Franklin Delano Roosevelt, 1933. Lietuvių: Franklinas Delanas Ruzveltas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: A 4 segment Panoramic view of the Grand Central Terminal Main Concourse in New York City, New York, United States. Taken with a Canon 5D and 24-105mm f/4L IS lens. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Grand Central terminal in New York, NY (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Yesterday, I felt as if I was in Grand Central Station in New York. (It’s really called Grand Central Terminal, but all New Yorkers call it Grand Central Station.) As soon as I left my apartment, stepped on the sidewalk, a group of perps began following. First, a man behind me , then another man across the street, a woman behind the man across the street. They all walked at the same pace. You ever see those cop shows where the cops are following someone? There’s always two cops behind the target, one across the street and they all act as if they just happen to be walking by. There’s always a cop across the street to make sure the target doesn’t get away if he decides to cross the street. This is the way it was for me yesterday. Not only were there 3 perps as I walked, other perps fell into line. They walked as if they were casually walking along. I can pick these people out three miles away. Do the idiots really think I didn’t know they were following me?
It’s the end of the month and so many people moved out of my complex. These people move in (I never see any furniture) with a mattress and a t.v. And then they get bored, because I’m usually good at keeping my mouth shut, of course, sometimes, I don’t. And if I keep my mouth shut, none of them makes any money. They have nothing to report, so no money. Let’s see, the people in apartments 205, 206, 211, and downstairs apartments 103, 104, 108,111. Of course, other perps moved in already, as always, without furniture. And who knows what the b——-s will be like. Of course, I’m happy the old perps moved out. After a while, they can really get on my nerves. A lot of perps don’t even live here. They just stay in the empty rooms to watch and perp me. Sometimes I’ll see their little kids show up and then go home after visiting their father. The man in apartment 109 has two kids, about 3 and 4, and every time they visit him, he sends them upstairs to knock on my door, scream, and run back and forth and stomp their feet. Now I have a new group of perps to get used to. Will this crap ever end?
I guess the landlord must make a lot of money from the government. I can’t see how an owner of a complex can make money with all the empty apartments he has. And this goes on throughout the complex. Each complex has 4 or 5 targets in them. And all of them hide. I think I’m the only who goes out. Maybe if these targets went out and made the life of perps miserable, I wouldn’t have it so bad. They pick on me because I dare not to hide. I’m not afraid of the idiots.
As President Franklin D. Roosevelt said, “The only thing to fear is fear itself.”
The photos of Grand Central Station make me homesick. I spent a lot of time in the station. I thought of going home, but the thought of finding out more of my family’s involved in my gang stalking makes me stay in Las Vegas.
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