It’s time for the great reminder of all the things you actually did instead of what you think you were and are doing. Enjoy the first bits and pieces. Trust me, there is a lot more to come other than this, but this gives a little example in the complete delusional and heavily torturous nature and the great derailment behind it all.
I can’t even write this directly on my blog now; the freaks have been shitting with my mini-server again, so I’m just writing this in Libreoffice. Hey, anything to ruin someone’s life, right. It’s only been 13 years now, so why don’t you go on for a bit more, don’t you?
Imagine that you plan such a freakshow in advance ‘ey 🙂
All right Guam (so second half February 2013). It was a small tournament, and it got obvious really quickly that they knew me and had prepared nonsense, which was rapidly becoming the standard then and obviously was extremely alarming. Horrible things had happened the weeks preceding, and my whole life was going wrong really rapidly.
I was still in talking stage with my classmate, but not for too long anymore to be fair. And soon she would join the ranks of the deliberately making schizophrenic campaign, so that obviously let to disaster as well. People wouldn’t talk anymore, they would follow programs.
So for example I said only when I arrived in Guam two short things:
Me: I booked a cheaper place than the one the organization offered (which I immediately regretted by the way, but yeah).
Her: Oh, because you do not have any money, right?
And
Me: At customs they warned me that I should bring my right passport, haha!
Her: blahblahblah
These two replies alone and by itself were alarming enough. Things would get better, trust me.
( 1) Note the haha 2) in reality the guy who worked there should, as usual, go back to grade one, because it was clearly written, just like in my current passport, that it’s a replacement passport of the previous one. But obviously in those days none of any form of brain cell activity could be detected. Just program after program after program, and guess what, that would only become worse. Quite alarming.)
Anyway, Guam was a small tournament, but let’s focus on one ‘incident’. So halfway the tournament there comes someone from I think Murrica to visit the tournament, and as it was a pretty relaxed tournament and I probably had already finished my game and was half hanging around there we started talking a bit. However this dude was there with an agenda.
He came there, and I’ll give the short version; this dude was kinda obsessed about all the Japanese girls out there (I think Guam is supposed to be a popular holiday destination for younger folk or folk who just graduated or so, but I hardly paid notice to be fair), and that if you’d go to a night club, the Japanese girls would stand next to the dancefloor looking at everything obediently and willingly, and you could feel the sexual energy all around you, and what not, and really was capable to on and on about that for quite some time, while every now and then laughing like a retard.
Now that was the important part. Actually in reality I was just chilling there, it’s a nice holiday place (food is shit though), and together with Elsa and her husband and some polish dude sometimes and there was some fairly chill murrican soldier participating actually (they got a base there) we visited some pubs. I was not in the mood to visit a night club at all, not even for fucking sexual energy so to say. I hadn’t been to one in ages anyway, that wasn’t my thing anymore. No I was just chilling. The core of the conversations I will write down later, in some other post, however this dude had a different agenda; the retarded laughing combined with complete and utter bullshit.
So some six months before they drugged me up with MDMA. Dopamine and serotonine campaigns is what they were and are obsessed with, right. These are psychiatrists and autists who then shittalk to others and come up with the most lunatic nonsense that they thought they could force through by creating a little RPG with a Sam and a Fuckhead and a Donkey. Now obviously, life is not that simple, but if you’re an autistic freak sitting on a fucking chair then it is.
So the next 24 hours they were doing that while actually torturing me, or artificially inducing anxiety by being extremely threatening and then torturing they also had, especially for the later hours the fake laughing stuff brought with them. It was important and imperative that this was shown as being the greatest of greatest fun to them, that is that were torturing someone, and it obviously was the biggest success since sliced bread.
They were so convinced of their success that when the whole thing started someone was pretending to be mentally challenged and acting like it so to say, and some 20 hours later when I had sobered up mostly he was just laughing at me showing that had just be acting and actually was a ‘normal’ person and that I was an idiot. And they had been going on like that for a long time anyway.
In reality I had noticed immediately that it was just another acting imbecile and was simply wondering what the hell was wrong with him, but that was obviously a bit over their heads.
So again, thank you 君穎, for believing in me btw, and not having listened to the hobbies of a bunch of completely derailed freaks LOL. Oh but you did listen to them, my bad!
Anyway this was hyperimportant. The Freudian based lunatic laughing while torturing kind of nonsense thing. Heck, they even hired (amongst others) a former Chess World Champion for that job! And more imbeciles. Because your Freud obsession runs deep, even when you are a) simply wrong and b) doing things that you should never ever be doing, and are so obsessed with them that every failure has to be a reason to come up with more of it.
A few weeks later (after the drugging up stuff) Iris came around for the second time, and we would go biking around the island. Now finally, I was actually totally single, had gotten rid of some dumb shit, etcetc. And we essentially planned to go around the island. This time though, the whole fucking retard industry was going to meddle with it, which, as usual, would lead to disaster.
Before the first time Iris came around, which was 2 years earlier, I could hardly bike because of my back. I always biked alone, but yeah I’m very used to that so that’s no big deal. However she’s be here for a long, but we would go biking for 4 days I think it was. That time I just completely organized it myself, we just did everything without any dumb intervention by any moron, and something really amazing happened: My backpain disappeared. After like the first one hundred something kilometer I was amazed; I hadn’t taken one painkiller yet (and that shit didn’t work at all anyway, I used to take half a pack every 100km or so). It was only over the counter stuff, I never really went to the doctor for the heavier shit (you get addicted to that, so yeah).
Anyway, my backpain completely disappeared! And to be fair, never has come back. Just biking with a good old friend (we always had been ‘good old friends’) fixed that issue almost permanently. Not the core problem, and obviously I’m still suffering from it tremendously (they reactivated that on purpose, we’ll get to that in due time), but not on a bicycle.
On a bicycle I’m still pain free. I see a job for you there! How about hiring more imbeciles to slam metal on metal and yell and scream a bit more or so? Just a piece of advice ‘ey. As lunatic as this may sound, this is actually what they’ve been obsessed with and actually have been doing for over a decade now.
So we went biking. Now Iris was clearly instructed this time to say a lot of garbage about her latest boyfriend, who wasn’t Dutch, heck, he wasn’t even Asian! He was from Africa actually. I mean whatever. But they went a bit further. So I had already planned to go out for a daytrip with ‘someone I had known for a long time’ up to then, to 九分. These days they like repeating that for some reason. We had planned it in advance, and as no one and absolutely no one was remotely positive about us (yeah that’s easy to notice, both that you all knew and that the Taiwanese freaks had their fucking overlords ready), I didn’t bother telling anyone. It was a nice daytrip. We should have gone on longer trips I guess if there was some opportunity, but we didn’t. And when we could everything was ruined already. Then in the subsequent years they could have fixed it in five minutes, but they never did because you’re gonna read what a great success this program was and is.
So when I returned from out daytrip I thought we would just do a few kilometers and then just stay somewhere or so, or just stay in Taipei. But when I returned to the new place of one of my former flatmates (everyone always used to like to hang out with Iris anyway, so spending the day was ez), they had two ‘new murricans’ lined up. While I couldn’t really say exactly where I had been, the two Murricans knew, and just laughed at me, in the disdainful way, the exact same Freudian whatever the shit these people are way. The same as this Guam guy. The same as the drugging up and torture one. That one. They had also brainwashed Iris, so she wasn’t happy either. And trust me, neither was I. What the fuck are these Murricans even meddling with, right. It’s not your fucking life or that of some Taiwanese moral hazard or some donkeybrain who owns a fucking pub or some cop who takes MDMA before fucking or some freak who has big opinions or WHATEVER THE FUCKING FUCK. It’s my own fucking life, and you’re not the one to judge over it.
Anyway, so I wasn’t happy either (no I was very unhappy about this), and then I just said ‘ok, ok, you want to go biking? Let’s go now’ And we went biking, but my style. And that obviously didn’t go well, I went way too fast and it was getting dark, and the road I took gets pretty dark, which I didn’t know actually. Anyway, after a few hours Iris started crying and whatnot and yeah. We did find a place to stay I think around 3 am.
The next day we biked for the final time, some 60km to 臺中 and then took a train back to 高雄. We never biked again, she wanted to but I didn’t feel like it.
And that’s the story of how in one day they managed to ruin two relationships! Two of my best ones, one was just a really good friend and other, well, we all know. It just happened after all those years, whatever the fuck you think of it, I don’t care.
But it’s an amazing thing, and truly one of the greatest accomplishments the world has ever seen, because being such a bunch of fuck-ups succeeding in such a great endeavour truly is not easy. Then they must have been so full of the success of their greatness that they sent someone with the same agenda to Guam. Trust me, again, the weeks before (Guam) had been horrendous, so it was really obvious that they were completely fucking up.
But to them it wasn’t. This was probably the greatest success ever seen. So later they really made sure me and Iris would never bike again by faking a crash where she broke all her bones (this was during the 13 years of absolute glorious and still ongoing torture and reprogramming) and could never bike again, and what happened between me and 君穎 we will get to in due time.
That is really gruelling.
They could also have fixed most of this shit at (almost) any point in time a bit later, but they refused. They really were doing some really great stuff and the success of it was proving that this was a real thing. I mean, how hard is it to accept that if you really consistently infuriate someone then at some point you’re gonna get a fist in your face in exactly the same way as you have been trying to do.
Oh boy oh boy, what a surprise. Just fuck off, what exactly is your problem?
So 君穎 was hired to support the greatest of greatest program, because it’s obvious that nothing could ever be wrong with that, and Iris and I have now officially ceased being friends, for almost two years now. Just like 12-13 years ago I posted that stuff online so you would know forever what you actually had done instead of you were saying, thinking, announcing and doing. Same two years ago. Anyway, we are officially not friends anymore. We met twice in the meantime, she had to put a fake tone on, just like others had to, and especially the second, and final time we met (both where when I was in the Netherlands around 6-7 years ago).
A fantastic success. They truly destroyed everything, and these people spent by now fifteen fucking years on just that. Actually it’s longer, but yeah. And they can’t even pay for it this delusional shit. They just come up with more bullshit.
君穎 and I talked briefly around 2019 or so. I was in dire straits, because the alcohol problem was becoming really creepy and I was being tortured by my own family members, there was fake psychiatry, the Dutch were complying with the shitprogram on insane levels as well (going as far as interfering in live programs and what not, etc, etc, etc)
She lied about a whole bunch of stuff, one of which shows your narcissism so well: She had to say that she had dated a guy during her time in the great country of OZZ, but especially that he was from Mainland China. With Iris they hired my former classmates to stand next to me and out of nothing talk to each other about some experience from 北京2006 (I’m not even shitting) and saying that in the end she slept with a Korean guy. (Around 2010 they said that).
Seriously, I don’t care, and secondly
Wow guys, holy shit. You freaks are narcissists if I ain’t ever seen one.
But hey in the great world of narcissism it’s very important to hire people to show off your Asian greatness and Korean hearts I guess?
Yeah so 君穎 was uttering complete bullshit, but whatever. Anyway, I’d have invited her over to NL, but yeah, she had a boyfriend I guess and he knew about me and hated me. Whatever. And she said I could visit her anytime I wanted, but she lied about that. I came back to Taiwan and the fake pandemic was in full swing, and they knew fucking everything and were just obsessed with torture and hyperimportant programs, which in reality they should just have backed off quite heavily. I turned completely impossible myself after receiving that treatment, which was exactly what they wanted so they could show off more of their hyperimportant plans and suck themselves off knowing how well they knew my ‘real intentions’.
But they can’t just simply back off like that after having conducted such an atrocity. They’re too dumb for that, and too superior, and furthermore: The show must go on! But of course if you plan such a load of nonsense over a decade in advance you’re gonna run into some problems. Needless to say that is too complicated of course, but at the same time only when you’re completely retarded you’re not going to understand that.
Anyway. They sent a guy like that to Guam.
That is how obsessed they were.
And sadly enough, still are.
So the next point I’ll give you in advance: In Guam they already told me that they knew what they had done. They also had already prepared their freak show, and essentially told me ‘to travel lightly’ (as in move fast from place to place, which I completely refused to do, right. I just wanted to be left alone – at the very least.).
We’ll get to this at some point. Welcome to the ‘this is what you actually did’ 系列. I hope you enjoy it. It will read like an introduction on your on depravity, so if you can’t handle that then just don’t fucking read, or just conduct the therapies that you threw on me on your fucking self.
Sounds familiar, doesn’t it. Maybe those words have been on repeat for well over a decade now?
Maybe huh.
Enjoy!
