Gang Stalking – I will not lose my temper.

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Day 6. Today is the 6th day and no one has shown up to fix my ceiling.  I haven’t removed the hanging plaster from the ceiling, either. I’ve left it as it is.  And every day, I take a picture of the damage to my ceiling.

I can get angry, but it won’t do any good for me to lose my temper.  All that would do, is they would tell me that I’m crazy. And that would make the people in the office happy. The last thing I want to do is make perps happy. They’d be happy that they made me lash out in anger. Plus, they’d have something to talk about when they go to their weekly perp meeting.  Then they can be the center of attention because they can report what I did.

You see, these perps attend weekly meetings, if you didn’t know, and discuss us targets.  They tell their monitors everything they saw us doing.  And the more they have to report on us, the better they look.   These perps will also get advice on how to handle any situation they’ve had problems with.

I’m sure the perps turn meaningless incidents into tall tales.   They blow everything out of proportion, so they look better.

So I’m not going into the office again. I’ll let the hole stay as it is.  When I get angry enough, I’ll go to Court with all my pictures.

What we targets have to put up with is disgusting.  If any other tenant’s ceiling plaster fell off,  it would’ve been repaired in one day.  But being a target, no one really cares what’s done to me.  They all revel in making my life one miserable day after another.

But as I said, I’m not going to get upset, life has a way of getting even with miscreants.

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Gang Stalking…it’s always something.

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I caught them again.  They were  tracking me again.  I was trying to get on my internet service and saw a camera-like thing popping in and out of my computer, so I hit it.  There they were requesting to get on my internet service and stating that it was an emergency.  Emergency?  Why is it an emergency?

I don’t understand why the idiots have to hack into my computer. My blog is open for all to see, so why do they have to hack  my computer?  All they have to do is go to my blog and there’s my blog  open to everyone. I guess acting like spies makes them feel important.

They are all such absolutely ridiculous people.   I went to the internet service and changed my password today, but, of  course, the people at the company gave it up right away to the Nazis.

It really annoys the hell out of me that we can’t go anywhere and do anything without some idiot giving the other idiots our information.

It is against the law to harass us.  We haven’t done a damn,  damn thing.  If anyone is breaking the law it’s  the damn Nazis.  But yesterday on the radio,  I heard something the man said about  the people who harass citizens. He said that  right  always wins.  That the  people  like Nixon, etc., all  got caught.  He said eventually everybody gets caught.  And this made me feel good, because I know all the games these Nazis play will put them all in prison.   “Right always wins” said the man, and he’s right.

Yesterday, I mentioned it was raining in Las Vegas.  Well, the rain helped me.  I’ve always been suspicious  of  the part of the ceiling right in front of the air conditioner.  It always made me curious, the way the  plaster was sloppily applied.  It didn’t look  right.  And last night I was proven right.  The cheap plaster  put on the ceiling came  off (and when I say cheap, I mean cheap, it feels like a very thin cracker) and there’s a slit running right across the air conditioner.  There is nothing under the plaster, just a long slit and the water is coming into my apartment from the opening.  I don’t know what’s inside the ceiling. The ceiling is too high for me to take a look.  If it rains again, the damn ceiling might cave in.

I went into the office (it’s now opened on Saturday) and told the woman about it.  As always, she didn’t  seem  too concerned. She told me it’ll be taken care of tomorrow.

Let me tell you, if  that ceiling falls in, I will definitely suit.

I’m sick of  the hackers, the people in the office, and all the sub-humans who live near  me. They all make me sick, sick, sick.

It’s always some bullshit I have to handle every day. I’m sick, sick, sick of all the shit.

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