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Gang Stalking – Step into my shoes for a day.

Well, I hope you targets out there get to read this blog. The last one I wrote didn’t get through. It was sent to another page and I couldn’t  send it to my regular page, so I deleted it.

Anyway, the other day at the library, it was like a zoo. I think it was  Wednesday that the library was overrun with perps. Every corner, seat, computer, table had a perp sitting on it, or leaning on it.

I came into the library, sat and waited for my turn to get on the computer.  The noise level while I waited sounded just  like all the noise the  animals make  at the zoo  – grunts, hollering, banging, lots of  hehehehehe,   stomping, walking around nervously,  etc.  The same thing is happening while I type this. Every one of the  jerks is doing the “fake” cough. I hope they all choke to death. And I mean it. I wish my tape recorder worked so I could record all the noise.  The people who are coming into the library are getting progressively trashier, if that’s possible.

So as I was writing, I waited for my turn to come.  A man got up and I went over to the computer, signed on with my computer number and hit internet.  I got no internet. What I got instead was a frontal view of a  naked woman, with her legs wide open, and her  pubic hair showing.  Immediately,  I  turned the photo off, and proceeded to write my blog.  I heard a woman laughing.  Oh, it’s so funny!

This is what I have to put up with at the library. A bunch of pornographers who think doing this to someone is funny.  I don’t think it’s funny at all.  If they want to look at pornography that’s their right,  but I don’t want to be in their sick world, and I shouldn’t have to put up with their garbage.  I went over to the librarian and told her what happened to my computer.  She got on the phone and said she’d take care of it.  Sure she did.  I beat what she did was call the monitor and tell her what the perps did to me and probably laughed about it. I don’t trust any of the librarians at the library. They know what’s going on and are part of what’s happening  in our lives.  They’re just as involved with what’s going on as the lowlifes who get paid to come to the library and harass us.  I don’t think most of these people have brains. I think most of them were born without them.  That’s why they act the way they do.

Oh, I had to get off the computer because my hour was up.  As I got off my seat, I noticed there was a puddle next to my feet. It wasn’t there when I sat down.  The lowlife who sat next to me threw the water on the floor so I’d fall when I got up.  I saw him put the cup away and put it in his plastic bag when the librarian came into the room to help a customer.  But I didn’t fall. I saw the puddle before I stepped in it.

These bastards all need to be put  in prison and the key should be thrown away.  Let the bastards fend for themselves.  Let them kill each other. The world will be a better place without them in it.  I know that sounds harsh, but you have to put yourself in my shoes to understand what I have to deal with every day of my life.

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Gang Stalking – Ain’t life just peachy?

life can be peachy

life can be peachy (Photo credit: dizznbonn)

Rinso Laundry Detergent
Rinso Laundry Detergent (Photo credit: Retailmania)
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Water splashes 032 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The perps are back to messing around with my pipes.  I washed my dishes, dried them, and put them away.  As I walked away from the kitchen, I felt water at my feet.  I looked down and there was water everywhere.  Puddles of water leading from the kitchen to the dining area.

I took a look under my sink.  Well, well.  Again, the pipe is a mess.  The perps  disconnected the drain from the pipe.  So the water was not going through the pipe, but it was falling on the sink cabinet bottom.  The cabinet bottom was all wet, everything  underneath destroyed.  My laundry detergent box got wet and the detergent fell out and was on everything.

Most of  the day, I’ve spent mopping the floor.  I keep forgetting that the sink is nothing but a big hole and keep putting the water on.

I went to the office to tell them that the sink is a big hole and the lady in the office told me that she would send someone over to fix the pipe.

It is now 7:49 p.m., everyone’s gone home, but no maintenance man ever showed up.  I knew he wouldn’t.  Anyone else would have gotten his sink fixed right away, but not me.

Tomorrow the office’s closed for the weekend.  I’ll probably have to spend my weekend without a sink.  I’ve washed my dishes in the bathroom sink.

Isn’t life just peachy for us targets?  Always something…

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Gang Stalking – Oh, it feels so good getting even.

English: a love heart in water

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English: Maayan holds her umbrella (Israel, 2002)

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Port of Oakland water reflection

Port of Oakland water reflection (Photo credit: davidyuweb)

I’m typing my blog early today.  I always tell myself I have to tell my T.I. readers this and that, and then I put off writing my blog late into the day, and I forget everything I want to tell you.  So that’s why today I’m writing early.

To reiterate, There. Are. No. Directed. Energy. Weapons. Or. Satellites. Aimed. At. You.  I can’t say this enough.  I know all these years you’ve heard about Directed Energy Weapons, but its been from T.Is who think that’s what they are.  In the beginning from all I read, I thought that was true, but I never fully believed it.  I decided to really explore what is going on around me, and let go of the idea of directed energy weapons. Well, I’m so glad I did.  I went against the grain, and finally, finally, it has become clear to me that I’m on the right track.

Just this morning, I drove the gang stalkers crazy. All these years, I thought I was getting hit from above. But I’ve discovered in the last few days, that’s not true.  It is coming from above, but I’m being hit from the counter that I sleep next to. The only place that’s even remotely safe for me to sleep .  I discovered that if I put umbrellas against the side of the counter that the pesticide that they’re sending down to me goes right back to them. I don’t get hit. So there’s a gadget underneath the counter.

And with the gang stalkers next door,  I put my electric  fan against the wall near the front door and I could hear the gang stalkers  running around like chickens with their heads cut off.  They were running around trying to protect themselves.  Also, the ones upstairs, same thing.  When I put the umbrellas against the side of the counter, I could hear them running around trying not to get hit.

As I’ve stated before, everything they do to you is near you: in your apartment, outside your apartment and surrounding area. And every day I prove it.

I’ve meant to tell you about sensors, but I keep forgetting.  There are sensors placed all over your apartment. Last week, I discovered some in the doorway.  The top part  of the doorway, in the middle. The sensors are not easy to see. They look like pieces of paper, so it’s hard to find them.  I also found one under my sink.  I found one a long time ago in my temperature gauge, but I think another one been put in. I can hear the sound every time the gang stalkers try to find me. It makes a “click.”  The sensors are under your carpet, in your walls, in your counters, in your refrigerator, under the sink, in the light sockets, in the cabinets, the stove, wherever something can be hidden. That’s how they can always tell where you are.  Sensors are what they use to find you, not directed energy weapons or satellites.  The sensors are the bad guys.  I don’t know how to explain what they look like.  But the closest I can explain to what they look like,  is this way, they look like small pieces of computer instructions with dots. I wish I could explain it better.  I’ll go on the web and try to find something that looks like the sensor chips.  You can find the chips by moving your hand around the area you think the chip might be. Move your hand up and down and see if you see any movement.  That’s a chip.  Use your flashlight.

The gang stalkers living next to me think they’re going to have an easy ride.  They don’t know  they’re going to get hit as much as they hit me. I know they’re getting hit.  I put my ear against the wall and listen to them running around trying to protect themselves.  So they don’t get an easy ride.  I love to hear them running around.  It makes my day.  This week  I’ve fought back a lot, and I’m getting great pleasure in making their life as miserable as they’re trying to make mine.

Oh, I forgot.  You know that pulsating feeling you get, that’s water.  Yes, water.  You have pipes running underneath the ground and the pipes carry water.  The people in government have found a way to re-direct that water to you so that you get  pulsations.  I saw the maintenance man, about a year ago, put a sterno (that’s that tin can you put under your pan to keep your food warm)  into the ground and bury it.  The maintenance man saw me watching him and told the gang stalkers to make sure that it wasn’t removed. I’ve often thought of digging it up, but I wouldn’t get too far.  The gang stalkers would  call the maintenance man and tell him what I’m doing.  So do you get it?  Water and then they direct electricity toward you.  The electricity meets the water, therefore, the pulsating.  I’m no scientist, so that’s the best explanation I can give you.

I hope I’ve helped you somewhat.  All these things I’m telling you, I’ve discovered on my own.  If you want to believe that the government is aiming  Directed Energy Weapons and Satellites at you, it’s your life and you can believe whatever you want. No problem.  It’s a free(?) country. You have  a right to believe what you want.

The two new gang stalkers next to me never leave their apartment.  There was  a notice in their door knob for four days and no one even removed it. They’re just like the previous gang stalkers (I drove them out).  Those two spent all day in bed, and I think these two new ones do the same thing. It must be nice to spend all day in bed making love.

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