The FBI, the Paparazzi, and Tidal Currents

I wonder if Lester Holt noticed that Fayetteville really was Miramar?   I wonder if his news team noticed the ubiquitous, angry, malevolent infrasound that was swirling around downtown?  It has been insidious.  Since Monday after Christmas the military industrial complex has been laying the hammer down on Fayetteville.  Trains run all day, everyday, and all night.  There has been no respite.  You may get one hour without a train.  Right now is the humdinger of them all, and I know it must be a rebuilt DC locomotive under the suggestion of General Electric.  Norfolk Southern resisted the trend in the railroad industry to invest in AC traction unlike CSX-T and BNSF.  They remained an all DC fleet until rebuilding was necessary.  Surprisingly N&S agreed to the equipping of their previous DC locomotives with inverters and AC traction motors.  Slowly but surely those silent black monsters have developed into the worst human antagonist imaginable.  I am sitting in my home, and I feel like I am at sea.  Of course it could be because cargo ships sitting at Sunny Point are woofing out their own frequency of infrasonic pollution and too boot are sitting on water undulating with the fluctuating tide.  I though that for a while.  Then I realized this tide was coming and going, meaning it is a diesel-electric locomotive, most probably a newly equipped AC traction motor CSX-T or N&S one.  Then there is the GEVO, the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang of trains.  I posted a video of it sitting in the Milan Yard, and it sounds like a World War ll U Boat.  That diesel is not balanced.  Because I worked on ships for over a decade, I told myself oh, "Just imagine you are on the boat going 3 knots."  This is what it feels like.  It is not that glorious sensation of steaming 21 knots through the Gulf of Mexico heading back to Olde San Juan from Aruba.  The bow of the Destiny used to jump that waves and crash into the troughs for a solid afternoon.  Then the economic crisis hit.  RCCL lost a billion dollars.  Suddenly speeds became much slower.  The ships would creep from island to island.  Luckily I learned what that sensation feels like.  How is that possible?  Do I have vertigo?  No.  This is real, and it probably helps that I have had an iridotomy in my right eye, that I can perceive this low frequency sound.  Then again there are the howitzers.  There are the 55mm machine guns.  There are the menacing Cessnas (like right now) flying up above.  I am trying to imagine that instead of belonging to FBI shell companies, they belong to Google or the paparazzi.  Then it would be understandable.  Inquiring minds want to know, but it is annoying.  Certainly there is no perk from being famous if they are not nice to you.