Rained Out and Off Early

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I have no idea how many readers accept the premise that weather events are coordinated to change up the circumstances, and that some, in appropriate measures, distribution etc., aid the gangstalking and harassment activity, aka nonconsensual human experimentation of me. And so it was thus that an unsual rain squall set up at 1500h while we were hoeing weeds in one of the pumpkin patches. Now, 1500h is our regular afternoon break time, and so it was at least mighty suspicious that this "happened" then. Prior to that, we had been picking strawberries since mid-morning, and had been weeding for about half an hour. So... on the first work day after the first tanning salon visit in 8 years, they shortened down the day by two hours, and of course, the pay. The perps seem to be on sunlight, light source, Vitamin D and immune system research agenda as one of many of their objectives in this senseless abuse. As reported yesterday, I am suddenly needing (read perps mind-fuck planted notion) to get tanned again, and have been using my tan-through shirt over the past three weeks. The now shaved legs will also be getting a more direct sunlight exposure and not have the intervening hairs to reflect the light and interfere with light exposure. So it seems this phase of the abuse/harassment agenda is getting extra attention, more than just sunblock and tan=through shirts. And as I will be totally unlikely to get the clothing-free lake in this town during week days (impossible on weekends), the nearby tanning salon is the place to get a 5 minute accelerated tan.

And today, they arranged a "police incident" on the street outside the tanning salon for when I exited, the blue and red flashing lights, two police vehicles in mid-road forcing other traffic around them, and a pickup truck parked in the parking lot's driveway. And lo, after passing this by (100') or so, if the perps didn't remind me that I forgot my tanning booth goggles at the salon, and had to go back, and then had to re-walk the police incident, all to see the ununiformed policeman in baggy brown shorts sporting a holster with his gun in it. The perps like to have me see guns and weapons, though I have no particular interest or known traumatization associations. Longtime readers will recall that in the days of 2002 to 2003, the most disruptive and intensely abusive ones, they arranged for three gunpoint "takedowns",- (read scripted events, as they went on to continue their harassment for nine years and counting so they aren't going to truly endanger this valuable asset called me). Two takedowns by the Saanich Police and another by the US Border Patrol "because" I wanted to clean up my apartment in Seattle. One big string of arranged bullshit that I expect to attain justice by having a real one take place for all the assholes who had a hand it this insane fuckery. And given my predilection for respecting perps, the outcome wont' be so certain if I get to be involved.

Other wacko bullshit in the farm fields today, with the Punjabis being even less forthcoming as to what we do next, and then getting in a stinking rage over us getting confused over to where to meet and what to do as there is just so much FUD going on, now escalated. Said enraged Punjabi supervisor was directing her venom at my colleague who is also short on tolerance of late, though no major reaction. One or the other seems to get set off but so far not both together thankfully. But as my colleague has four more days to work to the end of the month, hopefully cooler heads will prevail. I don't know where this one is going, but the saving grace is that the Punjabis don't know much English, because if they did, the narky comments from my colleague would beget substantially more explosive reactions. For the most part, although I was culpable in this arranged confusion event, the supervisor doesn't round on me. Sometimes I suspect that the perps like to arrange proxies, whereby someone else gets reamed out in my presence, often on a related item, though I am not culpable. And of course, I get the odd rebuke, and they even get silly about it.

This morning, the Punjabis somehow decided to start at 0700h without telling anyone but the farmer, and they were picking potatoes by hand after the machine had tossed them up. I arrive at 0740h, and start into the job, having done it last year. And before long they are on me to put the flailed potato plants somewhere else, as they cannot be put over top of an area that hasn't been first picked. So... I put the flailed plants on the edge of this row of machine picked potatoes, but then I get chastised for this as they want the edge clear (like for what?). My above mentioned colleague arrives some minutes later and also gets rebuked for placing the flailed potato plants in the wrong place. Funny how that "happens".

But as this was the first potato picking for 2011, I had plenty of other pickers all over me, around me, standing over me, incursions on where I was picking and all the rest of the personal space disruptions that I have come to know and loathe. The above mentioned colleague was particularly annoying in this respect, and driving me with annoyance by picking potatos where I was about to. This same insane bullshit went on last year and I cannot fucking take it any more.

And it seemed the early trip on the city bus freakshow was a big deal, as no end of color arranged vehicles were out when I got a 5 min. ride to the bus stop, and they even put on a white unmarked tour bus exiting a very busy suburban parking lot, one so tight I don't know how they got it in there. And lo, if tonight, on my way to the tanning salon, the identical white tour bus is parked outside on the street, taking up at least three street parking stalls. Only in this town is street parking for passenger vehicles subsumed by larger haul tractor units and tour buses.

More musical chair games on the city bus when inbound this afternoon. The two rearmost corner seats were duly occupied, where I usually sit, so it was to be a transverse seat in front of them. (Ditto for this morning when outbound). And ast it "happened" one of the occupants was a lounging negro dude in a red drivers cap and matching red shoes. And lo, five minutes later another negro male arrives and sits opposite to me, the negro dudes not talking to each other at all. Eventually the red capped negro departs the bus, and the second negro takes the seat he had. This "tag teaming", especially of negroes was going on last year, and it seems the perps are returning to their infantile stunts all to put negroes on display in my proximity. Last year it was feigning insadvertance; the outgoing negro had vacated his seat to wait at the exit door and the inbound negro took the former negro'es seat without knowing he had been sitting there. The perps like to disect and decompose every juxtapositon, deed, and thought to infinite variations it seems.

There was plenty of blog-worthy fodder/freaks on the bus today, but I am getting memory block as to what they all were. I am going to call this one done and blog-off.