They Live; indeed they may well do

12-21-2019
I saw the film "They Live" (1998) tonight. Both the main actor Roddy Piper and the director, John Carpenter, later said it was as documentary. Call it street people meeting up with science fiction, though not too much fiction given my experiences as a TI. Teleportation of personnel on demand; seen it. The police as the lap dogs of TPTB; had it done to me. Ubiquitous Fuckwits in a curious choreography that has  the target's every move anticipated; I live it. The film has been called the original "Matrix". No choices in colored pills in my experience though. Nowadays it is down to a dull roar of gangstalking my ass, even for the little that I get out and about, especially in the guise of current Christmas time activity. And those funky sunglasses of the film, where the protagonists discover them and then are able to see aliens from normal humans, as well as the subliminal advertising. Just could be a "coincidence", (a loaded term, if there ever was), but a considerable number of the Fuckwits/gangstalkers do wear sunglasses in the most absurd circumstances; rainy winter days or when there is low and dingy overcast in the winter here.

But for FFS, why so much coverage of me with lighting pointed at me (aka pit-lamping) now? Every time I enter or exit my vehicle, the shopping mall, or other buildings. And not just one set, often a vehicle, but now two sets, usually at right angles or thereabouts. And across the street in the opposite lane-way, there has been someone "happening" to be in a vehicle with their headlights pointed at me about 80% of the time for the past six years when I get in or out of my vehicle where it is parked at my residence. Well, I suppose that got tired, so they replaced this over-obvious activity with a set of three newly-installed fixed lights on a garage that seem to be on all the time at night. Which may well complement the recent (09-2019) garage to two storey carriage house conversion in the adjacent back lane that "happens" to leave their outside lights on all the time, day and night. As to why the Psychopaths need to pummel me with bright lights all the time, especially for moments of vehicle and building egress, I don't know, but they have been absolutely consistent with this from the day they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. That is, the onset of overt and highly abusive harassment.

And the parked vehicle squatting/stalking has increased of late. I first noticed this change in public behavior a week before the onset of their berserk/overt abuse-athon of 04-2002. I was at a grocery store that I formerly frequented when I lived in Everett WA, even though I was living in Seattle WA at the time. (I would drive S from the border on Sunday evenings  on the I-5 and get my week's groceries there, as I knew the store and could get off and on the freeway readily). I could not figure out why all these males were sitting in their vehicles in the parking lot outside the grocery store, like there was some kind of drug distribution  going on. I even mentioned it to my boss, who surely must of known that I had noted it anew, and he was possibly assigned to elicit my suspicions. Dial it forward some 17.5 years of relentless harassment and fuckery, and this public behavior, at this aforementioned level of occurrence, has returned anew. Obviously I am going to park in more remote areas of  parking lots and draw them to me to make it more obvious, something they don't like to do. (Which they will likely counter by populating the parking lot with more vehicles and ensuring their wider dispersion).

Two days of highway blocking snow storms, today and yesterday, have prevented me from traveling to Victoria, as if this junket wouldn't be short enough. Yesterday all three routes were blocked, the lowest elevation route happened to have an rock fall rather than a snow storm. Well done, coincidence managers.

I saw the oncologist yesterday in Kelowna; my PSA score went up a little, when it had been down below 1.0 for the last two biannual visits. More tests and wait and see. Other diversionary banter took up the time, and likely I got mind-blanked too, as I wanted to get on with these infernal side-effect symptoms that have annoyed me for the last two years. I was told that would take two years to ameliorate, which they haven't. And now that two years is done, I want some action. But no, not allowed.

01-05-2020
 New Year and all; same harassment shit. They even made a point of this on New Year's eve, then 30 minutes into the New Year, by scrambling me over my usual bedtime routine. The forced "forgets", forced finger fumbling, etc., just the "usual" shit. "Happy New Year" came through on the telepathic channel. "Fuck You" was my response on the native channel.

I am now back in my residence in Penticton, having drove Hwy 5 on 01-02-2020. I got ahead of a incoming storm, though in places at the lower elevations it was decidedly wet. The Coquihalla Pass route was slippery in sections with packed snow on the surface. The "usual" problem in these circumstances is the greater variation in driving speeds. The scared shitless creepers through to the senseless "just like dry pavement" drivers. Add in some highly annoying twits that have a habit of braking excessively for no reason, aka the "binder minders", and it is just like past winter driving experiences. I also saw a upside down vehicle in the opposite lane, but thankfully it was a freeway section. About a half hour I saw an ambulance on its way. But given the peculiar behavior of some drivers on this route in winter, who decide to ignore lane signs and park in the third lane for whatever reason, no wonder there are problems.

Two weeks with my perp-abetting mother doddering about, and not seeming to use her hearing aids, was sufficient to do my Christmas visitation duty. The city of Victoria was at its gangstalking best, per usual. I didn't get out much due to my limited visitation time, the inclement weather, but as always, I was forced to because of some items I "forgot". And the gangstalking assholes poured it on the most at the LD store; at least 8 of these Fuckwits "shopping" by standing around and doing their bend overs and no picking anything up. I had three locations in the store to go to, one of them being obscure, and they had Fuckwits posted at each of them for extended durations for no seeming reason.

I took my flatbed scanner down to digitize a number of my mother's pictures, but in keeping with the usual perp fuckery, the job didn't get finished because they NEVER let me finish a new job. They just love to have uncompleted work hang over one's head for as long as they can. I could never figure this one out, but it has been so highly consistent that it a given. An alternative in the work site is to have someone else finish my work. Whatever. Just go fuck yourselves and leave me alone.

The one picture that I wanted to find and digitize was the one that was formerly digitized back in about 2009, and "somehow" disappeared off my computer. It showed me at about three years old, with my 16 month old brother in a stroller, with my mother in front of a backdrop of Montreal's wintertime frozen public sculptures. For "some reason" my mother had left it out and I saw it, and I at once realized that the photo placed me in Montreal in 1958-59 for which I have no recollection for. I was aware that I have a three year recall deletion over this period, but this photo unequivocally placed me in time and location and yet I have no recall of being there then. And I have never, ever, forgot where I lived at any location, and I was first forming permanent memories aged 26 months, that being Montreal. As best as I can recall, this was a first Montreal stay, my father beginning his PhD studies  at McGill. The aforementioned photo shows that my brother was about 16 months old, so it had to be a second and later stay, as I don't recall having any sibling the first stay.
 
At the time I digitized the above photo I also digitized some of my Seattle photographs of 2002, that detailed the anomalous "modifications" the assholes did to my apartment after they went berserk/overt in 04-2002. (I took the photographs to digitizing service then, as I did not own a scanner then).  [And I thought that I had posted this photo to this blog at the time, but cannot find the posting].

As to why my photos got mixed with my mother's I have no idea. I wouldn't be so stupid to take my mother's photo, "borrow it" in effect, to scan it with some of my own, and then "somehow" dump all of them back when returning my mother's photo. I should of just kept it, for all that she remembers them anyhow, though her capacity for recall of this era seems to be highly variable. And perhaps for strategic purposes and not revealing as to what went on, and was I given the Dr. Ewen Cameron treatment, Canada's very own brain damaging doctor, supposedly in the cause of research, who also "happened" to be at McGill, during his reign of terror and error. Abetted by visitations of Dr. Mengele if the many sightings of this uber-mind damager doctor are correct, which I believe they are. Surely there must be a specialist category of doctors who engage in non-consensual human experimentation and too, cause brain damage? I don't know Latin well enough to develop a clinical category that adequately describes this particular form of clinical treachery.

Though I did find some photos that placed me in snowy conditions during that period, but none that unequivocally place me in Montreal. Once I get the digitized photos compiled, I shall put some in this blog.

Another "find" was an envelope of my daughter's hair, aged two. (Her first crop of hair was being replaced by a second crop at the time). This envelope was always in my camera bag but mysteriously went missing, and I assumed the ex had stolen it. Again, I don't know how she knew it was there as I never told anyone. But "somehow" in the middle of my mother's photo collection, there it was. This wouldn't be the first time that something was mysteriously went missing and was found in peculiar circumstances, and won't likely be the last.

Anyhow, enough of this posting and to get it launched.