Gang Stalking – Followed by perp in grocery store.

Yesterday, I had to get some food, so, of course, I went grocery shopping.   And, of course, as always, it’s a terrible experience.

From the moment I got into the store until I left, a perp  followed me around the store. There are always perps following me in the store, but this one stuck to me like glue. Every time I turned around, there was the idiot. He had a backpack on his cart. He would put his cart near me and walk away. I guess he left it there because I’m a thief and I’m going to steal his stuff. The first time I noticed this, I didn’t think anything, but when it kept happening over and over, I knew this creep was looking to get me arrested, or get me in some way. I ignored the cart and his backpack, but every time I turned around, there was the cart with the backpack.  He didn’t have anything in his cart. He wasn’t really shopping for anything. He was trying to get a payback by accusing me of stealing his backpack. He was dirty-looking and looked as if he hadn’t showered in months. I guess that’s how these people make their money, going after targets and getting paid. They’re disgusting, to say the least. This creep followed me until I left the store. I left the store, stopped in front of it to put my things together, turned around, and there was the creep right behind me. He didn’t have one thing in his cart.  Why  didn’t the security guard go after this man ? He was walking around not buying anything and following a customer around?   Of course, if I were to do the same thing, the security guard would have been on my back.

Oh, what fun it is to be a target and go grocery shopping!!!

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Gsang Stalking – Perps are the most disgusting people on earth!!

I’ve told you about the perverts who like to do disgusting things to me, or show me.

I walked toward the traffic light. I saw ahead of me a man and a boy of about 3-4 years olds. When I got closer, I saw the little boy trying to hold on to a plastic bottle of water.  His father(?) was talking to him and telling him something. The little boy turned the bottle toward me. The bottle was arrowhead  water.  It seemed as if the little boy had a problem with the weight of the bottle. I said to the boy, “It’s okay. That’s the water I drink. I think your father wants me to see the name of the brand of water I drink. It’s okay you can put down if it’s too heavy. I’ve seen it.”

The light turned green and they got way ahead of me. I had to carry that rolling suitcase everywhere with me and it holds me back. So they both stopped by the bus, behind where none of the bus passengers could see them. As I passed the bus shelter, I saw the man again with the little boy. The man was facing the little boy and talking to him in a very low voice. It took me a second to realize that the little boy was trying to unzip his pants. The little boy looked up at me still slowly unzipping his pants. The little boy did not want to unzip his pants and show me his penis. His father was telling him to do it. I saw red. What a disgusting piece of shit this man is I thought. He’s trying to get his son to unzip his pants and to have him show me his penis. I stopped and I said to the man, “He’s a nice little boy. Why don’t you stop corrupting his mind!”  The little boy never unzipped his pants all the way. He knew not to do it. The man told me to “shut up”.

I walked away quickly because for the first time in my life I wanted my fist to meet the man’s face.

How sick can a father be? How can he do this to a little innocent boy? Who knows, maybe he’s molesting his own son? It made me really angry that this little boy has to be terrorized like this by his father. If I can call a man like this a father?!!

I thought about the little boy all day. I feel as if I didn’t help him at all. I failed that little boy yesterday and it haunts me. Maybe I should’ve called the cops, but I don’t carry a phone around. And the father would’ve denied he was telling his son to do such an awful thing.

If I ever see this man again with the little boy, you might get a blog from me from a jail cell. Next time, I won’t hesitate to do something to help this little boy.

It makes me sick that this little boy has to live with such a scumbag of a father.

The perps are really sick individuals. They’ll do anything to their sons and daughters to make a buck. The bastards all belong in a prison cell.

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Gang Stalking – Me! A Marxist!

This is the third time I’m writing this blog. I had to erase the other two. They were sent elsewhere by the lowlife woman sitting next to me. She’s hacking my computer, which is punishable by three to five years in prison. So I’ll try again.\

Every day when I cross  intersection of Maryland Parkway and Flamingo Road, there’s a  man who pops up with a political sign as soon as I cross the street. He hides behind a pole so I won’t see him coming. As soon as he sees me coming, he comes out.  Today, the sign said: “Political correctness and hate speech are Marxists tricks.” He makes sure he stands in front of me and I see the sign.  The sign’s are directed at me. I guess the message to me is: I’m embracing Marxism and preaching hatred when I write my blog.  The man at the corner is usually a perp I see at the  library.    So I know the sign’ s directed at me.  They stand there so I’ll stop by and say something they can use against me. And sometimes I’ve  fallen for the trick. I was not on guard.

On my way home, they’re usually not there. And if they are, it’s  another sign or some stupid nonsense.

And now I’m considered a Marxist. How funny!!! Me, a Marxist!!  Maybe I should move to Russia and join all the other Marxists.

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Gang Stalking – What fucking right do they have to torture us?

Maybe some people are beginning to question things that they’re doing to targets. I was in the CVS pharmacy getting my prescription for blood pressure medication and I heard a Philippino woman speaking to the pharmacist. She spoke in Tagalog, but I understood what she said.  She asked the pharmacist what my medication (which is one of her business and the pharmacist should’ve told her so) is for. I heard blood pressure. I’m sure she’s heard that  I’m on psychiatric medication  (they tried to change this to “4  psychiatric medications”). That’s  the rumor that’s been spread about me and my medication.  Maybe this woman will wake up and wonder if  I’m on  blood pressure medication,  why  was she told I’m on psychiatric drugs? But I have a feeling she won’t question it at all.

There are people who question things. I know this for a fact. I was standing in the parking lot, why, I don’t remember (probably trying to get away from the perps), and I heard a man say, “I thought she had no hair. Look at her! That’s her real hair.” He talked to a woman who responded, “I don’t know.”  She didn’t look my way at all. He kept shouting, “That’s her real hair! They told us she had no hair.”  The woman again said, in a zombie way, “I don’t know.”  And the man seemed to be upset that they’d lied to him  and kept looking at me. At least this man questions things. I wish there were more people like. If I hadn’t heard this man yelling, I never would’ve found out that I have no hair.  I have lots of hair!

These are the kinds of lies told about us.  That we’re drunks, crazy, thieves, like men/women, are anti-American, violent,  druggies, sex-addicts, terrorists,  etc. Just name any bad thing, and we do it. We targets are the worse of the worse. There is no one in the U.S. that’s badder than we are. We are sicko crazies.

Most targets are really decent people.  They believe in living their lives as they see fit and letting others lives their lives as they see fit. We don’t shove our beliefs down anyone’s throats.  Others can believe whatever they want to believe. We don’t care what anyone’s belief is.  They have a right to their beliefs as targets have a right to theirs.

Who knows, maybe that’s why we’re targets? We don’t try to convince anyone that our way of thinking is necessarily the right or wrong way.  Maybe the U.S. wants zombies who will try to shove their ideas down everyone’s throats, maybe make the U.S. like the zombies they hire to harass us.

And even if we’re crazy, what f—–g right do they have to torture us?

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Gang Stalking – Sticking out my tongue on the bus.

I want to tell you about an incident that happened to me on the bus.

I was on the bus and my stop was coming up, so I  walked up to the front to be closer to my stop.  The bus was full and when I got to the front I had to face an Asian man. From the moment I got up to the front, the man watched me. After a while, I got annoyed,  and I gave him mean looks. He kept on looking.  I finally scrunched up my face in a way that said “What the ‘F’ are you looking at?” He kept on looking. Finally, he took his tongue and moved it around his mouth in the way a kid sticks his tongue out at another kid. I took out my tongue and stuck it out the same way.  He began to laugh. He found it funny. So the two of us stood in the bus sticking our tongues out at each other. A smile crossed his face, and we both begun to laugh.  A man standing next to me also began to laugh because he’d been watching both of us acting like kids.  All three  of  were laughing like 3-year-olds. The people on the bus  could not figure out what was happening on the bus and got very curious and stopped talking.  My bus came, I got off the bus with a smile on my face. And I left the two men on the bus still laughing.  One of the funniest days I’ve had on the bus.

It was good to laugh for a change.

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Gang Stalking – “This is so stupid!!!”

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English: Vector image of the Las Vegas sign. Português: Imagems vectorial da placa de Las Vegas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Oh, God, will this horror ever end?

I have slightly elevated blood pressure (who wouldn’t with all the stress we have to put up with) and I go to CVS to get the medication. I once had a problem at the store with a customer who hit me with his phone. I wrote about it in another blog.  Anyway, the pharmacist was definitely on the customer’s size.  Ever since then, there’s been a change in the store security.  A camera is now installed behind where the pharmacist stands, two glass dividers were put in so I can’t touch her, and a security camera is now in the entrance when I walk in.

I recently told the woman off, because she’s a perp.  And I know she’s the one who probably made up a story about me being violent. I can just imagine what story she invented.  They always embellish what’s happened to make us seem violent.

Now, I’ve noticed that every time I go into CVS, she never serves me until a manager is nearby.  That happened yesterday, she kept doing everything except helping me.  And then I saw the manager move supply around  in front of her.  The pharmacy woman immediately went into her sweet persona.   So I went over to the manager, stood in front of him and put the right side of my face to the side, put my right hand to my face, and in the sweetest voice, dripping with sarcasm, said, “Oh, do you have to be here before she helps me?” He laughed.  And I continued, “Oh, she’s such a phony!”

I can just imagine what lies this woman told about me.  I’ve been going to CVS for a few years now, and have never been violent, nor even come close.  The perps like to make up stories about us so they can look good when they attend their weekly meeting with the other perps.  The more violent the story they tell, the more attention they get.   There are a lot of Americans who perp us, but there are also a lot of aliens.  This woman is from Hungry.  It must make her feel good that she belongs to a group the government considers so important.

I would not return to CVS, but as with everything in a target’s life, the same thing will happen no matter what drug store I use.

There’s just no winning.  We’re outnumbered.  How can we beat a corrupt government with millions to spend on targeting us?

I remember when I left Las Vegas, I went to live in Mesa, Arizona.  The first day I was in Mesa, I was sitting on the bench waiting for the bus.  Two men came near the bus stop, one man said, “There she is.  Just do what we told you to do.”  The second man left and the man sat next to me.  I got up, crossed the street to the bus stop on the other side.  I sat watching the man.  I heard the man say, “This is so stupid!”  He had his hand on his hip and looked very puzzled.  He again said, “This is so stupid?  I’m not going to go after somebody and do what they told do me to do.”   He just sat, looking back and forth with a very annoyed expression.  He would lift his hands up and put them down,  repeat, “This is so stupid?”  He kept repeating the same thing over and over. He never bothered me and never looked at me.  He seemed to be in a state of shock.  My bus came, I got on the bus and heard the man said, “This is so stupid. I’m not going to chase anyone around and hurt them. This is so stupid!”

I’ve never forgotten this man. I can see his face every time I run into a perp.  Why are they all so stupid?  Why can’t they think for themselves as this man did?

I thought of this man as I stood in the CVS store waiting for the CVS pharmacist to get my prescription order ready.

Why is this woman so stupid?  Why can’t she think for herself? Why can’t any of the perps?

And to the decent man, I say, “Thank you.”

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Gang Stalking – No more holidays for me.

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English: Vector image of the Las Vegas sign. Português: Imagems vectorial da placa de Las Vegas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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During a holiday, I always looked back to the past.  To the past when when I was living a normal life and celebrated every holiday. Now, every holiday, I no longer think of those past holidays.  What I think about, is the things that occur in my every day life.

I think of the time I spent the night on a park bench. I’d left my sister’s house because living with her was hell.  So I moved to a motel. The motel was a horrible place and I left it.  I went to another motel, but while checking in, I realized it was going to be no better than the one I left.  I went to a few motels, but they were also awful.  After all the walking, I saw a bus bench and decided I’d just stay on the bench  and find a motel in the morning.  Let me tell you, it was scary.  I had a few men come over  and try  to get me to leave with them.  All night long, I stayed up.  I did not sleep at all. I was afraid someone would come and rape me, or steal all my things.  Finally, daylight arrived and I went in search of a decent place to stay.

And then there was the time, a few days after arriving in Las Vegas, when  walking home,  I saw a group of Asians, and as I got closer, a woman aimed her phone at me to hit me.  The asian man, who was standing next to her , said, “Don’t do that to her.  Those people are harassed 24 hours a day. Leave her alone.”  The asian woman replied, “I don’t care.”  and proceeded to hit me. The man said, “I used to do what you’re doing, but I stopped.  I couldn’t continue treating people that way.”  As I walked by the man, he kept looking at me and  looked deep into my eyes.  I silently thanked him and he nodded his head.  That’s one of the few times in four years, I can remember running into a decent human being.

And then, shortly after arriving in Las Vegas, I waited for the bus under a shopping center shelter.  A man who saw me waiting, said, “Get off my property.”   I replied, “This is not your property and I’m not leaving.”   He continued, “Get off my property.”  He kept telling me to get off his property. And we went back and forth for about three minutes.  Finally, I said to him, “This is not your property. The woman who owns it is Filipino, and you’re not Filipino.”  He was a black man.  He replied, “That’s my mother.”  I replied, “You look like you  have no money.”  When he heard me say this, he got really angry.  He took his left foot and kicked my back.  I bent down to get away from him and he kicked me in the shoulder.  I ran into one of the stores and called the police. A lot of good that did me, since the man ran away, and when the police arrived, they didn’t believe anything I said.

So, instead of thinking good memories of my past life, my memories are of the horrible things I’ve suffered in the last four years.

The holidays don’t exist for me anymore.  The holidays are just another day for me to avoid getting beaten, and to ignore all the people who harass me every day.

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Gang Stalking – Nelson Mandela, a man of Dignity.

English: Nelson Mandela in Johannesburg, Gauteng, on 13 May 1998 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

English: A USSR stamp, 70th Birth Anniversary of Nelson Mandela. Date of issue: 18th July 1988. Designer: B. Ilyukhin. Michel catalogue number: 5853. 10 K. multicoloured. Portrait of Nelson Mandela (fighter for freedom of Africa). Русский: Марка СССР Н. Мандела (1988, ЦФА №5971). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Oh, God, I’m so tired of the b.s.  How does anyone survive this for years and years?  They must be very strong people.  I think of Mandela and wonder how he survived 27 years of torture.  He had to work in the mines and put up with things worse  than I’ve ever had to handle.

 

I think of Mandela and I’m awed by him.  After spending 27  years of  inhumane treatment by horrible people, he got his freedom and went on with his life.

 

He became President of  South Africa and  a spokesman for all the people all over the world who were victims of torture.  And not once, not once, did Mandela complain about all his years of torture.  He never really looked back.  He continues to enjoy life and love his family.

 

Mandela, if you haven’t heard, is very sick.  He’s  95-years-old now.  It amazes me that he lived such a long life after all his years of torture. I doubt that if I had to endure the torture Mandela did that I’d still be around.  Even now, with the harassment by the perps, I’m a weakling compare to Mandela.  Mandela forgave those who tortured him.  I can’t say that if I ever get out of this prison that I can forgive my harassers.

 

But Mandela forgave and he’s a better man for having done so. I’m trying to learn from Mandela on how to be more forgiving, because if I don’t forgive, it will be I who will really suffer. It will be I who will be bitter while all the perps carry on with their lives.

 

My wishes go out to Mandela that his health improves.  There are very few men left who have his charisma. We can’t afford to lose a giant like him.  A giant who forgave those who tried to take away his dignity.  But that’s one thing they never did, take away his dignity. He lived a life of dignity and he’ll die in dignity.

 

Mandela, I send you my very best wishes.  I know when you leave this earth, you’re definitely going to a better place. And thanks for being such a great influence in my life.

 

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Gang Stalking – When is this hell going to end?

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Well, there’s a new group of perps in the complex where I live.  A group of perps moved into apartment 114.  The apartment has four bedrooms.  There are about four men and two women living in the apartment. All of them are perps. Every  day, a van picks them up and off they go to their  perping job.  They’re picked up early in the morning and brought back at night.  They all come home with their perp backpacks.

Today as I was walking by one, she did her stupid cough bit.  I turned around, looked at her and coughed right back at her.  She spoke  up saying she didn’t know why I was coughing at her.  She kept talking, but I paid no attention to  what she said. She kept going  on and on as I walked  away.  I finally told her to shut the hell up.  I’m not even polite to the things  anymore.  These things don’t  deserve anything nice from me.

That’s one thing that happened with the things.

Yesterday, as I walked by the area where I live, I saw  someone  standing by my apartment.  I ran toward my apartment to catch the creep.  He was standing  by my open door and he had a machine.  As I got closer and closer,  he turned and saw me.  He quickly took the machine and locked my door.  I got close enough to see the guy who lives in apartment 205 run away.  I went into my apartment to check out what he was up to.  The creep was heating up my apartment with a heater.  The heat in my apartment felt about 500 degrees. I looked around my apartment and left.

I walked back toward the direction I came from, and when got far enough, I hid behind a bush to see if he’d come back.  I peeked to see if anyone was near my apartment, and again, someone was near my door.  I rushed toward my apartment again.  As I got closer, it wasn’t a man this time.  It was the woman from apartment 206.  As I ran toward my apartment, I saw that she was just about to open my door.  But the woman saw me and made believe she was by my door imitating  the exercises I do in my apartment.  I ran up the stairs and by the time I got to my door, she was gone.

These lowlifes  have been given keys.  And I know they’ve all been given keys by the obnoxious maintenance man. I never say anything to him, but he likes to go to the roof and stamp his feet all the time.  And when I need something fixed in my apartment, he will not fix it.  I have to wait for the maintenance man who works on Saturday to fix anything in my apartment.

All these criminals are just running around in my apartment as if they live in it.  All the scumbags that come into my apartment should be behind bars.

Of course, I had no proof anyone was going into my apartment, so I didn’t call the police or tell the office.  The criminals who make themselves at home while I’m gone would just deny they’d been in my apartment.  If I did what these criminals do, I’d be in jail now.

I’m sick and tired of all the criminals  who invade my privacy and do whatever they want in my apartment.

When is this hell going to end?

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

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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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