The Clowns of American Stasi

They are not recruiting the best and brightest

UPDATE : AC Does Analysis on his American Stasi site. I agree with all his conclusions and I am glad somebody else thought similarly. The addendum about Forestry grooming standards is pure gold. I am scared of being thought paranoid if I start talking about microwave devices. In fact, “Havana Syndrome” is being touted as the result of a microwave device.

I am getting ready for my last trip to Appalachia.

I have been seeing strange things happening around me.

If I get whacked I want people to say “Tex actually posted photos of some of the stuff going on around him beforehand. So he was never crazy, just observant. Apparently this stuff went on around him a lot but this time because of AC’s influence on him, he decided to respond quickly and take some photos. What he captured was just plain weird.”

I don’t know if something is planned for me.

I got a vibe and I think something was being organized.

Maybe the cops were going to find fifty pounds of pure methamphetamine stashed in my truck after an anonymous phone tip.

Or maybe an unfortunate accident on the highway on my final trip down. By tampering with my truck or it’s control systems.

I don’t know. I will show you what I have been seeing.

I am some random delusional guy who has finally come home after 30 years to America. I spent the past thirty years gettting cucked by some eerily distant woman who seemed to be hired to marry me and get me out of the country. Like my wife, these people are some of the worst actors you could imagine. Not convincing at all. She couldn’t even fake it well for thirty years. She was essentially an “Israeli Art Student.”

I have recently lost 112 pounds and am starting to look like the same man who left America thirty years ago. I have almost died twice this year after being incredibly healthy my entire life even with very high blood pressure and overweight. When my wife left me I was benching 490 pounds despite having never touched steroids.

It doesn’t make any sense why I would be of interest to anyone.

It’s not until you learn I am one of the brightest prodigies to ever be born on the Eastern Seaboard and have claimed that I will save the world this year with my (wait for it) “revolutionary advanced shelter management” software that anything unusual appears about my life. That would normally just be a crazy person who talks like that.

I am claiming “I will reboot the American Civil Defense program” with my coming podcast(s) and integrated digital approach to individual and family survival. The lunatic asylums would be full of people with a similar delusionary sense of their own destiny.

Yet I appear to have people who are actually taking a crank like me seriously. I can only postulate these guys have money to burn, including surveillance of very long shot disruptors … which I could possibly be classified as.

I can’t help but wonder if an AI somewhere has reached the conclusion “It is entirely possible, however remote, this person could constitute a real disruption of our current plans.”

The only real protection I could have against my surveillance is to publish.

Because of Anonymous Conservative, I have had a heightened awareness of the need to get photographs.

This time I got everything. I was astonished just how quickly I acted, using my phone camera to grab all the important elements with my lens before my surveillance could even pull themselves together.

My sudden vanishing and then emerging from the gas station by a side door was a spontaneous impulse in reaction to the feeling something was wrong.

What followed was almost comical it was so poorly staged and executed. The people running the operation on me comported themselves like incredible amateurs.

If nothing else, I hope the publication of these photos get them fired. I hope they get reassigned to a crappy job they hate and they know I beat them. If your bosses see this they should know that your mark exposed you and effectively rendered you useless for these sorts of missions in the future.

I credit my instinct something was wrong to myself but my reaction for a change made more sense courtesy of Anonymous Conservative.

Take photos when something happens, he said. So I did.

THE LOOKOUT

I walk into the gas station to cut to the Subway shop in back for lunch, making good time coming back from Appalachia. My ‘Thal sense is buzzing as I pass the pathetic bum milling around out front playing a harmonica. Something is really wrong with the guy, he is sort of obviously pretending not to see me. He feels like an actor. He is.

I sat down and ate lunch, a tuna sub in a meal deal. I am still thinking about the guy at the front. Something about him bothered me. He did not seem genuine at all.

When I finish, I slide off to the right to throw my trash away.

Then I cut up the back aisle of the gas station through the employee corridor where signs tell me I should not be.

I come out behind the restrooms and exit through the glass door on the far side of the building, right beside where my truck is parked.

This guy immediately comes running out, clearly flustered as hell.

I have fallen into an amazing scene and taken my surveillance completely by surprise.

Is that beard real or a costume larp? I don’t know.

The scout (clearly caught napping and panicking) pulls his hood up in shock and takes up a protective position behind a truck at the other end of the parking lot. This bizarre looking dude comes running out suddenly from the gas station. I am right in the middle of an operation I was never supposed to see. The scout was to warn them long before I came out after eating lunch so they would have plenty of time to clean up.

I am guessing that everybody here knows I am strapped.

At least, their trepidation and goofy embarrassed theatrics indicated to me they know the guy has got at least two legal firearms on him, maybe more.

We could have possibly f*cked up badly here and we might be about to get caught up in a firefight in the parking lot.

AGENT NECKBEARD

They have set up a piece of equipment right on the pavement, maybe seconds after I first entered the store. When I see his vehicle, I immediately realize it has been tailing me since I left Appalachia. I think it picked me up coming off the mountain road and has been behind me for several hours at least.

When I saw the bizarre tech on the concrete, I ran around to my truck and took a photo to show the relationship.

The device was pointed at my vehicle while I was inside eating.

You can see by the lack of subtlety involved that these guys were absolute hacks. Could you be more obvious about it? They probably had thirty minutes of training.

I instantly realized from my own work with portable tech that these morons had forgotten to charge their devices before leaving that morning.

So they had pulled out their emergency charging battery and plugged the device in so it would have power. Strictly for comic relief. You notice they didn’t go to much trouble to conceal it.

We are dealing with real born losers here. Bottom of the barrel intelligence operatives hired straight off a crisis actor list.

I ran back over and took a shot of the device. I was trying to figure out what it was. I hoped it was some visual instrument and they were’t microwaving my beautiful truck.

I am still guessing what that thing was they appeared to be scanning my truck with.

I don’t know what I am looking at here. I am guessing from the wide angle lens in front they were taking some kind of visual record of my truck. I don’t know why.

“Agent Neckbeard” was riding in a government vehicle with a U.S. government issued license plate.

Try some tact, fellas. You must be a bunch of trainees.

Thanks to Anonymous Conservative, I finally got a license plate!!! You’re doxxed, clowns! Your employer needs to yank you off my case and assign you somewhere else. See ya, gosh I’d hate to be ya. You’re doxxed and I will see you coming from now on wherever you are.

I have read the “Forestry Service” has been implicated in a lot of strange stuff that has nothing to do with forests … including disappearances.

People can’t see the woods for the trees, it appears.

Might as well have a vanity plate reading “DEEPSTAT”

Just when it could not be any more awkward, the neckbeard rushes past me averting his face as best he can to seize the device off the concrete where it has apparently been sitting a while.

I say to him as he passes me “I hate when I forget to charge my stuff. Listen, what is that thing on the pavement, anyway?”

“Agent Neckbeard” chuckles like a bitch, obviously scared to death of me. I marvel at how little nerve these guys really have. He should have squared off with me and said something suitably cryptic to confuse me about what was going on.

A “black bum” who was shuffling and dancing on the other side of the parking lot when I pulled in suddenly changes his whole body language and comes running over beside him to consult with him on this catastrophe!

Cover blown!!! Three man team as per standard!

GRIP BROTHER (DEI HIRE)

Neckbeard is trying hard not to face me. He thinks he is still in disguise. He kneels to scoop up the equipment. Suddenly the “crazy black drifter” speaks in a gentle college graduate parlance about their dilemma. I can’t hear it from inside my truck where I have calmly climbed into so I can leave before they do. They are both terrified in their body language. They needed this gig.

LET’S STASH IT IN YOUR VEHICLE TO MAKE GOOD OUR ESCAPE

For some reason, this seems like a good idea to them. They stash the device in the back of the car. This was possibly anticipating if they got stopped by local police so they would not have to explain what it is they were doing. Lo and behold, the “crazy black drifter” has his own vehicle with keys.

I drove off and got back on the highway. I waved to them both as I passed, happy I had literally dragged them out from under that rock they call home.

It is what it is.

These are real photos.

I don’t know what they represent.

I will post more if I get them. A warning to my surveillance. I will do this again, so quit sending bums and send some pros in future. I would like it if you would respect me enough to send people other than clowns like these, if you are going to send somebody at all. Tell them to be discreet and use a little more sense in exposing themselves.

In closing, I can assure you stuff like this has been happening to me my entire life. This would be the first time I decided to take pictures. I am going to make a habit of it from now on.

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• Regards, Tex