Gang Stalking – Have to do laundry third-world style.

I finally went out and bought myself new clothes. Nothing expensive, the perps will just rip everything to shreds. I was really beginning to look like a ragamuffin. Still do in some ways. I also bought myself a new hat. A new Fedora. I can just see it now, every perp wearing a Fedora. The last time, I bought a Cadet hat, everyone and his mother were walking around with cadet caps, still are.   When I walked out of the store, there were  perps  wearing the color of the blouses I’d bought and a few were  wearing Fedoras.

I was looking so ragamuffin because I can’t wash my clothes in the laundry room. I used to wash my clothes there, but stopped. Every time I’d walk into the laundry room, it would fill with perps, who suddenly had to do their clothes. And they’d sit in the laundry room and talk so loud and make experience so disgusting, I’d leave. And then I’d have to worry about what they’d do to my clothes.

Isn’t it disgusting that in the U.S., which is supposed to be a free country, I have to wash my clothes third-world style? That I can’t take a walk without an entourage? That I’m not safe in my apartment? That the apartment is broken into every day?  That my food’s poisoned? That I’m hit with electricity? That my bed is a thing of torture?  And I could go on and on with what they do to me, but I’d bore you to death.

America the Beautiful is no more!

I’ve never seen so many unhappy Americans. Everybody’s dissatisfied with the way things  are, except the politicians. They’re cashing in on Americans’ unhappiness. They could care less. Unhappy Americans are gullible. Keep them at each other’s throats and they won’t think about all the problems in America. All politicians care about is getting voted into office. They’ll say and do whatever it takes to get re-elected.  Once the creeps get elected, nothing will change. The politicians won’t do a damn thing different. And the people will go back to complaining. Why didn’t the people vote the bastards out?

Oh, America, I miss what you used to be.

P.S. Do you remember the man I told you about who stole a woman’s handbag and tried ot get me blamed for it? What are the chances of that man getting to sit next to me every day at the computer?  It’s not a high number, but every day the perps work it out so that this creep gets to sit next to me. I told the creep he disgusts me. I know it’s not nice to say something like this to someone, but he makes me want to vomit on him.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Change the end of any famous story, true or fiction.

Perhaps Darth Vader isn’t Luke’s father.  Or maybe Nixon was never elected President.  Pick any story, true or fiction, from the real world or a book or movie, and change the last few  pages or moments of the story. (I really like this topic. It’s something I’ve thought of many times…if things had been different.)

I always thought that if I wanted to change any story, it would be of John F. Kennedy’s shooting.

President Kennedy and his wife, Jacqueline, are traveling in a motorcade in Dallas, Texas.  The motorcade is going through the downtown area of Dallas.  Jacqueline Kennedy, who is nine months pregnant, begins to feel labor pains.  She tells her husband she cannot go on.  She’s having labor pains. She tells him  she has to be taken to the  hospital right away.  The baby will be coming any minute.  JFK tells  the FBI to call an ambulance.  The ambulance arrives and both JFK and Jacqueline get into the ambulance.  JFK and Jacqueline arrive at the hospital within five minutes of departure.  Nurses, doctors come from everywhere to help the First Lady get to the delivery room.  JFK remains outside nervously waiting for his new-born son.  Within fifteen minutes of her arrival, Jacqueline gives birth to a healthy baby boy.  JFK is overwhelmed with the arrival of his new son and tells the FBI that the visit for the day in Dallas  is over.  The motorcade with the President and Jacqueline will happen another time.  A few days later, JFK and Jacqueline present the newborn to the nation.  JFK stays  alive.  He finishes his four years in office and is re-elected for another  term in office.

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