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feisty · 2008-09-05 18:49:23

I figured I'd start sharing some stories from the dark side of government work. Recieved the following email:

I'm "Terry J. Hokanson." Since the 1990s I've been inviting thousands of
important members of US City, State and Federal Government to sign a
confidentiality agreement, after which I will show you my plan to cut
your electric power generation bills by as much as eighty percent, in
order to negotiate how much money you are willing to pay me to use my
invention.

I know you would feel much more comfortable if General Electric were to
approach you with my plan, but then, G.E. doesn't pay me minimum wage to
whisper fraudulent police files in my ear all day, while making it
appear that I talk in my sleep in their 'give it away before we take it'
scam, as I'm led to believe I'm caught up in some kind of race war,
while a list of bare knuckle brawlers call me out to roll in the gutter,
only to find the bare knuckle part only applies to me.

Back in the 1980s, when I attempted to get the Sheriff and FBI to
investigate a similar extortion and murder scam, they basically laughed
at me and referred to little green men and tinfoil hats, and then
threatened to lock me up for psychological evaluation if I pursue this
matter. Obviously, I'm in no position to investigate conspiracies
designed to force me into poverty, and if I do, I'm just some crazy guy
on the news, accused of 'stalking with intent to commit murder.'

I'm not a highly trained law enforcement official but it seems to me if
this slavery scam isn't connected to fraudulent police files that I'm
not allowed access to, then the simplest way to trace the heads of this
slick slavery scam is to disable their subliminal soft touch machines,
and then follow whoever comes to repair them. Since some form of
hypnosis and subliminal device is employed in this crime, and hypnosis
and subliminal based information is severely restricted in the library
and over the Internet, I can't identify methods and devices by their
proper name and textbook description, which makes it very difficult to
tell the cop who is giving me the runaround to shut up and let me talk
to his boss, until I find someone in authority whose job description
doesn't include concealing criminal methodology until I can clearly
state the precise method and tools being used to hold me down and siphon
off my property.

Although both the Sheriff and FBI insist it's up to me to prove a crime
was committed before it can be investigated, I'm certain I did so. My
proof being, instead of an important member of Florida, Polk County
Government (where I reside) signing the above mentioned confidentiality
agreement before I reveal my invention, and then locking me up for
mental evaluation, based on my failure to prove my product claims, as it
relates to my claims that I live under a deadly copyright and patent
theft ring, on February 2, 2006, the Florida Polk County Sheriff decided
to directly 'Baker Act' me into a county run, chemical treatment lockup
facility.

Imagine my astonishment when Polk County 'Chemical Dosage Specialist'
"Dr. Chaudreh" repeatedly attempted to inculcate into my mind that I'm
mentally incapable of coming up with any level of marketable product, or
figure out how to manufacture and market a product if I stole the idea.
You would think if Florida's 'Polk County' legitimately dragged me out
of my home in handcuffs in order to chemically treat me for the long
list of mental diseases that Dr Chaudreh prattled off during my mental
competency hearing, whose symptoms, proven by an FBI background check,
are the unfounded fear of having my ideas and inventions stolen, the
last thing a competent psychiatrist would do is mask the symptoms
without treating the disease. In other words, either Polk County locked
me up to see what kind of mess they could make in my memory, and/or Polk
County locked me up as a terror tactic, connected to the creation of
damaging psychiatric paperwork.

I have no idea where Dr. Chaudreh got his orders to use the power of his
government office to steamroller me into an imbecile, pretending to be a
designer of a long list of expensive toys. I do know that I have a lot
of powerful political detractors I need to shout above in order to prove
that I can produce the products I claim. Therefore, I've created a five
minute video, showcasing a number of my products.

Although it would be professional suicide to demonstrate the inner
workings of my plan to cut your fuel bills by eighty percent, I did
demonstrate my background in designing and building ten thousand dollar
aircraft chairs. I also demonstrated a few billion speed automotive
transmissions I worked on back in the 1970s, as well as how my best
transmission fits into my 'Electric Motor, Transmission, Kinetic Energy
Recovery System, and Anti-skid Breaks' all built into each automotive
wheel.

Since both the Florida, Polk County Sheriff and the FBI insist I'm
incapable of the simplest engineering feet, after viewing my video,
which I completely produced on my own, perhaps it doesn't take much of a
leap of faith to believe I can drop your city power-plant fuel bills by
as much as eighty percent. You will find my video demonstration near the
bottom of the page at:

www.vimeo.com/TerryHokanson

Thank You,
Terry Hokanson

So I go to his website, just out of curiousity (heh... your tax dollars at work!): http://www.vimeo.com/TerryHokanson

The video is pretty cheesy, but not entirely fucking crazy unless you read the captions. But the crazy factor just keeps multipying with this nut... here is his website explaining all the conspiracies against him:
http://home.earthlink.net/~terry.hokanson/

Enjoy, folks!

(Edited to remove email and home address, as well as other identifying aspects of this email, just in case Mr. Hokanson is partial to searching his name on google)

Last edited by feisty (2008-09-05 18:57:51)

orangeplus · 2008-09-05 18:53:29

From his webpage:

As an adult, during the course of the hypnotic police interrogations I found myself wallowing in, the folks running the Covert US Prison System felt it very important to expose me as a homosexual. Of course, if I were gay, this treatment could have easily pushed me into to hands of a huge support group who wouldn’t mind going into business designing and mass producing high-tech home and office interiors. If I’m not gay, this treatment serves to place me in between a rock and a hard place, which was the whole idea.

In other words, if a victim of FBI blackmail movies disputes this particular demoralization technique by condemning the homosexual community, the victim soon finds himself fighting, not against government mind-control experts, stealing copyrights and patents while forcing their victim’s to wallow in very uncomfortable, tailor made mud puddles, but rather, against a huge segment of the population who, as victims of every sort of gay bashing technique, are well trained in this type of warfare, and won‘t hesitate to fight back.

Therefore, since my community employs a double talk game, at times connected to somewhat familiar faces, circumstances and so forth, I’ve worked out a double talk routine of my own, in order to weasel my way out of this mess. Of course, I’m not as fluent in double talk as the folks running the Chinese laundry over my TV. So, instead of rubbing painful fraudulent police files in your face by way of hypnotically super enhancing a TV moment, directly or indirectly related to the level of pain and suffering the government inflicts, I’ll merely point out an absurd scenario and let you blow it out of proportion in your mind.

Back during WWII a US Supreme Court Judge “Rutherford” took over a doomsday religious cult, established in the eighteen hundreds, named the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Since, every twenty years or so, this religion had previously been setting a date for the end of the world, the judge was privy to all sorts of records relating to emotional breakdowns and various puppet on a string scenarios connected to this sort of thing.

Besides the obvious advantages of the Pope really being an FBI director, and Pentagon officials masquerading as Cardinals, on down the line to your local police department serving the church as well, therefore allowing the US Government to easily turn Nazi rocket scientists into willing religious slaves, this funky church run by the state religious entity can also perform mind control experiments somewhat related to the movie “The Matrix.”

For instance, I ran away from home when I was 15. When I was 16, I was placed in a foster home run by an black Air Force Captain named “Charles Garner.” Although I don’t remember getting queer with Charlie, from time to time my hypnotic police interrogators insist that Charlie was screwing Mr. Potato Head.

Let me explain this Mr. Potato Head thing. Lets say the Boeing Aircraft Corporation wants to charge every oil rich country fifty million dollars for each and every ultramodern aircraft interior installed at Boeing, plus the cost of the aircraft.

Now, Boeing’s present chief interior designer is unqualified for the task, but is willing to play the hypnotic training game on a fully functional Covert US Prison System puppet who gets paid the same hourly wage as the janitor. The big game being, steal it from me yesterday, teach it to me tomorrow, and in the mean time, the black community is itching to kick my ass all over the place, and if they don‘t, the corporation will find someone who will.

Although this ‘black stalking scam’ was huge when I worked at Aircraft Modular Products in Miami Florida during the 1990s, this type of thing also happened to me when I worked at Falcon Jet in Little Rock Arkansas in 1987. In this case, the subliminal interrogators were getting me mad by telling me, “Charlie Bond,” the black employee sitting next to me was actually “Charlie Garner,” while whispering queer scenarios in my ear as they paid me seven dollars and fifty cents an hour to put up with this crap.

Of course, the two Charlies are very un-similar, and I never once saw one polymorphous into the other. Besides the subliminal queer gobbledygook whispered in my ear, the only thing that annoyed me about Charlie Bond is, I was passing through Little Rock when I happened to stop and fill out an employment application at Falcon Jet, where I was hired on the spot. I informed “Ron Goble,” the head of Falcon Jet personnel, that I didn’t have a place to live, so Mr. Goble referred me to Charlie, who then showed me a place across from a locksmith, behind a billboard filled with keys, which suspiciously lingered in my memory much like a number of stalking procedures I‘d previously experienced. Later, after thinking I’d found a place without Charlie’s help, I one day found that any key would open my door, even a screwdriver.

Anyway, speaking of the doubletalk game, one day hurricane “Charlie” cut a two hundred mile path, lengthwise through the Florida peninsula. It started out raping a little boy, stuck in a government run arcade game, resulting in a billion dollar mess. It then went off to make other billion dollar messes around the state.

All the other hurricanes noticed Charlie getting away with this, raping government made puppets and using his powerful police influence to brand his victims rapists without due process of law game, and went off on their merry ways to find their own government made puppets to rape and place on long term extortion and murder programs.