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Carbon Monoxide Is Leaking Into My Vehicle

By Nicholas Scribner
September 27, 2024

My vehicle is being gassed with carbon monoxide. It started sometime in the middle of the summer and might be getting worse. I am extremely scared of what could happen to me and urge anyone who reads this post to call the F.B.I. headquarters at (202) 324-3000 and tell them to help me.

After first noticing a faint smell of exhaust fumes in my car when I had the air on this summer, I told my parents I thought exhaust was leaking into my vehicle, and I was able to convince them to have my vehicle looked at by Brown's Tire & Auto in Chanhassen, Minnesota, where my dad has brought all of our vehicles for approximately 30 years. After a mechanic examined the vehicle, James, a young man who works at the front desk and is one of my dad's best friends, said the vehicle just needed a new "CO [carbon monoxide] filter." I asked him if he could show me the "CO filter," which I didn't believe was an actual vehicle part, and he became defensive and pointed to the garbage can next to him, where there was a rectangular filter approximately the size of a laptop computer.

The exhaust fumes still leaked into the vehicle, though only when the air was on a setting I frequently needed to use. When my mom was driving the vehicle one day, I asked to show her the problem so she could have the vehicle looked at again, but she yelled at me and said she didn't want me to adjust the air.

On September 21, my mom said she needed to use my vehicle to take our dogs to a dog park because "the back of [her] car [was] about to fall off" and needed to be taken into the mechanic. I didn't take the vehicle for the rest of the day. The next morning, when I was about to drive to a grocery store, I was blasted by air with the strongest scent of exhaust fumes I had noticed yet. I panicked and couldn't turn off the air for approximately 20 seconds, as I tried to figure out what was going on. Since then, my parents are refusing to have the vehicle looked at again because they say, "It has already been looked at." To make matters worse, my vehicle has needed an oil change for over a week, and my parents refuse to have the vehicle looked at and have its oil changed by anyone other than Brown's Tire & Auto—unless I pay for it.

On September 25, after asking my mom to have the vehicle looked at by a different auto shop, my dad overheard me and became very angry and yelled that he "already had Brown's redo the entire exhaust system," which is at odds with what James said about only having to replace the "CO filter."

This is not a test. If you are reading this post, please call the F.B.I. headquarters at (202) 324-3000 and tell them to help me.


Why I Think My Brother's Strangulation Was Attempted First-Degree Murder

By Nicholas Scribner
August 20, 2024

As is well known to anyone who has been following my online activity for the past 11 years, I think my brother, Marc, attempted to murder me by strangulation on my dad's 54th birthday on December 30, 2012. What is less known is why I think this strangulation was attempted first-degree murder—not just a strangulation (which is still a felony in Minnesota). Indeed, I haven't written anything online about this fact other than in my recounting of events that I put on my home page in the first few weeks after it happened. Once one knows this fact it should become clear that my brother was attempting first-degree murder.

Fact: I thought I had an undiagnosed heart condition at the time. (Strangely, my case is similar to why Donald Trump accused MSNBC's Joe Scarborough of murder.)

My brother was aware that I had been to the emergency department more than a dozen times in the previous several months for heart-related issues, including one where I was put on oxygen for an entire night, after which the doctor told me "something happened" to my "heart muscle" when I woke up the next morning. Furthermore, I had been checking my blood pressure for months and had undiagnosed hypertension. Finally, Marc knew I was very frail and susceptible to heart-related issues.

On the day of the murder attempt, my family went to an Outback Steakhouse at approximately 2 p.m. When they brought out the salads, I found a wing from a dragonfly in mine, though I didn't say anything about it. My brother drove us to the restaurant, and he became very angry when my parents allowed me to drive us back home. When I pulled into our driveway, my brother said, "I hope you kill yourself," which he had been saying for several days, and went to his room. He stayed in his room for the rest of the day with his door locked and lights off. At approximately 7:30 p.m., I went to his room because I needed my mom to use his computer (she didn't own her own computer at the time) to put money in my bank account so I could get something to eat from a grocery store (Byerly's in Chanhassen, Minnesota, specifically, which is now called Lunds & Byerlys). When I tried talking to him, he didn't say a word or give any indication that he was awake. My mom also tried talking to him, but went back to her room after he wouldn't respond to her. Meanwhile, my dad was in the basement, which was very uncharacteristic of him, though he had been spending his days there in the days or weeks prior to this incident as well. I then began pounding on his door repeatedly for about one minute. Without any warning and without making any noise, he swung open his door and jumped on top of me. He subdued me instantly and left me completely defenseless. While yelling and screaming the entire time, he squeezed a hand around my neck and began strangling me. I thought he was trying to murder me the entire time. My mom, who was in the room next door, never said anything and never left her room. Though I couldn't say anything while I was being strangled, in my head I kept repeating, "F.B.I., please help. C.I.A., please help. N.S.A., please help." Suddenly, he jumped back, screamed something, and went back to his room. I quickly ran down the stairs and called 911 before leaving my house. Even though I was on the phone with a dispatcher, I feared Marc would stop me before I could get to my dad's vehicle. Minutes later, a police officer and paramedic met with me in a parking lot next to my neighborhood, where they noted signs of a neck injury. I started feeling pain in my neck in the ambulance about 30 minutes after the strangulation and sustained pain in my neck for the next few days.

As I say in the original document I wrote within days of the attempted murder (with some minor edits): Marc was not arrested. In the few short minutes Marc and my parents had to talk before the police came speeding up to my neighborhood, they managed to fabricate a story that convinced the police not to arrest them. I am still living in the same house as my parents and worry either one of them could kill me. Marc, my mother, and my father need to be arrested.

Belated Happy 78th Birthday, Bill Clinton!


F.D.I.A. Awareness Activist Gypsy Rose Blanchard Announces Pregnancy

By Nicholas Scribner
July 9, 2024

Within the last hour, I learned from a New York Times article posted on Facebook that factitious disorder imposed on another (formerly known as Munchausen syndrome by proxy) awareness activist and author Gypsy Rose Blanchard announced her pregnancy. Though I'd never heard of Ms. Blanchard until today, my family has this rare mental disorder, and I am their victim.

I believe I found out about Munchausen syndrome by proxy shortly before leaving home and eventually becoming a resident at Harriet Tubman Center East in December 2017 (see a self-portrait I took in my room with my laptop). It wasn't until April 2019, however, that I first registered the domain name munchausensyndromebyproxy.org after leaving home again and finding housing on an emergency basis at Bailey Hall on the University of Minnesota's St. Paul campus. (I registered the domain name again within the last hour.) Over a year ago, I also registered factitiousdisorderimposedonanother.com, which is what the disorder is currently called in the "Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition" (D.S.M.-5).

Though there are many differences between Ms. Blanchard and me (and I haven't read the entire New York Times or Wikipedia articles yet), there is one important difference I'd like to highlight: She was convicted of conspiring to kill her mom, but I have never attempted to murder or seriously injure anyone in my entire life.

It's been over a year since I've been to a hospital for a factitious mental disorder. I was last hospitalized at M Health Fairview University of Minnesota Medical Center - West Bank West Building, which is affiliated with my alma mater. While in their psychiatric emergency department, the staff, including at least one psychiatrist, said they wanted to send me back home, but my mom refused to let me back in our house. The reason I was there in the first place? My mom called 911 because I made an involuntary movement and merely touched one of my dad's walkers. My mom, however, told law enforcement and the medical professionals that I was "destroying furniture."

The most traumatic moments of my life were when my brother, Marc, ambushed, beat, and attempted to murder me by strangulation for approximately 20 seconds on the night of December 30, 2012—my dad's 54th birthday. He and my parents lied to the Carver County Sheriff's Office when they arrived at our house, and no one in my family was ever arrested. More recently, since at least early 2023, my parents have been poisoning me with hard water in my bathroom. I even switched to taking showers in our guest bathroom for some time, but my parents then started poisoning that shower, too. I have contacted the F.B.I. about my situation with the water, and I was told by a plumber recently that my bathroom must not be hooked up to the water softener.

For now, I'm trying to get a job and move to Maine. If you're reading this post, please contact the F.B.I. headquarters at (202) 324-3000 and simply ask them to help me. You have no idea how much good you would be doing for this one random act of kindness.


Letter to the White House

By Nicholas Scribner
June 2, 2024

June 2, 2024

Dear President Joe Biden:

I need help from WITSEC (the United States Federal Witness Protection Program). I've only contacted the White House once during the Biden administration (aside from applying for a job); and one year later to the day, my first dog and pet, Pugsley, died.

My brother attempted to murder me by strangulation on December 30, 2012, which was also my dad's 54th birthday. Earlier that year, my dad fell onto our pool table on his own and tried to frame me for attempted murder. In the weeks prior to that incident, my dad said on a video recording I took with my smartphone that he was "suicidal, and Carver County doesn't know it."

My parents are poisoning the water in my bathroom, and I am now afraid to take showers.

I applied for a job with L.L.Bean in Maine today, and any help there is much appreciated. But, ultimately, if I ever want to have any semblance of a normal life--and I do want to get married and have kids--I will need to be in WITSEC.

I don't use any substances anymore. As a matter of fact, I have now gone 1.5 years without even caffeine! I live day to day being the most moral and ethical person I can be. Because there were no substances left for me to quit last December, I decided to become a monthly donor of Shriners Hospitals for Children and St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.

Sid Bedingfield, Kate's dad, said I was his first student ever to get 100% of the questions right on one of his multiple-choice exams. He also said in an email that I was "[m]aybe the best student [he's] had." He often told me this sentiment after class, in addition to telling me he thought I was an excellent writer.

My voting history for presidents is as follows: Barack Obama in 2008, Barack Obama in 2012, Hillary Clinton in 2016, and Joe Biden in 2020. I just don't know if I can keep voting for Democrats for president and wonder if I should even vote for president at all.

Please help!

Sincerely,

Nicholas Scribner


Happy Mother's Day From Robert D. Hare

By Nicholas Scribner
May 6, 2024

While making a digital Mother's Day card with Amazon Photos, Amazon's algorithm decided to use a photo I had saved to my account of psychopathy trailblazer Robert D. Hare as the first photo in the montage. It really was too perfect not to use, so now my mom has the blessings of me and Robert D. Hare this Mother's Day. And I think that's a much nicer gift than any flowers money can buy.

I also want to take this opportunity to say read anything by Robert D. Hare and Martha Stout. I've been an anti-psychopath since high school, after reading "The Sociopath Next Door" by Martha Stout. Sociopaths are so bad they're not even wanted by those involved in organized crime. They really are the devils in society (Stout's word, not mine), and they are the ones who never get out of prison early. They are useful as snipers in the military, but otherwise serve no positive role in society. There's no cure for psychopathy, so if you know someone devoid of a conscience, just get away from him or her—even if you work in psychology or psychiatry.


Thank God Homer No Longer Strangles Bart

By Nicholas Scribner
November 8, 2023

Thank God for Homer no longer strangling Bart on "The Simpsons." As evidenced in the third episode of the show's 35th season, titled "McMansion & Wife," which aired on Oct. 22, Homer says of quitting the potentially lethal form of assault, "Times have changed." May I be so brash as to say I can offer a unique and valuable perspective on this issue because I'm a victim of an ambush and strangulation by my brother on my dad's birthday—which my mom now says was attempted murder?

Interestingly, no one seemed to have noticed Homer quit strangling his son. As The Guardian writes:

However, it's worth pointing out that the episode wasn't about Homer reaching a point of realisation about never strangling Bart again. It was him pointing out that he doesn't do it any more. And he really doesn't. Homer hasn't strangled Bart since season 31.

I'm guessing no one ever thought it was that funny.

I'd like to say thanks to my peers from Bard College—many of whom are fans of "The Simpsons"—for not sharing images of Homer strangling Bart on social media over the years (I've never seen one).

I'm also glad George H. W. Bush (a name synonymous with the C.I.A. to me) always understood this fictional family was bad: "Back in 1992, when the show was in its infancy, president George HW Bush publicly remarked that American families needed to be 'a lot more like the Waltons and a lot less like the Simpsons'" (The Guardian). The 41st president seemed slightly out of touch for this comment at the time, but in the end he seems prescient.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to the creators of "The Simpsons" and the many affirming articles in the media. Their stances really matter to victims of strangulation like me and, more broadly, show they have a palpable conscience. It's so nice seeing how many people care about the topic of strangulation and how everyone seems to have come together to condemn it.


My Dad Brandished a Knife at Me Today

By Nicholas Scribner
April 30, 2023

I had just visited Facebook's home page on my smartphone and seen the top post from The Wall Street Journal. My eyes fixated on the attached image of a dog at a desk with a C.R.T. monitor showing a primitive-looking website on pets. "The World Wide Web Turns 30: A History of the Internet Technology," the headline proclaimed. This was news to me. It reminded me of a similar article posted to Facebook in 2016—shortly before I began attending the University of Minnesota—about how UMN almost ruled the internet with their Gopher protocol, instead of Tim Berners-Lee's World Wide Web at CERN.

Shortly thereafter, I walked upstairs and calmly asked my dad why it sounded like he was dropping heavy weights on the floor while I was in the basement. This set him off, and he started screaming wildly at me. I then went up to my room to get my headphones and jacket for a walk. And soon my dad was trying to start a verbal fight with me again. Within minutes, my dad started brandishing a steak knife while slowly rotating it so the blade would catch the light.

"You just brandished a knife at me," I told my dad.

"I am brandishing a knife at you," he replied with excitement. "I am, I am, I really, really am!"

At this point, all I could think of was getting outside and calling the non-emergency number for Carver County. After calling dispatch and receiving a call from a deputy, I met up with this deputy, Josh Smith (of the Carver County Sheriff's Office), 1.3 miles away—only because he seemed to promise me he would arrest my dad for the terroristic threats.

But, after questioning me, he said he would need to hear my parents' side of the story first before making an arrest. This lie is typical of the Carver County Sheriff's Office. I told him my parents just lie to the police and that my version of events is 100 percent true (and it is). Additionally, I told him that within the past week my dad said he could call Carver County Sheriff Jason Kamerud any time he wants and make up a crime, so he can have the sheriff "haul [my] ass out of [his] house." (I did also report this threat to the police after it happened.) For what it's worth, deputies with the Carver County Sheriff's Office have told me that kicking someone out of his or her house is a civil matter, not a criminal one.

I have talked to Deputy Smith numerous times on the phone tonight, and all he can do is lie. It seems the Carver County Sheriff's Office is nothing more than the private security force for the cult-like religion Eckankar—of which I have never been a member but am reasonably certain my parents, brother, and fellow citizens of Chanhassen are.

My dad says he can do whatever he wants in our house, and so far that is the case. I have reported my family's crimes against me hundreds of times, I'm sure, to the police over the years. If I ever have a suspicious death in Chanhassen, you can be reasonably certain it was my family murdering me and Carver County attempting to cover it up. My brother, Marcus Lee "Marc" Scribner, attempted to murder me in an ambush and strangulation on the night of my dad's birthday in 2012; my mom said on Good Friday this year, for the first time, that my brother was, in fact, trying to murder me.

Yet I remain hopeful that my life will improve soon. My previous psychiatrist, whom I saw for five years, said I should tell myself "I am a good person" when I feel stressed. Sometimes it's all I can think about.


What the Heck Is Eck?

By Nicholas Scribner
March 26, 2023

I wrote this article for Chaska High School's student newspaper, The Hawk Herald. It appeared in the May 29, 2006, issue. I also created and managed the website for The Hawk Herald, which one can still see in Archive.org's Wayback Machine at this link. Nevertheless, I thought the article's last vestiges on the World Wide Web existed at the aforementioned link. Until today. Within the last hour, I remembered I kept a copy of the article on my student home page at Bard College. I was able to remember the URL and access the file in the Wayback Machine, which one can visit at this link. What follows is a mirror of the file from my Bard College home page.

The city of Chanhassen has several famous landmarks: the Chanhassen Dinner Theatres; Prince's studio, Paisley Park; and a religion's world headquarters--the Temple of Eck. Anyone in the area is surely familiar with the bright golden temple situated on the corner of Powers and West 78th Street. Despite its prominent placement, most local residents have never actually visited the temple, much less have the slightest idea about the actual religion.

Eckankar, which means "Co-worker with God," is more or less a hodgepodge of ancient Eastern religions with some similarities to modern Western practices. "But Eckankar is not a branch or anything of another religion," explained D'arcy Fox (12). "I was talking to someone just the other week," said Cheryl Seese, an Eck follower, "and they were saying the best qualities in every religion--and Eckankar had all of them."

According to a 2004 estimate, Eckankar has over 36,000 members in the United States and is present in more than 120 countries. In the local area alone, there are 700 to 800 members. Every day of the week and during all times of the day, cars move in and out of the temple's gates, often branded with the "ECK" logo on their bumpers.

"The Religion of Light and Sound of God" is Eckankar's official title. Eckists believe they play individual roles in the pursuit of God and higher consciousness, and every day they practice some of their hundred spiritual exercises. Like Freudian theory, Eckankar stresses the importance of dreams in day-to-day life. Unlike Freudian theory, however, Eckankar claims its believers can actually visit spiritual places through a process called Soul Traveling. "We look to dreams for spiritual guidance and to answer questions," said Eck follower Beverly Foster. "We believe we are soul; we have always lived."

Eckankar's foremost spiritual exercise is the HU (pronounced hue), a technique similar to meditation practiced by closing your eyes and singing "Huuuuu" in five to ten second intervals. In the chapel, Eckists sing the HU together to connect with God. The HU is supposed to let you focus with your third eye, which enables you to see light and take journeys to spiritual worlds. "I do the HU before I fall asleep," said Devin Seese (12), "to relax after a long day of school and work."

If the last two paragraphs sounded like a bunch of spiritual gobbledygook, you shouldn't worry. "I know this is a lot to take in," admitted Foster. "At first it always seems complicated."

The temple itself has brought a lot of attention to Eckankar. "The Chanhassen temple was an award-winning design made in 1990 by the same people that designed the Mall of America," said Foster. In total, Eckankar claims 174 acres of prime land near downtown Chanhassen directly behind Lake Ann.

The Aztec-like exterior of the temple represents the eight steps toward the path to God. "Its octagonal shape gives each of the rooms along the wall a different shape," said Foster. The temple's interior is a minimalist design with virtually bare, white walls and gold fringing. On the walls are pastel paintings of spiritual worlds that Eckists have visited in their dreams. "We get paintings from members all around the world," said Foster. "I like to think of the paintings as little windows." Often showing up in the paintings are Eck Masters.

Eckankar's Mahanta, or Living Eck Master, is the leader of the religion and helps guide other Eckists on their own spiritual paths. The current Living Eck Master is Sri Harold Klemp, a native of Milwaukee, who replaced Darwin Gross after his short-lived reign ended in 1983 when he was excommunicated from the church. "Twice a year, Harold Klemp speaks at the Minneapolis Convention Center that attracts Eckists from all over the world," said Foster.

There is a long line of Eck Masters that supposedly goes back to the beginning of time. "The Eck Masters remain alive forever in the spiritual world," said Foster. Portraits of notable Eck Masters are displayed conspicuously in the chapel and portray a melting pot of gurus. For example, there is a woman, a Chinese, an Ethiopian, and an ancient Egyptian Eck Master who bears a strikingly similar appearance to Fabio. "Since I was child, I've always had a sort of spiritual connection with [Eck Master] Fubbi Quantz," said Fox. Another Eck Master, Rebazar Tarzs, supposedly revamped Eckankar from a primeval practice into an inclusive religion in the fifteenth century. Eckists believe he is still living in a hut in the Hindu Kush mountain range of Afghanistan.

Paul Twitchell, the first modern-day Eck Master, brought Eckankar to the masses during his leadership starting in 1965 until his death in 1971. Twitchell wrote books, gave lectures, and sent missionaries to Africa and other parts of the world to recruit members. Before Twitchell divulged the ancient practices, there weren't any members or physical evidence of Eckankar in any modern society.

It is for this very reason that critics have labeled Eckankar as a cult. They claim Twitchell, a former member of Scientology and apprentice of L. Ron Hubbard, plagiarized and even flat-out invented the religion. The advent of the Internet has allowed former Eckists and anti-cult proponents to share their lore on Eckankar. Perhaps the most most vocal opponent of Eckankar is Professor David C. Lane, who in 1978 first uncovered the purported plagiarism in Twitchell's writings for his college term paper. Commenting on the cult allegations, Foster exclaimed, "I've heard just about everything."

Individuals should decide for themselves whether claims against Eckankar are true or false. Eckists encourage anyone interested in learning more about the religion to come and visit the temple. "We are very tolerant of other religions," said Cheryl Seese, "and we don't get involved in social issues or have a 'Ten Commandments.'" Added Seese, "It's great to be in America where we have religious freedom."


My Brother and Neighbors Possibly Attempted to Murder Me When I Was About 8

By Nicholas Scribner
January 23, 2023

I have never posted anything online about this traumatic childhood experience—until now.

When I was approximately 8 years old, my brother and our neighborhood friends possibly attempted to murder me. We were on our bicycles at the top of a large, dirt-covered hill, where my neighborhood was developing new houses. My brother and my neighbors claimed they thought it would be fun if we all went down the dangerous slope on our bicycles at the same time.

There was one caveat: They all wanted me to go down first.

However, I didn't want to go down the hill with them, much less all by myself, because of the manifest danger. Nevertheless, my brother and neighbors started ganging up on me—as they often did—and kept demanding and manipulating me to go down the slope. They insisted profusely that they would be right behind me. Unfortunately, because I felt like I had no other option, I ended up caving in to their peer pressure.

With palpable trepidation, I started going down the ridge.

I accelerated quickly down the slope, but my brother and neighborhood friends lied and never joined me; instead, they stayed at the top of the ridge watching me like serial killers in training.

It did not end well for me. I ended up "flipping" over my handlebars—by my brother and neighbors' account, which they bragged about to me as if I deserved a medal—and hitting the rough terrain. Immediately thereafter, I started screaming and crying so loudly that one of the moms of these conduct-deprived children ended up running over to the scene of the crime, picking me up, and bringing me to my house. That mom and my mom never contacted the authorities or brought me to a hospital. Instead, my mom had me take a bath, which was painful because of all the blood-covered scrapes on my back and elsewhere on my body.

Interestingly, this possible murder plot is like how the character "Bunny" dies in "The Secret History," the first novel by Donna Tartt, which is perhaps my mom's favorite novel.

I think it's possible God (or the C.I.A.) was watching over me that day. Maybe even my uncle and godfather, Barry Scribner, who I believe had an office at the Pentagon at the time, was aware. But I don't know if I can ever forgive what my brother and my pretend neighborhood friends did to me that day. I do, however, know I have never attempted to murder anyone, though it's likely my brother, Marc Scribner, has attempted to murder me multiple times to a pathological degree.

Lastly, I hope the people involved in this potential murder plot never work for the federal government, such as the F.B.I., or in any other high-ranking position where individuals' lives are on the line.

Justus Rosenberg (01/23/1921–10/30/2021) would have been 102 today.


Instructions for Installing KDE Plasma on FreeBSD

By Nicholas Scribner
August 31, 2022

I originally published the contents of this article on the FreeBSD Forums on November 19, 2021 (I started the thread on October 10, 2021—my 33rd birthday). In this fifth rough draft of instructions, I will show you how to install KDE that will be started with the command startx. Thanks go to astyle for ironing out the final details and everyone else who contributed on the FreeBSD Forums.

Without a desktop environment, such as KDE, FreeBSD is just the UNIX shell (think "WarGames," "The Matrix," or MS-DOS!). Follow these instructions to set up a desktop environment so your computer looks like Windows or Mac.

Commands, code, and keystrokes are in bold (some other functions may be in bold as well). Commands and code will also have a silver background. Filenames are in green. I recommend reading all of the instructions before trying them.

1. Enter the superuser/root account by entering % su and the password for the root account. Note that the command prompt on the shell (%, $, #, etc.) is dependent on what user is currently logged in. Therefore, the % should not actually be typed out. Once in the root account, the command prompt will be #.

2. Run # pkg install drm-kmod

3. Enter the easy editor to edit the file /etc/rc.conf by entering the following command: # ee /etc/rc.conf

4. Once in the easy editor, on a new line, enter the following two lines on separate lines:

kld_list="/boot/modules/i915kms.ko"
dbus_enable="YES"

5. Make sure to hit Enter so the file starts on a new line after saving.

6. Save and exit the easy editor by pushing Esc and following the prompts to save and exit. The KMS driver should now be set up.

7. (7 and 8 are superfluous if you reboot in step 10. i915kms and dbus get loaded while booting because you added them to /etc/rc.conf in 4. In other words, you can skip 7 and 8. I am still including the steps for future reference.) Go ahead and load the drm driver. Run # kldload /boot/modules/i915kms.ko

8. (7 and 8 are superfluous if you reboot in step 10. i915kms and dbus get loaded while booting because you added them to /etc/rc.conf in 4. In other words, you can skip 7 and 8. I am still including the steps for future reference.) Run # service dbus start

9. Run # pkg install xorg

10. Reboot by running # shutdown -r now and booting up to a command-line login prompt.

11. Log in as a regular user (this is important).

12. Run % startx as a regular user. (Even the Handbook tells you to do this in the Quick Start section 5.4.1, Step 3.)

13. TWM window manager will start. You can return to text mode by opening the pop-up menu by left-clicking on the desktop and then clicking Exit.

14. Become the superuser/root account again by running % su

15. Reboot by running # shutdown -r now

16. After logging in, become the superuser/root account again by running % su

17. Run # pkg install kde5 firefox

18. Enter the easy editor to edit the file /etc/fstab by entering the following command: # ee /etc/fstab

19. Once in the easy editor, on new lines, enter the following two lines (you can push the Tab key or spacebar after entering each field):

fdesc   /dev/fd fdescfs rw   0  0
proc   /proc procfs rw   0  0

(See post #33. There is debate on whether this instruction should be included; I am including it because it may be beneficial for those who want to run applications such as LibreOffice.)

20. Make sure to hit Enter so the file starts on a new line after saving.

21. Save and exit the easy editor by pushing Esc and following the prompts to save and exit.

22. Run # mount /dev/fd

23. Run # mount /proc

24. Exit the superuser account by running # exit. All files in your $HOME directory should be edited as a regular user, not as root.

25. Enter the easy editor to edit the file ~/.xinitrc by entering the following command: % ee ~/.xinitrc

26. Once in the easy editor, on a new line, enter the following line:

exec ck-launch-session startplasma-x11

27. Make sure to hit Enter so the file starts on a new line after saving.

28. Save and exit the easy editor by pushing Esc and following the prompts to save and exit.

29. Become the superuser/root account again by running % su

30. Reboot by running # shutdown -r now

31. If you chose not to reboot, enter # exit to leave the superuser account.

32. If everything worked, you should see the KDE desktop after running % startx as a regular account.


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