Gang Stalking – What I wouldn’t do for an ordinary day!

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The last four days have been really hard on me.  Non-stop electricity sent my way,  and at nighttime, awaken almost every hour, before it was every two hours, now it’s every hour. I’ve hardly gotten any sleep  this week.

I guess they’re punishing me more because I’m not compliant.  I’m not letting them crash my computer. I’ve gotten a lot better protecting my computer, and they can’t shut me off. Not that they ever could stop me from writing my blog. Silly rabbits!

And it’s Easter week vacation for the little darlings.  There’s a woman who lives in apartment 205 who spends all day harassing me. She stands by my door saying  nasty things  about me, and laughing loudly.  She makes sure I hear what she says.  I shut her off. I run to my exhaust system and turn it on. It’s so loud I can’t hear her.   She has her grandkids run in front of my apartment, stomp their feet  and make a lot of noise.

So do the perps in apartment 206 and 209. I’m surrounded in every direction. The man in 209 constantly stomps his feet. When he stomp his feet, it sounds like a herd of elephants coming through.  He does this all day. I’m hoping he stomps his feet so hard that he’ll hurt himself.  Every time I go out of my apartment, he has to come out and harass me. He’s always wearing the same color I’m wearing.  A few days ago, I called him a name that wasn’t too nice. He deserves to be called any name I call him.

And then the idiots with the horns.  Do you remember the horns clowns always used?  That’s exactly the kind of  horns I have to listen to all the time.

And then the cretins who sit in theirs car and rev it for hours on end, or keep slamming their doors.

Oh, and I forgot, the barking dog at my door at night.  Some idiot comes up to my door at night and has his dog bark and bark. One time, I thought for sure he was going to break into my apartment. I was ready for him. I’m ready for anything that comes my way at night. I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect myself. I have a feeling that I’m going to have a lot of barking dogs at night.

I can’t even go out and get my mail. A bunch of perps,  it includes kids, stand around and  wait  for me to get my mail.  The kids start to scream and run around me in a circle. And the older perps, do their “coughing” routine.  And mimic things they’ve seen me do.

Even when I have to throw away my garbage, I’m not left alone.  Suddenly, every perp has to throw his/her garbage out. They can throw their garbage out any time, but they always have to wait until I throw my out.  What would they do if I never threw my garbage away?  Would they ever throw theirs away?

And when I write my blog, the naked women they try to include in it. There isn’t a time when I write my blog where some naked women doesn’t  pop  up?  I have to be careful that  I don’t send them out.

Oh, what I wouldn’t do for an ordinary day in my life?

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Gang Stalking – Don’t argue with perps.

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English: Erg Chebbi, Morocco, Africa. Français : Erg Chebbi, Maroc. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Common geographical regions of Latin America Español: Regiones geográficas típicas de América Latina (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

With the move to my new apartment, I gained new perps.   To the right of me is a woman who is from Morocco.  She is an alien and doesn’t have American citizenship. And to my left is a man from  a Latin American country.  The man to my left doesn’t speak English and is extremely strange. And I mean strange.

The woman came into my apartment one day when I had my door open. She  just walked into my bedroom where I was.  She was being nosey.  She was interested in seeing where I slept, so she could zap me at night.

I remained very calm when she walked into my bedroom, and I calmly asked her a few questions.  I already knew  she was a perp.  Anyone they put next to you is always a perp.   And if they’re not perps, they’ll make them perps.

I have to say something in defense of the woman from Morocco.  One day I was about to go out and overheard her conversation. She was on the phone and she was asking the person on the phone why did she have to do what she is doing. She was telling him she didn’t want to do it.

I think she’s been told lies.  Lies that she’ll be deported if she doesn’t  join the gang stalking, or that if she does what she’s told, it’ll be easier for her to become a citizen.  I don’t think either thing will happen. But if anything, she’ll probably be deported for committing a crime.  They’ll use what’s she doing now against her.  That’s the way they work.  The government screws everybody.

There is a perp underneath me, but I’ve never seen her/him.  And a lot of times, I hear footsteps on the roof.  I can hear someone stomping his foot.  But it could be footsteps that sound like they’re coming from the roof, but are really from next door.

And, of course, there is the ubiquitous maintenance man.  Wherever I’ve moved, he’s  always been the one that leads the pack.  He’s the one who always breaks into the apartment, takes things apart, adds latex paint to the walls, lets others into my apartment, makes holes in the wall, messes with refrigerator, etc.  No one ever suspects a maintenance man, because when someone sees him  enter an apartment, they think he must be fixing something in it.

So this apartment is no better than my last one.  I’m still harassed as much as before.  There’s one difference, though.  I’ve changed my reaction to the perps.  In my old apartment, I was always confronting them.  But since I’ve been in my new apartment, I’ve forced myself to keep my mouth shut.  I’ve done  a good job of  just staying away from  all the perps.  They’re always blowing their car horns, stomping their feet in front of my door, have dogs barking at my door,  come by my door  and make a lot of noise, leave garbage, etc.  I hear them, but force myself to get busy doing something so I forget they’re out there.  And it’s working.  I haven’t argued  with any of them.  Good for me!  And good for you if you can do the same.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – When you go to a movie theater, do you prefer it to be…

…empty so you can sit anywhere you like?  Or do you prefer a packed house like on opening night?  When you can sit anywhere, where do you sit and why?

When I go to a movie theater, I like it empty.  If there are not too many people at the theater, it’ll be quiet; and I’ll have no problem hearing the movie.  When there are too many people in the theater, it’s noisy.  People in the audience will talk loudly, laugh, eat candy that makes a crinkly noise.  And if there are kids in the theater, they’ll yell, cry and drive everyone crazy. It’s heaven when the theater is empty.

People who go to opening night movies are not real film buffs.  They go to see and be seen.  And to brag that they saw the movie when it opened.  For no other reason.  Who can hear the movie with all that first night fuss?  I sound like a real Grinch, don’t I?

I like to sit two seats from the back.  Not too many people like seating in the back, unless they’re teenagers and want to fool around.  There are advantages to sitting in the back.  The concession stand is closer, and I get to the food faster.  And I don’t miss too much of the movie. It’s quieter in the back.  When the movie is over, I can be the first one out.  I don’t have to wait for some slow poke to walk in front of me.  And I’m closer to the Ladies room for when I have need of using it.

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