DeagleDad420
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tl:dr; Caro is Jace Connors if he was competent enough to act on any of his violent paranoid delusions and actually hurt people. Caro is now presumed dead after going missing in Syria.
SUMMARY: He was originally infamous on Something Awful for his batshit insane posts where he accused everyone who disagreed with him of being an undercover cop. He is an insane ultra-liberarian gun nut who is paranoid about literally everything to the point where he thinks the CIA is gangstalking him 24/7. If you oppose him in any way, he will become convinced you are an agent sent to kill him. During this time he studied as some sort of physicist and constantly dreamt up batshit insane inventions that he thinks will revolutionize warfare. One of these includes a sattelite-mounted mind control beam that can turn people insane from outer space (see below for quote) In 2012 he traveled to Libya to help overthrow Gadaffi (which he filmed and uploaded on youtube here) purely so he could shoot people in real life to express his violent sociopathic tendencies. He regularly practiced unliscenced medicine working as a "medic" after teaching himself how to suture wounds from watching YouTube videos, and his medical ineptitude cost a man his leg. Caro is currently MIA and presumed dead.
You may have seen this widely-ciruclated video of him shooting at people with a sniper rifle in Syria:
But honestly, you have to read his screeds to understand what he's all about. I've provided some choice quotations with the best parts bolded for your reading pleasure...
Here's his full manifesto (literally manifesto in the school shooter sense) posted on the SA forums where he begs goons to help him prove that his neighbor is a CIA agent, and mentions that he's willing to sacrifice himself to "stop the conspiracy" (I.E. go on a shooting spree in a shopping mall) It's long but I've bolded the funny parts.
I am being hunted by a national-scale police/CI team for unknown reasons. They have followed me for years, destroying my life in a very vicious and systematic fashion. My best guess as to their motivation is that one of my less savory friends from youth got into some serious shit and ended up part of the CI program and figured pawning me, when there was nothing to pawn, would be a convenient way to shave a few years off of their sentence.
These people have been at it for so long that they have to know what is up. Now I think that they're just trying to get anything at all to preserve the assets that they've committed. They have a lot of dirty laundry.
I'm pretty certain that the CIA is involved. I don't know if they are an initiating factor or not. This is a long story. The short version is that I'm one of the few members of my family who isn't a spook. I'm pretty sure that the group of 'instant friends' I had through most of college were actually on the payroll or were simply the children of other spooks who were more in the know. It turns out that CIA field agents are farmed.
When this first started I attempted contact with one of my relations to ask for help. I received a cryptic reply about a 'future and a hope'. I'm pretty much positive that they intended me to be one of their patsies. These people aren't people. They can sound like people but to them the emotions that they show are no more difficult to produce than notes from a synthesizer. They use their feelings decisively. Beware. They are very, VERY good at manipulating people.
They also knew about 9/11 ahead of time. Every last one of those dirty bastards vacated the trade center the day of the attacks. They all survived. Late to work, etc. They also were late to work, etc. the day of the world trade center bombing. See the attached photo. I unwittingly went on a site visit not long before the attacks. New York City was nice.
KNOW YOUR ENEMY
In the time that I have been in contact with the enemy I have learned a great deal about their operational methodology and have developed rudimentary and highly effective counterintelligence strategies. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this holding action up. They've literally ruined my entire life. The
situation won't remain static for much longer.
Their primary recruitment tools seem to be blackmail, bribery, and hardcore lying. They operate outside of the bounds of the law. They are not above attempted murder. They utilize swallows (intelligence gathering hoes), roving bugs, and other sophisticated intelligence gathering organs extensively. Did you know that roving bugs lack an automatic gain control? Well, they did as of the summer of 2007. I managed to spook a crowd of them at Cornell by blowing hard into my cellular telephone. It turns out that they occassionally switch roving bug feeds into in-the-field earpieces. the moment I did this, every person in the crowd in front of me who was wearing large black sunglasses locked their gazes on me in horror simultaneously and then a moment later with equal simultinaeity resumed walking. It was like a GAP commercial from the 90's. Nobody else in the crowd paid any attention to me.
Their electronic surveillance capacity is immense- bugging at the operating system level with the windows operating system and unknown bugging capability with other operating systems. They actively take steps to conceal the true depth and power of this surveillance capability, by doing such things as not actioning intelligence gathered through one channel because the value of that intelligence is not greater than the value of sacrificing the secrecy of that technique.
They do use it to guide future operations, however. They have a measurable group delay between intel gathered at the bug feed and action occurring on theground. It is generally less than a day, but has been measured to be as low as less than ten minutes.
THE CURRENT LEAD (deagledad note: for a while he's just rambling about how he thinks his next-door neighbor is a CIA agent)
The subject's given name is Sriram, with no given last name. He exists on the internet with the e-mail address sriram_K2000@yahoo.com, with his name listed only as 'Ram'. I suspect he's a 'blackmail recruited' CI. His age is given as 35. He may have a prison record.
He first engaged me in March of 2008. He gradually increased pressure, ultimately having several of his goons jump me and a fresh bunch of more recentgoons menace me and attempt to bait me into a trap. I suffered a head injury in that beating, and my face was partially paralyzed for a few days because of
swelling that compressed a branch of my facial and trigemenal nerves.
His cover story is that he is an employee of QUALCOMM corporation. This is very likely false, or at least simply something only as true as an entry in a database.
THE IMPORTANT PART
His apartment has been leased to and paid for by a Mr. Robert G. Bradley of San Diego for at least one lease renewal, likely two. I have evidence of one, the most recent lease, in the form of a rent bill. Every bill, or at least his water bill (the rest I haven't been able to verify, but strongly suspect given that rent is paid and that water is a relatively minor expense) are also in this man's name. He has already lied to protect the identity of this man. None of his habits or patterns are consistent with employment at QUALCOMM corporation in San Diego.
I have photographs of Ram and of a document (a rent bill) in Mr. Bradley's name. They're on picassa. Note that Mr. Bradley's middle initial isn't listed. I learned that it was G from the Ista-NA bill that I foolishly destroyed. The photo I have of the ram was very hard to get. Took a lot of snaps to get a clear one of his face. This man has both a very likely meth habit (unless he likes smoking plastic on his porch through a straw in the middle of the night) and an easily demonstrable drinking problem. I guess I caught him on a binge night.
URL is: http://picasaweb.google.com/1051213...4484614/Desktop
I shredded the more recent document, Mr. Bradley's wastewater bill with Ista-NA, shortly after impersonating him to gain access to the account. Dry hole; no good intel. I destroyed the source document after this, and set the account to point to the sriram_K2000 address. If you can break in again, go for it. Remember, this man doesn't exist so it technically isn't criminal. No victim. However, you won't find any good intel. It's just a list of standard divided water bills, which are uniform for the building.
At the time I thought it reduced my possible exposure (can't keep fighting them if I get shot down) but in hindsight it was just stupid given that I kept other documents. It was far more valuable as a piece of material evidence. Oops. Well, to be fair, counterintel was never what I figured I'd end up doing.
Why these confessions of felonies? I'm glad you asked. This brings us to the duality argument. I cannot commit felonies if the victim doesn't exist. According to my dear CI (confidential informant) slimebag neighbor, he doesn't. When I asked, he denied any knowledge of this mystery sugar daddy. I am willing to sacrifice myself to take these guys out. It really is that important. You have no idea what they do. They're slavers. They'll come for your kids.
There are far too many of them to practically wipe them out with some sort of shooting or bombing campaign; that, and the appearance of terrorism doesn't play well when you're holding the moral high ground. At the end of the day, there has to be something worth saving. Something human.
It's all or nothing time, guys. Things have gotten very ugly and they won't improve unless we try to improve them. You may be contacted. They may try to pay you off, buy your loyalty, use you. But be warned. I have seen generation after generation of tool, of glove, of boot.. these are what they call you, come and go. You never, ever get what you want. They take some pretty sick pleasure in tormenting their rats.
I'll answer whatever questions I can to facilitate this, but please... none about my sanity. They will likely attempt to jam this thread with useless shit. Try to ignore this. Focus on the task at hand. This is our time, and I'm begging you. Help.
My last best investigative lead on Mr. Bradley is that he's Chief Financial Council or some similar title for San Diego. I do not recall the exact wording, and haven't been able to relocate the shitty e-card listing since. I have reason to believe that it was redacted after I struck on it.
SECONDARY OBJECTIVE
I also have GPS information on a site that had a Rave held at it that Sriram dragged me to before I had fully worked out what he was. Not being an idiot, I concealed my garmin 405 and logged the entire trip.
I have strong reason to believe that this may be a meth lab that Ram frequents, or at least a major smuggling hub. Lots of small watercraft. Good cover, too. It's a sail repair shop. I'll assemble an intelligence packet on this locale (I did a photo recon run on the place, got some good snaps.. but the door was cranked wide open and every light was on though nobody was there. I think they figured out what I was doing.) and post it once I have it assembled. This may be a dry hole.
It is the structure located at: 32 degrees 46'39.37" N, 117 degrees 06'55.74" W.
Check this on google earth. The rave was held in March/April of 2009, though I don't recall the exact date. This may or may not have really gone down. When we arrived, we were told we had the wrong weekend and that it was scheduled for next. If it never happened, they aborted. The day of the trip (with no rave at
the end, just a rave site and some sketchballs at the door.. which strongly points to this facility being more than meets the eye. Those guys didn't mend sails.) was 03/29/2009.
You may notice that the images have a whole lot of not-blacked-out information. That's because it really is all or nothing time. Hopefully they don't spam me with too much shit to throw you off the scent. No matter how interesting I seem, please keep your eyes on the prize. They will try to cover their tracks. We cannot let them get away.
I'm begging you guys to surprise me. I don't have time for personal concerns in this matter. We have to nail these slimebags, and see that they and their way of life go extinct from the face of this earth.
These people are like vampires. Daylight withers them. Their only power is in their secrecy. Godspeed, and stay safe. These people are killers.
These people have been at it for so long that they have to know what is up. Now I think that they're just trying to get anything at all to preserve the assets that they've committed. They have a lot of dirty laundry.
I'm pretty certain that the CIA is involved. I don't know if they are an initiating factor or not. This is a long story. The short version is that I'm one of the few members of my family who isn't a spook. I'm pretty sure that the group of 'instant friends' I had through most of college were actually on the payroll or were simply the children of other spooks who were more in the know. It turns out that CIA field agents are farmed.
When this first started I attempted contact with one of my relations to ask for help. I received a cryptic reply about a 'future and a hope'. I'm pretty much positive that they intended me to be one of their patsies. These people aren't people. They can sound like people but to them the emotions that they show are no more difficult to produce than notes from a synthesizer. They use their feelings decisively. Beware. They are very, VERY good at manipulating people.
They also knew about 9/11 ahead of time. Every last one of those dirty bastards vacated the trade center the day of the attacks. They all survived. Late to work, etc. They also were late to work, etc. the day of the world trade center bombing. See the attached photo. I unwittingly went on a site visit not long before the attacks. New York City was nice.
KNOW YOUR ENEMY
In the time that I have been in contact with the enemy I have learned a great deal about their operational methodology and have developed rudimentary and highly effective counterintelligence strategies. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this holding action up. They've literally ruined my entire life. The
situation won't remain static for much longer.
Their primary recruitment tools seem to be blackmail, bribery, and hardcore lying. They operate outside of the bounds of the law. They are not above attempted murder. They utilize swallows (intelligence gathering hoes), roving bugs, and other sophisticated intelligence gathering organs extensively. Did you know that roving bugs lack an automatic gain control? Well, they did as of the summer of 2007. I managed to spook a crowd of them at Cornell by blowing hard into my cellular telephone. It turns out that they occassionally switch roving bug feeds into in-the-field earpieces. the moment I did this, every person in the crowd in front of me who was wearing large black sunglasses locked their gazes on me in horror simultaneously and then a moment later with equal simultinaeity resumed walking. It was like a GAP commercial from the 90's. Nobody else in the crowd paid any attention to me.
Their electronic surveillance capacity is immense- bugging at the operating system level with the windows operating system and unknown bugging capability with other operating systems. They actively take steps to conceal the true depth and power of this surveillance capability, by doing such things as not actioning intelligence gathered through one channel because the value of that intelligence is not greater than the value of sacrificing the secrecy of that technique.
They do use it to guide future operations, however. They have a measurable group delay between intel gathered at the bug feed and action occurring on theground. It is generally less than a day, but has been measured to be as low as less than ten minutes.
THE CURRENT LEAD (deagledad note: for a while he's just rambling about how he thinks his next-door neighbor is a CIA agent)
The subject's given name is Sriram, with no given last name. He exists on the internet with the e-mail address sriram_K2000@yahoo.com, with his name listed only as 'Ram'. I suspect he's a 'blackmail recruited' CI. His age is given as 35. He may have a prison record.
He first engaged me in March of 2008. He gradually increased pressure, ultimately having several of his goons jump me and a fresh bunch of more recentgoons menace me and attempt to bait me into a trap. I suffered a head injury in that beating, and my face was partially paralyzed for a few days because of
swelling that compressed a branch of my facial and trigemenal nerves.
His cover story is that he is an employee of QUALCOMM corporation. This is very likely false, or at least simply something only as true as an entry in a database.
THE IMPORTANT PART
His apartment has been leased to and paid for by a Mr. Robert G. Bradley of San Diego for at least one lease renewal, likely two. I have evidence of one, the most recent lease, in the form of a rent bill. Every bill, or at least his water bill (the rest I haven't been able to verify, but strongly suspect given that rent is paid and that water is a relatively minor expense) are also in this man's name. He has already lied to protect the identity of this man. None of his habits or patterns are consistent with employment at QUALCOMM corporation in San Diego.
I have photographs of Ram and of a document (a rent bill) in Mr. Bradley's name. They're on picassa. Note that Mr. Bradley's middle initial isn't listed. I learned that it was G from the Ista-NA bill that I foolishly destroyed. The photo I have of the ram was very hard to get. Took a lot of snaps to get a clear one of his face. This man has both a very likely meth habit (unless he likes smoking plastic on his porch through a straw in the middle of the night) and an easily demonstrable drinking problem. I guess I caught him on a binge night.
URL is: http://picasaweb.google.com/1051213...4484614/Desktop
I shredded the more recent document, Mr. Bradley's wastewater bill with Ista-NA, shortly after impersonating him to gain access to the account. Dry hole; no good intel. I destroyed the source document after this, and set the account to point to the sriram_K2000 address. If you can break in again, go for it. Remember, this man doesn't exist so it technically isn't criminal. No victim. However, you won't find any good intel. It's just a list of standard divided water bills, which are uniform for the building.
At the time I thought it reduced my possible exposure (can't keep fighting them if I get shot down) but in hindsight it was just stupid given that I kept other documents. It was far more valuable as a piece of material evidence. Oops. Well, to be fair, counterintel was never what I figured I'd end up doing.
Why these confessions of felonies? I'm glad you asked. This brings us to the duality argument. I cannot commit felonies if the victim doesn't exist. According to my dear CI (confidential informant) slimebag neighbor, he doesn't. When I asked, he denied any knowledge of this mystery sugar daddy. I am willing to sacrifice myself to take these guys out. It really is that important. You have no idea what they do. They're slavers. They'll come for your kids.
There are far too many of them to practically wipe them out with some sort of shooting or bombing campaign; that, and the appearance of terrorism doesn't play well when you're holding the moral high ground. At the end of the day, there has to be something worth saving. Something human.
It's all or nothing time, guys. Things have gotten very ugly and they won't improve unless we try to improve them. You may be contacted. They may try to pay you off, buy your loyalty, use you. But be warned. I have seen generation after generation of tool, of glove, of boot.. these are what they call you, come and go. You never, ever get what you want. They take some pretty sick pleasure in tormenting their rats.
I'll answer whatever questions I can to facilitate this, but please... none about my sanity. They will likely attempt to jam this thread with useless shit. Try to ignore this. Focus on the task at hand. This is our time, and I'm begging you. Help.
My last best investigative lead on Mr. Bradley is that he's Chief Financial Council or some similar title for San Diego. I do not recall the exact wording, and haven't been able to relocate the shitty e-card listing since. I have reason to believe that it was redacted after I struck on it.
SECONDARY OBJECTIVE
I also have GPS information on a site that had a Rave held at it that Sriram dragged me to before I had fully worked out what he was. Not being an idiot, I concealed my garmin 405 and logged the entire trip.
I have strong reason to believe that this may be a meth lab that Ram frequents, or at least a major smuggling hub. Lots of small watercraft. Good cover, too. It's a sail repair shop. I'll assemble an intelligence packet on this locale (I did a photo recon run on the place, got some good snaps.. but the door was cranked wide open and every light was on though nobody was there. I think they figured out what I was doing.) and post it once I have it assembled. This may be a dry hole.
It is the structure located at: 32 degrees 46'39.37" N, 117 degrees 06'55.74" W.
Check this on google earth. The rave was held in March/April of 2009, though I don't recall the exact date. This may or may not have really gone down. When we arrived, we were told we had the wrong weekend and that it was scheduled for next. If it never happened, they aborted. The day of the trip (with no rave at
the end, just a rave site and some sketchballs at the door.. which strongly points to this facility being more than meets the eye. Those guys didn't mend sails.) was 03/29/2009.
You may notice that the images have a whole lot of not-blacked-out information. That's because it really is all or nothing time. Hopefully they don't spam me with too much shit to throw you off the scent. No matter how interesting I seem, please keep your eyes on the prize. They will try to cover their tracks. We cannot let them get away.
I'm begging you guys to surprise me. I don't have time for personal concerns in this matter. We have to nail these slimebags, and see that they and their way of life go extinct from the face of this earth.
These people are like vampires. Daylight withers them. Their only power is in their secrecy. Godspeed, and stay safe. These people are killers.
Here's a great introduction to how delusional, paranoid and violent he is, complete with shit that sounds like Adam Jensen one-liners:
The enemy is all around me and I haven't been allowed to shoot them. Just ignore them and try to drag on with my life. People shouldn't be used to this. I wake instantly on near danger and I always know where my rifle is. It's in my hands in seconds. Every motion is practiced and every angle is known. I don't know why I do it. It's something. Keeps you sane. Lets me trick myself into thinking that just maybe if Kalpat and his goons (or their period counterparts, just pick a chunk of timeline) decide to kick my door and kill me I might just get one or two of them before I fall.
I used to cry. I stopped. I don't know what to tell you. I'm doing my best. I used to actually sleep with the rifle, but now I just keep it in a ready position. I've also changed rifles since then. I used to swing a beautiful AR-15. It was going to be my competition gun. Sub-MOA. Glorious. Then guns stopped meaning a nice day at the range when all of this began.
My rifle feels heavy, but I don't think I'll ever get rid of it. I'm sure this sounds odd. Maybe even fake. It's how I feel about it. Like it's this filthy turd I can't ever put down because it's also my best friend. Perhaps it is the only thing keeping those same CIs / agents who decided that cornering me in a bathroom and kicking my ass was good police work from just killing me. They certainly screamed it loudly enough. It was the shriek of wounded machismo. (deagledad note: he got beat up in a bathroom once (isnt really too clear on this) and is now convinced this is the work of the CIA/secret agents from the government)
I fly out of bed. I feel this sense of pride but I shouldn't. Aimed fire in 2 seconds or less, guaranteed, peltors on and cranked. That's not right at all. I shoot bench rest, dude. This is an abomination on many, many, many levels.
I used to cry. I stopped. I don't know what to tell you. I'm doing my best. I used to actually sleep with the rifle, but now I just keep it in a ready position. I've also changed rifles since then. I used to swing a beautiful AR-15. It was going to be my competition gun. Sub-MOA. Glorious. Then guns stopped meaning a nice day at the range when all of this began.
My rifle feels heavy, but I don't think I'll ever get rid of it. I'm sure this sounds odd. Maybe even fake. It's how I feel about it. Like it's this filthy turd I can't ever put down because it's also my best friend. Perhaps it is the only thing keeping those same CIs / agents who decided that cornering me in a bathroom and kicking my ass was good police work from just killing me. They certainly screamed it loudly enough. It was the shriek of wounded machismo. (deagledad note: he got beat up in a bathroom once (isnt really too clear on this) and is now convinced this is the work of the CIA/secret agents from the government)
I fly out of bed. I feel this sense of pride but I shouldn't. Aimed fire in 2 seconds or less, guaranteed, peltors on and cranked. That's not right at all. I shoot bench rest, dude. This is an abomination on many, many, many levels.
Here's him talking about his plans to build a mind-control satellite to turn people insane from space and then aim it at the ocean to infect the water with suicide-inducing vibrations:
Say, do you know what an impulse response is?
The actual description of the effect was 'metallic phlanging quality' which.. fits the description of your distortion. I said it myself- that the technology was abandoned because it was not practical. I have no idea what it was originally intended for.
Yeesh. For a moment, I thought I was going to have to AM modulate a MASER (yes, it would work like that) and zap somebody from a few miles away to prove this. I would make them my bitch, real genius style. Combine this with a rifle scope, a camera, image processing to track heads on people, and high angular precision steppers to steer the fucker with a nice closed loop feedback control so it stays aimed... and you've got yourself a crazy person machine. Anybody I used it on would simply end up in a mental health facility.
It is for this reason that I am considering it. I'd never be caught, and I can buy surplus industrial masers suitable for the task on eBay. I am officially awesome.
edit: OOOH! DUDE! PUT IT ON A SATELLITE! HOLY SHIT! MIND CONTROL (well, not really control.. you could badger people pretty effectively, like a truck with a bunch of PAs that never stops following them...) SATELLITE! There has to be somebody willing to fund this.
I'm also not bipolar. If you are able to convince enough people that somebody is bipolar you badly fuck them because a lot of laws exist that specifically screw bipolar people. It's worse than being a sex offender. The police use it as a catch-all for dealing with people they can't charge but would like to be able to warehouse (dopamine resistance! HAHAHAHA!) arbitrarily anyway.
That's why they keep saying it. Just because it would nicely cover their asses. Seriously, check your penal code and google for 'bipolar'.
edit2: Do you think the "voice of god" would be enough to convince somebody to kill another person, and if so, would I be liable? It may just act like an incredibly effective suicide catalyst. I am so building this.
edit3: Now I'm having second thoughts. Something this evil, do I want it to flow from my hand? We're all staring at the blueprints. I've given you the pieces. The frequencies (that paper from ingenta), the transmission method (coherent MASER), the modulation scheme (classical nonnegative envelope DC offset having AM, not suppressed carrier AM. This is really important)... now all you need are parts and a basic understanding of human operational psychology. http://www.xkcd.com/719/
Guys, I think this could really work. Quick, everybody start googling around for a 2.45 GHz MASER. I found that iMaser crap, but it appears to be a clock, so whatever. I guess we can make a free electron MASER but we're going to have to hack up an electron gun. We're going to probably need custom tubes. 1950's style.
Oh my god. I just realized something. Wrapping your head in a conductor would work so long as you designed it properly. Think daft punk and not foil hat. I basically have to build this now. It is one of those missions that you sometimes happen across in life that you really just can't turn your back on.
Final Remark:
Parametric receive arrays can be synthesized in bodies of water. Think 'ultrasonic laser microphone'. I can use this device to create compression waves in water. I can also use a laser to read compression waves back up off of the surface of the water because of the evanescent waves produced at the interface. I have a sonar satellite. If you build it the world will change.
I am an engineer and I shit miracles. Daily. I know pride is an awful, awful flaw... that sort, just now, but sometimes you can indulge. If it is just your thing. Believe me. I've seen it blow apart probably over a hundred people's covers by this point. Or a handful of people multiple times. Whatever. Pride. #1 thing that fucks you. Keeping it real. Fucks you. The acrid, arrogant sort of pride. You know the kind.
Open letter to the submariner community:
I'm very sorry about that one, but it looks like the balance of nuclear power may be about to change if it hasn't already. You will probably be greatly downsized and confined mainly to inoffensive patrol routes in international waters for a time. Eventually your tactics will adapt and technologies will be developed to protect you from this global sonar network, but it will take time and engineers smarter than I am. A differential density gas mixture adaptive inflatable hull skin (acoustic impedance matching) might work very well. You'd also get to roll around in Seaquest DSV, which would be pimp as shit.
If you're lucky and this thread was sandboxed (which admittedly fucks me, because it means the others get away with it) then enjoy your ridiculous advantage while it lasts.
PS: Dear Marines, this also solves the shallow water problem. No more issues with mined up harbors if you can see the mines on a downlooking surface sonar. You can even watch them laying the mines, if you'd like. No reason why you can't operate this thing in a passive mode, either.
God bless, sweeny todd. I promise not to shoot you with my spaceborne insanity beam once I have the funding nailed down. You know, the idea of being able to blast people I don't like with high volume classic rock 24/7 is downright appealing. Granted, if you accidentally paint any bodies of water the body of water will begin rocking out too and people may catch on.
The actual description of the effect was 'metallic phlanging quality' which.. fits the description of your distortion. I said it myself- that the technology was abandoned because it was not practical. I have no idea what it was originally intended for.
Yeesh. For a moment, I thought I was going to have to AM modulate a MASER (yes, it would work like that) and zap somebody from a few miles away to prove this. I would make them my bitch, real genius style. Combine this with a rifle scope, a camera, image processing to track heads on people, and high angular precision steppers to steer the fucker with a nice closed loop feedback control so it stays aimed... and you've got yourself a crazy person machine. Anybody I used it on would simply end up in a mental health facility.
It is for this reason that I am considering it. I'd never be caught, and I can buy surplus industrial masers suitable for the task on eBay. I am officially awesome.
edit: OOOH! DUDE! PUT IT ON A SATELLITE! HOLY SHIT! MIND CONTROL (well, not really control.. you could badger people pretty effectively, like a truck with a bunch of PAs that never stops following them...) SATELLITE! There has to be somebody willing to fund this.
I'm also not bipolar. If you are able to convince enough people that somebody is bipolar you badly fuck them because a lot of laws exist that specifically screw bipolar people. It's worse than being a sex offender. The police use it as a catch-all for dealing with people they can't charge but would like to be able to warehouse (dopamine resistance! HAHAHAHA!) arbitrarily anyway.
That's why they keep saying it. Just because it would nicely cover their asses. Seriously, check your penal code and google for 'bipolar'.
edit2: Do you think the "voice of god" would be enough to convince somebody to kill another person, and if so, would I be liable? It may just act like an incredibly effective suicide catalyst. I am so building this.
edit3: Now I'm having second thoughts. Something this evil, do I want it to flow from my hand? We're all staring at the blueprints. I've given you the pieces. The frequencies (that paper from ingenta), the transmission method (coherent MASER), the modulation scheme (classical nonnegative envelope DC offset having AM, not suppressed carrier AM. This is really important)... now all you need are parts and a basic understanding of human operational psychology. http://www.xkcd.com/719/
Guys, I think this could really work. Quick, everybody start googling around for a 2.45 GHz MASER. I found that iMaser crap, but it appears to be a clock, so whatever. I guess we can make a free electron MASER but we're going to have to hack up an electron gun. We're going to probably need custom tubes. 1950's style.
Oh my god. I just realized something. Wrapping your head in a conductor would work so long as you designed it properly. Think daft punk and not foil hat. I basically have to build this now. It is one of those missions that you sometimes happen across in life that you really just can't turn your back on.
Final Remark:
Parametric receive arrays can be synthesized in bodies of water. Think 'ultrasonic laser microphone'. I can use this device to create compression waves in water. I can also use a laser to read compression waves back up off of the surface of the water because of the evanescent waves produced at the interface. I have a sonar satellite. If you build it the world will change.
I am an engineer and I shit miracles. Daily. I know pride is an awful, awful flaw... that sort, just now, but sometimes you can indulge. If it is just your thing. Believe me. I've seen it blow apart probably over a hundred people's covers by this point. Or a handful of people multiple times. Whatever. Pride. #1 thing that fucks you. Keeping it real. Fucks you. The acrid, arrogant sort of pride. You know the kind.
Open letter to the submariner community:
I'm very sorry about that one, but it looks like the balance of nuclear power may be about to change if it hasn't already. You will probably be greatly downsized and confined mainly to inoffensive patrol routes in international waters for a time. Eventually your tactics will adapt and technologies will be developed to protect you from this global sonar network, but it will take time and engineers smarter than I am. A differential density gas mixture adaptive inflatable hull skin (acoustic impedance matching) might work very well. You'd also get to roll around in Seaquest DSV, which would be pimp as shit.
If you're lucky and this thread was sandboxed (which admittedly fucks me, because it means the others get away with it) then enjoy your ridiculous advantage while it lasts.
PS: Dear Marines, this also solves the shallow water problem. No more issues with mined up harbors if you can see the mines on a downlooking surface sonar. You can even watch them laying the mines, if you'd like. No reason why you can't operate this thing in a passive mode, either.
God bless, sweeny todd. I promise not to shoot you with my spaceborne insanity beam once I have the funding nailed down. You know, the idea of being able to blast people I don't like with high volume classic rock 24/7 is downright appealing. Granted, if you accidentally paint any bodies of water the body of water will begin rocking out too and people may catch on.
Here's his response where someone calls him on being insane and how the science of that wouldn't work at all. He responds by threatening to turn them crazy with his outer space mind control beam.
The word is deconvolving, and you most certainly could equalize that out. All you need is a reference at the surface provided by, oh, say, a pinger buoy in the 'zone of atmospheric coherence'. Wiener filter, and done. As for the power source, well, you're wrong. I don't know of a nice way to say that. You can also use multiple satellites to create a phased array and boost signal that way.
You are also measuring ultrasonic frequencies. Do you happen to know the noise PSD of ocean waves? Is it white or colored? All the times I've been diving, I'd say colored, but I have no idea what it actually is. Buddyphone sure does seem to work well, so it can't be too bad. That isn't a high power device. Uses an ultrasonic carrier to establish a wireless communications link between divers.
You mean dirac delta functions, right? Here's a question. What if I never turned it off and just piped mexican daytime television into your brain constantly? Forever? How long? What if I got creative and just mocked everything you did because, after all, I am tracking you optically and therefore have you sighted in on a telescope. I specifically mentioned this one because I know it is a classical sign of schizophrenia. I'm willing to bet that it would get you warehoused indefinitely, no matter how intermittent. All I have to do is make sure the message content hits all of the 'red flags' for the mental health guys and away you go. Oh shit. Oh shit!
Dear Police... hehehehe. You have nothing to worry about, I promise.
You might figure it out when you notice how it cuts out whenever you enter a shielded structure (radio-opaque), but if I also made it randomly cut out at other times? I think you might have a very difficult life ahead of you, all because I took a completely automated machine and flipped it on.
People flip their shit over simple humming noises (Taos hum). Imagine what you could do with voices?
Oh, and with regard to making a test prototype? Get a cavity magnetron out of a microwave and figure out a way to modulate that after generating your appropriately DC offset waveform. Don't worry about phase coherence, but keep in mind what you are doing. Might want to attenuate the thing a bit, too. Audible compression waves are very, very low power. Sound you hear is always fractions of a watt, even when deafeningly loud. You don't need much. I'm referring to the power in the sound wave itself, not how much power the source is drawing.
You are also measuring ultrasonic frequencies. Do you happen to know the noise PSD of ocean waves? Is it white or colored? All the times I've been diving, I'd say colored, but I have no idea what it actually is. Buddyphone sure does seem to work well, so it can't be too bad. That isn't a high power device. Uses an ultrasonic carrier to establish a wireless communications link between divers.
You mean dirac delta functions, right? Here's a question. What if I never turned it off and just piped mexican daytime television into your brain constantly? Forever? How long? What if I got creative and just mocked everything you did because, after all, I am tracking you optically and therefore have you sighted in on a telescope. I specifically mentioned this one because I know it is a classical sign of schizophrenia. I'm willing to bet that it would get you warehoused indefinitely, no matter how intermittent. All I have to do is make sure the message content hits all of the 'red flags' for the mental health guys and away you go. Oh shit. Oh shit!
Dear Police... hehehehe. You have nothing to worry about, I promise.
You might figure it out when you notice how it cuts out whenever you enter a shielded structure (radio-opaque), but if I also made it randomly cut out at other times? I think you might have a very difficult life ahead of you, all because I took a completely automated machine and flipped it on.
People flip their shit over simple humming noises (Taos hum). Imagine what you could do with voices?
Oh, and with regard to making a test prototype? Get a cavity magnetron out of a microwave and figure out a way to modulate that after generating your appropriately DC offset waveform. Don't worry about phase coherence, but keep in mind what you are doing. Might want to attenuate the thing a bit, too. Audible compression waves are very, very low power. Sound you hear is always fractions of a watt, even when deafeningly loud. You don't need much. I'm referring to the power in the sound wave itself, not how much power the source is drawing.
Someone posted a thread on SA about the fact that he went to fucking Libya to kill people. A few posters commented that he was mentally ill as fuck and probably shouldn't be handling a gun. Caro showed up in the thread and accused all of them of being Gaddafi loyalists:
Okay, quick question. How many of you are Serbian mercenaries that I fought in Sirte and how did you get away? Are you the asshole with the 'Refugee' tattoo who nearly cost Dr. Tameem his leg? Gaddafi loyalist, I take it? Trying to spread a little fear and uncertainty and hoping that the rebels act like your loyal dog? I must admit, there sure are a lot of you pricks. RRail, do you work for Al Jazeera English as security by any chance? Who are you? You seem really interested in syllogism-ing me in with a bunch of nutters and generally speaking spitting all over my character. The videos speak for themselves. There are clearly two groups of people here. Were you in Libya? Got any tattoos? edit: Do you even know what an unlawful combatant is? edit2: Are you Chris from the Guardian? Because I intend to tell everybody how you poisoned one of your colleagues in Afghanistan. If you want to get away with a crime like that step #1 is don't fucking tell people about it you alkie braggart piece of shit. If you're refugee tattoo... worry about Dr. Tameem and his estate, not me.
Here's another example of how paranoid he is; he believes he's being gang-stalked by the CIA and thinks they constantly send him coded messages to taunt him. One of them is apparently lobsters. Some guy on SA who used to call him out made some post in a thread not remotely related to Caro without actually mentioning anything about lobsters. Caro responded to his post and interprited it as a coded, thinly-veiled threat from a CIA agent sent to kill him or something. The post is below:
Rich people are harder to buy off or scare into submission with the threat of police brutality. They can afford really awesome attorneys and/or to pay your bribes. Where did this rich/poor thing come from just now? You're not seeing the lobsters, are you? I'm using a bit of sleep deprivation torture vernacular, there. This conspiracy has nothing to do with lobsters. Why did you bring that up? You know that I'm a better interrogator than you because I've been heated and quenched in the burning oil of this poo poo for over six years, right? That's roughly how long I've been mining your dudes for intel.
Every engagement that we've had wherein you've tried some ridiculous bullshit that passes for a clandestine operation in an effort to entrap or otherwise silence me I have spent casually digging around in the brains of your guys. Learning about your organizational structures. Your attitudes. Your dominant beliefs. Your common formative experiences. Your favored tactics. The capabilities and performance metrics (group delay, etc.) of your intelligence network. Your weaknesses. I'm pretty observant and know how to run a list of questions in the format of light banter.
What happened to your predecessors, anyway?
I am the lobster, you son of a bitch. Welcome to my world.
Every engagement that we've had wherein you've tried some ridiculous bullshit that passes for a clandestine operation in an effort to entrap or otherwise silence me I have spent casually digging around in the brains of your guys. Learning about your organizational structures. Your attitudes. Your dominant beliefs. Your common formative experiences. Your favored tactics. The capabilities and performance metrics (group delay, etc.) of your intelligence network. Your weaknesses. I'm pretty observant and know how to run a list of questions in the format of light banter.
What happened to your predecessors, anyway?
I am the lobster, you son of a bitch. Welcome to my world.
Here's a choice YouTube comment from him... someone commented on the video telling him he was insane and he naturally responded by assuming it was someone he knew in real life. Specifically, he accused the YT commenter of being some idiotic rebel he was fighting alongside. Gives some insight on how the rest of the rebels view him.
Are you the asshole with the 'Refugee' tattoo who nearly cost Dr. Tameem his leg? Almost shoved me into the lane of fire of a PKT and got me killed as well? Pushed me out of the way to fucking take pictures of Dr. Tameem's leg wound while I was in the process of cutting his jeans off? The bleeding stopped spontaneously. You were in the way. We did not have to hustle him anywhere. He had a complicated compound fracture of his Tibia. This was obvious upon visual inspection. He was stable. I should have gotten a splint and litter with Tofeek.
But what did you do instead? You grabbed him by his destroyed leg and started yelling at everybody to run with him. One little slip and a scalpel-like chunk of bone severs a nerve, an artery, and a stable wound turns mortal or costs him his leg. All because of you. Later, when you saw me again and kept causing problems? Telling random Thewar that I was 'Americanski' and Mushkara (a problem) and then when that didn't work shoving me and clubbing me with your camera? The reason I didn't hit back was because I was armed and it was not my place. I had a sense of responsibility that you obviously lacked. So I had to fucking stand there and take it because your stupid ass might have gone for my rifle if you saw it loose.
But what did you do instead? You grabbed him by his destroyed leg and started yelling at everybody to run with him. One little slip and a scalpel-like chunk of bone severs a nerve, an artery, and a stable wound turns mortal or costs him his leg. All because of you. Later, when you saw me again and kept causing problems? Telling random Thewar that I was 'Americanski' and Mushkara (a problem) and then when that didn't work shoving me and clubbing me with your camera? The reason I didn't hit back was because I was armed and it was not my place. I had a sense of responsibility that you obviously lacked. So I had to fucking stand there and take it because your stupid ass might have gone for my rifle if you saw it loose.
Here's a post where he talks about how the CIA spied on him during his time studying physics at Cornell University, but he totally caught all of them with his badass tactical spy skills. What this means is that he found some electronic device in his room or car and took it to be a CIA listening bug... and then proceed to spend literally hours talking to himself trying to taunt the imaginary CIA agents listening in on him.
Oddly, that movie was part of my psychological warfare campaign. I was attempting to goad them given that I was able to identify a lot of their foot-soldiers at Cornell by abusing a poorly designed roving bug system. Every last one of them was wearing a pair of 'They Live' shades and nobody else.
Oh, I also scream insane rants into my roving bug while driving around in my car and also offer critique as to how sexually attractive various female agents are and try to con them into dates by explaining the proper execution of their investigative prerogative and the importance of what was clearly at stake. Going for that James Bond achievement, though given how insane I sounded I cannot help but wonder at the mental stability of anyone who would take me up on it. I hear the crazy ones are better anyway. When that didn't go anywhere I began to just sit on it and rip ass for hours. Aggressively. Usually after I've been having a bad day.
Sometimes, I'll even nail it with a good hard slap just on the off chance that somebody is wearing a headset with the gain turned way up. You think I can't touch you, bitch? I can touch you. I saw.
Oh, I also scream insane rants into my roving bug while driving around in my car and also offer critique as to how sexually attractive various female agents are and try to con them into dates by explaining the proper execution of their investigative prerogative and the importance of what was clearly at stake. Going for that James Bond achievement, though given how insane I sounded I cannot help but wonder at the mental stability of anyone who would take me up on it. I hear the crazy ones are better anyway. When that didn't go anywhere I began to just sit on it and rip ass for hours. Aggressively. Usually after I've been having a bad day.
Sometimes, I'll even nail it with a good hard slap just on the off chance that somebody is wearing a headset with the gain turned way up. You think I can't touch you, bitch? I can touch you. I saw.
Some more mad scientist shit, related to the MIND CONTROL BEAM, also involves him talking about making hoverboard parks and an Iron Man suit. He segues into how he literally tried to build a fucking iron man suit in his backyard and then somehow segues that into a fantasy about raping N'avi from Avatar.
Don't point it at your balls, either, or any part of you... unless you massively attenuate the power and don't hold me liable. You will not require the kilowatt outputs that a microwave oven is capable of. That would kill you. You only maybe need.. well, start with 8 watts. Don't push it too hard. I will do the analysis on this during the weekend and see just what kind of a gizmo you'd need. I have a very good feeling about this power budget. Also the fact that the anecdote I heard indicated that it was used on people without ill effect. I don't think that you are using eyeball cooking intensities.
If I put it on my sonar satellite? I can use a lot of power. Big solar panels. You cracked wise about the soviets using nuclear powered radar planes... well, if the technology works I'm pretty sure we'd throw a nuke (advanced fission or RTG design) into orbit like it ain't no thing. With some solar panels on it that we'd lie about "powering the satellite."
This is even better than 'Forklift Iron Man' wherein I used those forklift fuel cells to design an iron man suit. Not a costume, an iron man suit. I even have the repulsors done. Pulsed current Halbach array eddy current devices. Just the linear array version made radially symmetric so that it has a phi-symmetric magnetic field. Spherical coordinates. Field looks like a bit like a half bagel.
I also have designs for a hoverboard park. Seriously. It uses a variation of the Inductrack technology. The skating surface is basically a 'metal free zone' for skaters who ride on regular skateboards that have been enhanced with coils of litz wire. There would be skate features that are made out of magnetic flux provided by buried neodymium magnets. You would surf the flux on your hoverboard. Pull incredible tricks. If you do 360's you could fly the length of the course. (deagledad note: if you're getting jace vibes here you're not alone)
If I make the entire place out of the same radially symmetric linear-revolved Halbach array that I described earlier except with a very high spatial frequency and the same phi-symmetric flux balancing a bunch of crossed linear Halbach arrays with field strength balancing to avoid flux hotspots (MUCH better design, otherwise you could turn along one of the phi-symmetry lines and dump on your face. The checkering allows free flight. The radially symmetric (think rings) array would not, only radial flight. I would have a flight park. You could build a suit and so long as you maintained a forward velocity of 1-2 mph (or less) you would be aloft. I think you'd want lots of small coils and very high spatial frequencies.
No metal, period. It would heat up in the field. Nothing para or ferromagnetic. You'd get stuck to the surface and die. You only get your litz wire lift coils.
The prototype would be using large neodymium magnets and a modified skateboard over a simple 'flux jump'. Bury the magnets in the ground (just stack them in series and bury them with one pole facing up), skate over it after firmly attaching the coil to the bottom of the board. You should feel a bump, or possibly even a bit of a pop.
Remember the rules about metals. You'll die otherwise, but there is a price for this level of awesome.
edit: Hey, GiP members, if you ever find yourself on planet Pandora make sure you rip off as much Unobtanium as you can because it would make my skate park flippin' sweet. Don't trust those ear-raping bastards.
The movie Avatar was about hardcore bestiality rape. "First flight very important Jake Sully! Rape her! Rape her in the ear as I showed you! Now go! She likes it, if she's trying to kill you it means yes!" Now 17% less gay!
If I put it on my sonar satellite? I can use a lot of power. Big solar panels. You cracked wise about the soviets using nuclear powered radar planes... well, if the technology works I'm pretty sure we'd throw a nuke (advanced fission or RTG design) into orbit like it ain't no thing. With some solar panels on it that we'd lie about "powering the satellite."
This is even better than 'Forklift Iron Man' wherein I used those forklift fuel cells to design an iron man suit. Not a costume, an iron man suit. I even have the repulsors done. Pulsed current Halbach array eddy current devices. Just the linear array version made radially symmetric so that it has a phi-symmetric magnetic field. Spherical coordinates. Field looks like a bit like a half bagel.
I also have designs for a hoverboard park. Seriously. It uses a variation of the Inductrack technology. The skating surface is basically a 'metal free zone' for skaters who ride on regular skateboards that have been enhanced with coils of litz wire. There would be skate features that are made out of magnetic flux provided by buried neodymium magnets. You would surf the flux on your hoverboard. Pull incredible tricks. If you do 360's you could fly the length of the course. (deagledad note: if you're getting jace vibes here you're not alone)
If I make the entire place out of the same radially symmetric linear-revolved Halbach array that I described earlier except with a very high spatial frequency and the same phi-symmetric flux balancing a bunch of crossed linear Halbach arrays with field strength balancing to avoid flux hotspots (MUCH better design, otherwise you could turn along one of the phi-symmetry lines and dump on your face. The checkering allows free flight. The radially symmetric (think rings) array would not, only radial flight. I would have a flight park. You could build a suit and so long as you maintained a forward velocity of 1-2 mph (or less) you would be aloft. I think you'd want lots of small coils and very high spatial frequencies.
No metal, period. It would heat up in the field. Nothing para or ferromagnetic. You'd get stuck to the surface and die. You only get your litz wire lift coils.
The prototype would be using large neodymium magnets and a modified skateboard over a simple 'flux jump'. Bury the magnets in the ground (just stack them in series and bury them with one pole facing up), skate over it after firmly attaching the coil to the bottom of the board. You should feel a bump, or possibly even a bit of a pop.
Remember the rules about metals. You'll die otherwise, but there is a price for this level of awesome.
edit: Hey, GiP members, if you ever find yourself on planet Pandora make sure you rip off as much Unobtanium as you can because it would make my skate park flippin' sweet. Don't trust those ear-raping bastards.
The movie Avatar was about hardcore bestiality rape. "First flight very important Jake Sully! Rape her! Rape her in the ear as I showed you! Now go! She likes it, if she's trying to kill you it means yes!" Now 17% less gay!
Some resources for further reading:
Something Awful thread where he goes insane and rants about his mind control beam. May be behind paywall.
Something Sensitive thread (no paywall) about how he's probably fucking dead as hell by now. Haven't skimmed this myself but it might be a good resource.
Salon.com article about him practicing unlicensed medicine and nearly killing people
His YouTube page, with a ton of videos of him in Syria.
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