Gang Stalking – Do they think I look like the swamp thing?

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It’s 7:56 p.m., Las Vegas time, and I’ve just began typing my blog.  The noise level outside my door is deafening.  Some children keep running back and forth stomping their feet and dragging some loud object around.  I don’t know what it is and I don’t care.

I’ve had a group of people outside my apartment watching me now for about an hour and a half.  I put my camera on my window sill to watch them.  There’s about eight of them, and they’re all standing around just looking up into my apartment.  They look like a bunch of undocumented aliens.  They’re just standing around like zombies and looking up at my window like they’re paralyzed.  I guess I’ve become a show.  Maybe I should open my blinds and tell them that if they want to get a look at me, I’ll just stand for a fee and they can get a really good look at me.  It’s absolutely ridiculous what I have to put up with every day.  Every day I wake up, I think maybe today it’ll be better.  Maybe no one will bother me today.  But that never happens.  Every day, there’s more and more people acting like a bunch of idiots.  It’s as if they’ve never seen another human.  What do they think I look like?  Do they think I have horns on top of my head?  Do they think I look like a monster? Do they think I look like the swamp thing?

Ridiculous!

What is it with the idiots?  Don’t they have anything better to do with their lives?

If any of the perps are reading this, GET A LIFE YOU NITWITS!

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Until you’ve walked in my shoes, don’t judge me a nutcase.

Yesterday, I came home to find someone had smeared feces on my door and on outside air conditioning unit. At first, I thought it was chocolate. It had that chocolatey color, but on closer inspection, it was definitely feces. I think someone who walks his dog in front of my apartment did it. It’s supposed to be a lawn, not a place where dogs urinate and relief themselves. People don’t have to worry about where they let their dogs go, management allows it to be done to me with its approval. If what is happening to me happened to someone else, there’d be a big outcry; but it’s just me, so it’s allowed. The management people do it themselves. They let their dog relief himself in front of my apartment.

I ran to the manager and told her what happened. She came to look and left. I also called the police department. They wouldn’t come to take a look because I did not see who did it. But I asked them if I could have a report written up about the incident. They agreed to do that. And the manager returned with a mop and scrubber to clean my door. I was going to leave it on the door for everyone to see. The manager removed the feces because she said it did not look good.

I always find it strange to Google something and that something turns out to be something I’ve written. It’s kind of flattering. It’s another thing, though, to have someone take what I’ve written and make it sound like I belong in a loony bin. When I go to my site, I usually check out who is reading my blog. This time when I checked it out, a site by the name of http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread729366/pg1 appeared. I went into the site and discovered my blog being discussed by a group of people. They think there are three reasons I’m writing this blog: 1) I’m off my meds; 2)for comedic entertainment 3)plea for attention. If there’s one thing I don’t need, it’s attention. I have it non-stop, 24/7, from the gang stalkers. So, believe me, abovetopsecret, I don’t need any more attention. I have a lot more than I want or need. Your remark that “I’m off my meds”…I don’t take any meds. Also, from reading your site, it sounds to me as if you people might need some meds. You seem overly hyper and make silly remarks throughout sounding like people who need meds. And as to writing this blog for comedic entertainment, I only wish I was writing this blog for comedic entertainment. What’s happening to me is not funny, nor made up.

I guess you can sit at your computer and make fun of me. Unless you actually experience what I’m going through, don’t knock it. It’s a gang stalking and psychological harassment game played by a bunch of nitwits hired by the U.S. government. Things done to me seem very normal to someone looking on, but are not. That’s why this gang stalking works. The things gang stalkers do to targets are very subtle … one of the reasons I don’t show videos. If I were to shoot a video, it would look very ordinary to you, but I’d know what is going on. I noticed you had a lot of fun making snide remarks about a woman who shot a video showing what was happening to her. So until you’ve walked in my shoes, don’t judge me a nutcase. And be glad it’s not happening to you, because it’s a hellish experience. I wouldn’t wish this on my worse enemy. Now, abovetopsecret, start with the laughter!

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