Gang Stalking – Perps missing a lot of brain cells.

English: Bathroom Refacing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, as is typical when I come into the library, the place is full of perps.  All of them trying to hit me with electricity from their computers, or from their phones. The s–t just never stops. These people are so stupid that I can’t even fathom how they think. I don’t think most of them have too many brain cells.

I don’t know who lives next to me anymore.  I don’t know if it’s the Moroccans, or someone else.  I saw the Moroccans moving a lot of boxes, so I don’t know if they were sending care packages to their family, or moving somewhere else. But whomever lives next to me is ridiculous.  She/he spends all day long sitting around waiting  for me to go into the bathroom.  Every time I enter the bathroom, he/she has to turn on the water.  Boy, that must be really exciting.  Sitting around waiting for me to go to the bathroom so she/it can run the water.  Stupid, isn’t it?  No brain cells!

Anyway, I’m not going to stay on too long today, I must go apartment hunting.  I just came into the library to answer any comments made by my readers.  Readers, you keep me going. Thank you.

P.S. Since I have to come to the library to use the computer, I’ll be slower in my responses to your comments. So, please, be patient with me. Thanks.

Hi, I decided to come back to the library. Of course, everybody’s gone home. There are two computers unused.  I sat right down and began typing.

While I was gone, I went shopping for  food.  I went into a “unname” store and got a few things and water.  I finished shopping and went to the front to pay.  I was behind a man on-line and the cashier took his finger and twirled it around his ear and pointed in my direction.  All of us did this as a kid, so you know it means crazy.  So I  took my finger, twirled it around and pointed it at the cashier. I did it over and over. The cashier dared not look. The man in line began laughing at what I was doing.  The cashier put my water in a bag, which they usually don’t do. I became suspicious.  When I left the store, I took out the water to see what he’d done.  The water was squirting all over the place.  Ok, I said to myself. You want to f–k  with me, I’ll f–k with you, too.  I went back into the store. put the water on the that turnaround thing with the plastic bags, and the water squirted all  over the plastic bags, on the cashier, and everything got wet.  The cashier ran to get paper towels and tried to dry himself and the floor.  In the meantime, I’d left my food by the cashier and ran to get another water. When I came back to the front, the cashier was no longer smiling and still cleaning up the mess. He also had another helper.  Since I’d left my food by the cashier,  I loudly checked to make sure nothing been taken out. Before I left the store, I put on a big smile and told the cashier to have a good day.  He sure did not look happy.

When I left the store, I went to pay my rent.  The manager asked me, “Do you want a receipt?”  She knows I always want a receipt so she purposely always asks to annoy me. I said, “Yes, I do. I don’t trust anyone in here.”  She got a call while she was writing my receipt. While on the phone, she took her middle finger and ran it up and down the crack of her breast.  So I took my finger and did the same thing. She looked at me and was going to say  something, but stopped herself and her finger.

You want to f–k with me, I’ll do the same thing back. I know it sounds childish what I did, but, hey, we targets need to have some fun, too.

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Gang Stalking – Associated Press, welcome to the world of American targets!

Logo on the former AP Building in New York City (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Seal of the United States Department of Justice (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, well, well, Associated Press, welcome to my world.

Did you read the stories today on what the government was doing to AP people in 2012?  The Justice Department secretly obtained two months worth of telephone records of reporters and editors.

The reporters were having their calls hacked.

Again, AP, welcome to my world.

I can’t say I feel sympathy for the AP people.  Most of them aren’t real reporters.  If they were, what’s happening to us targets would long ago been discovered.   All these reporters do is regurgitate what some other reporters write and don’t really go out in the field and investigate anything.

Now, all these AP people are up in arms about the government investigating  them.  How dare the government do this to them!

Again, AP, welcome to my world and the world of other targets.   Maybe if you reporters did your job of being journalists correctly,  maybe you’d have discovered it’s happening to a lot of Americans.

Now, AP, it’s happening to you.  My heart sings.  Maybe it should happen to more journalists.  Maybe  you journalists will wake up and realize what’s going on with the government’s intrusion into our lives

All the press organizations are going to get together and protest the government’s intrusion into the press’  first amendment rights.

Again, AP, welcome to my world.

I haven’t had first amendment rights in years.  My phone’s hacked, computer, too,  and cameras have been put in my home. AP, maybe they’ll put cameras in your bathroom so they can watch you when you have to poo.  Now, wouldn’t you like that?  You think it’s bad having them listen to your phone calls, wait until they watch you poo. That’s real fun. Maybe, AP, you should check your bathrooms for break-ins.

AP and other press organization, go out and protest, but know that you’re not doing your job.  You’ve failed on that score. You’ve failed on the fact that we expect our press people to find out the truth and report it.  But you Press people haven’t done that. You’ve listened to your government and fallen short on what’s really happening in the U.S.  You’ve become pawns of the U.S. government.  You’ve failed, failed, failed.  Now suffer the consequences.

AP, welcome to my world and the world of other targets.  We’ve been suffering without anyone willing to listen to our complaints.  Maybe now you’ll listen to what we have to say.  Now you know what it feels like to have your world turned upside down.  Maybe now you’ll all become better reporters.  But I doubt you will.  You haven’t suffered enough.

Associated Press, welcome to the world of American targets!

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

English: Shower (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Listening to the news on shower radio (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Vector image of the Las Vegas sign. Português: Imagems vectorial da placa de Las Vegas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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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Is this the future?

This is the future.

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By Doug Newman
When I read that Senator Barbara Boxer (D-Hell) proposed letting governors use national guard troops to increase school security, I was reminded of this picture. Yes, it is photoshopped, but it conveys a profound point. Is there any point at which those who love the police state won’t stop? As with any breach of the Constitution, you must ask: what is going to be next?

And do not miss William Grigg’s piece about this outrage.

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Gang Stalking – A creep(s) makes himself at home in my apartment.

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English: The kitchen in a Stafford apartment (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Every time I leave my apartment, I think about how long it will take the gang stalker(s) to  enter my apartment.

And then I begin to think how disgusting it is to have some creep go through my apartment.  The creep looking at my underwear, my food, touching the food.  Looking at my life through his creepy self.   I think of the creep entering my bedroom and looking through my clothes, deciding if he’s going to rip it that day, or doing something  just as nasty. Perhaps taking my clothes with him to show and tell meetings.  Or going into my kitchen and putting a roach on my food, or throwing out my water and filling it with disgusting tap water.  Or perhaps going into my bathroom and taking my deodorant, toothpaste, or soap.  It creeps me out that some sub-human is making himself at home in my apartment while I’m out doing something. Or perhaps he’ll decide to look through my magazines or old mail.  And fold a page of the magazine over, so I’ll know he’s been in my apartment again.

This is what I think about when I go out.  I imagine the creep sitting on my toilet and not flushing it, as he’s done before.

These are the kind of things I have to think about.  About some creep wandering around in my apartment and making himself at home.  And I think, there’s nothing  I can do it.  And he  knows there’s nothing I can do about it.  So he doesn’t worry about getting caught.  Because he knows he’ll be notified  when I’m coming home, so he can leave.  The creep knows exactly where I am every minute.

He has plenty of time to destroy whatever he wants.  He can remove the screws from my chair, so I’ll hurt myself.  Or he can put fingerprint all over my kitchen table,  or on my bedroom mirror.  Or he can drill  more holes in my floor.  Or take some eggs, because he needs some, or just to make me think I’m losing it.

This is what I think of when I leave my apartment.

It makes me angry that he can just enter my home and do whatever the hell he wants in it.

It makes me sick.

I’d like to catch him some time, but I know I never will.  He has too many others who work with him and will help him do whatever needs doing to destroy whatever I own. Or tear my self-esteem and feel good doing it.

It makes me sick that people like this exist in this world.  And there’s nothing I can do about it.

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Gang Stalking – Harassed by illegal aliens.

English: two persons eating at bathroom themed Modern Toliet in Taipei, Taiwan (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Citizenship For Sale (Garage Sale 2012) … Foreign investors flock to U.S. (June 11, 2012) …item 3.. Monumental Maneuver (Jun 20, 2012) … (Photo credit: marsmet481)

Yesterday,  I didn’t come home early. I don’t like to be away from my apartment for too long, because the perps will make themselves at home. They don’t have to worry about being caught.  Someone will always warn them I’m on my way.

I came home last night and immediately headed for the bathroom.  I was about to sit on the seat and noticed that someone had been in my bathroom and left me a gift.  They’d used my toilet and left their feces and lots of toilet paper in the toilet. The bathroom had a terrible smell, so it was there for a long time.

On top of that, some of my food was missing.

I also found some vapor rub and toilet cleanser,  which I’d thrown out when I moved from my old apartment.

Living in this new apartment is not working out for me.  I live in apartment 208, and three doors from me, there lives a family that has so many people coming in and out that I can’t keep track of who really lives there.  And I don’t really care how many people live there, but they all sit in front of their apartment and make lots of noise, play their radio loudly, and have their children run back and forth to my apartment.  There’s one woman whose loud laughter would give anyone a headache.  And this goes on all day.

And there’s a woman who lives in apartment 110 who is always outside when I go out.  There isn’t a time that I can go out that she’s not waiting for me.  She always aims her phone at me and acts like she’s an angel.  Today I went out to empty the garbage, and she was outside as always, and she had four women with her.  As I passed them, I gave them the finger. Of course, they acted, oh, so shock, because they’re all so innocent and I’m the evil one. One of them followed me and wanted to know why I’d given them the finger.  I kept walking and did not respond.  As I walked toward the dumpster, there were four or five men hanging around, and the woman began telling them about what I did. They all began making remarks.  I ignored them all as I walked back to my apartment.  The women were still out when I passed them on my way to my apartment. As I was walking up the stairs, I said to all of them, “Maybe I’ll call the police and tell them you’re all illegal aliens.” I did not stay around to see their expressions.

We’re American citizens and we get picked on by a bunch of people who don’t even belong here, but, yet, they feel safe to harass me because they know nothing will happen to them.  Not only are these people breaking the law by being here illegally, but they’re committing a crime by harassing me.  It seems illegal aliens have more rights than an American citizen does.  I have nothing against illegal aliens, but I do, when illegals like these can do whatever they want to a citizen.

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Gang Stalking – Living the disgusting life of a target.

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Refrigerator (Photo credit: Jo Bourne)

Bathroom 1 (Photo credit: A30_Tsitika)

I’ve written before about the way I have to live,  but I want to update you on my living situation.

I’ve told you about my window, which is not attached to the frame.  I’ve gone to the office and complained to the complex manager about it, but nothing’s been done. She keeps telling me that it’ll get fixed, but so far, nada, nothing.  I’ve given up on driving myself crazy and taped the window to the frame.  This way I feel a little more secure at night.  I used to look out my window late at night and see many men walking around the front of my door.   Since then, I carry a knife to bed with me, for when one of them removes the tape around  the window and tries to get in. I’m ready to fight for my life.

I’ve also complained about the floor board.  It was already out when I moved in. It was purposely removed so electricity can hit me from outside.  I’ve bought wooden slats and I put them around where the floor board should be, but it still doesn’t really stop  electricity from hitting me.

The carpet when I moved in was old and dirty looking.  It’s dirtier looking and uglier than ever.  There were  holes in the carpet when I moved in.  There are more holes now than before. And this is done to attract electricity from underneath.  What I’ve done is put tape on all the holes that I can see.  So imagine this picture.  A really ugly-looking grey carpet with tape all over the floor.  What’s amazing is that every time the maintenance man comes into my apartment, he never says anything about the tape on my carpet.  I really dare him to say something to me about the tape, because I have an answer ready for him.  So he doesn’t dare ask.

They removed the lower left side of my kitchen cabinet.  The cabinet is next to the oven.  He  removed the side so any electricity from the oven can escape and hit me.

My refrigerator is just a mess.  With one side of the compressor coil removed, it sends electricity throughout my apartment.  I complained to the maintenance man about this and he told me this is the way it’s supposed to look.  I told him that’s not the way it’s supposed to look.  He just looked at me and, with the straightest face, told me that’s the way it is.  Does he think I just fell off a turnip truck?  I don’t know too much about refrigerators, but I know when something doesn’t look right.  And the compressor with a broken coil does not look right.  So he didn’t it fix and left. I also found electrical parts that belong on a VCR or t.v. attached to the refrigerator cord.  I also complained about this not belonging there and he told me they do.  I’ve  looked at many refrigerator backs, and I’ve never seen electrical parts that belong on a VCR and t.v. attached to a refrigerator cord.  Does he really think I’m that stupid?  I’ve taken pictures of the back of the refrigerator.  I’m using it as proof for when I need it.  I hope it sends them all to jail!

In the bathroom, he removed the glue, or whatever it’s called, around the bottom rim of the bathtub.  He did that to let water out.  The floor gets wet and roaches will come running into my bathroom for the water.  He also removed the glue around the bottom of the toilet, same reason.

I have a mirror in my bathroom, but I  keep it covered 24/7, because I’m suspicious that they can see me from the other side of the mirror.  I know they can see into my apartment because the experiences I’ve had outside my apartment.  When I’m out, someone will imitate something I’ve done in my apartment and nowhere else.  And when I leave my apartment, many times, gang stalkers will be wearing exactly the same color I’m wearing that day, even though they didn’t see me outside.  So I know they can look into my apartment.  The bastards!

I decided I’m going to walk around the way I want.  If the perverts want to watch me, I say “go ahead” because you’re not going to make me change the way I walk around.  Have your fun, you perverts.  You’re all sick!  Sick!  Sick!  Did any of you perverts ever think of seeing a psychiatrist?  You definitely need to see one.  I can suggest one.  You all definitely need to see one!  Especially the sicko in apartment 111. I think he spends all his time watching porn.

Oh, I forgot to tell you about my air conditioner.  In the summer, the air conditioner runs hot.  In the winter, it runs cold.  So they did something to the temperature gauge.  And the air conditioner never, never goes off.  It stays on all the time.

I’m sure they do some of these things to you, too.  They do the same thing over and over to targets.

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Gang Stalking – Crazy? No. It’s “gas lighting” you’re experiencing.

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Paper towel roll on stand (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Gaslighting”  is, as described in Wikipedia,  a form of psychological abuse in which information is presented with the intent of making a victim doubt his or her own memory and perception.  The term comes from the play “Gas Light” and film adaptation “Gaslighting”.  The victim’s husband uses a gas light  to make her think she’s crazy. The husband turns the lights on and off and then denies that the lights are going on and off, making the victim think she’s “losing it.”  The term’s been used since the l970s.

Lately, this is what’s been happening to me.  A lot of  “gas lighting”.   They’re doing things to me to make me want to  doubt my sanity, but I’m well aware of what is going on.  I didn’t wake up yesterday and take a pill for  “stupid.”  I know what’s happening.

Some of the things they’re doing to me are really stupid.  I no longer put my bath towel on the rack in the bathroom.  When I did, I would find finger prints all over the towel.  So, instead, I hang my towel on the pole in my closet.  Well, what they been doing is placing the towel on a hanger, which I did not do, to make me question myself.  I’m damn well aware of where I’ve placed my towel.  I put a piece of cardboard on top of my refrigerator and find it on the floor near my window.  I put my paper towels in my kitchen cabinet and find it on top of my refrigerator.  They take food from my apartment and then return it a day later.  I turn my oven off when I leave home and come home and find it on.  I turn off my circuit board, to save on electricity, and come home find it turned on. Oh, for a while, I had to replace toilet paper almost every day.  I’d put a new roll of toilet paper in the bathroom and come home and find an empty roll.  Right away, I knew what they were doing.  Trying to make me question my sanity.

Before I leave home, I always double-check, triple check sometimes, to make sure everything that should be off is off.  So I know when I get home exactly what the gang stalkers did while I was gone.   There’s really not much they can do in my apartment.  My apartment has very few things in it.  I purposely don’t have much of anything.  So there’s not much they can do to make me think I’ve lost it.  I also take pictures of where I’ve placed everything, so if I doubt myself, all I have to do is look at my pictures.

So if you’re a target and think you’re going crazy, you’re not!  The gang stalkers are probably  “gas lighting” you.  Take pictures of your home or apartment before you leave home.  When you come home, if you have any doubt about what’s been moved, you can refer to your pictures.  It will prove to you that you are not insane;  that what you think moved, was.  It’ll save your sanity.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – When you need quiet time, where do you go?

Quiet time, what is that?

There is no quiet time for me. Ever! I long for a place to go to get some quiet time. That’s impossible with the gang stalking I’m experiencing. There’s nowhere I can hide and relax. Not in my apartment. Not on the street. Not in a store. Not in a restaurant. Not even in my bathroom. I’m hounded in the bathroom, too. So where do I turn for quiet?  The only place I can. My computer or my small radio. I put on my computer and plug in my small radio and I get lost in  the music.  It’s not a great solution, but it works somewhat. There’s no other place for me to get lost.  I guess my only real quiet time is when I’m able to doze off and get sleep.

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