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Gang Stalking – The gang stalking game; no one is winning.

Lion's head at Kamakura-gu. Eats bad luck away

Lion’s head at Kamakura-gu. Eats bad luck away (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Silhouette of lips

Silhouette of lips (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Page from Babies, Grosset & Dunlap, 1963.

Falling in Love (McFly song)

Yesterday,  I woke up with a swollen lip.  Today, the lip  is swollen even more.  It’s the pesticide they spray on me all the time.  I’m drowning in the stuff.  I can smell it all day, and my clothes have brown spots all over them. Well, I was going to write something else about the clothes, but I think it’s wiser if I don’t give up any of my secrets.

It saddens me that many targets can’t live normal lives.   Instead of targets living life to the fullest, they’re driven to constantly think about how to best protect themselves.  Targets should be working, having babies, getting married, falling in love, taking great vacations, going to school, retiring after years of hard work, getting together with friends for a great meal, getting engaged, starting businesses.    But a lot of us don’t have the luxury of doing any of these things.  We’re lucky if we have one day without a gang stalker harassing us.  We’re lucky if we have a day without anything awful happening to us.  Every day is a “bad luck” day.  We have miserable day after miserable day.  If one day is bad, we can expect the next day to be worse.  It never gets better.

And most of us are alone, because the people in our lives have let us down, or betrayed us.  And there’s no one we can trust, because almost any one we meet is a gang stalker and can’t be trusted.  We can’t seem to get a break no matter what we do.  If we try to be friendly to people we meet, usually they  turn out to be gang stalkers.  We just can’t seem to win.

But if we have it bad, the gang stalkers don’t have it any better.  Once someone becomes a gang stalker, he/she becomes part of the organization he joins and has to follow certain rules.  He/she has to bring his wife/husband, children into the gang stalking life.  If the wife/husband don’t want to become a gang stalker, she/he probably will become a target. And the children have to join to get used to the life that they will probably have to live.  The children are the future gang stalkers and will think nothing of following in their parents’  footsteps.  Gang stalkers are not as free to do what they want as you might think.    The gang stalkers  have people who monitor what they do.   These people make sure the gang stalkers are on the job and not goofing off.  Gang stalkers  get into trouble if they’re caught talking to a target. They  are not supposed to say anything to the targets, because targets have to keep believing what’s happening to them is not real and is the target’s imagination.

Not only are targets not living their life, but gang stalkers have no life, either.  They’re at the mercy of the organization. Any time they’re called, they have to show up to do their job harassing targets. Maybe some day, the gang stalkers will get tired, and confess  to what they’ve done.  I can only hope.

So a lot of misery gets spread around.  Targets and gang stalkers are both losers.  The only ones winning are the top-level people.  The rest of us are all suffering.  Gang stalking makes no sense at all.

Today, if this blog makes no sense, I wrote it half asleep.  I got very little sleep last  night.


Gang Stalking – Turning little children into hooligans.

Traffic slows to a crawl on the Monash Freeway...

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Example of an American grocery store aisle.

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Today I went  to the grocery store.  On the way to the store, the streets were empty.  I was one of two people walking.  And there was no traffic. Maybe one or two cars.  I went into the grocery store.  No one in the store.  I had the store to myself, but within about ten minutes there were from 30-35 people just walking around the store.  They weren’t there to shop.  As always, the gang stalkers were in attendance.  The store became very noisy, as usual.  On my way back home, traffic and gang stalkers were falling over themselves trying to make me aware of their existence;  as if I had to be told. The sidewalk became so crowded, I had to sit down and let them all pass.  Of course, none of them was going anywhere, just there to annoy me. It’s Superbowl Day for God’s sake!  Everybody is home watching football, but not the gang stalkers.  They must do their duty!

I also got a new neighbor.  A man.  A  man who looks like he’s part of the FBI, or some sort of government worker.  He’s not the usual looking gang stalker.  He has a SUV.  I would say the car  cost  is in the neighborhood of $38,000+.  Not my typical gang stalker.  Plus he’s wearing a real leather coat.  And  has written all over him, married family man.  He has those pine smelling looking things attached to his mirror.  He’s next door to record anything I say, and to watch me.  (The other man who usually watches me and hacks my computer seems to be on vacation.)  He has no furniture whatsoever, just a comforter and a pillow on the floor.  No dishes.  Nothing else.  Very temporary.  He’ll disappear soon, and go back to where he came from. I won’t miss him.  Good riddance!

I’ve become so good at judging people.  Not in the judgmental way, but what they’re all about.  I can tell if someone is married, or single.  I don’t even have to look at his hand.  I can tell if they’re part of law enforcement, or not.  There’s a certain way law enforcement people have about them that just gives them away,  even when they try to pretend they’re regular people.

The apartment manager and her husband have their grandchildren running all over the complex.  And I have no complaint with this.  I do have a complaint when they bring them into my apartment.  How do I know they were in my apartment?  There are small footprints all over my kitchen floor.  Small children’s footprints that were put on my kitchen floor with latex paint.  It’s bad enough that he puts footprints all over my carpet, but then to have his grandchildren do the same thing is something else.  I guess he’s training them to become hooligans when they grow older.  And when they get into trouble, they’ll wonder how their grandchildren can be so bad.  They can blame themselves for introducing them into “hooliganism”.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – When do the ends justify the means?

It depends on the situation.  If someone is aiming a gun at me ready to shoot, I have a right to shoot him.  So shooting that person justifies the means. I stay alive.

If I’m married to someone and he has an affair, divorcing him justifies the means.  Or anyway, it does to me.  Once a cheater, always a cheater.  Divorcing the cheater justifies the means.

I don’t think most wars justify the means.  A lot of innocent people end up dead.  And most times, all the killing doesn’t end up justifying the means.  All most wars do is fill up cemeteries with innocent victims.  And those in power usually escape to another country where they live a life of ease.  So most wars don’t justify the means.

So do the ends justify the means?  It all depends on the situation, and what someone wants the outcome to be.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – What film have you seen more than any other? When was the last time you saw it? Who were you with?

I know you want to know about a film I’ve seen more than any other, but there are two films I’ve seen equally. One is “To Kill a Mocking Bird” and the other one is “Casablanca.” Both films I saw within two weeks of each other, which was about two weeks ago.

I could see “To Kill a Mocking Bird” over and over and not get sick of seeing it.  Every year, I see it at least 8 or 9 times.  Each time I see it, it’s like seeing a new film.  There’s usually something in the movie that I missed the other times I’ve seen it.  The last time I saw it, I noticed that Gregory Peck was a lot heavier in the movie than I previously remembered.  And the actress who plays “Scout” was wearing a terrible wig.  Things I missed the other times.

The movie “Casablanca” I’ve seen as many times as I’ve seen “To Kill a Mockingbird.”  To me “Casablanca” is the ultimate love story.  Bergman and Bogart were perfect actors for this film.  They both played their parts so well.  In the movie, they’re in love each other, but because of circumstances, it is a love that can never be.  It takes place in Morocco during the Nazi regime.   Rick is a café owner and Ilsa comes into his café.  They knew each other in the past and by coincidence end up in the same place at the same time.  As they talk about the past, they both realize they’re still in love with each.  But.  Ilsa is now married and waiting for her husband to come pick her up at the café.  I absolutely love this film.  If you get a chance, see it.  See it with someone you love. I absolutely love the old movies, especially those made in the 1930s.  By the way, I visited Casablanca because of this film.

I’ve seen both films at different times with different  people.  The last time I saw both films, I  was by myself.

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