The GOES West Satellite

They had to move the GOES East satellite to the center of the United States to compensate for the loss, and we all were without weather satellite cloud images on the news for two weeks, until the GOES East took up its new position.

I say it was no malfunction. I say the GOES West satellite went flying upwards and to the east with great velocity. I also say that it wasn't only the GOES West satellite. I say that at least 5 or 6 adjacent satellites also died that night.

Some fools made the mistake of using one of those pieces of junk to irritate me, so I busted out, and I hit. I tried to see the lamers, but the ability wasn't all that it could be that night. However, I did see the physical source of the irritation itself.

Back then, and to this day, I always tried to find and hit the assholes operating some electromagnetic piece of junk, rather than to hit the equipment. If you hit the equipment, the fools get new equipment, and invite their lame friends around in the hopes that hit might be seen again, as if it were some form of entertainment. Rather than have my existence turn into some lame freak show, I try to send a more effective message about the non-wisdom of nuking me.

Unfortunately though, I couldn't see the lamers that night. I did see a crystal clear picture of the source, though, like I was right up there. There were about 7 or 8 satellites, in geostationary orbit, spaced out every few degrees, with minor variations in heights, shining down like little suns in orbit over the western part of the USA.

Although I could see them, I was unable to tell which one the irritation was coming from.

It started when I tried to get to sleep, and couldn't. There was clearly some alpha wave irradiation coming from nearby, making it truly irritating to try to get to sleep, and I couldn't locate the local piece of junk.

I did find a part of the routing network that the signal modulation was coming from through, and it was coming from one of those satellites.

Since I couldn't tell which one it was, I tried to hit them all. I could have swore I was able to clearly see at least 6 or 7 of them go flying upwards and to the east with great velocity and acceleration.

The thing is, I never said a word about it to anyone that night. I didn't speak it in my room, in my house, or over the phone, or to anyone. I lost the picture, and couldn't see the satellites anymore, but the truly irritating bullshit was turned off like a light bulb at the instant I tried to hit. I turned over, and finally and almost immediately got a good night's sleep.

The next morning I hear on the news that the GOES West satellite had failed, and they were moving the GOES East to compensate for the loss.

I read the newspaper and watched the TV news every day back then, because we all had a subscription to the Denver Post, and the Rocky Mountain News, and of course, we had a TV set.

There was never a word about any other satellite 'malfunctioning', so how is it that I know about the other ones right next to the GOES West that 'malfunctioned' ?
 
 

Then there was the fool FCC maggot that made the mistake of getting up in my face with his electromagnetic piece of junk, thinking he was all raw and everything.

I tried for the longest time to get something done about electromagnetic irradiation. In 1985, I found out I was sensitive to radio frequency, when I bought a pallet of electronic gear from Ax-Man electronic surplus that had a radio transmitter and amplifiers.

I didn't figure out that it was silver poisoning until 1993. But I complained about intentional use of frequency to the FCC, hoping to get some action taken, from 1985 until about 1989, when I finally gave up. It seems that the FCC toads were already aware of silver poisoning in the early 1980s, though.

Back in 1989, I was in the neighborhood, so I went down there to show my face, but the FCC lamer was out to lunch. Now, they have an automated cafeteria up there, on the 6th floor of the Federal Courts Building in St. Paul, MN, but back then it was a regular small cafeteria run by an old blind guy with a seeing eye dog.

So, I went over there to wait for the FCC lamer to return from lunch. I looked OK, I could have been there for a job interview. I sat there, bothering nobody, waiting for this jerk to get back from lunch and waste more of my time.

Then I started noticing the building's internal surveillance system. I had the distinct feeling I was being watched, and it felt like there was some interesting female empathy behind it, so I started paying attention and flirting and all.

Senator Boschwitz' office might have had something to do with it. In 1987, I offered my ability to see to the government, but some criminal lamers that had been hanging around didn't approve of the idea, and started up some nasty electromagnetic interference, which made it difficult to see anything. Even so, I still managed to make a few displays of at least having an empathic ability. This could be how this surveillance attention came to pass that day, because I had just came from Senator Boschwitz' office across the street. Perhaps they followed me over to the FCC to see if there would be any display of empathy. At any rate, it wasn't bad, so I started empathy-basking and trying to get the female I sensed to come around and show herself.

Some lame maggot who was lurking around and paying attention didn't approve of this. He probably figured that with all the surveillance going on, his wife or girlfriend might learn of my legendary ability with females and dump him.

Whatever his foolishness was, he allowed me to finally figure out what the meaning of the third device was.

All throughout the 1980s, around government offices and around the downtown St. Paul Skyway, it was common to witness someone wheeling a huge three or four shelf heavy duty metal cart around. The top shelf held a huge TV, the next lower shelf held a VCR, and there was always a mysterious third device on the lowest shelf, some electronic device whose purpose one could not ascertain just by seeing it wheeled past. It wasn't a computer, a light projector, or a printer, whatever it was.

So, anyway, I'm sitting there in the cafeteria, bothering nobody, sitting there drinking coffee and waiting for the FCC hockey puck to return from lunch.

Then, after I started relating to the females on the other side of the building security system, some asshole turns on some electromagnetic piece of junk, irritating beyond words, and gets right up in my face with it.

I could see him pretty good, he was right on the other side of the cafeteria wall, in the FCC offices, with one of those TV carts. Given the amplification, it was hard not to see him.

So, this lamer thinks he's some kind of 'master of reality' or something, and starts getting up in my face with his amplified empathy, trying to hit me and put the hurt on me. But the lamer was out of his league.

I could no longer sense the interesting female empathy, only this fool. I even tried to warn the yahoo, twice. I communicated to him (without saying anything), and I know he heard, "You want to die?"

The fool just gets more determined. So, I reached out and I hit, just a warning, not anything that would be an attempt to cause permanent harm, and he comes back with "is that the best you can do"?, and gets even more determined. Maybe it was one of Ozzy Osbourne's buddies from when the lame musicians used to hang out, when the religious scam went on, who had heard about hit, and thought he was more likely to hit than I could ever hope to be.

So, I finally says to myself, I don't need this, and I reached out with some imagined weapon and tried to lay the lamer to waste. It turned that sucker off like a light bulb. He was there, and then he was gone. The female empathy returned, and I couldn't sense hide nor hair of the lameass, so I turned my attention back to the female and started basking again.

About two or three minutes later, three red-faced, pissed off GSA security guards come in, and tell me "If you ain't got no business here, you gotta leave". The oldest one was the most pissed off, he was almost frothing at the mouth, the younger one was very pissed off, and the youngest one was the least pissed off, as though he didn't have any details, but the other two did.

I say "It's a public building, man". He says "That doesn't matter, you gotta leave".

So, I say "well, I'm here to get a duplicate Social Security card, man", so they escort me down to Social Security on the first floor, and then made sure I left the building afterwards.

To this day, I regret not having called the Police about getting kicked out of a public building for sitting all alone in a cafeteria and drinking coffee. Then there would have been witnesses, and a more permanent record.

The presence of that TV set on that cart tells me that the FCC knew full well about silver poisoning, and that I had a bad case of it, in 1989.

One other thing: I can prove that this was not some sort of legitimate test.

• To do a legitimate test, you have to have ultraviolet or infrared camera equipment present. None was. Miniature or fiber cable infrared or ultraviolet hidden cameras were and are not standard equipment in small vendor operated cafeterias in Federal Courts Buildings. Even if they were, visual light frequency surveillance was occurring at the time, and in an installation that contains both type of camera, both types cannot function at the same time, it has to be one or the other. Visual operates in the day, and IR at night. The GSA has only limited funds to outfit their buildings, and surely no one is going to pay twice as much for the capability to access both infrared and visual cameras at the same time, when that money could be spent on leather chairs instead of plastic, a wood desk for their office rather than steel, etc. There is no possible use for having both types of cameras hard-wired into the building's surveillance system in a way that would allow both types to be accessed at once from any station, especially since this easily doubles the cost of installation. The type of building design used in the St. Paul Federal Courts Building is a standardized design. There are at least two other identical buildings that exist. One is in Kansas City, Mo. I can't remember right offhand where I saw the other one, but it is likely that there are at least 10 clones of that building around. These buildings were built back in the 1950s and 1960s. The price of hidden cameras back then was immense. To upgrade would involve tearing out the all of the walls. Would money actually be spent to place a hidden IR or UV camera into a small vendor operated cafeteria?
• No one at the FCC office had any way of knowing that I was next door in the cafeteria waiting. The secretary knew I had been at the FCC office, and I told her I would return after lunch, but she never came into the cafeteria or went past it. I watched everybody who came in, and no one dropped off what could have been a micro miniature IR or UV video camera, either.
• A test doesn't last for 10 minutes.
• A test involves scanning through numerous frequencies, and doesn't pick just one and stay locked onto it for ten minutes. I know what scanning through numerous frequencies feels like, and I can demonstrate that this is true. That is not what that was.
• This incident occurred at about 12:35, and no one, I mean no one, comes back early from their lunch and actually goes back to work. What are the odds?
• A legitimate test would have involved my participation and actual presence in the test.
• My ability to see worked better back then.
• Logic: After complaining about that for years, they finally decide to investigate one day? The FCC had to have known about silver poisoning in the early 1980s.
• What power explains that none of the ten or so TV stations who received the silver poisoning documentation decided that it was newsworthy, or worthy of investigation? A TV station engineer would know it was a valid syndrome as soon as he read it. The only question he might have had could be answered in five or ten minutes by calling a doctor and asking whether the physiology was correct. Freedom of speech? Ten different stations? Obviously, the FCC is not saintly, because of this, and because they had to have discovered silver poisoning in the early 1980s, and they said nothing, instead, stamping a seal of approval upon microwave broadcasting. There is no respect for the law or for the truth there. (How can you tell when someone from the FCC is lying?) (Their lips are moving.)
• A test doesn't last for 10 minutes. Once the detection equipment registers that there has been a response to the test, the test is over.