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.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Nap Attack Nixes Yoga

A nap attack came on at 1800h, and I knew I was screwed for attending yoga, and I was. I got hit for 1h10m, plus another 20m of awake time but without the energy needed to get up. As always, I did not need the sleep, and today's vineyard work, while sunny, was not that hot (24C). And the post nap attack state, like I was drugged almost, makes for something quite interesting for perps; after heading out to fill up and grocery shop, they just love to put on extra stalkers, noise and freaks.  Especially the latter, as the great bearded bum at the supermarket (after the nap), just had to put on four stalking passes, two of them utterly pointless. Then another similarly bearded freak in the parking lot when I got out.

Mondays are the worst; freaks, and now stereo sabotage again- L channel "failing" with new interconnects -just touch the RCA connector and I get sound again.

A blood draw today, another perp nutzo event where they pour on the extra harassment.

One thing going wrong after another tonight, plus plenty more plasma beams, masers beams and reflective light movement of no know source in my R peripheral vision. That is, things fall down, food flicks, spills etc.

I cooked a frozen whole fish tonight, the head off and gutted, but everything else there. maybe that's why the perps have gone nuts tonight. At least 12 screamings at the assholes tonight.

All my anti-cancer MMS supplement intake for the last four months came to naught; yesterday's Prostate Specific Antigen (PSA) test result is 8.23, (6.4 four months ago) where normal is below 4.5. This means I am fucked as there is no other way I know of to reduce the cancer except for the stupid conventional means. If I take the MMS at a higher level, (like I did for four weeks in 02-2017) that means I will need to take it (horrid shit) for four months to deal with the duration between tests. I took the MMS2 protocol for four weeks, and then backed it down by half for four weeks, and since then take a daily maintenance dose. Not good enough apparently. There is no way I know of to measure the PSA test, or something comparable, on my own to find out what is going on.

It could be that I did nail the prostate cancer for a time, but it came back under the maintenance dose. And of course my long standing and vociferous advocacy that low dopamine is the real problem has come to naught; none of the referrals have come through in three months. And, as mentioned many times before, dopamine mediates the immune system, the only real agent that will deal with cancer effectively IMHO. So this fucking cancer show is going on for its second year (06-07-2016 when they sprang it on me). Thanks a lot assholes. All the while they told me it was going to be a year only.

Or could it be that the perps have learned how to negate MMS1and MMS2 by remote means, and I was the biological test dummy? Could be, given the number of set ups and baitings that go on. Not to mention incursions into my recall that began in 2006-7.

At the health food store and a capsule gangstalk with a "staff" attended stocking/stalking cart 18" away. What a coincidence that the one thing I wanted, and there it was beside the stocking/stalking cart. Then a following Fuckwit stalker that needed to get through. Can we get any more obvious than this? The perps just love to hound me after I have selected an item, that is, made a decision.

Shoot thinning in the vineyard all day, but with high winds all day, making for excellent grass pollen distribution, enough to make me very congested and with sore eyes by day's end.

A helicopter landed at the pad near the tasting room. Usually they do a low circuit to signify their intentions, but not this time. It was landed before I was aware of it, as it came into the wind direction, some 200m away from where we were. It was the same helicopter as last time, a Bell 206 in glossy black and dark blue.

Saturday, and one spent working at a third vineyard, -shoot thinning is the big demand these days.

Yesterday, the same at the regular M-F vineyard. As becoming "usual", more deranged pointless row walking by some of the others. We finished one block, walk 30 seconds to the start of the next block, and this emotional-mute woman (mentioned last post), walks 120m to the top of the row and then works downhill. Everyone else started from where they were. In all my 8 years of enforced farm labor, I have never seen anything so peculiar as this. As usual, she doesn't explain anything.

Then at lunch, the same in reverse; she is at the top of her row (where her car is), and could of resumed from there, like normal. But no, she walks down the row to where I was. Bizarre.

Saw David Lindley at the local folk club in town last night; he put on a good show and is truly a master of stringed instruments, some five of them. Ironically, no mandolin, for which I know him for, e.g. backing Maria Mauldar. There were plenty of tattoos on show last night at the club; 4 of the 6 waitress staff were inked. My waitress was tattoo-ed on her chest, something she had to show me given her top had plenty of chest exposure. The worst of it was that she was so disdainful and pained in her comportment, except when it came time to leave and she smiled no less. She seemed to be Spanish looking, a light brown skin, and I have met a few of those in my long ago travels. And not even a "sorry" from her for banging into my shoulder at least 2x on the night. And such a large ass for such a young thing. Though another untattoo-ed slim waitress made plenty of pass-bys, often leading or following the large assed one. Some kind of comparative study I suppose. If I don't like large butts or other examples of obesity, I don't see why it has to be a 15 year long nonconsensual human experiment to determine why. I just don't, so give it a rest assholes.

My table at the club was in an very exposed location, projecting into the narrow aisle and next to the sound guy. I loathe these particular tables, and the regular MC made sure I got my favorite table, but as he is ill with a neurodegenerative disease, I don't expect to see him any more. My table location also afforded plenty of "stray" light flashes from the street, as well as from the cashier table. The perps just love to flash light from behind me that catches my glasses and reflects into my eyes.

Back to obesity stalkers; I was leaving the vineyard in my vehicle, and the owner was at the corner of one block and had a visitor with him, possibly a viticulturalist, and this man had a sprawling disgusting gut hanging out from his front as he faced me. And he didn't bother to get off the road so I had to make a wide turn around him. Just another gut strut.

Then tonight, another male with a sprawling gut, waddling too (worse), walking along and around the corner, as I also made the corner in my vehicle on my last laundry trip. So what is it about these disgusting obesers that need to be placed on corners of roads, so I corner around them? In the least, it is another example of Unfavoreds making corners, adding to the anisotropic properties of etheric energy interactions (with me). That is, have someone disgusting looking be evident in two cardinal directions.

A full day at the third employer vineyard, thinning shoots. Not too remarkable, save three helicopters coming along, all the same kind. I haven't seen anything like this since 2012 when two black EC 135's came along in formation over the vineyard. This time it was three, though not in a military formation (wing), and they were further away so I could not get a read on their color or type.

And what is with the UK general election? Two terrorist events during the election and not a one of the party leaders makes it an election issue. Are we governed by wuss-power no matter the party? How about, say, 22 dead at the Manchester concert recently, = 22 less mosques in the UK (and no new ones) and 2200 deportees on their way out. I just don't understand how the UK has turned into being a colossal wimp-fest over this issue. In 2014 there were 168 laser attacks on landing aircraft at Heathrow for crissakes. At the link, a pilot's eyes were damaged by a laser attack while landing an aircraft. And just who in the fuck might be doing this with such concerted effort? The same ingrates enjoying a free ride in their adopted country, who don't want the fuss and bother of arranging another means to do the same. I'm with Trump on this issue, but I have my doubts about his governing capability in total.

Anyhow, time to post this for the week, and call this one done.

Sunday, June 04, 2017

Brown Skin Matching

Yoga yesterday, only five yogis for hot yoga at the end of a hot sunny day. The instructor was well browned from recent outdoor tanning, and I was moderately tanned by comparison. So... for more browning around, a long running perp need, they put in a brown Filipino woman between us. No males this time for whatever reason, but their experimentation games go in themes; dudes for weeks, and now presumably, browning around.

After yoga the perps wiped me for a nap attack at 2030h, and by the time I awakened it was 2230h, so it was only a matter of closing the blinds and turning the lights out to then get back into bed. Of course they wouldn't let me get to sleep right away, and played their fantasical mind fuck games.

They came up with a new fantasy variation a few days ago, and two nights ago (Sunday), after going to bed, they played this in mind for at least 3 hours. I had plenty of reason to get to sleep; an earlier hike, tanning outside and it just been a very hot day. But no, someone needed to keep me awake for three hours playing stupid mind fuck fantasy games.

A high overcast day today, but the same 30C temperature as the last week of sunny weather. Even if wearing shorts, I didn't get any tanned, so I suppose the tanning off-on nonsense is going to continue all summer. My landlady returned from Mexico the May long weekend, just as the weather finally became sunny. I suppose she might also be part of this tanning and brown skin experiment games, getting a week's head start while in Mexico and then returning here just as the sunny weather starts for the summer. We had maybe two sunny days between January and May 22, but that was it. She was getting fed up with the weather too.

A big thunderstorm last night after I paid my month end bills online. And it continued for 40 minutes. Some more thunder this evening as I write, 1820h. The latter was conveniently timed to screw up my plans to go to a part time employer, but once I phoned them, they indicated that I should hold off for tonight.

More shoot thinning at the vineyard today, and more curiousness as to why other crew members need to get into my row when there are plenty more to do. I'm fine if they want to help me out to finish the row for the day, or help finish the block, but why start at the top of my row when I am 8 panels (bays, =8x20', the span between posts) along and they can obviously see me? Even the straight-ahead (normal) NZ woman did this for the first time today, even if she complained about the "difficult" crew member jumping into her row twice in the last two days. No explanation from her, nothing.

Said "difficult" one also joined in to involve me as well today; I had started a new row and was 30' into it and he comes along and goes to my row and starts clipping away. I ask him if he is working this row, and says, "oh, I guess you are". Like WTF; is this guy blind or just becoming a more obvious agitator? As one row end is often not entirely visible from the other end, say 150' or so, sometimes two crew members can start the same row from opposite ends, and need to sort out who is to complete it. Of course the perps love this FUD moment, and as an example, duly exploited it yesterday when the "difficult" one started in my row after looking right at me from 150' away. I was already in the row, and he had just walked in, sees me, and I figure this is my row as I am in it. Some 20 minutes later I see him working my row, heads down, pretending not to notice. Perhaps the "going blind" theory explains this. He pulled this on someone else today as well.

And as regular readers will know, whenever I change directions in doing farm work (or driving for that matter), working from one row to the next, usually a 180 degree turn, the perps put on no end of games.  For example, the cell phoning vineyard owner "shows up" just then (yesterday) or the boss man drives up, or someone else comes by, or an aircraft comes by for a noisestalk etc. And too, about three panels from the end the perps have me screw up and get pissed off. This shit is so predictable it is just plain tiresome. Chalk another one up for the ongoing research anisotropy etheric energies.

And what is it about the police, or emergency responders, that they need to drive up my ass (10' away), and THEN turn on their sirens. Of course the flashing lights were already on; now adding yellow to their renowned blue and red. And of course, adroitly timed as I was about to make a L turn, turn signal on, and then I hear the siren, then see the mofo in the rear view mirror who is looking to pass by me on my L side (wrong side of the road). So, I change my turn signal to R and pull over, and the mofo cruises past. This is at the corner of Fairview and Windsor, one of my regular turns to my residence, and the scene of countless arranged vehicle trains that hold me up at this corner when attempting a L turn.

This same scenario "happened" about four weeks ago, with colleague in the passenger seat, and while not at the same location, we had set off and were in the vehicle for only two minutes, when the police vehicle with flashing lights was on my ass without prior warning. The siren was turned on at the last second when he was 6' from my bumper. Even my colleague remarked on the short notice.

But getting back to the first scenario above, when I was just about to make a L turn. About 5 years ago they pulled this exact same bullshit back in Victoria; I was in a L lane and about to make a L turn across three lanes where there was no oncoming traffic, and lo, an ambulance was in my driver side mirror with lights flashing coming up beside me on the wrong side of the road. And about then, the siren was turned on. No prior warning, because I would of pulled off long before. I never had any of this dangerous (IMHO) emergency vehicle behavior before, and now this bullshit.

But of course, having regular oncoming vehicles cross the centerline ahead of me is nothing new now, since this harassment began 04-2002. They will take any excuse, e.g. give a cyclist 7' (or more) of clearance, so they have some excuse to be straddling the centerline.

A day of shoot thinning in the vineyard, and on-off rain all day today. The perps have now decided to compromise my rain pants and now have them leak some at the knees. We have done this already; back about 2010 when daffodil picking, new rain pants leaked at the knees, after the old pair (with nothing seeming wrong with them) leaked at the knees. I was pissed then, and am all the more pissed now that I am not allowed to have functional rain pants, especially that they are high end Bluestorm Latitude 38's.

Warm, but not too hot in the vineyard today; shorts on after 1000h. No threats of rain either, so I got to listen to my headphones all day. The perps messed with my digital music player and put the first artist on repeat, when I expected to be finishing up on the last album. I am going through all female vocalists from A-Z in my 225Gb collection, and so when done, I move onto the male singers and bands. Except of course when they mess with the player and have it repeat and blank me out and have me not recognize that it is repeating. They couldn't do this to me until about 2008 when they somehow learned to remotely hack music repeat memory.

A Bell 206 helicopter came about 1530h and landed on the helicopter pad to deliver wine tasting folks to the nearby tasting room. The pilot was at the aircraft just as we were departing for the work week, me driving past it with appropriate clearance, and at least one passenger back inside.

Then two hours of extra work at the part time vineyard tonight. Same job; shoot thinning. it will take a while to get this done, probably longer than the weekend.

My work mates are still up to their peculiar habits of walking a vineyard row and then starting work from the far end. It is so totally pointless, and extra work as well. Like WTF; start a new row at the beginning of the day from the road (uphill) where everyone is parked, instead of walking the row downhill by some 120' and then begin working uphill. I cannot grasp why this one woman has these very "daft attacks", seeming to have learned them from the "difficult" dick who began this perversity. Sure, especially in the afternoon, walk back to get water, but no, she carries a flask with her (sort of). She hangs the flask up one panel ahead, giving her the excuse to do back-and-forths all the way along the row. Even the normal seeming NZ woman did a pointless row walk today. Daftness is infectious as it turns out, unless someone is jerking their chain, and they don't mind looking so stupid.

And why is it the perps still need to fuck with sending/composing emails? I composed an email, went to another tab, and lo, could not find my email in draft. Since the assholes have spent the last 15 years deleting these draft emails without a specific "Save", except for the last 6 months when Yahoo finally had an autosave for draft emails, I thought the email would be saved. But no, a new trick; the fuckers sent the email when I specifically did not Send it. So it got sent twice in slightly different versions of course, something the perps just love to create. Its like they feast on "do it again, but differently". What is the matter with them? Now, some 15 years of these remotely applied juvenile incursions, of the most trivial nature. Woohoo... another day in fucking hell.

Saturday, and I got screwed out of shaving this morning as I was made to sleep in an hour past my alarm. I had all the plans for a regular weekday morning, just that I needed to get to the laundromat at 0800h, to get the laundry done in time for my haircut at 1000h.

All was accomplished, and I even had a motorcycle escort of 4 loud HD motorcycles behind me on the way to the hair cutting school. A young woman from Invermere cut my hair today, and she seemed the most uncertain student stylist in the five years I have gone there. She needed at least six instructor-consult departures to help her, and at one point the (male) instructor had to do some cutting. I might of been her very first live subject, or perhaps she wasn't trained at the same level. And I suppose, when one is cutting the hair of the most harassed human subject in recent history (me), she might of been somewhat nervous. Since interpersonal touches seem so regulated, e.g. cashiers handing my change or receipt (anywhere), I wonder what qualities the perps request to have someone in such close proximity to me, and of course, touching me many times in the course of a haircut. It is all very curious, living in this fishbowl as a non-consensual human experimentation subject.

I know a little about Invermere, BC, as I visited there about 4x in the course of my 3 year stay in Nelson BC, as part of my Forest Service duties, 1986-89. So perhaps the perps were looking for a locational "vibe" that was common, though I haven't been there for some 40 years almost.

I got the cluster of four women at the cash desk when it came time to pay, and lo, if the beautiful young blonde woman I knew from prior visits didn't also "happen" to arrive just then and exchange pleasantries. Talk about a total dopamine rush. She also mentioned that the normal Saturday instructor that I know from past visits was away. This is the same woman I frequently talk to about wine, and wine tasting.

Then onto a part time vineyard job for more shoot thinning for six hours. I "happened" to meet my former employers of the last two years nearby, as they do mountain cycling in the area. We exchanged pleasantries and went our separate ways. There was plenty we could of talked about, but for some reason all this "escaped" me.

Sunday; more shoot thinning at the part time vineyard. The owners lent me some CD's as he put on a interest in digital music. Though he confessed that his son-in-law put on music files on his Ipod, so his knowledge of digital music handling was limited. Probably a set up to lend me CD's, another recent perp rage for whatever reason. (The "difficult" dick at work was doing this before he started his asshole trip; good timing that).

Then onto help my crippled friend, he of the split knee cap injury, now getting into physiotherapy. One had to wonder what he does all day; I lent him some of my books and he hasn't touched a one.

Anyhow; a big week as I get my PSA test after 4 months of taking MMS and all those good nutritional things to support prostate health. Oh, fucking why did I get stiffed with this bullshit after 15 years of unmitigated hell?