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Gang Stalking – All librarians, self-important government people and perps, go f–k yourselves

Here’s what happened and why I was thrown out of the library.

I sat at the computer looking through my  Facebook.com page. A heavy-set Mexican man sat next to me. He took up all the space around me. The computers are very close to each other.  Within a few minutes, his wife joined him. She, of course, sat right next to me. She also was heavy-set and took any space left over. I had my arm right next to her. I could barely move my mouse around. I asked her, “Do you think you could move over to the other side? I can’t move my arm.”  She turned around and cursed at me.  I went back to my Facebook page.  A few second later, I felt someone hit me on my arm. It was the woman who hit me. I said to her, “Why did you hit me? I didn’t hit you.”  I told her that I was sick of the abuse I get in the library and that I was going to report that she hit me.d I went over to the librarian and told her what happened and could they look through  the video to prove that the woman hit me.  The security guard showed and a few other people. They all stood around not knowing what to do. You see, I discovered that the video camera in the computer room does not work and they were at a dead-end as to what to do.

The woman came out of the computer room and  told the security guard that I’d hit her.  When I tried to tell the security guard that she’d hit me, he told me to be quiet. He did not want to hear what I had to say. This is always the case with the targets. We’re always in the wrong. We always start everything. We’re the  cause of the world’s problems.  Everybody else is good and we’re  bad.

So the group decided that I was the one in the wrong. That I’d probably hit her first and she just defended herself.  What garbage!  When the head of the library showed up, she said that I’d caused problems  before and that I was probably at fault. She went to the computer  to look at the  bad things I’d supposedly done and told me I was at fault.  I told her, “Oh, here we go again. I’m being accused of doing something I haven’t done!”  I told the woman I was not going to stick around to hear bullshit.  I walked out of the library. I’m sure during that time they were all talking about me. And I’m sure they got in contact with  the ones who run the program and asked them what they should do. Of course, they were told by the scumbags that I should be banned from the library.  It’s something that the monitors hoped happened.

I went into the library the next day, of course, because I hadn’t done anything, but I knew that my days at the library were over. I could feel the tension when I walked into the library.

So, again, accused of doing something I didn’t do.  I’m sure it’s going to go on the all the records they keep on me. The records they keep on all of us to prove that they’re doing something important. That they’re all good people and we’re the bad ones.

To all the people who work at the library and to all those self-important lowlife government people, go f–k yourselves!  Oh, and to you perps, too, go f–k yourselves! You haven’t brought me down yet! And you won’t.

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Gang Stalking- – Banned from library for another year.

Hi, everybody.  You haven’t heard from me for  a while.  I didn’t have a computer to get in touch with you. You see, I’ve had a bad two weeks. The library banned me from its premises.  It was an experience.

I went into the library and all the computers were in used by some perp.  I saw the security guard come in and walk toward me, but  kept going. He went to talk to one of the librarians. She handed him a piece of paper and quickly disappeared. I felt the tension and could tell something was going to happen, and it did.

A woman and the guard came over to where I sat. The woman began to read something about trespassing in Clark Country library. I realized that I was being thrown out of the library and ran to the elevator. The guard and the woman followed me into the elevator. The guard told the woman to keep reading. The elevator got to the 2nd floor and I ran through the library, down the stairs, and got to the curve.  I took a quick look to my right and left and crossed over to the other side of the street. I was out of the library area and they couldn’t do anything to me anymore. I kept running and didn’t look back.

I’ll tell you tomorrow, if I can, what happened in the library to get me thrown out. As always a set-up from all the freaks.

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Gang Stalking – Myron May – a target?

The man Myron May who shot people in the Florida library was on my Facebook page. He befriended me about  2 weeks  ago. I didn’t have too much contact with him. I wait a while before I answer someone to make sure  he/she is not a perp. Well, I never got the chance to find out if he would become a friend or a perp.  See the video of Myron May  -http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnOWkeHnoZo

If you can’t get it, go to Youtube.com  and type in Myron May Alleged FSU may have been a targeted Individual. Some people are saying he was a fake, but I don’t think he was.  Another death of a targeted individual. How many more will there be of us before the nonsense stops?

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Gang Stalking – Woman in library complains about me.

I can’t believe how babyish the perps are. I sat waiting for my turn at the computer. I couldn’t find my list of passwords and didn’t notice one of the computers  wasot being used by anyone.  A woman sat down opposite me. She began saying something to me. I didn’t even look up because when it’s library time, they’re all perps. When I realized there was an empty computer, I quickly got up and went to it. A few minute later, I heard the security guard. He was asking the woman what I’d done to her. The woman went to the librarian at the desk and complained about me. So the security guard asked her, “What did she say to you?” She replied, “Nothing. She didn’t respond to me when I tried to talk to her.” So the security guard said, “Oh, well.”

Can you believe what they will do to get me thrown out of the library? If I had said something to her, I wouldn’t be typing this now. I would have been thrown out of the library. I wonder where they get the people they hire?  They seem to have absolutely no brains. What normal person would call security because some one did not want to talk to him/her? If I say something to the perps, I get in trouble. If I don’t say anything, I almost get in trouble. Good thing I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut.

The woman didn’t like the answer the security guard gave her and she left.  As the guard said,  “Oh, well”.  No great loss.

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Gang Stalking – Maybe my blog has changed some things.

I’ve written this blog for 4 years now (thank you, WordPress.com  for letting me know), and I really thought I haven’t really accomplished anything. But rethinking it, I think I have. For instance, a few changes were made on buses, in the library, etc.

When I first arrived in Las Vegas, there were perps who used to carry backpacks. All of them carried a backpack with pesticide in it and a sprayer. They sprayed the pesticide on me. I used to get on the bus and the bus company put in a lot of vents. The bus driver would open up the vent and the pesticide would come streaming down on me. I realized how dangerous this was to my body. I didn’t complain to the bus driver because I knew it would do no good. What I did instead was tell the bus driver  he was spraying pesticide every day he hit the vent.  And I told him/her that the stuff was going into his lungs for 8 hours a day. I told this to every bus driver on every bus. After a while, I noticed, the spraying stopped. Not to stop it from spraying me, but because the bus drivers  probably complained about the pesticide going into their lungs. And up to this day, no spraying on the bus. And I think  I had something to do with it.

And then when I came into the library, the library also put in a lot of vents. I would sit down to wait for a computer and the a fine mist of pesticide would come streaming down on me.  I also played the same head games with the librarians. I told them that the thing that was being sprayed was pesticide and it was going into their lungs. The spray disappeared. The vents never go on no now. There are still a lot of vents in the library, but no more spraying. The librarians didn’t know that it was pesticide being sprayed. I made sure  they knew.

And then when I went for a walk, the same thing happened. Guys would walk round with backpacks with pesticide on their backs and a sprayer.  Well, I played with their heads, too. I told them, “Do you think  spraying that stuff isn’t affecting your lungs?  All the stuff you’re spraying is going into your lungs.” And I told them to read statics on men who do pesticide spraying for a living.  Men who work spraying pesticide for a living end up very sick and it’s hard for them to breathe.

So, the spraying in the bus, library, street stopped. But there’s one place, the pesticide spraying hasn’t stopped, and that’s in my apartment. I’ve had no luck with idiots who spray this stuff all night. They think they’re powerful because they know I have to sleep in my bed and there’s nowhere I get away from them. But it’s also affecting their lungs. Years from it will start showing up in their lungs. When they can’t breathe, they’ll know that I was telling the truth.  I will also  feel the effects of  pesticide spraying, but there’s really nothing I can do about it now. I wish I could. It makes me angry I can’t. Now, of course, they use their phones and computers to hit me in the library, on the bus and everywhere else I go.

So, in a way, I’ve stopped pesticide spraying.  I’m sure I wasn’t the only way being sprayed with the awful stuff. I’m sure others were, too.

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Gang Stalking – When will someone listen to target complaints?

I haven’t written anything lately about what’s going on in the library, but nothing’s changed. It’s worse than ever. Criminals all over the place.

Yesterday,  I  sat waiting to get on the computer. I was in chair #1 and the chair faces the person in chair #2. This creep saw me looking straight ahead and he put his hand between his legs and began playing with himself.  There are no cameras in this area and I thought of going to the librarian and telling her what the creep was doing, but I knew she’d just say he wasn’t doing anything. I said to the creep. “I wish I had a video camera. I’d record you, you creep.”  He acted as if he’d done nothing. As a matter of fact, the creep is sitting at computer # 6 now. Oh, no, I’m wrong. He left. He knows I’m writing about him. Well, all I can say is good riddance. Sicko! Maybe he won’t return again. He’s one of those creeps who shows up every day. Oh, I’m wrong again. He’s now sitting at computer #7. I thought he was gone because his jacket is on the back of computer #6.  I know he’s a hacker so he’s probably reading what I’m writing. He’s also getting help from creep on computer #10. The creep in number 10 keeps deleting what I type. They help each other way that way because they’re all criminals.

It seems these criminals have no shame. And why should they have shame?  They get away with so much. They can do anything they want to me and get away with it.  But I, however, can’t complain about any of them because they’ll deny they do anything and they’ll be believed. The U.S. has really gone to hell. When criminals have more rights than regular people, you know there’s a problem with the country.

And the criminal in computer #7  is still sitting at the computer knowing he has nothing to worry about.   Oh, the hacker on computer #10 just left. I think he’s afraid he’ll get in trouble. He’s new. It’s the first time I’ve seen him. Good riddance.

When is all the crap going to end? When? When will someone listen to us?

 

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Gang Stalking – It’s a hard job being charismatic.

Just another ordinary day in Perplandia. I got thrown down again the other day. I must admit I said something to the woman. I called her a slut. All day long, women harassed me by coming in front of me and shaking their booties. They shake their booties so they can get paid for shaking their booties in front of me. And I kept quiet. But after a while, I just wanted to sock some of the women. I was standing at the traffic light leading to my apartment when a woman walked up to me and acted like a slut. I’d had enough! I called her a slut. She turned around and said, “What?! What did you call me? A slut!” I said “Yes. Any woman goes around shaking her booty at someone else for the money is a slut.” The woman turned around and pushed me. I fell on the gravel. I didn’t get hurt, because as I’ve told you before, I’ve learned how to fall without getting hurt. This is  the equivalent of  the men always taking out their penis when I’m around. Only it’s woman shaking their booties. These people who harass me seem to have  obsession with sexual things, especially in Las Vegas. I don’t think this would happen to me so much if I lived in another city. They’re all disgusting pieces of human waste. As I write this, I’m sitting on the library steps, and it’s been non-stop human traffic. Usually, this area is very quiet and hardly anyone comes this way. But, of course, when I’m around, it becomes the “in” place to be, or walk. I’m just so magnetic that people have to walk by me. It’s a hard job being so charismatic. It’s hard keeping the groupies away from me.

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