A partial reconstruction of the barracks in the concentration camp Westerbork where Anne Frank stayed from August to September 1944 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Well, the lowlifes are at it again. They’re all outside playing loud music, drinking, laughing, and annoying everyone. It’s amazing to me that no one in the complex complains. I know the loud music must bother them, but not a peep out of anyone. I’m sure if I were to put on loud music, everybody in the complex would be running to the office to complain about me.
I’m glad I started writing this blog. I don’t know what I’d do if I had no way of letting out my anger. Writing this blog keeps me sane. And it also helps others, I hope.
I like to write what’s happening to me every day, so that if someone discovers that strange things are happening to him/her, maybe they’ll run across my blog and realize that they’re not crazy. That’s what they’re going through is not their imagination.
I often think of Anne Frank when I write my blog. I think of her sitting in the attic where she lived and writing in her diary. If Anne Frank hadn’t written in her diary, no one today would know anything about what a holocaust victim suffered. Because of Anne Frank’s diary, we know about the holocaust and Anne Frank.
And I’m not saying that what’s happening to us is as bad as what happened to Anne Frank, but who knows what our future holds. Maybe FEMA camps?
And sometimes I think of the future. I want my story to get out. I want people to know what suffering I went through along with other targets. I want people in the future to know that what happened to me can happen in the future. I want people to never take their liberty for granted and guard it like the gift it is, and fight for it. I don’t want them to think government is honest, because it is not. The government does a lot of things which are dishonest, and convinces people that what it is doing is for the good of the people. And I want people in the future, not to trust the media. Because the media does what the government tells it to do. If the media was honest, we targets wouldn’t have to put up with what’s happening to us. The media would have been in on the story and writing about it. I’m sure the media knows what’s happening to us, but very few are willing to write about it. I can’t believe I ever trusted the government and the media. How naïve I was!
I know gang stalking will eventually end. Everything eventually ends. The dinosaurs died. And gang stalking, like the dinosaur it is, will end, too. I just hope I live long enough to see this horrible thing end, and see the agents of torture get their due.
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Thanks for reblogging so many of my blogs. Appreciate it. Happy Thanksgiving. Hope you had a nice one.
Unfortunatly gang stalking will spread out if not denounced, because this is the easiest hidden way for bastards to get revenge .
So ( and unfortunatly for you) your blog is great because it can help persons in such wierd situations to understand that shame is not on them but on doers.
cheers up
Thank you. I don’t feel any shame whatsoever. I have not done anything.
I know what you mean, everyone on my street has to listen to the loud cars, trucks , and motorcycles that go back and forth engaging in a daily noise campaign, yet noone ever complains. We are all subjected to it. I would feel like such a douche if I drove a car that was that loud.
Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention the motorcycles that go back and forth all day, and trucks. The gang stalkers don’t feel like douche bags ever. They’re just following orders like good Nazis.
Rap music in condos or apartments never did anything for me not to mention noisy teenagers is the reason i wont live in a apartment. targetguy
I guess you’re luckier than I am now. Noise and more noise is all I ever hear any time I’m home. At nighttime, it’s people gunning their cars. And making idiotic noises through the walls when I’m sleeping.