Gang Stalking – I hope my blog helps someone in the future.

Now they’re really coming after with the computer. I can get into WordPress, but they’ve covered the places where I can get in. As you can see, there’s more than one way to skin a cat. I got in.

If what’s happening to us targets ever comes out into the open, I plan to sue everyone who harassed me. And this includes everyone who did anything to me.

I’ll start with the ACLU. What a bunch of phonies. They’re for everyone’s civil rights except for targets. If this ever comes out into the open, I want everyone to decline the help of the ACLU. It knows what’s going on and has done nothing to help us. I’m sure it will be the first one in line to want us to sign up to sue the government. Don’t have anything to do with the ACLU.

And then there are all the crooked businesses who don’t care about what they do to us. They treat us like crap and we have no choice, but to buy things from them. There are Albertsons. The people who work at Albertsons are the rudest sales people. They are rude, rude, rude. And there’s McDonald.  Another bunch of no goods. Giving us the wrong food, giving it to us raw, leaving the cheese off our burgers, giving us coffee instead of chocolate, etc. And rude, rude, rude, too.

The bus company – The bus drivers make sure that our bus ride is horrific. Making turns to make sure we fall out of our seat. Heating up the seat where  we  sit.  Screeching their brakes to make us fall, closing the door on us before we’re out of the bus, coming to a stop  and making sure that we are 3 or 4 inches from the curve, especially if we have a suitcase, or carrying heavy items, and being rude, rude, rude.

And the Clark County Library – constant harassment, helping the perps with how to hack our computers, always blaming us for everything (nothing is ever anyone else’s fault; always a target’s fault). You’ve read how I’m treated at the library. It’s a constant thing. I’m never not bothered by the guards. The guards make ugly faces at me (I  do it right back to them) and acting like jerks. They never seem to hear all the noise, the chairs missing, all the criminal activity that’s happening in front of their faces, but all I have to do is raise my voice a little, and they run in to tell me that I’ll be thrown out of the library. That’s discrimination.

All the apartment complexes I lived in. I’ve made sure I wrote their names and location so I don’t forget. The torture I have to go through every night and day., allowing perps to run loose in my apartment, destroying my property, trying to basically kill me. They’re the worse of the worse. They belong in jail.

And there are a lot others who’ve made my existence a miserable one. I know what’s happening to us will eventually come out, but as always, it will take years. Things happened in the past with McCarthyism, etc., but it wasn’t found out for 30-40 years, so  it’s always hidden. The government always waits until  everyone is dead to let out information of what happened to American citizens. By that time all the tormentors are dead so are the tormented.

Oh, and how can I forget to include the U.S. government. The government that created the program that toture its citizens. The government that made it possible for crooked people to make our lives miserable while we were alive.

I might not be around to tell my story when that time comes, but I’m leaving behind the history of what I had to suffer. What my life was like while I was alive. I don’t think it will really make any difference to anyone 30-40 years from now, and no will really care, but I’m sure the government will make a fuss about it and everyone will just go on with their lives. But it makes me feel better if someone some day finds my blog and discovers that something that’s happening to them happened to me and they know that they’re not insane and that it happened to someone else.

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Gang Stalking – Zero minus for the way McDonald’s treats its customers.

I had no change to get on the bus, so I went into McDonald’s and bought a chocolate drink to get some change.  The woman asked me, “Do you want whip cream with that?” I said “No.”   The bus is  in  front of McDonald’s so I walked to the bus  stop  after getting the chocolate.   I’d forgotten  to check  my chocolate, took the lid off, and, of course, whip cream. Not only a bit of whip cream, but half the cup whip cream. I walked back into McDonald’s and told the woman I said I didn’t want whip cream.  She said, “Oh.”  with a big smile on her face.  Got another cup of chocolate, tasted it before I went back to the bus stop, nothing but water and a bit of chocolate. Gave it back to the  woman and said, “It tastes like nothing but water.”  Again, she smiled.  I got another cup of chocolate. The woman put it right in front of me.  I tasted it. No chocolate.  It was coffee.  She said, “I put it there for someone else.”  She took it back.  Did not put another cup of coffee out.  Again, I got the chocolate.  Again, lots and lots of whip cream. I gave it back to her again and said, “You want to stand there and play games with me, I can be here all day” She replied, “I work here all day so it doesn’t matter to me if you stand there .”  Got another hot chocolate,  I said, “This is still nothing, but water.”  I decided to leave because I really wanted to ________________. You can put your words in the blank. I don’t want to say what I thought.  I ended up throwing away the watery chocolate before I got on the bus. What I think of McDonald’s and its help I can’t express here. I’d be thrown in jail.  Of course, when I left McDonald’s all the help had big smiles on their faces.  McDonald’s you get a rating of zero minus for the way you treat your customers.

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Gang Stalking – I can’t give my money away.

English: McDonalds’ sign in Harlem. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

349/365 Wireless at last (Photo credit: stuartpilbrow)

A couple of Butchers at work. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lately, it seems I can’t give my  money to anyone.

I have a wireless computer (don’t ever buy one) and the perps broke my battery to it. They broke the part of the battery that connects to the computer.  I can still use my computer if I use my power cord, but I can’t use it when I go out unless there’ s a wireless connection where I’m going.

I went to Office Depot to buy a new battery.  The people at Office Depot seemed nice enough, but I wondered how long it would be before they began treating me like a target.  I no longer go to Best Buy.  Whenever I go into Best Buy no one seems to see me.  It’s like I’m a ghost.  Other customers come in and the sales people say “hi”, but it’s like I don’t exist. So be it. I don’t exist.

I ordered the battery in April.  Today things can be delivered next day, but not if you’re a target.  Everything we order seems to be coming from China, it takes us a long time to get whatever we order.   I waited five days and went to Office Depot to check on my battery.  All the technicians  had “the look”.  The look that says they know I’m a target.  They all gave me a sad look  when telling me my order was still on its way.  So I left the store and had the feeling that my battery would not be coming any time soon.  Sure enough, I went back three days later.  Battery was still on its way.  I asked them if the battery was coming from China. They said no. I went back three days later, the battery was still on its way.  Okay, I decided I had enough.  Delivery of a battery doesn’t take that long.  I told them to cancel the order and return my money.  I have a feeling that they were told to take their time with my battery delivery.

This is the same problem I had with my insurance. I also cancelled my insurance and told them to return my money.

And when I go out to eat, it’s the same thing.  No one seems to want my money.

I go out to eat, and the noise level in the restaurant becomes so loud that I’m surprised anyone can hear himself talk.

But this is the half of it.  When I get my food, it’s usually cold, or has vegetables so old (I think they dig them out of the garbage) that I can taste old.   So I go up to the register and request my money be returned.

I went to McDonald’s one day and ordered a burger to take out.  When I opened the package, they hadn’t bothered to heat it up. The burger was raw and cold.  I went back into McDonald’s and requested they return my money.

And when I go any supermarket and order a special cut of meat, you should see what it looks like.  It seems the people who cut the meat can’t cut straight.  The meat is uneven.  One side is fat, the other very, very thin.  I know they purposely do this, so I go back to the meat counter and return the meat.  I tell them to sell it to someone else.  One day I went to the meat counter and ordered chicken.  That day I wasn’t paying attention and walked out with steak, expensive steak. I would call these people butchers, but it’s too professional a name, and they’re not professionals.

So, it seems no one wants me to spend my money.  It’s okay with me.  If they want to disrespect me , I will continue  to return to them whatever garbage they serve me.

If you’re new to gang stalking, this is the kind of treatment you can expect from service people.

Don’t spend your money in any place where you’re not treated like a human being.  You deserve better.  Don’t give them your money. Keep it.  Don’t let anyone whom you give your money to disrespect you.  Maybe they’ll begin to realize how much money they’re losing.  And money speaks.

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Gang Stalking – Live my life for a week!

Shopping mall (Photo credit: pix.plz)

Imagine There’s No Hunger – Strawberry Fields – Central Park, NYC (Photo credit: asterix611)

hearts aplenty in February (Photo credit: Esther17)

Vons Grocery Hollywood (Photo credit: DonnaGrayson)

I can’t believe that it’s already February.  I guess time flies by when we’re having so much fun. Fun?  What fun?

It happens everywhere I go.  I walk into McDonald’s, Vons, Albertsons, 7-11, shopping mall, bus, and the atmosphere suddenly changes. All these places become loud, bright lights go on, loud chattering, a lot of loud laughter, public address system always goes on, everybody becomes aware that I’ve entered.  It’s like something evil has entered the place. The evil is, of course, me.  And the all the people have to get rid of the evil. And this is done by being noisy.  The noisier the better.  The noisier, the quicker the evil spirit will leave.

This is what I have to deal with every single time I go somewhere.

This is what’s done to people who are not wanted.

You people, who don’t live my live, can’t even begin to know what it is like to live my life.  From reading my blog, you can’t even really feel what I feel.  You might think you do, but you can never know.  Just as I don’t know what life you live, you can’t know mine.

You people are lucky that you’re not  victims of government harassment.  The only people who know what my life is really like are other targets. They know how miserable this life is.

So, while I appreciate someone telling me to be positive about life, I also resent it.  If you can tell me to stop whining, then I know you have absolutely no idea of what my life is really like, because if you did, you wouldn’t say that to me.

This is an absolutely miserable time in my life.  I didn’t know what misery was until the government harassment began.

These people are evil and without a soul.  I know none of them have a soul if they can do to me what they do.

Imagine having someone attached to you 24/7. Imagine never a moment to yourself.  Imagine not even being able to take a shower without that person right next to you. Imagine this happening to you every day of the year without let-up.  That’s my life and the life of every target.

We are living in hell. All of us targets. And someone telling us to suck it up and be positive doesn’t help.  It makes us feel worse. All the positivity only make us realize you out there don’t really understand what’s happening to us.

If only you could live our lives for one week, you would truly understand the hell we live, and  I wonder how long you would last!

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Do you believe in Free-Will?

Can you prove what you believe?

Free will? Yes and no. I believe we have free will up to a certain point. But every day life intrudes on that free will. When we watch t.v., we get messages that influence our thinking.

Let’s say we’re watching t.v., a McDonald’s ad comes on, it shows a lot of people happily eating McDonald’s with their friends.  We’re being influenced by that McDonald’s ad to go out and buy McDonald’s.  We might not like McDonald’s, but the ad is a stimulus.    So in a way, we’re   losing some of our free will if we give in and buy McDonald’s.

If someone is in the military, the government controls everything someone does.  So very little free-will in the military.

If someone has a job,  he has no free-will.  While someone is working, he can’t do what he pleases.  If he does, he wouldn’t be employed too long. Of course, he has the free-will and can quit.

If someone is broke, the money controls him.  Without money you can’t do what you want, so you have very little free-will.

If someone is married, he/she has  responsibility to family.  So, again, you don’t have free-will.  You can’t do whatever you want.  Of course, you have free-will to leave the marriage.

If you’re a religious person, your faith controls you and you  have to follow certain rules.  You can always leave the church and then you have more free-will.

So, everybody has a certain amount of free-will, but none of us has total free-will.

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