Still haven't had time to figure out the multiquote, so Thanks to everyone and I'm gonna just do a bulk reply.
I certainly don't want to imply that I, myself, am MK'd. I do believe that I was shaped by mass media mind control, movies and such. That would be the more logical explanation but I suppose I could alter my perception to believe I was MK'd, y'know?
God, I'm so horrible at expressing this!
For example, you have a homeless guy screaming about a "chip in his head" or some such senario. Now, it's a pretty safe bet that he is suffering from some sort of mental disorder
but it's not as though "they"
wouldn't use a homeless man for a guinea pig.
And if you were someone who had suspicions that they were mind controlled, who would you talk to? A shrink is going to think you are delusional...and maybe you are. But the shrink is going to be biased so if you were actually a victim, the shrink would be persuading you
away from the truth. And it works the other way, too. Some people wouldn't even
think about the possibility that they were crazy. I always try to consider all angles and so my internal dialogue is constantly debating itself.
This is a topic that has been really plaguing me and for some personal reasons. There are just too many layers to delve into my reasons for being preoccupied with my mind control queries. I have had a very strange life with some fucked up experiences(I feel like I'm living in a David Lynch nightmare sometimes
) and I've know so many odd people.
Long before I was able to access internet, conspiracy type subjects were always of interest; aliens, the paranormal, ESP, government mind control, parallel dimensions, ect. But I was never into a "conspiracy movement", just speculating with my best friend about our bizarre thoughts and ideas. When I was a teenager, my uncle had a sort of melt down. I remember my dad talking about how paranoid he was. He thought a helicopter was following them once when he was riding with my dad. He told my dad that people were following him; he had become fearful for his life and wasn't sleeping. One night, he called my father and told him he was working with the CIA & FBI. He kept saying he was "the bait". It was about some family who lived across the street...they were the target because they were "ring leaders' or something. He told my dad some shit was going down and he told him when. My dad just thought he was talking crazy. Well, that night came.
From what I understand, my uncle had guns and ammo lined up against the wall. he had, I believe, bags of clothes or piles of them stacked up against the window(for any incoming bullets). He told his wife that the houses around them were filled with SWAT team, he was working for the government, ect. He had her go sit in the bathtub with a pillow, then proceeded to fire at the house across the street.
One of the neighbors called and he even stopped shooting for a moment to talk to him; calm & lucid. Then he went back to firing! His stepson was a cop and ended up at the scene, talking him out. He still insisted he was working with the CIA. They cuffed him and threw him in the backseat of the cop car to which he exclaimed, "Where's the SWAT team?" It's my understanding that he even told his lawyer this story. His wife said he'd been hearing voices. Oh, no one was injured, btw!
Anyway, he went to a mental institution for a bit. Interesting to note, the stupid local news gave out my sweet aunt's place of employment and she got death threats or something! She didn't do anything and she's super sweet!
Whew! I hadn't intended to ramble! Sorry! So, even though I was just like "Great my uncle's crazy!" there was a part of me that wondered "What if?" especially when I heard this odd little piece of the story- even my mom thought it was curious. In the days leading up to my uncle's big shootout, one of my aunt's sons or son-in-law was visiting with him. My uncle told him that a man would be coming by and that he would be carrying(and this is second hand so maybe not exactly what he said) two bags and a flag(or something to that effect). He was supposed to be involved with whatever my uncle thought he was involved with. Shortly after, there was a knock at the door and there stood the man with the flag & bags, just as my uncle said. I don't believe he stayed, just exchanged words(and bags?). But that part, at least was real, there was a witness.
Okay, sorry this post is spiraling out of control. There is actually a Part 2 to this before I can even hope to make the point I set out to make!
Please stay tuned!
But I always did have a hard time keeping quiet! 
Especially listening to Weidner talking about how they create a false reality...it's all so mind bending! 
