Gang Stalking – Americans are the living dead.

It’s been a week of more and more perps. I don’t know how many there are. It sounds like I’m  exaggerating, but I’m not. There must be at least 300 perps after me. It seems people in Las Vegas have absolutely nothing to do with their lives. Their only life seems to be harassing people and drinking. They do nothing else. They spend all day running after people who haven’t bothered them  and then spend the rest of the time drinking, or doing drugs.

In the last week, they’ve been ripping all of my clothes, putting oil into my barbecue sauce, smashing my fruits and vegetables.  Oh, I forgot, also stealing my clothes and then returning them a day later, or not at all.   And, of course, the daily break-ins haven’t stopped.

I never know when I return home, what I’ll find in my fridge, my bathroom. my bed, my closet. It’s the same feeling I get when I come to the library. What will they do to me at the library? And what they will do to things in my apartment when I’m gone?

No person should have to live as I’m living;  not me, not you, no one!   The crack heads and all the lowlifes  belong in prison.

How is it that no one knows what’s happening to us, but some twitter gets  million hits when he/she couldn’t get a table at a fancy Las Vegas hotel? And a host states that he doesn’t want hippos showing up at his nightclub.

It’s ridiculous!

No wonder the USA is going to the dogs.

The USA has become a place where no one thinks anymore.  They truly are zombies. I’ve used the word “zombie” for a long time now, but, really, I thought American citizens aren’t really zombies. But I’ve given up on that idea, they TRULY are ZOMBIES. They’re the living dead.

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Gang Stalking – Women of Las Vegas, not interested in seeing your underwear!

I sometimes feel as if I’m living in a time warp. Las Vegas seems to have gone backwards instead of forward. It’s like the 30s, 40s, 50s used to be. Men act macho and the women hanger’s on. The women don’t want to work and are willing to be hangers’ on. They dress as if they’re going to  a brothel rather than work. I don’t know if they’re told to dress this way to attract men to where they are, or if it’s of their own making. Either way, don’t they have any respect for themselves? Why do they sell themselves so short? They are more than the way they dress; but if you visit Las Vegas, you would not think so. You would think that women in Las Vegas are not very educated, smart, hard-working, have children, married, etc. The impression they put out there is none of the things I mentioned.

These women go out of their way to show me how short their skirt is, how low their blouse or t-shirt can show their breasts. Some of them wear their skirts so high, I can see their underwear.

And the men, what can I say about the men? I don’t even know where to start? Most of them look as if they never shower, or take a bath. They also wear short-shorts. What a sight to see! It’s supposed to turn me  men wearing short-shorts and women wearing low-cut blouses. and shaking their booties.

To me, Las Vegas is a lost cause. It has had its day in the sun and needs to change. People are not gambling as much anymore. What they are doing is drinking a lot and going to prostitutes. That’s Las Vegas’ main two attractions. And these two attractions can be found in a  lot of other cities. Cities where there is more than drinking and prostitutes.

Anyway, It’s just a rant for today. I’m getting sick of walking behind women who show me their cheeks. I’m not interested. What I’d like to do to the bitches I can’t say here.

What I’d like to say to them – Stop acting like hookers! Grow up! Go home, clean your homes, take care of your children, make sure they don’t follow your lead in life and  become hookers!

Now, I feel a lot better getting if off my chest. But I’m sure they are not going to stop! They like doing what they’re doing. They think they look sexy.  Oh, pleaseee!!!!!!!

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Write a sequel to your favorite movie.

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Write a sequel to your favorite movie.  It can be a synopsis, just a few sentences.  What happens next?  What can you imagine would be the future of the characters, and key decision they’d have to make?  How can you imagine it working out?

My favorite movie has always been “Casablanca”.  Below is the sequel to the story.

The war has ended, and everyone is trying to get back to their normal routine.

The two main characters are Ilsa and Rick.  Rick is a café owner in Morocco.  Ilsa is in Paris, living alone.

Rick has never stopped thinking about Ilsa since he last saw her.  He thinks of her almost every day.  Ilsa is living in Paris and living unhappily.  The nazis killed her husband, and she’s having a hard time dealing with his death.  She’s been drinking a lot, and is very unhappy.  She often thinks of Rick, her ex-lover, and wonders  how he’s doing.  Rick is thinking of selling his café, and returning to the states now that the war is over.  But before he returns to the states, he wants to find out what happened to Ilsa.  Should he take a chance on finding Ilsa and being hurt again?  And Ilsa, should she return to Rick’s Cafe and tell him that her husband has died?  Rick decides he going to find Ilsa.

Ilsa and Rick will find each other, but something that happened will keep them apart.

Countdown:  75 blogs to write.

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