Gang Stalking- – Banned from library for another year.

Hi, everybody.  You haven’t heard from me for  a while.  I didn’t have a computer to get in touch with you. You see, I’ve had a bad two weeks. The library banned me from its premises.  It was an experience.

I went into the library and all the computers were in used by some perp.  I saw the security guard come in and walk toward me, but  kept going. He went to talk to one of the librarians. She handed him a piece of paper and quickly disappeared. I felt the tension and could tell something was going to happen, and it did.

A woman and the guard came over to where I sat. The woman began to read something about trespassing in Clark Country library. I realized that I was being thrown out of the library and ran to the elevator. The guard and the woman followed me into the elevator. The guard told the woman to keep reading. The elevator got to the 2nd floor and I ran through the library, down the stairs, and got to the curve.  I took a quick look to my right and left and crossed over to the other side of the street. I was out of the library area and they couldn’t do anything to me anymore. I kept running and didn’t look back.

I’ll tell you tomorrow, if I can, what happened in the library to get me thrown out. As always a set-up from all the freaks.

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Gang Stalking – Another fun day at the supermarket.

Another fabulous day at the supermarket.

I got all the things I needed and headed for the register. I saw a woman running to beat me to the register. It’s okay with me. She can run to get to the register, I’m in no rush.  The woman puts her food on the counter and begins to talk to the cashier. I take my things and put them on the counter. I bend down to put the basket where it belongs. The woman reaches over me and drops her basket  over my head and hits me. I get up and say to her, “You hit me. Don’t you even say “excuse me”?  The Asian woman turns around, says, “Oh, I’m sorry.” I turn to her and say, “You purposely threw that basket to hit me!”  I see the Bagger smile and the cashier, too. I  see red. These people just never leave us alone.  So I take my things and pushed them forcefully toward the woman’s things. All the things go on the floor. I turned to the woman, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize my strength.” No ones dares say a thing to me. They know they’re a bunch of jerks. The woman leaves the store with a big smile on her face. The cashier turns to me and says, “How are you doing today?” I reply, “Do you really care? No! You don’t care, so don’t ask me.” And I continue, “Oh, I’m a lot of fun to have around” The cashier doesn’t dare look at me. He knows he’s a creep along with the woman who left the store and the Bagger.

There are days I just want to _______________  _________________ ___________. You can add into the blanks whatever you’d like to say.  I know we all have days like this. The freaks just never stop coming. And to that bitch who threw the basket on my head, you”ll get yours.

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Gang Stalking – Woman in library complains about me.

I can’t believe how babyish the perps are. I sat waiting for my turn at the computer. I couldn’t find my list of passwords and didn’t notice one of the computers  wasot being used by anyone.  A woman sat down opposite me. She began saying something to me. I didn’t even look up because when it’s library time, they’re all perps. When I realized there was an empty computer, I quickly got up and went to it. A few minute later, I heard the security guard. He was asking the woman what I’d done to her. The woman went to the librarian at the desk and complained about me. So the security guard asked her, “What did she say to you?” She replied, “Nothing. She didn’t respond to me when I tried to talk to her.” So the security guard said, “Oh, well.”

Can you believe what they will do to get me thrown out of the library? If I had said something to her, I wouldn’t be typing this now. I would have been thrown out of the library. I wonder where they get the people they hire?  They seem to have absolutely no brains. What normal person would call security because some one did not want to talk to him/her? If I say something to the perps, I get in trouble. If I don’t say anything, I almost get in trouble. Good thing I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut.

The woman didn’t like the answer the security guard gave her and she left.  As the guard said,  “Oh, well”.  No great loss.

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Gang Stalking- Be careful when entering any store, it’s recording everything you say.

The other day I had to go into CVS pharmacy. I hate that store as much as I hate every store I go into. The woman is a real “B”.  I’ve had it out with her a few times. And I make a point of avoiding the pharmacy when she’s in the store.  But on Wednesday, I ran out of medicine and had to go into the store.  I  passed by the pharmacy  and remembered I’d run out of medicine and didn’t feel like coming back into the area. So I went in. Of course, the woman was there, as always. I made a point of asking about her family. She acted very friendly (phony friendly). She had a  smock on and kept opening it to show me her breast area. I ignored her. And I changed the subject to the pharmacy tech. I asked her what his race is.  She said she didn’t know. She went into the back to ask him his race. She came back and told me he’s Chinese and Phillipino. I told her that it was a good combination. Again, she opened her smock to show me her breast area. I ignored the “B”. And I told her she could tell the man I thought him  good-looking. She said, “I don’t have to tell him. He’s hearing everything you say.”  They not only have a video camera watching everything (video camera put there after I told her off one day)., but they are also recording everything I say. I don’t know if they’re recording everyone else, or if it’s just me they’re recording. So I want to warn all you targets, be careful what you say anywhere you go.  And I wonder if there’s a law against recording customers’ voices when they go into a store. Do any of you know what the law is?

I bet the woman was not supposed to let me know that I’m being recorded. The woman was being a “B”, of course. She thought she was being smart, but she let out the secret that I’m being recorded. So targets, be careful out there when you enter any store, it might be recording everything you say. I wonder how many others stores are doing this?

I hope the “B” is kicking herself.

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Gang Stalking – We live in a very sick society.

I pass a row of stores on my way to the supermarket. I always look in the window of a handbag store to see what’s new. Yesterday, as I passed the store, a woman, the store owner, pushed out to the front of the sidewalk, a little boy of about 2-years-old. The woman had pulled the little boy’s pants all the way down to his shoes. He still had his underwear where it belonged. The little boy stood by the front of the store while his mother stood watching him with a smirky smile on her face.

What kind of sick mother would pull down a little boy’s pants and shove him out the door?  A sick bitch, that’s who. Are these people born without brains? I can’t believe what these perps do to their children to harass us targets. All week-long, I’ve had children shoved in front of my face. I guess with school out, these perps are probably told to use their children to annoy targets.

What exactly is throwing a 2-year-old in front of me supposed to mean?

It’s sending me a message, I guess. I don’t even want to think what it is.

These fucks are all sick.  To put a child in that  spot  is absolutely disgusting.

These idiots do whatever they’re told to do.  I can’t believe a caring mother would do this to her child. To me, it’s child abuse.

And then if something happens to their child, they wonder why.

The little boy is learning that’s it’s perfectly normal to run out of the store with his pants down to his shoes.

What a sick society we live in!

But, then, this is Vegas.

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Gang Stalking – Not picking on handicapped people, just the actors.

There’s a perp who’s been hanging around the library.  He’s  become a computer hacker. He looked very familiar to me, but I couldn’t figure out where I’d seen him. So for a week or more, I thought about it. And then, as I was about to get into the elevator, it came to me. This is the same man who was in the room during my yoga class.  At that time, he was in a wheel chair. He’s no longer in a wheel chair, and I don’t think he ever needed it. He walks around as if he’s  never had any problem with his legs. Well, anyway, I got into the elevator with him and a  group  of  other perps, which I never do. But I wanted to say something to him. As soon as the elevator closed, I said, “Oh, you’re that man who used to be in a wheel chair. I remember that during my yoga class you tried to get me in trouble. You stole a woman’s handbag and took off like lightning. I wondered why you took off so quickly.  And then when the yoga class was over, I found out why. You stole the woman’s handbag who’d left it on the table behind you. You wanted to get me in trouble by making it seem as if I did it.” A perp in the elevator spoke up, “He doesn’t look like a thief to me.”  Every perp in the elevator laughed. I had to get off and I could hear their laughter as I walked away,

It told you, you can’t trust any of the perps. This man has nothing wrong with him. Never did, but he’s posing as a cripple.  I have not seen the man since I saw him in the elevator. He now knows that I know he stole the woman’s  handbag and doesn’t want to get arrested. He probably thought since he wasn’t in a wheel chair I wouldn’t recognize him, but I did.  I have a pretty good memory.

As I’ve written before, you can’t trust people who seem to be handicapped. Some of them really are, but a lot of them are just playing games with us.

And now that I’ve written  about handicapped people and how I don’t trust them, I  will have even more of them following me around every day. Right now, there’s one on almost every corner. It’ll be two at every corner now.  I’m not picking on handicapped people, just the ones who are acting as if they’re handicapped!

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Gang Stalking – I wish I could be a bird.

I have to lug  around  a small suitcase with everything I need in it; like my passport, Nevada I.D., bank information, etc.  A lot of times I ran into people with it. As I walked by a man at a ticket machine, he stepped on my suitcase. He said to me, looking straight at me, “Oh, I’m sorry, sir  .”  His  girlfriend, who was standing by him, giggled. I said to myself “okay, you want to f–k with me”.  So I said, “Oh, it’s all right, ma’am.”  His girlfriend began howling.  She thought my remark funny. I said, “A good one, huh?” She answered, “Oh, yeah.” and began laughing again. The man did not like my remark. But I got him back.  The men like to do that to me, call me a man.  I in no way, shape or form look like a man. If I look like a man, I’m a very feminine  man.  Always playing mind games. The idiots!

And yesterday, when I was leaving the library, a man waiting for the computer, said to the woman sitting next to him, “Do you know who she is?” The woman answered “No.”  He  said to her  “She’s one of those government conspiracy nuts!”  He made sure I heard his remark.  That’s another one of the games they play with us. Always calling us nuts.  The man can call me nuts all he wants, but in the end, I will win. It seems Americans are afraid of being called nuts, crazy, mentally ill. I can understand why. Anytime there’s a killing, the media, or politicians, all come out using words like mentally ill, etc.  And they use it non-stop. So people are afraid of the word mentally ill, crazy or nuts.  We know what they do to mentally ill people. We put them on trial and abuse them in a  mental ward, or put them in prison.

Anyway, today is one of those days, I don’t want to be harassed. Just the thought  of coming out today made me sick to my stomach.  I  want to be left alone without some idiot standing close to me, making constant remarks about my appearance, hitting me with electricity, calling me a man, I’m sick of all the jerks. I know I’ll survive today and all the other days but I wish the jerks would leave me alone!  The only way I’ve been able to survive is cursing them under my breath.  As I walk away from them., I repeat under my breath, I wish they die, die, die. Just like this very minute. The woman sitting next to me is talking to herself and making “um, um, um” noises. Why the hell can’t she use the computer without all the “uming”?

I don’t want to be thrown out of the library again. I hope I can keep my mouth today. I’m not feeling very loving  toward anyone today,. I’m sick of the human race. I wish I could be a bird.

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Gang Stalking – Zero minus for the way McDonald’s treats its customers.

I had no change to get on the bus, so I went into McDonald’s and bought a chocolate drink to get some change.  The woman asked me, “Do you want whip cream with that?” I said “No.”   The bus is  in  front of McDonald’s so I walked to the bus  stop  after getting the chocolate.   I’d forgotten  to check  my chocolate, took the lid off, and, of course, whip cream. Not only a bit of whip cream, but half the cup whip cream. I walked back into McDonald’s and told the woman I said I didn’t want whip cream.  She said, “Oh.”  with a big smile on her face.  Got another cup of chocolate, tasted it before I went back to the bus stop, nothing but water and a bit of chocolate. Gave it back to the  woman and said, “It tastes like nothing but water.”  Again, she smiled.  I got another cup of chocolate. The woman put it right in front of me.  I tasted it. No chocolate.  It was coffee.  She said, “I put it there for someone else.”  She took it back.  Did not put another cup of coffee out.  Again, I got the chocolate.  Again, lots and lots of whip cream. I gave it back to her again and said, “You want to stand there and play games with me, I can be here all day” She replied, “I work here all day so it doesn’t matter to me if you stand there .”  Got another hot chocolate,  I said, “This is still nothing, but water.”  I decided to leave because I really wanted to ________________. You can put your words in the blank. I don’t want to say what I thought.  I ended up throwing away the watery chocolate before I got on the bus. What I think of McDonald’s and its help I can’t express here. I’d be thrown in jail.  Of course, when I left McDonald’s all the help had big smiles on their faces.  McDonald’s you get a rating of zero minus for the way you treat your customers.

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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 – What fucking right do they have to torture us?

Maybe some people are beginning to question things that they’re doing to targets. I was in the CVS pharmacy getting my prescription for blood pressure medication and I heard a Philippino woman speaking to the pharmacist. She spoke in Tagalog, but I understood what she said.  She asked the pharmacist what my medication (which is one of her business and the pharmacist should’ve told her so) is for. I heard blood pressure. I’m sure she’s heard that  I’m on psychiatric medication  (they tried to change this to “4  psychiatric medications”). That’s  the rumor that’s been spread about me and my medication.  Maybe this woman will wake up and wonder if  I’m on  blood pressure medication,  why  was she told I’m on psychiatric drugs? But I have a feeling she won’t question it at all.

There are people who question things. I know this for a fact. I was standing in the parking lot, why, I don’t remember (probably trying to get away from the perps), and I heard a man say, “I thought she had no hair. Look at her! That’s her real hair.” He talked to a woman who responded, “I don’t know.”  She didn’t look my way at all. He kept shouting, “That’s her real hair! They told us she had no hair.”  The woman again said, in a zombie way, “I don’t know.”  And the man seemed to be upset that they’d lied to him  and kept looking at me. At least this man questions things. I wish there were more people like. If I hadn’t heard this man yelling, I never would’ve found out that I have no hair.  I have lots of hair!

These are the kinds of lies told about us.  That we’re drunks, crazy, thieves, like men/women, are anti-American, violent,  druggies, sex-addicts, terrorists,  etc. Just name any bad thing, and we do it. We targets are the worse of the worse. There is no one in the U.S. that’s badder than we are. We are sicko crazies.

Most targets are really decent people.  They believe in living their lives as they see fit and letting others lives their lives as they see fit. We don’t shove our beliefs down anyone’s throats.  Others can believe whatever they want to believe. We don’t care what anyone’s belief is.  They have a right to their beliefs as targets have a right to theirs.

Who knows, maybe that’s why we’re targets? We don’t try to convince anyone that our way of thinking is necessarily the right or wrong way.  Maybe the U.S. wants zombies who will try to shove their ideas down everyone’s throats, maybe make the U.S. like the zombies they hire to harass us.

And even if we’re crazy, what f—–g right do they have to torture us?

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