Mongoose Distro

 Administering a prison brings a list of concerns that, for safety reasons, should be addressed. Prisons, by design, are environments that create & encourage the very problems – criminal & otherwise – that they claim to stop or prevent. Too often it is prison staff themselves, whether deliberately or not, who are responsible for the problems beyond the environment itself. During Covid, when captives had zero access to visits from people they knew, or even from lawyers, it was revealed that 90% of all contraband was provided by prison staff & prison staff alone. That has not changed, yet DOCs across the country openly ignored the facts & the evidence – which is the most common response – & engaged in a further clamp down on the captives themselves. I would put forth the opinion, well founded, that this response is not only a gross betrayal of the public trust – a growing constant regarding all institutions & the system in general – but that such a betrayal is traitorous & paramount to treason.

 Harsh criticisms, like the facts & evidence that supports them, are also being ignored. So let us examine a simple compare/contrast at the Virginia Department of Corrections Facility, Pocahontas State Corruption Center (PSCC). PSCC is one of the most notorious state prisons in the entire 41 prison VA DOC. It served as both a throw away camp to hide & disappear those who embarrassed Virginia, as well as a local recruitment center for Virginia’s extensive white supremacist network which is deeply entrenched in its political & law enforcement castes statewide (we all know just how well wrapped together these castes are with their “criminal” counterparts).

 Recently, as a result of repeated exposure & thousands upon thousands of mounting complaints, with equally mounting evidence in the public eye), PSCC has undergone some minor changes. Most of the staff from the “old guard” are, simply put, ill-trained & poorly prepared for many of these changes, which explains how this example is even available for presentation.

 In the last 6 months easily a dozen knives have been discovered. Homemade & in the hands of captives, this is a development that is entirely new to PSCC & unheard of in the 5 years I’ve been illegally held in this camp. PSCC guards used to plant plastic picnic butter knives & call them weapons as a way to set up prisoners they didn’t like, but real weapons were rarely – or never – found. This should be a concern, especially for the sort of people currently filling most of the cannon fodder guard positions.

 Recently, several guards, including a Mr. Hastings, were caught red handed distributing drugs to the PSCC prisoners, mostly through the resident white supremacists. They no longer work here, but if Virginia follows its usual pattern, charges will be non-existent and in a year or two these guards will be working in a different VA DOC facility . There will certainly be no state investigation worthy of note, & Virginia is somehow a master at keeping the Federal authorities from any involvement (even when their guards are guilty of verified hate crimes & it is documented). These are just some of the very real problems – & there are DOZENS – that plague the VA DOC & PSCC.

 But do you know what the PSCC admins & guards are REALLY worried about? Hooks made out of soap, pressed to walls where prisoners hang clothes & laundry. They are also very worried about the hanging of a sheet/towel/shirt from a bunk just low enough to block the viciously bright overhead light that is a legitimate threat to prisoner psychological & physical wellbeing… These are of PARAMOUNT concern at PSCC.

 The VA DOC has actually approved hooks that adhere to walls & are sold on the commissary at the inflated price of a 3 pack for $5.00. PSCC, a medium/low (3/2) security facility does not allow them and has no justification for denying them where higher level facilities allow them. Does this make any sense? No, but nor does worrying about the completely harmless hooks made of soap when you have some staff “smuggling” contraband into the camp, & worse yet, you’ve hired staff whose behavior, attitude, & most importantly big mouths, stand them a good chance of being stabbed by a prisoner who has absolutely nothing to lose.

 Calling these guards & admins stupid is easy, but it isn’t necessarily correct or useful. The real problem is one that can be found across the entire system, from the lowest peon guard at a prison to police & prosecutors, especially notable in judges and politicians:arrogance & an over-inflated, poorly founded sense of authority. Our system – now accepted far & wide by most to be a staggeringly epic failure – has allowed for these groups to become so far removed from the rest of society that an air of superiority & invulnerability has become commonplace. Therefore, when one of the members of this aristocracy & new nobility finds themselves being targeted – quite rightly in the majority of instances – they are surprised & aghast with incredulity. Of course, this response, while parroted by the media & their fellow group members, only serves to reinforce the opinions of the masses, who are not going to tolerate such aristocracy and authoritarianism.

 As it is easy to see, petty policies are EVERYWHERE in the U.S. system, but nowhere are they more widespread than in prisons. Prisons continue to be a root cause of all the U.S. problems, staffed by people who mostly would find themselves locked up if they weren’t the foot soldiers for the nobility & therefore insulated & protected. Crimes & human rights violations are always acceptable, so long as state employees are acting on behalf of the state, or at least their rural county within the state.

 So keep on worrying about soap hooks & a shirt hanging from the bed while you “smuggle” in all of your contraband. The state will protect you. It won’t stop that prisoner you pushed too far who stabs you, & it won’t correct any of the problems that it or its sponsored terror groups cause, but those clothes will not be hanging on the walls.

 Open rebellion has started over far less in human history, & in the U.S., armed and open rebellion began well more than a decade ago. Soap hooks, & other very minor petty issues of like will not be a concern when mobs are roaming looking for everyone who even remotely had involvement with the system, & they won’t be hanging soap hooks, you can be certain of that.

David Annarelli 1853637
Pocahontas State Correctional Center
PO Box 518
Pocahontas, VA 24635

To whom it may concern,

Tortured. That is the only work that can be used to describe what the VA DOC is allowing to go on at Pocahontas State Corruption Center, & quite likely at all of its facilities.

For five years I have endured being tortured at PSCC. That is not hyperbole, it is fact that I have documented & reported, saving every scrap of paper allowing for VA DOC employees to admit as much. What other word would you use to describe a place & people who falsify psychological records so as to prevent the proper treatment of a human being? I can prove this with VA DOC paperwork & pre-existing records… What other word would you use to describe a place & people who deliberately deny medical care, to such a level that severe damage & disability has been caused, so much so that in one specific case – of many – a doctor refused to repair the damage citing that the VA DOC has a too-long history of not approving rehabilitation equipment, causing more severe problems post surgery. That same doctor pointed out that the problem should have been dealt with long ago – I’ve been reporting it for seven years, five of those in VA DOC custody… I have seen case after case of severe medical failures & a number of prisoners die as a direct result. The VA DOC will, without doubt, attempt to claim they provide adequate medical care. That is a flat-out, provable lie. My own case alone proves it a lie; an independent third party investigation would quickly expose thousands of lies about as many & more prisoners… What other word can be used for a place & people who cause &/or allow for the perpetuation of addiction and overdoses? The VA DOC & PSCC have known – as does everyone – that it is its own staff who are bringing in drugs, among other “contraband.” This was well known before the Covid pandemic. The Covid pandemic set it in concrete as a fact – pun intended. All the while the VA DOC comes up with more ways – some overtly illegal – to punish prisoners, merely as a means of covering up their own criminality…

What other word, besides torture, can be used for a place & a people who not only falsify psychological records, but do so as they are warehousing those who suffer from mental health – ome quite severely – in an environment that is now a known & accepted cause of long term psychological disorders? At PSCC, the “housing” of those with mental health issues is being used for the dual purpose of both hiding them away from the public – & their families – but also as a means of illicitly securing extra “budgetary funding” which I can assure you from personal experiences – documented – are NOT being properly used. When the VA DOC denies this as they most assuredly will, demand a third party, independent citizen investigation, & demand it be done with no advance notice…

PSCC is a facility, & the VA DOC an organization, that is so devoid of any morality, so lacking in propriety, & so extraordinary in the absolutely amazing bullshit it feeds like the media & general public, that traitorous only barely scratches the surface. What happens in Virginia, & in its facilities, goes against everything that the illusion of freedom pretends to. “The illusion” would be the active words of that sentence. Make no mistake about it: if you are a citizen of Virginia, you are already a prisoner, they just haven’t put you in your official cell yet, but they ARE coming for you & they WILL destroy your family & your life. I show you endless documents proving the corruption & I am slowly working on putting them online… Some of them are already in the public record… Be afraid America, but more so, use that fear to build active and open resistance.

On July 24, 2023, the Associated Press reported that the FBI was investigating Marion Correctional Center, Virginia Department of Corrections. The impetus for this federal involvement was the death of yet another VA DOC captive. There are HUNDREDS of dead VA DOC captives. Like the one of Marion, they are dead because they were beaten to death by VA DOC guards, a common occurrence for the VA DOC. I’ve been waiting seven years for ANYONE to investigate my case.

That same week at Pocahontas State Correctional Center, VA DOC, three guards were caught bringing drugs into the prison. Not too big a deal, except it was part of a white supremacist drug ring that extended far beyond the prison walls. A guard named Hastings, a well known white supremacist was the only one named on local media, & Virginia, in its usual example of rampant corruption, managed to scrub & cover the story in the media.

Pocahontas Correctional’s mailroom staff have also had criminal charges filed against them. They are, daily, openly violating state & federal mail tampering laws. This includes mail disappearing, never returned to senders, delays in sending & delivering mail sometimes by weeks, reading the mail of prisoners without any cause or justification & more. Tazewell County Commonwealth Attorneys have received those criminal complaints as shown by a letter of receipt from the local court, yet every day these petty criminals continue with their illegal activity unfettered.

Something has to give where so much wrong is done & harm caused every day, yet so very little is being done.

Oughta be a crime–missing’ first steps, first voice–tellin’ momma “No!,” as if he had a choice.

Ought a be a crime–when he’s gettin’ on the bus–not holdin’ his hand, as he puts up a fuss.

Oughta be a crime–pacin’ the cell, hopin’ for a pardon–beggin’ and pleadin’, while he begins kindergarten.

Oughta be a crime–not bein’ a fixture–in his little boys life, growin’ up in pictures.

Oughta be a crime–missin’ birthdays, proms, and graduation–or when he boards the plane, to his first duty station.

Oughta be a crime–missin’ the happiest day of his life–as the preacher says, “You may now kiss your bride.”

Oughta be a crime–not biddin’ farewell–as he steps on a ship, wavin’ a final farewell.

Oughta be a crime–not bein’ there to soften–the pain his wife felt, over the flag draped coffin.

Oughta be a crime–the freedoms he gave away–he can wish all he wants, the boy’s not here today.

Oughta be a crime–spendin’ life outa touch–cuz things that matta most, never seemed to matta much.

Oughta be a crime–not bein’ a son to his father–or a father to his son, seemed too much a bother.

Oughta be a law–against these crimes he’s committed–‘cept the penitence he serves is much worse than prison.

Ross Hartwell 1893452
Memorial Unit
PO Box 660400
Dallas, TX 75266

Constant Pain (All of it is documented)

by David Annarelli

As I once more suffer through the use of illegal collective punishment (while being illegally held captive according to state documents) I am also forced to endure the tortures of constant physical pain. For seven years, the very depraved state of Virginia has with deliberate cruelty caused me severe and perpetual pain. This has come about, not only from the beatings I endured at the hands of police, for which there is video and photo evidence, & for which the state of Virginia has done exactly nothing where accountability is of concern, & not only from several beatings at the hands of a local jail guard, also reported & ignored, it is also the result of a vile denial of even the least bit of basic medical care, Virginia is an anti-science, anti-human state that is so backwoods & stuck in the past even its urban areas are bogged down in the archaic & antiquated. Cruel forms of torture are an engrained part of Virginia’s culture, past & present. In its Department of Corrections which traces its roots to Jim Crow era laws & even back to post Civil War segregation politics, the level of disrespect for & outright harm towards humanity, is a thing of mind boggling disgust.

9 concussive blows while in the illegal custody of Virginia “law enforcement.” In Virginia “law enforcement” is used in the most vague & whimsical manner & subject to change or be ignored with equal whimsy. When I woke up in a local jail, police had beaten me so severely that it was days before I had any real concept of what was happening. The concussion I suffered from at least six serious blows to the back of my skull was part of the dangerously flawed response, by police, to a mental health crisis I experienced in my own home. That crisis itself was directly related to a previous, near fatal traumatic brain injury. You can easily imagine that six more severe concussive blows to the head were NOT beneficial. The concussion symptoms lasted ten days, & instead of being brought to a hospital or provided ANY medical care, I was put into a solitary confinement cell (where several months later I was the subject of several more vicious beatings).

I was repeatedly told – over 17 months in relative isolation – that once I went to the VA DOC I would get better care. First, having done nothing wrong, & having been the victim of police brutality, why was I being singled out for unjust punishment? Second, that the VA DOC provides any care up to even poor standards is a flat out lie, & I have the documentation to prove it. From the moment I arrived there was not only a concerted effort to downplay – or outright ignore – the numerous medical issues and concerns that I articulated, but there was also an outright refusal to acknowledge ANY medical or mental health records that were not generated solely by the VA DOC. Overwhelmed by serious anxiety & confusion at such depraved behavior is the only way to describe the sensation.

Over the next 5 years, to the present, it became exceedingly clear that a policy of harm was in place & deeply entrenched. This policy was based on the under qualified medical staff, whose quality of character was also seriously in question.It was based on denying prisoners (including the 20% listed as innocent as wrongful convictions) even the most basic of medical services & extended to a point of allowing those who were sick or injured to die, rather than provide any of the care staff knew they needed. This included such heinous deliberate indifference as ignoring tumors & sepsis cases. My chronic symptoms from head injuries & my mental health care were simply ignored, as numerous complaints have documented.

There is a frightening reality in the VA DOC that is well documented & provable, yet being flagrantly ignored, if not actually encouraged. Falsifying documents, or the destruction of documents… The falsifying of documents is bad enough, as my current VA DOC mental health records show. These documents exist as a clear contradiction to mental health records dating back to age 6 & which are documented through schools & hospitals. The VA DOC version has none of what is true, factual & documented, omits huge portions of what I have articulated while illegally held, & even attempts to pin an anonymous essay on me in some vain attempt to uphold the non conclusively proven false narrative from a corrupt small town courthouse. While you cannot make this crap up, you can certainly make up whatever crap you want & call it a psychological record, & that is exactly what has happened here at PSCC.

In June of 2022, after years of being denied proper – or any – dental care, a tooth on the back bottom right of my mouth broke in half. It is now September of 2023 & that tooth, broken below the gum line, is still there, well, at least some of it is. Constant pain, & always conscious of the possibility that serious infection could form & become introduced to my bloodstream. I’ve complained about the serious health risk posed (& the known effect dental hygiene plays on mental health). They’ve taken x-rays & even filled in a couple of the nine cavities I had (seven more to go and I’ve already lost teeth to VA DOC “care”). That tooth rotting & slowly coming out, painfully, in pieces, is still there. A few weeks ago they brought me to dental just to tell me that there are no dental surgeons in this area willing to take prisoners… I’m not sure what is worse, the VA DOC having staff (dental tech/hygienist) openly admitting that they are incapable of providing proper care (which everyone already knows, even if the VA DOC denies it), or the total lack of humanity present in the Southwest Virginia Dental Community. Virginia, & America as a whole, is an absolute disgrace, & this is only barely the tip of the iceberg sinking this state & country.

For five years at Pocahontas State Corruption Center (PSCC) I’ve been fighting these deranged people for some sort of relief – & a proper evaluation by a licensed neuro-specialist – for the TBI related symptoms. Sound & light sensitivities, some vertigo, chronic headaches of varying severity, double vision, being the most common & problematic. I also experience occasional aphasic & a growing list of social interaction problems. Five years, numerous complaints & a lawsuit later, all I have to show for my efforts is Ibuprofen & Acetaminophen. Both of which I had to fight over getting, & sign a contract so I could manage my own pain relief. On top of that they have yet to give me a copy of the contract – as required by law – & I am fighting to see my own lab results from a series of blood & urine tests (I was given a generic “your labs/x-rays were normal” form, the same one they were giving to a Mr. Robert Kindoll… as the cancer quite literally ate him alive before our eyes).

There is no more room for polite words, & “hyperbole” cannot be rightly applied to the following: these people are the enemy, your enemy, & they are working to deliberately kill & maim. Their records are quite clear on the matter. Good people have hung bad people for much less. There is no more legislating for change, open rebellion is the most conciliatory action citizens can take.

David Annarelli 1853637
Pocahontas State Correctional Center
PO Box 518
Pocahontas, VA 24635

Conflict, Violence, Rebellion Now!

Going to prison is an experience that teaches far more about consciousness & self awareness than a thousand self help seminars. In prison we experience the true nature, the controls, of our culture directly. We see their operations naked, instead of hidden & dressed up in illusions & niceties. Power over others is a vise, an addictive clamp used to hold us with our own hopes & fears. There are always privileges that might be gained, if we behave, & there is always somewhere worse that they can put us, something they can do to us or take away from us for refusing to be controlled. We are caught, & in prison there is no distraction from or escaping the knowledge of this control. The system, it has devised a thousand minor rituals & a thousand petty rules, often enforced by equally minor & petty people, to drive that lesson home, again & again & again.

When you are put into handcuffs it has absolutely nothing to do with preventing an attack on police officers who often outnumber some 3, 4, 5+ to 1. These handcuffs are about enforcing a sense of helplessness & hopelessness. To strip you of your inherent rights as a living being to protect & defend yourself from those who would harm you or who would attempt to exert forced control over you. When you are crammed into a holding tank, a booking room or a prison cell with too many people for any level of privacy of comfort, with open toilets & showers it is to ingrain the idea that things can & will be made worse for you if you act with any level of independence, out of the system’s control. When you are strip searched, told to spread your ass wide open & cough, is it about humiliation as a means of shaming punishment & has nothing to do with contraband being found… A thousand minor rituals & petty rules, all with the purpose of solidifying the system’s control over you.

An act of violence, perpetrated against you, against the citizens of the country & against the world entire. It is the very height of violence in fact, though the politicians & police & media & sometimes even your own neighbor would attempt to convince you otherwise, They will even actively work to convince you that any act of resistance, or self preservation, that goes against the system & its soulless minions of orthodoxy is an act of violence, when it is clearly not. When politicians are allowing, & even inviting corporations to poison every stretch of land & every drop of water, it is violence. When police & prisons drain enormous resources away from communities that are never safer, no matter how many of them are available, it is violence… When you resist all of these, by any means available, it is not violence, but a right guaranteed by life itself. That is what nonviolence is.

There is another weapon & force of immeasurable violence levied against us & that is hypocrisy. It is everywhere present especially among the political and enforcement castes, spread virally by the media. A spectacle of examples is the topic of conflict. All too often, & erroneously, conflict is equated to violence when in fact the two are not synonymous. Politicians, their enforcers, & the media regularly feed us lines about avoiding conflict as if resolving such things was beyond our means as lowly citizens, but also as if it were a pointless endeavor. All the while “conflict” – often deliberately & wrongly portrayed as, or at least attached to violence of an oppressor – is rampant, found in every corner of the media broadcast. Worse still is how often those who challenge the oppressors – the perpetrators of violence – are shown to lose & be punished for daring to resist. Those seeking fair & justice based resolutions bear the brunt of the violence of oppressors.

Nowhere is this violent hypocrisy more clear & obvious than it is in the “justice” system, so called. Justice long ago ceased to be a guiding factor in adjudication, giving way to a sort of sock puppet vengeance for supposed victims – those who themselves long ago laid down their rights to life at the altar of the oppressors. The vengeance is hollow & empty & no victim is ever truly satisfied, though they are heavily reminded of what happens to those who resist, or even those who protect themselves from any harm. In those exceedingly rare occasions when the political caste has itself or its enforcers brought to account, the system quickly shows its true nature. In case you are not paying attention, it is getting worse by the day, though it seems as if you still believe that empty political slogans, more enforcers & more prisons will solve the problems (which 70 years of reports solidly refutes, leaving no more room for any debate on the subject.)

We are now regularly discovering that it is those who are in power who are constantly the cause of our problems, routinely caught & exposed as corrupt & violent in their need to lord over others. Police, chiefs & other lower-ranked officers, caught in drug rings, but more seriously they are found to be involved in prostitution & human trafficking rings, both of which are often carbon copies of DOC policies regarding how captives of the state are treated. Once again, & perhaps ironically, the hypocrisy is obvious & plastered in front of our faces, yet should any of those exploited & oppressed show even the least resistance the punishment & humiliation will be quick and severe.

Recently, the overt & blatand exercise of power along with the very loud message “YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS!” is coming faster than at any time prior. The police assault on a small newspaper comes to mind. Police simply manufactured a warrant, based solely on politics, & started to confiscate – openly steal – all of the newspaper’s computers & records. Such treason & usurpation is actually an [???] offense, but no such equitable punishment was doled out to those enforcers of the political class. Instead, a gentle & disingenuous apology was issued – not from the police mind you – & the stolen manuals returned. Still, the precedent was set and put laxly in the public eye.

An even more disturbing development was the imprisonment of parents for not reporting to a public – state – school the reasons their children were absent… for an entire 7 days… in 2021-22 while Covid was still raging… RED ALERT! Demand that parents, essentially, turn their children over to the state? Not in any place where liberty is supposed to ring true. Of course, America has a long history of forced (re)education… ask any non-white, non-Europeans, they will tell you the stories. Once again we see the oppressors coming down on anyone for the least bit of personal choice. They are coming for you too, but go ahead and doubt that fact, while you are still allowed to.

This leads me to the growing “problem” of smash and grab robberies & mob shoplifting. While at first glance the media portrait is a part of “the violent crimes sweeping the nation,” but really is it a problem? Maybe for the corporations whose box stores ran the local mom & pop stores into the ground, sure, it is a problem for them. For the rest of us? Not at all, not a problem in the least. First, most of what is being stolen are non-essential items. Second, they are often sold on eBay or Craigslist, or FB groups at a discount, so we get our non-essential items for even less. Third & most important, it seems that only those stores who cater to the upper castes & rich are targeted mostly. So, really it is only for the elites and no one else.

It is worth pointing out just how much our American identity is built upon the romanticism of Robin Hood, of Revolutionaries stealing tea & dumping it in a bay, of outlaws standing up against obvious tyrants. We love that idea… then we lambast & condemn those who have the courage to act in the same manner. This is a level of hypocrisy that should make any & all Americans sick to their stomachs. Instead, we simply scroll to the next picture of a cat & the next whimpers of some celebrity whose shallow existence of illusory pomp has so bearing on substantive reality. I personally applaud these merry men & women who steal from the rich, even if what they give to the poor is a cheaper price.

There will be those who disagree with such a sentiment, though most of those will only do so on their computers via social media. Only the rare American will be so bold as to say “that robbery I will not allow,” pull out a gun & brazenly – calmly – shoot the robber, & with such aplomb that we won’t put down or drop his case of beer in the process. That is what real community & liberty looks like. It is also what the political enforces castes fear most; that you will realize that you don’t need politicians or police. If that good citizen is in any way charged with a crime for protecting his community, that community should gather & march to the prosecutor’s house or office, drag him to the street & hang him for acts against humanity… Resistance isn’t violence!

The time has come, it arrived some time ago actually, for citizens of the world to throw off the yoke of oppressors & tyrants with their doublespeak & petty rules, to take that which is rightfully theirs. Decades of being lulled into a sleepy illusion have left us all waking to the truth of our world, here at home and abroad. The old system is in its death rattle now, & the power hungry political & enforcer castes are desperately looking at any angle to preserve their positions as nobility & aristocratic lords/ladies. Rebellion has begun, it is spreading, & it is gaining supporters that no longer buy into the right/left nonsense. The curtain has been pulled back. It’s okay. Rise up & take what was yours all along.

David Annarelli 1853637
Pocahontas State Correctional
PO Box 518
Pocahontas, VA 24635

          Monday, September 4, 2023

 Seven years. That is how long ago police, admittedly assaulted me on my own property, in the dark of the night, without cause or warrant during a mental-health crisis. They never announced their presence, and they admit to that as well. A year later, after a prosecutor repeatedly lied on record and openly ignored known science, which in my case was further backed up by some 30+ years of medical and psychological records, a judge compared me to a right-wing fanatic—Timothy McVeigh—before declaring I would be set as an example for the entire country, then sentenced me to the harshest sentence ever handed down for the same crime in that district. All of this is on record.

 

 I had no criminal history and no real history of political rhetoric worth noting. I also did not actually commit a crime when, after an unidentified person kicked open a door to my home and opened fire on me in the dark, my returned fire—birdshot from a shotgun, essentially non-lethal—barely injured this intruder—who forensics show was caught by a ricochet after illegally entering a private residence. These officers

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 I also did not actually commit a crime when, after an unidentified person kicked open a door to my home and opened fire on me in the dark, my returned fire—birdshot from a shotgun, essentially non-lethal—barely injured this intruder—who forensics show was caught by a ricochet after illegally entering a private residence. These officers—as it turned out only after their violations of policy, procedure, and constitutional guarantees—did have histories of questionable behavior, which included cases dismissed because of similar violations. The judge was denied reappointment to the bench for his career of ill-mannered courtroom behavior and his exceedingly poor record of discretion, shortly after he violated my due-process rights (in several ways, on record). The prosecutor has recently lost his primary because of concerns of financial improprieties and corruption at his office (the latter of which my case openly proves).

 All of the above was hidden in plain view, dependent on the naïve trust of citizens in a system that has never properly worked but has more importantly been in a process of cascade failure for at least the last 50 years. A major contributor to that now-epic collapse has been the willful ignorance of politicians, police, prosecutors, and judges towards advancing science. This ignorance being founded, primarily on a near-pathological fear of losing their powers and being forced to adapt to new knowledge. More concisely stated as laziness—habitual laziness.

 One of these key aspects of the advanced science I refer to is our new and more complete understanding of neuroscience: the workings of our brains. This understanding undercuts most of the premises that our very antiquated judicial system has been founded upon, especially where culpability is of concern. Since the 1960s, questions of behavioral choice regarding the brain and the mind—once thought to be separate and distinct—have been laid before the courts as both defense and reasonable blame. In the past 20 years, our understanding has grown in leaps and bounds, and in the last decade alone our understanding of brain process has set forth the evidence in no uncertain terms that the physical wellness of the brain is of paramount importance in deter-mining culpability, and again where any punitive actions may or may not be imposed, and further still where the severity of such punishment is to be decided.

 The criminal-justice system, from top to bottom, small-town rural and big city, state and federal, has refused to keep up with modern science. DNA is a perfect example, as tens of thousands continue to languish in prisons, wrongfully convicted and outright innocent of any crimes. Head injuries, from cumulative concussions to more immediate and severe injuries to the brain, have also now left tens of thousands wrongly held captive, and in the majority of cases also denied the requisite medical and mental-health care.

 I write about this often, having survived a near-fatal traumatic brain injury that reports a mortality rate upwards of 50-60%. I then survived the domestic violence of a wife who saw me suffering for years—including several minor psychological-breakdown events—while she slowly took possession of most of my life (money, phone, car, etc.). Since all of that I have survived 7 years of being openly tortured—including 9 more concussive blows to the head, six by state officers and three by prisoners instigated by state officers, all of which have been reported, documented, and summarily ignored by the state’s officers—while being illegally held captive in contra-diction to state documents that conclusively show I am a victim of bad cops, a dirty prosecutor, and a deranged judge.

 I am also the victim of five separate courts, including a state Supreme Court and a federal appellate, all of whom, on record, have openly ignored the evidence and/or violated the law, my rights, and even their own rules. Politicians not only do not seem to cave in the least but also in some instances (every VA state and federal politician) seem to be supporters of the corruption, the brutality, and the flagrant dishonesty, all laid out in black and white, on the record. What do you say when you have concrete evidence—video and photo—that you were brutalized by police, and when politicians—Senators Tim Kaine or Mark Warner for example—write you a rubber-stamp letter saying they cannot help you, or when state Senators such as David Sutterlein (along with 139 other politicians) just ignore you?

 They are not only ignoring your horror-filled nightmare. They are also ignoring the advances in science, even as concussion awareness and protocols are blasted on the news daily. Or ignoring the rancid filth that passes as mental-health care, pre- and post-incarceration, even as the TV demands we address such issues, immediately. Mostly, and most importantly, they are ignoring their own failures and culpability in a situation growing more dire with every passing week, with every life, every family destroyed. Those destroyed humans are the result of lawmakers and enforcers who live so far in the past that you feel obligated to ask them which year’s calendar they are using.

 

 I continue to fight for my stolen freedom, in courts whose legitimacy is completely eroded. Against laws and statutes that those illegitimate courts have forgotten even existed. And these courts willfully ignore other laws as needed, for their own convenience. There is science that is solid and accepted everywhere—except in those illegitimate courts. How can this system stand on such a flawed foundation, which is crumbling before our very eyes? In fact, it doesn’t anymore, as the majority of citizens have come to recognize, as I have, its failures and the refusal to adjust.

 Seven years. Of beatings, psychological abuse, torture tactics, disregard for my physical and psycho-logical health, ignoring documented disabilities, openly falsifying internal (VA DOC) records to create a—provably—false reality….

 You cannot make this up….

  But you can document all of it…

   Every scrap of paper saved….

    Do you want to see?

         David Annarelli

Here’s just one little story of the types of things “they” did to me. This happened about a month before the actual murder that put me here in November of 2016:

I was in Fort Collins, CO and it was beginning to be too cold to be outside anymore. I had already secured a local government public-housing apartment, but was not able to move into it yet. I had broken up with my girlfriend in Estes Park and the break-up caused me to be homeless because I had been living with her. I suspect “they” had something to do with the break-up too, because “they” can’t, or don’t, want to operate when you are in the close proximity of someone they are not gangstalking. She would go visit her parents on the weekends and leave me alone at the apartment, and “they” would gangstalk me the whole time until she came home Monday morning. “They” would then abruptly stop. My relationship with her was in the way of their gangstalking, so it had it go. So, they used their electronic gadgets to control my emotions, to make me angry or sad for no reason. My out-of-control emotions would cause me to drink excessively and she broke up with me over it.

Anyways, I’m in Fort Collins and “they” decide to turn off the sleep mechanism in my brain. Everyone has one, like the on/off switch to a lamp. Everyone has something in their brain that tells you the body is depleted and it’s time to sleep. The person then finds a place to bed down and go to sleep. At a certain moment, the frontal lobe turns off and the subconscious mind takes over and “sleep” happens. Well, “they”, with their computer-assisted electronic directed energy gadgets, are able to aim their device at you and disable the part of the brain that facilitates sleep, or maybe they just keep the frontal lobe stimulated, so you stay awake.

I went 24 hours without sleep and didn’t think that it was unusual. Everyone loses a night of sleep every once in awhile. Then I went 48 hours. Then 72 hours. Then came day four of being wide awake no chemical assistance. I was not on meth, speed or even coffee, and did not feel the “high” associated with stimulant drugs, so I can’t say someone snuck drugs into my food or anything like that. I became worried and decided to go to a hospital.

I deliberately avoided Poudre Valley Hospital because of having previous gangstalking style incidents there and took a bus across town to a new hospital. I went in the ER and it’s empty. They took me back and I got seen by the doctor right away. There didn’t seem to be any other patients.

I explained my problem, adding that I felt OK but was becoming frightened by my inability to sleep. I told her that I’m not here to be “drug seeking” but, perhaps a sedative of some sort would help? She agreed and gave me a shot of something and left.

She returned about 20 minutes later and asked how I felt. I said I didn’t feel anything. She gave me another shot and left again. She came back about half an hour later and asked how I felt. I said there hasn’t been a change, so she gave me a third shot and left again. She came back 15 or 20 minutes later and did a precursory check with the shine-a-light-in-your-eye thing, blood-pressure, and so on. Then she left again.

She came back again 20 minutes later, this time with a Fort Collins police officer in uniform. She said, “At this point, I’ve given you enough sedative to knock out a horse and it’s not even touching you. It’s had plenty of time to take effect and I see no change in your vitals at all, therefore I have involuntarily committed you for a 72-hour hold, for observation, at the nearest mental hospital.” The cop then unceremoniously cuffed me up and wasn’t nice about it at all, grabbing and jerking me around to put the cuffs on me as if I were an actual criminal he had to chase down to arrest. It was shocking and humiliating. He was treating me as if I had actually done something wrong and was going to jail. He dragged me outside and stuffed me in the back of a squad car.

I was driven to the “nearest” psychiatric hospital, which I can’t remember the name of, but I know it wasn’t the nearest because Fort Collins has one in town. This one was on the outskirts of Boulder. I had been there before years ago and remember liking it because they had a smoking area outside with smoke-breaks once per hour or so, and it was co-ed. My last visit there was in the mid-2000s over a nervous breakdown. I have a history of checking myself in to mental hospitals once every 3 or 4 years because I have PTSD-related nervous breakdowns where I become suicidally despondant and don’t know what else to do. A week or two of institutionalization, regular meals, bed times, and wake up times on someone else’s schedule, usually fixes me up well enough to discharge myself and go get on with life. But this time I was institutionalized by someone else I don’t even know and for a reason that didn’t make sense: How does not being able to sleep for several days mean I need a psychiatric hospital? Why not a regular hospital? What was wrong with the hospital I came from? If the ER doctor was concerned about me, why didn’t she “observe” me for 72 hours?

So, the cop drops me off at this hospital and I’m on a “72 hour hold”. I just got there and I already wanted to leave. My gut feeling told me something was off somehow. I was not yet aware of gangstalking, but unknown to me at that point, I was about to be shown firsthand what it’s all about.

I called my AA sponsor at that time. I think now, looking back, that was my best move, and probably saved me from being kidnapped. See, there is this thing few people know about medical-kidnapping, because of the HIPPA laws. Noone can ask a hospital if you are there and get an answer from any staff there, either by phone or in person. It’s feasible to go literally room-by-room, floor-by-floor at a hospital, looking for someone, but chances are a security guard will get curious why you are there and step to you. But, a mental hospital is a lockdown ward. Noone is allowed in or out, except staff. So, if you are there and noone knows it, they can keep you there forever! If anyone calls to ask if you’re there, the HIPPA law prevents staff from saying if you’re there or not. But that ward had a payphone, and allegedly the phone wasn’t “tapped” but we know from Snowden, the NSA whistleblower, that all phones are tapped, and I’ve got to conclude that a mental ward phone is listened to like a jail phone is. So, by calling my AA sponsor and telling him what happened, whoever was eavesdropping knew better than to try to do medical-kidnapping to me.

But that didn’t stop them from trying. Within my first hour there an angry nurse approached me with some paperwork and said, “You need to sign this”, pushing a pen into my hand, and standing over me like she’s in a hurry and I’m holding her up. I said, “I don’t sign things without reading them first.” I read it and it was a contract giving the hospital permission to hold me there “for an indefinite time period” with the release date “to be determined”. In other words – forever. They wanted my permission to me medical-kidnapping to me! I said, “No way!” She seemed to get even more angry and left.

About a half-hour later, the same nurse came back with more paperwork. This time, she tells me to sign it, as if I don’t a choice. I said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not sign things without reading it first!” She got bitter angry, I mean her face was like she just sucked a lemon. Sour. I read it, and it’s another contract, but this one wants me to admit that I have mental issues that are so beyond my control and so dangerous that I agree that I should never be legally allowed to own a firearm of any kind, every again, for the rest of my natural life. I wondered what sort of file a document like that would be put into. Medical? Federal? Law enforcement? I’ve never owned a gun, and, in fact, don’t like them. But what if I wanted to, say, buy a shotgun and take up duck hunting? This document I’m sure would “red flag” me on every gun dealer website on the planet. Plus, I just don’t agree with giving up any of my rights voluntarily. That’s why I cringe when I watch these reality-TV cop shows and people get in trouble because cops ask them questions and they can’t keep their story straight. Don’t they know they have a right to remain silent before the arrest? Just say “I want a lawyer if you are going to ask me questions” and that forces them to get to the point. They will either arrest you, which, believe me, they already planned to do anyways no matter how you answer their questions, or they have to stop asking questions and let you go, period. Why don’t people know that?

So, of course I told the lady, no, I’m not going to sign this document. She seemed to get furious and stormed away. It made no sense to me at the time. I’ve been to some version of a mental hospital for PTSD-related stuff a dozen times in my life, and that particular hospital I think three previous times, and I never experienced a nurse bring me any documents like that, much less get emotional over it.

Well, it makes sense now: The gangstalkers wanted to be able to disarm me for their own safety. They want to be able to stalk you without any repercussions or danger to their person. Most targeted individuals never even see their stalkers, or if they do, it’s in passing but not up close and personal. But in my case, my stalkers wanted me to figure out who the players are, because it was personal to them. They wanted revenge. Why? They have huge, fragile, narcissistic egos, and if you insult them to their face like I did, they want to get even.

For example, a lot of people don’t know this, but if you have a digital “smart meter” installed on your home to replace the old analog one for your electric, you just gave “them” a way to watch and listen to anything and everything that goes on in your house 24/7. The old analog meters are hardwired to your home’s electrical line and reads how much current you draw. The new “smart meters” are not hardwired on your electrical intake, they work by sending out a radar signal that “reads” your house and sends data back to the device. It also will “talk” to your “smart appliances”, which is how the electrical company in your area tries to soft-sell the device. But be warned: with the right software, any laptop can dial into your house to watch and listen to it’s inhabitants. A laptop called the Panasonic Tough Book comes already pre-loaded with the software to do this, and can also dial into local cell towers and grid systems to enable gangstalking with electronic surveillance and mind-torture tactics. In Fort Collins, Colorado all of the street lamps in the city are a relay system to enable this.

Knowing this, I used to sit on my couch and just shit talk them, because I knew they were watching and listening. I know they are Satan worshipers (they prefer the terms Lucifer and Luciferians) and I knew they are Illuminati and connected to the local Mason lodge, the Fraternal Order of Police and the FBI, and as such have access to a vast tunnel network under the city. They believe in the Holy Bible and the Book of Revelations, but they believe that by carrying out Satan’s work they are actually “doing God’s will” because if God didn’t want it to happen it wouldn’t happen, or some such nonsense. It’s like an excuse and a justification, on a grand scale, to do whatever they want, up to and including human trafficking, pedophilia, and even human ritual sacrifice, as long as they “stick to the script” as outlined in Revelations. But most people don’t know this, and if you do know it and are not one of them, and are in fact against it, you are considered an enemy and they’ll go after you.

The whole thing is justified by the same philosophy inscribed on the Georgia Guidestones: The world is overpopulated. Most people are essentially like dumb cattle and deserve to be eliminated, for the betterment of mankind in general and the “illuminated few” in particular. It’s basically Hitler’s philosophy, without the Jew stuff. You’re either down with it, or you’re not. If you’re not, God help you! How do I know all of this? I’m nosy and kept on investigating them, and they noticed me. At a certain point they asked me to join it and I said “no”. That is when all hell broke loose and the gangstalking intensified to the point of violence. The endgame for gangstalking is to keep on messing with you until you break. They want you to act out in some kind of violent or bizarre way so they can incarcerate you in jail or a mental hospital.

Anyways, I knew they were watching me in my house, actually my girlfriend’s, with the smart meter and other CIA-style secret monitoring devices. They also have a device that looks like a gun except, instead of a barrel, it has a mini-satellite dish-thing on the end of it. They can point it at your house. It sees through walls and listens. It’s a two-way device, so it also transmits microwaves. I would shit talk to them, using their own philosophy against them, and would use God and the Book of Revelations to taunt them. I’d say things like, “So you think them tunnels are gonna save you when shit hits the fan? You think He doesn’t know where you are? Do you really think you can hide from Him?! Them tunnels aren’t gonna save you! The whole planet is gonna burn! Even NORAD can’t save you! You better read that Book again. It doesn’t end well for you! Ha! You’re as dumb as the Egyptians chasing the Jews into the sea! You think He won’t drop a tidal wave on you when you get far enough in? When you dug them tunnels, you dug your own graves! Dumbasses!”

So between 2011 and 2014 I got gangstalked a lot at my girlfriend’s house, and I used to sit on her couch when she wasn’t home and taunt them like that, because I knew they were listening, which was confirmed when I got arrested in November 2016 on this murder charge, caused by them, and the gangstalking continued unabated at Larimer County Jail, because certain cops who were involved in it would come over my intercom speaker in my cell and repeat back to me, verbatim, some of the things I said to taunt them as I was surveilled at my girlfriend’s house. See, they have a vengeance mindset and are like spoiled brat, pouting, 5 year olds. That’s the egos I dealt with. These are hateful Satanists.

I’ve gotten a bit off topic. To continue, in hindsight I believe the nurse got upset because she was probably in on it and the idea is to disarm the targeted individual so they don’t pose a danger, so they can gangstalk them with impunity. Also, that first contract was to be able to legally have authority to “medical kidnap” me, so they could keep me trapped in mental institutions forever. A mental hospital is the ideal place to gangstalk someone because if they file complaints it works against them being released. There are no credivle witnesses to what they do, and anyone who might be a credible witness is dealt with, as you will see later on in this true account of what they did to me.

After the nurse tried to get me to sign that stuff and I said no, it was getting pretty close to bedtime and lights-out on the ward. I called my AA sponsor and told him where I was and what happened. He said to just be cool and ride it out for the 72 hours, don’t give them any reason to justify a longer stay. He also told me to try to get a notebook and keep a journal, which I did. I have no idea what ended up happening to that journal.

I went to bed. Magically, whatever had been keeping me awake for the past four days stopped. I slept like a baby. I didn’t understand what was happening to me at the time, but a few years later when I started to read the literature about gangstalking, I found out that they have the human brain mapped out and know what parts do what, and have invented electronic gadgets that can remote-control the brain from a distance, to make you fall asleep or stay awake against your will, for example. There is an on/off switch in the brain responsible for being awake or asleep, and they have a remote electronic gadget that affects it at will: They just push a button on, say, a Panasonic Tough Book laptop that has the software, it sends a signal to a cell tower near you, the microwave dish on the tower beams the signal at you using your own device, and they can make you fall asleep at the wheel driving home with a car full of kids, or stay awake for days on end. But, I didn’t know that then.

The next day was uneventful: Writing in a notebook the staff got for me, TV, smoke breaks and calls to my AA sponsor. Then at dinnertime in the evening, it happened.

The people who just got there aren’t allowed to go to the cafeteria dining hall because they need a couple days to make sure you are not dangerous before you can be around silverware. The dining hall has actual metal silverware that they wash and sterilize, like at a diner. So, the new arrivals get a meal delivered to them on a styrofoam clamshell container with a plastic spork, like in jail. These meals are pushed into the TV room on one of those stainless steel meal-tray dollies on wheels, like in hospitals. Everyone lines up to get a tray and eat it in the TV room, followed by a smoke break.

I noticed something odd: all the trays had our names written on them with black Sharpie ink, but all the meals were the same. It wasn’t like one person got a Kosher meal, the next person got a diabetic meal, the next person got a low-sodium meal, and so on. Every person got exactly the same thing: a scrambled egg sandwich and fries and a fruit cup. Or was it chicken salad? I just remember it was a sandwich of some sort and was cooked. But they were all the same. Yet, the nurse was adamant that each person get only the tray with their own name on it, and NO sharing. I thought it was odd enough that I asked why, and was told, “Some people have problems with paranoia”. But if that were the case, wouldn’t the “name only” thing make a “paranoid” person more paranoid? But I was hungry and decided not to press the issue. I remember the sandwiches were cut in half diagonally, corner to corner, the way I like to do grilled cheese. But mine tasted …funny. Not rotten exactly, not like it “went bad”, just …funny somehow. I didn’t like it, and did not eat the other slice, which is good, because I almost died on just the half of a sandwich.

We ate at about 7pm. I remember going on a smoke break and talking to a pretty girl in her 20s who was there because she had been raped at a college party, maybe a frat thing. She was matter-of-fact about it, and calm, but wary. She looked at me in a way that let me know she no longer trusted men, in any context. I remember wanting to help her, but not knowing what to say or do, so I decided to just avoid her to “give her space”. After that, I went to bed.

The poison hit me at about 10pm. I remember it was late enough that literally everyone had gone to bed, including the “late stragglers”. Some of the patients have trouble sleeping and they go out to the nurse station to get a nighttime snack of a pudding cup or a banana. But the lights were out all over the ward.

I was in bed and couldn’t sleep because I was thinking about my own girlfriend, Helena. I had a bad breakup because of my drinking. It was 100% fault the relationship ended. Or was it? It wasn’t her fault, but… I had never in my life experienced the roller coaster ups and downs of emotions, disturbing emotions, like I did when I was with her. I was irrational in a way O had never been. I didn’t realize it then, but they were most likely using the gangstalk-mindfuck electronic gadgets, the same kind now used to keep me awake for days, against me, to cause me to have crying fits and bouts of irrational fear and anger that I tried to control with excessive drinking, which ended up just exaggerating the symptoms.

When the poison hit, it seemed to hit all at once out of nowhere. I’m lying in bed thinking about what to do when I get out, when all of a sudden I had a bout of uncontrollable burps and farts. It felt like something was fermenting inside my gut. One moment I was normal, then, as the burps and farts got worse, I also started to get dizzy. Then, I instantly started running a fever. I felt my forehead and it was hot. Then I felt sick and ran to the toilet.

There began the beginning of hell itself. As soon as I puked, I felt the diarrhea begin. I sat on the toilet and soon it just became dysentery. Basically it was just hot water shooting out my ass. Then the puking again, then, full body cramps. I stripped naked and layed on the floor, in the fetal position, projectile vomiting and shitting at the same time.

I cried for help and no one came. I was screaming at the top of my lungs: HELP! HEEELLP! SOMEONE GET A DOCTOR! , and nothing. I thought at least another patient would wake up and come see what the problem is. But, noone. Nothing.

Then “they” came in. First one, then another: two orderlies. The first came in and stood over me, staring down at me with cool indifference. Five minutes later, the second one came in. They stood next to each other, silently staring down at me with eyes of stone. That’s when I realized with horror – this is on purpose. This isn’t a bad sandwich, they poisoned me!

Another five or ten minutes later I had begun to scream messages to other patients who may have woken up, that I had been poisoned and someone needs to call 9-1-1. A white woman in her 50s came in. This wasn’t one of “them”, this was the actual night nurse on the ward. She was hysterical, but not because of me. They had got to her. She was screaming at me. “I’m a good nurse! I’ve never been in trouble! I have a perfect record! I’ve been a nurse 30 years! I….” But she did nothing to help me. She stood there next to the two orderlies who were obviously enjoying the spectacle, and screamed that the same message over and over at me. I realized, with terror, “they” had threatened her. They told her if she helps me in any way they would find something horrible to put in her file, have her fired, maybe even arrested. She’d never work as a nurse again.

The three people standing over me, the two cool-as-a-cumber orderlies and the panicked, hysterical old white woman, started to get blurry and sound far away, and I realized I was going unconscious. My body knew somehow that I was slipping into a coma. It was going to be a coma for sure, but maybe even death? My body relayed this information to me in a way I can’t explain.

All of a sudden, right before I did actually go into a coma, I became convinced these people had murdered me. The only person who knew I was in this hospital was my AA sponsor. They had probably tapped the phone, and knew he was my only contact and no relation to me. If he asked, they could just say I had been released, or tell him the HIPPA laws prevent them from telling him if I was there. He would think I just went on a drinking spree and ditched the AA program and him along with it. This is how medical-kidnapping works. They know who does or does not know where you are. He was my only contact. My friends, family, girlfriend, noone knew where I was! They could kill me and get away with it, take my body out on a gurney, put me in an ambulance, and drive me to a morgue. Incinerate me. Gone.

As I slipped into unconsciousness I heard myself say, in a childish voice, this: “But, but I haven’t helped enough people yet!” Then, lights out. And that is how I discovered we do have a soul. My mouth said it, but it wasn’t my voice, and I didn’t put thought into it. It was like a child had used my mouth to say that. The “child” was my soul, saying it to God.

The next morning I woke up still naked on the bathroom tile, covered in shit and vomit. I cleaned up and went directly to the nurses’ station to complain. As expected, they played dumb. They said I still had 15 or 16 hours to go on my 72-hour hold and refused to release me. The phone didn’t work. Each time I tried a new thing, what I expected to happen, happened. The moment I woke up I knew they would do what it takes to cover it up, Of course the people involved were long gone. “That was night shift”, they said. “This is day shift. We have no idea what night-shift does.” I was not released until approximately midnight. Time for the poison to clear.

The mental ward was part of a larger hospital. I went next door to the ER of the regular hospital and told the doc that I wanted an emergency blood-test to determine what kind of poison was used. The doc who was most likely “in on it” refused. I threatened to go to a different hospital or involve the police. He said, “You’ve had a rough day. How about a morphine drip?” The junkie in me fell for it, and I agreed to the morphine drip, knowing that this doc was most definitely “in on it”, because ER docs don’t go around offering pre-op morphine drips to strangers coming in off the streets babbling about being poisoned by the hospital next door, without even making a call to see if I was ever even a patient at the hospital next door in the first place! But I was, in fact, physically and mentally exhausted, and the doc said I could have a private room to myself and enjoy the morphine drip all night, sleep, and leave in the morning well-rested. I agreed. He put the IV line in my arm, hooked it up to the drip, and sure enough it was morphine, like he said. I enjoyed the familiar mindless floating sensation of a hospital-grade opiate for a while, and went to sleep.

I woke up the next day and discharged myself. Nobody even remembered admitting me. I wasn’t on file. I simply left the hospital. The doctor who put me on the morphine drip was gone. I was ashamed of myself because I knew he had to be “in on out” and he had bribed me with the morphine drip, and I fell for it. I feasibly could have made good on my threat, found another hospital to get a blood test, and involved the police. But how? I t was midnight, I had no car, and calling the police would’ve probably backfired on me somehow. Usually the police are “in on it” in these gangstalking situations. And if they are not, they won’t believe you anyhow. They think you are crazy. After all, who would do that to someone? Why? I might have ended up right back in the same nuthouse I just got released from if I had called the cops. Not only that, but they had enough power to put their people in a mental ward as “employees”, threaten a legit nurse who actually did work there bad enough to scare her into not helping me (and presumably to keep her mouth shut if questioned) and even sway the morals of a doctor in the ER next to the mental ward. With that kind of power, what good could the cops do, even assuming they were moral enough not to be bought or threatened?

The question remains: who? And why? I believe this originates with the CIA as one of those MK Ultra-style projects they do to experiment on the unwitting public. Beginning with the LSD experiments they did in the 1950s by slipping it into the drinks of businessmen visiting a brothel, then observing them with a 2-way mirror, the CIA has been doing psychological experiments on unsuspecting public ever since. But now, as a result of the Patriot Act, they can use Homeland Security funds to pay for gangstalking, and the CIA sub-contracts most of the work to private-sector operators, only stepping in personally when they need to. Why? Because they can. Because they have power and like to show it off. It’s technology-assisted Satanism!

David Matthew Strunk 102504
Arkansas Valley Correctional Facility
12750 Hwy 96 @ Lane 13
Ordway, CO 81034