Gamg Stalking – Crocodile tears for perpetrators.

You think as a target you have it bad, bad, bad?  In some ways you’re better off than some of the perpetrators.  But the life of some of the perp is no bed of roses. They, too, have to do things they don’t like once they become  perps.

You see, once a perp signs on to become a harasser of a target, his life will change. The ones whose life will change  the most are what I call apartment/house perps.

This type of perp is the one who harasses you in your home. His job is to watch you 24/7 and not ever let you out of his sight.  He’s the one who is responsible for spraying you with chemicals at night, loud noise in your home, stomping his feet, and any other things he can do to make your life as miserable as possible.

This type perp has to be home any time we’re home.  He can’t leave his home unless the target leaves his home. And he has to back before target gets home.

When the perp is at home, he cannot cook. He cannot use the bathroom, nor flush if he does. He probably uses a potty to do his business. This perp has to stay awake at night so he can harass you all night, keep you from having a good sleep, spray chemicals at you, etc. The perp cannot watch t.v., listen to the radio, unless he uses the radio and t.v. to harass target with loud sounds to annoy target.

He cannot leave the apartment without permission. He has to have someone watch the target.  Usually, it’s a couple who will be perps, so that way there will always be someone around to cover the one who has to do something.

Perps do not get holidays off. Ever! There’s no such thing as a holiday for an apartment/house perp.

His life is watching the target 24/7. No time off for anything.

So while the life of target is bad, we have a certain freedom  apartment/house perps don’t.  At least we can go out when we want, cook, flush toilet, listen to radio, watch t.v. The perp does not this luxury.

And do  I feel sorry for the perpetrators? No. Not at all. They chose this life. They’re getting what they deserve.

And if these perps accomplish their goal of driving a target insane,  get them to commit a crime, or become a terrorist, or kill someone, they probably get a very good reward in return.

They get absolutely no sympathy from, maybe crocodile tears, that’s it

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Gang Stalking – I feel sad for the children of the future.

Movie night (Photo credit: Andrei Z)

“Parenting” (Photo credit: vanhookc)

Human after all (Photo credit: – tsumi -)

Summer is almost here and the thought of the perp children staying home all the time is not something I look forward to.  Here in Las Vegas, school ends at the end of  May. It’s not like back East where school ends at the end of  June.

The kids in the complex seem to have no censoring device in their body.  All they think about is creating havoc and mistreating someone they know nothing about. I’ve never done anything to these children and they all act as if  I’m a crazy person.

The things the perp parents put the children through is abuse. The children should be outside running around, playing games and not thinking about abusing someone.  It really makes me sick to see the children being indoctrinated by their parents.  I hear the parents telling their children to go out and make noise, throw rocks and be a nuisance.  What kind of children are we going to have in the future?  Not very nice ones.  They make them wear clothing, colors that I wear,  act in a way children shouldn’t be acting.  This is all abuse.  Children shouldn’t be doing things that they’re forced to do by their perp parents. They’re making these children unempathic toward other human beings.  These children will grow up to be very unhappy children.  They’ll know nothing about being decent human beings.

And if you think the world today is a horrible place, just imagine what it’s going to be like when these children grow up?  I can bet that the world will be a lot worse  off. It’ll be like the movies we watch where the world has gone insane and everybody is fighting for a piece of the pie, and no one cares about anyone else.  There’ll be a few people at the top who have all the power and the rest of  the populace will vie for whatever is left over.  I can see it coming.  I hope I’m not around. I hope I’m long gone.

The government should be ashamed of itself for encouraging the parents of these children to lead them toward a dark future, because that’s all I see for the children.

I wish the parents would wake up and see what they’re doing to their children.  Don’t they want the best for their children?  How can they lead their kids toward negativity and meanness toward another human being?  Why don’t they teach their children to have empathy for others, to care about someone else, to have a heart?   Why don’t these parents stop being sheep?  Why don’t they think of the harm they’re causing their children?  Why don’t they become real parents?

I feel for the children of the future.  It’s not their fault if  they become criminals. They’ve been taught very well by criminals.

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Gang Stalking – I’m living in an insane asylum.

English: A Big Mac combo meal with French fries and Coca-Cola served at a McDonald’s in Louisvile, Kentucky. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

McDonald’s Restaurant with prominent kids’ playland, Panorama City, CA (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, I finally have cold and hot running water. I wonder how long it’s going to be before they mess with it again.

I went into the office, finally got the manager, and complained about my water not running. She told me that a pipe broke. I said to her why is that I’m the only one who has no water? Usually when the water goes off, all the tenants in the complex will go into the office and complain. Not a beep out of anybody.& No one seemed at all concerned about not having water. When I’ve lived in other complexes, all the tenants come out and complain about not having water. But as I wrote, not one beep out of one tenant.

The supposedly broken pipe is right behind my apartment. I know they were doing something to do it, but I don’t know what.

And another thing, there was a new group of people in the office again. It’s been less than a month and we’ve had another change in the staff. I asked the new manager what happened to the old staff. She told me there was an exchange of managers from one complex to another. I’ve never been in a complex like this. Changing managers so often seems strange, maybe the complex is getting new owners again.

I sure made a mistake moving into this place. The perps here are even worse than the perps where I used to live. This place is full of people with kids. The other place only had adults. The kids are vicious little devils. It’s like living in an insane asylum. Loud, loud music all the time. They constantly beep their horns. Their horns don’t sound like car horns, it’s more like the sound coming from a clown horn. They slam their doors ad nausea. Throw garbage in front of my door. Yesterday, some kids threw rocks at my door. Fun, fun all the time living here. Oh, and the maintenance man is always making holes in front of my door and painting the holes with latex paint.

Oh, I have to tell you what happened at one of the McDonald’s I go to. I went into McDonald’s, ordered my food and sat down. This McDonald’s has t.v. monitors. One of the employees went over to the monitor and turned it on. Nothing showed on the screen. The screen was fuzzy. I’m sitting, eating my burger, and I began to get zapped. I looked around, no one around me. I realized the zapping was coming from the monitor. I took out my little thingamajig and began hitting the screen. This lasted for about 15 minutes. The employee comes running over and turns off the monitor. I smiled. I knew I got them. As I was walking out of McDonald’s, I hear the manager say, “I’m sorry for what you guys had to suffer today. You were very brave to take the hits. Brave? Did they expect me to sit there and take their garbage? They started it and I ended. And they’re brave! They’ve probably been doing this to a lot of targets and getting away with it. They didn’t expect to come a target come in and hit them back. I’m telling you this because I know this might happen to you. So beware of monitors in McDonald’s, or anywhere else.

P.S. I turned on my hot water at 7 p.m. and no hot water.  Again, there’s no hot water.  It’s late so I can’t go to the office and complain about it.  And I think the office is closed the weekend, so a whole weekend without hot water. The cold water is again coming out in dribs and drabs.

And the whole complex is dark. There are no lights on anywhere. The place has been very quiet all day and I haven’t seen anyone today.  It’s really spooky.  The whole place is usually really noisy.  And the creepy guy next door guy comes out every time I go out. He just stands there and acts weird.  I’m going to bed with a knife.  If anything happens to me, I just want you to know.  If I don’t write a blog tomorrow, please let someone know. I live in Las Vegas, on Taramus and University Avenue, off Maryland Parkway, apt. 208.  The name of the Complex is 1550 Farenheit.  Thank you all for being in my life.

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Gang Stalking – The beginning…

Today, I’ve written my 200th blog. I can honestly say I never thought I would reach this number. When I first signed on to WordPress, I knew my blog was going to be about the gang stalking I was experiencing. At the beginning, I was afraid to say too much of what was going on in my life because I was sure you readers out there would surely label me insane (I’m not too sure if you’re labeling me insane now). But I jumped right in and began to blog. There have been many days when I’ve written this blog while crying.  Of course, you can’t tell that I’m crying, but believe me when I tell you, at the beginning writing about gang stalking was difficult. Now, 200 blogs later, I’ve experienced so much gang stalking that it’s like second nature to me. I rarely cry anymore, but I still have my bad days.

Of course, now, I’m writing about other things.  I’ve joined WordPress “PostaDay 2011”  blogging and this gives me an opportunity to have something else to write about other than gang stalking.  I still write about gang stalking, but writing about other topics gives me room to breathe.  To forget about gang stalking for an hour or so.  To be free to think about other things in life.  Joining WordPress “PostaDay 2011” was one of the smarter things I’ve done lately.

So, all you readers out there who regularly read my blog, I say “thank you” from the bottom of my heart.  Somehow, by reading my blog,  you’ve encouraged  me to keep going.  And now  my next step is to reach the number 500.  I now  have 300 more blogs to write this  year.  I expect life to throw hurdles in my way  to make it to the next step.  But I will do everything in my power to reach the magic number of  “500.”  Again, thank you all.

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