Gang Stalking – Women nicer than men? I don’t think so.

A 2007 Alexander Dennis Enviro 500 sporting “DEUCE” fleetname and livery in Las Vegas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Venice in Las Vegas, Nevada (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Infant explorers (Photo credit: hcplebranch)

The whiny cry babies were out in full force today.

I had nothing to do in the last two days, so I didn’t go out.  So, of course, the perps missed me. If I’m not  out and they can’t annoy the hell out of me, they don’t get paid.  Just the thought of going out when I  have nothing to do, has become real hell. I used to go to the park, or go to a movie, or go see an art show.  But those days are over.  Every place I go I’m  so full of angst, that I’d just rather stay home. Staying home is no better, but at least I don’t have to look at their faces.

I had to get on the bus today, and as always, being on the bus is the pits.  Everybody on the bus knows who I am, and as soon as I get on the bus, the perps all perk up, especially the women.  The women start shoving babies in my direction. What prostitutes these women are!  If  they’re willing to abuse their babies, what other things won’t they do?

(I finished typing my blog, but the hackers deleted what I typed. Bastards!  So I have to retype the paragraphs they deleted.)

Well, let’s see if I can remember what I typed?

The women all get their phones out and point them in my direction.  I start feeling the electricity from their phones right away. The men do the same, but the women seem to take more pleasure in hitting me than the men do. All the women begin to talk loudly, even though they’re sitting right next to each other. You would think that they’re sitting miles and miles from each other. They begin playing their radios, and the bus driver doesn’t say anything.  And then they begin imitating everything I do.  I cross my legs, they cross their legs. I touch my hair, they touch their hair.  I get something out to read, they take something out to read. And worse of all, is their smirky smiles. I’d like to wipe their smile off their freaking faces.

And, of course, the bus driver is also doing his best to make my bus ride miserable.  He keeps screeching his brakes, pumping them a lot, and has all the bus lights on, even though it’s a bright, sunny day in Las Vegas and there’s no need for the lights to be on.

When I was younger, I used to hear that the world would be a better place if women were in charge. I used to believe this. I don’t believe it anymore.  As a target, I’ve had a lot of experience dealing with women who are perps.  They are no less mean than the men, and if anything, they’re nastier. And they seem to get more pleasure being nasty.  I’m way over thinking women are better creatures than men.  When it comes to abusing someone, women are just as abusive as men.  And the world would not be a better place if women were in charge.  I think I would fear more for my life if women were in charge.

And for those who believe women are better creatures, good for you. If I were you, I’d watch my back.

Okay, bring it on!

P.S. The Deuce buses above are the ones I ride in Las Vegas.

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Gang Stalking – The gang stalking game; no one is winning.

Lion’s head at Kamakura-gu. Eats bad luck away (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Silhouette of lips (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Yesterday,  I woke up with a swollen lip.  Today, the lip  is swollen even more.  It’s the pesticide they spray on me all the time.  I’m drowning in the stuff.  I can smell it all day, and my clothes have brown spots all over them. Well, I was going to write something else about the clothes, but I think it’s wiser if I don’t give up any of my secrets.

It saddens me that many targets can’t live normal lives.   Instead of targets living life to the fullest, they’re driven to constantly think about how to best protect themselves.  Targets should be working, having babies, getting married, falling in love, taking great vacations, going to school, retiring after years of hard work, getting together with friends for a great meal, getting engaged, starting businesses.    But a lot of us don’t have the luxury of doing any of these things.  We’re lucky if we have one day without a gang stalker harassing us.  We’re lucky if we have a day without anything awful happening to us.  Every day is a “bad luck” day.  We have miserable day after miserable day.  If one day is bad, we can expect the next day to be worse.  It never gets better.

And most of us are alone, because the people in our lives have let us down, or betrayed us.  And there’s no one we can trust, because almost any one we meet is a gang stalker and can’t be trusted.  We can’t seem to get a break no matter what we do.  If we try to be friendly to people we meet, usually they  turn out to be gang stalkers.  We just can’t seem to win.

But if we have it bad, the gang stalkers don’t have it any better.  Once someone becomes a gang stalker, he/she becomes part of the organization he joins and has to follow certain rules.  He/she has to bring his wife/husband, children into the gang stalking life.  If the wife/husband don’t want to become a gang stalker, she/he probably will become a target. And the children have to join to get used to the life that they will probably have to live.  The children are the future gang stalkers and will think nothing of following in their parents’  footsteps.  Gang stalkers are not as free to do what they want as you might think.    The gang stalkers  have people who monitor what they do.   These people make sure the gang stalkers are on the job and not goofing off.  Gang stalkers  get into trouble if they’re caught talking to a target. They  are not supposed to say anything to the targets, because targets have to keep believing what’s happening to them is not real and is the target’s imagination.

Not only are targets not living their life, but gang stalkers have no life, either.  They’re at the mercy of the organization. Any time they’re called, they have to show up to do their job harassing targets. Maybe some day, the gang stalkers will get tired, and confess  to what they’ve done.  I can only hope.

So a lot of misery gets spread around.  Targets and gang stalkers are both losers.  The only ones winning are the top-level people.  The rest of us are all suffering.  Gang stalking makes no sense at all.

Today, if this blog makes no sense, I wrote it half asleep.  I got very little sleep last  night.

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Gang Stalking – Fighting back = one less freak on the street.

Stalker (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

About A Year Ago... (Stalker Version) (Photo credit: K!T) If you notice, everyone is wearing black and blue. A typical gang stalking gimmick. Imitate target.

Stalking Expanded. (Photo credit: LexnGer) capturing gang stalker.

As I wrote yesterday,  you have every right to protect yourself. You have the right to fight back.  The gang stalkers feel that they can do to targets whatever they want and not suffer the consequences.  I feel I have the right to do to gang stalkers what they do to me.  If they don’t want someone to target them, then they should quit their gang stalking.  I say fight back.  The reason gang stalkers think they can lord it over you, it’s because a lot of targets don’t retaliate.  If targets retaliate, you’ll see that a lot of the gang stalkers will quit doing this kind of work. Nobody. Nobody has the right to abuse you!  Most of the gang stalkers are babies.  Do to them what they do to you and see how they react.  They don’t like it!  I say retaliate.  The number of gang stalkers going after you will decrease. And if targets all retaliate, the gang stalkers will be too scared to go after us.

A few days ago, I was on the bus and I heard the following conversation. It was between a former gang stalker and someone thinking of becoming one:

Former gang stalker:   No, don’t do it.  It really hurts when they hit you.

Newbie:   I need a job.  It sounds like an easy job, and I really need the money.

Former gang stalker:  I’m telling you, don’t do it.  You’re not going to like it.  I couldn’t take it.  I quit.

Newbie:  Yeah, but I think I’ll do all right.  I can take it.

Former gang stalker:  If you do it, you’re going to regret it.  You have to be out there all the time with people hitting you all day.

Newbie:  I think I can take it.

Former gang stalker:  I’m telling you, it really hurts. They hit you back all the time.

Newbie:  Well, I’m going to give it a try.

Former gang stalker: Well, do what you want, but I’m telling you it really hurts. It hurts a lot.  Some of them hit you all the time.

Newbie:  Thanks, but I need a job.

I got off the bus and couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation.  But this conversation shows me that fighting back is the way to go.  We have to fight back to protect ourselves.  As you can read, the former gang stalker quit because targets hit her back. If the targets she was following didn’t retaliate, she’d still be working as a gang stalker.  One less freak on the street.  A word of warning, be very subtle when you retaliate.  Be as sneaky as the gang stalkers.  Protect yourself.  You have every right to defend yourself.  It’s your right!

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