Gang Stalking – I can recognize a face years later.

I came into the library and got a computer to use. I sat down and had to get up again. I stood with my chair underneath me.  I was about to sit down, when I remembered what they like to do to me. Sure enough, The man sitting next to me pulled the chair away from where I was standing. If I hadn’t turned around and checked, I would’ve ended up on the floor. I said to the guy, “I know better than to sit down without turning around.” He wouldn’t look at me. Coward!!

Well, anyway, as I left the library yesterday, I almost bumped into the guy who knocked  me down a few days ago. I said, “You’re the guy who knocked me down a few days ago.” He said, “Not me. It was someone else.”  He was very calm when he said it.

Now if someone said to me that I knocked him down, I would respond  with , “What are you talking about?  I haven’t done anything to you.” And I’d be angry at someone accusing me of hurting him/her when I hadn’t.

They like to do this. A few days after a criminal has done something to me, they always show up to see if I remember them.  I always do.  I used to be an artist. And when look at someone, I’m drawing then in my mind, so most times, I can identify someone if I see them later on. It’s very rare that I don’t remember a face.

These criminals train to respond in such a way that makes them sound innocent. But you accuse them of doing something and they always respond in the same loud way. And then show up a few days later looking unlike themselves,. They cut their hair, grow hair on their faces, wear different clothing. But no matter what changes they make to themselves, I can identify them. I have no problem.

These criminals can disappear for a yea and I will recognize them. They need a facelift for me not to recognize them. And even then, there’s other ways of telling who they are. So if they think they’re safe from me, they should think about what they’re doing. Some people remember faces, some don’t. And I happen to be one of those people who remember. Lucky me, unlucky criminals.

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Gang Stalking – I will spit in every zombie’s face some day. Yes, I will.

Ironworkers surprised by photographer, while erecting the steel frame of a new building, at the Massachusetts General Hospital, USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I wasn’t going to blog today, but I just had.

That man that everyone is calling mentally ill is not. Not in any way, shape or form. He’s 100% one of us. He’s been one of the first to speak about what’s been happening to him. The other targets never spoke about what was happening to them, but this one did.

He told about how the construction workers made fun of him, and said nasty things to him. How the construction workers made it a point to park in front of where he lived. How he kept hearing voices. How he was hit with a electronic magnetic weapon. How he was followed everywhere. I hope those construction workers feel good about what they did to this man. I hope they do. I’m sure they feel no guilt about they did to this man. Nor does anyone else who harassed this man and drove him to do what he did. There’s just so much a human being can take.

The man is telling the truth about what was happening to him. I know about the construction workers. These low-lifes do the same things to me. Every time I pass by a construction site, I have to put up with extraordinary noise, dirt thrown in my direction, laughter. I also have to put up with being hit, but I know how it’s done. I don’t think this man knew how it was done. And the following…everywhere I go, followed.

Another death caused by the U.S. government and the zombies they hire to do their dirty work for them.

When, oh, when, are people going to start questioning what is happening? As I stated before, this will happen again. Why don’t the news people get off their doffs and really find out why there are so many shootings by supposedly sane people? And this man is sane. He was not crazy. If he was crazy, so is everybody else.

I had to come to the library today and exonerate this man. He was driven to the point to where he got. Driven to this point by hateful, zombies. Keep up the good work zombies. It seems you’re all winning. But your zombies’ day will come. And I can’t wait for that day. As I previously stated, I will spit in every one of your faces. Yes, I will.

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Gang Stalking – Where do I go?

English: Las Vegas Strip (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Two Towers Las Vegas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today, I paid the last rent in the complex in which I live.  Of all the places  I lived, this was one of the worse.  I won’t say that it’s the worse, because there might be worse things coming my way.  I have 29 days left to find another apartment.  But where do I go?  Where do I turn?  It doesn’t matter where I go, the same thing that’s happening to me here will happen wherever I go.

I can’t turn to family.  No family left in my life.  The government made sure of that.  No friends to turn  to. They also made sure that friends  turned against me.  I can’t really turn to anyone. There is no one I can turn to, or trust.  And if someone is truly caring and would like to help, they’ll turn them against me as well.

Once I start looking for a new apartment, they’ll be on top of me every second, every minute.  They want to make sure I don’t get away from them.  And wherever I go, they will show up and show their badge.  It’s amazing to me how easily  people believe someone who sticks a badge in their faces.  If someone showed me a badge, I’d check them out. I’ve learned not to take anybody’s word for anything.  They’ll follow me by car constantly. Just the thought of looking for a new apartment makes me sick knowing what I’ll have to put with.

I know there are targets who believe that if they move, things will change.  But things will not change.  It’ll be the same b.s. all over again.  The constant harassment, following us everywhere, lying about us,  turning people who don’t know  anything about us against us.

Moving to a new place will not stop any of the things now happening to me, but I won’t have to look at the  faces which I’ve come to know and truly hate.  And “hate” is a mild word compare to what I want to call them.

So I have to start looking for a new apartment.  I have no choice.  This place in which I live is disgusting.  I’m surprised I lasted this long.

I’m lucky that the economy is terrible in Las Vegas, and I can still find an inexpensive apartment. Who  knows,  maybe I’ll get lucky and get a different gang stalking monitor?  The monitor in this area  has no soul.  He’s evil.  I’ve seen him more than a few times, and he really enjoys mistreating people.  But he’ll get his!  And so will all his helpers.  In the end, we all get what we deserve.

If there’s someone who lives in Las Vegas and knows of a decent apartment, please contact me via my blog. Thanks.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Where is God when I need him?

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Here I am sitting on the bus.  I’m just sitting here not bothering anyone.  But soon, I feel a blast of electricity hit me.  I look up. There’s a man’s reflection on the computer monitor on the bus, and he’s watching me.  He looks away when he sees me looking at him.  He’s trying to figure out my location so he can hit me with his weapon.  I look down, and quickly look up again.  I catch him looking at me again.  He’s still trying to get my location.  The bus is full of these jerks trying to make me their target.

I can’t go anywhere without running into these animals.  I just don’t get it.  How can people be so evil?  These people know nothing about me (except for the lies the U.S. government has told them).  They’ve never spoken with me, nor interacted with me.  They don’t know the first thing about me, but, yet, I see such hatred for me in their faces.

How can people be so ignorant?  The U.S. government has told all these people a lot of lies about me.  And they believe every one of the lies.  Why don’t they ask me if the things the government has told them are true.

Do these people think that the U.S. government has never lied about anything?  Throughout history the government has lied and tortured different groups.

It just never stops the harassment.  Not for a minute.  I’m living in hell.  I think I’ve died and ended up in hell,  and the people who harass me are devils.  How else can I explain the evil done to me by these people?

Where is God when I need him?

Countdown:  76 blogs to write.

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