The Asperger's Super Bowl Setup, interlude . . .

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The Asperger's Super Bowl Setup, interlude . . .

So, when I was first locked up in St. John's Jail, which is 34 miles from Springerville, where I had been arrested, I was put in one of the middle holding cells. No toilet or washbasin, just an open drain on the floor, disgusting sewer water about 3 inches below the metal bars across it, and a plastic pallet on the floor right next to it. Cell was about 10ft by 4ft, cinder block walls, and a 1ft by 1ft grating in the lower rear corner. No window. Small one in metal door. No bedding.

After about 1/2 an hour, someone from the next cell started talking to me, through the grating. He asked me who I was, with a Latino lilt, and what I was in for etc. I told him my name and replied with righteous indignation still fueling my outrage, said I had been falsely arrested on false allegations and someone was gonna pay, and so on.

He stopped talking for about 15 minutes, and then started again, which was when things got REALLY WEIRD! He flat out asked me if I had really taken LSD 500 times!!! This is a detail only accessible from my blog, or by one of my Facebook friends where/with whom I've delineated my 12 years with MKUltra, in the '60s & '70s, having been a 'Tester' (read: Guinea Pig) for the CIA, in Bay Area CA. Certainly no random inmate in St John's Jail was gonna know this. My '60s 'hippie spidey sense' (was always a 'counter-intel' double agent for the CounterCulture while in MKUltra) and I began to piece together possible scenarios.

I had always been pretty sure, in this backwoods environment, having personally witnessed numerous abrogations of the 1st & 4th Amendments by local police, that my IP connection was monitored illegally and I used some IT & InfoSec tricks to verify & record that data for future use.  My "Men Who Stare At Goats" trained 'abilities' have always stood me in good stead, in that regard.

The reason for this interlude is thus laid bare - to wit, I will wait as long as necessary to continue the chronological narrative, because therein will be documentation of the multiplicity of those depredations visited upon me by the HUD sponsored Corporate Management of my Apt, and the local Police, Jail and Judiciary. If my plans were divulged before and/or dependent upon the outcome my legal proceedings, I would be tipping my hand, as it were, as to exactly what and how many verifiable claims of injustice I might be making in possible lawsuits.

So, bear with me folks, and all shall be revealed. Just wanna see how I'm to be treated, and whether with real American Justice, or that of the "Frontier" sort, before I finish the next part of this ongoing saga, eh? Mahalo. -);{>