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Gang Stalking – Perps should be grateful to targets this Thanksgiving

I can’t believe Thanksgiving is this Thursday. I wish I could enjoy the holiday, and be with family. I haven’t  celebrated a holiday in I don’t know how long. Holidays are just like any other day of my awful life. The perps just don’t let up for even one day. Thanksgiving will be a typical day for me with the perps following me everywhere I go. I will get electronically hit by their phones. People will talk loudly when they see me outside. They will laugh as if they’re enjoying life to the fullest  (yeah, sure they are!). These people don’t know how to enjoy life. They’re all miserable s.o.bs.  The only thing these people are good at is harassing other people. That’s what makes the scumbags happy. They like to put on a face for us to make us think they’re happy, happy people. Nothing could be further from the truth. These people wouldn’t know what happiness is if it hit them in the face. They’re only interested in making a target’s life miserable and the money they can make from making our lives miserable. Most of these  people don’t have jobs. We’re their job. We’re their paychecks! Without us, they’d be homeless, They’d be living in homeless shelters (a lot of them who come to the library are homeless, or been in prison). With the money they get from harassing us, they can get an apartment, or get food to eat.  I’ve seen some of the perps who harass me at the library digging through the trash for bottles when I don’t show up at the library for a while. Without me at the library, they don’t get any money.  I would say we targets are keeping a lot of perps from homelessness. The perps should this Thanksgiving be grateful to us  targets for the money they make off us. We keep them from becoming homeless, and out of jail.

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Gang Stalking – Thankful for every one of my readers – Thanksgiving 2013

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English: The logo of the blogging software WordPress. Deutsch: WordPress Logo 中文: WordPress Logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Thanks ;)

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English: Oven roasted turkey, common fare for Christmas and Thanksgiving celebrations. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sorry,  I didn’t get to wish you all a happy Thanksgiving. I was in the library on Wednesday, but could not get into my WordPress account.  I got a new password and it was very long.  It was so  long, the feeble perps couldn’t handle typing in such a long password and did everything in their power to stop me from using it. I realize the only way I can back into my account is to reduce the password so the feeble-minded perps can handle it.

I want to thank all my readers for  commenting on my blog. You make my blog what it is.  Without  you taking part in my blog, there’d be no blog. So from the bottom of my heart, I thank you.

A lot of us are alone, but guess what, we made it through another Thanksgiving! I’m sure there were times when some of us felt like giving up,  but we helped each other keep going. And I know we’ll all see another Thanksgiving. And for those of you who are lucky enough to have family who love you and been there for you, be sure you let them how grateful you are for them.

So I want to wish you all a belated Thanksgiving, and hope it was a good one. And we’ll all be around next Thanksgiving. Count on it.

Love to every one of my readers. I’m thankful for every one of you.

And to the WordPress staff, thanks for all your help throughout the year and happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving, World!

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Miss your exit, don’t worry, there’s something you need to learn.

Did you ever take a long car ride looking for a place?  Let’s say you were on an expressway and you were to get off at a certain exit.  Somehow, you miss the exit.  Or let’s imagine you get on the bus.  You sit down, get really interested in an article you’re reading and miss your stop.  Or you’re walking around looking for a certain address, and end up at the right number, but not the right street.  You start to berate yourself for doing all the above.  You get angry at your stupidity, and ask yourself how you could be so out of it.

I’m sure everyone reading this blog has had the experiences listed above.  I know the bus thing always happens to me.  I’ll find myself ten minutes away from where I was supposed to get off.  And then I’ll have to walk back to where I was to get off.

I’m listing all the experiences above because to me getting lost is something good.  I know most of you don’t think the same way.  But I’ve learned something from missing my bus stop.   Or not getting off at the right exit.

Every time I’ve gotten lost, I’ve discovered something that I was meant to know.

For instance, I got off at the wrong bus stop one day.  As I was walking, a man stopped me to ask me something.  We began to talk and he said something that answered a question I was seeking an answer to.  Another time, I found a store I had not been able to find.  One time my sister and I went house hunting.  We were to make a right, but instead made a left.  As she turned to the left, her dream house greeted her.  If we hadn’t turned left, she never would have found the house.

So today, I took the bus to the post office.  On my way back, I asked myself if I wanted to take the bus, I had a bus pass, or walk.  Something told me to walk.  So I began to walk.  As I was walking, out of the corner of my eye, I could feel someone watching me.  I turned to my left,  saw one of the perps who used to harass me in the library.  He quickly turned and made believe he didn’t see me.  I kept watching him.  I saw him go into the garbage container and look for bottles.  He was carrying two plastic bags of bottles.  He seemed down and out.  He looked as if he hadn’t taken a shower in a while.  When he was harassing me in the library, he was clean and well-groomed.  And now to see him in the condition he was in gave me a smug feeling.  He was getting back what he put out to the world.

I continued walking toward home.  It was a nice day, and I was enjoying the gorgeous weather and that there weren’t too many perps harassing me.  The Thanksgiving holiday made the streets look empty, but for me it was nirvana.  No perps.

As I got closer to home, I saw a bus stop.  As I passed the bus bench, another perp, who also harassed me in the library, said hello to me.  He, too, seemed not to be doing too well.  He was waiting for the bus to come. At one time he had a car.  Now no car.  And he looked as if he was homeless.  Again, he got back what he put out into the world.

If I had taken the bus, I wouldn’t have seen either of the perps.  So by following my instincts, I found that life was getting even with both.

So what I’m trying to say, is,  if you get lost, don’t get angry.  Getting lost is a way of find something you’re looking for.  This has always been true with me every time I get lost.  I find something I’ve been looking for.  So next time you miss your exit, or get off at the wrong bus stop, don’t fret, there’s something that you need to learn about yourself, or you’ll get an answer to a question that’s been puzzling you.  Think about it.  You’ll find that it’s true what I’ve written.

Countdown:  84 blogs to write.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 -What occupation did you want as a child?

As a child I always dreamed of being an artist. I was always drawing or doing something that involved color. I drew on anything that was available. It didn’t matter what it was. I left my drawings all over the place. I remember one Thanksgiving, there was a turkey contest. I had to draw a turkey and take it to the store. It was put in the front window of the market by the owner. Every day, I’d pass by the window and just stare at my drawing. I felt so proud having something that I drew be on display for others to look at. I would show anyone passing by what turkey drawing was mine. They would nod and look. They would tell me that they hoped I’d win the turkey contest. Of course, it was not to be. I didn’t win and I don’t know what happened to the drawing. I really thought my turkey was the best drawn one. But years later, I realize it was not the best drawing that would win, but whom you knew that mattered. I did go to art school and become an artist. Till this day I still draw. As a matter of fact, this morning on my computer, I was drawing on the computer program I have. No real paint is used, but it’s just like real painting. I can paint anything I want in any color and save it to send to friends as cards or pieces of art work. It’s a fantastic program! Just the program I need to fill in the empty hours of my life. And no one can take a knife to the paintings and rip them; as has been done to my paintings in the past by the gang stalkers. Painting is in my soul.

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