Back to gratuitous mention games, as in dropping specific words that happen to be topical, when the perpetrating party should have no idea of such. Or aka, managed coincidences. To wit, I had the clutch in my vehicle replaced, and they finished it early, so my fickle friend drove me to the shop and I paid for it, and it drove my just-repaired vehicle up to Kelowna for my radiotherapy treatment visit today. I had to do a lot of prior online research on clutches to get the one that wasn't ridiculously expensive, nor a cheapie. I expressly wanted to avoid the latter, as this vehicle has had two clutches in 118k km, and they shouldn't wear that fast. (My perp abetting parents owned the vehicle until Jan. 2017). Needless to say, between researching, obtaining, and finally getting the repair finished this morning, the term "clutch" (as in driveline vehicle part, not the woman's purse thing), has been germane for at least three weeks.
And so today at the radiotherapy waiting room, this logger guy was holding forth, and a guy opposite him was detailing his woes about his chainsaw and that it bogged down under load. The logger then started into attempting to figure the problem out; "does it have a clutch on the drive shaft?". The perps now wipe me out so I don't notice these "name droppings" at the time, and only let me in on it later in the day. No doubt this one still has some legs, but I hope it isn't the new drive line clutch that begets more mention.
And the above mentioned logger guy kept banging on the arm rest of the sofa we occupied, and of course, the vibration transmits over to me. Normally I avoid shared public furniture for that very reason. Now in the sixth and last week of M-F radiotherapy, they finally herded me onto this particular seat. Its the same at concert venues, aircraft and like shared seat situations; some asshole starts up the seat banging in order to have the vibrations transmit to me. Said logger guy also did his best to do some arm waving in my peripheral vision; we did that at least twice before in the past two weeks, though not with him. Why does this insane shit go on relentlessly now for 15 years?
I feel fatter than ever today; the radiotherapy has already puffed me up by 15lb, and that was last week. Given the past transgressions of clinical criminality of giving me dopamine blocking medications which puffed me up 30lb, I suspect the gamma radiation of the radiotherapy is depleting my dopamine in and around my prostate. This is a focused beam, aka, conformal external beam radiotherapy, and is aimed at my prostate by way of a prior CT scan that determines its precise location each visit, with a little extra outside tolerance. So... it is clear to me that this whole radiotherapy is all about depleting my dopamine, this time in a very specific location. (Dopamine is a hormone, and not just a neurotransmitter in the central nervous system). Haven't we done this shit before? Yes; 5 months of illegal incarceration in 2003 to give me dopamine agonists that beat the hell out of me. And IMHO this whole prostate cancer would of never happened had I been allowed my very effective dopamine agonist medication, as dopamine mediates the immune system, one of its many hormonal effects. And it simply isn't enough to be dopamine deficient all one's life, and be ADD and dysthymic. Then they jump on the victim, harass the living shit out of him, and then deplete yet more dopamine, all the way to radiotherapy.
Yoga tonight; the usual high turnover where there is 80% turnover each visit. They put on two dudes, one of them going shirtless halfway through. Neither seemed to be much into yoga, and ditto for most of the class. I ended up in front of the instructor, as my usual two locations were taken up, even if I got there early. The dude behind me needed to hover all around me after class, at the pinch point where the coat rack and the couch to sit down and put my boots on. Been there, had it done to me.
Though arriving at yoga seemed to be a big deal for the perps; the former instructor walked out as I walked in without so much as a hello or a glance, aka the pretend-not-to-know-me gambit. The current instructor, young and easy to look at, then glided into my peripheral vision and said hello, with a smile. Normally she is at the front desk and says hello, as I would see her when I enter and approach the desk to sign in. For some reason the perps had me initially freaked out by her entering my visual field, and blanked me out for a second or two as to who she was. I don't ever make those mistakes; once I see someone I don't ever forget them, especially a yoga instructor whom I see all class, now for at least six classes. I just don't appreciate in any way having my recognition fucked with, and nor do I appreciate being planted with inappropriate reactions.
11-28-2017
Another radiotherapy treatment trip today, now the 4th to last. Owing to "hygeine" apparently, they removed all the magazines and the jig saw puzzle which I never bothered with. So... I was suddenly bereft of reading material for my 40 min. wait, and there was always something interesting. And to add to the waiting room blues, the usual radiotherapy machine was unexpectedly down, so the appointment was about 10 min. late. And then to add to the drama, so to speak, the guy next to me screwed off with my clothes in the standard issue plastic bag. They were there at my feet, and his were on the couch beside him, and "somehow" he made a mistake. Anyhow, the RT technician retrieved them shortly, while the E. Indian woman RT technician began to set me up in in the adjacent (to the usual) room. This one was a mirror image of the usual radiotherapy room I have been treated in for the past five weeks. No big deal, and the RT machine was the same, just that its paneling was a blue-green, instead of grey.
Anyhow, I got done, changed, and then on the way out the clusterfucking began; first at the doors with an elder dude on a walker and attendant, who then dithered and then stalked still outside, which by then, I had sufficient room to walk around them and walk through the parking lot instead of the sidewalk. By the time I got to my vehicle, it was a four vehicle clusterfuck, keeping me in place, and then when I was about to exit, it became a six vehicle clusterfuck in this too small parking lot. Then the elder duckie's attendant backed out, and then the duckie on his walker did a protracted vehicle entrance, having to put the walker away in the trunk as well. Why they didn't make use of the roundabout at the rotunda entrance to the cancer clinic I have no idea. A major vehicle pod around me in getting out of Kelowna as well, all at 1240h on a week day for crissakes. The traffic was traveling at a good clip, but even at that, the elder duckie and his attendant somehow kept immediately in front of me for another 15km. This pair covered me at the entrance doors in the cancer center, in the parking lot with their unnecessarily extended vehicle egress, and then when in their Volvo, from the parking lot through 6 blocks of traffic to the highway for 15km. Not bad, it could of been for further.
On the vehicular stalking show, platform tow trucks seem to be playing big; I must of seen at least 10 en route today. (I won't count the ATV in the back of the pickup truck, but there is always two or three of those).
Later, when back in Penticton, the "need" came on to get a salon tan, and lo, there was major traffic trains in place for that. Then the loafers in the waiting area, and another woman (blonde) walking at me and then cutting to my R side in the classic perp stalker move. Even more vehicle trains when headed back to my place. Somehow, I forgot to take my phone, and lo, there was a message from my fickle friend that our former employer had sold his winery to a major player in the Okanagan Valley. As to what was all important to the perps in all of that, I have no idea. I suspect the above mentioned change in the radiotherapy treatment room just might of got them started.
And what is with the older blondes of late? Mid-40's to 60 y.o., shorter hair, no longer than shoulder length, and sometimes deliberately standing around for no reason. Hair is "roughed up", shredded, or whatever the term is for loosely arranged straight hair, but not in uniform cascades. I have been getting more of them at yoga of late, and also at the cancer center waiting room. Yesterday, after finishing my gamma ray treatment, dressed and heading out, (prime gangstalk moment) one was standing in the hallway looking away, leaning on something, and seeming waiting for someone. Not dressed as a patient, but someone who might be helping one, but the waiting room was only 10' away with plenty of seats, so why stand in the hallway? I was looking at her, though there wasn't much to see with her puffy red down coat on, and just then she turned her head to catch my eye. I kept on walking, not wanting to make any further contact. So what was the point of that? To provide me some kind of older blonde visual bait, at the soonest moment of post-irradiative treatment? Had she been in the waiting room there wouldn't of been any likely visual contact, and certainly not from 3' away. There does seem be an older/elder blonde woman show going on of late, though I am hardly looking for anyone. Perhaps the perps are extrapolating my attraction to younger blondes to older ones. I don't know, or care; just leave me alone.
Ditto for yoga last night; the older blonde with the short shredded hair next to me, and her gorgeous daughter one mat removed. Another family gangstalk event it would seem.
And speaking of blondes; the RT technician who sorted out the swapped clothing bags for me was blonde, and young too. Stocky, and not the quintessential model frame, but genuinely pleasant, a rarity. And big on touches too, not just the usual prodding and positioning while I am on the table, getting positioned with the lasers.
11-29-2017
... radio therapy, ... doctor visit, waiting room ... ambulance chasing... A real one today, with lights flashing on the highway etc. not just the ones cruising around for no seeming reason. Sometimes they follow or lead me to the hospital from 10 miles or more.
For some reason I ended up at LD in mid-day, when normally I go in the evening. The place is becoming a total gangstalking show. And worse yet, they set me up for a total gangstalking skunk. Not only were the two checkouts plugged up, and no end of Fuckwits in pretend shopping mode, but they posted Fuckwits at each of the four shelf locations I wanted to go. Once I saw the crowd at the checkouts, I dumped my intended chocolate purchase and split. Not only extra vehicles, extra aircraft coverage, even a co-worker "chance" meeting in the parking lot. Another fuckwit standing at his Volvo wagon outside with the door open, and a cold wind outside, and not even smoking, the usual excuse for looking stupid while loitering, other than vagrants and doddering duckies. This post-radio therapy treatment return outing in Penticton is highly stalked as I have come to experience over the past five weeks.
11-30-2017
Thursday, and the penultimate radiotherapy treatment today. The waiting room was relatively unpopulated, and perhaps it was the higher elevation snow that deterred out of town patients. It was rainy for most of my journey, though not seriously so. Though, I didn't get into treatment any earlier. It was the two dudes show, the radiotherapy technicians who get to move me into position and line up my markers they tattooed on me back in September. One new to me today, hanging back in the room when I entered with the one that I knew. They seem to like to bring on the Unfavoreds in this furtive manner for some reason.
I got the hallway ditherer buzzing around me when dressed in my togs and ready; the doddering geriatrics are the best excuse for loitering Fuckwits after vagrants. This geriatric stalker was on me when I wanted to exit the waiting room to get loaded up on water (full bladder is a requirement), then again when at the water cooler down the hall. There she asked me about where to pick up the bus. Like WTF; I don't take the bus so how would I know? Regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed with my water intake and where I get it from, and what vessels, pipes, filters etc. that it has passed through. And one cannot trust anyone in these circumstances of being stalked and harassed all the time.
And for once they cleared the hallway once my treatment was over and I got to walk at my normal comparative (this is a hospital) fast pace. Absolutely no one stepping in my way, though a few "crossovers", (crossing my path), one being yesterday's medical assistant who got to ask all those questions before the doctor came in the room (and pretended not to know me).
But the perps weren't done yet, as they pulled a two lane closure on the Kelowna (Bennett) bridge S bound, when I was home bound. Only the R most lane was available, and I had to move over two lanes as there aren't any prior overhead lane indicators. And it was the most ridiculous set up of a "traffic accident"; one grey min-van and six (yes) black vehicles were parked up against the barrier, 1' or so apart, and no sign of any collision, not even road debris. And the ambulance, (remember them, driving up and down every day nearly for five weeks), was in the center lane, and the traffic control people were out too. Plenty of flashing white, red and yellow lights of course. As I drove by, one elder male with white flowing locks was being ushered into the ambulance on my side, the putative patient was mobile and on his feet. And the attendant fireman (fire truck in front, blocking both lanes) turned his head to look at me while I drove by. Like WTF; attend to your job, and why single me out with no end of vehicles slowly streaming past. One of the six black vehicles, (all the black vehicles were in a contiguous line, and the one grey colored van at the E end), was a black Suburban with full tinted windows, not unlike the one that would cruise around me four years ago. I have been through so many faked vehicle accidents I have given up counting, though I haven't seen a larger one like this for a few years.
But the perps weren't done yet; two minutes later a Fuckwit pulls and no-notice lane change in my face just to piss me off, just as I was accelerating in the L most lane, and then the truck in front of him drives within 1" of the concrete barrier so he could throw up sand and grit that was there in the lane median next to the concrete barrier. How fucking stupid was that? He could of flipped the thing, he was that close. I need to get a dash cam to record the vehicular stupidity outbreaks, though with my usual (enforced) bad luck, the only time they would put on stunts would be when it wasn't working.
Then as I cruised through my last traffic light of my 80km trip, the perps put on a real accident. A woman in a black vehicle shot out from the fuel station into the path of a oncoming white vehicle, and they contacted front bumpers. She stopped broadside to the traffic to then hold up it more, but eventually they both crossed the road in front and pulled over so I could drive past them and witness some real, but minor, vehicle damage.
And what is it with black and white vehicles of late? Six black vehicles were clustered around me when setting off yesterday to keep me stuck behind a redi-mix truck, a long standing perp prop. Today, it was four black vehicles while I was kept behind an tractor trailer at the same location. Yesterday, a strange driving behavior was on show, where the Fuckwit would change lanes at each curve in the road, this at 100km/hour, when there was no other traffic an the lanes were plenty wide and the curves were gentle enough to keep one's speed up. I have never seen anything like this before; normally if someone gets "afraid" of a bend, they put on their brakes instead of crossing over to the next lane, and the weather wasn't a factor either.
Red and white vehicles are also common, arranged together in a single visual field. And then they add in Alberta vehicles with their white and red lettered license plates.
My local fickle friend was hanging out at the mall waiting for his car to be fixed and wanted company, so I obliged with a rendezvous at Starbucks there. Another post-treatment outing as it turned out, and what a holy vehicular gangstalking it was. While at Starbucks I also got to see the construction babe from last year's job site, as she "happened" to be on her way out. We chatted briefly, which is kind of like what it was last year at this very same location; I was headed out and she had just arrived. No time for an extended chat in either instance, but what a coincidence, the only two times I have been to that particular Starbucks, and she flits in or out.
So there I was in a public busy area for about 1.5 hours as no end of customers happened to be passing by, and the close-in backpack sweep didn't go unnoticed either. Even my former boss' wife stopped by without so much as a hello. Another pretend-not-to-know me stalker was the green and black haired woman, a cashier at SOF, whom I connected with at least twice (over ADD), who stood 3' away and didn't bother to look up from her smart phone.
12-01-2017
Friday, and my last day of radiotherapy, now six weeks of driving to Kelowna each day is over. I see they had all the plastic bins, possibly for laundry, lining the hallway on my way in, constricting hallway width by 3'. The waiting room crowd was much diminished, only one other. But I do find it curious as to the number of passing Fuckwits that need to stare in while looking back, or stop and look in for nothing, as they are on their way out, post treatment. (I recognized the patients doing this).
Just when I thought I saw the end of Ms. Cne last week, the purposely unpleasant radiotherapy technician of two weeks ago, who only attended me one time, she just "happened" to cruising the hallway oncoming on my last 30' before the doorway of my last radiotherapy session. I didn't bother to glance at her as I knew she would be in her grim countenance state. After her back-and-forth hallway strut of two weeks ago when she put on the grimace for me, she also "happened" to be doing her heading away hallway strut last week as I was signing in one morning, and as soon as I formulated an internal "who cares" thought, a thump noise came from somewhere. Back to thought stalking, or at least, being aware of it. She is attractive somewhat, and I do find her hair especially interesting, but beyond that I have no interest, and yet she plays this unpleasant card. The generalized term for her would be "bitch", but my benchmark for that term is higher than most, so I don't use it as I really had no major interaction with her, apart from a one-time event on the radio-treatment bed and for some reason, she had to apply a solution to my freckle sized positioning tattoo in the middle. Needless to say, the perps played her in mind all the way back, some 50 minutes of driving.
Immigration and the attendant over promotion on CBC and in the media all over; I don't get it as this piece, Immigration Is Destruction articulates. And the civil authorities bend over backwards to "accommodate" the excesses of the perpetrators. Here is the report on what happened in Rotherham in the UK:
The scale of the abuse was horrendous, the violence harrowing... The key fact about this brutal crime wave was that almost all the predators were men of Pakistani and Kashmiri origin, while the majority of their victims were white.I am not the first to mention this, but it seems that these targeted rapes (e.g. Rotherham) that this whole government promoted multiculturalism is nothing but a takedown of the West. Hasn't anyone figured out the irony of the African migrants flooding into Europe in droves of late, (though having paid for passage), so they can get away from their own kind and their own behaviors? And somehow they expect it to be different? Meanwhile the do-gooders and the do-nothings prevaricate and equivocate. Di-worse-ity, and still the media saps spout this rubbish that serves their masters.
That is precisely why the abuse went on so long and the terrible suffering of the girls was ignored. The authorities in Rotherham failed to act because the race-fixated dogma of anti-discrimination meant that they had completely lost their moral bearings and every last vestige of compassion
Mexico City was the most "diverse" city in the world in 1650, per "1493" by Charles Mann) and look at them now. The violence and corruption is rife, and the place is an armed camp. And they still cannot literally get their shit together, as the extensive barrios don't have a sewer system, so fecal dust is flying all over the place in the summer when the weather systems keep it in the basin where Mexico City sits.
12-03-2017
More troving on Jasun Horsley's Auticulture.com, and listening to the podcasts with Ann Diamond, (parts 1,3 and parts 3,4) a Montreal native in the 1950-50's, and an MKULTRA experimentee, though seemingly she didn't suffer too much and had parents who took a responsible role once they began to notice some peculiarities. She and her brother were twins, always of significant interest to nonconsensual human experimenters, and as far as I could tell, weren't long term patients. Later, she hung out with Leonard Cohen off and on and has some interesting observations to offer on him. Interestingly, he also seems to be an MKULTRA victim, as mentioned to friends and associates of that time and place. Ann Diamond also confirms what I learned from Carol Rutz' book, A Nation Betrayed; that the criminal clinician Dr Ewan Cameron, at the CIA's behest, was working on children. The public version (first known in 1974, but not in Western Canada as I can personally attest), was that he was working on "disturbed" adults, or late age teenagers, some of whom didn't have psychiatric issues. But somehow, the net was in place among clinician, and the ideal patients/victims got scooped for his "treatment". "In the Sleep Room", and "I Swear by Apollo" are two books about this CIA sponsored Canadian infamy that fail to mention that children were part if this Machiavellian nightmare that had the knowledge of the highest in the land at the time.
I also learned from Ann Diamond's ("My Cold War") podcast on Auticulture, that McGill Unviversity in Montreal, or more accurately, the Allen Memorial Institute, threw out all the patient/victim records. So much for finding out if I was there for the duration I lived in Montreal, aged 2-5, 1956-59. I did write them once about eight years ago, and all I got was that there was no record of me. Of course they didn't say that they threw out all the records of this CIA sponsored infamy in about 1970, before it went public. It shows just how thin the veneer of civilization is, when they "need" to throw out the medical records of patient/victims over 10 years in one big purge. (The CIA did this too for all MKULTRA records. Another CIA "scoop" is The Strange Story of Sally Hartman). And to date, despite the current high drama of the politicians over aboriginal abuses in residential schools, and now the deemed LBGT abuses, (the PM shedding tears in Parliament for crissakes, he being a "B" or a "Q" IMHO) they still haven't addressed the outrageous abuses of the Duplessis orphans, (the supply of children for these medical atrocities), or those of the MKULTRA in Canada. No wonder the Duplessis Orphans have taken the Canadian government to the UN Court a hearing over these abuses. (For graphic eye witness details of these atrocities see Silvio Day's account at the link). Let's see if our self-declared "caring and sharing" PM can summon the gumption to deal with this one, though I doubt it, as he must be reporting to someone who has been keeping the lid on, just as the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC) has.
Anyhow, I have only begun troving through Auticulture.com, and it is worth a read/listen for those who have come to their own determination that nothing is what it seems. He is from the UK, now living in Canada, and has a childhood cultural prop kicked out from under him, specifically, the children's TV program host, Sir Jimmy Savile. From what I can tell, he was an extreme pedophile, with abettors at the highest level in the UK, and Europe to some extent. And he gets knighted, ("Sir") for his charity work; surely the Royal advisors must of known this, as it went on for so long, and was so prevalent. Which casts deep aspersions as to what the Royal Family is all about, and who they really serve.
Besides cigpapers, Aangirafan and Mother of Darkness have provided some interesting reading of late. One has to wonder if pedophilia isn't prerequisite for high office, Pizzagate being another example. Its dark down this rabbit hole, and I exist in only one corner of it.
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