Gang Stalking – It’s a hard job being charismatic.

Just another ordinary day in Perplandia. I got thrown down again the other day. I must admit I said something to the woman. I called her a slut. All day long, women harassed me by coming in front of me and shaking their booties. They shake their booties so they can get paid for shaking their booties in front of me. And I kept quiet. But after a while, I just wanted to sock some of the women. I was standing at the traffic light leading to my apartment when a woman walked up to me and acted like a slut. I’d had enough! I called her a slut. She turned around and said, “What?! What did you call me? A slut!” I said “Yes. Any woman goes around shaking her booty at someone else for the money is a slut.” The woman turned around and pushed me. I fell on the gravel. I didn’t get hurt, because as I’ve told you before, I’ve learned how to fall without getting hurt. This is  the equivalent of  the men always taking out their penis when I’m around. Only it’s woman shaking their booties. These people who harass me seem to have  obsession with sexual things, especially in Las Vegas. I don’t think this would happen to me so much if I lived in another city. They’re all disgusting pieces of human waste. As I write this, I’m sitting on the library steps, and it’s been non-stop human traffic. Usually, this area is very quiet and hardly anyone comes this way. But, of course, when I’m around, it becomes the “in” place to be, or walk. I’m just so magnetic that people have to walk by me. It’s a hard job being so charismatic. It’s hard keeping the groupies away from me.

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Language of Hands

I just love Steve McCurry’s photos. What a gift he as for photographing people. The photos are like paintings.

Gang Stalking: Eric Frein – a target?

Did you hear about Eric Frein, 31, of Canadensis. Penn. He’s on the run from the police. He killed an officer. He had opportunity to kill civilians, but he didn’t. That tells me that the police were probably harassing him. I have a feeling he’s one of  us  targets. The police said  he’s  been planning to kill police for  a  while because of all the ammunition and guns he has. He probably has had enough of  harassment from police. He also lived with his parents, probably didn’t have a job because of police harassment. There have been a lot of us shot lately, but no one seems to want to know why this is happening. I’m sure the people who live in Canadensis know who Eric Frein is. They’ve been part of the harassers. See story: http://www.foxnews.com/us/2014/09/20/eric-frein-search/

I have a feeling they’ll probably shoot him if he’s found.

Of course, they’ll say he’s mentally ill. They always do. He’s probably saner then the cops who are hunting him. And another one of us loses his life. And for what?

P.S. If you cant get the video, go to YouTube and find info on him.

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Gang Stalking – new video from Edward Snowden on NSA spying on New Zealand.

Another video from Edward Snowden. The NSA is spying on New Zealand citizens. – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gaDpwDJobMY

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Gang Stalking – Perps who inhabit my world.

I wrote the other day about a man I call “Billy-goat”. He looks like one. This man has harassed me for 3 years now.  He used to live in the same complex I lived in before I moved to the complex I live in now. He now lives in the same complex, too.  When I lived in the other complex, every morning he would go  to  the gas station, sit on the bench and wait for me to come by,  and then he would watch which way I went, get on his phone and report which way. If he saw me going toward the bus stop, he’d  sit across the street from where the bus stopped and watch me until I got on the bus. Then he’d report what time I got on the bus and in which direction I was going.  This went  on from 2010 until I moved out of the complex. I haven’t seen him for a few a months and  here he is again. He’s back watching everything I do. Every morning I have to think of different ways of getting out of my complex so I won’t have to look at him.  There are many ways I can get out of the complex and a lot of times I’m able to avoid him.  But there are times when I come out of   the  complex and there are perps in every corner of the complex, so I usually have to pass by the billy-goat. He sits chewing tobacco and looking like a billy-goat. I’ve called him Bill-goat to his face. He did not seem happy to hear me call him a billy-goat.

And he’s not the only one I have to avoid, there’s the cleaning woman. She’s the same way. I don’t know what this woman does all day. Every time I get out of the elevator, her cart and all her supplies are sitting idly by. And no matter what time of day I come in and out of my complex, there’s her cart with all its supplies. She also  has keys to every apartment in the complex and can easily get into mine. Who would question a cleaning woman coming into my apartment?  They’d just think she’s doing cleaning in my apartment.

And there’s a guy right next to me who spends all his time electronically harassing me. I’ve called him a few names, which I won’t mention here. They’re kind of nasty names, but he deserves every one of them. When he’s not electronically harassing me, he’s making my apartment a sauna.

And there’s the guy upstairs who spends his day hitting me electronically and heating up my apartment. At nighttime, he puts on  heavy Nazi-like shoes to keep me awake. I call him “The Loser”.

And then there are “The Two Bitches”. They’re the women who work in the office. Every time I walk into the office they act very sweet, and their sweetness is as phony as the are. They always want to know what I’m up to. They tape record my conversation with them on the phone. I rarely stop and talk. I enter the office, tell them what problem I’m having with the toilet or stove and  fly the hell out of the office.

There are a lot of other perps I can write about here, but this would become a very long, boring blog. I would go on and on and on about the scumbags who inhabit my world, but life is too short to  spend anymore time writing about them.

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Gang Stalking – I met a unique human being yesterday.

I was wrong,  wrong, wrong. Yesterday I wrote about the cashier leaving my pork chops out of my bag purposely. I went back to the store yesterday and I was ready to just let it go if they began saying something about me taking the pork chops home. No such thing happened. I walked in, asked the cleaner where the manager was and he pointed to the manager. I went over to the manager, explained what happened and showed him my receipt. He looked  and asked, “Is that the only thing that was missing?” I said, “Yes.” For a minute he seemed annoyed and then said,  “It’s  your responsibility to make sure everything is in your bag.” I just nodded “yes”. He took the receipt and went to the meat section, with me following, and picked out pork chops for about the same price. The chops were a little more expensive, so I asked him if he wanted me to pay the difference. He said “No.”

I can tell you, I almost about fell over.  I expected to walk out the store with nothing. The man was very nice. I wanted to give him a kiss, but, of course, I didn’t, so I shook his hand. And I still can’t get over how nice this man was. He’s definitely a unique human being.  After all the bad experiences I’ve had with other store managers, he’s a gem.

So I’m feeling a little better about humanity today, but I’m sure that feeling won’t last long, some perp will come along and do something rotten to me and I’ll be back to seeing all people as scumbags. But I’ll try to make this feeling last. And thanks for your comments.

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Gang Stalking – Don’t trust the cashier.

They did it again. I have only myself to blame. I should know better than to trust any cashier.  Every time I go to  the supermarket the cashiers always do something to me. They’ll add an item I didn’t buy, leave out food, put holes in my bags, etc. Yesterday, I bought some pork chops. The pork chops cost $7.00+. I usually double-check to make sure everything is in my bag, but I was very tired and it had been a very hot day. All I wanted to do was  get home and put on the air conditioner. So I didn’t double-check the items. I got home put my things away and looked for the pork chops to cook. No pork chops. This is no tragedy, but it’s very annoying. I thought of going back to the store, but the heat just convinced me to stay put. So I didn’t get my pork chops and I was out $7.00+.

It gets very expensive to always be buying things over and over.  Not only that, it’s annoying to go to the store and always have to double-check everything I buy, because if I don’t, something will not be in my bag when I get home. I’m going back to the store today and see if I can get my pork chops. I have a feeling that they’ll say that nothing was left by me or anyone else. That’s always what they tell me. I must have taken it home, or its in my bag. I don’t think that I can ignore smelly pork chops in my bag.

I know this is no earth-shaking thing to happen to someone, but it’s the pettiness of the cashiers that get to me. How can anyone be so petty?  Would they like something like this to happen to them? Would they be annoyed to be going back to the store day after day to get something  purposely left out by a cashier? I don’t think they would. It’s too bad I can’t do the same thing back to them, because if I could , I would. So if they tell me nothing was left, I’ll be out $7.00+. I know that’s not a lot of money, but after a while, all the money I’ve spent on items I didn’t get add up to a lot of money.

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Gang Stalking – Thank God those days of women fainting are over.

I decided I needed to rest for a day, so I took a day off from everything. I didn’t clean, cooked something from a package, and rested by reading a book. One of those Austen books. Have times changed for women? I don’t know  if we’re worse off today or not. It seems there’s not been much improvement in how women live. But thank God those days of women always fainting are over!

Anyway, to get back to how my day went.

At about 10:30 a.m., the electronic hitting began. I got hit from every direction, south, north, west, east. I got hit in my face, teeth, knees, stomach, etc. Any body part that you can think of got hit.  I was getting hit from the west really hard so I decided to go out and see who was doing it. As soon as I stepped on the walkway, a woman in a black car from across the street backed up and made a U-turn and took off like lightning. I’m surprised she didn’t run someone over. Then my instincts told me to go right. I went right. And there was the man who’s always outside in the morning waiting for me to come out.  This man looks like a billy-goat. He has one of those beards that resemble a goat’s. He was sitting on the wall looking toward my apartment. He didn’t know I was coming and looked very surprised. Well, I got my gadget out and hit him back. He made believe he was feeling nothing, but I could see him moving his fingers around trying not to seem as if he was hurting. I hadn’t locked my door and  suddenly felt I had to leave and go check my door. My door was open.  It’s amazing the instincts  I’ve developed dealing with the devils.

I went back into my apartment and the hitting began again. It was coming from the idiot upstairs, downstairs, diagonally across from me. From everywhere. They weren’t going to leave me alone for the rest of the day. They were going to make sure I didn’t rest. And for the rest of the day that’s what went on. Non-stop electronic hitting from everywhere.  These people are like rats and roaches. They only come out when no one’s around. They don’t have the guts to look someone in the eye and face them. So all day, I had to protect myself rom the rats and the roaches. I didn’t get one bit of rest. And the night was even worse.  But I won’t go into every detail because if I do, they’ll only make my life worse. And believe me, my life can’t get any worse, or maybe it can?

These sub-humans really need to get a dose of their own medicine.  But, of course, they always go running to their monitors and tell them what I’ve done and that they can’t get to me. And the monitor always comes up with a new plan to make my life even more miserable. And the babies go back to feeling smug. But it doesn’t last for too long, because I always have a back up plan.

Ahh, poor, poor babies. I guess they need their mommies around to protect them. They can’t do it themselves.

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Gsang Stalking – Perps are the most disgusting people on earth!!

I’ve told you about the perverts who like to do disgusting things to me, or show me.

I walked toward the traffic light. I saw ahead of me a man and a boy of about 3-4 years olds. When I got closer, I saw the little boy trying to hold on to a plastic bottle of water.  His father(?) was talking to him and telling him something. The little boy turned the bottle toward me. The bottle was arrowhead  water.  It seemed as if the little boy had a problem with the weight of the bottle. I said to the boy, “It’s okay. That’s the water I drink. I think your father wants me to see the name of the brand of water I drink. It’s okay you can put down if it’s too heavy. I’ve seen it.”

The light turned green and they got way ahead of me. I had to carry that rolling suitcase everywhere with me and it holds me back. So they both stopped by the bus, behind where none of the bus passengers could see them. As I passed the bus shelter, I saw the man again with the little boy. The man was facing the little boy and talking to him in a very low voice. It took me a second to realize that the little boy was trying to unzip his pants. The little boy looked up at me still slowly unzipping his pants. The little boy did not want to unzip his pants and show me his penis. His father was telling him to do it. I saw red. What a disgusting piece of shit this man is I thought. He’s trying to get his son to unzip his pants and to have him show me his penis. I stopped and I said to the man, “He’s a nice little boy. Why don’t you stop corrupting his mind!”  The little boy never unzipped his pants all the way. He knew not to do it. The man told me to “shut up”.

I walked away quickly because for the first time in my life I wanted my fist to meet the man’s face.

How sick can a father be? How can he do this to a little innocent boy? Who knows, maybe he’s molesting his own son? It made me really angry that this little boy has to be terrorized like this by his father. If I can call a man like this a father?!!

I thought about the little boy all day. I feel as if I didn’t help him at all. I failed that little boy yesterday and it haunts me. Maybe I should’ve called the cops, but I don’t carry a phone around. And the father would’ve denied he was telling his son to do such an awful thing.

If I ever see this man again with the little boy, you might get a blog from me from a jail cell. Next time, I won’t hesitate to do something to help this little boy.

It makes me sick that this little boy has to live with such a scumbag of a father.

The perps are really sick individuals. They’ll do anything to their sons and daughters to make a buck. The bastards all belong in a prison cell.

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Gang Stalking- The devils always come out of the woodwork

The world seems to be getting stranger and stranger. Some of the things I’ve heard lately make me want to be on another planet.

Well, anyway, I had to go to the bank to try to resolve a problem I’m having with it. So far, it’s gone on for 6 days and no resolution.  While I was in the bank speaking with the banker,   a bank teller kept looking at me and laughing. I ignored him. Then one of the bankers came over to the teller and they both looked my way. I heard the teller say to the banker, “Huh, you came over to see the devil!!” and then both of them had a really good laugh before the banker went back to his desk.

I left the bank without saying anything. But then I decided “they’re not going to talk about me like that and get away with it”. So I returned to the bank. I asked the girl at the front if there was a manager around. She said “yes” and went to get the manager.

The manager came out and looked very angry.  I ignored her attitude and I told her  what the teller said to the banker. She stood in front of me and said nothing. So I said, “I didnt’ like their attitude. It was rude to talk about a customer that way.” Still, she said nothing. I kept looking at her for a response. Nothing. Then she finally said, “I’ll go over and have a talk with the teller.”  And she walked toward the teller. I left. I didn’t stay to see if she said anything to the teller. I have a feeling that I should’ve stayed. I bet money that she probably didn’t say anything to the teller.

This is one reason I hate going to the bank. The bank tellers are always rude and begin to laugh as soon as  I enter the bank. You’re probably thinking “why not change bank?” Why not change banks? Because exactly the same thing would happen and I’d be no better off. It might even be worse.

The bank I use is Wells Fargo and I’ve had problems in the past with their people. I’ve complained but nothing’s ever done.  And I don’t think, because I complained yesterday, anything is going to change.

And as to anyone being a devil, that’s like a pot calling a kettle black. They’re the devils. I go into the bank to get take care of  bank business and the devils always come out of the woodwork.

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