chronic sleep deprivation is very unhealthy. That is to say, I am being assaulted with microwave radiation so intense that I can't get enough sleep, and it is affecting my 79 year old health.
What does one do about that sort of thing? Call the cops? Huh? Are you kidding? Try to imagine a diagnosed delusional convincing the ACSD that the neighbors are zapping him with microwaves. Eheh. Then try to imagine a judge issuing search warrants to the occupants of 104 and 304. Try hard!
In reality, the microwaves have increased... nose is signaling a possible sneezing scenerio... standby... sip... Nope. Looks like they aborted the attack after reading my blog. No sneezes. L nasal passage slightly swollen, that's all. Were they trying to tell me that I 'forgot' about 303? Maybe. Swelling gone now at 2101. Sip.
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Recent symptoms: Mostly skin-related. Itching over the entire body, occasional stinging on the feet and legs. Today I noticed that when I was working in the kitchen the itching on the upper body disappeared but the itching on the legs continued. Constant whole-body itching is irritating but tolerable. Stinging is the worst. Hot showers fix whole-body itching and even produce bonus pleasures in the form of 'skin orgasms' which are almost as good as the genital versions. What seems to happen is that the hot water causes pain which combines with itching to produce orgasmic feelings.
This is so boring... Nighty-night!
(Later) I'm getting indications that Gerash was unaware that I had these records. Hmmm!
A Carefully Calculated Diagnosis.
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Working on beer #2 after watching the evening news. Sip. Would you like to know exactly how I came to be labeled with the Eternal Diagnosis? Of course you would.
It began with stomping on our ceiling. The upstairs neighbor was apparently stomping on his floor (our ceiling) in order to harrass me. The stomping eventually worked. I got very pissed off. Almost all previous neighbors had harrassed me is similar ways, and I knew it was being done 'on purpose.' After thinking about it for a few days I conjectured that Gerash was trying to harrass me into shooting my .38 into the ceiling, a very serious offense. I was not about to do that. The .38 was only for self defense in the event of home invasion or burglary - or - for suicide in the event of painful terminal illness. I'd had enough experience with the law to know not to shoot into the ceiling no matter how pissed off I became.
I decided to inform the offending neighbor that he was playing a dangerous game with somebody who had a gun. (Maybe that would stop his stomping.) I knocked on his door and complained about the stomping. Intending to inform him of the possible danger, I told him he was '38 bait.' Before I could explain further, he slammed the door and called the cops.
I tried to explain to the cops that Gerash, the stalker who employed him, was 'setting him up,' and that I was only warning him.
The cops arrested me.
The guy moved out soon after.
The cops turned me over to Kaiser where I was put on a 3 day Mental Health Hold, during which time I acquired the Eternal Diagnosis. I declined 'a trial of medications' and was released after 3 boring days.
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Gerash was apparently quite pleased with the diagnosis; however there was one troublesome detail: The situation apparently required the diagnosing authority to formally warn Gerash that he might be in danger (from me). So the order (duty to warn) was cancelled by the diagnosing physician. Problem solved: Gerash was officially totally unaware that I thought he was stalking me. The only question is: How much money did Gerash have to pay for this carefully calculated diagnosis?
Oh, and by the way, when Gerash finally moved in upstairs some years ago, he had all the flooring replaced with hardwood. Since then he has lived above me, safe and secure, serving on the night shift. Only problem, my .38 Special has since become a .357 Magnum. Sip.
Oh, and one more thing: after that incident I adopted the policy of never trying to explain anything to the police, but to instead 'take the 5th.' It worked! Oh, and one more thing: I never again signed a 'plea bargain' with the D.A. I insisted on a 'trial by jury' instead. That worked too!
Working on beer #2 after watching the evening news. Sip. Would you like to know exactly how I came to be labeled with the Eternal Diagnosis? Of course you would.
It began with stomping on our ceiling. The upstairs neighbor was apparently stomping on his floor (our ceiling) in order to harrass me. The stomping eventually worked. I got very pissed off. Almost all previous neighbors had harrassed me is similar ways, and I knew it was being done 'on purpose.' After thinking about it for a few days I conjectured that Gerash was trying to harrass me into shooting my .38 into the ceiling, a very serious offense. I was not about to do that. The .38 was only for self defense in the event of home invasion or burglary - or - for suicide in the event of painful terminal illness. I'd had enough experience with the law to know not to shoot into the ceiling no matter how pissed off I became.
I decided to inform the offending neighbor that he was playing a dangerous game with somebody who had a gun. (Maybe that would stop his stomping.) I knocked on his door and complained about the stomping. Intending to inform him of the possible danger, I told him he was '38 bait.' Before I could explain further, he slammed the door and called the cops.
I tried to explain to the cops that Gerash, the stalker who employed him, was 'setting him up,' and that I was only warning him.
The cops arrested me.
The guy moved out soon after.
The cops turned me over to Kaiser where I was put on a 3 day Mental Health Hold, during which time I acquired the Eternal Diagnosis. I declined 'a trial of medications' and was released after 3 boring days.
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Gerash was apparently quite pleased with the diagnosis; however there was one troublesome detail: The situation apparently required the diagnosing authority to formally warn Gerash that he might be in danger (from me). So the order (duty to warn) was cancelled by the diagnosing physician. Problem solved: Gerash was officially totally unaware that I thought he was stalking me. The only question is: How much money did Gerash have to pay for this carefully calculated diagnosis?
Oh, and by the way, when Gerash finally moved in upstairs some years ago, he had all the flooring replaced with hardwood. Since then he has lived above me, safe and secure, serving on the night shift. Only problem, my .38 Special has since become a .357 Magnum. Sip.
Oh, and one more thing: after that incident I adopted the policy of never trying to explain anything to the police, but to instead 'take the 5th.' It worked! Oh, and one more thing: I never again signed a 'plea bargain' with the D.A. I insisted on a 'trial by jury' instead. That worked too!
