Gang Stalking – Another great day in Perplandia.

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For the last week or so, the perps keep ripping the pockets of my jeans.  They rip the jeans, I sew it back, go out and come home with my pockets ripped out.  I think  it’s done with a laser.  They get behind me and hit me with the laser.  And I’m not talking about those big lasers.  There are now some very small lasers that look like pens and can rip things apart without someone knowing what’s going on.  The idiots can’t think of enough stupid things to do.

And yesterday when I came out of a certain store, I saw the white car that constantly follows me around.  I went behind the car to see if it had the same license as the car I see all the time.  The woman in the car saw me looking at the car and took off.  So, today, everywhere I went the same type car with an antenna sticking out was everywhere.  At one point, I was standing by the traffic light waiting to cross, and about 20 white cars with antennas made a left turn and, of course, made sure I saw them.  I can’t believe people can be such zombies. It’s amazing to me how people can be so stupid!  It was white cars with antennas everywhere I turned. I saw at least 200 white cars today.  I wonder how many I’ll see tomorrow. What a bunch of idiots!

And when I was taking a walk, I saw two police officers manhandling a homeless man, so I stopped to watch.  The police officers immediately wanted to know “did I want something?”  I always have an answer ready, because I know how police officers in Las Vegas  are.  They don’t like anyone watching them. They’re really paranoid.  So I put my middle finger up and said, “Is it against the law to show someone the middle finger?”   He answered, “No, no, it isn’t.”  I was going to write something else, but I think I better not. It might get me in trouble. I certainly don’t need any more problems. I have enough.

I asked the police officer the question, because when I liv

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ed in Arizona  it’s against the law to show someone the middle finger. It’s considered profanity in Arizona and a person can get arrested.  My sister, the one who targeted me, was put in jail for 11 days for telling a neighbor to go “F–k herself!”  If  a person complains about someone using profanity, the cops come and give the person a warning.  My sister was given a warning, but she didn’t listen and again told her neighbor to “F–k Off!”  I was at her trial.  It’s the most ridiculous law I’ve ever heard off.  Arizona is like one of those Muslim countries.  Don’t ever live there if you can help it. And then there’s Sheriff Arpaio.  He’s a real Nazi.  Can you believe someone spending 11 days in jail for using profanity?  It’s true. I saw the trial, so it happened.

Enough for today. Have a good night. Sleep well, that is, if you can.

Another great day in Perplandia.

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Gang Stalking – Not “with it” today.

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It seems I’m hacked from everywhere.  I’ve looked all the IP  addresses I had doubts about, and no surprise.  I have hackers from Turkey, France, California, Arizona, and a few other places.  I don’t really know if I’m hacked from these places, or if  it’s just an around about way to divert me from finding out where my hackers really are.

It is so sickening to spend most of my day trying to get on my computer.  Today, I got on my computer about 12 p.m., but here I am at 8:07 p.m. finally able to get on.

I can’t even remember what I was going to write about.  My brain is full of so much garbage from the hacking, I can’t even concentrate.  My brain is on overload.  It’s just like my computer, it can’t take anymore of the b.s. either.

I got on the computer to write, but I can’t for the life of me remember what about.

So I’m getting off.  Maybe tomorrow my brain  will be a little clearer.

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, and hopefully, tomorrow, I’ll be able to write again.

Have a good night all.

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Gang Stalking – …the hell continues.

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When my gang stalking  began, I thought it was going to be for a short while.  That short while has lasted 4 years, and it doesn’t seem as if it’s ever  going to stop.

Four years ago, I thought it was harassment by a single person.  How wrong I was!  I had a problem with a neighbor of mine and I thought the two were somehow connected.

So I thought if I moved, my harassment would stop.  I moved to Arizona to live with my sister.  The first 19 days of the stay with my sister were great.  No one harassed  me, I slept well, and no one bothered me when I went out.  On the 20th day, the harassment began again.  I thought for sure it was obviously my earlier neighbors who were after me.  How naïve I was!  The harassment grew worse the longer I stayed with my sister.

After a while, I began to see that things with my sister were not on the up and up.  I noticed that she always wanted to know where I was going, not because she cared, but because she was spying on me.  I know the difference between someone caring about me, and someone who is out to do no good.

So I was very careful about what I told my sister.  I no longer trusted her and would divulge every little information about what I was doing and going.

When I wouldn’t tell my sister where I was going, she got annoyed.  So I knew I was right not to trust her.

Clothes I had hanging in the closet began to disappear, my handbag got torn, food I bought for myself disappeared, she turned her dog against me, she imitated my style of dressing, continually said nasty things to me, etc.  She seemed to really hate me.

I stay put.  I had to save money to be able to move, so I put up with her abuse.  One time,  when I told her I thought she was part of the harassment, she threatened to beat me up.  I responded in kind and told her that if  she touched me, I’d have her arrested.

She also seemed to know what was really happening.  She’d make remarks about things that were done to me.  And she was always asking me if something done to me bothered me.  At the time, I didn’t  understand anything.

But the more I stayed with her, the more I found out what was going on.

Every time we would go out together, she’d disappear.  And immediately I’d start getting zapped.  It took me a while to realize she was doing the zapping to me when we went out.  Others were also doing it, but so was she.

My stay at her house came to a showdown.  I out-and-out accused her of  being a bitch.  She told me to get out of her house. I gladly did.  I ended up getting a room at a roach motel.  And the harassment continued.  Now I knew that something strange was really  going on.

My harassment began in my former apartment, it continued at my sister’s house, the streets, the bus, everywhere I went.  But still, I had an open mind, maybe the former neighbors paid all the people to harass me? But where would someone get that kind of money?  Certainly not from my former neighbors. They weren’t rich.

So I kept moving and moving.  And everywhere I went, the harassment continued.  What in the world was going on?  I decided I was going to find out.  I read books and books on stalking.  Nothing really fit my situation.

Then I went to Google and typed in stalking.  What I got back was amazing.  There was something about gang stalking, so I read about it.  It directed me to a site called “Gangstalking Word.WordPress.com.”   Bingo, the man was writing about the terrible experience he was going through with people harassing him everywhere he went.  Everything he wrote sounded as if it was coming from my mouth.  So now I knew the name of the harassment.  I read everything I could find on the subject, and I couldn’t believe how many people were going through the same thing!

So here  I am,  4 years later, an  expert on the subject of gang stalking. Well, I can’t really call myself “an expert.”  I still have a lot of questions I haven’t been able to get answers to.  But I know a hell lot more than 4 years ago.

I do know that what I’m going through is not going to end any time soon.  That it will probably be with me for the rest of my life…the hell continues.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – My diary…gone.

Today if I come up with a few four letter words, I want to apologize beforehand.

I’m guess you can say I’m angry today. Today I discovered a diary I tried to hide from the freaks (gang stalkers) was no longer a secret. I’d hidden the diary in the only  place I thought was safe. But since the freaks found it,  I guess it was not a safe place.

I discovered that the diary no longer exists. All but about four of the pages are  missing. Five pages left that are meaningless. All the things I’d written, private thoughts, are out there for all to see. They just tore the pages out. They didn’t’ even try to  hide the fact that pages are missing.

This is a diary I’ve kept for years, since about the age of 16. To discover the freaks have it really makes me want to behead every one of them.

This is the second time someone has taken pages out of my diary. The first time it happened was when I was living with my sister in Arizona. I left the diary in my suitcase (locked) when I decided to come to Vegas to check it out. I left the suitcase behind because I was returning to Arizona, and then moving to Vegas.

Before I left Arizona, I decided to go through all my things and throw out what I felt I no longer needed. While going through my stuff, I ran across my diary. So I began to look through it. About 20 pages were missing. The only one who had access to my diary was my sister. She even left a note in the diary. I was very angry the first time  I discovered  pages missing from  my diary.   I forced myself not to say anything to my sister. I Needed a place to stay, and I knew if I said anything to her, she’d throw me out. So I kept quiet, but my insides were  festering.   I, somehow, managed to  control myself.

So now to discover the freaks stole most of the pages out of my diary was another stab in the back.  Now I understand some of the remarks that they’ve  made to me.

So I’m going to burn  the  five or six pages I have left.  Every time I look at the diary it makes me think  of the awful things I’ve had to endure.  It’s better to let it go, and start new memories.

Well, I’ve managed to control myself and not use profanity.  Believe me, the anger I feel for what these freaks have put me through pales in comparison to my anger.

Countdown:  114 blogs to write.

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