Guess where I am? I’m at the disgusting library again. Same old, same old thing that always happens when I come here. A lot of throat clearing, sneezing, hit with electricity, lots of noise, laughing, lots of talking. etc. Isn’t life wonderful? And the loudest jerk is this 500 lb. man who looks like he might have a heart attack at any moment. I’m sure it makes him feel better to pick on someone else instead of someone picking on him.
If you don’t think there’s a camera in your apartment watching you, think again. I’ll give you an example of what happened to me the other day. I told you about how they keep ripping my jeans. Well, I finally had to buy new jeans. It doesn’t bother me to walk around with torn jeans. I don’t give a s–t what someone thinks of me! Becoming a target has given me a certain freedom, which is strange. As I was saying about the ripped jeans, I got a new pair. When I got home, the jeans were too long, so I decided to take up the hem. I didn’t have any pins, so I used bobbie pins to hold up the hem while I sewed. I don’t sew too well, so you can imagine what a job this is for me. Considering I don’t sew well, the sewing part went okay. I went out the next day to pay my electric bill. I went to a certain store I won’t advertise and looked to see if there was anyone in line to pay his bill. Lucky me! Absolutely no one in line. So I stood in line. A woman was paying her bill and talked, talked, talked and went on and on. Then this small Asian woman stood behind me. She was about 2’3″. I didn’t think she couldn’t do too much harm to me so I paid no attention. The woman who talked and talked finally left. I went to the window, paid my bill and left. I walked around for a while and then decided to go home.
I got home, took off my jeans and guess what I discovered?! That little Asian woman, who I didn’t think would do me any harm, had pinned 6 bobbie pins on the back of my jeans, three pins for each leg. So I was walking around with these bobbie pins stuck in the back of my jeans. The only way someone could see me do this is by watching me at home. So I definitely know there’s a camera in my apartment. And there’s probably a camera in all of your houses/apartments.
Of course, when I discovered the bobbie pins, I screamed at the idiots. I know they watch me all the time. I called them all kinds of names and damned them to eternal hell. It made me feel better.
We targets have to put with a lot of crap. And I don’t think this crap is going to stop anytime soon. I don’t think Edward Snowden knows about what’s happening to us. The only people who know about us are probably at a very high level. It’s top-secret what they do to us and very few people know what’s happening. People like the President, NSA, FBI. So I don’t think there’s any chance in hell, this hell is going to end anytime soon.
I’ve had a lot of other things happened to me, but I don’t have too much time to tell you about it. Maybe when I’m able to fix my computer and type from home.
It’s good to get in touch with all of you again. I miss the contact with my readers.
Take care of yourselves and miss you.
Can’t show any photos. They’ve inactivated Zemanta at the library, too.
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