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Gang Stalking – What fucking right do they have to torture us?

Maybe some people are beginning to question things that they’re doing to targets. I was in the CVS pharmacy getting my prescription for blood pressure medication and I heard a Philippino woman speaking to the pharmacist. She spoke in Tagalog, but I understood what she said.  She asked the pharmacist what my medication (which is one of her business and the pharmacist should’ve told her so) is for. I heard blood pressure. I’m sure she’s heard that  I’m on psychiatric medication  (they tried to change this to “4  psychiatric medications”). That’s  the rumor that’s been spread about me and my medication.  Maybe this woman will wake up and wonder if  I’m on  blood pressure medication,  why  was she told I’m on psychiatric drugs? But I have a feeling she won’t question it at all.

There are people who question things. I know this for a fact. I was standing in the parking lot, why, I don’t remember (probably trying to get away from the perps), and I heard a man say, “I thought she had no hair. Look at her! That’s her real hair.” He talked to a woman who responded, “I don’t know.”  She didn’t look my way at all. He kept shouting, “That’s her real hair! They told us she had no hair.”  The woman again said, in a zombie way, “I don’t know.”  And the man seemed to be upset that they’d lied to him  and kept looking at me. At least this man questions things. I wish there were more people like. If I hadn’t heard this man yelling, I never would’ve found out that I have no hair.  I have lots of hair!

These are the kinds of lies told about us.  That we’re drunks, crazy, thieves, like men/women, are anti-American, violent,  druggies, sex-addicts, terrorists,  etc. Just name any bad thing, and we do it. We targets are the worse of the worse. There is no one in the U.S. that’s badder than we are. We are sicko crazies.

Most targets are really decent people.  They believe in living their lives as they see fit and letting others lives their lives as they see fit. We don’t shove our beliefs down anyone’s throats.  Others can believe whatever they want to believe. We don’t care what anyone’s belief is.  They have a right to their beliefs as targets have a right to theirs.

Who knows, maybe that’s why we’re targets? We don’t try to convince anyone that our way of thinking is necessarily the right or wrong way.  Maybe the U.S. wants zombies who will try to shove their ideas down everyone’s throats, maybe make the U.S. like the zombies they hire to harass us.

And even if we’re crazy, what f—–g right do they have to torture us?

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Gang Stalking – What a great day it’s been???!!!

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English: Black-Hair (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You won’t believe it, but I managed to fix my computer.  I’m back home typing.  I’m so glad I don’t have to put up with the perps at the library.  What a bunch of lowlife people.  I’m still  amazed at how evil people are after all this time. I keep thinking that I’ll meet some decent, caring people, but I never do.  I keep meeting mean, evil ones.

I got on this afternoon and I was able to start my blog, and the hackers did a job on me. My computer went on the frizz, and it’s taken me all day to get back on.  That’s about eight hours I’ve tried to get on.  I almost gave up, but I told myself stick in there.  Don’t let them win.  And I got off and on over fifty times, and each time it got worse.  Finally, at 7:00 p.m., I was able to get onto WordPress.  I couldn’t even get into WordPress.   My password didn’t work.  I made up another password, it didn’t work. My sign-in from WordPress disappeared.   The only thing I could see was a disappearing half line.  And, believe me, I’m going to lose my hair if  I keep trying to type my blog.  I kept putting my hand through my hair nervously. I’m not the type to touch my hair too much, but touch my hair I did.

The lowlifes who spend their time hacking targets are the scum of the earth.  And the more they hack me, the more it makes me want to write.  So far, they have not been able to stop me from writing, and I’m sure they’re not happy when I persevere.  They want me to throw my hands up in the air and give up.  They already know that I’m as stubborn as a mule, and being a stubborn mule has pushed me forward.

I totally think that the hackers are not human.  They all belong in hell.  I think all of them have horns on top of their heads, how else can it be explained how evil they all are?

Not only has my day been a waste of time, but the idiot next door is banging on the wall with a hammer.  I can see his horns every time I run into him.  And what I’d like to do to the idiot I can’t say.  I’m sure you targets all know how I feel about the perps.  You all go through the same things I do.  The idiot is still banging away!

Another exciting day in the life of a target.  Whoopee!

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Gang Stalking – Thinking of disappearing??? Go for it!

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English: Watch pocket containing a M190 Intercept. Category:Samsung mobile phones (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Mind Games (song) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Three surveillance cameras on the corner of a building (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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English: A cell phone tower in Palatine, Illinois, USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I  have to  tell you that I’m tired.  I don’t mean mentally tired, but the pounding my body takes from all the spraying that’s done to me.  Day after day, it takes a pounding.  I really don’t know how targets who’ve  had to deal with this for 15 years or more do it.  How they’ve lasted so long and been able to stay sane makes me admire them.  I know what they’ve gone through.  The daily abuse of their body.  The constant psychological mind games that they’ve had to deal with.  The constant torture.  To have lasted as long as they have encourages me  to  never give up.  If they can last as long as they have and been able to survive, I, too, can survive.

But  I must tell you, it was easier 17 years ago for a target to get away.   17 years ago a lot of  people had cell phones, but a lot didn’t.  Regular computer use was  just becoming the norm.  But today with everybody walking around with a cell phone and a computer, it’s easier to keep track of us targets.  17 years ago if someone really had the desire to disappear, it was possible. Now, if a target tries to get lost in a crowd, it’s impossible.  It doesn’t matter where he goes, there’s someone on a cell telling the scumbag monitors where he is.  It’s almost impossible for a target to leave no tracks.  With credit cards, surveillance cameras everywhere, it’s impossible to disappear.  And if a person does get away, I’m sure it’d just be a matter of time before he’s found.  If gang stalking had happened to me 17 years ago, I sure as hell would have found a way to disappear.  They might eventually had found me, but the years would not  have been a waste, as they are now.

Men, in my opinion, are luckier than women in the disappearing game.  Men can grow beards, lose weight and no one would be able to tell who they are.  They can also change their hair color.   Women can change their hair color, but the face is easier to recognize. And woman have certain problems, which men don’t.  If you know what I mean.

So it’s harder today for someone to disappear.  I wish for the days of no computers, cell phones, satellites, and surveillance cameras.   We sure didn’t realize how much better off  we were without these things.  My wish is that all the satellites come crashing down and explode.  Maybe they’ll hit some of the scumbags on their way down.

But if someone really wants to disappear, I still think it’s possible.  Plan, plan, plan. And go for it! You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

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Gang Stalking – Girlfriend, or partner in crime?

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Hoodie (Photo credit: jollyUK)

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Image via Wikipedia - gangster with tatoo.

The man next door has been totally transformed. When I first saw him, he was wearing a leather jacket, real shoes, and had his hair professionally cut  by a stylist. And he always parked his SUV in front of his apartment. Now, he’s grown a beard, wears white sneakers, a Hoodie, loose blue jeans, and he’s let his hair grow. If this is the way I’d seen him the first time, I would have taken him for a gang stalker. But now he’s become a gang stalker. He’s playing his part. Today, some instinct told me to go out and just wait, so I did. I went outside and just waited. Well, guess what?  He comes out of the  apartment with a black woman. I saw his wife the other day, so what’s up? Is the woman a partner in crime, or his side thing? The woman was flirting with him while I was watching, so I can tell she likes him. Body language again. I told you I’ve read many books about body language and I’ve learned to read people. I can read most people like a book. So I don’t know if she’s a girlfriend or another gang stalker? Anyway, every time I see the man next door, he nobs his head and gives me a big smile. I look at him and totally ignore him. Eventually he’ll get the hint that I have no interest in being friends with someone who is trying to bring me down. I will outlast him and all the other freaks.  I have no choice.  My survival is at stake.

There’s also another woman who has entered the scene.  She lived here last year for a few months and then disappeared.  Now, she’s back.  She never comes out, but she has  a curtain rod by her window sill.  Why would someone have a rod by a window sill?  The reason.  So the rod catches any electricity directed at  her window.  And how would she know that unless she’s one of the gang stalkers?  So I’m suspicious of her.  I’ll keep my eye on her.

The government people don’t like the fact that I write a blog.  They want to keep other targets in the dark.  If the targets run across my blog, they might find out what’s happening to them.  That’s not good.  They want to make sure that any new targets end up in some institution, or start taking tranquilizers.  If the targets end up in an institution or take tranquilizers, no one will believe them when they tell people what’s happening to them. People will just think the targets are crazy.  But they can do whatever they want to me, I will not quit writing  my blog, nor stop fighting back.  They can all go straight to hell!  And here’s my backside to all of you (the government people, not my precious readers).  Kiss my ass.

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