Gang Stalking- Will my glasses ever be ready??!!!!

I went back to the optometrist on Friday, April 4. I thought, for sure, that my glasses would be ready. Fooled again!   They  weren’t. They’re in Sacramento, California. Maybe I should’ve asked my nephew to get them for me. That’s where he lives.

The receptionist told me that it would be another two weeks before my glasses are ready. I like to know how these people stay in business! But I’m sure they don’t treat their regular customers as they’ve treated me. I’m sure if I weren’t a target, I’d have my glasses by now. That means I’ll probably have my glasses by about April 20, almost two months from the date I ordered them. Doesn’t it just make you sick?

I thought of telling them to give me back my money, but what good would it do? I’d probably go through the same thing again with another optometrist. So I have no choice, but to wait, wait, wait.

I definitely will not do business  with this company again. They’ve lost my business.

I’m tired of all the b.s. we targets have to put up with. I wish someone would help us. What a hell of a life we live. If you call what we’re doing “living”.

Every minute some miserable psycho makes our life miserable so he can  feel better about his disgusting self!

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Gang Stalking – Government Drones and family.

Well, I finally got to see my nephew. The visit lasted about two hours and he had to get up early to go to work. I thought he was  attending a convention at The Las Vegas Convention Center, but he’s not. He’s here to work. He’s here to work on drones. He makes them so the government can target people. He told me he gets paid very well. So well that he thinks it’s worth  it  to live away from his family. He travels all over the world on the  contractor’s money.  His firm, I don’t remember the name he told me, is a subcontractor for the government.  The subcontractor makes drones and every person makes different parts. He told me the part he makes, but I can’t remember what it is.   The thought that my nephews makes weapons of destruction does not make me happy. But obviously, he’s happy in his job and it pays very, very well. At first I thought he hit targets, so this makes me feel better that he’s not killing anyone. He’s only making the weapons.

My nephew will be returning in three weeks and we’re planning(?) to see the Las Vegas I don’t get to see.  The Vegas a lot of visitors don’t even know about.  The mountains, the great parks, etc.

Did I discuss what’s happening to me? Yes, but only slightly.  He asked me if I was happy? I said to him, “Do you want to know the truth or hear a lie?”  He said a lie. So I told him how happy I am and how great it is living in Las Vegas. And he knows I’m a target and what’s happening to me.  Well, I don’t want to bore you to death about my nephew’s visit,  but  he is  like the rest of my family. He’s going along with the program to harass me. A few things happened which definitely told me he is  in the program.  But I want to keep him in my life and I don’t want to mess that up.  I’m sure he will read my blog, or he’ll be told what I wrote about him. So the less I say the better.

I hope after reading my blog, my nephew will still want to talk to me. I don’t know how he’ll take it reading about himself.  But the truth is the truth.

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Gang Stalking – My nephew’s visit good for my soul.

My nephew  is  in Las Vegas this week, till Sunday. Since I don’t have a phone, I’ve had a problem getting in touch with him.  He’s staying at the Hilton Grand Vacation Resort.  I went there this morning to get in touch with him, but he had to work, so I didn’t get to see him. He’s at a convention and will be returning to California.

Anyway, as I was writing, I had to go the Hilton and I felt as if I was back at the library. People at the Hilton are from everywhere in the world, but you would not think so.  The same thing that happens to me at the library happened to me at the Hilton.  As soon as I stepped inside the Hilton, loud music, everybody showing up where I was. A lot of loud talking, laughing, banging, women showing up half-naked with their boobs hanging out, and real tight elastic clothing. I’m surprised their dresses stayed on them. It was really disgusting. And it’s always the fattest ones who wear the tight, tight clothing with the fat coming out from every part of their body. They really need to take a good look in their mirror.

It’s amazing that people who don’t know me know exactly what to do on their vacation. They’re just as bad  as the Las Vegas perps. They’re no better.  These people come  from   Spanish-speaking countries, Scandinavian, Asian, etc. So it’s proof that if we decide to leave the U.S. for a better place, it won’t work. We’ll be harassed just as much wherever we go. We’re not safe anywhere. Someone mentioned to me that the United Nations is involved in what’s happening to  us, and got all the other countries to go along with what it wanted to do.  And that makes a lot of sense, it’s a worldwide thing. It’s happening all over the world. And the United Nations is in touch with a lot of countries.

Anyway, I felt I was back  at  the zoo. I left one zoo for another one.

I’m sure my nephew knows about the gang stalking, but I’m not going to mention it to him. What’s the point? He won’t believe me and think I’m a dingbat. But it’ll be good to see family again, even if it’s for a short  while. It’s good for my soul.  Maybe it’ll be a good visit. I’m just going to try to enjoy my visit with him..

So if I find my nephew, I’ll probably miss a few blogs. I’ll tell you how my visit went. Take care of yourselves.

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