Gang Stalking – Feel no sympathy for gang stalkers.

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Last night I actually slept six hours.  Very rarely do I get so lucky and get six hours of sleep.  Usually the perps wake me up every two hours by hitting me with electricity.  But it was too good to last.  They’ve tried to make up for the sleep I got last night by hitting me all day.  No matter where I sit, the low lifes hit me.  They hit me on my head, back and the idiot downstairs gets my feet. There’s a man who moved horizontally across from me and he hits me all the time.

But believe me, they get it right back.  I don’t sit in my chair and do nothing. I have a few things I  hit them back with.  So even though I’m being hit,  they also get their share of torture.  But it’s one against many, so I get a more hits than they get individually.  But there have been many examples in history of one overcoming the many.

I believe in doing to others as they do unto me.  I believe in returning to someone what they do to me.  And that’s the real me. Don’t f–k with me and I won’t f–k with you.  I wasn’t always this way.  At one time, I just ignored a lot of things done to me, but there’s a point where someone has to fight back.  And I reached that point a long time ago.  I’m over being nice to creatures who mistreat me.  I’m over telling  myself to be nice to people who want to harm me and cause damage to my body.

It doesn’t matter how nice or polite I am to the perps, they come after me.  They’re like a bunch of unthinking human beings.   They go around saying to themselves “get her, get her, our master wants us to get her.”  They’re like slaves. I really try to understand these horrible people, because there must be a problem with all their brains.  The sheep must obey  the training given to them by their masters.  Maybe they’ve all been implanted with zombie chips. That’s why they can’t think for themselves.  The master does all the thinking for them and they just follow.  And it doesn’t matter what their master tells them to do, because they’ll do whatever’s demanded of them.

If they’re told to steal, they steal.  If they’re told to rip targets’ clothes, they do.  If they told to poison someone’s food, they do. If they’re told to kill someone’s pet, they do it. If they’re told to fix target’s car so target has accident, they do.  If they’re told to steal target phone, computer, etc., they do.  There is nothing these perps won’t do in the name of their master. Even kill someone if they’re told to.

My life is bad, but I think their life is worse.  It seems they have no control whatsoever over their life.  They must obey, or they become a target. And becoming a target is their “just deserts.”   They deserve a long life of targeting without let-up.  I have no sympathy for any of them.  They created their own fate.

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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.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – The walking devils.

It’s been a bad two weeks for us targets. Last week, there was a man who said “good-bye” to us and told us he would take his chances with 12 jurors.

And then there was the shooting in Carson City, Nevada. A man, who I’m sure was a target, lost his cool and shot 3 people, and then himself to death.  He also wounded a few people.

I heard yesterday that one of the woman who was in contact with our Facebook group shot herself.  Of course, there was no news about her suicide. I’m sure government people worked very hard to keep it hush, hush.   She wasn’t able to  pay her rent and got  thrown out  of the place where she lived;  she became homeless. She was also penniless and very sick. She was at a shooting range, took the gun and shot herself.   I guess she planned it.

So three people who were targets couldn’t take the abuse anymore and reacted. It is exactly what the freaks work for. To bring us down, so down, that there’s no way to turn, but to kill ourselves, or take it out on someone else.

They succeeded with three of them. I guess they must be celebrating their victory. Maybe going out to a good dinner and having some good wine.  And, perhaps, slapping each other on the back.

The people who do this are beyond evil.  They’re walking devils.  Some day these  people, all of them, will get their punishment.  I pray and hope that I’m there on that day to see them get their just deserts (it’s spelled correctly) .  Nothing, nothing,  would make me happier.  Nothing.

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