The Eugenic War on Fertility

'treatments.' One of the teeth was reconstructed and the other pulled because fractured.
I’ve been unable to interest any lawyer in this. One top local lawyer fought desperately...
to stifle his yawning, as I talked of torture and death threats. He then uselessly advised
me to go to the police. Another (elsewhere) suggested I go to Iraq ('go to hell').
Sterilization
Cancer is another established effect of radiation exposure―-both of the ionizing and nonionizing
(RF) types―in the longer-term but without any evidential link.
Other permanent damage may have been already done, the evidence of which, childless,
I’m frankly afraid to produce―-genetic damage―-another of the effects of high-level (or
cumulatively high) radiation exposure. Something happened that leads me to believe
that I may have been targeted for this specifically.
In the summer shortly after the targeting began, the woman next door--'Claudia' from
Germany―invited me to go sailing from the harbor with some other chartered-yacht
club members.
<strong>The</strong> four other sailors turned out to be what I would call 'heavies' in the professional boffin
sense but who introduced themselves unconvincingly with incongruous, generic
cover occupations like 'internet marketer.' One of these (who happened to resemble the
late Washington Post columnist Bob Novak) strangely could not bring himself to make eye
contact at any time. Another admitted when questioned later (at the after-dinner) that
he had worked for the Pentagon contractor Draper Labs, which he had tried to make out
as an NGO (non-governmental organization). At dinner he also aired his strong anticommunist
political views, without prompting, a strange non sequitur as it happened.
Shortly after this outing―-maybe in fact some sort of evaluation, in retrospect--I noticed
for the first time in the parking lot of my apartment block a civilian car with a “Go
Army” logo on the door. By itself, this needn’t raise suspicion. But I was in for quite a
shock soon after.
One fine clear-sky summer afternoon as I was sitting comfortably in my living room, out
of nowhere a bolt from the blue zapped me; I was gripped in an electric jolt of what felt
like low-power lightning. It lasted just a very short time. Without budging, wide-eyed and
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