Gang Stalking – I might be in a video on YouTube?

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I pass by a business whose name is Cowboy Boots.  The business sells every kind of boot.  But I’ve noticed every time I pass by it, there’s always something off.  A lot of trash, etc.  I passed by the business yesterday and noticed that it had a bullet hole in one window, another window had wood covering the hole made in it, and there were hundreds of finger prints on the front part of the store.   So I got my courage up and went into the store.  I asked the man at the counter if he was a victim of harassment. He replied, “No, not me. The building’s harassed (I guess he meant the owner of the property).”  So I replied, “I can tell someone’s being harassed by the condition of the building.”  He replied,  “I know the neighborhood’s changed.”  And I said,  “It has nothing to do with the neighborhood changing.  This is happening  to a lot of people. And I’m an also a victim of harassment.  It’s happening to a lot of us.” He replied, “Well, I don’t know anything about that.”  I said, “I write a blog about what’s happening to me and other targets.”  He gave me a look that said he knew what was happening, and I bet he  knew exactly what’s happening to the property owner.  So, someone can be a business owner and have money and it doesn’t make any difference.  If these creeps want to do someone in, money doesn’t matter. It’s get even time.

Before I moved out of my earlier apartment, I was cleaning it.  While cleaning, I heard my voice.  I put my ear to the wall, and sure enough, I could hear my voice. I was singing some song, and could hear myself sneeze.  The perps were watching a video of me dancing around,  I happened to sneezed.  They all began to laugh when they heard my sneeze and made fun of me sneezing. Ha, ha, it’s so funny.  I wanted to run next door and tell them the hell off.  But I did not. I controlled myself. I’m sure they would have been very happy to call the police on me and, and really, there was nothing I could prove.

I went out and stood waiting for the bus. While waiting for the bus, a group of  UNLV (Universitiy of Nevada Las Vegas)  students passed me.  The girls were making the whoop sound I heard in the video and laughing.  I again controlled myself and said nothing.  About five minutes later, another group of UNLV students passed by me.  The two girls in the front were also making the whoop sound and laughing.  The two guys behind the women made some comments.  The first student said,  “I bet she doesn’t know her video’s on YouTube?”  The second student remarked, “I bet she already knows.”  Again, I said nothing.

There might be a video of me out there  making the rounds.  Well, this is the way I see it.  I’m not ashamed of anything that’s shown in this video. I’m in my apartment, which is supposed to be a private place, not bothering anyone. If anyone should be ashamed of the video it is those lowlifes who put a camera in my apartment and watched me and posted the video. I really would like to find the video. Not because I want to see it, but this is evidence of the creeps putting a camera in my apartment.  I would love to put every one of the disgusting sub-humans in jail.  This would be payback.  These people feel they’re Gods and can get away with what they’re doing to me. It would make me very happy to sue everyone of the bastards.  And maybe, just maybe, what’s happening to us would be written about by the useless media people.

So, if you think these creeps don’t have a camera in your house/apartment, think again. They probably do. And maybe a video of you in your home will show up on YouTube, too.

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Gang Stalking – Another day, another perp.

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One of the targets who befriended me on Facebook is in Las Vegas.  I emailed her to ask her to have lunch with me. I discovered she’s staying with another target I consider a gang stalker.  And I told her so.  She told me that she found V.  very nice and she didn’t believe what I said about V.

I find that a lot of things V. says are questionable. V. said she’d been fired.  She has two kids, and she wasn’t working, how can she afford a new moped which cost $800+ when she’s not working? Then she said she had cancer – never lost her hair, never went into the hospital, how can she have cancer and not have chemo?  V. tells a lot of lies.  I can see right through her. I can tell when someone is lying. Most targets don’t spend their time going to nightclubs.  V. is always out partying.  I’m not saying that she can’t go to night clubs, but most of us would have  a terrible time at night clubs. We’d be hounded to death. But V. never complains about gang stalkers.   She’s never been stalked, had her clothes ripped, no one ever breaks into her home.  There’s something about her that screams “gang stalker.” I listen to my instincts, and they’re pretty good.

The target who came in from Seattle wouldn’t have lunch with me because of what I said about V.  I think she probably thinks I’m the perp.  V.’s convinced the woman from Seattle that she’s a little saint. That’s not the impression I get. V. seems extremely self-centered and cares little about others.  It’s all about V.

It’s all right, she can think I’m a perp. Because some day, she’s going to find out the truth about V.  And when she finds out, she’s going to be very disappointed.  I was really looking forward to meeting the target from Seattle, but I guess it’s not meant to be. It would have been nice to have contact with another target.

But we all have lessons to learn in life, maybe the target from Seattle needs to learn something.

Who knows?  Maybe they’re both perps?

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Gang Stalking -Oh, happy day! I feel like dancing…

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Today when I went into the office to pay my rent, none of the people I knew were around.  I asked the new girl what happened to everyone.  She told me that a new company was running the complex and everyone left two weeks ago.  Two weeks! And I wasn’t aware that anyone left.  I wasn’t aware that anyone left because my harassment is still the same.  So they are perps, too, which doesn’t surprise me at.

I can’t say that I miss the people who were running the complex before.  I especially don’t miss the man who was so happy telling me how much money he was making this year “perping” people.

I felt like jumping up and down when I heard the news about the takeover, but I kept my cool.  But inside I was jumping up and down.

We never know what is going to happen in our life.  The man who was bragging about making so much money was, I’m sure, counting all the money he was going to be making this year.  But, fate stepped in and gave him a curb.  I don’t want to sound too happy about his fate, but I can’t help but feel good about it.  It’s about time some perp got his “just deserts.”   For too long we targets have gotten a raw deal.  It’s good to see a perp get his; not only him but his co-workers, too.  Now they’ll have to go stand in the unemployment line.

Oh, happy day! I feel like dancing…

I know, I’ll probably get punished for rejoicing, but it’s worth it.

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