Gang Stalking – Bring it on, perps.

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As you know, if you’ve read my blog, I’ve had a problem getting my ceiling fixed.  Today is day 5, and no one has shown up yet.  I see the people who fix the ceiling walking around doing nothing. But, yet, every time I go into the manager’s office to find out when the ceiling will get fixed, I’m told  the maintenance men are all too busy to come to my apartment.

I don’t trust the people who run the complex.  They are always trying to make my life miserable.

Last night, I heard someone on the roof.  I’m on the second floor and the roof is over me. I kept getting hit with electricity and it was coming from the hole in the ceiling.  I managed to cover the hole with plastic bags. I wouldn’t be too surprised if they’re watching me from the hole.   And I’m sure they’ve installed a camera, that’s why the plaster is paper-thin, so they can see me.

And this morning, I discovered that the video camera on my phone is on.  I didn’t turn it on.  When I discovered it open, I turned it off, but it won’t go off.  Since I can’t turn it off, this is what I did.  I took some cardboard, cut it to the size of camera window, stuck some duct tape on the cardboard, and taped it to the window.  Make sure you don’t put tape on the bottom part, this way you can pick up the cardboard and make changes to your  camera.  Even if the camera stays on, they can’t see what I’m doing.  I’m giving you this tip so that  if this ever happens to you, you can protect  yourself. You can never be too careful.  The camera came on every time I hit menu.

By the way, have you ever noticed that the perps always have the same phone you do?  That’s to make it easier for them to hit you when you’re walking around and to hack your phone.

We targets constantly have to be on guard for whatever the perps do to us.  It’s a constant game of who is going to win.  I won this round.  They can’t see me anymore, but I’m sure they’ll come with another way to watch me.  I’m ready for whatever comes. It’s an exhausting game, but we can’t let them win.  With each win, they have to come up up with something else. By winning, we keep them busy.

Bring it on, perps.  I’m ready for whatever you throw my way.

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Gang Stalking – I walked away.

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Warning:  What I’m going to write about is not a nice subject, so be forewarned.!!!

This happened about six or seven days ago.  I don’t remember how many days it is.  I was so angry when it happened, I couldn’t write about it.  I had to take a few days to calm myself down. And now, I’m able to write about what happened.

I was standing by Albertsons trying to find some money in my handbag.  I was by a side of Albertsons where no one goes. While looking through my bag, a man came along and stood in front of me.  I kept looking for my money and finally found it.  I looked up to see a man who had a broken leg and was on crutches.  I looked at him and he looked at me. He began talking, but I didn’t hear anything he said. I looked at him with no expression on my face.  While we looked at each, he took his right arm, reached down to his crotch and began playing with his “privates.”  He looked  me and smiled a creepy smile.  I stood expressionless.

I thought to myself:  should I say something?  should I keep quiet?  should I find something and break his other leg so he won’t be able to walk?  Or take my pointy shoe and hit him in his crotch?

The man kept talking and touching himself  and I just stood there.  It wasn’t that I was afraid to say anything, I just didn’t know what to do.

I decided to turn around and walk away.

This is not the first time this happened to me.

About a year or so ago, this same thing happened.

I was in Wal-Mart standing in one of the aisles looking for something I needed.  I saw a man standing by me, but paid no attention to him. But I kept getting a creepy feel, so I automatically turned  and saw the man playing with his “privates.”  He looked at me and smiled.  I gave him a nasty look and called him a pervert, and walked to another aisle.  He followed me to the other aisle and kept playing with himself.  I again called him a pervert and left the aisle.

About ten minutes later, I was outside the women’s room waiting to go the bathroom.  And guess who came along? The pervert. He just stood watching me.  Two men came out  of the bathroom and he said something to them.  They were friends.  They all began laughing.  One of the other men  also began playing with his “privates.” They all kept laughing and seemed to be enjoying themselves.  I walked away without saying anything.

But for the following week, everywhere I went,  men played with their “privates.”  A lot of little boys, too. Little Mexican boys who were doing it in front of their mothers, and their mothers laughed, too.

That means that the perp went to his weekly meeting and told everybody what he did to me. That’s how bold these sickos are. They don’t care what they do to us, as long as they get attention and applause from other perps.

Maybe I shouldn’t even be writing about this. Maybe what happened to me a year ago will start all over again.

But I thought I should write about it, because I want to warn others about what to expect of the perps.  I want they to know that they can expect everything and anything from the sickos who harass us.

So that’s why I walked away about seven days ago. I didn’t want the perps to have something to report about what I said.

I wonder if such an act is against the law?

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Gang Stalking – Thrown out of store.

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Today, about four hours ago, I was thrown out of  a store.

I went into the store to get some groceries.   When I went into the store, the store was  empty.  Within two minutes of entering the store,  about eighteen people entered all at once.  They weren’t together.  It’s  really strange to have all  those people entering  at once.   Of  course, all perps.  None of them  got any groceries.  They all got a soda  or water and stood in line.   Of course, they waited for me to finish my shopping before getting in line. As soon as they saw me coming, they all got in line.  There was  only one cashier and the line was very long.  The perps were laughing and looking at me and making  remarks.

I tried as hard as I could to keep my mouth shout and not say anything, but I opened my mouth and began to tell them all off.  Of  course, they looked at  me and gave me the look they always do.   The look  that says “what’s  your problem?”     They always act so innocent, because  they want me to think I’m crazy and there’s nothing going on.

But all the freaks were laughing and looking at each other and having a good old-time making fun of me.

While the perps were all laughing, another cashier opened his register. I ran over to the cashier. While I was waiting to pay,  he made a few nasty remarks and I responded in kind. Two women were in front of me and gave me dirty looks.  I gave them dirty looks back, and both began saying nasty things to me. I told them off, too.  The women paid and stood by the register talking to the man.  The man turned to me and said, “I won’t be ringing up your order today. Come back another day.”

I replied, “Oh, it’s okay. I won’t be coming back here again.”

One of the woman replied, “Oh, good.”

As I walked out the store, I gave the cashier  the finger and told him to drop dead.

The freaks all act as if they’re  so perfect and happy.

Yeah, I know they’re all miserable people.  If they weren’t miserable people they wouldn’t be doing what they’re doing. They’d be somewhere else living their lives. But, no, they’re were all in the store trying to tear me down, and make themselves feel better.

I wish every one of the miserable bastards would go to hell.  They’re all worthless pieces of shit.

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Gang Stalking – It makes me angry I have to live my life alone.

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Sometimes, I get really, really angry that every day I have to wake up to the miserable life I’m living. I know my day will be one miserable hour after another.  I know wherever I go someone will be around trying to abuse me. Someone I never met, and never will, will feel free to mistreat me in any way he/she feels.

It makes me angry that I can’t  have any friends.

It makes me angry that I no longer have a family in my life.

It makes me angry that I can’t get a decent job.  A job where there is no workplace mob.

It makes me angry that I can’t find a place to live where someone will not torture me.

It makes me angry that anything I value someone steals.

It makes me angry that there’s no place I can go where no one will not know me.

It makes me angry that I have no privacy in my home. I’m even watched in the bathroom.

It makes me angry that everywhere I go some perp watches everything I do.

It makes me angry that I can’t have a relationship with a man.

It makes me angry that I can’t enjoy the holidays.

It makes me angry that I can’t travel to get away from the perps.

It makes me angry my computer’s hacked, my phone.

It makes me angry my mail’s read before I get it.

It makes me angry every package I receive someone opens.

It makes me angry I can’t buy clothes that won’t be torn, or stolen .

It makes me angry that my apartment’s broken into every single day.

It makes me angry I have to put up with the government’s harassment, and I haven’t done a damn thing.

It makes me angry that the U.S. government is not what everybody thinks it is.

It makes me angry that the U.S. is not free.

It makes me angry that U.S. is full of liars.

It makes me angry that the U.S. government is so corrupt.

It makes me angry that no one believes what’s happening to me and others.

It makes me angry that I live in a place full of sheep.

It makes me angry that I can’t get help from police, ACLU, FBI, police.

It make me angry that I trust no one.

It makes me angry that I have to live my life alone.

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Gang Stalking – Oh,I just love my life!

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On  Tuesday, December 18, I told you that I take a knife to bed with me, because of all the creepy people walking around. I came home today, and I went to my kitchen shelf to get the knife I use to cut things.  The knife is gone. I guess the perps made themselves at home  and took my knife. Well, perps,  this is not the knife I take to bed. The knife I take to bed with me goes everywhere with me. I thought you’d steal my knife, and I was right.  Did you take my knife so I can’t protect myself?  Believe me, perps, I don’t need a knife to protect myself.  I’ll claw your eyes out if I have to protect myself.

 

 

These horrible people just never stop.  They’re like a bad disease that only gets worse each day.  Just when I think that maybe the disease is getting better, it starts up again.  And that’s  the same way the gang stalkers are.  A disease that never lets up.

 

I’m on Facebook with a woman who basically goes  through the same things I do.  She complained yesterday about what happened to her sweaters.  She bought a few new sweaters and hid them under her stairway.  She lives  in Colorado and it’s  getting very cold.  She went to her stairway to get her sweaters and all the sweaters were gone.

 

This is the kind of crap, we targets have to put up with all the time.  Something is always missing; stolen by the gang stalkers.  I think we targets spend more time shopping than we do anything else.  Shopping to replace  everything that’s been stolen by the perps.

 

We plan a day out, and it’s always spoiled by the perps.  We can’t go out because they’ve taken our money, the clothes we were going to wear,  the appointment’s been cancelled, people don’t show up, etc., etc., etc.  Always some crap, that no matter how we try, we can’t accomplish.

 

Just like today, I had to go to the pharmacy to get some pills for my slightly elevated blood pressure.  I stood in front of the register waiting for the pharmacist to get my medication, and I began to feel electricity hitting me.  I turn around and  a man’s behind me, with his hand hidden in his pocket.  I said something to him about the electricity.  He looked at me and said  he did nothing to me.  He turns to everyone, as usual, and talks to them, telling them that he’s innocent. That he’s done nothing.  He looks at  me and tells me  that if I don’t shut up, he’s going to get his grandma and girlfriend to beat me up.  I say to him, “Why don’t you beat me up yourself?   He looks at me and said, “You’re a woman, that’s why.  I don’t beat up on women.”  I look straight into his eyes and say, “Well, aren’t you just the man.”   He told me to shout up.  I say, “You’re going to get your grandma and girlfriend to beat me up.  How’s that different from you beating me up yourself.”  He said, “I told you, I don’t beat up on women.”

 

All the time that we’re in the store, he’s telling everyone that I’m crazy, and putting on his innocent face.  Typical gang stalking tactic.  Most of the people who were in line were also perps, and were shaking their heads agreeing with him.

 

I got my medication and he said, “I hope I don’t catch you outside because I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

 

A real gentlemen, isn’t he?

 

Oh, I just love my life.

 

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Gang Stalking – An example of loving parents(?)

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I have nothing on my calendar for today, so I decided to stay home.  I went outside and stood in front of my door and leaned on the riling.   Within a minute, a couple from downstairs sat down on the steps facing my apartment.  The man held the baby in his lap, while his wife played with her phone.

Oh, yeah, I thought to myself.  You think I’m going to become your target. Think again.

I went back into my apartment and got the little thing I use to protect myself.

I went outside and the woman was laughing, and so was her husband.

Both of them just thought it was hysterical that they were up to no good and thought I didn’t know what they were up to.

I took my thingajig and hit right back.  I aimed for the man’s p—s.  He began laughing even more, so I knew I was getting him.  The woman also had her legs spread and I aimed for her. Both of them laughed even more.  The man put the baby down  between his legs.  I definitely knew I was getting to him.  I’ve seen men jump when I aim for their p—s.  They both kept laughing.  I could tell that they were not enjoying getting hit back.

Finally, the man let the baby go and put his hand between his legs. The woman paid no attention to the baby whatsoever. She was too busy trying to hit me with her phone.  Neither one of them paid any attention to what was going on with the baby on the ground.  Both of them were too busy laughing and trying to target me.  The baby is between 6 – 8 months old and this is how they protect him.

The man had enough, so he picked up his son and went inside.  The woman stayed outside and kept trying to hit me. Her husband came out and told her to come inside.

I thought that was the end.

The man stayed inside, but the woman came out again.

She came out with the baby in a carriage.  She sat down on the steps, and put the carriage, with the baby in it, in front of her.

Don’t you just love how caring these parents are?  They put the baby in harm’s way to protect themselves.

First, he put the baby between his legs to protect himself, and then she puts the baby in the carriage and hides behind him.

And then we wonder why kids grow up to commit crimes.

It is parents like these who create criminals.  Criminals who grow up to ruin neighborhoods no one wants to live in.

P.S. This is about the 11th time, I’m trying to repost this, I hope it works this time. Thank God WordPress saved it for me. Thanks, WordPress. Hugs.

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Gang Stalking – Don’t be fooled by a man in a wheelchair, targets.

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Yesterday, as I walked around my complex, a black man watched  and followed me wherever I went.  I began to feel my hair stand on its end.  I know this feeling well.  An intuition I get that someone is up to no good.  So I went into the office and complained about the man.  He does not live in the complex.  The complex manager  immediately got up  and acted solicitous (big phony).  I knew right away I should’ve  handled it myself.  So she got her radio and walked around to find the man.  I met her halfway and she said, “I didn’t see anybody.”   She implied that there was no man and I was making it up.  Of course, I knew what was going to happen the next day.

So, today is the next day.  I step out of my apartment, and what is the first thing I see?  A creepy looking, tall, black man wearing all black and a scarf tied around his head.  He wasn’t just walking by.  He purposely walked by.   If they know you’re coming out of your home, they’ll put gang  stalkers outside your apartment.  These people will be told to wait until you come out and play their part of just walking  by.  They act like extras on a movie set.  When they’re told to walk on, they walk on.  It’s an act they do.

I don’t care what color someone is.  If my hair stands up on end, I’m going to be very careful.  A  man can be white, green, yellow, blue, and if  my hair stands up on its end, I’m going to watch him.  It has nothing to do with color.  A lot of black men  gang stalk me, but I never got the feeling I got yesterday.  The man following me would have given anyone the creeps. So now I know that everywhere I go, a black man will be following me.

The complex manager reported what I told her to the monitor right away.  The monitor passes it on to every gang stalker who works for  him.  It doesn’t take long for something that happens to a target to get around.  Within minutes, all the gang stalkers know what the new  thing  is they should do  to a target.  And everything new  gang stalkers report, they get paid for.  Their job is to gang stalk a target, and to report anything new about a target. They get money for reporting every little, new thing.  It doesn’t matter what it is.  It’s new and it’s something else they can harass you about.

Today, I also passed a white man who always comes out when he knows I’m outside. He’s in a wheelchair and  makes believe he just happened to be outside.    He saw me and said, “Why, hello.  How are you doing?”    At that moment, I just got so pissed off putting up with these lowlifes,  I looked at him and said, “Don’t talk to me, you phony.  Why don’t you go drown yourself somewhere?”   That might seem like a mean thing to say to someone who is in a wheelchair, but you have to be in my shoes to know how I feel putting up with phonies like these.  They’re worse than people who we know are gang stalkers and act like gang stalkers.  The ones who are “real nice” are despicable.  They want to get to know you so they can report everything  you do.  So as I said, I hope he goes and drowns himself.  And don’t think because someone is in a wheelchair that he’s not a gang stalker.  There are plenty of people in wheelchairs who are gang stalkers.  And they’re just as evil as the ones walking around.

And tomorrow when I go out, I expect to see a wheelchairs.

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Gang Stalking – We targets will never forget!

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Today as usual, I went out and checked the area around my apartment.  I do this every time I leave home, or in the morning when I get up.  The front of my apartment looked all right.  No cigarette butts, no paper, no twigs, no dog poop.  There isn’t a day I go out there that there isn’t something someone put in front of my apartment.  But nothing today.  I went around to the side of my apartment and I see something.  Close up, dog poop again.  The gang stalkers put the dog poop on the side of my apartment to draw ants to it. They probably didn’t think I’d look at the side.  Wrong they were.  I picked up the dog poop with a plastic bag I have to put things strewn around my apartment.  I did not put the poop in the garbage.  I put it somewhere else.  I’m not saying where, but you can guess where.  Why let good poop go to waste?

Also, today, as I was walking to get my mail, I passed a man who lives about 8 doors from me.  The man is an alcoholic.  I used to see him come home from work and see him struggling to put his key in the hole.  It took him a while to do it.  Sometimes a neighbor would offer to open it for him, but he always refused.  Then one day, he must have decided to get sober.  I watched him go from a guy with a paunch to a slim version of himself.  He looked healthier, handsomer, no big tummy.  He easily opened his door without a problem.    And then about 6 months ago, he began drinking again.  His sobriety did not last long.  The man is back to having trouble opening his door.  He’s never spoken a word to me, nor I him.  But while he was sober, he would always give me dirty looks every time he passed me. I never said anything.  Today, as he passed me in a drunken stupor, he called me “a fucking bitch” and kept rambling something about me.  I paid no attention and kept on walking.  I used to feel bad for this man, I no longer do.

I was watching a video on YouTube from a target.  The video was of a man who has been a target for over 15 years.  He shot his video as he walked along a highway.  He looked tired, his eye were sunken in, his hair disheveled, his skin blotchy.  He spoke as he walked along the highway.  He spoke of being followed 24/7, being driven from his home, losing his family, his job, and having no friends.  He spoke about how he’d gone from being a good-looking guy to one who’s losing his hair due to lack of nourishment and the abuse he has to suffer every day.  He said he was now homeless and had no place to go.  I could feel the suffering he’s going through.  It made me cry that someone like this man has to be degraded to such a low point in his life. I could tell by the way he spoke that’s he’s an educated man, but to see him in the video you’d never believe it.  This is what’s done to us targets.    Abused and degraded by a bunch of lowlifes who will do anything to destroy us for whatever sick reason they’re doing it.   I think about him and hope that he’s able to get some help.  That’s he able to get his life in order and recover from the abuse.   The gang stalkers are dirt bags who should be in  jail.  They should suffer the same abuse as we’re experiencing. We targets will never forget what’s  been done to us.  And we will get our day in court!

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – What’s worse, extremely cold weather or extremely hot weather?

Did any of you the hear the story about the “Sun and the Wind”?

It’s a story about the sun and the wind having an argument about which one was stronger. The wind said it was stronger than the sun, and the sun said it was stronger than the wind.

While they were arguing, a man wearing a cloak walked along the road. So the wind said to the sun, “Let’s see who’s stronger?” They decided the winner would be one who could make the man take off his cloak. So the wind went first, he blew and blew at the man’s cloak. This made the man pull his cloak tighter around him. And no matter what the wind did, he couldn’t make the man take off his cloak. And then, it was the sun’s turn. The sun turned on his rays, and made the man hotter and hotter. The man got too hot and took off his cloak. So the sun was the winner.

To me, in winter you can turn on the heat and it gets warm. And summer when it comes with its hot, hot sun rays can wear you down very easily.

So the sun is worse. It can burn your skin within fifteen minutes and give you lots of wrinkles. Wrinkles you certainly don’t want.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Sometimes I have to remind myself there are a “few” nice people out there.

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I was waiting at the bus stop and looking in my bag for bus fare. A man stood by and  kept looking at me. At one time if a man looked at me, I thought he was looking at me because he thought I was attractive. Nowadays, when a man looks at me, I assume it’s because I’m going to be his target. So I looked back at the man and gave him a nasty look, and returned to my bag to look for my weapon to zap him for when he zapped me. I took some coins out of my bag, and a dime fell out. I bent down to pick it up, the man beat me to it and picked it up to give  me. I said “thank you ” and continued to look for coins. He still stared at me, and I was getting annoyed. He leaned over and handed me something. I looked at it, and it was a bus pass for the rest of the day. I was so surprised I had a hard time blurting out “thank you.” He got on the bus, and I followed. He sat down, and I went over and thanked him again. What a nice man he was. I’m so used to being abuse,  I never think someone might be a good person.

I got on another bus, and the bus driver asked me what my shirt said.  So I let him look at it. My shirt states”Targeted Individual by U .S. Government since 2009″. He asked me what exactly did it mean. I explained to him that I’m harassed  by a group of gang stalkers who get paid by the  government. I told him I was on a list of people the government considers violent and dangerous,  and there were more than half million of us on the list. He kept asking me questions, and said I didn’t look dangerous. I told him I wasn’t dangerous, and  have  never been in any trouble, but someone reported me to the government as being a danger to U.S. security, and that’s how I got placed on the list.  He seemed to believe me (I don’t know if he really did), but it was nice to have someone listen to what I had to say.  He was the first person to ask me about the shirt. A lot of people look at it, but never ask me any questions.  They look at me as if I’m crazy.

So two nice men in one day.  I guess there are still nice people in the world; I just have to remind myself constantly they exist.

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