Why does this keep "happening" to me? (The reason for the quotes is that it not happenchance, but part of a continuing campaign of whole life abuse orchestration by a psychopathic confederacy who MUST fuck up everything I do, think or say);
I'm afraid we have had a problem with your order though, both the Ballistic HC Series Case Black/Grey for LG Optimus LTE and the 32GB Kingston microSDHC Memory Card with SD Adapter have been delayed. We apologize for this delay - we have tried to find these 2 products for you from a different supplier, but with no luck. Sorry too for not contacting you sooner about this, we knew about this delay some time ago but I made a mistake processing your order and that meant you never received an email about the new delivery date. I apologize for this, it was entirely my mistake.Right; how many fuckups have we got? Both items were delayed (2 fuckups), tried a different supplier (1 fuckup), didn't contact me when they knew there was a delay (1 fuckup), "made a mistake processing ... order" (1 fuckup), and argueably one more in not notifying me (1 fuckup). That is 6 fuckups for a three item order now in its fifth week of pending status. Only the stylus didn't get "delayed".
And was it two posts ago when I got a notice of delivery of an entirely different parcel, the contents being a flat-free wheelbarrow tire, with next day delivery re-attempt noted, and it was not delivered at all? And they could of delivered it to the motel office like all the other courier firms do, but didn't. The delivery fuckups went on for five days before I picked it up myself. That was the delivery side of it. Once I got the parcel the sender fucked up the axle size of the wheelbarrow tire, which is still unresolved. They supplied a part that wasn't on my list of availible axle and hub length sizes, and masked the snafu by using their own part number. This part number mapping/designed-fuckup was done without my knowledge. And too, their part number was missing any telltale specifications, like "58" for 5/8 inches axle diameter so I wouldn't be able to detect an error.
And considering how often other abettors talked up these parcel delivery fuckups, surely there is some kind of payoff expectation about it. Though, I remain totally mystified why an unlimited funded band of highly organized, insane and relentless psychopathic abusers would want to constantly screw with my parcel delivery. Though, the brown color agenda/theme is part of it; I can be certain to be gangstalked for up to five days by parcel delivery vans if I have one delivered to me (without fuckups). And too, the cardboard box bearing Fuckwits and operatives is a given in this fucking hell I have been cast into, now ten years worth and still running. They even walk around (aka, gangstalk) with a stack of cardboard on their head. Another stunt was placing cardboard furniture in mid-sidewalk a few years ago.
This PC has been out of action for four days, now repaired. Seemingly, a flakey drive connection was the problem, though as always, the perps can mess with anything anywhere, by remote means. Why the conventional world hasn't figured out why so many things go wrong, break or otherwise malfunction is beyond me. Today's cloud patterns of high cloud with augmented contrails to add differing line (cloud trail) sizes was a total gimme.
And rage-fied again over laundry sabotage again. The "string-strangling" games, where drawstrings magically unravel in the washing machine and are tightly wound around other selected garments. One pair of shorts with a drawstring has 20" hanging out and I have absolutely no clue as to how it was originally constructed. Naturally, my knowledge of problematic garments was defeated, because before 2008 or so, I would remember which garments had associated "problems", and hand wash them. Now, I am not allowed access to my own knowledge, gained at the hands of the same assholes.
I have also been a "shit-refugee" during this PC's latest hiatus; after last weekend's toilet blocking games (twice here), and then again at the toilet at work, now means I go to malls and other public places to take a harassment-free crap. Oddly, ahem, the toilet at this house was no problem for the first week, and then the assholes started plugging the toilet on me. And at the vineyard house, why, it was the smallest crap ever, and "somehow" the toilet blocked up and stayed that way for three days until the male owner returned. He is over 300lb, and somehow he never has a toilet plugging problem, and I am not even 200lb. Long time readers have heard this before, but when the perps outed themselves as an overt malevolent abusive force, they plied me with all kinds of plasma and noncoventional gravitic events after removing me, then redepositing me back in my apartment. 04-2002. At some point, they were inside, and one Fuckwit had a balloon and placed it in the toilet as it was flushing (just water). It blocked the toilet I found out the next day, and needed a plumber's snake to clear it. And ever since then, the toilet travails have been going on about 98% of the time when taking a crap. They backed off only in 10-2011 some, and I thought they finally relented. But no, after I had my ass hairs waxed out (to remove the excuses for their crap plastering games), they started up the toilet blocking and other messy stunts again. When I moved to Penticton they kept it up at the new residence for a few weeks (01-2012), and then backed off, so I really did not expect crap-harassment in this new shared house. And I didn't get any for the first week as mentioned, and now I cannot risk taking one here.
Almost needless to say, the town is alerted to my shit-refugee excursions, now three in number, and an extra level of vehicular gangstalking is in place. They even have the dudes tail me in their vehicles, park only 15' away, and then tail me on foot into the store, and then do stupid back and forths in the aisle in front of me. I hadn't noticed (or recalled) this level of intensified gangstalking before, but it goes to show that it can get worse anytime. The perps in general seem to be more hyper about gangstalking and harassment now.
I am to fly to Victoria tomorrow in the evening, so I can only surmise that the shit games and laundry sabotage is in support, whatever that means to sick assholes. And too, another ass hair waxing is arranged for Monday next week. The perps like me to get this treatment there for some reason, but the leg hair waxing here in Pentiction (last weekend). Go figure. Or even more to the point, why is it that I have this "need" to remove body hair now?
But they did let me get some tanning in while working in the vineyard today, after four days of piss-poor weather. It seems the perps need me to tan, and then take two to five days off before it is allowed again. Today was different; top tanning before lunch, change into shorts and only tan my legs in the afternoon. As usual, the aircraft were out in force; STRATCOM B-52's, to a blue helicopter that accompanied me to my lunch (blue shirt off, but in hand), and then timing its return when I had finished lunch (shirt on, shorts on). And to add to the red-brigade, a red painted private aircraft was also put into the airborne gangstalking mix. Two days ago at the vineyard, it seemed they teleported a yellow single engine aircraft behind a nearby hill, as it came out from behind it quite suddenly and it would of been very dangerous to have flown it so low behind the hill in the first place (less than 100' above the ground). Also on the noise/Unfavored visage front, they even arranged the infernal HD motorcycle noise at the vineyard, supposed locals, har, har.
I am going to post this now, before I take the Boeing 737 flight later tomorrow. It seems like the right timing to wrap this up, but as always, intuition is a remotely manipulated situation I have learned much to my chagrin. If there is anything startling I will add it on.