Gang Stalking – Police officers are also victims of harassment.

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Back at the hell hole again.  That’s the library to you.  The hackers broke my computer again. This time the computer only lasted about two weeks before they broke it. The computer is not broken all the way. I was smart enough to give passwords to my hard drive, so they froze the computer.  No programs work.  I can hit and hit and get nothing.

I was reading about a police officer in the North part of Brooklyn, N.Y.,  and he’s experiencing gang stalking, too.  His gang stalking began with the “stop and frisk” program.  This is a program where blacks and Hispanics get stopped for absolutely no reason at all, except for their color.  This police officer is a decent human being and did not want to go along with the program.  He would not stop people and frisk them.  If he saw  someone                              somewhere doing nothing, he left them alone.  The higher-ups wanted him to stop everyone he saw while patrolling in his car.  But he wouldn’t do it. He didn’t feel right harassing people who’d done nothing.  He got demoted to foot patrol in his neighborhood and then  driving around prisoners to where they had to go.

The top brass kept harassing him about his low arrest numbers.  They harassed him so much, his blood pressure went through the roof.  He ended up in the hospital. He spent a week in the hospital and went back to foot patrol.  And again, he wouldn’t arrest anyone.  The upper, upper brass even went to visit him at home and told him to improve his numbers. The told him to “pay the rent”.  Meaning, arrest more people so the police department looks good.

His harassment got so bad,  he decided to quit.  But, no, the top brass wouldn’t let him quit.  They knocked on his door and broke into his apartment.  They told him to get up and go back to work. But feeling as sick as he felt, he said “no”. They yanked him out of bed and told him to get dress.  He wouldn’t get dressed.  They called EMT and had him put in a mental ward. He lives by himself and no one knew he’d been put in a mental ward.  His father didn’t hear from him and went searching for his son.  He eventually found him in the mental ward and took him home.  Both  father and son moved to upstate N.Y.  But the harassment by top brass didn’t stop.   Police officers still show up at his door, knock loudly and say nasty things to him.

He decided to sue the police department.  He had proof of everything that happened to him.  He tape recorded every word from every officer.  But he lost.  And till this day, he’s not left alone. He’s still harassed.

He’s  sued the department again and his trial is coming up soon.

So, I have to believe there are decent police officers out there, but if they follow their conscious, they’re in for a hellish time. I guess that’s why a lot of them just do what they have to and keep their mouths shut until they can retire. This office officer made me realize there are decent police officers out and we shouldn’t judge them all with the same broad brush stroke.  They also are victims of harassment.

P.S. I ran out of time on the computer I’m using, so I had to get in line again.  Yesterday, no one in the library. I used the library for three hours without stopping. Today, gang stalkers waiting in line to use computers, of course. What a surprise!!!!

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Gang Stalking – Let the tears come.

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This morning I woke up feeling feverish and chilly, and felt a lot of stomach pain. And totally exhausted.  I did not feel like getting out of bed, but I forced myself to get up and have breakfast.

After breakfast, I took a Tylenol and walked around trying to feel better.  But I didn’t.  I still felt awful, and decided there’s no way I’m going out today.  So I made my way back to bed.  It was really good to be under my cover.  The warmth made me feel a lot better.  I laid my head down, and the tears came.  I didn’t cry, the tears just came down.  And I let  them come.

I thought of my mother and about how much I miss her.  And I thought how many times did she cry silently, and  I wasn’t aware of  it.  I’m sure my mother cried a lot of silent tears, but I never saw them.

I know why the tears came.  I’ve forced myself to keep going no matter what.  To write my blog, and be.  No time for tears.

With all the stress I’ve been experiencing lately, I didn’t  let my guard down.  It’s go, go and do what has to get done.  There are people all over the world who have worse lives than I do.  At least I have a place to sleep, eat, keep warm, so I shouldn’t feel sorry for my self. I should be grateful for what I have.

But the constant harassment never lets up.  It’s electricity hitting me all the time, being followed every minute, cars honking, people constantly laughing at me with their smirky laughs, at night someone unlocking my door, hacking into my computer, my phone, filling my apartment with terrible smells, clothes disappearing from my closet, people aping everything I do, etc.  It gets very tiring.  I never get a minute to just relax and think.

To just sit and think is a luxury for us targets.  It is a luxury we’re not allowed.

Every minute, it’s make them miserable, drive them crazy, make them want to end their lives, do something that will make them commit a crime so they end up in jail, or in some mental hospital.

There is no time for crying, or we won’t survive.

But our bodies know us better than we know ourselves, and they come to our rescue.  They make us cry and let out all the nasty stuff building up inside of us.  If we don’t let out the tears, we would explode.

So I’m grateful for the tears.

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Gang Stalking – I want freedom!!!!

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If  you don’t like to see me write four, five letters words, I’m warning you not to read this. I just have to let out some anger.

I am so, so sick of what I have to go through every day.  Every little thing becomes an all day  task.  Something which should take me a few minutes to do becomes  a four,  five-hour thing.

I can’t go outside my apartment and enjoy the fresh air.  Some idiot will come out of his apartment and ride around in circles and circles in front of me.

And someone who doesn’t live near me, but lives a few blocks away, just always has to walk by when I’m standing outside.

Or if I decide to go the store, I have five bastards, who live three doors from me, suddenly have to  go the same way.

If I cross the street, the creeps have to cross the street.

If I go into a restaurant, I’ll have ten people or more people follow me in.

If I go to the library, suddenly the library gets very busy and there’s a long time to use a computer.

Or if I  take out a book  I want to read, suddenly everyone wants to read the book.

If I want to take a walk, suddenly the sidewalk  becomes very busy.  People everywhere.

I can’t have nice furniture, because the bastards will destroy it.  Can’t pretty up my apartment, because they’ll un-pretty it. Can’t have curtains, because they’ll rip them; or flowers, because they’ll empty out the water and kill the flowers.

I’m just so sick of the bastards.  I don’t have a day, or minute to myself.  The lowlife scumbags surround me everywhere I go.  They seem to have absolutely nothing to do with their lives, but annoy targets.

I’m just sick of being held hostage by these miserable pieces of shit!

I need a break from this life.  I’m sick of what I have to put up with every single day of my life.

I want to take a walk without being followed.  I want to enjoy a meal without an entourage.  I want to go out with friends and enjoy their company.  I want to breathe fresh air without the gang stalkers surrounding me and suffocating me.

I just want to live free.  I want to live my life without the bastards being in it every second, minute, day, hour, week, month, year.

I want to live my life without feeling I’m in prison surrounded by prison guards.

I want to be let out of this hell.

I want freedom, freedom, freedom.

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Gang Stalking – Is this life worth living?

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If I sounded a little paranoid last night, I have reason to be.  All the lights in my complex were turned off. All week-long, I’ve had trouble with my water. I’ve had rocks thrown at my door.  People knock at my door, and when I open the door, there’s no one there.  Wouldn’t you be paranoid?

Anyway, last night, as I wrote was, was dark.   I had lights in my apartment, but all the lights outside the apartment were dark.  In the dark anyone can do anything.  And I wouldn’t put anything beyond the perps.

I awoke today to dribs and drabs of cold water.  No hot water again.  And the cold water lasted only about 2 hours and then it went off.  No hot and cold water again.  The perps  keep playing their baby games.  They think everything they do is just so funny.

The hot and cold came on about an hour ago.  I wonder how long  it’ll last this time.

I’m truly getting sick and tired of all the b.s.  Why can’t these freaks just leave me alone?  If they want to be freaks, why don’t they join the circus?

Last night,  just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard someone turn the door knob.  I quickly got up from my bed and put a bunch of stuff near the door to keep someone from breaking in. I put my chair, books, bottles full of water, anything that would make noise if it fell.  I didn’t sleep all night.  I couldn’t relax.  I was too stressed.  My body wouldn’t let me sleep.

Something’s got to give. I can’t keep living this way.  It’s hell every single day.  If I had someone living with me, I’d have someone to fall back on, but being on my own, there’s no one I can turn to.  So far, I’ve managed to stay sane, but we all  have our breaking  point.  I really  don’t know how long I can put up with all the b.s.  It’s really getting to me.

How much punishment can a body take?   I’m just physically and emotionally tired.  I’m tired of getting my body zapped, never being left alone, followed everywhere.  Not a moment to just think and dream;  always being on guard?  This kind of tension is not good for any body.  I’ve managed to stay healthy in spite of everything done to me.  How long will it be before my body begins to rebel?

I keep asking myself: is this life worth living?  So far the answer has always been yes, but maybe I’ll reach a point where it’ll be no.  Because, really, I want some joy in my life. And there’s no joy in my life.

How can people be so evil?

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Gang Stalking – I feel sorry for the children.

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English: Graffiti on a wall in Lisbon depicting a priest chasing two children, denouncing the child abuse scandal that rocked the catholic church (which is still quite powerful in Portugal). Image taken 2 feb 2011 Nederlands: Graffiti op een muur in Lissabon, Portugal, februari 2011. Een priester rent twee kinderen achterna, een protest tegen het sex schandaal dat de katholieke kerk ook in Portugal teistert (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: NORFOLK, Va. (April 26, 2007) – Capt. Scott Pollpeter, commanding officer of Naval Support Activity Norfolk, read “Hands Are Not for Hitting” by Martine Agassi to preschool children at Norfolk’s Child Development Center (CDC). Pollpeter visited the CDC to help spread the message about child abuse prevention. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist Seaman Justan Williams (RELEASED) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I stood waiting for a red light to turn green.  A man and a little girl stood next to me. I thought, how good-looking they both are.  I asked the man, “Is that your daughter?”  He said, “Yes, she is.”  I told the man his daughter was very pretty. And he said “thank you.”   The light turned green, and we both went our separate way.  As soon as he walked away, I thought to myself  “why did I say anything?”  I immediately knew that men with little girls would soon be standing next to me everywhere I went.

And sure enough, the next day, children all over the place with their fathers, mothers, grandmas.  And each one waiting for me to pay attention to their “little darlings.”  Since I’d spoken to the man, of course, he reported what I’d said.  And this was a new way to harass me.

While I waited for the bus one day, a man with a little girl, kept pushing her to talk to me.  I purposely paid no attention. And then we all got on the bus.  I went up to the second level of the bus (It’s a double-decker) and, sure enough, the man followed me upstairs.  He took a seat to my right, one seat in front of me.  He kept sticking his daughter’s face almost into mine.  I kept ignoring them both.  Finally, he decided that he was going to make sure that I said something to his daughter.  He moved to the seat right next to me, and kept turning his daughter’s face toward  me. I wasn’t about to play the game, so I got up and moved three seats ahead of him.

The perps will sell their souls and their children to get a target’s attention.  They want to be able to text, or tell at their meetings, about an encounter they had with a target.  I know they get paid, but I think they get paid extra for any new thing they can discover about a target.

The perps are really sick people.  How can they use their children in such a way?  Most of the kids they push toward me are usually very young.  Kids who are between 4 – 6 years old.  At this age, children want to please their parents, so they will do what their parents tell them, not understanding what is happening.  To me, what the parents are doing is child abuse.  They’re forcing their kids to act in a way that’s not normal.  Plus, they’re teaching their children to be abusive to others.  And  by forcing their kids on an adult, that makes it easier for kids to trust adults.  And all adults can’t be trusted with kids.  And when these same kids grow up, how do you think they’re going to behave toward other adults?  Not too nice, I bet.

So, you perps,  keep your kids away from me.  You’re all sick!  How can you use your kids the way you do?

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Gang Stalking – Sick and tired of all the crap.

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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 – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – When is it a good time to quit?

When is it a good time to quit? There’s a common sentiment that you should always tough things out and that it’s weak to quit. When is this not true? How do you know you should quit something?

It’s time to quit something when you feel sucked of energy. The thing that you’re doing  takes all your energy, and it makes you tired. The thought of doing whatever it is you’re doing just makes you not want to wake up to face the day.  It could be a bad relationship, which is no longer full of love, or fun.  You just want to run away from the relationship.  Then it’s time to quit the relationship.   Or you have a job that you hate.  Your boss is domineering and wears you out.  The thought of going to work with the boss makes you sick.  Perhaps the place you live is a place that doesn’t feel like home.  As a matter of fact, you don’t even want to return home.  You’d rather be somewhere else. Then it’s time to look for a new place to live.  It’s time to quit the place.  Or maybe a friendship you have no longer works for you no matter how you try to keep up the friendship.  It’s time to quit the relationship.

It is time to quit something when it no longer feels good, or is causing you to feel bad about yourself.  You should do something because you enjoy it, not because you have to endure it.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – When is it okay to quit something?

It’s okay to quit something when you’ve done everything in your power to make it work and it doesn’t. For example, you have a boss that no matter what you do, you can’t please her/him. Everything you do is found wanting. And you’ve spoken with your boss to resolve the problem, but nothing works. You feel yourself hating to go to work. Just the thought of going to work makes you sick. You’re tensed and are taking the tension you feel on other people. It’s time to quit the job and find a new one.

This is also true with family. When I first discovered  gang stalking was happening to me, I trusted my family.  I had no doubt that they would help me  with what I was going through.   After a while, I began to suspect  my family knew about the gang stalking and  was taking part in it.   I denied to myself that my family knew about gang stalking and was gang stalking me. I didn’t want to believe it, because I didn’t want to lose my family. But no matter which way I turned, there was evidence that they knew.    It hurt to know that my family would do what they were doing to me.  The  family that I loved and respected had turned against me.  I kept holding on to my family.  I didn’t want to let go.  But eventually I had to face the truth.  And to save myself, I had to let go of them.  It hurt to lose my family, but  I couldn’t deal with them anymore.   Today, the pain in my chest is just as deep as the first day I discovered they were lying to me,  but it was time to let go of them.

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