Hi, I am Jon Tooker: the inventor of the time circuit (alt)
I am not John Tooker from theMontauk
. I am not John Tooker the inventor of the HDR, although I guess you could certainly call the time circuit an HDR and not lose any of
the gist of what it is. Also, I am not John Tooker the time traveller who has a mythos on the internet separate from either the HDR John Tooker or
the Montauk John Tooker. Furthermore, I am not the time traveler John Titor, and I am not the fictional time traveler John Connor although the Connor
story is pretty much what I'm going for. The purpose of this post is to detail the events from when I was in college up until I got arrested earlier
this year. For the purposes of google searches just in case I ever want to get a job, please don't write my full name if you comment here.
(GSU) Do really good in college, try hard, ace physics GRE. Get prestigious fellowship for PhD at Georgia Tech.
(GT) Don't prioritize classwork knowing that I would not be pursuing a career in physics if I wasn't able to make some huge discovery. I did make the
discovery, arXiv rejected my papers in 2009 and 2011, and Manafort got $1M a week or two after arXiv rejected me in 2009. I got expelled from GT for
double rape in 2011 after I had began to attend an Occupy Atlanta Protest (tm) on November 5, 2011. Within weeks of first attrendning the protest, two
rape claims against me appeared from six and 18 months earlier and I was expelled with everyone preferring to pretend like I hadn't already had at
least one Nobel worthy result. After I solved dark energy in 2009, its discoverers won the Nobel in 2011. Then Helene put me on a pain stipend as she
tried to torture me into acting like I hadn't had all these great discoveries and have the greatest possible qualifications for ongoing career
development in physics. (These were not rapes but minor violations of the student code, detailed below.)
(Nexidia) I had been unemployed for a few years after being expelled from GT for double rape. I was tired of years of indigence and I went to get a
job. The wages Helene (alt)
was doing out to me 2012-2014 was exactly minimal
such that I had no disposable income after paying my bills. I was severely afflicted by the acuteness of the poverty which Helene subjected me to. The
afflictions included chronic poverty-related distress. I got a job at Nexidia in early 2014. They have an algorithm from some GT student to do search
by text string on audio files so you can search for recordings of words. The big thing going on in the office, it seemed to me, was that there were
two or three different superusers logged in, all with same curious name: Mr. Comcast Comcast. No one knew who were they were.
Nexidia gave me a technical challenge to see if I could understood the highly technical instruction "look in the log file," and then when I showed
that I could understand such a thing, they fired me because that role was not appropriate for me. When I showed that I am modestly proficient at
computers, Nexidia didn't move me into a better position. Instead, they threw me out to go beg for someone else to please gibs me a dolla plz if I
puts on a monkey suit fo ya, Masta? I had been thinking Nexidia=NSA, and when they were firing me, the lady weirdly mentioned Ceridian. When I had
worked at Ceridian before going to GSU, I thought Ceridian=CIA. No one ever said anything to make me think these were government companies, but they
probably were part of "the company." I got fired from Nexidia one week after the guy in the desk near mine went to visit "the Israeli police."
(Blood moon) The blood moon was at this time after I got fired from Nexidia. I was living as a slave in an involuntary lunatic asylum on the night of
the first moon. The judge let me out after about two weeks when she didn't agree with "the doctor's opinion" that I was a danger to myself and others
due to my "psychotic delusions" that the government might have something to do with inability to find a career in physics, and my inability to publish
scientific papers in the usual venues. During the interview with the doctor, she was asking why I wasn't working and why I had gotten fired so
quickly from Nexidia (who didn't promote me but chose to fire me.) I had become a slave of this asylum after Helene and
concocted a fraud affidavit with false allegations of my insanity and they signed it, and the
cops rushed into my Dunwoody apartment to haul me away in Hannibal Lecter restraints. In the days before the cops showed up, I had just gotten in
touch with Joe after being out of touch for several years, and he pretty well #ed me right away. He said he was having a problem with "his foot" and
Karen later freaked out about his foot when I asked so I will closely examine what the deal was. The violence of the arrest and enslavement was so
coercive to me that I relented in protest and agreed to go get a job. The first data on the John Titor foundation, in bot columns, seems connected to
the first nigth I saw jiu jitsu on December 31, 1999. In the day before the cops snatched me in April 2014, the instructor at my jiu jitsu was
looking uncharacteristically purturbed: I had never seen him like that and never since either.
(Elavon) After the judge freed me from what was plainly a condition of slavery according to the 13th Amendment definition of USA slavery, I got a job
at Elavon. My boss was out on my first day, and I think there was a Klan rally downtown that day where I had been protesting. My boss Robert made me
work 168 hours a week about every six weeks and this job was an absolute living hell. It was by far, many times over, the absolute worst employment
related task that anyone has ever handed to me. I was supposed to be a SQL developer, but really I was a using my MS from GT to be a phone answering
bitch for about $16/hr after taxes. The phone answering duties outside of the office were unbelievable and there was no other description for the role
Role Robert offered to me other than "living hell" or "wage slave."
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