Gang Stalking – Lego Movie – about what freedom is and isn’t.

Today is Orange Day. Orange everywhere – orange umbrellas, orange t-shirts, orange pants, orange jackets, orange handbags, orange bikes, orange shoes, orange towels, oranges hats. Orange, orange, orange.

I really don’t get the orange thing. I have nothing in orange. I don’t particularly like the color, but it seems it must mean something to me. What? I don’t know.

Oh, I suddenly remember. I was looking at oranges in the fruit section.

Can you believe it? I can’t even look at an orange for them to mock me with the color?

What a bunch of idiots. They’re told to wear orange and they wear orange.

Unbelievable. American people can be such zombies.

It’s weird. I saw the “Lego Movie”. It was playing for free at the library, so I figured, why not? I’m not into Lego, but…I read reviews saying the movie  is very good, but still, a movie with Lego?

But it turned out to be a very good movie. I had to force myself to forget about the Lego.

The movie is about becoming zombie-like. The people who live in Lego land are all zombies. When they’re told to sit, they sit. When they’re told to stand, they stand. Whatever their boss tells them to do, they do. Doesn’t that sound like the zombies we have to deal with every minute of our lives? And, or course, there are the misfits who everybody thinks are losers. They do their jobs, mind their own business and don’t bother anyone. Live and let live is their philosophy. But this doesn’t sit well with those with whom they work.  The misfits are made fun of, and talked about behind their backs.

Well, I’ve told you more than I wanted to, but see the movie. I recommend it. It’s really about freedom. And what freedom is not.

I’m recommending a Lego movie; I can’t believe it. But see it.

The zombies clapped at the end of the movie, but I’m sure not one of them saw himself as the zombie he is.

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Gang Stalking – wish I could trust my doctor.

Well, I went back to the doctor today. I thought for sure he’d say something to me about showing up a day earlier than the appointment date. But he didn’t say a word. He did act very nervous, though. I told the doctor I was under a lot of stress. He asked me what the stress is about. I said I would tell him, but he would think I’m crazy. He said he would think no such thing. People always say that. That they’ll believe whatever I tell them, and once they hear what I’m telling them, they get quiet and tell me that no such thing is happening to me. I figure he’d be the  same  way. I told him that I really could use someone to talk with, but I haven’t found someone I can really trust. He’ s very patient with me every time I go see him, but I can feel his tension. I think it’s because he knows and probably wants to talk to me about what is happening, but doesn’t dare broach the subject. Maybe he would turn out to be a good guy, but so far, I haven’t run into any of them. I like him.

But as usual when I  visit his office, all the lowlifes act like a bunch of hoodlums. When I stepped into the waiting room, all of them turned to look at me and acted as if I had two eyes on my forehead. I got angry and asked them, “What are you looking at?”  All of them turned around in unison. I’m sick of being looked at in such a way that makes me feel that I’m  some  out of space creäture. Now I know how fish must feel being in a fish bowl all day, or how a movie star feels when her fans can’t get enough of her. I can tell you one thing, I would never want to be a movie star.  It’s a disgusting feeling  being in a fish bowl. I’m sure you targets all know the feeling. You can’ just walk by anonymously without someone being at your back or doing something, or laughing loudly when you pass by, or doing any number of things to annoy you.  You   want to pass by and be left alone. But no such  luck with us targets. Always some lowlife trying to make our life a living hell.

But, otherwise , the doctor visit went well. I only wish I could trust him.

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Gang Stalking – Have to do laundry third-world style.

I finally went out and bought myself new clothes. Nothing expensive, the perps will just rip everything to shreds. I was really beginning to look like a ragamuffin. Still do in some ways. I also bought myself a new hat. A new Fedora. I can just see it now, every perp wearing a Fedora. The last time, I bought a Cadet hat, everyone and his mother were walking around with cadet caps, still are.   When I walked out of the store, there were  perps  wearing the color of the blouses I’d bought and a few were  wearing Fedoras.

I was looking so ragamuffin because I can’t wash my clothes in the laundry room. I used to wash my clothes there, but stopped. Every time I’d walk into the laundry room, it would fill with perps, who suddenly had to do their clothes. And they’d sit in the laundry room and talk so loud and make experience so disgusting, I’d leave. And then I’d have to worry about what they’d do to my clothes.

Isn’t it disgusting that in the U.S., which is supposed to be a free country, I have to wash my clothes third-world style? That I can’t take a walk without an entourage? That I’m not safe in my apartment? That the apartment is broken into every day?  That my food’s poisoned? That I’m hit with electricity? That my bed is a thing of torture?  And I could go on and on with what they do to me, but I’d bore you to death.

America the Beautiful is no more!

I’ve never seen so many unhappy Americans. Everybody’s dissatisfied with the way things  are, except the politicians. They’re cashing in on Americans’ unhappiness. They could care less. Unhappy Americans are gullible. Keep them at each other’s throats and they won’t think about all the problems in America. All politicians care about is getting voted into office. They’ll say and do whatever it takes to get re-elected.  Once the creeps get elected, nothing will change. The politicians won’t do a damn thing different. And the people will go back to complaining. Why didn’t the people vote the bastards out?

Oh, America, I miss what you used to be.

P.S. Do you remember the man I told you about who stole a woman’s handbag and tried ot get me blamed for it? What are the chances of that man getting to sit next to me every day at the computer?  It’s not a high number, but every day the perps work it out so that this creep gets to sit next to me. I told the creep he disgusts me. I know it’s not nice to say something like this to someone, but he makes me want to vomit on him.

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Gang Stalking – Eager Beaver perp loses.

New perp yesterday  – Good-looking and knows it. He’s full of himself.

I begin to type my blog and get toward the end, almost finished with it.  The new perp gets into  the computer and I can’t figure what’s he’s doing. I can’t find “save” nor “publish”.  I try different things, but nothing works.  I  just get a  lot of empty space.

I look at the new perp and tell him that hacking will get him 3-20 years in prison. He laughs. Tells me that he’s hacking me! I tell him,  “I know”. He laughs again and continues to mess with the computer. I tell him that I’m going to tell the librarian what he said.  He laughs again. He laughs because he knows the librarian won’t help me. I get the librarian and show her what’s he done to my site. She looks at the perp and gives him a big smile. I catch her. She tells me that he’s not hacking my computer. That something is wrong with the site. I tell her that there’s nothing wrong with the site! She walks out. Bitch!!

Her telling me that he’s not hacking me makes me really want to get the jerk. I do things on the computer I’m not allowed to do. When it comes to it, it’s  them or me. This time it’s me. Finally! All the spaces disappear from my blog. I quickly hit “Publish”.  My blog gets published. Yea!

I go over to the perp and tell him that I’ve published my blog and that’s all I care about.

The new perp does not look happy. He looks puzzled. He’s probably asking himself “What happened’?” The smile on his face disappears.

Not the first time it’s happened to an eager beaver perp. Not so sure of himself anymore. I leave the computer room with a big smile on my face. Got another one!!!

As I sit here, I got another eager beaver. We’ll see who wins this time.

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Gang Stalking – My nephew’s visit good for my soul.

My nephew  is  in Las Vegas this week, till Sunday. Since I don’t have a phone, I’ve had a problem getting in touch with him.  He’s staying at the Hilton Grand Vacation Resort.  I went there this morning to get in touch with him, but he had to work, so I didn’t get to see him. He’s at a convention and will be returning to California.

Anyway, as I was writing, I had to go the Hilton and I felt as if I was back at the library. People at the Hilton are from everywhere in the world, but you would not think so.  The same thing that happens to me at the library happened to me at the Hilton.  As soon as I stepped inside the Hilton, loud music, everybody showing up where I was. A lot of loud talking, laughing, banging, women showing up half-naked with their boobs hanging out, and real tight elastic clothing. I’m surprised their dresses stayed on them. It was really disgusting. And it’s always the fattest ones who wear the tight, tight clothing with the fat coming out from every part of their body. They really need to take a good look in their mirror.

It’s amazing that people who don’t know me know exactly what to do on their vacation. They’re just as bad  as the Las Vegas perps. They’re no better.  These people come  from   Spanish-speaking countries, Scandinavian, Asian, etc. So it’s proof that if we decide to leave the U.S. for a better place, it won’t work. We’ll be harassed just as much wherever we go. We’re not safe anywhere. Someone mentioned to me that the United Nations is involved in what’s happening to  us, and got all the other countries to go along with what it wanted to do.  And that makes a lot of sense, it’s a worldwide thing. It’s happening all over the world. And the United Nations is in touch with a lot of countries.

Anyway, I felt I was back  at  the zoo. I left one zoo for another one.

I’m sure my nephew knows about the gang stalking, but I’m not going to mention it to him. What’s the point? He won’t believe me and think I’m a dingbat. But it’ll be good to see family again, even if it’s for a short  while. It’s good for my soul.  Maybe it’ll be a good visit. I’m just going to try to enjoy my visit with him..

So if I find my nephew, I’ll probably miss a few blogs. I’ll tell you how my visit went. Take care of yourselves.

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Gang Stalking – There’s a jail cell waiting for the women who beat me yesterday.

Yesterday when  the girls beat  me up, I left out a few details.  When the women turned toward me and I turned my back on them, one of them took my suitcase and  my handbag was hanging on the handle of my suitcase.  When I ran after them, my hat fell off and I had to go after it.  And I heard one of them say, “Well! Now we know she has hair.”   I don’t know what their obsession is with my hair. It’s not the first time they’ve mentioned my hair. At least my hair is real, the women who jumped me had on extensions and wigs. If I had to re-live the day, that’s the remark I’d make “At least my hair  is real unlike your fake hair!”  That really would have set them off.   And there four women, not three.  I noticed the woman who helped me had her camera pointed at me all the time.  The beating was a set-up. They wanted to catch me saying  something that would get me thrown in jail. Honestly, I can’t believe how calm I was yesterday.  It’s like I wasn’t even in my own body. It was sort of like an outer body experience. Before I knew the fourth women was part of the group, I calmly told her to get in her car and leave before the women came after her, and then I walked toward the library.

I wrote yesterday  I would not  go after the women, but I’ve changed my mind.  I am now trying to find proof  of the beating.  I wont tell you what I’m going to do because I don’t want to give them any advance notice about what I’m doing.  This time I’m going after them.  I’m  going to press charges once I find the proof.  I’ve had enough of beatings from the lowlifes.  They’re not going to get away with it this time.  I’m sure they all went home and had a good laugh about the beating I got.  And I’m even today, they’re still  laughing about the beating.  If I can get the proof I’m searching for, they won’t be laughing for long! There’s a jail cell waiting for them all. They better enjoy themselves while they still can.

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Gang Stalking – I hate the perps for making my life so joyless.

For the first time in about three and a half  years I went to the park.  I used to go to the park all the time.  But there came a point, I decided it was too miserable an experience to go there.  As soon as I’d enter the park, parents would show up  with their children.  Of  course, they just had to sit where I sat.  They’d tell their brats to make as much noise as possible, to scream and yell at the top of their lungs.  Not only would they tell them to do this, but they’d tell them to jump up and down on the tables.  Nice thing to teach their kids. To become as wild as possible.  I took it for a while, but then I began to feel like I’d like to take the kids and turn them around and just hit their bottoms to teach them to behave. I decided it was safer for me to stay out of the park. I didn’t want to be accused of child abuse.  So I passed by the park, but  stayed away from entering it.

Now, I decided to give the park another try. How much worse can it be than what it used to be?   Well, honestly, a lot worse.  I went to the park yesterday and sat on a rock, far away from everybody in the park.  Well, as usually happens, the area I was sitting in became the area to sit.  Immediately, mothers with their children, women with dogs, men walking, boy/girlfriends, etc. just had to sit  near the vicinity of where I sat.  The park’s surrounded by apartment complexes, people put their chairs out and watched me non-stop.  Every way I turned, someone was watching me.  I did not leave the park, I moved and sat in another area. Again, the area became the newest place to hang out.  Some of the people sent their dogs my way, so I’d pet the dog and then they thought I’d start a conversation with them.  I paid no attention.  A lot of  women  passed by me talking as if they were miles from each other, not next to each other.  I  had a book I was reading and totally absorbed myself in the book.  And I  managed to stay put for an hour.  After an hour, I’d had enough of the ridiculous idiots. I left.

I can’t even sit in the park for an hour without someone annoying the hell out of me.  I can tell you I hate these people for making my life so joyless.  I can’t sit in the park, go for a walk, the store, get on the bus, etc. without having an entourage.

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