03-20-2019
A busy week for helicopter coverage while working in the vineyard. A Sikorsky S-64 Skycrane, (now called an Erickson Aircrane) flew over last week, and only 40 built. Not bad for rare aircraft. Though I still think the Boeing AWAC aircraft low flyover sometime in 2004-6 over my perp abetting parent's place just as I opened the garage door and stepped outside was the aircraft event that still takes the cake. (And such perfect timing too; exiting or entering buildings is a prime gangstalking moment). There are no Canadian AWAC aircraft, so what was this US military aircraft doing there and why so low?
Today, two Bell 212's or like, (Bells though), in formation, the same color, one leading and the other behind, flying the same course. Very strange that two, apparently civilian, helicopters would fly in formation. And no less, each with a pulsing greyish-black cloud around them, which I take to be a maser field (magnetic radiation).
The EC-120's (helicopters) were also abounding, perhaps some 10 flyovers on the day. More maser emanations from them too. Just what the perps get from these flyovers, save the magnetic pulse from them to me, I don't know. Very often they follow a rotary wing (helicopter) with an fixed wing flyover. And too, they even have fixed wing aircraft in formation as well, these seeming flying clubs. But it is the helicopter formations that spook me the most, as there aren't any hobby helicopter clubs that I am aware of in these here parts, especially the medium lift models.
03-27-2019
Back from a three day trip to Victoria to go through my files for the years 1999-2002, the years I lived in the USA, Everett and Seattle. The last most year was when they outed themselves, making their malevolent and insanely abusive role evident rather than keeping me as a naive subject/victim.
I must prove that I was there for the Pension application review folks, and I didn't have all the papers with me here. I went through all the divorce papers, hoping to find copies, but didn't owing the fact that the legal process requires all these financial issues on their forms, and copies of other financial documents isn't permitted. But it was a trip down memory lane, dealing with the ex through my lawyer, and all the stupid angst, and legal costs she generated as a consequence. She even dropped her lawyer and made application to go to court, a laughable premise. Laughable because hardly anyone goes to court in marriage dissolution cases unless there is huge pots of money at stake, which was definitely not the situation. And of course her lawyer wouldn't participate in this lunacy, hence being dropped. So... with a court date impending, my lawyer prepared for the case, and we went to the pre-hearing meeting conducted by a junior legal system representative (a "Master" in this legal jurisdiction). The ex's "case" fell apart within 5 minutes or less, as the Master asked her for witnesses to her assertions, and she had none. She thought she could make unsubstantiated statements as "evidence" for crissakes. The brief that my lawyer prepared was 5" thick, and as soon as I saw it, I saw serious legal expenses. Sure enough, that stunt by the ex cost me $13k alone, never mind my legal costs before and after. Anyhow, the ex then re-retained the same lawyer and eventually it got settled. All this came back to me as I was troving through the legal documents. Even then, I wondered how the ex came upon this method to drain me of $13k, and what defense one has against spurious legal machinations. As far as I know, none; if one party wants to make a legal ass of themselves by acting alone, and intends to go to court, it seems the other party is obliged to prepare for its eventuality. Or maybe there is a way out before the lawyer gets busy with brief preparation, but it still eludes me.
Anyhow, by dint of some kind of fluke (not that I believe in such things any more), the missing tax return of 1999 with original W2's was there in my records, "somehow" misfiled, but not the TY2000 records. The tax records don't declare employment start and end dates, so I looked for bank statements but they were all gone for 1999 and 2000, but there for 2001 and 2002. I looked for my 1999 and 2000 pay statements from two employers, but they too were gone, though similarly all there for 2001 and 2002. Back in 2001 I discovered by 1999 and 2000 tax returns missing a week after a visit from the ex and our daughter. While at the pool with my daughter at my ex's suggestion, I did see the ex at the window of my apartment where my desk was. I am quite sure she stole them, but it was only on this Victoria visit of the last three days and finding other missing pay and expense records missing for those same two years did it occur to me that the ex stole more than my tax records. As her visit was in 2001, I surmise she didn't take 2001 records as that would of been readily detectable as I the files were active. So it would seem, she stole the records from the prior inactive years, 1999 and 2000. And as the whole process of divorce negotiation revolves around income and expenses, it just seems too convenient for those vital documents to all go missing for those two years alone. I wonder if her lawyer put her up to this. And in the least, her lawyer could of requested the tax returns (but didn't).
So should I request the return of my documents from the ex? Not that she is the kind to admit to anything, but what did I do to get such a snake? Nothing; she was planted on me by the Psychopaths, and this was some kind of exercise in jerking my ass around, even if 20 years later, but hopefully the last round.
And why didn't it dawn on me at the time in 2001 that the ex might of stolen more that the tax records after I discovered the 1999 and 2000 records missing? Why, getting mind-fucked to ensure the most disadvantageous outcome just might be the reason. As far as the perps go, adding misery on top of adversity (e.g. financially impaired ex's, with a penchant to lie) is what they do best. Get the victim (TI) when he is down, and get him again. The perps have been totally consistent in financially sabotaging me through all my life when they know I am fiscally conservative. No one in my family is profligate; all are assiduous savers and very economically driven, and I am no different, and yet the perps saw to it that I was severely sabotaged all my adult years via their proxies (the ex) or else other matters that just "happen" to go wrong (i.e. get expensive). It just makes one wonder as to how they go about selecting these saboteurs to then be injected into my life. How do they find such fuck-ups with such amazing consistency?
03-28-2019
Back from a trip to the SOF supermarket; and why the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) Fuckwit in uniform first paralleling me and then passing in front of me when I entered the store. Don't these uniformed Fuckwits have enough to do rather than parade their outrageous guts in public at 2030h, never mind adding on all their gear to make them appear all the more portly? Or was it that he was unshaven and decidedly brown in complexion? I don't know, or care; but it was made quite clear on numerous occasions to me after 04-2002 when this reign of terror and error descended on me that the police were mere stooges for the Psychopathic Confederacy. Why even the FBI wouldn't reply to my double registered letter to them outlining my experiences as a victim of electromagnetic weapons. You would think they might of phoned me up if they were curious, dontcha think?
And why the constant flurry of vehicles around me when I exit the mall, get in my vehicle and drive off, making a few turns in doing so? A dead night at the mall, being a Thursday, but they (five of them) suddenly pop out to cruise around and make a turn in front or behind me. And too, the Fuckwit in the Volvo that timed his backing up to get in the way of me with my headlights aimed at his vehicle as I intended to pass behind his parked vehicle. But no, as I proceeded in the mall parking lot, he then times his backing up to get in my way and force me around him and cross the vacant roadway onto the other side. I cannot count the occasions the Fuckwits have vehicles to (safely) force me to cross into the oncoming lane. The near-ubiquity of alternating traffic at roadworks being another variation on this theme of changing up my intended vehicle path, a seeming vignette in their long running and highly consistent game of putzing with the anisotropic properties of the ether, the energetic field, and presumably, my bioenergetic interaction. Something like that.
Enough for a posting for this week, even if four days late.
Thursday, March 28, 2019
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Leg Pain Torture
03-17-2019
A week's wrap up in one day's posting. I "somehow" got slack and haven't kept up with the train of events as they occurred over the week, so this is going from memory, and doubtless some of the imposed harassment will go unrecorded here. And my paper diary hasn't been kept up for the last three years either, after being a faithful diarist since 04-2002 when all this rain (or reign) of abuse came down with such suddenness. I have been derailed by Netflix' "Spartacus" TV series of late. About time there was something a little more interesting on TV, a medium I had long given up on for its cultivated blandness and manipulated storylines. Though in keeping with current entertainment industry wretchedness, it would seem that the Spartacus casting was PC; I just don't think Asians were in ancient Rome, nor Negroes in such profusion. Imagine that, retroactive racial re-balancing of history via the (...? controlled) media.
And in keeping with the intense abuse days of 04-2002 to 01-2003, the assholes pulled severe leg pains in my thighs a few night ago, about one third up from my knees and turned inward. (Same as reported in the previous posting). And no less, matching pains, that is, in the same identical mirror image location on each leg. This new site (muscle group) of remotely applied muscle cramping effectively made walking very difficult, and was extremely painful. That I was screaming at the assholes was a given, and they seem to know how much I am receiving. I took on a new walk habit to relieve the pain, so I could walk the pain off, and lo, if the assholes didn't immediately relocate the locus of the pain a few inches away to then thwart my plan, as the walking suddenly became more pained. Talk about dynamic adaptation to infliction of pain by remote means and remote pain detection methods; these guys are good. And it is no surprise, because they were doing this back in 2002; they could adjust the pain level up or down, depending on where they wanted to keep me. What is new is that they are pulling this intense torture again, and then thwarting my means to alleviate it. This takes place at night almost without fail; for whatever reason I don't know, but they would have their reasons.
The next night they pulled this pain again, with the same high intensity, but only in my right leg. Same result; screaming at the assholes and a hobbled walk (at best) to relieve the pain. That I had a knot in my muscle for the next two days was unexpected, as they don't usually continue with residual effects from this kind of torture.
Now some three days later, and I am fine now. And just what is the purpose of this? Testing pairs of specific muscle groups perhaps, or pain to brain and back again neural activity or what? I don't care, just leave me the fuck alone.
Plenty of helicopters overhead at the vineyard where I am working this past week. At least 20 per day. The Bell 212's and 214's, EC 120's, and lo, a slow flying Sikorsky S-64 Sky Crane (now Ericsson Aircrane) too. A rare bird indeed, 40 built apparently.
And more hounding my ass in the SOF supermarket again, the "penalty" of going there at 1800h instead of my usual later 2000h. They skunked me for the first time on the chocolate croissants, as in none there when there has always been some since this dietary "need" came on about six months ago. And to no surprise, they had a stalker in place for each time I came around, making multiple visits in an attempt to shop alone, unstalked. They like to post gangstalkers whenever I am put through a "dashed expectations" stunt, and this was no exception. The same rotation of four Fuckwit gangstalkers kept showing up almost at every turn; eventually I just bailed from grocery shopping, being so fucking fed up on being so obviously hounded.
And an orb of green colored plasma was cruising along the entrance in my bedroom the other night. It was about 8" in diameter and was slowly moving along a linear path about 3' from my head and 6" off the floor and I "somehow" awakened to see it. Hardly a coincidence, but it is rare that the assholes let me see some of their unconventional technology in action. Again, like the above mentioned pain imposition abuse in 2002, when they also let me see many such plasma balls, this would be the first in some 10 years that I have witnessed one so obvious. Most of their plasma games are fleeting (flashes often), less than a second or so, but this traveling orb was about a 5 second long occurrence.
My landlords are back from a 8 week holiday in Mexico; no more house attending or snow removal duties. And no poetic justice of one last snowfall for him to clear as the weather has gone from below 0C to 10C in the last few days, and will be even warmer this week. There was a 6" dump of snow six days ago that I duly cleared, likely the last for the season.
And in keeping with the Mexico connection in all this, perhaps a component of the perps' geographic visitation games, that is surrogates for me who get to visit other parts of the world, my employers are going away for a week today. Whatever; the Mexico connection has been curious, as I worked with Mexicans in my 2008-11 farm working days, but when I moved to Penticton for vineyard work, I haven't worked with any despite their prevalence. I suppose the perps have a repeat planned, whereby I will end up working with Mexicans in the vineyards, but it is most curious that this theme was suddenly cut off. Perhaps the landlords and employers are surrogates for the Mexicans in some kind of earth-energy variance experimentation. I don't know, or care. Just leave me the fuck alone.
Anyhow, another week of TI existence passes with nothing too exciting on the horizon, just the way I want it.
A week's wrap up in one day's posting. I "somehow" got slack and haven't kept up with the train of events as they occurred over the week, so this is going from memory, and doubtless some of the imposed harassment will go unrecorded here. And my paper diary hasn't been kept up for the last three years either, after being a faithful diarist since 04-2002 when all this rain (or reign) of abuse came down with such suddenness. I have been derailed by Netflix' "Spartacus" TV series of late. About time there was something a little more interesting on TV, a medium I had long given up on for its cultivated blandness and manipulated storylines. Though in keeping with current entertainment industry wretchedness, it would seem that the Spartacus casting was PC; I just don't think Asians were in ancient Rome, nor Negroes in such profusion. Imagine that, retroactive racial re-balancing of history via the (...? controlled) media.
And in keeping with the intense abuse days of 04-2002 to 01-2003, the assholes pulled severe leg pains in my thighs a few night ago, about one third up from my knees and turned inward. (Same as reported in the previous posting). And no less, matching pains, that is, in the same identical mirror image location on each leg. This new site (muscle group) of remotely applied muscle cramping effectively made walking very difficult, and was extremely painful. That I was screaming at the assholes was a given, and they seem to know how much I am receiving. I took on a new walk habit to relieve the pain, so I could walk the pain off, and lo, if the assholes didn't immediately relocate the locus of the pain a few inches away to then thwart my plan, as the walking suddenly became more pained. Talk about dynamic adaptation to infliction of pain by remote means and remote pain detection methods; these guys are good. And it is no surprise, because they were doing this back in 2002; they could adjust the pain level up or down, depending on where they wanted to keep me. What is new is that they are pulling this intense torture again, and then thwarting my means to alleviate it. This takes place at night almost without fail; for whatever reason I don't know, but they would have their reasons.
The next night they pulled this pain again, with the same high intensity, but only in my right leg. Same result; screaming at the assholes and a hobbled walk (at best) to relieve the pain. That I had a knot in my muscle for the next two days was unexpected, as they don't usually continue with residual effects from this kind of torture.
Now some three days later, and I am fine now. And just what is the purpose of this? Testing pairs of specific muscle groups perhaps, or pain to brain and back again neural activity or what? I don't care, just leave me the fuck alone.
Plenty of helicopters overhead at the vineyard where I am working this past week. At least 20 per day. The Bell 212's and 214's, EC 120's, and lo, a slow flying Sikorsky S-64 Sky Crane (now Ericsson Aircrane) too. A rare bird indeed, 40 built apparently.
And more hounding my ass in the SOF supermarket again, the "penalty" of going there at 1800h instead of my usual later 2000h. They skunked me for the first time on the chocolate croissants, as in none there when there has always been some since this dietary "need" came on about six months ago. And to no surprise, they had a stalker in place for each time I came around, making multiple visits in an attempt to shop alone, unstalked. They like to post gangstalkers whenever I am put through a "dashed expectations" stunt, and this was no exception. The same rotation of four Fuckwit gangstalkers kept showing up almost at every turn; eventually I just bailed from grocery shopping, being so fucking fed up on being so obviously hounded.
And an orb of green colored plasma was cruising along the entrance in my bedroom the other night. It was about 8" in diameter and was slowly moving along a linear path about 3' from my head and 6" off the floor and I "somehow" awakened to see it. Hardly a coincidence, but it is rare that the assholes let me see some of their unconventional technology in action. Again, like the above mentioned pain imposition abuse in 2002, when they also let me see many such plasma balls, this would be the first in some 10 years that I have witnessed one so obvious. Most of their plasma games are fleeting (flashes often), less than a second or so, but this traveling orb was about a 5 second long occurrence.
My landlords are back from a 8 week holiday in Mexico; no more house attending or snow removal duties. And no poetic justice of one last snowfall for him to clear as the weather has gone from below 0C to 10C in the last few days, and will be even warmer this week. There was a 6" dump of snow six days ago that I duly cleared, likely the last for the season.
And in keeping with the Mexico connection in all this, perhaps a component of the perps' geographic visitation games, that is surrogates for me who get to visit other parts of the world, my employers are going away for a week today. Whatever; the Mexico connection has been curious, as I worked with Mexicans in my 2008-11 farm working days, but when I moved to Penticton for vineyard work, I haven't worked with any despite their prevalence. I suppose the perps have a repeat planned, whereby I will end up working with Mexicans in the vineyards, but it is most curious that this theme was suddenly cut off. Perhaps the landlords and employers are surrogates for the Mexicans in some kind of earth-energy variance experimentation. I don't know, or care. Just leave me the fuck alone.
Anyhow, another week of TI existence passes with nothing too exciting on the horizon, just the way I want it.
Monday, March 04, 2019
What Are the Cops Realy For?
03-04-2019
A Craigslist posting, unrelated to me I hasten to add; here is the cleaned up text before the content at the link goes poof;
And another link to the above mentioned Robert Pickton case, which is unequivocal; the RCMP had enough evidence for a search warrant in 1999 and the killer wasn't apprehended until 2002. This from a woman RCMP officer involved in the case.
And the police (RCMP here, aka, Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) do seem to "happen" to be around me much more than the pre-04-2002 usual. Why, they even come to the SOF supermarket to do their stalking in uniform for crissakes. I went to a nearby drug store I don't normally frequent to get a certain doctor recommended iron supplement about two years ago, and lo, if they didn't put on a blonde woman police officer just to hang around when I got this over-the-counter item. Exciting police work for sure. And it was two weeks ago that they parked a police car next to mine at the mall, an escalation of their curious presence, and so I took a picture, which I was going to post here. And lo, if it just didn't disappear off my phone. Way too convenient.
So what are these police really for in the TI context? I could not truthfully say that they are entirely perp puppets, because they come a cropper sometimes and look absolutely foolish, and on the odd occasion they unfortunately suffer a fatality in the course of duty. But it just seems that they know a whole lot more of what is going on besides the law enforcement angle. And it seems that even the above mentioned Wally Oppal in his 1500pp report "somehow" didn't get to the bottom of the Surrey RCMP's bumbling, fumbling and wilful obstruction. In fact, I heard on the news at the time of the inquiry that a witness said that Pickton (the serial killer) was protected by the bikers, and therefore the police wouldn't touch him. A very interesting line of inquiry should of developed from this, but instead, the investigator, Wally Oppal, shut the witness down right then and there.
03-05-2019
A day of pruning vines in the vineyard; curiously the owners had the winery locked up all day even if they were at their adjacent house. Normally it is unlocked at the back and I have my breaks and lunch there. But for some curious reason, and without any prior notification, the norm to date, why, it was locked all day. I had my first break in my vehicle, but at lunch I needed to take a piss, and drove some 10 minutes back to my place. Like WTF; the owners are decent people, they always communicated the winery access status to me in advance, and now today, squat.
As it "so happens" my vineyard co-worker was also away today, so she wasn't put out either. Sounds like too much of a coincidence. Just one of those days when the perps didn't want me to have any interaction with anyone at work. Save the tourist when I "happened" to arrive after lunch and he was looking to taste wine, and I explained to him that the wine shop was only open Thurs.-Sun. at this time of year. After I told him that, he gives me this half furtive, half scared glance, and says thanks.
And what is this escalated shit of late; I am getting no end of stares and furtive glances for no reason whatsoever. Passing motorists, pedestrians etc. Go fuck yourselves or else tell me what is it exactly that you see that makes you scared shitless.
Another item to pick up at the Post Office, a high-gangstalking event for sure, and today was no exception. I had a parcel to pick up last week, and I got my extra obvious "droogie" stalker outside, and then the Fuckwit came inside when I was heading out.
This time it was a large-ish (fat bare calves) blonde woman in the long coat which "happened" to be the same color of brown as my vehicle interior. She doing the lead-ahead stalking some 40' ahead, and lo, if she didn't enter the same store as the PO, and lo, if she didn't "happen" to need to go to the PO desk ahead of me. I waited where one is supposed to wait, and lo, if this Scottish Fuckwit woman arrives behind me and didn't "need" to disrupt me as I "happened" to be standing in front of the mail box. Then this Scottish Fuckwit woman decided not to mail her letters and instead hang back (stalk as I see it) and once the brown coated stalker woman had finished, ask the PO clerk about the mail pick up times.
As it was after 1600h, and the Scottish Fuckwit woman thought mail pick up was 1700h, she missed the pick up. I just don't get this shit, as why this woman had to intervene before my turn for some information that was posted on the mail box, and besides, the mail would be there for tomorrow's pick up, as the clerk explained. What is it about the Fuckwits that they need to butt in, or interject? That wasn't all the action either; another younger woman without a coat, a seeming store staff member, just "needed" to hang around, almost like a shopper, but not quite. She then zooms in just after I finished to talk to the PO clerk. An instance of having a planted Fuckwit "needing" to yak with the PO clerk before and another after my transaction. No cash was exchanged, it was just a pick up.
The PO clerk was also acting up; not that I had seen him there before, as it seems I get a different PO clerk each time I go there. I give him my delivery notice and my ID together, he then checks on the system for my parcel, and then asks me for my ID. Like WTF; I point to my ID in his hand, tell him "that is it", and he says, "oh yeah". That wasn't dumb, that was playing dumb IMHO, again, having never set eyes on the twit before.
Which brings to mind other variations of visits to this same PO; last year when I picked up a parcel of my landlord's who were away on vacation, (and with their permission), as I have the same address and it was permissible. That is, picking up a parcel but not taking permanent possession as the item wasn't mine. And of course, there have been a few financial transactions at this same PO due to the parcel border crossing ransom that is the norm in Canada. So do we have enough variations on parcel pickup at the PO? Perhaps in something like in a detailed Master Harassment Spreadsheet; picking up and taking possession, picking up for someone else with no permanent possession, picking up and taking possession with no financial transaction, picking up and taking possession with a financial transaction, etc. (Never mind the brown (parcel) color fixation of the perps' for now). On and on it goes, this relentless litany of minor variations on picking up a parcel for crissakes, now 16+years into this insane abuse-athon. And can you imagine all the variations there must be for all the normal things that I do in a day, like the rest of the normal world. That must be one very big Spreadsheet, aka, The Harassment and Abuse Delivery Database or whatever euphemistic name they would be likely to use.
And perhaps this whole PO stake-out was over the fact that I took possession of the parcel, because the perp assholes blanked me out as to who the parcel was from (and thereby, what was in it), which was most curious as I haven't ordered many things and I normally don't forget when there are a few inbound parcels. After dodging the Fuckwits changing their ambulatory trajectory on my store exit, and suffering some more furtive glances, I get outside with my brown boxed parcel, and why, there is the same "droogie" Fuckwit stalker from last week, doing the same act again, hovering bent over at his bicycle. All this shit over going to the Post Office for crissakes. And how long have humans had organized mail systems for; like over 200 years and here are the insane Fuckwits who surely must have been stalking others covertly all this time, and for some reason need to round on me when I pick up a parcel. Insane perps.
03-07-2019
A round of severe painful cramps last night, like 7x; it was so bad I was screaming at the assholes. And for the first time, they have located the cramps in my thighs, about 1/3 up from my knee, and on the inner side, and cramp target location makes it very difficult to walk it off. As in barely able to walk, save for some strange walk method on my tip toes. This went on from 1130h to 0100h, and then at 0330h, they hit me again. The latter was totally out of order, as they have never until last night, had such a large time span between cramp attacks. "Normally" they have the cramp attacks go on and off over an hour or two. And also, who ever heard of cramps in one's legs in identical locations at the very same time? I am no leg cramp expert, but this too was a first for me. Maybe they put on a new Abuse Technician and forgot to tell the shit that he has to make them seem "natural". Or else they decided to up the ante and dump the "natural" cover story; just screw the victim harder as they haven't yet got the results they were looking for in the some four years of leg cramp attacks.
03-09-2019
Unemployment benefits obstruction continues, this time the EI outfit (in Canada) has delayed a "decision", a gratuitous and capricious obstruction if there ever was one. They said they would make a "decision" by March 6, and now it is March 9 (Friday) and they still haven't done so. I am absolutely livid that I got hung out to dry for two months without the paperwork (Record of Employment, ROE) that every employer is required by law to supply in five days, and finally, after writing a firm but polite email to the CFO (for crissakes, its a brain-dead book keeper function, which I know from someone who routinely performed this task), and a copy to the CEO (whom I met a few times, - nice guy) do I get any action for the ROE paperwork. The CFO (finally) delivered the day after my email, and perhaps it was the CEO who got on his ass, I don't know, but it was the fastest the CFO ever moved on this matter in two months.
But deliver he did, the electronic ROE to the EI Unemployment benefits outfit. And I see the new ROE online, which their "notification" system somehow failed to tell me about, and I saw that they will make a "decision" on March 6. And what is this utter shit about a "decision"? All they have to do is their due diligence, ensure that all the electronic paperwork is legitimate, and then change my status to one who is legitimately receiving unemployment benefits. And now, the message reads that they will make a "decision" soon, which their "notification" system also failed to tell me about. (At least they are on top of their messaging updates, once I find them). Like WTF; there are NO excuses, NO dodges, NO reasons; just pay out my EI claim even if the paper work was two months late through no fault of mine.
As I see it, the unemployment benefits outfit has decided to add insult to injury, and delay my benefits for utterly no reason. And if they had any gumption, they would go after the CFO and fine him the $2000 and put him in the slammer for six months; all possible penalties for not supplying the ROE within the required time frame. And if they really wanted to make a point, one that I was going to do, contact the chartered accountant body in this province and make a formal complaint. All these are revenge fantasies for sure. But what is the fucking point of holding up my rightful benefits for three weeks on top of eight weeks? On second thought, now that my analytical rational paranoia has kicked in; they have another screw-over in the works, and are going to pull something big. Stay tuned.
And why am I rationally paranoid in dealing with federal government bureaucracies, especially ones who don't permit one to send messages to them? Why, in 2005, 2006, and 2007, the infernal CRA (IRS equivalent in the US with a whole lot more resources, organization and tenacity), asked me for the same paperwork as to my divorce agreement three years in a row. In 2006, when I pointed this out to them in my letter accompanying their requested document that they already had this on file from the previous year, I got no response. (No surprise). And I did the same thing again in the same circumstances in 2007, with the same outcome. Just senseless repetition over the same item for no reason. And when one lives in TI World, where everything is scripted to the microsecond (it seems), these aren't just auto-generated dictats from a tax collector with a wonky computer. In the least it is a purposeful and directed harassment of a selected victim, no matter the trivial excuses.
And can my vineyard co-worker cross paths enough" Not the gangstalker kind where they need to have someone step on the same ground as I do in the shortest possible time, but it just seems the coincidence factor is increasing. First at the same vineyard, then on bottling, and then she says she is going to Victoria in a few weeks (as am I), and today she says she is going to Kaleden this weekend, as am I. Not forgetting she pruned five rows at this same vineyard last year, though she wasn't there when I was. She is a nice person and I enjoy talking to her, but can we make it more obvious? Of course the perps can, and they sometimes will take up the challenge that I make.
I got hit with a nap attack for 1.5 hours tonight; they have been quite rare since the ADD medication started in 07-2018, but this is the second time in a week.
Anyhow, enough for a week and to get this posted.
A Craigslist posting, unrelated to me I hasten to add; here is the cleaned up text before the content at the link goes poof;
Catch 22- for Surrey's (Royal Canadian Mounted Police, RCMP) top brass, caught in the act, abusing 1 million+ to 1.5? Two and a half yrs and counting and a crew of 25 impact people caught staging crime scenes for drug and rape charges on me,, with 12 botched attempts over this time period, they do this by using prostitutes and drug addicts for planting incriminating evidence for conviction!!,, Coincidentally the 2 girls they used on me at end of 2016, 1 was a 30yr vet or (pet)of Surrey/Langley RCMP,, informant/setup girl/prostitute.other not that long,,,but both convicted Kevin Sharp in 2014,, then end of 2016 tried me!! """Botched""""well the hookers ,, get crime stoppers checks and police get promoted and bonuses..they get rewarded!! Well now there in a position::: what do we do now?? All this money!! Tax payers money!!! So either they charge me on staged/fake crime scenes evidence,, or take a chance with my incriminating evidence against Surreys top brass.my evidence is overwelming, including recording of police entering my truck and planting evidence!! Dirty!dirty. Media, newspapers premiers, prime minister, on and on etc from west coast to east coast and all aware of this case that will be brought to public's attention!! Eventually!! Maybe some questions should be asked to the top brass of Surrey RCMP about spending tax dollars on fake crime scenes that could not happen!! Without there knowledge!! Period!! Reply to Surreys top brass for answers!Surrey, British Columbia, being the biggest detachment of the RCMP in the province, and incidentally a sordid history of obstructing serial killer investigations, with specifically with respect to the Robert Pickton serial murder case. (And in the link, it seems the investigator Wally Oppal, didn't want to know the details either). And if the above rant is accurate, they seem to be up to staging crime scenes. Possibly to entrap this person, but I don't know. But I have seen a few staged traffic accident scenes in the past, back in 2003-2005, when they were hot on my ass, backing down from the intense abuse and torture days of 04-2002 to year end. Though I suspect the complainant has more serious issues than those ridiculous drive-by "shows" the local Victoria police (not the RCMP) put on for me.
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And another link to the above mentioned Robert Pickton case, which is unequivocal; the RCMP had enough evidence for a search warrant in 1999 and the killer wasn't apprehended until 2002. This from a woman RCMP officer involved in the case.
And the police (RCMP here, aka, Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) do seem to "happen" to be around me much more than the pre-04-2002 usual. Why, they even come to the SOF supermarket to do their stalking in uniform for crissakes. I went to a nearby drug store I don't normally frequent to get a certain doctor recommended iron supplement about two years ago, and lo, if they didn't put on a blonde woman police officer just to hang around when I got this over-the-counter item. Exciting police work for sure. And it was two weeks ago that they parked a police car next to mine at the mall, an escalation of their curious presence, and so I took a picture, which I was going to post here. And lo, if it just didn't disappear off my phone. Way too convenient.
So what are these police really for in the TI context? I could not truthfully say that they are entirely perp puppets, because they come a cropper sometimes and look absolutely foolish, and on the odd occasion they unfortunately suffer a fatality in the course of duty. But it just seems that they know a whole lot more of what is going on besides the law enforcement angle. And it seems that even the above mentioned Wally Oppal in his 1500pp report "somehow" didn't get to the bottom of the Surrey RCMP's bumbling, fumbling and wilful obstruction. In fact, I heard on the news at the time of the inquiry that a witness said that Pickton (the serial killer) was protected by the bikers, and therefore the police wouldn't touch him. A very interesting line of inquiry should of developed from this, but instead, the investigator, Wally Oppal, shut the witness down right then and there.
03-05-2019
A day of pruning vines in the vineyard; curiously the owners had the winery locked up all day even if they were at their adjacent house. Normally it is unlocked at the back and I have my breaks and lunch there. But for some curious reason, and without any prior notification, the norm to date, why, it was locked all day. I had my first break in my vehicle, but at lunch I needed to take a piss, and drove some 10 minutes back to my place. Like WTF; the owners are decent people, they always communicated the winery access status to me in advance, and now today, squat.
As it "so happens" my vineyard co-worker was also away today, so she wasn't put out either. Sounds like too much of a coincidence. Just one of those days when the perps didn't want me to have any interaction with anyone at work. Save the tourist when I "happened" to arrive after lunch and he was looking to taste wine, and I explained to him that the wine shop was only open Thurs.-Sun. at this time of year. After I told him that, he gives me this half furtive, half scared glance, and says thanks.
And what is this escalated shit of late; I am getting no end of stares and furtive glances for no reason whatsoever. Passing motorists, pedestrians etc. Go fuck yourselves or else tell me what is it exactly that you see that makes you scared shitless.
Another item to pick up at the Post Office, a high-gangstalking event for sure, and today was no exception. I had a parcel to pick up last week, and I got my extra obvious "droogie" stalker outside, and then the Fuckwit came inside when I was heading out.
This time it was a large-ish (fat bare calves) blonde woman in the long coat which "happened" to be the same color of brown as my vehicle interior. She doing the lead-ahead stalking some 40' ahead, and lo, if she didn't enter the same store as the PO, and lo, if she didn't "happen" to need to go to the PO desk ahead of me. I waited where one is supposed to wait, and lo, if this Scottish Fuckwit woman arrives behind me and didn't "need" to disrupt me as I "happened" to be standing in front of the mail box. Then this Scottish Fuckwit woman decided not to mail her letters and instead hang back (stalk as I see it) and once the brown coated stalker woman had finished, ask the PO clerk about the mail pick up times.
As it was after 1600h, and the Scottish Fuckwit woman thought mail pick up was 1700h, she missed the pick up. I just don't get this shit, as why this woman had to intervene before my turn for some information that was posted on the mail box, and besides, the mail would be there for tomorrow's pick up, as the clerk explained. What is it about the Fuckwits that they need to butt in, or interject? That wasn't all the action either; another younger woman without a coat, a seeming store staff member, just "needed" to hang around, almost like a shopper, but not quite. She then zooms in just after I finished to talk to the PO clerk. An instance of having a planted Fuckwit "needing" to yak with the PO clerk before and another after my transaction. No cash was exchanged, it was just a pick up.
The PO clerk was also acting up; not that I had seen him there before, as it seems I get a different PO clerk each time I go there. I give him my delivery notice and my ID together, he then checks on the system for my parcel, and then asks me for my ID. Like WTF; I point to my ID in his hand, tell him "that is it", and he says, "oh yeah". That wasn't dumb, that was playing dumb IMHO, again, having never set eyes on the twit before.
Which brings to mind other variations of visits to this same PO; last year when I picked up a parcel of my landlord's who were away on vacation, (and with their permission), as I have the same address and it was permissible. That is, picking up a parcel but not taking permanent possession as the item wasn't mine. And of course, there have been a few financial transactions at this same PO due to the parcel border crossing ransom that is the norm in Canada. So do we have enough variations on parcel pickup at the PO? Perhaps in something like in a detailed Master Harassment Spreadsheet; picking up and taking possession, picking up for someone else with no permanent possession, picking up and taking possession with no financial transaction, picking up and taking possession with a financial transaction, etc. (Never mind the brown (parcel) color fixation of the perps' for now). On and on it goes, this relentless litany of minor variations on picking up a parcel for crissakes, now 16+years into this insane abuse-athon. And can you imagine all the variations there must be for all the normal things that I do in a day, like the rest of the normal world. That must be one very big Spreadsheet, aka, The Harassment and Abuse Delivery Database or whatever euphemistic name they would be likely to use.
And perhaps this whole PO stake-out was over the fact that I took possession of the parcel, because the perp assholes blanked me out as to who the parcel was from (and thereby, what was in it), which was most curious as I haven't ordered many things and I normally don't forget when there are a few inbound parcels. After dodging the Fuckwits changing their ambulatory trajectory on my store exit, and suffering some more furtive glances, I get outside with my brown boxed parcel, and why, there is the same "droogie" Fuckwit stalker from last week, doing the same act again, hovering bent over at his bicycle. All this shit over going to the Post Office for crissakes. And how long have humans had organized mail systems for; like over 200 years and here are the insane Fuckwits who surely must have been stalking others covertly all this time, and for some reason need to round on me when I pick up a parcel. Insane perps.
03-07-2019
A round of severe painful cramps last night, like 7x; it was so bad I was screaming at the assholes. And for the first time, they have located the cramps in my thighs, about 1/3 up from my knee, and on the inner side, and cramp target location makes it very difficult to walk it off. As in barely able to walk, save for some strange walk method on my tip toes. This went on from 1130h to 0100h, and then at 0330h, they hit me again. The latter was totally out of order, as they have never until last night, had such a large time span between cramp attacks. "Normally" they have the cramp attacks go on and off over an hour or two. And also, who ever heard of cramps in one's legs in identical locations at the very same time? I am no leg cramp expert, but this too was a first for me. Maybe they put on a new Abuse Technician and forgot to tell the shit that he has to make them seem "natural". Or else they decided to up the ante and dump the "natural" cover story; just screw the victim harder as they haven't yet got the results they were looking for in the some four years of leg cramp attacks.
03-09-2019
Unemployment benefits obstruction continues, this time the EI outfit (in Canada) has delayed a "decision", a gratuitous and capricious obstruction if there ever was one. They said they would make a "decision" by March 6, and now it is March 9 (Friday) and they still haven't done so. I am absolutely livid that I got hung out to dry for two months without the paperwork (Record of Employment, ROE) that every employer is required by law to supply in five days, and finally, after writing a firm but polite email to the CFO (for crissakes, its a brain-dead book keeper function, which I know from someone who routinely performed this task), and a copy to the CEO (whom I met a few times, - nice guy) do I get any action for the ROE paperwork. The CFO (finally) delivered the day after my email, and perhaps it was the CEO who got on his ass, I don't know, but it was the fastest the CFO ever moved on this matter in two months.
But deliver he did, the electronic ROE to the EI Unemployment benefits outfit. And I see the new ROE online, which their "notification" system somehow failed to tell me about, and I saw that they will make a "decision" on March 6. And what is this utter shit about a "decision"? All they have to do is their due diligence, ensure that all the electronic paperwork is legitimate, and then change my status to one who is legitimately receiving unemployment benefits. And now, the message reads that they will make a "decision" soon, which their "notification" system also failed to tell me about. (At least they are on top of their messaging updates, once I find them). Like WTF; there are NO excuses, NO dodges, NO reasons; just pay out my EI claim even if the paper work was two months late through no fault of mine.
As I see it, the unemployment benefits outfit has decided to add insult to injury, and delay my benefits for utterly no reason. And if they had any gumption, they would go after the CFO and fine him the $2000 and put him in the slammer for six months; all possible penalties for not supplying the ROE within the required time frame. And if they really wanted to make a point, one that I was going to do, contact the chartered accountant body in this province and make a formal complaint. All these are revenge fantasies for sure. But what is the fucking point of holding up my rightful benefits for three weeks on top of eight weeks? On second thought, now that my analytical rational paranoia has kicked in; they have another screw-over in the works, and are going to pull something big. Stay tuned.
And why am I rationally paranoid in dealing with federal government bureaucracies, especially ones who don't permit one to send messages to them? Why, in 2005, 2006, and 2007, the infernal CRA (IRS equivalent in the US with a whole lot more resources, organization and tenacity), asked me for the same paperwork as to my divorce agreement three years in a row. In 2006, when I pointed this out to them in my letter accompanying their requested document that they already had this on file from the previous year, I got no response. (No surprise). And I did the same thing again in the same circumstances in 2007, with the same outcome. Just senseless repetition over the same item for no reason. And when one lives in TI World, where everything is scripted to the microsecond (it seems), these aren't just auto-generated dictats from a tax collector with a wonky computer. In the least it is a purposeful and directed harassment of a selected victim, no matter the trivial excuses.
And can my vineyard co-worker cross paths enough" Not the gangstalker kind where they need to have someone step on the same ground as I do in the shortest possible time, but it just seems the coincidence factor is increasing. First at the same vineyard, then on bottling, and then she says she is going to Victoria in a few weeks (as am I), and today she says she is going to Kaleden this weekend, as am I. Not forgetting she pruned five rows at this same vineyard last year, though she wasn't there when I was. She is a nice person and I enjoy talking to her, but can we make it more obvious? Of course the perps can, and they sometimes will take up the challenge that I make.
I got hit with a nap attack for 1.5 hours tonight; they have been quite rare since the ADD medication started in 07-2018, but this is the second time in a week.
Anyhow, enough for a week and to get this posted.
Same Gangstalk Pattern Three Times in Identical Circumstances
02-27-2019
That I have seen this particular shopping and checkout gangstalking pattern countless times since 04-2002 when the perps first went berserk/overt on me is an understatement. But for some reason the pattern was so consistent across three stores that I visited today that I feel compelled to write about it.
First one was after work, an odd day at the construction site, as I finished at 1400h. The afternoon, not the usual time that three males circulate around me in specialty food market. But there they were, doing their shiftless loitering, aka pretend shopping, bent over and and their ass sticking out, a perp pose writ large. I went to the supplement section to get more iron supplements, as I don't seem to absorb much through digestion nowadays. And for "some reason", the ever-attentive staff there didn't go anywhere near me, hovering as I was to attempt to decode all the claims and dosages and other supplemental adjuncts with the iron. (Vitamin C, folic acid, plant food e.g. spirulina and others). But no, even with the staff there they didn't come by. Most curious. I then got the one I had before as it seems to be a reasonable solution.
I then went to check out the chocolate, but there was a Fuckwit A in bend-over pose there, so I went the next aisle for something else. Then the same Fuckwit A, without anything in hand, not even a hand basket, somehow "decided" to go to the end of his aisle and come straight down the one I was in. All to get a better look at this shit no doubt. After the shit passed by, I go to the end of my aisle to then go to the chocolate. But no, a three way male gangstalk Fuckwit clusterfuck was in action (one of them Fuckwit A somehow), blocking egress, each pretending that they weren't. I go somewhere else, turn around to go to another location, and one one the Fuckwits was posted there. Screw it, and I go to the checkout , and with some delays there (debit card system), why, Fuckwit A just "happens" to be arriving behind me.
Like WTF; tail me in the aisle, hover over where I want to go (shopping obstruction), then do the "come at me" walk down the aisle (mid aisle encounter), then circle around again and join the clusterfuck (E aisle end), and then pop out of the aisles just when I was paying at the checkout (W end, and financial transaction stalking). I have never seen so many single males in this store, let alone how they managed to put on the E aisle end swarm just as I arrived there. And have I mentioned how aisle ends, aka, direction changes, seem to be a HUGE perp gangstalk moment? Too often to count; the label, "anisotropy of space" might give you a clue, but the gangstalkers are utterly insane about any direction change I make while ambulatory, driving or any other means. Go fuck yourselves everyone, and go fuck your own kind; you have legions of Fuckwits at your disposal so go screw them over and leave me alone. And at least change the scenery and put on (many) more babe gangstalkers; these shiftless shit male posers are good-for-nothing but looking stupid. Besides, they creep me out.
Later in the evening I go to SOF, a supermarket. There couldn't of been more than 30 customers there, but again, a rotating male contingent of three, just "happened" to find me everywhere I went. And at least one of them was on obstruction duty, thwarting intention (mine) another one of their trademark stunts. North, South, East, and the checkouts at the West. One of the rotating gangstalkers "happened" to arrive behind me at the checkout, and lo, if I didn't suffer another "hold up" with the uncharacteristically slow debit card system. And lo, in characteristic style, he just couldn't move in fast enough to stand where I had just vacated at the checkout. And "for some reason" another Fuckwit "needed" to pass behind me in the opposite direction of everyone else at the checkout. One really has to go out of their way to go to a checkout and then enter the store. So here we go again; shopping obstruction, multi-male tails in all cardinal directions and a financial transaction gangstalking show.
Then onto LD and this same shit played out again. This time I was buying the much perp gamed paper towels and toilet paper, more of their favorite items to manipulate in strange ways to piss me off. I don't think I have ever been allowed to separate toilet paper off at the perforations without an errant (off-perforation) tear since all this insane shit rained (or reigned) down on me since 04-2002. And I constantly get masers coming off the toilet paper now every time I touch it or move it to unroll some for use. These are the grey-ish blackish blob-like variety that emanate off the paper and come at my face, all over in a second or two. (And never mind how the toilet paper rolls suddenly get beat up and don't roll properly). So just what is the perps' 16 year long insane fixation about ass-wipe all about? Any ideas out there?
My second, much interrupted week of vineyard pruning. Today it was snow to clear, at the landlord's place, and then onto an appointment at the dental surgeon to check things out, and all was OK. [Well as it "happened" later tonight, one of the implant caps "happened" to drop out into my mouth, so doubtless I will be back there tomorrow. Well done assholes; the perp-insanes that is.]
I started pruning at 0930 instead of the usual 0800h, and lo, if there wasn't legions of vehicular gangstalking for this event (in perp mentality) of an irregular work start or departure time. (Another is having me "forget" something and forcing me to go home, and then return).
But I do have one upside item to report; in the task of vine pruning many canes as presented from a single vine, and retaining 2 or 3 healthy long ones to keep and cutting off the rest, it is very likely forced "mistake". And for the prior six years the perp assholes have exploited this to the maximum and forced me to make far too many "mistakes" that I would not of ordinarily done, knowing my own capabilities. Well, in a (so far) rare instance of letting up on the abuse, I have hardly made an error in 7 work days of pruning. And if I did, it was recoverable and there was another cane to use. Wow; competence IS now finally allowed at least for this task, now in its seventh repeat year at the same menial job. Unbelievable.
And tonight while out in the evening on errands, they left me alone at the water depot (very unusual given the perp focus on my water supply), and at the fuel station to fill the vehicle tank with gasoline. Save the two males huddled around the side of the building chattering away, almost a parody of the loitering scum at such places. But no other vehicle rolled up, and nor were there the "usual" hot rod muffler noises and other vehicular noise campaigns while fueling. Very odd indeed. Not even a Fuckwit walking through the pump area, which is almost de rigeur
03-01-2019
Another interrupted work day, and the "usual" confluence of gangstalk vehicles around me as I made a off-usual hours commute visit to aforementioned dental surgeon in mid-work day to get the implant cap re-tightened.
And one day off, (Saturday) spent in a rather uncharacteristically mellow mood, which served the perps' purposes as I didn't get my to-do list barely started. (Do they ever love to have me slave away at "to-do" lists and then not complete the items, and then mix it up and have me add other items). And just what is it about vacuum cleaning, all the more important as the perps just love to dump things on the floor, that they need to keep thwarting me in undertaking this task, sometimes for 4 weeks past its due date? I have no idea, but given their propensity to arrange vacuum cleaning around me, I suppose they want to control my residence for whatever purposes.
03-03-2019
Sunday, but a day of work at the vineyard, though this time it was the winery. The mobile bottling trailer arrived in the morning and so I was the guy to unload each case of empty bottles on the production line and have them travel through to get cleaned, filled, capped and labelled and then re-packaged in the box (or case as they like to use in the business). Lots of handling cardboard boxes of course, white coated on the outside, and lots of clatter and noise. And what is it about glass being bashed and knocked the perps like so much? Don't know; there is some kind of emanating vibe that just turns their crank big time.
Anytime, I shall call this a posting for the week, and consider what might be different for the coming week.
That I have seen this particular shopping and checkout gangstalking pattern countless times since 04-2002 when the perps first went berserk/overt on me is an understatement. But for some reason the pattern was so consistent across three stores that I visited today that I feel compelled to write about it.
First one was after work, an odd day at the construction site, as I finished at 1400h. The afternoon, not the usual time that three males circulate around me in specialty food market. But there they were, doing their shiftless loitering, aka pretend shopping, bent over and and their ass sticking out, a perp pose writ large. I went to the supplement section to get more iron supplements, as I don't seem to absorb much through digestion nowadays. And for "some reason", the ever-attentive staff there didn't go anywhere near me, hovering as I was to attempt to decode all the claims and dosages and other supplemental adjuncts with the iron. (Vitamin C, folic acid, plant food e.g. spirulina and others). But no, even with the staff there they didn't come by. Most curious. I then got the one I had before as it seems to be a reasonable solution.
I then went to check out the chocolate, but there was a Fuckwit A in bend-over pose there, so I went the next aisle for something else. Then the same Fuckwit A, without anything in hand, not even a hand basket, somehow "decided" to go to the end of his aisle and come straight down the one I was in. All to get a better look at this shit no doubt. After the shit passed by, I go to the end of my aisle to then go to the chocolate. But no, a three way male gangstalk Fuckwit clusterfuck was in action (one of them Fuckwit A somehow), blocking egress, each pretending that they weren't. I go somewhere else, turn around to go to another location, and one one the Fuckwits was posted there. Screw it, and I go to the checkout , and with some delays there (debit card system), why, Fuckwit A just "happens" to be arriving behind me.
Like WTF; tail me in the aisle, hover over where I want to go (shopping obstruction), then do the "come at me" walk down the aisle (mid aisle encounter), then circle around again and join the clusterfuck (E aisle end), and then pop out of the aisles just when I was paying at the checkout (W end, and financial transaction stalking). I have never seen so many single males in this store, let alone how they managed to put on the E aisle end swarm just as I arrived there. And have I mentioned how aisle ends, aka, direction changes, seem to be a HUGE perp gangstalk moment? Too often to count; the label, "anisotropy of space" might give you a clue, but the gangstalkers are utterly insane about any direction change I make while ambulatory, driving or any other means. Go fuck yourselves everyone, and go fuck your own kind; you have legions of Fuckwits at your disposal so go screw them over and leave me alone. And at least change the scenery and put on (many) more babe gangstalkers; these shiftless shit male posers are good-for-nothing but looking stupid. Besides, they creep me out.
Later in the evening I go to SOF, a supermarket. There couldn't of been more than 30 customers there, but again, a rotating male contingent of three, just "happened" to find me everywhere I went. And at least one of them was on obstruction duty, thwarting intention (mine) another one of their trademark stunts. North, South, East, and the checkouts at the West. One of the rotating gangstalkers "happened" to arrive behind me at the checkout, and lo, if I didn't suffer another "hold up" with the uncharacteristically slow debit card system. And lo, in characteristic style, he just couldn't move in fast enough to stand where I had just vacated at the checkout. And "for some reason" another Fuckwit "needed" to pass behind me in the opposite direction of everyone else at the checkout. One really has to go out of their way to go to a checkout and then enter the store. So here we go again; shopping obstruction, multi-male tails in all cardinal directions and a financial transaction gangstalking show.
Then onto LD and this same shit played out again. This time I was buying the much perp gamed paper towels and toilet paper, more of their favorite items to manipulate in strange ways to piss me off. I don't think I have ever been allowed to separate toilet paper off at the perforations without an errant (off-perforation) tear since all this insane shit rained (or reigned) down on me since 04-2002. And I constantly get masers coming off the toilet paper now every time I touch it or move it to unroll some for use. These are the grey-ish blackish blob-like variety that emanate off the paper and come at my face, all over in a second or two. (And never mind how the toilet paper rolls suddenly get beat up and don't roll properly). So just what is the perps' 16 year long insane fixation about ass-wipe all about? Any ideas out there?
My second, much interrupted week of vineyard pruning. Today it was snow to clear, at the landlord's place, and then onto an appointment at the dental surgeon to check things out, and all was OK. [Well as it "happened" later tonight, one of the implant caps "happened" to drop out into my mouth, so doubtless I will be back there tomorrow. Well done assholes; the perp-insanes that is.]
I started pruning at 0930 instead of the usual 0800h, and lo, if there wasn't legions of vehicular gangstalking for this event (in perp mentality) of an irregular work start or departure time. (Another is having me "forget" something and forcing me to go home, and then return).
But I do have one upside item to report; in the task of vine pruning many canes as presented from a single vine, and retaining 2 or 3 healthy long ones to keep and cutting off the rest, it is very likely forced "mistake". And for the prior six years the perp assholes have exploited this to the maximum and forced me to make far too many "mistakes" that I would not of ordinarily done, knowing my own capabilities. Well, in a (so far) rare instance of letting up on the abuse, I have hardly made an error in 7 work days of pruning. And if I did, it was recoverable and there was another cane to use. Wow; competence IS now finally allowed at least for this task, now in its seventh repeat year at the same menial job. Unbelievable.
And tonight while out in the evening on errands, they left me alone at the water depot (very unusual given the perp focus on my water supply), and at the fuel station to fill the vehicle tank with gasoline. Save the two males huddled around the side of the building chattering away, almost a parody of the loitering scum at such places. But no other vehicle rolled up, and nor were there the "usual" hot rod muffler noises and other vehicular noise campaigns while fueling. Very odd indeed. Not even a Fuckwit walking through the pump area, which is almost de rigeur
03-01-2019
Another interrupted work day, and the "usual" confluence of gangstalk vehicles around me as I made a off-usual hours commute visit to aforementioned dental surgeon in mid-work day to get the implant cap re-tightened.
And one day off, (Saturday) spent in a rather uncharacteristically mellow mood, which served the perps' purposes as I didn't get my to-do list barely started. (Do they ever love to have me slave away at "to-do" lists and then not complete the items, and then mix it up and have me add other items). And just what is it about vacuum cleaning, all the more important as the perps just love to dump things on the floor, that they need to keep thwarting me in undertaking this task, sometimes for 4 weeks past its due date? I have no idea, but given their propensity to arrange vacuum cleaning around me, I suppose they want to control my residence for whatever purposes.
03-03-2019
Sunday, but a day of work at the vineyard, though this time it was the winery. The mobile bottling trailer arrived in the morning and so I was the guy to unload each case of empty bottles on the production line and have them travel through to get cleaned, filled, capped and labelled and then re-packaged in the box (or case as they like to use in the business). Lots of handling cardboard boxes of course, white coated on the outside, and lots of clatter and noise. And what is it about glass being bashed and knocked the perps like so much? Don't know; there is some kind of emanating vibe that just turns their crank big time.
Anytime, I shall call this a posting for the week, and consider what might be different for the coming week.
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