Happy Father’s Day to all fathers.

Nothing depressing today.  Don’t want to mess anyone’s Father’s Day.  To those men who are fathers, enjoy your special day.  You fathers don’t realize how very special you are to your daughters and sons, especially your daughters. We women judge other men by the way our fathers treated us. If we had a nasty father, we’re   usually  attracted to  men who will  do the same. If a father was a good father, we tend to find a really good man to marry. So you fathers are very important to how a girl sees other men. We judge men by the standards set by our fathers. So, fathers, you are very important in our lives. Don’t think you aren’t because we’re girls and you’re a man. You probably think that you’re only important to your sons, but a girl needs her father’s attention as much as sons do.

Happy Father’s Day to men everywhere.  As fathers you’re very important, so don’t forget that!

And to my father who passed away years ago, miss and love you.

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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 – PostaDay 2011 – When is it okay to strike first?

In our individual lives, and international politics, when is it acceptable to strike first?  Is it ever okay?  Or are there only special circumstances that justify it?

Have you ever attacked someone first?  How do you feel about it?  Or are there times in your life that you used restraint, that now, looking back, you wish you hadn’t?

It all depends on the circumstances whether someone strikes first or not.  If  you know someone is going to cause you harm, and you see it coming, then it’s okay to strike first to protect yourself.  Or if you know someone who makes nasty remarks directed at you, and you know that person will insult you, then it’s okay to make a remark first and stop it.

I’ve never personally attacked someone first.  I always wait till someone strikes first before I respond in kind.   I can say I react to what people do to me.  There have been  times when I’ve restrained myself from striking first, even though I really wanted to strike first.  From reading this blog, you might get the impression that I’m a mean human being, but I’m not. I really do try to be as kind to people as I can be.  It takes a lot to really get me riled up.  Believe me, with all the abuse I have to put up with every single minute, I’m a saint!

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