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Gang Stalking – Can’t Win for Losing.

I decided to become  a detective. I went back to the spot where I got beaten up.   I took a good  look  round. I looked around for security cameras.   Across the street where I’d been sitting, there is a building complex with lots of cameras. Building D had a camera pointed in the direction I sat. So I decided to start with building A and find out how I can get a copy of the video.

Building A, no one around. I knocked on one of the doors and open it. A woman at the front desk  asks me if she can help me. I tell her I’m interested in finding out how I can get a copy of a video from the security camera in Building D and explain why. She said to go to Management office and they’ll help. They handle the cameras. I go Management office, no one around. I leave the building and head for Building B.  In Building B, no one around, either.  A lot of locked doors and the hallway creeps me out. The hallway reminds me of the scene in “The Shining”.  The movie with Jack Nicholson. I leave the creepy building and go over to Building C. Again, no one around, but I can hear a lot of noise coming from the second floor,  Women clicking their heels very loudly, a lot of slamming doors, guttural noises. A lot of perps in the building.  I leave it and go to Building D to check out the camera. I’m sure that the camera picked up what happened to me.  Someone I run into tells me I should return to Building C, because  the government owns all the cameras.  Sure, I’m going to get a lot of help from the government!

I return to Building C and open the first door I can open. The first thing I see is the pictures of Obama and Biden. Yeah, I’m going to get a lot of help from the government! The receptionist asks me if she can help me.  I tell her about the camera and the beating I got and I need proof that it happened and would like to know if maybe I can  get copy of video so I’ll have proof for the police. The receptionist tells me she has to call Security.  A man from Security shows up with another man. The second man has a smirky perp smile on his face.  I repeat to the security guard what I told the receptionist.  The security guard  avoids the subject and tells me I should not be sitting in that area. It’s a bad neighborhood. I should sit by the library where there are lots of people. The second man chimes in and says that the security cameras only cover the buildings, not the area near the street. It’s for building security and nothing else. The security  guard  acknowledges what the second man said and tells me that it’s true. The security cameras only cover the buildings.

The security guard apologizes profusely and tells me that he can’t help me. The second man turns away from me. He can’t keep a straight face listening to the guard.     Cant’ win for losing.

Yeah, can’t help me, but I bet the camera captured everything that happened to me.  I walk out of the building.  I don’t even say “thank you” to the two liars.

This areas is also where I saw the FBI about a week ago.

I have proof, but can’t get it.  I guess going to the police is a no  gamer.  I have no proof and I’ll be treated by the police the same way they treated the last time I got beaten up – treated rudely and laughed at.

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Gang Stalking – Chased by white cars.

White Ferrari 458 Spider

White Ferrari 458 Spider (Photo credit: Axion23)

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English: Back Alley This is the rear of 498775 Back to back rows of terraced houses like these in the picture are a common feature around the Rossendale valley. The top of 498747 can be seen just above the tree line. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Broad Avenue, Mid-City New Orleans

Broad Avenue, Mid-City New Orleans (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

White Ferrari 458

White Ferrari 458 (Photo credit: DryHeatPanzer)

Blaze White Bird of Prey, New York, NY

Blaze White Bird of Prey, New York, NY (Photo credit: Grufnik)

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Official Hindustan Ambassador cars waiting in line outside North Block, Secretariat Building, New Delhi They seemed to have a thing about white old Ambassador cars here.. This part of New Delhi that was built by the british is filled with parliament buildings and wide avenues. The Rajpath is similar to the Champs Elysse in Paris as it’s a wide avenue ending with a Arc de Triump at the end. My french spelling is not what it used to be.. Check out my travelblog at http://www.175days.no (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s white car day today.  People have been showing up in white cars every day, but today it felt as if I was living  a movie. When I walked into  the parking lot of the library, I counted 35 white cars. And I didn’t count them all. I went into the library, took the elevator down, of course,  perps were all over the place. So, I left. I figure if I left some of them  would think I was leaving and leave.  I walked around for a while and went into back alleys.  A person in a white truck followed me into the back alley. As I was coming out  the front of the alley, a white truck showed up, it  was looking for me. So I went around and came around again, and there was the truck again trying to find me.  I went to the front again and there was another white car coming toward me. And as I made a right turn, another white car. There were so many white cars, I felt as if I was dreaming. I tried to escape from all the white cars, and all I did was run into more white cars coming from every direction.  So I decided to come back to the library. And, again of course, more white cars in my way. As I crossed the street to go into the library white  cars all over the place. As I said, white car day.

I saw one white car that said U.S. Government on it.  And, of course, the person made sure I saw the government car. Was he trying to scare me? Ha!  I don’t live in fear and no flunky is going to scare me, especially no government flunky.

I wonder how much the government pays to get all these cars out on the road?  And then people wonder why there’s a shortage in the budget?  Just go outside, people, and look at the white cars on the road. That’s where your money is going.  And don’t try  renting a white  car now. The government’s rented them all. And the others it hasn’t rented, will cost you an arm and a leg.  White cars are in style now. In Vegas, anyway.

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Gang Stalking – And to a thousand more blogs – with WordPress.com, of course!

The Last of the Mohicans (1992 film)

The Last of the Mohicans (1992 film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Writing boxes

Writing boxes (Photo credit: practicalowl)

Two Thousand and Ten Injuries

Two Thousand and Ten Injuries (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m celebrating an anniversary today. This is the 1000th blog I’ve written. Whoopee!

When I signed into WordPress.com on October, 2010, I knew I was going to write about the things happening to me. I signed on, but I didn’t write anything for a month. And then I logged in again and wrote one blog. I wrote about my visit to the library to watch the movie “The Last of the Mohicans“. It’s a movie about the new settlers to America and the Indians.  Of course, the Indians were all bad, and the newcomers were all good.  The movie is very patriotic.  And I felt a lump in my throat when I watched the movie. I so loved America  in spite of what was happening to me.  But with the patriotism shown on the screen, I was afraid to stay when the movie ended.  I was afraid that the people watching the movie would attack me, so I left as soon as the movie ended.

Since that first blog, I’ve gone through a metaphorsis. I no longer feel the tuck in my heart about America. I can’t say I hate the U.S., but the love I had for it, I no longer feel. It’s hard to feel love when someone is abusing me. And that abuser happens to the U.S. government. The government I once so respected. In the three years I’ve written my blog, I’ve gone through some horrific things. I’ve been beaten, almost arrested, had  implant put in my year, and, generally, the last five years of my life have been miserable ones. Never in my wildest dreams did I think America, the country I once loved, would abuse me this way. But it has and continues to abuse.

The first two years I had very little traffic to my blog, but I didn’t care.  Even if no one read my blog, I  was going to continue to write about my experience. I had  to leave a record of my existence,  and  to warn  others  of the danger to their freedom by the U.S. government.

So, here I am, almost five years later, and I have a lot more readers, and I’ve awaken some readers as to what is happening in their lives. And that’s the part that I like, letting others know that they’re not alone.  That there are a lot of others who are experiencing  the same thing. And that it’s a worldwide experience, The harassment is happening to people all over the world. Other governments are also harassing their citizens in the same way. My readers and I have  become community of targeted individuals, and we try to help each other in the really bad times.

When I began to write my blog, I didn’t think I could write one blog, and here I am, a thousand blogs later. I didn’t know I had that much writing in me.

It’s been a unique experience writing this blog. I’ve learned a few things I didn’t know about myself. The first one is, I’m stubborn as a mule and don’t give up easily.  I’ve been tested in ways I never thought  I’d be tested and I’ve survived, and  I’ve been made stronger by writing this blog.  If I should survive for as long as the harassment continues, I know that  after this… takes effect, everything will seem like kid’s play, the petty things in life will not bother me.  And I’ve learned to appreciate an ordinary day, since I seldom have ordinary days anymore. And today, if I went to see the movie “The Last of the Mohicans”, you can bet I wouldn’t come out first. The bastards no longer have any power over me. And I can tell all you targets, the b——s will get their day in prison.

And thank you readers for all the comments you make. You make my blog a lot more interesting.

And to a thousand more blogs…

Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011- What do I miss?

"A Patriot Act"

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What I miss most is the U.S.A. I used to know.  The U.S. I know today is the not one I grew up with.

The Old U.S.A. was a country that left me alone.  It did not have gang stalkers follow me around everywhere I go.  It did not spray me with pesticide at night or during the day.  It did not turn my family and friends against me.  I was free to come and go as I please.  It did not torture me 24/7.  I could go to a movie and not be harassed.  It did not hack my computer and act as a dictator.  It did not take my love life away from me.  Right now, I could have a man in my life, but this U.S.A. has made it impossible for me to love someone.  It’s made it possible for me to live the rest of my life alone.  I did not have to worry about being pushed so far that I’d might end up in jail.  It taunts and treats me like dirt, with no dignity.  It is in every part of my life. It did not have a Patriot Act. A new  bill which makes it possible for citizens to be mistreated without trial.  It’s made me a prisoner.  I have no freedom.  I might as well be in prison. Or dead!

I miss the U.S.A. I used to know.

Countdown:  61 blogs to write.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Write a story by finishing this sentence.

The  story can be as long or as short as you wish.

I told him where I was going and he hurried me out, pointing to the door with a gun, but what he didn’t know was…

I still  loved him. We been together for years. Through good years and very bad years. But no matter how bad things got, we stayed together. There was no one else for either of us.  We’d been having marital problems, and I told him I was leaving.  But I’d never leave him.  I loved him too  much.  Before I turned to go, I threw him a kiss.  I did not want to leave, but he made me go. He had a gun pointed at three men. One man had a gun pointed back at him. The other two men were standing behind the gunman.

We came home early from a  movie we saw. When we walked into our home, we heard some noises. My husband ran into the closet and got his gun. I followed him upstairs. We  slowly checked  each bedroom. When we got  to the second bedroom, we heard a noise.   My husband kicked in the door and pointed his gun. There was a man with a gun pointing  one  back  at him.  I followed closely behind my husband.   My husband  turned toward me and  pointed the gun at the door  and told me to leave.    He didn’t want me to get hurt.  I said “no,”  but he insisted I’d leave. I took a long look at him,  in case something happened to him. I ran down the stairs and to my neighbor’s house.  I knocked repeatedly, but no answer.   I ran, ran to the next house.  I was running out  of breath…

“CUT!” yelled the movie director.

“Okay, people, that’s it for the night.  We’ll pick up the scene where we left off tomorrow,”   he said.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Can a movie be better than the book it was based on?

What examples come to mind? Or is it sometimes just a matter of which version you see first, as that will define the story for you, regardless of which version was made first?

From my experience, the book has always been better than the movie it was based on.

I remember when I read “To Kill a Mocking Bird”.  I felt in love with the maid in the book.  She was a heavy-set, black woman and very loveable.  I saw the movie and I loved it, but…when the maid came on, I was very disappointed.  She was black, but very thin and, while loveable, she didn’t have that huggable quality the maid had in the book.  The maid in the book interacted with the children very often.  In the movie, hardly at all.  In the movie, she was just a maid who came in to cook and clean and disappeared

On the other hand, I first saw the movie   “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”.   While watching the movie, I was confused by the Indian in the movie.  He looked and looked, but never said anything.  I wondered if maybe he was deaf.  At the end of the movie, we get a hint of what was going on with him.  I had to read the book to understand the movie.  In the book, everything is from the Indian’s voice.  He speaks about what is going on in the hospital.  I understood why he did not speak in the movie.  The book was way better at explaining things.  I really liked the Indian in the book.

I guess when I read a book, I have to use my imagination and things are, somehow, way more interesting.  The movie doesn’t let me use my imagination.  It’s all right there in front of me, so I don’t have to think about anything.  And when I read a book, I stop when I want to and am able to think about the characters and what they’re all about.

So in my  opinion, a book is better than a movie anytime of the day.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Make a top ten lists of favorite things to do you haven’t done in over a year.

The list of things I haven’t done in over a year would number in the hundreds, but a list of ten is all I’m asked to list. So here goes.

1. Go to the beach and be free. Run around and feel the sand underneath my feet.  In the ocean cleanse myself of all the pesticide on me.   

2.  See a movie without someone sitting next to me and imitating me.

3.  Sit at a an outdoor restaurant and enjoy just watching the passing scenery.

4. Get eight hours of sleep without the people in the surrounding apartments spraying pesticide on me.

5. To just take a walk without being followed by a group of gang stalkers.

6. To go into an eating establishment and not worry about someone messing with my food.

7. To just be.

8. To be able to sit in my apartment and not have to keep moving to avoid being hit by pesticide.

9. To have a normal day.

10. To trust someone.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Have you ever considered writing a book?

If so, what would it be about?  Make a list of the ideas you want to cover, or themes it might have. If you’ve never considered writing a book, what other major works have you thought about (a movie? a symphony?). Write a paragraph or two about what you imagine it would be like  ( I feel as if I’ve written a paragraph already).

I’ve thought of doing all the above at one time or another.  If I’ve been at a symphony and the music just takes my breath away, I’ve felt that it would be wonderful to write beautiful music. If I’ve read a really good book, I envy the writer his power with words and dream of writing a great book some day.  Or if I’ve seen an excellent movie, I’ve thought of how fantastic it would be to make a great movie.  But I doubt I’ll ever write a great symphony or a great movie.  But, there’s still the option left to me to perhaps write a really interesting story. 

If I wrote  a  book, it would probably be a family history (ala Alex Haley).  It would include my family’s journey from Spain to Puerto Rico.  From Puerto Rico to New  York.  New York  and scattering of family throughout the U.S.  It’s a journey many Americans could write about from their ancestors’ starting point.  It would show a family’s journey through hardships,  triumphs,  losses, learning new languages as  newcomers, customs, etc.  The book would be historical.  The book would  be passed on to future generations of my family.  It would be like a  sort of  family bible.  All future generations would be given a gift of the  book when old enough to understand the family’s journey.  I’ve always thought you have to know where you come from to move  forward.  And someone is less likely to get in trouble if he/she is aware of all the family history he/she carries within them.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Write something to do with bacon.

Babe (film)

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Bacon?  Do I like it? Wish there was more of it, or less? Do I like the way it looks, or wish I’d never see it again?  What do I think of bacon flavored chocolate, or the significance of the phrase “bringing home the bacon“?

Ah, the smell of bacon any time of the day makes for a very  happy human being.   Those crispy, golden-brown slices,  with their  salty sweetness sitting on my tongue before being devoured. The aroma reaching  my nose,  tickling it  and making  me hungary for more of the delicious bacon.  Much, much more of it, never less.  But  must be honest and admit I feel very guilty eating bacon.  After seeing the movie “Babe“,   I can’t look at bacon with a clear conscious.  That scene where Babe is taken for slaughter plays over and over in my mind.  I eat a lot less bacon than I used to;  and for periods of time, I don’t eat any at all. Maybe some day, I’ll completely give it up.  But for now, I’m a flawed human.

My favorite way of eating bacon, besides eating it with eggs in the morning, is in a bacon/lettuce/tomatoes club sandwich.  Toast three pieces of white bread; after toasting put mayo on all three pieces.  Add lettuce, tomatoes and bacon on two pieces, turn third piece over.   Cut sandwich diagonally (should look like an “X”).  You should end up with four pieces that look like triangles.  Hold the pieces together with tooth picks.   Add potato chips and your drink of choice.  Delish!  Sorry, Babe.

As to chocolate flavored bacon, ugh!  Don’t mess with chocolate. Don’t mess with bacon.  Neither one needs enhancement.

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Gang Stalking – To the American People

Re-posted September 27, 2011.

Hi, my name is Gladys.

I am addressing this blog today to the American people, because I need your help. Please read my blog.

I am an ordinary American citizen. I was just like you at one time. Going about my day doing the ordinary things you take for granted. Going to work, shopping, seeing a movie, getting together with family, taking a trip, etc. Very, very ordinary things you still take for granted.

But I am no longer one of you. I am now a “Targeted Individual.”   Targeted by the U.S. Government. I can no longer do the ordinary things you do. My days are spent trying to protect myself from ordinary citizens who been convinced I’m a threat to the safety of the U.S. and them.

How did I get to this point? I don’t really know. I have never committed a crime, nor ever been arrested. The only contact I’ve had with police has been when I’ve had a complaint because something happened to me. Other than that, I’ve had very little contact with the police.

All I can think,  is that I’ve had a problem with someone and they reported me as being a risk. I can tell you that there have been two or three people who I’ve had a problem with, maybe one of them did it.

What the government is doing to me is the very thing done to the Jews in Nazi Germany.  I’m  sprayed with pesticide; have  gang stalkers follow me everywhere;  hit with lasers and other things they use. I’m snitched on 24/7.   I am never, never left alone for one minute. When this happened to the Jewish community, they complained to the world, but no one believed them. And look what happened! Thousands and thousands of Jews exterminated. The same thing is happening to me. And no one believes me. I am not the only one that this is happening to. There are thousands of Americans in the same boat (about 300,000+) and they are suffering the same hellish experience! And they also are not believed. Do you want another Nazi Germany?

I am here to ask you to please get in touch with your Congressman or Congresswoman, or your representative, and tell them to investigate what is going on with the government’s treatment of its citizen. I’ve tried, but to no avail! So, I’m turning to you, the American people, in the hope that you will see your way to spend 10 minutes and get in touch with your government representatives and tell them to investigate the terrible things  being done to American citizens who have done nothing. We haven’t gone to trial and been given a hearing. We’ve  been found guilty by some unknown people who decide these things. Illegal aliens and terrorists have more rights than the Americans being tortured!!

At night, you go into your bedroom, pull down your comforter and you know you’re safe. I don’t have that luxury. At night, when I go to bed it’s on an air mattress. And I have to get ready for a night of being sprayed with pesticide, hit with lasers and other weapons the gang stalkers use.

So, please, America, hear my plead for help. Help me end this terrible injustice to all Americans. I need your help. They need your help. Please hear my voice and respond. Help me, please! Thank you.

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