Gang Stalking – Change the way you handle perps.

English: David Marshall, Bus Driver from Melbourne, Australia (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hamburger and fries served in an American dinner. Source: http://pdphoto.org/PictureDetail.php?mat=pdef&pg=8657 Photographer: Jon Sullivan (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Still apartment hunting.  It’s so hard to find a place that’s safe. In a normal world, I wouldn’t have a problem finding an apartment, but the world I live in  is a totally different thing.

At the bus stop yesterday, I thought I was going to get beaten up.  As I’ve said, I have a problem keeping my mouth especially when I’ m being abused.  Anyway, have you ever watched an ant hunt for food?  First, the scout(or whatever he’s called) finds some food. Then another ant follows.  And slowly, but surely, there are so many ants surrounding whatever the first ant found that it’s impossible, if it’s a creature, to get away.  That’s the way I felt yesterday. First, there were a few perps and slowly came the other perps.  I felt like the creäture the ants find and kill.  First, one perp said something to me and I ignored him. And then the others ganged up on me. There was one man, who stood by me  and kept repeating the word “crazy ” in his conversation.I knew he was referring to me.  I didn’t say anything. I kept my mouth shut, but then a woman began calling me crazy.  I took a look at her husband and made a remark about how big his stomach is.  She began to scream at me and told me she was going to beat me up.  I responded that if anyone needed help it was her husband.  I told her that someone with a  stomach that big obviously had problems and he probably needed more help than I did.  She looked at me like a bull ready to charge and began to scream.  Of course, I just let her scream. And everybody surrounding her agreed with everything she said.  Of course, they did.  All perps.  The bus came and she got on  and warned the bus driver about me.  I decided it was best for me not to get on the bus with all the perps on it.  I love how the perps can insult us non-stop, but dare to criticize one of them, oh, no. never! These people have very thin skins.  One little insult and they go crazy.  Can you imagine if they had to deal with what we have to deal with every minute of the day?  They wouldn’t last one day!

And then I went over to a burger place to get a hamburger, which I often don’t do. I would cook the burger at home, but, somehow, it just doesn’t have the same taste. This hamburger place always does the same thing to me, so I’ve found a way to work  it  my advantage. Every time I order the burger, the cashier asks me if I would like  cheese?  When I began going there, I would say yes. And each time, I would get no cheese. If I said no cheese, I’d get cheese.  So now when she asks me if I want cheese, I say no.  And guess what, I get free cheese.  So I don’t pay for cheese I really want. Yesterday, I decided to thank her for the free cheese. And as I was walking out, I made the remark, “It always works.”  You’re probably wondering why I’m letting you know this. Why mess with a good deal?  Well, I decided eating all that cheese is not good for me, so I no longer need to keep the secret to myself. Maybe this happens to you. If it does, maybe you can do what I do, and you’ll get free cheese each time.

This also applies to when I walk.  When the perps began showing up everywhere I walked, I considered it an annoyance.  I’ve began to think about it differently.  I decided to think of my walk as an obstacle course. Each time a perp gets in my way, I have to figure a way of getting around them. This makes my walk a lot more interesting.  Instead of just walking a straight path, I now have hurdles I have to get over.  My walks have become a lot more fun now. I kind of look forward to having them get in my way  and trying to figure a way to get away from them.

So I’m beginning to see my targeting in a different way.  A way to make myself stronger.  I don’t get stressed during my walks, and I feel better.  And I’m going to try doing this with every perp situation.

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Gang Stalking – There will be more shootings.

English: FBI Mobile Command Center in Washington DC. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: The Seal of the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation. For more information, see here. Español: El escudo del Buró Federal de Investigaciones (FBI). Para obtener más información, véase aquí (Inglés). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Pardon my language, but the F–ks are in my computer again. That’s all I’m going to say, because if I continue writing about them, I’ll say nastier things.  And I don’t want Blackbird63’s mother mad at me.  Her mother doesn’t like four-letter words.

Well, another shooting. Not too surprised.  I’ve mentioned over and over this would happen.

I can bet the man was a target.  Just the description I heard on the radio convinces me he was.  The neighbors(perps) said that he roamed his yard at night.  Probably roamed his yard to keep those “nice” neighbors from doing something to him or his property.

I bet the neighbors know exactly why he was angry.  They probably drove him to madness with their constant harassment.

But, of course, he was a “mad man.”  That’s the description all the neighbors used.  Tells you right there that they were harassing the man.

The man’s name was Jimmy Lee Dykes, a veteran.  He kidnapped a little boy from the school bus, and killed the bus driver who tried to prevent him from kidnapping Ethan.  After kidnapping Ethan, Jimmy Lee took the little boy to where he lived, a bunker he built to protect himself (more proof that he was a victim).

For five days, Jimmy Lee kept the boy in the  bunker.  On the fifth day, the FBI saw him walking around carrying a gun and shot him down.  Their excuse being that the little boy was in imminent danger, and they had to shoot him to keep Ethan safe.

What Jimmy Lee Dykes did is not right, but I’m sure he was driven to do so by his “nice” neighbors.

At one point, Jimmy Lee told the FBI he wanted to talk to someone in the media, but he wasn’t allowed to do so.  I wonder why not.  I’m sure he wanted everybody to know what was happening to him, but didn’t get a chance. Why wasn’t Jimmy Lee allowed to talk to the media?  Because the FBI knew who Jimmy Lee is and the secret would get out about his harassment by government.

Jimmy Lee was living the life of  a typical target, harassed 24/7 by a bunch of phony neighbors who drove him to do what he did.

Of course, I have no proof of what I wrote, but I see the signs of someone who was a victim of government harassment by “nice” neighbors.  I have “nice” neighbors, too.  Neighbors who would probably say the same thing about. About how I didn’t talk to anyone, and told them off and they couldn’t understand why.

Of course, everybody’s saying that Jimmy Lee was nuts, but we targets know better.  He was probably saner than most of those “nice” neighbors who drove him to commit an insane act.  The neighbors are probably the ones who should be blamed for the death of the bus driver. They caused his death, I’m sure.

I hope all the neighbors feel the guilt they should  for harassing Jimmy Lee Dykes, for getting the bus driver killed and for the little boy having to endure five days away from his family.

But, of course, we’ll never find out the truth about Jimmy Lee Dykes. His name will be in the newspapers for about a week or more and no one will hear anything else about him again.

And as I predicted before, there will be more shootings.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Sometimes I have to remind myself there are a “few” nice people out there.

On the bus (Photo credit: joshua_putnam)

I was waiting at the bus stop and looking in my bag for bus fare. A man stood by and  kept looking at me. At one time if a man looked at me, I thought he was looking at me because he thought I was attractive. Nowadays, when a man looks at me, I assume it’s because I’m going to be his target. So I looked back at the man and gave him a nasty look, and returned to my bag to look for my weapon to zap him for when he zapped me. I took some coins out of my bag, and a dime fell out. I bent down to pick it up, the man beat me to it and picked it up to give  me. I said “thank you ” and continued to look for coins. He still stared at me, and I was getting annoyed. He leaned over and handed me something. I looked at it, and it was a bus pass for the rest of the day. I was so surprised I had a hard time blurting out “thank you.” He got on the bus, and I followed. He sat down, and I went over and thanked him again. What a nice man he was. I’m so used to being abuse,  I never think someone might be a good person.

I got on another bus, and the bus driver asked me what my shirt said.  So I let him look at it. My shirt states”Targeted Individual by U .S. Government since 2009″. He asked me what exactly did it mean. I explained to him that I’m harassed  by a group of gang stalkers who get paid by the  government. I told him I was on a list of people the government considers violent and dangerous,  and there were more than half million of us on the list. He kept asking me questions, and said I didn’t look dangerous. I told him I wasn’t dangerous, and  have  never been in any trouble, but someone reported me to the government as being a danger to U.S. security, and that’s how I got placed on the list.  He seemed to believe me (I don’t know if he really did), but it was nice to have someone listen to what I had to say.  He was the first person to ask me about the shirt. A lot of people look at it, but never ask me any questions.  They look at me as if I’m crazy.

So two nice men in one day.  I guess there are still nice people in the world; I just have to remind myself constantly they exist.

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Gang Stalking – Oh, what a good day (week) I’m having…

I’m on the bus now. The bus driver is jerking the bus continuously. He puts a heavy foot on the brake so I’ll fall. The lights on the bus are on and the driver also has the heat on the seat in which I’m sitting.  It feels like 300 degrees on the bus.  Outside, the humidity must be in the 100s.  So you can imagine what it feels like.  A sweat box.  My face is dripping with sweat.  The  heat hasn’t been put on in a while so I’d forgotten about the heat.  In the wintertime, the bus driver puts on the air conditioning.   The savages will do anything to make my life  miserable.   So I can now look forward to having  heat on the bus  for the rest of the summer.  Now I know summer has arrived in  Las Vegas.

This week has not been a good one for me.  All week-long I’ve been hounded like an animal.  The woman upstairs, who sprays me with pesticide non-stop, pushed me and I fell to the ground.  I landed on my back.  I was going to call the police and complain,  but it would have been a waste of time.  She had a friend with her who would have vouched for her.  He would have told the cops that she didn’t do  anything to me.  And the cop would have shown up and treated me like a criminal.

The pushing occurred because I told  her never to speak to me the way she had.    She’s constantly throwing  cigarette butts in front of my apartment.  She  doesn’t even put  the ashes out. She throws them down lit.  A few times, I’ve almost gotten a burn.  So I got angry and threw the cigarettes up  to where she lives.  She came running down, screamed at me and told me to pick up the cigarettes. I told her I wasn’t picking up anything.  She swore up and down that she hadn’t thrown them down. I hadn’t seen her throw the cigarettes down that day, but I’ve seen her on other days.    So since I hadn’t seen her, I went upstairs and picked up the butts.  She followed me downstairs and  told me to pick up some feces someone had put in front of my apartment   I was going to pick up the feces  before she interrupted  me,   so I picked up the feces.   Not because she told me, but because I was going to do it,  anyway.   If I left the feces outside, my apartment would have been overrun with ants and roaches.  That’s why they’re always leaving feces in front of my apartment.

The next day, as I was on my way out, I saw her.  I told her  never to speak to me the way she had.   That’s  when she came toward me and pushed me.  I tried to stop  myself from falling, but the gravel underneath my feet was too slippery and I went down.  She and her friend laughed.

I went into the office and complained to the Manager.    The Manager is involved in  gang stalking, too.   She did say,  though, that  she would talk to her.  I told the Manager  not  to say anything to the woman.  I was informing her of what happened.  The woman from upstairs was obviously drunk and very high.  I figured it was in my best interest not to make too much of a fuss.  Who knows what she would have done to me?  But from now on, I will file a complaint no matter who is  around to back her up.

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