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Gang Stalking – Happy New Year to everyone. Welcome 2013.

Fireworks #1

Fireworks #1 (Photo credit: Camera Slayer)


Fireworks (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Happy New Year

Happy New Year (Photo credit: James Marvin Phelps)

I bought a new handbag about three weeks ago. The perps destroyed my old one. Put holes in it, tore off the straps, took off the threading.  You know, the nice things they do to our things.  If you read my blog yesterday, you know I typed my blog from the library. When I sat down at the computer yesterday, I put my handbag right on top of the computer table, right next to me.  I figured what can they do to my bag when it’s right in front of me? My question should have been, what will they do to destroy my new bag?  When I left the library, I noticed that someone made a slit in the side of my new handbag.  These perps are beyond evil. What have we ever done to deserve the treatment we get?

Anyway, I was planning to stay away from the library. I really can’t stand the sight  of any of the creeps. They make me sick to my stomach just being around them. They’re the scum of the earth. Piles of human waste!

But the New Year is right around the corner, and I had to wish all you readers a Happy New Year.

Just think, targets, you made it through another miserable year.  In spite of every miserable thing done to you, you overcame. You were strong.  You hung in there in the worse of times.  You all deserve a medal. You really, really do. You are tough to be able to survive what we have to deal with every day of our life.  In my opinion, you’re all heroes of mine. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you’re weak, because you’re not. If anyone is weak, it’s the perp. They’re all shitheads.  Not even worth writing about.

Now that we’re entering a new year, perhaps something will happen to free all of us from this hell.

So, targets, you have my admiration for surviving another year. Stay strong and believe in yourselves.  You’re good people.

Even though we don’t know we each, I feel a lot of affection for all of you.

So a good 2013 for all of us.  May you all have  the best year of your life.

Don’t ever give in; don’t let them win!

You are survivors of the first order.


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Gang Stalking – Surrounded by clowns.


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It seems there are more gang stalkers after me now than ever before.  A  lot of  new people moved into my complex.   About three or four of them are not the typical gang stalking types.  They seem educated, have better cars, and come from out-of-town.  One woman comes from Florida.  The rest, I don’t know. I don’t what kind of car they own.  But my gang stalking is getting progressively worse.  I’ve heard that as time goes by, gang stalking lessens. It might be true for other targets, but that’s not been my experience. I have more gang stalkers surrounding me now than before.

There’s the clown next door.  He came wearing a leather jacket and clean-looking, now he looks like a perp.  His appearance has changed.  Then there’s the clown upstairs.  He’s been here since December, or November.  He’s the one who used to live with the floozy.  Now she’s gone and he’s taken over her place. There’s another clown behind me.  I hear him, and I’ve seen him a few times, but he very seldom shows himself.  He likes to slam the door a lot, but I’ve learned to ignore the door slamming.  Then there’s another clown diagonally above me, next to the clown above.  I rarely see him, but he’s a black man.  He’s a little strange.  Then diagonally on the first floor, there’s another clown.   I rarely see him .I’ve seen him a few times, but I can’t really describe him.  He has one of those ordinary man looks, hard to describe.  Then diagonally above me is another clown.  I’ve never seen him, but I know he exists from the noise I hear. There’s another clown who lives in apartment 111, who has total control of my computer.  On top of all the bozos, there are people parked in the parking lot who often target me.  I can hear them trying to hit me.  There are ” bings” bouncing off the window all day.  I’ve learned to protect myself, so they don’t really do any damage to me.   And I would say that 95% of the tenants harass me. So they’re bringing in people who they think will do a job on me, and finally succeed in getting me to “lose it.”  I’m surrounded by clowns.

Well, I have this to say to them:  You’re not going to succeed.  I will outlast every one of the criminals you send my way. I’ve lasted almost 4 years and you have not succeeded in taking me down.  And you will not succeed no matter who you send after me.  I will, will outlast anyone who you send to make my life a living hell. I have to believe that eventually this ordeal I’m going through will end.  I have to believe that there must be some good people out there, and that  they will do something to help all the targets.  I must have hope.  Without hope, what is there?

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Sometimes I have to remind myself there are a “few” nice people out there.

On the bus

On the bus (Photo credit: joshua_putnam)

I was waiting at the bus stop and looking in my bag for bus fare. A man stood by and  kept looking at me. At one time if a man looked at me, I thought he was looking at me because he thought I was attractive. Nowadays, when a man looks at me, I assume it’s because I’m going to be his target. So I looked back at the man and gave him a nasty look, and returned to my bag to look for my weapon to zap him for when he zapped me. I took some coins out of my bag, and a dime fell out. I bent down to pick it up, the man beat me to it and picked it up to give  me. I said “thank you ” and continued to look for coins. He still stared at me, and I was getting annoyed. He leaned over and handed me something. I looked at it, and it was a bus pass for the rest of the day. I was so surprised I had a hard time blurting out “thank you.” He got on the bus, and I followed. He sat down, and I went over and thanked him again. What a nice man he was. I’m so used to being abuse,  I never think someone might be a good person.

I got on another bus, and the bus driver asked me what my shirt said.  So I let him look at it. My shirt states”Targeted Individual by U .S. Government since 2009″. He asked me what exactly did it mean. I explained to him that I’m harassed  by a group of gang stalkers who get paid by the  government. I told him I was on a list of people the government considers violent and dangerous,  and there were more than half million of us on the list. He kept asking me questions, and said I didn’t look dangerous. I told him I wasn’t dangerous, and  have  never been in any trouble, but someone reported me to the government as being a danger to U.S. security, and that’s how I got placed on the list.  He seemed to believe me (I don’t know if he really did), but it was nice to have someone listen to what I had to say.  He was the first person to ask me about the shirt. A lot of people look at it, but never ask me any questions.  They look at me as if I’m crazy.

So two nice men in one day.  I guess there are still nice people in the world; I just have to remind myself constantly they exist.

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