The FBI’s at it again. – trying to mess with American rights. Listen to the story, or read it, http://www.npr.org/2014/10/29/359725475/can-authorities-cut-off-utilities-and-pose-as-repairmen-to-search-a-home
I have an answer “No”. The case is going to court. Knowing how judges are so crooked today, they’ll probably rule for the FBI. That’s how we targets all ended up on the “Blacklist”, with an approval stamp by a judge.
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Nothing depressing today. Don’t want to mess anyone’s Father’s Day. To those men who are fathers, enjoy your special day. You fathers don’t realize how very special you are to your daughters and sons, especially your daughters. We women judge other men by the way our fathers treated us. If we had a nasty father, we’re usually attracted to men who will do the same. If a father was a good father, we tend to find a really good man to marry. So you fathers are very important to how a girl sees other men. We judge men by the standards set by our fathers. So, fathers, you are very important in our lives. Don’t think you aren’t because we’re girls and you’re a man. You probably think that you’re only important to your sons, but a girl needs her father’s attention as much as sons do.
Happy Father’s Day to men everywhere. As fathers you’re very important, so don’t forget that!
And to my father who passed away years ago, miss and love you.
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Senator Ron Wyden (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I had to go back to the store today to get some things I forgot. I usually hate going to the store so much, I grab what I can, pay, and get the hell out. So I end up forgetting to get what I need.
Today, I got everything I needed, made a left turn and found myself in the last aisle. But I stopped, it was like a traffic jam. All the perps were in the last aisle, and all of them had carts and tried to prevent me from getting through. When I realized what was happening, I went Rambo. I just took my cart and ramboed my way through every cart. I didn’t care if their children were in the way. If they don’t care enough about their children to put them in harm’s way, I don’t care about them either. I was just like Rambo. It took me half a minute, or less, to get through all the carts. The perps didn’t say a word. They all stood around in shock. They probably thought they were going to stop me and make me go around. What silly fools they are! I’m an expert at stuff like this. There are a few lessons I’ve learned growing up in New York, and going around traffic is kid’s play.
Well, anyway, that’s just fluff stuff.
What I’m going to write about is the Justice Department. The Justice Department has till June 7, 2013 to answer a formal request made by Electronic Frontier Foundation(EFF) to reveal a classified document that details unconstitutional surveillance of American citizens. The Justice Department has tried to keep the document secret for over a year now. The EFF filed a Freedom of Information Act(FOIA) to get information, but the Justice Department denied the request. The EFF then went to Judge Reggie B. Walton and made a formal request to get information. Judge Walton agreed and requested the Justice Department respond in writing why the request can’t be granted. The judge told the Justice Department they have until June 7, 2013 to give him the information.
So, can you imagine, finally, we’re getting somewhere. The Justice Department has to answer why they can’t give information out on surveillance of American citizens.
This information was first revealed by Senator Ron Wyden in July, 2012. Remember those forms I requested you fill out and send to Senator Wyden of Oregon? I filled mine out and sent it to the Senator and offered to testify if he needed someone. I never heard from him, but he’s been quietly working on this.
Maybe we’re a step closer to everyone finding out what’s going on. I’m keeping track of what’s going on with this, and I can’t wait for June 7, 2013 to find out what comeback the Justice Department has. It’ll probably come back with the same old, same old excuse – that national security’s involved. Same lame excuse it used last time. Maybe the judge will overturn the Justice Department and tell them to open up their files.
So come June 7, 2013, we’ll find out what’s going to happen. But it’s a step closer. Maybe the perps should start putting their lives in order before they serve jail time, and so should their handlers.
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I had to think two, three times before I wrote this blog. Was I feeding into the frenzy of the moment? Or did I have something to say that was of any use to someone?
At first, I thought the shooter was a target who’d gone crazy. But the more I read, the more I realize it was a young guy who appears to be autistic. Gang stalking is what I write about, and thought I should write about the shooting.
But it seems the shooter was a person who was in pain. And I know a lot about pain. In the last four years that’s what I’ve felt — a lot of hurt and pain.
The shooter’s name was Adam Lanza, and he was 20 years of age.
Adam forced himself into the Sandy Hook Elementary School carrying 3 guns – a Glock, Sig Sauer (pistols), and a .223 rifle. He randomly began shooting anyone within sight.
When Adam was through shooting, he shot himself. And along with himself, he shot 20 children, his mother, and 6 other adults. A total of 27 people.
From the information I gathered, it appears Adam argued with his mother, and shot her at their home. And then continued on to the Sandy Hook Elementary School.
Adam appeared to be a very quiet person and had very few friends; had a very hard time dealing with others and looking them in the face. He grew up in a world where he didn’t fit in anywhere. He wasn’t one of the “cool” kids.
I don’t know the truth of what caused Adam to take a gun and shoot his mother, or go into an elementary school and shoot little innocent children. But I do know one thing, Adam was in deep pain, and the only way he knew how to get rid of the pain was with violence.
I’m not excusing anything Adam did, but I don’t really think he knew the cause and effect of the shooting.
It appears Adam had Asperger syndrome, and people with Asperger have problems dealing with emotions. They can’t empathize with someone else’s problems.
So my heart goes out to all those innocent children and adults who were killed, too. And my heart also goes out to Adam. He was a human being in pain, too.
None of us is perfect, and we shouldn’t judge others so harshly, because we don’t know what kind of hell they’re going through. Remember the saying: Until you’ve walked in my shoes, don’t judge me.
And for now, I’m not going to judge Adam, because I haven’t walked in his shoes.
My heart goes out to all parents at Newtown, Connecticut who have to deal with the death of their children. It must be the worse pain in the world to lose a child in such a horrible way. A child whose voice a parent will never hear again; nor hear his/her laughter; or know that the dreams the child had will never be.
I’m sure I’ll get some backlash for feeling some empathy for Adam, but I’m willing to take what someone dishes out to me. I know what it is to be in pain.
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Christmas cards with angels, scandinavian “nisser”, Father Christmas, snow men, hearts and gold. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Rust Craft, circa 1950 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The world’s first commercially produced Christmas card, designed by John Callcott Horsley for Henry Cole (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Today, I decided to send Christmas cards to members of my family who I know haven’t done anything to me. I’ve had no contact with any of my family for three years. I don’t know anything about what’s going on in their lives, but since every member of my family I had contact with stalked me, I didn’t trust anyone in my family. So I stayed away from all of them. I was afraid to find out if the ones who hadn’t stalked me were in on it. And I rather have my suspicion than to actually find out they are gang stalkers, too.
None of my family knows whether I’m dead or alive. I haven’t contacted them by phone, IM, mail, or visited them. And I don’t know anything about how their life is going. I don’t know if they’re sick, alone, need help, doing well, happy. For all I know, something bad could have happened to one of them.
I finally decided to get in touch with them and really find out what the truth is about the rest of my family. The last member of my family I had contact with was my oldest sister. I spoke with her on the phone and I told her about my gang stalking. She told me she believed me, but my other sisters said exactly the same thing and then stalked me. My sister told me to come back home to N.Y. and she would help me, but my instincts told me not to trust her. So I followed my instincts. My instincts are always right on.
My older sister has always watched out for me, and I’ve missed her in my life. I was always the pesky younger sister. But I always thought very highly of my sister and admire her. I feel I have to judge her on how she’s treated me my whole life, instead of judging her for what the rest of the family did to me.
So I’ve thrown caution to the wind and decided to give everyone who I know hasn’t stalked me, a chance to show me what they’re all about. I’ve contacted every one of my family members to find out the truth about them. I want to know the truth.
If it turns out, they’re also gang stalkers, I’ve lost nothing. If I find out, they’re on my side, then, at least, I’ll know and can have a family again.
I know the gang stalking will still continue, but I’ll have part of the family on my side. At least, I’ll have someone to talk with, someone to spend holidays with.
It’s been very lonely not having a family. It’s been very painful not to have contact with any of my family. That’s what I’ve missed most. The warmth of a family.
Maybe something good will happen after I hear from them. I can only hope. Life is all about hope. I have to take a chance on my family and hope for the best.
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It’s because of our ego. When we make a mistake, our ego takes a beating. We want people to see us as self-assured, flawless beings. But we all make mistakes, and we shouldn’t let what others think about us make us feel bad. There’s a stigma attached to making a mistake. We know that if we make a mistake, others will judge us as incompetent. And we surely can’t have that. We can’t let someone see us as incompetent. God, no! How can we face the world knowing we’re incompetent and made a mistake! It’s all bullshit! The only people who don’t make mistakes are people who never do anything. If they don’t do anything, of course, they won’t make mistakes. And these perfect people are the ones who judge us. The people who never get their hands dirty. And it’s good to make mistakes. Mistakes teach us a lesson about what we did wrong. A lot of mistakes have become inventions, which we all use today. Without mistakes many discoveries would not have been made. So make all the mistakes you can. Mistakes will teach you a lot about the world where you live. And don’t apologize for mistakes you make, unless you’ve hurt someone!
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