10-04-2020
About time that I pulled it together and got a posting out, although not too much fully affrontive harassment to report, but they (TPTB) do very much like to dither my finger control and cause me to make myriad mental mistakes in the course of doing different job duties. And to get the record straight, so no high-stepping "social worker" or like repressive agent of the state gets any notions (which they don't need anyhow if they get the order to take a victim down), they (TPTB) do not bother me to make mistakes while driving.
Speaking of which, my fickle friend had his driving licence suspended for 90 days, and his vehicle impounded for 30 days for failing a breathalyzer test. I view this as a set up, and so does he.
The sequence of events was that I got a call from him on the Labor Day weekend, Saturday evening, asking me if I could help him out as he got a 3 day driving licence suspension as he was in the "warning" zone on their breathalyzer device. He claimed he had one beer, though not with food. So I drove to the checkpoint, the police checked me out to make sure I was a reliable non-drinking driver, and I drove his vehicle to his place. He walked to his place three blocks away as his vehicle was chock full of empty beer cans as he hadn't made it to the recycling yet, (Covid shutdown of recycling here, not deemed "essential"). Not an auspicious scene! It is not uncommon for roadside checkpoints on long weekends in this province, and I suppose he got caught out. BUT, I have never seen them do a traffic stop in this town in the
eight years I have lived here. (Not that I get out much in the evening
anyhow). And of note, the amount of holiday traffic is much reduced due
to the Covid19 Scamdemic still.
Two weeks later my friend was driving back on the highway on a Saturday evening, about 1900h after a day's work at the winery, and after two glasses of wine at his employer's, and he gets busted again. This time he was over the limit, and got his vehicle impounded and licence suspended. He will be looking at close to $2k in expenses by the time he gets it all back together. The impoundment will be $800, the fine $500, and $400 "extra" to get his driver's licence re-instated. It is literally highway robbery, but its legal if LEO's do it! Maybe he will also get whacked later on car insurance too, when the annual term comes due.
I am calling bullshit on this second infraction; not because he wasn't over the limit according their measurement device, but because it strikes me as an awful coincidence the RCMP just "happened" to have a two person roadside check on the highway (traffic speed is usually 90-100kph) at 1900h (still light out then) when he was coming home from work on a September Saturday evening. The traffic stop was at an area where there are three lanes, (one N bound as he was, and two S bound), where there was ample viewing distance in either direction. It was before the gentle bends around the rock faces and clay banks, and latterly, before there were four lanes and a traffic light that splits highway and S town traffic. I have never seen the police out on the highway in the evenings doing traffic stops around here, ever. However, they will sometimes use that same location for speed trapping.
So... being an IT Guy, trained in Geographic Information Systems (GIS) as well as data modelling of relational databases and their physical implementation, it occurred to me it would be dog-simple to develop an algorithmic routine (against a normalized database) to figure out where my friend might be going to work, and also, where he might be partaking of alcohol if the police had access to his geo-locational data. That is, if they had a pattern of his daily movements from residence to work, and when he returned, and any other movements. This, ostensibly, could be via his mobile phone, and as we all know, who knows if the geo-locational data is really turned off even if one expressly does so on the phone settings.
There is another potential source of geo-locational data from a vehicle, and that is the air-bag emergency restraint system. I read a story, and will attempt to get a link, about an Irishman, who in true form, got drunk at the local pub and attempted to drive home on his usual backroads. Attempted, because at some point he drove into a ditch and the airbags deployed. He couldn't get the vehicle out of the ditch and so he walked home and went to bed. Two hours later the local police were pounding on his door, and after answering it, they asked if had been drinking and he confirmed as much and then the police charged him with drunk driving. (Given that the person was either sleepy or still drunk or both, and didn't really contextualize the situation at first, he can be forgiven.) Though, immediately after this legal affront, he was astute enough to ask the police how did they know the vehicle had gone off the road, as the local detachment would not of been patrolling and likely would of been asleep themselves. The policeman answered that because the airbags deployed, it sent a signal to a satellite which in turn relayed it to the appropriate police data center who then informed the local detachment. But if the airbag satellite signalling system is always on, (perhaps like a mobile phone), it too can provide a wealth of vehicular geo-locational data. Though to be fair, only an airbag deployment signal would get any immediate attention. [Satellite signaling of vehicle impact detection and airbag deployment could also be via vehicle owner having elected for OnStar subscription service (or like), though in the USA the FBI is not permitted to access this].
Back to my friend's situation; he gets busted by way of local police getting out on Labor Day weekend and doing roadside checks. The vehicle being full of beer cans, smelly ones to which I can personally attest, didn't help his cause. (He loaded up the vehicle to take the beer cans for recycling, as the recycle center was shut down due to the Covid scamdemic). Perhaps this was all legit, though more below. But it is entirely possibly that this could trigger the police information system to then extract all his geo-locational data (whatever source, mobile phone, airbags signal system or other such as camera data) say, for the prior six months (retrospective geo-locational data), and then interpret his patterns of work and potential locations of alcohol intake. And either with predictive capability (based on his work schedule interpretation), or perhaps with an assist from realtime data (called spying), set up a checkpoint to nab him again. It isn't unheard of that the police in some jurisdictions have quotas for infractions of varying kinds. (Not rioting apparently in the US Democratic Party Sponsored Great Lawlessness of 2020). Anyhow, this is speculation of course, but I would not be surprised that his second bust was algorithmically driven with a supporting GIS system and access to his retrospective geo-locational data, with a possible assist of realtime data on the day the LEO's pounced. Just my two cents worth.
My friend's sudden vehicleless-ness has caused me to help him out with grocery shopping and driving him to work and back, Mondays and Fridays only. (He can stay at his employer's site, Mon-Fri). And if looked at in TPTB terms, or Perps, or Psychopaths if you prefer, which is the meta-picture, the situation from further up in my case, this presents an interesting variation in their stalking scene. He ends up 40km away for five days of the week, and only five blocks away two days of the week, with me helping out driving. There is no question the Psychopaths like to vary their distance measures of gangstalkers, and this just might be what the whole setup is about, including his first bust. Which is an extension of their games/methods back in 2017 when the same colleague required my driving assistance due to his broken leg from a workplace accident. A 5km distance in that case based on my work site location. Again, prior harassment experience these past 18 years has repeatedly affirmed there are no coincidences in my orbit, and that would include (ostensible) friends' engagement/arrangement.
Just when I thought Covid19 sanity was prevailing (like it is over, it is a Plandemic FFS) and that the SOF supermarket took off the dumb-assed signs on the floor as to which direction to walk, they put new ones up two weeks later. Nothing wrong with the old ones, and as it seemed deliberate thought and planning was devoted to the first set, they put down new ones identical to the old ones in largely the same places. And as the Psychopaths are consumed with where I (and others, gangstalkers especially) walk, and on what (floor material, thicknesss, coverings etc.), it just might be that this is also a Psychopathic Confederacy directed stunt, a test, and a re-test and on and on. Though to be fair, floor coverings are the least of my concerns. Usually it is the effing gangstalkers, noisestalking, pit-lamping and the highly intrusive neural dithering and related fuckery. And of late, peculiar health issues.
But the Psychopaths did pull one of their dumb-shit stunts at the entrance to SOF, the usual location of much crisscrossing of my path (ahead of me or behind me) as I am about to enter the store from the public mall space. In CovidCaperCompliance I rubbed my hands in their supplied alcohol sterilization at the table before entry, and then cleaned them with a paper towel and then looked for the garbage can to put the used paper towel in, as there is usually always one there, but for "some reason" there wasn't. (Always has been). The security guy (a new Covid feature, and as far as I am concerned based on prior behavior, a gangstalking Fuckwit), motions to a garbage can further in the store. And as I am about to proceed there, a seeming customer darts in front of the garbage can to speak to the adjacent employee supervising the self-checkouts. And how many fucking times has this little staged vignette played out since this abuse-athon began 04-2002? You know, immediately thwarting my intention especially after being directed or instructed by someone. The high hundreds for sure, and it was most intense for the first two years, and backed off more since 2012 when I moved here. But just to make sure that I know the Fuckwits are on my ass, and just to make sure that I know that entering buildings or stores, even if it isn't a door per se, is a prime gangstalk, noisestalk and all manner of other fuckery moment, they pull a thwarted intention stunt with the "get in the way" method. I took another route into the store where another garbage can was available. Imagine that, setting up this dumb-assed "get in the way" stunt still going on 18 years of being abused and harassed 24x7. And what do the Psychopaths get from this? I have no idea, it is senseless as it is relentless as it is consistent.
A local film crew last week in the next block. In the two houses E of the house I lived in for 5 months in 2012. Funny how that "happens", filming in locations where I formerly resided. It "happened" in Victoria, BC and now here. At times I have pondered whether it was a financial remuneration for the organization that housed me in the former instance, though in the latter it would be a differing objective. Whatever all the intense lighting, cameras, cables, people (crew and gawkers) and the rest of the associated commotion confers to the Great Nonconsensual Human Experimentation Project (all of humanity, not just me and other TI's in the hot seat) I have no idea. I suppose one could riff on this topic with respect to Hollywood and the cast of characters in the filming business, but I am not going there on this posting.
The advance film crew were setting up a week beforehand and had the house and adjacent parking bounded off with tape, and had large trucks at the curbside. Not knowing it was setting up for a film shoot at the time, I thought it was a meth lab clean up, and the associated pomp and ceremony that goes with the present notion of removing "toxic waste".
As I was respectfully and slowly driving by, one of the film set crew was alongside a street parked open deck trailer, and he then proceeds to give me a long protracted stare, and didn't let up until I passed by. I gave the Fuckwit an equally long stare back, and mouthed my displeasure at this behavior that I have come to experience since this abuse-athon came down in 04-2002.
My most notable instance of targeted staring was Robin Williams (the actor, comedian) on the street in Seattle (in 2002), opposite my workplace building, and HE was staring at me with a look of disdain as I was crossing the street, walking toward him as he waited at the corner for the pedestrian light to change. No, Robin, the plebians stare at YOU FFS. Anyhow, an intervening Fuckwit/stalker called out to him from behind, you know, somehow recognizing him from that direction, and chatted him up while I was standing some 6' away, waiting for the light to turn and cross the street. Another staring instance, this time ended by one of those "planned interruptions" (thwarted intentions), though in fact all I planned to say was "hello" or something polite, as I don't really follow show biz stuff all that much and could not recall any specific movie roles of his that I could use as a conversational starter. About as close to Hollywood or the players as I want to get.
Though I did get Helen Mirren, or a very similar lookalike stalker in the local grocery store in Victoria, BC, about 2007-2010. She was about 4' ahead of me and then turned on cue and met my gaze straight on in that deliberate perp method and then kept slowly turning her head, with her chin up, kind of like royalty I suppose. In this case I wasn't sure it was her 100%, as again, I don't follow celebrities, and should I see their works it is usually a decade or two later after its initial release.
In both cases of the above mentioned celebrity stalkings/starings I was surprised how short and of slight build they were, mostly because in the filming biz they usually modify the set to make the characters appear to be of greater stature by making the set features such as doors, windows etc. 7/8 of normal size.
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Onto the minutiae of a TI. Why does it take so effing long to get anything done nowadays?
Case in point are my Grado headphones. Though, long time readers will know that headphones are a particular unconventional TI "war zone", very possibly because those magnetic devices at one's ears deliver sounds that influence various parts of the brain. Then add in the manufactured extraneous sounds that "happen" to intrude over top of the music, you know, the regulars like HD motorcycle noise, loud mufflered vehicles, overhead aircraft etc.
Said headphones crapped out on me last year, like they do every two or three years. They have been the go-to headphones for some 8 years of this vineyard gig, and usually worn only when doing boring work when no one else is around or doesn't talk to me. And I don't wear them in the winter or in inclement weather. A limited set of circumstances to be sure, but they also have plenty of situational ways to have me not wear them, e.g. talkative co-workers acting out of character, significant amounts of extraneous noise (per above), sudden weather changes, an unusual amount of slippage and/or discomfort etc.
Last year the Grado headphones crapped out because the shitty cord took on too much twisting and an internal wire broke. Off to Montreal they went, with a check for $60, per published schedule. They came back with the same shitty cord again, just a new one. About six months ago, while gently turning them on my head the plastic gimbal mount broke and the headphone hung from the wire.
So... time to fix them the way the factory won't. The plan is to re-wire them with one side fed from the other via the headband, and the latter side fed from a jack (for both sides). And too, dispense with the plastic crap and have ones that aren't asking to get broken again. And as this design has been kept for nearly all their headphones for the last 25+ years for all models, even the expensive $2000 ones, there is an extensive modifications industry out there. Great, and I started ordering parts. Then came the the litany of delays. Wouldn't you know, the CovidCaper disrupted the shipping, and the new aluminum machined gimbals took 8 weeks to arrive. The metal driver (speaker part) mounts were ordered from another location, but the dimensions were wrong and I need to get them machined to fit the new drivers. (The seller won't respond to emails). The machinist wanted the parts glued so to grab them on the lathe, so it took a week to get the special glue, and then three weeks before I could get back to the machinist during working hours. But this creates more compromises in assembling them. Then I get the wrong size of shrink wrap tubing, and then the wire was too thick, so I must find a thinner wire. Then the order for some tools and parts goes awry, with the butane soldering torch and solder arriving but the other five items don't. After calling three weeks later, I find out the latter part of the order was cancelled without notice or reason (but have plenty of stock). Then I get a spark striker from a local supplier to light the torch but it won't spark half the time.
And we aren't done yet, as the machinist has yet to finish the job, more drilling is needed etc. And the big concern is that the assholes will have me mis-measure or invoke some other cognitive fuck-up (which they can readily do), and it will take even more effort. And to top it off, the supplier of the metal driver mounts gave me extra parts I did not request, and I am only a headband part away from reconstructing the original parts to rebuild them into a second pair.
In the spring, I re-soldered the hand blender and put an eye-hook mount in it so it can hang from a hook and not break the AC supply wire, as was the apparent problem. I elected to fix this item as the current replacement model has been given a dumb-assed "safety" switch and the speed governed down. Once I found out how to open up the hand blender, it sat around for three months before the tools and supplies got ordered. On the (rare) positive side, the project went together quickly and without hassle. I did not need to go back into it, an unexpected bonus given their ever present fuckery of ensuring most projects, when they finally get done, need to be re-done and re-worked yet again. Delivering ineptitude (far outside one's normal range), delays or other screw-ups is their stock in trade. Project or task completion also seems to be a big deal for their research imperative games.
And what is with the extra pit-lamping these days? every time I turn a corner, headlights are on me. Or even in the back lane, someone has their headlights on me. Ditto for parking lots.
Until the weather changed the last week, there has also been a significant number of motorcycles on the vehicular gangstalking. Not to mention a good number of them are HD, with their characteristic noise (or modified to be worse) that I cannot stand. I was doing a PVC pipe gluing job at a former co-worker's place, and when I opened the glue pot and applied the primer and glue, they were on me with the much-loathed HD motorcycle noise, three times in succession. (This being from a backcountry road).
And have I mentioned how obsessed the Psychopaths are over water delivery by various means, sources, pipe material etc. And the consequent plant and fruit uptake? Many tens of occasions on this here blog. Noisestalking me with their much loathed noise while messing with water delivery piping for vines (in this case). Who would of thought that they would combine these two interests at the same time for 18 years and counting of this insane abuse-athon I have been kept in?
Masers, those blackish floating fuzzy blobs continue to pursue me and pair up and float in paralllel, more than a year ago. Also, their games with crinkled light, a momentary compression of light seem to be more prevalent.
And an obvious round of "dude encroachment", or have I forgotten what I termed it, as it was more prevalent than now. (Or else I don't notice, or am dithered with so I don't). A case of the incremental male encroachment, aka, distance dependent abreaction testing. I was in the optometrist's office three weeks ago, a larger one with at least 16 staff in varying capacities of receptionists, examiners, opticians and ultimately, the optometrist herself. All female, though there was one male optometrist some 30' away wearing shorts and these ridiculous orange socks. (How did he know I hated orange so much?). The nature of the business is more controlled now in these CovidCaper times, with less customers (patients) circulating. The patients had all been female too. Then while waiting for this second scan, a post-optometrist ordered test, this younger thuggy dude with his ball cap backwards sits about 15' away, doing the Psychopath signature look-away pose. I check him out, as he wasn't the usual patient, and besides, I like to keep a visual record of all the Fuckwits I can identify with some certainty. I get distracted by some literature for a few minutes, and when I look up, why the Fuckwit is now seated 10' away for some reason on the same line (or bearing), doing the same pose, no one around him. Like, why isn't he being attended to, and why did he move in closer anyhow? This gets my (assuming) abreaction to adult males raised considerably. Or, in other words, my perp threat detection level concern elevated by a significant amount, especially with loitering males. Yet again, more of these fucking games that have gone on for over 18 years, having having shiftless loitering males hanging around, though this time metered by distance. And what for?
The male Fuckwits (gangstalkers) were on my ass at SOF two nights ago, though acting singly, but converging and tripping off some kind of seeming abreaction. Or, in other terms, the male gangstalkers appeared to be organized and converging and that immediately sent my threat detection meter on high. It just seems to be something they need to do, on and on. More of the relentless gangstalker pursuit inanity noted by its consistency and continuity. Go fuck yourselves, every one. What Tiny Tim would of of said if his story hadn't been bowlderized by the feel-good foil of the day. Now we get that same boo-hoo "journalism" 24x7 on our view-screens.
Health games disruptions too; these gut wrenching/compressing stunts that go on for a few hours after a meal. In clinical parlance, the passage of food is called "transit", and what was once a no-notice 4 hour digestion experience (through and out) has somehow morphed into a 4 hour digestion only experience. This seems to be mated with the de-energization (enervation) fuckery that has become more prevalent for about four months, though in fact began a year ago. I recently checked out the "guide book" for the dopamine impoverished, "The Non-motor Symptoms of Parkinson's Disease", and lo, under the chapter on gastro-intestinal sympoms, they fit me to a "T". I don't have Parkinson's Disease thankfully, but they are an unfortunate subpopulation that has low dopamine. I am also low dopamine, by way of ADD diagnosis, and my methylation genetics seem to support this. And I suspect is the reason the Psychopaths have rounded on me as a TI. I applied an extra dose of ADD meds temporarily, and lo, I fixed the problem. Now explain that one to the doctors, as the medical profession will barely acknowledge dopamine for the vital hormone that it is; "just a neurotransmitter", har, har.
And to think, all this "industry" (focus, prescriptions, medical research etc.) over Prozac and the rest of the serotonin re-uptake inhibitors, aka, SSRI's. And what is the precursor molecule for serotonin? Why, it is dopamine. And it has a huge influence on one's gut. And addictions, and the immune system, and fat deposition etc. It will be at least 100 years before any doctor is checking on one's dopamine level as part of a regular health check up.
And to compound my progress in gaining any action on this one, why two of my doctors exited the scene. The Bellevue WA clinic for ADD had a doctor change-up. My regular one departed and the imminent inbound one suddenly changed her mind after my booking. (Curious, that). A replacement has yet to be found I'm told.
On the local (almost) front, the Good Doctor, who was taking a pro-active approach on my low iron, has taken medical leave for an unspecified duration. Originally it was for two months, and now she is not returning. Most curious, given this came on early September, but I won't get into that particular timing for now.
And to compound the fuckery over having any doctor, another long running jerk-around that has been laid on me since 2003, the provincial medical service that is responsible for providing primary health care has not yet replied to my request, per their new initiative replete with a web application interface. A three month response they said (unless pregnant), and nada for six months. I have yet to get all this medical attention disruption attended to, but it has been abundantly clear they don't like me to have a regular doctor for whatever reason. Believe me, I don't go to a doctor unless I absolutely need to. It just pisses me off intensely that this minor facet to my existence just has to be continually disrupted. Considering that they have long messed with my healthcare before they went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, I don't have a clue why they need to interfere. And to add insult to injury, the Psychopaths know exactly what is going on health wise, can deliver any condition or disease (or cure) they want anytime, and have a track record of prior interference.
Enough for a post, now finishing this on the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend in these here parts, which will be
tomorrow. One would scarcely notice, as the stores are replete with
Halloween materiel.
