Tag Archive | beat up

Gang Stalking – Librarians are supposed to uphold our freedom.

This morning when I was walking toward the library, it was like cockroaches coming out of the woodwork. Every way I turned, a perp. They know which routes I take. I never go the same way. I’m constantly on the alert because when I least expect it, some perp shows  up  around the corner and I have to change  route. Not only were there a lot of cockroaches, but cars in every direction I turned. Of  course,  the ubiquitous white car, always. There are so many white cars out here in Las Vegas following me around, there must not be any left over for any other state.  They’ve must’ve rented every white car from every state.

Oh, if you don’t get a comment from me, it’s because its been deleted. This morning when I got on the computer, there were about 4 comments, but  when  I went to comments,  some hacker  deleted them. So if you sent me a comment and you don’t see it in my comment  section,   re-sent it. The hackers got to it before I did. I had trouble getting on the computer. I can never get on the computer right away, the librarians keep me on hold or do something else to make sure the hackers get on before me. I’ve lost all respect for librarians. I used to think they were decent people, but I don’t anymore. And I know they will read this, and I don’t give a shit. Librarians are supposed to be neutral.  The librarians I knew when I was younger always stood up for the rights of others.  They’re supposed to the “good guys”, but the librarians here are definitely not the good guys. They’re the bad guys. I remember when I was younger, how librarians fought for the rights of homeless people and their right to use the library. The librarians today call the cops on the homeless and have them beaten up. The librarians  are supposed to be the keeper of the books where most knowledge comes from, but the librarians of today have fallen down on their job. How times change!

Contact info: http://neverendng1.WordPress.com

Gang Stalking – Today I was beaten up.

Just before I got into the library, three black girls beat me up. I was sitting by the library, away from everybody, and three girls passed by me making all sorts of comments.  As they walked away, I said  “bitches”.  They turned around, said, “Who you talking to?”  I said, “Myself.” and they kept walking.  They didn’t go too far. They weren’t going anywhere , they passed by me to annoy me.  On their way back, I turned myself  around so I wouldn’t have to look at them. I had my small suitcase by me and I heard it rolling away. One of the girls had taken my suitcase  and was running away with it. I ran after her.  A girl who was sitting in a car   got out and got the suitcase away from them.  When she took the suitcase away from them, one of the girls began kicking me and hitting me in the back of  my neck.  Right now, I have a headache from all the hits to my head.  The girl who’d gotten my suitcase told them to stop it or she was going to call the cops.  They three of them ran away. The girl asked me if I wanted to report the beating to the police, “I told her no.”  I’ve had this happen before and the police didn’t bother to write it down.  And not only that, but I knew the girls would make up a story about me starting it.  So I thanked the girl and walked away.  As I walked toward  the library, I saw the girls coming back. I think  the girl in the car  and the girls who beat me up are friends. I’m glad I didn’t have the girl call the cops, it would’ve just turned on me. The officer would’ve have shown up and treated me like the criminal, not the girls.

When is this hell going to stop???!!

Well, another great day in Perplandia!


Gang Stalking – Oh,I just love my life!


Pharmacy (Photo credit: Army Medicine)


English: Sweaters. Español: Diferentes tipos d...

English: Sweaters. Español: Diferentes tipos de jersies (suéteres). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Colorado Avenue, Telluride, Colorado

Colorado Avenue, Telluride, Colorado (Photo credit: J. Stephen Conn)


Image representing Facebook as depicted in Cru...

Image via CrunchBase


On  Tuesday, December 18, I told you that I take a knife to bed with me, because of all the creepy people walking around. I came home today, and I went to my kitchen shelf to get the knife I use to cut things.  The knife is gone. I guess the perps made themselves at home  and took my knife. Well, perps,  this is not the knife I take to bed. The knife I take to bed with me goes everywhere with me. I thought you’d steal my knife, and I was right.  Did you take my knife so I can’t protect myself?  Believe me, perps, I don’t need a knife to protect myself.  I’ll claw your eyes out if I have to protect myself.



These horrible people just never stop.  They’re like a bad disease that only gets worse each day.  Just when I think that maybe the disease is getting better, it starts up again.  And that’s  the same way the gang stalkers are.  A disease that never lets up.


I’m on Facebook with a woman who basically goes  through the same things I do.  She complained yesterday about what happened to her sweaters.  She bought a few new sweaters and hid them under her stairway.  She lives  in Colorado and it’s  getting very cold.  She went to her stairway to get her sweaters and all the sweaters were gone.


This is the kind of crap, we targets have to put up with all the time.  Something is always missing; stolen by the gang stalkers.  I think we targets spend more time shopping than we do anything else.  Shopping to replace  everything that’s been stolen by the perps.


We plan a day out, and it’s always spoiled by the perps.  We can’t go out because they’ve taken our money, the clothes we were going to wear,  the appointment’s been cancelled, people don’t show up, etc., etc., etc.  Always some crap, that no matter how we try, we can’t accomplish.


Just like today, I had to go to the pharmacy to get some pills for my slightly elevated blood pressure.  I stood in front of the register waiting for the pharmacist to get my medication, and I began to feel electricity hitting me.  I turn around and  a man’s behind me, with his hand hidden in his pocket.  I said something to him about the electricity.  He looked at me and said  he did nothing to me.  He turns to everyone, as usual, and talks to them, telling them that he’s innocent. That he’s done nothing.  He looks at  me and tells me  that if I don’t shut up, he’s going to get his grandma and girlfriend to beat me up.  I say to him, “Why don’t you beat me up yourself?   He looks at me and said, “You’re a woman, that’s why.  I don’t beat up on women.”  I look straight into his eyes and say, “Well, aren’t you just the man.”   He told me to shout up.  I say, “You’re going to get your grandma and girlfriend to beat me up.  How’s that different from you beating me up yourself.”  He said, “I told you, I don’t beat up on women.”


All the time that we’re in the store, he’s telling everyone that I’m crazy, and putting on his innocent face.  Typical gang stalking tactic.  Most of the people who were in line were also perps, and were shaking their heads agreeing with him.


I got my medication and he said, “I hope I don’t catch you outside because I’ll beat the shit out of you.”


A real gentlemen, isn’t he?


Oh, I just love my life.


Contact info: http://neverending1.WordPress.com