Women in Blue

2015h
That is policewomen, as follow-me gangstalkers when entering the building, after crossing the street where their white police van was parked. Two of them accompanied me in the elevator, but went onto an upper floor. I have been getting much more police activity around me of late. One was blonde even. In my experience it is rare to send two women police out together, just in case they need some muscle. Yesterday there was an in-street emergency outside this apartment building with one police vehicle parked in the center of the road, and the other beside it in the wait zone, reverse parked to the usual RH traffic direction. The red and blue lights were flashing and they had the sacrificial Fuckwit with green hair in handcuffs behind his back. This was the "greeting scene" when I came back in the early afternoon from berry picking, having been rained out while weed pulling. Later in the evening a male Pakistani policeman "happened" to be walking by himself toward me on my way to the cleaning job. He was heavily backlit so I couldn't detect that he was in fact a policeman until very close and not one of the overstuffed security dweebes that have been circulating of late. Then on my way back from the cleaning job, and outside the LD store after exiting, there was a big black police sedan with the police inside it, pulling away from the parking stall. I am getting the black vehicle treatment of late too, also supporting the memory deletion fuckery theory, see below.

I don't know what the deal is, but the police crowd are getting extra visibility of late, and per usual, I have no recollections of any trauma associations with them. As before, the brain-wipe years from ages 2 to 5 may contain some relevant subconscious recollections the harassment sickos are attempting to stimulate. This seems to be the pattern, and is likely the reason for the heavy clinical, wheelchair, skinhead (male shaved heads), racial and motorcycle themes they keep arranging and pushing. Today, they had a black hoodied Caucasian gangstalker across the street loping N. ward, and six feet behind him was a very black negro emulating the hoodie act (face excepted) with a multicolor umbrella for the piffling rain onset that was likely arranged. (There are no end of rain onsets erupting when I am outside, often timed to my departure, and don't develop into a full blown rain. This is also emulated to some degree by the excessive street cleaning encounters, and intersections that are wetted down in advance of me crossing them, usually as a bus passenger). So it would seem that the hoodie dude was negro emulation, followed by a real negro with a multicolor reference, that being the umbrella. Go figure.

The perps also wiped me out for a 2.5 hour nap this afternoon when I had 9 hours of sleep the night before. I wasn't picking berries today due to a twice postponed meeting I attended, my foray into squeezing some $5k from the government for my disabilities, har, har. I got the opening to mention that it was still happening, and was allowed a reasonable defence of my activities and determinations. I don't usually get totally runover in a meeting, but I rarely get to access all relevant major facts for a convincing presentation. The usual deal is that the perp have me ruminate over what wasn't said, that could of been. They also had me is a stumbling halting speech pattern, and kept fucking with my throat by putting some phlegm in it to render me croaky for extra speech volume/tone variation. It is fucking sick I can't be allowed to be myself whenever there is a meeting or other interaction with someone, presumbly rehearsed in advance as it seems to be.

When I got back to my apartment, why, a one block distant fire truck with its emergency lights flashing was "passing by" for me to see the light show in front of this apartment building.

The cleaning job bossman pulled another one of his faux silent hissy fits. After waiting for me for 5 to 10 minutes to finish up at the Service Garage on his scooter, he comes through looking like a motorbike policeman in his silver-grey flake finish helmet and the characteristic dark glasses. (Cloudy today, and at 1845h who in the fuck needs sunglasses?). He asks me if I cleaned the door glass and I said I did, and then he pulls this bullshit line saying he beat me to it as it had been done. If it had been done there wouldn't of been a 12" patch of scuzz on one door, and handprints on the other. I told him that and he got into one of his rambling bullshit routines, and puts on the cold shoulder act. I get one of these passive aggressive stunts per week, and each time there is no reason for this nonsense, especially when he is the causal party. As this crap-on-me act has been playing for over seven months, I am used to this. I had plenty of it from the ex as well, usually when her ineptitude was put on for riling me up. The crap-on-me games, often without any substantive reason, have been going on all my life so it fits the perp's pattern. What they expect to get from this I have no fucking idea, but there have been a few high school in-class ream-outs that just didn't hold water as to why I got this excessively caustic attention. All were contrived by the perps IMHO, and I don't get it as to why this particular form of insane persecution is important for the Fuckover cause. It has nothing to do with their mind control objectives and suggests the assholes have a whole new universe of fuckery devoted to this abusive realm.