Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Help yourself to my food, please!

Lately, I come home from wherever I’ve been and find that my food is missing. 

I bought pasta and planned to have it when I returned home at night. When I got home, I didn’t look to see if  the pasta was in the cabinet. I put cold water in a pan and proceeded to use my computer. When the water began to boil, I went to the cabinet for the pasta. Pasta nowhere to be seen. It was gone. Someone walked out the door with it. So nothing to eat  for the night. I don’t keep too much food in my cabinet because the gang stalkers  mess with the food. I bought chicken soup and planned to have it at night.  When I got home,  I took out a pan and looked for the soup in the cabinet. Gone again! After taking a shower, I made some toast. After the toast was ready,  I went into the refrigerator to get the butter. Butter gone! No butter. Stolen.  I have tea in the morning, and I always have lemon with my tea.  They squeezed the liquid out of the lemon. No lemon with my tea.  I had some cheese in my refrigerator, the cheese was made into a cheese ball.  I threw it out because I don’t know what they did to the cheese.  When I leave my apartment, I’ll leave  8 eggs in  carton.  I return home, only three eggs are left.   So lately, I’ve had to spend more money on food.  When they don’t steal my food, they put things in it.  Lately, I’ve tried to eat healthier because my food habits are terrible.  I’ve been buying food that is  ready-made and in a package.  A lot of the food has a lot of salt in it to preserve  it.  Nothing is fresh.   So I’ve tried to cook from scratch, but it’s no use.  If I try to cook fresh food, they mess with the food or steal it.  

It’s a no-win situation.  I can’t win no  matter how  I try to handle my food situation.

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Gang Stalking – Being called white trash…

I guess you could say I’m having a bad day today.

I was on the way to the bus stop and a black woman came over to me and called me “white trash.” I returned the compliment by calling her black trash.  She came closer to me and asked me what right  did I have to call her black trash.  I told her I was returning the compliment. Then as she walked away, she shouted, “You don’t even have a country!”  And then she bent down and threw rocks at me.  You’re probably wondering why I didn’t call the police.  If I had called police, she would have denied throwing anything at me.   There were plenty of witnesses, but they would have denied seeing anything.  So I just saved myself the trouble of wasting my time

 On my way back home from shopping, I put a soda on the bench, which I intended to drink while waiting for the bus. I bent down to pick up something I dropped and someone stole my  soda.  My  newspaper was also taken. This is the kind of thing I have to put up with every day  of my life.  I can’t put anything down and look away, it will be stolen.  You  see, the gang stalkers feel they can take and do anything to me because they know they can get away with it.  The cops are not going to do anything to them and my word means nothing.  Whatever I say will be suspect.  The gang stalkers can make up something and they will be believed, especially since other gang stalkers will back them up.  So I don’t bother with the police because they will do nothing to help me.

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