Gang Stalking – “Do you know who I Am??!!!,” she asked.

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I’ve thought and thought, who could have done this to me?  Who could have reported me as a dangerous person?  Who?  Could it have been my sister?  My property manager?  The zealot that lived next to me?

It could be anyone I ran into in my life and did not have good interaction with.

But who?

I think I’m getting closer to figuring out who it was, or I’ve figured out who it is.

When I first moved to Las Vegas, I got a room in a quad.  How do explain what a quad is to those you who never heard of a quad?

The easiest way I can explain it is this way.

I had  a room, and there were three others who shared a room.  We all had our own corner rooms, and shared the kitchen and refrigerator.  Two of us used the same bathroom.

The woman who lived next to me was always complaining about me. I don’t know what about. I never did anything to her. I left every day to go to work and barely saw her.  I remember, though, that she always complained about me taking a shower. Why? I have no idea.  I took a shower every day, maybe that annoyed her.  As soon as I got out of the shower, she’d go into the shower and turn it on. She never took a shower, just turned it on.  To annoy me, I guess.

After a while,  I got sick of her complaining and told her off.  I remember vividly one day, she said to me, “Do you know who I am??!!”  I replied, “I don’t know who you are and I don’t care.”  Well, she was really pissed off.  After that she began playing her radio loudly. At nighttime, she’d turn her t.v. on and it was also very loud.

And I remember from that day on, there was loud radios playing wherever I went. And it didn’t matter where I went, loud radios playing everywhere.

And every apartment I moved to,  someone always played their radio loudly.

This happened in 2004.  And I think that’s really where my gang stalking began. With the alcoholic woman who lived next to me.

So, I think it’s really been eight years that I’ve been a victim of gang stalking, not four, as I thought.

The targeting starts slowly, so they can work their way up to full harassment, and a person won’t be able to remember where the targeting began.

I think the woman I met in the quad is the one who reported me as a dangerous person.  She’s the one who’s caused my life to become a living hell, like her life.

She went after me because I didn’t acknowledge her importance to the world, and she was going to make sure I got punished for it.

I’m almost 99% certain that this woman began my horrible journey into hell.

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Gang Stalking – Imagine living the life of a target.

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I’m still bothered by the suicide of one of the targets.  One day she’s here, next gone.  Life today seems to have so little meaning to some people.  Drive someone to kill herself and think nothing of it. Just keep going on with their life as if nothing happened.  I would really like to meet some of the freaks who pushed her over the edge.

I can understand why someone would want to kill her

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self.  You, who read my blog, who are not targets, have absolutely no idea the hell all of us targets  go through every day.  Just imagine you  have not  a moment to yourself.  Just imagine having someone break into your house or apartment every single day.  Just imagine having your clothes torn.  Just imagine having your food poisoned.  Just imagine having things destroyed – photographs, paintings, family photos.  Just imagine everybody you meet thinking you’re crazy, alcoholic, violent, a thief, pedophile.

Now, if this happened to you every single day, how would you feel?  I bet you wouldn’t feel too good.  You’d start getting paranoid, not trusting anyone. Imagine this happening to you year after year. You would turn to the police for help, but you wouldn’t get any help, because they’re in on the harassment.  And the police would even accuse you of making things up. Perhaps you would turn to your family for help. No help from your family, either. They’re in on it, too.  You try the government. The government does nothing to help.  Everywhere you turn, you’re rebuffed.

This is our life.  A very miserable life.  I can understand why someone might want to end it.

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Gang Stalking – We targets will never forget!

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Today as usual, I went out and checked the area around my apartment.  I do this every time I leave home, or in the morning when I get up.  The front of my apartment looked all right.  No cigarette butts, no paper, no twigs, no dog poop.  There isn’t a day I go out there that there isn’t something someone put in front of my apartment.  But nothing today.  I went around to the side of my apartment and I see something.  Close up, dog poop again.  The gang stalkers put the dog poop on the side of my apartment to draw ants to it. They probably didn’t think I’d look at the side.  Wrong they were.  I picked up the dog poop with a plastic bag I have to put things strewn around my apartment.  I did not put the poop in the garbage.  I put it somewhere else.  I’m not saying where, but you can guess where.  Why let good poop go to waste?

Also, today, as I was walking to get my mail, I passed a man who lives about 8 doors from me.  The man is an alcoholic.  I used to see him come home from work and see him struggling to put his key in the hole.  It took him a while to do it.  Sometimes a neighbor would offer to open it for him, but he always refused.  Then one day, he must have decided to get sober.  I watched him go from a guy with a paunch to a slim version of himself.  He looked healthier, handsomer, no big tummy.  He easily opened his door without a problem.    And then about 6 months ago, he began drinking again.  His sobriety did not last long.  The man is back to having trouble opening his door.  He’s never spoken a word to me, nor I him.  But while he was sober, he would always give me dirty looks every time he passed me. I never said anything.  Today, as he passed me in a drunken stupor, he called me “a fucking bitch” and kept rambling something about me.  I paid no attention and kept on walking.  I used to feel bad for this man, I no longer do.

I was watching a video on YouTube from a target.  The video was of a man who has been a target for over 15 years.  He shot his video as he walked along a highway.  He looked tired, his eye were sunken in, his hair disheveled, his skin blotchy.  He spoke as he walked along the highway.  He spoke of being followed 24/7, being driven from his home, losing his family, his job, and having no friends.  He spoke about how he’d gone from being a good-looking guy to one who’s losing his hair due to lack of nourishment and the abuse he has to suffer every day.  He said he was now homeless and had no place to go.  I could feel the suffering he’s going through.  It made me cry that someone like this man has to be degraded to such a low point in his life. I could tell by the way he spoke that’s he’s an educated man, but to see him in the video you’d never believe it.  This is what’s done to us targets.    Abused and degraded by a bunch of lowlifes who will do anything to destroy us for whatever sick reason they’re doing it.   I think about him and hope that he’s able to get some help.  That’s he able to get his life in order and recover from the abuse.   The gang stalkers are dirt bags who should be in  jail.  They should suffer the same abuse as we’re experiencing. We targets will never forget what’s  been done to us.  And we will get our day in court!

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Gang Stalking – Lies told about you: alcoholic, mentally ill, etc.

 

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If you read my blog, you know that I was thrown out of the library a year ago.  I wrote in my blog  that as soon as my time was up, I’d head straight for the library and get a library card.

Well, my year is up.  I headed for the library with the card someone accused me of stealing.  As I got closer to the library, my nerves were getting the better of me.  I didn’t know how things would go.  Would they me let back into the library, and if they didn’t, how would I react?  As I walked up the stairs of the library,  I held my head high and walked into the library. My legs began to shake.  I opened the door and almost hit myself.  I walked over to the girl at the front desk and handed her my card.  The card I ‘d been accused of stealing.  She said to me, “It says here you used foul language and used someone else’s I.D.  I replied, “That card is the one I was accused of stealing and that is my card.  And I did not use anyone’s I.D.”   She replied, “Well, I have to talk with the supervisor and see if it’s all right to give you a new card.”  She came back with the woman who’d thrown me out of the library.  I have to tell you I was not too happy to see her.  She’d set me up to get me thrown out of the library, and she knew I didn’t do anything.

She told the girl it was all right to give me a new library card.  The girl asked her, “Does she have to pay for a new card? She didn’t lose her card.”   The woman replied, “No.  We’re giving her a break.”  I responded, “Giving me a break! How?”  The woman responded, “By not charging you.”  The woman had set me up, thrown  me out of the library and lied about me using foul language.  Give me a break!

While I was waiting for my library card, the supervisor brought over a security guard.  She was talking to him, and telling him I should be watched. Later on, when I was downstairs waiting to use the computer, I caught him trying to take a picture of me. When I saw him, I said, “Do you want me to pose for you?”  The security guard laughed and said he was not taking a picture of me. If he was not trying to take a picture of me that means he was trying to use his phone to hit me.

I’m writing about the incident at the library because this is the sort of thing that will happen to you as a target. There is nothing the savages won’t do to you.  You’ll get thrown out of libraries, stores, community centers, buses, etc.  You’ll  never be  left alone.  And the lies they tell about you are outrageous. Lies like you’re very violent, an alcoholic, on medication for mental illness, called a Lesbian, or a pedophile, if you’re a man.  They’ll lie and say you’re a thief, sex addict, and any nasty thing they can pin on you.  Whatever evil is in the world, they’ll say you committed.  They’ll slander your reputation non-stop.  You go from being a decent, hard-working, honest, don’t bother anyone kind of person, to one that is the scum of the earth.  A person that is so bad that you need  to  be under surveillance  24/7.

They’ll screw you in any way they can. None of them has an ounce of humanity.  They’ve been told to treat targets  like dirt and they do.  They enjoy it.  Finally, they’ve been given power they never had before and take full advantage of it. If they could get away with killing you, I’m sure they would.

If you’re new to targeting, you will experience a lot of incidents as the one I did above.  Every minute of the rest of your life will make you think you died and went straight to hell. And as far as I can tell, it never ends.   Some people have been victims of gang stalking for over 40 years, for most of their lives.  So gang stalking is  nothing new.  Because of 9/11 and the terrorists (and the Patriot Act in the U.S.),  a lot more citizens have become targets.

I wish I could give you good news and tell you things will get better, but they won’t.  If anything, they’ll probably get worse as time goes by.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – The woman upstairs.

The woman who lives upstairs  gang stalks me by spraying me with pesticide.  She’s been doing it since January 31, 2011.  She’s been the third person whose tried to get  me into doing something crazy.  So far, she has not succeeded.  For one, she has a problem.  She’s an alcoholic.  And while I’m not judging anyone who is an alcoholic, people should drink themselves into the ground,  if  that’s their desire, I take full advantage of her incoherence.   I should say, she has a few problems.  She also has a drug problem.  I see her at night standing by the gated fence getting something from a man who just always happens to be walking by every night.  And as I stated, if you want  to  dope yourself to death, go for it.

When she’s drinking, the drinking works in my favor.   She’s too zoned out and drunk to have the energy to spray me with pesticide.  So on the nights she’s drunk/high, she doesn’t bother me.  But on the nights she’s not,  she sprays me all night and I’m unable to sleep.  When she drinks, she’s really nasty the next day.  Like today, I passed her on my way to the bus.  She began to curse at me and told me she was going to beat me up.  She’s thrown me down on the sidewalk before.  I complain to the management office, but nothing comes of it. She’s a big woman and can easily push me.  In total, I weight 120 or less.  She weights about 150 plus, so she has about 30 pounds to work with.  When she’s not spraying me, her boyfriend of the moment takes over.

As I stated I’m not judgmental, but when you mess with my right to live a safe life, then I become very judgmental.  If I can’t live a safe live, neither can you.  I will do everything in my power to get back at you.

And this woman has made my life a  living hell.  She throws things in front of my door, cigarette butts, pieces of paper, cans, bottles, dog feces, chicken pieces to draw ants and roaches into my apartment;  whatever she can do  to draw electricity into my apartment.

She never, ever goes out,  only when I leave my apartment.  Otherwise, her job is to be a constant non-stop nuisance in my life.  That’s her job to annoy the hell out of me so I’ll do something crazy.  She’s a 24/7 annoyance.   She annoys me and expects me to just take her garbage.  A few times I’ve called her a bitch.  She can annoy me, but don’t I dare do anything to her!.  That’s the way it ways with the gang stalkers.  They can dish it out, but they can’t take it.  Well, it doesn’t work that way.  You annoy the hell out of me, I’m going to annoy the hell out of you, otherwise, leave me alone.