Violence has broken out at Bundy Ranch

This is what I wrote about yesterday. I couldn’t get the video to work, maybe you’ll be able to see this one. It’s amazing to me how little attention the media is paying to this story. NE1

Gang Stalking – My nephew’s visit good for my soul.

My nephew  is  in Las Vegas this week, till Sunday. Since I don’t have a phone, I’ve had a problem getting in touch with him.  He’s staying at the Hilton Grand Vacation Resort.  I went there this morning to get in touch with him, but he had to work, so I didn’t get to see him. He’s at a convention and will be returning to California.

Anyway, as I was writing, I had to go the Hilton and I felt as if I was back at the library. People at the Hilton are from everywhere in the world, but you would not think so.  The same thing that happens to me at the library happened to me at the Hilton.  As soon as I stepped inside the Hilton, loud music, everybody showing up where I was. A lot of loud talking, laughing, banging, women showing up half-naked with their boobs hanging out, and real tight elastic clothing. I’m surprised their dresses stayed on them. It was really disgusting. And it’s always the fattest ones who wear the tight, tight clothing with the fat coming out from every part of their body. They really need to take a good look in their mirror.

It’s amazing that people who don’t know me know exactly what to do on their vacation. They’re just as bad  as the Las Vegas perps. They’re no better.  These people come  from   Spanish-speaking countries, Scandinavian, Asian, etc. So it’s proof that if we decide to leave the U.S. for a better place, it won’t work. We’ll be harassed just as much wherever we go. We’re not safe anywhere. Someone mentioned to me that the United Nations is involved in what’s happening to  us, and got all the other countries to go along with what it wanted to do.  And that makes a lot of sense, it’s a worldwide thing. It’s happening all over the world. And the United Nations is in touch with a lot of countries.

Anyway, I felt I was back  at  the zoo. I left one zoo for another one.

I’m sure my nephew knows about the gang stalking, but I’m not going to mention it to him. What’s the point? He won’t believe me and think I’m a dingbat. But it’ll be good to see family again, even if it’s for a short  while. It’s good for my soul.  Maybe it’ll be a good visit. I’m just going to try to enjoy my visit with him..

So if I find my nephew, I’ll probably miss a few blogs. I’ll tell you how my visit went. Take care of yourselves.

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Gang Stalking – No longer living in a world of imaginary creatures.

 

Punishment (Photo credit: Toban B.)

 

 

Water Horse (Photo credit: Steve Snodgrass)

 

 

English: Logo for New Fantasyland — the expansion of Fantasyland at Walt Disney World’s Magic Kingdom. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I’ve tried for about three hours to get onto my computer.  The hackers removed the internet access, cookies, everything. I kept signing on and nothing would take.  Over and over I had to sign in, sign out, try restore(which doesn’t work), and over and over I tried.

 

After almost three hours, I signed on.  This usually happens to me, but not to such an extend.  Sometimes, I just feel like saying “f–k it” and give up my blog.  But this blog keeps me sane, and keeps me in touch with other targets.  We can all get sympathy and advice from each other, because we’re definitely not going to get it from anyone else.  All we get from the public is harassment and humiliation.  We need each other.  I need you more than I think you need me.  Some of you are luckier than I am.  You still have some family. I don’t.

 

Sometimes I think  confronting my family was a mistake, but I can’t live  with lies.  I’ve always been honest to a fault, always been very upfront about everything.  And knowing my family was trying to destroy me is not something I can live with.  I wish I was that way sometimes.  I make my life  difficult by not living in a land of imaginary creatures. I’ve always lived in the real world, or anyway, the world I thought was real.

 

The world I thought was real, turned out not to be.  The government I thought stood for honesty, turned out not to be.  Family turned into people I didn’t recognize.  I thought police were also honest, but no, no there’s no  such thing as honest police officers.  They’re all corrupt.

 

Everything I thought was real, is not real.  I’ve been stripped naked of every belief I’ve ever had.  I’ve tried to find out what it is I really believe, what is really real, not some imagined fantasy I have.

 

I’m sure all you targets can understand what I’m writing about, because all of you were stripped naked of all your beliefs, too.  I’m sure, as I am, trying to find a new way of living, a new way of surviving,  because that’s all we’re trying to do is survive.  We’re not allowed to live normal lives.  Every day we live is a new challenge.  What new awful thing will come our way today?   How  will we handle it?  Can we handle it?  Will this be the day we fall apart?

 

But every day, every year we survive makes us just a little stronger. What once we thought we couldn’t handle, we do. And we gain courage from every bad thing that happens to us.  We can look back and think about what we’ve survived so far, and this encourages us to go on another day, another year.

 

We targets are stronger than we think.  Think back to all the horrible things we’ve survived, and give yourself credit for being strong.

 

We targets are strong and we are going to stick around to make sure the people who torture us get their punishment. Yesiree, targets, we’re sticking around to make sure they all go to jail and get their “just desserts”.

 

I look forward to the day when we targets can get together to celebrate our unshackling.  And it will happen.  Let the torturers live in their Fantasyland that they will never be discovered.

 

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Gang Stalking – In a psychological war to stay sane.

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Laws of Psychological Warfare (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cordwainer Smith (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

All day long, some idiot has run back and forth in front of my apartment.  “It” sounds like a herd of elephants. I’m no longer going to call someone he/she.  I’m going to call them “it”.  No female or male i.d.  Most of these sub-humans don’t deserve to have anything identifying them as human, and to call someone he/she is to identify them as human.  So from now on, all perps will be known as “it.”

The “Its” are really acting up lately.  Last night one of them pounded on my door. Of course, I didn’t bother to answer. I wasn’t doing anything and whatever they had to say to me I had no desire to hear.

There are religious people who believe in devils.  I do believe in devils, but not in a religious way.  To me, all the devils are here on earth.  They’re walking around right next to you and me.  These devils are the people who make every day a miserable experience for us.  Don’t these people have a conscience?  Every day they get up and spend their day thinking how much more miserable they can make our existence.  They think that all of us are worthless human beings to be treated any way they feel like treating us.  I always wonder what kind of people these are?  What made them the way they are?  How can anyone treat someone else the way they treat us?

My conscience would not let me treat someone the way I’m treated.  I’ll admit I defend myself and find myself doing things that I would not have done in million years.  I find myself feeling  guilty for doing it. But I realize I’m fighting devils, so all’s fair in war, as the saying goes.  And believe me, we’re fighting a war.  A war to take our dignity from us.  A war to make us homeless.  A war to strip us of  everything we own.  A war to turn our families against us.  A war to make us into zombies by trying to make  us take pills forced on us by doctors.

We are in a psychological war to stay sane.

The devils will do everything in their power to win.  It’s good versus evil.  And evil they all are.  They have no souls.

In the end, good will win. I have to believe good will win, otherwise, there’s no hope for the world. Hopefully, we’ll have the last laugh.

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Gang Stalking – Human Rights Day…I don’t think so.

English: A mural describing human rights in Turkey outside of the public education building in Bayramic Turkey (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Human Rights (Photo credit: h de c)

English: WikiProject Human rights logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today is Human Rights Day.  It is celebrated every year throughout the world.  It is a day established by U.N. to grant(?) everybody basic human rights.

Rights are given to us at birth; it is not a privilege.  A privilege can be taken away from you, but a right it’s yours from the moment of your birth.

Below are your human rights:

1.  We are all born free and equal.

2.  We have a right not to be discriminated against.

3.  The right to life and to live in freedom and safety.

4.  No one has the right to enslave you.

5.  No torture. No one has the right to torture you.

6.  You have human rights no matter where you live. No one has the right to take them away from you.

7.  We’re all equal before the Law. The Law must treat everyone fairly.

8.  Your Human Rights are protected by Law.

9.  You have the right to unfair detainment.  No one can put you in prison without good reason, or to send you away from your country.

10. You have the right to a trial.  The trial should be in a public place.

11.  We’re all innocent until proven guilty.

12.  Nobody should try to harm our good name. Nobody has the right to come into our home, open our letters, or bother us or our family without a good reason.

13.  We have the freedom to move where we want anywhere in our country, and travel as we wish.

14.  We have a right to find a safe place to live.

15.   We have a right to nationality. We have the right  to belong to a country.

16.   We have a right to marriage and family. Every adult has the right to marry and have a family.

17.  We have the right to own things, and share them.

18.   We have freedom of thought.  We all have the right to believe what we want.

19.   We have the right to make up our own minds.

20.   We have the right to public assembly, and to gather with others to protect our human rights.

21.    We have the right to democracy.  We have the right to take part in the government of our country, and allowed to choose our  own leaders.

22.   We have the right to affordable housing, medicine, education, child care, and medical care if we’re old or ill.

23.   We have the right to workers’ rights; right to a  job at a fair wage,  and to join a trade union.

24.   We have the right to play – the right to rest  from work and to relax.

25.   Right to food and shelter.

26.  Right to education.

27.   We have a right to copyright  one’s artistic creations and writing; others can’t copy without permission.

28.    We have a right to a fair and free world.

29.    We all have the right of responsibility.  We have a duty to help those less fortunate.

30.    No one can take away your human rights.

Now, targets, I’m sure as you read your rights, you’ll see that a lot of  our rights are non-existent.  The government has done a good job of doing away with our human rights.

Should we celebrate Human Rights Day?

I say, what for?   We hardly have Human Rights, so why bother?

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Gang Stalking – Taking a chance on family.

Christmas cards with angels, scandinavian “nisser”, Father Christmas, snow men, hearts and gold. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Rust Craft, circa 1950 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The world’s first commercially produced Christmas card, designed by John Callcott Horsley for Henry Cole (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today, I decided to send Christmas cards to members of my family who I know haven’t done anything to me.  I’ve had no contact with any of my family for three years.  I don’t  know  anything about what’s going on in their lives, but since every member of  my family I had contact with stalked me, I didn’t trust anyone in my family.  So I stayed away from all of them.  I was afraid to find out if the ones who hadn’t stalked me were in on it.  And I rather have my suspicion than to actually find out they   are gang stalkers, too.

None of my family knows whether I’m dead or alive.  I haven’t contacted them by phone, IM, mail, or visited them.  And I don’t know anything about how their life is going.  I don’t know if  they’re sick, alone, need help, doing well,  happy.  For all I know, something bad could have happened to one of them.

I finally decided to get in touch with them and really find out what the truth is about the rest of my family.  The last member of my family I had contact with was my oldest sister.  I spoke with her on the phone and I told her about my gang stalking.  She told me she believed me, but  my other sisters said exactly the same thing and then stalked me.  My sister told me to come back home to N.Y. and she would help me, but my instincts told me not to trust her.  So I followed my instincts.  My instincts are always right on.

My older sister has always watched out for me, and I’ve missed her in my life.  I was always the pesky younger sister. But I always thought very highly of my sister and admire her.  I feel I have to judge her on how she’s treated me my whole life, instead of  judging her for what the rest of the family did to me.

So I’ve thrown caution to the wind and decided to give everyone who I know hasn’t stalked me, a chance to show me what they’re all about.  I’ve contacted every one of my family members to find out the truth about them.  I want to know the truth.

If it turns out, they’re also gang stalkers, I’ve lost nothing.  If I find out, they’re on my side, then, at least, I’ll know and can have a  family again.

I know the gang stalking will still continue, but I’ll have part of the family on my side.   At least, I’ll have someone to talk with, someone to spend holidays with.

It’s been very lonely not having a family. It’s been very painful not to  have contact with any of my family. That’s what I’ve missed most.  The warmth of a family.

Maybe something good will happen  after I hear from them.  I can only hope.  Life is all about hope.  I have to take a chance on my family and  hope for the best.

WordPress “thank you” for the snowflakes. Love them.

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Gang Stalking – Happy Thanksgiving Day to all of you.

A roast turkey prepared for a traditional U.S. Thanksgiving meal. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Pie for Dad (Photo credit: bignoseduglyguy)

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.  I’m not going to write about gang stalking today. It’s a day to sit back and relax, and I don’t want to  write anything that will mess up your day.  Enjoy being with your family, if you’re lucky enough to still have one, and show them your appreciation for sticking by you. Not all of us are so lucky.

For those of you alone, I know how you feel. I’m alone myself, no family, friends. But I’m going to make a little thanksgiving dinner for myself.  Being solo means I can’t really make a turkey.  It would be  wasted. I don’t really like turkey that much anyway.  But I still have  Thanksgiving dinner, though. I just do it cheaply.  Maybe  you’d like to do the same thing. So below is what I do on Thanksgiving and almost every other holiday.

What I do is buy slices of  roasted turkey breast from the deli (Boar‘s Head has few chemicals) and is about the best. Get a can of cranberry sauce,  buy a few potatoes, milk, gravy in a jar, any vegetable you like, pie, nuts, butter, and stuffing in a box. The only thing you have to cook are the potatoes.  Everything else you just have to heat up.  Easy as pie.  You can make mashed potatoes, or any kind of potatoes you like.  That’s the reason for the milk and butter, mashed potatoes.

It’s better than going out to eat. They overcharge you and they probably do the same thing that I do.

So enjoy your Thanksgiving and relax.

And thanks every one of you for reading my blog.

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Gang Stalking – Celebrate the holidays.

English: Traditional Kitchen Witch Doll or Hearth Doll for home protection. From Mal Corvus Witchcraft & Folklore artefact private collection owned by Malcolm Lidbury (aka Pink Pasty) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ii3_OgxiVQ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For the past  four years, I haven’t celebrated any holiday.  Before gang stalking, I loved the decorations and getting together with my family to celebrate the holidays.

But as I wrote, it’s been four years since I’ve celebrated  anything, even my birthday.

I’m now completely alone.  I have no family, no friends, no one I can trust.  And the few times I tried to befriend someone, it  didn’t turn out too well.  Most of the times, the person turned into a perp, if he hadn’t been one.  So trusting someone is not something I do anymore.  I rarely talk  with someone, or  say much  of anything  to anyone.

So, really, it’s been a very lonely four years.  Celebrating holidays by myself  just makes me feel loner,  makes me think of my family and the friends I used to have.

I  really miss getting together with my family, and so I stopped celebrating anything.

But lately, I feel the need to celebrate something. Celebrate that I’ve survived four lonely years, and I’m still as sane as I was.

I decided from now, even though I’m alone, that I’m going to celebrate holidays.

Today I went shopping for some Halloween decorations.  I bought a crashed witch.  I’m sure you’ve seen it in the store. It shows a witch that has crashed into a wall.

I put the witch decoration on my front door for all to see.

Now, knowing how  the perps destroy everything I buy,  I’m wondering if tomorrow morning, the witch will still be on the door, and how long it will be before they destroy it.

I’m not going to keep opening my door  to see if the witch is still there.  I have a feeling by the time I wake up tomorrow, it will not be on the door, or if it is, it will probably  be in tatters.

What do you think?  Do you think they will destroy it?  Will be it in tatters?  Still be on the door?  Let me know what  you think will happen to it?

Go out and buy a decoration and celebrate the holiday.  Enjoy yourself. Don’t let them take away your joy, as they did to me.

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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 – Gang stalkers on “power trip”.

English: veggies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Magic wand (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sometimes I think the life I’m leading is worse than anyone else’s.  And then I find out someone else is going through  horrible things.  I’m going through horrible things, but imagine what I’m going through plus having other problems added to it.  It makes me feel foolish to be feeling sorry for myself.  I know a lot of people who are suffering in silence.  Who have no way out of their situation.  They have to put up with a bunch of creepy gang stalkers plus deal with a family that mistreat them.  My heart goes out to them.  There is just so much hate in the world, and people who enjoy stepping on other people. I wish I could get a magic wand and make the world a better place for everyone to live.  To those who are going through really bad times, take heart, those people who are abusing you will get what’s coming to them.

Today I was in Albertsons, the store I hate.  I was in the vegetable section trying to pick out some broccoli and the water that’s sprayed on the vegetables went on.  I got wet.  At first I thought it was just time for the sprayers to go on, but only the one I was standing by went on.  So it was purposely done to me.  Every time I go into Albertsons something’s done to me.  A man who works in Albertsons was standing not too far from me.  He must’ve turned it on. I looked over at him and he quickly turned away, so I know he did it.  He even had a smirky look on his face.  But I decided he was not going to get away with what he did to me.  I did my shopping, and then when I was at the cashier, I asked for the manager.  The manager came out and asked me what the problem was.  I explained to him exactly what happened.  He told me that all the sprayers go off on a set timer.  I told him that no other sprayers were on except the one I was standing by and it was purposely done.  He told me he would have a talk with the man in the vegetable section.  Some of you who read this might think  I’m paranoid, but this is the kind of treatment I get when I shop at Albertsons.   The people who work at Albertsons are all gang stalkers.  And they know that they can do whatever they want to me because management allows them to do it.  If management were not in on it, it wouldn’t happen.  They’d be too scare to do it.

A target always has to put up with stupid people who have nothing better to do with their lives. We have to put up with abuse from people who hate themselves and want to beat us down so they can feel better about themselves.  They have low self-esteem and treating someone else badly makes them feel powerful.

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