SECTION TWELVE
Entry #0090: Paranoia and Procrastination
05-22-2009
I don't know what I'm waiting for, but whatever it is, it's inevitable.
If anyone is reading these prick-kicking articles on government
corruption, especially the ones I'm accusing, "they" should be doing
something, short of blowing up my cabin. Most likely they'd be more
subtle then that. But if I step outside, a sniper could send a bullet
into my brain. I better stay put for now.
I even called Monica down below, giving her an update, and she said she
didn't want me to get hurt. So that doused my gumption to go outside too
soon, although any tendency to do that anyway was usually thwarted by a
case of procrastination.
But I know I gotta go outside sooner or later. I gotta face the enemy.
Soon . . .
Entry #0091: The Black Van Snooping Around Again
05-25-2009
This afternoon, I decided to poke my head out of my hole - just briefly.
I climbed up the narrow stairs and out of the bomb shelter, and through
the secret hatch in my clothes closet. Then I looked out the front
window of my cabin, seeing nothing at first. Holding the edge of the
dark blue curtain aside only an inch, I peered out from time to time.
While eating an energy bar and hot black coffee, I kept looking out all
the windows for about an hour. Four coffees and six energy bars later, I
finally saw something -- the black van trundling up the dirt road! It
paused at the entrance of my dirt driveway, idled there for a minute,
then drove on up the dirt road. It also paused at Mike Smith's cabin,
then turned around and drove back down the slope and away.
What was that all about? Were they taking pictures, testing me,
trying to scare me, or what? And why did they stop at Mike's cabin too? I
still didn't know where he stood in all this, if he was a spy or what?
I climbed back down into the bunker of Area 57, closing the door and
bolting it. I'd better stay put. So now I know they know exactly where I
live. They have never come this close before. But if it wasn't for that
damned tracking device they planted on my Blazer, I'd be much safer.
But now safety is a luxury I don't have anymore.
Alright, lately I've been doing extensive research, finding updated
info, and I also cannibalized that old Armageddon article to create a
new one. So I'm gonna publish my new and improved multipart article in
Zones Unknown concerning the notorious and mysterious Secret Government,
which I mentioned earlier.
Let's see what can of worms gets opened now! Let's see what butt-ugly rats come out of the woodwork now!
Article: Conspiracies of a Secret Government: Part 1
Entry #0092: The Heroine Frame-up
05-27-2009
Alright! Those rats are fighting back now. Here's what happened.
A few days ago, two individuals tried planting several heroine bricks in
back of my Chevy Blazer in the carport late at night, but if you
recall, I had installed a security camera in there. Caught it all on
film. I reviewed it that morning. But since the two culprits were
wearing ski masks, heavy coats, and gloves, I couldn't tell who they
were.
Also, they must have jimmied the lock of my rear hatch to get in the back.
Making a long detailed story short and bittersweet, I've switched the
heroine bricks with powdered sugar I bought at Mulvern Market today, six
1 lb. bags of it. Bob Richardson, the clerk/owner, asked me about it,
and I said I was playing a practical joke on somebody. He just shook his
head, since he figured I was a pretty strange guy for a hermit that
holed up in a cabin up the slope all the time. Incidentally, I burned
all the real heroine in my trash barrel out back.
Now, the next day, I purposely speed down Mulvern Avenue, 10 mph past
the speed limit, and a police car pulled me over. The deputy found the
bricks in back, assumed they were heroine, but I told him they were
phony. He didn't believe me, because the deputy got an anonymous "hot
tip" that I was transporting heroine. Why am I not surprised? He hauled
me to the Sheriff's station and that's where the Sheriff tested the
heroine - tasting it, and fond it was NOT illegal drugs. That's when I
handed him the DVD, and showed them the footage which I had with me,
displaying two dark individuals putting the real heroine bricks
in the back of my Blazer. Since the two guys had ski masks and dark
clothes, it was hard to identify them. Plus with gloves, there'd be no
fingerprints. I told the Sheriff these two goons have been in town for
quite a while, staying at the L and M Motel, that they have been
surveilling me, and causing me grief in general. The sheriff said he'll
keep his eyes open.
Article: Conspiracies of a Secret Government: Part 2
Entry #0093: Apprehending the Two Dark Strangers
05-30-2009
I forgot to mention, when the Sheriff asked me what I did with the real
heroine, I told him I burned it out back with the rest of my trash. He
said it was evidence; I should have hung on to it. I told him I didn't
care, I wasn't gonna be caught dead with illegal drugs anywhere near me.
He said since he believed my case, he would have used it to incriminate
the real culprits. I said, I was too paranoid, and tended to do stupid
things - like dispose of illegal drugs that could toss me in prison for
several years.
Alright, it's the next day now. I got a call from the Sheriff just this
morning, and he said his two deputies located the black van -- at the L
and M Motel. No surprise there. So they apprehended the two men, took
them to the Sheriff who interrogates them, but he couldn't pin anything
on them, the footage didn't clearly place these two as the culprits, who
had ski masks covering their faces. As expected, the two denied any
involvement, pleading total ignorance. Even if the Sheriff did have the
heroine as evidence, it wouldn't have helped, especially since the
culprits' gloved hands eliminated the possibility of fingerprints. So he
had no choice but to release these two strangers. But he told me his
gut instinct was that they were the ones in the DVD, but without real
evidence, he had nothing. That sucked.
After the Sheriff gave me this unfortunate rundown, I asked him if he
had searched their motel room for the ski masks, coats, and gloves they
wore. He said his deputies did so; even searched their van. Finding
nothing. They obviously got rid of it all.
These goons are too slippery. I have to figure out how to trip them up.
Article: Conspiracies of a Secret Government: Part 3
Entry #0094: Idle Threats
06-01-2009
Well, those conspiratorial articles I'm submitting in Zones Unknown must
be getting "them" really mad! Why else were they trying to get me in
trouble, get me arrested for possession of heroine - which didn't fly,
of course. In spite of all that crap, if not because of it, I finally
decided to get up the gumption to get out, to scope the land out, see if
anything happens. Like those two goons coming out and chasing me around
the Valley, or whatever. I have a shotgun, loaded, so I now keep it
under the driver's seat of the Blazer. Gotta protect myself, you know.
So yesterday, a pretty warm day, I stopped to get some well-needed
groceries at Mulvern Market, and when I came out I found a note under my
left windshield wiper. It read, "If you don't shut up, we'll shut you up!"
What kind of idle threat is that? I laughed - but I wondered just
how serious "they" were about this. "They" haven't shut me up yet. But
then my articles are aggravating "them" now, ruffling their feathers
again. I know and "they" know I have freedom of speech, but then since
"they" don't represent any legal authority (as far as I know), they can
do to me whatever they want.
Then I discovered that my tires were slashed - all four of them! Holy shit!
I guess the note was just an afterthought.
Article: Conspiracies of a Secret Government: Part 4
Entry #0095: The Break-in
06-04-2009
As soon as possible, I had to buy new tires at Joe's Garage, after his
toe truck towed me there. It was evening, the sun was going down while I
waited, drank bitter coffee in the tiny lobby, and read a year old Popular Mechanics mag. There was an article about the advantages to using ethanol fuel. I was totally bored!
While I sat there, I began thinking, why haven't these dark-clad goons
done anything more severe? Was it all just a scare tactic? Are they here
to just observe my actions? It occurred to me, perhaps they want to do
more, but they're waiting orders from H.Q. - to do something more
extreme perhaps, to shut me up permanently. So far, they have done
nothing as horrible as I can imagine. And I can imagine a lot of
horrible scenarios: capture and torture, then interrogation, or blow my
cabin up with me in it, shoot me in the head, tie a rope to my feet and
in their van drag me through the rocks along some treacherous dirt road -
and so forth.
Finished at the auto shop, I drove home. But when I got back to the
cabin, I discovered that somebody broke in. Alright, I didn't imagine
that, so I was surprised. Evidently the robber knew I was gone, since
the slashed tires were to keep me from going home right away. Crafty yet
despicable.
So they were looking for something in the cabin, which was all a jumble -
furniture turned upside down, cushions ripped open, papers tossed
around, drawers pulled out, clothes and whatnot strewn everywhere. But I
suspect whoever it was left empty-handed. I had nothing too important
in the cabin itself; in fact, I didn't have much of anything, just
necessities I had meagerly accumulated since I moved to the Valley last
year in the Autumn.
I watched the security footage on my computer, rewound to when it took
place. Via the outside camera hidden on the porch, I saw a grey-hooded
man come to the cabin, up on the porch, jimmying the front door and
entering. And then in several minutes I saw him leave. I saw the man go
to a car down the road a ways. I squinted my eyes, and zoomed in to get a
better view. Holy shit! It looked an awful lot like Calvin's car! But
in this dim evening light, I couldn't be positive. Alright, I did
recognize a bumper sticker in the exact place as the one on his car. It
was some stupid thing that said, "I HONK for Roadrunners," and I could
make out the "HONK" fairly well.
So why Calvin? Of all people! Why would he do this? Why would he betray me? He was a friend. Or so I thought.
Was he recruited by those two goons? And if so, was he looking for my
computer with all of my accumulated information in it? I was glad he had
no idea about my secret place, Area 57, where he could have found
everything he needed to ruin me.
But I was shocked that Calvin was a part of this whole scheme. I thought
he was a friend, someone I could trust. So it was clear that "they" got
to him.
Article: Conspiracies of a Secret Government: Part 5
Entry #0096: Confronting Calvin
06-07-2009
The very next day I went down to Calvin's place on Mountain View Road
and confronted him, yelling at the traitor, "What the hell were you
doing in my cabin?!" I had a baseball bat with me, swung it a few times
for effect, and that scared him into a stammering pile of jelly.
He nervously admitted that these odd dark-suited men came to him and
said they would pay him handsomely if he did what they instructed, and
they already gave him ten grand up front. I growled at him, "And you
would betray a friend?" Calvin said he was in dire straits, facing
bankruptcy due to too many credit cards, so they would pay him if he
helped. He was a collector of stupid ceramic knick-knacks and antiques,
not to mention he recently purchased a large Winnebago RV for traveling
around, plus a billiard table, and several items of body-building
equipment. So I wasn't surprised that he got himself in serious debt.
So when he planned to break into my cabin, they told him to wait for me
to be gone, then break in. They helped out by delaying me: the silly
note and slashed tires. He was instructed to find any CDs with any
incriminating and revealing information, and snatch my computer, to
destroy all this, which I suspected all along. But he found nothing,
because everything he wanted was down in Area 57 beneath the cabin,
which he didn't know existed. Even if he did find the hatch in the
closet and entered, the metal door below was padlocked in triplicate.
The whole time I've got everything he's saying on the micro-recorder,
hidden in my buckskin jacket pocket. I'll use this as evidence if need
be.
Article: The Secret Government and the Bible Prophecy Conspiracy: Part 1
Entry #0097: Another Secret Society Comes Out of the Woodwork
06-09-2009
Alright. As everyone knows, I already submitted that old article on the
Armageddon Conspiracy here in Chronicles of Area 57, if you recall, (see
blog entry on 5-16-09) and also I've been publishing the Secret
Government articles for Zones Unknown, to stir things up -- at my own
stupid risk. So now, just yesterday, I've been contacted via cell phone,
by someone representing a benevolent secret group that must remain
hidden and nameless to the public, he tells me. He says that his outfit
is fighting against this secret government and the Armageddon Plan. I
recorded our phone conversation so I could submit it here. But I'll skip
the boring introductions. He gave me a phony name: John.
John: "We're fighting a most peculiar cold war with what we call the New World Order groups, for lack of a better name."
Stark: "I figured I stumbled into something bad."
John: "So you found out about the Armageddon Initiative."
Stark: "Yeah, I connected a few dots to figure that out. Something in
an old article I wrote and then from a particular source who contacted
me some time ago, a defector of that outfit. He told me something called
the Group is behind the whole scheme."
John: "Yes, but this is just an ambiguous cover name, to protect its real name, which is not known to the public."
Stark: "I'm not surprised. But isn't this the same group people call the Illuminati?"
John: "A misnomer. That's what the uniformed call it. Mostly conspiracy theorists that don't know any better."
Stark: "I thought as much."
John: "But this is interesting that a defector contacted you. That's rare. But plausible."
Stark: "Yeah. Unfortunately, he stopped e-mailing me. I think they got him."
John: "Most likely."
Stark: "He gave me a phony name - Frank."
John: "I wonder just how frank he was. He could have been giving you misinformation, just to throw you off."
Stark: "I considered that. But his intel checked out with research I had
done some years ago for some articles I wrote, uncovering crucial
secrets the government obviously doesn't want the public to know about."
John: "A dangerous undertaking."
Stark: "Which is why I've been trying to hide out. Not too successfully though."
John: "Yes, we know this. Agents from the Group were sent to observe you, and to capture you if their orders called for it."
Stark: "I don't care anymore. I'm pissed off about all this."
John: "But now that they've found you, just be careful."
Stark: "So exactly how did they find me?"
John: "It could have been any number of advanced high-tech means.
Satellite surveillance, triangulation, tracking you online, etc."
Stark: "I thought I was so careful."
John: "Evidently not."
Stark: "My friend Leo Stroud helped me out, like setting me up with an
e-mail address scrambler, and disabling the GPS in my cell phone. He
also showed me how to use RDC, or Remote Desktop Connection, which
confuses anyone trying to find me while I'm surfing online."
John: "These methods helped for a while, I'm sure, or slowed them down,
but eventually they located you. For instance, even if you did remove
your GPS chip, it may have only delayed them if they used triangulation
techniques. They're persistent and cunning."
Stark: "Alright then, how did you find me?"
John: "We had our eye on you all along - never lost sight of you.
Satellite surveillance. We watched you as you drove cross-country and
arrived in the high desert. But I suspect those particular Group agents
lost you when you slipped out of Sioux Falls, although they did find you
eventually."
Stark: "Took them several months. But since you kept track of me, why didn't you contact me earlier?"
John: "We couldn't. The enemy was watching and listening, or waiting for
you and us to connect. We couldn't afford that yet. Apparently when you
published your Armageddon Conspiracy article back in 2003, they began
raising their eyebrows, but now and then you continued to refer to their
otherwise unknown agenda in various magazines articles, and in
different e-zines and web sites, and your blogs too, so then they
attempted to stop you - until you conveniently disappeared from Sioux
Falls. But since you recently put up your series of conspiratorial
articles attempting to expose their scheme once again, all bets are off
and we've decided to take the risk in contacting you."
Stark: "Exactly what is your outfit called?"
John: "I can't disclose it's real name, not to anyone. Only members know it."
Stark: "I get it. I'd have to become a member first."
John: "Yes. But we don't just let anyone join. Although you are a
possible candidate - mainly because you've inadvertently stumbled into
this whole mess that most people have only heard about via unbelievable
and highly questionable conspiracy theories.
Stark: "But I'm sure they started with security leaks, and just vague suspicions from connecting certain dots here and there."
John: "Exactly. Also, both the Group and our organization require the
utmost secrecy. And since our existence is not known to most people, we
recruit secretly. No one finds us. We find you."
Stark: "Makes sense. So about 'this whole mess,' it's definitely a
world-wide takeover endeavor, not just a few nations here and there,
like the USA, right?"
John: "Yes, in a nutshell, but there's more about all this that I can't
divulge right now. Of course, the usual conspiracy theorists and
researchers have their wild ideas, some of which are close to true,
others just ludicrous. But those who hit it on target and keep it up,
they either disappear -or end up dead."
Stark: "That doesn't sound good at all."
So as much as I hope I haven't exactly hit it too much on target,
I have a sinking feeling that I have already. That was the gist of our
conversation, for what it's worth. But as the old cliché goes, the plot
thickens.
Article: The Secret Government and the Bible Prophecy Conspiracy: Part 2
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