Gang Stalking – Have to do laundry third-world style.

I finally went out and bought myself new clothes. Nothing expensive, the perps will just rip everything to shreds. I was really beginning to look like a ragamuffin. Still do in some ways. I also bought myself a new hat. A new Fedora. I can just see it now, every perp wearing a Fedora. The last time, I bought a Cadet hat, everyone and his mother were walking around with cadet caps, still are.   When I walked out of the store, there were  perps  wearing the color of the blouses I’d bought and a few were  wearing Fedoras.

I was looking so ragamuffin because I can’t wash my clothes in the laundry room. I used to wash my clothes there, but stopped. Every time I’d walk into the laundry room, it would fill with perps, who suddenly had to do their clothes. And they’d sit in the laundry room and talk so loud and make experience so disgusting, I’d leave. And then I’d have to worry about what they’d do to my clothes.

Isn’t it disgusting that in the U.S., which is supposed to be a free country, I have to wash my clothes third-world style? That I can’t take a walk without an entourage? That I’m not safe in my apartment? That the apartment is broken into every day?  That my food’s poisoned? That I’m hit with electricity? That my bed is a thing of torture?  And I could go on and on with what they do to me, but I’d bore you to death.

America the Beautiful is no more!

I’ve never seen so many unhappy Americans. Everybody’s dissatisfied with the way things  are, except the politicians. They’re cashing in on Americans’ unhappiness. They could care less. Unhappy Americans are gullible. Keep them at each other’s throats and they won’t think about all the problems in America. All politicians care about is getting voted into office. They’ll say and do whatever it takes to get re-elected.  Once the creeps get elected, nothing will change. The politicians won’t do a damn thing different. And the people will go back to complaining. Why didn’t the people vote the bastards out?

Oh, America, I miss what you used to be.

P.S. Do you remember the man I told you about who stole a woman’s handbag and tried ot get me blamed for it? What are the chances of that man getting to sit next to me every day at the computer?  It’s not a high number, but every day the perps work it out so that this creep gets to sit next to me. I told the creep he disgusts me. I know it’s not nice to say something like this to someone, but he makes me want to vomit on him.

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Gang Stalking – Maybe beautiful horses will appear.

Pit Bull Puppy (Photo credit: http://www.petsadviser.com)

Beautiful Autumn Horse (Photo credit: Striking Photography by Bo Insogna)

This morning.

pink poodle (Photo credit: katiew)

I’ve come out to the walkway in front of my apartment.  Pretty soon, it’ll be lights, camera, action!

Here comes the first actor.

Every time I come out of my apartment, the woman in apartment 104 has to do her laundry.  She comes out of her apartment carrying a basket full of laundry.  How much clothes does she have? It’s only her and the cat.

Here comes the second actor.

The guy in apartment 106 comes out when I’m standing by my railing.   He rides his bike in circles in front of me. He’s going around and around and around.  Every once in a while he’ll look up to see if I’m still standing outside.

Actor number three.

This lady lives in apartment 203. There a stairway and a dumpster right next to her apartment, but she has to walk by my apartment, make a u-turn and walk to the dumpster by her.

And actors four, five, six, seven, eight, etc.

Here comes the Las Vegas Dog Show.  This is a new thing.  No one in Las Vegas ever walked his dog.  But now everyone does. The dog walking began after I made a remark about not liking pit bulls too much.  It began with people walking around with pit bulls when they saw me, now it’s turned into a show with all kinds of dogs.

Yap, yap goes the little black dog. This little dog alway yaps at me non-stop and gives me dirty looks.

There’s the dog of indeterminate heritage. I can’t figure out what the dog is.  The dog belongs to the lady in 109.

Oh, there’s princess.  This poodle does not think she’s a dog.  She walks around like a princess. Her slave does whatever princess wants her to do.  And lots of tongue-kissing between the two, especially the woman. To each his own. Yuck!

And now the cars start roaring by at a high-speed.  The people driving make sure they gun the engine.

And out pops the man next door. This man has the look of someone who is not too intelligent. He makes me wonder if he has a brain.

Time for me to disappear into my apartment.

Return to the railing in three minutes. Not a soul in sight.

But here comes the laundry lady again.  She’s going to get her laundry now.

Oh, here comes the pit bull. Time for me to go in.  My day’s complete.

You know, I absolutely love horses.  I’ll mention horses next time I’m around a perp, maybe beautiful horses will begin appearing.

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Gang Stalking – To all the “Sub-humans” where I live (Libertwo Apartments, Las Vegas, NV).

I just did my laundry.  All the time I was in the laundry room, I had to put up with people watching me from every direction.  Also, I was hit by electricity from the machines  electrical discharge.  It was hot in the laundry room, so I went outside to get some fresh air.  I  stood by the wall that surrounds the complex.  I just stood.  I wasn’t doing anything, just standing and enjoying the fresh air.  I went back into the laundry room to check my clothes. The machine was off, and I took my clothes out and folded them.  I went around the corner, and there were five men surrounding the woman in whose direction I had looked, including little office man.  It seems she reported me doing something because I was just standing there.  I’m not allowed to stand anywhere.  I must be up to something.  As soon as they saw me, the little man from the office  disappeared.  He made believe he was walking his dog.  And the others disappeared just as quickly.  Real brave aren’t they?  All those brave men picking on one woman.  Where do you men get such courage?

I am so fucking sick of the nonsense I have to put  up with all the time.  I have no freedom from the sub-humans who surround me.  They get off on reporting anything I do.   I’m standing, I must be up to something.  And most of all, they have a story to tell about me.  I was standing, I must be doing something.

To all the “D–kheads” who live in my complex, go straight to HELL!  No passing go.  Just straight to HELL! That’s where every one of you miserable bastards deserve to be!  And to the bastard in apartment 111, who totally controls my computer, if there’s a place worse than hell, that’s where you belong.  And to  the so-called office team, especially to you,too.  You belong in a place beyond hell.  You two bitches.  And both of you are bitches! (I never used  language like this before my gang stalking.)

My cursor keeps being sent to my blog “Live free or die.”  Hints for me to kill myself?  Not in a million years.  I’m going to stick around to see every you of you dirt bags punished.  It keeps me going the thought of seeing all of you get your punishment.

And to all of you who read my blog, if the government can  do this to me, what makes you think they won’t do it to you?  R U NEXT??????

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