Sunday, January 10, 2016

Doddering & Ditzing Show

Back to everyday reality, that is gangstalk reality, now that the so-called "holiday season" is over. (As in holiday from what? The gangstalking is intense here in the Gangstalk Capital of Canada, Victoria, BC).

And my perp-abetting mother was full measure for amping up the idiot show; the doddering, ditzing and otherwise dip-shitting was on. Another trick is her finger fumbling, especially when finishing up an transaction, making out that she cannot put bills back in her scarlet purse that fits in a matching scarlet handbag. This stunt show was best demonstrated  when I drove her to the doctor's office and then hung out at the re-furbished Hillside Mall in the meantime. And of course, a forced piss while there, at least 10 on the morning and I had no prior coffee or tea.

Then another forced piss at the next mall where the supermarket is; all these shiftless dudes doing the "do-squat shop"; just hanging there looking a the merchandise for extended looking. One skinheaded Chinese Fuckwit, as tall as I am (5'11") came straight at me within 12" and just when I asked what the fuck he was doing he laughed. Don't they do "excuse me" in China? And I don't want to go there to find out as former neighbors traveled there, twice in fact, and reported on the incessant air pollution and the garbage flying around. No thanks; I get enough of the latter here, and not by coincidence.

While at this same supermarket, it was "Camo Duckie" as the most persistent and ridiculous Fuckwit gangstalker. White haired and in a camo colored jacket; absurd. But as this town seems to be taking a turn for the worse in weirdness, including the elder-stalkers, it should not surprise me. And before we entered the supermarket, while pushing the shopping basket I was held up by a five way ambulatory cluster fuck in front of me where everyone seemed to stop for everyone else. One of them, an Asian, was standing in one foot in front of a brick pillar not even looking at the outside produce. (And might of been the same Fuckwit mentioned above who came straight at me. I say "might" because I am not always allowed to recognize faces anymore; even passing Fuckwits would never be forgotten and now it "happens"). Said pillar staring Fuckwit pulls back from the pillar just as I was entering the doorway and looks at me, and just then I realized he wasn't looking at any produce but doing a total "just stand there" and I looked at him like he was totally nuts. Which he would of been in conventional non-orchestrated circumstances.

Once inside I told my mother to get the spinach for salad material, next to the mushrooms, Camo Duckie immediately moved in beside her to get the adjacent mushrooms. And lo, if he didn't fumble around for an extended duration while my perp-abetting mother ditzed around, and lo, if she didn't need mushrooms too for yet more side-by-side time with Camo Duckie. And what is it about decision making and taking advice that is so important to the perps? They can't crawl up my asshole far enough in these circumstances, and surely they have fucked other victims in these same situations.

I finally got out out on my own and got a tan in at the salon that ripped me off last year for a two year pass that just plain disappeared on their system in less than a year. But they have my particulars and the rest of the intake details and that makes it easier. And they didn't ask about selling me for a pass again to remind me, but instead offered the drop-in rate. It was my old neighborhood when I lived here until the end of 2011, and I also got shopping done for my daughter's Christmas presents. That is because she was away over Christmas in this ever changing musical chairs game when some folks just need to leave town when I arrive. Not just my daughter, but my brother split for Thailand on Christmas day, and won't be back before I am gone.

I put in 16' of house wire to get a light fixture an in unlit corner of the crawlspace. I have some 200 hours of house wiring experience (and a prior evening course) from past houses I owned as there was always an upgrade or a renovation going on. That was until 2000 or so, and then I was renting after that, and then the assholes came down on me in 04-2002. And so this would be the first time I have fixed any house wiring since, but one would think I had no experience as I felt like a total retard who had not done it before. Knowledge is supposed to be cumulative, but not in TI World. And of course I did not have my tools here, having flown in, and so what a finger fumble shit show it was to put one connection box, two connections and one light fixture in. And of course the perps cranked up the extra-conventional fuckery, especially in dealing with the wood chips from drilling the joists; they defied two vacuum cleaners, and when finally cleaned up with the broom, why, more wood chips showed up afterwards. I got them cleaned into the dust pan and left it alone for a minute, and lo, more wood chips "showed up" once my back was turned. My perp abetting mother was doing her best to help the perp cause by pounding the floor above in the living room, when she wasn't thumping and banging on things in the adjacent bathroom downstairs. She just had to clean up the garbage can it seemed, aka, gangstalking the victim in the First Feral Family house.

Though in hindsight, on the day, the perps might have been extra excited/active as I got screwed into missing my normal morning routine of having a shower, shaving etc., only dental hygiene was allowed. All due to my mother's early (for her, 0930h) doctor appointment. It just seems the perps go extra nuts when such exceptions are arranged.

Extra action with Farmworker Friend who arrived a week early to remove vegetation I had dug up in the First Feral Family backyard. I told her to come about Jan. 15 or so when all the digging was done, but no, she suddenly "forgot" and came today. And in keeping with the showering and shaving obstruction, my perp-abetting mother occupied the one bathroom with the shower just as I finished breakfast, artfully (IMHO) blocking it until I was diverted to another activity which ended up being a half hour delay. Once  unclothed and about to have a shower, why, Farmworker Friend arrives 40 minutes late, and so she attended to much of the garden waste hauling while I was engaged in the bathroom. Finally, I got to help her out for an hour, taking the landscape debris to the municipal compost site, but it always seems that shaving and showering disruption is such a big deal for the Psychopathic Confederacy.

Along the street route they had dug up part of the road, and had the laborer standing in the trench doing digging, a common repose for gangstalking road digs. On the way back, why, they were digging on the other side of the road, the same crew, again forcing us into one lane as before. (A four lane major thoroughfare, McKenzie Ave. for locals).  This was the second successive day they had dug up the road in about the same location, at a major bend (direction change, note, a common perp nutzo location).

Again on McKenzie Ave, this time my second trip after dropping off my mother at the old folks home to visit the First Feral Father, the gutless and feckless wretch that surely cast me into this insane hell. Said FFF Father is totally addled with dementia and barely makes it out of sleeping mode during daylight hours.

On the way home the perps arranged one of their faux vehicle accidents/events, again traversing McKenzie Ave. Two police cars, one on the curb, both with red and blue lights flashing and no other vehicles nearby, and nothing smashed up, and no road debris. One yellow-jacketed Police Criminal was speaking with a brown hatted woman, a seeming pedestrian, and then she just plain wandered off, crossing at the crosswalk. This was a traffic controlled intersection and the event disrupted me from making my usual L turn there, from the L turn lane. The perps are that nuts to obstruct me at a frequently used intersection, especially with the flashing red and blue police criminal light show they so often arrange for me.

They pulled this same road works stunt last week on Royal Oak Ave; dug up and one lane alternating E bound when outbound, and 20 minutes later inbound heading W, why they were on the other side of the road by then and alternating traffic flow to the opposite side. That takes coordination IMHO.

No rest for the TI; a visit to LV Tools, long one of my favorite stores, and the perps know it. Ergo, extra heavy gangstalking and bizareness. Today, the male shorts show was on, coursing in and out of my peripheral vision, the shorts-in-winter thing/look has suddenly erupted here in the Gangstalking Capital of Canada. Plus the excess of male staff members for whatever reason. Add on the discontinued item stunt, all to substitute a less useful model, this for my mother's need (caveat there) over a can opener. I "happened" to purchase one from LV Tools about two years ago, and it is a good one. Hence, the perps need to then pump up the yapping and planting the notion as to how good it is and then today, dash the deal as my mother wanted to get one just like it. But no, a stupid design is the current selling model and it needs two hands to operate. If in doubt, screw it up. And no less, I must open less than 2 cans a year as I rarely buy canned food. But as food packaging of all kinds needs to be tested on this victim, down the energetic qualities of the metal and the plastic lining they now put in cans, the victim "needs", (per perp non-consensual human experimentation and abuse objectives) to be tested for this too. Go fuck yourselves, I don't want canned food.

And a two male gangstalk guard to cover me before and after going to the washroom at LV tools plus a third (woman though) on aisle block duty 8' away,. for both entering and exiting. This after totally screwing me that  the washroom was at the other side of the building when I knew exactly where it was from several past visits. Believe me, I don't forget where washrooms are these days, as I never know when the assholes are going to spring a piss attack.

Others gangstalk detritus was adding fat stalkers, then the babe in the big shiny down quilt car coat didn't miss my attention. Then they added a middle aged and larger woman, not quite the babe, in an identical jacket later, same color too.

Prior victim-prep was to have me shave my legs this morning, allowing me to get up earlier than the usual 0900h for once here at the First Feral Family house. I don't know what the perp's preoccupation is over shaving, and shaving in more places now than I ever did in recent years (since about 2010 or so), but it is all part of their umwelt/harassment-sphere. Something about that teflon rub strip it would seem, though they do go nuts over cut hairs, and too, plucked hairs now.

Stopped in at the ex-s' daughter's business, per suggestion of the ex when she visited before Christmas. That morphed into a visit in the evening when she and her husband came around as I put one of my coffee tables on offer. (I am clearing out the crawlspace of my stuff as I don't expect my perp abetting mother to be keeping the FFF house for more than a year, but I have been wrong on that one before). So I gave them the coffee table I made in 1988, and kept the one I finished in 2002, post perps invasion. Same broad leaf maple wood interestingly, though from different trees, - both sources of lumber were cut by me from my chain saw milling days.

I then gave them my fishing rods, save one. I made them all from blanks and assembled the cork, guides, etc. My perp-abetting mother had to be there all the time I was speaking with them,- part of "giving away" neural energetics readings the perps seem to need to stalk me over among other things.

Back from a two day trip to Vancouver to visit my daughter, as she "happened" not to be here over Christmas in Palm Springs. I haven't visited there for at least three decades, and as she lives in the same Kitsalano neighborhood that I did when I attended UBC, why, I suppose it was a big deal for the perps. Not that I recognized it much as there has been so much residential building infill, and the number of tall buildings has probably trebled in the downtown area, including the West End. A drive around Stanley Park, then dinner near Kitsalano Beach overlooking English Bay, and then back to the motel with the First Feral mother. The perps fucked my head as to getting back and sent me over the wrong bridge. That begat a 20 minute drive around Richmond to find my way back, my perp -abetting mother putting on the ditz again, e.g. "lets stop at a gas station and ask", and like dipshit games just like the ex did. I know my way around Vancouver, and some of Richmond, so how would I fuck it up? Besides, I successfully navigated to a PC business in Richmond 5 years ago, with no extra driving around, so how is it that I got so screwed up?

And too, the perps like ferry rides, and it is a 1.8 hour trip to cross from Vancouver Island to Vancouver and adjacent municipalities. And too, my perp-abetting mother gets to put on the ditz all the more.

A winsome young blonde woman sat opposite for the N bound trip, and another woman sat opposite two seats away, though she came and went. The latter woman even got coffee, placed it on the seat beside me and then wrapped her coat around it, and then departed for 20 minutes for crissakes. She then came back, picked it up, sat in the seat opposite and drank it. She kept her head down most of the time she was in the seat for whatever reason.

No such luck with adjacent seat mates on the way back; after the seat set in front was warmed up by two women and a man, a couple arrives and he sits immediately in front of me. And lo, he was a skinhead, and kept his unsightly pate 2' in front of me for most of the trip. I read the newspaper and kept his visgage obstructed as much as I could. For once, my mother didn't try to disrupt me to force more inadvertent viewings.

Anyhow, time to get this one posted for the week as this PC will be down for a few days here at the First Feral Family house as no one thought to bother to get XP upgraded for crissakes.

Saturday, January 02, 2016

Tan Blocking

Perp abetting mother putting on the ditz again,... doddering slow act, always getting slower should I slow to match her dawdling pace out in public, aka, the gangstalk-sphere.

While at the supermarket she threw two brown colored boxes of kleenex in the shopping basket I was holding, adroitly timed after I was observing two seeming separate brown wearing dudes doing the usual malingering shopping act (bend over style), aka gangstalking. Good timing that, as one box defied normal gravity and slid along my hand while holding the basket handle. And to boot, it was fucking rude-assed (IMHO) on her part as I didn't see it coming and she didn't say anything in advance. And why is it that I am cursed with these rude assed ditzes and culls, aka the First Feral Family and the rest of the shit that somehow has lost "excuse me" in public? Another three weeks to go before I hole up in my place in Penticton.

Earlier I dropped her off at the bank and she somehow took 20 minutes to pay two bills when it wasn't that busy, and other customers, aka gangstalker ones, were in and out of there in less than half the time. All to have me sit there in the vehicle in the parking lot while this ambulatory freakshow paraded by, nothing to do with any of them going to the bank. Add in the odd duck who just stands outside the bank and is somehow dumbstruck about going the extra 10' to his vehicle and without the usual prop/act of needing to look at their cell phone.

And what is it about orange colors these days? My perp-abetting mother offered me an orange blanket when I first came, and I tossed it in the closet as I didn't need it anyhow as I was using the same blankets I always use while here. And orange is a decidedly Unfavored color, probably second after brown.

And too, the red dressed Fuckwits, though I suppose Christmastime is the excuse

And a total jerkaround in getting up late, then doing shuttle duty to take my mother to the old folks home to visit the demented First Feral Father, now nearly doubled over in his wheelchair and mostly sleep-prone. Then I got screwed at the (different) bank as the line up was long and the information desk was absent of anyone who could of helped me. (I wanted to find out my charge card bill amount as it "happens" my online password didn't work and I didn't bring the list for that particular card. And which maybe caused that my mother's PC has and out-of-date OS with attendant security risks.)  The gangstalk take-away was the blonde staff woman flicking her lovely blonde hair from behind the window glass of her office. Hard not to notice that sudden eruption.

I wanted to go downtown tomorrow and sort out the charge card amount and then get a tan, the first in two weeks, now off my once/week winter schedule. But no, my perp-abetting mother "needs" to go too for some perverse reason, so it is not going to happen. Before Christmas it was the same deal. I wanted to go to a local tanning salon that was in the phone book, and online, and lo, if they weren't there anymore as a wholly different business was at that same location. All this bullshit over the perps insane need to regulate how much sunlight I get, from what source and it spectral qualities. Surely there are enough people tanning of all skin colors with all kinds of products and light sources including at the beaches all over the world that they don't need to hassle me over this. But they do. (And for the record, they now allow be to be flu and cold free as long as I get adequate amounts of tanning, 1x/week over winter, and about one real tan session/week outside in the summer.)

All this fits in with obstructing my intention, a common perp theme. And my perp abetting mother keeps up the act of stepping in my way, having the unerring knack of doing this with her back turned to me and being so deaf, much more than last year.

Many more planted ideations today over helping a certain TI on the other side of the continent. While I have sincere empathy for any and all TI's who are acting on their own and in duress, I don't really spend my "free" time thinking about their plight in general, let alone thinking about offering refuge. And I am not meaning to be callous, as I am usually hassled about extra-conventional adversity and threats all the time, and spend my "free" time thinking about this facet of the abuse-stream. My mind share, (not that I have a say in this) is pre-occupied with dealing with the imposed extra-conventional hassles, gangstalks, and all other adversities, especially when away from my residence and at the First Feral Family house as there is so much more of this to deal with.

For the record, if one wants to leave a message on the Comment section and requests that I don't publish it, I will happily respect their wishes. ESL and I communicated for a time in this mode until she dropped off the blogging map. Too bad, as she was a rare TI with a sense of humor. As one can surmise, I am not allowed such mind freedom, though I do appreciate intelligent humor when it comes my way. In fact, any kind of intelligent discourse is not allowed by my keepers; invariably the other party just "drops out", by not replying or otherwise responding. Or in verbal interaction, I often get blown off, that is, what I say is totally ignored even if direct and relevant. Prison Planet indeed, though it makes me wonder how controlled the rest of the world is, and am I at the supreme leading edge of the hidden research agenda on us Earthlings?

I was digging over the flower bed in the backyard of the First Feral Family backyard this morning. The obligatory aerial coverage started up in five minutes, that being a single or twin engine small aircraft buzzing around. I got at least a hour of this aircraft buzzing overhead, though not my usual helicopter coverage. A high elevation jet also added its noise into the overhead noise-scape. Not only do the perps have me covered with terrestrial noises from further away, but it would seem they need a vertical range of noise as well, hence the differing aircraft and their respective elevations. And I also suspect they need distant dependent coverage of petroleum products being combusted; gasoline and diesel in vehicles, and varying aircraft engine types and fuels too. Call it the distance-dependent petroleum products combustion-scape for a mouthful, or simply, the combustion-scape.

While outside in the backyard, no neighbor noise for some strange reason as I nearly always get someone breaking out the circular saw, running a grinder or some such. No lawn cutting either today, though it did erupt last week before Christmas.

The perps pulled a minor earthquake last evening. It was not enough to have my perp abetting mother pounding up the stairs as she has done for the last two weeks while here, while I am below in the bathroom attending to this "habit" of facial hair plucking I have been stiffed with for the past four years. So... that is exactly when they put on the earthquake; I was below grade and the floor was shaking just as I was... pulling facial hairs out with the tweezers.

(Though, this is because of a gradual increase over the past four years of facial hair on my cheeks, and not the normal beard hair, that has come on. Said hairs come to the surface and then stop growing, accompanied by some blackhead material to make them look like extra fat hairs, and can be teased out to then be pulled. I have no idea what this particular skin condition is, and have it on my chest and legs too).

And mentioned in many past blogs, I was there in Seattle for the Nisqually quake, 13 stories up, and "happened" to be on the phone to my dentist in Everett when the building swayed, desks moved and the light fixtures came down. And do the perps ever love having electromagnetic devices at one's head, the most prominent gangstalking prop.

There was a tremor in Penticton earlier this year, though I wasn't doing anything too stalk-worthy at the time (that I was aware of) as I was preparing dinner the. In 2012 there was also a tremor just as I was getting into bed after studying for my first exam in viticulture. In fact, that would of been the case for all 20 something students in the class wherever we lived in the Penticton area. And the perps have a strong information epistemology focus to their agenda too; where information comes from, from whom, where and in what circumstances. So yes, they can "pull earthquakes" anytime they want IMHO.

Another gotcha, this time with the orange color games. I received an online order today for a raincoat that actually covers me to under my ass, and thereby defeats the perps games of having my jacket lift up and expose my back, especially while working outside in the vineyard. And a fine jacket it is, replete with a snow skirt to block further wind egress, and even has a lining inside. Mostly a black and a reflective silver colored lining, but lo, if they didn't add in a whole lot of orange panels as well. Then of course they had me "forget" that light colored clothing gets terribly messed up in doing manual labor work, so I really should not of ordered it and instead of got a similar quality black rain jacket. And the reason for this whole deal is that the perps are removing the goretex lining from my present black raincoat, one of those deterioration "happenings".

Back on the dopamine thing again; I read that dopamine is involved in "gating" the accumulation of knowledge in the basal ganglia. (The brain region where working memory is link1, link2.....warning; dense scientific reads- abstract is sufficient). Fascinating, and just to think, the entire human physiology, or more like, neuro-physiology, must be under study by the perps, down to the molecular level (or even smaller) including all those autonomic processes that occur that create learning, often while asleep. No wonder they like to gangstalk me with retards, autistics and the like. Not to mention the odd brainy person arriving in my school class from another school for a year and then going back to their private school once the year was over.

Another supermarket gangstalking swarm show with my perp abetting mother putting on the power-ditz act and now adding in extra wobbling and erratic walking. And as part of this faux-show she walked along the supermarket freezer cases with her arm extended so to sweep her hand along the case glass, door by door, as if to steady herself. Talk about amping up the act, as I have seen the Fuckwits doing these very same things; walking along the vegetables with an extended hand for no reason, holding onto telephone posts at the crosswalk, leaning on the outside of the aircraft body when embarking etc. The unsteady walking Fuckwit act then uses this as the excuse to add more energy interaction. And for some reason it annoys me all the more as I don't seem to have any patience with this faux-cripple act.

And why is it I get stiffed with these fucking culls? The wobbling walking act, the checkout obstruction games,... above mentioned pawing and clawing things while walking past them, the checkout disruption fuckery (asking for things that I told her were not there, and the staff confirmed it), and on and on. The checkout holding-up woman ahead of us requested that I lift her shopping bag into her cart no less. And in total defiance of every perp aversion I have, I complied. One big disruption fuck here at the First Feral Family land.

Even a blatant "brown stalker" at the grocery store; a big brown down quilted coat and curly haired woman  (two Unfavoreds), buzzing around me and my perp-abetting mother who was driving me to distraction with her hard of hearing, doddering and ditzing act. Said brown stalker was making out she was looking for something specific and we were in the way, and a few minutes later I look outside and there is this same brown stalker who didn't purchase a thing. And it should be noted that gangstalkers who buzz me heavily in supermarkets, say 3+ encounters in the store, just about always "show up" (often strangely delayed when they should of been long gone), outside again when I exit, needing to be seen in a different lighting condition. Ditto for another gangstalker in this same store, the white haired man in the white pants (three Unfavoreds- the latter feature especially Unfavored) just had to have one last gangstalking pass in the daylight lit passage way near the exit.

Add in screaming children in the supermarket parking lot... always a noise that travels up my spine for some reason. Though the perps injected a very specific telepathic rationale today for the first time; during the three "lost years" they wiped my recall, aged 2 to 5, I was there (they tell me) when child abuse atrocities were perpetrated as documented in Brice Taylor's "Thanks for the Memories". One can be sure that the unfortunate children were screaming plenty when subjected to these utterly despicable acts. (Buy the book if you want an astounding look into the depths of human depravity, and how organized it is and its broad scope (military, government, business, show business) and how high up it is (US presidents, UK royal family, Canadian prime ministers etc.).

Another day, and another calendar year of this fucking abuse-athon. There are no "happy" or "merry" moments in this tyrannical mind invasion/nonconsensual human experimentation imperative. Any more discussion on this topic and someone will serve as the rationale for the LEO's and Whitecoats to descend on me. Besides, the perps like to suck me down in January and February, even if I keep up the tanning.

The perps have been making me extra grumpy of late, and love to have me rant when all alone here at the First Feral Family house while my mother is out visiting my father at the old folks home. But as recently mentioned, this visit has served to get my off my supplementation consistency and taking mucuna pruriens in place of L-phenylalanine and L-tyrosine might be the putative "reason". And of course, there are the extra conventional fuckery provocations; food flicking, drop-hopping, pulling items from my grasp, and forced "forgets" where they  screw me out recalling something I needed to attend to two seconds ago. The idiotic driving of others gets my attention (likely the reason for it), like not stopping at the stop sign, pulling in front of me while taking their time instead of waiting at the stop sign before they cross in front of me, etc. And any excuse to drive on the wrong side of the road oncoming, say, to get around a parked vehicle when there was plenty of room to pass without crossing the center line.

And another round of screwing me out of getting gardening things done. By the time I drop my perp-abetting mother at the old folks home, have lunch and clean up some of the kitchen mess there is about a half hour. This time the yellow coated backyard neighbor "happened" to call out to me and I spoke with her for 20 minutes. She of the white straight hair with red and green over-layered swatches (or accents or whatever they call it in the hair styling biz). Of course it doesn't help that the perps have me sleep in to 0900h and not get ready to do things until 1030h, post breakfast, post shower, shave and dental hygiene. By then my mother is pouring out the coffee as part of "coffee time" and of course I somehow lose my motivation to get things done. It seems to be the pattern here so far, going by the last two weeks of my stay, and another 18 days to go. Chalk it up to the perps need to sandbag my productivity at every turn.

And my postponed trip to downtown for next week got messed with. In all her doddering worst, my perp-abetting mother somehow recalled that she wanted to come with me next week. So it will have to be another shit show of gangstalking mayhem again, and I will therefore need to truncate my trip and then somehow sneak out another day for a tan.

All this TV I get to watch now at the FFF house, every night. And what is with the TV signal? Selective smearing of the image like someone put a light coating of grease on the camera lens. Then its gone in the next scene, and then comes back again, getting moved around the frame. Usually the "smear" is applied to someone's form, or sometimes their face. Then the usual fuckery with the remote control; it works mostly but has a number of glitch moments. Then in concert with that, the perps put on a smear on my eyeglasses, usually the left lens.

I was led to "believe" (per planted notion) that the eyeglass smears were to "tone down" the image of the darling pixie babe instructor at yoga, one who I found attractive, even if she tried to hide her figure with wearing loose clothing (per perp direction IMHO). Though, since Sept. when they put on the Big Girl yoga instructor, tall as I am but of decent proportions though not slim, they still mess my eyeglasses lenses at yoga. Go figure.

More backyard digging and weed removal. This time the local noise-scape featured the basketball bouncing noise, presumably from a real source, this being the second day in succession. Missing was the aircraft, the kiddie noise and power tool activity for some reason.

I can never figure out why I get 30 to 50 views of my blog each day, when the views on the individual postings are less than half that. As usual, I suspect the perps are spoofing the numbers, though nothing new there. The strangest exception of recent months is the Car Crash of the Fat People posting (118 views), and who knows what kind of blog post trolling went on there, or was it an extra spoof job. And considering that I got four comments for all of 2015 it is not like I am generating anything too exciting here. Just relating the facts as they come down on me with relentless and unconventional abusiveness.

Anyhow, another week is nearly done and I will get this posted early for once.