toronto sex change—quid pro quo

we were talking about the deepstate transgender-habituation program when he brought up his work on the wendy rose case.

headquarters had the toronto sex transitioning unit under surveillance. we had been unable to place agents on the inside so had begun infiltrating people undergoing transitioning and people close to them.

our informants had suspicions the doctors were doing a quid pro quo deal with patients. they would go slow on the procedure until the person brought in someone else who wanted to transition. more money for them.

doing it this way deflected attention from the doctors as the patients put pressure on others they knew to at least begin the first step to transitioning and if a person didn't want to go further thit could stop. maybe.

"everette was telling me the woes of his girlfriend wendy rose. wendy rose the chanteuse of church and wellesley who could be found singing along with her guitar at places in the queer."

"i had everette under sousveillance for a little over a year, because of wendy rose. headquarters had intelligence that some of the doctors employed in torontos sex reassignment program were using it to line their pockets by going slow on the transitioning until a patient referred them someone else that wanted to go through the procedure."

"we were watching the case loads to see if any of the patients or people around them were soliciting for the doctors. asking if a person was interested in a sex change operation or taking the first step and that she could help open doors for someone interested. not letting on it meant more money for the doctors and speedier transitioning for her."

"she was in the process of transitioning from male to female and was being stalled by the board of physicians and psychiatrists that oversee transitioning. she had been taking the hormone part of transitioning for a while and everett was explaining how some of the doctors wanted to make certain she wanted to be a female and were dragging their heels on completing the process with surgery."

"then he asked me (dollar signs in his eyes) if i was interested in a sex change which was what we were waiting for him to ask. we had been watching the toronto sex transitioning program for this activity. we had the intelligence we wanted."




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palladian ditty

a short song on the beauties of palladian architecture.

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rivka golani—bird drawings

birds of another feather ... my musical colleagues. charicatures of types of people you find in the music world.

written and illustrated by violist rivka golani as her way of dealing with some of the people she worked with.

they are doodles with an eastern euroese ethnic folk style to them. doodles but doodle-art.

a one page preface by igor kuchinsky is followed by a one page introduction by golani. after that page after page of doodles.

first a self portrait then doodles on soloists, and the people you find in chamber ensembles, chamber orchestras, symphony orchestras. she finishes with three doodles as a grande finale.

a high end colouring book. the black and white doodles are printed on a heavy enough paper that allows them to be given a light wash of water colour.

coloured, cut from the book or removed from the glued perfect binding, framed and hung on a wall or placed between the blank page of an unused sketch book and admired while listening to music. maybe some rivka golani.


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two castrati ?

two castrati ?

a dog and a man singing, not in the same video.

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sitwell—dust

(who) came from the tomb of the three furies... and taught the minotaur dark, ... new ways to kill ... who knows which dust is dives, which black dust is lazarus, changed into garden loam ... who knows which dust is silence, and which thunder ... who knows the history of silence, or of thunder ... and i, whose heart is formed of the dust of the three furies... ate my heart, the flesh of the wakeful nightingale... when eastern light ripens the precious dew ...

excerpts from edith sitwell song of the dust.

toronto gardens

november in that garden off of yonge and glencairn. dedicated to the memory of alexander muir, author of the maple leaf forever, an early canadian anthem.

chris hyndman--secret doxxing man

that time i may of driven chris hyndman to suicide.
our paths crossed at the gay video store on church street one day 2007 or 8. i spooked him good and we hoped the failure of this cia sex entrapment operation might be used in their upcoming psyop during or after the g20 meeting here in toronto.
later when the 2011 cia counterintelligence operation against me began he showed up at yonge and hayden with his cia handler and boyfriend. i had a heads up from our infiltraters in the cia doxxing community and was ready for their street theatre.
it was one of those set ups where they have their actors approach the target while it's all being filmed by another part of their team. he was waiting there with his grooming bag smiling that cheshire cat smile at me, i wiped it from his face by crossing the street. he turned on his heels and began stomping south with his handler boyfriend running behind him.
my email was already being doxxed and in the days, weeks and months following the beginning of the 2011 cia counterintelligence operation against me and after the incident at yonge and hayden there among all the other nasty emails were hyndmans foul worded messages to me. make a fool of him once at the video store was bad enough but a second time in view of other counterintelligence stalkers was too much. he was going to do something i would never forget.
and then one day in 2015 he did. laying on a barbados beach one day then laying in a toronto lane way the next.

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seden amenusis--nursery rhymes

a new book from landbay publishing , "stay awake, nursery rhymes for the woke child". written by seden amenusis. the book has twelve rhymes for children all of them with the authors usual weird sense of propriety. one selection will make clear what that means.

witch town witch town, knock it down knock it down
witch town witch town, burn it all to the ground
kill a witch kill a witch kill them all today.

the rhyme is repeated several more times with only a change of the word witch into other racial and sexual terms.

he goes on in the same tone for another eleven short rhymes targeted at children of nursery age. the subject matter in the above rhyme is mild compared to some of the others. all of them describe some group or person he seems to have a grudge against and encourage bullying action be taken to keep them in order.

seden amenusis, "stay awake, nursery rhymes for the woke child". available from landbay books from their online store.

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william beckford--pizza gate

"how," cried vatek, "can i descend to thee? — come, take me, and instantly open the portal." — "not so fast," replied the indian, "impatient caliph! — know that i am parched with thirst, and cannot open this door, till my thirst be thoroughly appeased; i require the blood of fifty children. take them from among the most beautiful sons of thy vizirs and great men; or, neither can my thirst nor thy curiosity be satisfied. return to samarah; come back hither; throw it thyself into this chasm, and then shalt thou see!"
william beckford, vathek. edited by kenneth w. graham.

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threelegsofman

a lovecraft inspired music piece, i don't know if he rearranged the fragment of lovecraft text and wrote the music or someone else takes the responsibility for it. the guitarist has a youtube channel with more video of him playing other instruments and singing more traditional songs as well as his own compositions.

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camh(mk)ultra

Death of Salvador Dali Trailer from Delaney Bishop on Vimeo.

 

advertising in the toronto subway. another example of the slow and disguised disclosure surrounding the use of exotic mind influencing technology to secretly induce madness and then openly cure madness so the people affected will be grateful and obedient to the technocracy.

transcranial magnetic stimulation covertly used to create a problem in some people's behaviour, annoying other people which causes them to react for the government to do something about the problem group. that's where camh steps in with a device that they arguably claim will cure the ptsd they cause with the same technology used to covertly create it.

 

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little houses--casino marino

a piece of music named for the casino on the property of an irish estate named marino.

when they called me jackie

preapocalyse

sabrina rubin erdley searches for rape victims at the university of virginia

jackie coakley recommended for interview by friend as as an experianced rape victim

jackie gets interviewed several times

erdley fact checks jackies narrative with some of the people she mentioned.

jackie seems to have thought her experience would be a minor part of the article

erdley and rolling stone goe with the narrative as the main story.

the narrative goes to print, readers are split in what to make of it.

pro jackie readers let all concerned know they are finally vindicated

anti jackie readers challenge the accuracy of jackies narrative

violence and harassment at the uva

rolling stone issues a statement that there are issues about the accuracy of the article.

some of jackies friends, people who recognized that some of the characters in the article were similar to them make a statement about the accuracy of the narrative.

post apocalypse

rolling stone pulls the story and issues partial apology

the rolling stone hands the question of accuracy over to a journalistic tribune

a dean of uva and uva students begin litigation phase of incident

professional and amateur media take sides and fight over the narrative

rolling stone and erdley dean eramos case against them.

rolling stone wants the ruling thrown out.

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as material for fiction
a writer researching unreported rapes at the university of miskatonic
she gets a lead from another female student she interviewed about her rape
this second person tells her a narrative about her rape by a fraternity gang including her date
the writer selectively fact checks with some of the people her source mentions in the incident
she write her article in what is termed gonzo journalism.
the magazine she write for publishes the story.
post publication
the story causes much fighting on the internet and in public between people who believe in rape culture and those who don't
within a few days questions about certain parts of the narrative by those who don't believe start appearing online.
some of the people who's names were changed in the story recognized themselves and came forward with another version of what happened the night of the rape.
the story is exposed as the ravings of a hysterical female abetted by a gullible female.
what the reporter didn't know was the rape victims father is a cia psyops engineer.
the story was manufactured by the cia to create a strategy of tension within the social justice warrior movement. and they gave the part of the rape victim to his daughter who had been trained from the cradle for the part.
in a fit of anger the reporter hunts down the rape victim at her wedding, to ask her why she did it, and why to her, a cia planned mishap happens and she is arrested for killing the rape victim and others at the wedding.

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sitwell--necromancers hybrid

black velvet apricots in the basket at the grocerie, not the black apricots sitwell wrote of though close enough for my tastes.

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miltons passport

"In the middle of the Commonplace Book was found a short letter by Henry Lawes to Milton. We know that Lawes set to music some of Milton's poetry, and that Milton addressed a Sonnet . . to him. This letter shows that he had influence enough to get the licence necessary to enable his friend to leave England for the Continent. The letter is without date, but the wording of it proves it to have been written before 1643. The writer says that he sends to Milton a letter from the Lord Warden of the Cinque Ports, and that if Milton intended to write himself he could not have a safer convoy for both than from Suffolk House. Now, in 1638 Theophilus Howard Earl of Suffolk was Lord Warden of the Cinque Ports; and his town-house at Charing Cross was known as Suffolk House. In 1642 that house was purchased by Algernon Percy Earl of Northumberland, and the same house was afterwards called Northumberland House. As we have no intimation from

 

any source of an intention by Milton to make a second journey abroad, U may be safely concluded that the letter was written on the occasion of Milton's preparation[…]"

 

Excerpt From: John Milton, Alfred John Horwood. "A Common-place Book of John Milton: And a Latin Essay and Latin Verses ..." Printed for the CamdenSociety, 1877. iBooks.

This material may be protected by copyright.

the henry lawes music begins half way into the video.

from a common place book attributed to john milton. the text made from extracts of classical euroese writings and some selections of writings from miltons contemporaries.

the whole text of this common place book can be read at archive.org. some of the notes are written in latin, a few in english.

the passages above come from the preface to the book and from a letter to milton from henry lawes, they are not miltons notes. included in this edition is the full text of the letter on a loose page mentioned in the above extract.

milton, the author of paradise lost, paradise regained and the agonies of samson, which mentions the god of the deep ones, so milton was a lovecraft fan.

a passport as a licence, similar to a drivers licence, a business licence, or maybe artistic licence.

the passport as a licence to travel without being suspected of having a licence to spy for thit's nations government.

but in the end they slip through, and passports seem to of been designed to facilitate safe passage for intelligence agents.

the history of the passport seems bound up with the history of surveillance.

a visa is a passport with limitations where the person can goe and how long they can stay in the country.

this interview with michael springmann at the corbettreport describes unusual visa requests at an american embassy in the middle east. alleged terrorists were being recommended for visas to the united states from some or all of the staff who were american intelligence assets.

 

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miss brodie's girls in syria

three ambitious girls, teenage caliphatistas, leave their families and relative safety of england. travel to syria there to provide support for volunteers fighting against euroese imperialism.

and not the only girls from that school inspired to carry out what others only dream-dream of. there has been a rush of these creatures, all raised in the permissive euroese atmosphere of great britain.

sounds like I've read this before. in the muriel spark novel prime of miss jean brodie, miss brodie a teacher and arche fascist-sympathizer with a crush on mousolinni, busies herself with grafting her own strange ambitions in the hearts of her young impressionable female charges.

one of her students, emily has a brother fighting in the spanish civil war on the republican side against the facist nationalists. brodie fantasizing him to be fighting for her beloved fascists encourages emily to travel to spain to join her brother in the war. as she travels to spain she gets herself killed by one of the two opposing sides. nothing ever changes, one hopes.

the hijabalization of these girls has been laid at the door of some previously ambitious student who had already gone over to syria. but if that even is true it gives me pleasure to think another miss brodie, this one with isis-isil sympathies, may be at work in the halls of london bethnal green academy, busying herself with ruining young lives and the pursuit of unwinnable jihad agaist the euroese caliphate.

 

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uva witch hunt

some newsclippings on the argument of naming the accuser in alleged rapes.

decided for naming : at the national review online.

decided for anonymity : at the salon

undecided : the libertarian republic

 

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new-world lurker

 

a person is standing behind several other people in line at a cafe, the person behind him says the label in his shirt is standing up and showing at the collar and continues on how she can't stand that, it's a thing of hers and she then raises her hands and makes like she will tuck it back in the collar for him. the first person moves away from her a little bit and says its fine it doesn't bother him, thinking to himself she must be one of those new-age service to others types he has heard of.

a couple of months later the first person is at another cafe and as he stands at a table waiting for his drink in the strong noon sun light in the window to the side of the table. a second person who is talking to a third person about a "neurosophics"tm. convention she had so badly wanted to attend but didnt have the money to buy, something about her voice sounds familiar and when she excuses herself from her conversation and points to the draw string of the window shade to him and tells him he can lower it if its too sunny she dosnt think the staff will mind if he does, and starts to get up as if she's going to lower the shade for him, he murmmers its ok he's not staying, and leaves with his drink and the feeling he must of seen her in that cafe before this incident but why her physical presence bothered, gave him some reason to raise his shoulders protectively he couldn't say.

several months after that incident as he is leaving another cafe and on his way to the subway station at the eaton centre, a second person approaches him as if to ask for directions. something about her makes him think she has done this to him before, and when she blurts out how she noticed his shirt tab was standing up again and could she tuck it in this time, he recalls the other two incidents where she tried to touch him and he backs off from her and she then turns and runs off in the direction he was going.

 

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rogue classicism

 

a blog on classicism, euroese classicism, therefore a blog devoted to dead white euroese males. the recent archives goe all the way back to the year two thousand three.

 

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lurking pinwheels

a person attending a type of group therapy is coerced into volunteering for an extra curricular interview with student therapists, so they can practice their trade. before the interview starts they point out to him that the room the interview is in has a viewing mirror built into the wall so the teachers can watch the students from the room behind the mirror.

when the interview is over and as he leaves the head therapist reimburses him twenty dollars for the hour he spent with the students. for no apparent reason the bill is origami folded into a pinwheel and the therapist smiles strangely as he gives it to the volunteer.

as he is leaving the building and looking at the twenty dollar pinwheel in his hand he recalls an incident from thirty years ago in grade one, a similar incident with student teachers. the class had been taken to the university of saskatchewan where they listened to some student teachers read stories and they also folded a sheet of paper into a pin wheel and thumb-tacked it to the eraser of a pencil.

that room also had a large mirror built into one wall and an other student said something about how he had done this sort of thing in kindergarten and there were people behind the mirror watching, the person recalls how he kept looking over at the mirror while they were making the pinwheels and being scolded for it by the teacher from his school.

in the days after the interview with the student therapists he begins to notice a larger than usual number of people carrying pinwheels in their hands, some elderly, some younger and some children, and all of them looking at him like the head therapist did when he gave him the twenty dollars.

 

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