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Dutch AIVD Provocated Cashpoint Corruption

Introduction
The Dutch AIVD (General Intelligence and Security Service) is corrupt.
Serving the interests of befriended politicians, American Business and itself goes before National interests. Resulting in the frequent provocation of ordinary civilians and the violation of Human Rights.

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. Read the report in Dutch online


 
     
 

Chip and pin changeover brings chaos at checkout

source: Tuesday, 4 jan 2005 Evening Standard
The whole system of credit / debit card based transactions, is a finely tuned clockwork.This article is just one example of the importance of planning, cooperation and communication between card companies, banks, retailers and consumers.
In the article small business retail organisations complain that the transition from stripe to chip and signature to a pin based credit card system to be very badly timed. In the middle of an very important shopping season, claiming that delays and confusion about payment procedures cost them business. Even banks and bigname retail chains apeared late or incomplete in their addaptation.
From this article we can conclude that a badly timed transition and ill preparation by banks and retailers wasn't the real problem. As the signature continue its validity for some time it is clear that the problems originate from confusion and novelty. So informing the public & instructing sales staf was key to the problem.

 
     
 

Flyer Campaign

Fall: 2004, Bruxecelles/London
  • Sunday 2 jan London
    Made some diagrams
    on the issue of: harrasment/stalking/provocation
    on the issue of: Dutch Integrity Scan by Systematic Stalking
  • Saturday 1 jan 2005 London
    Had a good sleep on the roof of a carpark between highrises. Walked around for hours, a bit cold. At 16:00 h slept at some bettingjoint, dried from the rain. Rotten is, my backpack was moved, and this artificial coma like sleep doesnt do any good. A lot of rain now, need a dry sleepingplace.
  • Agenda Monday 29 dec 2004 Bruxelles On my way to a shower, I start crossing the road at a zebra ??? near Bourse (Bruxelles) IK kijk altijd beide zijden, als ik naar rechts kijk schiet er een vuist vlak voor mijn gezicht langs. Ik zie een wat oudere slanke dame zo 45 a 55 jaar oud. Zeslaat haar arm met vuist uit richting mijn gezicht, zoals sommige mensen doen als ze hun jas aan trekken. Zogenaamd om op haar horloge te kijken. Ik zeg in het nederlands "kijk een beetje uit, straks gebeurd er nog wat". Het licht staat op groen, we lopen naar de ovewrkant maar nu ik haar aangesproken heb mompeld ze wat en gaat terug en verdwijnt in de menigte. Even later +_ 20:30 h als ik terug kom van de wassalon en net langs mijn favoriete email cafe loop kijk ik even naar rechts naar binnen. Ik hgoor iets achter mij en kijk nu linksom. heel kort achter mij loopt een jonge neger zo'n 20 a 25 jaar oud en even groot alsmij, hij probeerd iets uit een dubbelgevouwen boekje te schuiven, dat hij op een 20 a 30 cm achtermij in de richting en op de hoogte van mijn linker bovenarm houdt.Hij weet dat ik hem gezien heb en hij gaat er snel lopend vandoor.Ik weet niet wat hij daar had maar het leek alsof hij de opzet had me in de bovenarm te steken. Later in de Quick komt een erg groe neger met zijn vrouw binnen, hij kijkt naarmij alsof hij weet dat ik aan iets akeligs ontsnapt ben en hij heeft leedvermaak. Tuesday 21 dec 2004 Bruxelles Mijn flyer "Cashpoint Corruption" verspreid, ging behoorlijk goed als ik bedenk dat ik alleen ben en er een mob rondhangt van enige honderden personen. 's Avonds naar de film geweest, "Banlieu 13", en daarna een bandje gezien "Zita Swoon" erg goed. Omdat ik de vorige dag mijn parapluie vergeten was bij de nachtopvang slaap ik daar nu weer, na wat getelefoneer krijg ik een bed in de invaliden / zieken kamer (5 persoons). Om een uur of 1:30 lig ik er in. Dan word ik wakker, het is ongeveer 3 uur en heb net een uur geslapen. 3 Mensen komen net binnen en klauteren weer hun bed in. 1 of 2 lopen de kamer uit, het is dus erg druk bij de deur. Ik voel mij niet goed. mijn armen liggen over mijn borst en zijn numb zwaar gevoel en bewegingsloos, doodachtig. Ik voel de voorhuid van mijn pik wat trekken. wat is hier aan de hand "c'est une Tornure" zegt mijn buurman die aan een lawaaiig beademings apparaat ligt. Ik heb pijn in mijn zij ter hoogte van de nieren, in mijn middenrif voel ik behoorlijk pijnlijke reflexen van samentrekkende spieren. Alle spieren trekken zich plaatselijk en met grote kracht samen alsom er iets uit te persen en ik heb het erg koud. De dag ervoor en bij het slapen gaan voelde ik een soort electroshock op mijn middenrif die me bijna deed inklappen. Veel lichamelijke inspanning kan ik zo niet leveren. Wednesday 22 dec 2004 Bruxelles Met de bus van 22:45 uur naar London, retour a 80,- euro. In de bus steeds kunstmatig maar niet ongewild geslapen. Bij aankomst blijkt dat mijn spandoek annex slaapzak annex fietstas uit mijn daypack gestolen is, ik herrinner me dat ik die typische blauwe cleur nog een moment aan boord zag, ik denk in Frankrijk nog voor we aan boord gingen van de ferry. Thursday 23 dec 2004 London Arrival, it feels very quite although there are a lot of people hanging around at the arrival gates. I leave the compound quickly, it is 6:+ hour in the morning, local time, so really ideal to get ready to spread my flyer among the commuters. I walk to the Victoria subway station, It is already very busy here with commuters and some shops are open. But its not right, its a mob, and not a normal crowd. I take a dayticket and get to some other station, I dont know this gigantic city but I see how easy the mob moves with me to the new station, I drink a coffee, yuck English coffee! then tube to a park, to remove the long underwear, its much warmer here than in Bruxelles. Later research at a busy day shows a mobsize of some 1500 people. Impressive. Saturday 1 jan 2005 London Had a good sleep on the roof of a carpark between highrises. Walked around for hours, a bit cold. At 16:00 h slept at some bettingjoint, dried from the rain. Rotten is, my backpack was moved, and this artificial coma like sleep doesnt do any good. A lot of rain now, need a dry sleepingplace. Sunday 2 jan London Made some diagrams on the issue of:\tab\tab harrasment/stalking/provocation= Observation & Harrasment monitoring, provocation, intimidation, manipulations Manipulation of life chances losing friends, work, accomodation, opportunities & finding new "friends", "work", "accomodation" and "opportunities" Gotcha, landed into created situation you find yourself in serious troublke, ready for chantage, blackmail and the like. Your "friends" / witnesses loyalty works against you. Offer tell us all about ... work for us, do ... Tool you have become a puppet for further development into mainly these directions: 1\tab agent provocateur: terrorist, criminal, liquidator 2\tab scene infiltrator: drugs, politics, IT, media, finance, Hells Angels, Kurds, etc on the issue of:\tab\tab Dutch Integrity Scan by Systematic Stalking Freshmen in (X) Harassment & Confusion - help Tamagotchi a little - talk Sympathetic Watch for Sympathizers Filter ---> symphathizers out (Y) Crisis or Threat of some kind ---> excess scum out turn around and get new freshmen in Wednesday 5 jan 2005 London
  • Friday 24 - Friday 31 dec 2005 London
    I stay a couple of days at the crisis, a temporary X-mas shelter for homeless people, nice food and amusement; video's, music performances Internet and services like massage, haircut etc. But almost no (real) homeless people here, after a row and some fights the drunkarts leave and the pleace is completely taken over by the mob, at stages there are more volunteers than clients.
  • Thursday 23 dec 2004 London
    Arrival, it feels very quite although there are a lot of people hanging around at the arrival gates. I leave the compound quickly, it is 6:+ hour in the morning, local time, so really ideal to get ready to spread my flyer among the commuters. I walk to the Victoria subway station, It is already very busy here with commuters and some shops are open. But its not right, its a mob, and not a normal crowd. I take a dayticket and get to some other station, I dont know this gigantic city but I see how easy the mob moves with me to the new station, I drink a coffee, yuck English coffee! then tube to a park, to remove the long underwear, its much warmer here than in Bruxelles. Later research at a busy day shows a mobsize of some 1500 people. Impressive.
  • Wednesday 22 dec 2004 Bruxelles
    With the 22:45 h Eurolines coach to London, 80 Euro retour. Slept artificially until shortly before the bus arrived at the port of Dunquerkce ???, then again from Dover to London. They wake me up some time before passport controll, boarding the ferry and arrival of Victoria Coach station. I didn't mind as I had planned a good sleep. But they used it to steal from my daypack, my blue canvas banner annex bicyclebag/sleepingbag was gone on arrival. Before, I think before passport controll in France I saw this typical blue color on board of the bus (they kind of showed it to me, I remember), but I didn't pay much attention to it then.
  • Tuesday 21 dec 2004 Bruxelles
    My flyer "Cashpoint Corruption"wais spreading quite well, when I consider that I am alone and the size of the mob is really gigantic (several hundreds). In the early evening I reward myself and go to the movies, I see "Banlieu 13", then only by chance I walk into a faction of the mob and see a performance by "Zita Swoon", they like good pop music too. Because of a weather change I noticed that I left my umbrella behind at a homeless nightshelter, near "Gare du Midi" so I went back and asked if I could stay again as well (the umbrella was lost) I was allowed in after some calls. Around 1:30 h I find myself in bed, the room laidout with 5 beds is normally reserved for the sick and handicapped. Suddenly I wake up, their is some light from the open door 3 persons are just entering the room and climb back into their beds they murmel a bit, 1 or 2 are about to leave the sleeping rooming. I can see their dark shadows moving towards the door, so its a kind of busy in the dark. I don't feel very well, my arms appear dead, they lie over my chesst completely numb, heavy as made from concrete. The skin on my gland is jerking back into position, what is going on here with me... "C'est une Tornure" says my neighbour who is breathing through a noisy machine. I feel a lot of pain in my right flank near my kidney's, strong peristaltic reflexes at this spot are pulling all muscle in my ??? membrane together as if they try to push something out intestines. The pain is at times very tense, is around 3 'o clock, I see the opening in the curtain right behind my head has moved towards my feet, i feel cold. Its very quite now, everybody is in bed, I feel some kind of electro shock at my membrane that makes me knick. This feeling comes back several times in the following days, and the pain last for weeks, how happy I am with my short clumsey trolley.
  • Monday 20 dec 2004 Bruxelles
    On my way to a shower, I start crossing the road at a zebra ??? near Bourse (Bruxelles) I join the crowd and start walking the light just went green. As I look to my righthand side, a fist shoots out just in front of my face, barely missing. I see an older, slender lady, approx. an 45 to 55 years old, pretending to check the time on her watch. I say in Dutch: "Better watch out, something may happen". How weird I think "a lady of that age attacking me?, like that on a public road, but what if it escalates?" We are only 1 or 2 metres from the sidewalk, but the lady seems surprised/shocked, turns and walks back to disappear in the crowd.
    Then there is another apparent attack: somewhat later ± 20:30 h when I am returning from a laundrette and coming from a dark alleyway into the mainstreet "Rue de Stalingrad". I pass my favorite Internetcafe and look right into the shop to see if I can greet the friendly staff but they are busy. But I do notice (hear a sound) that there is somebody behind me, very close. Now I turn my head left and see an African, just a meter or so from me, he is an 25 years old and of the same length and posture of me, he is pulling something from a folded magazine that he carries in his left hand at the height of my upperleft arm some 20 to 30 cm. from me. He knows that I have seen him and he passes me walking fast. I didn't see what was in the magazin and I don't know what he had in mind but to me it seems as if he had the intention to stab me in the arm with a knife that he kept in the magazin. I continue and go to the Quick restaurant, a big African enters with his wife, as we are seated he looks at me as if he knows that I escaped some disaster and he would enjoy that to happen to me.