Fear and Loathing in Reno

Apr 23, 2025

When I first saw Fear and Loathing Las Vegas in 2001, I never thought I would one day be off-roading in the Nevada desert driving a Mini Copper with the governor topped out at one hundred and twenty miles per hour like Hunter S Thompson in search of the American Dream. Okay, maybe I thought about going gonzo in Las Vegas or being a gonzo journalist, because I became a Q [white hat] gonzo journalist when I flew figuratively across the California-Nevada state lines, but I definitely didn’t prophesy off-roading in a Mini Cooper like David Webb searching for my born identity.

I wasn’t being chased by the California or Nevada State Police, I was being chased by a mosaic of direct energy weaponry from DEW laser to 5G cognitive jammers, which gave me severe Havana syndrome. My Marine Corps training kicked in, put the pedal to the metal, and got the hell out of California, so I had no clue what to tell the Churchill County Sheriffs where I camped in Jessup, Nevada for three days after fleeing Reno, but I didn’t dial 911. They showed up.

I remote view or looking glass back through the gateway of time and space to loving a Reese’s and drinking Mountain Dew. Oh the irony of nearly being vaporized by a DEW (Direct Energy Weapon) driving from Sacramento through Tahoe and Reno and crash landing near the Wizard’s Beach at Pyramid Lake with my dog Reese sleeping on the seat next to me. Yes, the Direct Energy Weapon was frying my ass as the 5G towers or whatever scrambled my brain, and I broke through to the other side like Jim Jim Morrison. If you don’t believe men, Google Pyramid Lake, Nevada.

I didn’t know how to explain to the Churchill County Sheriffs I was investigating Silicon Valley and Satanism in San Francisco and the rigged election and Nazis and Nancy Pelosi profiting from all of it—Well officer, I was trying to get video footage of rituals in Golden Gate Park when I took an injection in the neck. Of course, I took a photo at the location of the assault, so we could check San Francisco’s security cameras, but the photo also took a snapshot of the time, proving I was where I was when I was there. I don’t stop missions. I take videos and photographs, write notes, and continue the mission.

Of course, I said to myself, naw that wasn’t real, so I went back to Golden Gate Park, and then shit got crazier. I went back to where I was the day prior trying to collect evidence of what transpired the night before. I found children’s shoes, drag marks, and occult idols and stockings of wood. Overnight, Lost Dog signs showed up like I was being threatened. I wandered around Golden Gate Park until I headed to Barbara’s for dinner. On the way over the Oakland Bay Bridge, I saw Evergreen in the Port of Oakland. Lots of Evergreen.

So I bailed on family dinner, went to nana's, packed my stuff, and left for Sacramento without saying goodbye. Then Sacramento's Motel 6 was crazy, because I may or may not have been poisoned by MS-13, but I wasn’t stocking around or fucking around to find out, so I left for Washington DC to see mass at Saint Matthew’s in Washington DC. I don’t know. I just wanted to see the inauguration, because I wondered if Joe Biden was Joe Biden. Whoever that guy was claiming to be Joe Biden didn’t look and still doesn’t look like Joe Biden. Why didn't Nancy Pelosi want me to arrive back in Washington DC prior to the inauguration? Why did she invite me to Chinatown? Did she not think I would investigate Dragon Gate in Chinatown? Crazy how I left San Francisco’s locks on chain-links and ended up at Lovelock’s locks on chain-links like I was white hat wizard or Gandolf crash landing literally at the Wizard’s beach at Pyramid Lake.

Because I was investigating the 2020 Election, I gave the Churchill County sheriffs a list of lawyers from Lin Wood to Sidney Powell and Rogan O’Handley. Were they really my lawyers? No, but I saw the voter and election fraud in downtown San Francisco right in front of city hall on November 3rd, 2020, and I’m an informant of sorts. Why do you think I stopped in Austin on my way back from Eagle Pass, Texas? Why do you think I went to Silicon Valley? Why do you think I was on camera wearing white Woody hat everywhere? #WhereIsWoody

I spent weeks in San Francisco and Silicon Valley documenting everything from LinkedIn’s blue footprints on the ground to what goes into Golden Boy Pizza. I know how the tunnel system works at Golden Gate Park like I know how the tunnel system works on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge at Vista Point. I know how to connect the Presidio and Lt Col Michael Angelo Aquino to Anton LaVey and the Church of Satan and Temple of Set both founded in San Francisco. I know the connections between Nazi Operation Werwolf and Operation Gladio from Allan Dulles to Michael Aquino. All you have to do is Google it. Like The Blues Brothers’ Illinois Nazis, BDR license plate, MKBRD, the black diamond riders and the Black Diamond mines in the foothills of Mount Diablo lead to a statue of six children swinging in a circle six feet apart in Clayton, California. I know about the various altars and tunnels around Mount Diablo, because I walked my dog around the mountain everyday, and I climbed to the Devil’ Pulpit and summited the Rockefeller’s Mount Diablo, which can bee seen from Sacramento to San Francisco, San Mateo, and even San Jose. Why were witches performing rituals everywhere I went? I have the proof, and that’s why I fled San Francisco, Sacramento, and had fear loathing Reno, where I ended up living unto a month in Sparks, Nevada.

During the BLM riots, I dreamt of where I ended up in Lovelock, Nevada for the virtual inauguration. In my dream, I was in a firefight by those gray silos, and I was running all over the place firing and maneuvering, and I ran out of ammo. It got ugly, and I woke up in a pool of sweat like astral projected into the gateway process. Of course, when I went over to the sight to investigate in real life, I found EVERGREEN. Yes, this is in The Q-Files. Look at a map of Lovelock. Where is burning man? Where are the lovelock caves? Why the legends of the orange haired giants. I literally camped in the desert for three days and three nights, because I couldn’t believe what just happened fleeing California. I don’t need to see CIA and FBI files for things I’ve seen and witnessed with my own two eyes.