When I was a boy, CIA drugged, hypnotized, and brainwashed me, under PROJECT MONARCH, MK-ULTRA, and associated operations, at a programming center masquerading as a YMCA soccer camp. It was at Linden High School, Union, New Jersey, and Playmate of the Year, Marilyn Lange, was programmed there, too.
CIA used television shows to program our sexuality.
With me, that meant Wonder Woman, a figure invented by William Moulton Marston, a psychologist with strange ideas about bondage and submission.
Wonder Woman was popularized by Gloria Steinem, an avowed CIA agent.
Some people think that Wonder Woman is about feminism, but the whole thing is one big rape fantasy that we were supposed to act out in sexualized play.
Girls were taught to spin and dissociate, just as Diana Prince spins to transform into Wonder Woman, as they shifted into sexualized alters under PROJECT MONARCH.
Meanwhile, underoos were marketed to children, so they could dress up like Wonder Woman. One reader wrote me to say she used to go to sleep in her underoos and wake up naked. The scum were drugging and violating her.
There were other shows to which we were programmed, like The Banana Splits, which contained Danger Island, a rape fantasy featuring not a brunette but a blonde. At the programming center, we were injected with drugs, hypnotized, sexually assaulted, and made to watch this drivel. Today it sends some people, who have lost the memory, into screaming fits, near-epileptic seizures, or deep discomfort.
The Banana Splits was put out by Hanna-Barbera, which also produced The Perils of Penelope Pitstop. There a leggy blonde is chased by her guardian Sylvester Sneakley, who has an alter ego called the Hooded Claw. All the while, she screams, “Help!” This is the stuff we were supposed to act out in sexualized play, entraining us to rape.
They don’t call it television programming for nothing….
Hanna-Barbera also put out the enormously popular series, Scooby Doo, which I regarded as innocent. Now I see how wrong I was. It didn’t work on me, but this show was used just as much to program sexuality and to direct people toward rape. Porn movies that parody Scooby Doo are probably the most innocent version of this programming. At least the sex is consensual.
What went on in the Mystery Machine? The horny teenagers must have been sleeping in cramped quarters, as the show encouraged young viewers to dream of the day when they could buy a van. Would you let a young man pick up your daughter in this thing?
Underoos came not only in Wonder Woman, Batgirl, and Super Girl–for brunettes, redheads, and blondes–but also so little girls could dress up like Daphne and Velma.
That’s just for starters. Later, as programmed girls grow into young women, they engage in cosplay.
Scooby Doo has been around for fifty years, and people can still buy a costume like the one below.
Then you can dress as, or lust after, a sexy redhead like Ireland Reid, dressed here as Daphne Blake.
Or maybe you’re into sexy nerds, with a brunette bob and glasses, like Velma Dinkley.
This comes from somewhere. When I look at the cartoons it seems ridiculous, but a child might find the drawings sexy. Someone on YouTube put together a video of Daphne and Velma in swimsuit scenes.
As an intermediate step, some people create sexier drawings online. These suggest rape, like this one of Daphne wearing sexy underthings, while, unbeknownst to the scantily clad heroine, a shadowy figure appears in the mirror, ready to take her by force.
Or how about this drawing, where a threatened Velma, chest thrust out, muscly thighs spread, hips suggesting movement, while her skirt barely covers her privates, is backed against a wall?
Danger Babe Central, a website to which I was entrained, features rape comics of Wonder Woman, Supergirl, and, you guessed it, Daphne and Velma.
Here the aptly named Creeper mauls Daphne’s breasts as a prelude to rape.
Here the Creeper ties Velma up before raping her.
Chloroform features heavily in these comics, just as the CIA uses date rape drugs to prevent victims from resisting or remembering what is done to them. The trash that abuse us cannot resist advertising that abuse, as they try to import it into our own fantasies.
In the panels above and below, note how both Daphne and Velma say the drugs used on them are like the ones “in the movies,” the same movies that are used to program our sexuality.
One of my own programmers referred to a web of hypnotic suggestions as a trap, and that word is picked up in the comics.
This doesn’t come from nowhere. And it has not been grafted onto to an innocent comic. Whether it works on us or not, the Scooby Doo franchise means to lead us to rape.
Remember how Velma was always losing her glasses?
What does that look like with a little imagination?
Certainly, the suggestion is picked up in the film, Scooby 2, where Velma is chased by all-seeing eyes, falls into a trap, discovers an underground satanic shrine with pictures of a mad scientist, meets a threatening and creepy contemporary, whom she is expected to trust, while she is torn by emotional vicissitudes typical of a programming session.
Or how about these scenes, where Velma is possessed, twerking like a beta sex slave under PROJECT MONARCH, while Daphne is abducted by a leering muscle man, who robs her of an object suggesting both the pyramids of the Illuminati and the puzzle-key of Hellraiser.
The cartoons also feature scenes where Velma is hypnotized, just like a subject under MK-ULTRA, before she is transformed into a heavily sexualized alter. Witness the aptly named children’s film: Frankencreepy.
Something similar happens at the Universal Studios themepark, where an actor pretends to be Dracula, hypnotizing Velma, who becomes highly sexualized in response. If I had seen the following scene as a horny teenager, during a family trip, it would have provided me with a lifetime of fantasy….
Here you can see Daphne hypnotized in the old t.v. show.
Also there are scenes like the following, where a male vampire, with hypnotic powers, invades the bedroom of the sleeping girls.
When I was a boy, hypnosis figured big at the backs of comic books. There, next to a poster of Raquel Welch, you could find advertisements for gadgets and techniques that would reduce women to sexual slavery.
Those are the same techniques they use on us.
Like Velma, Daphne becomes possessed in the following clip when, tied to a satanic altar, she is faced with a diabolic machine operated by a half-naked muscle man who wears a mask and outfit suggesting BDSM. A claw threatens to rip Daphne’s purple dress off her body, stripping her naked, but instead it steals her soul. Her mouth wide, as though prepared for rough fellatio, she breathes in a demonic presence, before, scantily clad, nipples jutting, speaking jibberish, the ginger beauty is released, her body fully controlled by her attacker.
Shaggy is a good man. He can’t help her at the moment, but he shows genuine horror at his friend’s abuse. In other episodes of the franchise, he himself is hypnotized–just like all of us under MK-ULTRA. Daphne attempts to comfort her friend, as he shakes with trauma, before, under another all-seeing eye, he is forced to endure “psycho-luminescent reprogramming,” which, we are told by a priest-like mad scientist, can “put anyone in a trancelike highly suggestible state.” After being told he will remember nothing of the session, through “total memory erasal,” Shaggy is given a trigger or “key word.”
The threat to the girls never comes from Fred or Shaggy. I’m not sure what’s going on with Fred. With his ascot and his good looks, maybe he’s supposed to be a homosexual.
As for Shaggy, he normalized bad hygiene, marijuana smoking, and overeating; so CIA can still damage those of us who won’t take suggestions toward rape. Here, “lost in a fog,” the young hippy asks, “You buzzed?” before he makes himself an enormous sandwich.
Meanwhile, in adventure after adventure, Dangerprone Daphne is repeatedly kidnapped, tied, and gagged by male villains, leaving room for the viewer to build rape fantasies around her and for children to act out these scenes.
When I look back at Scooby Doo, I can’t believe I watched this stuff with my daughter. I can’t believe I missed it. We were protected by our innocence. For us it was just a fun show that taught kids that monsters were not real.
As it turns out, they are.
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