Growing up in a very rural setting provides a fundamentally different worldview from city dwellers. I am early member of Generation-X, now approaching fifty, but I was born later in life for my parents, who were both Depression babies. My experiences as a child in the seventies and eighties was more like those of twenty or thirty years older. The photo of this fellow above is entitled ‘Cat Burglar’, but it’s a grim jest – he was the ringleader of a raccoon platoon who had developed a taste for barn kittens. The cage is a humane trap and this was taken just prior to his transport to a state park several miles away from the farm.

Keeping lethal traps are also a normal part of country life for boys. Our old fashioned barn had wood sided floor storage areas rather than metal bins, so mice and rats were a problem. Our pasture was occasionally subject to pocket gopher incursions, which drew a swift response – a running calf can break a leg if it hits a soft pocket gopher mound. Muskrats are civil engineers much like their much larger cousin, the beaver, farmers want them eliminated from wetlands, and they are trapped and sold for their fur.

Most trapping where I grew up is done with modern mechanical traps, but there is much merit in studying the old ways. Here is a video explaining the operation of a baited toggle and release snare. The methods behind this small animal snare have an analog in some of the methods I employ against the unwanted attention I get from various obsessives.

There are many parallels which include:

• Traps are baited and then left to do their work
• Natural, local materials used so the trap blends in
• Trap’s prime mover is local, but warped to provide energy

As an example of a psychic snare, consider this photo:

This photo was posted among 10,500 other images in my Flickr account, which was almost entirely private. I haven’t used it in a long time and my pro subscription lapsed. I was amazed no one ever gifted me the $25 account so all the images would be visible again. Finally Flickr changed their policy, which made all my photos visible, and a bunch of goons started going through them. I had a meeting with another company in the area and I went into the DLC’s building purely to shoot and plant this image, knowing that cranks would assume that this ‘dot’ means I work for the DLC.

There are many, many things like this out there. This sort of puckish deception is an old habit for me. As an example, here’s a pastebin from June of 2012, which indicates that @OccupyRebellion is Jacinda Sheridan-Chase. There was another one that indicated @BreitbartUnmask was Christine Sheridan, but this has been taken down. Huge clue on their identities, right? Or is it??

If you dig long enough and hard enough you’ll find that I had a girlfriend around the turn of the century, a fellow hacker who used some permutation of the name ‘bluenile’. Hunt a little more, you might find her name is Abigail Wentz. Pay no attention what so ever to the fact that the name for the Blue Nile where it originates in the Ethiopian highlands is ‘Abay Wenz’.

Readers seeking further information on these matters are advised to examine The Kookpocalypse Conspiracy Alpha & Omega, which I feel is a masterful example of rabbit hole excavation …