ZBlog: A National Security Nightmare: Part 3

A National Security Nightmare: Part 3

*Note: This is a new blog. For more articles and the history of what happened up to this point see the original zblog http://360.yahoo.com/michael_zangari

A microwave LAN
A patch in the sea
Of other quilt-work
LANS
Interconnected and edged
By thread…

The Little Radio Station At The Back Of Your Mind was consistent. I practice my radio chops at about the same time of day and worked hard at learning to talk again. At first my speech was disorganized and slurred. I struggled for word and content. Later it got stronger and more professional. By the end I was running a tight air shift that would produce an air check that would get me a job.
In my last two years in Hawaii I worked at two radio stations and got press credentials from a third. I worked at KCCN in Honolulu, Hawaii Public Radio, and earlier at the country station, KDEO.
I was Mike Taylor there: “Hanging onto to the country fringe of the pacific.” I had press credentials from Radio Free Hawaii, also on KDEO but much later. I was told at each station that it was very political and at some point I would have to be fired.
At Hawaii Public Radio they told me to hang on after a computer pre-programmed computer caused the studios to change in the middle of a news broadcast. They promised to rehire in a different department. I couldn’t afford to park at KCCN.
That’s Honolulu.
Radio has always been a big part of my life. I learned to communicate on the air. After my brain was saturated by toxins I had to learn again. I was a logical, if not unplanned thing that happened. I just found myself building a studio on morning. There was no thought involved.
I had a one room studio, but constructed a wall at the far end, with the studio in back in a tight narrow space. It was the most comfortable place in the condo.
The format at the time was loose talk.
I told stories from my life in a long rambled style into a black socked microphone.
The music I played was largely progressive country, with some rock thrown in. There was no special reason at first.
Later, I realized there was a condo LANS and that several older people had to put up with me. I played requests. When I found out that somehow I was being broadcast, the station got more progressive.
I survived with The Little Radio Station for several reasons. Somehow it had gotten into the cable radio system. The condos themselves were somewhat isolated, and many famous people lived there over the years. Richard Braughtigan lived there. Lenny Bruce had lived there. One year the entire casts of “The Bold and the Beautiful” were my neighbors. People from “Bay Watch” Hawaii also played a role.
By far the most interesting thing that happened was that a group of country artists also lived there. Through them or someone’s bright idea they put up a line-feed that touring musicians had. They could receive the mock station through their networks.
Local people, who were increasingly in on the joke tried to get me the message, by portraying album covers, live outside the condo gates to let me know who was listening and who they wanted to hear more of.
Bruce Springsteen, Dan Hicks and the Hot Licks and Johnny Cash were among the artists depicted outside my gate.
I was amused and finally got it.
In terms of LANS theory, one network often connects with another.
In this way, different LANS interconnect and spread.
I had made my anthrax report to the FBI.
Here’s my theory of what happened next.
I can’t prove it yet.

My Best Guess at What Happened

There was a sexual abuse sting going on in Waianae.
The FBI agent knew of my background and thought I might be useful to him. At the time he was reviewing a ton of seized pornography and you could hear him sighing and fast forwarding through it at night. Sometimes you could see the content of what he was looking for.
His job was to catalog it by subject and event.
A truly miserable job if you hate porn.
I was put into his LANS so he could track what was happening with me. He was already in Waianae. They didn’t want to deploy another agent.
As always, the need for the FBI outweighs its resources.
I was included for safety and investigation.
No minor surveillance can always be constant as a result.
Every so often the agent would click into my bugged realm to check on what I was doing.
At other times, someone was obviously breaking into his work room and also watching me. The quality of energy was clearly different.
At one point, as I said, he was dosed with a psychedelic, probably LSD. He asked for help. Then he changed his mind. I didn’t hear from him until around the terrorist event known as 9-11. Someone else was claiming to be his roommate came on-line. They conceded that they were not with the FBI but that he let them “use his equipment.”
The entire nature of things changed.
After Halloween, of 1998 it was outright hostile and controlling.
“Aloha’s End” my novel was doing well on the WEB.
It attracted a multi-ethnic audience because of the characters and plot.
There was quite a bit of civil rights discussion going on on-line from which I learned a tremendous amount. I took suggestions on the plot and construction of the novel and continued to write.
Why a National Security Nightmare out of this?
It became clear that personal LANS included groups of people. African Americans seem to network together, like the group of Latter Day Saints did, like the military did, and like Hawaiians did.
By targeting anyone member of any one LANS, you could impact the entire LANS. So by putting a disrupting audio signal or negative subliminals on a Latter Day Saint, say, you could impact a great deal of Latter Day Saints on the same circuits.
I’ll maintain that this happened.
The people then in control of the broadcast were increasingly hostile towards the gathering audience.
In brief, Where ever groups of individual of like interest gather or meet, a large target presents itself. Along with what ever benefits there are in networking there is a liability. The group becomes vulnerable to a group attack.
These audio attacks were insidious.
The bad impact spread like octopus ink in water.
I call this tactic, that is the targeting a large group of people by interest, The FLY TRAP.
A national LANS, tick-tack-toeing across a cultural and political landscape becomes vulnerable to manipulation and attack in the same, simple way. Not only are individuals who were at one time masked available, but entire groups were now vulnerable.
Do you have to be a novelist to get scared?