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Gang Stalking – It’s all about gun control.

Gun Control Hartford CT

Gun Control Hartford CT (Photo credit: john bunce)

Hi, everybody. I guess I’ve been M.I.A.  I think you can understand why. Coming to the library to type my blog is nothing but a horrific experience.  It’s pure hell.  I’m surprised I’ve managed to keep my mouth shut. It is very hard to do so, but I’ve managed so far to do it. I don’t know I can keep my mouth shut.

Anyway, I’ve had no luck finding an apartment. I’ve never realized how many bad neighborhoods in Las Vegas. There seems to be very little in way of middle-of-the road apartments. Either overly expensive, or real dumps.  I went to look at an apartment yesterday and seedy is not the world I would to describe the area.  It is below seedy.  But saying that, I felt safer in the apartment I looked at than I’ve felt anywhere else.  The apartment complex‘s  gated, has cameras everywhere and when I entered the complex, very few people showed up to do their perp duties.  There was one woman with a dog who immediately headed for me when I entered. She said “hello”. I didn’t bother responding because I could tell she’s a perp.  But, otherwise, no one came out and just stood around like an idiot.  It’s a studio apartment, top floor. and has wooden floors.  And the rent is to die for. Very low and it includes electricity. But the idea of coming out at night in the neighborhood  if I needed something from the store is a scary thought.  But, oddly, I felt very safe in the complex. I felt safer in the complex than I did in other places that were well-to-do. In most of those places, I couldn’t wait to get the hell out.!

Today, I went to look at another place, after a very long walk, and it lasted about two minutes before I walked out.  Perps everywhere I looked. And the thing that really made me walk out of the place without saying a word is the manager. I walked into the complex office and she had on a very low-cut sweater and made a point of puffing up her chest so that I’d notice. Let me tell you, I wanted to throw up. That’s what happens to me every time I go into the current office.  I just took one look and disappeared without saying a word. I don’t want to put up with that s–t again. I don’t know if Las Vegas creates these horrible people, or if they’re born that way. Either way, why don’t they get some class and act in a professional way. They’re at work and should act so,. They’re not working in a night club, after all.

I heard something about another woman being killed, or something like that. I don’t have a t.v.., but I heard a few minutes of it on the radio. I don’t know what happened, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s another target. I have to read up on it. It’s hard without a computer.

I mentioned this woman because of the guns laws. Maybe all this has to do with gun laws. I made  connection yesterday when I heard about her.  What I think is, that the American public will demand that government put into law gun control.  Once the government and law enforcement  control all the guns, guess what, no guns, and the government can swoop in and control us even more.  And what we will have is totalitarianism.  Maybe that’s the kind of government we deserve. The American public doesn’t seem to be too concern about losing a lot of its rights.  All they want to be is safe.  Yeah, they can be safe and slaves  I guess Americans have to go through a period of  enslavement  to understand what freedom really is..They sure as hell don’t know what it is now!

I hope you’re all doing well and keeping your spirits up.  The only thing  we targets can really do is hope for the best and  that this hell ends for all of us. And soon.

Gang Stalking – Perps missing a lot of brain cells.

English: Bathroom Refacing

English: Bathroom Refacing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, as is typical when I come into the library, the place is full of perps.  All of them trying to hit me with electricity from their computers, or from their phones. The s–t just never stops. These people are so stupid that I can’t even fathom how they think. I don’t think most of them have too many brain cells.

I don’t know who lives next to me anymore.  I don’t know if it’s the Moroccans, or someone else.  I saw the Moroccans moving a lot of boxes, so I don’t know if they were sending care packages to their family, or moving somewhere else. But whomever lives next to me is ridiculous.  She/he spends all day long sitting around waiting  for me to go into the bathroom.  Every time I enter the bathroom, he/she has to turn on the water.  Boy, that must be really exciting.  Sitting around waiting for me to go to the bathroom so she/it can run the water.  Stupid, isn’t it?  No brain cells!

Anyway, I’m not going to stay on too long today, I must go apartment hunting.  I just came into the library to answer any comments made by my readers.  Readers, you keep me going. Thank you.

P.S. Since I have to come to the library to use the computer, I’ll be slower in my responses to your comments. So, please, be patient with me. Thanks.

Hi, I decided to come back to the library. Of course, everybody’s gone home. There are two computers unused.  I sat right down and began typing.

While I was gone, I went shopping for  food.  I went into a “unname” store and got a few things and water.  I finished shopping and went to the front to pay.  I was behind a man on-line and the cashier took his finger and twirled it around his ear and pointed in my direction.  All of us did this as a kid, so you know it means crazy.  So I  took my finger, twirled it around and pointed it at the cashier. I did it over and over. The cashier dared not look. The man in line began laughing at what I was doing.  The cashier put my water in a bag, which they usually don’t do. I became suspicious.  When I left the store, I took out the water to see what he’d done.  The water was squirting all over the place.  Ok, I said to myself. You want to f–k  with me, I’ll f–k with you, too.  I went back into the store. put the water on the that turnaround thing with the plastic bags, and the water squirted all  over the plastic bags, on the cashier, and everything got wet.  The cashier ran to get paper towels and tried to dry himself and the floor.  In the meantime, I’d left my food by the cashier and ran to get another water. When I came back to the front, the cashier was no longer smiling and still cleaning up the mess. He also had another helper.  Since I’d left my food by the cashier,  I loudly checked to make sure nothing been taken out. Before I left the store, I put on a big smile and told the cashier to have a good day.  He sure did not look happy.

When I left the store, I went to pay my rent.  The manager asked me, “Do you want a receipt?”  She knows I always want a receipt so she purposely always asks to annoy me. I said, “Yes, I do. I don’t trust anyone in here.”  She got a call while she was writing my receipt. While on the phone, she took her middle finger and ran it up and down the crack of her breast.  So I took my finger and did the same thing. She looked at me and was going to say  something, but stopped herself and her finger.

You want to f–k with me, I’ll do the same thing back. I know it sounds childish what I did, but, hey, we targets need to have some fun, too.

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