Gang Stalking- Perverts not getting “action” at home feel need to let me know.

I’m calling the last 8-9 days “Penis Week”. Why, you wonder? Well, it’s been  8-9 days that I’ve had men showing me their penis or playing with their penis. So it’s been 8-9 days of men showing me their penis. It began with a homeless man letting me see him pee. And then when I was in the library, one of the hackers sitting in front of me, began playing with himself. And then Saturday, I was on the bus and a man tried to hit me electronically with his phone.  He looked at his phone as if to figure out why he couldn’t hit me. Then he got angry.  He retaliated by playing with his “privates” . Of  course, that made him feel better.  He felt like a real man. I said to him ( I did try to keep my mouth shut), “Oh, you can’t hit me so you have to touch yourself to show me you’re a man”‘ That really, really made him angry.  He clenched his fist and looked at me. He looked as if he wanted to hit me in the face. He called me a few names I won’t repeat here. He looked as if he has anger issues. I left the back of the bus and went up front near the bus driver. Of course, I’m no safer near the bus driver, but at least I get can  off the bus quickly.  And then walking home, a man came toward me. As he came closer and closer, he put his hand to his penis and came toward me playing with himself.  And then I got to the complex where I live, near the park, and a man passed by me holding his penis.

I must tell you, I’m sick of all the perverts.  How low can any man get? I don’t think they can get any lower.  I’m sure this is going to keep happening. It’s been happening to me now for about 2 years. It began in Wal-Mart with 3 men and I wrote about the incident. And now it’s become a thing all the perverts do when they have nothing better to get me with. When they can’t hit me electronically with their phones, or do something that I don’t let annoy me, they turn to touching themselves.  I guess they’re not getting any action at home and feel the need to let me know they’re not.

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Gang Stalking – I might be in a video on YouTube?

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I pass by a business whose name is Cowboy Boots.  The business sells every kind of boot.  But I’ve noticed every time I pass by it, there’s always something off.  A lot of trash, etc.  I passed by the business yesterday and noticed that it had a bullet hole in one window, another window had wood covering the hole made in it, and there were hundreds of finger prints on the front part of the store.   So I got my courage up and went into the store.  I asked the man at the counter if he was a victim of harassment. He replied, “No, not me. The building’s harassed (I guess he meant the owner of the property).”  So I replied, “I can tell someone’s being harassed by the condition of the building.”  He replied,  “I know the neighborhood’s changed.”  And I said,  “It has nothing to do with the neighborhood changing.  This is happening  to a lot of people. And I’m an also a victim of harassment.  It’s happening to a lot of us.” He replied, “Well, I don’t know anything about that.”  I said, “I write a blog about what’s happening to me and other targets.”  He gave me a look that said he knew what was happening, and I bet he  knew exactly what’s happening to the property owner.  So, someone can be a business owner and have money and it doesn’t make any difference.  If these creeps want to do someone in, money doesn’t matter. It’s get even time.

Before I moved out of my earlier apartment, I was cleaning it.  While cleaning, I heard my voice.  I put my ear to the wall, and sure enough, I could hear my voice. I was singing some song, and could hear myself sneeze.  The perps were watching a video of me dancing around,  I happened to sneezed.  They all began to laugh when they heard my sneeze and made fun of me sneezing. Ha, ha, it’s so funny.  I wanted to run next door and tell them the hell off.  But I did not. I controlled myself. I’m sure they would have been very happy to call the police on me and, and really, there was nothing I could prove.

I went out and stood waiting for the bus. While waiting for the bus, a group of  UNLV (Universitiy of Nevada Las Vegas)  students passed me.  The girls were making the whoop sound I heard in the video and laughing.  I again controlled myself and said nothing.  About five minutes later, another group of UNLV students passed by me.  The two girls in the front were also making the whoop sound and laughing.  The two guys behind the women made some comments.  The first student said,  “I bet she doesn’t know her video’s on YouTube?”  The second student remarked, “I bet she already knows.”  Again, I said nothing.

There might be a video of me out there  making the rounds.  Well, this is the way I see it.  I’m not ashamed of anything that’s shown in this video. I’m in my apartment, which is supposed to be a private place, not bothering anyone. If anyone should be ashamed of the video it is those lowlifes who put a camera in my apartment and watched me and posted the video. I really would like to find the video. Not because I want to see it, but this is evidence of the creeps putting a camera in my apartment.  I would love to put every one of the disgusting sub-humans in jail.  This would be payback.  These people feel they’re Gods and can get away with what they’re doing to me. It would make me very happy to sue everyone of the bastards.  And maybe, just maybe, what’s happening to us would be written about by the useless media people.

So, if you think these creeps don’t have a camera in your house/apartment, think again. They probably do. And maybe a video of you in your home will show up on YouTube, too.

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Gang Stalking – Letting someone into Facebook, is like letting someone into your home.

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Today when I turned on my computer, my anti-virus reported that it’d stopped 35 viruses from getting into my computer.  I know that the perps have copies of everything in my computer, but I still like to know how they get in it.  As I stated before, I turn off computer every night, take out my modem, my battery, but still, every time I get into my computer, I find changes that were not there the night before.  I really have to take a computer course, but they’re so expensive.  Well, at least it went on today.  I didn’t have to spend a few hours trying to get on. Hallelujah!!

If you have a Facebook page and you’re a target, I’ve noticed a few things. It’s taken me a while to notice these things. I’m usually just trying to keep my computer on, and have little time to interact with other Facebook users, or anyone else.

Be careful who you let on to your Facebook page.  On my page, I think most of the people who befriend me are perps.

(I must be on to something, they just deleted everything I typed. So I have to make sure I get this published.)

I’ve noticed that the government perps will try to have you connect with someone who’s of the same race, origin, country, has same hobbies, hispanic, black, etc.  They want you to trust this person and spill out all your secrets. You know, the best friend kind of thing.  Sometimes I let  them join, even though I know they’ll get in and do damage to my computer. I let them join because that’s the only way I’m going to learn who’s a perp.  I recently let a woman in and immediately I got very bad feelings about her.  It was the way she smiled, posed, and the general feeling I got from her photo. I let her stay on. That’s the only way to learn about these people.  One of the first giveaways is how they agree you, “Hi, dear friend.”  I don’t even know this person and we’re friends already.  If you get someone whose statement is something about friends, un-join her.  I can tell you, she/he is usually up to no good.  There are other signs, but I don’t want to give up my secrets. I wish I could, but they would change their ways. I know now they’re thinking, we can’t call them friends right away. A dead giveaway.  Just let your instincts guide you.  Your instincts will always help you.  If you get an “icky” feeling about someone, go with that feeling. It will help you keep perps out of your computer.

I also get “icky” feelings when I’m on WordPress, but as I stated, I let them in, sometimes to my detriment.

When you let someone into your Facebook page, it’s like letting them into your house/apartment.  Would you let someone into your house who gave you a creepy feeling? No.  And that’s the same way you should consider Facebook — letting someone into your house. Be careful what information you put on your Facebook page, or anywhere else. I give out information about myself, but up to a certain point.  I don’t give out my phone number, my birthday (if I do, I lie about it, sorry), but someone can steal your I.D. very easily. Be careful.

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Gang Stalking – Ain’t life just peachy?

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The perps are back to messing around with my pipes.  I washed my dishes, dried them, and put them away.  As I walked away from the kitchen, I felt water at my feet.  I looked down and there was water everywhere.  Puddles of water leading from the kitchen to the dining area.

I took a look under my sink.  Well, well.  Again, the pipe is a mess.  The perps  disconnected the drain from the pipe.  So the water was not going through the pipe, but it was falling on the sink cabinet bottom.  The cabinet bottom was all wet, everything  underneath destroyed.  My laundry detergent box got wet and the detergent fell out and was on everything.

Most of  the day, I’ve spent mopping the floor.  I keep forgetting that the sink is nothing but a big hole and keep putting the water on.

I went to the office to tell them that the sink is a big hole and the lady in the office told me that she would send someone over to fix the pipe.

It is now 7:49 p.m., everyone’s gone home, but no maintenance man ever showed up.  I knew he wouldn’t.  Anyone else would have gotten his sink fixed right away, but not me.

Tomorrow the office’s closed for the weekend.  I’ll probably have to spend my weekend without a sink.  I’ve washed my dishes in the bathroom sink.

Isn’t life just peachy for us targets?  Always something…

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Gang Stalking – Harassed by illegal aliens.

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Yesterday,  I didn’t come home early. I don’t like to be away from my apartment for too long, because the perps will make themselves at home. They don’t have to worry about being caught.  Someone will always warn them I’m on my way.

I came home last night and immediately headed for the bathroom.  I was about to sit on the seat and noticed that someone had been in my bathroom and left me a gift.  They’d used my toilet and left their feces and lots of toilet paper in the toilet. The bathroom had a terrible smell, so it was there for a long time.

On top of that, some of my food was missing.

I also found some vapor rub and toilet cleanser,  which I’d thrown out when I moved from my old apartment.

Living in this new apartment is not working out for me.  I live in apartment 208, and three doors from me, there lives a family that has so many people coming in and out that I can’t keep track of who really lives there.  And I don’t really care how many people live there, but they all sit in front of their apartment and make lots of noise, play their radio loudly, and have their children run back and forth to my apartment.  There’s one woman whose loud laughter would give anyone a headache.  And this goes on all day.

And there’s a woman who lives in apartment 110 who is always outside when I go out.  There isn’t a time that I can go out that she’s not waiting for me.  She always aims her phone at me and acts like she’s an angel.  Today I went out to empty the garbage, and she was outside as always, and she had four women with her.  As I passed them, I gave them the finger. Of course, they acted, oh, so shock, because they’re all so innocent and I’m the evil one. One of them followed me and wanted to know why I’d given them the finger.  I kept walking and did not respond.  As I walked toward the dumpster, there were four or five men hanging around, and the woman began telling them about what I did. They all began making remarks.  I ignored them all as I walked back to my apartment.  The women were still out when I passed them on my way to my apartment. As I was walking up the stairs, I said to all of them, “Maybe I’ll call the police and tell them you’re all illegal aliens.” I did not stay around to see their expressions.

We’re American citizens and we get picked on by a bunch of people who don’t even belong here, but, yet, they feel safe to harass me because they know nothing will happen to them.  Not only are these people breaking the law by being here illegally, but they’re committing a crime by harassing me.  It seems illegal aliens have more rights than an American citizen does.  I have nothing against illegal aliens, but I do, when illegals like these can do whatever they want to a citizen.

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Gang Stalking – T.I.s(Targeted Individuals) don’t let anyone treat you like dirt.

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“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” – Maya Angelou

What’s it like every time you go to the store?  Are you treated rudely?  Are you ignored?  If you order something from the deli, does it always look like crap?  Have they purposely overcharged you, and then you had to return to the store to get your money back? Every time I go to any grocery store that’s the type of treatment I’ve gotten.  I do not want to lose my temper, so I say nothing.

But one day, I had some time, while waiting for the bus, to read my receipt.  I usually don’t pay any attention to what it says on the receipt, except to make sure that the right change has been given to me.  And on the receipt it usually says something about customer feedback.  Well, I decided I had enough b.s. from the sales people.  So I got on my computer and gave the company my feedback.  I answered all the questions asked.

Today, I went back to the same store and its deli section. Well, to my amazement, the store clerks could not do enough to help me.  I got taken care of right away.  When my food was given to me, it didn’t look like crap. And I wasn’t overcharged for anything.  What a change in behavior!  So getting on the computer worked its magic.  Some one at the top must have let the store know it wasn’t happy with how their employees were behaving.

If you’re being treated like crap,  get on the computer and answer the company’s feedback form.  Written words still have their magic.  I’ve called  the company several times and talked to customer service, and I’ve never gotten any satisfaction. But my written words of complaint had power.  The written word is still very potent.

Don’t let anyone treat you like dirt because you’re a T.I.  You deserve to be treated with respect as everyone is.  Don’t let the gang stalkers get away with anything.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Explain your strategy for life.

Explain your strategy for life.  Why are you here? What do you hope to achieve?  What matters most to you at work, at play, or at home?  How did you come to develop your approach to living?  Which parents, friends, aliens or spirits influenced your choices about how to live?

My strategy for life at this point is to stay sane.  I really don’t have any freedom in my life.  My life is totally controlled by what the perps do to me.  Every day I get up and hope for the best.  I plan things, but usually I have to change my plans because of what is done to me.  I can think only in minutes.  I can’t think long-term about my life.  If I think long-term I know something will happen that will remind me no long-term thinking for me.  Live moment-to-moment.

I’ve developed this strategy of living moment-to-moment because it’s the only way it works for me.  I can’t think of living for tomorrow, or the next hour, or next year.  It’s the here and now that I have to work with.  I have no choice in the matter.  I am a prisoner.  It’s the only way I know how to survive.  I can’t waste my energy trying to convince myself my life is ordinary, because it’s not.  I only wish it were.

Countdown:  79 blogs to write.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay2011 – To all the idiotic gang stalkers.

Today,  I came home to discover  someone threw  soda on my front door,  and the walkway in front of my apartment.   Of course, I got  angry!  I’m getting sick and tired  of the constant  harassment.  I opened my door,  and inside there were footprints on the carpet  and twigs all over the  floor.

Every  day I have to come home to nonsense done by some idiot.  If it’s not one idiot, it’s another idiot.  Never, ever, do they leave me alone.  They don’t leave me alone when I’m home. When I’m home, I’m always getting  sprayed with pesticide.  I step out of my apartment, there’s an idiot waiting outside to do something to me.  I go on the bus, more idiots hitting me with weapons.  I go to the store, more idiots.  It just seems to me, the world is full of idiots.  I sometimes wonder if some of these idiots have any sort of life.  They spend their life trying to hurt me or someone else.  Their maturity level is that  of a two-year-old  (I apologize to two-year-olds for the insult).  What I would like to do to these idiots, I can’t say in this blog.  I’d probably get into trouble just stating what I’d like to do to them.  I would like to say to all the idiots who hound me day and night, may each and every one of you go straight to hell where you belong.  I’m sick of all your silly nonsense.  May someone do the same thing to all of you one day.  You  deserve whatever misery befalls you.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011- Write a short story that ends with the following sentence…

Having learned his lesson, it was the last time Dr. Jiggybones would let the crossbeams get out of skew on the treadle.

It can be a short story or just a paragraph or two.

Well, here’s my story, and I stand by it.

Dr. Jiggybones had many problems with his treadle.  His foot would get stuck in it.  He was always replacing the treadle.  He decided maybe he would pay for a more expensive treadle, but he had very little money. So one day, he decided to go dumpster diving.  Maybe he would find a  better  treadle.  So he spent a lot of time jumping in and out of dumpsters.  He found many things.  Thing which were in really good condition.  He couldn’t believe people would throw away items in such good condition.  He began to take a lot of the things he found home.  His home began to look like a dump.  Finally, one day, he got lucky.  He found a treadle in great condition.  He put it in his machine.  It worked great!  He didn’t have to save to buy a new one.  But having learned his lesson, it was the last time Dr. Jiggybones would let the crossbeams get out of skew on the treadle.  The end.

Now I challenge you to write your own story to the beginning sentence. 

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