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Gang Stalking – Did store clerk change color of shoes?

The weather in Las Vegas is hot, hot, hot. It’s been over a 100 degrees already. And I heard on the radio that it will be 120 on Sunday. It was a very cold winter in Las Vegas. I don’t remember a winter being as cold. And now it seems, summer is going to be hell. It’s only June and June is usually a nice month, but not this June. I’m not looking  forward  to summer in Las Vegas this year.

Well, I just want to you  be  aware of something I discovered. Maybe they’ve done it to you. I bought shoes and they’re two different colors. One brown and one black. I don’t know if they did this to me in the store, or in my apartment. If they’d done in the store, I would’ve noticed when I got them home. So when I was not  wearing my shoes, one of the shoes was taken and replaced with another. Like last week, they’ve done all kinds of things to me to stop me from coming to the library to type my blog. I won’t go into details here. Better some things left unwritten.

It seems there’s nothing these animals will not do. The exchange of one shoe for another color is to make me look crazy, or make any of us look crazy. It’s just part of the psychological games they play with our mind.

So I’m sitting in the library with one brown shoe and one black shoe. It’s all right, though, because I’m wearing a black shirt and brown pants, so the shoes match my outfit.

I know a lot of people dress with different color shoes and I have no problem with that, but it should be my choice to wear two different color shoes. It should not be someone else’s.

So I want to warn you, make sure when you leave the store where you bought the shoes that they’re the same color. Go outside and check the color. And after paying for them, make sure you check the color again. Make sure the clerks haven’t changed the color on you. And make sure you’re not wearing sunglasses, as I was.

Has this happened to any of you?

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Gang Stalking – Step into my shoes for a day.

Well, I hope you targets out there get to read this blog. The last one I wrote didn’t get through. It was sent to another page and I couldn’t  send it to my regular page, so I deleted it.

Anyway, the other day at the library, it was like a zoo. I think it was  Wednesday that the library was overrun with perps. Every corner, seat, computer, table had a perp sitting on it, or leaning on it.

I came into the library, sat and waited for my turn to get on the computer.  The noise level while I waited sounded just  like all the noise the  animals make  at the zoo  – grunts, hollering, banging, lots of  hehehehehe,   stomping, walking around nervously,  etc.  The same thing is happening while I type this. Every one of the  jerks is doing the “fake” cough. I hope they all choke to death. And I mean it. I wish my tape recorder worked so I could record all the noise.  The people who are coming into the library are getting progressively trashier, if that’s possible.

So as I was writing, I waited for my turn to come.  A man got up and I went over to the computer, signed on with my computer number and hit internet.  I got no internet. What I got instead was a frontal view of a  naked woman, with her legs wide open, and her  pubic hair showing.  Immediately,  I  turned the photo off, and proceeded to write my blog.  I heard a woman laughing.  Oh, it’s so funny!

This is what I have to put up with at the library. A bunch of pornographers who think doing this to someone is funny.  I don’t think it’s funny at all.  If they want to look at pornography that’s their right,  but I don’t want to be in their sick world, and I shouldn’t have to put up with their garbage.  I went over to the librarian and told her what happened to my computer.  She got on the phone and said she’d take care of it.  Sure she did.  I beat what she did was call the monitor and tell her what the perps did to me and probably laughed about it. I don’t trust any of the librarians at the library. They know what’s going on and are part of what’s happening  in our lives.  They’re just as involved with what’s going on as the lowlifes who get paid to come to the library and harass us.  I don’t think most of these people have brains. I think most of them were born without them.  That’s why they act the way they do.

Oh, I had to get off the computer because my hour was up.  As I got off my seat, I noticed there was a puddle next to my feet. It wasn’t there when I sat down.  The lowlife who sat next to me threw the water on the floor so I’d fall when I got up.  I saw him put the cup away and put it in his plastic bag when the librarian came into the room to help a customer.  But I didn’t fall. I saw the puddle before I stepped in it.

These bastards all need to be put  in prison and the key should be thrown away.  Let the bastards fend for themselves.  Let them kill each other. The world will be a better place without them in it.  I know that sounds harsh, but you have to put yourself in my shoes to understand what I have to deal with every day of my life.

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Gang Stalking – Shoes, blouses torn?

How many shoes does one girl need?

How many shoes does one girl need? (Photo credit: Terriko)

The Salvation Army logo (Anglophone Version)
Men Shopping for Clothing Accessories

Men Shopping for Clothing Accessories (Photo credit: epSos.de)

Every time I step out of my apartment, the man in the apartment to my left comes out.  He sits in his chair and looks me up and down.  He’s looking at me to see what I’m wearing, then he can report back to the monitor what I’m wearing and the monitor can pass it on to the gang stalkers.  The gang stalkers can then find me by what I’m wearing.

The man next door doesn’t have to look too hard to figure out what I’m wearing. I’m down to one pair of  jeans. The perps ripped all my clothes, or stole it.  My blouses have big holes and I can’t use them anymore.  I need  to buy new pants and blouses, but why buy new pants and blouses when I know they’re just going to be torn?  I don’t know how much money I’ve spent trying to stay looking half presentable.  But it hasn’t paid off.  I go out and they get to work tearing my pants and blouses as soon as I walk out my door.  Maybe the government is trying to get the economy going by having the perps rip our clothes. It figures we’ll have to go out and buy new clothes and push the economy forward. But I know that’s not the reason perps rip our clothes. It does it to make us poor and upset us.  The government spends its time trying to figure what will make us crack.  And, women, especially, like to look good, and if our clothes get  torn, it figures we’ll get so upset we’ll need medication.

By the way, the perps also like going into your house/apartment and destroying your shoes. They’ve done it to me countless times. I try to get into my shoes and discover someone’s removed the heel, or taken it apart. I’ve had to glue a lot of shoes together.

So if you’ve  gone out, come home and find your clothes ripped, don’t despair. It’s not your imagination that your clothes have holes, the perps have been in your home busying destroying your clothes. If you can sew it, sew it. Don’t throw it out, though, keep it as proof that you’re being gang stalked. Take pictures of the ripped clothing, because the perps might come back and steal the torn clothes to get rid of the evidence.

If you need new clothes, go to one of those thrift places to buy your clothes. Goodwill, Salvation Army, etc.  Don’t waste a lot of money buying clothing that will just be torn by the gang stalkers. I know you’re probably thinking “I don’t want to wear someone else’s clothes.” I don’t either, but what choice do we have? Spend a lot of money on clothes that the perps will destroy?

I certainly would like to get even by going into their homes and ripping their clothes to shreds. I can just hear them crying.  Boy, would I have a good time ripping pieces of clothing they own!!!  It would make me feel so good.

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Gang Stalking – Sick and tired of all the crap.

My eye

My eye (Photo credit: neuroticcamel)

Needles used for hand sewing

Needles used for hand sewing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In the last week, my  eyes have been very itchy.  I had to rub them to get relief.  Today, I woke up with the area around my eyes puffed up, and  red.  My eyes are so puffy, they look like slits.  I know this is from all the pesticide sprayed down into my apartment.  Last week, my lips were swollen, now it’s my eyes.  As a matter of fact, my whole face looks like I have mumps or some disease.  I really look awful.  Good thing I have a pair of very dark sunglasses, otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to leave my apartment.   I’m sure people would run from me.  I know I would stay away from someone whose face looked like mine.  I wonder what’s next?  My whole body?

Sometimes I just feel so tired.  Every time I think I might get a break something happens – they break my computer; food I think I have is gone; clothes I’m going to wear torn; go to put on my shoes and the heel is gone; charger to my phone, gone;  my face lotion gone; toothpaste squeezed empty; my sugar is wet; bread broken into pieces; non-stop pesticide and insecticide sprayed on me; my sewing needles gone, etc. And on and on it goes every single day.  The savages never stop their crap.  I know they’re told to do damage to whatever we have, and believe me, they enjoy what they’re doing.  There is nothing safe in my apartment; no matter how unimportant it is. They love  to destroy whatever is in their sight.  They’re like locust.  After they come through my apartment,  it looks like a locust field.  A big, messy area.  And everything destroyed.

I’m always fixing something, or have to buy something.  There’s never any relief from the lowlifes.  They’re like little children who have no control over themselves.  I don’t think when they were growing up their parents taught them the difference between right and wrong.  They have no trigger which tells them they’re doing wrong.  It’s just go forth and do evil. And be good at it because you have no other talent.

In the meantime, we targets have to put up with the psychopaths.  And endure day after day of misery,  and the smell of pesticide. And a few hours of sleep; if we’re lucky.

I’m sick and tired of all the crap.  I wish I could find an answer as to what to do.

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Gang Stalking – Sooner than later, gang stalkers will have their day in court.

മലയാളം: കുരങ്ങുകള്‍

മലയാളം: കുരങ്ങുകള്‍ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Monkeys in a barrel

Monkeys in a barrel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Detainees at Camp X-Ray Original caption: Deta...

MTR Before Merging No Spitting Sticker at POA ...

MTR Before Merging No Spitting Sticker at POA Station (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Do you ever have days when you just feel like giving up?  Day after day, the same miserable things happen.  You never have a day when you can relax.  You just want to go to bed and sleep for a whole week.  Your bones can’t take anymore damage.  Your whole body aches.  You wonder when the gang stalking will end, and if it will ever end.  You think another day of the freaks following you around and you’ll turn around and slap one of the idiots.  But you know you won’t give in, or slap anyone around, but it’s good to think about it.  I’m sure a lot of you feel this way, too.

But you can’t give up, or in.  You have to stick around to see the end of gang stalking, because it will end.  You want to stick around so you can testify about the treatment you got, and put all the creeps in jail.  You have to believe that it will come to pass.  Whenever I feel I can’t face another day of gang stalking, I just picture the gang stalkers in prison uniforms (It will make you feel better).  I imagine them all lined up in a row, handcuffed and feet shackled.  And when they walk, they have to slide their feet in a way that makes them look like monkeys (apologies to monkeys).  I keep this image in my mind,  and I feel 100%  better right away.  I also picture myself walking down the row of gang stalkers and spitting in every one of their faces. And as I spit in every one of their faces, they angrily turn, feeling the way I used to feel.   Now, tell me you don’t feel better with this image.  I know I do.  And it will happen, sooner than later, I hope.

And for all of you who think what I wrote is mean, take a walk in my shoes some day.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Did you have a secret hiding place as a child?

Do you have one now?

It’s strange. Yesterday I wrote about a secret hiding place I have. Of course, I no longer have it, since the gang stalkers discovered where I hid my diary.

But, anyway, I’ve always had a secret hiding place. With a family of mostly women, nothing was really safe, so I always kept a secret place where I could hide something I didn’t want anyone to see. I’ve hidden things in a couch, in a freezer, outside in the yard, in my shoes. I once hid things way up in a tree. Taped things to the back of my mattress. You’re probably saying to yourself, why is she telling us where she hid her things? Well, I can tell you now, because I will never hide anything in any of these  places again.

Yes, I still have secret places where I hide things.  Things no one will ever find.  Not even the gang stalkers.  I have hidden the things so well, I sometimes forget where I put them.  The gang stalkers can come into my apartment and take the place apart.  They will find nothing.  Just because I wrote I hid something doesn’t mean I’ve left it in my apartment.

Countdown: 109 blogs to write.  Getting closer to writing 500 blogs.  Only 54 days left.

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