Gang Stalking – In the end, we targets will win!

I hope your Thanksgiving Day was half-way decent. I know the lives we lead are not easy. Not for one day, not for one week, never! The fact that we survive day-to-day is a testament to our strength as targets.

I cooked myself a Thanksgiving dinner and pigged out. I could barely moved from my table. Now, I’m going to have to do a lot walking to make up for all I ate. I didn’t cook a turkey. I bought deli-turkey, a box of stuffing, made mashed potatoes from scratch and got a jar of brown gravy and heated it up. It wasn’t too bad. The stuffing was really good. And I still have leftovers. It’s too bad that most of us spent Thanksgiving alone instead of being with our families, but that’s the cards we’ve been dealt and we have to make the best of the worse.

I’m   sure  that your Thanksgiving Day was no better than mine; the same old s–t as all the other days. The perps played loud music all day, cars honked outside my window, got hit electronically from all directions, people walked outside my apartment like 500 ton elephants. Just an ordinary day for me.

And today when I left my apartment, they were out in full force. The library closed for 2 days, so they weren’t able to get to me for two days. They made up for it on my walk to the library.  And now I’m sitting in the library and it’s full of  cretins. You should see these people. Most of them look like they never take a shower, or bath. I think most of them sleep in their clothes. I wonder what they do when I’m not around to harass? Do they go out rape and pillage? That’s the sort of thing these creatures do. I’m not calling them human beings, or maybe I should. I think human beings are the most vicious of all creatures. We think we’re so smart. That we’re smarter than all other creatures, but from what I’ve seen of human viciousness we humans have a long way to being humane. Humans seem to take pleasure in torturing other humans.  Maybe we should change the name of human to something that describes us in a better way.

Well, I’m hoping for better tomorrows for all  targets.  We will outlast the bastards who make our lives miserable. We’ll outlive them too. And we will stick around to get our stories out to a world that won’t listen. In the end, we will win!

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Gang Stalking – I’m living in an insane asylum.

English: A Big Mac combo meal with French fries and Coca-Cola served at a McDonald’s in Louisvile, Kentucky. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

McDonald’s Restaurant with prominent kids’ playland, Panorama City, CA (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, I finally have cold and hot running water. I wonder how long it’s going to be before they mess with it again.

I went into the office, finally got the manager, and complained about my water not running. She told me that a pipe broke. I said to her why is that I’m the only one who has no water? Usually when the water goes off, all the tenants in the complex will go into the office and complain. Not a beep out of anybody.& No one seemed at all concerned about not having water. When I’ve lived in other complexes, all the tenants come out and complain about not having water. But as I wrote, not one beep out of one tenant.

The supposedly broken pipe is right behind my apartment. I know they were doing something to do it, but I don’t know what.

And another thing, there was a new group of people in the office again. It’s been less than a month and we’ve had another change in the staff. I asked the new manager what happened to the old staff. She told me there was an exchange of managers from one complex to another. I’ve never been in a complex like this. Changing managers so often seems strange, maybe the complex is getting new owners again.

I sure made a mistake moving into this place. The perps here are even worse than the perps where I used to live. This place is full of people with kids. The other place only had adults. The kids are vicious little devils. It’s like living in an insane asylum. Loud, loud music all the time. They constantly beep their horns. Their horns don’t sound like car horns, it’s more like the sound coming from a clown horn. They slam their doors ad nausea. Throw garbage in front of my door. Yesterday, some kids threw rocks at my door. Fun, fun all the time living here. Oh, and the maintenance man is always making holes in front of my door and painting the holes with latex paint.

Oh, I have to tell you what happened at one of the McDonald’s I go to. I went into McDonald’s, ordered my food and sat down. This McDonald’s has t.v. monitors. One of the employees went over to the monitor and turned it on. Nothing showed on the screen. The screen was fuzzy. I’m sitting, eating my burger, and I began to get zapped. I looked around, no one around me. I realized the zapping was coming from the monitor. I took out my little thingamajig and began hitting the screen. This lasted for about 15 minutes. The employee comes running over and turns off the monitor. I smiled. I knew I got them. As I was walking out of McDonald’s, I hear the manager say, “I’m sorry for what you guys had to suffer today. You were very brave to take the hits. Brave? Did they expect me to sit there and take their garbage? They started it and I ended. And they’re brave! They’ve probably been doing this to a lot of targets and getting away with it. They didn’t expect to come a target come in and hit them back. I’m telling you this because I know this might happen to you. So beware of monitors in McDonald’s, or anywhere else.

P.S. I turned on my hot water at 7 p.m. and no hot water.  Again, there’s no hot water.  It’s late so I can’t go to the office and complain about it.  And I think the office is closed the weekend, so a whole weekend without hot water. The cold water is again coming out in dribs and drabs.

And the whole complex is dark. There are no lights on anywhere. The place has been very quiet all day and I haven’t seen anyone today.  It’s really spooky.  The whole place is usually really noisy.  And the creepy guy next door guy comes out every time I go out. He just stands there and acts weird.  I’m going to bed with a knife.  If anything happens to me, I just want you to know.  If I don’t write a blog tomorrow, please let someone know. I live in Las Vegas, on Taramus and University Avenue, off Maryland Parkway, apt. 208.  The name of the Complex is 1550 Farenheit.  Thank you all for being in my life.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Who is the last person I’d want to be stuck in the elevator with?

I definitely would not want to be stuck in an elevator with any of the gang stalkers who make my life a living hell every single day.  Just standing with any of them for a long period of time in a stuck elevator would not be a very good thing for me.  Just being near any of  them for an extended period of time would remind me of how vicious and evil they all are.  If I had to help one of them out of the elevator, good luck.  You’d be stuck in the elevator forever.  You reap what you sow!

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