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Francis E. Dec, a schizophrenic man who believed he was being gangstalked by a Gangster Worldwide Computer God with access to Frankenstein radio brain controls and his cronies. Crazier still, he ended up being correct.
Between the 1960s to 1980s several lucky people would unexpectedly receive in the mail a letter from a Francis E. Dec, Esq. They didn't know who this man was but it only took a glance at his letters to understand one thing - he's an absolute fucking wackjob.
The letters were densely packed with typed writing that drips with equal parts autobiography and hogshit crazy nonsense. For most recipients they went right in the trash, but for very few it was art suitable for framing.
The more autobiographical letters I'll go over later, but the ones that are little more than unhinged rants we can touch upon here.
The running theme in most of his letters is that all of humanity, except him, has been outfitted with brain control devices by a gangster computer god. He was spared simply because his fine polish brain was too big and his skull too thin to be controlled.
In his letter The True History of Nazi Jewmany, Dec explains that accounts of the holocaust are all wrong, that the Nazis were actually all Jews who rounded up 6 million polish people and made them into soaps and shoes. Also, just for good measure, the pope is a fag and a drug addict.
And Astrocism: The True Religion states that all pyramids in the world were built by Slovenic Polish people and, as if foreseeing "We Wuz Kangs," he asserts that they certainly weren't built by niggers.
I'll provide some more relevant exerpts from his letters throughout the OP. Audio recordings are available further into this OP and all of his available rants and letters can be read here.
Francis E. Dec was born to Polish immigrants Rose and Jan Dec on January 6, 1926 in New York.
Dec led a reasonably normal young life, he attented Catholic grammar school, went to high school, and then enlisted for military service.
During his time in the armed forces there does not appear to be signs of his likely schizophrenia controlling him. He was honorably discharged as a Private First Class and decorated, though received only common medals, which indicates he was, at least, an adequate soldier because you don't tend to get any medals at all if you're calling your CO an eyesight telelvision mind controlled jew nazi.
Dec attended St. John’s University and, later, Brooklyn Law School. Soon after graduation he was employed with the Nassau County Police Force as a patrolman and, after this, was admitted to the NY Bar as a lawyer.
In the mid-1950s we start to see indications of something going wrong inside of Dec with spectres of his paranoid delusions starting to show themselves. Dec lost his job with the police force because he accused Henry H. Meyer, Assistant District Attorney, of “forging and cashing his son’s disability checks in order to defraud his son and place him in an insane asylum.”
Soon after this he took a case from Elizabeth Wirschning to settle an insurance claim and another case from her regarding separation from her husband. Nassau County accuses Dec of Second Degree Forgery, Second Degree Grand Larceny, and Fraud or Deceit by Notary Public.
Dec accused a jurer in his case of being under the thumb of Frank Gulotta, the district attorney. The judge apparently diasgreed and Dec was found guilty and sentenced to 5 years probation and disbarment.
Whether justified or not, this persecution is likely what caused his psyche to crack as, in 1960 he was arrested for violating his probation and sentenced to 60 days in Pilgrim State Hospital for mental examination. He was released and charges were dropped, putting him back on probation.
At this time Dec is destitute and everything he built in his life has crumbled down. He lives with his brother and submits appeal after appeal trying to clear his name.
In fact, after many failed attempts for appeals and to reverse his ruling Dec pens To All Judges as a rather angry request for a re-hearing of his case.
Dec tried being patient with the Nassau County judges and District Attorneys but after losing countless appeals Dec goes for a tried but true secret weapon in this letter:
He calls them niggers.
Dec, tired of the United States and its crooked legal system, decides to sneak out of his brother’s house under cover of night and return to The Motherland, Poland. Unfortunately this excursion is the first situation where we see that Dec’s psyche at this point has gone from cracked to entirely broken.
Dec’s flight made an unexpected stop at another airport. A casual observer may think it was a simple layover, or perhaps there was bad weather. But Dec knew the real reason.
It was the CIA and they’re gonna kill him with poison gas. He freaked out and demanded to be flown back to NYC. He was detained for three days before being flown home.
He discusses his ordeal in Master Race Frankenstein Radio Controls:
He was now no longer working for the police department, as a lawyer, or even just as a landlord renting out his rental properties. His appeals were all pro se filed in forma pauperis. His mental illness had advanced so much at this point that Francis E. Dec was now a full-time retard.
Joseph, Francis’ brother, left Francis to live on his own, hoping he would be able to take care of himself. Francis immediately threw most of the furniture in the trash, stripped off the wallpaper, and chipped off the paint with hundreds of razor blades because he felt that the house was a CIA death trap and the furniture, wallpaper, and paint, were part of the trap.
Dec did start making a bit of a living again, working in investments, but that fell through when Dec got too worried about the Gangster Computer God and/or CIA finding him so he took a break from it, only to find the police at his door ready to cart him away to an insane asylum for reasons unknown.
Dec never went, instead choosing to lock himself in his home from 1969 to 1982 for fear of CIA assassination and, a more real looming threat, being lobotomized.
Through the 60s and 70s Dec's letters are a mostly invisible phenomenon, with a majority of people who get his letters giving it a glance, throwing it away, and never thinking about it again. In the 80s, however, they found their way to Boyd "Doc On The Roq" Britton, a radio personality. Being amused, high, and bored in the radio station, Doc decides to do a dramatic reading of some of Dec's letters. Doc never intended these recording to leave the hands of himself and a few close friends, but it got out to drummer for punk rock band, The Germs, Don Bolles and leaked from there.
Doc's recordings become so widely known that, to this day, many think the recordings are of Dec himself. His readings are so synonymous with Dec that Doc Britton's picture even sometimes floats around labeled as a picture of Francis E. Dec.
At the same time the founder of growing counterculture movement, The Church of the Subgenius, Ivan Stang, was copying and sharing Dec's letters on a nearly industrial scale, even including it in their newsletter, The Stark Fist of Removal.
Underground cult cartoonist, Robert Crumb, was also a big Dec fan, including an entire page of his writing in the 1983 issue of Weirdo.
Between Crumb, Doc's Tapes, and The Church of The Subgenius' backing, Dec-a-Mania was hitting the late 80s/early 90s nerd niche counterculture scene hard, with digitized copies of Britton's tapes and transcribed versions of the letters spreading around usenet.
In 1989 Doc Britton, being in the Hempstead area, attempted to visit Dec but, maybe predictibly, Dec was not answering his front door. The only other option was to try the back door and, not wanting to violate his privacy or scare him, Britton chose to leave empty-handed.
Doc Britton failed in his effort to meet Dec because he respected boundaries and basic decency. Unfortunately, another succeeded who had no such respect. Enter Forrest Jackson, a man who had been researching Dec’s whereabouts and was determined to meet Dec in the flesh.
Jackson found out from Dec’s brother that Francis was incapacitated in a VA hospital. Where most people would have seen this as a good stopping point, Forrest saw it as a lead. It was just a matter of tracking down nearby VA hospitals and he could have a captive audience with Dec.
Jackson, along with friends Ean Schuessler and David Hanson, flew from Dallas to New York to see Francis E. Dec while dressed like black suited G-men. Hanson particularly seemed extra malevolent, wanting to throw a live tarantula on him because of Dec's rants about "Deadly touch tarantula spiders."
Jackson’s telling of the story here makes it clear that Dec was non-communicative and in the advanced stages of dementia. He continues to state that they were ushered off premises 5 minutes later.
This is the last known picture of Francis E Dec, likely a still from four minutes of video footage Jackson took and immediately started advertising an ebay listing of on usenet.
Later, Joseph Dec revealed that these weens' gayops made him concerned that the CIA really was after his brother and, as a result, burned all of Francis' writings and other works after his death.
So who were the retards that felt the need to harass a dying old man and robbed the world of posthumous Francis E. Dec gems as a direct result?
Forrest Jackson
Jackson is a bookbinder based in Dallas TX. He made a shitty book about the heavens gate cult.
He ran a website called hotweird, a standard 2000s edgy boy website complete with flames and that "evil inside" intel spoof that everybody had at the time. Completely milquetoast shit.
The links all went to mundane personal projects or standard art fag crap. One link that stood out was called "Deadly Low-down Gangster Controls" clicking it brought you to a kind of a catalog of early OSINT websites, including links on how to find peoples' telephone numbers, look up license plate numbers, get credit and employment history and, info on how to find lost children which, in the context of this site feels more like the intention is to snap them up before the police do.
Ean Schuessler
CTO of a web design firm called Brainfood(a), Ean claims to have been a principal of the company since 1991, meaning he was with this company even at the time he terrorized a dying invalid.
David Hanson
You’d think David might be hard to find anything on since the other two have pretty unique names and David doesn’t. In this case, you’d be very, very wrong. You see, this isn’t just David Hanson, loser Dallas art fag, this is David Hanson, loser Dallas art fag that got incredibly lucky because he put a terrifying rubber face on Microsoft Sam, Hanson Robotics, Sophia The Robot, David Hanson. That David Hanson.
Yes, Francis E. Dec, a long-suffering mentally degenerated old man, immobilized in his death bed was once terrorized and plotted against with tarantula-based assault, by a man who made himself a millionaire by putting a Halloween mask on SmarterChild.
In fact, becoming this rich and powerful off of just some computers and some rubber makes him something of a… computer god, doesn’t it? His actions make him… gangster like? And what kind of controls does he use to control this body that he gave life to? Frankenstein controls.
I’d like to say that Dec’s run-in with Hanson was his last stand against the Great, Evil, Gangster Computer God with Frankenstein Controls. It’s fun to think of it that way.
But I won’t.
That’s what Hanson, Schuessler, and Jackson wanted. Jackson specifically peppered his letter about meeting Dec with attempts to absolve himself of guilt, saying he was venerating him by posing as government agents, giving life to and vindicating his long-held paranoias. And if that weren’t enough he dropped the old chestnut of “besides, he was a racist anyway”.
Hanson, Schuessler, and Jackson were weens of the highest order, profiteering money and late 90s edgy usenet scene clout out of a troubled, helpless, and sick old man that was getting ready to die.
We can see here that Ean Schuessler's company brainfood works on Hanson Robotics' website.
This D Magazine article (a) discusses Ean and his dead brother Erik's friendship with David Hanson of Hanson Robotics and also has ties to Disturbathon (see the below tangent) as well as their friendship with Forrest Jackson.
This Digital City article outright says David Hanson the CEO and the Disturbathon guy are one and the same right in the headline.

And Popular Science(a) also discussed Hanson and his Disturbathon involvement.

Forrest Jackson also identifies himself by his fj@hotweird.com email address, which is mentioned all over Donna Kossy and Church of the Subgenius websites about Dec.
All these men live in Dallas, have the same niche interests, run with the same niche crowds. They are the people who visited Dec in the VA hospital.
On January 21, 1996, in Saint Alban's VA Hospital in Albany, NY, Francis E. Dec, Esq. finally met his end at the age of 70. Emboldened by his death, the Gangster Computer God released new, horrifying Frankenstein brain control devices in the same year, including the world's first flip phone (Motorola StarTAC) and the world's first prototype smartphone (Nokia 9000 Communicator). Soon after we all willingly became tracked and monitored by all-seeing Gangster Computer Gods and their Frankenstein radio controls.
Francis E. Dec could not save us from our doomed timeline.
If you'd like to learn more I recommend watching Toad McKinley's video. I stood on the shoulders of giants here as he uncovered a lot, including the entire David Hanson angle.
(archived copy on file)
Toad's second video on David Hanson
Between the 1960s to 1980s several lucky people would unexpectedly receive in the mail a letter from a Francis E. Dec, Esq. They didn't know who this man was but it only took a glance at his letters to understand one thing - he's an absolute fucking wackjob.
The letters were densely packed with typed writing that drips with equal parts autobiography and hogshit crazy nonsense. For most recipients they went right in the trash, but for very few it was art suitable for framing.
The more autobiographical letters I'll go over later, but the ones that are little more than unhinged rants we can touch upon here.
The running theme in most of his letters is that all of humanity, except him, has been outfitted with brain control devices by a gangster computer god. He was spared simply because his fine polish brain was too big and his skull too thin to be controlled.
UNTIL MY “UNDETECTABLE EXTERMINATION”, I, FRANCIS E. DEC, ESQUIRE, 29 MAPLE AVENUE, HEMPSTEAD, N.Y. I STAND ALONE AGAINST YOUR MAD DEADLY WORLD-WIDE CONSPIRATORIAL GANGSTER COMPUTER GOD COMMUNISM WITH WALL to WALL DEADLY GANGSTER PROTECTION, LIFE LONG SWORN CONSPIRATORS MURDER INCORPORATED ORGANIZED CRIME, THE POLICE AND JUDGES, the DEADLY SNEAK PARROTING PUPPET GANGSTERS USING ALL THE GANGSTER DEADLY FRANKENSTEIN CONTROLS.
In his letter The True History of Nazi Jewmany, Dec explains that accounts of the holocaust are all wrong, that the Nazis were actually all Jews who rounded up 6 million polish people and made them into soaps and shoes. Also, just for good measure, the pope is a fag and a drug addict.
Nazi Jewmany occupied Poland in 1939. Hitler JEW gang made Nazi JEW HANS FRANK total governor of Poland with his JEW gangs, provinces rulers, high Gestapo, military S.S. etc. Many of these Nazi Jews lived in the luxurious city site JEW GHETTO of the capital city, Warsaw.
They all stated in details that the entire MAFIA (Catholic) RELIGION from the rectum and cunt lapping, a true aROMA, FAG, DRUG ADDICT GINNY POPE PIUS XII, to the lowest priest, not only partook of all of the Polish human products, such as human frozen and preserved meat, leather shoes, even human soap, but also worked in conspiracy with the Gestapo, especially in chicanerously, quietly rounding up the six million innocent Polish people exterminated, with con artist claims of work jobs for the Nazi war effort and how the Gestapo with the lowly gangster Ginny Pope Pius XII gang arranged that felon priests, such as murderers, burglarers, rape sodomists etc., instead of prison such felon priest were made KAPOS, TRUSTEE SARGENTS (CON ARTISTS) in the HUMAN MEAT FACTORY EXTERMINATION CAMPS.
And Astrocism: The True Religion states that all pyramids in the world were built by Slovenic Polish people and, as if foreseeing "We Wuz Kangs," he asserts that they certainly weren't built by niggers.
Like ALL of the pyramids, the pyramids in the Torrid zone in Central America were built by Slovenic Astrocism, with C. God Frankenstein Skull Cap Controls, under the direct rays of the sun lite, to eliminate slanted diffusion etc. with no snow to curtail operations year round, with endless growing season to sustain life, with no intelligent nearby population to interfere or spread the secret, not even an interfering nite glow, smoke, dust, etc. from any population. NO MULATTO NIGERS with virtually no tools to this day built the Central American sophisticated SECRET SPACE ASTRONOMICAL CENTERS, NAMELY THE PYRAMIDS IN CENTRAL AMERICA.
I'll provide some more relevant exerpts from his letters throughout the OP. Audio recordings are available further into this OP and all of his available rants and letters can be read here.
Francis E. Dec was born to Polish immigrants Rose and Jan Dec on January 6, 1926 in New York.
Dec led a reasonably normal young life, he attented Catholic grammar school, went to high school, and then enlisted for military service.
During his time in the armed forces there does not appear to be signs of his likely schizophrenia controlling him. He was honorably discharged as a Private First Class and decorated, though received only common medals, which indicates he was, at least, an adequate soldier because you don't tend to get any medals at all if you're calling your CO an eyesight telelvision mind controlled jew nazi.
Dec attended St. John’s University and, later, Brooklyn Law School. Soon after graduation he was employed with the Nassau County Police Force as a patrolman and, after this, was admitted to the NY Bar as a lawyer.
In the mid-1950s we start to see indications of something going wrong inside of Dec with spectres of his paranoid delusions starting to show themselves. Dec lost his job with the police force because he accused Henry H. Meyer, Assistant District Attorney, of “forging and cashing his son’s disability checks in order to defraud his son and place him in an insane asylum.”
Soon after this he took a case from Elizabeth Wirschning to settle an insurance claim and another case from her regarding separation from her husband. Nassau County accuses Dec of Second Degree Forgery, Second Degree Grand Larceny, and Fraud or Deceit by Notary Public.
Dec accused a jurer in his case of being under the thumb of Frank Gulotta, the district attorney. The judge apparently diasgreed and Dec was found guilty and sentenced to 5 years probation and disbarment.
Whether justified or not, this persecution is likely what caused his psyche to crack as, in 1960 he was arrested for violating his probation and sentenced to 60 days in Pilgrim State Hospital for mental examination. He was released and charges were dropped, putting him back on probation.
At this time Dec is destitute and everything he built in his life has crumbled down. He lives with his brother and submits appeal after appeal trying to clear his name.
In fact, after many failed attempts for appeals and to reverse his ruling Dec pens To All Judges as a rather angry request for a re-hearing of his case.
I write DEMANDING a re-hearing of my worse-than-lowest Deadly Gangster police state Criminal Conviction which appeal case was in your farce Deadly Gangster ghetto-Communist Gangster Computer God-manipulated Gangster Court!
Dec tried being patient with the Nassau County judges and District Attorneys but after losing countless appeals Dec goes for a tried but true secret weapon in this letter:
He calls them niggers.
The blackish menial negroidic-in-apperance-and-demeanor felon vicious Parroting Puppet ex District Attorney Nassau County with NO private law experience, DETESTED by all factions. In spite of this, SOLELY because of his many year secret gangsterization and crucifixion of ME, this negroidic low mafionic deadly BLACK Frank Gulotta was then IMMEDIATELY and UNPRECEDENTEDLY and REPEATEDLY rapidly PROMOTED - in spite of TREMENDOUS opposition - to the present position of second highest state judgeship SOLELY through Gangster Computer God manipulation!
Dec, tired of the United States and its crooked legal system, decides to sneak out of his brother’s house under cover of night and return to The Motherland, Poland. Unfortunately this excursion is the first situation where we see that Dec’s psyche at this point has gone from cracked to entirely broken.
Dec’s flight made an unexpected stop at another airport. A casual observer may think it was a simple layover, or perhaps there was bad weather. But Dec knew the real reason.
It was the CIA and they’re gonna kill him with poison gas. He freaked out and demanded to be flown back to NYC. He was detained for three days before being flown home.
He discusses his ordeal in Master Race Frankenstein Radio Controls:
THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THIS WORSE GANGSTER POLICE STATE, USING ALL OF THE DEADLY GANGSTER FRANKENSTEIN CONTROLS. IN 1965 C.I.A. GANGSTER POLICE BEAT ME BLOODILY, DRAGGED ME IN CHAINS from KENNEDY N.Y. AIRPORT. SINCE THEN I HIDE in FORCED JOBLESS POVERTY, ISOLATED ALONE in this LOW DEADLY NIGERTOWN OLD HOUSE.
THE BRAZEN, DEADLY GANGSTER POLICE AND NIGER PUPPET UNDERLINGS SPRAY ME WITH POISON NERVE GAS from AUTOMOBILE EXHAUSTS AND EVEN LAWN MOWERS, DEADLY ASSAULTS. EVEN IN MY YARD, WITH KNIVES, EVEN BRICKS and STONES, EVEN DEADLY TOUCH TABIN, or ELECTRIC SHOCK “FLASH LITE” EVEN REMOTE ELECTRONICALLY CONTROLLED AROUND CORNERS TRAJECTION of DEADLY TOUCH TARANTULA SPIDERS, or EVEN BLOODY MURDER “ACCIDENTS” TO SHUT ME UP FOREVER WITH A “SNEAK UNDETECTABLE EXTERMINATION”, EVEN WITH TRAINED PARROTING PUPPET ASSASSINS, IN MAXIMUM SECURITY INSANITY PRISON FOR WRITING THESE UNFORGIVABLE, TRUTHFUL LETTERS.
He was now no longer working for the police department, as a lawyer, or even just as a landlord renting out his rental properties. His appeals were all pro se filed in forma pauperis. His mental illness had advanced so much at this point that Francis E. Dec was now a full-time retard.
Joseph, Francis’ brother, left Francis to live on his own, hoping he would be able to take care of himself. Francis immediately threw most of the furniture in the trash, stripped off the wallpaper, and chipped off the paint with hundreds of razor blades because he felt that the house was a CIA death trap and the furniture, wallpaper, and paint, were part of the trap.
Dec did start making a bit of a living again, working in investments, but that fell through when Dec got too worried about the Gangster Computer God and/or CIA finding him so he took a break from it, only to find the police at his door ready to cart him away to an insane asylum for reasons unknown.
Dec never went, instead choosing to lock himself in his home from 1969 to 1982 for fear of CIA assassination and, a more real looming threat, being lobotomized.
Through the 60s and 70s Dec's letters are a mostly invisible phenomenon, with a majority of people who get his letters giving it a glance, throwing it away, and never thinking about it again. In the 80s, however, they found their way to Boyd "Doc On The Roq" Britton, a radio personality. Being amused, high, and bored in the radio station, Doc decides to do a dramatic reading of some of Dec's letters. Doc never intended these recording to leave the hands of himself and a few close friends, but it got out to drummer for punk rock band, The Germs, Don Bolles and leaked from there.
Doc's recordings become so widely known that, to this day, many think the recordings are of Dec himself. His readings are so synonymous with Dec that Doc Britton's picture even sometimes floats around labeled as a picture of Francis E. Dec.
ASTROCISM: THE TRUE RELIGION OF THE SLOVENE PEOPLE! - Read by Peter "Zer0" Branting
FRANKENSTEIN RADIO HEAD - Read by Anon
THE TRUE HISTORY OF NAZI JEWMANY! - AI upgrade by @IamnottheNSA
MASTER RACE FRANKENSTEIN CONTROLS - Read by Boyd "Doc" Britton
GANGSTER COMPUTER GOD WORLD-WIDE SECRET CONTAINMENT POLICY - Read by Boyd "Doc" Britton
THE EVIL METRIC SYSTEM CONSPIRACY - Read by The Great Grottu
THE TOP-SECRET DUAL FOOD STANDARD - Read by Peter "Zer0" Branting
WORLDWIDE OPEN SECRET - Read by Boyd "Doc" Britton
THE TEDDY KENNEDY LETTER - Read by Ted Torbich
TO ALL JUDGES - Read by Boyd "Doc" Britton
A TERRIBLE PRISON SENTENCE - Read by Peter "Zer0" Branting
FRANKENSTEIN RADIO HEAD - Read by Anon
THE TRUE HISTORY OF NAZI JEWMANY! - AI upgrade by @IamnottheNSA
MASTER RACE FRANKENSTEIN CONTROLS - Read by Boyd "Doc" Britton
GANGSTER COMPUTER GOD WORLD-WIDE SECRET CONTAINMENT POLICY - Read by Boyd "Doc" Britton
THE EVIL METRIC SYSTEM CONSPIRACY - Read by The Great Grottu
THE TOP-SECRET DUAL FOOD STANDARD - Read by Peter "Zer0" Branting
WORLDWIDE OPEN SECRET - Read by Boyd "Doc" Britton
THE TEDDY KENNEDY LETTER - Read by Ted Torbich
TO ALL JUDGES - Read by Boyd "Doc" Britton
A TERRIBLE PRISON SENTENCE - Read by Peter "Zer0" Branting
At the same time the founder of growing counterculture movement, The Church of the Subgenius, Ivan Stang, was copying and sharing Dec's letters on a nearly industrial scale, even including it in their newsletter, The Stark Fist of Removal.
Underground cult cartoonist, Robert Crumb, was also a big Dec fan, including an entire page of his writing in the 1983 issue of Weirdo.
Between Crumb, Doc's Tapes, and The Church of The Subgenius' backing, Dec-a-Mania was hitting the late 80s/early 90s nerd niche counterculture scene hard, with digitized copies of Britton's tapes and transcribed versions of the letters spreading around usenet.
In 1989 Doc Britton, being in the Hempstead area, attempted to visit Dec but, maybe predictibly, Dec was not answering his front door. The only other option was to try the back door and, not wanting to violate his privacy or scare him, Britton chose to leave empty-handed.
Doc Britton failed in his effort to meet Dec because he respected boundaries and basic decency. Unfortunately, another succeeded who had no such respect. Enter Forrest Jackson, a man who had been researching Dec’s whereabouts and was determined to meet Dec in the flesh.
Finally, it dawned on me to write a letter to 29 Maple and hope for the best. Since I had read reports of Dec’s consistent unavailability to visitors, I was resigned to the dreadful probabilities that he was either dead or incapacitated. The latter condition is the case; a fact that Joseph Dec related to me in a letter posted from Brooklyn. You see, he is Francis’ legal guardian, so he receives his mail.
Jackson found out from Dec’s brother that Francis was incapacitated in a VA hospital. Where most people would have seen this as a good stopping point, Forrest saw it as a lead. It was just a matter of tracking down nearby VA hospitals and he could have a captive audience with Dec.
After securing flights and a modicum of surveillance equipment, David Hanson, Ean Schuessler, and I converged in Manhattan to carry out our gangster plan -- to meet Francis Dec. The nurses assured me that we were perfectly welcome to visit any time between the hours of 9:00 AM and 9:00 PM. Initially, David wanted to stay the entire twelve hours and insisted that I bring my pet tarantula to throw on the poor bed-ridden fellow at 8:59 PM. I reminded David that, although we might look menacing to Dec in our black suits, we were there to venerate and terrify him, not to harm him.
Jackson, along with friends Ean Schuessler and David Hanson, flew from Dallas to New York to see Francis E. Dec while dressed like black suited G-men. Hanson particularly seemed extra malevolent, wanting to throw a live tarantula on him because of Dec's rants about "Deadly touch tarantula spiders."
It was quite difficult to ask questions of this near-corpse.
I will never forget how Dec's jaw made a continual muffled click as he chomped on his mandible.
Jackson’s telling of the story here makes it clear that Dec was non-communicative and in the advanced stages of dementia. He continues to state that they were ushered off premises 5 minutes later.
This is the last known picture of Francis E Dec, likely a still from four minutes of video footage Jackson took and immediately started advertising an ebay listing of on usenet.
Later, Joseph Dec revealed that these weens' gayops made him concerned that the CIA really was after his brother and, as a result, burned all of Francis' writings and other works after his death.
So who were the retards that felt the need to harass a dying old man and robbed the world of posthumous Francis E. Dec gems as a direct result?
Forrest Jackson
Jackson is a bookbinder based in Dallas TX. He made a shitty book about the heavens gate cult.
He ran a website called hotweird, a standard 2000s edgy boy website complete with flames and that "evil inside" intel spoof that everybody had at the time. Completely milquetoast shit.
The links all went to mundane personal projects or standard art fag crap. One link that stood out was called "Deadly Low-down Gangster Controls" clicking it brought you to a kind of a catalog of early OSINT websites, including links on how to find peoples' telephone numbers, look up license plate numbers, get credit and employment history and, info on how to find lost children which, in the context of this site feels more like the intention is to snap them up before the police do.
This private information is unavailable to guests due to policies enforced by third-parties.
Ean Schuessler
CTO of a web design firm called Brainfood(a), Ean claims to have been a principal of the company since 1991, meaning he was with this company even at the time he terrorized a dying invalid.
This private information is unavailable to guests due to policies enforced by third-parties.
David Hanson
You’d think David might be hard to find anything on since the other two have pretty unique names and David doesn’t. In this case, you’d be very, very wrong. You see, this isn’t just David Hanson, loser Dallas art fag, this is David Hanson, loser Dallas art fag that got incredibly lucky because he put a terrifying rubber face on Microsoft Sam, Hanson Robotics, Sophia The Robot, David Hanson. That David Hanson.
Yes, Francis E. Dec, a long-suffering mentally degenerated old man, immobilized in his death bed was once terrorized and plotted against with tarantula-based assault, by a man who made himself a millionaire by putting a Halloween mask on SmarterChild.
In fact, becoming this rich and powerful off of just some computers and some rubber makes him something of a… computer god, doesn’t it? His actions make him… gangster like? And what kind of controls does he use to control this body that he gave life to? Frankenstein controls.
I’d like to say that Dec’s run-in with Hanson was his last stand against the Great, Evil, Gangster Computer God with Frankenstein Controls. It’s fun to think of it that way.
But I won’t.
That’s what Hanson, Schuessler, and Jackson wanted. Jackson specifically peppered his letter about meeting Dec with attempts to absolve himself of guilt, saying he was venerating him by posing as government agents, giving life to and vindicating his long-held paranoias. And if that weren’t enough he dropped the old chestnut of “besides, he was a racist anyway”.
Hanson, Schuessler, and Jackson were weens of the highest order, profiteering money and late 90s edgy usenet scene clout out of a troubled, helpless, and sick old man that was getting ready to die.

This D Magazine article (a) discusses Ean and his dead brother Erik's friendship with David Hanson of Hanson Robotics and also has ties to Disturbathon (see the below tangent) as well as their friendship with Forrest Jackson.
This Digital City article outright says David Hanson the CEO and the Disturbathon guy are one and the same right in the headline.

And Popular Science(a) also discussed Hanson and his Disturbathon involvement.

Forrest Jackson also identifies himself by his fj@hotweird.com email address, which is mentioned all over Donna Kossy and Church of the Subgenius websites about Dec.
All these men live in Dallas, have the same niche interests, run with the same niche crowds. They are the people who visited Dec in the VA hospital.
Although it isn’t relevant it is fun to know that David Hanson, of Hanson Robotics, creator of Sophia The Robot, all of which I will state again for SEO purposes, was not only the founder of Hanson Robotics but, if you looked carefully in the screenshot of Forrest Jackson’s website, hotweird, you might have noticed a little ad in the right corner.
Get disturbed. This is an advertisement for Disturbathon. Essentially, Disturbathon is a party. A big party. A big degenerate party. A big disgusting degenerate party set in a labyrinth with dominatrixes, rampant fucking, dead alligators, live goats, severed goat heads, cock and ball torture, drugs, gory horror movies, naked mud pits, and gay bdsm.
And who started this party? David Hanson, of course. In 1989 David Hanson started Disturbathon by converting his apartment to look like a jungle, complete with live alligator. His Christian roommate was not a fan of this and, understandably, left. David was thrilled because he’s an edgy boy that loves sticking it to Christians.
Disturbathon appears to have gone on from 1989 up to just a few years ago, though I found no evidence that it is still active today.
Get disturbed. This is an advertisement for Disturbathon. Essentially, Disturbathon is a party. A big party. A big degenerate party. A big disgusting degenerate party set in a labyrinth with dominatrixes, rampant fucking, dead alligators, live goats, severed goat heads, cock and ball torture, drugs, gory horror movies, naked mud pits, and gay bdsm.
And who started this party? David Hanson, of course. In 1989 David Hanson started Disturbathon by converting his apartment to look like a jungle, complete with live alligator. His Christian roommate was not a fan of this and, understandably, left. David was thrilled because he’s an edgy boy that loves sticking it to Christians.
Disturbathon appears to have gone on from 1989 up to just a few years ago, though I found no evidence that it is still active today.
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On January 21, 1996, in Saint Alban's VA Hospital in Albany, NY, Francis E. Dec, Esq. finally met his end at the age of 70. Emboldened by his death, the Gangster Computer God released new, horrifying Frankenstein brain control devices in the same year, including the world's first flip phone (Motorola StarTAC) and the world's first prototype smartphone (Nokia 9000 Communicator). Soon after we all willingly became tracked and monitored by all-seeing Gangster Computer Gods and their Frankenstein radio controls.
Francis E. Dec could not save us from our doomed timeline.
VideosIf you'd like to learn more I recommend watching Toad McKinley's video. I stood on the shoulders of giants here as he uncovered a lot, including the entire David Hanson angle.
Toad's second video on David Hanson
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Sources
Toad McKinley
The Official Francis E. Dec Fanclub
The Church of The Subgenius
Donna Kossy/Kooks Museum
Wikipedia
Brooklyn Heights Blog
Usenet
D Magazine
Popular Science
And a whole lot of archive.org
Toad McKinley
The Official Francis E. Dec Fanclub
The Church of The Subgenius
Donna Kossy/Kooks Museum
Wikipedia
Brooklyn Heights Blog
Usenet
D Magazine
Popular Science
And a whole lot of archive.org
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