Gang Stalking – Isn’t it great to live in Perplandia?

Update on two of my previous blogs.

On the letter I sent to Senator Wyden (Oregon), I’ve had absolutely no response.  The Senator asks  if  I want a response in his site. I checked yes. I guess he asks that question  to look as if he sincerely cares and is going to respond back. He shouldn’t ask the question if he’s not going to reply.  But I’m not giving  up. I’m going to send him a letter every 6  months. I’m going to make sure that he remembers my name. And if he never responds, I’ll keep writing to him. Maybe he’ll send the police after me for harassing him. Who knows?

I wrote  that it was going to take me 7 days to get a pair of new glasses. It’s been more than seven days since I wrote that. I went into the Optometrist’s office and asked if my glasses were ready. I definitely thought that the answer would be yes. But, no. They’re not ready yet. I spoke to the doctor and asked him why it takes so long to make a pair of glasses. He told me he sends them out to lab to be made. Even if   he  sends  them to a lab, I don’t understand why it takes so long. The doctor told me that the glasses would now be ready in 10 days to 2 weeks. 2 weeks! Good thing it’s not an emergency. I’d be in trouble. It seems technology today is more unreliable than old-fashion non-technology. I think if it’d been the old days, I would have gotten my glasses already.

Amd another update:  I still have white cars following me everywhere. That hasn’t stopped. It’s worse than ever with the white cars. I took a picture with my throw-away camera, nothing but white cars in a row. And they’re still stealing my food, cracking my eggs, ripping my clothes, putting my lights on when I go out, turning off my refrigerator so that all my food  goes bad.  Still getting hit with pesticide. Still have to listen to loud music, and non-stop talking as they walk by my door. Oh, what a  great life we all have!

Isn’t it great to live in Perplandia?

P.S.S. It took 31 days to get my glasses!!

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Gang Stalking – Party time for the roaches.

English: The main room of a studio apartment in Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA. A small alcove is partially visible to the left near the computer; not shown are the small bathroom, kitchen, and entry way. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, isn’t life just wonderful in Perplandia? Every day,  some new thing pops up.

I tried to move my refrigerator to clean underneath it. I discovered that they’ve put something on the back of the refrigerator to keep me from moving it. It’s a long metal piece attached to the back of it. They know that I know that they make holes in the back of the refrigerator and then put crumbs underneath the refrigerator to attract roaches. They’re making sure that I don’t get a look at the back. I wouldn’t be surprised if the wall is full of holes. That’s what they always do, add a lot of holes. And I can just imagine how many roaches I’m going to get. I can see the roaches coming out and partying “hey, its party time!” They’re going to be happy little roaches. I’m beginning to appreciate my cold apartment. Roaches hate the cold, so maybe they’ll all stay away.

I wrote about how big my closet is. What I didn’t tell you, because the perps deleted my blog, that I can fit a small bed in the closet.   The hackers didn’t like that part, so they erased the blog. And when I re-wrote it, I forget  that I can fit a bed in it. I was even thinking of sleeping in the closed. I thought it would be safer for me than being out in the open, as I am now.

I forget to tell you about the furniture I acquired in my new apartment. When I rented the apartment,  the manager asked me if I wanted to pay an extra $25.00 a month for furniture. She told me I’d get a bed,  side tables, a kitchen table with two chairs and lamps.  I never got the lamps. Anyway, I’ve gone to the office several times to find out when I’m going to pay the $25.00.  The manager keeps telling me not to worry about it. It’s been taken care of. What exactly does that mean?  I don’t know what’s going with me getting free furniture. It makes me suspicious. Are they going to hand me a bill when I leave this apartment that’s enormous?  Or  making the apartment I’m in now, a target apartment? I think something’s up, but what, I don’t know. You, out there in Perplandia, do you have any ideas of what it might be? Should I trust the manager?  Or do you think something’s up? Thanks.

The library is full house again. I’m keeping  the economy going with all the people they hire to perp me. Imagine if I weren’t in the library, they’d all be unemployed.

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Gang Stalking – “Losing it” as a target.

English: Coat of arms of Cuba. Español: Escudo de Cuba. Русский: Герб Кубы. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Picture of an American Pit Bull Terrier (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I just went out to get my mail today.  I didn’t pick it up yesterday because I was too busy trying to keep my computer working.  As soon as I stepped out of my apartment, the man next door pops up, the bitch in 203 comes over to the man next door and has to bum a cigarette off him.  A woman comes out with her pit bull immediately, the people from the complex across the street suddenly have to walk around, a man with a walker always, always has to come out every time I step out of my apartment and various other idiots have to make appearances.  I called the woman in apartment 203 a bitch, because she’s a real bitch, and told her to go back to Africa. I was never a racist, but I admit with all the immigrants I run into all the time, I’ve become very anti-immigrant.  These immigrants come here and harass American citizens.  They’re not even citizens and they have more rights than we do!  No way, no how am I going to stand for this non-sense.  The government uses these immigrants against us.  They tell these people that they get an “in” if they do what they’re told.  The biggest lie ever!  Not only will they not become citizens, but will get deported on the reason that they committed a crime by coming after American citizens.

Not only did they all come out, but the bitch in 203 ran off and told me she was calling the police and put me back in jail.  I’ve never been in jail in my life, so I don’t know what she’s talking about.  Probably another lie told about me. I told her “go ahead!”.  The man next door said in Spanish, “Policia, policia.”  I wonder how long this man has been here, and still he doesn’t speak a word of English.  He’s from Cuba and I figure he’s been here for over 30 years, but still, he doesn’t know one world of english.  He kept looking at me and telling me “policia”.  I laughed at him and told him he should learn to speak English.

I’m sick of all these people.  I can’t even step out of my apartment to get my mail without a bunch of them coming out to annoy me.

I’ve become very anti-immigrant.  At one time, I was for everyone getting a fair shake in getting a chance at the American dream. I no longer am.  My American dream has become a nightmare, so why should I share it with a bunch of immigrants who want to destroy my life?

Things lately have  gotten bad.  It was bad before, but, lately, they’ve piled people and more people on me.  You should see what it’s like for me to take a walk?  It’s like a parade of  idiots joining an idiot parade. It’s horrible.  I can certainly understand why Aaron Alexis “lost it”.  At least he’s at peace now.  He doesn’t have to put up with any government bullshit.

Oh, I had to stop, the police officer knocked on my door.  The police office  told me that I was being given a “red card”.  He told me that I was being a racist by telling the woman in 203 to go back to Africa.  Of course, he tried to make me appear crazy.  He asked me if I was hearing voices, or talk to myself. And was I on medication? I said, “No.”  I told him I was  very sane, and I mentioned Aaron Alexis and what happened to him.   He told me I should get some help.  He also told me I should call the police next time I have any problems, because everyone has been calling the police on me when I defend myself. And I replied, “Why would I call the police when they don’t believe anything I say?”  Yeah, the police are a lot of help!  I also told him that he knew what was happening to me.  The officer also mentioned that if I get enough “red cards”, I’ll be evicted.  I told him if this place evicts me, I’ll just get on the bus and leave.  I told him to go ahead and give me a card.  And he said he would.

By the way, the woman is not from Africa. She’s from Cuba.

Another great day in Perplandia.

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Gang Stalking – Get out of my life U.S. government!

English: Putting toothpaste on a toothbrush. The toothpaste is Crest Pro-Health Clean Cinnamon, 0.454% stannous fluoride, 0.16% w/v fluoride ion. Deutsch: Zahnpasta auf eine Zahnbürste auftragen. Русский: Выдавливание зубной пасты из тюбика на зубную щётку (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A box of American cheese Ritz Bits sandwiches (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Légumes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lately, a lot of gas lighting is happening in my apartment.

I bought a can of beans, haven’t used and it’s been in my cabinet.  I went to the cabinet to get the beans to use them and guess what, not the same beans.  I’m sure the idiot in apartment 209 exchanged the beans for  the ones I bought.

And then I bought a box of Ritz crackers, those with eight separate packages.  I ate three and had five left. I went to get a package yesterday and discovered there were only two left. The perps stole three packages.

I bought vegetables and went to the refrigerator bin to use the vegetables, they were gone. None left whatsoever. And the ones they left, they squeezed so much that they were useless. And when they don’t take the vegetables, they wet all the vegetables so they’ll get soggy and wilt.

I found a  hole, about fist size, in the cabinet above the oven.  They did this so mice can get into my apartment and infest it with roaches.

My soap and toothpaste keep disappearing. They steal the soap,  and with the toothpaste, they squeeze the paste out of the tube.

I find fingerprints on my kitchen table all the time and footprints in my bathtub.

They go into my bedroom closet and take whatever they want. I never know when I come home if I’ll have clothes to wear the next day, or food to eat.

I bought pesticide to spray in all the crevices, but I didn’t use it the same day.  When I went to use the pesticide the next day, the top was open and it’d been emptied.

And I have to keep checking my cabinets all the time because they keep making holes to attract vermin.

And every time I leave my house, they turn on my air conditioner so I’ll have a big power bill. I don’t even want to see my bill this month. I’m sure it’s going to be very high.

The perps also broke the refrigerator panel that keeps the refrigerator cold.

I know what I wrote about the missing things might seen petty to some of you, but when this happens all the time, it gets expensive.  Always having to replace things and not knowing what I’ll find  in my apartment when I get home can get tiring.

Oh, isn’t the life of a target just wonderful?

Every minute of every day, we have to keep watch on everything in our apartments.  If we don’t, we’ll find a family of roaches living behind our refrigerator, or even mice crawling up the wall of our apartment.

Isn’t living in Perplandia just wonderful?  How ever did we get so lucky?

I’ll trade places with anyone who wants to live my life. It’s such a wonderful life.

B——s all!

Get out of my life damn U.S. government!

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Gang Stalking – Need a long, long vacation.

Long Vacation (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Marin MTB (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Another day in Perplandia.

Well, the perps destroyed more of my things.  Not mine, exactly.  The things broken belong to the complex.  After returning home, I opened my cabinet draw, and when I tried to close it, it wouldn’t close.  The drawer won’t stay up.  It goes down. The part of the drawer that  keeps it up someone broke.  And my refrigerator has not been working properly in the last two days, so I checked it out to see if anything is wrong with it.  I was removing the food from the freezer and noticed the part of the freezer that holds the fan was loose, so all the air was getting out.  They unattached the part that keeps the fan running and keeps the food frozen.  None of the food is frozen.  I threw the food out because I don’t want to get sick.

The savages have absolutely nothing better to do.  All the savages know is to destroy, destroy, destroy. They are act like two-year-olds.  They can do whatever they want to me, or to the place I live, but don’t  I dare complain to anyone, or say anything to them about what they’re doing to me. They will immediately turn around and begin to complain to the other savages.  They’ll have fits, act hurt (oh, my heart breaks), and immediately go to the office and complain about what I’m doing to them.  Of course, they’re angels.  I’m the bad one.  They have to be protected from violent me.

And now that their savage children are out of school, it’s even worse.  I live on the second floor, and their little darlings are riding their bikes here on the second floor.  The other day, I almost got hit by one of the bike riders.  I have to be careful every time I step out of my apartment. It’s either some kid throwing rocks, or riding around on his bike.

I really, truly cannot stand these people. I moved to this place in August of 2012.  I haven’t even been here a year yet, but the people who live in my complex are the lowest of the low.  I don’t think people get any lower than the people who live here.  If I move, things will not improve.  It’ll be the same thing all over again.  I just don’t know what to do anymore.  There are few options left to me.  Stay here and put up with low lifes, or move.  And that’s not much of a choice.

I wish I had an answer. What to do?  What to do?

Oh, what a hell of a life we targets live.  I need a long, long vacation away from people, and to sleep for a month.

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Gang Stalking – Life will get even.

Stairs (Photo credit: jeremydeades)

Husbands & Wifes (Photo credit: nerosunero)

Kids on the bus (Photo credit: roarpett)

Ah, another great day in Perplandia.

I went for a very long walk today and walked with no clear direction in sight.   I’ve gone through a terrible time lately and a lot of anger is building up inside of me.  So  I thought a long walk would take care of the anger and get me back to a half-way normal state, there’s really no normal when someone is a target.  My walk was more than three hours long and it felt good to just walk.

After my walk, I decided to head home.  When I arrived home I felt so good, I ran up the stairs.

I didn’t pay attention to anything going on around me.  As I walked toward my apartment, I noticed that the people from apartment 108 were out and had a camera pointed at me.  So I went into my modeling bit.  I twirled and turned.  They wanted to take photos of me, so I bent down and told them to take  pictures of my ass.  I thought it was funny.

Well, the wife, who was standing next to her husband, didn’t think it was very funny.  As I was opening my door, she flew up the stairs to my apartment. And I mean flew. One minute she wasn’t there and the next she was.  She came  up to my face and told me never to take pictures of  her husband or sons.  I didn’t say anything.  Here she is taking pictures of me and telling me not to take pictures of any of them.  And she told me not to ever put my ass in front of her husband. She threatened to beat me up if I ever did that again.  I responded by telling her that she’d threatened me and that it’s against the law to threaten someone.  She got in my face again and told me she didn’t care.  She took her hand and it looked as if she was about to punch me.  I told her that if she put one finger on me, I’d call the police and have her arrested.  Her husband ran up the stairs, grapped her, and forced her to go downstairs.  As she went down the stairs, she called me nasty names and told me I should start taking medication.  I responded in kind.  I told her she should be taking pills since she obviously needs them to calm her down.  When I said this, she ran up the stairs again and was about to hit me when he husband stopped her.

When she got downstairs, she again began calling me names.  Her husband never says anything, but he’s an instigator.  He quietly tells her things about me to rile her up. He likes seeing her acting crazy and defending him.  I guess it turns him on having a woman fight for her man.  What a creep!  And she doesn’t realize what the man is doing to her.

I’d had enough and told them to go talk to themselves because  I was wasting my time talking to them.

I went into my apartment and they began playing loud music.

The people downstairs never leave me alone. When it’s not the adults, it’s the two kids throwing rocks at my apartment door. But I’m not going to worry about what they do to me, because one day I have a feeling those little children are going to turn into real terrors.  And they have to deal with them. Life has a way of getting even, and it will with the people downstairs.

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Gang Stalking – “Is there any drug abuse?,” asked the 911 operator.

English: A Chicago police officer on a segway. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Logo of the United States National Institute on Drug Abuse, part of the National Institutes of Health. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m finally able to get on my computer.  Again, I don’t know how long the computer will last before the hackers get at it.

I went out to the railing in front of my door to get some fresh air.  As soon as I stepped out, here come the kids and the people from downstairs.  I cannot step out in front of my door without a bunch of people appearing.   They want to make sure I go right back in.  So, I decided I’d go in and get my camera.  I came back out, and as soon as they saw my camera, the adults went running.  The kids stayed out.  I videotaped the kids to get proof of their rock throwing.   I want to get proof of what they’re doing to me.  The kids were running around and paid no attention to me.  So, I went back inside.

Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Someone began banging on my door.  I did not open the door.  I said, “Who is it?”   A woman answered, “I want to talk to you.”  I replied, “What about?”   The woman said, “I heard you were taking pictures of my cousins.”  I replied, “If I want to take pictures of your cousins I can.”   She replied, “Don’t take pictures of my cousins anymore, or there’ll be trouble.” And she left.

Bang! Bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang.  Someone else was banging on my door  again. And this time the person was banging very loudly.  I did not open the door.  The person kept banging.  I asked, “Who is it?”   A woman responded.  It wasn’t the same voice.  She said, “I heard you were taking pictures of my cousins.”  I didn’t respond.  She banged, banged away.  She said, “Open the door. I’m going to take that camera away from you.”   She kept banging very loudly.  I heard her turn the door knob.  I told her if she didn’t stop banging on my door, I was going to call the police.  She kept banging,  so I called the police, something I never do.  There are so many  cousins, I was afraid they’d break into my apartment. The second woman who knocked on my door is ten times my size and can probably throw me without any problem.  If I tried pushing her, I’d be in trouble.

The 911 operator asked my name, address and all the typical questions.  When she got that out-of-the-way, the first question she asked, is, “Is there any drug abuse?”  I replied, “What do you mean?  Me, or them?”  The operator replied, “Anyone?’  I answered, “Well, I’m not using any drugs, I don’t know about them.”

When I was living an ordinary life, this question never came up, but since I’m a target, supposedly I do drugs, drink, etc.  The operator ended the call by saying the police would come.

So far, no police. And if the police show up I’ll be very surprised.

P.S.  Two Metropolitan Las Vegas officers  just showed up. See you later.

I’m back.  I went outside to talk to the police and they asked me what happened.  And I explained to them how I’m never left alone by the people downstairs and the tenants on my floor.  Before I could get a word in edgewise, the perps were all over the place trying to get in their side of the story.  The police officer told them to wait until I told my side.  One of the police officers seemed to want to listen to my story, but the other one had a smirky smile on his face, as if he didn’t believe anything I said.  When I finished with what I had to say, the police officer who was questioning me said, “Okay.”  And then as he walked away he said, “Just remind calm, okay?”  The way he said it  made me feel as if he was blaming me.  Because, you know, we’re all crazy, of course.

So now I have to be even more careful than before.  I have a bunch of gang cousins after me.

The life of a target is just so exciting…

Another day in Perplandia.

Oh, as I’m about to hit publish, the kids are out again screaming loudly, and one of the cousins is blowing his car horn.

Ah, life.

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Gang Stalking – Another day in Perplandia.

Abuse (Photo credit: Ex-InTransit)

Paw prints (Photo credit: Dvortygirl)

English: Fingerprint (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I noticed when I was cleaning my glass table today that there were fingerprints all over it.  I put my fingers next to the old fingerprints to see if they were mine. No match whatsoever. My fingerprints are round, and the prints on my table were long.  Not only were there prints, but dog paw prints. They had a dog on the table in my apartment.

Welcome to another day in Perplandia.  Perplandia, a land where abuse is as common as a cup of coffee.  Where abuse is the normal order of  a target’s day.  A place where someone can’t even be polite.

I accidently ran into a little girl.  I said, “Oh, I’m sorry.”  She put her hands on her hip and replied, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, excuse me, excuse me. What’s up with that?”  Her mother stood by and laughed.

This little girl was about six-years-old.  She sounded like a twenty-year old.  I could almost hear her mother’s voice. I’m sure she’s heard her mother say the things she said to me a hundred times or more.

I couldn’t believe the little girl’s demeanor.  It was so unsettling to me that someone this young was such a bitch at her age.

It doesn’t matter how nice we are to the people in Perplandia.  The people in Perplandia don’t understand someone who is polite.  This little girl  made fun of my politeness to her.     This is not a rare occurrence where someone made fun of my politeness to them. It’s done all the time.  No matter what we targets do, it’s wrong, wrong, wrong.

Don’t you know the perps are perfect humans?  Perps don’t sneeze, touch their hair, pick their nose, touch their ear, cough, laugh, fart, poop, burp, smell.  No, no, they just make fun of us targets doing these things.

The truth is, I’ve never seen such a bunch of  misfits.  Most of them are dirty-looking, heavy, smelly, not stylist, uneducated miscreants.

But it doesn’t matter how they look or smell, they feel superior to us targets.  They feel superior to us because they’ve been given the right to abuse us.  They can abuse us and get away with it.  No one is going to stop them.  The government has given them the power to dump on us.  And it makes them feel powerful.  Probably the first time in their lives, they’ve been given  any kind of power.  And power corrupts.

That’s why gang stalking works.  It works because of people like these. It gives them a purpose in life.  And they’re made to feel important for the first time in their lives.     They’re made to feel very important, and getting that pat on the back is addictive.  Why would anyone want to give that up?

Isn’t living in Perplandia such fun?

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