Tag Archive | Holiday

Gang Stalking – Happy Easter, 2013.

easter baskets

easter baskets (Photo credit: sciondriver)

the cutest thing in the entire world =D click ...

the cutest thing in the entire world =D click it!! watch it!! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Passion play by a Protestant group, Easter Par...

Passion play by a Protestant group, Easter Parade, Fifth Avenue, New York City, Easter 1995. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Peeps! (Photo credit: Carol Browne)

2011 Easter Parade New York City (4 of 91)

2011 Easter Parade New York City (4 of 91) (Photo credit: FreeVerse Photography)

New York City Easter Parade 2012

New York City Easter Parade 2012 (Photo credit: FreeVerse Photography)

Easter Eggs

Participants in New York City's Easter Parade

Participants in New York City’s Easter Parade (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Memories of past Easters…yellow peeps, rabbits, colored eggs, getting new clothes, going to church, Easter Parade in New York.

I’m just like a kid when it comes to celebrating holidays.  I love the ceremony of going shopping for Easter baskets, or making them, painting hard-boiled eggs in different colors, getting together with family and friends, eating a great meal.  I love the holidays.

I don’t celebrate holidays much now.  With no family, friends, it’s lonely.  It’s just not the same, but I still love the idea of holidays.  We have to stop and smell the roses, or however the saying goes.

So stop and smell the roses today for Easter.

I want to wish everyone the happiest of holidays.  Celebrate Easter as you’ve never celebrated before.  Love your family and friends as you’ve never loved them before. And enjoy, enjoy as you’ve never enjoyed before.

And don’t worry about stupid nonsense, because you never know what tomorrow will bring.

Happy Easter to everyone.  Live for the moment!

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Gang Stalking – I’m telling the truth…

Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Again, they came after me and messed with my computer.  Their new thing is turning off my internet access.  So I don’t know how long I’ll be on the computer.  I might be disconnected again.

The last two weeks have been really bad.  There are more people after me than before.  The flunkies were in my apartment and sprayed my carpet with Pesticide.  Now my apartment really smells.  Plus the goons upstairs, and other Apartments, spray me with pesticide.  I know it’s hard for you to believe that something like what’s happening to me is going on in the U.S.  But it is!  It’s just what the government has done to people throughout its history.  What they do to me, they used to do to Martin Luther King, Jr. The FBI followed him everywhere he went.  How do you think they found out he was messing with other women?  Martin Luther, Jr. was put on the list because he was against the Vietnam War.  And the powerful people who run the government, not the President, didn’t want the War to end. The President actually has very little power.  The élite control the government, and what they say is what’s done. Martin Luther King was probably assassinated by the same people; someone else became a scapegoat.

(What I just wrote was deleted.)

So let me try again. I now believe every conspiracy theory that’s been put out there.  I believe it because of what’s happening to me.  If something were to happen to me, the government would deny my existence.  And if it admitted my existence, it would say I was crazy.  I hope all those of you who read my blog don’t fall for their lies.  Whatever I’ve written in this blog is the truth.  What reason would I have to make up the things happening to me?  None whatsoever.  Do you think I want to spend my time writing a blog like this? No. I rather be writing about fun things, not crap that I have to put up with.  It’s not fun.  And who in the world would make up crap like the crap I’m writing about?

By the way, Monday, January 16, 2012, is Martin Luther King’s day.  Funny, that I should think of him while I was writing.

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