#580 Book chapter 1 Humiliation, targeting pride and shame as a form of attackI'm going to write a book of this modern day COINTELPRO and how covert psychological warfare tactics and non-lethal directed energy weapons are used on unsuspecting people to control society, industry, profits, as revenge and above all as government liability by the rich and powerful.This subject is one most people won't talk about, it may be one of the most effective forms of attack where the target won't speak of it, the attack and the attackers get away with little worry of being exposed because it was performed in a way to bring humiliation and shame on the target to silence them. It does always come down to profiling the target especially pride and when used world wide, religion, traditions and customs very much come into play.It seems like my targeting goes further back than I could have imagined. It has been coordinated by business, law enforcement, organized crime, leveraged criminals or semi-criminals and the unsuspecting participate using, "Psychological Warfare Techniques".Unsuspecting participants would include staged witnesses, people made to be in a place and situation where they as well as the target would be influenced or manipulation by the theater orchestrated in an attack. If you think about it our ddesissions and reactions are based on the situation at the time. Using theater with people all playing there parts others can be easily confused, influensed and manipulated. They can get away with murder and do.Another type would be someone who is attacked while the obvious actual intended target appears to be the obvious perpetrator of the attack (falsely). Like programming a Manchurian candidate.I have even seen someone who was a perp grooming a decent normal person to be a character witness. In other words acting totally different while having that person over and grooming them for thier role in the future.Here is just one experience using this tactic. Only by fighting through the shame, knowing who I really am did I find that this was organized and went quite far up into government.This involves and attack on me while drugged far beyond the maximum dosages of deadly medicines so it takes place with me physically and mentally near total destruction. Possibly as a kick in the ass before I died, just for spite.At this point I had been put out of business, my marriage had been sabotaged and broken up. I had been setup to be attacked by another TI pointed at me and falsely arrested all by police mainly from my own town but with some participation from police in other towns and states. After all that police had maneuvered the brother of two police into the second floor apartment I rented. He did the harassment while others had me under 24/7 surveillance. I survived that and evicted him and the covert surveillance team only for the surveillance to start up again from across the street.This culminated in a MEDUSA attack leading to hospitalization and involuntary commitment where I was tortured while in St. Joesph's mental hospital in Rhode Island.Part of that humiliation and outrage was to suffer a forced suicide attempt and torture in a place that is supposed to help the mental health and stability of the patient.After that police had continued the surveillance and gotten in touch with a mental health clinic to contact me since I didn't follow through with an appointment based on a bullshit diagnosis because I described the effects of the MEDUSA directed energy attack that I had described as a, "radiation attack"(documented evidence on mca and mcf. They had also gotten my regular doctor to refuse to give me my normal medicine for anxiety in an effort to leave me with this as the only to receive it. It might have been thought that because I was on anxiety medicine that this would work in their favor so I wouldn't speak out about the attacks, they were mistaken.The original doctor was a decent man and did continue the anxiety medicine and I began to recover from the trauma anf humiliation. Police were even sent to my home to see how I was doing. I said to them, "Do you want to see what I'm about"? I then showed them the giant sequoias I was growing here in Rhode Island, my koi pond and koi, pictures of me and my family going to California for vacation. They seemed sincere and I think they were, police had already seen to it that my guns were taken and probably wanted to see what state of mind I was in. I thought that maybe I could end this all out assault that was being waged against me and by proxy on my family. This seemed to show me all police, doctors, FBI and who ever else are not in on these attacks at least not at that time.It is always when there has been a lull in attacks and I let my guard down that the next subtle covert attack starts. That would be when Dr. M Rosenbloom had me transferred to her care. She started by cutting down my anxiety medicine, then introducing a deadly psychotic medicine. In small amounts it can be used for anxiety like 50 mg, but she continued to reduce the real anxiety medicine and increased the psychotic meds to 1,400 mg among numerous other meds over twice the maximum dose(documented).How easily the public can be fooled into trusting a perp doctor when most all of the other doctors have instilled a sense of well being and trust in the public. They use what we have developed as reactionary responses and trust against,"Us", the target.But this is how a staged, orchestrated beating is made to happen with humiliation and shame to keep the target quiet. This also helped wake me up to the organization and coordination behind the attacks.I began to go down to a park along the water and had met some people, they were a rough crowd that that had a few beers after work and on the weekends. I genuinely enjoyed talking with them about the giant ships passing by or the locals shell fishing for Quahogs. I met them when walking the beach looking for fossils and picking up trash in the process. As always I was trying to satisfy a desire to make it a better world.It was at some point that things had changed maybe as much as a year after meeting these people and being befreinded. The set up came when people who hung at Jerry's garage in the square began to come down to have a beer. It did occurred to me that these people hung out at the same place as this cop F. Hurley involved in my attacks. He had taken the porno evidence which had been put on my trash to sabotage and traumatise my wife's daycare customers and used to sit in the Riverside square at this gas station drinking all day. Later I had a problem with him during my divorce I filed a complaint against him. He was also the arresting officer in the false arrest and staged attack by the other TI who was harassed and told I had file numerous complaints against his towing garage that the police had actually fabricated. Police documents later had shown the police had put this man or TI under investigation. This cop also has relatives on the force and one I was told was a lawyer for police. Recently I found out that he lives across the street from my brother-in-law and had fed them garbage about me to my in-laws sabotaging my reputation and marriage.Here is how it went down on this night everybody was drinking beers off to the side a bit. I knew police had everybody here under surveillance we were being watched by police. i should have wondered why some people can drink beer and get tickets fixed while I live in the other extreme, believe it or not this cop had told people about the police surveillance and that is how I knew. Of course I knew I was always under surveillance as a reality of my existance. I believe moving off to the side took us out of view of this surveillance so I could be set up by police. These people all had a tattoo on the inside of their lip. It didn't matter what it was but they all had one on the inside of their lip. This girl who happened to be the wife of the brother of the owner of Jerry's garage was teasing me. It seemed harmless, she kept showing me a tattoo of something on the inside of the bottom of her lip. Everybody was busting balls. It was definitely a rough crowd but I had always felt I could hang with anybody and never tried to judge them whether they were dock workers or executives. I guess it was a fish hook but I couldn't make out what it was and kept asking her what it was and she would just show me it.So at one point I asked was it an arrow and suggested it might indicate the direction of a body part. This would be the humiliation on my part for a stupid comment, and she flipped out trying to attack me. Maybe it is a gang sign or an identifier for perps? it could be that showing me it was meant as a threat of some kind I really don't know. I turned away and moved away as others tried to intervene.As I look back to my teens and early twenties I had been attacked by the captain of the football team two years older and a college wrestler both times from the behind in a sneak attack. The football payer got a broken jaw and the wrestler didn't do much better. This time I got hit from behind while turned the other way by one of the guys with her. I don't remember anything until sitting on the ground and being kneed and kicked in the face. Then they left, one person was saying don't worry about it, it happens everybody gets there ass kicked. I guess that is where my pride comes in because this wasn't the case with me at least since 12 or so.Then they came back with her husband and others, as he charged at me I tagged him and his teeth went flying and then someone jumped on my back and before I knew it I was on the ground getting kicked in the face again. It reminds me of those gang initiations although I wasn't being initiated.By the time I got home I realized that this was another set up, I was pissed and called an ambulance. I needed a few stitches and I was going to document this. All the while I felt the sting of humiliation for my crude words and damaged pride for getting my ass kicked. In my diminished capacity I didn't even realize I was close to dying from the medicine as it was, that would come later when I had something like a heart attack. At that time the doctors didn't say a word butb two women had come in to my hospital room and told me I was being killed and that if I didn't get off the medicine I would die. It was only then that I changed doctors and secretly began cutting the meds. Iy was then that I began putting everything together.I will post pictures of me on the groups that aren't public like mca and mcf of my face and a blood soaked shirt. Later a criminal cop wrote a police report for me in my name to stop me from filing a complaint. they had this guy all set up to play his part. he was later convicted of doing this to someone else and is no longer on the police force. Internal Investigations told me this when trying to file a complaint against him. They also told me they couldn't discuss him with me and could'nt tell me why. This was also when they suggested I write a book.What this incident did do was tell me how far up in government this went in my town, state and federal government. How they would use the media to manipulate the public and attack other to try and silence me. I found out that I and others in my town all had problems with police brutality and corruption and a crowd was gathered and ready to speak at a council meeting when another woman passed around a flyer to bring everyone together at this meeting. Only she and I would speak and I held up the bloody shirt in defiance to police. Next would come a political, law enforcement and news campaign to cover everything up and gather all the names of the people at the meeting, those who called the town hall when it was said the town Manager would look into it. I was quoted in the news paper and the fact that I held up the bloody shirt at the meeting had the town managers secretary tell me she had never gotten more calls in her life. still the town manager wouldn't take my calls even when the council had asked him to look into my accusations. Later town officials and police would invite the other woman who spoke to a meeting and grill her for names.I will go on with this in #580b,c up to z if needed as the attacks continued against me and others to silence me. The town and police never called me in to try and grill me. I am forever denied the right to speak or file charges or complaints. I did file to speak at the next meeting and catch the town manager lying though his teeth in a coverup and hiding that the cop who had already been convicted and that I meantioned had already been convicted attacking people for my town by filing false reports charging them with crimes. I have the meetings recorded and many news articles relating to this series of events and am only now understanding the importance and relevance. It has taken time to recover from the massive drug attack and I will likely never fully recover. If I'm even allowed to live long enough to finish this out, but I'm going to try.Peter Rosenholm
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