Gang Stalking – Maybe they think it’s Christmas.

Every computer at the library went down. I’m sure the computers went down because of hacking.

I came into the library and one of the guards approached me, there were 2 others with him. The guard told me in a very nice way that the computers were all down. Usually this guard is very rude. All 3 guards came toward me to tell me. Maybe, they thought it would upset me and I’d say something. Well, I didn’t. I told the creep “thank you” and walked away. And then I ran into the head of the library. This is the woman who is always threatening to throw me out of the library. She saw me and said. “All the computers are down.” In a very, very nice way.  Two people in a row being nice to me in the library makes me very suspicious.

I think the computers went down because the hackers probably made changes to the computers. The hackers are always trying to stop me from writing my blog. So far, they haven’t succeeded!

I asked the head of the library, why did it happen. She said, “We don’t know. We came in this morning and all the computers were out.” I was going to say something to her about  the hackers messing with the computers, but I kept my mouth shut. All the computers down and no one thinks they’re  getting hacked.! Give me a break.

I’m still trying to get over on how nice they were to me, maybe they think it’s Christmas!

Oh, and the hackers now come into the library,  use the computers and have  mobile phones which they use to stop me from blogging. I have no mobile phone. WordPress.com,  please don’t let anyone in with a mobile phone. Thank you.

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Gang Stalking – Jesus loves all the perps!!!

I came home again with my jeans torn.  (They started already. They just deleted what I wrote. Two sentences and  delete.) Well, as I was writing, my jeans had a big rip by the pockets.  I don’t let anyone near me when I’m out, so it’s something done long distance.  What’s strange is that when I look at the tear, there’s no thread.  I don’t know what happens to the thread.  I hope the idiot who’s doing it goes straight to you know where. I don’t want to offend anyone.

I passed by a computer store today and went in to get information about having my computer fixed.  An Arabic looking man came over and asked me if he could help me.  I replied, “Yes, I’d like my computer fixed.”  He said, “What’s wrong with it?”  I said, “It has a lot of malware in it, and I can’t get rid of it.”   He replied, “Yes, we can help you.  We can do it in half an hour.”  I said, “Wow!  Whenever I take it Best Buy it takes a whole week for them to fix.  And how much is it by the way?”  He replied, “Oh, $50.00.  And if it’s really a mess, we charge $75.00.”  I noticed while the man talked to me that he had his right hand touching a “certain” part of his body.   I had my sunglasses on, so he couldn’t tell if I was looking at it or not.  So he kept talking and doing his thing.  This man is definitely a perp.  He’s either a perp or creepy person who enjoys doing this to a woman. I made believe I didn’t notice what he was doing. I thought of saying something to him, but I’m sure he would have been very happy to know that he’d gotten my attention.

Just the thought of doing business with this creep made me feel sick.  I think I’ll pass up the good price.  There’s no way if I return to the store that I can keep my mouth shut.  Just another perp creep!

My anti-virus just notified me that it removed 40 threats from my computer.  And more creeps making my life a joyless existence. And  by the way, WordPress, they just tried to take my browser to learn WordPress. Just a warning!

You’ll get yours apartment 204.  You definitely will!  Jesus loves you!!!

No pictures today. I don’t have the patience to mess around with computer trying to fix it.

P.S. My threats just increased by 54.  Amazing!

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Gang Stalking – Almost thrown out of the library again…

English: The main reading romm of Graz University Library (19th century) on 2 Sep 2003. Picture taken and uploaded by Dr. Marcus Gossler. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I knew it would happen.  The first day that I returned to the library, I got on a computer right away.  And there were like four or five people in the library. The second day I came back, I had to wait for three or four people before I got on the computer. And there were just a few more people  in the library.  And today, the library  is overrun with people.  People  fill the magazine section, the tables all have someone sitting in the chairs.  I had to wait in a long line to get on the computer.  And I almost got thrown out of the library again.

The creep sitting next to me was hitting me with electricity. I tried, I really did, try to keep quiet. But I didn’t succeed. I said to no one in particular something about all the perps in the library. The creep next to me  got angry and  said I called him a loser.  He said he was going to report me.  He left and came back with two librarians.  They asked me to get up, and follow them.  I did. The librarians asked me if I had called the man a “loser.”  I said I had said the word loser, but I didn’t say it directly to him.

The losers wouldn’t try this with anyone else, but they know we’re targets and no one will believe what we say.

The librarians believed me and told me to be a little more careful in how I say things, and how loud.

I replied that I wasn’t the one screaming, the man was.

The librarians told me that both of us would be thrown out of the library if either one of us said anything else.

I said okay and went back to my seat.

I really do try to keep my mouth shut, but the unfairness of the situation makes me speak up. The perps can surround me, hack my computer, hit me with electricity, annoy me and get away with it, but I have to sit quietly and behave like a good little girl.

Being a New Yorker,  I learned long ago not to let anyone step on me.  It’s a lesson I learned well. I guess I just have to learn to put a zipper in my mouth, otherwise, I’ll be thrown out of the library again.

I wondered how long it would be before I was thrown out of the library.  I wouldn’t place any bets on myself.

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Gang Stalking – A creep(s) makes himself at home in my apartment.

creepy (Photo credit: la tia rules)

English: The kitchen in a Stafford apartment (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Every time I leave my apartment, I think about how long it will take the gang stalker(s) to  enter my apartment.

And then I begin to think how disgusting it is to have some creep go through my apartment.  The creep looking at my underwear, my food, touching the food.  Looking at my life through his creepy self.   I think of the creep entering my bedroom and looking through my clothes, deciding if he’s going to rip it that day, or doing something  just as nasty. Perhaps taking my clothes with him to show and tell meetings.  Or going into my kitchen and putting a roach on my food, or throwing out my water and filling it with disgusting tap water.  Or perhaps going into my bathroom and taking my deodorant, toothpaste, or soap.  It creeps me out that some sub-human is making himself at home in my apartment while I’m out doing something. Or perhaps he’ll decide to look through my magazines or old mail.  And fold a page of the magazine over, so I’ll know he’s been in my apartment again.

This is what I think about when I go out.  I imagine the creep sitting on my toilet and not flushing it, as he’s done before.

These are the kind of things I have to think about.  About some creep wandering around in my apartment and making himself at home.  And I think, there’s nothing  I can do it.  And he  knows there’s nothing I can do about it.  So he doesn’t worry about getting caught.  Because he knows he’ll be notified  when I’m coming home, so he can leave.  The creep knows exactly where I am every minute.

He has plenty of time to destroy whatever he wants.  He can remove the screws from my chair, so I’ll hurt myself.  Or he can put fingerprint all over my kitchen table,  or on my bedroom mirror.  Or he can drill  more holes in my floor.  Or take some eggs, because he needs some, or just to make me think I’m losing it.

This is what I think of when I leave my apartment.

It makes me angry that he can just enter my home and do whatever the hell he wants in it.

It makes me sick.

I’d like to catch him some time, but I know I never will.  He has too many others who work with him and will help him do whatever needs doing to destroy whatever I own. Or tear my self-esteem and feel good doing it.

It makes me sick that people like this exist in this world.  And there’s nothing I can do about it.

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