Four Weeks of Big Smoke

08-22-2018
Now four weeks of smokey conditions, visibility is about 6 blocks or so. It looked to be getting better today, but instead, got worse. All part of the sunlight diminution and manipulation games as I see it. And too, having the tan start to fade in August, instead of being able to pour it on.

And related brown skin games; there are a whole lot more of brown skinned workers around me at the construction site of late, but then again, perhaps this is normality as I don't know these kinds of jobs well. And too, plenty of dude surges, and dudes popping out behind corners and adjacent doors, as well as up on ladders, usually arriving when I am repeatedly transversing a route, making multiple trips to deliver cabinets to the correct room. Or sometimes, on my return visit to a room or corridor, a ladder just appears and no one uses for the hour or two that I am passing by.

back to split sleep shifts again, the assholes have kept me off my ADD Rx for the past two weeks and counting, owing to a absolutely needless intervention by the pharmacy, and so a doctor visit had to be also scheduled. The pharmacy indicated over the phone, to me, that under 6mg of xxxx is Ok with medication yyy, so just what is reason for the fucking hold up?
That I predicted the Psychopaths would pull this stunt may be even in a blog posting four weeks ago. After all, medication yyy has been very successful, and since they went all out with an apartment invasion, unconventional weapons and physical material changes, gangstalking, and punishing electromagnetic pain (which could be out run if running is appropriate in the context of where one is), as well as a barrage of fuckery that never let up until 01-2003, when it "magically" was turned down, but not off, even at present. Said intense and insane abuse also served to deprive me of my successful dopaminergic medications for over 16 years, and after whacking the shit out of with radiotherapy for prostate cancer until 12-2017, (which I doubt would of happened had the assholes let me take my ADD medication as dopamine is a hormone that mediates the immune system), I had to do something in 2018.

After the absolute local (and loco) whacko shrink visit of late 2017, I went to folks who did the 2001 brain scan that diagnosed ADD, something that four prior shrinks seemed fundamentally incapable of doing, even after me telling them exactly what the problem was. Given that this particular doctor is in the US, and that US medication prices are absolutely ridiculous at 7x the price in Canada, I had the Rx re-written here this time. And lo, if the pharmacy didn't find a "reason" to interject, and hence the above mentioned hold-up. And if that weren't predictable based on past perp behavior over my state of dopamine, it would of been predictable from the general perp operations dictum/principle that I have come to know all too often;

"nothing that works, runs or fits well (e.g. clothing), or is preferred, or anything  that is convenient, efficacious, economical (some or all), will be allowed to continue without disruption, usually in the form of deniable sabotage".

Regular TI readers will also be familiar with supply chain disruptions; the most useful size of package, of food say, will suddenly be unavailable everywhere, and so one must go with smaller or larger packages. Presently, I have had a pissing match for two months with the assholes over the size of packaged coconut chunks I regularly buy; the 500g package, which I prefer, is only available in fits and starts, and supply is now only in 180g packages at almost the same price. Another example at the same store, is the elderflower syrup to add to my drinking water, but that too is supplied in fits and starts, or else, the assholes have me "forget" to look when there. One day, this same large chain supermarket was totally devoid of any eggs whatsoever. I found that unbelievable.

I also think one can apply that above quote to organizations as well; all too often they are running on all cylinders, doing their work well in terms of supply of services or products and customer care, and yet "somehow", they lose their way, and in the worse case scenario, the jerks take over, and the reductive ad absurdum bean counters begin their ascent, and the whole outfit becomes a shell of what it was.

Now that my ADD Rx intake has been sabotaged for two weeks now, many of my ailments and medical complaints are coming back. Again, I predicted this based on my research that dopamine is a hormone with widespread influences in one's body. The split shift sleeping dysfunction has come back, with a whacking 2.5 hour nap attack this evening, my muscles are stiff again, my L hand stiffness has come back, the night time leg cramps have returned and I feel generally limp after moderate amounts of exertion. Well done assholes; you have surely fucked me enough, 64 years worth in fact, of which 16 have been unbearable (overt abuse-athon), and yet you insane assholes continue to disrupt my medical care when I know exactly what the source problem is, and there are means to fix it, which you are obstructing yet again. Go fuck yourselves.

And so the Great Dopamine Fuckover continues, and I think I can apply that to humans at large; drug addictions, alcoholism, depression, learning disabilites, dementia and last, but not least, ADD behaviors, which Dr. Amen reckons costs the US some $    ... billion dollars a year.

08-24-2018
A visit to the doctor to deal with the ADD Rx problem, something the pharmacy seemed to concoct with the lamest of excuses. Even the doctor apologized on their behalf. At least I had an appointment this time and wasn't put through the mill of waiting as a walk-in clinic basis. Apparently he has sent the paperwork back with

Earlier in the day, more construction work; moving millwork around, my assigned task . "Millwork" is the term for cabinets and counters I have come to learn, though it does make me wonder who concocted this term, as dimension lumber (for house building) also comes from a wood mill. And the opening date of the new hospital (the construction project) has been pushed back to Dec. 15. When the elevator operator mentioned this scuttlebut to the assorted workers in the elevator, one guy said "no effing way....", abbreviated here of course. I don't know what trade he was, but perhaps he has a good perspective on what is really going on.

08-25-2018
I worked with the boss man for four hours this Saturday morning, getting 8' pallet loads moved to the first floor of the parkade, which then was take by a "zoom boom" (a rough ground large forklift that can project a load some 40'). Some of these long pallets took two pallet jacks to move inside as the load will still drag on the ground unless supported. Sometimes putting someone on the load to counterbalance it works too, while another person pushes it with the pallet jack. Very often the pallet jack wheel is off the ground, making it very problematic to steer the load.

And I accompanied the fork lift as it was driven up and down the two floors of the parkade, doing spotter duty. And I took pallets off and on, and heaved them into the garbage when empty. Yet again, there were hordes of dudes around me when handling the pallets; I just don't know what is so important to the perps about pallets that they need to swarm me, but they do. And how long have I been actively handling pallets,standing on them (for weeks of work days), and the rest of pallet movement/hauling/contact activity, and yet the assholes still hound my ass over this.

And I am sure that the bricklayers and their coincident pallet handling as I passed them by (many times) wasn't a fluke either, and we even helped them out by moving a few of their  pallets with the forklift. This was in exchange for them lending us their pallet jack as ours had "disappeared" in the first few hours of the work day, before my boss got there.

08-26-2018
No smoke today, but the weather is overcast, essentially replicating one grey overhead situation for another, save there is more view in the latter situation. After four weeks of smoke, that is, close-in grey sky, it clears. And what do we get? More grey sky. Talk about a summer weather rip-off; all that sunny weather was nixed.

More work today, this time with my former employer of 2015-16; she needed help with putting up nets on her own property's vineyard. She seemed much more relaxed and personable rather than when I worked for her before. Perhaps selling her larger vineyard and winery last year was a good move.

Anyhow, enough shuttling between worksites this weekend, and time to call this one done for the week.

Construction Work

08-14-2018
Started today (Tuesday) on my very first construction job, save that gig of three day one a couple of years ago, which might have been called de-construction, as I was involved in a major renovation, (read, interior demolition) of a certain fast food franchise.

Like all new hires on this site, I had to attend a safety orientation first thing. It was an hour of a video and a half hour of the site safety coordinator speaking. And what on earth was with the guy next to me, surely doing the perp's deed by getting in my way constantly, leaning his chair toward me (his back facing me), and causing me to move my chair away from him. By the end of the show he was leaning his chair back over where I had been sitting. Then he seemed to have prior permission to exit the session in the last 20 minutes, all to return again. And too, straight from the Perp 101 manual, constantly get in the way, or partially so, of the victim's view, in this case the video. I looked around at the other 20 some guys, and every one of them was concentrating on the video or the speaker, she of some considerable butt girth. So what was with this guy, and just why is it, yet again, of having the "bad luck" of sitting next to the one hyperactive Fuckwit of some 20+ guys, who was executing standard perp disruptive functions that I have come to know and loathe so often?

And too, the construction site safety rules call for a day-glo (high-viz) clothing, a vest in this case. A hard hat, and safety toed boots. The latter have been a long running concern, as I bought this pair in about 2009, and they have been in the shop more than I have worn them. The boots kept falling apart, often after a day of use, and I kept fixing them. This would be the first time they have been in use for more than three days, so who knows what the perps got planned for footwear sabotage on this gig. With the now "usual" bad luck, they will likely sabotage them about 80% into the job, and force me to purchase another pair, knowing as they surely do, this is the only safety toe pair I own.

And yes, with some 400 workers on site over six floors, there will be all manner of dudes mostly) around, but yet again, it just seemed that there were no end of them popping out from corners, turning corners when I was going in the opposite way (contraconcentric turning, mostly known with vehicles), and just plain busy-ness around me. Not having worked on such a construction site before, I don't have a pre-harassment reference (notion of normality) as to what I should expect. But if I apply the now usual standard logic of everything is arranged, (since 04-2002), it just seems yet again, the perps are going nuts from the get go.

The guys I work from seem like regular folk, and it seems they are easy to get along with, including the foreman.

08-15-2018
Another perp stunt, usually infrequent for vineyard work, but they jumped me early on this gig; the forced "forget" in taking my drinking water, even if the bottle was right where I make up my lunch. As to how I could do this on my own I have no possible explanation.

And continuing pop-outs (stalkers, aka, arranged events) from every doorway all day long.

08-16-2018
A dental cleaning appointment for 0800h  this morning. All in keeping with the usual job start disruption games that routinely "happen". Last year it was the plentiful doctor appointments that seemed to plague me when I started at a new vineyard with a crew of six.

Dinner with the landlords; they had extra pizza dough and invited me to help finish it up. As part of this seeming informal get together, (a first) they gave me a vacuum cleaner that they seemed not to need. I don't know what it is about vacuum cleaners, but the perps do like to run them in my vicinity; as always, I am circumspect about gifts anyhow. And of course, the perps go silly with extra stalking when receiving or giving gifts, e.g. Christmas.

08-17-2018
It was not enough to shave 2.5 hours off my day yesterday due to a dental cleaning appointment it seems, aka, disruption games. With Monday off (seeing the doctor in Bellevue WA), and yesterday's dental appointment, the perps (as I see it, were up to it again).

Today, no one at the construction site got to work, because a jumper was on the roof, and even though he had been there for six hours before work started at 0700h, this person wasn't communicating. The police had the site blocked off, and so it was that some 400 construction workers were held up from working, me included of course. A whole hour's work for showing up before the foreman called it off, just like some of the other trades. Not a high work hour week by any means, but a very typical start to a new job in this too long abuse-athon.

And to no surprise, the assholes are at their games of medication disruption again. I just wasn't enough to fuck me out of my ADD Rx for 16 years with outrageous, illegal and unconventional interventions, but after a month back on these very useful meds, why, I couldn't get to the walk-in clinic doctor for a Rx re-write because they close later in the day when their daily patient limit come up, so to pay Canadian Rx prices (7x cheaper), until today. And lo, a four day hiatus wasn't enough either: I get a call from the pharmacy over a drug interaction, and it is quite clear that it is no problem given what the respective doses are, (they tell me) but they "need" to phone the doctor anyhow. [Which has now extended over the weekend, as I write this, so at least a week's hiatus and counting]. Just what is it about my fucking ADD Rx that the perps are so insanely entrenched with disrupting and otherwise running abusive interference? Its all about the dopamine obviously, but for crissakes just leave me alone on this one. I have just had fucking enough, even on this one alone.

08-18-2018
It has been smokey all week, as it has been for the prior three weeks, but today it seems extra smoke was called for.  Saturday was the long scheduled leg wax, and then two hours later, a haircut at the same place. Though the assholes started off with a forced wallet "forget"; so I had to make an extra trip to retrieve it. This after plugging the meter, and lo, if that particular stall wasn't occupied when I got back 15 minutes later. Well done assholes; fuck the victim, and fuck the victim again immediately following. Merely riling the victim isn't sufficient; it has always been one of their longstanding stunts to then get the victim again after riling him up. Sometimes for four or five successive iterations. I suppose the extra busy vehicle traffic could count as one more jab at the victim while on the wallet retrieval run.

And just what is it about planting people outside my vehicle while it was parked downtown  today? With six exits or returns from/to my parked vehicle along the same stretch of a short block, (per above) why would Fuckwits be posted there each time? Not the same ones, but the same method of having them stand in the middle of the sidewalk, making themselves out to be oblivious to blocking egress.

08-19-2018
A cleaning day, and trying out my "new" vacuum cleaner. More powerful, and the rotary carpet cleaning head can be turned off while using the hose, unlike the last one. I even got serious, and mopped the linoleum. A purging of vineyard work if you will, as my clothes and boots were also dusty. And as part of that, I cleaned my gummed up Felco secateurs (hand pruners), and put on a new blade. Doubtless a big moment, and one to come, as the perps go silly over new cutting blades, and anything I cut with them, which includes knives, scissors, razor blades etc. And true to form, just when I figured was finishing the job, why, something else comes up and/or goes wrong and it takes another half hour. I have never, ever, known a task to complete early, as the assholes always have something screw up as I am closing in on completion.

Enough for this first week of construction, as disrupted as it has been, and to get this posted.

Smokey Skies Again

08-09-2018
Back to atmospheric smoke haze days again, but not as dense as last year. We have done this three years of the past six, and as the perps just love foggy or hazy conditions, I am not surprised. I suppose inhaling smoke particles could be part of their research agenda, but they also like to dampen the visual scene for whatever reason.

And if that wasn't annoyance enough, they have pulled the "sunscreen in the eye" stunt again, now twice in two days. I ran out of the usual kind, the the replacement sunscreen seems to be unusually more painful. This erupts near the day's end, forcing me often to drive with one eye open, ever serving their games as to what I see with one eye, versus the other. As to how the sunscreen somehow creeps up my face and gets in my eye, I have yet to find an answer, as I never, ever, put it on my forehead.

And what is with the perps being on the rag this morning when making breakfast at my residence? And this evening, after work, they are at it again. While at work in the vineyard they were relatively calm, and not riling me up so intensely. Just the "usual"; flipping items out of my hand, proprioception interference such that they ram my hand into something I would ordinarily miss, planting messes on my counter, sending me to the wrong kitchen cupboard or drawer etc. I must of yelled at them at least 15x for these transitory incursions this morning, but getting me pissed off once just isn't sufficient for them.

And more infuriation this evening, looking for a pair of safety glasses. I had two pairs, one of which was used this winter as ersatz ski goggles as it was so cold some days, but they too have gone missing. All part of my PPE for my job interview tomorrow morning.... as to why I didn't think this one through and get a new pair on the way home I have no fucking idea. I spent at least 1.5 hours going through all my tool and gear bags, but to no avail, though I did re-organize all this stuff I had long "forgot" that I had in each bag.

08-10-2018
Friday, and my last day of vineyard work for 2018. Next week I start my construction job for two or three months. Hopefully all will go well, and I earn some decent money for once in the 16 years (and counting) of this harassment gig. The vineyard boss man even came around with a few beers and we chatted for 30 min. And we chatted about the same duration earlier at my lunch time.

08-13-2018
Monday, and and a seven hour drive back from Bellevue WA to see the ADD doctor. Just when I thought I was getting all things ordered to re-start my ADD medications, he is taking me sideways, and wants a "sleep study", where one wears a headband with electrodes which is connected to a device to record the various wave types. I said it sounds expensive, because I would have to pay for it out of pocket, US prices. He said he professionally must conduct such a study for continuing care to cover the scrutiny he expects, being certified in three fields of medicine. He said he would forward a letter to my regular walk-in clinic (Canadian) doctors to request a referral, and I said that was fine. But if they don't buy into it, or blow this off with some kind of rejoinder like, "its just a CYA US healthcare demand", then it might be the last I see of the Bellevue doctor. Said Bellevue doctor, friendly last time, didn't seem so disposed today, and walked with a distinct limp and with a cane. I asked him about it, and he said he had old injuries flaring up. I sense he must of been in some pain, given his more terse style today. I just don't know what it is, but it seems that good doctors aren't allowed to last; that is, something comes up and I exit their care, entirely due to professional issues. Save my regular GP in 2003 (from 1980), who flat out said he didn't want to see me any more, invoking some BS excuse.

Last night at the hotel in Bellevue, there were some very loud arguments in Spanish coming from two doors down, and the hotel security came the second time and all was quiet after that.

And what was that dull glowing device on the ceiling in the hotel? It was in the center of the room, over the middle of the bed, about 8" square with a plastic panel and a dull white light glowing from it. It was wired from the hallway, with the covered wire raceway attached to the ceiling after running down the corner of the wall and ceiling. It wasn't a smoke detector or CO2 detector, as those were separate devices.

A seven hour drive today, and it was considerably more smokey today, from Snoqualmie Pass to Penticton. I see they had some big brush fires along I90 near W Columbia River gorge, with even guardrail posts burned to the ground in some places.  Some smaller ones along Hwy 97, N of Wenatchee too. In either case, if they had been raging during my trip, it would of been considerably more congested along any detour routes.

Yoga this evening, and lo, after some 3-5 yogis for the past four weeks, why, some 15 of them came for my class after today's seven hour drive. The weather hadn't changed much, and hot yoga on a hot day hadn't been a big seller until today. Perhaps it was the line of three dudes who just "needed" to take off their shirts for crissakes, back to that again. One being a E. Indian with dark brown skin, the last one to come into the practice room. As always, I haven't figured out the why and wherefore for these seeming arranged configurations of yogis; usually about 80% new, and 20% ones I recognize from past classes, even if the same class every Monday. One time they had dancers from a regular group come, and the instructor thanked "all those who came on short notice, especially you guys" (pointing to the dancers). They looked rather pained at being identified, as well as being associated with the apparent prior organization of the class members. Well, at least it has been confirmed once.

Anyhow, enough to get this posted for the week.


[A note to the TI person who left a comment, that requested it be deleted (not posted), which I did:

it is very possible you inadvertently mentioned in our conversation some items that are particular sore points with me from the initial intense harassment onset days (2002-3), when I was dealing with the succession of criminal doctors and the wretched First Feral Family, all spouting the same ridiculous nonsense that just didn't add up. And that your questions were entirely of  innocent origin and intent. (As is stepping in metaphoric "cow pies" that you didn't know were there). If so, I humbly apologize for my reactions as stated in my earlier blog posting. Yes, I do claim to be heavily mind controlled, and too, this all could of been yet another wedge driven between TI's, something that is quite common. Though this would be the first instance in my case. And please feel free to talk to me about it on the phone at your convenience.]

The Perception Deception

08-04-2018
I met a TI today with whom I have had phone contact for perhaps a year. She was stopping by on the way up north. We didn't see eye to eye on the phone, so to speak, but anyway, a seeming legitimate TI.

But just what is it about those I meet, who deny my experiences? The First Feral Family quislings were the first lot, and I roundly trounced them on the details, and all I got was silence, not any kind of further engagement, validation or further interest, let alone empathy as to this tyrannical abuse that I experienced then, somewhat less now. And now, I have met a TI, who suggested more than once in today's personal encounter, suggesting "perhaps it was your perception that ..x... occurred". NO, and NO fucking way. If a 10" square of stiff sheet mu metal crumpled up in my hand as I was holding a corner of it, unbidden by any action on my part, then that is exactly what fucking happened. End of tune. (I could not of crumpled it myself anyhow, even with two hands, because it was too stiff and I would of cut my fingers up). That I was challenged on at least four other unconventional events I experienced and conveyed, answered with the "perhaps it was your perception" line, leads me to think this meeting was one elaborate perp ruse. It is the same line as those wretched sick assed perfidious shills called psychiatrists use, and I am sick fed up of ANYONE telling me that my perceptions are different from my reality. And don't give me this holographic experience bunkum either. All this while the parade of noisy HD motorcycles transited past. Woo hoo.

Another annoyance coming from this TI was the sideways allusion to what I experience daily in the realm of plasma beams, and their repeating patterns, as well as masers, just might have something to do with my ADD medication. NO and NO again. Been there, had it done to me. The Psychopathic terrorists invaded my apartment in Seattle in 04-2002 with a large number of unconventional weapons and exposition of forces, and then later ran me into hospital where they took my very useful (and hard won, no doubt arranged too) medication away and this whole "light show" of electromagnetic phenomenon has not abated since then, and still persists, ADD medication or not. Some 16 years of being forced off my very useful medication, culminating in prostate cancer, which IMHO would never of happened had the assholes left me alone as dopamine mediates the immune system, means that this whole shit show of constantly been kept in maser beams and/or having plasma flashes flitting about proves beyond doubt that it is externally arranged and has nothing to do with any medication whatsoever. (Even two shrinks said I was being harassed).

Just to be clear; my ADD medications (prior to 2002, when all this abuse rained down (or reigned, if you prefer) on me) have absolutely nothing to do with any visual abberations that I see, usually in the form of of plasma beams and masers. After a 16 year long hiatus from them, and only now resumed for only four weeks at a low dose, these electromagnetic light phenomenon have continued, and increased over this 16 year duration. And too, it might well be related to the fact that I am kept in a densified magnetic field, last measured in about 2008-9, when it was 1600 Gauss, when the normal magnetic background field is around 0.5 Gauss. A very large difference.

Hint to all you empathetic wannabes (if there any); if you want to exhibit basic decency to a TI, do NOT ever attempt to deny their experiences, nor make any allusions or insinuations as to it coming from other sources than the TI identifies, and in all likelihood, has spent years experiencing and analyzing. Especially that "all in your head" or "its your perception" bullshit.

As to why I didn't identify and denounce these particular intrigues while speaking with the TI indicates to me that this was a result of externally imposed mind control. As you can tell, I get incensed when I get this denial line, especially from those who don't want to explore the details and do their own analysis. And the extreme lack of analytical interest, let alone thought, is the universal characteristic of all those who somehow have unfounded alternate suggestions or explanations. Hardly a coincidence.

And speaking of masers, those blackish blobs that are aimed at me, the assholes have resumed another of their rarefied idiocies. Every time I use the toilet paper, a maser blob emanates from underneath the paper that I have pulled, perhaps from the roll itself, and passes through the single pulled sheet, and then continues to nail me in the eye, though without harm. They were pulling this particular stunt in the winter this year, and have now resumed it. I have no idea why they are so fixated on ass wipe, but they have been from the start of this abuse-athon since 04-2002, and passing masers from the roll through a single pulled sheet (just before I am about to break it off) is just the latest in this epic and relentless insanity (theirs) that I have been cast into.

For the record, even in 2003, I complained to the shrink during one consult that I am being dithered (not allowed) to break the toilet paper off at the perforation, as there was nearly always a tear into the sheet. When before they struck in their apartment invasion of 04-2002, I had absolutely no problem in separating toilet paper on the perforation. As to why a billion dollar budgeted outfit with alien-like extraconventional technologies has to harass the living piss out of me over my use of ass wipe (as one example of thousands) for over 16 years, I have no idea. Just leave the fuck alone.

08-05-2018
Sunday, and a hot weekend day off, reaching 36C where I went hiking, and tanning. As "usual", the perps messed up my morning so I didn't get to the trailhead until 1130h, a long standing piss off that has gone on for these past 16 years of this abuse-athon. Before they struck, I was nearly always at the trailhead (anywhere) at 0900-1000h. Now, it is nearly noon for crissakes and it just riles the piss out of me that I am not allowed to keep my own good habits. Which of course, messes up the whole tanning schedule I had planned, as it was an hour hike to my particular location.

And I see they put two 1" slashes in my portable cot that I packed in. "Somehow" these appeared underneath me while on the cot, and should they have been caused by a rock, I would of surely felt it. This constant need for the perps to trash, damage and defile any object that I own, especially ones that I like or find useful, goes on unabated.

I am going to call this one done and post it for the week, short as it is.