In the last few days, I’ve experienced my lights going on and off. My kitchen bulb always goes off. I just walk over and twist it back on. The refrigerator’s been making really strange sounds and the exhaust system in the bathroom makes very weird noses. This scenario happens to me everywhere I’ve lived. I knew what was coming.
I went out and came back late at night. On my way home I noticed a NV Energy truck, digging something up. Nevada Energy seems to always be in my neighborhood digging something up. When they’re in the neighborhood I always watch them. My instincts tell me to. I’ve had enough experience with other power companies. I know the power companies also play the perp game. I went into my apartment, turned on the light and opened the refrigerator to put away food. I was about to close the door and I heard a loud BOOM! All the lights in my apartment went off. I went outside to see if it’d happened to others. It took others in the complex about 5 minutes to come and say that their lights went out. I told them, “Oh, it’s the transformer”. One man said to me, “How do you know that?” I said, “Because I’ve experienced lights going out often”. My complex has 3 subdivisions. I’m next to #1. I’m in the middle. Subdivision #1 had all their lights on. I’m the first one in a row of apartments. Every subdivision had its lights on except for mine. Now, I know that the NV Energy was f—–g around with the electric in my apartment. This is what always happens. When the perps keep complaining to the monitors on how hard a time they’re having getting to me, they do this. NV Power wanted to shut my lights off, it screwed up. It turned off everyone’s power. Let me tell you, I thoroughly enjoyed watching the perps in the complex get angry about losing their power. I had candles all ready to go. I’ve learned from past experiences. The perps stood outside complaining until the lights came back on. I was in my apartment enjoying the scenery.
I wonder what the monitors will think of next? I guess I haven’t driven them crazy enough? But I will do my darnest to continue doing it. I feel better when I’m fighting back than when I’m being a good, little girl, as they want me to be. Whatever NV Energy did didn’t change anything in my apartment. Everything in my apartment was as it always is. Last night, I could hear the guy upstairs moving his machine around trying to spray me with pesticide, but he was getting nothing. I found another way to stop the spraying. And the monitors will continue to find a way to harass me, and I will find a way to stop it. My life sounds just like what’s going on in Congress. No one’s winning!
Add Minneapolis FBI – Federal Bureau of Investigation RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATH OF MY DAUGHTER!
This preceded the death of my daughter who had been reported in December of 2010 to the FBI – Federal Bureau of Investigation as a trafficked person as was a kidnapping report submitted. Again in May 2014 her activity raised suspicions and I again reported her as a trafficked person to the Advocates of Human Rights and 2 Twin City Police Departments. Again 3 days prior to her death on the 27th of September 2014, I reported these strange activities lending reasonable suspicion that a threat existed concerning her safety… THREE DAYS LATER SHE WAS DEAD!
A new report on child homelessness in America finds that 2.5 million children experience homelessness annually.
The annual levels of homelessness among children have never been higher in the United States, according to a new comprehensive report released on Monday.
Prepared by the National Center on Family Homelessness, the report—America’s Youngest Outcasts (pdf)—shows that with poverty and inequality soaring in recent years, approximately 2.5 million children in 2013 found themselves without a roof over their head or place to call home. That number equals one in 30 American children nationally, and constitutes an 8 percent increase over the previous year.
“Child homelessness has reached epidemic proportions in America,” said Dr. Carmela DeCandia, director of the NCFH, in a statement. “Children are homeless to night in every city, county and state — in every part of our nation.”
Nobody asks the nurse for the box or the insert when they get a flu shot. At least, I’ve never known anyone who said they did or do. Why not? We flip over food and beverage products all the time, to check for contaminants or stuff that we’re allergic to. Millions of Americans are getting injected every year with 100 times the mercury they’re worried about in fish, because they read about the salmon or tuna in some newspaper clip or saw a quick spot on the news.
Now remember, since most of the mercury in the food will be processed by your body with the food, you may only retain 10 percent of the toxic heavy metal. But when the nurse, who doesn’t offer you to look at the box or read the insert, jabs that needle into your upper arm and rubs…
Patients and doctors using stairway, instead of elevator, to annoy me. They stomp their feet as they go up and down the stairs. They sound as if they weight 500 lbs. each. The sound system in the building is at a level to make anyone deaf. Elevator doors bang constantly. Loud radio playing. A lot of slamming doors. People making sniveling noises through their noses. A lot of loud laughter. Non-stop throat clearing. I’m getting hit electronically by the technicians. A lot of loud sighing by clerks. Telephone ringing non-stop. Asked for my I.D. when no one else was, even though I’ve come to this office for years. New doctors come out to look at me and laugh. Technicians giggling outside the doctor’s office. Air conditioner put on very cool while waiting for doctor to come into room, even though it’s very cold outside. Screeching cart wheels every time someone passes the doctor’s office. Cleaning people banging brooms around and talking loudly in Spanish. People from 3rd floor banging on the ceiling above my head. A lot of coughing (you know that stupid cough they do when we’re around). The doctor’s office sounds like a madhouse.
I complained to the doctor and he said that it’s just the workmen doing their job. Yeah, sure they are. I know workmen make noise, but not as much as the workmen do when I’m around.
I have a gang of men who harass me at night. They all live within the area of my apartment. On Thursday, I think it was Thursday, someone tried to get into my apartment. It was a bad night for me electronically. I was being hit from every direction. And men stood outside my door making a lot of noise – laughing, yelling, smoking pot. At one point, I heard someone with a key try to open my door. I quickly got up and put a door stop under my door. And I screamed that if someone tried to get in I would shoot him. He stopped. But still, all night long, they made noise. At one point it got very quiet. I opened the door and saw no one by my door. I decided to see what was going on. I walked north because that’s where they always stand so I won’t see them. I saw a man with a bomber jacket and a backpack, a perp. And I turned south and saw another man with a bomber jacked on with a backpack. I happen to have a bomber jacket and the last few days I’ve worn it. They like to imitate me with the clothes I wear. And as I looked around, there were strange people walking all over the place. It reminded me of the zombie movies I used to watch – dead people walking around. They made sure that I saw them. They didn’t hide. I guess they were trying to scare me. After all I’ve been through, there’s very little that scares me anymore. I decided whatever they do, I’m going to give it right back in one way or another. They are not going to intimate me.They’re not going to shut me up. They don’t want me to continue writing my blog. Well, they picked on the wrong woman. I don’t give in easily. New York taught me to be strong (thanks, New York). We New Yorkers don’t lie down and give up. We fight back. And I will continue to fight back every which way I can. I say to you, targets, never give in to the jerks. They don’t deserve you giving up on your life. Keep fighting back.
I can’t believe how babyish the perps are. I sat waiting for my turn at the computer. I couldn’t find my list of passwords and didn’t notice one of the computers wasot being used by anyone. A woman sat down opposite me. She began saying something to me. I didn’t even look up because when it’s library time, they’re all perps. When I realized there was an empty computer, I quickly got up and went to it. A few minute later, I heard the security guard. He was asking the woman what I’d done to her. The woman went to the librarian at the desk and complained about me. So the security guard asked her, “What did she say to you?” She replied, “Nothing. She didn’t respond to me when I tried to talk to her.” So the security guard said, “Oh, well.”
Can you believe what they will do to get me thrown out of the library? If I had said something to her, I wouldn’t be typing this now. I would have been thrown out of the library. I wonder where they get the people they hire? They seem to have absolutely no brains. What normal person would call security because some one did not want to talk to him/her? If I say something to the perps, I get in trouble. If I don’t say anything, I almost get in trouble. Good thing I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut.
The woman didn’t like the answer the security guard gave her and she left. As the guard said, “Oh, well”. No great loss.
Well, they were at it this morning again, the two maintenance men. I covered up the cracks made by them to the walkway and slept like a baby all night. I really feel rested today. It’s been a long time since I got a good night sleep. I heard the two maintenance men talking and put my ear to the door. One of them said, ” They said we didn’t do a good job putting in enough cracks. Why don’t they come up here and see that we have?” I guess the 2-year-olds got up early and complained to the office that they weren’t able to make the night miserable for me. It upsets them when I get to sleep all night. I don’t think they get a paycheck when they’re not able to make my night miserable. How stupid is it of them to complain? If I were them, I would keep my mouth shut and not say anything. I’d get a paycheck. These perps are not thinkers, that’s for sure.
I waited for the men to leave and went outside. They removed all the tape I put over the cracks. But, honestly, the sleep I got had nothing to do with the cracks. I found a new way to protect myself. The maintenance men are wasting their time putting in more cracks. I will sleep soundly all night again. And the perps will again go to the office and complain about me. They spend all day sleeping and stay up all night hitting me electronically. And they stand in front of my apartment at night and talk. They make sure that I know they’re outside. Believe me, if it ever comes to protecting myself from the creeps, I’m ready. I have some items I will use on them if they ever try to get into my apartment while I’m sleeping. I’m small and don’t weight much, but they will discover I will give as much as I get. I’m not afraid of such stupid people. They can’t think for themselves. They have to have someone tell them what to do. And if I sleep as well as I think I will, the perps will be up early complaining to the office. We’ll see who wins!