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 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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

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

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!

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

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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Gang stalking – Street Theater, and lots of it!

English: Suitcase made with cloth material. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sorry, I haven’t responded to anyone’s comments. It took me 5 days to move. I moved by suitcase. I put some things in my suitcase, took them to my new apartment and went back and forth for five days doing this. I didn’t have enough things to hire someone to move me, so I used my suitcase. I thought I had nothing to move, but once I started to move things, things added up. I can tell you, after 5 days of doing this, I’m pooped.

Anyway, if you want to know how bad it is out there for us targets, try renting a new apartment or moving. What an experience! It was worse than the last time I moved.

I experienced a lot of car, suitcase and pail theater. Everywhere I went perps surrounded me. I could go nowhere without a group of them showing up. They showed up imitating me lugging a suitcase, carrying pails, and white cars showing up at every light. They were everywhere like roaches looking for food and I was the food. The busses were full of idiots carrying suitcases. And the car theater. White cars would show up and surround me. And if it wasn’t white, it was red. And the car imitators would always show up when I got to the street corner. And those who lugged suitcases would imitate me having trouble dragging the heavy suitcase around. They would actually stop in the middle of the sidewalk and do tricks with their suitcases. They looked so stupid!

Since I’ve moved into my new apartment, someone has broken into it every day. They’ve left my door open two times. One day I came home and found all my lights on. Another day, all my cabinet doors were open. At nighttime, my apartment is an icebox. They turn blowers on from other apartments and make the place an icebox. And the binding that goes around the front door that keeps out the cold been removed. There was a big hole under my kitchen sink, which I had them repair. As I walk around the carpeted apartment, I can feel wires under the carpet. This lets them know where I am at any moment. It’s a bad job they did of hiding the wires. And, of course, the sinks have no stoppers. They never put in stoppers. It’s to encourage roaches and other vermin to enter the apartment. When I left my last apartment, the roaches had the run of the place. I kind of gave up on trying to keep them out. I just them run wild. And, of course, the air conditioner never works. Every time I turn on the heater, it gives out hot air for about a minute and then turns cold. So, nothing’s changed. It’s the same s–t all over again. Only thing is, I no longer have to look at those faces I couldn’t stand to look at. I’m making it a point not to look at any of them. I turn my face every time I see one of them coming toward me. And they’ve began imitating me doing the face turn. Good! I don’t have to look at their stupid faces!

And the people above me, stomp their feet at night and try to hit me with electricity. The first night, they stomped around like crazy. The next night, I got out my little gadget and, boy, did they stop stomping around. Their stomping around let me know where they were and I’d aim for them. I can imagine the man above me getting hit in a certain spot. Did I laugh! They think twice about stomping around now.

There a few good things about this new apartment, but I’m not going to mention them. If I did, they’d make sure that the complex got rid of them.

So, sorry for not responding to your comments sooner. It’s good to be writing my blog again. And thanks for continuing to read my blog and making comments even when I don’t respond. Love you all. Take care of yourselves.

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Gang Stalking – Change the way you handle perps.

English: David Marshall, Bus Driver from Melbourne, Australia (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hamburger and fries served in an American dinner. Source: http://pdphoto.org/PictureDetail.php?mat=pdef&pg=8657 Photographer: Jon Sullivan (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Still apartment hunting.  It’s so hard to find a place that’s safe. In a normal world, I wouldn’t have a problem finding an apartment, but the world I live in  is a totally different thing.

At the bus stop yesterday, I thought I was going to get beaten up.  As I’ve said, I have a problem keeping my mouth especially when I’ m being abused.  Anyway, have you ever watched an ant hunt for food?  First, the scout(or whatever he’s called) finds some food. Then another ant follows.  And slowly, but surely, there are so many ants surrounding whatever the first ant found that it’s impossible, if it’s a creature, to get away.  That’s the way I felt yesterday. First, there were a few perps and slowly came the other perps.  I felt like the creäture the ants find and kill.  First, one perp said something to me and I ignored him. And then the others ganged up on me. There was one man, who stood by me  and kept repeating the word “crazy ” in his conversation.I knew he was referring to me.  I didn’t say anything. I kept my mouth shut, but then a woman began calling me crazy.  I took a look at her husband and made a remark about how big his stomach is.  She began to scream at me and told me she was going to beat me up.  I responded that if anyone needed help it was her husband.  I told her that someone with a  stomach that big obviously had problems and he probably needed more help than I did.  She looked at me like a bull ready to charge and began to scream.  Of course, I just let her scream. And everybody surrounding her agreed with everything she said.  Of course, they did.  All perps.  The bus came and she got on  and warned the bus driver about me.  I decided it was best for me not to get on the bus with all the perps on it.  I love how the perps can insult us non-stop, but dare to criticize one of them, oh, no. never! These people have very thin skins.  One little insult and they go crazy.  Can you imagine if they had to deal with what we have to deal with every minute of the day?  They wouldn’t last one day!

And then I went over to a burger place to get a hamburger, which I often don’t do. I would cook the burger at home, but, somehow, it just doesn’t have the same taste. This hamburger place always does the same thing to me, so I’ve found a way to work  it  my advantage. Every time I order the burger, the cashier asks me if I would like  cheese?  When I began going there, I would say yes. And each time, I would get no cheese. If I said no cheese, I’d get cheese.  So now when she asks me if I want cheese, I say no.  And guess what, I get free cheese.  So I don’t pay for cheese I really want. Yesterday, I decided to thank her for the free cheese. And as I was walking out, I made the remark, “It always works.”  You’re probably wondering why I’m letting you know this. Why mess with a good deal?  Well, I decided eating all that cheese is not good for me, so I no longer need to keep the secret to myself. Maybe this happens to you. If it does, maybe you can do what I do, and you’ll get free cheese each time.

This also applies to when I walk.  When the perps began showing up everywhere I walked, I considered it an annoyance.  I’ve began to think about it differently.  I decided to think of my walk as an obstacle course. Each time a perp gets in my way, I have to figure a way of getting around them. This makes my walk a lot more interesting.  Instead of just walking a straight path, I now have hurdles I have to get over.  My walks have become a lot more fun now. I kind of look forward to having them get in my way  and trying to figure a way to get away from them.

So I’m beginning to see my targeting in a different way.  A way to make myself stronger.  I don’t get stressed during my walks, and I feel better.  And I’m going to try doing this with every perp situation.

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Gang Stalking- Evil is as evil does!

Library (Photo credit: ellen forsyth)

Bastards!

I haven’t been able to get in the computer all day. As I told you, as soon as I show up at the library it becomes the “in” place to be. The freaks are all over the place. I truly have a hard time believing that people can be so “EVIL”. But they are. Anyway, I just got on to read any reader comments.  The library closes at 8 p.m. and it’s already 6:03 p.m., so I don’t have too much time on the computer. I get one hour and then I have to get off and give someone else a chance to use the computer. I have to get in line again and wait for someone to get off one of the computers. I’ m sure if I weren’t in the library, the computers would be sitting empty at this time.  Evil is as evil does!

The library people must be very  happy. The more people who sign up for library cards, the more money it gets from the government.

I hope things are going well for all of you. Don’t let them get to you.

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