Gang Stalking – The scumbags wouldn’t last 1 day if they had to experience what we targets do.

It’s been a great 3 days.  For the last 3 days, they’ve been messing around my apartment. I have a walkway in front of my apartment. Every time I return home, the maintenance man is paining something around my apartment, fixing the front of the walkway by putting holes in it so that it’s easier for me to get hit with electricity. Putting holes in the walls outside my apartment, etc.  So I have to find new ways to protect myself. And when they can’t get to me, they go complaining to the monitor about how hard a time they’re having hitting me with electricity. And then the game starts all over again. Someone will come in start messing with the pipes, refrigerator, toilet, or doing some other useless thing. I’m amazed this complex hasn’t fallen down yet. They keep making holes everywhere around my apartment.

And also for the last 3 days, they’ve upped the noise level. There’s been non-stop police, EMT, cars blowing their horns, idiots  revving  up theirs car engines, cars zooming by so fast  they sound like planes passing because of how fast they’re going.  There’s also been planes passing over my apartment almost every 3 minutes. I don’t know how they can get so many planes to pass by every 3 minutes.  I’ve waited at the airport for my plane and I’ve never seen so many planes take off one after a another. I guess it’s a planned thing. One plane waits for another until they have enough planes in the air to go zooming by my apartment.

Oh, some idiot at the library is laughing hysterically. It’s supposed to get to me. But it’s not. I ignore them. I’m getting very good at ignoring the idiots at the library. If they laugh, make remarks about how I look, etc. I don’t say anything. I take a look back and see what they look like and start laughing. This really annoys the hell out of them. They can’t stand to have anyone laugh at them. As you targets probably know, they’re such delicate creatures.  They can dish it out, but they can’t take it. The scumbags wouldn’t  last 1 day if they had to experience what we experience every day.

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Gang Stalking – Oh, what a night!

Oh, what a night!

I was awaken at about a  little after midnight. The man next door kept coming to my front door and stomping his feet. The man upstairs walked noisily around his apartment and kept moving the machine he uses to hit me with electricity. Someone played loud music. Cars passed by my apartment blowing their horns.  I yelled to the someone who was blasting his music to lower it. The music kept playing. I’d had enough. I’ve been good 10 months. Have not uttered a word to any of the perps who live near me. I ignored them all. But there comes a time when it’s too much.

I got out of bed, opened the door and went in search of the loud music player. I yelled that I was going to call the cops (yeah, a lot that will do me). But they turned if off and I turned toward my apartment. I stood by the  railing watching the cars zoom by me and blow their horns. I took my little gadget and hit their lights. But they still kept coming. I kept hitting their lights. Pretty soon, the cars were going into the grass and turning around, or taking side streets to get back to where they came from. A few kept coming. But eventually they also left.

I stood by the railing and a young, blond-haired kid passed by me pulling at his hair. He looked homeless. He returned a minute later. I said, “Hey, what are you doing out this time of night?” He said, “Are you talking to me?” I said, “Yes.” He hurried away. He looked like one of those “lost” boys who people use for whatever purpose they feel like using them for. I felt sorry for him.

Black man who lives in apartment 210  came out, as he always does when I’m outside my apartment. He expected me to run back into my apartment, as I always do. But this time, I stayed put. He was not driving me into my apartment. I took out my little gadget and hit him. After a while, he went back into his apartment. A few minutes  later, he came out again. He stood by the railing. I kept looking at him and hitting him. While he was leaning on the railing, a young, white guy came out. He looked at me and went running down the stairs. I could hear the door slam behind him. Some hanky-panky going on? Probably.

The man in apartment 210 finally gave in and  went inside.

It got really quiet. No cars racing back and forth blowing their horns.  No man coming to my door and stomping his feet. No loud music. No strange boy running around. No neighbor from apartment 210 trying to force me into my apartment.

As I went into my apartment, I shouted, “You cockroaches can come out now. I’m going back into my apartment.”

It was quiet all night, for a change.

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