Last night I actually slept six hours. Very rarely do I get so lucky and get six hours of sleep. Usually the perps wake me up every two hours by hitting me with electricity. But it was too good to last. They’ve tried to make up for the sleep I got last night by hitting me all day. No matter where I sit, the low lifes hit me. They hit me on my head, back and the idiot downstairs gets my feet. There’s a man who moved horizontally across from me and he hits me all the time.
But believe me, they get it right back. I don’t sit in my chair and do nothing. I have a few things I hit them back with. So even though I’m being hit, they also get their share of torture. But it’s one against many, so I get a more hits than they get individually. But there have been many examples in history of one overcoming the many.
I believe in doing to others as they do unto me. I believe in returning to someone what they do to me. And that’s the real me. Don’t f–k with me and I won’t f–k with you. I wasn’t always this way. At one time, I just ignored a lot of things done to me, but there’s a point where someone has to fight back. And I reached that point a long time ago. I’m over being nice to creatures who mistreat me. I’m over telling myself to be nice to people who want to harm me and cause damage to my body.
It doesn’t matter how nice or polite I am to the perps, they come after me. They’re like a bunch of unthinking human beings. They go around saying to themselves “get her, get her, our master wants us to get her.” They’re like slaves. I really try to understand these horrible people, because there must be a problem with all their brains. The sheep must obey the training given to them by their masters. Maybe they’ve all been implanted with zombie chips. That’s why they can’t think for themselves. The master does all the thinking for them and they just follow. And it doesn’t matter what their master tells them to do, because they’ll do whatever’s demanded of them.
If they’re told to steal, they steal. If they’re told to rip targets’ clothes, they do. If they told to poison someone’s food, they do. If they’re told to kill someone’s pet, they do it. If they’re told to fix target’s car so target has accident, they do. If they’re told to steal target phone, computer, etc., they do. There is nothing these perps won’t do in the name of their master. Even kill someone if they’re told to.
My life is bad, but I think their life is worse. It seems they have no control whatsoever over their life. They must obey, or they become a target. And becoming a target is their “just deserts.” They deserve a long life of targeting without let-up. I have no sympathy for any of them. They created their own fate.
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The brainless going to “Get Her”. Isn’t that a joke! It’s is because it is real.
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reverse stockholm syndrom……….:)
Ils vont se faire descendre un jour ou l’autre
I wish I had the skill you have with a computer. I could show so much more of my gang stalking life if I had the skill.Thanks.
Unthinking is a good word. Do you ever stare one of them down? They will not make eye contact but they will wither and hide. I read one TI’s comment today that her perps looked like they were from the “bowels of hell”, lol.
Oh, do I ever stare them down!!! It’s true, they never look at you. I just stand, stare and don’t say a word. They get very uncomfortable and can’t wait to get away from me. I laugh. And a lot of them do look like they come from the “bowels of hell.” Thanks.