Gang Stalking – What I wouldn’t do for an ordinary day!

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The last four days have been really hard on me.  Non-stop electricity sent my way,  and at nighttime, awaken almost every hour, before it was every two hours, now it’s every hour. I’ve hardly gotten any sleep  this week.

I guess they’re punishing me more because I’m not compliant.  I’m not letting them crash my computer. I’ve gotten a lot better protecting my computer, and they can’t shut me off. Not that they ever could stop me from writing my blog. Silly rabbits!

And it’s Easter week vacation for the little darlings.  There’s a woman who lives in apartment 205 who spends all day harassing me. She stands by my door saying  nasty things  about me, and laughing loudly.  She makes sure I hear what she says.  I shut her off. I run to my exhaust system and turn it on. It’s so loud I can’t hear her.   She has her grandkids run in front of my apartment, stomp their feet  and make a lot of noise.

So do the perps in apartment 206 and 209. I’m surrounded in every direction. The man in 209 constantly stomps his feet. When he stomp his feet, it sounds like a herd of elephants coming through.  He does this all day. I’m hoping he stomps his feet so hard that he’ll hurt himself.  Every time I go out of my apartment, he has to come out and harass me. He’s always wearing the same color I’m wearing.  A few days ago, I called him a name that wasn’t too nice. He deserves to be called any name I call him.

And then the idiots with the horns.  Do you remember the horns clowns always used?  That’s exactly the kind of  horns I have to listen to all the time.

And then the cretins who sit in theirs car and rev it for hours on end, or keep slamming their doors.

Oh, and I forgot, the barking dog at my door at night.  Some idiot comes up to my door at night and has his dog bark and bark. One time, I thought for sure he was going to break into my apartment. I was ready for him. I’m ready for anything that comes my way at night. I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect myself. I have a feeling that I’m going to have a lot of barking dogs at night.

I can’t even go out and get my mail. A bunch of perps,  it includes kids, stand around and  wait  for me to get my mail.  The kids start to scream and run around me in a circle. And the older perps, do their “coughing” routine.  And mimic things they’ve seen me do.

Even when I have to throw away my garbage, I’m not left alone.  Suddenly, every perp has to throw his/her garbage out. They can throw their garbage out any time, but they always have to wait until I throw my out.  What would they do if I never threw my garbage away?  Would they ever throw theirs away?

And when I write my blog, the naked women they try to include in it. There isn’t a time when I write my blog where some naked women doesn’t  pop  up?  I have to be careful that  I don’t send them out.

Oh, what I wouldn’t do for an ordinary day in my life?

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Gang Stalking – Sweet dreams.

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This is going to be short. It’s late at night, and I’m tired just from trying to get on the computer.

I think I know who my hacker is.  There’s a man who lives two doors from the left side of my apartment.  The man never, never, ever goes anywhere.  He sits in his apartment all day long, rarely goes out and is totally weird.   If I pass by his apartment, and he has the door open, and he sees me, he  immediately runs to close his door.  He’s afraid  to have me see what he’s doing.  His computer faces the wall that faces in my direction.  So I definitely think it’s him that hacking my computer. I have no way of proving it, but if I had to bet my life on it, I would say it’s him.  He’s a real creep.  I’m definitely sure he’s the hacker.  He tried to delete what I wrote, but WordPress, as always, came through and saved it (thanks, WordPress).

That’s it for tonight.  Relax.  It’s the weekend, and I’m sure you’re all tired from what you have to face every day.

Try to get some sleep. I know that’s difficult for us targets.  Nighty-nighty, all.  Sweet dreams.

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Gang Stalking – Feel no sympathy for gang stalkers.

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Last night I actually slept six hours.  Very rarely do I get so lucky and get six hours of sleep.  Usually the perps wake me up every two hours by hitting me with electricity.  But it was too good to last.  They’ve tried to make up for the sleep I got last night by hitting me all day.  No matter where I sit, the low lifes hit me.  They hit me on my head, back and the idiot downstairs gets my feet. There’s a man who moved horizontally across from me and he hits me all the time.

But believe me, they get it right back.  I don’t sit in my chair and do nothing. I have a few things I  hit them back with.  So even though I’m being hit,  they also get their share of torture.  But it’s one against many, so I get a more hits than they get individually.  But there have been many examples in history of one overcoming the many.

I believe in doing to others as they do unto me.  I believe in returning to someone what they do to me.  And that’s the real me. Don’t f–k with me and I won’t f–k with you.  I wasn’t always this way.  At one time, I just ignored a lot of things done to me, but there’s a point where someone has to fight back.  And I reached that point a long time ago.  I’m over being nice to creatures who mistreat me.  I’m over telling  myself to be nice to people who want to harm me and cause damage to my body.

It doesn’t matter how nice or polite I am to the perps, they come after me.  They’re like a bunch of unthinking human beings.   They go around saying to themselves “get her, get her, our master wants us to get her.”  They’re like slaves. I really try to understand these horrible people, because there must be a problem with all their brains.  The sheep must obey  the training given to them by their masters.  Maybe they’ve all been implanted with zombie chips. That’s why they can’t think for themselves.  The master does all the thinking for them and they just follow.  And it doesn’t matter what their master tells them to do, because they’ll do whatever’s demanded of them.

If they’re told to steal, they steal.  If they’re told to rip targets’ clothes, they do.  If they told to poison someone’s food, they do. If they’re told to kill someone’s pet, they do it. If they’re told to fix target’s car so target has accident, they do.  If they’re told to steal target phone, computer, etc., they do.  There is nothing these perps won’t do in the name of their master. Even kill someone if they’re told to.

My life is bad, but I think their life is worse.  It seems they have no control whatsoever over their life.  They must obey, or they become a target. And becoming a target is their “just deserts.”   They deserve a long life of targeting without let-up.  I have no sympathy for any of them.  They created their own fate.

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Gang Stalking – A baaddd night.

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Oh, last night was a bummer.  I didn’t get any sleep all night.  The perps hit me with electricity non-stop. They hit my feet, my back, and the back of my head.  Every time I was about to fall asleep, they’d wake me up.  I tried to protect myself by putting up cardboard boxes, plastic bottles, and plastic wrapping. Nothing worked.  I think  I got about an hour of sleep, or less.

I’m walking around like a zombie; half awake, half asleep.

I tried washing my dishes, but I kept notting off.  I bumped my head into the kitchen cabinet doors several times.  Had to use the bathroom and almost fell asleep on the seat.

So today a short blog. I don’t have the energy to put up with the  idiots who hack me all the time.

So just a few words of optimistism. I can’t even spell today.

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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 – New to gang stalking: welcome to your new reality!

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If you are new to gang stalking, your life will never be the same again.  Never again.  Everything you believe in will change.  Your beliefs about the government, religion, family, police, people, in general, will come crumbling down.  You will be awaken to a new world were nothing is real.  Where everything is an illusion.  Have you ever seen the “Matrix” ?  Well, this will be your new reality.  Everything you thought was real, is not. You’ve lived in a bubble and someone decided to pull the plug from you.

Your new reality will be that you’ve become a person that will be unwelcomed everywhere you go.

That people will try to hurt you every chance they can.  That people will hate you for no reason whatsoever.  That you will be rudely treated.  That police and gang stalkers will watch you non-stop.

Forget about having privacy, you won’t have any.  Not in your home, computer, outside, not even in your bathroom or taking a bath.  You’ll have pictures  taken of you from every angle,  and pictures  passed  around by government flunkies.

Anything you love, like family, photographs, treasures, memories will disappear; destroyed by gang stalkers, or stolen.  You will not get much sleep.  You’ll be lucky if they allow you to sleep 2 hours a day.  They’ll keep you awake to drive you crazy, or to cause you to commit a crime, or become violent, and then they can put you in jail or some mental healthy facility.  You’ll become distrustful of anyone you meet, because you’ve learned not to trust anyone; every time you have, they screwed you.

You’ll probably lose your job due to workplace mobbing.  And you’ll have a difficult time finding another one.  If you do find another job, the same workplace mobbing will occur.

The gang stalkers will destroy your clothes, your furniture, ruin your food, steal your money, cameras, kill your pets.  There is nothing of yours that they will not tamper with, or destroy.

Your life will be one of 24-hour surveillance – by cameras, cars, people, computers.  You will not have any time to think.  They want to destroy everything about you.  They want to leave you naked without personality, just as they do to soldiers when they’re in training.  They want to drive you crazy, and they do that by  destroying what you are, or used to be.  They’ll make sure you become isolated, so that you have no friends, or anyone you can lean on.

You will not be able to defend yourself, because of the many lies told about you.  And if you try to defend yourself, you will, of course, be called crazy.  And no one will believe a word you say, ever!   Accusations of being a thief, violent, alcoholic, child abuser, pedophile, lesbian, gay, terrorists will follow you. Whatever they think they can stick on you and work, they’ll do.

You basically will have no life.  Your life is theirs now.  It belongs to the freaks and government. Whatever part of  life belongs to you, you’ll have to spend protecting yourself from the creeps.  The freaks will follow you everywhere, even at home.  I could go on and on with what will happen to  you, but I’d go on til infinity.

By the way, this can happen to any one at any time.  Don’t think you’re safe if this is not happening to you.  You might find yourself reading my blog some day on how to protect yourself.  Think about it.

So all the above will be your new reality.  Welcome to your new life in hell!

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

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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 – Describe what you’d do with an extra four hours .

There are a lot of things I can do with an extra four hours.  But I definitely wouldn’t do them.  What I’d do is sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleeepzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – When you need quiet time, where do you go?

Quiet time, what is that?

There is no quiet time for me. Ever! I long for a place to go to get some quiet time. That’s impossible with the gang stalking I’m experiencing. There’s nowhere I can hide and relax. Not in my apartment. Not on the street. Not in a store. Not in a restaurant. Not even in my bathroom. I’m hounded in the bathroom, too. So where do I turn for quiet?  The only place I can. My computer or my small radio. I put on my computer and plug in my small radio and I get lost in  the music.  It’s not a great solution, but it works somewhat. There’s no other place for me to get lost.  I guess my only real quiet time is when I’m able to doze off and get sleep.

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