Gang Stalking – For want of .11 cents an old man goes hungry.

Okay, I’m warning you again, nothing about gang stalking. I let you know this because some of you don’t want to read about anything else but gang stalking.

I stood in line to pay for what I bought and an old man  stood ahead of me in line. He had a loaf of bread which looked like it had seen better days. It was his turn in line to pay. The cashier rang up the bread and told him it’s  .99 cents. He said, “I thought it was only .88 cents. I have only .88 cents.” The cashier said, ” No the price changed yesterday. It’s now .99 cents.” He said, “But I have only .88 cents.” The cashier sent the girl who puts things in the bags to check the price. I said to the old man, “It’s okay, I’ll give you the .11 cents.”  He looked at me as if I’d said a dirty word. He said,  “NO! I won’t take it.” I said, “But it’s only .11 cents. It won’t make much difference in my life.” He stood up straight with all the strength he had and said in a very clear voice, “NO!, I won’t take it.” He quickly ran out of the store without the bread.

I can understand pride. I have pride, but there are times when all of us help. This old man  probably had nothing else to eat at home, if he had a home, but still his pride wouldn’t take .11 cents from me.  I have pride, but if I needed .11 cents to keep me alive, I’d take the .11 cents.

The old man is probably on Social Security and ran out of money. The way elderly people in this country have to live is a shame. We should be learning from their wisdom and not abusing them as we do. Every time I think of the old man going hungry it makes me want to cry.

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The old man

English: Self-portrait of Leonardo da Vinci. Red chalk. 33 × 21 cm. Turin, Royal Library (inv.no. 15571). NOTE This image is in red chalk. Do not revert to the black and white image. Deutsch: Kopf eines bärtigen Mannes, sog. Selbstbildnis. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I got on the bus and sat three seats away from an old man.  I looked over at him and he looked very lonely.  He looked as if he didn’t take care of himself.  He hadn’t shaved in a while and his hair looked dirty.  He wore clothes that didn’t match and hadn’t seen a washing machine in a long time. He wore a red and green shirt with white shorts, and long white socks with ankle length black socks, and black work shoes.

I just kept looking at him. I wondered about his life, and then it came to me. I hadn’t drawn anybody in a while, but looking at him, made me want to draw. I went into my handbag and found a white sheet of paper.

I quickly began drawing his face, hat, messy hair, mismatch clothes. I was drawing his huge bulk, but someone sat down next to him and prevented me from drawing the man.

I put my paper aside.

And then the man got up. He stood right in front of me, surrounded by people waiting to get off. I quickly began drawing him again. I looked at the drawing, liked it and made a few corrections. I liked the drawing so much I decided to take it home and hang it in my apartment.

I kept looking at the man. I had a feeling no one ever paid attention to him.

Just before the bus came to a full stop, I handed the man the drawing. He looked at it and did a double-take. A drawing of him? He got off the bus and stopped to look at the drawing. He smiled, began walking and kept looking at the drawing.

When I handed him the drawing, he did not see me. He just saw my hand. He does not know who handed him the drawing.

I sat on the bus and suddenly realized it was also my stop. I got off and watched the old man as he walked away still looking at the drawing.

It made me feel good to know that the old man realized that someone thought he was interesting enough to
draw him.

I walked away with a smile on my face.

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Gang Stalking – Government keeps patients on Psychotropic drugs.

America – home of the red, white and BLUES (Photo credit: Treasure Tia)

 

Old Man (Photo credit: potzuyoko)

 

Well, guess what?  If you read my blog yesterday I told you about the electric bill not sent to me.  Today, I went to my mailbox, and in there, the electric bill. I told you yesterday this would happen, and I was right.  I’d thought they’d hold it for one or two days, but there it was! I know the idiots so well.

 

I want to write about a man I heard about here in Las Vegas.

 

An old man called EMT because he’d used all his psychotropic pills and he was hearing voices. This old man was taken to the hospital and spent some time there.  On his last day, he was taken to see the doctor who treated him. When the old man went into the doctor’s office, the doctor said to him, “Where are you going when you leave here?”  The old man answered, “I’m staying in Las Vegas and going back to where I live. “The doctor replied, “Well, where would you like to go if you could?”  The old man answered, “I want to stay in Las Vegas. I don’t want to leave.”  The doctor said, “Well, how about going to California? California is beautiful and you’ll like it there.”  The old man answered, “I don’t want to go to California. I want to stay in Las Vegas.” Doctor said, “Well, you’re going to California. We have a taxi waiting  to take you to the Greyhound Terminal.”

 

The old man was quickly pushed out of the office and into the taxi.  The taxi driver took the old man to the Greyhound Terminal and gave him a ticket to Sacramento.  He was not given any I.D.

 

When the old man arrived in Sacramento, California, he went to the ticket agent and asked him to call EMT.  The ticket agent said he didn’t want to call EMT.  He didn’t want EMT in front of the bus terminal. The old man went outside and looked around.  When he was outside, he heard a voice say to him, “Walk down four blocks to the police station. The police will help you.”

 

It seems strange to me that a voice knew exactly where to send the old man.  This old man is a target. He just doesn’t know it. He’s been on psychotropic drugs so long that he thinks he needs them.  And probably every time he doesn’t have pills, the voices return to keep him on them.  They’re doing to the old man what they’re doing to a lot of targets to keep them addicted. The perps are given instructions to keep targets on the drugs by using their voices to convince targets they need drugs.

 

The old man is definitely a target.  There’s probably nothing wrong with him.  But he’s been convinced he needs drugs because the voices always come when he doesn’t use the drugs.

 

The bastards doing this to the old man are pure evil.

 

And, now, of course, the ACLU is suing Nevada for trying to get rid of the man by sending him to California. The ACLU is sooo caring.  They should be suing Nevada and the U.S. government for what they’re doing to the old man.  The ACLU is always on the job when it comes to getting attention.

 

I feel sorry for this old man.   He’s being used by the, oh, so caring, ACLU.

 

I heard the old man’s voice on the radio and what I wrote is what he said.  He sounded very old.

 

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