Only Fifty Rage Jerkarounds Before Noon

1320h
Quite the harassment show with other stunts interleaved to ensure that the applied rage-ifications were in as many contexts as possible. There was a heavy round of abuse for morning breakfast and the bathroom shower, shave (five bloody lesions in an abdominal vertical line), and dental hygeine. That was at least thirty or so, along with Pseudosweating me for no reason as it wasn't hot in this apartment. Later, onto laundry, and the typical concurrent activity of cleaning the bathroom. And lo, if they didn't force me to have a shit immediately afterward and then create more "problems" which were planned to beget more hassle. The perps have been adding brown streaks of no seeming source to the shower curtain, and red algae games to its hem. So... it was laundered today, and of course I didn't have a shower curtain for the forced shit cleanup. So..., I had to modify the procedure to ensure the minimum of extra splashy water didn't fly out of the bathtub. (I have done the curtainless shower once before). I suppose this was the highlight of the fuckery as they also reddened up the sunlight on my balcony and then shone a strong beam into this apartment, yet another no apparent cause event. (Pictures if I don't forget).

Enough said, and of course they added more Pseudosweating to make my shirt very wet, and to have me in a fuming state. Only since lunch have I had some relative calm. The noise front outside is horrendous and I cannot leave the balcony door open for long without getting totally overwhelmed with the noise.

Pictures taken today 0822h, as described above. It seems this strange white plasmic light "from nowhere" arrived to then beam extra light needed by the perps when driving me into a screaming wreck over their shit/shower follies as described above. This is the full scene, the vehicle on the curb as seen through the railings on the right. The ambient light had a strange reddish cast to it, best shown on the top of the balcony railing.




























For "some strange reason" the perps decided to put a very light brown vehicle on the sidewalk with two Fuckwits sitting beside it, presumably as gangstalkers. Perhaps it was all about more brown testing, ahem, and they needed a brown vehicle off the road and on the concrete. No problem, and we won't fake an emergency this time because we are getting bolder/stupider. This also gives me a hint that the Fuckwits cannot figure out the effects of brown colors from very far, putting on this show after seven years of this insane abuse. At least another two to go I would think.












1930h
And lo, if I didn't get a gratuitous cut on my right index thumb before going online just now. The styptic pencil won't staunch it for some reason, and so a band-aid has been applied. Probably for localized brown color reference purposes, given that one Fuckwit on the bus was wearing a bandid across his ear, directly in front of me. And too, a negro woman who I knew from a few years earlier "happened" to have a bandaid across her cheek when we met by "happenchance" at a bus stop.

It has been an ugly day, likely over 130 rage-ifications so far. There was a big screaming match over the air-dried laundry as lint kept coming back after I cleaned the shirts of lint. First there were interminable arrivals of white lint, and later, the navy blue lint began happening. And if that wasn't enough, the assholes started pulling threads off the garments, as they get a big charge out of me snipping them (noisestalked at the moment of severance), and putting the cut threads in the garbage. In fact, they wouldn't let the threads drop into the garbage but flew them sideways and missing by dint of extra-conventional gravitic fuckery. The last parting shot of dealing with the air-dried shirts.

In between yelling at the perps during this episode, they had someone outside yelling their heads off. Amazing they "need" to coordinate with me, and for what fucking reason? The same as this copycatting where the First Feral Family lifts their tea mugs, sips their tea and puts them down the same time as I do?

And worksite sabotage had been increased; they created extra streaks on the door glass after I had cleaned it, and put chads of paper or birch seeds down on just vacuumed surfaces. The boss man was taking some major short cuts when he left early, some 40 minutes on the job and he was gone. I was done in an hour. Typically, or more like once, we consistently took 1 hr, 10 minutes, but he keeps up this push to "hurry up" when I am going as fast as he expected me to at the outset. Other weird shit was the vacuum brush going missing, forcing a building wide search, and giving up, and lo, it was at the front exit when I was about to leave, forcing a second trip across the building, and when I turned to leave, three of the Sales men were arranged as if theywere engaged in an orchestrated array that was approaching me as one unit. The perps arrange these fucking games where three or more Fuckwits, usually men, appear to align and become vaguely threatening as they get. It must be another one of those traumatizations that only they know about it would seem, as I am not aware of it being threatening. It is so consistent, 3x per week or more, that there has to be some kind of purpose for this particular stunt.

I see the perps are testing me out with a change up to the chocolate; Milka bars come in 80g size instead of 100g, and in a plastic wrapper, not foil and paper. Both color and material changes are big deals to the assholes, especially around food packaging, and so this represents some kind of perverse and arcane progress on their part, changing the lab rat's food packaging after six years of this fucking bullshit. I never ate chocolate in the quantities the assholes are having me eat it.

2145h
This might be why the perps are keeping me on a consistent diet, now six years running; Sulfur In Just One Hair Could Blow A Terrorist’s Alibi. Forget the terrorist bullshit for now; sulfur isotopes change in one's hair according to food source. Now that the perps have constrained tapenade and now promote guacamole for tortillas, it might be a reflection on their ability to understand molecular concentrations of hair content variations. Who knows, it is interesting, and idle speculation at best for the TI containment/research abuse.

Another fluke from the Fuckover Force; an on site lecture about the Yellowstone geyser and the rarity of hydrothermal explosions and one went off just then. Imagine that; could it be the same assholes who organized the identical noise while I am writing about it and numerous other arranged coincidences all week long? I don't know of course, but as the perps are getting more blatant with their fuckery, I would not be surprised to see more of these coincidences in all walks of life, not just for TI's. There is some compelling reason for them to have an event erupt immediately following writing, talking or even thinking about such. Pardon my cynicism, but it comes by way of experience.

On with more linking; a TI gained court recognition of electronic harassment, a legal first. This link doesn't give me all the details, but it was clear that there was one central stalker from a malevolent government acronym organization. This made it easier to identify the culprit, though interestingly, the accused didn't dare show in court. Perhaps we would of found out more, and that wasn't what they wanted. I suspect this is only peripherially related to the shadow clowns that are making my life hell. I am told that James Walbert has been helpful in sharing his methods with other TI's, but of late, he isn't responding or else got cut off. All too curious, but I was not surprised that I was totally clueless that this transpired until the last week, abetted with the recent contact with my local TI confrere. And yes, I do keep up regular TI sites, and "somehow" this didn't either register as important or else I was kept clueless. Funny how that happens in every group I belong to, even when I was on the executive of some of them.

Have I done this link before? Normally I would recall if I had, but as my recall is getting fucked with at every turn, here it is again; Why People Believe Invisible Agents Control the World. Why? because they see abnormal patterns and impart agency to them. And more to the point; because there are malevolent agencies that act by remote means, including dithering one's thoughts. I would never of believed it myself if someone flat out told me this. But after living it for seven years, with plenty of correlations for the previous 47 years, I finally get it. But I am not expecting anyone to take me at my word; do some research with the links on the right side before making any dumbshit comments.

The above denial story is audacious to say the least. But then comes this one, more technical to be sure, but it claims that radio waves could influence gravity. That just about says it all from the TI perspective, though I suspect there is a whole lot more to it than that. Thomas Townsend Brown influenced gravity effects with electrical fields in 1924, also in a link under the Consolidated Links page, at the right. And no one took up his research and advanced it. Talk about the biggest mind fuck in the history of science, after the relativity dead end.

That is it; a brutal fucking day with provocations one after the other, and plenty of screaming rage "reactions". They also cranked up up at the cleaning job, so it seems that this bullshit is still their first stunt of choice. And how many Fuckwit heads do I get to slam with a bat over this one?