Sunday, August 20, 2017

Planting Vines

Two days of planting vines with a small crew; four others for the most part. Which the perps seem to have exploited to make me feel rather wrung out from this, even though I have done this very task many times in the past five years since this viticulture gig came upon me. My knees are sore even if I had knee pads on, and my thighs are sore too. I don't think it was yoga last night unless I am getting taken down on that account too. And nap attacks each evening when I get back. Brutal ones, even if an hour, it takes another half hour to extricate myself from the bed.

No planting tomorrow for some reason, a common perp timing where they like to interrupt something that is going well and/or is on the cusp of completion. Or, they do arrange a reason oftentimes, whereby something goes wrong or else the weather intervenes.

The respective owners are building houses at the two vineyards I work at, and the perps just love the noise of construction, the wood cutting, and presumably there is a host of other energetic qualities and changes they like to monitor as the house is constructed. Plus, having redimix concrete trucks traverse the vineyard is just the bee's knees for the perps, given their insane predisposition to place this material into the gangstalking scene. (Given the ubiquity of concrete, from floors, walls, ceilings to paths and roads, I get it).

And today, the house construction crew at the vineyard were working on some trenches using a mini-excavator, and one of them had his (presumed) wife in the hole doing some manual digging. Talk about a fish out of water; obviously overweight and in tights, I don't think I have seen such an incongruous sight on a construction site. Whether this was related to the fact that we, the planting crew, were digging holes all day long to place the vine stock into was some kind of parallel soil digging emulation games, I don't know.

The summertime yoga teacher is quite a treat to see, after weeks of wearing flowing and/or draping clothing she is now in full tights. Black ones last week, fugly dark brown ones this week, perhaps in keeping with some brown skinned yogis in class.

Tending to fruit thinning in the vineyard today, and the first day in 4 weeks of full sunlight, sans smokey skies. Ergo, I got some tanning in while working, and then departed an hour early to make my appointment for IV vitamin  C. I felt trashed all day today, seemingly stiff from vine planting over the prior two days. The boss man got some kind of muscle injury as well, and the young woman also got carpal tunnel problems, though she has had this in the past.

As it "happens", she does house cleaning jobs, and this year cleaned the two houses of my former employer of the past two years. We exchanged some stories yesterday, and I learned some interesting gossip, not to be related here. Today she was on her house cleaning job, perhaps for the last time as she is going away on holiday for two weeks and then onto school for a construction management course. No more vineyard work for her due to carpal tunnel problems.

I still felt trashed after work and during my IV vitamin C infusion, and needed yet another post treatment (or post work) power nap of an hour and a half. These after work power naps are becoming a "habit", though surely governed by the Psychopathic Controllers who seem to be getting leverage from me in a sleep state during daytime. (Or at night, as my dreams have become more vivid and odd). After having dinner it seems that I have recovered some, but still too unmotivated to set off and get my favorite food, chocolate.

I felt better today undertaking the dusty and exhausting work of planting vines all day in the sun. The smokey skies crept in during the afternoon, though it still had to be 30C. That, still didn't prevent two one hour quasi-naps after work, once immediately after stuffing my face, and then again after doing dishes and before heading out to SOF supermarket. Which is the the ideal timing (post nap, or near nap) to put on the gangstalkers, even at 2000h, as they seem to be out in significant numbers when there. The gut-strut, the aisle blockers, main aisle no less, doing their protracted pondering act, the god-awful plaid shorted males, and a few other freaks. And in keeping with the ongoing game of stalking my ass after finishing up a the self-checkout, four criss-crossing Fuckwits were on me for the very occasion of covering me as I was about to depart with my groceries. Recall last week's E Indian troupe in file entering the store through the self-checkout, an exit for crissakes, just as I finished up and was ready to depart.

After two weeks of waiting for the replacement cord for my HIFI Man headphones, it arrived. And lo, if the R side driver doesn't work. I don't think my analysis was incorrect, but just another headphone hassle on top of another one. How fitting; they decided to prevent me from listening to this set for three weeks, and now have sabotaged them again, without so much as any response in the R side, which was not the case when I engaged with the customer service rep to get the things RMA'ed. This insane sabotage of audio gear never fucking ends, and especially so for headphones. This goes back 40 years, when my very first pair, a Koss model, just fell apart slowly. The current pair of Grados, now 20 years old, have been back to the repair depot 4x in the last 15 years, as well as being sabotaged at least once before. (Once before was in 2002, the high harassment days, when the steel posts that attach to the driver just rotated on their own (they are fixed into the plastic gimbel bracket), and of course the drivers just dropped off the post.) I have even flung headphone pairs out as I was so pissed with the ongoing and senseless sabotage of them.

[Second time headphone evaluation; the HIFi Man headphones are now working in both channels. I though I would leave my exasperation rant as written, per above].

And to prevent the new footwear problems, I wore my safety toed boots today, and lo, I note that the heels are separating from them. I haven't worn these boots more than 10x, and they keep falling apart almost the same day. The new footwear problems are my regular hiking boots, now in use for 5 years, and why, they now pinch my toes. Either my feet are getting bigger, or my boots are shrinking. Don't laugh; I had a pair of custom boots that somehow "grew" two sizes larger with no apparent stretch; all components, sole and uppers, just all expanded together without any apparent expansion differential between them. Well done assholes.

Though this time it seems they are growing my feet as my runners are also now tight in the toes. No doubt a total footwear upgrade is in order, all in keeping with the perps senseless sabotage over footwear.

Post-Charlottestown analysis; I'm totally with Trump on this one, and good on him he isn't bending over for the liberal-azzi. Things got ugly there for sure, but this alt-left, or liberal-azzi notion of deemed press cover privilege and earnest righteousness needs to be put in its place. Same for those shameless (though less strident) versions here in Canada.

Vine planting was finished in 3 hours this morning, and then onto bunch thinning the adjacent mature vines. Nice that the owners gave us a bottle of wine each after planting completion. On-off hot weather today, seeming in keeping with tan containment. And on-off hot (off due to clouds) because it wasn't smokey today.

In the morning I met two former coworkers, both female babes, as the farmer's market. A brief chat on our employer news while amidst the throng, the one where so many people know to step in my way while I am approaching noiselessly from behind. At the regular market stall I go to, the regular young woman was back to her usual cursory; last time she was decidedly friendly.

Saturday, and a day off, save the small vineyard owner wanted me for more de-leafing. So off to work on my day off to scrape some more cash for the ongoing expenses that keep coming. I stopped in at the winery from last year, and picked up a wine that was nearly sold out. And meeting up with one of the above mentioned babes again. I must say, I like a perky personality. And the harvest babe from last year was there too, strapping, blonde and gorgeous.

Not trashed tonight for some reason; the fatigue stretch seems to be abating.

Sunday, and another work day on de-leafing. I cannot get over these arranged heavy duty trucks on a Sunday. Before I got to the end of the street at 1000h, one boom truck was parked on the street, and then a redimix truck just around the corner. It is hard enough to get these guys out on a Saturday, let alone Sunday. And this is the Okanagan where the folks take their recreation seriously.

Anyhow, enough to get this launched for another week of the enslavement chronicles.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Ripping the Sky

A double event after vineyard work; first the dentist for cleaning for an hour and then dental X-rays, and then an inspection by the dentist. And lo, in the whack-a-mole fuckery that has become my dental care, another tooth is abscessing. One was bothering me for the past month in the run up to the dental appointment (in typical perp  timing over the past 15 years). I thought it was the very expensive crown installed in 02-2017, but no, it is an older root canal, two teeth away. Because it is an old root canal with a crown on it, I must go to the specialist, which means double the expense, like an estimated $1200. Thanks a lot assholes.

The fall expenditures they so like to nail me with are starting early. The dental appointment ran late, and then with a 20 minute home stop for food, a near-impromptu gig with Ben Waters, as he was circulating in Canada, between gigs, and the local impresario (nice guy, friendly and treats me normal) set him up here in Penticton. Ben Waters put on a great show, 3 hours less break time, with his 16 y.o. son on excellent saxophone (good on keyboard too), and an strong local drummer and bass player.

But was was with the couple in front of me who really put on a perverse show. I could see fine from the corner of the room, but they decided to act weird, even if they were 50+ y.o. It wasn't enough that they had seats to my R, but then had to stand up, move to my L and stand (both of them), then occasionally dance to some of the rock and roll numbers. Then the classic "split couple" gangstalk stunt, where one of them was on each side and I viewed the stage between them. Then they swapped places for their viewscape limiting sentry duty, and even swapped seats. And then to finish their performance, they left at the end of the show, but before the encore, which lasted 30 minutes. And lo, who, steps in front of me when I was about to exit, why, it is this same gangstalk couple who should of been long gone.  It is me who has ADD, and I know restlessness better than most. I haven't seen such obvious performance stalking stupidity for a long time, largely because I avoid open seating situations as this kind of ridiculous shit breaks out every time.

Just what is it that the perps need in order to block my view of things? From concerts, to viewing out windows on the bus, or setting up view obstructions like large vehicles on the roads, the perps' need to obstruct what I see is insane as it is relentless. (They will even obstruct me viewing myself in the mirror by floating in some mucus on my eye ball). If nothing else demonstrates they know what I can see in real time, it is this absurd game of visual field obstruction they constantly manage down to the microsecond.

So apart from the animated couple gangstalking stunt detailed above, on further analysis, it would seem the perps wanted me out and about after dental cleaning work with X-rays at a concert with 170 other attendees, with minimal intervening residence dwell time (20 minutes to eat) before I was out again until 2200h. Presumably I had some kind of different energies about me they wanted to capitalize on. (Not to mention prior extensive touching by the dental personnel). Then I had to get up earlier as I had to start work at 0600h, so to burn the candle at both ends.

Another smokey vineyard laboring day, and then off to an appointment for my IV vitamin C treatment, my pre-radiotherapy plan before I get it for prostate cancer in early October. And for "accompaniment" one patient managed to have blood dripped on her arm, and another was in a wheelchair (much Unfavored). As "usual", a heavy vehicular gangstalking show to accompany me from Okanagan Falls to Pentiction, post treatment.

Onto the title of this post; an aerial display to start off Peach Fest tonight in this Okanagan town, in what ought to be hot weather, but is merely warm due to the smokey conditions. We had the Snowbirds doing aerial displays, and then a CF-18 fighter jet ramped up the noise by flying lower and faster for 30 minutes. All while I was outside picking out the grass darts from my socks from vineyard work. The perps love a good sky ripping noise, and all the better that it can be delivered at lower altitudes than normal.

The smoke continues to sit in the valley, reducing the sun to a orange-red orb, even at noon. More local dimming it would seem, all to thwart full out hot temperatures. And no tanning can be had with the reduced light intensity either.

Vineyard work, still with smokey skies. Not even close to tanning light levels still, now two weeks straight of this "weather system", four weeks in all. As I see it, it is more local dimming experiments by the perps, but who knows how all this feeds into their huge nonconsensual human experimentation agenda, which IMHO, includes the entire Earth and its bio-sphere.

What was with the rude-assed troupe of E. Indians (from India) parading in at the self checkout at SOF tonight? Presumably a family, but walking in single file at 8' apart, and just after I finished paying for my groceries, in keeping with the absolutely relentless and senseless gangstalking whenever I make a financial transaction. What was so rude-assed about these five Fuckwits was that they entered the store and then proceeded to walk through where customers exit. All they had to do was go to the R and bypass the whole self checkout section. But no, this grim E. Indian woman leads the pack in her flowing robes (sari?) with the characteristic perp-managed "look-away" countenance, and the rest of them follow, suitably spaced apart to hold me up for longer at the self-check out. Talk about fucking rude, delivered by one of the brown people minorities that need a lesson in civil conduct, assuming they weren't set up for this performance. Maybe they were there for "brown calibration", as I had chocolate in my purchases.

Similarly, it was last week at SOF when at a regular checkout as I was about to pay, they slid by an E. Indian male in a turban and his pyjama-like robe outfit, which caught my eye. (And likely raised my abreaction response). I loathe the sight of turbans (all head wear in fact), and also dislike the draped robes/sari garment look, both much Unfavored. In other words, also at a financial transaction event, they put on the E. Indian gangstalker. Per above, they added four more tonight, to make five of them to parade past at this long-stalked perp Fuckover moment. Normally the E. Indians don't go to SOF, as they seem to like a competitor across the street where they shop in droves. (My crippled local fickle friend took me to this supermarket competitor three months ago when I was helping him out doing his shopping while he was on crutches). Very curious, this file of E. Indian gangstalkers "happening" to arrive at financial transaction moments in a store they rarely frequent.

Continuing smokey skies while doing vineyard work. Another cancellation of the planting I was to be doing; the boss man had arranged two of us to be planting vines all day today, but the water system wasn't working right. Which is what happened yesterday, but today I was informed this morning. Not a huge deal; I worked on the adjacent vineyard doing bunch thinning. And perfect perp arranging; I got caught without my headphones and player as I thought I was to be planting, and usually have someone around. In such circumstances I don't wear headphones when working with someone nearby. Deliberately tuning out in a cooperative environment is the height of rudeness IMHO. Not that it bothers the perps any of course. Rudeness of others is just another entre to pissing the TI victim off.

Saturday, and a day off, even if there will be a pressing need to tend to the fruit thinning and the de-leafing, just as 2 acres of planting stock need to be planted.

And an obvious gangstalking at the whole foods place today; one of the cashiers was doing shopping for herself and hounding my ass, as in gangstalking. Then, not too surprisingly, she shows up ahead of me at the line at the checkout. And what does she do when she is done with the cashier, why, she swaps out with the cashier and then becomes my cashier! All this for the last 30 minutes of store opening time. Talk about an extra obvious financial transaction stalking.

Some pointless fuckery today, traveling 30 min. to the organic farm to get 4 lb of basil, all to find out that they hadn't picked it. I will have to phone ahead next time, something I wanted to do today, but the mindfuck games were on and I felt compelled to drive there just to find out all was for naught. Thanks assholes.

Then to the Ford dealership to get the Escape's oil changed, and the timing belt inspected as I have no records of it, the papers supplied by my perp-abetting mother. But as the vehicle had been faithfully maintained at a Ford dealership in Victoria, the service representative offered to phone the dealership instead. (Timing belt replacement interval is 100,000 km, and the vehicle has 113,000km). So... as it turns out he got blown off and not helped over the phone, and didn't inspect it either, so I still don't know. Thanks a lot assholes, a classic perp stunt; be all over an issue and then get doubly thwarted (seemingly) by the minions who earn their living by doing this kind of work but somehow don't deliver. Excuses, but no determination. The perps just love this kind of FUD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt); escalated by lost paper work (potentially), prior ineptitude (potentially), have the TI victim get all over the issue and take the vehicle to someone who is to make a positive determination and lo, nothing happens. All to escalate the FUD, and also to vex the victim all the more over the potential consequences (a broken timing belt means a broken engine- been there, had it done to me). And lo, the quote on a timing belt replacement is $750, where the prior Toyota Camry was $200, as I had it done. Well done Ford.

A sudden weather change when I was about to walk back to the Ford dealership, a 10 minute walk. After four weeks of stable sunny weather, much attenuated by smokey skies, why, the wind picks up and clouds roll in, and effectively re-creates the attenuated sunny conditions, just with a different muting agent, clouds instead of smoke. Go figure.

I got out hiking today, and even an hour of tanning, though not skyclad. The hiking gangstalking was relatively light, not hordes up on McIntyre Bluff today. I got my 4 lb of basil finally, and when home, got hit with a restless phase, and after reading a book for 30 min., I got hit with a 1 hour nap attack. I don't know what it is about reading, but the perps have been hitting me with nap attacks afterward, sometimes 2 hours when there is no sleep deficit.

Anyhow, time to launch this for the week and ponder what next the perps will dream up. As of this posting, 1800 published posting in total dealing with this in situ invasive atrocity.

Monday, August 07, 2017

Bigger Smoke

Very smokey from forest fires today; apparently from Montana and BC this time. Which of course dropped the sunlight levels, and temperatures. It was to be 32C today, but I doubt it wasn't more than 28C. And of course, diminished light levels, something the perps just love to do.

And what is with Youtube, or at least, I think it is them? The incomparable Eva Cassidy, singing Nightbird, one of six songs of hers when she and her band went live at Blues Alley. The video image, never great, just got degraded into fuzzy pixellations. Did someone want to screw me around as they know I like to watch this so much? [Later, I see the pixellations have been removed].

Plenty of smoke in the air again; all in keeping with having full sun but attenuated light penetration. Plus the early morning reddish-orange-ish glow gets on my nerves for some reason. Decades ago, the then-wife purchased some 5 year warranty incandescent light bulbs which had an orange-pink glow. I couldn't stand them, and she seemed pissed that I replaced them with a white color temperature bulb in a week or so. I am sure that wasn't a coincidence. If I like white light, that is, high color temperature bulbs, then why is it a long running hassle to get and keep them?

My second IV vitamin C infusion today. Now at 50g, which is in the oxidative range apparently, which belies its usual status as an antioxidant. All too complicated for me, just get me ready for the upcoming irradiation treatment for the prostate cancer I got stiffed with.

In the vineyard, three co-workers today; one new young woman who didn't want to say hello, the older French guy who speaks very little English, and the young single mom whom I met yesterday. And she is pretty, and nice to look at too. I get plenty of leg views as the foliage on the trellis wires blocks everything else. No real engaging conversation with anyone, save the boss man when he is around.

But again, same with the last vineyard, why do the co-workers place their packs and coats in my row, and then go work on another? Is this some kind of victim homage or something? Even more strange is that they place their belongings in my row before I get there and start the row for crissakes. Even I don't know which row I am going to go into next until I get there. The French guy was a case in point; he always puts his lunch bucket in his row and proceeds to work the same row, now a week's worth of observed habit. But today, he places his lunch bucket in my row, before I got there from the opposite end, and then moves over one row to start leaf plucking there.

Similarly for the young woman I met yesterday; I am 60' into the row, having started it with no one in it, I look up, and I see she has started my row from the top for 20'. I look up to see what the deal is, and then she heads to another row. And no, I wasn't wearing camo, and it was a 100' or so. Like WTF; even the sane ones at the last gig were pulling this stunt on the odd occasion, and the less predictable ones were doing this way too often to be a coincidence. Call it cross-employer coordinated co-worker fuck-up collusion or something like that. I never saw any of this "accidently-on-purpose" bullshit at the larger crew job I did for the past two years on my weekends.

I got to work on my own today, only the French guy was there, and in another part of the vineyard. Almost on my own; a boom truck arrived with three day-glo linesmen and proceeded to work on the pole some 40' away. I have long remarked on the proliferation of boom trucks on the gangstalking show, and here they were, doing some legit looking work next to my vineyard activities. Then in the afternoon, they continued to the next pole and replaced it with a metal one and transferred all the connections and hardware to the new pole. Anyhow, they ran the boom truck engine long enough that I didn't bother listening to music through my headphones all day.

Another day of smokey skies; continuing the local dimming project it would seem, when it would of been scorching hot (35C), but was moderately hot (30C).

The vineyard owners dog was tethered near where I worked, which became a PIA, though it wasn't out of character from what I learned from the owner.

What was the deal last night over leg cramps? I go to bed earlier at 2030h, and then the assholes pummel me with leg cramps for the next three hours, keeping me awake all the time of course.
Saturday, and a day off for a three day weekend. It is called BC Day here, and a month ahead of Labor Day. All kinds of local activities are on, though I usually avoid them, crowd clusterfucks being the norm. The boss man didn't seem to want me to work this weekend, even if the single mom will be working the Monday. Just one of those things it seems, where the schedule is planned ahead, and I submit.

Laundry day, and seeming motorcycle day too. Two of them parked on the street, and another two mobile before I got to the end of the street I live on. Then one more all for a 5 minute trip to the laundromat. I got to dry my laundry outside today, something the perps have assiduously avoided for most of the year, no matter the weather.

And what was it that the perps needed to stalk my ass today when out on laundromat trips? Huge vehicular trains for all roads, at the laundromat, at my parked vehicle there, and on my ass at the LD store. Was it my usual Saturday arms and front torso shave, no supplement intake, or my rare combination of shorts and underwear? Who knows why the perps go berserk, on top of one of their favorite stalking/harassment events, doing laundry. And it didn't go unnoticed that the pair of usual washing machines was disrupted; one of them is out of order. And the alternative washing machines of the same make were also tied up. So I used a dissimilar washing machine under the dryer (plus the regular washing machine).

Continuing smokey skies, a seeming need to limit the light levels but keeping the heat up. Though mostly, I spent my time indoors. I really don't know how much of a tan I am going to get from the deal. I checked LD for bronzing agents, that is, improving the results of an outside tan, but to no avail.

Sunday, and a hike to McIntyre bluff, and still smokey skies. Some four parties coming down while I was uphill bound, all seeming to have at least one member with a red T-shirt. Curiously, no one coming my way when downhill bound. I see the adjacent farm's 12" water mainline was dug up while traversing the vineyard, some 4' down. The perps have a never ending need for me to witness, touch, repair or otherwise become involved in water supply or irrigation issues, (or the water supply I drink from), so this wasn't anything new. And thanks to the smokey skies, no tanning happened.

I bought some 35lb of tomatoes at the associated farm at the trailhead farm store, plus some other groceries. This evening, I converted the tomatoes to pulp, after parboiling them, a 3.5 hour job. The perps like this activity of food preservation, as this is the third successive year of

Monday, the holiday day here in BC. Continuing smokey skies, again, getting the heat without the light, the ongoing experiment in "local dimming". Perhaps to map to global dimming in some respects.

My fickle friend, he of injured status, still recovering from his split knee cap injury came over. He brought the munchies, (red colored tortilla chips) and I provided the wine, this at 1500h in the afternoon. Two bottles of wine later he needed a nap, and so I let him nap on the floor with blanket. Sleep he did for an hour while I was in the bedroom reading a book, and he got up with a cough and once up, it was apparent that he barfed his guts up on the carpet without having sufficient warning, a pink color it was. Anyhow, I helped clean it all up and all was good. And I drove him home.

Straight out of the perp play book; no warning of bodily emissions, and lo, a major mess to clean up. And do the perps ever love a mess.

And it is confirmed; the perps have hacked my one year old stereo amplifier and it only functions in the R channel, no matter the input source. Like WTF; why do they continue to sabotage the shit out of my stereo gear? Readers from last year may recall that a reliable amplifier (but older) got sabotaged and had to be sent to Chicago twice because the didn't fix it properly. That stunt prompted me to get a new amplifier that would be more maintainable, and lo, it too gets sabotaged. Now this amplifier has to be shipped to England for warranty repair, hoping they are more competent than last time. Thanks a lot assholes.

Anyhow, I am a day late on my weekly schedule, and time to get this posted.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Beautiful Inhale

"Beautiful inhale" is the term the new yoga instructor frequently uses for taking a deep breath. She is young and bubbly, always smiling, a bit like an effervescent hippy girl of long ago. I don't particularly take to those who are constantly smiling as I find this rapport at odds with my own persona. (Like, is she crazy?) I am beginning to warm up to her, and it helps that she is as lithesome as she is well proportioned. And blonde and young. Such is the male mind, totally distractable by the female form.

Though the perps do love to plant people who first seem objectionable in some aspect, and monitor me while I later re-evaluate my opinion of them.

Another day of tucking vines, and it seems I got a break productivity-wise, as the second varietal has a more vertical growing habit, and doesn't need the degree of effort to get them erect from flopping down.

Another skunk at the walk-in doctor's office, same as Saturday. The perps plugged it up enough that their "quota" of patients was exceeded by 1515h. In this realm of state managed medical care, they allow full reimbursement up to 80 (?) patients a day. After that, the state only reimburses the doctors by half that. Ergo, this clinic shuts down after the prescribed number of patients at full reimbursement. The perp assholes choked the place two days ago on Saturday morning, and so I thought I would take the risk and try today, Monday afternoon. In the past I did not have a problem at this time of day, but now I do. Thanks a bunch.

And predictably, the last pill of selegiline was this morning, so I will go at least a day without it. Which fits the pattern of perp fuckery; constantly messing with my supply of medicine or supplements so I end up skipping them when I had absolutely no intention to do so. No good habit goes unpunished (unsabotaged) or useful medication goes undisrupted.

And what was the deal last night, when the perps kept me up for at least three hours before they let me sleep? The usual tossing and turning, mostly the latter. And a new stunt; I was in a light sleep and the assholes portrayed an ant crawling around in my "vision", or more like visual cortex. I immediately jumped, as I have been inundated with ants for months now, and I nail every one. They even had ants crawling on this here LCD display a few months ago. And it seems a new hatch is out in the kitchen now.

I worked two vineyards today, about 3 km apart today, same employer. I suppose that isn't too different from last year when my employer had a vineyard 5 km away from their winery site vineyard where I reported most days.

Then I stopped work an hour early to go to the naturopath, and I am always a bit circumspect as she is so vague at times. My iron is low she says, and then doesn't have anything to offer as to how to fix it. Then, for the protocol she said she would develop for my upcoming radiotherapy for prostate cancer, all she showed me the page from a naturopathic oncology book for crissakes. Then I mention the methylation topic she introduced me to last visit, that went nowhere.

Eventually I had to promote the IV vitamin C therapy she offers, as part of preparing for radiotherapy. She wasn't adverse to doing it, but gosh, I expected her to be little more with it. I never did get a baseline plasma vitamin C level test from her last visit, so this whole deal doesn't have a quantifiable start or end state.

In the orchestrated juggling of clinical events, the above IV vitamin C "happened" during the two day span of not taking selegiline. No coincidence that considering the insane fuckery that goes on manipulating the "forgets" over taking supplements and planned "shortages".

I finally got into the walk-in doctor today, who wasn't too moved to offer an alternative, as the selegiline is giving me tingling toes. This guy seemed a little more professional than the last time, as I mentioned that a dopamine shortage is manifested in a number of ways, and listed some, and he just stared at me. This time, on account of the tingling toes, more blood tests. Anyhow, he did say the shrink I am to see in September is "on top of it", and also offered that he is "thorough". So maybe, a real doctor that knows something about dopamine is in the offing, though I am not going to hold my breath, as I consider them to be constrained by the perps, and by way of past experience, have written them off as the Liar's Club.

Post IV vitamin C today, and I feel better. It was 34C today, and I felt fine. Though the perps did add some adverse fuckery games while tucking vines; scrambling me as to what wire (# 2 or 3) I am working on, as we are putting both up, after dropping each. Another trick they like to do is to cross them up, to create more angst and confusion as to which wire is what. And too, this adversity "blows up" near row ends, their favorite place to add more adversity, outside noise, and of course, the gangstalking co-workers who "happen" to be there. Have I beaten on the theme enough, that the perps are obsessed over any direction changes I make, seeming to fit with changes of energetic anisotropy they so like to remotely monitor. Even the crew boss' dog is in on it.

At the Rx counter at the LD store, a wacko stalker comes up behind me and says "nice legs", presumably in reference to my own tanned and waxed legs. I look at him like he was nuts, and just when I am about to enter my PIN number, he flicks his arm out and crouches low for some mysterious reason. I look at him again, like he is really nuts.

As it "happened", the pharmacy tech at the counter thought the "nice legs" remark was directed at her, even if her legs were hidden by the counter, and responded in kind. If I couldn't see her legs how could the Fuckwit behind me do so? Anyhow, I finish my transaction on the debit card machine and wander off. In a few minutes, while at the second cashier at LD, I get a call on my phone, but of course I wasn't allowed to answer it as the ringing stopped as soon at I touched it. (Usual phone answering sabotage). Later I review the message at home and it was the pharmacy tech, explaining at length as to how embarrassed she was at responding to the "nice legs" comment from the Fuckwit wacko (my term), who she thought was with me for some perverse reason. I phoned back and got another pharmacy tech, and conveyed my observation that there was no need for embarrassment etc. All too strange, and of course timed for that very moment of intense perp fuckery, making a financial transaction.

More boring vine tucking in the heat; "only" 32C today. Plenty more mind fuck games over the tucking; e.g. what trellis wire belongs where, and finding out if they are crossed, laterally, or vertically. One row had me infuriated for at least 30 min. Then it was lunch time, and lo, some 30 minutes after lunch, they started that shit up again.

Another blood test today, the second in a week. Obviously the IV vitamin C, and restarting selegiline after two days off is a big deal. Though, I have a sense the perps can withdraw blood from me by teleportation means anytime they want. As to why they have me go through the conventional method is unclear to me. Perhaps they need more mortals to come in contact with my blood, say, handling the test tubes. The usual gut strut stalkers in there;

A day off, Saturday, and one that became food acquisition oriented. The farmer's market, a major gangstalk scene as it is such a clusterfuck, though less so when I go early. I had a male bun-head with a major tattoo attack down his arms hounding my ass. The regular stand I go to was staffed with the regular woman, who for the first time in two years, put on a very friendly persona today. She has always been a bit cautious, if not furtive, but not unfriendly. But this time she put on a big smile for crissakes. Funny how I get these personality transformations all the time, which I did before all this shit rained down on me in 04-2002.

Then to the new-old specialty grocer, now changed hands, as it was a Penticton landmark for over 40 years. And lo, with the new points system they now have, the cashier addressed me by my first name. Under the old ownership, this never happened, even with their own points system. Since the cashier worked under the old ownership, this was (to me) quite the transformation.

Then onto hiking, and my tanning plans came to little, even after packing the 2kg portable cot in my pack. There were bear sightings posted and I didn't feel like going to the more remote area by myself. Just maybe the perp's planted this anxious notion, something they are long practiced at. Then after the 2 hour hiike, onto the adjacent farm store where I picked up my pre-ordered 3lb of basil. The cashier was chatty and pleasant, another case of persona change going back some four years. It was last year she became friendly, which has continued. Again, these persona changes seem to be arranged over long periods, and for whatever reason, though under the rationale of habituation, they change.

And my evening plans to join my work-injured colleague came to naught; he claimed he wasn't feeling up to it in a text I received when I was halfway down the hill during my hike. Perhaps he got the word to beg off from the perps, who made some kind of determination after I spent my lunch in the sun. The assholes also had me "forget" to take a spoon or a fork, and with no substitutes, so I had to use my fingers. For someone who loathes a mess on my hands, the assholes got me big time.

This eating utensils fuckery has been going on for over two years now, and I am getting severely pissed about this. These "forgets" over bringing my titanium fork, spork or whatever have got way out of control. Sometimes as a result of a forced "forget" I have a knife, and scoop lunchtime food with the back edge of it. Then the fuckery advanced to the point that I had to borrow a fork from the winery at work, this year and last. So to prevent more inconvenience, I keep a spare utensil in my regular day pack and vehicle glove box. Today, the assholes had me take my large back for the portable cot, which turned out to be a ruse (per above), which does not have any spare utensil set in it. So I was caught out, and had no knife either. So what in the fuck is it that is so important to the perps over what eating (or food preparation) utensils I use? And this insane bullshit for over 15 years as part of their targeted relentless abuse and harassment program all because they don't have the gumption to show their face and declare their intentions. I just don't understand how such a large and pervasive organized with unlimited funds could be so fundamentally rigid over keeping me, and other TI's, as kept human lab rats over this principle of non-declaration. Like who are they fooling?

Sunday, but a working day at a part time vineyard, doing S side de-leafing. The perps had me "forget" to bring my water bottle today, so I had to settle for cup fulls from the outside hos bib. The "cup" being my lunch container, usually for pecans which I had to eat first. Another forced "forget" was the selegiline medication, not taking it with my breakfast, my usual routine. Another forced "forget" was my current habit of preparing my vehicle for a hot day while parked; I always open the windows a crack and put up the reflective wind shield on the inside. I have been doing this every hot day for months, and I "happen" to forget? At lunch time I made the trip to the vehicle to put all in order. But why?

Anyhow, the perps have ground me into a rage-fied state tonight after a day of working outside in the heat, scrambling my usual prudent food preparation habits. Enough of this pedantic trivia, and onto posting this for the week.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

New Job in Mid-Season

Another smokey hazy day, as there are so many forest fires here in BC. None locally, but the smoke does carry, and then sit in this Okanagan valley. Which also means it limits the amount of solar radiation. What would of been a hot day of say, 32C, is only some 28C. The perps love sunlight and heat games, and I suppose they are up to their usual tricks of "local dimming" again. Two years ago there was plenty of smoke haze in the valley, comparable to these past two weeks.

My third consecutive day at my new employer, mainly a vineyard operation, though I see they have a winery that is just completed. I am working on my own for the most part, though the boss lady does come by every so often. Goodness knows why the perps needed to cycle me from a 6 person crew situation of five months, to a work-alone situation for two remaining months of the vineyard season. But as they have had me in a near work-alone situation for the past five years, save last year with one co-worker, it is all the more curious as to why they had to revert to the former situation. But it seems they had this one planned, with Difficult Dick at the last employer rounding on me 4x to come across as a rude-assed deranger. The boss man there did not ask as to why I was leaving. Funny how that "happens".

A hot day in the vineyard, tucking shoots by hand. No reprieve (as in reduced solar intensity) from the smoke today, as it was relatively light. The assholes screwed with my vitamin intake again, this time "forgetting" me out of taking them at lunch, even if sitting in the bottom of my lunch bag and duly seen at the time. Within the hour I knew it, as the energy depletion fuckery came on, when I am just fine in the heat. And of course, more adversity comes on and the assholes make sure I get fucking pissed. (Or "pissed off" as we say in Canada).

Adding to the adversity, they fucked with my cable from the headphones to the player, so just when I had 285 songs queued from my very favorite singer, LR, why, there is intermittent channel drop-outs. Ergo, shut it down and go without any tunes while doing boring vineyard work for the rest of the day.

If that weren't enough, they added insult to injury, (a favorite perp timing), by trashing the zipper on the pouch that goes on my work belt, making my phone and DAP exposed, and of course (per perp adversity), ready to spill out. Ongoing relentless fuckery, one on top of the other, and timed coincidentally even if there are no contingencies

Continuing in this theme of stereo channel fuckery, my stereo at my residence has L channel drop outs, these being the new cables that replaced the ones that mysteriously developed a break in the solder joint.

A warm, but partially cloudy day in the vineyard; no smoke. Even a spatter of rain for 20 seconds after lunch, a favorite "gotcha" perp timing.  But that didn't stop the perps from arranging entertainment of a kind. Across the lake a fire broke out, and in time, that brought in the helicopter to dump water on it. All was duly timed for me to watch this at my 1000h break from my vehicle.

Another day of dull and boring tucking; the audio device fuckery was all about having me bring my home (usually) headphones into the vineyard, which are typically a PIA as the vertical earpiece posts hang up on the vine shoots. And then in the afternoon the DAP battery was depleted, so only a partial listening to LR.

This vineyard is closer to a busy road, so now the traffic noise has amped up; the usual parade of HD motorcycles, bad mufflers, hot rods, sirens etc. Even more noisy was first thing this morning, when three deer got in the vineyard and the owner chased them out in his ATV. Plus he made a few visits on his ATV to me to explain things. And then some mysterious low frequency noise, like a subwoofer aimed my way from 200m away for five minutes. All jolly good noise games while listening intently to LR, for whom the sun rises and sets.

The male co-owner came by at one point, and chatted briefly. It seems he wants me for next year's vineyard work. That is good to know I am wanted longer term. Presumably the radio-therapy cancer treatments planned this fall won't screw things up, nor any other introduced ailments, most of which seem to be focused around having a dopamine deficiency. I have beating on this problem for over 20 years, and with the exception of stimulant medication for 2.5 years, I have got absolutely no clinical traction. And for the record, the very effective (and no problem) stimulant medication was taken from me due to this insane incursion/invasion in my Seattle apartment in 04-2002 by what amounts to the Gestapo of the Fourth Reich. And they have gangstalked and harassed the literal shit out of me every since, and obstructed, if not directed, all my clinical care since. (And likely before too). So you think you live in a free country, the US or Canada? Not in my experience.

Saturday, and a day off. I attended to some domestic chores, replete with same color vehicle gangstalking. (What is it about taking glass to the recycle depot that so excites the perps to put on extra silly shit?)  I attempted a walk-in doctor clinic visit, but the assholes stacked it with at least 15 seeming patients lined up ahead of me. After a 5 minute wait that was going nowhere, I decided to bail on this ritual of getting swarmed at the door, and instead, purchase yet more chocolate at LD next door. Despite the new medication, me being there for a refill, it hasn't abated the chocolate habit. And I always know when my dopamine production is working as it should, as I don't crave chocolate. Its been rare these past 15 years of this senseless and relentless abuse and harassment. But the odd time, a combination of tyrosine and or phenylalanine will work. Then it dissipates in a few weeks.

Then off to a hike at McIntyre Bluff; no tanning today as it was cloudy, though warm and no threatening rain.

A straight day of vine tucking, the job becoming more adverse with each passing day. It seems the wires were raised, but no straightening or wire clipping was done, and the shoots could then fall down on each other. So, along comes me, and I get to straighten them up, and just two days ago they supplied the clips to pinch the wires together and keep them vertical.  I have been on this job for the past six days, and am at least three days from finishing this 4.5 acres.

And despite wearing short for the past four weeks, I see my leg tan has gone absolutely nowhere for the past two weeks. That is, it hasn't got any deeper, and my tan is stalled out at a mid-brown, and may have even diminished some. I just don't understand why the perps need to jack around with my level of skin brown-ess. But as they have been on a total brown color fixation since all this abuse began in 04-2002, why am I surprised? They seem to be holding my leg tan to a constant level. Or else they are jacking with my perception of color, something they have long been doing, as it seems from what I heard from an expert on the radio, everyone's perception of color is unique. Great; another reason to be experimented upon at substantial length, as if 47 prior years wasn't enough.

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Thursday, July 13, 2017

Meet the Oncologist

Actually, I met him before, but I had a whole lot of more questions to ask. He seems personable and reasonable, though I have come to distrust doctors significantly more since this insane abuse began. In fact, my vexations with doctors was already considerable after four in succession blew me off over not having ADD. I got a SPECT scan which said exactly as I told them; ADD-Inattentive subtype. Hard to believe that one could find such a serial and seamless array of ineptitude per random chance. (one was even a recommendation of an ADD group). And considering I wasn't well, it is even more of an outrage they fanned on any diagnosis. Then I am well for 2.5 years on stimulant medication (read, dopamine agonist). Then they arrange a barrage of insane proportions in my apartment (04-2002) to then herd me to hospital at gun point for no seeming reason. Then they take my medications away and feed me ones (doctor prescribed) that make me worse, (read dopamine antagonists). The minute I got out I dropped their medications and felt better right away. To repeat my oft asked question; what is it about my dopamine state that is so important to an insane nonconsensual human experimentation project such that they relentlessly abuse me for 15 years from the shadows?

Of course, no stimulant medications were allowed since then. And now, I have prostate cancer, and lo, if low dopamine isn't implicated based on my research. Thanks a bunch assholes. Then the fuckers block my recent attempts to get back on dopamine agonist medications. The referral "happened" to get lost by fax, and it took 3 months to get it resent. And maybe the referral doctor will turn out to be a big nothing and jerk my ass around. So... my aversion to doctors, and doubt of their clinical competence (or true intentions) is from experience. God knows what they did to me in the recall blanked years, aged 2 to 5.

Back to the oncologist; a one hour drive to Kelowna, and I had my landlord somehow end up driving in front of me for the first 3 km. I set off, stopped to fill the tank, in front of an extra array of backed up traffic, then set off and lo, he "happens" to end up in front of me with his red truck. Eventually he turns off, and lo, if the motorcycle escort crowd doesn't then materialize, and I get rotating motorcycle stalking for at least a quarter of the trip in both directions. And extra red colored vehicle stalking.

A cute receptionist at the cancer clinic left her post at the central desk to deliver me an Ipad to answer a visit questionnaire. Then another, shorter and more slight framed cutie (nurse) came to collect me and take me to the exam room to then ask me more questions. Her hair seemed to be a distraction, per mind fuck games. It was swept to the back of her head with a "spike" or "spray" of it projecting out high to one side. That relieved the visual severity of her hair being swept back only, usually in a bun. For some reason, the perps love to present various female hair style variations, and also have men's hair emulate them. I have no knowledge of why they do this, save their constant and abiding female-male comparison games they so like to play. And even configure the odd stalker who is momentarily mistaken for the wrong gender. Hilarious; and its only been 15 years of this stupid shit.

Last day at the vineyard with the Difficult Dick, he starting up his senseless back and forthing again today, being quiescent after his ridiculous stunt of last week. Onto my new vineyard employer next week, so to leave Difficult Dick behind, though I suspect he will surface somewhere, perhaps on his motorcycle that he told me about.

And there is a strong drift of having motorcycle stalking of late; HD's parked on the street in every direction now (five) for days, and escorts when in traffic. Before all this crap came down, I would never see motorcycles parked on the street in residential areas, as it would be bait for them to get stolen at some point. I am told that a certain motorcycle group owns an HD dealership, and if they aren't reviewing their sales records to find them, they deploy scouts to note where they are parked. All the normal precautions of motorcycle ownership seem to have gone out the window to serve the greater gangstalking need. I have yet to figure out why the perps do this, but they are very consistent once the weather gets better.

We moved to three different varieties of grape in the course of vineyard tucking today; such is always of interest to the perps, changing locations and varieties. Though for the last two years at my former employer, the varieties would change in the same row (no location change). And of course they would screw me around by having me not notice at first.

Changing voice in the same book has always been a fascination for the perps; co-authors writing different chapters as one example. Another is from the non-fiction work, My Secret Sister, about twin sisters who were separated at birth, one adopted out, the other staying with her birth mother. Each wrote different sections, with one of them being much abused by her step father, while her mother was of no assistance. And to complete the list, I just finished reading Gone Girl, a novel by Gillian Flynn, each chapter alternating in the voice of one of the two protagonists. And so what is it about books of multiple authors that the perps so like me read? Of course, the last mentioned book is the same author, but in different voices.

Halfway through July, and a day off to attend to errands. After last night's screw up of going to the part time vineyard and finding the owner did the rest of the work, why, another screw up today with another part time employer. (To be full time beginning tomorrow). She didn't tell me which vineyard, so I assumed it was the one I was working at for the past four weeks. Not as it turned out, so one hour later and multiple texts, it was the other one. More FUD-ery it would seem.

The driving was crazy in town today with arranged traffic trains of 20 or more; and with one oncoming dick running a late yellow, and me just about to make a left turn, why, some fucking idiot runs the just-red at speed and I just about clobbered him. I have never seen something so stupid, save the near head-on collision the assholes organized back in about 2013. (Another was a lane change into my lane by the Fuckwit beside me, another one of those "I don't know how there wasn't a collision" stunts in 2010 or so.) This was when I was transiting from the vineyard to the Ford dealership to get extra keys made up.

The assholes had me "forget" and had me lock my keys in my vehicle last night. Normally they would let me know right away so to stress me out for longer and while in the store. Thankfully my landlady was in, and retrieved the spare set in my place and brought them to me. And thankfully I had my phone with me.

Then two calls from the hair salon an hour before my appointment, one about a change of stylist, another for a person not at my phone number, looking for Tricia. And while getting my legs waxed, I get a call, then a message, from the salon, for Tricia (again), who didn't show for an appointment. I was looking at the very person who was making the call, as the curtain "happened" to be open. And then looking at my cell phone while getting waxed. Good trick that. Just more FUD games as I see it.

Sunday, and starting at a new vineyard full time after getting fed up at the last one with the Difficult Dick seeming to round on me for no particular reason. And a small pay raise into the deal. I suppose this was all part of the plan, having me work with a crew of six, and now down to one or perhaps three in total. Right now, I am working on my own.

Anyhow, I shall get this posted for the week.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Seven am Starts

Independence Day, not unlike the Canada of July 01. As mentioned in the last posting I don't see much room for independence, as would any other TI.

We began this week with a 0700h start time in the vineyard, to avoid the heat of the afternoon. It helped some; it was to be 32C today, but never felt warmer than 30C by the time work finished.

It seems we will be losing two of the vineyard crew by the end of the week; a long planned departure of the NZ woman, and another guy is going to work for Value Village. That would leave four, and we are well behind on this arduous manual tucking. (Tucking the vines between the top pair of wires in this case.) Many vineyards have a simple means of getting the wires out of the way and then bringing them up at the right time to tuck (or keep) the shoots in a vertical position. But pushing them in by hand is for the birds as far as I'm concerned. Once, at an established vineyard, our crew of 10 tucked 30 acres over the day. I doubt if the six of us tucked an acre by manual means. There has to be a better way.

There was a better way to tuck the vines; what we did before. If one drops the top wire to the ground (after pulling the tendrils off, no mean feat), then puts the wire back on the post, one can tuck 20' at once, no individual handling of shoots. Except that my tucking partner, the Difficult Dick, didn't want to cooperate and our efficiency was much reduced. Still better than manual tucking thankfully, but it could of been a whole lot better. I never did see the crew boss all day today, and I don't think the others did either. As usual, the Difficult Dick did his backing and forthing, fussing and obsessing about getting every shoot just right, which is absurd for a small crew for 22 acres. Anyhow, it got good and hot, 32C, in the afternoon, and I was doing fine.

Then in the evening I worked for two hours at a part time gig, same place as last night when doing hedging.

A birthday to remember; Difficult Dick didn't want to cooperate, even if he wanted to work "together", even if he plainly said that the trellis wire method was much more efficient yesterday. He wanted to hand tuck the whole thing. Fine, I said, I will work your side when I am done mine, which is what I did, doing 3/4 of all the row tucking. That, or something else pissed him off and he spoke to the boss man who then drove around and told me to "cooperate" with Difficult Dick. I said we were getting tucking done 30 minutes faster using the wire raising method, the one the vineyard was designed for. He said to "cooperate".

When working up the row, I asked Difficult Dick what he minded about my tucking, but he wouldn't say. Then I asked him what he told the boss man, and he said, "he wanted to know where you were and I told him". Right; the boss man drives around to give me explicit instruction all on his own. Difficult Dick then said I should work alone, and I said we should surely each work with someone else.

Later, the adjacent crew told me the conversation between Difficult Dick and the boss man went on for much longer. On the way back at lunch break, I mentioned this to him, and then he got very pissy, and fessed up that I "was rushing down the row". Not that I was, and there were many, many shoots to pull above the wire. It is just that wire tucking is a whole lot more efficient. Apparently the boss man spoke with him at lunch. And lo, when with my new crew mate for the afternoon, there is Difficult Dick in the next row doing the wire tucking method, the very thing that he complained about to the boss (about me). I had to laugh, and bite my lip, and refrain from asking if he was "rushing". Oh so tiresome, working with a Passive-Agressive liar, grump, sandbag, tattle-tail (who got it wrong) and generally uncommunicative asshole. Anyhow, I decided that I didn't want to tip toe around this landmine of a passive aggressive grump for the next two months, so I quietly began inquiries about working elsewhere.

The perps kept me up last night with five rounds of painful leg cramps jus to rub in the above hassle of the day.

Two part time jobs today; smokey all day; a way of reducing the sunlight exposure and keeping the heat up during the day time.

I "forgot" my vitamins the the morning of the weekend's second day, which forced me home, as I felt an energy suck-down.

Then I was pummeled with planted notions of winning the lottery, because "some one in BC won recently" was on the radio. I had bought a ticket a week ago, but no, I did not win, and all those fantasized plans came to a big nothing. Are they really going to let a victim of abuse and relentless harassment have some freedom by having some cash on hand? No way, but they kept inserting ML imagery to help me spend it, or otherwise control the circumstances. How about leaving me all alone?

Another day of tucking. What was to be 36C today of unrelenting sunshine turned out to be a good part cloudy, with a spot of rain, and some 30C. I stayed out of Difficult Dick's way, and he out of mine. All day I was kept in a mode of processing yesterday's bullshit, even though I had long consigned it to him being an obdurate asshole. The unanswered question remains, "what was that all about?" That was the fourth run-in with Difficult Dick, and that is on the basis of avoiding him since I began the gig in 02-2017, based on prior information from last year. In all likelihood, this whole tempest in a teapot was set up then.

Busy working three jobs of late, soon to be two. The part time weekend vineyard wants me full time so I can now leave the Difficult Dick behind. The boss man didn't seem too perturbed about a week's notice when he is already down two workers, both leaving for other jobs. Nor did my planted scheming to tell him about the cumulative travails of Difficult Dick arise. I kept it straight, cool and innocuous. And of course he didn't ask why I was leaving, an obvious omission of genuine interest.

Anyhow, I best post this before I get any further behind.

And I see "local dimming" has come on for the past three days. Hot weather, but limited sun because of the forest fire situation in these here parts, some 240 of them concurrently. Nothing too local, though an near-completed apartment complex burned down in Kelowna. A small fire there, and bigger fires elsewhere. The perps love a good fire, and the more the merrier. Two years ago they pulled this shit for a week or two in the summer.

Sunday, July 02, 2017

Power Failure

A power failure after putting all the soup ingredients together in a pot on the stove. Maybe the soup was on for a minute or two, but it was not mixed up yet, nor blended which is what I usually do to get a puree type of soup. Why the Psychopaths needed to pull a power failure at this juncture I don't know, but they do love to mess with me when mixing foods. So perhaps this was an extended "hold" before it all went in the blender and got truly mixed. But also, the perps have a bizarre need to name-drop "soup" all the time, so maybe this was more of their silly games over this particular subject.

For some 30 min. it all sat there while I read about extra-terrestrial contact between the US Navy and the Nordics, as well as the competing alliance between the Reptilians and the USAF, CIA etc. Apparently, the FBI also aligns with the Nordics. It is well documented in the book "The US Navy's Secret Space Program and Nordic Extraterrestrial Alliance" by Michael Salla. He of Exopolitics, who expect/hope that the US government will publicly declare the existence of these associations. Dream on; its been nothing but subterfuge and deceit for a very long time, so why would it change? Even President Trump is touted as a breaker of this log jam, though I doubt it very much. He looks so very Reptilian himself, even as keeper of the governmental gong show that is unfolding of late. Didn't someone tell him that the Russians are aligned with the Nordics?

Back to Dullsville; tucking in the vineyard today, and it was forecast to be a all-day sunny day, but lo, if a rain storm didn't come down the valley at about 1400h, and send us running from the bottom of the vineyard uphill, to our vehicles to close their windows. Then to don a rain coat as the rain kept up, and then it got cooler later in the afternoon. And run I couldn't; just no gas, so I suppose my ferritin is down again after it got boosted with an IV in 09-2016.

And I see that someone entered my place in my absence today, and moved the slider on the switch for the overhead lights that I installed in 01-2017. Or else there was some other peculiar and unconventional method they used. This follows from three days ago when someone entered my vehicle, searched through the glove box, door pockets and other stowage nooks, seemingly to be looking for something valuable. Almost unbelievably, they overlooked the ashtray-like stowage at the base of the center console and missed some $5 in coins I keep there. Are the perps really that obvious, or do they send in an utter bozo in their place? Don't know, don't care, just leave me and my vehicle the fuck alone.

Friday, and it was warm, about 30C in the vineyard. All day tucking shoots into the trellis wires. The arrangement was that I worked with the NZ woman for two hours, then the Difficult Dick, and then the NZ woman in the afternoon with the Difficult Dick hovering around in behind me. Why he didn't go to the other end of the row and work with his uncommunicative co-worker is beyond me. So yet again, this alternating arrangement for me to work with a woman, then a man, and then the same woman again. Haven't we done these same games at the checkout so many countless times? They are putting on more males at cashiers of late, a break in the long standing practice of female only.

One worker left for the long weekend yesterday, and another had to take the afternoon off to move his belongings. Just two pairs working the tucking today. But at least I had someone to talk to in the form of the NZ woman. The Difficult Dick can have his terse moods at times.

Canada is 150 years old today, though I don't feel like celebrating knowing that it is a police state in disguise given my experiences. All that started a little over 15 years ago, in Seattle USA, but the Canadians are also full measure in keeping up this relentless abuse and gangstalking. I was driven into hospital at gunpoint, force given drugs that depleted my dopamine and made me substantially worse, and kept there for 5 fucking months. Meanwhile, the operatives, in the guise of patients, were stalking my ass around every corner and especially at the elevator and at meal times. And if you think I had any direct part in it, think again, or else read my Essential Introductory Postings for a primer (one page version) on what it is like to be kept as a nonconsensual human experimentation victim. Yes, one's world turns upside down when doctors are criminals and the police violate the law on behalf of the Psychopathic Confederacy. Slowly one begins to see patterns and suspects that so very much more in the world seems orchestrated and arranged. Anyhow, it is all a bummer story, and I will leave it at that.

A work get-together in the evening at the vineyard, for tasting room staff to meet the vineyard staff, and the owners were there too. The owners are people of significant influence; they have had a premier and a prime minister come by. Two of the tasting room staff didn't introduce themselves so I have no idea what their names are, both young, female and cute coincidentally. Only three of us vineyard grunts showed up; two are coupled and SO's weren't invited and one is away for the long weekend. The crew boss man came for a while, as did the tractor driver. One by one these folks left the party, and I remained the only vineyard person with the tasting room staff and the owners. Then a SO woman came with horrendous tattoos on her L arm, and lo, if she didn't sit down at my table with her L arm facing me. We chatted for a while, and the owner came too and joined the conversation. All was well and amiable.

At one point in the party, the owner (male) made a 25 minute presentation on the history of property and his intentions as to what he is attempting to achieve in winemaking. All the while these blackish maser dots and patterns floated around his head or else dropped between me and him. It was getting very distracting, trying to look at him and these blackish dots and wispy filamentous trails were around him. No doubt everyone else saw them too, but didn't say anything of course. This guy is a serious high achiever and a very personable one, so why he became my "maser mate" I have no idea. I am attracted to high achievers and movers and shakers, but only ethical ones, and he has my utmost respect, if not admiration. Whether this fits some perp experimental progression, I have no idea. Interestingly, my employers of the last two years were also high achievers, also ethical ones, but were rather impersonable. Don't ask me how all this fits the perp plan, but it is interesting the perps love me to meet business owners, building landlords etc.

In all of the banter of the party, it was clear there were a few planned topics; cancer and prostate cancer (which I have, but wasn't revealed to anyone there so theoretically they don't know I have it), some friends who have died recently etc. The meal was pizza, and lo, if I didn't "forget" that I should not be eating cheese on my current medication, and lo, if I didn't "forget" that I avoid gluten based foods, i.e. the pizza crust. All went well and I did nothing to distinguish myself and was the perfect guest as far as I know.

And lo, if I didn't wake up clogged and fogged and very sinus congested. Only after a half hour of waking time was I allowed to associate my condition with last night's pizza dinner. I have the experience to figure this out right away, but all my normal faculties are so messed with that my new normal is plain abnormal.

I worked this Sunday at the weekend job site all by myself, as it is a post-Canada Day "recovery" day. It was hot out, and I am still tired this evening. I am still getting bombarded with notions of going to LL for proton beam therapy, despite the fact that I don't have anything like the needed funds, some $86k. Why I get stiffed with undoable notions for 10 months, all related to making such a trip and getting such treatment I have no idea, but pummeling me with planted thoughts is nothing new.

Anyhow, time to post this for the inter-web and call it a night.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Working With the Males

Everyone else late for work today, save the "Difficult Dick", the one who offered to throw me a pitchfork (for no reason), a few months back, plus two other like-minded stunts. Normally I avoid this person to work with, though there were prior friendly associations (lunchtime CD exchanges). So... as we are tucking the vines into the trellis wires, best done with in pairs, each person working a side, he was my obvious working partner. We started out for about 10 minutes, and all was OK, and chatted some along the way. Then the boss man came along and needed the "Difficult Dick" to do some perimeter spraying for weed control. The boss man substituted himself and became my tucking partner for most of the day. He of the constant shades (owing to sunlight sensitivity I have recently learned), and now sporting a warm toque on a hot day. All went OK.

At about 1430h the Difficult Dick came back, and was swapped in as my tucking partner for the remainder of the day. Again, no big deal. But what is it about swapping out personnel around me? Same as checkouts, which seems to feed the perps' need to gangstalk my ass with a new cashier just as it is my turn at the checkout.

Summer Solstice today, and a ridiculous amount of vehicular gangstalking this morning. Nothing too weird or strange the rest of the day; just "regular" amounts (8/day) of aircraft, including a gyrocopter this morning. Another male co-worker swap event, this time the Difficult Dick was swapped out for the boss man for two hours; swap time was more like 4.5 hours yesterday. The Difficult Dick stank of something smokey this morning, so I assume it was a starter spliff before work, as he parks nearby some 30 min. early and sits in his vehicle to "enjoy nature". Then he comes to work some 20 min. before anyone else and goes through his obscure parking routine, where he parks well away from everyone else. (So maybe he can have his post-lunch spliff, which I have witnessed).

After two weeks of spinning my tires, I was finally allowed to phone LL about proton beam therapy for possible prostate cancer treatment. Don't ask me why when I want to get onto something important like this I get sandbagged into doing nothing. It would be roughly $86k for an uninsured patient, and 9 weeks of treatment. Big money (4x annual salary in $CAD) for a vineyard worker, especially with the Canadian dollar exchange rate being 1.40 or so. And still the perps flooded me all afternoon (after the phone call) with notions that LL is going to be part of my "future", read, harassment script. Like WTF; I cannot afford it in the least, so what is the deal? And why not X-ray therapy an hour's drive away at no cost? The perps have been beating on this LL proton beam therapy since 08-2016 when I first read about it, making me almost obsessed over something I simply cannot afford. The whole scenario is absurd, as it is planned.

On the planning end they screwed me out of my dopamine agonist medication in 2002, which in hindsight IMHO, then caused the prostate cancer in 2016. Because, as I learned last year, dopamine also operates like a hormone in the "peripheral" systems, (non Central Nervous System), including mediating the immune system. While attributing causal might seem like a stretch, especially over a 14 year interval, I am going to stick with it, and assign this as yet another clinical assault. I was doing the right thing in 2002 and as I see it, this fucking harassment now seems to be leading to this present state of prostate cancer. Other supporting clinical games include a colonoscopy 2 years ago, bone scans, CT scans, all needed for patient evaluation for proton beam therapy intake. Funny how that "happens". Am I also scripted to win the lotto to string this whole escapade out for more drama, or is it yet another futility exercise taken to more heightened inanity? The perps always have a plan, if nothing else. We shall see.

Tonight they had me researching the driving route to said LL facility on Google maps. Talk about adding inanity to futility, I just don't get why I am being put through these unrealistic scenarios that are financially out of reach.

Another day of working in the vineyard, and perhaps for the second or third time this year, full-blown sunshine from beginning to end. These kinds of days should be a regularity from May onward, but haven't been. It wasn't too hot, 24C, so all was well weather wise. I got to work with the Difficult Dick again (ponytail and all), this time all day. He just had to change into a singlet top at morning break and show off his shoulder tattoo, to add to his Unfavored state for the day. He seemed amenable to conversing in the morning, and we even had some commonality over ADD symptomology, but he, in keeping with perp controlled conversation, seemed to not want to continue the dialog. Call it yet another case of conversational "drop outs", where the instignator suddenly ceases conversation for no seeming reason. This behavior of others began when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002.

In the afternoon he got ornery, so he was back to his usual grumpy self, having his post lunch time spliff no doubt. Even one of the other crew members upbraided him, kindly, about being negative. I had a good (quiet) laugh over that, staying out of the interaction. I still cannot comprehend how I get stiffed with such losers all the time. Call it the farm labor pool.

Today, in continuing the perps' planted notions, I still got nailed for planted LL proton treatment considerations, and they still pummel me with the notion it is part of my "future". That I am getting increasingly incensed over this blatant futility exercise might be why they backed off some.

I got nailed for a two hour nap attack when I got back from work today; as usual there was no sleep deficit to need this extra sleep, especially of that duration. 

I had "morning sickness" until 1100h, and at one point I thought I was going to lose my breakfast, as it got a little worse. So far, this morning time nausea has only "erupted" here at my residence on weekends; not a work, yet. I was also stiff in my hip joints and with a little back pain; so it would seem if all this is dopamine mediated, I could well do with a dopamine agonist in my regimen. Plus, I was in a grim mood all day, so it would seem all these symptoms are traveling together. I should bother the walk-in doctors for something, as it seems my wait list time for a shrink could be many months.

And why did I need to get pit-lamped by two red vehicles when I arrived at the SOF parking lot tonight? I get out of my vehicle, and they both arrive, two seconds apart, and park identically, driving through a stall to then face me as close as they can. One parking stall apart, and dissimilar red colored vehicles.

Then more pit-lamping (or "brighting") when I exited the mall (where SOF is); this Fuckwit in his oversized pickup truck was approaching, looking to drive over the crosswalk, axially, with me in his headlights. I walk wide to avoid what looks like to be a pending rundown, and then he pulls to my R, and then proceeds to back up, with his tailgate approaching me while walking through the handicapped parking. I couldn't get away from the fucker at a walking pace. Then he proceeds forward to stop in another handicapped parking stall for all of 30 seconds and then departs. All he had to logically do was make his turn onto the access route, avoiding the crosswalk rundown potentiality, instead of this absurd pedestrian (me) endangering fuckery all to show off his headlights, and then back up lights. I haven't seen anything so deliberately stupid for quite some time.

More gangstalker dip-shit driving games this morning at the intersection where I make a L turn.  Opposite me, this idiot makes a L turn from the through lane, crossing one vacant lane to make his turn. The perps just love these games; unexpected behaviors, the stupider the better.

An Elvis tribute contest in this town this weekend. I don't think I will make it, just like past years. I wonder what Elvis must think, perhaps in another physical place, per the film Bubba Hotep. (Not forgetting that science fiction films often portray real, but suppressed, events. Hence Twin Peaks, X-Files, and Star Trek).

I got to work with Difficult Dick all day today on tucking the vines in trellis wires. I have never met anyone who dithers and pisses around so much, all suited to dipping in and out of view, as well as backing and forthing. And who obsesses over so much in the vineyard, always finding an excuse to delay some more. I reckon I could of done 50% more work today if I had someone who was motivated about getting things done, rather than his obsessive routine. Even the slow pair were keeping pace with me and the Difficult Dick.

I got a referral to a medical specialist back in April, and was given the phone number to find out where I sit on the invariable wait list. Guess what, I am not on it, the referral never got to the specialist. Another managed fuck up to obstruct my medical care, as if I haven't had enough of these over the past 20 years, even before the assholes went berserk/overt in 04-2002. Prior to that was the all time jerkaround, four successive doctors blew me off about not having ADD. It was getting desperate, (or at least, the perps made sure of that), and when I got a SPECT scan it came back exactly as I told the doctors, ADD-Inattentive subtype. Fucking absurd, but that wasn't the end of it, as they took my stimulant (dopamine agonist) away in the outrageous stunt with paid-for doctors after 04-2002.

Forced back and forthing after the drop in doctor visit to get two Rx. He only gave me one, and when I went back to the doctor's office the receptionist said they were both on the same piece of paper. I said it wasn't and the pharmacist didn't say anything either. So I go back to the pharmacist and she gives me back the now stamped Rx and I take it back to the doctor's office and before I said anything, the (not too pleasant) receptionist gives me another Rx without so much as "sorry". So I take both back to the pharmacist to get them filled. Like WTF; what was that all about? The new Rx gets its own piece of paper and gets duly processed, and later retrieved with the pharmacy stamp on it and taken back to the doctor's office. Then a second Rx, a refill, gets taken back to the pharmacist's with the first one. Was it the stamped paper, or this back-and-forth paper shuffle the perps seem to like so much? Or was it about the strange dude pair who needed to stalk me into the parking lot and walk past my vehicle ahead of me?

Saturday, extra vineyard work; curiously, no helicopters at all today when 10-12 were "normal" last week. Maybe three fixed wing flyovers. Also curious, was that no one else was in the vineyard, not even the boss man came by.

And I see the FDA is hard a work crushing alternate cancer therapies; IV vitamin C is banned if this article is to believed. Maybe not in Canada, but I have my doubts that so-called Health Canada is anything more than a FDA subsidiary. (In the 1930's Royal Rife had an effective cure for cancer and worked this system in full support of conventional doctors. The FDA shut this advance down). Not only is IV C effective for cancer (or some cancers), it is effective for addressing drug addiction (read, acute dopamine deficiency). It just isn't enough that 650k go down every year with cancer in the US and Canada, (and 500k go to Mexico for alternate treatments), and now addiction problems need to be protracted and extended. I wonder if the FDA can be sued for cruel and unusual punishment?

Sunday, and another day in the part time vineyard. This time some other activity; a backhoe was run and the boss man came later in the day. And still the perps pummel me with all manner of notions of going to LL for a plainly unaffordable $86k proton beam prostate treatment.They haven't let up on this since I phoned LL (above). But in fact all of this has intensified since the call, and this has been on the "thought pummeling" script since 08-2016 when I first learned about it.

More excruciating leg muscle cramps last night; this was timed during a two hour restlessness where they had me "thinking" about a link in a posting at OG, where there are left wing (a misnomer IHMO, more like reverse racists) who have "white (Caucasian) exclusion days" at certain educational institutions. It was the first I heard of this latest public inanity/subversion, so the perps kept pummeling me with "thinking" about it while keeping me restless and awake in bed. And rotating me on my cot as part my attempts to get relief from this and to get to sleep. Then they pulled a major leg cramp and had me piss into the shower stall while keeping my leg flexed to avoid more cramp pains.

Tonight, just as I was to turn on this PC, why, a major leg cramp came on. All in keeping with their relentless fuckery over switching things on or off. I cannot count the number of times in a day when the screw me over turning light switches on or off or any like initiation of action.

Anyhow, enough for a week's posting and getting this done.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Kidney Pressure

My kidney pressure is building again... But as it turns out I was totally wrong on where my kidneys were. The doctor told me they were halfway up my back. Then she referenced my bone scan of 07-2016 and said that it was likely arthritis. Just what I need; another ailment to contend with.

I have been on an alien kick of late, reading "Alien Agenda" by Jim Marrs, after reading "The US Navy's Secret Space Program and Nordic Extraterrestrial Alliance" by Michael E. Salla. Both recommended.

Of interest and mentioned in "Alien Agenda", a foremost astrophysicist, though controversial in his day, Sir Fred Hoyle, said this at a 1971 news conference;
"human beings are simply pawns in a game of alien minds that control our every move. They are everywhere in the sky, on the sea, in the earth.... it is not an alien intelligence from another planet. It is actually from another universe which entered ours at the very beginning and has been controlling all that happened ever since".
Elsewhere, on the web, I get this similar quote from the same time. On May 10, 1971, the noted British Astrophysicist and Astronomer, Sir Fred Hoyle called a news conference and made the following, startling announcement:
“human beings are simply pawns in a great game, being played by alien minds, which control mankind’s every move… These alien minds come from another universe, one with five dimensions… These super-intelligent entities are so different from us that to apprehend them or to describe them in human terms, is impossible… They have been here for countless eons and they have probably controlled the evolution of Homo-sapiens. All of what man has built and become was accomplished because of the ‘tinkering’ of these intelligent forces.”
I don't believe that Sir Fred Hoyle divulged his sources, but the best that I can make out is that he evaluated the complexity of life and determined it could not of evolved from a primordial soup, even if charged with primitive DNA. As to how he concluded that we are all "alien pawns", and were are here as a result of "alien tinkering" I don't believe he explained it at the time, though perhaps obliquely in his many books. Interestingly, in addition to his scholarly articles, he wrote science fiction, which in my finding is a cover for the aliens to  reveal their activities; e.g. Star Trek, Twin Peaks, X Files. So the question remains; how did he know and from whom did he receive this information, and how did he validate it so that he was willing to risk public scorn? Normally such public pronouncements would beget the "crazy" label and professional banishment. Not he; his knighthood was awarded in 1972, though he may have been snubbed for a later Nobel Prize. The Wikipedia precis is here. Wikipedia in its ever stultifying defence of the status quo, mentions that Sir Fred Hoyle's belief in the abiotic origins of oil and rejection of the "big bang" theory are not supported by his professional colleagues. That is because Sir Fred was 40 years ahead of everyone else, and Wikipedia still hasn't caught up.

From Truth Control, something similar from “The Gods of Eden”, by William Bramley, Avon Books, 1989.
“Human beings appear to be a slave race languishing on an isolated planet in a small galaxy. As such, the human race was once a source of labor for an extraterrestrial civilization and still remains a possession today. To keep control over its possession and to maintain Earth as something of a prison, that other civilization has bred never-ending conflict between human beings, has promoted spiritual decay, and has erected on Earth conditions of unremitting physical hardship. This situation has existed for thousands of years and it continues today.”
Again, I find it interesting that the concept of "Prison Planet" has been floated by someone who claims to have done their research.

Onto the prosaic; forced spilling stunts, this time in the kitchen; I shook up the pomegranate juice over the sink with the lid on, and lo, the lid was askew, and the juice came out of the container and spilled in the sink when shaking it up. I was screaming enraged over this obvious jerkaround.

Then once I had cleaned up the mess  and poured 250ml of pomegranate juice in a glass, and then mixed in an supplement powder and stirred it up, the assholes yanked the glass from my hand, and dumped the glass and its contents into the sink. I was screaming rage-ified over that extra obvious stunt. More mess to clean up. And what was the purpose of that? To test pomegranate juice from the bottle into the sink, and another round from my glass, albeit with the supplement in it. The perps are fucking crazy about things going down the sink; even floating items are difficult to chase down the drain.

Yoga tonight, just three yogis for hot yoga on a hot day. I am definitely losing my mojo; it is not as much fun and am borderline dragging my ass. Well done perps; you take away my useful testosterone Rx in 2016 and going back 15 years, my dopamine. Both work together for motivation and better mood, and you assholes have taken both of them away after it took decades to get to the bottom of the problem. Four shrinks blew me off about not having ADD and when I got a SPECT scan, it came back as ADD, exactly as I called it. Needless to say, shrinks are the establishment of the Liars' Club in my opinion.

Vineyard shoot thinning all day today, the weather sunny, but around 24C, not too hot. A big aircraft day (20+), as in aerial stalking. On its second pass, the aerial fire fighting tanker must of been 200' over the vineyard, making its second turn of the day. Other fixed wing aircraft made multiple passes, one being a two engine propeller aircraft that also makes regular noise runs overhead at my residence. And plenty of helicopter variety today; EC 135, EC120, Bell 206, a larger Bell, and a few others. No gyrocopter though,- a once per three week event at best.

Another day of shoot thinning in the vineyard all day. A helicopter came to the pad for a wine tasting tour. We were about 100m away, far enough to avoid any sandstorm from the down wash of the rotors. It was the glossy black and blue Bell 206 (Jet Ranger) again, the same model of helicopter that I flew in for two months some decades ago on a summer forestry job. That model of helicopter is very popular in W North America for whatever reason, long before the AStar came along. I see the 206 is being replaced by a composite body model, the Bell 505X, just recently certified. After being around Bell 206 and 206L helicopters since 1971 in summer jobs (cargo loading, as a passenger), I don't expect them to go away anytime soon, as they are such a venerable flying machine. As to why the perps find helicopters such interesting aerial stalking vehicles I do not know. I noticed today they followed the 206 with a biz jet within a minute of its departure, heading the same direction. They like doing aerial "follow-ons", rotary wing, then fixed wing or vice versa.

A urologist's appointment at 0915h, so beforehand I got my driver's license renewed, a $75 hit, up $25 from last time. No wonder we have a minority government in BC now. I went to Starbucks to kill time before the appointment and lo, if the construction babe from the house building job next to my employer's vineyard didn't "happen" to be there. I didn't have time to say more than "hello" as her name got called for her order and I was heading out anyhow. She looks even better close up, and I did see her by "chance" a month ago when I was traversing between a grocery store and the auto repair shop. In both circumstances she was visible before I actually met her face to face. (Before meeting her today, he traversed past me at my table on her way to the washroom and back.) Another fine coincidence, two for two on "pre-meeting" face-to-face engagements.

The urologist visit was the expected futility over any dopaminergic treatment options; no peer reviewed literature he says. I am stuck in "anecdote land", the automatic disparaging term doctors give to patients that don't fit the predetermined profiles the research machine has supplied to the medical profession. How can one call it health care when the system is hidebound by precedent?

Saturday, and I worked at the alternate vineyard, same as last week. After I work tomorrow, that will be three weeks of non-stop work

Two Bell 206 helicopter visitations to a nearby winery, maybe 1km away at most, as I could hear the engine rpm variation as it shut down and started up later. On the second pass it was some 200' above terrain, nearly overhead.

Just finished "My Secret Sister", a gut-wrencher of a book (though with a happy ending) if one has experienced parental abuse. I have, but not to the level one co-author experienced. They were twins and separated at birth; one adopted out and the other kept in an abusive situation. And while the father could be intensively abusive, if not strange, the mother was rather unhelpful and unsupportive. The sister that was adopted out was in a very happy and supportive family. Both were raised as single children, no sisters or brothers. And the lies that were kept to support this ran through the family, and even to cousins who knew but didn't say anything.

Family lies; don't I know that one too. The First Feral Family knew I was a human nonconsensual experimentation subject and kept it secret for 47 years, and then knew 6 years beforehand that this intensified abuse was coming down in 04-2002.  (Abuse made known to me after 47 years of being set up and messed with covertly). I will never forgive the assholes for that, ever.

One chapter in the book "My Secret Sister" is titled, "Too Many Coincidences"; a common perp theme in this ongoing Fuckover at the hands of the Psychopathic Confederacy. Which made me wonder if the perps didn't orchestrate the separation of the sisters in the above story, put one through childhood hell (and then some), and the other had a relatively normal upbringing and went onto success as a professional golfer. Speculative to be sure, but it does all make we wonder, especially in keeping with the above quotes about humans being kept on this here planet. And too, how could the medical authorities of the day (about 1948-1950 in the UK) call a twin birth "normal" in the record and further note, "infant breastfeeding", "child adopted" in an ambiguous reference to each child from a twin birth? Reprehensible to say the least, and of course, feeding my ever increasing loathing of the medical profession (if that), and pondering if they too aren't in on this arranged Fuckover scene to some extent.

Vineyard work this Sunday, keeping going to pay the bills as it seems I just never have enough with manual laboring jobs. And then I get hit with expensive vehicle repairs, e.g. the power steering pump and the sensor switch of three weeks ago.

Just when I put on my headphones to listen to music while shoot thinning, why, the rain started up. Enough to send me back to put them away in the vehicle for the remainder of the day. Well done; more music listening sabotage.

Another Bell 206 helicopter visitation, this time a two tone brown one some 300' above terrain. Where do they dig these helicopter colors from; but given the attention they devote to vehicle colors around me, why would I be surprised?

And speaking of surprises, my daughter phoned on Father's Day, though her card didn't make it in time.

My efforts to combat prostate cancer  have taken a downturn. I haven't done squat in two weeks, since the test result. I wonder why?

Anyhow, enough news for the week to get this posted.