Gsang Stalking – Perps are the most disgusting people on earth!!

I’ve told you about the perverts who like to do disgusting things to me, or show me.

I walked toward the traffic light. I saw ahead of me a man and a boy of about 3-4 years olds. When I got closer, I saw the little boy trying to hold on to a plastic bottle of water.  His father(?) was talking to him and telling him something. The little boy turned the bottle toward me. The bottle was arrowhead  water.  It seemed as if the little boy had a problem with the weight of the bottle. I said to the boy, “It’s okay. That’s the water I drink. I think your father wants me to see the name of the brand of water I drink. It’s okay you can put down if it’s too heavy. I’ve seen it.”

The light turned green and they got way ahead of me. I had to carry that rolling suitcase everywhere with me and it holds me back. So they both stopped by the bus, behind where none of the bus passengers could see them. As I passed the bus shelter, I saw the man again with the little boy. The man was facing the little boy and talking to him in a very low voice. It took me a second to realize that the little boy was trying to unzip his pants. The little boy looked up at me still slowly unzipping his pants. The little boy did not want to unzip his pants and show me his penis. His father was telling him to do it. I saw red. What a disgusting piece of shit this man is I thought. He’s trying to get his son to unzip his pants and to have him show me his penis. I stopped and I said to the man, “He’s a nice little boy. Why don’t you stop corrupting his mind!”  The little boy never unzipped his pants all the way. He knew not to do it. The man told me to “shut up”.

I walked away quickly because for the first time in my life I wanted my fist to meet the man’s face.

How sick can a father be? How can he do this to a little innocent boy? Who knows, maybe he’s molesting his own son? It made me really angry that this little boy has to be terrorized like this by his father. If I can call a man like this a father?!!

I thought about the little boy all day. I feel as if I didn’t help him at all. I failed that little boy yesterday and it haunts me. Maybe I should’ve called the cops, but I don’t carry a phone around. And the father would’ve denied he was telling his son to do such an awful thing.

If I ever see this man again with the little boy, you might get a blog from me from a jail cell. Next time, I won’t hesitate to do something to help this little boy.

It makes me sick that this little boy has to live with such a scumbag of a father.

The perps are really sick individuals. They’ll do anything to their sons and daughters to make a buck. The bastards all belong in a prison cell.

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Gang Stalking -No matter how bad it gets, hang in there!

Edward Snowden Found (Photo credit: rtcosmin)

Sorry, I haven’t answered comments faster.  I haven’t gotten my computer fixed yet.  If I fix it, the hackers will break it as soon as I fix it.  The thought of coming into this disgusting library makes me ill. That’s why I haven’t responded sooner.

I don’t know if  any of you have kept up with what Edward Snowden’s doing, but he’s been given a Whistleblower Award. This is an award given to Americans who are brave enough to speak out against the government  by leaking information to the American public that the government doesn’t want the public to know.  So good for him.  In my opinion, he should have been given a Pulitzer prize.  And his father is also in Russia visiting him.  I’m sure it must make Snowden feel good to see his father.  His father has stood by him and thinks what his son did is very brave.  He’s lucky to have a father who stands by him.

I’ve had no luck finding an apartment.  The apartments in Las Vegas are just so awful!  There are a of rentals, but there’s only one I’ve seen that I liked.  The apartments in Las Vegas are all built with walkways.  And I’ve learned to hate walkways.  The perps, I’m sure love them. They use the walkways to harass us. I promised myself, no more walkways.  And the apartments are all built haphazardly.  There’s no privacy.  Every apartment looks into another.  And I can tell by the people who live in these places, they’re not people I have any desire to hang with.  My time is running short. I have to be out of the hell hole I live in by the end of October.  That’s 17 days I have left.  I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t find a place to live.  Wish me luck.

I know you who read this have to deal with s–t all the time, too.  Just don’t give in.  Keep believing in yourselves.  Some day, we’ll be free of this hell. We just have to hang in there. Love to every one of you.

P.S. Make sure you see the video of Snowden getting award.

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Gang Stalking – “No more hurting people. Peace.” Richard Martin

Boston Marathon 2013 … Confronting Terror in Boston — Find ways to help (April 16, 2013 / 6 Iyar 5773) …item 2.. Meditation and Sleep Music — 30 minutes …item 3.. Mail Online – Daily Mail — WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT … (Photo credit: marsmet547)

Every time I see the photo of the little boy Richard Martin and his childish sign (No more hurting people. Peace) and writing, it breaks my heart. He’s the little boy who died when the bombs went off in Boston during the Marathon.

pictures of boston bombing suspects? (Photo credit: fallsroad)

His mother and sister were also victims. His mother, Denise,  suffered a brain injury and his sister, Jane, lost her leg. The father, Richard, was the only one not to suffer any injuries.  They were all together when the bombs exploded.  I guess that’s some sort of consolation for the father.  He was there to help his family.

Who knows what this little boy could have become?   Perhaps, President?  A great teacher?  Artists?  Human Rights Advocate?   What a waste of a beautiful creäture.  He seemed to be on his way to have a great life.  Now, he’s gone.  Gone, and all the gifts he  had to give us, gone with him.

We live in a cruel word.  You would think that we’ve become civilized, but it seems with the new weapons we have, we’re less uncivilized and less caring.  We have very little empathy for how others feels.  We seem not to care about each other. It’s all about us and one else matters.

What a sad state we are in.

And we targets, more than others, know the misery happening in the world.  We deal with misery every day of our lives. We’re the throwaway people.  We’re people no one cares about.  We’re people  no one wants anywhere.  We’re people to laugh at, sneer at, abuse, torment, harass.

I always think, if I were to some day “lose it”, I can just imagine the articles written about me.  I was crazy.  I wrote articles about the U.S. government tormenting me.  I joined other conspiracy theorists.  I encouraged others to rant against the good U.S. government.  The picture painted of me would be of a crazy, lonely women.

There would be nothing in the articles about the government at all.  I would just be another crazy who “lost it”. And the police, government, ACLU and others would agree.

And then the reporters would get in touch with my family, and they would also vouch for my craziness.  My family would say that I cut off contact with all of them and they couldn’t understand why.

And all Americans would believe the bullshit said about me.  And they’d talk about me for a week, or less, and go on with their lives condemning what I’d done.

Of course, maybe six months later, the same thing would happen again.  Another killing,  bombing and no one questioning why this is happening in the U.S.

Just another crazie “losing it”.

And the lies by the government would start all over again.  And the American public would accept the lies the government made up about some poor soul who couldn’t take any more abuse.

And this is America today.  America, you’ve really lost your SOUL.

And to the Richard family I say, “No more hurting people. Peace.”

P.S. Sorry about the photo of “suspects”.  I can’t download any photos to my computer, but I want to show a picture of Richard Martin. I couldn’t get any others.

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Gang Stalking – Gang stalkers biggest sheep of all.

Sheep (Photo credit: blathlean)

What did the Founding Fathers found? A government. (Photo credit: DonkeyHotey)

Wow! We’re still here.  But I didn’t think we were going anywhere.  Unless you’ve hidden in a cave, today is the day the world is supposed to end.  I don’t know how many times I’ve read that the world is going to end. I think three times this year, and many times throughout the years.  But the time comes, and nothing happens.  We’re all still walking around, going about our daily lives,  and the world did not explode.  No fires, no earthquakes, the sun didn’t explode.

There were people who believed December 21 was the end of time.  They got ready to die, bought candles to light their way if they lived, or to light their way into eternity.

Are people sheep?

These people hear the same story over and over, but still believe what their religious leaders tell them what is to come.  You would think if someone’s been duped two, three times, they’d start questioning what their leaders tell them.  But, no.  The leaders just change the date and say they’ve made a mistake about when the world is ending, and hook the believer in again.  It’s amazing to me how easy it is to sucker people in time after time.

Not only are religious people suckered in, but people who believe what their government tells them.  It’s like what happens to the gang stalkers.  They believe everything the government tells them.  They don’t question anything the government says.  If the government tells them lies about someone, it must be true, because the government doesn’t lie.  They believe anything and everything the government tells them.  These people might hear the opinion of others, but it  doesn’t  matter what others think. Because if it disagrees with what Father government tells them, there’s no reason for them to look for truth.  They cover their ears, don’t read anything that disagrees with the government’s point of view, and become like sheep.

And these sheep will do whatever the government wants them to do.

If they’re told to go into someone’s house and burn it, they will.  It they’re told to cause an automobile accident, they will.  If they’re told to break into someone’s home/apartment, they will.  If they’re told to cripple someone, they will.  If they’re told to kill someone’s pet, they will.  If they’re told to poison someone’s food, they will.  If they’re told to harass their family, they will. If they’re told to indoctrinate their children, they will.

These  sheep believe they are important, because the government tells them they are.  It’s a high they get, because they’ve never been important in their lives. And the government feeds their egos.  They will anything to please their master.

And the evil continues unabated.

Targets kill themselves because of the sheep.  Targets lose jobs.  End up homeless.  Lose family. Their privacy’s invaded. Their daily lives become a living hell.

And the gang stalkers go on believing they’re good people.  Talk about being  sheep.  Gang stalkers are the biggest sheep of all.

By the way gang stalkers, the government is going to give you a big raise.  You’ll get your raise on April 15, 2013.

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Gang Stalking – Regrets, I have more than a few…

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Live from Las Vegas (Frank Sinatra album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was thinking about some of  the bad things that have occurred in my life.

Of course, my mother’s and father’s deaths really hit me hard.  My mother’s death especially, since she died after my father. After my mother died, I felt lost.  I identified so closely with her.   After she died, I had no connection to anyone and a darkness came over me.

And I remember the time I entered an elevator and a man pulled a gun on me.  He called me a bitch and told me to hand over my wallet.  Of course, I did what he said.  A year later, the postoffice returned my wallet to me.  The thief put the wallet into the postoffice box.

And then, there was the time I was crossing the street and a man ran me over with his car.  He tried to beat the man next to him to the light.  He  knocked me down.  I passed out and, when I awakened, I was on the street and I could feel the car tires  rolling over my legs.    I was afraid to move  because I thought something really bad happened to my legs.  But I finally got the courage to move my legs and they were okay.  To this day, my right leg still hurts.

All of the above things are terrible things to happen to someone,  but, nothing, nothing is as terrible as what’s happening to me now.  In two of the above, I was lucky.

But nothing, nothing is bad as the gang stalking, except for the loss of my parents.  If I ever thought in my wildest dream, I’ d have this happen to me, I’d definitely would have chosen a different route in my life.  I think about all the choices I made.  Why didn’t  I go right instead of left?  Why did I ever move to Las Vegas?  Why didn’t I just stay in New York?  Why didn’t I marry the man who asked me to marry him? I could have lived in Europe.  Why did I move where I did?  Why? Why? Why?   My life would be so different.

Since my life has led me to where I am, why?  Why am I here?  Am I here to learn something?  And if I’m to learn something, what it is that I’m supposed to learn?  Is the rest of my life going to be miserable as it’s been?  Am I never to have some joy in my life?  Am I going to be alone for the rest of my life?

I guess I took the road less traveled and I’m paying for it.  I remember seeing a video of Frank Sinatra singing  “regrets, he had a few.”  I wish I could say the same.

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Gang Stalking- Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – What was the best book or movie of the year?

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Cover of Billy Elliot

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Think of all the books you read, or movies you saw, and write a review of your favorite (or favorites).

Recently someone recommended to me that I see “Billy Elliot“.  The person who recommended this movie usually recommends movies that are very good.  So I decided to get “Billy Elliot”.

I put the movie on, and Lord and behold, it’s a British movie.  No insult to the English, but every time I’ve seen an English movie, I almost fall asleep.  They usually speak very slowly, and pronunciation is perfect.  And I thought to myself, oh, God, why an English movie?

For the first ten minutes, I thought  that this was a movie I probably would not finish.  But as time went on, I was on the edge of my seat looking forward to what was going to happen next.

The movie takes place in England in the year 1984-1985.  It is about an English boy, Billy, who’s taken by his father to a boxing gym to be taught how to  become a fighter.  Billy has no interest in learning to fight, but he goes to the  gym to please his father.  One day when he enters the gym, there is a ballet class going on next to the gym.  Billy watches the dancers and becomes intrigued with ballet dancing.  So instead of going to the gym, he spends all his time watching the dancers.  He spends so much watching the dancers, he’s asked if he would like to join the group. He  decides he wants to learn  to dance.  He does not tell his father about the dancing lessons.   He tells his father he’s still going to the gym.

This is where the story gets interesting.  He has to hide the fact that he’s dancing from his father, because he knows his father and brother would not be happy with his dancing.

While Billy’s  off dancing, his father and brother are on strike.  They’re both miners, and the mine in which they work is going out of business.

But I won’t go into more detail, but it’s a movie you should definitely see.  I highly recommend it. I went from not wanting to see it to  recommending it; that’s how good it is.  If you’re a woman, you’ll definitely need some tissues to wipe away the tears. And if you’re a man, the son/father relationship will make you think about what’s important in life.  Run to get the video.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Who is your favorite parent?

I don’t have a favorite parent.  I loved them both.  I can’t say that my parents were perfect, because they were far from perfect.  They were just two human beings doing they best with what life dealt them.

I loved my father in a different way than I loved my mother.  My father was the one who went out to work, and brought home the bacon. If it  hadn’t been for him, my mother would have been out working.  I remember being a little girl and getting excited about my father coming home from work.  It made my day.

My mother stayed home, took care of the family and made sure the world was a safe place for all of us.  She cooked, cleaned, took us to school, and listened to our problems.  She made sure my father ate and stayed healthy.

So I can’t say I have a favorite parent.  They were my parents.  I accepted them as they were.  And best of all, they accepted me as I am.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – What makes someone beautiful?

What makes someone beautiful is not necessarily beauty.  I know some people who are beautiful in the way they look.  They have beautiful features, and everyone thinks they’re beautiful.

But to me what makes someone beautiful is their core.  The way they think.  How they treat people.  There’s something about the person that makes me curious about them.  It’s not someone who is a loud mouth and gets everyone’s attention.  To me that’s not beauty.  There’s  subtlety about someone’s who’s beautiful.  They tend to be people who  follow their own path.  There’s a kindness about them.  But at the same time, they’re strong.  They don’t let someone dump on them.  They will let you know in no uncertain way, you can’t step all over them.  They walk with confidence, but it’s a confidence that’s not haughty or nasty.  They’ll go out of their way to help a stranger, but don’t brag about what a good thing they did.

What these people have is a belief in themselves that says they’re decent people, and always try to do the best that they can with what life has given them.  This to me makes someone beautiful.

People I think are beautiful: My mother; Oprah; some of my sisters; my father; the woman at the 7-11; my niece, Tara; President Obama (even though I complain about him all the time); my ex-boyfriend, Michael; C. Wyatt; and many other people I’ve run into in my life.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – What’s the most interesting headline you saw today?

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Bonus:  Do you read the news every day?  Or do you find it not worth your time?  Why?

The most interesting headline I saw today was about Lance Armstrong: Lance Armstrong Faces Another Accuser.  A second friend of Lance Armstrong accused him of doping.  His name is George Hincapie and it was stated on CBS news that he had been in Armstrong’s house and  had seen Lance take some doping substance from his refrigerator.  Later on, Hincapie said he never spoke with anyone at CBS News and he didn’t know where they got the information.  Another headline I found interesting was the one about the little girl whose mother  inserted  Botox  into her daughter’s face.  It turned out it was a hoax.  The mother said she did not inject Botox into her daughter’s face.  She was paid $200 by a British newspaper, The Sun, to make up the story.  It seems to be a news day full of paradoxes.

I read the news every day without fail.   I’ve read newspapers since I was in kindergarten. My father always came home with a newspaper under his arm.  As soon as he got home, he would sit down and read it.   Immediately after  my father  read the paper, I would grab it and read it.  By reading the news, I feel connected to my father who died a few years ago.

I definitely find watching the news worth my  while.  I always have something to talk about with  someone, and I like keeping up with what’s going on in the world.   I don’t want to be one of those people  whose  only interest is  what’s going on around the block.

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