Pictogram on Bus

I took this picture of an advertisement on the side of a bus in Los Angeles. What do you see? I see a simple pictogram that can be read from left to right.

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Reflecting on Twelve Years of Wrongful Homelessness

Well, friends, I don't know how many of you have been following my story over the years...I could never have imagined I would be approaching my twelfth year (January 2017) in homelessness. When I was window washing in Phoenix, I used to ask myself, I wonder where I'll be this winter at Christmas...I wonder where I'll be next year...I only intended to wash windows temporarily to survive and outrun my next meal (which I did) but temporary turned into six years and three months. Some twenty thousand miles on foot (no exaggeration) while carrying extra weight on my person.

ANYWAY, I am currently in Los Angeles (my favorite city) but in the Skid Row district which is nasty, dangerous. I am going to divide this post into three sections so if you are new to my sites this post should bring you up to speed so you don't have to read through a ton of stuff (unless it's my twitter @TitusAnderson which has a ton of good stuff on it accumulated over the last few years).

1. The Accident
2. Operation Birddog and Quantum Radio
3. Reflections

The Accident

Almost eightteen years ago, there were a group of friends and myself who went out to a bar in Scottsdale. We met some girls there at the bar and they wanted to go back to my friend's apartment which wasn't far away (about four minutes). We went back there and started to hang out. I can't go into a lot of detail at the moment because I would be volunteering their side of the story. But, suffice it to say that an attempt at sex was made. Keep in mind that we had JUST met the girls about thirty minutes ago (Hahaha....).

Anyway it didn't go as one would think it should (me) and the police were called. Even though it was consensual, it turned out to be a mistake, not intentional by any means. Also she was struck in the back that evening (not by me) after intercourse, which sent her to the floor crying.

Whoops. (Last one to the car is a rotten egg.)

Anyway, my friend and I passed the paramedics and the police while in my car on our way out of the complex . She was outside apparently giving them a report.

This for me, became a somewhat complex situation. The fact that she was hit after intercourse suddenly turned what was a bad idea into a violently dangerous situation by anyone hearing about this second hand--and that includes a judge and/or police.

Fortunately, that never happened. The person who owned the apartment where this incident took place, returned her purse to her the following day. Neither she nor the police pressed charges.

I never did speak to her again, but I did run into her a couple of times around Tempe and Scottsdale. She didn't say anything but she didn't appear to be angry or alarmed by the site of me either...

Operation Birddog and Quantum Radio

Several years later while living in Los Angeles and working as a salesperson in Westlake Village, I started getting "manipulated". Although I was dealing with some personal issues at the time, there was something else going on but it was "subliminal". There was the faint beating of drums in the background of my mind...somewhere back there...faintly there...almost imperceptible...

Some time passes...a few months...

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. The sound was loud now. On top of me and all around me. I was being harassed to go back to Phoenix. This was accomplished by choreographed harassment and subtle communication as well as drug poisoning. Boom.

It became clear to me that the accident with myself and "Amber" had come up again somehow. That someone had heard about what happened and was taking the law into their own hands. I suspected that someone to be either the police or some sort of gang activity. There were simply to many people involved for it to be a single individual.

I ended up running for my life through several places: Mexico (there is a short story about this somewhere in the blog list). Orlando. Oakland. Phoenix. Los Angeles. San Francisco, etc...

I ended up meeting with the FBI several times over several years but nothing was ever accomplished by it. Then about six years ago, something became clear: I (and the accident) was being written into a large number of media: movies, tv, music, billboards, newspapers and the like.

The idea became clear. My job was to follow what was being published and to  play along. Which I did. There were THOUSANDS of instructions to move, (something that continues to this very day by way of harassment and quantum radio)walk, read this, watch that, wake up, move, look here, listen to this, move, read this, move...

This literally became abusive. It wasn't much of a project or an operation by the government. (They still deny any project is happening. See the hard won proof in the letter posted above.) I dubbed the project "Operation Birddog" because they essentially reduced me to following instructions around Phoenix with the idea that I would run into...I still don't know what I was looking for. I'm not kidding.

Quantum Radio

Quantum radio. Nbic. Skynet. Ambient Intelligence. Intranet. I don't know what the actual name of the technologies are but it's probably an acronym that's classified if the army keeps with their traditional habit.

I didn't know such a thing existed. And those who are on it won't divulge that they are on it because supposedly that gets you kicked out of it. However, others have published about it on wikipedia and you can look it up by the above names. 

So, what can you do with it? You can read minds. You can see someone's memories. You can put imagery in a person's mind, like a dream or a movie. You can put holograms and optical illusions in middair. You can communicate to a select number of people in a room full of people.You can manipulate a person's bodily functions. You can open a person's thoughts to a very wide audience of people. If you think this is a joke, how do you suppose there are tens of thousands of infomercials written for me, running simultaneously in different newspaper, movies, news broadcasts, tv shows and the like? I've never met ANY of these people. And they have NEVER met me. But they publish for me constantly. Also, I forgot to mention Facebook and Twitter and Google+.

There may be other things that can be done, but I don't have time to go into them here.

Reflections

I don't know how to handle it when people (i.e. police, celebrities) are not here for justice but for entertainment. Specifically, shaedenfreude.

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You can find the Ku Klux Klan and the Zionists and the Moslems and Christians all working for the U.S. Army. I don't think the KKK works for anyone else.

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Supposedly it takes twenty-three hours to produce every hour of television you see. (Movies can be a lot more.) So 23:1. A conservative estimate for Operation Birddog is ten channels (there's a lot more I won't factor like newspapers, magazines, Netflix, online blogs, and photos, etc.) running simultaneously for ten years. Twenty-three years for one year (23:1) on tv x ten channels (2300) x ten years equals 23, 000 years!

When was the last time you spent 23,000 years at something and had nothing to show for it?!

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The police can become perverse when their faces are hidden. Most people will become criminal if and when 

they become "anonymous". Skynet creates psychological and technological loopholes through which crimes are easily accomplished.

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You are exposed at all times within a "quantum field" that can record your thoughts, memories, experiences and behavior. These recordings can be accessed by others around the world. There are no attoryney-client or physician-patient confidentialities. Skynet opens you up indiscriminately to others, even teenagers.

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It is difficult to call for help and to be denied it. Never assume justice or professional conduct from the government. I have called every possible police and federal agency (FBI has 300+ distress calls) as well as state attornies, etc. and received no help. Hollywood has denied me compensation and help.

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My nickname is "Nietzsche" and I don't mind it. Now I have two cool names.

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I don't think Hollywood or the Fraternal Order of Police take what they are doing very seriously. Operation Biddog is not a hate crime, it's "so outrageous".

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Allowing the police and the priveledged to operate with impunity is the source of retardation.
A retarding effect on our minds.
A retarding effect on our health.
A retarding effect on our judicial system.
A retarding effect on our economics.
A retarding effect on our relationships and enviroments.

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The job of the Office Inspector General (OIG) is to investigate "fraud, waste and abuse"--by FBI agents!!!

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Ironically enough, the wealthy and the priveledged who already have fantastic lives, may also get access to YOUR life as well (ask me how I know). They may know what your husband is thinking. They may know what your children's skin or breath smells like. They may know what your husband feels like to you in bed and vice-versa. They can retrieve your wedding day or your birthday; your honeymoon or the day you lost your virginity.

They can go through these experiences as though they are YOU at the time they happened.

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