10-23-2017
My first radiotherapy session for the prostate cancer this afternoon. A relief that it has begun, not so much for the beginning of cancer abatement, but finally, the perps have stopped planting the notion of going to a proton beam treatment center in California at LL. That would of been over $100k, and I don't have that kind of cash at the ready. For the last year they had me research proton beam therapy, and even engage LL for prospective treatment in June 2017. I realized that it was totally undoable from a financial perspective, and still the perps kept hammering me with the notion that "proton beam therapy at LL is in your future". Well if it is, it will be long after this therapy is over and it would be a desperate last effort to deal with a re-occurence. If LL is stil in my future, it doesn't look good. Finally, that planted and absurd mantra is over.
It was an hour's trip to Kelowna, which I will be doing for every weekday for 28 treatments. Not a problem with the drive, and a light to moderate vehicular gangstalking posse. Though the most excitement was when I was in Kelowna, and just finished getting skunked at a store that turned out to be closed, headed down the next street, one way (the correct way), and here is this Fuckwit coming at me driving down street in the wrong direction. Like WTF; I have seen way too many of these wrong way stunts to know that it is a fluke.
And the winter tires had to be put on for today, a 0700h appointment at the Ford dealership with two male Fuckwits doing the stand-around. I even had the "honor guard" treatment as I entered the building; two dudes split apart and stand there for me to pass between them just as I passed through the double doors. There was some pretense of the service staff speaking to one of them, and the other was doing the "stand-there" act, pretending he wasn't invading my personal space when there was plenty of room for him to move. And of course, not looking either, another pretend stunt I am long familiar with.
I would of expected the perps to have me make a few trips to Kelowna on the summer tires and then convert to the winter tires the next week, say, but unusually, they had me start this entire Kelowna junket for 28 trips just on the winter tires. And we know who is totally fussed and bothered about rubber, being a byproduct from trees.
Yoga tonight, and 12 other yogis, all female, and at least 9 of them were new. With one exception, all were 28+, so none of the past experience of seeing an array of cute asses as they had put on a few times. In fact, some were decidedly oversized, as is the instructor, so who knows what is going on for the perps that they put on such high rotations of newcomers in varying ass dimension themes.
10-24-2017
Radiotherapy was in-out, even if they had me arrive 40 min. early to sit in the parking lot for 30 min. As it "happened", the Ford dealership phoned when I got back to tell me that they had my hub caps. I drove over there and got the lug nuts re-torqued too. And what is it about these grinning service dudes and their large tattoos that they like me to see? At least two of them have two armfuls each; just plain fugly.
Then a side trip to the shoe maker in Kelowna, in my quest for bootlaces for my hiking boots, as there was a sudden blow out three weeks ago. These boots have little pulleys to pass the lace through, so the friction component is lower than normal. But no, only a year old, and the bootlaces had a blow out. And have I mentioned the perps' obsessions over footwear, and bootlaces before? Probably, but not recently, though the sabotage has been heavy on my workboots last year, where three pairs were in constant rotation, even getting swapped at the shoemakers more than once. (Failed pair on my feet gets swapped there and then for the just-repaired pair). The perps also have a specialty obsession over shoelaces and their color as well; it seems they need to get more "action" from these moving objects for whatever reason. This time, I am hoping that the bootlace obsession is over and done with for this pair, as I got Kevlar bootlaces which should last a lifetime. I can just imagine the boots will then fail. They have their ways of screwing with combinations and permutations of everything, so who knows.
10-25-2017
My third day of radiotherapy, and it turned out a little different. First, I got screwed into leaving later than my usual allowance for road issues, and lo, I got into a jam, traffic jam that is. Yesterday, the Kelowna bridge traffic was moving just fine at about 0730h, and with the appointment time only 15 min. later today, and getting screwed (somehow) into making a later departure, the traffic was crawling over the Kelowna bridge at 0750h. I made it to the treatment center and was ready with a minute to spare. I don't need that kind of stress over meeting/treatment appointments, and here I got screwed into one. Then I waited some 30 min. and finally was informed that they were doing some "physics tests" that should of been done last night. Whatever.
And the parking was "looked after"; normally a $2 coin gets me some 1.5 hours, plenty of time, but the notice on the meter was "complimentary parking today". I will take it. And as it "turned out", it was much needed as it saved me tripping out to add more time, and of course, fretting about it. Then when on the motorized bed and getting my initial scan, they determined that my rectum was too full and that they couldn't get their tolerances for beam aiming. (They can see all one's organ positions through the scanner). So they suggested coffee, and to wait a half hour. So I get changed back into my clothes, and have coffee, and after an hour, nothing. So another coffee, and it seemed it finally worked after an hour. Then the deal is to have a full bladder, so then I had to drink water, and wait 20 min. And so finally I was done at 1100h, when if things had gone normally, it would be been 0940h or so.
And what was all the above about? Having a rotation of stalkers around me in the waiting room, and in the adjacent hallway? In the latter location, they had two young males as porters, for moving patients, one on a stretcher. They in semi-military garb, including epaulets, just hanging around and yakking for 1.5 hours. And then the "dude honor guard" again; one on either side of a 8' wide hall, positioned oppositely for me to pass between them. We already did that shit this week, per above.
Another reason for the above delays, was to test me on coffee, in the continual obsession over all things brown, in me, on me (rare), around me (seating and other's clothing) and room decor. And of course my vehicle interior is brown, and no doubt with prior perp planning, as it belonged to my perp abetting parents at one time. I haven't had coffee, save the odd time, for over two years because of these urinary problem issues, and here I have two cups just before a CT scan and subsequent xray beam treatment. When will this insane shit over brown, coffee, and all the rest of the perp obsessions ever fucking end?
10-26-2017
Now, after some grape picking last week, why, it is grape picking in the morning, and then off to Kelowna to then get radiotherapy treatment. Another delay while they hit me up with a surprise, as they wanted a more full bladder. Two cups of water did the trick yesterday, but not today for some reason, and that was before they put the scanner on me. Call it a fake-out stunt; walk me there, ask the questions, and then ask me to take more water than yesterday. Why they cannot tell me this in advance and stick to one spec I don't know. The original spec was don't pee 2 hours ahead of time. Now it is different somewhat.
A holy vehicular gangstalking there and back, plus in the building, the loitering Fuckwits standing there for 40 min. And some step-in-the-way fuckers too.
I get to repeat the exercise tomorrow, and my landlord has a sudden need to have a client's vineyard picked, and I can get some done in the morning. Likely it will be from vineyard directly to Kelowna, rather than stopping at my place before heading off like today. And what is the deal over this coordination of picking and later irradiating?
10-27-2017
A harvest party last night at my seasonal employer's winery; about 40 people, some guests I even knew from vineyard work in prior years. And I met some new folks too, winemakers and winery owners. The whole deal was almost normal, save for a few who came in close, backing in, as in pretending not to notice.
At 0730h, while checking the road map before I set off, the landlord comes to tell me that the deal is different; the grapes need to be picked and removed from the property. But as things needed to be confirmed, no picking this morning. Soo.. after at 0600h get up, all was in vain. And in a later call, he says there is a tractor there, as well as bins, and I am to start tomorrow.
I had my radiotherapy, and what a hassle. Just when one needs a full bladder to optimize beam aiming, why, the perps pull their urination urgency fuckery again. I haven't had this problem since April when I discovered evening time tea was giving me the problem for the next whole morning. Perhaps it was the treatment creating this self-defeating side effect. We shall see, and wait this out over the weekend.
A tight vehicular formation around me when I set off to Kelowna; the kind that need to surge ahead in the L lane, and then 100m ahead, just sit there for the next 10km beside another vehicle at the same speed. Ditto on the way back, though visual blocking seemed to be more important with side by side 5 ton trucks and their large boxes who traveled together for 5 km. Later, one was ahead, another behind, and even at 120kph, one had to get ahead. One was white, one was yellow, different than the typical white-red vehicle pairings that are so common since all this shit rained (or reigned, if you prefer) down on me since 04-2002.
Laundry tonight, as I will be picking tomorrow; a sanitation pick apparently. And the pit lamping vehicles were out at every turn on the way there. The ones that arrive, or sit at the curb with their lights on before or after turning a corner. Just what is the deal these days; extra vehicular gangstalking, pit lamping and extra things going wrong to enrage me more often. In the latter instance, jammed zippers, not finding the ties on the hospital gowns, objects pulled from my grasp etc. A subtle escalation as well as a resumption of being extra short on patience, something that had been ameliorated since 05-2017 when I started a dopamine promoting MAOI. Now, the planted mind notion is to check on whether radiotherapy depletes dopamine. Which if it does, will infuriate me no end as I made it clear before all this began that I was ADD (=developmentally dopamine deficient). And I also made it clear that this whole prostate cancer would likely of never happened had I been dopamine healthy, as it is a hormone as well, and mediates the immune system. Bringing new and researched science to doctors is asking for failure (a roadblock) in my experience. Perhaps, doctors are taught to treat symptoms only, and with pharmaceuticals only.
10-28-2017
Picking grapes all day long; a sanitation pick all by myself.
10-29-2017
Ditto this Sunday; I run the tractor in the row with the bin on the back and park it 20' ahead, and pick the grapes into buckets, and then into the bin. Plenty of aircraft flyovers today, and then mixing in a helicopter too. And making sure the aircraft noise was pounded through my headphones while listening to music most of the time. I was cold most of the day even if partially sunny as the wind was up. The "usual" perp tricks of pulling grape bunches from my hands and dumping them on the ground, though for this sanitation pick it really doesn't matter so I don't retrieve them. To get my attention they have the grape bunches do unconventional flipping and improbable kinetic hopping and rolling when thrown into the bucket. Fun and games.
Anyhow; enough of the dull stuff to get this posted.
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Sunday, September 18, 2016
Employment FUD
09-13-2016
Tuesday, and the day-to-day pondering as to my employment status. Vineyard work is done now and I am kept on odd tasks, though some last a whole day. It is most strange the boss lady doesn't say anything. She doesn't even direct me much either, as the boss man has things for me to do, now that winemaking has begun.
Then future employment prospects got the royal FUD treatment; the hiring winemaker is splitting to work at another winery and three guys from France are coming to replace him. All the hiring winemaker has to do is not mention anything about me to his replacement crew, and I am replaced too. Bizarre IMHO.
And what is it about splattering food and beverages (in the kitchen mostly) that is so important to the perps? This insane fuckery goes on every meal preparation, but of late it has been getting to be a big hassle with me getting rage-ified in the extreme. Once one mess is cleaned up, they plant another. Even drawing the dishes cleaning brush from L to R somehow erupts in dish water splatter flying the opposite direction, time after time. What is the matter with the juvenile nightmare gang that they must harass the living shit out of me for over 14 years now? Over this ridiculous event, food flicking?
The pissing games (urination urgency) have come back by dint of some kind of fuckery. That is, urination urgency, though not at bad as it was Dec. 2015 to Mar. 2016. Back a few months ago I could go from morning to mid-afternoon before needing a piss. My piss count of late for that duration is now five. Thanks a bunch assholes; just when I get one problem nailed down they go and re-create the hassle.
09-14-2016
A group of six of us in the warehouse for most of the day, packing wine cases. A whole lot of brown boxes to say the least, containing either red, or white wine, or else made-up combinations. Based on past such events, there is plenty of near contact; butts, heads dipping, hands projecting in front of me, etc., all in the cause of expeditiously packing wine. Too, the cling (shrink) wrapping of the pallet loads is always a big deal, though this time they did not leave it all up to me. Another fellow helped out, and it was all for the good as it smoothed out the way things got done. Anyhow, all good company and we got lots more done than planned.
09-15-2016
What a fuck of a day...
An arranged (as of late yesterday) late work start of 1030h to start the shit show. I was to start at 0800h and had arranged a wheel alignment at the nearby Toyota dealership. I was there at 0800h and sat there at the customer waiting area at the Toyota dealership for an hour, expecting the job to be done. But no,they had part seizure problems. They could of told me this 20 minutes into the job instead of arranging this ambulatory gangstalking parade around me all that time. And the coughing and hacking that went on too, one would of thought it was winter. Strangely, only two other parties were waiting there while I was there for an hour, each lasted about 5 or 10 minutes. A fat woman and her husband, and later, a single dude seemed to need to sit down for five minutes, and I thought his act was most strange; probably an operative.
Then what to do? They dithered me into indecision for five minutes and I decided to get the vehicle wheel alignment done, and decided to take off than to submit to more gangstalking. On the way I was forced to purchase a 100g chocolate bar I didn't need at the nearby LD sore, and eat while walking with the noisy traffic coursing around me.
After 35 minutes of in-town walking back to my residence the assholes then plant the notion that I didn't have my house keys. Ergo, no lunch after a 35 min walk in the 30C heat. Outside was my briefcase in its soak in isopropanol alcohol for three days in the 1.5 year long quest to remove the mold smell the assholes laid on when they molded this place two years ago. Why the assholes had me walk across town to remove it, dump the yellow mold ridden alcohol on the ground, and then walk back across town again seems as perverse as it gets (the planted rationale is that it could dry out in the sunny weather).
I "happened" to meet my old landlady one block away while walking back; exchanged pleasantries etc and caught up on things since I last stayed there in 2012 -not part of the things-gone-wrong fuckery to say the least, but another interesting "coincidence" all the same.
Then to work at 1030h at the warehouse, no access as the door was locked. I checked the other side of the large building, it was locked too. Back to the first entry, email the boss who knows the phone number of the workers inside (one being her son) and lo, i was let in. And as it turns out, the group work of packing of yesterday wasn't continuing and so I get to make up two pallet orders.
One of the two workers, son of the owner, piles 20lb of flattened cardboard box bundles on my coat with my phone in it, fortunately it survived OK. Later the kid copy-cats me on "lunch" (left over trail mix) by sitting down exactly where I had sat down for lunch and eating the same trail mix), and then is about to lean on my coat and phone again until I advise him of the precarious nature (but not that he put the aforementioned cardboard boxes on my coat and phone). I nearly finish the second pallet order build, some 56 cases, and put on the last case and the kid bursts into a cough attack. Like WTF; why is it I get constantly stalked and noise-stalked every time I complete something?
We finish early at 1315h and they give me a lift back to Toyota to get my keys, if not vehicle, but thankfully it is repaired. "Only" $80 extra over and above a wheel alignment cost for their extra "difficulty". And then with some free time I got onto loose ends; launder the briefcase, get the BSOD prone PC #1 to the repair guy. No doubt that will be at least a week of down time; hopefully not months like time, from December 2015 to March 2016.
Then onto the automotive repair outfit that did my brake job in January, as the vehicle vibrates on braking, confirmed by the Toyota dealership when they did a test drive. Said outfit said that brake rotors have only a 60 day warranty but we can "help you out" on a new set. Like WTF: I have never had new rotors "fail" (go out of true) inside of 8 months of installation. (I have been through many pairs of rotors over the last 40 years of car ownership). I made it clear I wanted a good set and not be back inside of six months. (I have been long stiffed with minimum spec car parts and don't go there if I get a choice in selecting parts myself). While waiting in the customer sitting area for the mechanics to put the car on the hoist to get a measurement off the brake rotors, (odd IMHO) a bizarre vignette unfolds. (It was odd as I later discovered when doing online brake parts surfing; all he had to ask me was is it a 4 or 6 cylinder model, assuming he didn't already know). Bizarrely, the woman in the back office took a tape measure, the typical carpenters' flexible yellow steel kind, and proceeded to measure herself around her hips while standing next to her desk. After a few minutes of messing with this endeavor she proceeded to measure her bust. All the while I shot unseen glances to determine if she was playing with a full deck. Then she "happened" to notice me momentarily casting a glimpse at her bust measuring spectacle and she saw me looking and only then decided it might be a bit embarrassing and then moved away from the open door way and presumably finished measuring her bust out of my view. Eventually she resumed sitting at her desk. How utterly bizarre, and such has a propensity to erupt around me all the time. Interesting that the measuring component was added into this totally unnecessary 20 min. wait at the auto repair shop. This auto shop was NOT one I was going to return to as they blew me off about initiating a Pirelli tire warranty claim back in July, claiming they didn't belong to the Big O tire chain since July 01. I must of dropped over $2k in repairs on them in the last two years. So here I got screwed into going back to this shop I didn't want to return to all over these shit brake rotors, or else the perps jacked with them to force me back and of course, to cough up more money. And what is it about tires and brakes and brake rotors the perps just must sabotage, now in its third iteration in 2016? Or four iterations if you count the prior wheel alignment today, though not technically brake or tire related.
I get back to my place, and sit down to read "The Secret Team" and then I get hit with a nap attack for an hour. Then dinner with all kinds of perp interference; finger fumbling, food flicking, mind dithering. They especially go nuts on me when transferring food from one plate or vessel to another, and all the more so when I about to take my dinner (completed dish) to the table.
Then I got ambitious about measuring and marking to install for L brackets to support this shelf that is to be installed, a 4 month delayed project, shelf still to come.
Then a new garbage routine; I take my garbage 80' down the lane, empty it into the landlord's garbage can and return my empty one. The insane litany of fuckery over refuse and recyclable garbage is unrelenting.
09-16-2016
Doing vehicle jockey work for the owners this morning; both their vehicles needed oil changes so I ran the truck down to the Ford dealership and waited 10 minutes for a ride with a coworker. Then back to deal with the regular garbage duties, and then I took the owners' SUV to the Honda dealership where I waited in the customer area for an hour until it was done. I suppose they wanted me to have more face time with a deep brown skinned person, as he was my service rep. He wasn't negro, and didn't speak like a E. Indian, and in fact, spoke impeccable English. Anyhow, all was civil, polite and copesthetic and I drove the vehicle back to the work site. So...that is four automotive shop customer waiting area seatings in two days. It cannot be a coincidence, though I have no idea as to why the perps like to arrange such events apart from their obsession over seat swapping. That is, have me seated, and later, someone else presumably sits down next to, or in, my seat in my absence. Much like the public transit games that went on ad infinitum in Victoria when living there, 2002 to 2011.
09-17-2016
A fork lift certification course for the most part today. A two hour classroom and a test, and lo, if my upright pack on the floor wasn't flooded with water from my steel water bottle. Like WTF; nearly all of the one liter of water was on the floor, the cap was sealed fine, and the bottle was upright and SOMEHOW all this water was in a puddle on the floor with my pack in the middle of it. And we know who likes to dick with water in all its sources don't we? Add in the arranged weather of it lightly raining all morning and while the six students, including me, did their forklift driving test in this weather. And too, the 4" drainpipes from the building's roof also ejected their rainwater contents where we were standing while each student was operating the forklift.
Anyhow, all went well and I even scored some extra time for tricky driving when the pallet, and forklift, is next to a wall. A shipping container served the purpose and I got extra instruction on this particular situation that the perps seem to like to dither me over since I began my very limited fork lift driving over a two years ago.
And of course, it was all about seat swapping too; one student, then another, and then sometimes alternating to use the one forklift in succession.
A nap-attack fake-out later in the afternoon, not getting to sleep at all once lying down. This followed reading "The Secret Team", a detailed treatise on the rogue CIA. All the more rouge when one considers that it was never in their mandate to have an operational arm. That is, not to have weapons, military materiel, military divisions, undertake foreign meddling, and the rest of it. I haven't got anywhere near their LSD research, support of brain trashing psychiatrists, namely Dr. Ewen Cameron, or their notorious and significant SE Asian drug importation. Never mind that the CIA disrupted the largely agrarian population in advance and then fomented the Vietnam War and then managed to hand it over to the US military once war escalation was imminent. Then in another book of Prouty's, he details the CIA involvement in the assassination of JFK.
Onto laundry in the afternoon amidst colossal vehicular gangstalking. Trains of vehicles at every uncontrolled crossing/turn I made.
The back to the auto shop, in person because they were to phone me yesterday and didn't, and then they also changed their phone number so I could not get through to find out if they ordered the above mentioned brake rotors. These are to replace the ones that mysteriously (IMHO) ran out of true since installation in 01-2016. And what is it about ripping me off that is so important for the perps? Last night I see on Amazon that I can get these brake rotors for $35 each, same make and model. But of course the rotors were already delivered to the shop, who when I asked, told me they could "honor" the $65 price I paid before. Not only did the perps sabotage my 9 month old brake rotors, they then force me back to this shop that pissed me off over the tire warranty I was seeking in July, (per above, and for which I swore I would never go back there again), and finally to add insult to injury, they then rip me off over the price of new rotors.
And the brake rotor problem following on the heels of getting the (warranty) tires installed last weekend, a follow-on wheel alignment, and can we say, "yet another fine coincidence"?
More afternoon time to get laundry done, with more "customers" that strangely need to close in on me at every turn, and when done, I read more of "The Secret Team". This time a real nap attack some 10 minutes into reading the book, getting hit for 1.5 hours before getting up at 1815h. And why do they need to constantly hit me with nap attacks over this book? It is all about their imperative over information epistemology [ih-pis-tuh-mol-uh-jee] -noun 1. a branch of philosophy that investigates the origin, nature, methods, and limits of human knowledge]. And too, why they need to arrange these senseless massacres at schools and universities all over the world.
I will be so glad to finish reading "The Secret Team" book for all the nap attack interference I am getting every time I read it. Nothing related to the contents I hasten to add. Then I can get back to reading about cancer, another "gift" from the perps this year.
09-18-2016
Sunday, and I didn't pursue any weekend work today. The weather was tolerably hikable. The usual delays in getting going, and then on the road finally. No regular trip though; a mule deer ran across the road in front of me, threading itself in front of a motorhome from the opposite direction and across the entire road. I slammed on the brakes and narrowly averted a major mess, and repair bill. The new Pirellis served me well.
At least 20 parties on this regular hike, most unusual as they left me alone for the most part this summer. An hour of top-only tanning as they screwed me out of wearing my shorts due to weather uncertainty before I set off. They also had me doze off while tanning. When it came time to go two parties arrived either side of me, each some 100' away. I thought it was opportune to then depart, and lo, another party "happened" to start ahead of me, and lo, a second party behind me. Like WTF; I never had this much attention at McIntyre Bluff all this year until now. I eventually got ahead of the party ahead of me, they pretending to be surprised I came up from behind. All the more to see the waddling male in shorts ahead of me I suppose, a long running perp planted motif. I stopped at the farm store for groceries and got to the parking lot, and lo, if these same trail stalking parties didn't both arrive there too. One proceeded me and one tailed me out, now in vehicles.
Anyhow, enough on the travails of another week, and onto posting this.
Tuesday, and the day-to-day pondering as to my employment status. Vineyard work is done now and I am kept on odd tasks, though some last a whole day. It is most strange the boss lady doesn't say anything. She doesn't even direct me much either, as the boss man has things for me to do, now that winemaking has begun.
Then future employment prospects got the royal FUD treatment; the hiring winemaker is splitting to work at another winery and three guys from France are coming to replace him. All the hiring winemaker has to do is not mention anything about me to his replacement crew, and I am replaced too. Bizarre IMHO.
And what is it about splattering food and beverages (in the kitchen mostly) that is so important to the perps? This insane fuckery goes on every meal preparation, but of late it has been getting to be a big hassle with me getting rage-ified in the extreme. Once one mess is cleaned up, they plant another. Even drawing the dishes cleaning brush from L to R somehow erupts in dish water splatter flying the opposite direction, time after time. What is the matter with the juvenile nightmare gang that they must harass the living shit out of me for over 14 years now? Over this ridiculous event, food flicking?
The pissing games (urination urgency) have come back by dint of some kind of fuckery. That is, urination urgency, though not at bad as it was Dec. 2015 to Mar. 2016. Back a few months ago I could go from morning to mid-afternoon before needing a piss. My piss count of late for that duration is now five. Thanks a bunch assholes; just when I get one problem nailed down they go and re-create the hassle.
09-14-2016
A group of six of us in the warehouse for most of the day, packing wine cases. A whole lot of brown boxes to say the least, containing either red, or white wine, or else made-up combinations. Based on past such events, there is plenty of near contact; butts, heads dipping, hands projecting in front of me, etc., all in the cause of expeditiously packing wine. Too, the cling (shrink) wrapping of the pallet loads is always a big deal, though this time they did not leave it all up to me. Another fellow helped out, and it was all for the good as it smoothed out the way things got done. Anyhow, all good company and we got lots more done than planned.
09-15-2016
What a fuck of a day...
An arranged (as of late yesterday) late work start of 1030h to start the shit show. I was to start at 0800h and had arranged a wheel alignment at the nearby Toyota dealership. I was there at 0800h and sat there at the customer waiting area at the Toyota dealership for an hour, expecting the job to be done. But no,they had part seizure problems. They could of told me this 20 minutes into the job instead of arranging this ambulatory gangstalking parade around me all that time. And the coughing and hacking that went on too, one would of thought it was winter. Strangely, only two other parties were waiting there while I was there for an hour, each lasted about 5 or 10 minutes. A fat woman and her husband, and later, a single dude seemed to need to sit down for five minutes, and I thought his act was most strange; probably an operative.
Then what to do? They dithered me into indecision for five minutes and I decided to get the vehicle wheel alignment done, and decided to take off than to submit to more gangstalking. On the way I was forced to purchase a 100g chocolate bar I didn't need at the nearby LD sore, and eat while walking with the noisy traffic coursing around me.
After 35 minutes of in-town walking back to my residence the assholes then plant the notion that I didn't have my house keys. Ergo, no lunch after a 35 min walk in the 30C heat. Outside was my briefcase in its soak in isopropanol alcohol for three days in the 1.5 year long quest to remove the mold smell the assholes laid on when they molded this place two years ago. Why the assholes had me walk across town to remove it, dump the yellow mold ridden alcohol on the ground, and then walk back across town again seems as perverse as it gets (the planted rationale is that it could dry out in the sunny weather).
I "happened" to meet my old landlady one block away while walking back; exchanged pleasantries etc and caught up on things since I last stayed there in 2012 -not part of the things-gone-wrong fuckery to say the least, but another interesting "coincidence" all the same.
Then to work at 1030h at the warehouse, no access as the door was locked. I checked the other side of the large building, it was locked too. Back to the first entry, email the boss who knows the phone number of the workers inside (one being her son) and lo, i was let in. And as it turns out, the group work of packing of yesterday wasn't continuing and so I get to make up two pallet orders.
One of the two workers, son of the owner, piles 20lb of flattened cardboard box bundles on my coat with my phone in it, fortunately it survived OK. Later the kid copy-cats me on "lunch" (left over trail mix) by sitting down exactly where I had sat down for lunch and eating the same trail mix), and then is about to lean on my coat and phone again until I advise him of the precarious nature (but not that he put the aforementioned cardboard boxes on my coat and phone). I nearly finish the second pallet order build, some 56 cases, and put on the last case and the kid bursts into a cough attack. Like WTF; why is it I get constantly stalked and noise-stalked every time I complete something?
We finish early at 1315h and they give me a lift back to Toyota to get my keys, if not vehicle, but thankfully it is repaired. "Only" $80 extra over and above a wheel alignment cost for their extra "difficulty". And then with some free time I got onto loose ends; launder the briefcase, get the BSOD prone PC #1 to the repair guy. No doubt that will be at least a week of down time; hopefully not months like time, from December 2015 to March 2016.
Then onto the automotive repair outfit that did my brake job in January, as the vehicle vibrates on braking, confirmed by the Toyota dealership when they did a test drive. Said outfit said that brake rotors have only a 60 day warranty but we can "help you out" on a new set. Like WTF: I have never had new rotors "fail" (go out of true) inside of 8 months of installation. (I have been through many pairs of rotors over the last 40 years of car ownership). I made it clear I wanted a good set and not be back inside of six months. (I have been long stiffed with minimum spec car parts and don't go there if I get a choice in selecting parts myself). While waiting in the customer sitting area for the mechanics to put the car on the hoist to get a measurement off the brake rotors, (odd IMHO) a bizarre vignette unfolds. (It was odd as I later discovered when doing online brake parts surfing; all he had to ask me was is it a 4 or 6 cylinder model, assuming he didn't already know). Bizarrely, the woman in the back office took a tape measure, the typical carpenters' flexible yellow steel kind, and proceeded to measure herself around her hips while standing next to her desk. After a few minutes of messing with this endeavor she proceeded to measure her bust. All the while I shot unseen glances to determine if she was playing with a full deck. Then she "happened" to notice me momentarily casting a glimpse at her bust measuring spectacle and she saw me looking and only then decided it might be a bit embarrassing and then moved away from the open door way and presumably finished measuring her bust out of my view. Eventually she resumed sitting at her desk. How utterly bizarre, and such has a propensity to erupt around me all the time. Interesting that the measuring component was added into this totally unnecessary 20 min. wait at the auto repair shop. This auto shop was NOT one I was going to return to as they blew me off about initiating a Pirelli tire warranty claim back in July, claiming they didn't belong to the Big O tire chain since July 01. I must of dropped over $2k in repairs on them in the last two years. So here I got screwed into going back to this shop I didn't want to return to all over these shit brake rotors, or else the perps jacked with them to force me back and of course, to cough up more money. And what is it about tires and brakes and brake rotors the perps just must sabotage, now in its third iteration in 2016? Or four iterations if you count the prior wheel alignment today, though not technically brake or tire related.
I get back to my place, and sit down to read "The Secret Team" and then I get hit with a nap attack for an hour. Then dinner with all kinds of perp interference; finger fumbling, food flicking, mind dithering. They especially go nuts on me when transferring food from one plate or vessel to another, and all the more so when I about to take my dinner (completed dish) to the table.
Then I got ambitious about measuring and marking to install for L brackets to support this shelf that is to be installed, a 4 month delayed project, shelf still to come.
Then a new garbage routine; I take my garbage 80' down the lane, empty it into the landlord's garbage can and return my empty one. The insane litany of fuckery over refuse and recyclable garbage is unrelenting.
09-16-2016
Doing vehicle jockey work for the owners this morning; both their vehicles needed oil changes so I ran the truck down to the Ford dealership and waited 10 minutes for a ride with a coworker. Then back to deal with the regular garbage duties, and then I took the owners' SUV to the Honda dealership where I waited in the customer area for an hour until it was done. I suppose they wanted me to have more face time with a deep brown skinned person, as he was my service rep. He wasn't negro, and didn't speak like a E. Indian, and in fact, spoke impeccable English. Anyhow, all was civil, polite and copesthetic and I drove the vehicle back to the work site. So...that is four automotive shop customer waiting area seatings in two days. It cannot be a coincidence, though I have no idea as to why the perps like to arrange such events apart from their obsession over seat swapping. That is, have me seated, and later, someone else presumably sits down next to, or in, my seat in my absence. Much like the public transit games that went on ad infinitum in Victoria when living there, 2002 to 2011.
09-17-2016
A fork lift certification course for the most part today. A two hour classroom and a test, and lo, if my upright pack on the floor wasn't flooded with water from my steel water bottle. Like WTF; nearly all of the one liter of water was on the floor, the cap was sealed fine, and the bottle was upright and SOMEHOW all this water was in a puddle on the floor with my pack in the middle of it. And we know who likes to dick with water in all its sources don't we? Add in the arranged weather of it lightly raining all morning and while the six students, including me, did their forklift driving test in this weather. And too, the 4" drainpipes from the building's roof also ejected their rainwater contents where we were standing while each student was operating the forklift.
Anyhow, all went well and I even scored some extra time for tricky driving when the pallet, and forklift, is next to a wall. A shipping container served the purpose and I got extra instruction on this particular situation that the perps seem to like to dither me over since I began my very limited fork lift driving over a two years ago.
And of course, it was all about seat swapping too; one student, then another, and then sometimes alternating to use the one forklift in succession.
A nap-attack fake-out later in the afternoon, not getting to sleep at all once lying down. This followed reading "The Secret Team", a detailed treatise on the rogue CIA. All the more rouge when one considers that it was never in their mandate to have an operational arm. That is, not to have weapons, military materiel, military divisions, undertake foreign meddling, and the rest of it. I haven't got anywhere near their LSD research, support of brain trashing psychiatrists, namely Dr. Ewen Cameron, or their notorious and significant SE Asian drug importation. Never mind that the CIA disrupted the largely agrarian population in advance and then fomented the Vietnam War and then managed to hand it over to the US military once war escalation was imminent. Then in another book of Prouty's, he details the CIA involvement in the assassination of JFK.
Onto laundry in the afternoon amidst colossal vehicular gangstalking. Trains of vehicles at every uncontrolled crossing/turn I made.
The back to the auto shop, in person because they were to phone me yesterday and didn't, and then they also changed their phone number so I could not get through to find out if they ordered the above mentioned brake rotors. These are to replace the ones that mysteriously (IMHO) ran out of true since installation in 01-2016. And what is it about ripping me off that is so important for the perps? Last night I see on Amazon that I can get these brake rotors for $35 each, same make and model. But of course the rotors were already delivered to the shop, who when I asked, told me they could "honor" the $65 price I paid before. Not only did the perps sabotage my 9 month old brake rotors, they then force me back to this shop that pissed me off over the tire warranty I was seeking in July, (per above, and for which I swore I would never go back there again), and finally to add insult to injury, they then rip me off over the price of new rotors.
And the brake rotor problem following on the heels of getting the (warranty) tires installed last weekend, a follow-on wheel alignment, and can we say, "yet another fine coincidence"?
More afternoon time to get laundry done, with more "customers" that strangely need to close in on me at every turn, and when done, I read more of "The Secret Team". This time a real nap attack some 10 minutes into reading the book, getting hit for 1.5 hours before getting up at 1815h. And why do they need to constantly hit me with nap attacks over this book? It is all about their imperative over information epistemology [ih-pis-tuh-mol-uh-jee] -noun 1. a branch of philosophy that investigates the origin, nature, methods, and limits of human knowledge]. And too, why they need to arrange these senseless massacres at schools and universities all over the world.
I will be so glad to finish reading "The Secret Team" book for all the nap attack interference I am getting every time I read it. Nothing related to the contents I hasten to add. Then I can get back to reading about cancer, another "gift" from the perps this year.
09-18-2016
Sunday, and I didn't pursue any weekend work today. The weather was tolerably hikable. The usual delays in getting going, and then on the road finally. No regular trip though; a mule deer ran across the road in front of me, threading itself in front of a motorhome from the opposite direction and across the entire road. I slammed on the brakes and narrowly averted a major mess, and repair bill. The new Pirellis served me well.
At least 20 parties on this regular hike, most unusual as they left me alone for the most part this summer. An hour of top-only tanning as they screwed me out of wearing my shorts due to weather uncertainty before I set off. They also had me doze off while tanning. When it came time to go two parties arrived either side of me, each some 100' away. I thought it was opportune to then depart, and lo, another party "happened" to start ahead of me, and lo, a second party behind me. Like WTF; I never had this much attention at McIntyre Bluff all this year until now. I eventually got ahead of the party ahead of me, they pretending to be surprised I came up from behind. All the more to see the waddling male in shorts ahead of me I suppose, a long running perp planted motif. I stopped at the farm store for groceries and got to the parking lot, and lo, if these same trail stalking parties didn't both arrive there too. One proceeded me and one tailed me out, now in vehicles.
Anyhow, enough on the travails of another week, and onto posting this.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Give the Victim Cancer, Then Obstruct His Treatment
08-08-2016
These herbal concoctions cost a fortune, all in the cause of ending the prostate cancer the assholes gave me in June. I put an order together to get the next round of items, and on completion of the order I see the assholes fucked me out of seeing one item on the prescription list that I need for the kidney flush. I was screamingly infuriated, as I had read that section at least twice, and "somehow" I missed the chlorophyll line item. I was pissed beyond compare to say the least. This cognitive and/or visual dithering is just another example of the relentless and insane fuckery that I get stiffed with at anytime, anywhere.
08-09-2016
A hacked up day, interspersed with forced "forgets". I worked for 1.5 hours, then went to the dentist, and then to the warehouse to make up two orders for shipping. And so when I got to the dentist, they had me discover that I forgot my wallet. After treatment I went back to my residence returned to the dentist's office and paid my bill, and then onto the warehouse to make up shipping orders.
While at the warehouse I was obliged to use the common-use forklift to take a pallet off the one I wanted to get at. I am certified, but my employer doesn't want me to use the forklift anywhere for reasons that make absolutely no sense. So what am I supposed to do? Wait an hour for the sanctioned employee to come for a one minute forklift job? It was too ridiculous to contemplate, so I used the forklift and got the pallet off. And as soon as drove it to the parking stall, why, the neighboring warehouse tenant "happened" to need the forklift, so without turning it off even, and only setting the parking brake and shifting it into neutral, I got off and he got on. Can we say (yet again), the perps cannot get someone into/onto my just-vacated place (seated, standing, or walking) fast enough?
When I returned to the winery, the assholes had me "forget" the warehouse key set I was to return. I knew I used it to get in and then put in my pocket, as the first rule of keys is "don't fuss with them", just put them away on one's person in a reliable location, e.g. pocket. A 10 minute walk back to my car to look for them seemed to be what the perps were suggesting in mind, and having no choice I went to my vehicle and found the keys. I had absolutely no need to pull them out of my pocket and put them in my vehicle after first using them, so I assume this was one of their teleportational jerkarounds. And given the increase of doubling back games of late, this latest stunt of having me "lose" the keys is in keeping with this harassment method.
And dental work is oh-so expensive, all in consideration of the herbalist who wants me to have root canal teeth removed. The herbalist considers such teeth to be a source of infection, and hence, a stimulant for cancer. Implanted teeth are $4k each, and bridge work is half that. Having a gap isn't recommended either, as surrounding teeth will move in. Besides, one adjacent tooth would need a crown to then support a bridge, and that would be another $1200. And too, healthy teeth would need to be drilled to support the bridge.
And to remove my last two metal amalgam fillings, I would still need that aforementioned crown. The dental hygienist made a point of scraping the very fillings we were talking about, and isn't that how one creates more mercury poisoning? I am going to think long and hard about this root canal removal "need", as it will get very expensive.
08-10-2016
I spent most of the day operating the weed whacker, though the power head can be detached from the string trimmer end and substitute a hedger.
The increase in pit-lamping events is sustained so far this week; these assholes with headlights pointed at me, typically when I am getting into or out of my vehicle, or arriving or leaving a parking lot.
a three dude posse on skateboards to cover me at the corner, looking all the more ridiculous as one had crutches. This while on the way to the bottled water station. Then onto the neighboring gasoline station, where the fire truck was sitting across three lanes of pumps. No apparent emergency, this at 1900h or so, so why would they be doing a "social visit" to the gasoline station in their fire truck. As has been long reported here, the fire department does lots of "emergencies" and gangstalking cruise-bys for the perps, and so it would seem they were called out to sit in the gasoline station property. They pulled away before I got there, and lo, if the pump use (other "customers") wasn't configured to have me drive over the very location where the fire truck had been parked. Normally I avoid that particular pump as there is too much busy action there, but as "chance" would have it, my preferred pump locations were tied up.
And minor weirdness at the next bay, opposite mine; two vehicles backed up together and the "customers" seemed to be filling both from the same pump, engaging in one fill up for two vehicles. This was made apparent as the dude placed the nozzle end on top of the shared surface between the adjacent bays. I had never seen a two vehicle-single fill act before, and I suppose getting the nozzle that bit closer to me in an unusual juxtaposition and having it sit there for a minute or so was just too exciting in the perp's human nonconsensual human experimentation (read, nonstop abuse-athon) agenda.
A surge of gangstalkers of the populations subtype of the doddering duckies, mostly males, in their ridiculous plaid shorts.
08-12-2016
Friday, but one with a different start, so to speak. I go to the warehouse to make up a pallet order, and enter via the keyed door, and I open it up, and here is this 65+ y.o. man standing there, shirtless no less, looking straight ahead like a zombie. I say "hello", and I think he said something, and I proceed through the door and he closes in, attempting to get through the doorway at the same time. Ergo, yet another, personal space intrusion from this utter freak, there for no seeming reason but as some kind of doorway stalking stunt. I have seen most of the personnel at this warehouse and we are on at least nodding terms when we recognize each other. But this mofo, I had never been seen before, and I hope never again. Later in the day, the perps planted the notion that he and his family own the whole warehouse and the adjacent steel fabrication plant and the attendant large yard of construction materiel (and materials).
And what is it about me making work progress that so interests the perps that they have three people sending texts, or in person afterward, wondering "if I had finished yet", or latterly, "why did it the order take so long?". I bust my butt to get everything done efficiently and promptly, but as some 60 cases of wine needed new labels (two per case), and 14 of them had to be split into half cases and labeled too, it takes time. As mentioned many times in these blog postings, the perps have a work productivity theme as a component of their insane abuse/human consensual experimentation agenda.
And you thought it was all about remotely applied mind control, what I ate, and all my energetic interactions with foods, others, materials, colors, and their proximity and juxtaposition with respect to me. So did I once, but when the Psychopathic operatives were clustering around me anytime I paid for something back in the intense abuse days of 2002-2003, it clued me into there being much more to their objectives. Themes like
plus a few other concept themes that don't come to mind; all these are very much part of the perp/Psychopathic Confederacy agenda, and to me, all the more mysterious as to what is so important about arranging them.
08-13-2016
Saturday, and some free time to attend to the equipment rack, where I have my PC and stereo gear stored. The assholes screwed me right and left as to getting the correct mount holes for the cage nut's placement. Then onto a haircut, this time a new student who had purple hair, a light tinged touch, and not one that was bold or garish.
Then onto Kelowna for purchasing used snow tires and then used rims, and then dropping all off at the tire shop there who is dealing with my Pirelli warranty claim, and whom I expect to deal with next week to get replacement tires. Why all this tire "action" is taking place some 63km from here is utterly bizarre. But as the perps are obsessed over tires, and the tree rubber they come from, and whatever else related to this, I should not be surprised
08-14-2016
Sunday, spent mostly doing vineyard work at the former full time employer. He is behind in getting vineyard work done, and asked me to help him out. I said I would, even if he reduced my pay for vineyard work versus winery work. Which explains why he laid me off in 2014; he wanted to pay his vineyard workers less. (I was doing both jobs from 2012 to 2014, and he paid me the higher rate for all duties once I became his winemaker). The perps are still at it; they will not let me use my hand pruners (secateurs) efficiently, but have me place the jaw above or below the intended cut line, or else have me pause and have the jaw rest on the outside of the intended cut line. Fourteen years of insane abuse and harassment, including being made a laborer from an IT job in 2002, and they still won't let me use the tool of the trade efficiently. Utterly bizarre.
Tonight's call with a TI got seriously hacked; fading voice, then slowing the voice like one of those old cinematic films that would slow down, and after four attempts to communicate became unlistenable, it was time to call it done.
Anyhow, enough to get this done for Sunday evening and posted for the Russians to read. All those readers from that part of the world does make me suspicious as to another spoofing of the victim (me).
These herbal concoctions cost a fortune, all in the cause of ending the prostate cancer the assholes gave me in June. I put an order together to get the next round of items, and on completion of the order I see the assholes fucked me out of seeing one item on the prescription list that I need for the kidney flush. I was screamingly infuriated, as I had read that section at least twice, and "somehow" I missed the chlorophyll line item. I was pissed beyond compare to say the least. This cognitive and/or visual dithering is just another example of the relentless and insane fuckery that I get stiffed with at anytime, anywhere.
08-09-2016
A hacked up day, interspersed with forced "forgets". I worked for 1.5 hours, then went to the dentist, and then to the warehouse to make up two orders for shipping. And so when I got to the dentist, they had me discover that I forgot my wallet. After treatment I went back to my residence returned to the dentist's office and paid my bill, and then onto the warehouse to make up shipping orders.
While at the warehouse I was obliged to use the common-use forklift to take a pallet off the one I wanted to get at. I am certified, but my employer doesn't want me to use the forklift anywhere for reasons that make absolutely no sense. So what am I supposed to do? Wait an hour for the sanctioned employee to come for a one minute forklift job? It was too ridiculous to contemplate, so I used the forklift and got the pallet off. And as soon as drove it to the parking stall, why, the neighboring warehouse tenant "happened" to need the forklift, so without turning it off even, and only setting the parking brake and shifting it into neutral, I got off and he got on. Can we say (yet again), the perps cannot get someone into/onto my just-vacated place (seated, standing, or walking) fast enough?
When I returned to the winery, the assholes had me "forget" the warehouse key set I was to return. I knew I used it to get in and then put in my pocket, as the first rule of keys is "don't fuss with them", just put them away on one's person in a reliable location, e.g. pocket. A 10 minute walk back to my car to look for them seemed to be what the perps were suggesting in mind, and having no choice I went to my vehicle and found the keys. I had absolutely no need to pull them out of my pocket and put them in my vehicle after first using them, so I assume this was one of their teleportational jerkarounds. And given the increase of doubling back games of late, this latest stunt of having me "lose" the keys is in keeping with this harassment method.
And dental work is oh-so expensive, all in consideration of the herbalist who wants me to have root canal teeth removed. The herbalist considers such teeth to be a source of infection, and hence, a stimulant for cancer. Implanted teeth are $4k each, and bridge work is half that. Having a gap isn't recommended either, as surrounding teeth will move in. Besides, one adjacent tooth would need a crown to then support a bridge, and that would be another $1200. And too, healthy teeth would need to be drilled to support the bridge.
And to remove my last two metal amalgam fillings, I would still need that aforementioned crown. The dental hygienist made a point of scraping the very fillings we were talking about, and isn't that how one creates more mercury poisoning? I am going to think long and hard about this root canal removal "need", as it will get very expensive.
08-10-2016
I spent most of the day operating the weed whacker, though the power head can be detached from the string trimmer end and substitute a hedger.
The increase in pit-lamping events is sustained so far this week; these assholes with headlights pointed at me, typically when I am getting into or out of my vehicle, or arriving or leaving a parking lot.
a three dude posse on skateboards to cover me at the corner, looking all the more ridiculous as one had crutches. This while on the way to the bottled water station. Then onto the neighboring gasoline station, where the fire truck was sitting across three lanes of pumps. No apparent emergency, this at 1900h or so, so why would they be doing a "social visit" to the gasoline station in their fire truck. As has been long reported here, the fire department does lots of "emergencies" and gangstalking cruise-bys for the perps, and so it would seem they were called out to sit in the gasoline station property. They pulled away before I got there, and lo, if the pump use (other "customers") wasn't configured to have me drive over the very location where the fire truck had been parked. Normally I avoid that particular pump as there is too much busy action there, but as "chance" would have it, my preferred pump locations were tied up.
And minor weirdness at the next bay, opposite mine; two vehicles backed up together and the "customers" seemed to be filling both from the same pump, engaging in one fill up for two vehicles. This was made apparent as the dude placed the nozzle end on top of the shared surface between the adjacent bays. I had never seen a two vehicle-single fill act before, and I suppose getting the nozzle that bit closer to me in an unusual juxtaposition and having it sit there for a minute or so was just too exciting in the perp's human nonconsensual human experimentation (read, nonstop abuse-athon) agenda.
A surge of gangstalkers of the populations subtype of the doddering duckies, mostly males, in their ridiculous plaid shorts.
08-12-2016
Friday, but one with a different start, so to speak. I go to the warehouse to make up a pallet order, and enter via the keyed door, and I open it up, and here is this 65+ y.o. man standing there, shirtless no less, looking straight ahead like a zombie. I say "hello", and I think he said something, and I proceed through the door and he closes in, attempting to get through the doorway at the same time. Ergo, yet another, personal space intrusion from this utter freak, there for no seeming reason but as some kind of doorway stalking stunt. I have seen most of the personnel at this warehouse and we are on at least nodding terms when we recognize each other. But this mofo, I had never been seen before, and I hope never again. Later in the day, the perps planted the notion that he and his family own the whole warehouse and the adjacent steel fabrication plant and the attendant large yard of construction materiel (and materials).
And what is it about me making work progress that so interests the perps that they have three people sending texts, or in person afterward, wondering "if I had finished yet", or latterly, "why did it the order take so long?". I bust my butt to get everything done efficiently and promptly, but as some 60 cases of wine needed new labels (two per case), and 14 of them had to be split into half cases and labeled too, it takes time. As mentioned many times in these blog postings, the perps have a work productivity theme as a component of their insane abuse/human consensual experimentation agenda.
And you thought it was all about remotely applied mind control, what I ate, and all my energetic interactions with foods, others, materials, colors, and their proximity and juxtaposition with respect to me. So did I once, but when the Psychopathic operatives were clustering around me anytime I paid for something back in the intense abuse days of 2002-2003, it clued me into there being much more to their objectives. Themes like
- financial transactions,
- work productivity/efficiency,
- business owners stalkings (possibly per above),
- having me repeat names unnecessarily,
- foiling me anytime I would type "the" that went on for years,
- screwing me out of pressing my intended keyboard key,
- arranging coincidences,
- arranging sudden shortages (e.g., skunking me when intending to obtain an item at a store), and
- arranging dashed expectations,
- noise stalking or other harrassment when measuring something,
plus a few other concept themes that don't come to mind; all these are very much part of the perp/Psychopathic Confederacy agenda, and to me, all the more mysterious as to what is so important about arranging them.
08-13-2016
Saturday, and some free time to attend to the equipment rack, where I have my PC and stereo gear stored. The assholes screwed me right and left as to getting the correct mount holes for the cage nut's placement. Then onto a haircut, this time a new student who had purple hair, a light tinged touch, and not one that was bold or garish.
Then onto Kelowna for purchasing used snow tires and then used rims, and then dropping all off at the tire shop there who is dealing with my Pirelli warranty claim, and whom I expect to deal with next week to get replacement tires. Why all this tire "action" is taking place some 63km from here is utterly bizarre. But as the perps are obsessed over tires, and the tree rubber they come from, and whatever else related to this, I should not be surprised
08-14-2016
Sunday, spent mostly doing vineyard work at the former full time employer. He is behind in getting vineyard work done, and asked me to help him out. I said I would, even if he reduced my pay for vineyard work versus winery work. Which explains why he laid me off in 2014; he wanted to pay his vineyard workers less. (I was doing both jobs from 2012 to 2014, and he paid me the higher rate for all duties once I became his winemaker). The perps are still at it; they will not let me use my hand pruners (secateurs) efficiently, but have me place the jaw above or below the intended cut line, or else have me pause and have the jaw rest on the outside of the intended cut line. Fourteen years of insane abuse and harassment, including being made a laborer from an IT job in 2002, and they still won't let me use the tool of the trade efficiently. Utterly bizarre.
Tonight's call with a TI got seriously hacked; fading voice, then slowing the voice like one of those old cinematic films that would slow down, and after four attempts to communicate became unlistenable, it was time to call it done.
Anyhow, enough to get this done for Sunday evening and posted for the Russians to read. All those readers from that part of the world does make me suspicious as to another spoofing of the victim (me).
Monday, November 02, 2015
Cleaning Need
10-27-2015, Tuesday
A new follower I see; welcome to the Dispossessed Class of 2002, the fateful year when the perps went berserk/overt on me, and you too. Or now that I read some of https://gangstalkingsurfers.wordpress.com/, I am considered a "hostile contract". Hostility is might be a starting place, though ongoing assault with plasma beams, masers, extra-conventional gravitic and teleportational fuckery and the rest of the deranged mind-invasive and stalking abuse, makes "hostile" seem rather euphemistic. Though I do like that quote;
Anyhow, back to the prosaic abuse-athon; this is the second week day of my unemployed winter, until January I suspect. I got lots of errands done yesterday, and am still picking up loose ends today, though I suspect this will run dry by tomorrow. After last week's imbroglio over about not being fleet-fingered enough to make the cut at tree seedling packing, the work prospects aren't too good for short term week, hence getting unemployment benefits.
One errand to the alterations person got skunked; she wasn't open even if I arrived at her shop during opening hours, and I even had a stalker arrive ahead of me to confirm that this was true in subsequent passing conversation. Then the perps screwed me out of going there later just before yoga.
I cleaned the yoga mat from yesterday's practice, a little sweaty it was. (The "usual" forced jerkaround is to have me leave it on the floor and walk around it until next class). And why is it I am getting on to doing the small things right away instead of leaving them for days, if not weeks? Though they did screw me out of applying for unemployment benefits for a three weeks, thankfully to no negative result.
Then on comes the long running need to clean up the cordura briefcase that got covered in mold last year, and for which no end of ozone treatments could not remove the smell. Finally I was allowed to find a product that deals with the mold, any of its residue and a the smell. And all for $10 no less, though I had to go to that venerable Canadian retailer where the staff run around in red shirts. Lets see if it works.
Yoga was more benign in terms of Unfavored acts. The blonde woman cashier at a local specialty grocer was there again; a cute-ish blonde but a little grim, but then again, this whole nightmare and whatever the perps lay on the participating shills must be grim too, though I am sure the whole story isn't revealed. (Like, we humans are merely nonconsensual experimental vehicles for the machinations of our puppet masters, and I just happen to be in the front ranks of the abused-upon victims). Same deal, she keeps her head down and pretends that she doesn't know I am there. But she did know enough to park herself on my usual mat location, and at my alternate location in the corner, three of the regular women filled in around me and one new one I hadn't seen before.
Before yoga class began, the dishy one-time instructor, there as a student, was flitting about to three different mat locations before removing herself to the far side of the room, and effectively, out of my purview. After class and while I was sitting on the couch and putting on my shoes, she hung around later for me to view her visage from 8' away. The last four times we passed by long enough to say "hello", but this time she was turned the other way. I don't know quite why the perps ensure I only get limited sightings of dishy women in my physical domain, but I suppose they have been working on this for so long that I don't notice. The one other dude was there in his fugly oversized shorts, and a ridiculous bob-do at the back of his head. Instead of the excessive breathing noise from other class members, there was one woman doing audible groaning. Like WTF; no one puts themselves out that much in a yoga class.
And who is messing with this PC? Someone turned of Bit Defender and it wasn't me. Someone also turned off automatic Java upgrades via the internet, and again, it wasn't me. Then when I updated the wretched Synology NAS (wretched for a whole lot of reasons, starting with unfathomable function and FLAC file support that was withdrawn within a month of purchasing it), I upgraded the "Assistant" to get intranet access to this box and it failed. On and on with these technical malfunctions.
Though to be fair, the perps didn't have me impale myself on the MS Windows 10 upgrade via one click; the PC tech I saw yesterday was doing no end of business doing recovery work. One has to do a full blown OS upgrade at the disc level, like Windows 7 for all to work well. Imagine the worldwide user vexation over this one; the perps just love to bring on angst and suffering.
A shut in day today, and the only time I was outside was in front of my door, as I was doing some metal filing to tweak my hand pruners. And even at 9C, plenty chilly, why, the perps put on the HD motorcycle and attendant noise. The only time I am outside all day, 2' from my door, and they put on one of the most loathed sounds I know of.
10-28-2015
And what is it about hairs and eyelashes that "show up" on me, inside of 10 seconds of toweling dry after my morning shower? Not just today, but at least half the time. And not my hairs and eyelashes I hasten to add; a 4' grey hair placed under my more than ample L breast, a 2x longer and thicker all black eyelash draped over my nose (my eyelashes are shorter, thinner, brown and blonde tipped), and another black irregular head hair on my face, not mine either as my head hair is mousy and straight.
And what is going on that the perps need to block the "Purchase" button on CDBaby for Allison Crowe's "Souling"? I suppose I could go around the problem by going to the singer's website, and too, listen to a full free streaming play (no samples). This relentless fuckery over every damn thing is just so pointless as it is exasperating.
10-29-2015
A trip to the auto body shop to drop off my vehicle for the L rear outside door handle install. This, after being set up to think that I could install it myself, once painted at the same shop. I checked out Youtube videos for this car, and figured it was doable. BUT as it "happened', the vids were of front doors, and the rear door was decidedly more problem fraught once I got the interior paneling off. So I gave up and was going to have the dealership install it for $210, but the autobody guy will do it for less.
And as it wasn't too far away, I walked back the exact route I drove; and the vehicular gangstalking was out in droves, and driving at me to get my attention all the more. I had exited the auto-body shop and was crossing the parking lot when a vehicle was aimed at me, and the asshole kept re-aiming his vehicle at me as I was walking out of his way. Like WTF; make it look obvious you are not going to drive over a pedestrian by pointing the vehicle behind them, not at them, and then again. Other vehicles where arranged to be pointed at me, to keep their headlights on me, and to get my attention. All the more obvious when it is a pointless gas station troll through.
And too, the bums surfaced from nowhere it seemed, to again, come straight at me. Then the extra loud bad mufflered truck had to (pointlessly) go around the adjacent block and then drive past me, all to add extra noise on my walk back.
More technical PC upgrade hassles; a triple whacking over an upgrade to my J River audio player software. It lost the library which had to be rebuilt, then it lost the external Oppo playback device which I still haven't figured out how to recover. (For now, I can play through the PC jack). All the playlists disappeared, and I have no idea where they went. Then Firefox decided to crash, and I had a manual restore of the open tabs. The latter would really mess me up as it is the context for all that I do on the web.
And a radiator flush job was also performed on my vehicle today, the shop just around the corner from the auto-body shop. It is a tire shop, part of a local chain, that does automotive repairs. And since they charge half the rate of the Toyota dealership for the same job, why not?
I was told it would be an hour and so I took off wandering the local stores, some of which are regular ones. And lo, if the tanning salon wasn't nearby, something that didn't "occur" to me until after visiting two stores. I got my tan, decided that I best get back to the automotive shop, and it would be close to an hour. The vehicle wasn't ready, so I waited in the small four seat waiting section. Little did I know it was all about a gangstalk stakeout for the next 30 min. with the inevitable parade of dudes coming and going, many in shorts when it was 9C out. One younger woman sat in the chairs, three removed from me, with two vacant ones between us. One 50+ male came to loiter after doing the "customer" chat at first, leaning against the W wall. Another came to loiter on the E wall, sitting on tires that were on display. Still, two available seats, but no takers for some curious reason. Then an male finally did come to sit down, sitting next to the woman, one intervening seat between me and him. And finally, when my vehicle was ready and I got up to pay at the counter, why, the dude sitting on the tires immediately sat down in the seat I had just vacated. This whole musical chairs/stalkers orchestration was just as bad as a public transit bus for crissakes.
There was stream of customers while I was waiting (that is, hung out to dry), all seeming to be there for legit customer business, but after the shorts dudes, the strangest was this woman with a 1.5' diameter day-glo fabric piece (yellow-green) who came in. Like WTF; what would that be for, let alone carrying it around and into a tire shop? But as day-glo clothing (aka, hi-viz) is a part of the whole gangstalk scene, it was just another strange stunt.
11-01-2015
No Halloween celebrations or interactions thankfully. I worked a vineyard yesterday, my first Okanagan employer for three years. And he spent the day inside, seeming watching news and videos while his wife gave me direction on all that was to be done. It rained off and on for the most part, but for the afternoon when digging over a 20'x20' vegetable garden bed, it was rainning most of the time. The soil was fine and silty, so no mud games, though "somehow" the perps laid on a fine layer of soil over my black pants and black rain jacket. The boots are still muddy as it seems they won't clean up.
On the way home I attempted to cash my employer's check, but lo, if there wasn't a dude stalker surge ahead of me to make the ATM line 5 long. Screw that, and off I went home. The surfeit of mud splattered gangstalking pickups around me did not go unnoticed either. Back to mud/soil displays on vehicles again, and I am sure this won't let up until fall of 2016. The next day I attempted to cash the check at the ATM, and lo, if it wasn't rejected as a corner got ripped off and the numbers weren't 100% machine readable. Skunked, and skunked again, something the perps just lover to pull off.
Anyhow, on to posting this for the week past.
A new follower I see; welcome to the Dispossessed Class of 2002, the fateful year when the perps went berserk/overt on me, and you too. Or now that I read some of https://gangstalkingsurfers.wordpress.com/, I am considered a "hostile contract". Hostility is might be a starting place, though ongoing assault with plasma beams, masers, extra-conventional gravitic and teleportational fuckery and the rest of the deranged mind-invasive and stalking abuse, makes "hostile" seem rather euphemistic. Though I do like that quote;
And to me, COINTELPRO was warm up for later machinations. J. Edgar Hoover was also part of it, he "deciding"/leading the JFK assassination, by insisting that Lee Harvey Oswald was the sole assassin within 24 hours of him being in custody (not charged even), and that was well before all the evidence was gathered and evaluated (e.g. Zapruder film). And the over-seeing "they" (whoever they are, and perhaps including J. Edgar himself) knew the evidence wouldn't hold up in court, so Lee Harvey Oswald got nixed so that the lone assassin tag would stick for all time. Nice guys, and no less, LHO was a FBI asset. Anyhow, I digress, but one last kick; Jack Ruby, LHO's killer, publicly said it it was one large conspiracy. Those were the days when the suspects could speak publicly. And LHO even said, "I am just a patsy". Talk about the all time stinking conspiratorial pong of the century.“The individual is handicapped by coming face to face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists.” J. Edgar Hoover on COINTELPRO
Anyhow, back to the prosaic abuse-athon; this is the second week day of my unemployed winter, until January I suspect. I got lots of errands done yesterday, and am still picking up loose ends today, though I suspect this will run dry by tomorrow. After last week's imbroglio over about not being fleet-fingered enough to make the cut at tree seedling packing, the work prospects aren't too good for short term week, hence getting unemployment benefits.
One errand to the alterations person got skunked; she wasn't open even if I arrived at her shop during opening hours, and I even had a stalker arrive ahead of me to confirm that this was true in subsequent passing conversation. Then the perps screwed me out of going there later just before yoga.
I cleaned the yoga mat from yesterday's practice, a little sweaty it was. (The "usual" forced jerkaround is to have me leave it on the floor and walk around it until next class). And why is it I am getting on to doing the small things right away instead of leaving them for days, if not weeks? Though they did screw me out of applying for unemployment benefits for a three weeks, thankfully to no negative result.
Then on comes the long running need to clean up the cordura briefcase that got covered in mold last year, and for which no end of ozone treatments could not remove the smell. Finally I was allowed to find a product that deals with the mold, any of its residue and a the smell. And all for $10 no less, though I had to go to that venerable Canadian retailer where the staff run around in red shirts. Lets see if it works.
Yoga was more benign in terms of Unfavored acts. The blonde woman cashier at a local specialty grocer was there again; a cute-ish blonde but a little grim, but then again, this whole nightmare and whatever the perps lay on the participating shills must be grim too, though I am sure the whole story isn't revealed. (Like, we humans are merely nonconsensual experimental vehicles for the machinations of our puppet masters, and I just happen to be in the front ranks of the abused-upon victims). Same deal, she keeps her head down and pretends that she doesn't know I am there. But she did know enough to park herself on my usual mat location, and at my alternate location in the corner, three of the regular women filled in around me and one new one I hadn't seen before.
Before yoga class began, the dishy one-time instructor, there as a student, was flitting about to three different mat locations before removing herself to the far side of the room, and effectively, out of my purview. After class and while I was sitting on the couch and putting on my shoes, she hung around later for me to view her visage from 8' away. The last four times we passed by long enough to say "hello", but this time she was turned the other way. I don't know quite why the perps ensure I only get limited sightings of dishy women in my physical domain, but I suppose they have been working on this for so long that I don't notice. The one other dude was there in his fugly oversized shorts, and a ridiculous bob-do at the back of his head. Instead of the excessive breathing noise from other class members, there was one woman doing audible groaning. Like WTF; no one puts themselves out that much in a yoga class.
And who is messing with this PC? Someone turned of Bit Defender and it wasn't me. Someone also turned off automatic Java upgrades via the internet, and again, it wasn't me. Then when I updated the wretched Synology NAS (wretched for a whole lot of reasons, starting with unfathomable function and FLAC file support that was withdrawn within a month of purchasing it), I upgraded the "Assistant" to get intranet access to this box and it failed. On and on with these technical malfunctions.
Though to be fair, the perps didn't have me impale myself on the MS Windows 10 upgrade via one click; the PC tech I saw yesterday was doing no end of business doing recovery work. One has to do a full blown OS upgrade at the disc level, like Windows 7 for all to work well. Imagine the worldwide user vexation over this one; the perps just love to bring on angst and suffering.
A shut in day today, and the only time I was outside was in front of my door, as I was doing some metal filing to tweak my hand pruners. And even at 9C, plenty chilly, why, the perps put on the HD motorcycle and attendant noise. The only time I am outside all day, 2' from my door, and they put on one of the most loathed sounds I know of.
10-28-2015
And what is it about hairs and eyelashes that "show up" on me, inside of 10 seconds of toweling dry after my morning shower? Not just today, but at least half the time. And not my hairs and eyelashes I hasten to add; a 4' grey hair placed under my more than ample L breast, a 2x longer and thicker all black eyelash draped over my nose (my eyelashes are shorter, thinner, brown and blonde tipped), and another black irregular head hair on my face, not mine either as my head hair is mousy and straight.
And what is going on that the perps need to block the "Purchase" button on CDBaby for Allison Crowe's "Souling"? I suppose I could go around the problem by going to the singer's website, and too, listen to a full free streaming play (no samples). This relentless fuckery over every damn thing is just so pointless as it is exasperating.
10-29-2015
A trip to the auto body shop to drop off my vehicle for the L rear outside door handle install. This, after being set up to think that I could install it myself, once painted at the same shop. I checked out Youtube videos for this car, and figured it was doable. BUT as it "happened', the vids were of front doors, and the rear door was decidedly more problem fraught once I got the interior paneling off. So I gave up and was going to have the dealership install it for $210, but the autobody guy will do it for less.
And as it wasn't too far away, I walked back the exact route I drove; and the vehicular gangstalking was out in droves, and driving at me to get my attention all the more. I had exited the auto-body shop and was crossing the parking lot when a vehicle was aimed at me, and the asshole kept re-aiming his vehicle at me as I was walking out of his way. Like WTF; make it look obvious you are not going to drive over a pedestrian by pointing the vehicle behind them, not at them, and then again. Other vehicles where arranged to be pointed at me, to keep their headlights on me, and to get my attention. All the more obvious when it is a pointless gas station troll through.
And too, the bums surfaced from nowhere it seemed, to again, come straight at me. Then the extra loud bad mufflered truck had to (pointlessly) go around the adjacent block and then drive past me, all to add extra noise on my walk back.
More technical PC upgrade hassles; a triple whacking over an upgrade to my J River audio player software. It lost the library which had to be rebuilt, then it lost the external Oppo playback device which I still haven't figured out how to recover. (For now, I can play through the PC jack). All the playlists disappeared, and I have no idea where they went. Then Firefox decided to crash, and I had a manual restore of the open tabs. The latter would really mess me up as it is the context for all that I do on the web.
And a radiator flush job was also performed on my vehicle today, the shop just around the corner from the auto-body shop. It is a tire shop, part of a local chain, that does automotive repairs. And since they charge half the rate of the Toyota dealership for the same job, why not?
I was told it would be an hour and so I took off wandering the local stores, some of which are regular ones. And lo, if the tanning salon wasn't nearby, something that didn't "occur" to me until after visiting two stores. I got my tan, decided that I best get back to the automotive shop, and it would be close to an hour. The vehicle wasn't ready, so I waited in the small four seat waiting section. Little did I know it was all about a gangstalk stakeout for the next 30 min. with the inevitable parade of dudes coming and going, many in shorts when it was 9C out. One younger woman sat in the chairs, three removed from me, with two vacant ones between us. One 50+ male came to loiter after doing the "customer" chat at first, leaning against the W wall. Another came to loiter on the E wall, sitting on tires that were on display. Still, two available seats, but no takers for some curious reason. Then an male finally did come to sit down, sitting next to the woman, one intervening seat between me and him. And finally, when my vehicle was ready and I got up to pay at the counter, why, the dude sitting on the tires immediately sat down in the seat I had just vacated. This whole musical chairs/stalkers orchestration was just as bad as a public transit bus for crissakes.
There was stream of customers while I was waiting (that is, hung out to dry), all seeming to be there for legit customer business, but after the shorts dudes, the strangest was this woman with a 1.5' diameter day-glo fabric piece (yellow-green) who came in. Like WTF; what would that be for, let alone carrying it around and into a tire shop? But as day-glo clothing (aka, hi-viz) is a part of the whole gangstalk scene, it was just another strange stunt.
11-01-2015
No Halloween celebrations or interactions thankfully. I worked a vineyard yesterday, my first Okanagan employer for three years. And he spent the day inside, seeming watching news and videos while his wife gave me direction on all that was to be done. It rained off and on for the most part, but for the afternoon when digging over a 20'x20' vegetable garden bed, it was rainning most of the time. The soil was fine and silty, so no mud games, though "somehow" the perps laid on a fine layer of soil over my black pants and black rain jacket. The boots are still muddy as it seems they won't clean up.
On the way home I attempted to cash my employer's check, but lo, if there wasn't a dude stalker surge ahead of me to make the ATM line 5 long. Screw that, and off I went home. The surfeit of mud splattered gangstalking pickups around me did not go unnoticed either. Back to mud/soil displays on vehicles again, and I am sure this won't let up until fall of 2016. The next day I attempted to cash the check at the ATM, and lo, if it wasn't rejected as a corner got ripped off and the numbers weren't 100% machine readable. Skunked, and skunked again, something the perps just lover to pull off.
Anyhow, on to posting this for the week past.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Strange Question
07-22-2013
I was asked by the boss at work as to whether I want to take a holiday. Like WTF; an understaffed vineyard and winery behind on tucking, thinning, laterals removals, sucker removals (shoots below the head of the trunk to the ground), and wine filtration and bottling. And his wife needs back surgery, as she is often a vineyard worker. All of which he is acutely aware.
Maybe he is playing up the financial instability theme again, something that has been going on for at least three months now. Most odd, to make such a suggestion, though Monday morning is about the best time to sort out these longer term issues.
A very hot day, 32C in the shade, and the perps messed with my thermo-regulation and had me fatigued and wasted by 1300h. Lunch revived me some, though I was back in the fatigue zone within an hour. Artfully, the perps had me "forget" to take my hydration electrolytes with me, and so it was filtered water for the day. I find the electrolyte addition to water make a big difference to hot weather survival, though that could be entirely stage managed too. Back before they went overt/berserk on me in 04-2002, I wilted in 26C+ weather.
07-23-2013
It was 34C in the shade today, and now back on electrolyte addition to my drinking water I was doing fine. Some vineyards start at 0600h and finish work at 1400h to avoid prolonged heat exposure. I was doing the hedging again, using the electric shears to top prune just above the highest horizontal wire, done from a moving ATV. The perps love to mess with the shears, and have them cut out and intermittently stop and start to make it a hassle. This "happens" after an hour or too, then the vexation plan follows, usually for a couple of more hours. No power tool, electric or gasoline motor, is allowed to function normally for very long in this TI World, before they mess it up and cause frustration in operating it.
07-24-2013
Full blown sunny today, save for those odd drifting clouds to put on some dimming, arranged for when I completed a row of tucking grape vines, a major perp moment. That is, I reverse direction and attended to the vines on the opposite side of the trellis wire. Any kind of direction reversal, whether driving, vehicular gangstalking or the loopy sidewalk spins the perps do is just too damn exciting for them.
And a doubling or trebling of vehicular gangstalkers at the regular 0630h commute time; the excitement might of been that I was carrying two 10L jugs of gasoline in my trunk, and made a prior phone call to a business to order a replacement knife. I had two of these knives once; one was stolen from my luggage and about two years later, its replacement "somehow" hopped out of its full body sheath. (No hole in the handle for attaching a lanyard then, unlike the current offering. Or else I got a special version that didn't have a lanyard hole). Anyhow, it has become a minor pissing match issue with the perps, but seeing that I don't have a likeable knife in the 4" blade size, it will be handy to fit between the 7" sankotu and the 2.5" paring knives. Likely related to this, and in part causal as it was about the same size, in the first year of harassment/abuse, (2003), I asked Ms. C to pack up my apartment, and lo, my Buck knife and its sheath went missing. What is it about the perps and their obsession over knives and their sharpening and use and having to steal at least three of them in the recent past?
The old E. Indian male, replete with a 14 inch beard, was hanging back at the vineyard at 1500h when I departed. Normally he departs at 1400h, but for some reason he needed to tail me back to the house at 1500h and lounge around when I departed by vehicle. Later (next day), I found that he had resumed tucking vines on the very row I had finished up on.
And this was the after work day for getting a money order at the bank for the above-mentioned knife payment, to be submitted snail mail. An E. Indian male was ahead of me in the queue at the bank, with his 4 yo. child, ending up at the adjacent wicket. But it was me who got the young male E. Indian teller, he of permanent smirk on his face for some reason. Why he had to ask me three times as to what the money order amount was, when he got it right the first time (he wrote in down), was also equally mysterious. And outside the bank tow truck eruption; it seems that a woman who was standing around had locked her keys in the truck with two dogs, and phone for a tow truck. The preponderance of this particular vehicle type in all its extra steel and dual rear tires since the perps went berserk-overt in 045-2002 hasn't gone unnoticed to say the least. Tow trucks seem to be useful for perp gangstalking when towing a vehicle, meaning it has only two wheels on the ground instead of four.
All of the above E. Indian-brown skin activity preceded me going to get my one new Pirelli P4 tire mounted and installed at the tire shop. And we know how berserk the perps are over tires, in all their configurations, not to mention the litany of tire problems (ahem) that I have had over the years, some of it detailed in the last posting. So now, I have a set of P4 tires of different vintages; now three purchased all together, and one a year younger (F, passenger side). And lo, if there wasn't extra brown dressed scooter drivers on the road, crossing my path.
More insane games on the home front yesterday; the blocked toilet with 24 hours of liquid plumber backed up to the rim while plunging it and then went into vortex mode and cleared. A 15 min. cleaning job followed. Then I had a shower and when putting on my shorts, why, they jabbed my small R toe and caused it to bleed, begetting additional cleaning on the very area that was cleaned. All of it was cleaned up with toilet paper, so I would assume they wanted different bodily fluids/substances to flow down the line in discrete groups for some berserk reason.
07-28-2013
A short hike today, maybe 4km, though in near alpine elevations of 1728m. It was at a ski hill, so I had plenty of landmarks to go by. I was all by myself (not counting aircraft and one service truck) for one of the few times ever in the last 11 years of this near constant harassment and abuse. But not far from the beamers, as there were two cell towers up there, plus another aerial mast that had those too-familiar loop antennas. And a flat planar antenna too. The chair lift was inoperative, so no short cuts or sudden arrivals of stalkers. Though, I did get one ski-hill pickup truck travel the service road as the trail paralleled it for the most part. Some grand vistas though, as far as the eye could see.
I got my overhead aircraft noisestalking at least three times during the hike; the high altitude jets, but no contrails. Mixed cloud and some deep grey threatening ones too, having been screwed out of taking my raincoat, it made for extra threat assessment even if by myself. Last week I got screwed out of a hike because a sudden onset of panic over the tall grass and possible rattlesnakes at the beginning of the trail. Three weeks earlier, a hike was aborted because of a bovine bull was looking to stand his ground. One can see that even hiking, much like yoga, gets sabotaged now and again, even if once per week. The perps view strenuous and regular activity to be highly governed and any regular activity must be put off schedule if at all possible.
I wasnt free from cattle manifestations; the perps had me step into a cow pie when I stepped out of my vehicle. I was infuriated as the green goo was realtively fresh, and there is absolutely no way I would of done it myself. The perps controlled what I object to, my internal rules as well, and blanked me out so to facilitate their psychopathic stunt. And I see the green goo is on my new Pirelli P4 tire, so I can imagine having it rotate while driving was the funniest thing they did all week.
And the crapper is still blocked, somehow defying four days of sitting in the water filled pipes and liquid plumber as well. This week past marks the first time they have pulled a toilet obstruction at this new residence since June 01. Anyhow, I shall post this and see what this week brings in the way of imposed adversity and harassment.
I was asked by the boss at work as to whether I want to take a holiday. Like WTF; an understaffed vineyard and winery behind on tucking, thinning, laterals removals, sucker removals (shoots below the head of the trunk to the ground), and wine filtration and bottling. And his wife needs back surgery, as she is often a vineyard worker. All of which he is acutely aware.
Maybe he is playing up the financial instability theme again, something that has been going on for at least three months now. Most odd, to make such a suggestion, though Monday morning is about the best time to sort out these longer term issues.
A very hot day, 32C in the shade, and the perps messed with my thermo-regulation and had me fatigued and wasted by 1300h. Lunch revived me some, though I was back in the fatigue zone within an hour. Artfully, the perps had me "forget" to take my hydration electrolytes with me, and so it was filtered water for the day. I find the electrolyte addition to water make a big difference to hot weather survival, though that could be entirely stage managed too. Back before they went overt/berserk on me in 04-2002, I wilted in 26C+ weather.
07-23-2013
It was 34C in the shade today, and now back on electrolyte addition to my drinking water I was doing fine. Some vineyards start at 0600h and finish work at 1400h to avoid prolonged heat exposure. I was doing the hedging again, using the electric shears to top prune just above the highest horizontal wire, done from a moving ATV. The perps love to mess with the shears, and have them cut out and intermittently stop and start to make it a hassle. This "happens" after an hour or too, then the vexation plan follows, usually for a couple of more hours. No power tool, electric or gasoline motor, is allowed to function normally for very long in this TI World, before they mess it up and cause frustration in operating it.
07-24-2013
Full blown sunny today, save for those odd drifting clouds to put on some dimming, arranged for when I completed a row of tucking grape vines, a major perp moment. That is, I reverse direction and attended to the vines on the opposite side of the trellis wire. Any kind of direction reversal, whether driving, vehicular gangstalking or the loopy sidewalk spins the perps do is just too damn exciting for them.
And a doubling or trebling of vehicular gangstalkers at the regular 0630h commute time; the excitement might of been that I was carrying two 10L jugs of gasoline in my trunk, and made a prior phone call to a business to order a replacement knife. I had two of these knives once; one was stolen from my luggage and about two years later, its replacement "somehow" hopped out of its full body sheath. (No hole in the handle for attaching a lanyard then, unlike the current offering. Or else I got a special version that didn't have a lanyard hole). Anyhow, it has become a minor pissing match issue with the perps, but seeing that I don't have a likeable knife in the 4" blade size, it will be handy to fit between the 7" sankotu and the 2.5" paring knives. Likely related to this, and in part causal as it was about the same size, in the first year of harassment/abuse, (2003), I asked Ms. C to pack up my apartment, and lo, my Buck knife and its sheath went missing. What is it about the perps and their obsession over knives and their sharpening and use and having to steal at least three of them in the recent past?
The old E. Indian male, replete with a 14 inch beard, was hanging back at the vineyard at 1500h when I departed. Normally he departs at 1400h, but for some reason he needed to tail me back to the house at 1500h and lounge around when I departed by vehicle. Later (next day), I found that he had resumed tucking vines on the very row I had finished up on.
And this was the after work day for getting a money order at the bank for the above-mentioned knife payment, to be submitted snail mail. An E. Indian male was ahead of me in the queue at the bank, with his 4 yo. child, ending up at the adjacent wicket. But it was me who got the young male E. Indian teller, he of permanent smirk on his face for some reason. Why he had to ask me three times as to what the money order amount was, when he got it right the first time (he wrote in down), was also equally mysterious. And outside the bank tow truck eruption; it seems that a woman who was standing around had locked her keys in the truck with two dogs, and phone for a tow truck. The preponderance of this particular vehicle type in all its extra steel and dual rear tires since the perps went berserk-overt in 045-2002 hasn't gone unnoticed to say the least. Tow trucks seem to be useful for perp gangstalking when towing a vehicle, meaning it has only two wheels on the ground instead of four.
All of the above E. Indian-brown skin activity preceded me going to get my one new Pirelli P4 tire mounted and installed at the tire shop. And we know how berserk the perps are over tires, in all their configurations, not to mention the litany of tire problems (ahem) that I have had over the years, some of it detailed in the last posting. So now, I have a set of P4 tires of different vintages; now three purchased all together, and one a year younger (F, passenger side). And lo, if there wasn't extra brown dressed scooter drivers on the road, crossing my path.
More insane games on the home front yesterday; the blocked toilet with 24 hours of liquid plumber backed up to the rim while plunging it and then went into vortex mode and cleared. A 15 min. cleaning job followed. Then I had a shower and when putting on my shorts, why, they jabbed my small R toe and caused it to bleed, begetting additional cleaning on the very area that was cleaned. All of it was cleaned up with toilet paper, so I would assume they wanted different bodily fluids/substances to flow down the line in discrete groups for some berserk reason.
07-28-2013
A short hike today, maybe 4km, though in near alpine elevations of 1728m. It was at a ski hill, so I had plenty of landmarks to go by. I was all by myself (not counting aircraft and one service truck) for one of the few times ever in the last 11 years of this near constant harassment and abuse. But not far from the beamers, as there were two cell towers up there, plus another aerial mast that had those too-familiar loop antennas. And a flat planar antenna too. The chair lift was inoperative, so no short cuts or sudden arrivals of stalkers. Though, I did get one ski-hill pickup truck travel the service road as the trail paralleled it for the most part. Some grand vistas though, as far as the eye could see.
I got my overhead aircraft noisestalking at least three times during the hike; the high altitude jets, but no contrails. Mixed cloud and some deep grey threatening ones too, having been screwed out of taking my raincoat, it made for extra threat assessment even if by myself. Last week I got screwed out of a hike because a sudden onset of panic over the tall grass and possible rattlesnakes at the beginning of the trail. Three weeks earlier, a hike was aborted because of a bovine bull was looking to stand his ground. One can see that even hiking, much like yoga, gets sabotaged now and again, even if once per week. The perps view strenuous and regular activity to be highly governed and any regular activity must be put off schedule if at all possible.
I wasnt free from cattle manifestations; the perps had me step into a cow pie when I stepped out of my vehicle. I was infuriated as the green goo was realtively fresh, and there is absolutely no way I would of done it myself. The perps controlled what I object to, my internal rules as well, and blanked me out so to facilitate their psychopathic stunt. And I see the green goo is on my new Pirelli P4 tire, so I can imagine having it rotate while driving was the funniest thing they did all week.
And the crapper is still blocked, somehow defying four days of sitting in the water filled pipes and liquid plumber as well. This week past marks the first time they have pulled a toilet obstruction at this new residence since June 01. Anyhow, I shall post this and see what this week brings in the way of imposed adversity and harassment.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Government Vehicles in the Yoga Parking Lot
07-15-2013
I have seen Penticton Municipal (city) vehicles park at the yoga studio location parking lot, and the presumed employee gets out and starts walking down the road, not bothering with yoga in the least. This is on Monday evenings at 1715h. Strange enough. But a US Government licenced vehicle doing much the same, (though no driver apparent), parked in the lot and next to me for the 1.25 hours of the yoga class. Penticton is NOT a border town, and I cannot conceive why such a vehicle would be parked outside the yoga studio, except for nefarious gangstalk and harassment purposes. [Re-evaluation; a conference center is a half block away, but it still no reason to park their truck at the yoga center].
And for the first time in six months, they deigned to put another male in the yoga class, usually 10 to 15 of us. I don't know why this poor sod got the assignment, but he should take a beginner class first. Totally out of his league, and not a seeming yoga practitioner. Usually they put a male in the lobby standing in front of my coat and shoes when I get out of the class, but this time, for whatever reason, they raised the ante and put this guy in behind me, and backed off on the male lobby stalker.
07-16-2013
The venetian blinds were re-installed in my residence after cleaning and two of them were clipped at the ends to be shorter. And for the second time in a week, I find sawdust on clothes and items next to the windows, done by the very persons that were remarking on the sloppy job done by the window installer of last week who managed to get stucco dust from outside in the place. It does make me wonder if anything can be taken at face value.
And as the vineyard work is getting so very repetitive, it was the first listening of music this year while tucking vines. My player was getting spoofed with as same first four songs on multiple albums kept repeating until I forced it into an album play mode. And while this was going on, there were at least four passes by the same helicopter in 20 minutes of play. The perps also broke the phone's belt mounted carrying case tab, so I will now use a rubber band to keep it in place. Last year they had the phone drop from the belt mount "by itself" enough times that I put the same rubber band on it. Why they had to break the plastic tab on the Ballistic belt mount after I had some confidence it after last year is a mystery to me.
07-17-2013
Morning and afternoon thunderstorms, causing breaks in work, as the rule is that no vineyard work when a thunderstorm is on. I see the cleaning lady putting on her tattoo show again, though just the one on her calf and covering the ones on her arms. Just to think that part of the tattoo "show" was to keep me from seeing any tattoos on her for the first 14 months that I knew this person, coming once per week.
A two hour nap attack on a weekday, and another hour to recover from feeling so wiped out. I have no idea why they wanted to pull this stunt on a weekday, as they did last week. Normally, nap-attacks have been on weekends in the last year.
The sensation of feeling "stoned" again this morning, as in a slightly derealized headspace, which tells me the assholes are at their temporal lobe takeover games again. I learned at an ADD seminar from the clinical brain scan reasearcher, that the "floatly" feeling is from de-energized temporal lobe activity. Nice to know one's deepest brain regions are accessible in real time by remote means, don't you think?
Many distant light flashes today, some were lightning (and we know who can arrange that too), often arranged to be seen through my L. side glasses lens, which mysteriously got scuzzed in advance. I get many light flashes these days, brief spots of white "from" extraneous reflections (something that suddenly increased in frequency when all this began in 04-2002). I even get them in my residence, no more than 20' away, such as today, when at least three came through a window after I was in the place for a few minutes. All part of the gravitational lensing that they seem so very determined to utilize in their nonconsensual human research agenda.
07-19-2013
Noise games at the vineyard, per usual, and helicopter coverage with a nice sleek retractable landing gear Bell ? in the same mid grey as my vehicle. It did a hover over the lake for a minute, at least 1.5km away, and then climbed and banked to make a W turn, having arrived from the N, and the airport.
A weekend changing jerkaround. I drove too close the the fence at this place and "inadvertently"snagged the tire on an over-length stud that was projecting from it 4" above the ground. The one tire shop I know "happened" to be busy when I phoned, so I will have to deal with getting the wheel off with the standard Toyota jack and tire wrench. Lucky me.
[Later] I got the vehicle jacked up, and can thank the ever diligent Toyota Camry manual to ensure that all was safe; e.g. blocking the diagonal wheel so the vehicle woudn't move on me. And I can thank Toyota for putting a full size Michelin tire in the spare compartment and having the tools there too. The whole spare tire replacement went relatively well, an exception to most everything else.
As an example, I make many 100's of pruning cuts in a day on the vineyard. And nearly every time the perps have me put the pruners in the wrong and unintended location, e.g. touching the pruner's jaw underside to the area where the cut it to be made, instead of inside the jaw to make the cut. I earn my living making pruning cuts and yet nearly every one is sabotaged or interfered with. All of which is accompanied by a relatively new (imposed) cognitive deficit, having my depth perception fucked with momentarily, at least 500+ per day when on pruning work. I don't know what the shrinks would say about this, should they be still hiding behind the DSM-4.
Back to the spare tire installation tonight; the tire is punctured at the wall-tread corner so I don't think it is salvageable, so it will be a $150 or so to get a new Pirelli P4. And too, the perps filled me with ideations of taking off the tire and taking it by taxi to the tire shop tomorrow. These notions went on for at least an hour while making and eating dinner. Then when looking at the above mentioned Toyota manual, I "learned" that I had a spare tire compartment, and only then did it dawn on me that I could use it. It is like every possible thing that I know, all my knowledge, is replaced by the perps, and not to to the level that it was. They want to put me through a total re-learning of everything I know, and they know exactly what that is. Back in 2005-2006 they screwed with my spelling, and freaked me out that I couldn't spell any more. That might of been them having me re-learn how to spell with remote influencing interference/governance. Ever since, the odd time when I use a rarely used word, I cannot spell it, and need to go to a dictionary. My spelling was nearly infallible until they messed me around. (I don't normally use a spelling checker, but need to now).
Just when your (TI) reality adjustment to all and sundry is at it limits, here is another corker, the "alternate" and entirely believable version of the Madelaine McCann (an e-book, and an hour to read it all) kidnapping which occurred in 2007 to great press coverage, and still the story gets the headlines due to recent police statements about new lists of persons of interest. Which begs the question, who is it that is stage managing all of this, including stories, retractions, inconsistencies etc. I just don't get it, though it seems that all clinical doctors are in on the TI/harassment picture, though not to the level of an operative, say. In fact, Kate McCann was overheard to exclaim, "they stole my child", which if nothing else, demonstrates that this particular doctor (mother of the abducted child) does indeed know about a secret and pervasive force/experimentation/harassment initiative. I wonder how the perps deliver the news to them; at university, or later residence locations.
07-20-2013
Saturday, no alarm, and a 9 hour sleep. Plenty I thought, but no, I got taken out with a two hour nap attack in the afternoon. Plus the usual hour of recovery time, feeling wasted and limp.
My tire is unrepairable, so a new one is ordered. The Michelin spare would be of intense interest to the perps due to their long running automotive tire fixation and sabotage record that goes back 20 years or more. When I had a forestry job and drove company trucks, I could count on a flat tire once per week. I could never figure it out, but added into the mix was a different vehicle every few weeks. When I had my Volvo in about 2000 and put on a full set of Michelin tires, it seems the perps could not abide by that. I had a front end wheel alignment done by the Volvo dealer after the tire installation, and they screwed it up as the front tires prematurely wore out. The other potential culprit could of been the tie rod ends and ball joints, but they were all relatively new as well. Again, the perps could not handle the fact that I had a full set of the same tire model, and arranged the tires to wear and a replacement set was installed. In mid-2006 the front pair wore out (again) so I got a replacement pair installed before I gave the vehicle to my daughter as the financial crunch was coming down. So what is it about having a full set of tires on one's vehicle that the perps cannot allow after 14 months? I don't know, but as tires and all things automotive are important to them, it is all part of the sabotage scene. I cannot count the number of times the perps clustered around the wheel wells on the low-floor public buses I took for the six automobile-less years in Victoria. The wheel well is significantly more exposed and time without fail, they would have a Fuckwit with their ass backed onto the wheel well. Every so often they would put on a high floor bus to change up the passenger-wheel juxtaposition.
07-21-2013
Back to the "stoned" sensation again, the perps keeping me inside and online for two hours of color calibration games it would seem, and finally letting me out at 1100h. A little late for hiking, but that is what they wanted, and the whole deal was about me purchasing a just-released hiking book of this area at a downtown runner's shop, looking it over and selecting a hike while parked and this large-gutted coffee bearing Fuckwit walked down the middle of the street, past my vehicle. And so, after some more cognitive FUD, I set off to a trail-head, which could not be found, though it did have a parking lot nearby. I hadn't gone more than a kilometer when the perps spooked me over snakes in the grass, and had lunch and turned around. It is most common that the perps have me only travel part-way on a new hiking trail, only to return to it later and do it all. Last year I was deterred by thunderstorms on my first hike attempt up MacIntyre Bluff. Ditto for another trail.
Anyhow, it now late in the day, and after the perps screwed me senseless over my month end accounting (June) for two hours, I was finally allowed to finish it. All the while kiddies-at-play noise was outside as the owners have a pool outside their house. The perps do things like adding or removing transactions from the web page after I have found a discrepancy, even it is seeming to come from the bank. As well, Quicken transactions are routinely sabotaged. It is a brutal grind, aka full blown rage-ifcation event, to do one's finances on a PC as a TI owing to the perps' relentless in all things financial. Onto another weeks and pondering what is coming next.
I have seen Penticton Municipal (city) vehicles park at the yoga studio location parking lot, and the presumed employee gets out and starts walking down the road, not bothering with yoga in the least. This is on Monday evenings at 1715h. Strange enough. But a US Government licenced vehicle doing much the same, (though no driver apparent), parked in the lot and next to me for the 1.25 hours of the yoga class. Penticton is NOT a border town, and I cannot conceive why such a vehicle would be parked outside the yoga studio, except for nefarious gangstalk and harassment purposes. [Re-evaluation; a conference center is a half block away, but it still no reason to park their truck at the yoga center].
And for the first time in six months, they deigned to put another male in the yoga class, usually 10 to 15 of us. I don't know why this poor sod got the assignment, but he should take a beginner class first. Totally out of his league, and not a seeming yoga practitioner. Usually they put a male in the lobby standing in front of my coat and shoes when I get out of the class, but this time, for whatever reason, they raised the ante and put this guy in behind me, and backed off on the male lobby stalker.
07-16-2013
The venetian blinds were re-installed in my residence after cleaning and two of them were clipped at the ends to be shorter. And for the second time in a week, I find sawdust on clothes and items next to the windows, done by the very persons that were remarking on the sloppy job done by the window installer of last week who managed to get stucco dust from outside in the place. It does make me wonder if anything can be taken at face value.
And as the vineyard work is getting so very repetitive, it was the first listening of music this year while tucking vines. My player was getting spoofed with as same first four songs on multiple albums kept repeating until I forced it into an album play mode. And while this was going on, there were at least four passes by the same helicopter in 20 minutes of play. The perps also broke the phone's belt mounted carrying case tab, so I will now use a rubber band to keep it in place. Last year they had the phone drop from the belt mount "by itself" enough times that I put the same rubber band on it. Why they had to break the plastic tab on the Ballistic belt mount after I had some confidence it after last year is a mystery to me.
07-17-2013
Morning and afternoon thunderstorms, causing breaks in work, as the rule is that no vineyard work when a thunderstorm is on. I see the cleaning lady putting on her tattoo show again, though just the one on her calf and covering the ones on her arms. Just to think that part of the tattoo "show" was to keep me from seeing any tattoos on her for the first 14 months that I knew this person, coming once per week.
A two hour nap attack on a weekday, and another hour to recover from feeling so wiped out. I have no idea why they wanted to pull this stunt on a weekday, as they did last week. Normally, nap-attacks have been on weekends in the last year.
The sensation of feeling "stoned" again this morning, as in a slightly derealized headspace, which tells me the assholes are at their temporal lobe takeover games again. I learned at an ADD seminar from the clinical brain scan reasearcher, that the "floatly" feeling is from de-energized temporal lobe activity. Nice to know one's deepest brain regions are accessible in real time by remote means, don't you think?
Many distant light flashes today, some were lightning (and we know who can arrange that too), often arranged to be seen through my L. side glasses lens, which mysteriously got scuzzed in advance. I get many light flashes these days, brief spots of white "from" extraneous reflections (something that suddenly increased in frequency when all this began in 04-2002). I even get them in my residence, no more than 20' away, such as today, when at least three came through a window after I was in the place for a few minutes. All part of the gravitational lensing that they seem so very determined to utilize in their nonconsensual human research agenda.
07-19-2013
Noise games at the vineyard, per usual, and helicopter coverage with a nice sleek retractable landing gear Bell ? in the same mid grey as my vehicle. It did a hover over the lake for a minute, at least 1.5km away, and then climbed and banked to make a W turn, having arrived from the N, and the airport.
A weekend changing jerkaround. I drove too close the the fence at this place and "inadvertently"snagged the tire on an over-length stud that was projecting from it 4" above the ground. The one tire shop I know "happened" to be busy when I phoned, so I will have to deal with getting the wheel off with the standard Toyota jack and tire wrench. Lucky me.
[Later] I got the vehicle jacked up, and can thank the ever diligent Toyota Camry manual to ensure that all was safe; e.g. blocking the diagonal wheel so the vehicle woudn't move on me. And I can thank Toyota for putting a full size Michelin tire in the spare compartment and having the tools there too. The whole spare tire replacement went relatively well, an exception to most everything else.
As an example, I make many 100's of pruning cuts in a day on the vineyard. And nearly every time the perps have me put the pruners in the wrong and unintended location, e.g. touching the pruner's jaw underside to the area where the cut it to be made, instead of inside the jaw to make the cut. I earn my living making pruning cuts and yet nearly every one is sabotaged or interfered with. All of which is accompanied by a relatively new (imposed) cognitive deficit, having my depth perception fucked with momentarily, at least 500+ per day when on pruning work. I don't know what the shrinks would say about this, should they be still hiding behind the DSM-4.
Back to the spare tire installation tonight; the tire is punctured at the wall-tread corner so I don't think it is salvageable, so it will be a $150 or so to get a new Pirelli P4. And too, the perps filled me with ideations of taking off the tire and taking it by taxi to the tire shop tomorrow. These notions went on for at least an hour while making and eating dinner. Then when looking at the above mentioned Toyota manual, I "learned" that I had a spare tire compartment, and only then did it dawn on me that I could use it. It is like every possible thing that I know, all my knowledge, is replaced by the perps, and not to to the level that it was. They want to put me through a total re-learning of everything I know, and they know exactly what that is. Back in 2005-2006 they screwed with my spelling, and freaked me out that I couldn't spell any more. That might of been them having me re-learn how to spell with remote influencing interference/governance. Ever since, the odd time when I use a rarely used word, I cannot spell it, and need to go to a dictionary. My spelling was nearly infallible until they messed me around. (I don't normally use a spelling checker, but need to now).
Just when your (TI) reality adjustment to all and sundry is at it limits, here is another corker, the "alternate" and entirely believable version of the Madelaine McCann (an e-book, and an hour to read it all) kidnapping which occurred in 2007 to great press coverage, and still the story gets the headlines due to recent police statements about new lists of persons of interest. Which begs the question, who is it that is stage managing all of this, including stories, retractions, inconsistencies etc. I just don't get it, though it seems that all clinical doctors are in on the TI/harassment picture, though not to the level of an operative, say. In fact, Kate McCann was overheard to exclaim, "they stole my child", which if nothing else, demonstrates that this particular doctor (mother of the abducted child) does indeed know about a secret and pervasive force/experimentation/harassment initiative. I wonder how the perps deliver the news to them; at university, or later residence locations.
07-20-2013
Saturday, no alarm, and a 9 hour sleep. Plenty I thought, but no, I got taken out with a two hour nap attack in the afternoon. Plus the usual hour of recovery time, feeling wasted and limp.
My tire is unrepairable, so a new one is ordered. The Michelin spare would be of intense interest to the perps due to their long running automotive tire fixation and sabotage record that goes back 20 years or more. When I had a forestry job and drove company trucks, I could count on a flat tire once per week. I could never figure it out, but added into the mix was a different vehicle every few weeks. When I had my Volvo in about 2000 and put on a full set of Michelin tires, it seems the perps could not abide by that. I had a front end wheel alignment done by the Volvo dealer after the tire installation, and they screwed it up as the front tires prematurely wore out. The other potential culprit could of been the tie rod ends and ball joints, but they were all relatively new as well. Again, the perps could not handle the fact that I had a full set of the same tire model, and arranged the tires to wear and a replacement set was installed. In mid-2006 the front pair wore out (again) so I got a replacement pair installed before I gave the vehicle to my daughter as the financial crunch was coming down. So what is it about having a full set of tires on one's vehicle that the perps cannot allow after 14 months? I don't know, but as tires and all things automotive are important to them, it is all part of the sabotage scene. I cannot count the number of times the perps clustered around the wheel wells on the low-floor public buses I took for the six automobile-less years in Victoria. The wheel well is significantly more exposed and time without fail, they would have a Fuckwit with their ass backed onto the wheel well. Every so often they would put on a high floor bus to change up the passenger-wheel juxtaposition.
07-21-2013
Back to the "stoned" sensation again, the perps keeping me inside and online for two hours of color calibration games it would seem, and finally letting me out at 1100h. A little late for hiking, but that is what they wanted, and the whole deal was about me purchasing a just-released hiking book of this area at a downtown runner's shop, looking it over and selecting a hike while parked and this large-gutted coffee bearing Fuckwit walked down the middle of the street, past my vehicle. And so, after some more cognitive FUD, I set off to a trail-head, which could not be found, though it did have a parking lot nearby. I hadn't gone more than a kilometer when the perps spooked me over snakes in the grass, and had lunch and turned around. It is most common that the perps have me only travel part-way on a new hiking trail, only to return to it later and do it all. Last year I was deterred by thunderstorms on my first hike attempt up MacIntyre Bluff. Ditto for another trail.
Anyhow, it now late in the day, and after the perps screwed me senseless over my month end accounting (June) for two hours, I was finally allowed to finish it. All the while kiddies-at-play noise was outside as the owners have a pool outside their house. The perps do things like adding or removing transactions from the web page after I have found a discrepancy, even it is seeming to come from the bank. As well, Quicken transactions are routinely sabotaged. It is a brutal grind, aka full blown rage-ifcation event, to do one's finances on a PC as a TI owing to the perps' relentless in all things financial. Onto another weeks and pondering what is coming next.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Collision in the Chocolate Aisle
12-17-2012
The chocolate fuckery at LD this morning, (think brown color games). My mother doing the ditz-around needing to get gifts for service providers, in the chocolate aisle at a different LD store at 1000h. And as always, slowing up or splitting sideways to allow gangstalkers to pass between us or just plain deviating from my presence as she does with unerring frequency. So, while doing the scouting, and while in early shopping hours, for some reason at least five gangstalkers decended within a minute of arriving and did their choreography of rotating in and out and the ass bending faux shopping where projecting their ass into the aisle for maximum obstruction seems to be the real objective.
And while walking behind a standing gangstalker (bag- she was at least 60), who would of seen me, why she steps back with uncanny precision to plant her heel on my toe and I turn around and tell her loudly enough to watch where she is going. She does this atonement thing where she reaches out to me to touch me and I flick her arm off me. Anyhow, this deliberate contact-abusive fuckery has now escalated to a new level; I might have got the odd bump in the past but rarely. Anyhow, in keeping with the game, another gangstalker dressed in the same color, type and fleece fabric as my own vineyard work jacket (not that I was wearing it), comes in to talk to the step-on-me gangstalker as she saw what transpired (she didn't) and then as if to commiserate about my minimal reaction. I have seen this a number of times; one Fuckwit engages me with some stunt, enrages me, and then another gangstalker comes to talk to the offender as in a faux commiseration dialog. Ridiculous theatre. And my perp abetting mother doesn't say a word; conspicuous involvement IMHO, and she would of heard me say something in the store.
Chocolate, the prime brown colored food they have me "need" 3x100g/day normally, somehow isn't "needed" (per remote influencing) now that I have returned to this abuse and gangstalker town, Victoria BC Canada. And it is interesting that they haven't even let me purchase the 100g addiction bars they have me eat 3x/day for ten years.
12-20-2017
So many perp orchestrated feints, dodges, stunts and the above mentioned affront over the last few days to mention in detail. I am never sure how much detail to add, I never seem to get TI's corroborating their experiences. Nor do I know if I am a top abusee, or if there are other TI's that get these second-by-second slings and arrows all day long. No one tells me squat, when they could, or would be moderately curious.
I am doing all the usual perp-needed activities; weeding, pruning, slinging and sieving this year's compost along with my outings downtown. Yesterday it was back to the automotive tire games again, finding out that the BC provincial website has got it wrong, or else I am being FUD-ded again as to what exactly a winter tire is. Even the local TV news has chimed in as to what a freaking "winter tire" is. Does it have a Mud+Snow rating or is it what should be called a "snow tire". Yesterday, the tire shop told me a winter tire is a "snow tire" with the snowflake and mountain logo on the side, not M+S. It isn't my money, but rims and tires are going to be over $1,000.
The tire shop said they would be 45 minutes, so I went to my former nearby tanning salon and got obstructed by a supposed customer ahead of me going through a whole lot of decision making. All for the E. Indian to pop out of a tanning room and walk past me in five minutes or so, over top of where I was standing, me getting out of his way to the door unlike the arranged dipshit door-obstructing gangstalkers I run into at every turn in this town. And what a freaking joke, having a dark E. Indian at a tanning salon for crissakes. Stupider and stupider is how it gets, a mantra that has served me well.
Anyhow, the tire shop hadn't got the tires on in 45 min. so I waited there while the dude parade started up, from the dapper to the shiftless to the uniformed. Then the tire installation dudes did their putzing with the stack of tires outside of the waiting area where I was sitting, said tires were outside the building in fact, plainly visible through the ample window glass. Another tire dude was inside, and was walking past some 15' away, and not even looking at the waiting area (only two of us) calls out "Ford Escape", and I say "yes" and he says they are working on it. I say fine, but no estimate of when it would be ready for crissakes, the minimal informational content one would expect instead of some senseless acknowledgement of the obvious. That might of been at 60 minutes after they started, now 15 min. of waiting. Meanwhile the dude parade and male voice banter continued, but it is a tire shop though. Finally, after 90 minutes, the owner-manager says they couldn't find the right rims because of the hub size was different than expected and the tires couldn't fit. Like WTF; they would of known this in 5 or 10 minutes, not 90 minutes, as the snow tires were being put on separate rims which they had in stock. They didn't have to take any rims off or dismount the extant M+S tires first. Plus, they got books on all the hub sizes, rims, offsets and the rest of it, never mind having real experience with Ford Escapes as there are so many in this town. (I wonder why?) So, 90 minutes of getting sucked downtown to have a tan and watch the dude parade, never mind the vehicles passing by on the street some 40' away, me in the window. And never mind the above mentioned tire guy calling out "Ford Escape" for even less reason in retrospect. Has the automotive tire industry gone fucking nuts, from the BC provincial government to the local tire shop? Seemingly it has.
I bought 4 Pirelli P4 tires ($600 bill) from the same tire shop in April, and that didn't seem to earn me any respect either. I had come in the morning to find out what a winter tire was from all this FUD-dery (above), and then when I came back in the afternoon to drop $1,000 on snow tires and rims, they pretended they hadn't seen or recalled me from the morning (even after giving them the printed quote a reference I recieved in the morning). So, yes, the tire business, as it is arranged for me, is fucking nuts. All part of the perps and their insane obsession over tires, rotating objects, ashphalt and petroleum products. Go figure.
12-21-2012
Winter Solstice today; always a big perp harassment day, though apart from this morning's continued bizarre-ness at the above mentioned tire shop, I was back on gardening duty,- sieving and slinging the last of the compost that formed this year, and getting the pile built for next year. The hot-rod and other noisy muffler noise came on, as did the aircraft noise, and the neighborhood chainsaw started up again, like yesterday. The new neighbor dog, a brown hound of some kind, was give a plastic head thing to prevent it from scratching its purported veterinarian work at its head somewhere. Yessir, having brown dogs come and bark at me each day in the backyard isn't enough; now make them fubly brown coated and then add some plastic at the dog's head. Go figure.
The tire shop became the Tiresome Shop after this morning's bizarreness, extending that described above from two days ago. So instead of being friendly, as it was my third trip there in two three days, I get addressed as Mr. H....s (surname). The bastion of informal guyness, the local neighborhood tire shop, calls me by my surname for crissakes. OK, never mind, are the snow tires mounted on the rims, and they are and will be a half hour to mount. No problem, I repeat the exercise of two days ago, and visit my former neighborhood tanning salon, and notice the negro with a black toque bobbing up and down between the two parked cars outside. I get tanned, after finding my new bought-there tube of tanning intensifier had gone missing before I set off. Nothing new there, someone doesn't want me to use the product I purchased at the same store.
I get back to the tire store and they are backing up the Ford Escape, new snow tires on, and they stop it just outside the desk where I get my reciept from the counter guy who has either been ignoring me, and now has gone formal. I finish up at the desk inside of a minute or so, and lo, if the Ford Escape, only 4' away through the glass is gone. I go outside to look for it and it is nowhere, and lo, if someone doesn't want to drive in just where I am standing looking for the missing vehicle. I go inside and ask the other counter person where the vehicle is, and he doesn't answer me, pretending to be busy at the desk. So I wait in the waiting area, and wait for some real service. A few minutes later a red coat gortex anorak wearing male comes into the shop and says "where is my vehicle?". The first mentioned counter-person also arrives just then and says he will show him, and then waves at me and says "you will want to come too". I get it, from being ignored, to being "Mr." and now "you".
I walk behind my two male posse, the redcoat and the counter-person walking full 8' sidewalk apart a half block to the parking lot of a funeral home and as he gets to the Ford Escape, he says, "damn, I didn't meet the guy with the keys". He explains that he hasn't the keys for it as he thought the person who had them would be met enroute to the off-site parked Ford Escape. He asks me to wait at the vehicle until someone is sent around. The redcoat goes off to his vehicle, and I waited by putzing with some pics and email on my phone, and after five minutes a tireshop Fuckwit arrives with the keys, and instead of a normal eye exchange, he gives me this leering extended stare. Like WTF; I dropped over $1,000 on tires and rims (and $700 in April this year), the vehicle is taken away within 30 seconds of me getting into it to drive it away, then we go half a block to find the keys aren't there, I stand around in a parking lot next to the vehicle with its new tires on it, and a participating Fuckwit delivers the keys and then stares at me? I get in the vehicle, with the removed M+S set of four tires on original rims in the vehicle, and lo, if the redcoat male Fuckwit doesn't then chose to drive away just then, some four parked vehicles away. He had over five minutes to drive off while I was standing around waiting for the keys to be delivered, and hangs around in his parked vehicle all the while, and then choses to precede me out of the parking lot. So yes, I will affirm that the tire shop and industry is fucking nuts, same as the perps and their ongoing inanity of having rotating, or formerly rotating (removed tire set) in my proximity.
And a few other vehicular hijinx on my two stop trip back, and even a cluster of seven same red colored vehicles arranged ahead of me. I haven't seen one like this in traffic since 2005 or so. Lucky me.
Anyhow, back to the First Feral Family house and compost slinging, weeding, pine needle mulch laydown and the rest of it with the ongoing vehicle muffler noise, aircraft noise etc. Relative bliss compared to the Tiresome Shop antics of this morning.
12-22-2012
A sudden surge of strange dudes in the local CT store at 1100h. None of the usual parking lot confusion games, in fact much less than usual, but there they were, one blocking the entrance to take the rude-dude title of the week. some 5' past the turnstile, and this Fuckwit takes it upon himself to read the flyer and obstruct the central aisle entrance to the store. All I wanted was Rain-X, the indispensible item for rain repellant windows on a vehicle as the bottle in my perp-abetting mother's vehicle had somehow almost run out though she never uses it. And I see her other automotive treatments also disappeared; car wax, which I know for sure she would never use. So who took it?
Anyhow, with enough dudes popping out behind every aisle end it was time to get the fuck out of CT, a gangstalk shit-hole almost as bad as Walmart. And a open checkout, but no, a dude steps in ahead of me and then reverses out for no reason. None of the "forgot something" act this time, he just turned around and headed out 4' from the checkout. Whatever, and so with the item paid for, and out the door, why, more dudes arrive from behind the corners of the building. Back at the vehicle and a cluster fuck erupts with some Fuckwit in one of those Fugly, but much perp loved, Chrysler 300 sedans somehow needs to take both lanes to make a R turn into a parking stall. And slowly too, all to occupy the ground over which I am to drive over in short order to make my exit from yet another over-gangstalked store.
Once I start applying the Rain-X to the vehicle back at the First Feral Family house, why, the neighborhood prattle starts up, more dude banter for me to overhear while using this much-loved perp product. And of course, even if I clean the glass twice, somehow a scuff of something sits in the middle of the windshield to obstruct this driver's vision. So.. having used up the old bottle of Rain-X by now, why, the perps needed a re-application of the just-purchased one. Exciting times in perpland and entirely in keeping with much of what gets used up, first noted when toilet rolls needed to be switched in mid-crap with alarming frequency. Now we have it that the windshield has applications from both bottles, the rear window just from the old bottle, and the side windows have Rain-X from the new bottle only. All this is of great excitement for the perps and is nothing new in their insane goings on. One day, if I ever get to find out what they put in this product, it might all make some sense.
And the arrivals of bits of sheet plastic in the compost handling continues; the pile is clean and sieved, I turn my back, return my gaze to where I was working, and lo, if some plastic didn't somehow arrive from nowhere. That, and the continuing street muffler noise and some motorcycles too. Interestingly, no aircraft (low, or noise only) and no sirens. The neighbor dog yapping kept up for over two hours though, but no wind to perturb compost pile building today. Though, the neighborhood chain saw noise started up again, for the third day in succession, getting more distant each day. Funny how that "happens'.
The chocolate fuckery at LD this morning, (think brown color games). My mother doing the ditz-around needing to get gifts for service providers, in the chocolate aisle at a different LD store at 1000h. And as always, slowing up or splitting sideways to allow gangstalkers to pass between us or just plain deviating from my presence as she does with unerring frequency. So, while doing the scouting, and while in early shopping hours, for some reason at least five gangstalkers decended within a minute of arriving and did their choreography of rotating in and out and the ass bending faux shopping where projecting their ass into the aisle for maximum obstruction seems to be the real objective.
And while walking behind a standing gangstalker (bag- she was at least 60), who would of seen me, why she steps back with uncanny precision to plant her heel on my toe and I turn around and tell her loudly enough to watch where she is going. She does this atonement thing where she reaches out to me to touch me and I flick her arm off me. Anyhow, this deliberate contact-abusive fuckery has now escalated to a new level; I might have got the odd bump in the past but rarely. Anyhow, in keeping with the game, another gangstalker dressed in the same color, type and fleece fabric as my own vineyard work jacket (not that I was wearing it), comes in to talk to the step-on-me gangstalker as she saw what transpired (she didn't) and then as if to commiserate about my minimal reaction. I have seen this a number of times; one Fuckwit engages me with some stunt, enrages me, and then another gangstalker comes to talk to the offender as in a faux commiseration dialog. Ridiculous theatre. And my perp abetting mother doesn't say a word; conspicuous involvement IMHO, and she would of heard me say something in the store.
Chocolate, the prime brown colored food they have me "need" 3x100g/day normally, somehow isn't "needed" (per remote influencing) now that I have returned to this abuse and gangstalker town, Victoria BC Canada. And it is interesting that they haven't even let me purchase the 100g addiction bars they have me eat 3x/day for ten years.
12-20-2017
So many perp orchestrated feints, dodges, stunts and the above mentioned affront over the last few days to mention in detail. I am never sure how much detail to add, I never seem to get TI's corroborating their experiences. Nor do I know if I am a top abusee, or if there are other TI's that get these second-by-second slings and arrows all day long. No one tells me squat, when they could, or would be moderately curious.
I am doing all the usual perp-needed activities; weeding, pruning, slinging and sieving this year's compost along with my outings downtown. Yesterday it was back to the automotive tire games again, finding out that the BC provincial website has got it wrong, or else I am being FUD-ded again as to what exactly a winter tire is. Even the local TV news has chimed in as to what a freaking "winter tire" is. Does it have a Mud+Snow rating or is it what should be called a "snow tire". Yesterday, the tire shop told me a winter tire is a "snow tire" with the snowflake and mountain logo on the side, not M+S. It isn't my money, but rims and tires are going to be over $1,000.
The tire shop said they would be 45 minutes, so I went to my former nearby tanning salon and got obstructed by a supposed customer ahead of me going through a whole lot of decision making. All for the E. Indian to pop out of a tanning room and walk past me in five minutes or so, over top of where I was standing, me getting out of his way to the door unlike the arranged dipshit door-obstructing gangstalkers I run into at every turn in this town. And what a freaking joke, having a dark E. Indian at a tanning salon for crissakes. Stupider and stupider is how it gets, a mantra that has served me well.
Anyhow, the tire shop hadn't got the tires on in 45 min. so I waited there while the dude parade started up, from the dapper to the shiftless to the uniformed. Then the tire installation dudes did their putzing with the stack of tires outside of the waiting area where I was sitting, said tires were outside the building in fact, plainly visible through the ample window glass. Another tire dude was inside, and was walking past some 15' away, and not even looking at the waiting area (only two of us) calls out "Ford Escape", and I say "yes" and he says they are working on it. I say fine, but no estimate of when it would be ready for crissakes, the minimal informational content one would expect instead of some senseless acknowledgement of the obvious. That might of been at 60 minutes after they started, now 15 min. of waiting. Meanwhile the dude parade and male voice banter continued, but it is a tire shop though. Finally, after 90 minutes, the owner-manager says they couldn't find the right rims because of the hub size was different than expected and the tires couldn't fit. Like WTF; they would of known this in 5 or 10 minutes, not 90 minutes, as the snow tires were being put on separate rims which they had in stock. They didn't have to take any rims off or dismount the extant M+S tires first. Plus, they got books on all the hub sizes, rims, offsets and the rest of it, never mind having real experience with Ford Escapes as there are so many in this town. (I wonder why?) So, 90 minutes of getting sucked downtown to have a tan and watch the dude parade, never mind the vehicles passing by on the street some 40' away, me in the window. And never mind the above mentioned tire guy calling out "Ford Escape" for even less reason in retrospect. Has the automotive tire industry gone fucking nuts, from the BC provincial government to the local tire shop? Seemingly it has.
I bought 4 Pirelli P4 tires ($600 bill) from the same tire shop in April, and that didn't seem to earn me any respect either. I had come in the morning to find out what a winter tire was from all this FUD-dery (above), and then when I came back in the afternoon to drop $1,000 on snow tires and rims, they pretended they hadn't seen or recalled me from the morning (even after giving them the printed quote a reference I recieved in the morning). So, yes, the tire business, as it is arranged for me, is fucking nuts. All part of the perps and their insane obsession over tires, rotating objects, ashphalt and petroleum products. Go figure.
12-21-2012
Winter Solstice today; always a big perp harassment day, though apart from this morning's continued bizarre-ness at the above mentioned tire shop, I was back on gardening duty,- sieving and slinging the last of the compost that formed this year, and getting the pile built for next year. The hot-rod and other noisy muffler noise came on, as did the aircraft noise, and the neighborhood chainsaw started up again, like yesterday. The new neighbor dog, a brown hound of some kind, was give a plastic head thing to prevent it from scratching its purported veterinarian work at its head somewhere. Yessir, having brown dogs come and bark at me each day in the backyard isn't enough; now make them fubly brown coated and then add some plastic at the dog's head. Go figure.
The tire shop became the Tiresome Shop after this morning's bizarreness, extending that described above from two days ago. So instead of being friendly, as it was my third trip there in two three days, I get addressed as Mr. H....s (surname). The bastion of informal guyness, the local neighborhood tire shop, calls me by my surname for crissakes. OK, never mind, are the snow tires mounted on the rims, and they are and will be a half hour to mount. No problem, I repeat the exercise of two days ago, and visit my former neighborhood tanning salon, and notice the negro with a black toque bobbing up and down between the two parked cars outside. I get tanned, after finding my new bought-there tube of tanning intensifier had gone missing before I set off. Nothing new there, someone doesn't want me to use the product I purchased at the same store.
I get back to the tire store and they are backing up the Ford Escape, new snow tires on, and they stop it just outside the desk where I get my reciept from the counter guy who has either been ignoring me, and now has gone formal. I finish up at the desk inside of a minute or so, and lo, if the Ford Escape, only 4' away through the glass is gone. I go outside to look for it and it is nowhere, and lo, if someone doesn't want to drive in just where I am standing looking for the missing vehicle. I go inside and ask the other counter person where the vehicle is, and he doesn't answer me, pretending to be busy at the desk. So I wait in the waiting area, and wait for some real service. A few minutes later a red coat gortex anorak wearing male comes into the shop and says "where is my vehicle?". The first mentioned counter-person also arrives just then and says he will show him, and then waves at me and says "you will want to come too". I get it, from being ignored, to being "Mr." and now "you".
I walk behind my two male posse, the redcoat and the counter-person walking full 8' sidewalk apart a half block to the parking lot of a funeral home and as he gets to the Ford Escape, he says, "damn, I didn't meet the guy with the keys". He explains that he hasn't the keys for it as he thought the person who had them would be met enroute to the off-site parked Ford Escape. He asks me to wait at the vehicle until someone is sent around. The redcoat goes off to his vehicle, and I waited by putzing with some pics and email on my phone, and after five minutes a tireshop Fuckwit arrives with the keys, and instead of a normal eye exchange, he gives me this leering extended stare. Like WTF; I dropped over $1,000 on tires and rims (and $700 in April this year), the vehicle is taken away within 30 seconds of me getting into it to drive it away, then we go half a block to find the keys aren't there, I stand around in a parking lot next to the vehicle with its new tires on it, and a participating Fuckwit delivers the keys and then stares at me? I get in the vehicle, with the removed M+S set of four tires on original rims in the vehicle, and lo, if the redcoat male Fuckwit doesn't then chose to drive away just then, some four parked vehicles away. He had over five minutes to drive off while I was standing around waiting for the keys to be delivered, and hangs around in his parked vehicle all the while, and then choses to precede me out of the parking lot. So yes, I will affirm that the tire shop and industry is fucking nuts, same as the perps and their ongoing inanity of having rotating, or formerly rotating (removed tire set) in my proximity.
And a few other vehicular hijinx on my two stop trip back, and even a cluster of seven same red colored vehicles arranged ahead of me. I haven't seen one like this in traffic since 2005 or so. Lucky me.
Anyhow, back to the First Feral Family house and compost slinging, weeding, pine needle mulch laydown and the rest of it with the ongoing vehicle muffler noise, aircraft noise etc. Relative bliss compared to the Tiresome Shop antics of this morning.
12-22-2012
A sudden surge of strange dudes in the local CT store at 1100h. None of the usual parking lot confusion games, in fact much less than usual, but there they were, one blocking the entrance to take the rude-dude title of the week. some 5' past the turnstile, and this Fuckwit takes it upon himself to read the flyer and obstruct the central aisle entrance to the store. All I wanted was Rain-X, the indispensible item for rain repellant windows on a vehicle as the bottle in my perp-abetting mother's vehicle had somehow almost run out though she never uses it. And I see her other automotive treatments also disappeared; car wax, which I know for sure she would never use. So who took it?
Anyhow, with enough dudes popping out behind every aisle end it was time to get the fuck out of CT, a gangstalk shit-hole almost as bad as Walmart. And a open checkout, but no, a dude steps in ahead of me and then reverses out for no reason. None of the "forgot something" act this time, he just turned around and headed out 4' from the checkout. Whatever, and so with the item paid for, and out the door, why, more dudes arrive from behind the corners of the building. Back at the vehicle and a cluster fuck erupts with some Fuckwit in one of those Fugly, but much perp loved, Chrysler 300 sedans somehow needs to take both lanes to make a R turn into a parking stall. And slowly too, all to occupy the ground over which I am to drive over in short order to make my exit from yet another over-gangstalked store.
Once I start applying the Rain-X to the vehicle back at the First Feral Family house, why, the neighborhood prattle starts up, more dude banter for me to overhear while using this much-loved perp product. And of course, even if I clean the glass twice, somehow a scuff of something sits in the middle of the windshield to obstruct this driver's vision. So.. having used up the old bottle of Rain-X by now, why, the perps needed a re-application of the just-purchased one. Exciting times in perpland and entirely in keeping with much of what gets used up, first noted when toilet rolls needed to be switched in mid-crap with alarming frequency. Now we have it that the windshield has applications from both bottles, the rear window just from the old bottle, and the side windows have Rain-X from the new bottle only. All this is of great excitement for the perps and is nothing new in their insane goings on. One day, if I ever get to find out what they put in this product, it might all make some sense.
And the arrivals of bits of sheet plastic in the compost handling continues; the pile is clean and sieved, I turn my back, return my gaze to where I was working, and lo, if some plastic didn't somehow arrive from nowhere. That, and the continuing street muffler noise and some motorcycles too. Interestingly, no aircraft (low, or noise only) and no sirens. The neighbor dog yapping kept up for over two hours though, but no wind to perturb compost pile building today. Though, the neighborhood chain saw noise started up again, for the third day in succession, getting more distant each day. Funny how that "happens'.
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