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Gang Stalking – Perps who inhabit my world.

I wrote the other day about a man I call “Billy-goat”. He looks like one. This man has harassed me for 3 years now.  He used to live in the same complex I lived in before I moved to the complex I live in now. He now lives in the same complex, too.  When I lived in the other complex, every morning he would go  to  the gas station, sit on the bench and wait for me to come by,  and then he would watch which way I went, get on his phone and report which way. If he saw me going toward the bus stop, he’d  sit across the street from where the bus stopped and watch me until I got on the bus. Then he’d report what time I got on the bus and in which direction I was going.  This went  on from 2010 until I moved out of the complex. I haven’t seen him for a few a months and  here he is again. He’s back watching everything I do. Every morning I have to think of different ways of getting out of my complex so I won’t have to look at him.  There are many ways I can get out of the complex and a lot of times I’m able to avoid him.  But there are times when I come out of   the  complex and there are perps in every corner of the complex, so I usually have to pass by the billy-goat. He sits chewing tobacco and looking like a billy-goat. I’ve called him Bill-goat to his face. He did not seem happy to hear me call him a billy-goat.

And he’s not the only one I have to avoid, there’s the cleaning woman. She’s the same way. I don’t know what this woman does all day. Every time I get out of the elevator, her cart and all her supplies are sitting idly by. And no matter what time of day I come in and out of my complex, there’s her cart with all its supplies. She also  has keys to every apartment in the complex and can easily get into mine. Who would question a cleaning woman coming into my apartment?  They’d just think she’s doing cleaning in my apartment.

And there’s a guy right next to me who spends all his time electronically harassing me. I’ve called him a few names, which I won’t mention here. They’re kind of nasty names, but he deserves every one of them. When he’s not electronically harassing me, he’s making my apartment a sauna.

And there’s the guy upstairs who spends his day hitting me electronically and heating up my apartment. At nighttime, he puts on  heavy Nazi-like shoes to keep me awake. I call him “The Loser”.

And then there are “The Two Bitches”. They’re the women who work in the office. Every time I walk into the office they act very sweet, and their sweetness is as phony as the are. They always want to know what I’m up to. They tape record my conversation with them on the phone. I rarely stop and talk. I enter the office, tell them what problem I’m having with the toilet or stove and  fly the hell out of the office.

There are a lot of other perps I can write about here, but this would become a very long, boring blog. I would go on and on and on about the scumbags who inhabit my world, but life is too short to  spend anymore time writing about them.

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Gang Stalking – Perps are such losers!!!!!

This morning, it was so quiet if a pin dropped I would have heard it. No people speaking loudly outside my door, no one slamming doors, no beeping horns, no police sirens, no  ambulance sirens,  not a mouse stirring, nothing. When  the complex gets very quiet, I know the lowlifes are up to something. And I listened carefully, but I could hear nothing. I wondered what the losers were up to. They were up to something all right!!

I usually put my rolling suitcase, my handbag, and  anything I have to take with me when I go out, by the door, so I can just run out the door and not have to look for anything on my way out.

I left my sunglasses on my kitchen table and went into the bathroom to clean myself up, and closed the bathroom door.

I came out of the bathroom and noticed my eyeglasses were missing, but I thought perhaps they’d just fallen on the floor. I got dressed, prepared breakfast and washed the dishes.

And then I began to look for my sunglasses. I went from my bed to the bathroom, to the kitchen, to the refrigerator, to my closet. I had things all over the place. I took everything apart, but couldn’t find my sunglasses. They were nowhere. And then I realized that probably someone had been in my apartment and taken them.  My door is very easy to open and a child can get into my apartment.  That’s the way every door has been since I’ve been a target. The apartment manager makes it easy for the perps to get into my apartment.

That’s not the only thing that’s gone missing this week, or damaged. They cracked my trash can, put water into my vegetables, ripped  the  sleeve  of my hoodie jacket in half,  stole my apartment keys, mailbox,  library card and library book, that I have to pay for. I just brush these things off and make a point of forgetting them, otherwise, I’d be a real mess. If I think too hard about what they do to me, I would definitely crack up, so I just make a point of forgetting.

So that’s why it was so quiet. They were waiting for me to start screaming when I discovered my glasses were missing. And I know  how they work, so I stayed very quiet, not a peep out of me. Not one. And I made a point to keep to my routine, because I know they’d want me to not come to the library and write my blog, but guess what, here I am. I’m sure they’re disappointed I didn’t scream and yell and have a fit. Oh, too bad, you losers, you didn’t get anything from me.

And let me tell you, they had so many perps, to make sure to add to my day. I was very good, totally ignored the bastards. Oh, I think I said something to some slut.

So losers, you didn’t get me to do what you wanted. You’ve made my last two weeks beyond miserable and you thought I’d reached the point of no return; well, guess what, I didn’t crack, and I won’t!!!!

So I have to buy new sunglasses! Big shit!  I survived the last two horrible weeks and will survive whatever you do to me. You should all be as strong as I am. Losers!!!!!

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Gang Stalking Perps are dirt under my feet.

It seems that every day  there ‘s   maintenance men doing something around the area where I live.  They’re always digging up rocks around the water valve. They go in, do something to the valve, close it up and maybe two days, they’re  back in doing it again and again.  Well, this week it’s not the water valve. They’re now fixing something  on the ground floor. The area is, of course, right around where my apartment is.  They’re probably going to put in some electrical thing to harass me with.  You see, the two idiots above me haven’t gotten to me, and the handlers want to make sure that I suffer and they want to hear me suffering. Since I’ve been very quiet and have said very little since I moved into this apartment, it’s driving them all nuts. They’re getting no reaction from me. The idiots can be standing right in front of my face, and I can truly say  I  don’t see them. After a while, they all start to look the same. It doesn’t matter their color, race, how tall they are, short, etc.,  they all look the same to me.  I no longer see their features, what color their  eyes  are, or notice anything about them. They’re non-existent in my eyes. A non-entity. They have no meaning in my life. They’re dirt on the ground, something I can step on and not be worried about hurting.  They’re useless pieces of human waste who have nothing better to do with their lives, but destroy other people’s lives. But in trying to destroy us, they’re only doing  what eventually will  doom them.

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Gang Stalking – Perps are traitors to America’s freedom.

Edward Snowden  knew  what the National Security Agency was doing while Bush was in office.  But he decided there was nothing he could do with Bush as president.  So he decided, he’d wait to see what the next president would do.  He assumed, wrongly, that the next president would find out what was happening to American citizens and stop the program.  He waited for the next president, Obama, to stop the program.  Four years went by, Obama did nothing. He again waited for the next president. Obama, again. After all the waiting, he decided that Obama was just like Bush and would nothing to stop the monitoring of American citizens and other countries.   This is when Snowden knew he had to do something to stop the program. He decided he had to let the American public know what was going on.  He leaked information to a British newspaper, and the paper published the information. After that, others papers also published Snowden’s leaks. And  then all the media   got into the act and talked about all the spying going on by the National Security Agency.

So Snowden waited a long time before coming out with the information he had. It was not a done deal when he gathered the information. He seriously thought of the consequences of what he was doing.  In my opinion. Snowden  is more of a hero than I  thought.    He’s as much a hero as those who fought the British to get America’s independence.  Not like the perps who are traitors to America’s freedom.

And it doesn’t matter what man wins an election, Democrat or Republican, they’re all controlled by the 1% and will do nothing to change the system from within once they get into office. No matter who gets into office, it’s be the same old same thing. Nothing will ever change. Nothing. The 1 percent run the country. We every day people have no say in what a president does. I don’t even know why I bother to vote at election time.

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Gang Stalking – I’ve now become like a jungle cat.

This have something with gang stalking, but it’s funny.  I went to the store and bought myself one of those things that look like a donut. Women use it in their hair to make a bun. I was in no way going to wear a bun, but I knew a lot of zombie women would start wearing a  bun.  And sure enough, there are women in Las Vegas walking around wearing a bun on top of their head.  Today, when I walked into the library, a woman sat at the  computer with one of those bun things on top of her  head. I could not contain  my laughter. I began laughing out loud.  Monkey  see, monkey do. Apologies to all monkeys.

Well, anyway, enough about the bun. But I’m still laughing while typing this.

You know, I’m getting really good with my instincts. I’ve always had good instincts, but now it’s beyond good instincts.  I’ve become like a jungle cat.  I no longer have to watch out for perps, instinctly, I make a right/left turn without thinking about it.  It just happens, especially when I’m walk through the parking lot to avoid parked perps.  Now they know that I walk through the lot, so they sit in their cars waiting for me to come by so they can hop out and slam their car door. But my body knows they’re sitting in their car and will automatically make a right/left turn. This happens all the time. I make an immediate right/left and someone will invariably hop out of his/her car. I noticed this about 3 weeks ago. I kept turning when my aim was to go straight ahead. My body knew better and made a right/left turn. So I no longer worry about some perp hiding behind a sign, tree, car, corner, my body warns me.

If you’ve ever watched one of those films about animals in the jungle, they show a tiger, lion, buffalo, or some other animal, suddenly come to a stop, or make a sudden right/left turn, that’s the way my body reacts now. My body knows that I’m in a jungle surrounded by perpetrators  and warns me of danger ahead. My body has become more “animalistic”. I can now walk for a longer stretch of time, go longer distances without getting tired.  I’ve become like a Geiger counter and know what’s ahead before I know what’s happening. It’s a good thing. I now know if there’s danger somewhere, I will definitely know ahead of time.  It’s made my life a lot easier. All the walking that I do has paid off.

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Gang Stalking – I’ve underestimated the stupidity of perps!

Window air conditioner, from left side

Window air conditioner, from left side (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Notifier Fire Systems fire alarm

A Notifier Fire Systems fire alarm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Beavis and Butt-head in Virtual Stupidity

Beavis and Butt-head in Virtual Stupidity (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Stupidity (Bad Manners album)

Stupidity (Bad Manners album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have cardboard  in my closet. The other day, the maintenance man  showed up to check on my fire alarm.  When I signed my lease, the woman at the front desk told me never, never mess around with the fire alarm. She told me that if I did , I’d  have to pay $40.00 every time I did anything to the alarm. In my old apartment, I removed the alarm.  The perps set up the alarm to make a loud hissing noise, so I removed it.  Since they couldn’t drive me crazy anymore, they put something into the air conditioner to make the same noise.  I don’t know too much about air conditioners and  could not remove whatever they put into it. And while I lived in the complex, I had to put with the hissing. I guess they didn’t want me to do the same thing to the alarm in my new apartment. And the hissing nose continues here. Anyway, while the maintenance  man was in my apartment, he seemed very interested in what was in my closet. I have very little in my closet, but he noticed I had cardboard.  I mention this  incident to illustrate the stupidity of the perps.  Now every time I walk around, there’s someone standing around with a piece of cardboard, or carrying it.      So, imagine, a man of about 60, just standing in the middle of the street, holding a cardboard as if he’s in love with it. Also imagine a woman, well-dressed,  carrying a dirty cardboard  around like she’s holding a lover.   When I saw the  man, I just had to laugh. I walked away  laughing at stupidity of the perps.   Of course, now they make fun of me laughing. So the idiots  go around laughing and carrying pieces of cardboard. They look absolutely ridiculous! I’ll be waking by and see someone sitting with a piece of cardboard by him. Or I’ll see someone walking by with a baby and a piece of cardboard sitting next to the baby. This just shows their stupidity!  They’ll do anything their masters tell them to do.  These people have to be real zombies to stand around with a cardboard piece looking stupid.

I really underestimated their stupidity!

P.S. You should see how full the library is.  I’m such a valuable commodity. As I keep writing, I help keep a lot of people employed. The government should give me a medal!

Gang Stalking – Don’t just exist, challenge yourself.

Stories

Stories (Photo credit: Enokson)

I had a lot of comments today. Thank you.  I had a hard time trying to approve your comments. The perp hackers kept deleting “approve”.  But I see I saved them all.  If you don’t see  comments from me, or your comment is missing, the hackers probably removed it.  It’s always something with these people. I don’t think they like me to get a lot of comments. A lot of comments means that people are reading what I write and that’s not good. The secret of what they’re doing to us will come out and they don’t want that. They want to continue what they’re doing. Their paychecks will stop coming if their secret gets out. But no matter what they do to me, I will continue writing my blog. Without some kind of challenge in one’s life, there’s no story. There’s just existence. And a lot of people who are just existing, like the perps.

Take care of yourselves.  And don’t let those perps get to you. In the end, they won’t matter. They’ll just be existing.

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