Gang Staking – Parents should pay for their kids’ bad behavior.

I have to retype what I just wrote. The hacker next to me took over my page so I had to delete to write on my normal page.  (Hacker, 3-20 years in prison for hacking.)

Yesterday, as I walked, a black  boy,  about 9 or 10 years, tried to run me over with his bike.  I was heading toward him and he a  made a left to hit me with the bike.  I saw him coming toward me and did not move. He was so surprised  that I did not move that he went into the fence. And then he tried to get away and almost got hit by a car. The driver was paying attention to what was going on and stopped just in time to avoid hitting him. If he hadn’t, the boy would have been killed.  I’m sure the parents of this boy encouraged him to do things like this to targets. What kind of parents encourage this kind of behavior?

This morning, as I took a walk, another black boy, about the same age, also try to hit me with his bike. He came at  me and I did not move. He, also, went into the fence. This time, I did not stay quiet. I said something to him which was not very nice. I won’t repeat what I said here. It was not a racist remark. It was what I hoped happened to him.  When he heard what I said, he looked shocked.  He did not move.  Well, I can tell the others who are planning to do the same thing to me, I ain’t moving. If you run into me purposely, your parents will have to pay my medical bills. If these parents encourage their kids to misbehave, they should pay the price for my medical bills.

I’ve been  beaten up quite a few times. All of the beatings have been by black people. I’ve never had anything against black, but I’m beginning to think, they’re all after me. I think people of black heritage are taking out on us targets what they haven’t been able to do to other people. No one will defend us if someone who is black beats us up. Other perps will encourage them to beat us.  All of them are now all one color. When it comes to targeting us, there is no color divide, just get at the targets and abuse them.

I’ve always believed that people of every color have a right to live in peace and live the best life  they can. But I guess for us targets, we shouldn’t even exist. It’s all right for anyone of any color to abuse us and no one of any color will defend us.

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Gang Stalking – No Springtime for us targets!

Okasy, Spring is around the corner. Can you believe it? Another Spring spent as a target? That makes 5 springs for me. I’m going on my 6th year in August. Six years of putting up with scumbags, zombies, sickos, drunks, homeless people, alcoholics, money hogs, etc. Spring is the time you should start getting ready for what they’re going to do to you during the summer.

If you’ve recently become a target, this is what they’re going to do to you. The areas where you live, apartment, or house, will become increasingly dirtier.  This is the time of year where they try to make your place a place for all kind of vermin – roaches, ants, spiders, etc.  They want your place to become a disgusting place to place. Once you get all the vermin  in  your  apartment/house, it’ll be hard to get rid of them during the summer.  If you are not careful, you’ll have so much vermin, you’ll have to find a different place to live, or hire an expensive exterminator.  If you live in an apartment, the  manager will not do much to send an exterminator to your apartment. And if she/he does, it’ll be some watered down stuff that will only kill you. So make sure you clean  any garbage they throw around where you live. You will see twice the garbage you used to see in winter.

And then  all the  “little darlings” will be home from school for the summer with nothing to do, but drive you crazy.    They will do a lot of screaming,  knock on your door for the hell of it, run by door yelling and spend all their time looking toward your house apartment so they can snitch on you. They will make summer a lot of fun for you!!!   All the little brats running around making your life even more miserable than in winter.  And if you thought winter was bad, you ain’t  seen nothing yet!!!

And if you’re a man, or woman, the women will come out wearing practically nothing.  They want to entice you to talk to them. Don’t fall for it! They’re lowlifes.  As a matter of fact, if a man finds a woman attractive, don’t let her know it, because they will use the woman to get you to give up information to her, so don’t go there no matter how lonely you are! And it’s the same with men, women don’t fall for the man who’s very sweet to you. It’s springtime and it’s the time for the hormones to rage.  Be very careful who you let into your life this time of year.

So I’m warning you ahead of time. I know someone who’s never experienced gang stalking in summer can be easy prey. Spring and summer should be a time for relaxation, but not if you’re a target! No springtime for any of us targets! Only more gang stalking.

Gang Stalking – Life will get even.

Stairs (Photo credit: jeremydeades)

Husbands & Wifes (Photo credit: nerosunero)

Kids on the bus (Photo credit: roarpett)

Ah, another great day in Perplandia.

I went for a very long walk today and walked with no clear direction in sight.   I’ve gone through a terrible time lately and a lot of anger is building up inside of me.  So  I thought a long walk would take care of the anger and get me back to a half-way normal state, there’s really no normal when someone is a target.  My walk was more than three hours long and it felt good to just walk.

After my walk, I decided to head home.  When I arrived home I felt so good, I ran up the stairs.

I didn’t pay attention to anything going on around me.  As I walked toward my apartment, I noticed that the people from apartment 108 were out and had a camera pointed at me.  So I went into my modeling bit.  I twirled and turned.  They wanted to take photos of me, so I bent down and told them to take  pictures of my ass.  I thought it was funny.

Well, the wife, who was standing next to her husband, didn’t think it was very funny.  As I was opening my door, she flew up the stairs to my apartment. And I mean flew. One minute she wasn’t there and the next she was.  She came  up to my face and told me never to take pictures of  her husband or sons.  I didn’t say anything.  Here she is taking pictures of me and telling me not to take pictures of any of them.  And she told me not to ever put my ass in front of her husband. She threatened to beat me up if I ever did that again.  I responded by telling her that she’d threatened me and that it’s against the law to threaten someone.  She got in my face again and told me she didn’t care.  She took her hand and it looked as if she was about to punch me.  I told her that if she put one finger on me, I’d call the police and have her arrested.  Her husband ran up the stairs, grapped her, and forced her to go downstairs.  As she went down the stairs, she called me nasty names and told me I should start taking medication.  I responded in kind.  I told her she should be taking pills since she obviously needs them to calm her down.  When I said this, she ran up the stairs again and was about to hit me when he husband stopped her.

When she got downstairs, she again began calling me names.  Her husband never says anything, but he’s an instigator.  He quietly tells her things about me to rile her up. He likes seeing her acting crazy and defending him.  I guess it turns him on having a woman fight for her man.  What a creep!  And she doesn’t realize what the man is doing to her.

I’d had enough and told them to go talk to themselves because  I was wasting my time talking to them.

I went into my apartment and they began playing loud music.

The people downstairs never leave me alone. When it’s not the adults, it’s the two kids throwing rocks at my apartment door. But I’m not going to worry about what they do to me, because one day I have a feeling those little children are going to turn into real terrors.  And they have to deal with them. Life has a way of getting even, and it will with the people downstairs.

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Gang Stalking – “Is there any drug abuse?,” asked the 911 operator.

English: A Chicago police officer on a segway. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Logo of the United States National Institute on Drug Abuse, part of the National Institutes of Health. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m finally able to get on my computer.  Again, I don’t know how long the computer will last before the hackers get at it.

I went out to the railing in front of my door to get some fresh air.  As soon as I stepped out, here come the kids and the people from downstairs.  I cannot step out in front of my door without a bunch of people appearing.   They want to make sure I go right back in.  So, I decided I’d go in and get my camera.  I came back out, and as soon as they saw my camera, the adults went running.  The kids stayed out.  I videotaped the kids to get proof of their rock throwing.   I want to get proof of what they’re doing to me.  The kids were running around and paid no attention to me.  So, I went back inside.

Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Someone began banging on my door.  I did not open the door.  I said, “Who is it?”   A woman answered, “I want to talk to you.”  I replied, “What about?”   The woman said, “I heard you were taking pictures of my cousins.”  I replied, “If I want to take pictures of your cousins I can.”   She replied, “Don’t take pictures of my cousins anymore, or there’ll be trouble.” And she left.

Bang! Bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang.  Someone else was banging on my door  again. And this time the person was banging very loudly.  I did not open the door.  The person kept banging.  I asked, “Who is it?”   A woman responded.  It wasn’t the same voice.  She said, “I heard you were taking pictures of my cousins.”  I didn’t respond.  She banged, banged away.  She said, “Open the door. I’m going to take that camera away from you.”   She kept banging very loudly.  I heard her turn the door knob.  I told her if she didn’t stop banging on my door, I was going to call the police.  She kept banging,  so I called the police, something I never do.  There are so many  cousins, I was afraid they’d break into my apartment. The second woman who knocked on my door is ten times my size and can probably throw me without any problem.  If I tried pushing her, I’d be in trouble.

The 911 operator asked my name, address and all the typical questions.  When she got that out-of-the-way, the first question she asked, is, “Is there any drug abuse?”  I replied, “What do you mean?  Me, or them?”  The operator replied, “Anyone?’  I answered, “Well, I’m not using any drugs, I don’t know about them.”

When I was living an ordinary life, this question never came up, but since I’m a target, supposedly I do drugs, drink, etc.  The operator ended the call by saying the police would come.

So far, no police. And if the police show up I’ll be very surprised.

P.S.  Two Metropolitan Las Vegas officers  just showed up. See you later.

I’m back.  I went outside to talk to the police and they asked me what happened.  And I explained to them how I’m never left alone by the people downstairs and the tenants on my floor.  Before I could get a word in edgewise, the perps were all over the place trying to get in their side of the story.  The police officer told them to wait until I told my side.  One of the police officers seemed to want to listen to my story, but the other one had a smirky smile on his face, as if he didn’t believe anything I said.  When I finished with what I had to say, the police officer who was questioning me said, “Okay.”  And then as he walked away he said, “Just remind calm, okay?”  The way he said it  made me feel as if he was blaming me.  Because, you know, we’re all crazy, of course.

So now I have to be even more careful than before.  I have a bunch of gang cousins after me.

The life of a target is just so exciting…

Another day in Perplandia.

Oh, as I’m about to hit publish, the kids are out again screaming loudly, and one of the cousins is blowing his car horn.

Ah, life.

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Gang Stalking – What I wouldn’t do for an ordinary day!

Run as fast as you can! (Photo credit: Mish Mish)

40+60 Feet, Euw. (Photo credit: bark)

Easter week end (Photo credit: jespahjoy)

The last four days have been really hard on me.  Non-stop electricity sent my way,  and at nighttime, awaken almost every hour, before it was every two hours, now it’s every hour. I’ve hardly gotten any sleep  this week.

I guess they’re punishing me more because I’m not compliant.  I’m not letting them crash my computer. I’ve gotten a lot better protecting my computer, and they can’t shut me off. Not that they ever could stop me from writing my blog. Silly rabbits!

And it’s Easter week vacation for the little darlings.  There’s a woman who lives in apartment 205 who spends all day harassing me. She stands by my door saying  nasty things  about me, and laughing loudly.  She makes sure I hear what she says.  I shut her off. I run to my exhaust system and turn it on. It’s so loud I can’t hear her.   She has her grandkids run in front of my apartment, stomp their feet  and make a lot of noise.

So do the perps in apartment 206 and 209. I’m surrounded in every direction. The man in 209 constantly stomps his feet. When he stomp his feet, it sounds like a herd of elephants coming through.  He does this all day. I’m hoping he stomps his feet so hard that he’ll hurt himself.  Every time I go out of my apartment, he has to come out and harass me. He’s always wearing the same color I’m wearing.  A few days ago, I called him a name that wasn’t too nice. He deserves to be called any name I call him.

And then the idiots with the horns.  Do you remember the horns clowns always used?  That’s exactly the kind of  horns I have to listen to all the time.

And then the cretins who sit in theirs car and rev it for hours on end, or keep slamming their doors.

Oh, and I forgot, the barking dog at my door at night.  Some idiot comes up to my door at night and has his dog bark and bark. One time, I thought for sure he was going to break into my apartment. I was ready for him. I’m ready for anything that comes my way at night. I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect myself. I have a feeling that I’m going to have a lot of barking dogs at night.

I can’t even go out and get my mail. A bunch of perps,  it includes kids, stand around and  wait  for me to get my mail.  The kids start to scream and run around me in a circle. And the older perps, do their “coughing” routine.  And mimic things they’ve seen me do.

Even when I have to throw away my garbage, I’m not left alone.  Suddenly, every perp has to throw his/her garbage out. They can throw their garbage out any time, but they always have to wait until I throw my out.  What would they do if I never threw my garbage away?  Would they ever throw theirs away?

And when I write my blog, the naked women they try to include in it. There isn’t a time when I write my blog where some naked women doesn’t  pop  up?  I have to be careful that  I don’t send them out.

Oh, what I wouldn’t do for an ordinary day in my life?

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Gang Stalking – Where are you God?

Creation of the Sun and Moon by Michelangelo, face detail of God. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lately, I must admit I’m not feeling my best, but believe me, I’m not  going to do anything to myself. I wouldn’t give the perps the pleasure of my death.

I guess I’ve been depressed because nothing in my life is going to change no matter how many times I move. The realization finally hit me hard!  No matter where I go, gang stalking will go on and get even worse.  I knew all this before I moved, but I hoped, just hoped, that it would change.  And, of course, nothing changed. It only gets worse, if that’s possible, but it did.

My new apartment looks a lot better, and I have more room, but looking better doesn’t always equate to a place being better. It’s like when you meet someone very attractive and you attribute good things to that person, and then find out that the good-looking person is really a creep.  So I hoped, that since my new apartment looked so much better than my old one,  that there would be less gang stalking.  But that’s turned out not be the case.

Since day 1, this apartment has been a miserable place.  I get hit from  more directions than I used to.  I get hit from my right, my left, downstairs, the roof, across the street, diagonally across from me.  You name the direction, someone is aiming something at me. And believe me, these people here are rotten to the core.  And having to deal with a bunch of kids who are also rotten to the core, just makes me sad.  I think about what our future is going to be like when these kids get older.  They’ll probably be worse than their parents.  Most of the kids don’t have any empathy for anyone or anything.  They’ve grown up in a world where everything is about them, and no one else counts. All I can say, I pity all us targets.  Our gang stalking is only going to get worse with the kids coming up.

The best we  can hope for, is that someone comes along and makes what’s happening to us a priority. But I’m realistic enough to know that’s not going to happen.  It hasn’t happened all these years, and I doubt if it’s going to happen in the future.  So all of us have to suffer in silence until something happens to us, or we die.

Some of you believe in a God, and that’s good, and I’m not knocking your belief. But  I can’t say I do, no matter how hard I try. If there’s a God, how can he let what’s happening to us continue?

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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 – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – When you go to a movie theater, do you prefer it to be…

…empty so you can sit anywhere you like?  Or do you prefer a packed house like on opening night?  When you can sit anywhere, where do you sit and why?

When I go to a movie theater, I like it empty.  If there are not too many people at the theater, it’ll be quiet; and I’ll have no problem hearing the movie.  When there are too many people in the theater, it’s noisy.  People in the audience will talk loudly, laugh, eat candy that makes a crinkly noise.  And if there are kids in the theater, they’ll yell, cry and drive everyone crazy. It’s heaven when the theater is empty.

People who go to opening night movies are not real film buffs.  They go to see and be seen.  And to brag that they saw the movie when it opened.  For no other reason.  Who can hear the movie with all that first night fuss?  I sound like a real Grinch, don’t I?

I like to sit two seats from the back.  Not too many people like seating in the back, unless they’re teenagers and want to fool around.  There are advantages to sitting in the back.  The concession stand is closer, and I get to the food faster.  And I don’t miss too much of the movie. It’s quieter in the back.  When the movie is over, I can be the first one out.  I don’t have to wait for some slow poke to walk in front of me.  And I’m closer to the Ladies room for when I have need of using it.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – What holiday traditions does your family celebrate?

I’ve been away from my family for a few years now.  I haven’t had contact with them because of what’s been happening in my life.  They don’t believe anything I’ve told them about the gang stalking that’s happening to me.  They basically think I’ve lost it.  And I’m not going to stay around people who doubt what I say.

But, anyway, I have fond memories of the holidays.  The whole family would get together for Christmas. It wasn’t always the same place. It would depend  on who decided to foot the bill for the food that year.  All of us would, of course, bring something to the gathering.  There would be kids running all over the place, having the times of their life.  And everyone was just happy to be around family.  All of us would have a decorated Christmas tree with lights and lots of decorations.  Christmas carols would fill our homes.  And we would usually attend midnight mass on Christmas eve.  There would be a lot of laughing and talking about past Christmases, and we would discuss silly things someone did.  We didn’t dwell on things that were depressing.  There was just a wonderful feeling all around during Christmastime.  They’re days that I miss.  It tears me up to think about those days.

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