A Seven Year Chronicle
In Hijacking America: Part IV, I described my actions and the government response: discredit, surveillance, economic isolation & attempted entrapment. This is a far cry from our Constitutionally-guaranteed right to due process. In fact, it is because of our government’s zeal to conceal the true nature of our Post-9/11 Fascist America, that I learned a wide variety of our government’s dirty tricks, which I will share for everyone’s benefit.
Keep in mind, evidence of dirty tricks is difficult to prove beyond a reasonable doubt, which is why dirty tricks are so successful. What little evidence that may remain is usually enough for the discerning eye, but not enough to withstand the ensuing discrediting campaign. In Contact, starring Jodie Foster, her claims of alien contact were substantiated only by 24 hours of video fuzz. Likewise, I published Bitcoin’s Dirty Secret through CryptoCoinsNews.com on December 11, 2107. However, the only remaining evidence of my article ever being posted to the site is indirect: this screen capture showing that bots crawled the URL and the myriad duplicate articles bearing the same name scattered across the internet.
(Note: Pseudonyms are used to protect those involved in my seven-year investigation. They were just doing their job. No hard feelings.)
Part I, The Tipoff: Surveillance
It’s summer of 2012 and the Executive Director for Air Force Investigations just checked out my LinkedIn profile forgetting to put the profile in private mode. I’m inclined to believe that the ED had no intentions of offering me a job. Shortly thereafter, a man with a military-style haircut, black suit and sunglasses cased my house in Berkley, Michigan from his black SUV. Since my home office sat in the front of the house, I frequently saw him approaching. Our eyes met as Mr. Man In Black peered into my office window from his vehicle to see me looking right back at him. On one occasion, I noticed him parked a few houses down from mine, just out of my natural view. This was my chance to investigate him, I thought. I approached his SUV and knocked on his window to offer my assistance, when he looked away as if to hide his face from my view. Annoyed at his discourteous behavior, I took down the plate number from the rear of the vehicle, Michigan requires just one plate at the tail end of the car, and promptly walked inside to report him to FBI.gov. He didn’t come around after that.
Undercover Housemates: “Stacy”
Turning to more aggressive tactics, a mid-30’s woman, “Stacy,” of slender build responded to my Craigslist post for a housemate in Berkley, MI. In the normal course of getting to know a potential roommate, I learned that she worked for the Air Force and had an active clearance. She then just went for it. She exclaimed her vehemence for the government’s role in 9/11 and immediately confirmed my suspicion that she was an attempted plant.
I wasn’t shy about expressing my discontent for our role in the 9/11 attacks — as a Detroiter, I know a demolition when I see one — and now, apparently, that insight would be used against me in an attempt to gain my trust. What she was after, I didn’t know, but the government clearly had no plans to bring me in for questioning. Needless to say, I didn’t take her as a housemate. Instead, I thanked her for stopping by and told her that I was unlikely to take a female roommate. She called a week or two later feigning the need for help and hoping that I’d take the bait of sex. I passed.
Learning Point #1: Trust is a Weapon
If you find yourself on the wrong end of government surveillance, this is an important point to keep in mind: investigators will learn of your preferences and opinions and use them to build rapport with you. Thinking that you have something in common with your new friend, you are more inclined to open up and trust. Once they have your trust, you are more easily led into their carefully planned entrapment. Investigators will learn of our preferences through open sources like Facebook, casual conversation, and especially through smartphone eavesdropping. As long as your phone or Alexa-like device is within earshot, the government will hear every word you say. You don’t even need to be on a call. If you think this is batty, I’ll corroborate my claim later with an instance that you may find disquieting.
Undercover Housemates: “Isaac”
Shortly afterward the Stacy visit in 2013, “Isaac” moved in. He graduated from a rival university, worked full time, was tidy and seemed like an average, normal guy. We got along just fine. He did his thing and I did mine. We hung out on occasion. I demonstrated a live Forex trade in which I had just one pip (percentage-in-point) at-risk ahead of a Fed decision for a total of $100 at-risk. The move ran in my favor for 100+ pips, a gain of more than $10,000 on a $100 bet. This was my first big win and I had not yet learned the value of profit taking. I gave back most of my gains, and just as importantly, learned that I had a skill to build upon. I had my suspicions about anyone who would become a roommate after the Stacy encounter. Isaac did very deliberately ask me if I owned a weapon and carefully studied my face for any hint of deception, which I found peculiar, but I enjoyed Isaac’s acquaintance, chose to keep my suspicions to myself and rolled with it. Out of nowhere, he was unusually and surprisingly stressed — a clear deviation from his baseline posture — and yelled down from his upstairs pad about something that he could not have known without reading my journal. His cover was blown and within a week, he moved out of the house. This would later become a recurring theme: people tipped their hand with information that they could only have known by reading my file or my journals — a clear indicator that they were undercover.
It was around this time that I put out a couple feelers for employment locally in logistics, which yielded no response. I felt that my job inquiries may have suffered from interference, but I couldn’t be sure. Instead, I turned to contract sales and consulting, which for me was a natural fit.
Trading Note: If you’re new to trading, know this: traders tend to talk about their wins while keeping their losses quiet. I’ve twice turned $2,500 into $80k in six and two months respectively. The first time, I ran it back down to $2,500. My girlfriend was not pleased. The second time, I managed to recover at $40k. It’s a process. Don’t let anyone fool you.
Learning Point #2: Understand Baseline Behavior & Changes to Baseline
Key to understanding the people around you and whether their intentions are good is to understand their baseline behavior. A baseline can be determined by how an individual or group responds to a stimulus. There is also a cultural baseline of how new acquaintances behave with one another. It is important to understand the baseline in order to determine if changes in the baseline are routine or not. With that in mind, it takes just one slip to prove that you are dealing with someone other than who they purport to be.
Learning Point #3: Know What You’ve Disclosed and to Whom
In conjunction with a baseline behavioral read, know what you’ve disclosed and to whom. When dealing with covert investigators, they will have read your file before engaging you to plan how they will ascertain the information that they seek. Their advanced knowledge of your insights and behaviors is a double-edged sword. If the investigator is adept at knowing what they’ve learned from you, the target, what they’ve learned from your file, and keeping the two separate, then they’re doing well. However, this is easier said than done. In the course of casual conversation, the investigator is likely to unwittingly disclose file-based knowledge through an overt statement or in their questioning, as if they were leading the witness. One unintended slip of private information or allusion to knowledge of the same and you have confirmation of a sleuth on your hands.
Learning Point #4: Threat Assessment
Undercover housemates will always attempt to determine the degree to which you pose a threat to their safety. This initial question and careful studying of my face for deception proved to be a consistent indicator with each of my four undercover housemate situations.
Undercover Housemates: “Richard”
After Isaac checked out, two males responded to my rental listing. Since there was no indication that the investigation was over, my baseline assumption was that they were both potentially undercover. At this point, it was clear that the government was intent on planting housemates to continue their investigation. If that were to be the case, I theorized, then it was in my interest to provide full transparency into my life in order to help expedite the research and conclusion process whereupon the government would eventually conclude that I wasn’t a threat, possessed no classified information, and potentially would let me return to normalcy. Anything I did to obstruct their research efforts would only prolong the investigation. So, with that in mind, while I assumed future housemates to be undercover investigators, each of which eventually proved to be so, I welcomed them into my home nevertheless.
Richard was the first to respond and meet. He also showed up to measure the upstairs apartment while “Brian” and I were discussing living arrangements. Brian and I shared a lot in common; athletic and entertaining, he would have made for an excellent wingman at the bar. Richard was simply more aggressive in moving in. He assumed the close, which I appreciated as a salesman. I later realized that was the last that I would appreciate about this guy. He did more to nettle me than any other housemate.
Richard was a total oddball — and yes, dude, you’re on spotlight. He claimed to be 23, was definitely closer to 28, spoke perfect Russian when drunk, graduated from a local liberal arts school, absolutely sucked at poker, had two-faced cover-blowing friends, purposely made a mess in the kitchen just to irk me, elicited a growl upon meeting my dog, Happy, a near impossible feat, attempted to discredit me with my neighbors, and appeared to have a thing for me. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. You do you, but I’ll pass, thank you.
I don’t specifically recall exactly what it was that confirmed my beliefs that he was undercover; I’d have to dig deep into my journals for that. Nevertheless, I decided that if he was going to mess with me, I was going to return the favor. I took to telling him that I knew he was undercover and that he sucked at his job. In fact, I took great pleasure in telling him this since he really didn’t know how to respond. It later came back to me from someone else that people didn’t appreciate being told that they sucked at their job. Go figure. I found it both entertaining and ridiculous that I was supposed to care for the feelings of people who were assigned to investigate me without a warrant. With that said, Richard, I meant no harm. I was merely annoyed and frustrated that you had full reign of the house, did everything you could to get under my skin, and took your time investigating.
At one point, a lady friend and I spoke through the night and into the early hours of the morning. Richard, rising for work the next morning, looked exhausted and absolutely miserable. I had not yet established a daily trading routine so getting to sleep at a normal hour was of less importance to me. That he looked so completely wretched — and gave me an equally nasty look — made me wonder if he had a poor night of rest as a result of my late night phone call. I decided to test the theory knowing that I had the advantage of stamina and flexible working hours. As expected, he began taking the next day off from work to catch up on sleep. I pushed the issue, stacking late night calls in successive nights, completely throwing off his sleep schedule. One of the following mornings, I rose early to trade on just a few hours of sleep and blasted, “Happy,”…on repeat…for probably two hours or more. Richard absolutely lost it. He slammed open my office door pulling his hair out and screamed, “Will you shut that shit off?!” Years later, I still laugh at the irony that a song about happiness could produce such a vile response. Better yet, it was good to know that I could get under his skin too.
Perhaps the most salient instance of overt surveillance occurred the morning after I had another late night talk, this one, an intimate video chat with the same woman who I had recently started dating. I was still in bed the next morning when Richard came downstairs to shower, pausing at my room to tell me not to expose myself on my phone. So now, it seemed, that not only was I under surveillance, but the investigator was disregarding the need for cover, perhaps because it was already blown, and now felt compelled to give me advice. Perhaps he had access to my iPhone video chats and didn’t want to watch me, which I would understand. Nevertheless, suspicion confirmed, many times over.
Learning Point #5: Profile Everyone
If someone graduates from a liberal arts school and speaks fluent Russian, there is a high probability that he’s employed by the government. That’s a valuable skill and liberal arts schools are heavy recruiting centers for our intelligence agencies. While profiling isn’t always accurate, it gives you a head start by providing insight into what to expect from your baseline analysis.
Learning Point #6: Seek to Understand the Purpose Behind Your Target’s Actions
Understanding the intent of your interlocutor will strengthen your resilience against their actions. To reach understanding of their objectives, observe your target’s actions in the context of a potentially desired result and then test your theories. With reference to Richard, he aimed to chip away at my sanity knowing that order and cleanliness were important to me. The process of nettling is to arouse annoyance and anger with persistent minor action. He took to spilling sauce in the refrigerator, one time doing so within a day after I cleaned it, and clogging the kitchen sink too often to be coincidental. While he never fully stopped the nettling, he slowed the pace of his psychological subversion campaign after I finally demanded that he clean up his mess and stood there supervising until he had done so.
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