Gang Stalking – Don’t trust the cashier.

They did it again. I have only myself to blame. I should know better than to trust any cashier.  Every time I go to  the supermarket the cashiers always do something to me. They’ll add an item I didn’t buy, leave out food, put holes in my bags, etc. Yesterday, I bought some pork chops. The pork chops cost $7.00+. I usually double-check to make sure everything is in my bag, but I was very tired and it had been a very hot day. All I wanted to do was  get home and put on the air conditioner. So I didn’t double-check the items. I got home put my things away and looked for the pork chops to cook. No pork chops. This is no tragedy, but it’s very annoying. I thought of going back to the store, but the heat just convinced me to stay put. So I didn’t get my pork chops and I was out $7.00+.

It gets very expensive to always be buying things over and over.  Not only that, it’s annoying to go to the store and always have to double-check everything I buy, because if I don’t, something will not be in my bag when I get home. I’m going back to the store today and see if I can get my pork chops. I have a feeling that they’ll say that nothing was left by me or anyone else. That’s always what they tell me. I must have taken it home, or its in my bag. I don’t think that I can ignore smelly pork chops in my bag.

I know this is no earth-shaking thing to happen to someone, but it’s the pettiness of the cashiers that get to me. How can anyone be so petty?  Would they like something like this to happen to them? Would they be annoyed to be going back to the store day after day to get something  purposely left out by a cashier? I don’t think they would. It’s too bad I can’t do the same thing back to them, because if I could , I would. So if they tell me nothing was left, I’ll be out $7.00+. I know that’s not a lot of money, but after a while, all the money I’ve spent on items I didn’t get add up to a lot of money.

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Gang Stalking – Enter TSA contest and win $5,000 from the government.

Targets, do you need to make some money?  Here’s a way how to put some money in your pocket.  And, hopefully, you won’t be denied payment.

The Transportation Security Administration wants some ideas on how to make it a more efficient system.  It is a contest to see what person can come up with the best idea to make it better.  The award will be at least $5,ooo for the best idea. And smaller prizes for the next best solutions. So think hard about how you can improve Transportation Security Administration and send them your ideas. You might just win $5,000. Wouldn’t you like to put $5,000 into your bank account? And if you win, you can feel better about getting  money from the government.

Enter on online: http://www.innocentive.com/ar/challenge/9933343.

So make sure you enter. You got nothing to lose.  And you might just win $5,000 from the government. Good luck! I’m definitely going to enter.

Oh, you have until August 15 to enter.

 

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Gang Stalking – Today, no money from my flesh.

Hi, everyone, no blog today. I don’t have the patience it will take me to write my blog. I’ve been in the library about 10 minutes and I can tell you listening to the pigs makes me want to scream, so I think it’s best that I leave when I feel that way, otherwise, I’ll be thrown out of the library and I won’t be able to stay in touch with all of you.

Have a good day all. I hope your day is better than mine.

Let the lowlifes find another way of making money. Today, they’re not going to make money off my flesh.

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A Poem to Mr. Psychologist

This is what I think of psychologist, too.

No More Stealing by Government? A Long-Overdue Attack on Asset Forfeiture

Your government at work.

International Liberty

Since I’m a public finance economist, I realize I’m supposed to focus on big-picture issues such as tax reform and entitlement reform. And I do beat those issues to death, so I obviously care about controlling the size and power of government.

But I like to think I’m also a decent human being. And this is why I get even more agitated when politicians and bureaucrats engage in thuggish behavior against comparatively powerless citizens.

Some of the worst examples of government thuggery are the result of “asset forfeiture,” which happens when governments confiscate the property of people who haven’t been convicted of any crime. Heck, sometimes they’re not even charged with any crime.

*Such as when the government wanted to steal someone’s truck because a different person was arrested for drunk driving.

*Such as when the government tried to steal the bond money a family has collected to bail…

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Gang Stalking – Party time for the roaches.

English: The main room of a studio apartment in Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA. A small alcove is partially visible to the left near the computer; not shown are the small bathroom, kitchen, and entry way. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, isn’t life just wonderful in Perplandia? Every day,  some new thing pops up.

I tried to move my refrigerator to clean underneath it. I discovered that they’ve put something on the back of the refrigerator to keep me from moving it. It’s a long metal piece attached to the back of it. They know that I know that they make holes in the back of the refrigerator and then put crumbs underneath the refrigerator to attract roaches. They’re making sure that I don’t get a look at the back. I wouldn’t be surprised if the wall is full of holes. That’s what they always do, add a lot of holes. And I can just imagine how many roaches I’m going to get. I can see the roaches coming out and partying “hey, its party time!” They’re going to be happy little roaches. I’m beginning to appreciate my cold apartment. Roaches hate the cold, so maybe they’ll all stay away.

I wrote about how big my closet is. What I didn’t tell you, because the perps deleted my blog, that I can fit a small bed in the closet.   The hackers didn’t like that part, so they erased the blog. And when I re-wrote it, I forget  that I can fit a bed in it. I was even thinking of sleeping in the closed. I thought it would be safer for me than being out in the open, as I am now.

I forget to tell you about the furniture I acquired in my new apartment. When I rented the apartment,  the manager asked me if I wanted to pay an extra $25.00 a month for furniture. She told me I’d get a bed,  side tables, a kitchen table with two chairs and lamps.  I never got the lamps. Anyway, I’ve gone to the office several times to find out when I’m going to pay the $25.00.  The manager keeps telling me not to worry about it. It’s been taken care of. What exactly does that mean?  I don’t know what’s going with me getting free furniture. It makes me suspicious. Are they going to hand me a bill when I leave this apartment that’s enormous?  Or  making the apartment I’m in now, a target apartment? I think something’s up, but what, I don’t know. You, out there in Perplandia, do you have any ideas of what it might be? Should I trust the manager?  Or do you think something’s up? Thanks.

The library is full house again. I’m keeping  the economy going with all the people they hire to perp me. Imagine if I weren’t in the library, they’d all be unemployed.

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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 – Customer’s always right…

Young Couple Sleeping (Photo credit: epSos.de)

Walk away(Wong Kar-Wai) (Photo credit: lo_lozd)

English: real don’t tread on me Français : le vrai “ne me marche pas dessus” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m  so sick of  all the  nonsense we targets  have to put up with.  Just  trying to type this sentence is sickening.  The hackers keep moving my cursor all over the place.  They keep erasing what I type.  I’d like to see them face to face and really see how brave they are. They’re  probably a bunch of whining little twerps.  Little twerps that I could probably put down very easily.  They hide behind the computer and think they’re so brave.  They think because they have control of my  computer, they have  control over me.  They have control of my computer, but they have no control  over me.

I’m totally sick of the twerps and the perps.  It’s funny.  The words are so similar.

I can’t go anywhere there isn’t a bunch of  perps doing something to me.

The other day, for instance, I had to go to the insurance company because I had a problem with the billing.

I had to go to four different places because none of the companies would give me a direct answer.

I walked into one office and there was a receptionist at the front desk.  As soon as I began speaking with her, two other women immediately came to the  front. One of  the women had a low-cut sweater.  As soon as she saw me, she bent  down and began running her finger up and down the crack  of  her breast. (And she had a smirky smile on her face.)  I  wanted to reach over and shove  her hand right  in her mouth.  But I kept my cool.  And the names I wanted to  call the sluts, I can’t repeat here.

Everything is so funny to these people.  Everything.

Well, I decided I’d had enough of the insurance company.  I  told them to cancel my insurance.  I’ve had  enough of  corporate companies treating us like dirt. They think  they don’t need our business and can just treat us any way they want.  There are a lot of us targets out here and we’re worth money.  Even if the government tells them to treat us like dirt, it doesn’t mean they have to.

I don’t want to tell anyone what to do, but don’t let anyone treat you like you’re a piece of shit.  You’re a decent human being and you should be treated like one.  No one has the right to step on you.  No one has the right to put you down and make themselves feel like they’re superior to you, especially if they’re taking your money. Cut off business with any company  that can’t satisfy your needs, whatever they are.  And don’t  let any company bully you.  If they want your business, let them work to get it, as they do with everybody else.  And if you walk into a company and you’re treated rudely, walk out and tell them why.  We’re the customer and the customer’s always right.

Don’t let them tread on you.  They need us more than we need them. Let them sleep with the government, and I mean that in more ways than one.

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Gang Stalking – A victim of torture will not always stand up for the rights of others.

Pay Phone (Photo credit: Kichigai Mentat)

Civil Rights, Civil Means (Photo credit: Village Square)

insurance broker (Photo credit: Elva Keaton)

I had to call an insurance company to get insurance.  The complex where I live requires tenants  have insurance.   I don’t really need insurance.  I own absolutely nothing of value.  If I did, the perps would steal or rip it apart.

I had to go to the public pay phone to make  the call to the insurance company.  I have  a phone, but I can only make emergency calls, or if my phone works,  it’s disconnected constantly by the hackers.

So I don’t even bother with my phone. I don’t want to end up with ulcers.

I went to the public  pay phone by 7-11. This is about the only phone left I can use.  All the others don’t work, or disconnect me after a few minutes.

I got in touch with the insurance company and was talking with the agent when I noticed someone standing by listening to my conversation and taking photos of me.  I took out my phone and began taping the person.  He saw me doing to him what he was doing to me and got angry.

He said, “Are you taking pictures of me?”  I  replied, “I’m just doing what you’re doing.”

“You better stop taking pictures of me,” he said.

He got on his phone and began to dial 911.

I said, “You’re outside. I can take photos of  you; you’re out in public. And when someone is out in public, he has no privacy rights.”

As I was speaking a woman came out.  He immediately began complaining to the woman that I was taking pictures of him. She didn’t say anything and took out her camera to tape me.

They walked away, and then about a minute later, they both returned.  She took pictures of me, and he said, “You’re crazy. You’re crazy.”   They stood looking at me, trying to get a reaction out of me.

While the woman took photos, I posed for her in a model-like way.

They  both got angry  that they weren’t getting to me, so the man walked over and clicked my call off.

I told the man to get away from me.  And he’d better pay me for the money I put in the phone.  He answered, “That’s my money? I said, “Your money?  How’s that your money?”   “It’s my money,” he replied.

I got angry and told him to get away from me.

The man was extremely girlish.  A gay man.

And you’re probably wondering what gay has to do with anything.

Well, here was a man who probably’s been harassed his whole life, but he was harassing me.  He did not think it was wrong for him to perp me.

Which proves that just because someone has been a victim of torture that he’s not going to become a torturer of someone else.

It makes me angry that people like him and others who’ve suffered think nothing of going after us targets.

All my life I’ve fought for gay rights, civil rights for all people, and when it comes time for these people to step up and fight for the rights of others, they’re nowhere to be  seen.

From now on, all I’m care about  is my rights and the rights of other targets.

All those other people have others fighting for them, but no one is fighting for us targets.

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Gang Stalking – We have no heroes today, just wimps who act like assholes.

Assholes (Photo credit: DogFromSPACE)

Liberty (Photo credit: Sarah Shelmidine)

A mini Wells Fargo bank branch inside of a Pavilions grocery store in Anaheim Hills, California (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Peter F. Rothermel’s “Patrick Henry Before the Virginia House of Burgesses”, a painting of Patrick Henry’s “If this be treason, make the most of it!” speech against the Stamp Act of 1765 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have to start with this, so I apologize if I insult anyone.  Bastards! Bastards!  Bastards! Bastards!  Every one of the perps is a worthless piece of human waste.  I can’t say why I wrote this, because you know how they are. If they know they’ve gotten to us in any way, they’ll keep doing it.

Well, finally, a man came to repair the holes in my ceiling.  He came with another man who did the stupid “cough” routine.  I kept my mouth shut, but I silently hoped he choke.

And my Wells Fargo is back to normal.  My account no longers automatically goes into checking.  And my savings account is now second when I go to the ATM to take money out.

But Wells Fargo is full of Nazi perps.  Now when I go to the bank to use its computer, it says that the computer is out of service. I, of course, know better and pay no attention.  I proceed to go to my account and it works.  I didn’t even bother to ask the assholes who work there about what’s the matter with the computer.  They  would all act as there’s nothing wrong with the computer.  And they’d all look at each other with that stupid look they give each when it concerns anything that has to do with  targets.  Of course, the loud music begins to play, every one of  the perps begin to laugh loudly, and everyone is just happy, happy.  Oh, what  wonderful people they think they are.

They should see things from my side.  A bunch of scumbags who don’t know their ass from their mouth.  A bunch of sheep who do whatever the government tells them to do.  None of them is able to think for himself/herself.  If the government tells them to wear bright orange, orange is it for all of them.  If the government tells them to say a certain word, that’s the word they’ll all use.  If the government tells them to mimic me in a certain way, they  mimic me in the way they’re told.  Walk, talk like a monkey.  All of them acting out their parts.  All of them acting like fools.  All of them acting like their brain size is minus two. No, make that a zero.

I wish I had some other  place to put my money.  But it doesn’t matter what bank we put our money in, because it’ll be the same  damn thing done to us wherever we go.  I can’t leave my money at home, the perps would break into my apartment and steal it. Either way, I lose.

What’s occurring to us has to end.  It’s not a good thing what’s happening to us.  It sucks us of  energy, our life, our health, our money, our friends, our family, the joy of living.  What good is living if we can’t have any joy in our lives?

As Patrick Henry said, “Give me Liberty or give me death.”   I agree.  We need more Patrick Henrys today.  People who will speak up in the name of freedom.  We really don’t have any heroes today,  just wimps who act like assholes.

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