Gang Stalking – Non-citizens lied to by U.S. government.

Nelson Mandela, July 4 1993. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Marrakesh (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Moroccan Woman (Photo credit: Living Amused)

“When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw.” Nelson Mandela

The woman next door is going crazy.  I’m doing back to her what she does to me and she doesn’t like it.  Like this morning. I was going down the stairs and she gave me “the finger”, so I gave it right back to her.  And then she proceeded to call me a bitch. I called her a bitch back.  I looked  up at her and she looked really crazy.  Her hair was sticking out at both sides of her face and she had a crazy look.  I told her, “You look really crazy.  Maybe you should start taking  tranquilizers.” ((I love saying what they say to us right back to them.)  She said something to me, but I made myself not hear her.  Of course, about six other perps came out of  their apartments.  The woman with the two little boys made sure she showed her face.  I ignored them all and walked away.  They all got together and stood talking about me and shaking their heads.

This is what I love about perps.  They feel they have all the right in the world to do whatever they want to us, but don’t we dare do it back.  How dare we do to them what they do to us?   It’s just not right for us to fight back.  We’re supposed to quietly take all their nonsense and let them abuse us.

The woman next door doesn’t have a job, rarely goes out, has no boyfriend, and doesn’t attend school  Her full-time job is to harass me, make my life miserable.

Whenever I take a shower, she turns the cold water off, so I’ll burn myself.  Or she turns the hot water off, so I’ll get really cold.  When I have to use the bathroom, she hits me with electricity.  If I turn the water on in the sink, she has to come in the bathroom and turn on her water.  If I come out of my apartment, she always has to open the door and watch what I’m doing.  The other day,  when I went to the office to complain about the two children, she got in her car and showed up at the office a second before me and sat in the office and watched what I did.

She wears all the colors I wear, even down to my pink and black socks, which I only wear around my apartment, out of  sight, so no one can see me, but, somehow, she knows about my socks.

She keeps a 24/7 watch on me.

And then she has the audacity to complain about me doing something to her.  She’s a typical perp.  Does not do anything with her life, and lives and breathes for what I do.

The woman is a non-citizen from Morocco, and believes that she will become a citizen if she does what the government tells her to do.  This is the line the government uses on all the non-citizens, help them take me/others down and they will get their citizenship.  She doesn’t realize what a liar the government is.  The government will tell her any lie to get her to do their bidding.  I hope one day she wakes up and realizes that she will not get her citizenship this way.  If anything, they can use what she’s doing to me against her.  They will tell her that she committed a crime by harassing me, and she can’t get her citizenship. And they might even turn against her and harass her.  Either way, she’ll be on the losing end.  One day she will learn her lesson.  And I will not have any sympathy for her, or any other non-citizen who this happens to.  If they want to commit a crime, they deserve what they get.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – If you could be part of any fictional universe, what would it be?

And why? (e.g., Star Wars, Mad Men, Hamlet, etc.)
Rules: You can visit for as long as you like.

I’d like to go back to a time in my life where I was living a normal life.  At the time I didn’t know that every day I lived a normal life was a gift.  Once it’s taken away from you, then you realize that an ordinary day is  best.

I’d like to go back to a time when my mother was alive.  I had a boyfriend who really cared for me.  I worked in a job I liked.  I had good friends and trusted them.  We hung around together and really enjoyed each other’s company.  We got together for weddings, baby showers, birthdays, went shopping together, went out to eat together.  These are the things that count in life.  The ordinary things.  When you don’t have them anymore, you realize how special these times are.

I’d like to have my  boyfriend back and show him the love I didn’t show him the first time around.  I  did show him love, but I would definitely show a lot more affection.  So if you love someone, show it.  Don’t be afraid to show affection.  Don’t have regrets.

I’d like to have my family back.  I think sometimes we take our families for granted; that they’ll always be there.  But then one day you wake up, and find they’re gone.  It takes the heart and soul out of you.

I’d like my universe to be the way it was four years ago.  When I walked the streets without fear.  When I took liberty for granted. When I took sitting in an outdoor restaurant for granted.  When I didn’t give an ordinary day a second thought.  But, of course, if this time were  given back to me, I wouldn’t take an ordinary day for granted.  I’d rejoice in its ordinariness.

So my advice to anyone who is complaining about an ordinary day, don’t take it for granted.  You never know when an ordinary day will no longer be yours.  Revel in an ordinary day.

I’d never leave.

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