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Gang Stalking – Step into my shoes for a day.

Well, I hope you targets out there get to read this blog. The last one I wrote didn’t get through. It was sent to another page and I couldn’t  send it to my regular page, so I deleted it.

Anyway, the other day at the library, it was like a zoo. I think it was  Wednesday that the library was overrun with perps. Every corner, seat, computer, table had a perp sitting on it, or leaning on it.

I came into the library, sat and waited for my turn to get on the computer.  The noise level while I waited sounded just  like all the noise the  animals make  at the zoo  – grunts, hollering, banging, lots of  hehehehehe,   stomping, walking around nervously,  etc.  The same thing is happening while I type this. Every one of the  jerks is doing the “fake” cough. I hope they all choke to death. And I mean it. I wish my tape recorder worked so I could record all the noise.  The people who are coming into the library are getting progressively trashier, if that’s possible.

So as I was writing, I waited for my turn to come.  A man got up and I went over to the computer, signed on with my computer number and hit internet.  I got no internet. What I got instead was a frontal view of a  naked woman, with her legs wide open, and her  pubic hair showing.  Immediately,  I  turned the photo off, and proceeded to write my blog.  I heard a woman laughing.  Oh, it’s so funny!

This is what I have to put up with at the library. A bunch of pornographers who think doing this to someone is funny.  I don’t think it’s funny at all.  If they want to look at pornography that’s their right,  but I don’t want to be in their sick world, and I shouldn’t have to put up with their garbage.  I went over to the librarian and told her what happened to my computer.  She got on the phone and said she’d take care of it.  Sure she did.  I beat what she did was call the monitor and tell her what the perps did to me and probably laughed about it. I don’t trust any of the librarians at the library. They know what’s going on and are part of what’s happening  in our lives.  They’re just as involved with what’s going on as the lowlifes who get paid to come to the library and harass us.  I don’t think most of these people have brains. I think most of them were born without them.  That’s why they act the way they do.

Oh, I had to get off the computer because my hour was up.  As I got off my seat, I noticed there was a puddle next to my feet. It wasn’t there when I sat down.  The lowlife who sat next to me threw the water on the floor so I’d fall when I got up.  I saw him put the cup away and put it in his plastic bag when the librarian came into the room to help a customer.  But I didn’t fall. I saw the puddle before I stepped in it.

These bastards all need to be put  in prison and the key should be thrown away.  Let the bastards fend for themselves.  Let them kill each other. The world will be a better place without them in it.  I know that sounds harsh, but you have to put yourself in my shoes to understand what I have to deal with every day of my life.

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Gang Stalking – I’m tired of being tired.

Latte Art

Latte Art (Photo credit: metalpinguin)

"I Am Tired" - NARA - 558861

“I Am Tired” – NARA – 558861 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Redesigned logo used from 2011-present.

Redesigned logo used from 2011-present. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sometimes I feel so tired.  I get tired of feeling tired.  I want a day I can just relax, and not have to  worry about the horrible day that’s ahead of me.  I want to go to Starbucks, have a latte and truly enjoy it.  I want to go to a movie, and see a comedy and laugh. I want to take a walk, and not have  to watch my back.  I want to make love to someone without worrying about someone watching me on a camera.  I just want to be.  Will I ever have a day to myself again?  Or is it something that’s never going to happen?  Am I going to spend the rest of my life living in this unwanted hell  not of my making?  I wish I had a magic crystal ball that would tell me of the future that’s ahead of me.  Is it a future I can look forward to?  Or a future that will make me regret I was ever born?

I’m tired of being tired.

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Gang Stalking – The nazis are winning the war.

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BANKSTER DOOMSDAY KIT … Economic Inequality: a Small Price to Pay for Staying Human (8/23/2012, 2:54 pm) …item 3.. Spotify – The bottom line: It’s the best free music option since stealing. (July 14, 2011) … (Photo credit: marsmet451)

The maintenance man finally showed up.  I didn’t  think he  would.  He also showed up with a visitor. A woman from the office,and she began taking pictures of my apartment.    I didn’t stop her .  I like to push things to its conclusions.

My lease is up next month, maybe they want me out. If they want me out, I’ll leave.

Living in this apartment has been hell since I moved in.

Of course, anywhere else I go will be just as hellish.  There’s really nowhere we targets can go that’s safe.

The same things will start happening again.  Just new faces to get to hate and a new neighborhood full of perps.

Where is the justice in what’s happening to us?

We’re being tortured and we haven’t done anything to anyone, except to defend ourselves.  We all have a right to defend ourselves.

But the nazis seem to be winning the war. There’s more and more of us, and none of us can get justice.  We’re all maligned, lied about and treated like dirt.

There are blogs galore written about gang stalking, but still, no seems to be aware of what is happening, and probably don’t care.

When will we get our day in court?  When will this harassment stop?  When, when, when?

I am so tired of all the shit.

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Gang Stalking – It’s better to be a lion…

English: Nurse Elizabeth Kenny photographed in...

English: Nurse Elizabeth Kenny photographed in 1915 Nurse Kenny photographed as she went to nurse in England during World War I. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lion

Lion (Photo credit: fatedsnowfox)

Sometimes I wonder why I write this blog. I disagree with someone and he/she becomes a little crazy.  Ah, life…Life in the Crazy Lane (that would make a good title for a book).

I think the woman who made comments on my blog threatening me, lives two doors from me, apartment 206.

I’m not writing a blog today. I keep thinking of  the children who died and my heart is not into writing today. I’ll leave you with two quotes:

It’s better to be a lion for a day than a sheep all your life —  Elizabeth Kenny

He who angers you conquers you – Elizabeth Kenny

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Gang Stalking – Surrounded by a world of pink.

Pink dogwood flowering head

Pink dogwood flowering head (Photo credit: Martin LaBar)

Pink nail polish.

Pink nail polish. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Pink!

Pink! (Photo credit: fabrice79)

pink mannequin

pink mannequin (Photo credit: minicooper93402)

English: Jing Ulrich wearing a pink dress.

English: Jing Ulrich wearing a pink dress. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

pink pink pink

pink pink pink (Photo credit: Malingering)

 

Today is pink day.  Not pink day for women’s cancer pink, but pink because I’m wearing pink.  I’m wearing a pink, turtle neck sweater.  And everywhere I look, I see pink.  Women wearing pink pants. Pink jackets. Pink shoes. Pink  bags. Pink lipstick. Pink nail polish.  One woman I saw, wore a pink hat, jacket, bag, shoes. All these people made sure that they stood where I could see them.  And when I entered my complex, a woman opened her door and made sure I saw her wearing pink.  All these people are mimicking me wearing pink. The creatures do this to me a lot.  Whatever color I wear, they mimic.  But usually,  everybody is not wearing the same color.  The colors vary.  This is the first time I’ve seen so many people wearing the same color.  I hope they all turn pink. Have a pink day.

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Gang Stalking – What a great day it’s been???!!!

English: Black-Hair

English: Black-Hair (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You won’t believe it, but I managed to fix my computer.  I’m back home typing.  I’m so glad I don’t have to put up with the perps at the library.  What a bunch of lowlife people.  I’m still  amazed at how evil people are after all this time. I keep thinking that I’ll meet some decent, caring people, but I never do.  I keep meeting mean, evil ones.

I got on this afternoon and I was able to start my blog, and the hackers did a job on me. My computer went on the frizz, and it’s taken me all day to get back on.  That’s about eight hours I’ve tried to get on.  I almost gave up, but I told myself stick in there.  Don’t let them win.  And I got off and on over fifty times, and each time it got worse.  Finally, at 7:00 p.m., I was able to get onto WordPress.  I couldn’t even get into WordPress.   My password didn’t work.  I made up another password, it didn’t work. My sign-in from WordPress disappeared.   The only thing I could see was a disappearing half line.  And, believe me, I’m going to lose my hair if  I keep trying to type my blog.  I kept putting my hand through my hair nervously. I’m not the type to touch my hair too much, but touch my hair I did.

The lowlifes who spend their time hacking targets are the scum of the earth.  And the more they hack me, the more it makes me want to write.  So far, they have not been able to stop me from writing, and I’m sure they’re not happy when I persevere.  They want me to throw my hands up in the air and give up.  They already know that I’m as stubborn as a mule, and being a stubborn mule has pushed me forward.

I totally think that the hackers are not human.  They all belong in hell.  I think all of them have horns on top of their heads, how else can it be explained how evil they all are?

Not only has my day been a waste of time, but the idiot next door is banging on the wall with a hammer.  I can see his horns every time I run into him.  And what I’d like to do to the idiot I can’t say.  I’m sure you targets all know how I feel about the perps.  You all go through the same things I do.  The idiot is still banging away!

Another exciting day in the life of a target.  Whoopee!

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Gang Stalking – Back at the library with the perps.

Rathmines Library

Well, I’m back at the library again. My computer is absolutely full of viruses.  There isn’t a virus on anything in my computer.  If computer viruses were money, I’d be rich.

So since I now have to type my blog from a library computer, I probably won’t be able to answer your comments immediately.  I’ll try to get to your comments as soon as I’m able to and respond.

And, of course, as always, it is as much  fun as ever being in the library.  The library is full of perps.  I don’t think there is anyone here who isn’t a perp.

But before I get off the computer,  I want you to read my blog dated November 1, 2012. I typed it on the 13th of November, but the hackers re-dated it and moved it to November 1 (Look at the phony I  in November. It looks like an “I.” The title is Corporate, Mom and Pop,  etc.)   So  I want to make  sure you read it since they don’t like it. There must be something I typed that they don’t want you to see.

I’ll try to get my computer fixed, but it’s going to be hard to find someone who will really  fix it . I’ll  probably have to resort to going back to that useless place Best Buy.

Another day in the life of a target. Don’t we just have a life full of fun?!!

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Where do you go to be brave?

Among the Brave

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Image via Wikipedia – DNA

Is it your home? The gym? Is it in your home? Your journal? Where is the place you are the bravest? When is the time when you are most brave?

There is no place where I am the bravest.  Every minute of every hour of every day of every week, I have to be brave.  There is no such thing as a minute of my life where I can relax and just be.  I never know what will be done to me that requires me to be brave.  So I’m always on the edge of being brave.  I’m on the ready when the need arises.  It’s become part of my DNA.

Countdown:  62 blogs to write.

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