Gang Stalking – Targets, you have no privacy whatsoever.

Clinton í Kaupmannahöfn (Photo credit: Ørvar)

FBI analyst. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As  I wrote in my earlier blog, I told you I was going to see Bill Clinton.  I’m glad I went to see him.  He’s a very good speaker and a lot better looking than on television.  He’s really a very handsome man.  He looked trim and fit in a  black suit.  When he finished speaking, he went into the crowd and began touching hands with us.  I wasn’t lucky enough to be near him so I didn’t get to shake hands with him.  But the crowd rushed in on him and I could see the FBI start to get nervous.  The FBI didn’t like all the people surrounding him and led him away. I think Clinton would’ve stayed if they’d let  him.

All the time I was at the rally, I got zapped from perps.  They zapped my feet, back, and arm.  And there was a little boy standing in front of me who imitated everything I do in my apartment.  Things that I know no one has seen.  Things that happen in the night in my bed.  At nighttime, I get zapped in my hands.  I’ll take my hands and make a fist back and forth. This gets rid of the electricity.  I saw a lot of fists doing what I do in my bed.  They also imitated me putting on make-up.  And no one has ever seen me put on make-up, but these people know how I do it.  There’s only one way they can know this, they’ve seen me on camera.

Not only are there cameras in my bedroom and bathroom, but there is also one in my livingroom.  When I see them doing something I’ve done,  my mind goes  back to where I was when  I did it.  And I’ve discovered that some of the things they do, I happened to be in my livingroom.   I’ve looked all over the livingroom trying to find the camera, but I can’t find anything.  I think they have a thing they use to see through the walls in the dark.

It’s disgusting that there is nothing we can do that the freaks don’t see.  We go to the bathroom, they see us wiping our ass. We take a shower, they see us naked in the bathtub.  We’re cooking, they can see everything we cook and how we cook it. We’re getting dressed, they can see our panties and bra.

The perps are really the lowest form of life .  They’re all lower than slime.  I’d like to see how they’d act if what they do to us, we’d do to them.  I’m sure they’d be complaining about how we’re intruding on their privacy.  But they think nothing of taking away our privacy rights.

Basically, targets, you have no privacy whatsoever.  They’re watching you every minute of the day.  And when they’re not watching you, they’re zapping you into oblivion.  And I’m sure most  of you know you have no privacy by what happens to you every day.

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English: Official Presidential Portrait of United States President Bill Clinton commissioned by the United States government for display in the White House. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Official photographic portrait of US President Barack Obama (born 4 August 1961; assumed office 20 January 2009) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I really hate going  to  the doctor.  I have slightly elevated blood pressure  and the doctor is always giving  me appointments to go visit him.  I’m sure if I didn’t have insurance, I’d probably never see him.  What I don’t like about going to  doctor, is the looks I always get from his workers.  Every time I go into the office,  they all come out to look at me.  It seems there’s a new group of workers every time I visit the office.  When they find out I’m in the office, they come out, begin talking loudly and watch me out of the corner of their eye.  And, there’s always the loud laughter.  I don’t know  if they’re making jokes about me, or they’re just laughing to annoy me. I’m sure it’s both.  I just keep my head down and think really nasty thoughts about all of them.   If they only knew the names I call them, they wouldn’t laugh.  Sometimes, I have to keep myself from laughing out loud.  They’re not the only that can make fun of someone, I can, too.

On my way home, I go into the store I hate.  The cashiers are the same way as the workers in the doctor’s office.  As soon as I enter, loud music,  loud people, and security guard follows me around.  And wherever I go in  the store, I have a lot of company.  If I stop at the meat section and check the meat over, someone will pop up right next to me and just, of course, have to stand really close to me.  They do it to annoy me so I’ll leave.  But I don’t leave.   I’ll stand in the same spot to annoy the hell out of them.  Eventually they get tired of waiting for me to leave, and take off.

I get home, more perps waiting for me.   They start beeping their car horns, begin talking and laughing loudly.  They stand right in my way when I’m going up the stairs, and more laughing.  As I walk to my apartment, everyone has his garbage out in front of his door.  Every single one of them.  Can you imagine if  where you live, everyone put his garbage in front of his apartment door?  It looks really nasty.  Some of the garbage containers don’t even have covers on them.  All that garbage attracts pigeons, vermin.  I’m thinking of putting my garbage out in front of my door, too.  I get to my door and someone has dug  garbage from some I threw out and has put it in the door slit.  Oh, what a nice present!  I’m just so excited. Don’t any of these people work?   I guess not, their  job is watching me.

I rush into my apartment and quickly close my door.  I know I’m on the edge of  opening my mouth and saying something to the perps.  I don’t want to make them happy  by giving them something to talk about.  Thank God!  I made it into my apartment without opening my mouth. Success!

By the way,  Bill Clinton is visiting Las Vegas tomorrow.  I have tickets to see him.  I wish I had a camera that worked so I could take pictures.  Maybe I’ll buy one of those “cheapie” ones that I can use only once.  There aren’t too many times that one gets a chance to see an ex-president.  Las Vegas is a swing state and everyone’s been here visiting us.  Last week is was President Obama.

Well, until tomorrow.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – If you could make anyone in the world stop talking for 24 hours, who would it be? And why?

And if you could make anyone talk more for 24 hours?

I definitely would like to make those right-wing, conservative, blowhards, all to shut the hell up.  I’m talking about the obnoxious Rush Limbaugh, and some of the other idiots — Bill O’Reilly, Bob Grant, Michael Savage, Sean Hannity, etc.  They are so full of themselves.  They have the answers to everything.  There is no doubt in any of their minds that what they’re talking about  is not correct, because, of course, they know everything. The rest of us don’t know anything, and  they feel they have to tell us what is the right way of thinking. They go on and on and on and on, saying absolutely nothing of any importance.  They love hearing themselves talk.  And they’re always so angry!  Just hearing their voices, annoys me no end.  So I would like every one of them to stop talking for 24 hours. They’re not allowed on radio for the next 24 hours. They’ve stop talking.  Do you hear the silence?

And if I could make someone talk for 24 hours?  This is harder to answer.  I don’t know if I want to hear anyone talk for 24 hours, not even myself. Maybe Bill Clinton?  I like his molasses like voice.  It’s soothing.  But listen to him for 24 hours?  I don’t know.  Let’s see, who else? President Obama?  Naw, he’d put me to sleep, for sure.  Honestly, there’s no one I’d want to make talk for 24 hours.

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