Gang Stalking – Another good day at the library.

English: An image montage of the City of Las Vegas. From Top to Bottom: City of Las Vegas Vegas Vic, in the Fremont Street Experience Binion’s Horseshoe Hotel & Casino, in Downtown Las Vegas The Fremont Street Experience Plaza Hotel & Casino, in Downtown Las Vegas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cute Dog in the Gehry Building Hallway – NYC (Photo credit: ChrisGoldNY)

I’m back at the disgusting library again.   The place is full of perps.  I’m being hit in my back, my legs, my side. I feel electricity coming from every direction.  I can truly say I hate every one of these people here in the library.

I do try to convince myself that people are good, but it’s sure not working when I’m in the library. These people have no conscience, and they’re mean as hell. I’d love to be doing to them what they’re doing to me, but there’s too many of them, and I’m only one person.

Lately, I’ve thought of getting a dog.  It would make my life a lot less lonely. But every time I think I will, I just can’t do it.  I think of all the pets killed by the  perps and that stops me.  The thought that I could come home one day and find that my pet is dead, would just devastate me.  I can picture the dog lying on the floor, blood dripping from his body and a hole in his stomach,  it’s just too horrible to imagine.  So even though I would love a pet, I can’t do that to an animal . Better not to get a pet.

Before my computer was put out of service, I got a message that said someone else logged into my computer. I saw that the logger was from Las Vegas, so I assumed it had been me who logged in.  And then I noticed that the IP address was not mine.  I checked out the IP address and it stated that it was someone from the Clark County Library.  That’s the library that I use.  This log-in happened on December 8.  My computer was working okay, so I typed my blog from home. Maybe one of the librarians was doing it,  or one of the other perps.  But it’s very strange that it came from the  Clark County Library. You would think that librarians are trust-worthy people, but librarians are no longer people that we can trust.  They’re just as vicious as the regular perps.

I hate coming to this library, or  any library in Las Vegas, because they’re all the same.  The librarians doing the government’s dirty work. They should all be disgusted with themselves.

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Gang Stalking – Yesterday is not coming back…

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English: The Beatles wave to fans after arriving at Kennedy Airport. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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It’s cold here in Las Vegas today.   A lot of people who visit Las Vegas think it’s always warm, but this time of year, it gets cold. I see a lot of tourists going into stores to buy heavy jackets.  So,  a warning to anyone coming to visit Las Vegas, it’s cold now, bring a jacket.

I just want to get something straight with readers.  I am not a victim.  It might seem as if I am because of what I write.  I write the way I do to let you in on what’s happening to me, because it will probably happen to you.  And I want you to be forewarned.  I don’t want any target to get the feeling that what’s occurring to them is abnormal.  I want a target to think, oh, yeah, I remember Neverending1 writing about this occurring to her.  It’s typical of what the gang stalkers do to us.  Then you can  settle back and go on with your life, because you know that what’s  being done to you is  normal gang stalking behavior.  It is not peculiar to you as a person.

It might sometimes seem that I’m falling apart,  but  I’m a very strong person.  No gang stalker is  going to tear me down.  I’m strong enough to let this out in my blog. In my blog I let everything out that’s bothers me.  I get rid of it. I throw away it away, and go on.  This blog helps me get rid of all the garbage that occurs to me every day.  I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have this blog to let off steam.  It’s a Godsend.

But there is one thing that bothers me, and I can do nothing about. It’s that I long for yesterday.  Remember the Beatles song “Yesterday.”  That’s what I long for.  To have my life back as it used to be used.

“Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, now it looks as though  they’re here to stay. Oh, I believe in Yesterday…”

Now, this makes me sad, and I’m sure it makes all of you targets sad, too.  But there’s nothing we can do about getting yesterday back.  We just have to live the best life we can, because yesterday is definitely not coming back.

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Gang Stalking – Gang Stalking is gang stalking no matter what name you use.

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“Go Easy on the Hot Water” – NARA – 514407 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I first moved into my current apartment, I had no problem getting hot water.  It worked fine.  Now, every day when I take a shower, I have to run the water for about 20 minutes.  This also happens when I’m washing dishes, run the water for 20 minutes to get hot water.  If I need hot water for anything, I have to put the water on and  let it run.  I live in Las Vegas and we’ve had very little rain in the last few years.  I don’t like wasting all this water.  I care about the environment, and it bothers me to waste  water.

I know that the perps have something to do with my problem.  So I decided to check under the sink.  I first checked  the sink  in the bathroom, and of course, I saw the answer right away.  Probably the maintenance man had something to do with the water. He  placed a tag around both the hot and cold water pipes.   I got a pair of scissors, and cut the tags.  Immediately the hot water began flowing.  The tags were stopping the hot water from getting through.  I went to my sink in the kitchen.  Again, tags on the hot and  cold water.  I cut both tags.  Again, the hot water went on immediately.  No problem at all getting hot water.

I checked the tags, the tag’s  called a stainless steel braid. It is supposed to be used in places where there’s very little water, or water doesn’t run at.  It prevents water pipes from bursting when there’s too much water running through. So why would such tags be on my pipes?  I get water all the time.  I did notice, though, that I cannot turn my water on and off. They’ve made is impossible for me to have any control over my water.  I cannot turn the water off or on if I need to.  So they put the tags on so they have all the  control over how my water runs.  Believe me, if there’s one thing I don’t need in Las Vegas is a braid to stop the water from running. There’s not enough water in Las Vegas to make this happen. The perps will do anything to make a target’s life miserable.

So if  any of you targets are having trouble with your water, look under your sink and see what’s on your pipes. You might discover you have tags, too.  Remove the tags, you don’t need them.  I’ve lived in Las Vegas for 8 years now, and I’ve never seen these tags anywhere else.

One of my readers doesn’t like the term “gang stalking.”  She wrote that that’s the name the government gave us. The government did not give us the name.  A target made up the term.  We’re stalked and it’s done by a group of people.  Therefore, gang stalking is the right term.  There’s no other name that explains perfectly what’s happening to us?  I’m  sure the government would prefer a name that’s not so obvious.  As a matter of fact, the government doesn’t want the term gang stalking used. Fox News refused to use the name gang stalking when it first did a story on gang stalking.  And also Wikipedia  did not want to use the term when someone first used it.  I’ll continue to use the name “gang stalking.”   That’s exactly what’s happening to us.

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Gang Stalking – No one is going to treat me like dirt anymore.

English: Las Vegas Strip in Las Vegas, Nevada, United States. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Hotel / Casino New York-New York in Las Vegas. Français : L’hôtel-Casino New York-New York à Las Vegas, dans le Nevada. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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English: Las Vegas Strip (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I finally got myself out the door and went looking for an apartment. Of course, what I thought would happen, happened. Cars following me all over the place.  Idiots on foot showing up everywhere I went.  Just typical gang stalking behavior. But today was not a good day to go looking for an apartment, especially if someone is walking.  The temperature in Las Vegas is hot, hot, hot, hot. It feels like the temperature is about 140 degrees. I began to sweat as soon as I stepped out my door.  I thought of turning around and going back into my apartment, but I told myself I had to look at one apartment.  So off I went.

I walked west on the road in which I live.  I really want to stay in this general area.  It’s a perfect place for me. I don’t need a car, there are plenty of places where I can shop; eat; the library is one block away; the buses go east,west, north and south; there’s a shopping center three blocks away; and the Strip, if  I walk to it, is 30 minutes away, if I take the bus it is 7 minutes.  It’s a very interesting area, and I like it.  I’d like it more if I could enjoy it more,  but because of the gang stalking I’m limited in what I can do.

I saw an apartment complex that looked interesting, so I walked over to it.  The manager’s office was in the front and accessible to me.  I opened the door, and a man was coming out as I was entering.  I told the manager that I was looking for a studio or 1 bedroom apartment.  I could tell that the woman knew who I am.  She looked at me as if she was staring at a ghost. But I ignored her and told her I was interested in a studio or 1 bedroom apartment.  The woman kept looking at me and it seemed to me as if she was going to have a heart attack or something bad was going to happen.  She went into her sales speech at warp speed.   Told me how much the apartment was, but I didn’t hear anything  she said.  I decided this was not the right place for me.  I didn’t want to have to deal with someone who was such a nervous wreck. So I thanked her, and I as I was walking out, the man who was going out as I was coming in, returned.  He also realized who I am and, I suppose, he returned to be her savior.  I could tell by the look he gave me.

This is the kind of  behavior we targets have to deal with all the time.  People looking at us if we’re the worse people in the world. When people first meet us, it’s fear that I see in their faces.  So we don’t even get a chance to talk to them and let them know that we’re not someone to be afraid of.  The fear’s already been imprinted in their minds, and nothing we say or do will change their minds. The government does a good job of painting us as crazy, vicious people.  Murderers, rapists, serial killers don’t get treated as bad as we do.

I really hate the idea of looking for an apartment, but I have no choice.  I really abhor the place I’m living in. It’s disgusting.  I figure wherever I go can’t be worse than the dump in which I now live.  I’m going to make sure that the next apartment I live in has a clean carpet; has no holes in the walls, floors; the refrigerator looks likes it’s hasn’t been tampered with, and the bathroom looks like it’s been fixed.  I will  not end up in a dump like this again.  When I find a new apartment, if they do the same thing to me again, they’re going to be seeing a lot of Code Enforcement in the complex.  No longer will I put up with such treatment. I’ve had enough of being treated like dirt.  They’re going to treat me like a human being. I haven’t done anything to  anybody to get such treatment.  I’m an a decent, caring  human being.

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Gang Stalking – Run for your life.

Dinosaur family sculpture, south of I-25 off Cerrillos Road, 2008. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Hotel / Casino New York-New York in Las Vegas. Français : L’hôtel-Casino New York-New York à Las Vegas, dans le Nevada. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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As I told you,  a lot of heavy women are showing up wherever I go.  But it’s worse than I thought it’d be.  On Sunday, I did not feel like getting dressed, so I went to throw out my garbage without my bra on.  Well, guess what, today everywhere I went, fat women with short-shorts wearing no bras.  Just imagine this picture:   very heavy women  with size D bras wearing none.  You want to see a nasty sight, this is it.  As I said, I’m not the one who looks like a fool, they  do.  And these are not young women, they’re 50 and older, and not the most attractive women I’ve ever seen. What a sight!  What is wrong with women that they have no respect for themselves and will do whatever some idiot tells them to do?  It’s like they all have a 1950s mentality.  I thought we women were a lot more advanced than we are.  It’s disappointing to see women act look so trashy.  But then, I have to remember, this is Las Vegas where women are nothing but sex objects.  Will we women ever progress to be more than ass and tits?  It’s kind of disgusting to see women sell themselves short.  We seem not to have learned anything from the past.  We’re still letting other people tell us how to live our lives.  Too bad.   We’re still in the dinosaur stage. (Read the article below on women.)

Today I discovered that  the light in my kitchen has a very small alarm type thing attached to my bulb.  It’s the thing that’s making the high pitch sound in my apartment.   Just two days ago, I looked at the light and it wasn’t there.  But today, it’s there.  It must have been put there on Saturday when I went out for more than two hours.  Anytime I’m away from my apartment for more than a few hours, they do something in it. It really helps to live with someone else; someone can always be home. I took a few pictures of it.  I’ve never seen this installed in a lightbulb before.  But then, I haven’t seen a lot of the things done to me done anywhere else.  If there’s one thing I’ve learned from living in this place, is, a target should never, never live where the complex manager and her husband live.  Never!  Never!  Never!  They can come in and out of your apartment anytime they want without arousing suspicion.  Plus, they recruit everyone in the complex to become gang stalkers.  Never will I live in a complex that has a husband and wife living in the same place. NEVER!  And my advice to anyone looking for a place to live, find out if the people who work in the place live in the place, and RUN for your life! And don’t look back.

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