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Gang Stalking – Want to drive a man bonkers!!

Every time I walk toward the library, I have to pass a trellis-like path.  As I walk, there are men and women standing, sitting, imitating what I do when I pass by. They all wait for me to pass  and make a comment. They get paid to do this. If I make a comment, the perp will report it and get an extra three, four bucks in his check.  Plus it’ll become something the  perps can imitate me doing.

Today, I didn’t feel like walking the path, so I found a solitary spot under a light. I can bet that tomorrow that the light will be over run with perps. And if the light is not over run with perps,  every light I pass will have a perp sitting under it. What idiots!!!

This is for women. Men who read my blog don’t get insulted. I heard this on the radio this morning. There is something we women do that drives men bonkers! You’ll never guess what!!!   Who knew? I didn’t.  I’ve made a mistake all this time. I’ve slammed doors on perps for as long as I can remember.  And it’s been making them feel very masculine. The truth is, men hate it when women hold doors open for them! It makes them feel emasculated.  Now that I know this, I will make sure I hold the doors open for all of them, make them feel emasculated. So, women, make sure you hold a door open for a  man perp. Annoy the hell out of all of them!

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Gang Stalking – Go to hell you perps!

The bitch next to  me  deleted my blog. At one time, WordPress.com  used  to save my drafts, I guess now they don’t do it anymore. I guess the government has gotten to WordPress.com. Well, it was good while it lasted. I have nothing against WordPress.com; they’ve been good to me.

Ever since I told targets about the plastic bottles, Am/FM radio, the mirrors, my life has become progressively worse.

It is now a death hell instead of a living hell.  I feel as if I’ve really entered hell and will never be let out of it.

I knew when I told you about mirrors, AM/FM radio, plastic bottles that my life would become a death hell, but I went with it, anyway.  What is life for unless it is to take chances?  So now I’m feeling the aftereffects(?). And I have no regret.

This morning, e.g., as I walked to the library, there was no absence of noise. It was a cacophony of sound.

The car repair shop, which rarely makes noise, tooted all its horns as I walked by it.  Next Target. There were some men repairing the roof, when they saw me, they turned on every machine they had. These machines were not in use. The men turned them on when they saw me coming . Cars were honking their horns non-stop. And, of course,  bastion of learning, the library  joined in the game.   As soon s I walked in, the phones began ringing non-stop.  I think they can be heard miles away. It’s a new thing they started. Their phones barely made noise before. But now, non-stop ringing phones.  And how can I forget how much noise the perps make?  The foot stomping began, the constant coughing, the clearing of their throats, the loud talking, and all those good things they do.  They act like zoo animals (I apologize to the animals at the zoo). And at night-time, my targeting has become almost unbearable. But with each thing they do to me, I become stronger. And I will outlast them all.

So I’m not complaining about what’s come about. I did it willingly. As I said, “No regrets.” Just writing about it so it stays in my memory bank for when I need it.

Go to hell you perps!

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Gang Stalking – Entering another year of hell!

That woman I told you about yesterday at the library, showed up again today. Of course, she showed up exactly at the same time I did. And she was wearing “pink” as I am. And today she’s just as high as a kite.  She sat next to me, of course. She put her arms up to show me she’s wearing the same color, and smiled at me. What a coincidence she’s wearing the same color! Yeah, sure! I turned away from her and paid no attention.  She began babbling to herself in the way “druggies” do. She turned and began babbling to a man.  He gave her a dirty look and walked away. Oh, life is just so wonderful for us targets! How ever did we get so lucky? It’s one exciting adventure after another?!!

One thing, always stay calm no matter what. Even if I want to grab someone and do something, I just keep myself calm. That’s the only way to survive what we’re going through. They want us to lose our “cool”.

I must admit, I don’t always stay cool. It’s hard to always stay calm with what we have to put up with every day.  And we’re only human. But considering everything I put up with every day, I do a pretty good job staying calm when the perps take over the library.  If I did half the things the perps do, I’d be thrown out of the library and escorted out by a security guard.

I told you about the time a woman harassed me and I said a few four letter words to her. She went to the librarian and complained. And I was thrown out of the library for a whole year. A guy recently said to me “FY” in front of a librarian, but she did nothing. If that had been me, I wouldn’t be in the library now.

The woman is still in the library blabbing some nonsense.

Well, entering another year of hell!

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Gang Stalking – What a hell of a week I’ve had!

Hi, everybody. Nothing’s happened to me. I’ve had some week. Cheated out of money from Best Buy and some mom and pop store I went to trying to get my computer fixed. And I wasn’t allowed on the internet. My Trend Micro and Norton anti-virus, what junk, allowed the perp hackers to get into my computer and keep me off the internet. From now, I’m not wasting my time going to anyone to get my computer fixed. I saw what they do.

I went into a mom and pop store and I watched them as they fixed my computer. Fix it? That’s a farce. What they did is put more bugs in my computer. The place I went to had a glass window between the front of the store and the back where the computers get fixed. While the technician (that’s not even a title I should use), it’s more like they’re crooks. While he was fixing my computer, he got a call, I’m sure from government hackers, and he was given a number. As the man on the phone told him the number, he typed the mess into my computer. So you see, we non-technician have no chance in hell of finding an honest techinician. So give up that thought. If you want your computer fixed you’re going to have to fix it yourself, because all they do is nothing!

I managed to get on today, so I don’t long I’ll be able to stay on. I just want to let you know, I’ll keep trying to fix my computer. I miss writing, and it keeps me in touch with other human beings, there aren’t too many of us left.

Anyway, my week has been really horrible. I won’t even go into details. I just got on to let you know that hopefully I’ll abe able to fix my computer and keep my blog going.

Stay safe.

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Gang Stalking – Need a long, long vacation.

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Another day in Perplandia.

Well, the perps destroyed more of my things.  Not mine, exactly.  The things broken belong to the complex.  After returning home, I opened my cabinet draw, and when I tried to close it, it wouldn’t close.  The drawer won’t stay up.  It goes down. The part of the drawer that  keeps it up someone broke.  And my refrigerator has not been working properly in the last two days, so I checked it out to see if anything is wrong with it.  I was removing the food from the freezer and noticed the part of the freezer that holds the fan was loose, so all the air was getting out.  They unattached the part that keeps the fan running and keeps the food frozen.  None of the food is frozen.  I threw the food out because I don’t want to get sick.

The savages have absolutely nothing better to do.  All the savages know is to destroy, destroy, destroy. They are act like two-year-olds.  They can do whatever they want to me, or to the place I live, but don’t  I dare complain to anyone, or say anything to them about what they’re doing to me. They will immediately turn around and begin to complain to the other savages.  They’ll have fits, act hurt (oh, my heart breaks), and immediately go to the office and complain about what I’m doing to them.  Of course, they’re angels.  I’m the bad one.  They have to be protected from violent me.

And now that their savage children are out of school, it’s even worse.  I live on the second floor, and their little darlings are riding their bikes here on the second floor.  The other day, I almost got hit by one of the bike riders.  I have to be careful every time I step out of my apartment. It’s either some kid throwing rocks, or riding around on his bike.

I really, truly cannot stand these people. I moved to this place in August of 2012.  I haven’t even been here a year yet, but the people who live in my complex are the lowest of the low.  I don’t think people get any lower than the people who live here.  If I move, things will not improve.  It’ll be the same thing all over again.  I just don’t know what to do anymore.  There are few options left to me.  Stay here and put up with low lifes, or move.  And that’s not much of a choice.

I wish I had an answer. What to do?  What to do?

Oh, what a hell of a life we targets live.  I need a long, long vacation away from people, and to sleep for a month.

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Gang Stalking – I dream…

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I dream of a better place to live.

I dream of sitting in a place and not have someone annoy me.

I dream of not having someone call me names.

I dream of sitting at a table with some friends and really enjoying myself.

I dream of  not having someone hit me with electricity every minute of the day.

I dream of being left alone.

I dream of taking a vacation.

I dream of being  called beautiful.

I dream of taking a walk and not worrying about what’s behind me.

I dream of  wearing stylish, beautiful clothes.

I dream of having someone else in my life.

I dream of not having someone threaten to beat me up.

I dream that maybe there are still nice people out there and I just have to find them.

I dream that someone out there likes me.

I dream that the hell I’m going through will soon end.

I dream that all the perps will get the punishment they deserve.

I dream that the pesticide the perps spray into my apartment goes right back to them.

I dream that all the people who’ve abused me for years will finally get their time in jail.

I dream…that’s all I can do.

What do you dream about?

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Gang Stalking – Uglier than hell.

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I just want to say “hi”.  I’m not going to type my blog today.  The bastard in apartment 211 keeps erasing everything I type. He sits like a rat ( he looks like one,too) in his apartment and hacks my computer.  He’s swarthy-looking and has a pencil-thin mustache. I get the feeling that he thinks he’s  all that and a bag of chips.  He should really take a good look at himself sometime. He’s ugly as hell.  Bastard!

That’s it. Have a good day all.

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Gang Stalking – Thrown out of store.

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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 – “Do you know who I Am??!!!,” she asked.

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I’ve thought and thought, who could have done this to me?  Who could have reported me as a dangerous person?  Who?  Could it have been my sister?  My property manager?  The zealot that lived next to me?

It could be anyone I ran into in my life and did not have good interaction with.

But who?

I think I’m getting closer to figuring out who it was, or I’ve figured out who it is.

When I first moved to Las Vegas, I got a room in a quad.  How do explain what a quad is to those you who never heard of a quad?

The easiest way I can explain it is this way.

I had  a room, and there were three others who shared a room.  We all had our own corner rooms, and shared the kitchen and refrigerator.  Two of us used the same bathroom.

The woman who lived next to me was always complaining about me. I don’t know what about. I never did anything to her. I left every day to go to work and barely saw her.  I remember, though, that she always complained about me taking a shower. Why? I have no idea.  I took a shower every day, maybe that annoyed her.  As soon as I got out of the shower, she’d go into the shower and turn it on. She never took a shower, just turned it on.  To annoy me, I guess.

After a while,  I got sick of her complaining and told her off.  I remember vividly one day, she said to me, “Do you know who I am??!!”  I replied, “I don’t know who you are and I don’t care.”  Well, she was really pissed off.  After that she began playing her radio loudly. At nighttime, she’d turn her t.v. on and it was also very loud.

And I remember from that day on, there was loud radios playing wherever I went. And it didn’t matter where I went, loud radios playing everywhere.

And every apartment I moved to,  someone always played their radio loudly.

This happened in 2004.  And I think that’s really where my gang stalking began. With the alcoholic woman who lived next to me.

So, I think it’s really been eight years that I’ve been a victim of gang stalking, not four, as I thought.

The targeting starts slowly, so they can work their way up to full harassment, and a person won’t be able to remember where the targeting began.

I think the woman I met in the quad is the one who reported me as a dangerous person.  She’s the one who’s caused my life to become a living hell, like her life.

She went after me because I didn’t acknowledge her importance to the world, and she was going to make sure I got punished for it.

I’m almost 99% certain that this woman began my horrible journey into hell.

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