Gang Stalking – The scumbags wouldn’t last 1 day if they had to experience what we targets do.

It’s been a great 3 days.  For the last 3 days, they’ve been messing around my apartment. I have a walkway in front of my apartment. Every time I return home, the maintenance man is paining something around my apartment, fixing the front of the walkway by putting holes in it so that it’s easier for me to get hit with electricity. Putting holes in the walls outside my apartment, etc.  So I have to find new ways to protect myself. And when they can’t get to me, they go complaining to the monitor about how hard a time they’re having hitting me with electricity. And then the game starts all over again. Someone will come in start messing with the pipes, refrigerator, toilet, or doing some other useless thing. I’m amazed this complex hasn’t fallen down yet. They keep making holes everywhere around my apartment.

And also for the last 3 days, they’ve upped the noise level. There’s been non-stop police, EMT, cars blowing their horns, idiots  revving  up theirs car engines, cars zooming by so fast  they sound like planes passing because of how fast they’re going.  There’s also been planes passing over my apartment almost every 3 minutes. I don’t know how they can get so many planes to pass by every 3 minutes.  I’ve waited at the airport for my plane and I’ve never seen so many planes take off one after a another. I guess it’s a planned thing. One plane waits for another until they have enough planes in the air to go zooming by my apartment.

Oh, some idiot at the library is laughing hysterically. It’s supposed to get to me. But it’s not. I ignore them. I’m getting very good at ignoring the idiots at the library. If they laugh, make remarks about how I look, etc. I don’t say anything. I take a look back and see what they look like and start laughing. This really annoys the hell out of them. They can’t stand to have anyone laugh at them. As you targets probably know, they’re such delicate creatures.  They can dish it out, but they can’t take it. The scumbags wouldn’t  last 1 day if they had to experience what we experience every day.

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Gang Stalking – The childhood game of “Statues”.

Do you remember when you were small playing the game of “Statues”? When the caller said stopped, we had to stop wherever we were. We stayed in that place until the caller came over and touched us to release us. Well, this game is sorta the same way. The perps stay perfectly still in a place they’ve seen me sitting, standing, leaning against. As I take my walk, there are perps standing along the way, doing absolutely nothing. Just standing, waiting for me to pass so they can be touched and released. They stand in the spots where I’ve been seen sitting:  on a rock, a bench, leaning against a wall, by a stop light, in  front of a store, car, bus, etc.  They just stand or sit until I pass. They stand like statues. They don’t move, look, nothing.  As I pass, I have to keep myself from laughing. I continue on my way and think “What idiots!!!”.   I mean, how stupid can someone get!! With the idiots, real stupid!!!!!!!!! So, I call this game the “The Statue Game”. I feel with all the games I have to play with the perps, I’m reliving my childhood. It’s too bad it’s not really my childhood happening all over again.

They’ve started a lot of new games with me lately. When I’m on the computer, the perps plug-in  a tape recorder with voices on it and send it to my computer, to make me think I’m hearing voices. I discovered this the other day when it began. I saw a couple sitting almost on top of each other’s laps. There was no breathing room between them.  So I made believe I dropped my pencil and directed it their way.  I got up, bent down to pick up my pencil, all the time looking in their direction, and sure enough, a tape recording on top of the computer. The couple tried to hide it, but it was too late. I saw what they were up to. Even though I’m typing, I’m listening to everything and aware of what’s going on every minute. I’ve gotten good at multi-tasking.

So if you think you’re hearing voices, you are, but you aren’t. It’s not really in your ear. It could be coming from within the walls, the radio, the computer and who knows from where else? Just be aware of what’s happening around you and most times, you can figure out what’s really happening. Don’t deaden yourself to what’s going on around you. Listen and learn. Only by listening and really seeing will you learn about what’s going on.

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Gang stalking – Street Theater, and lots of it!

English: Suitcase made with cloth material. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sorry, I haven’t responded to anyone’s comments. It took me 5 days to move. I moved by suitcase. I put some things in my suitcase, took them to my new apartment and went back and forth for five days doing this. I didn’t have enough things to hire someone to move me, so I used my suitcase. I thought I had nothing to move, but once I started to move things, things added up. I can tell you, after 5 days of doing this, I’m pooped.

Anyway, if you want to know how bad it is out there for us targets, try renting a new apartment or moving. What an experience! It was worse than the last time I moved.

I experienced a lot of car, suitcase and pail theater. Everywhere I went perps surrounded me. I could go nowhere without a group of them showing up. They showed up imitating me lugging a suitcase, carrying pails, and white cars showing up at every light. They were everywhere like roaches looking for food and I was the food. The busses were full of idiots carrying suitcases. And the car theater. White cars would show up and surround me. And if it wasn’t white, it was red. And the car imitators would always show up when I got to the street corner. And those who lugged suitcases would imitate me having trouble dragging the heavy suitcase around. They would actually stop in the middle of the sidewalk and do tricks with their suitcases. They looked so stupid!

Since I’ve moved into my new apartment, someone has broken into it every day. They’ve left my door open two times. One day I came home and found all my lights on. Another day, all my cabinet doors were open. At nighttime, my apartment is an icebox. They turn blowers on from other apartments and make the place an icebox. And the binding that goes around the front door that keeps out the cold been removed. There was a big hole under my kitchen sink, which I had them repair. As I walk around the carpeted apartment, I can feel wires under the carpet. This lets them know where I am at any moment. It’s a bad job they did of hiding the wires. And, of course, the sinks have no stoppers. They never put in stoppers. It’s to encourage roaches and other vermin to enter the apartment. When I left my last apartment, the roaches had the run of the place. I kind of gave up on trying to keep them out. I just them run wild. And, of course, the air conditioner never works. Every time I turn on the heater, it gives out hot air for about a minute and then turns cold. So, nothing’s changed. It’s the same s–t all over again. Only thing is, I no longer have to look at those faces I couldn’t stand to look at. I’m making it a point not to look at any of them. I turn my face every time I see one of them coming toward me. And they’ve began imitating me doing the face turn. Good! I don’t have to look at their stupid faces!

And the people above me, stomp their feet at night and try to hit me with electricity. The first night, they stomped around like crazy. The next night, I got out my little gadget and, boy, did they stop stomping around. Their stomping around let me know where they were and I’d aim for them. I can imagine the man above me getting hit in a certain spot. Did I laugh! They think twice about stomping around now.

There a few good things about this new apartment, but I’m not going to mention them. If I did, they’d make sure that the complex got rid of them.

So, sorry for not responding to your comments sooner. It’s good to be writing my blog again. And thanks for continuing to read my blog and making comments even when I don’t respond. Love you all. Take care of yourselves.

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Gang Stalking – Another great day in Perplandia.

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For the last week or so, the perps keep ripping the pockets of my jeans.  They rip the jeans, I sew it back, go out and come home with my pockets ripped out.  I think  it’s done with a laser.  They get behind me and hit me with the laser.  And I’m not talking about those big lasers.  There are now some very small lasers that look like pens and can rip things apart without someone knowing what’s going on.  The idiots can’t think of enough stupid things to do.

And yesterday when I came out of a certain store, I saw the white car that constantly follows me around.  I went behind the car to see if it had the same license as the car I see all the time.  The woman in the car saw me looking at the car and took off.  So, today, everywhere I went the same type car with an antenna sticking out was everywhere.  At one point, I was standing by the traffic light waiting to cross, and about 20 white cars with antennas made a left turn and, of course, made sure I saw them.  I can’t believe people can be such zombies. It’s amazing to me how people can be so stupid!  It was white cars with antennas everywhere I turned. I saw at least 200 white cars today.  I wonder how many I’ll see tomorrow. What a bunch of idiots!

And when I was taking a walk, I saw two police officers manhandling a homeless man, so I stopped to watch.  The police officers immediately wanted to know “did I want something?”  I always have an answer ready, because I know how police officers in Las Vegas  are.  They don’t like anyone watching them. They’re really paranoid.  So I put my middle finger up and said, “Is it against the law to show someone the middle finger?”   He answered, “No, no, it isn’t.”  I was going to write something else, but I think I better not. It might get me in trouble. I certainly don’t need any more problems. I have enough.

I asked the police officer the question, because when I liv

Middle finger (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

ed in Arizona  it’s against the law to show someone the middle finger. It’s considered profanity in Arizona and a person can get arrested.  My sister, the one who targeted me, was put in jail for 11 days for telling a neighbor to go “F–k herself!”  If  a person complains about someone using profanity, the cops come and give the person a warning.  My sister was given a warning, but she didn’t listen and again told her neighbor to “F–k Off!”  I was at her trial.  It’s the most ridiculous law I’ve ever heard off.  Arizona is like one of those Muslim countries.  Don’t ever live there if you can help it. And then there’s Sheriff Arpaio.  He’s a real Nazi.  Can you believe someone spending 11 days in jail for using profanity?  It’s true. I saw the trial, so it happened.

Enough for today. Have a good night. Sleep well, that is, if you can.

Another great day in Perplandia.

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Gang Stalking – “The Only Thing We Have to Fear is Fear Itself.” F.D.R.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt, 1933. Lietuvių: Franklinas Delanas Ruzveltas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

English: A 4 segment Panoramic view of the Grand Central Terminal Main Concourse in New York City, New York, United States. Taken with a Canon 5D and 24-105mm f/4L IS lens. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Grand Central terminal in New York, NY (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Yesterday, I felt as if I was in Grand Central Station  in New York. (It’s really called Grand Central Terminal, but all New Yorkers call it Grand Central Station.)  As soon as I left my apartment, stepped on the sidewalk, a group of perps began following.  First, a man behind me , then another man across the street, a woman behind the man across the street.  They all walked at the same pace.  You ever see those cop shows where the cops are following someone?  There’s always two cops behind the target, one across the street and they all act as if they just happen to be walking by. There’s always a cop across the street to make sure the target doesn’t get away if he decides to cross the street.  This is the way it was for me yesterday.  Not only were there 3 perps as I walked, other perps fell into line.  They  walked as if they were casually walking along.  I can pick these people out three miles away.  Do the idiots really think I didn’t know they were following me?

 

It’s the end of the month and so many people moved out of my complex.  These people move in (I never see any furniture) with a mattress and a t.v.  And then they get bored, because I’m usually good at keeping my mouth shut, of course, sometimes, I don’t.  And if I keep my mouth shut, none of them makes any money.  They have nothing to report, so no money.  Let’s see, the people in apartments 205, 206, 211, and downstairs apartments 103, 104, 108,111.  Of course, other perps moved in already, as always, without furniture.  And who knows what the b——-s will be like.  Of course, I’m happy the old perps moved out.  After a while, they can really get on my nerves. A lot of perps don’t even live here.  They just stay in the empty rooms to watch and perp me.  Sometimes I’ll see their little kids show up and then go home after visiting their father.  The man in apartment 109 has two kids, about 3 and 4, and every time they visit him, he sends them upstairs to knock on my door, scream, and  run back and forth and stomp their feet. Now I have a new group of perps to get used to.  Will this crap ever end?

 

I guess the landlord must make a lot of money from the government.  I can’t see how an owner of a complex can make money with all the empty apartments he has.  And this goes on throughout the complex.  Each complex has 4 or 5 targets in them.  And all of them hide. I think I’m the only who goes out.  Maybe if these targets went out and made the life of perps miserable, I wouldn’t have it so bad. They pick on me because I dare not to hide. I’m not afraid of the idiots.

 

As President Franklin D. Roosevelt said, “The only thing to fear is fear itself.”

 

The photos of Grand Central Station make me homesick. I spent a lot of time in the station. I thought of going home, but the thought of finding out more of my family’s involved in my gang stalking makes me stay in Las Vegas.

 

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Gang Stalking – As I walk away, I curse them all…

English: Remy, caught in the act of stealing. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: A at a parking lot next to the West Village Apartments in . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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I just sat down to write my blog and outside my apartment there are about five, six kids jumping up and down, screaming their lungs off and just acting like a bunch of  riffraff.  Ah, isn’t a target’s life just wonderful.

I was at a store I won’t name. Those of you who read my blog know the name of the store and how much I hate the place. And I’m sure you who don’t know the name of the store are probably saying to yourself:  So why do you go there?  I go there because it’s convenient. I don’t have a car and I have to lug all the things I buy home.  This is the closest place to my apartment.

Well, anyway, as I was writing.

As soon as I stepped on the property of the store, the security guard passes by in his little toy car.  Every single time I go to the store, he’s the first thing I see.  As always, he gets on his radio and warns everyone in the store I’m on the way in.  The loud music begins to play as soon as I enter.  Everyone suddenly has to be where I am.  I go to the deli, no one around.  Not one soul, but suddenly, before I even give my order to the deli person, there are about ten, twelve people surrounding me.  While I’m waiting for my order, I feel someone watching me. I turn to my left, and there, in the cheese section, is a security guard watching me.  He immediately leaves and heads for the manager’s office.  He looked at me as if I was stealing something.  I was going through my handbag to get my debit card out before I went to the cashier.  While going through my bag, I feel someone else’s eyes on me.  It is the store manager, he’s staring at me and has a cart full of things trying to look as if he’s doing something.  I get my deli order and walk to get a bottle of water.  I get my bottle water and turn to see the store manager watching me.  I’m beginning to feel angry that these idiots are watching me.  I’d like to say something, but I control my outburst.

I go to the cashier to pay, there’s a person ahead of me in line and she’s paying the cashier.  Behind me, a line builds  up right away. Within about a minute, there are about twenty people in line. I can feel the anger building up inside of me  that I have to put up with this garbage everywhere I go.  I let a lot of the idiots get in line ahead of me.  I have to calm myself down, or else I’ll tell every one of the idiots off.  (Just writing this is making me angry.)

I finally get my debit card out and pay.

I head toward the door to leave.  There’s the manager standing by the door.  I give him a dirty look. I dare him by my look to say something to me.  He looks at me and he  looks like he’s about to say something, but decides not to.  He takes off with his cart. I leave the store and suddenly feel the urge to go back in the store and tell the manager off.  I go back in the store, but I can’t find the manager and quickly leave.  I know if I stay around the store, I will definitely be arrested.  I quickly walk away, all the time cursing all the idiots under my breath.

Another great day in Perplandia.

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Gang Stalking – Do they think I look like the swamp thing?

English: A trompe-l’œil of a pigeon on a window sill, mural, rue Émile-Lepeu in Paris, France, by the mural painter Dominique Antony Français : Dominique Antony: Le pigeon, mur peint, rue Émile-Lepeu, Paris, France. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: This picture is of two children on a computer. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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It’s 7:56 p.m., Las Vegas time, and I’ve just began typing my blog.  The noise level outside my door is deafening.  Some children keep running back and forth stomping their feet and dragging some loud object around.  I don’t know what it is and I don’t care.

I’ve had a group of people outside my apartment watching me now for about an hour and a half.  I put my camera on my window sill to watch them.  There’s about eight of them, and they’re all standing around just looking up into my apartment.  They look like a bunch of undocumented aliens.  They’re just standing around like zombies and looking up at my window like they’re paralyzed.  I guess I’ve become a show.  Maybe I should open my blinds and tell them that if they want to get a look at me, I’ll just stand for a fee and they can get a really good look at me.  It’s absolutely ridiculous what I have to put up with every day.  Every day I wake up, I think maybe today it’ll be better.  Maybe no one will bother me today.  But that never happens.  Every day, there’s more and more people acting like a bunch of idiots.  It’s as if they’ve never seen another human.  What do they think I look like?  Do they think I have horns on top of my head?  Do they think I look like a monster? Do they think I look like the swamp thing?

Ridiculous!

What is it with the idiots?  Don’t they have anything better to do with their lives?

If any of the perps are reading this, GET A LIFE YOU NITWITS!

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Gang Stalking…it’s always something.

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I caught them again.  They were  tracking me again.  I was trying to get on my internet service and saw a camera-like thing popping in and out of my computer, so I hit it.  There they were requesting to get on my internet service and stating that it was an emergency.  Emergency?  Why is it an emergency?

I don’t understand why the idiots have to hack into my computer. My blog is open for all to see, so why do they have to hack  my computer?  All they have to do is go to my blog and there’s my blog  open to everyone. I guess acting like spies makes them feel important.

They are all such absolutely ridiculous people.   I went to the internet service and changed my password today, but, of  course, the people at the company gave it up right away to the Nazis.

It really annoys the hell out of me that we can’t go anywhere and do anything without some idiot giving the other idiots our information.

It is against the law to harass us.  We haven’t done a damn,  damn thing.  If anyone is breaking the law it’s  the damn Nazis.  But yesterday on the radio,  I heard something the man said about  the people who harass citizens. He said that  right  always wins.  That the  people  like Nixon, etc., all  got caught.  He said eventually everybody gets caught.  And this made me feel good, because I know all the games these Nazis play will put them all in prison.   “Right always wins” said the man, and he’s right.

Yesterday, I mentioned it was raining in Las Vegas.  Well, the rain helped me.  I’ve always been suspicious  of  the part of the ceiling right in front of the air conditioner.  It always made me curious, the way the  plaster was sloppily applied.  It didn’t look  right.  And last night I was proven right.  The cheap plaster  put on the ceiling came  off (and when I say cheap, I mean cheap, it feels like a very thin cracker) and there’s a slit running right across the air conditioner.  There is nothing under the plaster, just a long slit and the water is coming into my apartment from the opening.  I don’t know what’s inside the ceiling. The ceiling is too high for me to take a look.  If it rains again, the damn ceiling might cave in.

I went into the office (it’s now opened on Saturday) and told the woman about it.  As always, she didn’t  seem  too concerned. She told me it’ll be taken care of tomorrow.

Let me tell you, if  that ceiling falls in, I will definitely suit.

I’m sick of  the hackers, the people in the office, and all the sub-humans who live near  me. They all make me sick, sick, sick.

It’s always some bullshit I have to handle every day. I’m sick, sick, sick of all the shit.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – No shortage of idiots in Las Vegas.

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Well, the hackers just erased what I wrote, so I have to start again.

It doesn’t matter where I go, the gang stalkers are always within range.  They’ll come stand right in front of  me looking totally idiotic.  They want to make sure I see them.  Then they’ll put on a stupid idiotic smile that makes them look as if they have absolutely no brains.  I stand and look back at them.  They never look directly at me.  They always stand sideways and stare at me out of the corner of their eye.  Then they’ll fidget with their phone and look up to make sure I’m looking at them. They fidget with their phone to scare me. (Oh, I’m really scared!) You see, they input a code into the phone and the phone draws electricity from nearby.  Then they point the phone in my direction and the electricity hits me.  So they take out their phone to scare me with electricity.  Usually the phone does nothing to me.  I just stare at them to make them think they’re doing something to me.   I like to stare down cowards.  And cowards they are!  And always, there’s the smirky smile they put on, which really makes them look twice as stupid.  I sometimes wonder where  they get all these idiots?  There seems to be no shortage of them around.   And then, there’s that self-important look they have about them.  They look as if what they’re doing is the most important thing in the world.  The government feeds them some garbage about how important they are to keep the world safe from people like me.  And they all fall for it.  They’re all puffed up with their sense of importance:  Oh, God, I’m so important!  The government told me so.  All day long, I have to put with idiots like the ones I just described.  Some day, they will all get their “just deserts”. I really hope I’m there to see them in handcuffs, and a prison uniform.

Countdown:  37 blogs to write.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – When was the last time you changed your mind?

Bonus:  If you never change your mind you’re not learning anything new.  Agree?

To all the idiots who wrote comments this morning to my blog repeating exactly the same thing, drop dead!

I changed my mind just a second ago.  Should I respond to all the idiots who made exactly the same response to my blog, or ignore them?  I decided to respond by telling them to drop dead.  I actually cannot believe these people are all so STUPID !  They’re told what to do and like a bunch of zombies they comply.  Don’t any of them have any brains!?’  I’ll answer that.  I think not.  I think if they are told to run around naked, they all would be seen walking around naked.  By the time I stop typing this blog, I might change my mind again.  I’ll erase the drop dead part. Why give them the pleasure of knowing I’m annoyed?  But, honestly, how stupid can stupid get?

As to,  if someone never changes his mind he never learns anything, it’s probably true.  It means the person never rethinks his opinions.  He thinks one way and is stuck thinking that way.  He never questions anything that he does or will do in the future.  He thinks things are as they are and will always stay the same.  Someone like this is stuck in a time warp.  Time and world events change constantly.  People have to keep an open mind; sometimes even change their minds.

As I was about to hit publish, I  noticed that more spam was sent to me.  I had a feeling it was going to be more comments repeating the same thing.  It’s amazing how well I know these idiots.  Of course, I was right.  Five more comments repeating exactly the same thing as the first group of  spammers.   And again, three  more spams, repeating the same thing as the other spammers.  You people should get a life.  You’re like a bunch of two-year olds!  Go get a lollipop.  It will keep you busy sucking.  You seem to have nothing to do but annoy people.

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