Gang Stalking – As I walk away, I curse them all…

English: Remy, caught in the act of stealing. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: A at a parking lot next to the West Village Apartments in . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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I just sat down to write my blog and outside my apartment there are about five, six kids jumping up and down, screaming their lungs off and just acting like a bunch of  riffraff.  Ah, isn’t a target’s life just wonderful.

I was at a store I won’t name. Those of you who read my blog know the name of the store and how much I hate the place. And I’m sure you who don’t know the name of the store are probably saying to yourself:  So why do you go there?  I go there because it’s convenient. I don’t have a car and I have to lug all the things I buy home.  This is the closest place to my apartment.

Well, anyway, as I was writing.

As soon as I stepped on the property of the store, the security guard passes by in his little toy car.  Every single time I go to the store, he’s the first thing I see.  As always, he gets on his radio and warns everyone in the store I’m on the way in.  The loud music begins to play as soon as I enter.  Everyone suddenly has to be where I am.  I go to the deli, no one around.  Not one soul, but suddenly, before I even give my order to the deli person, there are about ten, twelve people surrounding me.  While I’m waiting for my order, I feel someone watching me. I turn to my left, and there, in the cheese section, is a security guard watching me.  He immediately leaves and heads for the manager’s office.  He looked at me as if I was stealing something.  I was going through my handbag to get my debit card out before I went to the cashier.  While going through my bag, I feel someone else’s eyes on me.  It is the store manager, he’s staring at me and has a cart full of things trying to look as if he’s doing something.  I get my deli order and walk to get a bottle of water.  I get my bottle water and turn to see the store manager watching me.  I’m beginning to feel angry that these idiots are watching me.  I’d like to say something, but I control my outburst.

I go to the cashier to pay, there’s a person ahead of me in line and she’s paying the cashier.  Behind me, a line builds  up right away. Within about a minute, there are about twenty people in line. I can feel the anger building up inside of me  that I have to put up with this garbage everywhere I go.  I let a lot of the idiots get in line ahead of me.  I have to calm myself down, or else I’ll tell every one of the idiots off.  (Just writing this is making me angry.)

I finally get my debit card out and pay.

I head toward the door to leave.  There’s the manager standing by the door.  I give him a dirty look. I dare him by my look to say something to me.  He looks at me and he  looks like he’s about to say something, but decides not to.  He takes off with his cart. I leave the store and suddenly feel the urge to go back in the store and tell the manager off.  I go back in the store, but I can’t find the manager and quickly leave.  I know if I stay around the store, I will definitely be arrested.  I quickly walk away, all the time cursing all the idiots under my breath.

Another great day in Perplandia.

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Gang Stalking – A creep(s) makes himself at home in my apartment.

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English: The kitchen in a Stafford apartment (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Every time I leave my apartment, I think about how long it will take the gang stalker(s) to  enter my apartment.

And then I begin to think how disgusting it is to have some creep go through my apartment.  The creep looking at my underwear, my food, touching the food.  Looking at my life through his creepy self.   I think of the creep entering my bedroom and looking through my clothes, deciding if he’s going to rip it that day, or doing something  just as nasty. Perhaps taking my clothes with him to show and tell meetings.  Or going into my kitchen and putting a roach on my food, or throwing out my water and filling it with disgusting tap water.  Or perhaps going into my bathroom and taking my deodorant, toothpaste, or soap.  It creeps me out that some sub-human is making himself at home in my apartment while I’m out doing something. Or perhaps he’ll decide to look through my magazines or old mail.  And fold a page of the magazine over, so I’ll know he’s been in my apartment again.

This is what I think about when I go out.  I imagine the creep sitting on my toilet and not flushing it, as he’s done before.

These are the kind of things I have to think about.  About some creep wandering around in my apartment and making himself at home.  And I think, there’s nothing  I can do it.  And he  knows there’s nothing I can do about it.  So he doesn’t worry about getting caught.  Because he knows he’ll be notified  when I’m coming home, so he can leave.  The creep knows exactly where I am every minute.

He has plenty of time to destroy whatever he wants.  He can remove the screws from my chair, so I’ll hurt myself.  Or he can put fingerprint all over my kitchen table,  or on my bedroom mirror.  Or he can drill  more holes in my floor.  Or take some eggs, because he needs some, or just to make me think I’m losing it.

This is what I think of when I leave my apartment.

It makes me angry that he can just enter my home and do whatever the hell he wants in it.

It makes me sick.

I’d like to catch him some time, but I know I never will.  He has too many others who work with him and will help him do whatever needs doing to destroy whatever I own. Or tear my self-esteem and feel good doing it.

It makes me sick that people like this exist in this world.  And there’s nothing I can do about it.

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Gang Stalking – Don’t put up with anyone’s rude behavior.

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Albertsons Weekly Ad 4-18-2012 through 4-24-2012 Page 1 (Photo credit: Hotcouponworld.com)

I know targets who have been targeted for many years.  Some, 12, 15, 21 years.  I don’t know how anybody can put up with the garbage we have to put up with for so many years.  I’ve been a target going on 4 years.  And the almost 4 years have been hell on earth.  So I have to say I admire anyone who has had to put with all the bullshit for so long and is still around to tell about it.  So what we targets are going through is nothing new.  This targeting thing has gone on for a long time, before 9/11.  I heard of targets who have had three to four generations of their families suffering the same fate.  How does this happen?  How does  the government get away with targeting people for three, four generations.  It is disgusting.  How does it do it?

I told you about the problems I’ve had at Albertsons, the supermarket.  Every time I went into the store, the people who work there were always rude, or what I ordered was just a mess.  So one day I decided I’d had enough of the rudeness and gave the company my feedback.

Since that time, I’m surprised at how helpful everyone is.  I know it’s a phony nice, but I know they’ve been told to do a better job dealing with customers.  Today was a perfect example of the turnaround.

I went into Albertsons to buy some chicken breast. After buying the meat, I went to the register to pay.  As the cashier rang up my order, he asked me if  I wanted another order of chicken breast.  I responded no.  He said, “You get  another order for free.  Don’t you want it?”  I really didn’t pay attention to what it said on the package.  I was too busy inspecting the meat to make sure it wasn’t bad.  I replied, “Sure I do. I’ll go get another one.”   He said, “Oh, no, I’ll go get it for you.  You stay right there.”  Well, he could have knocked me over!  He went all the way back to the meat section, which took a total of about 8 minutes, to get the meat.  I couldn’t believe it.  And I still don’t believe it.  And he  even called me attractive.  It’s been a long time since anyone’s  called me attractive.  With gang stalking, all women are treated as if they have a disease.  And most of us are made to feel as if we look like monsters.  I don’t know why he was so nice to me, but I decided I’m not going to question his motives.  Maybe he was just being a nice man.   A very nice man.

Any time we targets get treated rudely, we should not let it pass.   We  deserve to be treated like  human beings.  And we should complain to whomever is in charge.  And if that person doesn’t do anything to help, go over his/her head.  And keep complaining until something is done.  If we accept rude behavior, that’s what we’ll continue to get.  Only by speaking up to be treated with respect will we get it.  We don’t deserve anything less.  We spend our hard-earned money in these places, and we should not have to put up with anyone’s bad behavior.  The other day, I walked out of a place that was treating me as if I was going to steal everything in it.  As I walked away, I said, “You just lost my business.”  And returned everything to the cashier. If they want my business, they’re going to have to do a better job of keeping me in the store.

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