Gang Stalking – Party time for the roaches.

English: The main room of a studio apartment in Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA. A small alcove is partially visible to the left near the computer; not shown are the small bathroom, kitchen, and entry way. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, isn’t life just wonderful in Perplandia? Every day,  some new thing pops up.

I tried to move my refrigerator to clean underneath it. I discovered that they’ve put something on the back of the refrigerator to keep me from moving it. It’s a long metal piece attached to the back of it. They know that I know that they make holes in the back of the refrigerator and then put crumbs underneath the refrigerator to attract roaches. They’re making sure that I don’t get a look at the back. I wouldn’t be surprised if the wall is full of holes. That’s what they always do, add a lot of holes. And I can just imagine how many roaches I’m going to get. I can see the roaches coming out and partying “hey, its party time!” They’re going to be happy little roaches. I’m beginning to appreciate my cold apartment. Roaches hate the cold, so maybe they’ll all stay away.

I wrote about how big my closet is. What I didn’t tell you, because the perps deleted my blog, that I can fit a small bed in the closet.   The hackers didn’t like that part, so they erased the blog. And when I re-wrote it, I forget  that I can fit a bed in it. I was even thinking of sleeping in the closed. I thought it would be safer for me than being out in the open, as I am now.

I forget to tell you about the furniture I acquired in my new apartment. When I rented the apartment,  the manager asked me if I wanted to pay an extra $25.00 a month for furniture. She told me I’d get a bed,  side tables, a kitchen table with two chairs and lamps.  I never got the lamps. Anyway, I’ve gone to the office several times to find out when I’m going to pay the $25.00.  The manager keeps telling me not to worry about it. It’s been taken care of. What exactly does that mean?  I don’t know what’s going with me getting free furniture. It makes me suspicious. Are they going to hand me a bill when I leave this apartment that’s enormous?  Or  making the apartment I’m in now, a target apartment? I think something’s up, but what, I don’t know. You, out there in Perplandia, do you have any ideas of what it might be? Should I trust the manager?  Or do you think something’s up? Thanks.

The library is full house again. I’m keeping  the economy going with all the people they hire to perp me. Imagine if I weren’t in the library, they’d all be unemployed.

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Gang Stalking – I will survive you f—–g bastards!

English: Brazilian President Dilma Rousseff accepting the credentials of Jamal Khokhar, the ambassador to Brazil from Canada, in Brasilia, Brazil. Português: Brasília, DF, 09/02/2011. Presidenta Dilma Rousseff e o embaixador do Canadá, Jamal Khokhar, durante apresentação de credenciais de novos embaixadores no Brasil. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m beginning to like the President from Brazil Dilma Rousseff.  She’s angry at the NSA  for spying on her and Brazilian citizens. The NSA is also spying on Brazilian citizens as they are on us targets.  She’s filed  petition with the U.N. to force  the U.S. to stop the spying on other countries and Brazilian citizens.  Maybe, just maybe, the U.N. will investigate what’s going on with the U.S. spying on other countries.  Maybe an investigation by the U.N. will bring out information that the U.S. is not only spying on American citizens, but torturing them.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed.  I wait for the day we targets will finally be free.  And I wish President Dilma Rousseff all the luck in the world in her complaint to the U.N.

I went apartment hunting yesterday.  What a drag it is.  Everywhere I went, I saw signs of  other people getting targeted. The dog poop all over the grass, the blinds missing pieces, holes in windows, broken windows, garbage strewn in front of someone’s door.  Of course, everywhere I went the perps followed me.  I went in and out of complexes, but didn’t stop to talk with any rental people. I didn’t want to lose  time talking to people who I’m  are perps.

As I’ve previously written, I have very little furniture, so moving will be no problem.  The new furniture I bought when I moved into this apartment the perps ruined.  They broke every chair, shortened the legs of the chairs and the legs go every which way.  They  broke all the handles to my pots.  Or maybe I’ll just take the furniture as it is.  If I get any new furniture, they’ll just destroy it again.  Why waste my money?  Who knows?  Maybe the next place will be worse.  I never think the new place will be better, because it never is.  And my bed?  It’s going to be hard to carry a mattress to wherever I end up.

I can understand why targets kill themselves.  We keep moving thinking that maybe, just maybe, we’ll find a safe place to live. A place where we won’t be harassed by  perps.  But, of course, deep down, we know that won’t happen.  We know the perps will appear as soon as we move into our new place and start making our lives a miserable existence.

Yesterday, I was on my Facebook page and one of the targets wrote about how they killed all four of her kittens.  She found the last one barely breathing and it died.  What kind of people are these perps that they would do this to innocent animals?  They’re sick, sick people.  They call us nuts?!!!  Believe me, we’re sane compare to these savages.

Targets keep getting killed, or kill someone, or just plain kill themselves.  And the harassment continues by the government flunkies. They think nothing of driving someone insane.  They just pick themselves up and do it to other targets.  How do these savages live with themselves?

Of course, the harassment is not happening to any of us.  It’s our imagination.  We’re all crazy.

But I believe with all my heart, this will come out eventually.  And let me tell you, I intend to sue the f——g government for every penny I can get.  It made my life a living hell and it’s going to pay for it.  And I intend to stick it out to see it come to pass. The government will not stifle me.  I will survive and outlive every bastard no matter what they do to me.  I will survive.

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Gang Stalking – I want freedom!!!!

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If  you don’t like to see me write four, five letters words, I’m warning you not to read this. I just have to let out some anger.

I am so, so sick of what I have to go through every day.  Every little thing becomes an all day  task.  Something which should take me a few minutes to do becomes  a four,  five-hour thing.

I can’t go outside my apartment and enjoy the fresh air.  Some idiot will come out of his apartment and ride around in circles and circles in front of me.

And someone who doesn’t live near me, but lives a few blocks away, just always has to walk by when I’m standing outside.

Or if I decide to go the store, I have five bastards, who live three doors from me, suddenly have to  go the same way.

If I cross the street, the creeps have to cross the street.

If I go into a restaurant, I’ll have ten people or more people follow me in.

If I go to the library, suddenly the library gets very busy and there’s a long time to use a computer.

Or if I  take out a book  I want to read, suddenly everyone wants to read the book.

If I want to take a walk, suddenly the sidewalk  becomes very busy.  People everywhere.

I can’t have nice furniture, because the bastards will destroy it.  Can’t pretty up my apartment, because they’ll un-pretty it. Can’t have curtains, because they’ll rip them; or flowers, because they’ll empty out the water and kill the flowers.

I’m just so sick of the bastards.  I don’t have a day, or minute to myself.  The lowlife scumbags surround me everywhere I go.  They seem to have absolutely nothing to do with their lives, but annoy targets.

I’m just sick of being held hostage by these miserable pieces of shit!

I need a break from this life.  I’m sick of what I have to put up with every single day of my life.

I want to take a walk without being followed.  I want to enjoy a meal without an entourage.  I want to go out with friends and enjoy their company.  I want to breathe fresh air without the gang stalkers surrounding me and suffocating me.

I just want to live free.  I want to live my life without the bastards being in it every second, minute, day, hour, week, month, year.

I want to live my life without feeling I’m in prison surrounded by prison guards.

I want to be let out of this hell.

I want freedom, freedom, freedom.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – If your house were on fire, what would you grab first?

If I had only a minute to grab some things, what would I take?  I’ve asked myself this question before.   And I know exactly what I would take.

The furniture,  food and other things like that, I can easily replace.  But there are some things which would be a lot harder to restore.  Some you can never replace.  First, I would run and get all my I.D. and, of course, personal family pictures.  Some pictures of family can never be recovered.  Like photos of my mother.  If  her photos were ruined, I wouldn’t be able to restore them.  And that would really upset me.  She’s no longer alive and  every photo of her is like a precious gem.

And, of course, today without I.D., you just don’t exist.  Go somewhere today without I.D.  and you won’t get very far.  Try to renew your driver’s license without a photo I.D.  and see what that gets you.  Or try to buy something on your credit or debit card without I.D.  Today, a lot more stores are checking your I.D. when you buy something.  No I.D., no luck buying something.  You can always go to the bank and get cash from the ATM, but that would be an inconvenience if you are not near one.

If a minute wasn’t long enough to get both my I.D. or family photos, I would run to get the family photos of my mother.  I.D. can eventually  be replaced all sort of ways, but family photos very rarely. And the rest of the stuff,  I wouldn’t worry about.