A dental appointment at 1450h with a major bill; I had to split work at 1400h to deal with getting back to my place to do some preparatory online banking on my desktop at my residence. This was forced by the fact that "somehow" my login from my phone "failed". But for extra imposed inconvenience, the Psychopathic perps weren't done yet; they had me leave my cell phone in my vehicle when parked, and then when I attempted to login from my desktop, they required a "security check" whereby I was texted a message on my phone. I have never, ever, had this degree of security requirement before, so I had to go out to my vehicle and retrieve the phone, come back inside and duly answer the text message that "somehow" also failed to have an audible notification ring, (another never before), answer it, so I could transfer the money to the appropriate account. And technology is supposed to makes things easier; all to let us down at key junctures.
All of the above was preceded by a phalanx of vehicular gangstalking, the last-most of this train "happened" to be my former employer of a few years back. I also see this guy most weekends as I do a day a week for his wife.
Dental appointment; last weeks wax casting was to make an exclusion mold, but they forgot to cut out the hole for my missing two teeth. So the dentist did it with the help of the dental assistant. Then the implant caps were removed, and the internal mounts screwed in, and another wax mold. A holy shit show of yet more vehicular gangstalking on the way home, no stops as the coverage was so intense. When there I got hit with a two hour nap attack, for which there was absolutely no reason, as I had a good night's sleep previously...
The infernal online wrist watch order continues; a polite but firm email (having paid, I think I have a right to be indignant); now three weeks into attempting to order it. I would put this in the class of online order obstruction.
06-20-2019
A mixed weather day like yesterday, and decidedly cool at 18C. Both yesterday and today, it was a force play to have me wear my coveralls (navy blue), a cotton blend garment I rarely wear, and with the onset of rain, to then change into pants with my rain pant overalls (powder blue). The coveralls were worn first thing to begin a weed whacking job, and as I get splattered with foliar material, it would allow me to change out readily. As it "happened", it was too windy in the morning to begin weed whacking, so we did tucking in the vineyard instead. By 1000h the rain came on and made the cotton blend coveralls untenable to wear as they suck up the rain and stay damp.
Today, the weed whacking was in earnest, and afterward I continued to wear the coveralls while doing vineyard tucking. I was all set to head out of the winery after lunch, and lo, if the weather didn't suddenly change, and so I changed (again), into my rain pant overalls for the afternoon.
Back at my residence in the evening, and was driving off to SOF; I waited at the first stop sign, only 30m away, and two vehicles, one closely following the other (8') or so, were about to cross my path as I waited, but no, they both decided to turn left so to be in a lead-ahead vehicular gangstalk situation. I haven't seen anything quite so obvious in the six years I have lived here. But what was more obvious, and blatantly stupid, they did the "corner cutting" routine, both of them, one after the other. This is when the L turning vehicle cuts across the stop line and into the opposite lane on the left to make their turn. This peculiar and dangerous driving habit started when I moved to Penticton in 2012, and hasn't let up. (And even erupted in Victoria since, my former city of residence from 2003 to 2011 since the assholes first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, when I lived in Seattle). And what was more absurd about this corner cutting episode is that they each had no way of seeing what might of been coming in the opposite lane as their vision would of been obscured by the house property on that corner. This pair of in-file vehicular gangstalkers proceeded ahead of me for a block, and one went R, the other L at the stop sign. Like WTF; either they are traveling together in some kind of convoy, one riding the other's bumper, and cutting the corner and taking the same risk (identical and peculiar driving behavior), or else they were arranged. Take your pick.
This is not the first corner cutting episode where it was completely obvious that they knew the obscured corner was cleared of oncoming vehicles and pedestrians in advance, but normally the Psychopaths don't make it so obvious. I observe the L turn corner cutting driving habit nearly daily, but it is nearly always arranged (IMHO) such that the driver can see around the corner and know it is clear for him to cross into the opposite lane.
Speaking of egregious driving, three days ago I had an oncoming vehicle on a paved back road, cross the centerline some 40' in front of me and halfway into my lane before she pulled it back. The female driver didn't seem too fussed or apologetic about this threatening stunt, and so I gave her the finger. I have had other, but much higher speed, oncoming vehicles in my lane, and again, in two of the worst cases, neither driver seemed too concerned about scaring the shit out of me or otherwise exhibiting any contrition as to their dangerous driving habits. Welcome to the world of Psychopathic Perpland where Driving While Controlled (DWC) is just a passing moment at the office. Or is that DWD, Driving While Deranged?
I made it to SOF supermarket safely after that, but the Psychopathic ambulatory gangstalking was in earnest; they mobbed the hot chicken stall for the three times over 15 minutes I was in the store. The black hoodie stalker was all over me in the store; he didn't bother to even pick up a basket to make his act plausible, and kept up this agitated wandering around, seeming to know my every move in advance even if it was highly irregular due to getting stalled out at the cooked chicken counter. Then the Fuckwit "happens" to show up at the bus stop some 60' behind my parked vehicle somehow with no shopping in hand. I didn't see him on my way out, he wasn't following me, and yet was there just as I was backing out. Yet again, here we have a purported grocery shopper in a grocery store and he hounds my ass for 15 minutes while there, and doesn't purchase a thing. More obvious stupidity.
Another Fuckwit at SOF swooped in behind me just as I was beginning the self-checkout and set up at the next check out, and adroitly timed his checking out so that he could step out in front of me with an exaggerated gait just as I was heading out. This was opposite the checkout supervisor, another player in this ambulatory obstruction stunt. As it "happened" she was exiting the self-checkout area as I was about to enter and I had to wait out her well-timed egress. The number of ambulatory Fuckwits that "happen" to step in my way, or exit when I am about to enter (or vice versa) went up at least 30 fold since this insane abuse-athon began when the Perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. It is incomprehensible by any conventional means that so many Fuckwits (or people if you prefer) somehow manage to step in my path with such well timed precision in any public venue. (Sometimes as I am approaching noiselessly from behind). That it has been so consistent for so long with identical timing, and very often at locations of doorways and checkouts, spells "total orchestrated gangstalking net" everywhere I go. Unless someone out there has a plausible alternate explanation. So what is it about this town that brings out all these Fuckwits that just need to stalk my ass and how is it that they do it with such precision?
On the touristic side, a double rainbow pic and six black vehicles. As I recall, there were two more black vehicles off-camera. And a pit-lamping (headlights on) white vehicle further back. All there for the one time in six years I go to this liquor store by myself. (I helped my injured Fickle Friend get his sauce there about six times two years ago). It just "happens" to be on the E side of this mall I regularly go to, and I nearly always use the less used W side parking lot. Recall a few weeks ago when I at this same E side mall access, and the split family gangstalking stunt erupted, mentioned in a prior posting.
Excuse the Paint 3D border from the screenshot, the only way to save a modified file (removed license plate numbers) in this Microsoft software application. I get the "something went wrong" (on file save) error, the ultimate in lame-assed exception reporting IMHO. I even followed the equally lame online help to "fix" the problem; you know, uninstall and re-install, and lo, if I didn't get the same ridiculous error message. And how many MS Windows 10 updates have I been through and still this absurd error still comes up? At least six I reckon. I suppose they will remove the Take a Screenshot command in a future upgrade and make this software truly useless.
06-21-2019
A vineyard work day, and lo, if the headphones didn't break apart at the socket of the driver and the head band. This is my backup pair, and I am down to none as the other pair is at the repair shop yet again, as mentioned in a previous posting. There is nothing quite like the Perps and their headphone sabotage, as they are so utterly consistent about it, But I take exception to the fact that they fucked the second pair while the first was unavailable. Well done assholes.
06-22-2019
Saturday, and a day off from work, but not Psychopathic Perp intrusion. They are on the rag today, pure and simple, and ensure damn near everything goes wrong, or at least, fails on the first attempt. Often this is the buildup pattern before heading out later in the day, but not this time. They constantly fucked with me when keyboarding this morning, pulled items from my hand, increased the food splatter and spill events and pulled their forced clumsiness games (where I happen to somehow lose my proprioception abilities and bang into everything at a significantly higher rate than the pre-abuse onset normal). By the time I headed out, I was around a hundred infuriation level Fuckover stunts. I am not allowed to even use my fingers the way I want; one of their favorites is to force my fingers down on the PC mouse, and thereby invoking commands contrary to my intentions.
In the afternoon I did some local errands, and went to Summerland IGA supermarket to get a particular kind of sausage made there, and there alone. A first time grocery shopping experience in this town, and unlikely to ever be on my beat. You would think I was the anti-Christ by the look of the cashier at the checkout; tense and grim when she had been friendly with the customers ahead of me. Like WTF; I get a worse reception than a smelly Quebequois fruit picker by my reckoning, and for what? I wasn't doing anything weird, and was perfectly civil. So what is about me that is a telltale signature for repeated high dread, even among those I have never set eyes on before? Either she was prepared for an orchestrated visit by this victim (me), or else I have something visible about me that brings on a tense grimace. Or both. I don't care really; all I want to be is left the fuck alone and to be paid out for this fucking atrocity that I am kept in.
The above mentioned out of town grocery store visit was a classic perp gangstalker Fuckover play; three turns of Fuckwit stalkers arrive in turn just where I wanted to stand at the meat counter and order the sausages. Then the pop-out stalker acts from behind aisle ends, and the step-in-my-way games. Then when I wanted to bail out, why, a checkout cluster fuck, another classic stunt. One of my store criss-crossing tails just "happened" to arrive behind me at the checkout line. Well done assholes. And they even gave me an unusually obvious hint in the parking lot (pictured below), not that I expect them to let up any. In fact, any new activity, location of an activity or work site is a prime moment for extra stalking coverage and things going wrong.
Getting to Summerland also brought on a full phalanx of vehicular stalkers, and one dip-shit stunt that also begot me a near collision. This fat woman pulled from the R lane and crossed in front of me to get to the L-most turn lane. No braking required, but it was awfully close, which I suppose was the real idea. Get a stalker over top of where the victim is to pass over (or where the victim was) with the least-most time interval. Haven't we seen that a few hundred times at checkouts? That is, moving in on me before I have picked up my grocery bags or received my receipt, and the oncoming near-collision driving stunts where they mind-fuck me NOT to veer off the road when there was plenty of safe room to do so. That is, a "how did we NOT have a major head-on?" stunt, a signature of their exquisite timing capabilities.
06-23-2019
A day of vineyard work, with the assholes screwing me out of taking my ADD medications again. Just what is it that they want from me in this insane game of Rx intake sabotage?
And can we have enough things going wrong at once? Hopefully no more;
- two pairs of headphones "broke"
- vehicle parking brake release button is broke
- my regular PC just had some kind of BIOS problem; this is written on the backup one
- on my replacement Stanley water bottle stoppers order, per warranty, was messed up on three accounts; they supplied one when I wanted two, supplied the replacement stopper when I expressly indicated (twice) that I only wanted a plain one, and the supplied single stopper came without all its parts
- online watch order obstruction, though they did say they would ship it (06-21-2019)
- two attempts to scan hand pruner parts at Staples failed in two weeks
- overhead track lighting partially failed when it normally very reliable
- phone battery has become a heater and discharges very fast, and the online replacement is taking far too long
- on the people fucking up front; an spurious $287 charge from a known outfit for something that I didn't order
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