Gang Stalking – America – a nation of moochers?

This blog has nothing to do with gang stalking – just a warning.

This is a scene I saw while waiting at the bus stop.

I sat on the bench next to a  black woman. A white man walked toward the bus stop. He stopped in front of the black woman and ignored me. The man carried a manila envelope with him. He opened it and showed the woman something. After showing her whatever it was, he said to her,” I have a doctor’s appointment in half an hour. I have to prove to the doctor that there’s something wrong with my right foot and I can’t walk. Can you do me a favor and watch me walk and tell me if it looks natural.” The man said something about getting on Social Security. There was nothing wrong with the man’s walk.

The woman nodded “yes”.

He walked away from her with his right foot turned toward the right.

The woman said, “No, it doesn’t look natural. It looks fake. You have to turn the right foot in such a way that it looks natural.”

The man again walked away from her and practiced his walking.

He said, “How does this look?”

The woman answered, “Much better. You’re getting the hang of it.”

The man practiced walking back and forth with his right foot turned in such a way that he looked flawed. I also watched. He looked like a cripple.

Finally, the black woman said, “Hey, you got it. Right on.”  The man smiled.

The bus pulled up and we all got on. The man practiced his cripple walk on the bus.

I sat on the bus a little ashamed of what America has become. America has become a nation of moochers. No one wants to work. They all want to stay home and live off someone else.

And I thought to myself  –  It’s too bad I don’t know that doctor’s name. I’d call him up and tell him what’s up.

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Gang Stalking – Kids taught by their parents to hate.

It amazes me what parents force their kids to do to make money. I’ll be walking along and some woman or man will be walking with his kids. It looks like a loving family, mother, father, kids running around laughing. The All-American family! Sure, sure. Pretty soon, I discover that this not an all-American family, or may be  it is.  The kids are all wearing perp colors, and so are the mother and father. They will usually push their kids to interact with me. The woman will usually  be bra-less and she’ll bend down so I can get a look at her breasts  (sell yourself, slut). These are the kind of people I have to deal with every day. Woman going bra-ess and making sure I get a look at her breasts and the kids acting like little brats with their parents’ approval.

Most kids will not say anything to me or bother me when I’m alone. It’s only when they are with their parents that they act up. Their parents encourage them to harass me. What this tells me  is that in 20 years we will have teens  who  will be  worse than their parents, if that’s possible.  They’ve been taught that it’s all right to harass someone who is not doing anything to  them.    They will  think it’s   perfectly  normal to harass someone. They will think  that there’s nothing wrong with harassing someone. Can you imagine what the world is going to be like 20 years from now? Hopefully, I’ll be dead. It’ll be a hell hole! It’ll be so bad  people will probably want to kill themselves. And when the world is so bad, there’s no one to blame but the parents who taught kids to hate and harass others. I’m glad I won’t be around, or hopefully I won’t be.

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Step by Step

Take the day off and enjoy the beautiful pictures! And go for a walk!

Gang Stalking – I’m doing so much good for the world!

I’m doing so much good for the world.

I take a walk and everyone begins to walk. I’m keeping people healthy instead of having  them  sitting around eating chips. And they keep off  all that fat they would get.

I feed the pigeons and everyone suddenly feels the need to take care of the pigeons and feed them. It makes the pigeons happy and less annoying. So I’m good for animals and birds.

I get new shoes and everyone gets new shoes, even in the same color.  I’m keeping the economy healthy. If I didn’t buy new shoes, the businesses would not be making any money. So I’m good for business.

I get on the bus and everybody  suddenly needs to take a ride on the bus. I’m good for the bus company. I get people riding the bus more often, therefore, the bus company is making more money. I’m good for transportation.

I use the computers at the library and everybody shows up when I’m in the library, otherwise, the library would be quiet and have few customers. The library gets money from the government according to how many customers get library  cards. To use a computer, everyone has to have a library card. I’m good for the library because it gets more money from the government than if I weren’t around. So I’m good for the library.

I read a book on the bus and everyone starts to read. I’m raising the educational level of people in Las Vegas, which is very low.

I’m just so good at getting people to do things. Things they wouldn’t ordinarily do. They’d be sitting at home watching T.V. So I guess I’m bad for the television industry.

I’m so good!

(P.S. I hope you all know this is sarcasm.)

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Gang Stalking – Police officers are unfair to targets and coddle criminals.

Yesterday, as I took a walk, I heard a police car make the beeping  sound that says “stop and get over to the side”. I turned around to see who the police officers was pulling over. I hoped it was one of the perps whom I see at the library  hacking me. But, no,  it was not for a driver he made the beep. I turned around to look at him and he was looking straight at me, laughing. He beeped the horn to get my attention. He sat in his car laughing at me. I really don’t know what he found so funny! I guess he just wanted to annoy me by beeping his horn. I thought of giving him the finger, as I do with everyone else,  but I was afraid he’d  use some excuse to arrest me. I continued on my way, and as the light turned green, he again beeped his horn. And we’re supposed to have  respect  for people like this? I lost respect for police officers a long time ago. In my opinion, they’re all criminals because they allow the perps to do whatever they want to targets and nothing’s done to them.

On the other hand if the criminals call the cops on us, the police officers are all over the place. They’ll come right away. They’re treat us as if  we committed a crime, don’t listen to anything we have to say, and tell us not to act crazy.  The police officers coddle the criminals. They can do whatever they want to targets and get away with it.

There’s something’s  wrong with this  picture. The criminals are running the insane asylum and  getting away with murder. And police officers are letting them do it.

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Gang Stalking – The childhood game of “Statues”.

Do you remember when you were small playing the game of “Statues”? When the caller said stopped, we had to stop wherever we were. We stayed in that place until the caller came over and touched us to release us. Well, this game is sorta the same way. The perps stay perfectly still in a place they’ve seen me sitting, standing, leaning against. As I take my walk, there are perps standing along the way, doing absolutely nothing. Just standing, waiting for me to pass so they can be touched and released. They stand in the spots where I’ve been seen sitting:  on a rock, a bench, leaning against a wall, by a stop light, in  front of a store, car, bus, etc.  They just stand or sit until I pass. They stand like statues. They don’t move, look, nothing.  As I pass, I have to keep myself from laughing. I continue on my way and think “What idiots!!!”.   I mean, how stupid can someone get!! With the idiots, real stupid!!!!!!!!! So, I call this game the “The Statue Game”. I feel with all the games I have to play with the perps, I’m reliving my childhood. It’s too bad it’s not really my childhood happening all over again.

They’ve started a lot of new games with me lately. When I’m on the computer, the perps plug-in  a tape recorder with voices on it and send it to my computer, to make me think I’m hearing voices. I discovered this the other day when it began. I saw a couple sitting almost on top of each other’s laps. There was no breathing room between them.  So I made believe I dropped my pencil and directed it their way.  I got up, bent down to pick up my pencil, all the time looking in their direction, and sure enough, a tape recording on top of the computer. The couple tried to hide it, but it was too late. I saw what they were up to. Even though I’m typing, I’m listening to everything and aware of what’s going on every minute. I’ve gotten good at multi-tasking.

So if you think you’re hearing voices, you are, but you aren’t. It’s not really in your ear. It could be coming from within the walls, the radio, the computer and who knows from where else? Just be aware of what’s happening around you and most times, you can figure out what’s really happening. Don’t deaden yourself to what’s going on around you. Listen and learn. Only by listening and really seeing will you learn about what’s going on.

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Gang Stalking – Watch movie extras, you’ll learn who’s a perp.

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English: Movie director Michael Bay instructs Airmen filling the roles of extras on the set of the movie “Transformers” at Holloman Air Force Base, N.M., on Tuesday, May 30, 2006. The movie is scheduled for release in June 2007. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It occurred to me while I was taking a walk, that most of the people who sub-contractors  hire are probably people from acting school.  This occurred to me because of the way a lot of the perps walk.  Have you watched a movie where there are a lot of extras in the background?  The next time you’re watching a movie with a lot of background extras, watch how they walk.  They walk straight ahead without looking round. It’s the perp walk.  This is how you can tell who’s a perp and a person who’s not. And they hire extra people they need from temp agencies. The temp agencies  only care about making money and don’t care what kind of creepy human beings they send to a place. I know about temp agencies, I’ve worked for a few of them when I couldn’t find work. The temp agencies tell the people they hire a lot of lies about the jobs they’ll be going to. Maybe the perps got hooked in without realizing what they’d be doing, but still, that doesn’t excuse what they’re doing to us. If  someone tells you that you’re going to be harassing someone and hurting them., you say “no, thank you” and leave, unless the person likes to destroy people’s lives. And it seems the people the temp agencies hire don’t care whose lives they destroy. Again, it’s all about the money. It always is.  So, if you want to know what a perp looks like, watch a movie with lots of extras in the background. You will never have a problem picking out a perp ever again.

P.S. They’ll probably change their way of walking because I warned you.

P.S.S. Blackbird, I got two today for you. You know where. Merry Christmas!

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Gang Stalking – Change the way you handle perps.

English: David Marshall, Bus Driver from Melbourne, Australia (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Still apartment hunting.  It’s so hard to find a place that’s safe. In a normal world, I wouldn’t have a problem finding an apartment, but the world I live in  is a totally different thing.

At the bus stop yesterday, I thought I was going to get beaten up.  As I’ve said, I have a problem keeping my mouth especially when I’ m being abused.  Anyway, have you ever watched an ant hunt for food?  First, the scout(or whatever he’s called) finds some food. Then another ant follows.  And slowly, but surely, there are so many ants surrounding whatever the first ant found that it’s impossible, if it’s a creature, to get away.  That’s the way I felt yesterday. First, there were a few perps and slowly came the other perps.  I felt like the creäture the ants find and kill.  First, one perp said something to me and I ignored him. And then the others ganged up on me. There was one man, who stood by me  and kept repeating the word “crazy ” in his conversation.I knew he was referring to me.  I didn’t say anything. I kept my mouth shut, but then a woman began calling me crazy.  I took a look at her husband and made a remark about how big his stomach is.  She began to scream at me and told me she was going to beat me up.  I responded that if anyone needed help it was her husband.  I told her that someone with a  stomach that big obviously had problems and he probably needed more help than I did.  She looked at me like a bull ready to charge and began to scream.  Of course, I just let her scream. And everybody surrounding her agreed with everything she said.  Of course, they did.  All perps.  The bus came and she got on  and warned the bus driver about me.  I decided it was best for me not to get on the bus with all the perps on it.  I love how the perps can insult us non-stop, but dare to criticize one of them, oh, no. never! These people have very thin skins.  One little insult and they go crazy.  Can you imagine if they had to deal with what we have to deal with every minute of the day?  They wouldn’t last one day!

And then I went over to a burger place to get a hamburger, which I often don’t do. I would cook the burger at home, but, somehow, it just doesn’t have the same taste. This hamburger place always does the same thing to me, so I’ve found a way to work  it  my advantage. Every time I order the burger, the cashier asks me if I would like  cheese?  When I began going there, I would say yes. And each time, I would get no cheese. If I said no cheese, I’d get cheese.  So now when she asks me if I want cheese, I say no.  And guess what, I get free cheese.  So I don’t pay for cheese I really want. Yesterday, I decided to thank her for the free cheese. And as I was walking out, I made the remark, “It always works.”  You’re probably wondering why I’m letting you know this. Why mess with a good deal?  Well, I decided eating all that cheese is not good for me, so I no longer need to keep the secret to myself. Maybe this happens to you. If it does, maybe you can do what I do, and you’ll get free cheese each time.

This also applies to when I walk.  When the perps began showing up everywhere I walked, I considered it an annoyance.  I’ve began to think about it differently.  I decided to think of my walk as an obstacle course. Each time a perp gets in my way, I have to figure a way of getting around them. This makes my walk a lot more interesting.  Instead of just walking a straight path, I now have hurdles I have to get over.  My walks have become a lot more fun now. I kind of look forward to having them get in my way  and trying to figure a way to get away from them.

So I’m beginning to see my targeting in a different way.  A way to make myself stronger.  I don’t get stressed during my walks, and I feel better.  And I’m going to try doing this with every perp situation.

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Gang Stalking – I dream…

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I dream of a better place to live.

I dream of sitting in a place and not have someone annoy me.

I dream of not having someone call me names.

I dream of sitting at a table with some friends and really enjoying myself.

I dream of  not having someone hit me with electricity every minute of the day.

I dream of being left alone.

I dream of taking a vacation.

I dream of being  called beautiful.

I dream of taking a walk and not worrying about what’s behind me.

I dream of  wearing stylish, beautiful clothes.

I dream of having someone else in my life.

I dream of not having someone threaten to beat me up.

I dream that maybe there are still nice people out there and I just have to find them.

I dream that someone out there likes me.

I dream that the hell I’m going through will soon end.

I dream that all the perps will get the punishment they deserve.

I dream that the pesticide the perps spray into my apartment goes right back to them.

I dream that all the people who’ve abused me for years will finally get their time in jail.

I dream…that’s all I can do.

What do you dream about?

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Gang Stalking – I’m tired of being tired.

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Sometimes I feel so tired.  I get tired of feeling tired.  I want a day I can just relax, and not have to  worry about the horrible day that’s ahead of me.  I want to go to Starbucks, have a latte and truly enjoy it.  I want to go to a movie, and see a comedy and laugh. I want to take a walk, and not have  to watch my back.  I want to make love to someone without worrying about someone watching me on a camera.  I just want to be.  Will I ever have a day to myself again?  Or is it something that’s never going to happen?  Am I going to spend the rest of my life living in this unwanted hell  not of my making?  I wish I had a magic crystal ball that would tell me of the future that’s ahead of me.  Is it a future I can look forward to?  Or a future that will make me regret I was ever born?

I’m tired of being tired.

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