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Brainwashing in America

Copyright 2007 by Daniel A. Montgomery

November 1, 2005 Illegal Search and Seizure

On November 1, 2005, I went to check my mail at the River Road Post Office before I left town. I had my Greyhound ticket to Portland ready. I got on the #51 River Road bus at 6:30 p.m. at the courthouse corner in Eugene, Oregon. At River Road Transit Station, I got off and hurried to the post office and back so I could catch the same bus back without waiting an hour.

I was reading my mail in the foot light of a pedestal. My book bag was on top of the pedestal. At about 6:55 p.m., there were three kids in the parking lot on kid size bicycles. They were all wearing coats with hoods. A youthful voice asked me what time it was. I said I didn't know.

One of the kids grabbed my book bag when they went by on their bikes. I dropped my mail and gave chase. They glided across the street gradually picking up momentum, but almost got hit by a car. They crossed the street and went into an alley behind the Veteran's Clinic. I was screaming for the police when I crossed the street. In the alley, they were getting away, so I turned around and ran toward McDonald's across the street. A group of women and children ran past me. They had joined the chase.

I was out of breath at the restaurant. The manager said they have no phones for emergency calls except the pay phone a lady was using. I persuaded the lady to hang up so I could call the police.

While I was talking to the police, a young man came in and said the cyclists were circling behind the Veteran's Clinic. I passed that on to the police.

I waited outside. A man drove up and said he was the one who almost had an accident because of the bicyclists. He tried to follow them. They were kids, he said. There was a hole through a fence into the bike path. He assumed that was where they went. His son was working a car and saw the theft. He gave me his name and phone number.

Two police cars came by and one stopped to talk. The officer was tall and thin with black hair and prominent cheek bones. He decided it was not a robbery and I didn't see any faces, so he had nothing to investigate. I insisted on making a charge of theft, so then he took my contact information.

While we were talking, one of the ladies came with my book bag. She found it in the street. I was very thankful.

The officer inquired about whether anything was missing. It was very dark, so I put the bag on the hood of the patrol car and he turned the spotlights on. The Greyhound ticket was still there. Nothing was missing, but it looked like a car ran over it in a mud puddle. Some things were crushed. Vitamin bottles, a new umbrella, a spool of dental floss and a tube of foot cream were crushed. The foot cream made a mess. I apologized for the mess on his hood and wiped it off. That was OK.

I told the officer I needed to go pick up my mail before the wind blew it away. He told me to stay right in this area because another officer was coming. He left at 7:40 p.m.

At 8 p.m., a transit security officer in a white car parked in the park and ride. Then, right away, two men rode across the lot on small, dark bikes which looked exactly the same as the kids' bikes. They were wearing clothes that looked the same. One was wearing a yellow rain coat that looked exactly like style of the one that one of the kids wore. These two men were overweight and had short beards. They were not the kids.

I motioned to the security officer. He rolled the window down a crack like he was frightened of something. I asked him if he was here because of my complaint. He only said, "You are Montgomery." I told him I heard the voice of a youth at the beginning. Those men were not the kids who took the bag. He left. I caught the bus at 8:19 p.m. I recognized the transit security officer. He was involved in another illegal search and seizure a few months before.

November 3, 2006 Oasis Turning Point

On November 3, 2006, I received an uninvited e-mail from Oasis Turning Point. I looked at their site. They assert that they oppose mental enslavement. Their practices resemble a front organization. I filled out a form on their contact page. They did not respond directly. I received an e-mail from someone who makes it sound like a bulletin board for my personal information. Diffusing accountability is a front organization tactic like this. Oasis Turning Point has links to two web sites which oppose mental enslavement. This creates a transference of good will without having an endorsement from those other web sites.

Oasis Turning Point is maintained by Susan Sayler and Mr. Vinancio. A couple of years ago, I joined the MCactivism discussion group. The list was started by reputable people, but I discontinued subscription because I was plagued by argumentative e-mail from Susan Sayler. I doubt that Vinancio and Sayler ever intended to remain a part of the original group. I suspect they only wanted to misappropriate the the group's aura of sincerity.

Oasis Turning Point says they are a tax exempt organization. They suggest that those who support the proliferation of power of national intelligence agencies are afraid to harass their project. I suspect the real reason is that Oasis Turning Point is a front for a campaign to ferret out victims who have not yet complained. Standing up to be counted is like setting yourself up to be shot down.

January 12, 2007 How I used aluminum foil to escape from electromagnetic enslavement.

A new electromagnetic control system is being deployed. The system is used to remotely control muscle movement. It can make you do and say things you otherwise would not do and say. One can expect that this system is used in the downtown areas of big cities, the post office, busses and other places where there may be crowds that the federal agency wants to control.

Tear off about four square feet of aluminum foil. Fold it into a rectangle the size of your palm. Put it on your left hip at the waist. You can fold it over inner clothing.

I would guess that it cost a lot of money to build a computer controlled magnetic system like that. All you need is aluminum foil.

March 23, 2007

Next time, they turned the power up. Try eight square feet of foil.

July 25, 2007
16912 -- 26th Ave. S.W.
Burien, WA 98166

Director of National Intelligence
Attn: Alexander W. Joel
Civil Liberties Protection Officer
Washington, D.C. 20511

Dear Mr. Joel,

The FBI has persistently poisoned me with a deleterious chemical since 1988. On July 24, 2007, the Fred Meyer store in The Dalles, Oregon sold me dates poisoned with this chemical. Poisonings like this look like they are done through the cooperation of one or more stock clerks of the store.

This chemical causes deterioration of the knee joints and jaw bone. The damage is assymmetric. The damage to the right knee begins first and is greater than the damage to the left knee. This unidentified chemical could be the cause of a documented assymetric neuropathy which I have acquired.

The FBI knew that this chemical causes assymmetric damage to the knees. In 1988, they arranged an "accident" to deceive me into thionking that the right knee cap impairment was caused by knocking the knee cap loose.

I want the FBI to stop poisoning my food with deleterious chemicals.

Yours sincerely,
Daniel A. Montgomery

An unanswered letter:

August 1, 2006
P.O. Box 40624
Eugene, OR 97404

Director of National Intelligence
Attn: Alexander W. Joel
Civil Liberties Protection Officer
Washington, D.C. 20511

Dear Mr. Joel,

I was a witness of murders in the Vietnam War. The perpetrators have concealed their crimes by systematically impairing my memory and reinforcing the impairment. Their methods of electronic surveillance are the probable cause of a blood disorder.

On February 21, 1970, I was at Fire Support Base Louis while performing duties as a mortarman in First Battalion, 22nd Infantry Regiment, 4th Division. Members of one squad of 4/42 Artillery contrived to create a mishap in which they accidentally on purposely killed one soldier from Company D, one Montagnard, and they tried to kill me. We were forced into a line in front of a 105 mm cannon. One of the artillery crew, Jeff Beardsley, tried to stop them from firing to kill us at short range by standing in front of the cannon, so they shot him and pretended it was an accident.

My memory was immediately and intentionally impaired. The suspects in this crime include Col. Juvenal, the battalion commander and Maj. Rabin who was preparing to take command on February 23, 1970.

Another suspect in the cover up of this crime is George Heidt. Our exchange of e-mail in 2005 shows that he is deliberately misleading. He alleges thatI was not even at FSB Louis in February, 1970. I have documentation and witnesses that prove that I was.

I had 35 mm photo slides from Vietnam. One was taken at FSB Louis on or about February 23, 1970. This group of slides was robbed from me in 1998. My memory was impaired at the time of the robbery.

On February 14, 2006, I had a medical exam at the VA outpatient clinic in Eugene, OR. The medical examiner did not inform me of abnormal blood test results. The abnormal results were not mentioned in my compensation and evaluation report. It is probable that the blood tests indicate that I have a blood disorder that is caused by magnetic or electronic sensitivity resulting from inhumane intelligence activity that is organized by criminal psychopaths masquerading as legitimate government agents.

I want this tyrannical campaign to stop.

Yours sincerely,

Daniel A. Montgomery

Copyright 2007 Daniel A. Montgomery
Men stumble over the truth from time to time, but most pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing happened -- Winston Churchill