Gang Stalking – Americans are the living dead.

It’s been a week of more and more perps. I don’t know how many there are. It sounds like I’m  exaggerating, but I’m not. There must be at least 300 perps after me. It seems people in Las Vegas have absolutely nothing to do with their lives. Their only life seems to be harassing people and drinking. They do nothing else. They spend all day running after people who haven’t bothered them  and then spend the rest of the time drinking, or doing drugs.

In the last week, they’ve been ripping all of my clothes, putting oil into my barbecue sauce, smashing my fruits and vegetables.  Oh, I forgot, also stealing my clothes and then returning them a day later, or not at all.   And, of course, the daily break-ins haven’t stopped.

I never know when I return home, what I’ll find in my fridge, my bathroom. my bed, my closet. It’s the same feeling I get when I come to the library. What will they do to me at the library? And what they will do to things in my apartment when I’m gone?

No person should have to live as I’m living;  not me, not you, no one!   The crack heads and all the lowlifes  belong in prison.

How is it that no one knows what’s happening to us, but some twitter gets  million hits when he/she couldn’t get a table at a fancy Las Vegas hotel? And a host states that he doesn’t want hippos showing up at his nightclub.

It’s ridiculous!

No wonder the USA is going to the dogs.

The USA has become a place where no one thinks anymore.  They truly are zombies. I’ve used the word “zombie” for a long time now, but, really, I thought American citizens aren’t really zombies. But I’ve given up on that idea, they TRULY are ZOMBIES. They’re the living dead.

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Gang Stalking – Perps will get their day.

I just moved into my new place, and, of course, it’s not as it was when I looked. I expected them to do things to the apartment and they did. There’s a big square hole under the sink. The area where the pipe is, is wide open. I can see the pipe all the way to the wall of the apartment next to me. Two one-way mirrors have been added. There’s a camera above the cabinets in the kitchen area. And the side of the wall next to the door has cracks from the top to the bottom. The sinks, of course, have no stoppers. And I’m sure I’ll discover other things as the week goes by. Anyone can easily get into my mailbox. It’s not tighly put in. I can open it myself without a key, so can everyone else. Isn’t life wonderful for us targets? Welcome to another hell hole.

I’m typing this at the library. I haven’t gotten my computer fixed yet. I’m being hacked by about four to five hackers at one time. And, of course, the library is full of those things called perps. Don’t these people have anything better to do with their lives? Some of them I see all the time. I make sure I take a really good look at their faces, because I want to know all about their tattoos, scars, so if I ever need to identify them, I can. And some day, I hope I can. I will not forget their faces or tattoos.

These peoples are evil. When I see evil I know it. And believe me, they’re evil. If someone can do what they’re doing without any conscience, they’re evil. But some day, their day will come. They’ll get back everything they’ve done to all of us. And the librarians, I can’t stand any of them. They’re in on what’s going on and are nasty. They, too, will get their day. And I hope soon.

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Gang Stalking – A creep(s) makes himself at home in my apartment.

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English: The kitchen in a Stafford apartment (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Every time I leave my apartment, I think about how long it will take the gang stalker(s) to  enter my apartment.

And then I begin to think how disgusting it is to have some creep go through my apartment.  The creep looking at my underwear, my food, touching the food.  Looking at my life through his creepy self.   I think of the creep entering my bedroom and looking through my clothes, deciding if he’s going to rip it that day, or doing something  just as nasty. Perhaps taking my clothes with him to show and tell meetings.  Or going into my kitchen and putting a roach on my food, or throwing out my water and filling it with disgusting tap water.  Or perhaps going into my bathroom and taking my deodorant, toothpaste, or soap.  It creeps me out that some sub-human is making himself at home in my apartment while I’m out doing something. Or perhaps he’ll decide to look through my magazines or old mail.  And fold a page of the magazine over, so I’ll know he’s been in my apartment again.

This is what I think about when I go out.  I imagine the creep sitting on my toilet and not flushing it, as he’s done before.

These are the kind of things I have to think about.  About some creep wandering around in my apartment and making himself at home.  And I think, there’s nothing  I can do it.  And he  knows there’s nothing I can do about it.  So he doesn’t worry about getting caught.  Because he knows he’ll be notified  when I’m coming home, so he can leave.  The creep knows exactly where I am every minute.

He has plenty of time to destroy whatever he wants.  He can remove the screws from my chair, so I’ll hurt myself.  Or he can put fingerprint all over my kitchen table,  or on my bedroom mirror.  Or he can drill  more holes in my floor.  Or take some eggs, because he needs some, or just to make me think I’m losing it.

This is what I think of when I leave my apartment.

It makes me angry that he can just enter my home and do whatever the hell he wants in it.

It makes me sick.

I’d like to catch him some time, but I know I never will.  He has too many others who work with him and will help him do whatever needs doing to destroy whatever I own. Or tear my self-esteem and feel good doing it.

It makes me sick that people like this exist in this world.  And there’s nothing I can do about it.

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Gang Stalking – Don’t end up in the hospital!

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English: Kitchen cabinets are sold as integrated sets with bottoms and tops featuring matching styles for aesthetic appeal. Picture for use in Wikipedia article on kitchen cabinets. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Last night, I had to get a dish from my one of my kitchen cabinets.   The cabinet is very high and the dish is on the top shelf.  So I got a chair and climbed onto the counter to get it.  I got the dish and then put my foot on the seat of the chair.  My foot went through the seat.  Right away I knew  the perps did something to my chair.

I got off the chair and turned it around to see what was  wrong.  The perps  had removed all the screws from the chair.  So the seat was not attached to the frame.  If I hadn’t  been holding on to the cabinet door, I would have fallen down  and hurt myself.  I probably would have broken my foot,  or something worse might have happened.  I consider myself lucky to be walking around in one piece.

These people are beyond evil.  They are evil incarnate.  How can someone do something so mean?

That’s why I continually tell you to always check things out when you return home.  The chair was not broken when I went out earlier in the day.  And I didn’t check the chair because it looked all right.  I didn’t listen to my advice.  It’s gets tiring to always check things out, but what almost happened to me, could happen to you.  And you might not be so lucky.

After you return home, be sure that the perps haven’t done something to your furniture. I have very few pieces of furniture, because I don’t  want to be worrying  about what they’re going to do to it.

So learn from my experience and always take a good look around your house/apartment when you return home.  You don’t want to end up in the hospital.

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Gang Stalking – Hidden cameras in your apartment.

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Bomber Jacket (Photo credit: lymanzerga7285

Today, I went around covering all the computer connections in the wall. The person who lived here before me had a lot of them.  I also looked up at the ceiling trying to find any cameras installed in my apartment. I could find no cameras in the ceiling, but then I decided to go into my kitchen, and it just happened that the  light over the oven hit my kitchen light in the ceiling.  I  don’t know why, but it suddenly hit me that that’s where a camera could be installed.

I stood on one of my kitchen chairs and took a really good look  at the light.  There, on the side of the light, is something that looks like a camera. It’s installed inside the light and it looks into my kitchen and living room.  The light I have looks like half a globe and is translucent.  I knew there was a camera somewhere, but it never occurred to me that it was inside my kitchen light.  I should have known that’s where it’s hidden.  I noticed when I pass open doors in the complex, that everyone has a fan in their kitchen, but all the targets have lights in the kitchen area.  That should have been my first clue  to where the camera is. I immediately got some tape and covered the camera. I would remove the camera, but it’s too high for me. The most I can do is put a lot of tape over the camera.

In my old apartment, the camera was hidden in the fan, and I found it.  I guess they didn’t want to take a chance on me finding the camera if I had a fan.  So instead, a light was put in.

I’m warning you about this, because I’m sure they probably have a camera hidden somewhere in your fan, or lights, or it could be somewhere else.  That’s why I keep warning you to always be on the lookout for anything being out-of-place. One day something is not there, next day a camera.  So check your apartment carefully for cameras.  Check your ceilings, lights, walls, sockets, oven, anything and everything.

Before I went out today, I tried on my bomber jacket. But I decided I’d just wear my brown hoodie instead because  I thought the bomber jacket would be too warm.  I go out, and what do I see?  All the perps are wearing bomber jackets, so I knew there had to be a hidden camera  in my apartment.  I didn’t wear the jacket out and no one should have known what I was wearing today.

As always, the perps following their Nazi bosses’ orders.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – What ordinary skill are you bad at?

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Image via Wikipedia

Maybe it’s tying your shoelaces, or parallel parking cars, but we all have something that we just don’t do very well.  Well, write about yours.

The one ordinary thing I’m terrible at, is while I’m cooking, no matter how clean I try to be, by the time I’m finish cooking, my kitchen looks like a hurricane passed through it.  There are pots and pans everywhere.  Forks and knives all over the place.  Spots on the refrigerator, floor, skin, cabinets, on me, on my shoes, my face, my clothes.  You name it; whatever I’ve cooked is on me.  No matter how organize I try to be, it never works.  By the time I get through, I have an hour’s work of cleaning up all the mess I’ve made.  I just finished cooking, and you would think I never clean if you saw my kitchen.  It’s awful!!

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