Gang Stalking – Kids taught by their parents to hate.

It amazes me what parents force their kids to do to make money. I’ll be walking along and some woman or man will be walking with his kids. It looks like a loving family, mother, father, kids running around laughing. The All-American family! Sure, sure. Pretty soon, I discover that this not an all-American family, or may be  it is.  The kids are all wearing perp colors, and so are the mother and father. They will usually push their kids to interact with me. The woman will usually  be bra-less and she’ll bend down so I can get a look at her breasts  (sell yourself, slut). These are the kind of people I have to deal with every day. Woman going bra-ess and making sure I get a look at her breasts and the kids acting like little brats with their parents’ approval.

Most kids will not say anything to me or bother me when I’m alone. It’s only when they are with their parents that they act up. Their parents encourage them to harass me. What this tells me  is that in 20 years we will have teens  who  will be  worse than their parents, if that’s possible.  They’ve been taught that it’s all right to harass someone who is not doing anything to  them.    They will  think it’s   perfectly  normal to harass someone. They will think  that there’s nothing wrong with harassing someone. Can you imagine what the world is going to be like 20 years from now? Hopefully, I’ll be dead. It’ll be a hell hole! It’ll be so bad  people will probably want to kill themselves. And when the world is so bad, there’s no one to blame but the parents who taught kids to hate and harass others. I’m glad I won’t be around, or hopefully I won’t be.

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Gang Stalking – Family hatred.

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I just want to write a little more about the phone, because targets get confuse about it.

When I lived with my sister, a few times she left her phone out.  I would go through her phone and try to find the number she was using to hit me.  One day, I found the code. The code is about 15 numbers long.  I tried  it on her phone, but it wouldn’t work for me. I remember she used to put in the code, hit the lower right hand button of her phone and the phone would turn red. I did the same thing, but it didn’t work for me. The phone did not turn red,  so I probably missed a step. I think the phone has to be set up so the code can take. Without set-up someone can’t get into the phone and use it. This is why you always see the criminals looking at their phones. They are busy trying to enter the code so they can hit   y. Can you imagine having a sister do this to you?  The thought of doing something like this to someone in my family is abhorrent to me. It would bother me to be so evil, but obviously, it didn’t bother my family to do this to me. I didn’t realize how much hate they had for me until the gang stalking began. I am not an adopted child, so that rule doesn’t apply to me as to why I’ve become a victim of gang stalking. I honestly think I pissed someone off, which I tend to do . I’ve never suffered fools gladly.  I am sure I pissed someone off, but whom, I have no idea.

So I hope you have a better understanding of how the phone connects to your gang stalking life. The phone is very important to the perps in harassing us, and so is the computer.

And as always, the idiots surround me at the library. I hope all the criminals end up in jail.

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Gang Stalking – Another good day at the library.

English: An image montage of the City of Las Vegas. From Top to Bottom: City of Las Vegas Vegas Vic, in the Fremont Street Experience Binion’s Horseshoe Hotel & Casino, in Downtown Las Vegas The Fremont Street Experience Plaza Hotel & Casino, in Downtown Las Vegas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cute Dog in the Gehry Building Hallway – NYC (Photo credit: ChrisGoldNY)

I’m back at the disgusting library again.   The place is full of perps.  I’m being hit in my back, my legs, my side. I feel electricity coming from every direction.  I can truly say I hate every one of these people here in the library.

I do try to convince myself that people are good, but it’s sure not working when I’m in the library. These people have no conscience, and they’re mean as hell. I’d love to be doing to them what they’re doing to me, but there’s too many of them, and I’m only one person.

Lately, I’ve thought of getting a dog.  It would make my life a lot less lonely. But every time I think I will, I just can’t do it.  I think of all the pets killed by the  perps and that stops me.  The thought that I could come home one day and find that my pet is dead, would just devastate me.  I can picture the dog lying on the floor, blood dripping from his body and a hole in his stomach,  it’s just too horrible to imagine.  So even though I would love a pet, I can’t do that to an animal . Better not to get a pet.

Before my computer was put out of service, I got a message that said someone else logged into my computer. I saw that the logger was from Las Vegas, so I assumed it had been me who logged in.  And then I noticed that the IP address was not mine.  I checked out the IP address and it stated that it was someone from the Clark County Library.  That’s the library that I use.  This log-in happened on December 8.  My computer was working okay, so I typed my blog from home. Maybe one of the librarians was doing it,  or one of the other perps.  But it’s very strange that it came from the  Clark County Library. You would think that librarians are trust-worthy people, but librarians are no longer people that we can trust.  They’re just as vicious as the regular perps.

I hate coming to this library, or  any library in Las Vegas, because they’re all the same.  The librarians doing the government’s dirty work. They should all be disgusted with themselves.

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Gang Stalking – The thug squad – go straight to hell!

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Idiots v. Spastics E.P. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The idiots!  How  I absolutely, absolutely hate the idiots who haunt us every day.  I hate, hate, hate them all.  If hate could kill someone they’d be dead, that’s how much I hate the idiots.

It’s just sickening that we have to put up with all this nonsense.  None of us have done anything!  But, yet, we have to put up with our lives being disrupted every minute of the day.  How I would like to disrupt their lives and drive them crazy.  I’d like to put poison in their food, as they do to us, steal their food, hit them with electricity, just totally do everything back to them that they do to us. I’d like to watch they go to the bathroom and see them wipe their fat asses!  I’d like to see them early in the morning taking a shower and seeing how awful they look early in the morning. I’d like to follow them everywhere they go and turn people against them.  I’d like to watch them having the awful sex that I’m sure they have, because I’m sure the sex they have is awful.   Who the hell would want to have sex with any of them?  I’m sure no one!  They probably have to beg to have sex with their wives, girlfriends, partners.

They’re the lowest forms of humanity.  I’m surprised they can still walk on two legs.  They’re so inhuman that monkeys, gorillas have more humanity.  They all belong in a cage with bars.  Every day, people would come by to watch them in their cages.  And we targets would come by and zap, zap, zap them into hell.

If I sound angry, I am. I’m sick of the bastards and every thing they do to me.  Some day, the bastards will get everything they’ve done to us targets.  Their judgment day will come, and I’m sure I know where they going to end up.

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Gang Stalking – Don’t make perps happy.

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As I walked toward the bus stop, I felt anger dwell up in me.  As the perps surrounded me, I felt pure hate.  As women passed me, I wanted to pull out their hair by its roots.  And as men passed me, I wanted to take my pointy boots and hit them over and over where it hurts.

I kept thinking of my friend who killed herself.   It was people  like the ones I was passing who caused her death.

Silently I repeated to myself, don’t make them happy, don’t make them happy, don’t make them happy.  If I’d lost my temper and told them how I felt, it would have made the perps happy.  They immediately would let    their monitor know and tell him what I’d said.  They like to see targets lose their tempers.  When we lose our tempers, they have something to report.  If we don’t lose our temper, they have nothing.  When the perps have something to report, a fuss is made over them.  They’re praised on what a good job they did on getting information.  It’s  information that they all can use on targets to harass us more.

My friend, who committed suicide, is not the only one who had death on her mind.  There are about three to four people in my Facebook page who are having a very difficult time with gang stalkers.  Some of them say things that scare me.  They talk about death being easier than the life they’re living.  There’s one man who really worries me.  I don’t really want to write about him committing  suicide.  I want him to stay alive.

Those of us who are on Facebook with him, try to do our best to change  his will to live. But as with my friend, we have so little control over someone’s life.  If someone wants to kill himself, we can try to help him, but ultimately it’s his choice to want to live or not.

We tell him not to give up.  That maybe something will happen that will stop all the gang stalking.

It’s hard to tell someone to hold on, when, really, we don’t believe what we’re saying.  We know nothing is going to change. Gang stalking is not going to stop any time soon.  Who knows if what we’re going through will ever stop.  Maybe in 20, 30 years?  Or will it be infinite?

We need someone in government, who knows about the gang stalking, to speak up for us.  So far, we’ve had no one who will listen.

We can’t get the police, government, ACLU, senators, representatives, etc. to help.  They all know what’s going on, and they all keep the secret.

I feel powerless.  I’ve done everything I can do to let people know about gang stalking, but it’s like talking to myself.  No one listens to what I say.  And no one listens to other targets, who are also doing their best to make people aware of what’s going on.

So I keep writing my blog hoping that  people will eventually wake up.  That’s all I can do.

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Gang Stalking- Why can’t we just get along?

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The world is such a mess.  It seems everybody hates everybody today.  Israelis hate Arabs.  Syrians hate Turks.  Egyptians  hated by their government.  Afghanistans hate each other because of their religious beliefs.  In the U.S., Republicans and Democrats hate each.  Why is there so much hate going on?  Why can’t people accept each other as they are?  Why do people  feel that what they believe is the right belief and everyone should think the way they do?

It seems that no matter how someone tries to stay out of the fray, they can’t.  In some way or other, we become part of  what’s happening. If someone just wants to live his life the way he wants and not bother anyone, there’s always someone who will try to tell that person what he should be thinking and doing.  We’re told what religion we should practice. What a woman should do with her body.  We’re told who we should not have sex with. As Rodney King said, “Why can’t we just get along?”

Why do there have to be any borders that separate countries, states?  Why can’t there be a world that makes it easier for all of us to get along?  Why can’t we just accept each other as we are?  Why is it so difficult for people to love each other?  To care about each other?

We, who are now alive, are leaving a mean-spirited world for the children who are not yet born.  I see it every time I take a walk.  I see mothers who urge their children to have no respect for anyone.  I see mothers who urge their children to stick out their tongues at me.  I see mothers encourage their children to kick me when I’m not looking.  I see mothers encourage their children to make nasty remarks as I walk by.  What makes these mothers do this?  Don’t  these mothers have any empathy for anybody?   Are their lives so miserable that it makes them feel better to teach their children to be disrespectful to someone they don’t know and hasn’t done anything to  them.

I know that the government encourages families to get involved in gang stalking.  Why is it that they have to indoctrinate the children? Why don’t they leave the children alone?  Are they indoctrinating the children for the future?  The world is bad enough without indoctrinating children into evil.

I don’t blame the children.  The children are doing what their parents tell them to do.  The children think that what their parents tell them to do is right. They don’t know any better, but their parents do.

The world is full  of hate.  We don’t need any more children in the world learning to hate others because of what they look like, what religion they practice, what country they’re from, who they choose to have sex with, what color they are, etc.  What we need more of  in the world is love.  We need to learn to live with each other without wanting to kill each other because of who we are.

I hope you mothers realize what you’re doing to your children when you tell them to act in a way that’s hateful.  You’re teaching them to hate others.  Why don’t you teach your children empathy for others?  We need more of it in the world.  Why don’t you make the world better for your children and others?  Leave your children the gift of a better world.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – When is it a good time to quit?

When is it a good time to quit? There’s a common sentiment that you should always tough things out and that it’s weak to quit. When is this not true? How do you know you should quit something?

It’s time to quit something when you feel sucked of energy. The thing that you’re doing  takes all your energy, and it makes you tired. The thought of doing whatever it is you’re doing just makes you not want to wake up to face the day.  It could be a bad relationship, which is no longer full of love, or fun.  You just want to run away from the relationship.  Then it’s time to quit the relationship.   Or you have a job that you hate.  Your boss is domineering and wears you out.  The thought of going to work with the boss makes you sick.  Perhaps the place you live is a place that doesn’t feel like home.  As a matter of fact, you don’t even want to return home.  You’d rather be somewhere else. Then it’s time to look for a new place to live.  It’s time to quit the place.  Or maybe a friendship you have no longer works for you no matter how you try to keep up the friendship.  It’s time to quit the relationship.

It is time to quit something when it no longer feels good, or is causing you to feel bad about yourself.  You should do something because you enjoy it, not because you have to endure it.

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