I noticed when I was cleaning my glass table today that there were fingerprints all over it. I put my fingers next to the old fingerprints to see if they were mine. No match whatsoever. My fingerprints are round, and the prints on my table were long. Not only were there prints, but dog paw prints. They had a dog on the table in my apartment.
I accidently ran into a little girl. I said, “Oh, I’m sorry.” She put her hands on her hip and replied, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, excuse me, excuse me. What’s up with that?” Her mother stood by and laughed.
This little girl was about six-years-old. She sounded like a twenty-year old. I could almost hear her mother’s voice. I’m sure she’s heard her mother say the things she said to me a hundred times or more.
I couldn’t believe the little girl’s demeanor. It was so unsettling to me that someone this young was such a bitch at her age.
It doesn’t matter how nice we are to the people in Perplandia. The people in Perplandia don’t understand someone who is polite. This little girl made fun of my politeness to her. This is not a rare occurrence where someone made fun of my politeness to them. It’s done all the time. No matter what we targets do, it’s wrong, wrong, wrong.
Don’t you know the perps are perfect humans? Perps don’t sneeze, touch their hair, pick their nose, touch their ear, cough, laugh, fart, poop, burp, smell. No, no, they just make fun of us targets doing these things.
The truth is, I’ve never seen such a bunch of misfits. Most of them are dirty-looking, heavy, smelly, not stylist, uneducated miscreants.
But it doesn’t matter how they look or smell, they feel superior to us targets. They feel superior to us because they’ve been given the right to abuse us. They can abuse us and get away with it. No one is going to stop them. The government has given them the power to dump on us. And it makes them feel powerful. Probably the first time in their lives, they’ve been given any kind of power. And power corrupts.
That’s why gang stalking works. It works because of people like these. It gives them a purpose in life. And they’re made to feel important for the first time in their lives. They’re made to feel very important, and getting that pat on the back is addictive. Why would anyone want to give that up?
Isn’t living in Perplandia such fun?