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Gang Stalking – Hackers, hack away at my computer — but I’ll always come back.

I love coming into the library and seeing the new hackers. They look so smug. They think I don’t know about the fact that they hack my computer.  They’re not told about the other hackers who tried and failed. They’re not told that I know how to work with their hacking. They think they’re so good that I won’t be able to type my blog, or won’t be able to use the computer at all. But within about 5 minutes, they began to wonder what they’re doing wrong. Their hacking teachers don’t tell them about all the others who came before them.  Of course, I watch them. And then  I see the smile fade from their faces. That’s when I know they don’t know what they are doing and don’t worry about them anymore. I just go on with what I have to accomplish on that day. But still, they keep at it. The  hackers think that they’ll still get me. But I’ve been at the game a lot longer than they have. And I’ve found ways around them that they don’t know about.

So, hackers, hack away. If you can stop me, more power to you. But I’ll always come back on!

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Gang Stalking – Eager Beaver perp loses.

New perp yesterday  – Good-looking and knows it. He’s full of himself.

I begin to type my blog and get toward the end, almost finished with it.  The new perp gets into  the computer and I can’t figure what’s he’s doing. I can’t find “save” nor “publish”.  I try different things, but nothing works.  I  just get a  lot of empty space.

I look at the new perp and tell him that hacking will get him 3-20 years in prison. He laughs. Tells me that he’s hacking me! I tell him,  “I know”. He laughs again and continues to mess with the computer. I tell him that I’m going to tell the librarian what he said.  He laughs again. He laughs because he knows the librarian won’t help me. I get the librarian and show her what’s he done to my site. She looks at the perp and gives him a big smile. I catch her. She tells me that he’s not hacking my computer. That something is wrong with the site. I tell her that there’s nothing wrong with the site! She walks out. Bitch!!

Her telling me that he’s not hacking me makes me really want to get the jerk. I do things on the computer I’m not allowed to do. When it comes to it, it’s  them or me. This time it’s me. Finally! All the spaces disappear from my blog. I quickly hit “Publish”.  My blog gets published. Yea!

I go over to the perp and tell him that I’ve published my blog and that’s all I care about.

The new perp does not look happy. He looks puzzled. He’s probably asking himself “What happened’?” The smile on his face disappears.

Not the first time it’s happened to an eager beaver perp. Not so sure of himself anymore. I leave the computer room with a big smile on my face. Got another one!!!

As I sit here, I got another eager beaver. We’ll see who wins this time.

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Gang stalking – They smile and then screw me.

When I moved into my new apartment, I told you of the things wrong with it. I told you about the furniture and how suspicious I was of getting it for free. And now I can tell you why. I wanted to take pictures of the things messed up in my apartment and I didn’t want the perps to damage the photos when I took them to have them developed. The camera I have is a throwaway camera.

Well, this is what I discovered about my table and chairs.  The chair padding is disgusting.  The padding of the chairs is made of old, rusty linoleum, paint and scratches all over the padding. The padding looks as if it was in someone’s bathroom and they took it  and used as padding for the chairs.  The linoleum also has a hole in the middle of it.  Better to hit me with, I guess. The chairs are too big and don’t fit under the table.

I took the chair to the manager and showed her what I found. She said that’s what carpenters do. They use old scraps to use as padding for chairs and other things.  She told me that her father is a carpenter and that’s what he does, uses old scraps to pad beds, chairs, etc.  If her father uses old scraps, I’m sure if he’s any kind of decent human being, he cleans the crap! The linoleum looks as if the dirt’s ingrained from 20 years ago. That’s how dirty it is. I’m sure there must a law in Las Vegas that says carpenters can’t use such crap! But so far, I haven’t found a place I can go and report it.

The bed I use, as usual, has a slit in the bottom of the mattress, more like a hole, really. This is done to me everywhere I go, put a slit, or hole, in the mattress. That’s also to let electricity get to me.

My windows have air holes everywhere. It’s to let the cold, or hot, air get into my apartment. The air conditioner/heater doesn’t work. The heater goes on for about a minute and then turns cool. This is also done to me everywhere I go. And the air conditioner/heat, never, never goes off, as it’s supposed to.  The last two weeks in Las Vegas have been very cold and I really thought of going to a shelter to stay warm. But I heard horrible things about shelters, so I thought it’d be better if I’d stay home, where it’s a little safer, not much safer, but at least, I have a lock on my door.

All my faucets leak. Every one of them.

My bath tub still has water running out of it. I hate taking a shower because I have to spend 15 minutes drying up the bathroom, that’s how bad it is. The area under the bathroom sink has air holes.  The air comes in from everywhere and there are openings for vermin to get into my apartment.

The kitchen area is also very strange, behind the cabinets there are oblong, open areas where electrical cords’ are plugged into the wall and I don’t know what they’re for.

And I still haven’t figured out what the oblong thing is in my closet. I have not been able to remove the carpet covering the object. But I suspect it’s coolant system, because at nighttime, I can feel the cold air coming into the living room where I sleep.

And the carpet on the floor, I can feel electrical cords underneath my feet as I walk around my living  room.

Oh, and the refrigerator. What a mess that is!  I’m supposed to have an ice maker, but there’s nothing there. Every part of the ice maker’s been removed and there’s only a hollow, open oblong piece that let’s only lets out cold air.

On the surface, the apartment looks in good shape, but underneath it,  it’s just falling apart, purposely, of course.

It does me no good to complain. Every time I go into the office to complain, they tell me it’ll be taken care of, and this do this with a smile, of course.

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Gang Stalking – The beginning of the 5th year as a victim of government harassment.

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English: The Oregon coastline looking south from Ecola State Park. Français : La côte de l’Oregon vue depuis Le parc d’état d’Ecola en regardant vers le sud. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Electricity pole near Mäntyluoto harbour.

English: Electricity pole near Mäntyluoto harbour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Main health effects of sleep deprivation (See Wikipedia:Sleep deprivation). Model: Mikael Häggström. To discuss image, please see Template talk:Häggström diagrams (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

On July 11, 2009, I officially became a victim of gang stalking.

Before this date, I experienced people following me around, playing loud music where I lived, the complex manager often threatened to call police on me for no reason (if I said something she didn’t agree with, or if I complained about  condition of the complex, etc.).

But July 11 is the day the electricity began.

I’d began suffering sleep deprivation.  I was not able to sleep more than an hour a night. I couldn’t understand why.  In all my life, I never had a problem sleeping.  I’d hit my bed and within 5 minutes I’d be asleep.  I found it strange not being able to sleep. I changed my diet, exercised more, stop eating after 6 P.M. But nothing helped. My sleep pattern didn’t change.

I felt I needed a vacation, so I went to Oregon to visit my sister.  While I was in Oregon, I slept well, no one bothered me and the visit to my sister seemed a little odd.  When I think back on it, she was angry with me all the time, and never smiled. Not once.  I don’t know if she knew about my gang stalking. I never said anything to her about it.

On my return to Las Vegas,  July 9 and 10  were the last two days I would experience as a life free of gang stalking.

On July 11, I went to bed as usual, and began experiencing sharp hits to my back.  The hits got so bad, I slept on my couch instead of my bed.  The couch was all right for a while, but then the attacks began again.  And during the day, I experienced the sharp attacks to my back when I went out.  And now, there were more and more people following me everywhere I went.  And the noise level I’d experienced at home was now happening everywhere I went.

The bus drivers began being rude to me.  They would put on the bus lights as soon as I entered the bus.  And screeching their brakes became part of my life.  On the bus, I began getting the sharp hits to my back.  Everywhere I went I got hit.  It didn’t matter where I went.  Life became a living hell.

I knew my lease was up at the end of August and decided I would move.

If you read my blog, you know the rest of the story.

On July 11, 2013, I began my 5 year of gang stalking. Even though my gang stalking began before this date, I did not experience electricity that I now experience all the time. So I consider July 11 the anniversary of my gang stalking.

It has been hell for the past 4 years. There were times I almost gave up.  But since then, I’ve learned how to protect myself. And I began writing my blog, which lets me pour out to the world what is happening to me day after day.

I don’t know if this will ever end. It seems to get worse as the years go by.  I guess I can expect to experience gang stalking for the rest of my life.

Thanks, United States government!

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Gang Stalking – Girlfriend, or partner in crime?


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Image via Wikipedia - gangster with tatoo.

The man next door has been totally transformed. When I first saw him, he was wearing a leather jacket, real shoes, and had his hair professionally cut  by a stylist. And he always parked his SUV in front of his apartment. Now, he’s grown a beard, wears white sneakers, a Hoodie, loose blue jeans, and he’s let his hair grow. If this is the way I’d seen him the first time, I would have taken him for a gang stalker. But now he’s become a gang stalker. He’s playing his part. Today, some instinct told me to go out and just wait, so I did. I went outside and just waited. Well, guess what?  He comes out of the  apartment with a black woman. I saw his wife the other day, so what’s up? Is the woman a partner in crime, or his side thing? The woman was flirting with him while I was watching, so I can tell she likes him. Body language again. I told you I’ve read many books about body language and I’ve learned to read people. I can read most people like a book. So I don’t know if she’s a girlfriend or another gang stalker? Anyway, every time I see the man next door, he nobs his head and gives me a big smile. I look at him and totally ignore him. Eventually he’ll get the hint that I have no interest in being friends with someone who is trying to bring me down. I will outlast him and all the other freaks.  I have no choice.  My survival is at stake.

There’s also another woman who has entered the scene.  She lived here last year for a few months and then disappeared.  Now, she’s back.  She never comes out, but she has  a curtain rod by her window sill.  Why would someone have a rod by a window sill?  The reason.  So the rod catches any electricity directed at  her window.  And how would she know that unless she’s one of the gang stalkers?  So I’m suspicious of her.  I’ll keep my eye on her.

The government people don’t like the fact that I write a blog.  They want to keep other targets in the dark.  If the targets run across my blog, they might find out what’s happening to them.  That’s not good.  They want to make sure that any new targets end up in some institution, or start taking tranquilizers.  If the targets end up in an institution or take tranquilizers, no one will believe them when they tell people what’s happening to them. People will just think the targets are crazy.  But they can do whatever they want to me, I will not quit writing  my blog, nor stop fighting back.  They can all go straight to hell!  And here’s my backside to all of you (the government people, not my precious readers).  Kiss my ass.

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  • Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Who do you know that deserves a peace prize?

    The 2011 Nobel peace prize was recently awarded to Tawakkul Karman, Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, and Leyman Gbowee of Liberia, all leaders in their respective countries for promoting civil rights.

    For today’s topic, consider a local peace prize  for your workplace, town or your community.  Who in your  daily world deserves to be recognized for promoting peace and goodwill?

    If you can’t think of someone you know today, was there someone who comes to mind?

    I thought and thought of someone I can recognize for promoting peace and goodwill.  I have not run into anyone lately who fits that description.  I’ve met nothing but mean and uncaring people in the last few years.  There’s been very little kindness shown toward me.  I’ve tried to get help for my gang stalking problem, but no one will even listen.  If I had met someone who showed an iota of kindness toward me, that is the person I would choose to recognize as someone promoting peace and goodwill.  But no one deserves this prize.  Maybe the homeless man I wrote about in my blog.  The homeless man who put a smile on my face.  Yes, that’s who I would choose.  The homeless man who showed kindness toward me.  He was homeless, had nowhere to sleep, but, yet, he was a gentleman to me.    Maybe that’s why he was homeless, too sensitive for today’s world.  So the Nobel peace prize would go to the homeless man who gave me flowers and put a smile on my face.  I’m still feeling his kindness.  Every time I see a flower, I think of him. And I’m able to smile.

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    Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Make an argument for why weekends should be longer.

    Different cultures expect a different amount of working hours from working people. Make a serious argument for why either you, or your entire society,  should have more time away from work.

    I used to have a job where I worked four days a week, ten hours a day. It was great having three days off. The three days enabled  me to get a lot of things done.  I knew I had a day to do errands and the other two days I could do whatever I wanted without worrying about not having enough time to relax.  By the third day, I could feel all the stress leave me.  I was ready to run three miles. 

    As the working situation is now, we get eight hours to work, eight to sleep and eight hours to do whatever we want.  But we don’t really get any time to really relax.  When you take into account the eight hours we get to do whatever we want, it’s  not really true.  In those eight hours, we have to  cook, run  errands, spend time  traveling to work,  visit a doctor, handle any emergencies that might arise, clean up, etc.   So those eight hours  we have to “do nothing” are full of things we must  do to keep life running smoothly.  That leaves us with little “downtime”.  We’re perpetually running to and from some place.  We rarely have  time to  sit and chat with someone, or just relax.  That’s why there are  so many people on tranquilizers.  It’s  the only way they can relax.

    So four days of work sounds  a great way to solve the problem of stress.   The three days off from work will give people time to de-stress.  They’ll  go back to work relaxed  and ready to give their best to work.  And just knowing that it’s only four days of work really helps to put a smile on someone’s face.

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