The pamphlet consists of a single long paragraph of warnings about mind control, electronic surveillance, subliminal experiments, tooth filling implants, corporate conspiracies, and coverups by Congress. At the end is his address at a hotel for transients. He has been in the same place each time I passed by, patiently distributing his screed. There is no way to escape it unless you seek wilderness. Almost all street lights and traffic lights are infrared TV cameras, as in George Orwell's 1984.
TV sets survail whether they are on or off.
Light bulbs in your home are TV cameras with silent radio voices. In prison, overhead light bulbs watch, talk, and hear all. His nightmare dystopia has driven him into isolation but not hopelessness. If he were without hope, he would not be sending out his long SOS in garbled code. About the same time that I took his broadside, I began reading less fevered, more traditional and scholarly works that question the effects of technology, the politics of automation, and even the philosophical bases for our beliefs in progress.