That would be ordering an item, this one online, though in-person orders have been known to be disrupted, delayed, fucked up somehow, or just plain blocked. Nearly always, I persist and I finally obtain what I ordered, though often going through many rounds before the items are delivered as advertised or expected. So yes, returning orders, or even accepting them and modifying the item to get it to what I expected, or even accepting it at a state of unexpectedness is all part of the 18 year long imposed fuckery that suddenly came down 04-2002. Sure, I had my more-than-my-fair-share of these kinds of issues before, but when the Psychopaths came down with an sudden and insane level of intrusion and force in 04-2002, why, these kinds of "problems" became all the more frequent by an order of magnitude.
I don't believe that any ordered item is obstructed because it is something the Psychopathic Confederacy believes I should not have, it is just that they seem to delight in (read, research) parsing the minutiae of specification (or shopping in a more casual situation), ordering, waiting, determining fitness of purpose of the item (and all manner of other usability parameters) upon receipt and the rest of the actions, cognitive components etc. And "of course" (for them, that is), the financial transaction component has been a long running high gangstalk and fuckery moment no matter where, how or for what purpose.
So this time, the assholes pulled a new one. The Dell PC was duly selected and specified from a number of configurations, along with the forced dithering and protraction (e.g. more research), another of their trademark fuckery games, and finally after three weeks I got to it, and ordered it online. Everything seemed to go well, and the final price with taxes etc. was presented, I paid with my charge card and all seemed done. About five days later, I see the same one in my Dell online shopping cart, though with the various differing web implementations it was difficult to know if it was updated and synchronized with other open browser tabs. I checked my charge card account, and no record of it's purchase. I phoned Dell today, and no record of it, like "what is the Order Number?", to which I replied, I didn't get one, as there was no email confirmation". Someone at the other end gets more particulars from me, but still no record of it. I get another phone number to call, but it would seem that the order got nixed by some mysterious means without any notification. Straight out the Psychopathic Play Book IMHO, though I could be wrong on this one until I make that next call, though I am not optimistic given the long running game of utterly senseless fuckery over this particular activity. So the question remains, why is ordering anything of such intense and focused abuse and obstruction for so long, and why all these variants of messing up each stage of the process? I don't know or care, just leave me the fuck alone for all time, the little I have left. (Spoken as a new pensioner as of last year).
A near-matched pair of intense leg cramps in the night last night, the first in months. They nailed me at about 0100h, and for two more later rounds. No prior warning either, such as evening time cramps while at this desk as I type. This being in my thighs, one a little more forward than the other, all to cause me to have a peculiar and uneven gait to walk it off. All the while I was screaming in pain, or else screaming at the assholes that put it on. I just cannot imagine how anyone could be so fucking sick to torture someone for 18 years and not show their face. If I had been incarcerated in Guantanamo Bay, I would of been out in seven year, seen the sons of bitches and been set up in South Pacific island. Those guys had it good as far as torture victims go. Plus, some of them got a big pot of money as compensation. Nothing but penury so far, though I don't get it as bad as some.
A week of vineyard work, this one at my 2012-15 employer to help out for three weeks while the main employer doesn't need me. This same employer alternation "happened" in 2018 at this same juncture, though then I got mugged as the foreman gave me two days notice and said he didn't need me for three weeks. Thanks, and if I can get another gig elsewhere, I will. As it "happened" it was an past/present employer alternation exercise. This year, the apparent reason for alternating was that the vile and threatening dog at the second vineyard, along with the vineyard's owner's lassitude (if not employer malfeasance) meant that I wasn't going back there ever again. (My boss said give him one more chance, and I said it was his last chance, this being the fourth "fuck-you" (wilful release of a highly threatening dog) event. Aka, the Welcome Back to K... Vineyard, 2020 event).
While I don't get the incessant road traffic noise at this vineyard, why, they thought of one thing, the noise I most loathe, the sound of HD motorcycle noise. You know, there just "happens" to be about 6-8 occurrences per day, not so sustained or ear-ripping loud, but present al the same. I reckon if I went to Antarctica, the assholes would find a way to plant this infernal noise in my proximity.
I would surmise that while the gangstalking has been more distant because of the "social distancing" COVID-19 measures, the applied harassment has been increased. You know, dropping things from my fingers (a sudden and unbidden release) is now more often than the baseline "usual" level of this outrageous fuckery that came on 04-2002 and never let up. Keystroke fuckery has also increased, and you can be sure that all this is composed with at least twice the swearing at the assholes than pre-Covid-19. The forced "forgets" have gone up considerably, even for vineyard tasks that I have known for 8 years. Thanks assholes. Yes, I know, competance is not allowed during this relentless 18 year long Abuse-athon, but FFS, why has it increased? Creating a yet more annoyed victim?
Speaking of Covid-19, the formerly esteemed epdimologits, Prof. Neil Ferguson of Imperial College, THE man who is the main spark-plug of the current worldwide economic ruination because of Covid-19 lock-downs etc, has thoroughly disgraced himself in a most carnal manner. He broke quarantine in the UK so he could get it on with a climate change hussy, an "open marriage" minded one. (The comments are scathing). One cannot make this shit up; two fraudsters, each of their own separate causes, each with worldwide ramifications, arrange a tryst in the middle of one of their ruinous escapades/cascades. And in doing so, violate the law that was enacted because of his doomer death projections that Fauci and Birks took seriously.
Which they needn't of, because Prof. Neil Ferguson got it wildly wrong on foot and mouth disease, HIV and AIDS, Swine Flu, Bird Flu and SARS before that. But, this guy has connections to the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, to the tune of $184million worth of donations. Well done old chap, I hope your wreckage recovery career serves you better than computer modelling epidemology, and that you can keep your ephemeral bone regularly exercised. Though in fact, this whole thing smells bad big time; a wildly inaccurate epidemilogist keeps company with Bill and Melinda long enough for Fauci and Birks to pile in, "advise" the US President, and then economic hell results. No one was looking, and didn't want to look. Funny how Trump didn't fire their asses months ago.
05-11-2020
A wiped-out day all day yesterday, even while working outside in the vineyard. I suspect another long take-down, like they pulled over 1999-2002, and then trounced me with their fuckery, which still continues to this day. Though then, the abuse and harassment was at an intense level and it suddenly lessened once illegally incarcerated.
And what is it about this particular look back stare that interests the Psychopaths. I was heading out of SOF supermarket, passing by the manned checkouts (which I don't normally use, but the self checkouts were choked up), and this woman in her thirties was standing with her back to me some 15' away, attending to the processing of her groceries, and for no seeming reason she turns her head around to look over her shoulder at me, giving me a sly smile. I gave her a cursory glance, and didn't look any more as I was in a very dulled-down state (per above paragraph), and kept walking out. How did she know exactly when to look at me and stare? These kind of well timed stares (or alternatively, Fuckwits stepping in my path), just freak me out. All I can conclude is that my entire proximate realm (people and objects), and me, are timed to the microsecond in an orchestrated ensemble of incredible proportions, a pseudo reality of a kind. Any other analysis or perceptions of this vignette or others like it from other TI's would be welcome.
Enough verbiage for a posting I reckon, and so to launch this one into the Interweb.
