The Turban Collective

Aug. 30, 2010
1900h
Back from a day of loading daffodil bulbs into a conveyor hopper, though I cannot complain, as I was in the sunlight, and all my co-workers were in the shade. The conveyor belt passes through a wall, though not inside the building. Such is the continuance of the perp sunlight/shade/skin reaction/skin color research objectives. Some put on high SPF sunblock for the day, while they have me using SPF 15 twice a day (if they don't dither me into "forgetting"), and missing some locations and not others to create more variation of coverage of shirt, sunblock treated skin and hat shadow/blocking. I suppose the Vitamin D component might be part of this, as the perps seem to have a strong interest in this as well, Vitamin D being generated from sunlight, and it has wide repercussions on one's immune system. Other co-workers might be aiding the variation game by putting on high SPF sunblock in the morning and nothing for the rest of the day. Usually, I put on the SPF 15 sunblock at 1000h and 1200h PDT, which covers the most penetrating time of day. all I know is that the perps have a sustained and wide interest in this topic, which included at one time, Before Overt Harassment, using tanning beds, though only short durations of 5 minutes or less.

Onto the title topic. As regular readers will know, any kind of hat or head adornment is an Unfavfored object/appearance, and turbans rank near the top of the fugly list. And they "got me" when on the city bus heading to the farm laborer job. I see a brown turbaned E. Indian get on and then plant himself near the front of the bus, visible through a plexiglas panel. I was in the rearmost row seat, and he gives me a stare. Fine, I go back to reading my newspaper, and have another look in a minute or so, and now the fucker is looking outside in profile, a common multiple pose of the Unfavored. Nothing to exceptional so far. I read my newspaper for a minute, and "happen" to look up and in the direction of said brown turbaned E. Indian, and lo, if an intervening but previously obsured black turbaned E. Indian leans out from the obstructing heads, to present himself and his freaking black turban, which "happens" to be spatially arranged side by side with the brown turban. Like WTF; if I loathe the sight of turbans, which I do now as it is perp managed mindfuck imperative (didn't care for them before, but it was not big deal), then why is is that these assholes are arranged on the bus to sneak in yet another one that I didn't know about?

That was bad enough, but there is this Punjabi couple at the farm who keep posing their brown-ness and yellow turban. And today, he arranged himself to be behind the washroom door as I opened it to enter, and if that wasn't enough, he came back in to the washroom while I was still cleaning my arms from the dust that had accumulated on them. All I can say is this pursuit of me and presenting all the things that I don't care to see has become the all consuming industry/economic driver in this town.

The farm was once predominantly E. Indian labor until they had an economic downturn, and only this casual labor Punjabi couple is the representative pair. They spend no end of time posing when I am on break, or the 45 min. clusterfuck/marshalling at the begining of the work day. If I have some subconscious aversions to head ardornments and hats, I don't see that it is anybody's business but my own.

Aug. 31, 2010
1935h
While on the inbound city bus trip, a highway lane closure for a seeming accident, though it seemed more important to have two grey truck trailers there, one a semi, the other a dump struck. No sign of an accident, just a tent they set up.

Another accident in my neighborhood, at Pandora and Cook St., into the grocery store, though I walked by it mostly, to shop another block away. Interesting that it is a red truck, as the perps have been increasing the red gangstalking vehicles of late. They had four red vehicles parked in file for my twilight outing to the two local stores tonight.

The Shover Negro at the farm job has returned to work. How he gets away with not coming for a few days, and then gets to work is beyond me, as they told us over three weeks ago that this casual labor situation was over. And to boot, he shaved his head bald, and on the Unfavored list, a bald male negro (two females also) is about the most disgusting thing out there, more than red hair, Caucasian bald heads, tattoos, and the grossly overweight. Don't ask me how this ranking of Unfavored gangstalkers got started, or even why the Unfavored list even started. It used to be a no big deal thing if I saw any of the above worst list.).

Big time rain today, and we started at work trying to make the daffodil bulb sorting/loading machinery work with the wet bulbs and the attendant sticky wet soil, but the machinery jammed up. So, it was weeding for the rest of the day in the greenhouse. As usual, the external noises started up when begining weeding, especially after break times, but this is so habitual now, at my parent's or brother's place, as well as work.

Not too bad, all in all, I get to work another month, as some of the causual labor folks got laid off today, as they like to get them done with at month's end, with the check ready. I suppose that might be why the finance guy did his strut through the warehouse today, so he could be seen as part of today's employment proceedings. The entire concept of employment, work, joblessness and other related terms is of intense perp interest. Any mention of these topics or other associations will be noisestalked, and even invoke a plasma or maser beam flitting by.

Sept. 01, 2010
in a remote field to pick daffodil bulbs with one other person. The forman "forgot" to pick us up at the end of the day, so we walked into Saanichton to catch the bus there. This meant I didn't get back to my hiking boots and made the inbound bus trip in my gumboots and green rain pants tucked into my pack.

Were kept from the payday line up; all our confreres got their paychecks and we didn't. No doubt this was all about some kind of distance dependent experimentation, keeping me away from them, and then seeing them on the bus when it came through.

Onto tomorrow, wearing my gumboots outbound this time.

My new kneepads have been duly sabotaged to have soil roll down behind them, stay in behind the kneepad, and then mess up my pants for laundering every night. So now, I will somehow have to deal with this new and regular incursion of mess, soil on my pants that erupts from behind the kneepads.

-Split couple, the Punjabi pair, who rarrely speak to each other.


Sept. 02, 2010
2115h
A daffodil bulb sorting job today, feeding the hopper.

Turbaned Punjabi behind doors again, twice in two days.

Black hoodie dude, three different ones in three days, all disguising their head for the first 30 to 50 minutes of work. Yesteray, the black hoodie dude was getting way to close, attempting to get in the bus before I got out, last in line, about 6 of us getting out, one being him.

Yellow shirt worn today, and the perps were all over me today, and tonight at the local supermarket; about 30 freaks, and then an extra 10 minute "hold up", aka checkout obstruction while the skinhead pissed around with his plastic bags, getting the peaches out, and then from his wallet, getting the credit card out out a plastic bag. Fucking ridiculous. Still worse than the Fuckwit in front of me with a small deli item that was wrapped in a reddish paper, holding it near his head with one finger stuck in his ear for no discernable reason, save the extra conventional Fuckover games.

Swpt. 03, 2010
1956h
Another day of loading bulbs into the hopper for inspection by the downstream laborers to select out all the rotten ones, and leave only good ones to go through to the boxes at the end.

Major depressive feelings, (read, planted mind state) this morning, and therfore wondering what the assholes are up to now.

Sep 05, 2010
1050h
A day off working, and another, being Labor Day tomorrow, and time I posted this for the week.

Nice to get up later, 0730h instead of 0445h for a work day. Though, plenty of provocations to get me riled up, some 40 or more deserved vocalized annoyance, though nothing outrageous to beget screaming rage-ifications. The provocations have increased since early August, a week before the TI meeting in Nanaimo, and the week they shut down one of the two elevators again. And the elevator is still out, prompting many trips up the stairs, as well as "just standing there" gangstalkers and othe feints and dodges with elevator egress. One such event took place in mind week when I was headed to the laundry room; the elevator "happened" to open up just as I turned the hallway corner and the 3x Fuckwit gangstalker on this floor emerged, the door stayed open for longer for me to see another dude leaning on the back wall of the elevator, and a simultaneous entry of another dude down the hallway, some 15' in front me. A three dude flush, all around me at the same time, and all ostensible engaged in other activities. Funny how these "dude flushes" keep "happening".

A similar "dude flush" occured earlier this week. As I passed by the Fort. St (at Douglas St.) bus stop, six dudes all aboput the same build and height and all wearing ball caps, filed out from the rear door of the bus and assembled into a five wide array across the full width of the sidewalk headed the same direction, and one walking  in formation on the street surface in the track of the bus some 3' from the curb. Truly a feat of orchestrated fuckery/gangstalking, as there is never this kind of exodus from a bus at 0630h on a weekday at this bus stop, as have walked this every weekday for two months this year, and four months last year. As inferred, these orchestrated confluences of males has occured often enough to get its own name, "dude flush".

And the freakshow frequency has also increased this week, that is, the within outing frequency, say a supermarket visit. Two days ago I amde an evening visit to get more milk, coffee and other items, and if there is one gangstalker jerkaround I have extreme loathing for it is getting my coffee beans ground at the store. I am captive for a few minutes until the coffee is ground in the machine, and this brings on the freaks and gangstalking weirs more than any other time. Those brown beans been ground into a brown powder and the whirring grinder are too much for the sickos to resist stacking the gangstalker scene with extra odd back and forths of Fuckwits behind me, loitering Fuckwits doing their head spins (and spinal twists) while standing in place, and other gormless dweebes passing through. Not to mention the skinheads, tattoo acts, chinless wonders, and other fugly Unfavored specimens.

Sept. 06, 2010
1245h
I was to continue digging and reshaping an area of my mother's backyard today, but the rain has come on and I am back here at Abuse Central, via a city bus trip into downtown where I live. They had the turbaned E. Indian ready for me, having drove past him waiting at the bus stop, as I drove my mother and her vehicle to a suburban mall where there is more choice at to buses. He got off after one stop after I got on, and he could of comfortably walked the bus trip length if he had wanted. But he isn't the only one doing strange short length bus trips these days, even on good weather days.

A holiday Monday, at 1020h, and although pissing rain, here were over 30 people on the bus headed to downtown. One woman standee passenger had two gardening tools in hand, both dirt laden, a trowel and a dandelion pry tool, not in a bag or anything. Fucking bizarre, chasing me with just-used gardening tools, and getting on at a location where it was mostly shopping, and few homes.

I got my bus shelter mate, a older puffy faced man sitting next to me on the bus, and on the other side I had a blonde woman in a brown jacket sit beside me, then getting off. She was soon replaced by another and cuter blonde woman in a black jacket and hood up, who at least smiled at she came in close to sit down. The array of gangstalkers at the bus rear door was set up beforehand, as I have seen this before where they line up across the rear doorway and have me pass through the line, a very common gangstalker arrangement. Tso of the assholes standing at the rear exit got in my way to hold onto the the grap rails on the bus at it lurched into the stop, which is primetime for the assholes to dump my ass on the floor, but it did not happen thankfully. This vignette seemed to be all about forcing me to relase my grasp, and then re-grasping the rail while the lurching bus was pulling into my stop. Fucking absurd that some asshole has to play fucking games over how I grasp a rail on the bus.

Other bullshit was last night when my in-town brother visited, going on about the sockey salmon that he wanted to purchase, and then didn't and then did. This was from native Indians at my farm labor work site, and eventually he did make contact via cell phone, and met the person halfway into Victoria, as they lived up-Island in Duncan. It did strike me as odd that he wanted to do the deal at 2000h on  a Sunday night when most people want to put their feet up, and even more odd that they each drove some 30 minutes each way to meet. Later he phoned to tell me it was a rip-off, as she said it was two frozen fish per bag, when it was a quarter of that. I cannot figure out this ongoing stunt show over salmon, but it seems to be a consistent part of the harrassment. Said brother brought some last night, just as there was a cooked piece ready for him, and I now posess it for cooking up tonight. That the piece of salmon was in my bag on the bus might of been the attraction for all those gangstalkers on the city bus freakshow. Though to be fair, there wasn't too many freaks today, just the turban bullshit, as most had their heads down and were reading books. I suppose this is the only way they can get their fuckers in close in a socially acceptable way, and it doesn't matter how ludicrous the setup is.

2100h
A two month catch up on my Quicken entries, this time using the Quicken 2010 upgrade to permit downloads from my online bank access. And of course there are some fields rearranged, and new popup boxes, and finally, renaming rules for the download payees so they don't clobber the recorded ones that I use.

Catching up to the July Quicken transactions was a brutal rage-ification show; the assholes messed with selection of categories, messed with the rules, blocked selections of certain categories, pissed with the calculator display, and many other dynamically applied sabotage events to keep me screaming at them, at least 50x over the two hours it took to do this one month.

After salmon dinner, I did the August Quicken entries, and there wasn't so much abuse thankfully, though they did knock out some eight downloaded transactions that had to be entered by manually, like I always did it before. I suppose they wanted to benchmark me with the old method on the new software version. And I note that $140 cash went missing in August, and $100 cash went missing in June. I would assume they are playing their wallet contents games as it seems to be vital to their fuckery, those colored bills and all. Presently, they have me down to no cash in my wallet, surely a big moment for them as this is rarely allowed to happen. Another rareity was having an orange $50 in my wallet for a week or so in August, before I had to pay for my hiking boot sole replacement in cash. There have been many wallet thefts over the years, some mysterious, as it was full of cash from an ATM withdrawal and in my coat, and I was at my desk the entire time. And yet, the wallet went missing from the office that afternoon. Now that I experience materialization and de-materialization of crumbs, dog hairs and lint on a daily basis, as well as larger objects less frequently, I now understood how these long past wallet disappearances occured.

I best post this and start a new blog tomorrow, another weekly one as I have such little time in the evenings for blogging. I am also getting dociled and recall depleted, as there is much more to blog about each day and "somehow" I cannot recall the specific events when I have the limited time to do so