Gang Stalking – As targets, we should always expect the unexpected.

I almost had a fire in my apartment.

When I want something toasted, I use the oven., I used to have a toaster, but the perps screwed around with the electrical system. I put on the toaster one day  and sparks came out of it. It was less than 3 months old. Since then, I don’t use the toaster, nor the microwave.

Anyway, as to the fire. I put some bread on a cookie sheet to toast. When the toast was almost done, I couldn’t find my oven mitten. It wasn’t where I always put it. So I grabbed a towel. Bad move. When I tried to get the cookie sheet out of the oven, it was too hot and I dropped the towel. The towel caught fire . I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off. Finally, I came to my senses and turned the oven off. and made sure the oven wasn’t letting in any air.  It took from 10-13 minutes for the fire to go out.

I did find my oven mitten. Someone had hidden it in the first shelf of my kitchen cabinet, way in the back. I always keep the oven mitten on the counter where I can easily grab it.

I was lucky this time, but I’d like to get the idiot who hid my oven mitten. I know who did it. She’s always near my apartment, but I can’t prove it. She’s the lady who cleans the apartments when someone moves  out. She seems to have nothing to do, but hang around where I live. She comes in when I’m gone and puts things in my food and steal things.

I wish I could find a camera to catch her in the act of stealing something from my apartment. I’d like to put her in jail where she belongs.

I know I should’ve had the oven mitten ready when I put the cookie sheet in the oven, but who thinks something won’t be nearby when we need it. I should know better by now. I should always expect the unexpected.

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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 – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Starting a fire; and missing my mother.

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I thought of my mother all day today.  I remember how at Christmas she used to get up early, start cooking to get ready for everyone who was visiting us.  She’d start cooking the pernil, roast pork, which takes a long time to cook, about 6 hours, or more.  She did it Puerto Rican style.  Take the roast pork, cut slits into the pork, add garlic, salt, Sazon (Spanish seasoning), pepper and some other spices, put the spices into the slits and, when finished, put into oven. It’s absolutely delicious!  When the roast pork comes out of the oven, the skin is very crispy, and the meat is very tender inside. She’d also make rice with gandules (a Spanish pea), pasteles (sort of looks like tamales, but larger. Only made on holidays, takes too long to cook).  And my sisters would make potato salad, ham, mashed potatoes and some other things.  We never ate as well as during the holidays. Me, I was never invited to cook.  Everyone would laugh if I mentioned anything about helping to cook.

I got a reputation for being a bad cook after burning a hamburger in the oven.  This is what happened.  One day I was home by myself.  I got hungary and went to the refrigerator looking for something to eat.  The only thing I could find was beef.  I took out some beef and made a hamburger patty.  I put the hamburger patty on the oven grill, no pan, nothing.  I checked the hamburger a few times and the patty seemed to be cooking all right.  The third time I opened the oven, the oven was on fire (this was a gas oven).  I didn’t know what to do.  So I went out into the hallway and cried out that the oven was on fire.  A man, about three doors down, heard me screaming and came to my rescue.  He ran into the apartment, turned off the oven, and smothered the fire.  And then he went over to the window and opened it. Then he asked me, what was I doing?  I told him I was cooking a hamburger.  He told me that I couldn’t just put a hamburger on the grill. I had to have a pan to catch the grease.  After the man left, I went to the window to get some fresh air.  I looked down and saw about 30 people looking up into our apartment, all laughing. The word already had gotten out about what I’d done.  For about 3 or more years, I had to listen to people ask me if I had started any fires lately.  At first it annoyed me, but after a while, I laughed along with them for what I did.  So no one would trust me to cook anything.  If I volunteered  to cook,everyone would start to laugh.

But, anyway, I always think of my mother during the holidays.  I really miss her.  I hope she has a very Merry Christmas wherever she is. Love you, mom.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – How would you compare the importance of electricity with the invention of the internet?

Or the cell phone? Can this kind of comparison be made? If you had to lose one of these inventions, which would you keep? And why?

The invention of the internet is important. Without the internet, we’d all be getting information from television and radio. The internet has opened a new way of getting information. And cell phones are great. But electricity is where it’s at. If there were no electricity, there would be no internet. Without electricity, we wouldn’t have television, radio, internet. We’d have no lights. We’d be living in darkness. Of course, there’s always candles for light, but they’re dangerous and can easily start a fire.

Living without electricity would make our lives a lot harder. We’d be limited in how many hours we could work. We’d all have to work by candle light if we had a night job, which wouldn’t be very safe. Electricity has made it possible for us to live 24 hour lives. Imagine life without electricity. We’d go to bed early and get up early to take advantage of the sun. We’d be beholden to the sun for everything, which used to be the case before electricity. So there’s no comparison. Electricity is more important than the internet and cell phone. We can do without the internet and cell phones, but we can never be without electricity.

There’s absolutely no comparison. Electricity trumps all.

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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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