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ralfmaximus · 13 days

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Here's the complete list of DHS flagged search terms. Don't use any of these on social media to avoid having the 3-letter agencies express interest in your activities!

DHS & Other Agencies

Department of Homeland Security (DHS)

Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA)

Coast Guard (USCG)

Customs and Border Protection (CBP)

Border Patrol

Secret Service (USSS)

National Operations Center (NOC)

Homeland Defense

Immigration Customs Enforcement (ICE)

Agent

Task Force

Central Intelligence Agency (CIA)

Fusion Center

Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA)

Secure Border Initiative (SBI)

Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI)

Alcohol Tobacco and Firearms (ATF)

U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (CIS)

Federal Air Marshal Service (FAMS)

Transportation Security Administration (TSA)

Air Marshal

Federal Aviation Administration (FAA)

National Guard

Red Cross

United Nations (UN)

Domestic Security

Assassination

Attack

Domestic security

Drill

Exercise

Cops

Law enforcement

Authorities

Disaster assistance

Disaster management

DNDO (Domestic Nuclear Detection Office)

National preparedness

Mitigation

Prevention

Response

Recovery

Dirty Bomb

Domestic nuclear detection

Emergency management

Emergency response

First responder

Homeland security

Maritime domain awareness (MDA)

National preparedness initiative

Militia

Shooting

Shots fired

Evacuation

Deaths

Hostage

Explosion (explosive)

Police

Disaster medical assistance team (DMAT)

Organized crime

Gangs

National security

State of emergency

Security

Breach

Threat

Standoff

SWAT

Screening

Lockdown

Bomb (squad or threat)

Crash

Looting

Riot

Emergency Landing

Pipe bomb

Incident

Facility

HAZMAT & Nuclear

Hazmat

Nuclear

Chemical Spill

Suspicious package/device

Toxic

National laboratory

Nuclear facility

Nuclear threat

Cloud

Plume

Radiation

Radioactive

Leak

Biological infection (or event)

Chemical

Chemical burn

Biological

Epidemic

Hazardous

Hazardous material incident

Industrial spill

Infection

Powder (white)

Gas

Spillover

Anthrax

Blister agent

Exposure

Burn

Nerve agent

Ricin

Sarin

North Korea

Health Concern + H1N1

Outbreak

Contamination

Exposure

Virus

Evacuation

Bacteria

Recall

Ebola

Food Poisoning

Foot and Mouth (FMD)

H5N1

Avian

Flu

Salmonella

Small Pox

Plague

Human to human

Human to ANIMAL

Influenza

Center for Disease Control (CDC)

Drug Administration (FDA)

Public Health

Toxic

Agro Terror

Tuberculosis (TB)

Agriculture

Listeria

Symptoms

Mutation

Resistant

Antiviral

Wave

Pandemic

Infection

Water/air borne

Sick

Swine

Pork

Strain

Quarantine

H1N1

Vaccine

Tamiflu

Norvo Virus

Epidemic

World Health Organization (WHO and components)

Viral Hemorrhagic Fever

E. Coli

Infrastructure Security

Infrastructure security

Airport

CIKR (Critical Infrastructure & Key Resources)

AMTRAK

Collapse

Computer infrastructure

Communications infrastructure

Telecommunications

Critical infrastructure

National infrastructure

Metro

WMATA

Airplane (and derivatives)

Chemical fire

Subway

BART

MARTA

Port Authority

NBIC (National Biosurveillance Integration Center)

Transportation security

Grid

Power

Smart

Body scanner

Electric

Failure or outage

Black out

Brown out

Port

Dock

Bridge

Canceled

Delays

Service disruption

Power lines

Southwest Border Violence

Drug cartel

Violence

Gang

Drug

Narcotics

Cocaine

Marijuana

Heroin

Border

Mexico

Cartel

Southwest

Juarez

Sinaloa

Tijuana

Torreon

Yuma

Tucson

Decapitated

U.S. Consulate

Consular

El Paso

Fort Hancock

San Diego

Ciudad Juarez

Nogales

Sonora

Colombia

Mara salvatrucha

MS13 or MS-13

Drug war

Mexican army

Methamphetamine

Cartel de Golfo

Gulf Cartel

La Familia

Reynose

Nuevo Leon

Narcos

Narco banners (Spanish equivalents)

Los Zetas

Shootout

Execution

Gunfight

Trafficking

Kidnap

Calderon

Reyosa

Bust

Tamaulipas

Meth Lab

Drug trade

Illegal immigrants

Smuggling (smugglers)

Matamoros

Michoacana

Guzman

Arellano-Felix

Beltran-Leyva

Barrio Azteca

Artistics Assassins

Mexicles

New Federation

Terrorism

Al Queda (all spellings)

Terror

Attack

Iraq

Afghanistan

Iran

Pakistan

Agro

Environmental terrorist

Eco terrorism

Conventional weapon

Target

Weapons grade

Dirty bomb

Enriched

Nuclear

Chemical weapon

Biological weapon

Ammonium nitrate

Improvised explosive device

IED (Improvised Explosive Device)

Abu Sayyaf

Hamas

FARC (Armed Revolutionary Forces Colombia)

IRA (Irish Republican Army)

ETA (Euskadi ta Askatasuna)

Basque Separatists

Hezbollah

Tamil Tiger

PLF (Palestine Liberation Front)

PLO (Palestine Libration Organization)

Car bomb

Jihad

Taliban

Weapons cache

Suicide bomber

Suicide attack

Suspicious substance

AQAP (Al Qaeda Arabian Peninsula)

AQIM (Al Qaeda in the Islamic Maghreb)

TTP (Tehrik-i-Taliban Pakistan)

Yemen

Pirates

Extremism

Somalia

Nigeria

Radicals

Al-Shabaab

Home grown

Plot

Nationalist

Recruitment

Fundamentalism

Islamist

Weather/Disaster/Emergency

Emergency

Hurricane

Tornado

Twister

Tsunami

Earthquake

Tremor

Flood

Storm

Crest

Temblor

Extreme weather

Forest fire

Brush fire

Ice

Stranded/Stuck

Help

Hail

Wildfire

Tsunami Warning Center

Magnitude

Avalanche

Typhoon

Shelter-in-place

Disaster

Snow

Blizzard

Sleet

Mud slide or Mudslide

Erosion

Power outage

Brown out

Warning

Watch

Lightening

Aid

Relief

Closure

Interstate

Burst

Emergency Broadcast System

Cyber Security

Cyber security

Botnet

DDOS (dedicated denial of service)

Denial of service

Malware

Virus

Trojan

Keylogger

Cyber Command

2600

Spammer

Phishing

Rootkit

Phreaking

Cain and abel

Brute forcing

Mysql injection

Cyber attack

Cyber terror

Hacker

China

Conficker

Worm

Scammers

Social media

SOCIAL MEDIA?!

#dhs #privacy #paranoia #security

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wordsmithwhumpsandfluff · 2 months

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Felix is sick after flying

Firstly, I just wanna say that I'm sleep deprived as shit.

Secondly, I wanna say i'm so excited for the Sunday Sickness thing proposed by our whump fic queen (@bellysoupset)

Lastly, I love this one. These two are adorable ❤️❤️❤️!!

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Atticus kept looking at his watch. He was impatient and fidgety as he waited by the airport gate for his boyfriend.

Felix had gone to visit his mom in London, and he’d been gone for two whole weeks. Atticus missed him a lot.

He tapped his foot and tapped his fingers. Finally, people started walking through the gate. He watched carefully, trying to spot his short boyfriend in the sea of people. And then he spotted him.

Felix saw him, too, and ran to him, dropping his suitcase and backpack halfway there before throwing himself into Atticus’s waiting arms.

Atticus squeezed Felix and Felix laughed.

“I missed you,” Atticus said.

“Really?” Felix said. “Because every single text you sent me and every single phone call didn’t make that clear.”

Atticus blushed and pulled away enough to look Felix in the eye before leaning back in and pressing a long, loving kiss to his lips. Felix’s hands tangled in his hair, and he pulled the blonde tighter against himself.

Finally, they got Felix’s stuff—Atticus being the gentleman he is and carrying it all—and they went to the parking lot and left the airport.

The airport was two hours away from their apartment, and after about thirty minutes on the road, Atticus noticed Felix dozing off in his seat. He wasn’t surprised. It was only early in the night there—the sun had just set—but he knew it was well past midnight in London and Felix was still on London time.

Atticus turned down his music on the radio so his boyfriend could sleep in peace.

He drove in silence, listening to the sound of Felix’s breathing. When they were just twenty minutes away, Felix started to stir in his sleep. He blinked awake and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Atticus cast a look at him. “You okay?”

Felix nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yeah. I think it’s just some delayed air sickness or something.”

Raising a brow, Atticus asked, “Is that a thing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? You’re the medicine major, aren’t you?” Felix groaned again. “Since when are the roads in Tucson so bumpy?”

Atticus cast a confused look at Felix. The roads aren’t bumpy, he thought. “Do you feel like you’re gonna be sick?”

Felix shook his head. “No,” he said. Then he paused, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Actually, yes.”

Atticus’s eyes widened. “Shit. Okay, there’s a gas station right here. Just give me a second to—”

But it was too late. Saliva flooded Felix’s mouth and the Coca-Cola he’d drank on the plane ride came back up in a slow, painful gush.

Atticus cursed under his breath as he pulled into the gas station parking lot and put the car in park before cupping Felix’s forehead to steady him as he puked.

“You’re okay, baby,” he said. “You’re okay.”

Felix wasn’t puking anymore. Two gushes, and he was done. Now he realized what a mess he’d made of his pants and his boyfriend’s car.

He was about to apologize, but it was as if Atticus was reading his mind because the brunette suddenly said, “It’s fine. My car is old as hell, and it’s way overdo for a cleaning anyway.”

After another minute, Felix told Atticus he was fine.

Atticus knew that Felix didn’t get carsick. This was something else.

He went inside the gas station to get some plastic bags, and then they were on the road again.

“We’ll be home soon. Don’t worry,” he said when Felix made a pained sound.

Felix closed his eyes and tried not to focus on the movement of the car. His head was pounding, but this didn’t feel like one of his migraines. He didn’t know what this felt like.

It felt like forever before the car came to a stop, but Felix didn’t even notice the car was parked until Atticus said his name and he opened his eyes. He still felt like the car was moving on a bumpy road.

“Hey, Baby,” Atticus said softly, reaching out a hand to cup Felix’s cheek. “What’s wrong? You look pale. You’re sweaty, too.”

“Am I feverish?”

Atticus narrowed his eyes a bit and continued to feel Felix’s cheek and forehead. “Actually, no,” he said. “You feel clammy, but not warm.”

Felix involuntarily leaned further into Atticus’s touch, eyes closing again. “I’m dizzy.”

Atticus used his thump to stroke Felix’s hair for a minute before finally getting out of the car and going around to Felix’s side. The blonde’s eyes were overly shiny, and he looked exhausted. “Jeez,” Atticus sighed. “You were fine at the airport. What happened?” Maybe it was an ear infection, throwing Felix off balance. Immediately, Atticus fell into a mental state that was stuck between concerned boyfriend and talented med-student. “Does it feel like there’s pressure in your head? Or your ear? Or is this some kind of migraine?”

Felix didn’t answer. He just leaned against Atticus’s shoulder. “Everything’s moving,” he whined. Atticus frowned. He couldn’t help but feel worried.

“Come on,” Atticus said. “Let’s go inside.”

Felix groaned once more as Atticus unbuckled his seatbelt and guided him out of the car. As soon as he was on his feet, he swayed. Atticus quickly steadied him and cursed under his breath.

Before Felix knew it, his boyfriend had picked him up bridal style and was carrying him into the apartment building.

Atticus’s apartment was on the first floor, so they were inside it in no time.

“Maybe you should’ve taken me to my dorm,” Felix said while burying his face in Atticus’s shirt. “If I’m sick, I don’t want to make you sick.”

Atticus looked down at the blonde as he carried him into his bedroom. “But wouldn’t you make your roommate sick then?”

“Oh, screw that bloody wanker. I hate him and I don’t give two shits if he gets sick or not. He annoys the hell out of me.”

Atticus was tempted to say that he should move in with him in that case, but he kept himself from doing so. He wasn’t sure whether or not they’d been together long enough to take that step, even though Felix was practically almost always at his place anyway.

He brought Felix into his bathroom and steadied him on his feet before handing the blonde a clean shirt and some sweatpants. He waited outside the bathroom, giving Felix privacy to change. Finally, Felix opened the bathroom door, leaning heavily on the door frame. Atticus picked him up again and carried him to his bed.

He laid Felix down and pulled the sheets over him.

Felix made a pained noise in his throat and shifted a lot, trying to find a position that didn’t make it feel like the world was rocking wildly on a boat.

Atticus sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Felix’s hair. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t have the patience at the moment to read through his medicine textbooks to see if he could find anything.

Finally, he pulled out his phone and opened a website he used a lot for research on his papers and essays. He searched up delayed airsickness and sicknesses commonly gotten on planes and whatever else he could think to search up.

He was researching for so long that Felix finally found the least uncomfortable of the uncomfortable positions and was trying to keep himself as still as possible with his eyes squeezed shut.

Finally, Atticus found something.

“Hey, baby?” he said softly. Felis peeked one eye open ever so slightly, indicating that he was listening. “What does it feel like?”

Felix shut his eye again and sighed. “It feels like I’m on a boat or something. I’m really dizzy, Atti.”

Atticus nodded. “Are you nauseous?”

Felix nodded his head a little bit.

“Tired? Like, fatigue?”

Another nod.

“Cognitive impairment?”

Felix opened his eyes and peered at Atticus, a brow raised. “What the bloody hell is. . . whatever it is you said?”

“It’s, like, when you can’t focus. Or have trouble concentrating.”

Felix shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Atticus nodded. “I think you have disembarkment syndrome. It’s not serious—it’s just motion sickness and vertigo that comes after a plane ride—but I think sleep would do you a world of good. This says it’s best of you stay really still, and it also says that it should only last about 24 hours.”

Felix’s brows furrowed. “Only?!”

Atticus chuckled, most of his anxiety leaving his shoulders. “Hey, it’s better than some week-long bug or something. And the treatment is literally to just stay lying down until it passes. Which means”—he paused as he walked around the bed, climbing onto his side and snuggling close to Felix, hugging him tight—“we have 24 hours of cuddling ahead of us.”

Felix couldn’t help it. He smiled at his giant teddy bear of a boyfriend.

In Atticus’s arms, Felix felt slightly steadier. He cuddled closely to Atticus, letting his eyes fall shut and falling into the sleep that his body was begging for.

“Atti?” Felix groaned sleepily after a second.

“Hmm?”

Felix smiled. “I missed you, too.”

#thebrilliantidiots #fluff #felix #atticus #Did anyone else know that delayed airsickness was a thing??!#Lil bit of info: Atticus is a med student #Should that be how he meets my other OCs?? Maybe in a class with Keiko???!#sunday sickness #bellysoupset = our royal magesty

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girlinlotsoffandoms · 3 months

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day eight - presumed dead

notes: welcome to day eight of febwhump. This one’s gonna hurt guys, sorry

TW for plane crash

part two will be posted tomorrow!

read on AO3 or below

“Text me your flight information. Maybe we’ll swing by, pick you up in 81,”

Kelly laughed sarcastically. “Oh, the O’Hare arrivals area is going to love that.”

��Fineeee,” Stella drawled, playfully. “Guess you’ll have to Uber like a normal person.”

“The horror.” Kelly’s laugh was genuine this time. “Just sent my flight info. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

… … …

It had been a quiet day for 51, and Stella hoped it stayed that way. A quiet shift meant she’d get off on time and would get to go home to her husband all the sooner.

Kelly had texted her when he made it through security and he texted her a few hours later that they’d be boarding soon. She’d texted back a “see you soon♥" with a smile on her face. Stella couldn’t wait for her husband to get home. It had been a long two weeks and, while it was significantly better than Kelly’s time in Alabama, it was two weeks too long for Stella. Even with constant texts and daily phone calls, she missed her husband something fierce.

Violet had caught her smirk. “That Severide? He on his way home?”

“Yeah! ATF caught the guy and Kelly was able to wrap up his part of the case. His flight’s boarding in a few and in…” Stella checked the time on her phone. “Four-ish hours he’ll be back in Chicago.”

That had been two hours and a few calls ago and now they were all in the common room relaxing until dinner was ready. The TV had been playing in the background all day, providing a little ambiance and background noise for the room, but no one was really paying attention to whatever was on the screen.

At least that was until Gibson looked up from the grill and caught sight of the breaking news story scrolling across the screen. “Whoa Mouch, turn up the volume.”

Mouch grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, seeing the BREAKING NEWS banner flash across the screen. The newscaster's voice filled the room.

“If you’re just tuning in, breaking news out of Kansas after an American Airlines flight crash landed into a field just a few miles west of the Eisenhower National Airport where it was attempting to make an emergency landing. American Airlines flight 3804 was traveling to Chicago from Tucson, Arizona and was halfway through the 4 hour flight when the pilots reported a mechanical engine failure. Emergency services are on the scene but there’s no word on the status of the 240 passengers and 8 crew members who were on board. We will continue to update as more information becomes available.”

The rest of the broadcast faded away as the crew of 51 stared at the TV in shock.

“Tuscon to Chicago?” Ritter asked quietly. “Is that…?”

Stella scrambled to grab her phone and pull up her text conversation with Kelly. She found the flight information he sent her, then double and triple checked the message as if she hadn’t committed it to memory. Stella swallowed hard and her hands began to shake. “That’s Kelly’s flight.”

… … …

The next hour seemed impossibly long. As soon as the news broke Boden called Headquarters and stood 51 down. Until they knew more information, none of his firefighters were going to be able to focus on the job.

Stella, Cruz, and a few other members of 51 tried calling Kelly, desperately hoping he’d answer their call. At first, Kelly’s phone would ring but it didn’t take long before his phone started going straight to voicemail.

That was the first time Stella cried.

Another news report had come across the TV. The FAA and NTSB had started their investigations into the crash and emergency crews were still searching for survivors though sadly, none had been found yet.

Pictures and footage from the crash site had made their way onto social media and the images were devastating. Surviving a crash like that would’ve taken a miracle.

And oh how the members of Firehouse 51 were desperately hoping for one.

… … …

It was only half an hour later when they realized their miracle wasn’t coming.

Stella’s phone rang, an unknown number from Texas, and she hesitated for just a moment before she answered. On the other end of the line was a frazzled yet sorrowful American Airlines agent who confirmed everyone’s greatest fear—Kelly’s name was on the flight manifest and his boarding pass had been scanned.

A guttural sob bubbled out of Stella and her phone clattered to the floor below. Brett and Violet immediately wrapped her in a hug.

No one needed her to repeat what the caller had said; Stella’s reaction told them all they needed to know.

Kelly Severide was dead.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the firehouse. Stella was inconsolable and others weren’t that far behind. None of them could believe what had happened; none of them could believe their friend and teammate, their leader, was dead.

How were they supposed to get through this? How were they supposed to help Stella through this unimaginable loss? Would they get through it?

No one had any answers.

… … …

It took a while, but Stella’s sobs eventually stopped, her sadness and grief gave way to shock. She sat numbly at the table, surrounded by her team, a steady stream of tears rolling down her cheeks.

Brett had offered her a sedative, something light so she could get some rest, but Stella refused. She didn’t need to sleep—she wouldn’t be able to even if she needed to. She had to stay awake and stay by her phone, just in case.

There was still part of her hoping for that miracle.

There was still part of her that didn’t believe Kelly was dead.

She’d know if he was, she’d feel it.

And she was right.

Her phone rang from it’s spot on the table, another unknown number flashing across her screen. She answered on speakerphone, too emotionally spent to pick up the phone. “Hello?”

A familiar voice flitted through the speaker, instantly energizing everyone in the room. “Stella.”

#febwhump #sev whump #kelly severide #stellaride #stella kidd #chicago fire #girlinlotsoffandomsfics

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thechembow · 7 months

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Rainy Morning, Days Away from the Gifting Trip

Oct. 11, 2023

It rained overnight and into the morning. The radar is not showing any rain, which is strange. We have been under heavy energetic attack for the past month because of the unprecedented gifting we are about to embark on. Yesterday was a very difficult day, for others as well as ourselves.

I am very aware that our small problems are nothing compared with the parasitic attacks against the people in Israel, which is very reminiscent of the sudden and senseless attacks on Ukraine. The parasites have always used war as a tool to generate DOR. They are losing "food" as their death towers are neutralized and they are desperately doing what they can to bring death, destruction, and misery.

We also have an intuition that the gifting of Denver, Albuquerque, and Tucson are more than just about the weather, although we do expect monumental results in snowfall this winter. There is something more going on in this region, which will soon make itself clear. There is no way the nefarious and deranged "art" in the airport in Denver is for no reason. It is clearly an important place for the parasites. All I know is that one particular issue keeps coming up in the media; abduction of children and young people for sex trafficking. The parasites do not want this being exposed or stopped.

There was a recent video post by Vigilant Citizen about a "crazy" woman being arrested in Ohio. She was not really crazy, just extremely traumatized, and the meathead cops did not have the psychiatric training to handle the situation properly. They even ignored obvious clues like her handler showing up on the scene and her hints that she was being trafficked. She mentioned specifically not wanting to be sent back to New Mexico. She talked about the abduction of many girls. I feel strongly that gifting in Colorado and new parts of New Mexico we haven't yet covered, especially Albuquerque, are important to stopping this abuse.

As a side note to the video, the skies in Ohio were remarkably high in OR, even though I know of no orgonite gifters there. It is close to Pennsylvania where there are gifters, so this may be having a very widespread effect. The energy of this world is shifting due to orgonite gifting and there is nothing the parasites can do about it. As usual, the parasites turn everything around on us, and in the case of this lady, named Grace, they are arresting the victim rather than going after the people who hurt her, imprisoned her, and made her go "crazy." This has to stop and the only way to make a sweeping change is with orgonite gifting.

#orgone #orgone energy #orgonite #orgonite gifting #planetary healing #geo-restoration #free energy #denver #colorado #albuquerque #new mexico #arizona #tucson #ohio #rain #weather

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the-eternal-quest-for-balance · 2 months

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More than 10 million illegals have been let into our country, transported, clothed, and housed at the expense of American citizens on Joe Biden’s watch.

This is Biden and the Democrats’ plan to destroy America. As TGP’s Jim Hoft reports, In 2017, under President Donald Trump, the US recorded its lowest number of illegal aliens entering the country in 47 years. Only 310,000 made it across the border in 2017.

In contrast, over 300,000 illegals crossed our border in December 2023 alone — nearly as many as in Trump’s first year in office!

As The Gateway Pundit reported, Pima County Sheriff’s Deputies recently accosted and harassed James O’Keefe for reporting on the human smuggling operation in Tucson, Arizona.

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 1 year

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The Mysterious Death of Charles Morgan

Thirty-nine-year-old Chuck Morgan was a successful businessman who was the president of his own escrow agency. He was also a potential witness in a state land fraud case involving a known crime boss. On March 22, 1977, he left his Tucson, Arizona home to drive two of his daughters to school. After dropping them off, he vanished. Three days later, he arrived back at his home. According to his wife, Ruth, he was missing a shoe, had a plastic handcuff around one ankle, and had his hands tied together with a plastic zip tie. He could not speak, but with a pen and paper, he wrote down that he had been kidnapped and tortured. He also wrote that a hallucinogenic drug had been painted on his throat. He claimed that this drug would drive him insane or kill him if he ingested it. He asked Ruth to move his car, because he did not want "them" to know that he had returned home. However, he would not say who "they" were. He also told her not to call the police because a hit would be put out on the lives of them and their family members. For one week, Ruth nursed Chuck back to health by feeding him with an eye dropper. Before his voice returned, he began to allude to a secret identity. He claimed that he had worked as an agent for the federal government and he fought against organized crime. He also claimed that "they" had taken his treasury identification. He said that he escaped from his captors near Phoenix's Sky Harbor Airport. After his kidnapping, Chuck became justifiably paranoid. He began wearing a bulletproof vest and even grew a beard to further mask his identity. He also started driving his daughters to and from school. He informed the school that nobody else should be allowed to pick them up. On June 7, two months after his initial disappearance, Chuck vanished again. Shortly before his second disappearance, he told his father that if anything were to happen to him, there was a letter he had written that would tell them who was responsible. The letter was never found; however, nine days later, an unidentified woman called Ruth and said: "Chuck is alright, Ecclesiastics 12: 1-8". This is a reference to a Bible passage, which reads, in part: "Men are afraid of a high place and of terrors on the road. Remember him before the silver cord is broken and the golden bowl is crushed. Then the dust will return to the earth as it was and the spirit will return to God who gave it." Two days later, Chuck was found shot to death despite the fact he was found wearing a bulletproof vest. His body was found in the desert thirty feet off the highway in the San Juan Springs area. He had been shot once in the back of the head with a bullet from his .357 Magnum, which was lying beside him. No fingerprints were found on it. Gunshot residue was found on his left hand, indicating he had fired a weapon. In his car, police found a note that had directions to the crime scene written in his handwriting. Also found in the car were several weapons, ammunition, and a CB radio. Strangely, a piece of one of his teeth was found wrapped in a white handkerchief in the back seat. A pair of sunglasses was also found that did not belong to him. Strangely, Chuck had clipped a $2 bill inside his underwear. Written on the bill were seven Spanish names from the letters A to G. Also, Ecclesiastics 12 was written, with the verses 1 through 8 marked by arrows drawn on the bill's serial number. This was the same reference that the female caller had made to Ruth. On the back of the bill, the signers of the Declaration of Independence were numbered 1 through 7. Also, a crude map was drawn, which show several roads between Tucson and the Mexican border. The towns Robles Junction and Sasabe were marked; these towns are apparently known for smuggling. Two days after Chuck's death, an anonymous woman spoke to an officer for the Pima County Sheriff's Department on the telephone. She claimed that he was supposed to meet her at a local motel shortly before he died. She claimed that her nickname was "Green Eyes" and that she was the same woman that had called Ruth several days earlier. She also claimed that at the motel, Chuck showed her a briefcase containing several thousand dollars in cash. He said that the money would buy him out of a gang contract that had been put on his life. Surprisingly, despite the bizarre evidence, authorities ruled that Chuck committed suicide. They believed that he did so either because of financial difficulties or fears for his safety. His family and a reporter named Don Deveraux believe he was murdered. Some investigators also suspect that his death was not a suicide. Shortly after Chuck's death, his impounded car was broken into while it was in police possession. Around that same time, his office was also ransacked. Three weeks after his death, two men claiming to be FBI agents arrived at the Morgan home. They told Ruth that they had to look through the house. They tore the house apart and searched for quite awhile. It is unknown if they ever found anything or if they were even FBI agents. When Deveraux contacted the FBI, they claimed that they had never even heard of Chuck Morgan. There are several rumors surrounding this case, including that Chuck was killed because he was involved with illegal activity or was doing secret work for the government. His death seems just as unexplained as the events leading to it.

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4/19/2024

Nice and normal.

Positive thing: I got to get groceries with friends and have good food.

Spending time with my friends at the big Asian market was super fun even if I did have to get up early for it. I tried the pho at the food court and it was so good.

The meat was just so perfectly tender and the broth was rich and delicious.

I had to go back to work after, but I was literally 2 hours late and nobody was there or even cared so it wasn't that bad. I have a few loose ends with homework I still need to finish, but I figured I could work on it while my partner is at work when I'm visiting.

Speaking of which, my flight to Arizona is tomorrow. I have a layover in Charlotte, whose airport I've never been at so that'll be interesting. Hopefully it has a decent layout and I won't get too lost.

There aren't too many things my partner and I planned on doing while I'm visiting since we're both pretty stay-at-home type people, but there was a Japanese garden I wanted to go walk around and there's a RoundOne (a Japanese arcade chain) that's fun to go to. My friend who's been to Tucson told me her favorite dish there is carne seca so I wanted to find a place to try that too. The Mexican food there is definitely some of the best I've had.

#thoughtposting #skyposting #foodposting

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39 year old Chuck Morgan was a successful businessman who was the president of his own escrow agency. He was also a potential witness in a state land fraud case involving a known crime boss. On March 22, 1977, he left his Tucson, Arizona home to drive two of his daughters to school. After dropping them off, he vanished.

Three days later, he arrived back at his home. According to his wife, Ruth, he was missing a shoe, had a plastic handcuff around one ankle, and had his hands tied together with a plastic zip tie. He could not speak, but with a pen and paper, he wrote down that he had been kidnapped and tortured. He also wrote that a hallucinogenic drug had been painted on his throat. He claimed that this drug would drive him insane or kill him if he ingested it. He asked Ruth to move his car, because he did not want "them" to know that he had returned home. However, he would not say who "they" were. He also told her not to call the police because a hit would be put out on the lives of them and their family members. For one week, Ruth nursed Chuck back to health by feeding him with an eye dropper. Before his voice returned, he began to allude to a secret identity. He claimed that he had worked as an agent for the federal government and he fought against organized crime. He also claimed that "they" had taken his treasury identification. He said that he escaped from his captors near Phoenix's Sky Harbor Airport. After his kidnapping, Chuck became justifiably paranoid. He began wearing a bulletproof vest and even grew a beard to further mask his identity. He also started driving his daughters to and from school. He informed the school that nobody else should be allowed to pick them up.

On June 7, two months after his initial disappearance, Chuck vanished again. Shortly before his second disappearance, he told his father that if anything were to happen to him, there was a letter he had written that would tell them who was responsible. The letter was never found; however, nine days later, an unidentified woman called Ruth and said: "Chuck is alright, Ecclesiastics 12: 1-8". This is a reference to a Bible passage, which reads, in part: "Men are afraid of a high place and of terrors on the road. Remember him before the silver cord is broken and the golden bowl is crushed. Then the dust will return to the earth as it was and the spirit will return to God who gave it." Two days later, Chuck was found shot to death despite the fact he was found wearing a bulletproof vest.

His body was found in the desert thirty feet off the highway in the San Juan Springs area. He had been shot once in the back of the head with a bullet from his .357 Magnum, which was lying beside him. No fingerprints were found on it. Gunshot residue was found on his left hand, indicating he had fired a weapon. In his car, police found a note that had directions to the crime scene written in his handwriting. Also found in the car were several weapons, ammunition, and a CB radio.

Strangely, a piece of one of his teeth was found wrapped in a white handkerchief in the back seat. A pair of sunglasses was also found that did not belong to him. Strangely, Chuck had clipped a $2 bill inside his underwear. Written on the bill were seven Spanish names from the letters A to G. Also, Ecclesiastics 12 was written, with the verses 1 through 8 marked by arrows drawn on the bill's serial number. This was the same reference that the female caller had made to Ruth. On the back of the bill, the signers of the Declaration of Independence were numbered 1 through 7. Also, a crude map was drawn, which show several roads between Tucson and the Mexican border. The towns Robles Junction and Sasabe were marked; these towns are apparently known for smuggling. Two days after Chuck's death, an anonymous woman spoke to an officer for the Pima County Sheriff's Department on the telephone. She claimed that he was supposed to meet her at a local motel shortly before he died. She claimed that her nickname was "Green Eyes" and that she was the same woman that had called Ruth several days earlier. She also claimed that at the motel, Chuck showed her a briefcase containing several thousand dollars in cash. He said that the money would buy him out of a gang contract that had been put on his life.

Surprisingly, despite the bizarre evidence, authorities ruled that Chuck committed suicide. They believed that he did so either because of financial difficulties or fears for his safety. His family and a reporter named Don Deveraux believe he was murdered. Some investigators also suspect that his death was not a suicide. Shortly after Chuck's death, his impounded car was broken into while it was in police possession.

#Charles Morgan #unsolved #unsolved mysteries #crime #true crime #murder

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