Gang Stalking – The Zombie Parade.

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I went out to throw away my garbage and decided to stand in front of my apartment and just catch a little sun.  Of course, I began the countdown.  How long will it take before someone comes along and throws away his garbage?  It took exactly 3 minutes.  Then one after another the gang stalkers come. They come in five-minute intervals.  Then come the people in their cars, just sitting in their cars, beeping their horns, slamming their doors, making a lot of noise.  But, of course, I know how to get rid of them.  I do my thing.  None of them lasts more than 1 minute.   And then another group comes  slamming its doors, beeping its horns, and running its cars.  I do my thing again.  They don’t last too long.

They can beep their horns and slam their doors all they want.  When the door breaks, they have to pay to have the door replaced or repaired.  That’s money coming out of their pockets.  They can slam and keep running their cars all day.  It doesn’t bother me.  I know eventually they’ll run out of gas.  Then they have to go to the gas station and pay to have it refilled.  Do you think it bothers me that they slam their doors and keep running theirs cars?  Not one bit.  I like knowing that they’re going to have to pay for the gas or have the door replaced.  That’s when I have the last laugh.  So you gang stalkers, keep slamming your doors, keep running your cars, and keep beeping your horns.   And to those of you who blow your horn,  keeping blowing your horns.  Maybe some day when you really need that horn to work, it won’t work.

Oh, and I forgot about the Zombie Parade.  It’s their time, too.  The sidewalk suddenly comes alive.  It fills up with gang stalkers who parade by.  They have nowhere to go.  They just stand by waiting to be called to do their act.   The sidewalk becomes filled with zombie-like people.  They don’t look to their right, nor left.  They walk straight ahead as if in a trance.  They’ve been called to do their zombie thing.  If you’ve ever seen a zombie movie, you’ll know what I’m talking about.  So they all jam the sidewalk and just walk without any emotion and look zombie-like.  I love watching them.  I really enjoy when they do the Zombie Parade. I can’t help smiling.  It usually makes my day. Go Zombies, go.

This blog’s been erased about 25 times.  I guess they don’t want the gang stalkers thinking about things like having doors replaced, horns not working and running out of gas.  The gang stalkers don’t think about such things.  They just do what they’re told.  Imagine if they start thinking about replacing their doors and horns, they’d probably stop being so stupid.

I think I’ll  do my Zombie dance.  I do a very good Zombie dance. Do your Zombie dance.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Occupy Las Vegas 11/13/11

Today I took part in Occupy Las Vegas. I was walking to the store when I saw a few guys putting up signs for Occupy Las Vegas. I asked them how long they would be camping out. They told me they would probably be camping out for three days in the place.

They said to  me that they were trying to save the business of a friend of theirs. The man owes the bank $32,000, and the bank wouldn’t extend any more credit, so by Tuesday, 11/ 15/11, the bank will evict him from his business. They were angry that Wall Street got loans so they would not  default, but their friend was not having the same luck. So they decided to protest to save his business.

I decided I would help them and myself at the same time.  So I told them I would join them, but first I had to go home and get my shirt with my gang stalking message written on it.

I went home, returned to the encampment, and got myself a sign.   I walked back and forth with the sign, and stopped to talk to people who  asked  questions.  While on the line, someone told me that the owner of the gas station had someone come into his business, and take the money that was in the register. They took all of it without a search warrant.  It was a constable from another city.  Can you imagine? Someone can just come into your business and walk away with your  money.  What the constable  did is a right given to him by the Patriot Act.

The Patriot Act is full of b.s.  The things that the government can get away with  under the Patriot Act are amazing.

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