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Gang Stalking – Memorial Day, May 27, 2013.

English: SUFFOLK, Va. (Dec. 13, 2008) A Sailor...

English: Picture of graves decorated with flag...

English: Picture of graves decorated with flags at Arlington National Cemetery on Memorial Day 2008. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A young patriot salutes heroes at the 2009 Nat...

A young patriot salutes heroes at the 2009 National Memorial Day Concert on the West Lawn of the United States Capitol. See more at Army.mil (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: SUFFOLK, Va. (Dec. 13, 2008) Wreaths ...

English: SUFFOLK, Va. (Dec. 13, 2008) Wreaths are placed at the Alfred G. Horton, Jr. memorial Veterans Cemetery to honor fallen veterans as part of a Wreaths Across America Ceremony. Wreaths Across America is a program to remember the fallen, honor those who serve and teach children the value of freedom. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Mandy Hunsucker/Released) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I can’t believe it’s Memorial Day already.  This year is flying by.

I was going to write “Happy Memorial Day”, but I stopped myself.  Memorial Day is for honoring men who fought in the wars  American  has/is in.  This is a day to remember all the men killed while fighting to keep the U.S. free. And America has been in a lot of  wars and a lot of men lost their lives to keep all Americans free.

Memorial Day always makes me sad.   I  think of  all the men who never got to live a normal life. Who were taken away too young.  Whose children never got to know their fathers/mothers.

I was going to write about what soldiers would think of today’s America, but it’s a day to remember all those who’ve died, not a day to be judgmental.

So, in remembrance of those men/women who died in American wars, let us celebrate them for caring about preserving American freedom and willing to die for it.

May they all R.I.P.

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Gang Stalking – Thrown out of store.

Cashier Lady at the Queens Boulevard White Cas...

Cashier Lady at the Queens Boulevard White Caste, NYC (Photo credit: ChrisGoldNY)

Gesture raised fist with middle finger lifted

Gesture raised fist with middle finger lifted (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Grocery Store Signage | Exterior Grocery Store Remodel | Supermarket Upgrade | Chelan Red Apple (Photo credit: I-5 Design & Manufacture)

Today, about four hours ago, I was thrown out of  a store.

I went into the store to get some groceries.   When I went into the store, the store was  empty.  Within two minutes of entering the store,  about eighteen people entered all at once.  They weren’t together.  It’s  really strange to have all  those people entering  at once.   Of  course, all perps.  None of them  got any groceries.  They all got a soda  or water and stood in line.   Of course, they waited for me to finish my shopping before getting in line. As soon as they saw me coming, they all got in line.  There was  only one cashier and the line was very long.  The perps were laughing and looking at me and making  remarks.

I tried as hard as I could to keep my mouth shout and not say anything, but I opened my mouth and began to tell them all off.  Of  course, they looked at  me and gave me the look they always do.   The look  that says “what’s  your problem?”     They always act so innocent, because  they want me to think I’m crazy and there’s nothing going on.

But all the freaks were laughing and looking at each other and having a good old-time making fun of me.

While the perps were all laughing, another cashier opened his register. I ran over to the cashier. While I was waiting to pay,  he made a few nasty remarks and I responded in kind. Two women were in front of me and gave me dirty looks.  I gave them dirty looks back, and both began saying nasty things to me. I told them off, too.  The women paid and stood by the register talking to the man.  The man turned to me and said, “I won’t be ringing up your order today. Come back another day.”

I replied, “Oh, it’s okay. I won’t be coming back here again.”

One of the woman replied, “Oh, good.”

As I walked out the store, I gave the cashier  the finger and told him to drop dead.

The freaks all act as if they’re  so perfect and happy.

Yeah, I know they’re all miserable people.  If they weren’t miserable people they wouldn’t be doing what they’re doing. They’d be somewhere else living their lives. But, no, they’re were all in the store trying to tear me down, and make themselves feel better.

I wish every one of the miserable bastards would go to hell.  They’re all worthless pieces of shit.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Imagine it’s August, 2021 – what is your life like?

Isn’t 2021, the year the world is to end?  If it ends, I will not have  to think about what my life is like…just kidding.

I hope my life is nothing like it is today.  I don’t want to be a victim of gang stalking in 2021.   If it is still happening, I hope that I  die before 2021 arrives.

I have a feeling that gang stalking will be even worse than it is now.  There will be millions of people added to the list of gang stalking.  The world will become like a Gulag.  And still, there will be people who will not believe it’s happening.  That is, until someone comes for them.

I’m in touch with targeted individuals who have family who have been targeted for decades.  Their grandparents, parents, and now, they have become  targets of the government.  Their children will probably become targets, too.  I know of a few people who have been targets for over 30 years.  One woman for 21 years.  I feel for them, because, thought I’m a target, my family has not been.  But who knows?  Maybe now that I’m targeted, it sets up the rest of my family for gang stalking.  No matter how I feel about  my family now, I wouldn’t wish this hell on anybody.  Least of all to  those of my family who are to follow me.

If I am not targeted in the year 2021, I am living a very simple life.  I live by the sea.  I spend my time painting; painting a lot pictures of my memories of gang stalking.   I want the world to remember what happened to ordinary people who had their lives disrupted for absolutely no reason, except for being test subjects of their respective governments.   I don’t know if I’m happy.  It is hard to be happy when I can’t trust the government that created  such evil in the past.  And why can’t it happen to others again?

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