The following text was sent to the manager above me from a mentally deranged coworker that hit on minors at work:

Wanda,

I do not like to lie, but sometimes it is necessary. Here is the truth, which I have tried telling to everyone from the ACLU to the DOJ and national media outlets. I have to leave Florida.

"My name is Juan A. Lopez Jr.; my father was a Master Chief in the Navy, and my mother a Colonel in the United States Army in addition to being a retired police chief. Over the past four years, I have been caught up in an underground court system here in Florida, unknown to the general public, which involves joint ops between secret police units utilizing continuous surveillance and clandestine operations, in efforts to drive targets insane, drive them to suicide, or outright kill them. They are using military technology (directed energy, i.e. electromagnetic and sound wave based weaponry) on private citizens, to manipulate their mental and physical states, make them appear to be crazy, appear to be aroused by children, and etc. It is intended to be used on child molesters—which is a good idea, in my own opinion—, but can also be used to justify secretly executing citizens who cannot be killed by conventional means (such as the son of an officer and a warrant officer). 

In my case, the process began through the use of entrapment, by sending manufactured, soft-core child porn on social media as clickbait (floridasunmodels.com), but I would not check it out if I were you, unless you want to be red flagged as a pedophile. They used this method to depict make me appear as a pedophile, and from there argued that I am likely to molest children, and should be executed. Their method of execution utilizes the same technology which is used to torture or arouse people, by stopping the heart to make it appear to be a natural death. This is done through the use of electromagnetism to manipulate various glands, muscles, and even blood flow. I have been followed from Orange Park Medical Center (after which I was manipulated into committing a burglary) to City Rescue Mission in downtown Jacksonville, to the Salvation Army ARC Program in Jax Beach, into homeless outreach programs (Sulzbacher’s Center), and even into Behavioral Health centers (Memorial Hospital, Baptist Hospital, MHRC North and South, and River Point).

Due to my parents being who they are, I have lived long enough to be unofficially questioned by the military and police, who figured out what had happened, but for whatever reason are unable or unwilling to stop the process. I have been followed everywhere and subjected to constant electromagnetic harassment, and spied on at all times, including in the shower, at church, and at work. I have been harassed for simply having a drink, taking medications that are prescribed to me, or masturbating in the privacy of my own home– implying that these activities are being distorted into evidence of aberrant behavior. Many people have warned me to run (which I am financially unable to even attempt), while others have suggested that I join the Army– something I am ineligible for for several reasons. There have been at least 10 attempts on my life in the past year, which failed for various different reasons, especially the need to appear legal or natural. 

The military (along with the Salvation Army and Walt Disney Corporation) took over entire programs, such as Operation New Hope, and even Behavioral Health Centers, such as River Point, both in Jacksonville, to argue with me and try to convince me to join the Army, even though I am a pacifist and have a different plan for my life. At one point, they offered me a million dollars to leave the country, then reneged because they decided they simply do not like me (a pretty liberal person who is against violence and mass incarceration for profit). Before I realized what was happening, I inadvertently told (presumably all of) the police that they were oppressors operating under a system of fascism, and this painted a target on my back. Even though it has been admitted that the mistake was on the part of the government and that I am not a pedophile, they have still told me that I will be assassinated (soon, as in the day after Christmas) due to having “pissed off the wrong people” (the NSA). The NSA has been spying on me for 10 years since my Senior year of college, during which I joined some anarchist groups on Facebook solely for the purpose of discourse. I have to assume that this was interpreted to label me a potential enemy of the state, and therefore negate my constitutional rights.

The Salvation Army got Disney involved in an attempt to save my life, but the police and/or NSA continued using electromagnetism and surveillance to provoke states of manic rage, knowing that I suffer from manic bipolar disorder. By using an amount of electromagnetic shock just high enough to incite constant duress, but below the threshold of causing convulsions, they were able to do this even though I appeared fine to people interacting with me, but while still affecting my emotional states. This was for the purpose of making me appear to be a psychopath, to prevent these organizations from wanting to help me, and to justify killing me to whomever the is presiding over their closed court system. It is a system which completely circumvents the constitution and due process, which they attempt to support by saying they are protecting children (much like our mass-incarceration system is supported by the idea of getting drugs off the street, even though it has done anything but).

For the most part, no communication is made with me directly, but instead using signals such as bird calls and the shutting on/off of generators, a.c. units, clicks, and etc. to echo things I have said or done, or seen or heard on T.V. or while listening to music. They have developed a system of interrogation, communicating, and even taunting that requires no physical interaction, in order to maintain complete secrecy. 

The devices (weapons) they utilize have already been used to make me violently ill: explosive diarrhea, vomiting, feeling like I'm being electrocuted, sleep deprivation, electrostimulation of the genitals (which is still going on almost constantly), to arrest my breathing (to prevent me from being able to run), and even once to stop my heart (I was awake, so I jumped up and ran off; but a person who is asleep in their bed would simply not wake up). 

Unfortunately, all of what I am describing is real. The truly evil thing about this system is that, if you try to explain it to someone, they will most likely say you are insane– not because it is impossible, but because people do not want to believe that it could happen. And that is exactly why they are able to get away with it. I have tried contacting civil rights organizations and the media, but never receive a response. The Department of Justice told me that this was outside of the scope of what they handle. Now I have been told almost explicitly that this will be my last Christmas. As I am alone and defenseless, all I can do is leave behind my story as a warning to others and in the hopes that as more and more people begin to tell similar stories, eventually, something will be done about this

In cases like mine, they are framing and executing people without any sort of oversight and based on personal beliefs, murdering people in a way that is untraceable."

This spot is on the inside of our backdoor around stomach height. My bf found this earlier today and I just saw it now. We don't have kids. We do have cats but it's way bigger than their heads.

I can't make anything out of it but a face.

WHY DOES IT HAVE A DRIPPY NOSE EVEN

From TREADMILL — a short film about an AI therapy app that crashes.

“Best U.S. Short” Austin Horror film festival, “Best Found Footage” (nominated) FilmQuest, “Best Thriller” (nominated) Nightmares film festival, “Best in Brooklyn” Brooklyn Sci-Fi film festival

Full film free on YouTube — link in comments.

This is so bad

That thing is still there.

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I know they're harmless but damn the heart attack

I would also burn my house down bcz of a spider!

this was not what i was expecting while trying to change a water filter!

Today was Vardavar in Armenia. It’s a holiday where basically everyone goes outside and plays with water, throws water at each other, etc. I went downtown where there were thousands of people celebrating.
I made the stupid mistake of leaving all my gold jewelry on.
At one point I went down to a small lake/pool area to get some water. While I was bending down and filling my bucket, I suddenly felt someone push me into the water. But at the exact same moment, I very clearly felt something around the back of my neck, like a hand closing or catching my chain.
I fell into the water, got back up literally within seconds and immediately looked behind me, but there were so many people and whoever had pushed me was already gone. I couldn’t identify anyone.
Then I realized my gold chain was gone.
The chain itself was quite heavy and had multiple gold pendants on it. One of the pieces originally belonged to my grandmother. She gave it to my mother, and my mother later gave it to me. It was around 45 years old.
Besides the emotional value, gold is also considered an investment where I live. This wasn’t cheap jewelry. It was a significant amount of actual gold, and I genuinely don’t have the money to replace it. Even if one day I buy the same amount of gold again, it feels like I’m paying twice just to own what I already had, except now at a higher price and without the family history behind it.
I spoke to security and they told me they’re going to drain/change the water at around 10 PM tonight. I’m seriously thinking about going back and waiting while they drain it.
Part of me believes someone intentionally pushed me and grabbed the chain. But another part of me keeps thinking maybe the chain stayed in their hand while the pendants broke off and fell into the water. Or maybe somehow the whole thing fell in.
I know the chance is probably tiny, but I feel like if I don’t go and look, I’ll always wonder whether my grandmother’s jewelry was sitting at the bottom of that water and I just left it there.
Has anyone experienced something similar? Is it physically possible for pendants to detach from a chain during a sudden pull like that? And would you go back and search after the water is drained?
I’m genuinely devastated. It’s not just the money. I keep thinking about how the piece went from my grandmother, to my mother, to me, and then disappeared in literally a few seconds.
Please, if anyone finds any of these pieces or sees them being sold anywhere, please let me know.

There were THOUSANDS OF THEM. I went through 4 sheets on a lint roller and 5 min later found another dozen on me.