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

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“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 – Don’t argue with perps.

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With the move to my new apartment, I gained new perps.   To the right of me is a woman who is from Morocco.  She is an alien and doesn’t have American citizenship. And to my left is a man from  a Latin American country.  The man to my left doesn’t speak English and is extremely strange. And I mean strange.

The woman came into my apartment one day when I had my door open. She  just walked into my bedroom where I was.  She was being nosey.  She was interested in seeing where I slept, so she could zap me at night.

I remained very calm when she walked into my bedroom, and I calmly asked her a few questions.  I already knew  she was a perp.  Anyone they put next to you is always a perp.   And if they’re not perps, they’ll make them perps.

I have to say something in defense of the woman from Morocco.  One day I was about to go out and overheard her conversation. She was on the phone and she was asking the person on the phone why did she have to do what she is doing. She was telling him she didn’t want to do it.

I think she’s been told lies.  Lies that she’ll be deported if she doesn’t  join the gang stalking, or that if she does what she’s told, it’ll be easier for her to become a citizen.  I don’t think either thing will happen. But if anything, she’ll probably be deported for committing a crime.  They’ll use what’s she doing now against her.  That’s the way they work.  The government screws everybody.

There is a perp underneath me, but I’ve never seen her/him.  And a lot of times, I hear footsteps on the roof.  I can hear someone stomping his foot.  But it could be footsteps that sound like they’re coming from the roof, but are really from next door.

And, of course, there is the ubiquitous maintenance man.  Wherever I’ve moved, he’s  always been the one that leads the pack.  He’s the one who always breaks into the apartment, takes things apart, adds latex paint to the walls, lets others into my apartment, makes holes in the wall, messes with refrigerator, etc.  No one ever suspects a maintenance man, because when someone sees him  enter an apartment, they think he must be fixing something in it.

So this apartment is no better than my last one.  I’m still harassed as much as before.  There’s one difference, though.  I’ve changed my reaction to the perps.  In my old apartment, I was always confronting them.  But since I’ve been in my new apartment, I’ve forced myself to keep my mouth shut.  I’ve done  a good job of  just staying away from  all the perps.  They’re always blowing their car horns, stomping their feet in front of my door, have dogs barking at my door,  come by my door  and make a lot of noise, leave garbage, etc.  I hear them, but force myself to get busy doing something so I forget they’re out there.  And it’s working.  I haven’t argued  with any of them.  Good for me!  And good for you if you can do the same.

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