And why the intense headlight coverage now? Also known as pit-lamping in this here blog. (One develops a new vocabulary to deal this highly consistent and peculiar behavior that erupts everywhere I go). Every time I get out of my vehicle, turn a corner, or am around it in parking lots. And they even bounce headlight reflections off the glass doors off the mall as I am walking toward them. Next, we will have Fuckwits wandering around with headlamps on in the day time.
And too, extra coverage of stake-out gangstalkers around me when I am at my vehicle, especially in parking lots. These Fuckwits pull in around my vehicle while I am inside at the store and then just sit there in their vehicle, headlights on of course. Like there is a permanent drug deal going down wherever I park, save for the headlights. Another stunt is to have the stalking bicycle bum "happen" to cruise by my parked vehicle as I open the hatch to put my groceries inside. How convenient, and how obvious. A whole big empty parking lot and the bicycle bum "happens" to cruise 2' from my vehicle. Uh-huh.
A new vineyard worker today; a high school kid who will be attending university in the fall. As it "happens", he does part time for my former employer of 2015-2016.
Somehow I "missed" yoga tonight, Monday being my usual time. Only a one hour nap attack tonight, but no reminder about my schedule. Well done.
05-29-2018
A two hour nap attack following reading tonight. I finished reading a more recent but shorter book on Igor Gouzenko, the spy case that began the Cold War in earnest. (And snapped the then Canadian Prime Minister out of his infatuation with Stalin, and wanting to be friends). Then back to "Comrade J", about a KGB defector to the US in 2001, one who brought with him lots of information as to the perfidious travails of his masters. And too, an expose of the corruption of Russian political players, especially Boris Yeltsin and company. A nation of thugs, and some details on the present Thug-in-Chief as well.
05-30-2018
Finished "Comrade J", and what a tale, though the details of the revelations aren't in full. And no nap attack tonight. So what is it about me reading of Soviet or Russian spying, or spying in general that so interests the perps that they have plied me with this lore for at least 40 years? I don't know, but there is a Russian focus to all this harassment and what I am exposed to, though I haven't been there and have no interest in doing so. (Also, I have never worked in these circles, not even remotely). I do suspect that the whole spying game is rigged to some extent, given the endemic and intransigent incompetence of the UK secret services of 1940-70 and how they were penetrated for so long and didn't seem to get it. Perhaps it relates to information being passed around, something the perps have an inordinate interest in I have come to learn. And you thought all those school shootings were random?
I "forgot" my tool belt today, only 1' from my tool bag which I picked up. That I was utterly furious is an understatement, as it has never occurred before. After weeding for the first 30 min., I drove home to get my tool belt. And what a holy vehicular cluster fuck it was, all in keeping with these arranged congestion events anytime that I return to town at an irregular work day hour.
This was the day that K came back from her 5 day trip to Boston, returning via Montreal. A curious trip in all, but rich with perp connections, which I mentioned in the last blog posting. That she didn't say much about the trip wasn't too surprising, as she is the reticent kind to say the least. Another surrogate travel job perhaps.
No nap attack tonight for some reason. Instead I ended up talking to the landlady about prostate treatment issues, as her husband has some issues. And we also talked about the whacked-out asshole urologist in town, the only one apparently, and one of only 75 in BC. She said the urologist's administrator blocked their attempt to get a referral to a private clinic in Vancouver for crissakes. The medical assistant said she "didn't believe in private clinics". They pulled a workaround and got their private clinic appointment in a week, instead of 6-9 months in the public system. Imagine that; ideological imposition on one's health care, via the medical assistant. I am sure it happens plenty more often than that.
05-31-2018
And who fucked with my alarm clock, such that it rang 45 min. later than usual? I haven't set it for months, as it is regularly set for 0530h, and after I turn it off, I usually slumber for 30 minutes longer and get up, with extreme difficulty often, at about 0600h. This morning it rang at 0645h, so who in the fuck changed the alarm time? This wouldn't be the first of this kind of fuckery, as I get about two of these two per year.
Finished the vineyard work at the R vineyard today, and as K and I walked past the tasting room this guy was standing outside smoking a cigarette for crissakes. K departed and then the butt-sucking guy and two other males exited the tasting room and joined him in the parking lot and got into a vehicle beside mine. A most curious collection of wine tourists to say the least.
The high school kid wasn't here today, as he has another gig, so I it was just me and K today. She departed for a one hour shopping trip in between vineyards, and later showed up at the K vineyard to help tuck vines and take down the next tucking wire.
A 1.5 hour nap attack tonight, starting into a new book, "The Hideen Life of Trees". So, as it turns out, it isn't just spy non-fiction books that bring on nap attacks. Such books have been regular fare for at least three months, and the nap attacks increased with astonishing regularity when I began this reading cycle.
A visit to SOF, and lo, if the nap attack didn't cause me to be too late to procure a cooked chicken, my usual fare. I had to make do with cooked chicken pieces. The usual rotational gangstalking Fuckwit show, one being a couple, and whom attempted the couple split by going on either side of me. I went down another aisle and avoided this time-honored gangstalk stunt. Been there, had it done to me many times. Another stalker was a woman I know from last year's employer, she running the tasting room. I hadn't seen her for nearly a year, and she hung around and pretended to not know I was there. She was curiously dressed in loose baggy clothing, and although slim, her outfit was so out of place from what I had known. And she looked rather grim as well, like some depressive hippy chick. I thought she lived in Kelowna, so I was surprised to see her here. Anyhow, just another of those pretend-not-to-know me stunts again. This public behavior also ramped up considerably since 04-2002 when all this harassment and abuse came down.
Pardon my ignorance, but what is it about the current Roseanne hulabaloo, and then getting her show canned on ABC? I didn't see anything "racist" in her remarks, just bad taste. But given the hyper-extended definition of this term nowadays, amplified by social media and the ever abetting lamestream media, one has to wonder if there is any sanity left in the entertainment business. (The entertainers are sane for the most part, but the knives are out if one crosses this mutable line). Some quotes from this Fox News link, even if I don't in any way agree it was racist.
Referring to Valerie Jarrett, who is African-American, by her initials, Barr tweeted Tuesday: “muslim brotherhood & planet of the apes had a baby=vj.” Barr later apologized to Jarrett and the public and deleted her tweet, calling it “a bad joke.”Let's see; we have an effete and politically correct lamestream media outlet that wants to dump a significant number of its viewing base base. It makes sense in a way, as Roseanne doesn't represent the lamestream media political perspective. I sense continuing deep divisions in media-land, and wonder if it will ever recover from this. Trump's disregard of the media is prescient, though I am not a big fan of his, but he has his fundamentals correct. Onward and downward.
Well, that’s what we call Hollywood hypocrisy. It’s permissible for actors and broadcasters to attack conservatives and Christians. And Hollywood especially loves it when celebrities attack Trump supporters.
A few hours after the network pulled the plug on “Roseanne,” MSNBC’s Chris Hayes summed his take on the scandal.... “Roseanne’s problem turned out to be that she far too authentically represented the actual worldview of a significant chunk of the Trump base,” he said.... And that’s why ABC canceled “Roseanne.” Network executives could not stomach the show’s “deplorable” viewers.
06-01-2018
Rare, but not unkown; a fake evening time nap attack, and a knock on the door snapped me into action to get up. But no one there. I have had these before, and for the record, there is no street access to this property, it is only through the landlord's property. And nothing left at the door, if it were to be a parcel.
06-03-2018
Sunday, and I was the only person working in the vineyard today, the boss man having sprayed yesterday. Curiously, the vineyard owner family were camping at the end of the row where I was working, tent, chairs and vehicle. Like, they have a nice house some 300m away, and appeared to be awakening around 1000h, even more strange with two children under 10 there too. Go figure.
And I was under significant harassment attack this morning when getting ready for work; the usual abuse of pulling items out of my hand, sending me to the fridge for nothing, and other cognitive impairments that are highly irregular in the "normal" course of these regular activities. And the assholes didn't let up in the vineyard either, with tucking wire games, exploiting the fact that these wretched steel posts don't lock the tucking wire very well, and consequently arranging 3 way tangle ups that looked like wire braiding at first glance.
In the afternoon, they pulled a shit attack, exploiting the presumed radiological damage from the prostate radiotherapy of last fall (2017). Now, seven month's later, it isn't getting any better when off the medication they supply me. And no ordinary shit attack; the outhouse was infested with mice and mice shit, there was only just enough toilet paper (the boss "forgot"), and I lost a pair of underwear out of the deal. I haven't had it this bad since the radiotherapy side effects began in 01-2018, and it pisses me off no end that the perps are ramping this up when I should be getting better. And lo, if the vineyard owner didn't "happen" to pointlessly drive by when I was in the crapper. His red truck was 100m from his house and parked (curiously, in this game of nonstop parking musical chairs), and then he drives by, and then parks 100m from the camping location and then walks the rest with his kid and breaks camp. And he had a vehicle there at the camping spot. More go figure. And it wouldn't be the first time that adjacent vehicle activity erupted when visiting this same crapper.
Another nap attack after work, two hours worth, again without running a sleep deficit, as I went to bed on time last night. More go figure. And always after reading for 10-20 minutes. Back to the theory of being more "psychically accessible" when sleeping. And too, just what is it about information, just read, though not necessarily retained, that they are so interested in? Again, ever wonder if all those awful school shootings, assuming they are real, are really random?
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