English: Pacific Time Zone and Northwest Zone (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: A large chess game inside Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore, MD, USA (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The idiots lately have made a game of changing all my clocks. They change a clock I have just for waking myself up. My clock is set to wake me up by 6:30 a.m. Every night, they change the clock to 1 a.m. They set my computer to GMT. I’m on Pacific time, but I cannot reset it to Pacific time. My phone time is constantly changed, and it’s also set to GMT. I cannot reset to Pacific time. But that’s the least of my harassment.
I told you about the garbage the perps leave in front of their doors. I went to the office and complained to them about the garbage left out in front of the doors, and how we were going to get vermin and pigeons. The office people told me they’d check into it. I really didn’t think they’d do anything about it. To my surprise, I came home one day and all the garbage in front of the apartments was nowhere in sight. So I’d thought I’d go into the office and thank them for taking care of the problem.
I walked into the office and the girl I’d spoken with was not in the front. The person sitting at her desk was the maintenance man. He was using the computer, and another woman was standing next to him. Both of them were laughing. I asked the girl where the other girl was. She told me she was in the manager’s office. So I walked toward the manager’s office and thanked the girl for taking care of the problem. As I was walking away from the girl, I could hear the manager and the girl laughing hysterically. The manager was using the computer and looking at something. I overheard the girl said, “Oh, good, she’s in the kitchen. Yea, we got her. Look at her! She’s looking around.” And I came out to the front again, and the two in the front were also looking at someone through their computer. Both also laughing hysterically. The computers in the office are set up so the people in the office can hit the targets through the wiring. And they were having a lot of fun playing games with the targets’ lives.
These people are beyond evil. They know exactly what they’re doing. I don’t ever want to hear that these perps don’t know what’s going on. They know what they do and enjoy it. They’re playing target practice with us. All of them. That’s not the first time I’ve seen this done. We’re like a chess game to them. Get the target instead of the pawn.
In one apartment I went to, when I was apartment hunting, I saw the same thing happen. There was a man sitting in a dark office setting up the targets’ apartments to connect to the computer. I also recognized the man. I’ve seen him at several places I’ve been, and he was setting up computers there, too. This was at a T-Mobile store. The man is of Jewish descent, has very close crop hair, very nerdy looking and has the look of a rat.
They’re not only getting targets though the phone, but also through the computer. But I’ve known this for a while. This was done to me on a Greyhound bus I was on. A man got on the bus, he had his computer with him and I thought nothing of it. But I did notice that he kept turning around to look at me. And I began to wonder why. So I watched him. After watching him a while, I figured out what he was doing.
He had a pre-printed text and each line on the text equaled distance. He was turning around to get distance of where I was. And when he got it, he began zapping me with his computer. That was the first time I experienced hits by a computer. After that, I noticed computers used to zap me in restaurants, trains, buses, etc.
There’s a code they use that draws electricity from the wires. I wish I knew it. I’d zap them all to hell!
So if you’re getting zapped in your apartment or house, it might be by computer, or phone. When you’re away, they get into your place and mess with the wiring. They’re all filthy dogs!
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