Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – What would it take to get you to move?

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English: Busy afternoon on the beach At the height of the summer season, there is little spare room on the Cobb beach. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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If someone you trusted offered you $1,000 to move to a different city, would that be enough?  More?  Or would you need other things (the promise of friends  or better weather?)  What would they need to offer you before you’d instantly say yes?  Or if you already want to move, what would it take to get you to stay?

$1,000 to move.  Ha, ha, ha.  That $1,000 wouldn’t  even move me across the street.  No insult to this topic, but it’d take a lot more to move.   Today someone  needs between $3,000 –  5,000 to move.  If you’re doing your own moving, it will still cost you a lot of money.  With gas, putting a deposit on a new place, rental of truck, etc., it adds up.

As to moving  for the promise of friends or better weather, things like this never hold up.  People are the same wherever you go, so if you’re moving for friendship purposes, you might be disappointed.  Maybe they’ve changed, or maybe you’ve changed.  Time has changed the way the  people you knew used to be.

As to better weather, I moved to Florida because friends promised me better weather and a lot of sunshine.  There was a lot of sunshine, but there was also tons of  rain.  The summer season brought with it  non-stop  rain, sheets of rain.  There were days I got caught in the  rain storms and ran home soaking wet.  And there are  a lot of lightning storms.  Scary lightning storms, which cause electricity to  go out during the summer.  We went without  air conditioning and had to put up  with  humid, humid weather.  Oh, how can I possibly forget about the hurricane season, with even more rain and winds strong enough to blow a house apart.  And I always felt wet.  So moving somewhere for weather, no time soon.

I would like to move, but my situation with gang stalking will remain the same wherever I go.  So moving would be a waste of what little money I have left.  I would move, though, if someone I knew could promise me an apartment/house  that is safe.  Safe in every way.  It would be a one level house, or apartment;  windows that had  safety glass;  no neighbors nearby;  away from a parking lot, street; sensors all along the house, letting me know when someone was in the vicinity;  a security system that would allow me to see the area surrounding the house.  Then I’d definitely move.  Of course, there’s no such thing as anything being 100% safe, but at least I’d have a running chance.

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GangStalking – Targets be careful, monsters are walking around free.

As I wrote the other day, targets should always expect the unexpected. Was I ever right! As I walked home yesterday, dragging my  ever-present suitcase behind me, I felt a thump on the back of my left shoulder. I fell down. I landed with left elbow touching the sidewalk. I sat there disoriented for a second. A white man came behind me and purposely pushed me down. I had my suitcase behind me. The suitcase would have broken the fall if he’d accidentally hit my back.  But this was deliberately done to me. The man had to sidestep my suitcase to get at me.  As I sat on the ground, the man, with a smirk on his face, said, “Can I help you up?” I replied, “No, don’t you dare touch me. You purposely knocked me down.”  He didn’t dispute it. When I wouldn’t take his hand, he walked away, not at all bothered that he’d thrown me on the ground. A second after the man left, another man, came over and said, “May I help you up?” The man was wearing the perp color of the day, red. I said, “No, I don’t want your help. Get away from me!”  I sat in the middle of the sidewalk for about a minute to make sure I was all right.  When I tried to get up, my left elbow had  a bruise. The skin had come off my elbow.

I got up, brushed myself off and began to walk again. Ahead of me, I saw the two perps talking to each other, probably laughing at what happened to me.

I can truly say that these people are all evil. There isn’t any one of them worth saving. These people were born evil and will die evil beings.

So, as I wrote the other day, watch your back . Don’t think that you’re ever safe with these monsters walking around free.

But their day will come. As I repeated over and over, nothing lasts forever and what’s happening to us will end. And when it ends, all the criminals will end up in prison. I so look forward to that day. I’m living for that day.

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Gang Stalking – As targets, we should always expect the unexpected.

I almost had a fire in my apartment.

When I want something toasted, I use the oven., I used to have a toaster, but the perps screwed around with the electrical system. I put on the toaster one day  and sparks came out of it. It was less than 3 months old. Since then, I don’t use the toaster, nor the microwave.

Anyway, as to the fire. I put some bread on a cookie sheet to toast. When the toast was almost done, I couldn’t find my oven mitten. It wasn’t where I always put it. So I grabbed a towel. Bad move. When I tried to get the cookie sheet out of the oven, it was too hot and I dropped the towel. The towel caught fire . I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off. Finally, I came to my senses and turned the oven off. and made sure the oven wasn’t letting in any air.  It took from 10-13 minutes for the fire to go out.

I did find my oven mitten. Someone had hidden it in the first shelf of my kitchen cabinet, way in the back. I always keep the oven mitten on the counter where I can easily grab it.

I was lucky this time, but I’d like to get the idiot who hid my oven mitten. I know who did it. She’s always near my apartment, but I can’t prove it. She’s the lady who cleans the apartments when someone moves  out. She seems to have nothing to do, but hang around where I live. She comes in when I’m gone and puts things in my food and steal things.

I wish I could find a camera to catch her in the act of stealing something from my apartment. I’d like to put her in jail where she belongs.

I know I should’ve had the oven mitten ready when I put the cookie sheet in the oven, but who thinks something won’t be nearby when we need it. I should know better by now. I should always expect the unexpected.

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Gang Stalking – Americans are the living dead.

It’s been a week of more and more perps. I don’t know how many there are. It sounds like I’m  exaggerating, but I’m not. There must be at least 300 perps after me. It seems people in Las Vegas have absolutely nothing to do with their lives. Their only life seems to be harassing people and drinking. They do nothing else. They spend all day running after people who haven’t bothered them  and then spend the rest of the time drinking, or doing drugs.

In the last week, they’ve been ripping all of my clothes, putting oil into my barbecue sauce, smashing my fruits and vegetables.  Oh, I forgot, also stealing my clothes and then returning them a day later, or not at all.   And, of course, the daily break-ins haven’t stopped.

I never know when I return home, what I’ll find in my fridge, my bathroom. my bed, my closet. It’s the same feeling I get when I come to the library. What will they do to me at the library? And what they will do to things in my apartment when I’m gone?

No person should have to live as I’m living;  not me, not you, no one!   The crack heads and all the lowlifes  belong in prison.

How is it that no one knows what’s happening to us, but some twitter gets  million hits when he/she couldn’t get a table at a fancy Las Vegas hotel? And a host states that he doesn’t want hippos showing up at his nightclub.

It’s ridiculous!

No wonder the USA is going to the dogs.

The USA has become a place where no one thinks anymore.  They truly are zombies. I’ve used the word “zombie” for a long time now, but, really, I thought American citizens aren’t really zombies. But I’ve given up on that idea, they TRULY are ZOMBIES. They’re the living dead.

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Gang Stalking – I’m sick and tired of having my computer hacked.

Have you noticed that my blog no longer looks the same? I did not change my blog color, nor the themes. It seems someone has been in my WordPress.com and changed everything around. The theme, the color, etc. This color, which I think is yellow and beige is not a color I would pick. It’s ugly, not interesting at all. And they got rid of my theme of Magnolia flowers.  This is what I have to put up with all the time. I have to put up with the hackers deleting what I type, making sure that they don’t add extra words that make no sense in a sentence. They like to add “k” and “y” to all  the words I use. I don’t know  what  the “k” and “y” are supposed to do. The majority of time, I catch the errors. Sometimes I don’t . Sometimes you get to read things which make no sense whatsoever.  I have to type through triple lines they add to my blog. Believe me, typing this blog is not easy. But I’m not complaining. It’s made me a better computer user. I now know things I didn’t know about computers before. I can now knock the idiots off my blog, before I couldn’t. I didn’t know how. Now I do. So in some ways, I’ve learned more about computers than I ever thought I would. But still, coming in to the library, I never know what I’ll find in  the computer. What extra thing did they add to make it harder for me to get in? Did thkey change my password again? Did they change WordPress.com in any way? Am I in WordPress, or did they do a  phishing job on me? There’s like a cover over what I tykpe. You see the “k” in type? I didn’t put it there, some hacker did. I’m leaving it in. When I sign in, I can see double lines in the library computer. It’s very, very obvious. I’ve told the librarians about it and thkey look and say they don’t see anything. It seems I’m not really  where I’m supposed to be.  I’ll figure a way to prevent the idiots from getting into the computer, so far I haven’t been able to. And there’s so many of them. It’s one against many. But I keep holding on. I’m not one to give up easily.

Sometimes, I just want to quit the blog, but I don’t.  I’d miss getting in touch with you readers. You readers keep me going on days that are really bad, so I thank you.

When are these criminals going to be put in jail? That’s where the hackers belong.

Oh, I hear them laughing. They must be reading my blog. They sound like idiots. Everything’s funny to an idiot.

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I am but one Voice in a Sea of Apathy

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Gang Stalking – I didn’t know it was wrong.

I sometimes wonder about the people who come to the library  to make my life miserable.

How can they not have a conscience about what they’re doing to me and other targets? How can they not have a conscience? Are they so cold and uncaring that it means nothing to them to harass me?

Don’t they think that what they’re doing is wrong?

Doesn’t anything get into their idiotic brain telling them that it’s wrong what they’re doing?

Are they so desperate for money that nothing else matters?

Or are they just evil people who do what they do for fun?

Don’t  they  think that they’ll ever get caught doing what they do?

Eventually everyone gets caught. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing.

And once they get caught, what will be their excuse for what they did to all of us?

Will it be, “Oh, I didn’t know it was wrong.”

Sure, they didn’t know it was wrong. They knew from the start that what they were doing is wrong.

That’s always the answer evil people give for the evil they do to others. I didn’t know it was wrong. The Germans said  that when the discovered what Hitler was doing. How can they not know?

I look at them and think they look  like normal people. But are they? Is this what normal is today?  Step on others and don’t worry about it. Step on them before they step on you.

We live in an ugly, ugly world today. There don’t seem to be too many caring people around. Every one is out for himself/herself. And no on else matters. It’s a sad, sad state of affairs.

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Gang Stalking – Lego Movie – about what freedom is and isn’t.

Today is Orange Day. Orange everywhere – orange umbrellas, orange t-shirts, orange pants, orange jackets, orange handbags, orange bikes, orange shoes, orange towels, oranges hats. Orange, orange, orange.

I really don’t get the orange thing. I have nothing in orange. I don’t particularly like the color, but it seems it must mean something to me. What? I don’t know.

Oh, I suddenly remember. I was looking at oranges in the fruit section.

Can you believe it? I can’t even look at an orange for them to mock me with the color?

What a bunch of idiots. They’re told to wear orange and they wear orange.

Unbelievable. American people can be such zombies.

It’s weird. I saw the “Lego Movie”. It was playing for free at the library, so I figured, why not? I’m not into Lego, but…I read reviews saying the movie  is very good, but still, a movie with Lego?

But it turned out to be a very good movie. I had to force myself to forget about the Lego.

The movie is about becoming zombie-like. The people who live in Lego land are all zombies. When they’re told to sit, they sit. When they’re told to stand, they stand. Whatever their boss tells them to do, they do. Doesn’t that sound like the zombies we have to deal with every minute of our lives? And, or course, there are the misfits who everybody thinks are losers. They do their jobs, mind their own business and don’t bother anyone. Live and let live is their philosophy. But this doesn’t sit well with those with whom they work.  The misfits are made fun of, and talked about behind their backs.

Well, I’ve told you more than I wanted to, but see the movie. I recommend it. It’s really about freedom. And what freedom is not.

I’m recommending a Lego movie; I can’t believe it. But see it.

The zombies clapped at the end of the movie, but I’m sure not one of them saw himself as the zombie he is.

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