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Techno_War, Mobile Alabama, Weapons Hub, Cops Same Voice Output, Different Vocal Chords
by Kurt Brown -- Saint Ram Bone
Sunday, Feb. 03, 2008 at 8:37 PM
Prison Planet Earth (PPE)
Below I have placed the post from Mobile Audit Club on the Quatrains 6 page. I believe we are in a technological war and losing, Also Gambling Is Killing Good Dogs and Good Men, Money Laundering and Murder by Regimes Gambling Magnates
Segment February 3, 2008: UGH_weapon_DIPOLE_man_PTSD_fact_FICTION_never_SERVE_ugh_INHUMANE
I once heard someone say that Ugh controlled the world. What is
ugh? (Pronounced ug as in thug) That backwards beast with no concern for us.
I have often stood watching the nightmare of my own life and
then wondering what happened to those on my ship in the Navy. I would never
volunteer for them or return to that life of desperate servitude to Ugh again.
They have spat upon me in ways I could not imagine. Their followers are
not always bad, often just misled.
I was looking up some old Navy men from my ship. I found
one, an engineer, who is now training engineers in a company that services Naval
vessels. His life seemed normal but despite his extraordinary skill, he spends his life toiling for a war machine that is inadequate to kill all of the humane, only some of us, so he has failed in tapping his mental capacity, unlike Galileo Galilei, a mathematician and engineer who invented useful things but who was was jailed and labeled insane for having valid original thought.
Then I was looking for my old Captain. Having served
in Vietnam he was a little rough edged but fair in most respects, and in
retrospect, he was a young man pursuing his career. I did not serve
in Vietnam and I developed an attitude about the Navy early on. It was
bull sh-t. Of course considering I may have been an experiment or
sequestered through a dental bridge when a root canal and crown would have worked better from a chewing vantage, and possible neuron enhancement or
placement by genetic manipulation or direct placement on the Central Nervous System (CNS) to couple to the metal in my mouth and any manipulations to the brain coupled with microchip type technology or more adanced CNS manipulation and metal alloy experiments, I truly regret that nightmare
fiasco and would never advise anyone to serve in the military, and in hindsight
of physics and genetics training I have put myself through, I would seek a wife
with wide hips for childbirth and have her birth the child away from public
contact due to the unseen genetics manipulation factor discussed in the segment below utilizing bubble physics and genetics manipulations tools. Of course I can not run from
what they may have done to me.
I found this guy when I was looking for him, Thomas Cavanaugh.
But how could that be, that Thomas Cavanaugh is dead, and why did he come up on
my
Google search for Thomas Barnett Navy. So I looked at the source code
for the page and searched for Barnett and found it, but I had to go backwards
for Thomas. Then I discovered there was a Robert Barnett on the same page,
but no Thomas. Here is a string of the source code after I did a find,
CTRL-F, on the source.
"%3Fq%3Dthomas%2Bj%2B%2Bbarnett%2Bnavy%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3"
I have not released my old Navy Ship commanders photo, but he
and Thomas Cavanaugh looked eerily alike, despite the years difference in aging.
Albeit they were both generic pretty boys with the same smile, hair color, ears,
and Adam's apple.
So why the slip in source code, and why in reverse. Thomas
Cavanaugh to me equals, Sameth Ugh A NAVY AC, meaning I tend to read to much
into things and I realize it, but I live in a theoretical Hell, and after all, I
was brought up poor in the "Village of the damned", Mobile Alabama. Of
course it could have been Los Angeles, which in my experience I believe could
have been worse. A young guy named Wiseman I knew when I was a child came back from
Vietnam and killed himself allegedly, found dead in a car behind a Bellas Hess
superstores, its roof shaped like Arab tents.
The death is truth but this is purely theoretical and exemplifies extreme distrust and
of the USA government since my experience as a federal bank examiner in
which I was attacked for reporting money laundering and murder and testing for a
murderer at my past employer, the FDIC, which terminates people to make way for
their war crime syndicates. Then I was attacked by the government and
injected against my will and I have been tortured and my life thrown to wolves,
just like other veterans who can not speak now (see
continuing problems). It appears I was serving on the wrong side in
the fight with Ugh.
Or perhaps Ugh controls both sides, and collects payments, as in
Alternating Current, one dead, one alive. Welcome to my nightmare.
It is true life and I mean no disrespect to Thomas Barnett, Thomas
Cavanaugh, or Robert Barnett. I am like a POW camp survivor. Even
they allow forced injections while under Ugh. See the federal Ugh, and see
the Presidential Candidate in the charade election, Arizona Senator Thomas
McCain and his Chapter 36 Law clause that allows forced injections on anyone the
regime wants to call insane, e.g. government informants on the crime syndicates
robbing the American working class. Ugh likely dictated the law to his
state in 2001 when Ugh got ugly, which was before the 9-11 incident and the
attack on the world by the USA regime of Ugh once again.
Many are hoping for a global war or apparently a cessation of suffering and
bitterness felt by humane humans. They expect it to be 9-1-2008 or sometime in Late August 2008.
I had a dream, and the dream asked, "Do you remember the war from 2012".
It was just a dream. Now I know why many women opt out from having
children. It is the sane thing to do in insane circumstances.
G-d damn the regime in power. Never again. Ugh
rules. Ugh is over the military. Ugh is counted out from mine if I
have a say so henceforth. Protect your unborn young and realize your
genetic code may have been tampered with, for better, or in most cases, for
worse.
On theoretical physics, murder, mayhem, an unknown society of
which I will call Flem and which controls the things that control us, which I
will call Ugh, which controls humans while stupefied and stupid, and sometimes hungry and insane from the hunger.
Flem is like Flam, and it spreads and undulates like a
tripole or dipole or perhaps even a
quadrupole. So I guess you could say that Flam wants to be like Flem, which is perfection, and Ugh steps in below Flam to teach those leaving beings to leave Ugh and move toward Flam, which tries to be like Flem, but never can, as that is the nature of life in the biggest bubble, that outer core of the universes of universes, or basically the flesh of the creator.
Now, why am I talking about this you may ask? A
suicide has puzzled me, like many, and something is odd about it. On
the night before the death of Ben Stanford, Alabama Senator Preuitt's grandson,
I heard some gunfire at the filling station where he had bought gas that morning
and I had bought gas late that night. At appoximately 12:34 a.m. I heard what sounded
like 3 to 4 shots as I was stepping into the store, and they came from the parking lot next to it. I say three to four shots
because one shot sounded incomplete. Perhaps it was 3.14 shots I heard or
pi, which is 3.14. It takes 2 pi to make a 360 degree circle. Perhaps what
I heard was in fact one shot and it was amplified and replicated back as 3.14 pi
on my end, and 3.14 pi on the other end where Ben was found dead the next day.
But Ben was found with one bullet to the head. How could that be? I think I saw a fancy Jeep looking vehicle leave before the shots were fired, right when I came off of the intersate. That may have been Ben's vehicle, and it was not being driven by Ben from what I recall, which is fading now. The other car was a ragged car, old and big, and roared like Hell out across the parking lot. I did not look back, only glanced back for a possible bullet.
Perhaps in the flux, Ugh was claiming someone for some
responsibility, perhaps for half of a collection or recollection. It is
all in the
dipole bubble physics pattern, or perhaps the
tripole bubble physics pattern and of course, in the cosmic array of things,
I feel as if I am nothing in my eyes in the
astrophysics plane, unless I look through my minds eye.
Which begs the
question? Why were all of the police all over my city this past week in my neighborhood, directing traffic, when
I was leaving my home. In one neighborhood was a horrendous traffic jam, with cars, a firetruck, and ambulance, on the roads and on the sides of the road, and the house was 6 blocks from mine and in direct alignment with the government building downtown if a trajectory line was drawn from my home. I pictured someone having limbs cut off as I dreamed of something of that nature a night or two before. And why do the police here seem to relish in kicking me
from my g-d damned government buildings, and why do all of the cops sound like
their voices came from the same program box, excepting variations in vocal chord
character? For instance in this video at the city and county Government building in Mobile and in this video in front of my home two days later There are more of these videos with encounters on the Mobile Audit Club Band page of this site, and on saintrambone videos in the top section. UGH rules, do not serve UGH, ugh is inhumane, cruel, and inept
and unjust in IT's treatment of us, the humane humans. Inhumane humans are
shaped in most cases, and perhaps UGH designed them that way. I have other videos of people speaking at the building, and I only noticed how similar they were when I went to the Mobile Alabama police headquarters this past week and they denied having contacted my home to tell me not to film, and then when they did speak to me, Deputy Chief James Barber sounded just like the other two. It was ironic when I pulled in front of the building, an apparent woman cop was bent over in her car, pretending to be looking for a dime I suppose. I had told them I was coming. She said, "You do not know who you are messing with" as I walked by. My response, "Hell Lady, I am a reporter and auditor, I am not Ugh or the Grim reaper, and I am a native of this city I now call the Village of the Damned." Machine head monotone drone with a Southern Drawl straight out of Pac Man algorithm with a selection of Cut Throat Ken and Barbie Doll vocal chords was who I spoke with, again.
Sometimes when I am kicked like a dog, I want to call God, but I
remember that God leaves people to die like dogs, so I call no one at most
times, I just endure it. Perhaps God is dead and we are in decline.
Do you recall the war of 1812 or the war of 2012? Or perhaps 1212 to 2012 or 2212?
Let's hope not, the latter. Perhaps it is time to set sail and follow the sine wave of the Earth masses, perhaps in a triangle cutter slew. After all, S'no Ba'al does not love me any longer and I would like to visit the homelands of all of my past San Francisco and Los Angeles area girlfriends. But I need a boat of adequate size and capacity, so feel free to donate. I will give you my painting, "The Queerest of The Queer" delineated on Quatrains 1 if you give me a sailboat or the funds for an adequate sailboat. This is a limited time offer. Ba'al Zebub is housed underneath, and can bring good or bad fortune, depending on where you stand in relation to Flem. Sheriff Snatch is overseen by Ba'al Zebub in the top layer who is impregnated daily with San Franciscan Snatch Fairy Possums, which we homeless relish roasting in the shadows of the Bush in Golden Gate Park or an Oklahoma possum where I was almost hit by a meteorite or falling space debris in 2004, which was predicted by Kelly in Monroe county Alabama in 1975.
One final note, we all know that bank examiners and federal banking prosecutors are killed like dogs or pushed out of the way to make way for the money laundering crime syndicates, and it is likely high technology is deployed where machines are made to behave like men or men are made to behave like machines. But who owns the Mobile Greyhound Park in Mobile County Alabama. They have been doping the racing dogs locally, like the federal government's war criminals injected me and doped this former FDIC bank examiner, Kurt Brown -- Saint Ram Bone, and tortured me to make me sign documents in mid-2001, and now men are dead because I could not send out my warning that murderers and criminals were crawling up the FDIC and likely the Treasury and throughout the FBI and SS. Federal Prosecutor Thomas Crane Wales, deceased, and friends, I tried. Now they claim they do not kill the dogs at Mobile Greyhound Park, just like the gambling money launderers claimed not to have killed a San Francisco FDIC director in his office to make way for a money laundering techno-horde and the same they tried to kill me but failed. The FDIC is covered with the Shee-it. The local police claimed not to have called my home demanding I stay out of government. To quote that war criminal machine head Bush and Cheney of the techno-crat regime, "F-ck Em".
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