Gang Stalking – Be careful around handicapped people.

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I’ve warned you about watching out for people in wheel chairs. They’re just like other perps. And to prove it, I’ll tell you about my day yesterday at the library.

I typed my blog and headed out the door of the library. I saw a sign for yoga class, so I decided to go downstairs and practice yoga.  I went into the class, there were about 10 people all sitting in chairs. One man just a seat ahead of me was in a wheel chair.  The man in the wheel chair turned around and took a good look at me.  I went on with my yoga exercises and the man in the wheel chair suddenly bolted out the door. Did it have something to do with me taking the class that made him bolt? But I thought it was a little strange for someone to go bolting out the door the way he did.

The class lasted about 20 minutes.  The woman running the projector turned on the lights. At  the same time that the class ended, a woman came in looking for the handbag she’d left on the table next to the man in the wheelchair.

The handbag was nowhere in sight.  Right away, everybody turned toward me. I must have stolen it, of course, even though the handbag was not on the table when I came in. The woman got a little hysterical. She’d just moved to Las Vegas and all her I.D. was in the bag. Someone told her to go to Security. She left and so did I.  I was on my way out the door when I noticed two librarians, a security guard and the girl all talking. When I saw the girl, I stopped to find out if she’d found her bag. She was smiling,  She’d found her bag and everything was in it. One of the librarians told me that she did not need me there. She told me to leave.  I responded, “But I was down there with her.”  She replied, “We all know you have a history with the library. We don’t need you here. Leave.”

I don’t know where  they found the bag.  I’m sure it was a set-up by the perp wheel chair man to make it look like I took the bag. This is the sort of thing they do to us.  I’m sure that everyone thinks I stole the girl’s handbag. I see the man in the wheel chair all the time when I’m walking around. And just because he’s in a wheelchair everybody assumes that he wouldn’t do something like what he did, so, of course, it falls on me that I stole it.

So, I’m giving you a warning, be careful around anyone in a wheel chair or handicapped. Just because they’re handicapped doesn’t mean they won’t screw you. This is not the  first time that someone in a wheel chair tried doing this to me.  So a warning, don’t trust them! They’re just like any other perp you’ll run into.

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Gang Stalking – Don’t be fooled by a man in a wheelchair, targets.

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Yesterday, as I walked around my complex, a black man watched  and followed me wherever I went.  I began to feel my hair stand on its end.  I know this feeling well.  An intuition I get that someone is up to no good.  So I went into the office and complained about the man.  He does not live in the complex.  The complex manager  immediately got up  and acted solicitous (big phony).  I knew right away I should’ve  handled it myself.  So she got her radio and walked around to find the man.  I met her halfway and she said, “I didn’t see anybody.”   She implied that there was no man and I was making it up.  Of course, I knew what was going to happen the next day.

So, today is the next day.  I step out of my apartment, and what is the first thing I see?  A creepy looking, tall, black man wearing all black and a scarf tied around his head.  He wasn’t just walking by.  He purposely walked by.   If they know you’re coming out of your home, they’ll put gang  stalkers outside your apartment.  These people will be told to wait until you come out and play their part of just walking  by.  They act like extras on a movie set.  When they’re told to walk on, they walk on.  It’s an act they do.

I don’t care what color someone is.  If my hair stands up on end, I’m going to be very careful.  A  man can be white, green, yellow, blue, and if  my hair stands up on its end, I’m going to watch him.  It has nothing to do with color.  A lot of black men  gang stalk me, but I never got the feeling I got yesterday.  The man following me would have given anyone the creeps. So now I know that everywhere I go, a black man will be following me.

The complex manager reported what I told her to the monitor right away.  The monitor passes it on to every gang stalker who works for  him.  It doesn’t take long for something that happens to a target to get around.  Within minutes, all the gang stalkers know what the new  thing  is they should do  to a target.  And everything new  gang stalkers report, they get paid for.  Their job is to gang stalk a target, and to report anything new about a target. They get money for reporting every little, new thing.  It doesn’t matter what it is.  It’s new and it’s something else they can harass you about.

Today, I also passed a white man who always comes out when he knows I’m outside. He’s in a wheelchair and  makes believe he just happened to be outside.    He saw me and said, “Why, hello.  How are you doing?”    At that moment, I just got so pissed off putting up with these lowlifes,  I looked at him and said, “Don’t talk to me, you phony.  Why don’t you go drown yourself somewhere?”   That might seem like a mean thing to say to someone who is in a wheelchair, but you have to be in my shoes to know how I feel putting up with phonies like these.  They’re worse than people who we know are gang stalkers and act like gang stalkers.  The ones who are “real nice” are despicable.  They want to get to know you so they can report everything  you do.  So as I said, I hope he goes and drowns himself.  And don’t think because someone is in a wheelchair that he’s not a gang stalker.  There are plenty of people in wheelchairs who are gang stalkers.  And they’re just as evil as the ones walking around.

And tomorrow when I go out, I expect to see a wheelchairs.

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I always try to be good to people I don’t know.  I don’t always succeed, but I try.  I can admit I’m not very nice to people who gang stalk me.  I’m not of the belief that you should treat  everybody good, no matter who they are.  I know a lot of religious people who believe in treating everybody nice.  Before gang stalking began, I never gave a thought to being nice to someone.  I was automatically nice.  Now, I think about being nice.  I’ve met so many horrible people in my life during my gang stalking, it’s hard for me to be nice be to  some people.  Even when I’m good to a gang stalker, they’ll turn around and screw with me.  So gang stalkers do not get treated very well by me.  I get them before they get me. If it’s someone I know is not gang stalking me, I’ll be good to them.  I’ll help with packages they’re carrying, push someone’s wheelchair, give some money to a homeless person, give someone food, etc.  I’m not good to gang stalkers, and I will never be.  They don’t deserve my respect, or goodness. I think nothing of letting the door slam in their faces.  It  is a war I’m fighting. A fight for my survival.  And in wars, we’re not nice to our enemies.

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I was standing waiting for the red light to turn green.  An elderly woman came along in a wheelchair, looked at me and smiled.  I smiled back and turned away quickly.  When the light turned, I was about to start walking, when the elderly woman said, “Miss, can you push me across the street.  I’ll give you $2.00.”  I said, “Sure.”  While pushing her, the drivers paid no attention to the fact that an elderly woman was trying to get across the street.  More than a few drivers honked their horns in impatience.  We got to the other side, and I asked her if she was all right, and she said she was.  I began to walk away and she said, “Miss, here’s your $2.00.”  And I replied, “Oh, it’s all right.  You can keep it.”  And I was curious about the $2.00, so I asked her, “Do people usually take the $2.00?”  She looked up at me and said, “Always.”  I watched her as she wheeled herself away from me.  I don’t feel what I did was very noble, but it’s the only thing that I can remember doing that would qualify as noble.

It amazes me that people would actually take $2.00 from an elderly woman to push her across the street.  What a world we live in!

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