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Gang Stalking – Followed by perp in grocery store.

Yesterday, I had to get some food, so, of course, I went grocery shopping.   And, of course, as always, it’s a terrible experience.

From the moment I got into the store until I left, a perp  followed me around the store. There are always perps following me in the store, but this one stuck to me like glue. Every time I turned around, there was the idiot. He had a backpack on his cart. He would put his cart near me and walk away. I guess he left it there because I’m a thief and I’m going to steal his stuff. The first time I noticed this, I didn’t think anything, but when it kept happening over and over, I knew this creep was looking to get me arrested, or get me in some way. I ignored the cart and his backpack, but every time I turned around, there was the cart with the backpack.  He didn’t have anything in his cart. He wasn’t really shopping for anything. He was trying to get a payback by accusing me of stealing his backpack. He was dirty-looking and looked as if he hadn’t showered in months. I guess that’s how these people make their money, going after targets and getting paid. They’re disgusting, to say the least. This creep followed me until I left the store. I left the store, stopped in front of it to put my things together, turned around, and there was the creep right behind me. He didn’t have one thing in his cart.  Why  didn’t the security guard go after this man ? He was walking around not buying anything and following a customer around?   Of course, if I were to do the same thing, the security guard would have been on my back.

Oh, what fun it is to be a target and go grocery shopping!!!

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Gang Stalking – Targets, only death will free us.

Edelman PR Punching Bags

Edelman PR Punching Bags (Photo credit: Articulate MediaWorks)

Axis of Evil

Axis of Evil (Photo credit: Kevin Krejci)

Engraving illustrating the caning of J.R. Grav...

Engraving illustrating the caning of J.R. Graves by an ex-congressman in front of Scovel’s drug store in Nashville for alleged slander. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Reduce to tears, mock, slander, knock down, befoul, oppress, bad-mouth, deride, scorn, denigrate, despise, demoralize, dirty, bankrupt, dispirit, pauperize, beat down, abase, damage, devalue, write-off, worthless, violate, cheapen, defile, belittle, put down, disparage, degrade, debase, debauch, smear, rape, demean, take down a peg, weaken, ill-treat, vilify, undetermine, humiliate,,  ruin, hurt, tame, declass, disgrace, lessen, discredit, etc., etc.

The words above  someone can use to describe a target’s every day life.  A life full of nothing but misery.  A life that doesn’t allow for a target to have any kind of joy  in it.

We targets have become punching bags for anything that’s wrong in the U.S.

If we’re somewhere and something happens, it’s the target’s fault.  The target must have stolen the money, caused the argument, dirtied the street, caused the hurricane, etc.  There isn’t  anything that happens that isn’t a target’s fault.

We targets are such evil people.  We’re thrown out of stores, told to leave a park, not served when we go into a restaurant, or kept waiting for a long time if we’re served,  police follow us around,  threatened and told something will happen to us if we dare answer back,  told we’ll be beaten,  told we’re  ugly, fat, looked at in disgust, everyone feels superior to us,  followed everywhere, threatened to be put in jail by police, police don’t believe us when we complain about being abused. People basically treat all of us like the lowest form of life.  There is no one lower than us.

This is a target’s life.  We targets who have never committed crimes, hurt anyone, or never been in prison, suffer like those in prison.  We are really treated worse than those in prison, because we’re being punished without being given a fair trial, had a lawyer represent us in court, or been accused of committing a crime.

This is our punishment by the great U.S.A.

And no matter what any target wants to believe, the U.S. government‘s involved in our gang stalking.  I don’t think there’s a  government  department that doesn’t know about the torture.

And if it’s true that everyone in government doesn’t know, then why is it that we can’t get help from any government agency?

Not one government agency wants anything to do with any of us and treats us like bad children.  Children no one wants to be bothered with.  They don’t want us in their face.

I wonder why it is that the government agencies don’t want to hear the truth?  They don’t want to hear the truth, because they know the truth.

Just as in earlier times in the U.S., no one listened to Americans who complained about torture. It was only twenty, thirty years after their torture that someone listened. And the ones who listened, it wasn’t because they were good people, but enough time passed so no one would suffer the consequences of their evil.

And thirty, forty, fifty years from now, there’ll be congressional hearings, and everyone will shake their heads in disbelief.  And it will happen all over again.

So, targets, in our lifetime, no will come to our defense.  We’re going to have to wait twenty, thirty, forty years before anyone finds out what’s happening to us.  And by that time, we’ll probably all be dead.

So, targets, leave behind the  history of what happened to you. Tell your story.  Tell it so others can learn about your miserable treatment by the U.S. government.

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Gang Stalking – Don’t be fooled by a man in a wheelchair, targets.

Transformers 3 Movie Set

Transformers 3 Movie Set (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wheelchair symbol big

Wheelchair symbol big (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wheelchair seating in a theater (i.e. giving a...

Wheelchair seating in a theater (i.e. giving a dedicated, convenient space left free for a user to position his own wheelchair in the cinema). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Yesterday, as I walked around my complex, a black man watched  and followed me wherever I went.  I began to feel my hair stand on its end.  I know this feeling well.  An intuition I get that someone is up to no good.  So I went into the office and complained about the man.  He does not live in the complex.  The complex manager  immediately got up  and acted solicitous (big phony).  I knew right away I should’ve  handled it myself.  So she got her radio and walked around to find the man.  I met her halfway and she said, “I didn’t see anybody.”   She implied that there was no man and I was making it up.  Of course, I knew what was going to happen the next day.

So, today is the next day.  I step out of my apartment, and what is the first thing I see?  A creepy looking, tall, black man wearing all black and a scarf tied around his head.  He wasn’t just walking by.  He purposely walked by.   If they know you’re coming out of your home, they’ll put gang  stalkers outside your apartment.  These people will be told to wait until you come out and play their part of just walking  by.  They act like extras on a movie set.  When they’re told to walk on, they walk on.  It’s an act they do.

I don’t care what color someone is.  If my hair stands up on end, I’m going to be very careful.  A  man can be white, green, yellow, blue, and if  my hair stands up on its end, I’m going to watch him.  It has nothing to do with color.  A lot of black men  gang stalk me, but I never got the feeling I got yesterday.  The man following me would have given anyone the creeps. So now I know that everywhere I go, a black man will be following me.

The complex manager reported what I told her to the monitor right away.  The monitor passes it on to every gang stalker who works for  him.  It doesn’t take long for something that happens to a target to get around.  Within minutes, all the gang stalkers know what the new  thing  is they should do  to a target.  And everything new  gang stalkers report, they get paid for.  Their job is to gang stalk a target, and to report anything new about a target. They get money for reporting every little, new thing.  It doesn’t matter what it is.  It’s new and it’s something else they can harass you about.

Today, I also passed a white man who always comes out when he knows I’m outside. He’s in a wheelchair and  makes believe he just happened to be outside.    He saw me and said, “Why, hello.  How are you doing?”    At that moment, I just got so pissed off putting up with these lowlifes,  I looked at him and said, “Don’t talk to me, you phony.  Why don’t you go drown yourself somewhere?”   That might seem like a mean thing to say to someone who is in a wheelchair, but you have to be in my shoes to know how I feel putting up with phonies like these.  They’re worse than people who we know are gang stalkers and act like gang stalkers.  The ones who are “real nice” are despicable.  They want to get to know you so they can report everything  you do.  So as I said, I hope he goes and drowns himself.  And don’t think because someone is in a wheelchair that he’s not a gang stalker.  There are plenty of people in wheelchairs who are gang stalkers.  And they’re just as evil as the ones walking around.

And tomorrow when I go out, I expect to see a wheelchairs.

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