This info was sent to me by John N., a reader. I’m posting it here on my blog for women who might need help, especially here in Las Vegas where prostitution is happening to very young girls. If you’re a woman and need help, here’s how to get help – http://the-wellhouse.org/
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At the DMV:
I sit waiting at the DMV surrounded by lowlifes. The music’s been turned up to deafening. Yesterday, I wrote about the perps laughing at us, and that’s what they’re doing. Laughing like hyenas. And, of course, they have their phones aimed at me so they can hit me with electricity. I can’t wait anywhere without the idiots taking out their phones. I guess it makes them feel powerful that they can use their phones to hurt me.
The DMV sounds worse than the library.
A guard passes by me non-stop, imitating things I do in the privacy of my apartment.
The seats have been taken over by women who have 6-7 kids with them. There’s not enough seats for everyone Why don’t these women have someone babysit theirs kids? Plus the kids are running around acting like little lunatics.
It seems everyone has to pass by the aisle I’m sitting in. I guess there’s no other aisle.
God, give me patience to keep my mouth shut. My number is G369. They’re only at number G102.
As I said, God give me patience.
Hope to make it out of this place without telling someone off.
It’s days like this that make me want to slap one of the stupid idiots.
Oh, the guard passed by again.
A real annoying woman sits next to me. I get up and move around.
The guard yells that everyone should find a seat. All the people milling around and not sitting, but only when I get up does he tell everyone they have to find a seat.
But it turned out to be a good move for me. I walked around and found a kiosk. A kiosk that no one is using. I go right to it. I begin to use the kiosk.
I’ll give you a second to guess what happens…
Well, of course, all my groupies get in line to use the kiosk. They saw me using it, they have to use it. There are about 10 of them in line now.
I’m so good at attracting business.
Finish with the kiosk and hurry away from the awful place and the idiots!
It was a good day. I made it out of the DMV without slapping anyone, or telling someone off.
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I sometimes feel as if I’m living in a time warp. Las Vegas seems to have gone backwards instead of forward. It’s like the 30s, 40s, 50s used to be. Men act macho and the women hanger’s on. The women don’t want to work and are willing to be hangers’ on. They dress as if they’re going to a brothel rather than work. I don’t know if they’re told to dress this way to attract men to where they are, or if it’s of their own making. Either way, don’t they have any respect for themselves? Why do they sell themselves so short? They are more than the way they dress; but if you visit Las Vegas, you would not think so. You would think that women in Las Vegas are not very educated, smart, hard-working, have children, married, etc. The impression they put out there is none of the things I mentioned.
These women go out of their way to show me how short their skirt is, how low their blouse or t-shirt can show their breasts. Some of them wear their skirts so high, I can see their underwear.
And the men, what can I say about the men? I don’t even know where to start? Most of them look as if they never shower, or take a bath. They also wear short-shorts. What a sight to see! It’s supposed to turn me men wearing short-shorts and women wearing low-cut blouses. and shaking their booties.
To me, Las Vegas is a lost cause. It has had its day in the sun and needs to change. People are not gambling as much anymore. What they are doing is drinking a lot and going to prostitutes. That’s Las Vegas’ main two attractions. And these two attractions can be found in a lot of other cities. Cities where there is more than drinking and prostitutes.
Anyway, It’s just a rant for today. I’m getting sick of walking behind women who show me their cheeks. I’m not interested. What I’d like to do to the bitches I can’t say here.
What I’d like to say to them – Stop acting like hookers! Grow up! Go home, clean your homes, take care of your children, make sure they don’t follow your lead in life and become hookers!
Now, I feel a lot better getting if off my chest. But I’m sure they are not going to stop! They like doing what they’re doing. They think they look sexy. Oh, pleaseee!!!!!!!
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Yesterday when the girls beat me up, I left out a few details. When the women turned toward me and I turned my back on them, one of them took my suitcase and my handbag was hanging on the handle of my suitcase. When I ran after them, my hat fell off and I had to go after it. And I heard one of them say, “Well! Now we know she has hair.” I don’t know what their obsession is with my hair. It’s not the first time they’ve mentioned my hair. At least my hair is real, the women who jumped me had on extensions and wigs. If I had to re-live the day, that’s the remark I’d make “At least my hair is real unlike your fake hair!” That really would have set them off. And there four women, not three. I noticed the woman who helped me had her camera pointed at me all the time. The beating was a set-up. They wanted to catch me saying something that would get me thrown in jail. Honestly, I can’t believe how calm I was yesterday. It’s like I wasn’t even in my own body. It was sort of like an outer body experience. Before I knew the fourth women was part of the group, I calmly told her to get in her car and leave before the women came after her, and then I walked toward the library.
I wrote yesterday I would not go after the women, but I’ve changed my mind. I am now trying to find proof of the beating. I wont tell you what I’m going to do because I don’t want to give them any advance notice about what I’m doing. This time I’m going after them. I’m going to press charges once I find the proof. I’ve had enough of beatings from the lowlifes. They’re not going to get away with it this time. I’m sure they all went home and had a good laugh about the beating I got. And I’m even today, they’re still laughing about the beating. If I can get the proof I’m searching for, they won’t be laughing for long! There’s a jail cell waiting for them all. They better enjoy themselves while they still can.
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Every time I walk toward the library, I have to pass a trellis-like path. As I walk, there are men and women standing, sitting, imitating what I do when I pass by. They all wait for me to pass and make a comment. They get paid to do this. If I make a comment, the perp will report it and get an extra three, four bucks in his check. Plus it’ll become something the perps can imitate me doing.
Today, I didn’t feel like walking the path, so I found a solitary spot under a light. I can bet that tomorrow that the light will be over run with perps. And if the light is not over run with perps, every light I pass will have a perp sitting under it. What idiots!!!
This is for women. Men who read my blog don’t get insulted. I heard this on the radio this morning. There is something we women do that drives men bonkers! You’ll never guess what!!! Who knew? I didn’t. I’ve made a mistake all this time. I’ve slammed doors on perps for as long as I can remember. And it’s been making them feel very masculine. The truth is, men hate it when women hold doors open for them! It makes them feel emasculated. Now that I know this, I will make sure I hold the doors open for all of them, make them feel emasculated. So, women, make sure you hold a door open for a man perp. Annoy the hell out of all of them!
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If you’ve noticed when you read my blog, there are no photos. The hackers removed Zemanta, that’s the free photos provided by WordPress.com. I usually can get into the settings and re-set, but I can’t do it anymore. They’ve also removed photos from readers who make comments on my blog. All that shows is a grey picture. Some readers also complained to me that they can’t get into my blog.
Well, since I use the computer at the library, I’m not allowed to do anything about it. I’m allowed to use the computer, but I can’t make changes to it. I’m lucky I’m able to type my blog. Believe me, typing my blog is a miserable experience. I swear you’d quit if you had to put up with what I have to deal with every day.
As soon as I come into the library, all the perps are waiting for me to get on the computer, so some of them can hit me with electricity, others can hack my computer, make coughing noises, clear their throats non-stop, and a lot of them imitate every little thing I do. A lot of noise and talking goes on. They’re allowed to make as much noise as they like. The librarians will not tell them to keep quiet. The librarians help them by giving them numbers on stick-it grey notes. I can tell someone is new by the grey sticker they’re using. I see the same perps show up almost every day. Some come once in a while, but I know what all of them look like. And there are idiots, who when they sit next to me, do a lot of laughing, or imitate my strokes when I type, or make a guttural sound, like cavemen. The men are in different stages of disrepair, and think everything they do is funny! Most perps at the library are men. They come in all sizes, shapes, colors, ages. Women also show up to hack the computer, but the same ones don’t show up all the time, but they’re just as bad as the men, if not more annoying. With a few exceptions, most of the women take care of how they look. They look as if they take a bath. I can’t say the same thing about the men. A lot of them look like hobos.
I’m writing about this because I have no control over the library computers. I can’t change a thing on them, or it’s good-bye for me. So I hope you can understand why I can’t make changes when readers tell me something’s wrong. I apologize. I hope you’ll keep reading my blog.
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English: World Naked Bike Ride participants at the White House (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: South façade of the White House, the executive mansion of the President of the United States, located at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C. Español: Fachada sur de la Casa Blanca, la residencia oficial del Presidente de los Estados Unidos, situado en 1600 Avenida Pennsylvania en Washington, D.C. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I thought the things they were doing to my computer before were bad, but it’s getting worse now. I can’t even see my Reader, etc. on WordPress anymore. All I get is titles and nothing else. I don’t even think I’m on my computer. The hackers have remotely taken control of my computer. I notice when I put my computer on, it doesn’t go on right away. It takes about three minutes for the machine to go on. It takes that long because I have to connect the b’s.
As I wrote before, why do they have to hack me? There’s nothing they can’t see. All they have to do is go to my blog and the hackers can see everything I’ve typed. Maybe the idiots think I’m sending secret messages to China or North Korea? Or maybe Russia? Ooh, bad girl am I. I’m a spy.
I’ll repeat this again. What a bunch of idiots! This is our money that the government is paying these idiots to spy on us. It reminds me of those old movies where the cops ran into each other and beat up on each other instead of the bad guys. A comedy full of idiots.
It’s too bad if I’ve hurt their feelings lately. I’ve called them a lot of names. Names they deserve. I’m calling them names for all of us targets. When I call them idiots, I do it in my name and all those targets out there who can’t.
Every time I hear the U.S. is free, it turns my stomach. All of us targets are going through hell and we can’t get anyone to listen to us.
Yeah, we targets should be proud to be living in the great, free U.S.A.
(Now they’ve switched my writing style again. I knew they would once I mentioned it. See, I did nothing, problem solved. I didn’t have to do anything. And I’m sure they’re going to change the letter style again when I finish this blog.)
Who’s for marching in front of the White House naked? I mean it!
I’m sure we would be arrested and then we can tell the news people our side of the story. Or, knowing how puritanical the Republicans are, we’d find ourselves in a prison cell. Either way, we’d get attention.
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Chaetopappa ericoides in Kyle Canyon, Spring Mountains, west of Las Vegas, Nevada (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Chaetopappa ericoides in Kyle Canyon, Spring Mountains, west of Las Vegas, Nevada (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
ant party (Photo credit: sbfisher)
Summertime (Photo credit: s.o.f.t.)
Sixteen more days before Spring. I can’t believe how fast life is passing me by. I feel as if my life is passing me by and I’m not accomplishing a damn thing. But it’s a hard life when someone is a target. An accomplishment for us is staying sane, alive and healthy. These are also hard to accomplish, but most targets manage to do them.
And, of course, before you know it, Summer will be here. Another spring, another summer just flying by.
But, for target newbies, I want to give you some warnings.
Summer, in my opinion, is the worse season for us targets. The little darlings(!) are out of school, people take vacations, a lot of people goof off from work.
Summer is the season, we targets have to be on our toes.
Summertime is when the perps try to make where we live a home for vermin. The perps will leave food in front of your apartment/house, dog poop, etc. Of course, they leave dog poop all year, but summer with its heat, will attract flies, roaches, trail of ants, and other exciting little creatures. If you don’t keep the front of your apartment/house clean, your home will become a haven for the creatures I mentioned. If you prepare now, you won’t have this problem in the summer. Make sure if you see any food in front of your dwelling, you clean it up. If you live in an apartment/house, cover all the holes in it. If you don’t want to use pesticide, fill the holes with plastic bags. The vermin can’t chew through plastic, and you don’t have to deal with disgusting chemicals. I use plastic, and it has worked for me. Nothing gets in. You can also fill the holes outside with plastic. If you have a house, make sure you check everywhere, in the back, front, etc.
In other seasons, you have a lot of perps follow you around, but summer’s worse. As I stated, the little darlings(?) are home from school and they’ve been corrupted by their perp parents. They will do to you exactly what their parents do. The little darlings have a lot of time on their hands and want to fill their time doing exciting things, and you will become their target. So become very aware when they’re around. They are usually up to no good when a target is around.
And if you’re a women, maybe they do this to men, too, I don’t know. But summertime is when the women perps start showing off their fabulous figures. What figures? Round balls. I know that’s nasty, but imagine what they say about us targets. Well, anyway. The women perps feel it’s their season to show off their figures. Some of the sights I see here in Las Vegas would make you throw-up. The women perps will make sure that they get in your sight so they can jiggle their fat butts in front of your face. They will wear low, low-cut blouses with their breast almost out. They will stick their breasts in your face. And the short, shorts they wear with all the fat sticking out is a horrible sight to behold. They will purposely do this to you. Why they do this, is beyond me. Is it supposed to turn us women on? It has the opposite effect on me. I feel like throwing up every time I have to put with what they think is sexy. But, of course, men might find the whole scene exciting. To each his own.
During Winter, you usually wear a coat, so you get some sort of protection from getting hit by electricity. But summertime, you usually wear shorts, and no coats. So I recommend, don’t be afraid to do this, start using an umbrella. I do this every summer. I use an umbrella to protect my skin from the sun, and to protect myself from getting hit by the perps. And you can use it to protect yourself if someone tries doing something to you.
Also, carry bottle water with you during the summer. It’s not only good to keep you hydrated, but it can also protects you. If a perp tries to hit you, the bottle water will pick up the electricity, thus missing you.
So get ready for summer, before you know it, it’ll be here. Fun, fun times ahead!
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A 2007 Alexander Dennis Enviro 500 sporting “DEUCE” fleetname and livery in Las Vegas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Venice in Las Vegas, Nevada (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Infant explorers (Photo credit: hcplebranch)
The whiny cry babies were out in full force today.
I had nothing to do in the last two days, so I didn’t go out. So, of course, the perps missed me. If I’m not out and they can’t annoy the hell out of me, they don’t get paid. Just the thought of going out when I have nothing to do, has become real hell. I used to go to the park, or go to a movie, or go see an art show. But those days are over. Every place I go I’m so full of angst, that I’d just rather stay home. Staying home is no better, but at least I don’t have to look at their faces.
I had to get on the bus today, and as always, being on the bus is the pits. Everybody on the bus knows who I am, and as soon as I get on the bus, the perps all perk up, especially the women. The women start shoving babies in my direction. What prostitutes these women are! If they’re willing to abuse their babies, what other things won’t they do?
(I finished typing my blog, but the hackers deleted what I typed. Bastards! So I have to retype the paragraphs they deleted.)
Well, let’s see if I can remember what I typed?
The women all get their phones out and point them in my direction. I start feeling the electricity from their phones right away. The men do the same, but the women seem to take more pleasure in hitting me than the men do. All the women begin to talk loudly, even though they’re sitting right next to each other. You would think that they’re sitting miles and miles from each other. They begin playing their radios, and the bus driver doesn’t say anything. And then they begin imitating everything I do. I cross my legs, they cross their legs. I touch my hair, they touch their hair. I get something out to read, they take something out to read. And worse of all, is their smirky smiles. I’d like to wipe their smile off their freaking faces.
And, of course, the bus driver is also doing his best to make my bus ride miserable. He keeps screeching his brakes, pumping them a lot, and has all the bus lights on, even though it’s a bright, sunny day in Las Vegas and there’s no need for the lights to be on.
When I was younger, I used to hear that the world would be a better place if women were in charge. I used to believe this. I don’t believe it anymore. As a target, I’ve had a lot of experience dealing with women who are perps. They are no less mean than the men, and if anything, they’re nastier. And they seem to get more pleasure being nasty. I’m way over thinking women are better creatures than men. When it comes to abusing someone, women are just as abusive as men. And the world would not be a better place if women were in charge. I think I would fear more for my life if women were in charge.
And for those who believe women are better creatures, good for you. If I were you, I’d watch my back.
Okay, bring it on!
P.S. The Deuce buses above are the ones I ride in Las Vegas.
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Pink dogwood flowering head (Photo credit: Martin LaBar)
Pink nail polish. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Pink! (Photo credit: fabrice79)
pink mannequin (Photo credit: minicooper93402)
English: Jing Ulrich wearing a pink dress. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
pink pink pink (Photo credit: Malingering)
Today is pink day. Not pink day for women’s cancer pink, but pink because I’m wearing pink. I’m wearing a pink, turtle neck sweater. And everywhere I look, I see pink. Women wearing pink pants. Pink jackets. Pink shoes. Pink bags. Pink lipstick. Pink nail polish. One woman I saw, wore a pink hat, jacket, bag, shoes. All these people made sure that they stood where I could see them. And when I entered my complex, a woman opened her door and made sure I saw her wearing pink. All these people are mimicking me wearing pink. The creatures do this to me a lot. Whatever color I wear, they mimic. But usually, everybody is not wearing the same color. The colors vary. This is the first time I’ve seen so many people wearing the same color. I hope they all turn pink. Have a pink day.
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