Gang Stalking- The devils always come out of the woodwork

The world seems to be getting stranger and stranger. Some of the things I’ve heard lately make me want to be on another planet.

Well, anyway, I had to go to the bank to try to resolve a problem I’m having with it. So far, it’s gone on for 6 days and no resolution.  While I was in the bank speaking with the banker,   a bank teller kept looking at me and laughing. I ignored him. Then one of the bankers came over to the teller and they both looked my way. I heard the teller say to the banker, “Huh, you came over to see the devil!!” and then both of them had a really good laugh before the banker went back to his desk.

I left the bank without saying anything. But then I decided “they’re not going to talk about me like that and get away with it”. So I returned to the bank. I asked the girl at the front if there was a manager around. She said “yes” and went to get the manager.

The manager came out and looked very angry.  I ignored her attitude and I told her  what the teller said to the banker. She stood in front of me and said nothing. So I said, “I didnt’ like their attitude. It was rude to talk about a customer that way.” Still, she said nothing. I kept looking at her for a response. Nothing. Then she finally said, “I’ll go over and have a talk with the teller.”  And she walked toward the teller. I left. I didn’t stay to see if she said anything to the teller. I have a feeling that I should’ve stayed. I bet money that she probably didn’t say anything to the teller.

This is one reason I hate going to the bank. The bank tellers are always rude and begin to laugh as soon as  I enter the bank. You’re probably thinking “why not change bank?” Why not change banks? Because exactly the same thing would happen and I’d be no better off. It might even be worse.

The bank I use is Wells Fargo and I’ve had problems in the past with their people. I’ve complained but nothing’s ever done.  And I don’t think, because I complained yesterday, anything is going to change.

And as to anyone being a devil, that’s like a pot calling a kettle black. They’re the devils. I go into the bank to get take care of  bank business and the devils always come out of the woodwork.

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Gang Stalking – It’s a lonely life…

A breeze in the curtains at Muleshoe Heritage Center (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Harassment City (Photo credit: Olivander)no, not the city, the federal government.

harassment (Photo credit: -kÇ-)

Today, I got a response from simpleteenagethoughts who told me I should move from where I live.  I guess I’m not getting my message across.  I moved 6 times in one year.  How many more times do I have to move to be left alone?

She told me that I should just ignore what is happening to me.  I wish I could.  I would like nothing better than not to have to deal with the gang stalkers.  But how can I ignore something that’s done to me non-stop?  What’s occurring to me is not something that happens every week, month.  It is 24/7 harassment.  It just never stops. There is nothing I can do to get away from them.  It doesn’t matter where I move, where I go, where I eat, where I travel, they’re there.  The faces are different, but the harassment is the same.  People just don’t seem to understand how insidious what’s happening to me is.

I’m not allowed a minute to myself.  There is always someone following me around…trying to hit me, trying to make me lose my cool. That’s their main purpose, to drive me crazy.  I can’t even begin to mention all the people who, because of the gang stalkers, ended up in mental wards, lost their homes, their family, their jobs.  There are people who killed themselves because they prefer death over the harassment. Once this harassment happens to a person, there is no living life anymore. The gang stalkers are an ever-present evil.  Imagine the devil following you 24/7, that’s what our existence is like.

I wish  as simpleteenagethoughts wrote, I could put this gang stalking behind me and get on with my life.  I would like nothing better.  I would like my life back.

I dream of having a nice place to live –  to have pretty curtains on my window, colorful throw rugs all over my floor, a t.v., a couch where I can put my feet up, a bed, nice dishes, silverware, glasses, friends who can visit me, have a nice dinner at a table.  These are things I miss.  I don’t have any of these things anymore.

I sleep on a flattened air mattress, eat off  paper plates, have no curtains, walk on a dirty gray rug, have no t.v., no couch, no nice dinner dishes, and definitely have  no friends to visit me.  It’s a lonely life.

By the way, thank you simpleteenagethoughts for your reply.

P.S.  Today, the bastard who has taken over my computer, keeps trying to insert a woman whose breast are showing on my blog.  I keep deleting her, but he keeps adding her.  So I’m hitting Publish, I hope you don’t get what he’s trying to add.  Please let me know if you do.  Thank you.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – If you started a music band, what would the name be?

Bonus: If you could play any instrument, what would you play?

If I had a band, I would call it  “Go to Hell Band.”  The band would sing songs about gang stalking and the many ways targeted people are  harassed by the gang stalkers.  And the songs would be about telling the gang stalkers where the hell they could go.  The  logo of the band would show a devil with a pitch fork and the devil being consumed by fire.  It would send a message to the gang stalkers that this  is where they are going to end  up when their days on earth are no more.

When I was in my early teens, I began practicing the piano.  I really liked playing the piano, but being so young, sitting inside practicing while I could hear my friends outside  running around, laughing and having a good time, made me wish I was outside playing with them.  As you can imagine, it was a choice of sitting at the piano and practicing or going outside and having a good time.  Well, the good time won.  I gave up practicing the piano.  I regret I did not continue my piano lessons.  I promised myself before I die, I will learn to play the piano.

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