Gang Stalking – I hope my blog helps someone in the future.

Now they’re really coming after with the computer. I can get into WordPress, but they’ve covered the places where I can get in. As you can see, there’s more than one way to skin a cat. I got in.

If what’s happening to us targets ever comes out into the open, I plan to sue everyone who harassed me. And this includes everyone who did anything to me.

I’ll start with the ACLU. What a bunch of phonies. They’re for everyone’s civil rights except for targets. If this ever comes out into the open, I want everyone to decline the help of the ACLU. It knows what’s going on and has done nothing to help us. I’m sure it will be the first one in line to want us to sign up to sue the government. Don’t have anything to do with the ACLU.

And then there are all the crooked businesses who don’t care about what they do to us. They treat us like crap and we have no choice, but to buy things from them. There are Albertsons. The people who work at Albertsons are the rudest sales people. They are rude, rude, rude. And there’s McDonald.  Another bunch of no goods. Giving us the wrong food, giving it to us raw, leaving the cheese off our burgers, giving us coffee instead of chocolate, etc. And rude, rude, rude, too.

The bus company – The bus drivers make sure that our bus ride is horrific. Making turns to make sure we fall out of our seat. Heating up the seat where  we  sit.  Screeching their brakes to make us fall, closing the door on us before we’re out of the bus, coming to a stop  and making sure that we are 3 or 4 inches from the curve, especially if we have a suitcase, or carrying heavy items, and being rude, rude, rude.

And the Clark County Library – constant harassment, helping the perps with how to hack our computers, always blaming us for everything (nothing is ever anyone else’s fault; always a target’s fault). You’ve read how I’m treated at the library. It’s a constant thing. I’m never not bothered by the guards. The guards make ugly faces at me (I  do it right back to them) and acting like jerks. They never seem to hear all the noise, the chairs missing, all the criminal activity that’s happening in front of their faces, but all I have to do is raise my voice a little, and they run in to tell me that I’ll be thrown out of the library. That’s discrimination.

All the apartment complexes I lived in. I’ve made sure I wrote their names and location so I don’t forget. The torture I have to go through every night and day., allowing perps to run loose in my apartment, destroying my property, trying to basically kill me. They’re the worse of the worse. They belong in jail.

And there are a lot others who’ve made my existence a miserable one. I know what’s happening to us will eventually come out, but as always, it will take years. Things happened in the past with McCarthyism, etc., but it wasn’t found out for 30-40 years, so  it’s always hidden. The government always waits until  everyone is dead to let out information of what happened to American citizens. By that time all the tormentors are dead so are the tormented.

Oh, and how can I forget to include the U.S. government. The government that created the program that toture its citizens. The government that made it possible for crooked people to make our lives miserable while we were alive.

I might not be around to tell my story when that time comes, but I’m leaving behind the history of what I had to suffer. What my life was like while I was alive. I don’t think it will really make any difference to anyone 30-40 years from now, and no will really care, but I’m sure the government will make a fuss about it and everyone will just go on with their lives. But it makes me feel better if someone some day finds my blog and discovers that something that’s happening to them happened to me and they know that they’re not insane and that it happened to someone else.

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Gang Stalking – I walked away.

Albertsons (Photo credit: Editor B)

English: Inside the Walmart (still branded as Wal-Mart) at West Plains, Missouri. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Warning:  What I’m going to write about is not a nice subject, so be forewarned.!!!

This happened about six or seven days ago.  I don’t remember how many days it is.  I was so angry when it happened, I couldn’t write about it.  I had to take a few days to calm myself down. And now, I’m able to write about what happened.

I was standing by Albertsons trying to find some money in my handbag.  I was by a side of Albertsons where no one goes. While looking through my bag, a man came along and stood in front of me.  I kept looking for my money and finally found it.  I looked up to see a man who had a broken leg and was on crutches.  I looked at him and he looked at me. He began talking, but I didn’t hear anything he said. I looked at him with no expression on my face.  While we looked at each, he took his right arm, reached down to his crotch and began playing with his “privates.”  He looked  me and smiled a creepy smile.  I stood expressionless.

I thought to myself:  should I say something?  should I keep quiet?  should I find something and break his other leg so he won’t be able to walk?  Or take my pointy shoe and hit him in his crotch?

The man kept talking and touching himself  and I just stood there.  It wasn’t that I was afraid to say anything, I just didn’t know what to do.

I decided to turn around and walk away.

This is not the first time this happened to me.

About a year or so ago, this same thing happened.

I was in Wal-Mart standing in one of the aisles looking for something I needed.  I saw a man standing by me, but paid no attention to him. But I kept getting a creepy feel, so I automatically turned  and saw the man playing with his “privates.”  He looked at me and smiled.  I gave him a nasty look and called him a pervert, and walked to another aisle.  He followed me to the other aisle and kept playing with himself.  I again called him a pervert and left the aisle.

About ten minutes later, I was outside the women’s room waiting to go the bathroom.  And guess who came along? The pervert. He just stood watching me.  Two men came out  of the bathroom and he said something to them.  They were friends.  They all began laughing.  One of the other men  also began playing with his “privates.” They all kept laughing and seemed to be enjoying themselves.  I walked away without saying anything.

But for the following week, everywhere I went,  men played with their “privates.”  A lot of little boys, too. Little Mexican boys who were doing it in front of their mothers, and their mothers laughed, too.

That means that the perp went to his weekly meeting and told everybody what he did to me. That’s how bold these sickos are. They don’t care what they do to us, as long as they get attention and applause from other perps.

Maybe I shouldn’t even be writing about this. Maybe what happened to me a year ago will start all over again.

But I thought I should write about it, because I want to warn others about what to expect of the perps.  I want they to know that they can expect everything and anything from the sickos who harass us.

So that’s why I walked away about seven days ago. I didn’t want the perps to have something to report about what I said.

I wonder if such an act is against the law?

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Gang Stalking – Live my life for a week!

Shopping mall (Photo credit: pix.plz)

Imagine There’s No Hunger – Strawberry Fields – Central Park, NYC (Photo credit: asterix611)

hearts aplenty in February (Photo credit: Esther17)

Vons Grocery Hollywood (Photo credit: DonnaGrayson)

I can’t believe that it’s already February.  I guess time flies by when we’re having so much fun. Fun?  What fun?

It happens everywhere I go.  I walk into McDonald’s, Vons, Albertsons, 7-11, shopping mall, bus, and the atmosphere suddenly changes. All these places become loud, bright lights go on, loud chattering, a lot of loud laughter, public address system always goes on, everybody becomes aware that I’ve entered.  It’s like something evil has entered the place. The evil is, of course, me.  And the all the people have to get rid of the evil. And this is done by being noisy.  The noisier the better.  The noisier, the quicker the evil spirit will leave.

This is what I have to deal with every single time I go somewhere.

This is what’s done to people who are not wanted.

You people, who don’t live my live, can’t even begin to know what it is like to live my life.  From reading my blog, you can’t even really feel what I feel.  You might think you do, but you can never know.  Just as I don’t know what life you live, you can’t know mine.

You people are lucky that you’re not  victims of government harassment.  The only people who know what my life is really like are other targets. They know how miserable this life is.

So, while I appreciate someone telling me to be positive about life, I also resent it.  If you can tell me to stop whining, then I know you have absolutely no idea of what my life is really like, because if you did, you wouldn’t say that to me.

This is an absolutely miserable time in my life.  I didn’t know what misery was until the government harassment began.

These people are evil and without a soul.  I know none of them have a soul if they can do to me what they do.

Imagine having someone attached to you 24/7. Imagine never a moment to yourself.  Imagine not even being able to take a shower without that person right next to you. Imagine this happening to you every day of the year without let-up.  That’s my life and the life of every target.

We are living in hell. All of us targets. And someone telling us to suck it up and be positive doesn’t help.  It makes us feel worse. All the positivity only make us realize you out there don’t really understand what’s happening to us.

If only you could live our lives for one week, you would truly understand the hell we live, and  I wonder how long you would last!

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Gang Stalking – Gang stalkers on “power trip”.

English: veggies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Magic wand (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sometimes I think the life I’m leading is worse than anyone else’s.  And then I find out someone else is going through  horrible things.  I’m going through horrible things, but imagine what I’m going through plus having other problems added to it.  It makes me feel foolish to be feeling sorry for myself.  I know a lot of people who are suffering in silence.  Who have no way out of their situation.  They have to put up with a bunch of creepy gang stalkers plus deal with a family that mistreat them.  My heart goes out to them.  There is just so much hate in the world, and people who enjoy stepping on other people. I wish I could get a magic wand and make the world a better place for everyone to live.  To those who are going through really bad times, take heart, those people who are abusing you will get what’s coming to them.

Today I was in Albertsons, the store I hate.  I was in the vegetable section trying to pick out some broccoli and the water that’s sprayed on the vegetables went on.  I got wet.  At first I thought it was just time for the sprayers to go on, but only the one I was standing by went on.  So it was purposely done to me.  Every time I go into Albertsons something’s done to me.  A man who works in Albertsons was standing not too far from me.  He must’ve turned it on. I looked over at him and he quickly turned away, so I know he did it.  He even had a smirky look on his face.  But I decided he was not going to get away with what he did to me.  I did my shopping, and then when I was at the cashier, I asked for the manager.  The manager came out and asked me what the problem was.  I explained to him exactly what happened.  He told me that all the sprayers go off on a set timer.  I told him that no other sprayers were on except the one I was standing by and it was purposely done.  He told me he would have a talk with the man in the vegetable section.  Some of you who read this might think  I’m paranoid, but this is the kind of treatment I get when I shop at Albertsons.   The people who work at Albertsons are all gang stalkers.  And they know that they can do whatever they want to me because management allows them to do it.  If management were not in on it, it wouldn’t happen.  They’d be too scare to do it.

A target always has to put up with stupid people who have nothing better to do with their lives. We have to put up with abuse from people who hate themselves and want to beat us down so they can feel better about themselves.  They have low self-esteem and treating someone else badly makes them feel powerful.

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Gang Stalking…it just never ends.

Missoula, MT Albertsons (Reserve St.), former Buttrey Food & Drug (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Open Mouth (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m proud of myself today. For the very first time since my gang stalking began, I managed to keep my mouth shut around gang stalkers. Usually, no matter how hard I try, I always end up reacting to some freak. Today, was the first time, I was able to keep my mouth shut and keep walking, even though there were a few gang stalkers I wanted to slap. Telling myself to ignore them, ignore them is really working for me.  I didn’t think I would ever be able to take a walk and not keep my mouth shut around the freaks, but today I did.  And it keeps getting easier every day.  Pretty soon, no matter what they do to me, I’ll keep my cool. And believe me, as a former New Yorker, you don’t know how hard that is!

I told you recently how things have gone at Albertsons, the supermarket.  For about three weeks now, things have gone very well every time I go into Albertsons. Well, that niceness lasted 3 minutes.  They’re back to their old way of  treating me.  I went into Albertsons today, and within 3 minutes of  being  in the store, it began again.  The public address system began playing deafening music; everywhere I went, loud laughter and talking.   And bad service at the deli with the woman who gave me terrible service the last time I complained to Albertsons.  As soon as I get off this blog, I’m going into Albertsons’ website and give it my feedback again.  No one is going to get my money and treat me rudely.  As I wrote recently, don’t let anyone abuse you.  Don’t put with it, especially if they’re taking your money.  In my opinion, money speaks.  I’m sure Albertsons doesn’t want to lose customers, especially the way the economy is in Las Vegas, Nevada.  And if someone at Albertsons gets fires, maybe they’ll learn how to treat customers.  Or maybe some of them should think about working somewhere where they don’t have to deal with people. I should really stop going into the stupid store.

One of my readers gave me feedback on how my blog looks.  I’m thankful to him.  He wrote  me that my blog title was in French, and there was some Chinese writing directing my blog to a Chinese site which went nowhere.  If any of you readers see any strange things in my blog, if you get a chance, please let me know.  I would appreciate hearing from you.  Thank you. And thank you, Nico.

WordPress, thank you so much for all your help. Hugs to all of you.

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Gang Stalking – Don’t put up with anyone’s rude behavior.

Honey Chicken (Photo credit: barron)

Albertsons Weekly Ad 4-18-2012 through 4-24-2012 Page 1 (Photo credit: Hotcouponworld.com)

I know targets who have been targeted for many years.  Some, 12, 15, 21 years.  I don’t know how anybody can put up with the garbage we have to put up with for so many years.  I’ve been a target going on 4 years.  And the almost 4 years have been hell on earth.  So I have to say I admire anyone who has had to put with all the bullshit for so long and is still around to tell about it.  So what we targets are going through is nothing new.  This targeting thing has gone on for a long time, before 9/11.  I heard of targets who have had three to four generations of their families suffering the same fate.  How does this happen?  How does  the government get away with targeting people for three, four generations.  It is disgusting.  How does it do it?

I told you about the problems I’ve had at Albertsons, the supermarket.  Every time I went into the store, the people who work there were always rude, or what I ordered was just a mess.  So one day I decided I’d had enough of the rudeness and gave the company my feedback.

Since that time, I’m surprised at how helpful everyone is.  I know it’s a phony nice, but I know they’ve been told to do a better job dealing with customers.  Today was a perfect example of the turnaround.

I went into Albertsons to buy some chicken breast. After buying the meat, I went to the register to pay.  As the cashier rang up my order, he asked me if  I wanted another order of chicken breast.  I responded no.  He said, “You get  another order for free.  Don’t you want it?”  I really didn’t pay attention to what it said on the package.  I was too busy inspecting the meat to make sure it wasn’t bad.  I replied, “Sure I do. I’ll go get another one.”   He said, “Oh, no, I’ll go get it for you.  You stay right there.”  Well, he could have knocked me over!  He went all the way back to the meat section, which took a total of about 8 minutes, to get the meat.  I couldn’t believe it.  And I still don’t believe it.  And he  even called me attractive.  It’s been a long time since anyone’s  called me attractive.  With gang stalking, all women are treated as if they have a disease.  And most of us are made to feel as if we look like monsters.  I don’t know why he was so nice to me, but I decided I’m not going to question his motives.  Maybe he was just being a nice man.   A very nice man.

Any time we targets get treated rudely, we should not let it pass.   We  deserve to be treated like  human beings.  And we should complain to whomever is in charge.  And if that person doesn’t do anything to help, go over his/her head.  And keep complaining until something is done.  If we accept rude behavior, that’s what we’ll continue to get.  Only by speaking up to be treated with respect will we get it.  We don’t deserve anything less.  We spend our hard-earned money in these places, and we should not have to put up with anyone’s bad behavior.  The other day, I walked out of a place that was treating me as if I was going to steal everything in it.  As I walked away, I said, “You just lost my business.”  And returned everything to the cashier. If they want my business, they’re going to have to do a better job of keeping me in the store.

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