Gang Stalking – Targets never give up – fight back

I have a gang of men who harass me at night. They all live within the area of my apartment. On Thursday, I think it was Thursday, someone tried to get into my apartment. It was a bad night for me electronically. I was being hit from every direction. And men stood outside my door making a lot of noise – laughing, yelling, smoking pot. At one point, I heard someone with a key try to open my door. I quickly got up and put a door stop under my door. And I screamed that if someone tried to get in I would shoot him. He stopped. But still, all night long, they made noise. At one point it got very quiet. I opened the door and saw no one by my door. I decided to see what was going on. I walked north because that’s where they always stand so I won’t see them. I saw a man with a bomber jacket and a backpack, a perp. And I turned  south and saw another man with a bomber jacked on with a backpack. I happen to have a bomber jacket and the last few days  I’ve worn it.   They like to imitate me with  the clothes I wear.   And as I looked around, there were strange people walking all over the place. It reminded me of the zombie movies I used to watch – dead people walking around. They made sure that I saw them. They didn’t  hide. I guess they were trying to scare me. After all I’ve been through, there’s very little that scares me anymore. I decided whatever they do, I’m going to give it right back in one way or another. They are not going to intimate me.They’re not going to shut me up. They don’t want me to continue writing my blog. Well, they picked on the wrong woman. I don’t give in easily. New York taught me to be strong (thanks, New York). We New Yorkers don’t lie down and give up. We fight back. And I will continue to fight back every which way I can. I say to you, targets, never give in to the jerks. They don’t deserve you giving up on your life. Keep fighting back.

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Death Of The Working Class In 12 Charts

For you men who like charts, this is for you.

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Gang Stalking – Women of Las Vegas, not interested in seeing your underwear!

I sometimes feel as if I’m living in a time warp. Las Vegas seems to have gone backwards instead of forward. It’s like the 30s, 40s, 50s used to be. Men act macho and the women hanger’s on. The women don’t want to work and are willing to be hangers’ on. They dress as if they’re going to  a brothel rather than work. I don’t know if they’re told to dress this way to attract men to where they are, or if it’s of their own making. Either way, don’t they have any respect for themselves? Why do they sell themselves so short? They are more than the way they dress; but if you visit Las Vegas, you would not think so. You would think that women in Las Vegas are not very educated, smart, hard-working, have children, married, etc. The impression they put out there is none of the things I mentioned.

These women go out of their way to show me how short their skirt is, how low their blouse or t-shirt can show their breasts. Some of them wear their skirts so high, I can see their underwear.

And the men, what can I say about the men? I don’t even know where to start? Most of them look as if they never shower, or take a bath. They also wear short-shorts. What a sight to see! It’s supposed to turn me  men wearing short-shorts and women wearing low-cut blouses. and shaking their booties.

To me, Las Vegas is a lost cause. It has had its day in the sun and needs to change. People are not gambling as much anymore. What they are doing is drinking a lot and going to prostitutes. That’s Las Vegas’ main two attractions. And these two attractions can be found in a  lot of other cities. Cities where there is more than drinking and prostitutes.

Anyway, It’s just a rant for today. I’m getting sick of walking behind women who show me their cheeks. I’m not interested. What I’d like to do to the bitches I can’t say here.

What I’d like to say to them – Stop acting like hookers! Grow up! Go home, clean your homes, take care of your children, make sure they don’t follow your lead in life and  become hookers!

Now, I feel a lot better getting if off my chest. But I’m sure they are not going to stop! They like doing what they’re doing. They think they look sexy.  Oh, pleaseee!!!!!!!

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Gang Stalking – Want to drive a man bonkers!!

Every time I walk toward the library, I have to pass a trellis-like path.  As I walk, there are men and women standing, sitting, imitating what I do when I pass by. They all wait for me to pass  and make a comment. They get paid to do this. If I make a comment, the perp will report it and get an extra three, four bucks in his check.  Plus it’ll become something the  perps can imitate me doing.

Today, I didn’t feel like walking the path, so I found a solitary spot under a light. I can bet that tomorrow that the light will be over run with perps. And if the light is not over run with perps,  every light I pass will have a perp sitting under it. What idiots!!!

This is for women. Men who read my blog don’t get insulted. I heard this on the radio this morning. There is something we women do that drives men bonkers! You’ll never guess what!!!   Who knew? I didn’t.  I’ve made a mistake all this time. I’ve slammed doors on perps for as long as I can remember.  And it’s been making them feel very masculine. The truth is, men hate it when women hold doors open for them! It makes them feel emasculated.  Now that I know this, I will make sure I hold the doors open for all of them, make them feel emasculated. So, women, make sure you hold a door open for a  man perp. Annoy the hell out of all of them!

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Gang Stalking – Apology to my readers.

If you’ve noticed when you read my blog, there are no photos. The hackers removed Zemanta, that’s the free photos provided by WordPress.com. I usually can get into the settings and re-set, but I can’t do it anymore. They’ve also removed photos from readers who make comments on my blog. All that shows is a grey picture. Some readers also complained to me that they can’t get into my blog.

Well, since I use the computer at the library, I’m not allowed to do anything about it. I’m allowed to use the computer, but I can’t make changes to it. I’m lucky I’m able to type my blog. Believe me, typing my blog is a miserable experience. I swear you’d quit if you had to put up with what I have to deal with every day.

As soon as I come into the library, all the perps are waiting for me to get on the computer, so some of them can hit me with electricity, others can hack my computer, make coughing noises, clear their throats non-stop, and a lot of them imitate every little thing  I do. A lot of noise and talking goes on. They’re allowed to make as much noise as they like. The librarians will not tell them to keep quiet. The librarians help them by giving them numbers on stick-it grey notes. I can tell someone is new by the grey sticker they’re using. I see the same perps show up almost every day. Some come once in a while, but I know what all of them look like. And there are idiots, who when they sit next to me, do a lot of laughing, or imitate my strokes when I type, or make a guttural sound, like cavemen.  The men are in different stages of disrepair, and think everything they do is funny!   Most  perps at the library are men.   They come in all sizes, shapes, colors, ages.  Women also show up to hack the computer, but  the same ones don’t show up all the time, but they’re just as bad as the men, if not more annoying.  With a few exceptions, most of the women take care of how they look. They look as if they take a bath. I can’t say the same thing about the men. A lot of them look like hobos.

I’m writing about this because I have no control over the library computers. I can’t change a thing on them, or it’s  good-bye  for me.  So I hope you can understand why I can’t make changes when readers tell me something’s wrong. I apologize.  I hope you’ll keep reading my blog.

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Gang Stalking – Summer, the season of bugs and kids.

sunglasses (Photo credit: Judy **)

London 022 Obese man (Photo credit: David Holt London)

Roaches eating cheesecake small (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As I’ve written before, the worse season for us targets is summer.  Even though, it’s still spring, thing are really bad  in Las Vegas. It’s like summer here.  No one’s wearing a jacket anymore, and all the women are wearing short-shorts.  I told you about the short-shorts already.

As I’m sit here typing, I keep hearing banging on my door again.  The two little kids I told you about are throwing rocks at my door again. This time I’m not going to the office, I’m going to call the police.  What kind of parents do these kids have?  The other day, I saw them pulling branches off a tree planted a few months ago.  The branches are new and it’s going to destroy the tree.  Can you imagine what these two kids are going to grow up to be?  If they don’t learn now about right and wrong, their chances of succeeding in life are slim.  And believe me, it’s not only going to be the problem of the parents, but all of us who have to deal with kids like this.

As I was writing, summer’s a bad month for targets.  You’re going to be seeing a lot of food strewn around where you live.  Make sure that you remove whatever food you see. It’s put there purposely to attract roaches, ants, flies and other vermin. Already they’ve been putting roaches into my apartment.  I’ve had no roaches all year.  I’m very careful I don’t get any, but in the last few days, I’ve seen roaches come from outside and come into my apartment.  I’ve put pesticide all over my apartment and when they get in, they don’t make it for too long.  I see them barely making it inside.  They die.

So I just want to remind you to buy pesticide and put it around the crevices, otherwise, I can assure you, you will spend your summer killing bugs, or calling the exterminator.

Usually the one who bring bugs into your apartment is the janitor. He has access to your apartment and  he’s the one who comes into it and breaks things, puts roaches in it, and does a lot of nasty things.  The owner usually doesn’t involve himself in doing these things, but he’s the one who tells the janitor what to do.

Cover all the crevices, get rid of whatever garbage you see, make sure you don’t have any drips from your faucets (the roaches get thirsty during summer and like it inside by the water), don’t leave any food out, unless it’s in a can.  Put whatever you can into the refrigerator.  Make sure you don’t leave the garbage out at night, if you do, cover it tightly.  Check behind the refrigerator to make  sure that the perps haven’t put crumbs under it. Check  your cabinets to see if  any of your plates have crumbs on them.  Check your pots, a lot of times they’ll put crumbs in pots.

Believe me, I know what I’m talking about.  I’ve spent almost every summer I’ve been a target trying to prevent bugs from getting into my apartment.  I know, summer brings a lot of bugs, but this goes beyond a lot of bugs, it’s an infestation. It’s disgusting what the perps do to make sure your apartment becomes a bug heaven. Don’t let your home become a welcoming place for vermin.

And buy a pair of dark sunglasses so you don’t have to look at a bunch of ample women in short-shorts.  Or hefty men who are shirtless.

(Look at the roach photo above, that should be enough to convince you to be careful.)

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Gang Stalking – How about marching in front of White House naked?

English: World Naked Bike Ride participants at the White House (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: South façade of the White House, the executive mansion of the President of the United States, located at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C. Español: Fachada sur de la Casa Blanca, la residencia oficial del Presidente de los Estados Unidos, situado en 1600 Avenida Pennsylvania en Washington, D.C. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I thought  the things  they were doing to my  computer before were bad, but it’s getting worse now.  I can’t even see my Reader, etc. on WordPress anymore.  All I get is titles and nothing else. I don’t even think I’m on my computer.  The hackers have remotely taken control of my computer.  I notice when I put my computer on, it doesn’t go on right away. It takes about three minutes for the machine to go on.  It takes that long because I have to  connect the  b’s.

As I wrote before, why do they have to hack me?  There’s nothing they can’t see.  All they have to do is go to my blog and the hackers can see everything I’ve typed.  Maybe the idiots think I’m sending secret messages to China or North Korea?  Or maybe Russia? Ooh, bad girl am I.  I’m a spy.

I’ll repeat this again.  What a bunch of idiots!  This is our money that the government is paying these idiots to spy on us.  It reminds me of those old movies where the cops ran into each other and beat up on each other instead of  the bad guys.  A comedy full of idiots.

It’s too bad if I’ve hurt their feelings lately.  I’ve called them a lot of names.  Names they deserve.  I’m calling them names for all of us targets.  When I call them idiots, I do it in my name and all those targets out there who can’t.

Every time I hear the U.S. is free, it turns my  stomach.  All of us targets are going through hell and we can’t get anyone to listen to us.

I don’t know what it will take to open up people’s eye.  Maybe we women (men, too) should march in front of the White House naked?   I’m sure we’d get a lot  of  attention.  This is being done by women overseas and they’ve gotten a  lot of attention.

(The hackers changed my letter style. Notice the difference in the writing? But I’m not going to change it. I’m leaving it as it is).

Yeah, we targets should be proud to be living in the great, free U.S.A.

(Now they’ve switched my writing style again. I knew they would once I mentioned it.  See, I did nothing, problem solved. I didn’t have to do anything.  And I’m sure they’re going to change the letter style again when I finish this blog.)

Who’s for marching in front of the White House naked?  I mean it!

I’m sure we would be arrested and then we can tell the news people our side of the story.  Or, knowing how puritanical the Republicans are, we’d find ourselves in a prison cell.  Either way, we’d get attention.

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Gang Stalking – Women nicer than men? I don’t think so.

A 2007 Alexander Dennis Enviro 500 sporting “DEUCE” fleetname and livery in Las Vegas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Venice in Las Vegas, Nevada (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Infant explorers (Photo credit: hcplebranch)

The whiny cry babies were out in full force today.

I had nothing to do in the last two days, so I didn’t go out.  So, of course, the perps missed me. If I’m not  out and they can’t annoy the hell out of me, they don’t get paid.  Just the thought of going out when I  have nothing to do, has become real hell. I used to go to the park, or go to a movie, or go see an art show.  But those days are over.  Every place I go I’m  so full of angst, that I’d just rather stay home. Staying home is no better, but at least I don’t have to look at their faces.

I had to get on the bus today, and as always, being on the bus is the pits.  Everybody on the bus knows who I am, and as soon as I get on the bus, the perps all perk up, especially the women.  The women start shoving babies in my direction. What prostitutes these women are!  If  they’re willing to abuse their babies, what other things won’t they do?

(I finished typing my blog, but the hackers deleted what I typed. Bastards!  So I have to retype the paragraphs they deleted.)

Well, let’s see if I can remember what I typed?

The women all get their phones out and point them in my direction.  I start feeling the electricity from their phones right away. The men do the same, but the women seem to take more pleasure in hitting me than the men do. All the women begin to talk loudly, even though they’re sitting right next to each other. You would think that they’re sitting miles and miles from each other. They begin playing their radios, and the bus driver doesn’t say anything.  And then they begin imitating everything I do.  I cross my legs, they cross their legs. I touch my hair, they touch their hair.  I get something out to read, they take something out to read. And worse of all, is their smirky smiles. I’d like to wipe their smile off their freaking faces.

And, of course, the bus driver is also doing his best to make my bus ride miserable.  He keeps screeching his brakes, pumping them a lot, and has all the bus lights on, even though it’s a bright, sunny day in Las Vegas and there’s no need for the lights to be on.

When I was younger, I used to hear that the world would be a better place if women were in charge. I used to believe this. I don’t believe it anymore.  As a target, I’ve had a lot of experience dealing with women who are perps.  They are no less mean than the men, and if anything, they’re nastier. And they seem to get more pleasure being nasty.  I’m way over thinking women are better creatures than men.  When it comes to abusing someone, women are just as abusive as men.  And the world would not be a better place if women were in charge.  I think I would fear more for my life if women were in charge.

And for those who believe women are better creatures, good for you. If I were you, I’d watch my back.

Okay, bring it on!

P.S. The Deuce buses above are the ones I ride in Las Vegas.

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Gang Stalking – Not so anonymous anymore.

WordPress (Photo credit: Adriano Gasparri)

NYC – UES: New York University Institute of Fine Arts (Photo credit: wallyg)

English: Brooklyn Museum shortly before sunset on a partly cloudy day. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Peace Belt and Long Hair (Photo credit: StarMama)

I’m having a hard time writing my blog today.  The hackers are all over my blog like bees to honey.  They’ve deleted what I wrote and keep taking me out of WordPress.  But, you know what, the more they mess with my blog, the more I want to write it.  I will finish writing this blog.

My name is Gladys.  I’m known as Neverending1.  I want you to know my name because, even though some of you read my blog, I’m anonymous to you.  If you read my blog, you know the  harassment I suffer, but you really don’t know the real me.

For one, I’m not the mean person  who uses a lot of four-letter words.  I use these words to help me get rid of the anger which builds up inside of me.  It helps me get rid of the anger I feel because of all the harassment I  put up with every day of my life.  I think I’m worse than most targets when it comes to using four-letter fours, but the words help me cope. Thanks for four-letter words.

I have dark brown hair.  My  hair is long, down to my waist.  I wear it in a long braid.  I will continue to let my hair grow long until this gang stalking stops.  I will cut it short the day it does.  When I cut it short, it will let go all the hate I feel for the people who tortured me. I will not carry gang stalking into the next period of my life, because if I do, the haters win. And I will never let them win. Never, never, never!

I went to college in New York – New York University, Marymount College and studied art at the Brooklyn Museum of Art. I really love to paint, but I haven’t painted in years.  Not because I don’t want to, but because my art’s destroyed when I paint.  And nothing upsets me more than having something I’ve painted destroyed.  It’s like they’ve killed a child of mine.

I don’t have any children.  I’m not married, though I’ve been asked several times.  I regret saying “no” to only one man. But we all make mistakes, I guess.  And that’s one big mistake I made.

Now, what else can I tell  you about myself?

Oh, my height.  I’m small, 5′ 1″.  But believe me, I’m taller in a lot of other ways.  And I’m sure you probably want to know my weight.  I’m 110 lbs. soaking wet.  I don’t like to brag, but brag I will, I have a very nice figure.

So what else can I tell you about myself?

Oh, yes, I love to read. I’ll read anything, cereal boxes, ads, anything, just a long as I read something.

I have a weird sense of humor.  I love men who make me laugh, since I’m kind of serious, unless I feel really comfortable with someone.

Well, I guess that’s it.  I don’t know what else to say about myself.  Maybe some day I’ll put a picture of myself in my blog, but for now, I don’t think so.

So I hope you’ve learned a little about me. I’m not so anonymous anymore.

Oh, yes, one last thing, I love my readers, and WordPress.com.

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Gang Stalking – One, two, three – go out and exercise.

A Marine of the United States Marine Corps runs through a creek. Original caption: “Lance Cpl. Anthony M. Madonia emerges from the water during the swimming portion of the triathlon. Marines and Sailors of Marine Security Company and the Naval Support Facility in Thurmont, Md., participated in the Catoctin Mountain Triathlon, July 20.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

If I  don’t go out for one or two days,  I get a little down.  I just want to stay home and not go anywhere.  I don’t want to get dressed,  take a shower, eat.  But I force myself out the door.  I know if I don’t go out and get some exercise, I’ll regret it.  I feel so much better taking a long walk than just sitting on my ass.  Exercise just gives me that extra push.  So if I don’t exercise,  I feel rotten right away.

 

But after being home one or two days, I think of the perps out there just waiting for me  to come out.  And I think that I have to look at their faces and listen to their loud laugh, makes me want to hide. Hide from the world and not have to  put up with their stupidity.  I know what they’re going to do to me. I know in a normal life that I wouldn’t know what’s going to happen to me, but it’s something I would not be thinking about. I’d be thinking about who I’d be meeting; who I’d seeing a movie with;  who’d I’d be  having a nice meal with; clothes I’d buy; getting together with family, friends.  My way of looking at the world was  different.

 

Now, every time I go out, I have to get myself ready to put up with the perps. I have to put myself in a mood so that nothing that they do bothers me.  In other words, I have to become a zombie. I have to let go of all my emotions.  I can’t get angry. I can’t smile.  I can’t speak with anyone.  I have to watch everyone.  I can’t let my guard down for a minute, because if I do, they might steal my phone, camera, money, book, food, cut the handle to my handbag, rip my jacket. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come home and found that they’ve ripped my handbag strap. Or that my phone is missing. Or they’ve taken my camera. Or there’s a ripped in my pants.

 

And when I think of going out after two days of staying home, and think of all the b.s. I have to put up with,  I’d rather go right back to sleep and hide from the world.  Even though being at home isn’t so great, either.  I’m annoyed at home as much as when I go out, but at least at home, I don’t have to look at the perps’ stupid faces.

 

P.S.  I thought you women would enjoy looking at the men. I know I do.

 

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