Gang Stalking – Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor…

Freedom (Photo credit: Bohman)

Rev. Martin Luther King, head-and-shoulders portrait, seated, facing front, hands extended upward, during a press conference / World Telegram & Sun photo by Dick DeMarsico. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Day 8.   The maintenance man who works on Saturday came  to my apartment with another man.  The new man looked at the ceiling and made some comments about it.  The Saturday maintenance man asked me if I was going to be home. I said to him I probably would be going out and  he asked  permission to enter my apartment in case I wasn’t home.  I had to say yes, otherwise, they’d use the excuse that they’d come and no one was home. They come in and out of my apartment every day and don’t ask permission.  They told me they’d be back in an hour to repair the ceiling.

I went out  and returned about 3:30 p.m.  Of course, as I expected, my ceiling was in the same condition as before.   It still had the holes.  Nothing had been done.

I like to know why they’d even showed up.  They probably did something to my apartment while I was out. What, I don’t know.  But I know they were in my apartment, they left hints all over the place, as they always do.

We targets sure live miserable lives.  The crap we have to put up with every day is disgusting.

Like when I take a walk.  I feel I’m walking a gauntlet.   On both sides there are people ready to strike, beat me down.  I have to zigzag my way to wherever I go. I can’t walk in a straight line.  I have to climb over fences, cross to the other side of  the street, climb up hills to escape  the perps.   I have to walk as if I see nothing, feel nothing, hear nothing.  I have to become a zombie.

I can’t just sit for a moment and enjoy a sunny day.  Or stop to talk  with someone.  Or go sit in the park and enjoy a beautiful, spring day.

It’s always move on, move on.  Don’t stop. Don’t look. Don’t be.  Just do what I have to do and disappear from sight.

We really are prisoners.  We have no freedom.  No freedom whatsoever.

And that reminds me, I once wrote a blog about freedom.  Someone who lives near me was outside singing the words from my blog, exactly the same words I’d written.  And, of course, he was making fun of  it and laughing.

But it didn’t bother me. It felt flattering. I wrote words he remembered. And maybe some day, the idiot will really listen to the words and understand what they mean.

I like this quote by Martin Luther King on freedom:  Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed.

And that to me means, we have to fight for what we want.  We can’t just sit back and expect to stop gang stalking unless we  do something about it.

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Gang Stalking – Bring it on, perps.

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Maintenance – Sanding Rust (Photo credit: Old Shoe Woman)

As you know, if you’ve read my blog, I’ve had a problem getting my ceiling fixed.  Today is day 5, and no one has shown up yet.  I see the people who fix the ceiling walking around doing nothing. But, yet, every time I go into the manager’s office to find out when the ceiling will get fixed, I’m told  the maintenance men are all too busy to come to my apartment.

I don’t trust the people who run the complex.  They are always trying to make my life miserable.

Last night, I heard someone on the roof.  I’m on the second floor and the roof is over me. I kept getting hit with electricity and it was coming from the hole in the ceiling.  I managed to cover the hole with plastic bags. I wouldn’t be too surprised if they’re watching me from the hole.   And I’m sure they’ve installed a camera, that’s why the plaster is paper-thin, so they can see me.

And this morning, I discovered that the video camera on my phone is on.  I didn’t turn it on.  When I discovered it open, I turned it off, but it won’t go off.  Since I can’t turn it off, this is what I did.  I took some cardboard, cut it to the size of camera window, stuck some duct tape on the cardboard, and taped it to the window.  Make sure you don’t put tape on the bottom part, this way you can pick up the cardboard and make changes to your  camera.  Even if the camera stays on, they can’t see what I’m doing.  I’m giving you this tip so that  if this ever happens to you, you can protect  yourself. You can never be too careful.  The camera came on every time I hit menu.

By the way, have you ever noticed that the perps always have the same phone you do?  That’s to make it easier for them to hit you when you’re walking around and to hack your phone.

We targets constantly have to be on guard for whatever the perps do to us.  It’s a constant game of who is going to win.  I won this round.  They can’t see me anymore, but I’m sure they’ll come with another way to watch me.  I’m ready for whatever comes. It’s an exhausting game, but we can’t let them win.  With each win, they have to come up up with something else. By winning, we keep them busy.

Bring it on, perps.  I’m ready for whatever you throw my way.

P.S. The hackers sent this blog to trash.  They didn’t want you to see it. Thank you, WordPress, for saving my blog.

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Gang Stalking – Did I hear someone say “lawsuit?”

Nice Reception people at DICE in Stockholm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s been four days since I went to the office and told the receptionist about my ceiling.

I went into the office on Saturday and informed her  part of my ceiling had fallen off.  The woman told me that the maintenance man was busy helping someone whose ceiling was worse.  She also said that when he finished he would come over to my apartment and fix it.   Since I was going out, she asked my permission to enter my apartment.  I said yes.

I returned to my apartment after doing some errands and the ceiling was still a mess.  Again,  I walked over to the office. This time, she told me that the maintenance man was still busy fixing the other ceiling.  She also told me  that someone would be coming to my apartment Sunday to fix it.

I waited all day Sunday for someone to come.  No one showed  up.

Monday came and went, no one showed up again.

Tuesday, I walked over to the office.  The receptionist  told me that she didn’t know when the ceiling would be fixed.  The maintenance man had a lot of other apartments to fix.

First, it was just one apartment he had to fix, now it’s many apartments that  need fixing.

This woman should pay attention to what she’s telling me.  She’s obviously lying and can’t keep her facts straight.

When the woman told me many apartments had to be fixed before mine, I quickly walked out of the office.  I knew if I’d stay one minute too long, I’d tell her off.

But I’m not surprised.  I expected the delay.  It’s the game they play with us targets.  Try to make us angry so we’ll lose our cool.  But I wasn’t having any of it.  I remained calm.   If  she only knew the nasty names I called her in my apartment.

So I’m not going to worry about the ceiling falling down.  If  the ceiling  falls down and I’m hurt, I have proof.  I’ve taken pictures of  the ceiling  as more and more of  it  falls down.

Did I hear someone say “lawsuit?”

And I don’t think anyone’s  getting his ceiling  fixed.  It’s all b.s.

P.S. I kept getting  hitting all night while  using my computer.  It was really bad.  I kept moving forward in my seat it was so bad. So I finally decided to find out where it’s coming from. I get up from my seat  and hear someone overhead.  The same spot that has the hole.  Someone is walking around up there. Talk about creepy! I looked around for something to cover the hole. I can’t find anything, but I’m of the belief that there’s a solution for everything. I find some plastic bags, stick them in the hole and done. Where there’s a will, there’s a way!

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Gang Stalking…it’s always something.

English: Rain… (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Plaster (Photo credit: icerunner)

I caught them again.  They were  tracking me again.  I was trying to get on my internet service and saw a camera-like thing popping in and out of my computer, so I hit it.  There they were requesting to get on my internet service and stating that it was an emergency.  Emergency?  Why is it an emergency?

I don’t understand why the idiots have to hack into my computer. My blog is open for all to see, so why do they have to hack  my computer?  All they have to do is go to my blog and there’s my blog  open to everyone. I guess acting like spies makes them feel important.

They are all such absolutely ridiculous people.   I went to the internet service and changed my password today, but, of  course, the people at the company gave it up right away to the Nazis.

It really annoys the hell out of me that we can’t go anywhere and do anything without some idiot giving the other idiots our information.

It is against the law to harass us.  We haven’t done a damn,  damn thing.  If anyone is breaking the law it’s  the damn Nazis.  But yesterday on the radio,  I heard something the man said about  the people who harass citizens. He said that  right  always wins.  That the  people  like Nixon, etc., all  got caught.  He said eventually everybody gets caught.  And this made me feel good, because I know all the games these Nazis play will put them all in prison.   “Right always wins” said the man, and he’s right.

Yesterday, I mentioned it was raining in Las Vegas.  Well, the rain helped me.  I’ve always been suspicious  of  the part of the ceiling right in front of the air conditioner.  It always made me curious, the way the  plaster was sloppily applied.  It didn’t look  right.  And last night I was proven right.  The cheap plaster  put on the ceiling came  off (and when I say cheap, I mean cheap, it feels like a very thin cracker) and there’s a slit running right across the air conditioner.  There is nothing under the plaster, just a long slit and the water is coming into my apartment from the opening.  I don’t know what’s inside the ceiling. The ceiling is too high for me to take a look.  If it rains again, the damn ceiling might cave in.

I went into the office (it’s now opened on Saturday) and told the woman about it.  As always, she didn’t  seem  too concerned. She told me it’ll be taken care of tomorrow.

Let me tell you, if  that ceiling falls in, I will definitely suit.

I’m sick of  the hackers, the people in the office, and all the sub-humans who live near  me. They all make me sick, sick, sick.

It’s always some bullshit I have to handle every day. I’m sick, sick, sick of all the shit.

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