Confluence of the Ford Escapes

 10-20-2020

A date with lots of two and zeros, and a single one. A big deal for the number nutz (numeralogists) I suppose. I don't pay attention to that much, though more to 6's and 7's, being a 07-06 birth, and my daughter a 06-07, both in mm-dd format. I had an apartment from 2006 to 2011 that was #607. Funny how that "happens". But I don't try and divine some kind of significance from it, as there is no end to that silliness.

 The tale of the two Ford Escapes today; my fickle friend was permitted to get his vehicle from impoundment 30 days after his DUI bust. In this province, one gets a 30 day vehicle impoundment and a 90 day driver's licence suspension for a DUI. Go figure. And the fuckery over punitive fiscal penalties goes three ways. About $800 for "storage" (aka impoundment), a $500 fine, and $500 "fee" to get your driver's licence back. All because the twit didn't eat with a beer or two glasses of wine in him.

I accept to drive it from storage at the wrecker's yard (aka, impoundment), but when we get there, they tell him he needs an official release. WTF; my friend was in contact with them on the phone two weeks before, and they never said anything. So, off to the provincial government service office, and wait in the Covid line outside. I tell my pal I will wait at home until I hear from him, as it is not far away. Fine.

About 40 minutes later he texts me to say he is inside and service is imminent. I go there, and wait, then more waiting etc. An hour later, just before their lunch time shutdown, he finally emerges. It seems they plain ignored him while inside (a 6 service desk office space), despite the wait-line listing by the guy with the lap top, FFS.

And while waiting, the freakshow around my parked vehicle starts up. The cycling Fuckwit who carries on an half hour conversation with his pals in the vehicle, two stalls away. Funny how all these disparate cats seem to know each other, and converse at length as if they are long lost friends. Other non-natural hair colored freaks loiter outside the government office while I am waiting; like, it is cold out, and only those who need government issued services are hanging around, so why the loitering? I don't know, but it is most peculiar at times. And the Fuckwit plasterer that just "needed" to park next to me when there were about 10 other stalls nearby. He didn't last more than 5 minutes as the line up was too long for him, but the freaks and weirds usually get short shift stalking. And having a tradesman too for whatever reason. I will never forget the "paint men" stalkers, (commercial painters) of the 2006-2011 no-vehicle-allowed Fuckover era, on public transportation (city bus) who would get on board, splattered with paint and sit nearby. Though, not wet paint, but they sometimes stank of thinner. If they were really legit, which I doubt, you think they would stand up.

Though while waiting, I did get to see one young woman begin and end her driving licence test, successfully. She just about blew her back-in parking (her final test item), and managed to pull it off at the last second by going slow enough. Thank goodness for power steering (and practice). Her mother came by and they had a happy hugging moment, replete with face diapers. An "aw shucks, isn't that sweet" moment for sure. (And of course, putting on the "huggies" stalking stunt that seems to "happen" around me, though in this case, I would say it was the least obvious instance to date).

Got to the wrecking yard, and after requesting they move the platform tow truck blocking egress, I drove my fickle friend's Ford Escape. It was full of the same junk, beer cans and other disposable debris as the last bust, when I drove it back to his place. No room in the front passenger seat even. I threatened to drive the vehicle to the dump, so it could all be unloaded at once, but he said he had some personal stuff that he wanted to deal with alone. A missed opportunity to make a new beginning as I see it. I made him take one bag of junk out and put it in the dumpster as a symbolic start.

And while impounded, the vehicle was unlocked, and lo, if someone didn't steal the cover off the interior light. Another WTF moment, as the base with the bulbs had been removed, but was there placed on the junk inside, but the cover was gone. Like, if you want to steal just the cover, don't you just remove it, and nothing else? But as the perps have an unrelenting fascination with lights, lighting, lighting housings etc. from streetlights on down, why am I not surprised. My friend later learned from the taxi driver that there are many car parts that go "missing" from the impounded vehicles in wrecker's yards. Must be another on-demand order side business.

I drove his white 2011 Ford Escape to his street parking location, while the taxi followed directly behind. And plenty of gangstalking vehicles all around, including at least a 15 long train behind. Afterward, we went to his favorite grocery store and I sat in my vehicle in the parking lot (again). I do this, as that idiot chain, Great Canadian Superstore, has made compliance signalling face diapers mandatory. And if I have a chance to duck this stupid shit over a flu that is of less virulence than prior Great Flues (1958, 1967) then I will. Said Great Flues never had the public promotion, scare mongering and the flagrant political and civil rights violating promotion that the Covid-19 does, but hey, it is different times. Such as, "You, dear citizen, are under our heel and we now want you to know about it". Well, I have done my "prisoner in disguise" time all my existence, and if given the chance, it is "fuck you".

So here I was in the parking lot at above mentioned grocery store, and three Ford Escapes, all the same 2011 type body design, arrived in short order, and are facing me for about 20 minutes. And another circled me while waiting for the fickle friend to do his shopping. The closest Ford Escape, an electric blue colored one, was facing me some 30' away, had a woman driver sitting in it all the time, like for 20 minutes. Most unusual, as women don't drive in and sit in their parked vehicles at length, just those loafing males (gangstalking Fuckwits) in my experience. When my fickle friend came back, I mentioned her to him (in the context of looking for an Escape part, in jest), and as he and I began looking at her, she looked at us momentarily, and then she did the perp classic "look away" gaze, keeping her head in place (still facing us) and flicking her eyes to the side as if there was something she heard and commanded her attention (there was nothing). As I read it, she was correcting herself as she wasn't supposed to look at us. I cannot count how many times I have seen this act, but it is so feigned and so consistent, I can only suspect she was catching herself from doing something she was instructed not to. Or just plain maybe that is what they are supposed to do, some of them, usually the more attractive females, that mighty eye roll of purposeful gaze avoidance. Don't ask me why, I'm just the subject.

The vehicular stalking was just insane today, but not surpising given the unusual and rare nature of having driven my fickle friend's vehicle earlier, as I don't usually drive his vehicle. Never mind any vehicle with heaps of garbage in it for months at a time.

And more pit lamping, (headlights being trained on me at an inordinate frequency), now with more emphasis on the facing vehicle turning in front of me, creating a sweeping beam of headlights now, instead of the stationary (parking lots, back lane) or the mobile oncoming vehicles. (Daylight running or headlights are the law here, though there always seem to be a few "exceptions" for "some reason". US vehicles aren't included in the exceptions, though they are presently rare as the border remains closed, now to Nov. 21, due to the Casedemic, aka, Covid-19).

Later, a vehicular gangstalker was tailing me for two blocks, and as I pulled into the gasoline (fuel) station (as intended), why, this Fuckwit did too. He pulled up to a pump, as I had done, and upon seeing this obvious parallel stalking stunt, I drove off. Like WTF; I have never had a vehicular Fuckwit tail me right into a fuel station before. Go fuck yourselves, every one, a bowdlerization of Tiny Tim, and probably what he really would of really said if he weren't being written up for the PC camp of the day.

10-26-2020

More disruption stuff coming down; I might of mentioned in an earlier posting that my Good Doctor in Kelowna is no longer returning to practice in the near future, so I am to take my tangled medical matters over my low iron elsewhere. Given that I have not been able to get a GP or an officially sanctioned Nurse Practitioner for nigh 17 years, it leaves a bit of a hole. There was a much politically bally-hooed Nurse Practitioner program, with a centralized application system, but I got nothing from it.

Then my regular laundromat, where I get to speak with the proprietor and staff, that is, real people, is now sold, and the new owners begin next week.

Then my landlord told me a few days later that they are moving to another location in town, citing some minor issues with one neighbor and a recent stolen wallet from their vehicle. But, they aren't selling this place, but will have a near-neighbor stay in the house for 8 months while their house is rebuilt. After that, who knows; hopefully not a psycho-dog owner show like last year's employer, or other unneighborly fuckery. After all, the power and water can be shut off from the landlord's place, and the renter's there could screw me around over that, no excuses needed for abusing TI's, no matter how deranged or frivolous it seems. Curious that, as the Psychopaths usually have me, the Prime Victim (or Subject as they might refer to me), move house, again and again. Like over 60x in my adult lifetime, and 14x since this abuse-athon came down in 04-2002.

[Update, the doctor issues seem to be largely resolved, and I even get a real GP, though in Kelowna, 75km away]. Not that I am a doctor hound, but it is nice to have continuity of care. A term I would use advisedly while being a TI, as the Psychopaths have a level of continuity of "care" (abuse mostly), that is like no other. Why, they know one's next move before I know it, pre-populated with gangstalkers.]

I have been doing some grape picking in a few vineyards of late, and the Psychopaths have yet again, applied their time-worn fuckery of pulling the pruners and/or just picked grapes from my grasp at a frequency far more than any experienced vineyard worker would ever do normally. Just what is the Psyhopath's need to fuck with things in this manner? That they are obsessed with cutting tools and their application is a given, but why do they need to piss me off to such an extreme level for something so innocuous, and that has been done for at least 8 seasons now? Are they utterly insane, or just plain continuously and consistently berserk? Either way, it takes discipline.

Enough for posting, and to continue on with the involuntary shit show.

Catching Up

02-16-2019
A posting to catch up for the past two weeks, having got the Feb. 4 posting done (dated Feb. 16 by Blogspot).

More snow for this region, and the whole of the Pacific Northwest, including Puget Sound, Vancouver and Victoria as well. That has kept me busy as I have been shoveling out the landlord's property too. As it faces the street, I am to clear the sidewalk and of course, make the pathways on the property clear too, as well as his two vehicles parked out front, visible from the street. All to give the property that lived-in look, as they are away in Mexico for 8 weeks. Good timing on their part for all the continued snowfalls.

No work this week, save a day helping out my former millwork installation employer for one day. I spent a considerable time doing caulking of counter tops at this commercial construction site where I had worked from 08-12 in 2018. The caulking job seemed like a prequel to my own caulking efforts at my residence the next day. I caulked some 4' in the shower stall after removing the old fugly molded caulking, and also recaulked another 4' of the counter top I installed at my residence about four weeks ago. And note, this is the very same counter top at the construction site, having been given some 16' of it after the job was done. I suppose they wanted a "repeat", where I do the same job on the same material at the construction site, and then at my residence, one day apart.

I also conveyed my continuing annoyance to my co-worker about the employer's wilful intransigence about getting my unemployment benefit paperwork done. It should be "paperwork" in quotes, as it is simply a no brainer electronic transmission to the government. And yet the fucker, an registered charter accountant no less, won't get this done. And how would he like to go two months with no pay? Time to write a nasty email to start his work week. And then start a complaint with the accounting practices board of which he is a professional member. Then as to what is next I have no idea, save naming the asshole. (I see the employer's website has changed recently so there are no more employee pictures, just the names). I simply cannot believe this fucking shit show has gone on for two months for absolutely no reason. Besides, even if the employment was acrimonious, which it isn't, the employer must furnish this document, called the Record of Employment (ROE). As to why the law puts so much control of an individual into some paper pusher's hands with no penalties of significance is beyond me. And it has been two weeks since I submitted a formal request, and nothing from the government either.

And BTW, I see the government now has their unemployment related forms online again; the Request for a Record of Employment form is now available online. When I was looking for it, it so "happened" that it wasn't, and the link was broken, which then caused me to go the the government's Service Canada office in town and request one. And as it "happened" they didn't have it either, (supposedly) and so I got snookered into a 1.5 hour wait in their office where an orchestrated brown people stalk-athon unfolded, as mentioned in a past blog posting.

For "some reason" I could not get to sleep, and spent most of the night awake before getting up at 0600h. I had to deal with the 8" of snowfall that morning, shoveling the sidewalks and pathways on behalf of the landlord who is away in Mexico. The street snow clearing was so overwhelmed that I decided to walk to the hospital construction site. That was a 30 minute walk or so, not bad considering the poor snow removal, both sidewalks and streets.

There was only one remaining co-worker, so we chatted plenty at the two breaks. He will be winding up the job in two weeks or so. He may need me for a day next week to do some heavy lifting etc.

The stalking coverage is getting more intense these past 4 weeks, since the start of New Year when I returned to Penticton. The Fuckwits are constantly on my ass when I get out of my vehicle or make a turn (ambulatory or driving). And the pit-lamping too; beaming headlights on me. The just-stand-there stalkers have also increased; these ridiculous assholes who stand in mid-sidewalk looking at their phones. I suppose it is a better cover story than the ones who just stand there without a prop, which was in plenty evidence before the ubiquity of so-called smart phones.

I had to do one of the routinely scheduled health care shit samples (every 5 years), and the Fuckwits were all over me at the waiting area in the lab at the hospital. All duly arranged, as I had the paper lab order with me the day before when I did a work day (per above), but "somehow" forgot to go to the lab afterwards. Another convenient "forget" that makes all these kinds of events seem so very arranged.

Got zapped in the night; I haven't had one of these for a while, but a sudden jolt to my thigh got me awake right quick.

And more perverse dreams, that could only of been planted. It was a vivid dream about working on an IT project, something I haven't done in 18 years since the harassment came on. Why did they plant that on me?

And a phone stunt from the computer tech where I took my spare PC in to get dual boot running. He finished the job, I picked the computer up, and later that day he phones me, but not in his usual manner of introducing himself and who he is working for and the purpose of his call. This time, I get a call and he asks is "Monica there?", and I say no, as there isn't one here. Then he makes up this lame excuse about looking at the wrong work order, which then ties him to the computer repair outfit, though I was beginning to recognize the voice. A very lame excuse it seems, as the work order for my PC was done, so why would he have mine next to an active work order? Nor does he backtrack to introduce himself in this faux confusion.

Anyhow, I don't go into a lot of detail on this topic in this her blog, though I will talk to TI's in person if I come to know them. I have made references to ML in past postings, as this theme (person) gets constantly planted on me (in mind) all day long, sometimes 200x or more. And I have seen her twice for real, and her likeness (height, build, age) at least a dozen times more. And so this computer tech just "happens" to mention that person by her first name in his supposedly errant call, momentarily confounding me without his usual self introduction? Yeah, right.

I worked on a bottling line for wine for three days last week. Same deal as always; just when everything is going right, no mean feat for all the technical issues and the cold, why, the bottling line shuts down. When I say "going right", I am referring to a kind of mind-state where it just seems that one isn't doing a whole lot of thinking beyond the assigned activities of supporting the production line. There is something about humans (and of course the nonconsensual human experimentees, aka TI's)  and production line work that seriously interests the perps.

02-18-2019
A statutory holiday in these here parts, Family Day for crissakes. I seems there was too long of a stretch between January and Easter, so they created a new one, invoking a sentimental excuse. Or, in my read on it, more like the politicians were told to do so, as the perps just love to disrupt routines, even the regular Mon-Fri weekday workers.

I spent the better part of yesterday getting the electronic gear back in its rack, and all of it then connected and moved under this new bench I built a few weeks ago. I also had to get the rack cut down and rejoined so it would go underneath. But for "some reason" the printer is on the blink, even if MS Windows says there is no problem with it. The before and after
pics.

And another related serious interest of the perps that I have come to find in recent months is my use of tools. That is, any use of a tool, and all the more interesting to them if I switch tools, say, use an impact driver instead of a drill. And it can be even shifting my use of snow removal tools; the sled-like pushing tool and then swapping over to use the snow scoop to clean up the trails of snow that the pushing tool missed. I noticed this particular example a few days ago when shoveling snow at about 0700h; the street yapping males just "happened" to start up some 30 seconds before I swapped snow removal tools. That there would be anyone outside at this time of morning just to stand and natter is unusual, and such timing doesn't go unnoticed when it seems that every noise around me is orchestrated to microsecond level precision, and of course, with designed volume and harmonic frequencies. And annoyance levels too.

And when working on the construction site job from 08-12, 2018, I either used other's tools, or bought my own, and loaned them out on a temporary basis. My co-workers also had some tool acquisition binges too, and I often shared in the tool talk, picked them up to admire, or on occasion borrowed them. As to what all that means to the perp assholes I have no idea. Just leave me the fuck alone, as I have been screwed enough.

And that should be it for the week.

Construction Work

08-14-2018
Started today (Tuesday) on my very first construction job, save that gig of three day one a couple of years ago, which might have been called de-construction, as I was involved in a major renovation, (read, interior demolition) of a certain fast food franchise.

Like all new hires on this site, I had to attend a safety orientation first thing. It was an hour of a video and a half hour of the site safety coordinator speaking. And what on earth was with the guy next to me, surely doing the perp's deed by getting in my way constantly, leaning his chair toward me (his back facing me), and causing me to move my chair away from him. By the end of the show he was leaning his chair back over where I had been sitting. Then he seemed to have prior permission to exit the session in the last 20 minutes, all to return again. And too, straight from the Perp 101 manual, constantly get in the way, or partially so, of the victim's view, in this case the video. I looked around at the other 20 some guys, and every one of them was concentrating on the video or the speaker, she of some considerable butt girth. So what was with this guy, and just why is it, yet again, of having the "bad luck" of sitting next to the one hyperactive Fuckwit of some 20+ guys, who was executing standard perp disruptive functions that I have come to know and loathe so often?

And too, the construction site safety rules call for a day-glo (high-viz) clothing, a vest in this case. A hard hat, and safety toed boots. The latter have been a long running concern, as I bought this pair in about 2009, and they have been in the shop more than I have worn them. The boots kept falling apart, often after a day of use, and I kept fixing them. This would be the first time they have been in use for more than three days, so who knows what the perps got planned for footwear sabotage on this gig. With the now "usual" bad luck, they will likely sabotage them about 80% into the job, and force me to purchase another pair, knowing as they surely do, this is the only safety toe pair I own.

And yes, with some 400 workers on site over six floors, there will be all manner of dudes mostly) around, but yet again, it just seemed that there were no end of them popping out from corners, turning corners when I was going in the opposite way (contraconcentric turning, mostly known with vehicles), and just plain busy-ness around me. Not having worked on such a construction site before, I don't have a pre-harassment reference (notion of normality) as to what I should expect. But if I apply the now usual standard logic of everything is arranged, (since 04-2002), it just seems yet again, the perps are going nuts from the get go.

The guys I work from seem like regular folk, and it seems they are easy to get along with, including the foreman.

08-15-2018
Another perp stunt, usually infrequent for vineyard work, but they jumped me early on this gig; the forced "forget" in taking my drinking water, even if the bottle was right where I make up my lunch. As to how I could do this on my own I have no possible explanation.

And continuing pop-outs (stalkers, aka, arranged events) from every doorway all day long.

08-16-2018
A dental cleaning appointment for 0800h  this morning. All in keeping with the usual job start disruption games that routinely "happen". Last year it was the plentiful doctor appointments that seemed to plague me when I started at a new vineyard with a crew of six.

Dinner with the landlords; they had extra pizza dough and invited me to help finish it up. As part of this seeming informal get together, (a first) they gave me a vacuum cleaner that they seemed not to need. I don't know what it is about vacuum cleaners, but the perps do like to run them in my vicinity; as always, I am circumspect about gifts anyhow. And of course, the perps go silly with extra stalking when receiving or giving gifts, e.g. Christmas.

08-17-2018
It was not enough to shave 2.5 hours off my day yesterday due to a dental cleaning appointment it seems, aka, disruption games. With Monday off (seeing the doctor in Bellevue WA), and yesterday's dental appointment, the perps (as I see it, were up to it again).

Today, no one at the construction site got to work, because a jumper was on the roof, and even though he had been there for six hours before work started at 0700h, this person wasn't communicating. The police had the site blocked off, and so it was that some 400 construction workers were held up from working, me included of course. A whole hour's work for showing up before the foreman called it off, just like some of the other trades. Not a high work hour week by any means, but a very typical start to a new job in this too long abuse-athon.

And to no surprise, the assholes are at their games of medication disruption again. I just wasn't enough to fuck me out of my ADD Rx for 16 years with outrageous, illegal and unconventional interventions, but after a month back on these very useful meds, why, I couldn't get to the walk-in clinic doctor for a Rx re-write because they close later in the day when their daily patient limit come up, so to pay Canadian Rx prices (7x cheaper), until today. And lo, a four day hiatus wasn't enough either: I get a call from the pharmacy over a drug interaction, and it is quite clear that it is no problem given what the respective doses are, (they tell me) but they "need" to phone the doctor anyhow. [Which has now extended over the weekend, as I write this, so at least a week's hiatus and counting]. Just what is it about my fucking ADD Rx that the perps are so insanely entrenched with disrupting and otherwise running abusive interference? Its all about the dopamine obviously, but for crissakes just leave me alone on this one. I have just had fucking enough, even on this one alone.

08-18-2018
It has been smokey all week, as it has been for the prior three weeks, but today it seems extra smoke was called for.  Saturday was the long scheduled leg wax, and then two hours later, a haircut at the same place. Though the assholes started off with a forced wallet "forget"; so I had to make an extra trip to retrieve it. This after plugging the meter, and lo, if that particular stall wasn't occupied when I got back 15 minutes later. Well done assholes; fuck the victim, and fuck the victim again immediately following. Merely riling the victim isn't sufficient; it has always been one of their longstanding stunts to then get the victim again after riling him up. Sometimes for four or five successive iterations. I suppose the extra busy vehicle traffic could count as one more jab at the victim while on the wallet retrieval run.

And just what is it about planting people outside my vehicle while it was parked downtown  today? With six exits or returns from/to my parked vehicle along the same stretch of a short block, (per above) why would Fuckwits be posted there each time? Not the same ones, but the same method of having them stand in the middle of the sidewalk, making themselves out to be oblivious to blocking egress.

08-19-2018
A cleaning day, and trying out my "new" vacuum cleaner. More powerful, and the rotary carpet cleaning head can be turned off while using the hose, unlike the last one. I even got serious, and mopped the linoleum. A purging of vineyard work if you will, as my clothes and boots were also dusty. And as part of that, I cleaned my gummed up Felco secateurs (hand pruners), and put on a new blade. Doubtless a big moment, and one to come, as the perps go silly over new cutting blades, and anything I cut with them, which includes knives, scissors, razor blades etc. And true to form, just when I figured was finishing the job, why, something else comes up and/or goes wrong and it takes another half hour. I have never, ever, known a task to complete early, as the assholes always have something screw up as I am closing in on completion.

Enough for this first week of construction, as disrupted as it has been, and to get this posted.

Weeding and then Some

05-08-2017
Another day of hand weeding, that is, with a shovel and a work colleague on the other side of the trellis wires also digging away. My digging partner was the guy who I termed a "disengagee" for his focus on this phone, even during lunch time. Today, amazingly, he was absolutely chatty. I am totally astounded as this sudden behavior change. Though, there may have been an ulterior motive; all his chattiness effectively prevented me from wearing my headphones and listening to music all day. Such music listening and headphone wearing interruptions haven't gone unnoticed in past blog postings; running loud vehicles is another way to drive me from listening to headphones, as is overhead aircraft flights. As usual, the weeding was hard work, and there was no let up or other diversionary activities, even for an hour or so.

The other male ponytail on the crew was less charitable; at the end of the day, and had nothing to do with him, he is holding a pitchfork and offers to throw it to me. I said "right...." and then he seemed not to have heard me, and then said something to the effect that I might not of liked the suggestion. I had this asshole pegged as a loser before I started there, and I heard that from the former crew chief from last year. This insulting rude-shit was totally unprovoked as I have always kept my nose clean and not bothered anyone. And this prick comes up with this shit.

05-09-2017
The aggravating rude-ass, per above, was all over my ass while we were doing a rock pick this morning in a new just-plowed area that is due for planting soon. What is it about this asshole that he needed to keep dogging me from L to R, R to L, and keep getting into my vision? I would look away from where he was and pick rocks in that direction and this Fuckwit would show up again. Thank goodness rock picking was done in an hour. Then onto weed digging for the rest of the day.

I was too wiped out from yesterday to go to yoga last night. But I had left my boots out so they wouldn't stink out the joint, and the plan was that I would pick them up and put them inside when off to yoga. Of course that didn't happen, and the boots were outside all night. This is the second such outside "boot leaving" in two weeks; last time it was the other pair abetted by a alarm defeat of unknown cause.  And what is so fucking important to the Psychopathic Fuckover Force that they need to have my boots sit on the lawn outside overnight? Again, no rain unloaded on them, a stunt they pulled last year.

05-10-2017
Another brutal day of digging weeds in the vineyard. One each side of the row, and my partner went "incommunicado" for the morning. In the afternoon, now armed with my player and my headphones, he starts chirping away. After a while I give up, ergo, no headphones or music. I cannot recount the number of past times headphone wearing (playing music) gets interrupted (e.g. loud vehicles, change in job task), and now we have another way. I am sure there will be more kinds, and many more headphone wearing disruption events to come.

And too, they added in aircraft stalking while the headphones were on; a low overhead pass (150') above terrain of a two engine fire retardant bomber, and in the elegant aerobatic-stalking of aircraft, it circled again, though 300m distant, same elevation.

05-11-2017
It started  out to be a day of digging weeds until 30 minutes later, we were re-directed to help out on a small new plantation block. The posts needed to be erected and the trellis wires strung. I was on the post pounding team, saved from the dog-me gangstalker dude who would of been hanging about me like a bad smell all day. I don't know of anyone who is so in my face so often for seeming innocuous reasons. (Save the rude-ass offer from him, per above, about catching a pitch fork). The work day was called off an hour early when the thunderstorms came in, along with rain. There was a weather warning out for flash floods in some areas, so everyone is in an elevated sense of fear over the weather in this region.

05-12-2017
Friday, and some weeding today, and one particular bunch grass weed around a vine took two of us 10 minutes to extricate. It was the most root dense grass bunch I have seen in three weeks of this toil.

I was spared from all day weeding thankfully by the task assignment of putting up the irrigation lines, meaning, the black polyethylene pipes that are strung along the posts and drip out water at a constant rate. These would also be called "drip lines". There was also a solid sprinkler line put in every two rows as well. And have I mentioned how the perps love me to be messing with water delivery methods, and that would include irrigation pipes, drip lines, sprinklers and all other means. Of note, the ground was quite wet from the overnight rains, and so one could count this as another water delivery mechanism. And some rain showers today too, with plenty of temperature changes to go with it.

True to perp form, we ran out of drip line some 3 rows from the end on this .25 acre section, and so the boss man set off to get a roll of drip line. And of course it was a different make with a different dripper design, having the distinctive blue line running its length, the drip line that most vineyards use, including this one, save the rest of this section that we had installed (2 rolls worth). In the course of hanging up the drip line on the wires, the boss man had to cut off  a small extra portion, and lo, if he didn't show me this split open section with its integral pressure compensating dripper, having borrowed my secateurs to cut it off (all he had to do) and cut it open as well. And so it continues; the perps' obsession over water delivery methods, and added to it, cutting said pipe (cutlery and cutting obsession) and showing it to me.

Also today, and I suppose water-related, there was a helicopter across the lake practicing using a "monsoon bucket", a collapsible slung bucket that is immersed in water and then is transported for fire suppression purposes. The bucket was duly discharged as well, presumably in concert with yet more variations on water delivery methods, even if a kilometer away.

05-13-2017
My big deal of the day, two in fact; getting the vehicle cleaned in preparation for waxing it, and then legs getting waxed. Funny how both relate to wax in their own way. But as wax is often a petroleum product, the perps are quite cranked about its particular properties, especially any "earth energies", aka, photonic field properties it may have and how those interact with this here TI victim.

The Pyschopaths had me get the vehicle cleaning done in the morning, starting with a foam brush, white foam coming out. They have in the past arranged red colored foam from the brush at the cleaning station, but have backed off on this in recent years, all at the same location. At 0900h on a Saturday I was surprised it was busy at the cleaning bays, and so I had to wait and watch the gut-strut; elders with large guts attempting to clean their vehicles. And lo, if they didn't' decrease the time for what the $2 coin gets in the slot now; instead of a $5 job it became a $7 job. And adroitly arranged for the first time cleaning this Ford Escape, with the planted notion that it is the vehicle that "caused" the extra time requirement. No, it is about the same size as the Camry, just higher, so what is the deal. Then to vacuum my vehicle, as it seems the mud is accreting from vineyard work in uncharacteristic amounts. I had my stalker buddy arrive on the other side of the outside vacuum cleaner station, vaccums are always a big perp prop for whatever reason. Then my highway drive for 20 min. to dry it off, replete with the vehicular gangstalking trains to accompany me.

Then to check out the regular Saturday Farmers Market, though I need not have bothered. I see they re-paved the street area to widen the sidewalks and thereby constrict the central egress space between each side of the stalls. Well done; it was already a cluster fuck, and now they made it worse. And of course the perps blanked me out of going at my usual time at 0830h, just when it opens, so to avoid said swarms. Now there is a better reason to go early, as egress has been constricted. We shall see how this one goes and whether they increase the stalkers and dawdlers at that time just to screw me all the more. Alternatively they can have me get up late to miss my intended shopping time.

And I suppose, with that particular segment of the street formerly being paved with asphalt, and now with a grey brick, I suppose this too is some kind of earth surface/color interaction game. (Same vendors, operatives and gangstalkers, now a year later). Surely, with astronauts orbiting the Earth, or moon even, the perps have figured out some kind of energy interaction differential for all their unwitting subjects? Never mind the speculation that subjects like Obama have been teleported to Mars, per web story of two years ago.

As mentioned a few times before, egress constriction is not a new perp tactic; the aisles of stores are often littered with extra displays to accomplish the same, and lo, if that isn't where a stalker isn't standing there too, typically with their ass projecting into the aisle in a mock posture feigning looking at low shelf items. The fact that they are arranged at these aisle constriction points so much more than normal is an outrage, and then to pretend not to notice they are constricting the aisle is ridiculous, and on top of that they also take an extended time to conduct their supposed introspection of the shelf items is even more absurd. On top of that, they don't select anything, making sure that the whole feigned "shopping" was an obvious gangstalking stunt. What it is about projecting someone's ass in my direction, or intended path, in a shopping aisle is totally beyond me, save to say that any kind of spinal stretches seems to exercise the spine in a way that presents a different energy profile. Hence being allowed to take yoga and the cluster fucking that goes on there.

Onto leg waxing in the afternoon; instead of the regular supervisor (its a training school) with whom I have extended chats over wine and wine tasting, I got a returning student from a few years ago. She was the temporary supervisor, and with her, a young trainee, just graduated from high school. As often, one on one side and one on the other, and each stayed in place when I flipped over. One was blonde and one was brunette, and no unnatural hair colors this time. I had some conversation with each of them and all was friendly, and was out of there in 40 minutes or less. Like anything, any regular contact or engagement with anyone, even if every 8 weeks apart, or even less, say with doctors, must be disrupted by the perps. They cannot tolerate me even going to the shoemaker in town before something gets messy/problematic and forces me to take my shoes out of town to get fixed. I just don't understand why they have to disrupt routines all the time.

In the afternoon, the sun came on, which presents problems with waxing my vehicle, so back inside and I listening to some Youtube videos on cancer (woohoo). The list of persecuted doctors who practice proven and researched alternate therapies that are substantially more efficacious than conventional treatment (if that) gets longer. Hoxsey, Kelly, Burzinsky as three, and I see that Dr. Nicholas Gonzalez died from a heart attack in 2015. He looked perfectly fine in the hour long 2014 video here. So what is it about cancer and the horrific immune system clobbering "treatments" (chemotherapy and irradiation) that the perps need to defend to the point of running alternative care doctors out of the country, if not, inundate them with investigations (14 different agencies in the case of Dr. Kelly)? I don't know, but in one video in this series a doctor mentions medical advances being allowed in other disciplines, but not in cancer. Is it purely an surreptitious immune system nonconsensual research project, also aided by HIV, or is it about selective takedown of individuals for various reasons? Or both?

05-14-2017
Sunday, and an 0600h text from the landlord to say they are going away for a week and could I look after the mail etc. No problem, but why so early.
 
The weather was cold and wet first thing so I hung back for a while, and read, and lo, if the assholes didn't have me puke up again, something they now do every three weeks or so. Once feeling better I was getting ready to set off to get automobile wax, and lo, if they didn't script a piss, and lo, on top of that, a crap. Unbelievable, this three way purge inside of 4 minutes all before setting off to get automobile wax, and my supply from last year had been strangely drawn down more than I expected. (Continuing this weekend's wax confluence/coincidence).

While at the auto shop, the dudes came to choke down egress by lining up at the cashier, which just "happened" to be where the automotive wax was. Anyhow, I found what I wanted, and when they had finally finished at the cashier, and when I proceeded to the desk, why, a pair off dudes brushed by from behind me, one of whom "happened" to be the tractor driver at the vineyard I work. Then another pair of dudes entered the store after they departed, who then preceded me out when I was about to depart. The cashier wasn't too pleasant and had to vacate the checkout twice to check the stock number for some reason. I am long familiar with cashiers somehow "needing" to vacate the checkout, and another variation is that another cashier comes in, often guy for girl. Not this time, just this over-tattoo-ed unfriendly blonde girl. I get out to my vehicle, and lo, if some Fuckwit with a tan brown vehicle didn't pull in between me and another prior parked vehicle with a stalker sitting in it, and lo, these two dudes were making repairs on their vehicle, one of them underneath and the other over-obviously leaning on the vehicle. I get past this Fuckwit, back up and drive off. And what is the point of all that; if you have a vehicle to fix in the parking lot give yourself elbow room at the other end of the lot instead of pulling in between two parked vehicles. And one was wearing these fugly brown check baggy shorts. Do the perps have a clown department or something?

I got the Ford Escape through the gate and parked it on the lawn next to my place so I could get around it and wax it. Not unexpectedly I had extra aircraft stalking coverage, dogs barking and the very loathesome HD motorcycle noise going by. It seems the perps have added a new motorcycle in the neighborhood to make noise as in passing by, unlike the two that are located and start up across the lane. The latter HD motorcycle noise erupted in the afternoon when I was doing windows and interior, and while idling, the Mrs got into a screaming row with the fugly dude with the motorcycle. I get to be at least ear-witness to couple arguements every year or so, and I suppose this was my annual dose. All while the HD motorcycle idling noise continued. A two-fer on the noise combination front. Then the dude shut it down and never took it anywhere. Go figure.

Later I took my knee cap damaged colleague out on his now-weekly shopping trip. And what is it about the eggs section that turns into a holy dude clusterfuck? Each time of the three weeks, and all these dudes or with kids descend on the cooler case and then stand around. It is fucking nuts, and of course I am with him and he is directing me to the correct location, so I don't have my usual "bail out" or avoidance options.

The perp assholes duly pulled some rain for the first time today while driving back with my colleague, testing out the Rain-X I put on the windshield it would seem. And what is it about vehicle waxing and windshield treatment that so interests the perps?

Enough perp follies for the week and now to get this posted for the record.

Annual Forced Finger Fumbling Exercise.

03-28-2017
Tuesday, and the perps seemed to have gone nutzo on me for some reason. This is most manifested by their forced finger fumbling, just when I need finger control the most in the course of my paid duties. This is in the cause of "tying down" the vine canes to the trellis wire so that they are secured and then readied for later bud burst, which in turn, will become new canes over the growing season. The new canes bear fruit, and so the cycle continues. (An alternate style of training and pruning is "spur pruning", where a longer term cane, called a "cordon" remains and sends shoots forth, which are then pruned down to short spurs, from which the buds develop to form shoots. The merits of each style of pruning have been debated for millennia. We have done both styles of pruning on this vineyard.)

For tying down the canes one must spiral wrap the cane around the trellis wire so it is supported and then to tightly tie the cane end down with soft tying wire so it doesn't unwrap for the season. Having three hands would help, but in the absence, using one's leg to hold the cane helps. The activity requires manual dexterity in that one must hold the hand pruners and typing wire with an integral spiral twisting device to pull the tie tight, as well as keeping the the cane in place. And of course, this is where the perps intrude and pull any one or more of these from my grasp just before the critical moment of the wire being tight. They blatantly sabotaged me doing this when I first started working in vineyards in 2012, and really haven't let up for this 3 to 4 week job each year. Yesterday they didn't bother me too much, but today, they laid on the finger fumbling sabotage way too often. Often enough to have me fuming all day, and in addition, having the tying wire snag and/or spill out on the ground.

I don't know why they started their concerted finger fumbling attack on day two of this exercise; perhaps it was the post-yoga Fuckover Phenomenon. Yoga was on last night, to a most strange class size of three, easily half of the least populated class in the five years I have been there. And most strange after over-populating it with some 15-18 yogis and four to six dudes just to up the idiot show. Last night they gave me a rare nose bleed after yoga. I don't get these more than once per four years, but for some reason they figured I needed one. This morning the garbage trucks were all over me on the way to the vineyard, plus one there when I got there, and the bins were out. I even had a three-time vehicle stalker, the Fuckwit in a Ford Escape, the same vehicle I am now driving, was "showing up" after taking alternate routes. Then when I got to the vineyard and parked, a large (24' trailer) propane delivery truck arrives and parks near my vehicle to make a delivery to the adjacent winery. And too, plenty of engine noise with the Bobcat that got delivered for a rental as well. A whole lot of noise to accompany my morning start for "some reason".

The assholes didn't stop at the above stunts; they defeated my alarm clock in the night, as I expressly checked it before going to bed, and lo, the assholes had killed it. So I ended up getting up an hour late, just to make the morning time a total fuckaround to rile me up. Invariably, I shorten or abandon my shaving routine in the morning to make up for the stolen time. Worse yet, just before awakening, they pummeled me with dreams about ships, some of them familiar ferry boats of past experience, somehow moving down an crowded interstate-like arterial. Ridiculous, and it could only of been planted as I really not that imaginative on my own.

03-29-2017
A morning call from the crew boss; it is raining too much for vineyard work, so await later instructions. That is OK, but it does make me wonder what the whole perp deal is; besides a basic disruption event, so what? I don't think I will ever know why they so love to disrupt regular activities, as having weekends off isn't enough. With all the shift work in the world, and varying work week durations, sometimes 20 days on, 10 off, it does make me wonder what the perps see in this. Then add in weather created problems for outdoor work, and we have yet more variations on their beloved theme, the disruption of planned or regular events.

Back to the graphics stripping games of html pages. This time all my Amazon tabs (both dot com and ca) have the graphics stripped out and the text is aligned on the L side. If it is just a tab, why isn't is displaying from a stored file (normally), instead of now being modified? I went through this stunt for at least 5 years on and off with my Yahoo pages, but that problem is now over. Somehow, the same "problem" is now erupting on my Amazon pages, and I am a regular user. Disruption games anyone?

But is this any different than the perps arranging Fuckwits to block my view when seated on the bus, pre-2012, when I was a regular public transit user? Or after yoga, arranging the yogis to stand in front of me while seated on the couch putting my shoes on? I don't think so, but it is still most curious as to why they need to block my visual field all the time.

An interesting association I discovered; p. 5577 of Mini-review;... Peripherial Dopamine... "social interactions activate dopaminergic regions, whereas social deprivation alters [reduces, I assume], dopamine signalling". Which ties back to a very common perp theme among TI's; imposition of limitation of social interaction. For me, a seeming pariah of TI's, some of whom find rather thin excuses not to talk to me, (like one TI, calling me a perp for crissakes), my family have been notably absent in all of this insane and abusive shit that rained down since 04-2002. When the Fourth Reich illegally jerks you into hospital for 5 months and take away one's very useful dopamine supportive medications and substitute it for dopamine blocking agents (agonists), one has to wonder what is the perp's preoccupation about dopamine. Some days I wonder if this whole insane nearly 15 year long abuse-athon isn't about nonconsensual human dopamine research. Though I would posit that the wider population is also being researched in a covert manner; every wonder why governments do absolutely squat about addiction problems when they could arrange a program of high dose IV vitamin C (here too) that would end the patient's desire in most cases?

We tied down vines from 1100-1700h today in the gusty conditions with spatters of rain too. The perps haven't let up on winter weather yet; I am grateful for my ski jacket still. And for some reason, no hat-attacks; in fact they made sure it was pulled down to my glasses and seen in my peripheral visual field. They even put on a helicopter hovering exercise across the lake from the vineyard; it seemed to be testing a monsoon bucket and took an hour to do so.

03-30-2017
More gusty weather with some rain spattering thrown in, plus a few tantalizing shots of sunshine. All this while tying down canes. One co-worker has been exchanging CD's with me, and I returned one to him at lunch at his vehicle and big burst of dope smoke came forth. That explains his need for solitary breaks. The perps then kept this up by planting dope smoke smell up my nose every 20 minutes or so all afternoon; a little shot to remind me of what an unpleasant stench it was.

I have had the annual ant invasion for a month now, and early one they arranged for one to crawl over my neck, onto my face and my glasses before I got the the thing and crushed it. But ever since then I have been getting the "creepy crawlies", the sensation of ants crawling on my skin, and especially while seated here at my desk. The ant outbreak is concentrated at the two places I spend the most time; the kitchen and my desk. Ergo, this is where I get the most attacks of the "creepy crawlies". As before, the perps can arrange sensations on any part of one at any time, and seem to get great mileage from emulating ants crawling on me when it has not occurred since the first live (real) one. I have crushed some 40 ants tonight since I came back, and these erupt at the times the perps so love to interrupt; making dinner, about to eat dinner, cut-paste activities, and when bookmarking. Yes, even the insects are remotely manipulated.

03-31-2017
And what is it about the row that I am working on that is so interesting to my co-workers that they need to drape their coat on the trellis wires? Why not their own row so they will be more certain to see it afterward? What is this, some kind of deference or dodge?

 A wine tasting for the viticulture crew today, on work time no less. And the owner was there, and a personable and interesting fellow he was. The guy has class, and a long term perspective. Much different than the last outfit.

After the initial frost this morning it warmed up, making my ski jacket redundant after 1000h. The sun did go behind high cloud for the rest of the day, but at least it was warm.

04-01-2017
 A busy day off; laundry at the laundromat, then the drop-in clinic to try move the dopamine deficiency problem along, then car insurance x2 (because I still haven't managed to sell the Camry), and then a haircut, and then an afternoon meeting with a vineyard owner about a part time gig.

And new plates on the Ford Escape as I am now the sole owner, my mother having signed all the papers in December when I visited. We were joint owners for the past three years, but she has given up driving, so with this ownership relinquishment, I am the sole owner. That means new plates, and they were duly installed and the old ones taken off. The perps have a fetish on vehicle licence plates, either from this province (BC) or elsewhere. I have no idea what they are on about, but for them, new plates is an exciting event.

Exciting enough that they had me get my haircut afterward, this time from a young and slim hair stylist in training, with a bronze tinge to her brown hair. She took a while, and had to be trained on cutting eyebrows, but she did a good job. Again, a staff crowd at the till when I finished up; the young overweight hair stylist from my last time (6 weeks ago), "happened" to be standing there and deigned to say hello. I think today's young stylist was behind me at the time of payment. She seemed spaced out in terms of personal engagement goes; it is rare that I initiate conversation, but I did. She was left handed, so I asked her a general question on what is it like to be left handed, and I got a short rambling reply. It could of been an entre to nattering about plenty of things, but she played the spaced out card. She wasn't terse or abrupt like I so often get, or otherwise scared shitless, just plain out of it. And why were so many overweight young women trotting back and forth while I was getting my hair cut?

The other hair theme was old ladies getting their crimped (fugly to me) grey hair attended to? This leveraged the hair theme from the prior doctor's visit. The female doctor had crimped curly greyish hair, more grey than before as I had not seen her for at least 18 months. Normally at this drop-in clinic they put on the younger male doctor on Saturday mornings, but today it was this female doctor who has been only borderline pleasant for some reason. But she concurred with my dopamine deficiency thesis that has taken 4 weeks to get together, and sent in for a referral, which is what I was asking for. (Lack of dopamine means lack of motivation too, though we also know who can also govern that by remotely applied means).

04-02-2017
Sunday, and six hours on this part time vine tying gig that started strangely yesterday. They asked me to come by with my resume to meet me, which I did, but also suggested "trying out". Fine. I chat with them, and they of course don't have time to phone my references, and then ask if I brought my tools with me, which I did. They then asked if I could start, and I did. And it seemed the "trying out" was bogus too, as I was tying down as I have been taught, and they had some convoluted way of doing it which threatens to girdle the canes. They liked my method of tying down, and I was kept on for 4 hours. It was even warm, and no ski jacket on Saturday. Sunday started warm but was cooled down by three cool clouds blowing in cool air, and good for two hail episodes, though nothing substantial.

I found the whole vineyard gig to be most odd; They have been growing vines for 10 years and it seems they really didn't have much of a clue.

And as it "happened", just as I was about to start this part time job, my employer from last year stopped by on the road and chatted briefly. Said employer's vineyard is only 100m away, so it is all too convenient to have a part time gig that close to my full time employer for the last two years.

And what is with the dudes who live at the perp station in the back lane? The dudes who run HD motorcycles at high-perp harassment moments, and have lane blocking parties on Monday (post yoga) nights. There they were again, blocking the public lane with their pickups, this time it was only two and they were in the middle of a welding job. I had pulled into the lane only to find it was blocked, and there they were, pretending not to notice this outrage. I backed out and drove around the block to then back down the lane to get to my usual parking location. Again, the dudes pretended not to notice the inconvenience they created. Add in the welder's generator noise, and lo, situation usual; victim arrives home and crank up the noise.

Enough of the grind for the week, and onto the next.

Ladder Larks

11-13-2016
Sunday, a day off, and in the new format of not putting down jottings during the week, here I go. That is, the perps have decided to manage me in exquisite detail, more than micro-manage even, and screw any routine of mine no matter how small. Especially those routines that work reasonably well.

An example would be keeping track of my revenues and expenses in Quicken, and looking at the monthly reports. Often which would prod me into action to spend less on such and such, and guide my financial behavior. And too, reconciling it and keeping track of my bank account. Now, all that has devolved since 10-2015, and I don't keep on this any more, which just pisses me off. I do look at my bank account monthly to pay bills, but it would seem that I am not allowed to keep on top of the details of where money comes and goes. Any sudden behavior changes are automatically ascribed to the perps who I have come to find can remotely influence all neural activity. As strange and invasive at it seems, it is a reality for me in these imposed circumstances. Not unlike other TI's, marginalized desperadoes of no choice.

And what is the ongoing and utterly ridiculous obsession of the perps over ladders of all description? This was immediately apparent in the year they went berserk/overt on me 04-2002, when they made their presence loud and clear in an opening apartment invasion of considerable unconventional methods. And I have been run and ruined since, not to mention constantly abused and harassed. Infuriating me is their first and best move it seems.

Back to ladders; since they went berserk/overt they have paraded ladders on pickup trucks and vans, aka, the Ladder Patrol, around me everywhere in traffic. Sometimes running three or four vehicles in succession, often with different ladder orientations; on pickup truck racks where the ladder is horizontal, propped up the the forward rack (and wedged where the tailgate meets the box bed), at a 30 degree angle or so to the road surface, and the inevitable stacks of ladders on trades vans. I have never seen so many ladders in motion all my life in those heavy vehicular gangstalking years, 2002 to mid-2006 until they financial screwed me out of me owning a vehicle. Mind you, the Ladder Patrol didn't give up, it is just that they needed less of them as I was walking mostly, save public transit trips. In the latter case, the on board freak show rotation caught my attention more than what was outside.

So it was last week when at work in the winery when I was up a particular kind of ladder that has steps with side rails, and is mobile with four wheels and a mechanism to lift two of the wheels at the entry to stabilize it so one can climb the steps. So here was I up 14' on the top step attending to barrel stirring, and this building maintenance schmo release the wheels and starts moving the ladder. Like WTF; I yelled down below to tell him that I was on it, and he resets the wheels down and doesn't bother with an apology, or even look up as to what damage he may have done. (Or anything that may be coming down on him; I had a small bucket of cleaning solution up there). So, I called down, why did you move the ladder? And he says, he wanted to access the air conditioner that was behind, it, and I said, "and without looking?". Still he doesn't make eye contact, or in any way appear to atone for this utterly irresponsible safety violation (IMHO).

After this, and still up the ladder, he still hangs around, even though he wasn't part of the regular winery crew. The boss man comes up the ladder, looking sideways curiously (who does that normally), and when at at the top he asks me if everything was OK. I say it is now, but not when the mofo below was moving the ladder. He appears to understand and I tell him that I am finishing up, and he goes back down. As do I in a few minutes. The ladder moving mofo is still hanging around and finally gets to his air conditioner, and still does nothing to atone for his outrageous safety violation. Like WTF; what was normal about any of anyone else's behavior in all of this?

I use a 7' step ladder each day at the winery, about 2x per day to attend to cleaning of the taller equipment that we use. There is no end of buzzing around me before, during and returning the ladder so say the least. Why, they even keep the door open for me when I pack it out. How civil.

Moving on from ladders, there the matter of hose fittings that is a huge deal for the perps. Not only do they often not fit when they should, but the perps constantly scramble me as to which way to turn them, being DIN threaded fittings. Of course I know which way to turn a nut or threaded object, close to 55 years now, and lo, if the assholes don't dither me when undertaking this basic winery function of joining hoses, some 2" ID. And of course I deal with water hoses too, 1" diameter or so. And too, there are some fittings that adapt between the two of them. In the aid of this situation, I ordered a part from the destemmer manufacturer to adapt a European tapered fitting to the North American NPT, as the winemaker wasn't too engaged in getting the part. And lo, two days ago, two independent delivery personnel arrive together through the door, and I was 30' away. One was was bearing a new 1" hose line (100' or so) that the winemaker ordered, and the other was the Fedex guy delivering the destemmer adapter part in a 8"x6" envelope. Once I later got the adapter fitting on the destemmer, it was that same water hose that I connected to it, as it has an internal sprinkler cleaning system. What an astonishing coincidence; both these new connectable items arriving in the hands of two independent individuals who arrived in the building at the same time. Hats off to ECCO, the Earth Coincidence Control Organization, though the obviousness was over the top IMHO.

A solid morning of imposed mental fuckery this morning (e.g fittings that don't fit) all over setting up a pump, sanitizing the hoses and doing barrel filling. And a few of these in front of the boss man, though he fucked me up in his ever hyper "helping", though he did apologize for it. OK; I get it, straight from the perps- full time commercial winery work is not in my vocational future. Back to the vineyard as soon as I can, but that won't be for a few months, and isn't an entirely fuck-up free activity as I have come to know all too well. All I have to do is gracefully exit from this winery job, and hopefully in a week or so when the harvest is done.

Enough for a post I figure, and to keep my Sunday posting routine. (And which was screwed up due to being out of town last week and then harvest party Sunday night).

Odd Morning

1610h
A 11 hour sleep this morning and I awakened to the phone ringing. My perp-abetting mother happened to be in the neighborhood getting her eyes tested and wondered if I wanted to go out for coffee. I then had to get dressed and wait some, not having eaten any breakfast or showered, shaved or cleaned my teeth, the usual morning time start. And I believe that I mentioned the perps' fascination with what I eat as well as how showering, shaving and dental hygeine are disrupted by various perp antics and stunts. So it would seem they got me; having me in public without having eaten or the rest of the morningtime preparation. It was to be a local Starbucks as it turned out, the chair and table being near the serving area, perfect for Fuckwits to dwell and put on the banter with the staff.

And it was a minor parade; the red shirts and coats, the tattoos, the near skinhead dudes and one motorized wheechair act all from the Unfavored demographic groups and the blonde babe in a brown corduroy jacket over a red checked shirt. Her 2' long soft sided instrument case was a mid-grey tone, and it does replicate the color of the plastic razor blade inserts  that I normally use, but not having the opportunity today. But maybe it may seem that I am getting too picky. She then later sat some 10' further away, presumably as a more distant reference for whatever gains there was to having her 4' away when lingering at the service delivery for whatever she ordered. Though I would have to say it was a low key gangstalking, and not one that a uninitiated person would notice, except when we departed. At least four gangstalkers came in succession then, one of them bearing the Starbuck's coffee cup, bringing it into a Starbuck's no less, then giving me some kind of flirty look. I don't think so; I would of been old enough to be her grandfather.

Judging by the skinhead games from last night's class, and today, it would seem that the sickos are working on my aversion to this form of "hurl-do" by having the male skinhead be seen to be growing back his hair, so there isn't the full shining bald pate, but one just as reflective but with flecks of regenerating hair among it breaking up the visual pattern. I suppose it is the incremental method of past traumatization presentation again; show subset portions or variations and attempt to build from there. That is, build some kind of non-traumatization response, and to eventually include the whole picture, and then insert that in place of the traumatization responses that I carry. I believe they have already done this in some instances, e.g. having me get slapped in the face. They set up some bozo landscaping laborers in 2007-08 to pull a tree portion down as I was walking past, and thereby set the scene for the branch to slap me in the face instead of a person. And when reaming out the asshole for being so fucking stupid, why, his back was turned and he was also wearing earmuffs. How convenient.

Other traumatization re-enactment games that have been reduced have been Scottish accented Fuckwits; I haven't heard one for nearly a year, discounting the TV of course. The zappings were also curtailed in 2008, though with a few this week for the first time since then. Regular readers will know that two of my first five years were spent in Montreal in the latter 1950's, and that recall deletions were applied, and that this was the very same time that the infamous Dr. Ewen Cameron was "treating"/abusing patients at McGill where my father was attending in his geology studies. And as it so "happens" Dr. Cameron was from Scotland and had a pronouced Scottish accent, and this may have been where my subconscious loathings of Scottish accents was emplaced. I had no idea that I even loathed them until all this started, and really didn't care either way, but since the harassment started they have a way of making one more reactive, or to react to things that were of no concern before.

So goes this mental intrusion, right to the very neural make-up of one's formative memories, even to levels (the subconsious) that one is entirely unaware of, conscious recall having been forgotten or fucked with to make sure certain memories did not get made. But it seems that subconscious memories not only get made but also get associated with traumatizations for all time, even though the rest of one's experiences with former traumatization images and constructs are neutral or even favorable.

And I noticed while at Starbucks that the sickos wanted me to to see their handiwork of arranging ragged edge lines and arcs. The square floor tiles had a chipped irregular edge to them, and for some strange reason the perps wanted me to look at them, at least 20x when I couldn't give a shit. Then another round on the plates on the table; instead of the plate edge being a smooth arc, it was a made of small 1" flat sections, something like a coin. It was difficult to pick up the arc pattern at first, as for some reason I got dittered when I first looked at it. I wouldn't of mentioned this trivia if not for the fact that the assholes routinely dither my peripherial vision to have arcs and lines represented as a set of pixels hashed along a straight line. Usually these incursions are so fleeting in the first place, usually when my head is moving, and all I do is move my head somewhere else to be freed from this visual fuckery. So it would seem that the sickos are working on my vision, as in fucking it, whenever I am to see lines and arcs. And it almost goes without saying that the ongoing maser fuckery I see all day long, again in fleeting vignettes mostly, also displays momentary black colored arcs and lines, often coming from nowhere, not even projected from an existing line or arc of a solid object.

1650h
The tapping noise has started up again from outside, mysteriously getting through my earmuffs. As before, there is no apparent source for someone to be tapping large wood beams, and having it go on for months at a time. This isn't the neighborhood for wood frame construction, nor is it one where a permenant cessation of construction progress is in place to serve as a plausible source. This same tapping noise started up while eating chocolate with my tea earlier, somehow "knowing" I wasn't wearing my earmuffs at that moment. Just the same beserk bullshit; if a specific noise is required to penetrate hearring protective earmuffs it will, and screw the excuses and conventionally rational explanations.

2005h
A whole buch of downloads to get Oracle Enterprise Linux loaded, which requires that they be loaded onto a CD/DVD. I have been screwed so many times by the CD/DVD writing process that I have rarely done it as it "blows up" either through cognitive or software sabotage. They just don't want me to do this which isn't the end of the world, save for backups. I go to my stack of discs and I find that they have no lable on the package, it has been removed by someone. Since I have never sused a CD?DVD from this stack/package, and don't have the accompanying label/product description, I have no idea as to what they are? It is fucking absurd that the assholes won't let me know what I have, never mind the litany of sabotage in the past that has rendered me aversive to even burning a disc.

2125h
A sudden trip to the LD store to get some discs that I can write to, not knowing what the above mentioned stack is. I got my negro gangstalking, the dude arriving just ahead of me from 90 degrees offset, but in a rare exception, I didn't see him anywhere else. The chocolate section was littered with the usual suspects, these gormless and shiftless males, one with an old style top hat for crissakes. I scooped the last of the Milka milk chocolate bars and pray that they don't have me eat double rations anymore.

Some progressive research was allowed today, that being educated on the Nervous System of Plants at the Borderlands site. Just to think, this was postulated some  years ago, and no one has moved on it. Sir Jagadis Chandra Bose was surely one of the giants of plant physiology and even with forestry training, I had never heard about him until today. Another one of those far thinking phyisists that never got the attention he deserved. As foresters in training we did study dendrology, and the accepted theory of translocation of sap in trees, but at no point in the course did we ever know there were alternate theories postulated by Sir Bose, and that his alternate theory is still viable because they don't know for sure how plants conduct sap some 100m in the case of the Sequoiadendron giganteum, the California Redwoods.

Getting back to plants and the perpa agenda around them having me doing gardening, especially pruning, sawing, fruit picking, digging and weeding. It would seem that this activity would decidedly disrupt the nervous system of the plant if one is to accept the premise of the plant having a nervous system. And too, the sickos like to set me up to talk about a specific plant, and follow it up by walking by it. If there is a nervous system to a plant, it could be conscious, and hence the perps interest in these games they put me through with respect to vegetative matter. So..., have we figured out the perp's supreme objective; the overt control of all conscious energy of all plant and animal beings and indeed of all life forms. Call me nuts on this one if you like, but I am sticking to my story as I seem to be the central whipping boy in their depraved antics. I will even up it, the overt control of all conscious energy of all plant and animal beings and indeed of all life forms in the universe. The World (Earth) Isn't Enough they might of said back in 2002. There, I got brave and said it, though I have suspected this for some years, and like to cautiously meter my unsubstantiated thoughts as to why they are so fucking relentless and also equally deranged. Like I said, the big objective must be so incredibly important that they would fuck with me for 7.5 years, still pissing around with crumbs, doghairs and lint.

I get these planted around me all the time, and even worse now, they are blatantly teleported onto my dinner plate in front of me and not from the food object that I am holding, even if of the same material (food usually).

2205h
A rousing scream at the assholes because when bookmarking,  they clobbered the name of an existing directory with one I was adding somewhere else and then added "New Folder" in two places. Then it looked like they clobbered my substantial Books directory, and just when I was going to recover from a backup, there it was again. Just another vignette from Fuckover World, where competance is NOT ALLOWED, and THINGS MUST GO WRONG MORE OFTEN THAN USUAL.

This one is done, and I have written all I can for such a dull day, though I suspect this is where they want to keep me for the next three months until I write my Oracle exams. I am still at the "what was I thinking" stage of embarking on DBA courses, though the answer to that is obvious to regular readers and TI's.

Inadvertent Regular Sunday

2105h
I was screwed every which way this morning; a forced "forget" to set the alarm made sure I missed the first Sunday bus to farm/berry picking country. Then the notion was planted that there will be another one in an hour, and an abbreviated breakfast and pack lunch preparation was in order. After the modified breakfast, why, I "happened" to look at the bus schedule and lo, the next bus was at 1330h, making going to the farm pointless from the work perspective. So..., unpack lunch, re-visit breakfast to have coffee, and then do some online time to pass the time before making phone arrangements to change the plan for today. Maximal disruption = perp fuckery. And too, I did phone the foreman about not making it there, excuses, for "some reason" I forgot etc.

A real day off in other words where there wasn't a sense of desparation as to getting the substantial errand list completed like four days ago. (And many of the errands were due to the assholes' sabotage efforts, e.g. trashed wallet replacement). So the re-arrangement was that my mother drove into downtown in the early afternoon and picked me up to then have me drive to visit my father in the old folk's home. We took him to my parent's place, and loafed in the backyard, though he got into his fucking gangstalking poses again. He might not remember his name, but he still knows how to gangstalk somehow.

I caught up on a few things online, planning the next PC upgrade seems to be a high perp priority, even if premature as there are new SATA III mainboards due in the next two months, and it makes sense to wait it out for the new standard. I see that the CPU prices have come down, as well as video cards and storage. It would seem that the perps want any PC upgrade, assuming I have the money for it, to be piecemeal, but in this case they will have to put up with a mainboard, memory, CPU and video card all at once for a new chipset and CPU generation release by Intel. The power supply (PSU) has already been upgraded as of a month ago, but at some point there will be a wholesale upgrade for the components mentioned above, keeping the same storage discs. And my mother can make use of all my old parts, presumably for yet more perp scrutiny on the same hardware (internally) in the family. As the color of everything matters to the perps, nowhere does it matter more than in the PC's wires insulation color and the electrical components, but also the color of copper wire. Hence the greater number of copper colored vehicles they like to chase/gangstalk me with of late.

I have been reading the book "Brain Respiration" that was loaned to me a few days ago by friendly berry pickers. And I discovered (per scripted arrangement) some information that might explain part of the perp's behaviors in seeming to simulate past traumatizations that reside in subconscious recall, and not normal recall as it seems that someone deleted much of my recall when aged two to five. The book indicates that past traumatizations and associations will restrict Chi energy flow. Bingo; the perps are working to have my Chi energy unblocked by the traumatizations they administered (aka tortured and abused) in order to aid their remote detection. In other words, I am getting neurally "repaired" of their inflicted fuckery of over 50 years ago. (I will be 55 next week). But first they must look for my reactions to these emulatory staged events, and then somehow beat it out of me to continue yet more deeper depth fuckery.

And on that note of emulatory traumatization prompts, they did put a man in all white clothing on the bus who made sure to get off at the same stop a me. They know I don't like all white clothed people as much as the dark tinted glass black vehicles that also parade around me in great numbers, but also likely used as a reference color, meaning no reflected colors. As it was a 1957h Sunday city bus, I did get less freaks on board, but at least five passengers going four or less stops for whatever reason, and one who went only one stop. A woman in a white top and black capris sat in front of me for some five minutes and then got off, looking suspiciously like one of the friendly berry pickers I have come to know this past week. As soon as she vacated her seat a black dressed dude in a white ball cap came on board and did his extra stupid head spining activity, pretending to look at things around him when it was all about twisting his spine. Later, and for the last 10 minutes of the bus ride, a woman in a white top and black pants came on board and sat directly aligned behind the dude, some 15' further away. Needless to say, the second woman looked much like the first with the same height, build, clothing colors, and had the same up-do hairstyle. But as she presented only her profile I couldn't be 100% sure it was the same person.

Another doppelganger event on the bus was an E. Indian dude sitting in the transverse seat behind the bus driver for the first 10 minutes of the ride, and where the above mentioned woman in white doppelganger sat. The E. Indian dude reprised his gangstalking in ambulatory form, "happening" to show up on my three block walk back from the bus stop. There must be a new term for double doppelgangers in one city bus trip, especially doing same seat switching.

This will be another short posting as I am heading to bed early to catch up on sleep and keep this two job scenario going. I am sure there is plenty of perp advantages to having this going on, and just to think, "only" one more month of it before the part time car dealership cleaning job is ended. Which is unfortuneate as I expected this to be the job that would keep me in chocolate, this imposed state that serves the perp's brown color games that are endless, and still ongoing.

Motivational Sapping

1535h
Another insidious trait of this imposed state is to get pumped up about getting on with something, even making a phone call, and then getting situational demotivation applied to one, often for months at a time. I had two things to do; get new water bottles for my pack, and take said pack to a shop to get some kind of customization to keep the water bottles in the two outside pockets. I know where to go for both, but got sandbagged this morning, and then later this afternoon.

It was after lunch they put me through some sleeping while seated in fron of this LCD display, also playing a similar stunt. They would plant the notion to go to another web page and then make me too sleepy to do so, waking me up to then move onto something else. This occured twice in succession, and it would seem to be about testing me over intention, and then sabotaging that very event.

I suppose the big perp excitement earlier was doing laundry, washing bed linens and two towels. Both are of intense interest, and all the better for them that they are in the same laundry load. And keeping me here with the bedsheets pulled off, and then again when back on, is great stuff for a Secret Sicko, the SS.

Anyhow, just another day in the Potemkin Bubble, less than a Village by far.

Taken 06-12-2009, 1745h 04sec. Three silver-grey vehicles are parked in file, one behind the tree and a red pickup truck at the end of the parked vehicles. A red vehicle waiting at the traffic control is just in front of the tree in the adjacent lane. And two more red vehicles, on the street on left, leading from foreground to background and three silver grey vehicles behind them if one zooms in (double click on the photo image). The first is a pickup truck in the sun, and the second is a sedan behind it in the shade. On the right side of the street on the left are are more of a mixture, red, silver grey, black, a mid-grey and a light metallic blue color. Out of 16 vehicles in this picture, 7 are silver grey, 5 are red, 3 are other greyscale colors (white, mid-grey and black), and one is a light metallic blue. And how can some schmuck on a disability income arrange this?












Taken 06-12-2009, 1745h 11sec. A camera zoom-in of the above, the last most parked vehicle, the pickup is doing foliage packing duty, bring fresh cut foliage, grass in this case, for it to be proximate to me.












Taken 06-12-2009, 1745h 16sec. SAme deal as immediately above, but an additional same, or similar, red vehicle, now at three reds and three silver-greys. The driver's windows seem to be extra and oddly reflective for being in the shade IMHO.












Taken 06-12-2009, 1745h 24sec. The light has changed and the second red vehicle above has progressed to the left, partially in the frame.












Taken 06-12-2009, 1745h 33sec. A little later, a silver-grey pickup with a same colored canopy passes through the intersection, seen left most. A "ladder-mobile" vehicle is in the lower left, a common gangstalk configuration.












Taken 06-12-2009, 1745h 37sec. And we cannot leave cyclists out so we put a redcoat one into the gangstalker show, in front of the lead parked silver-grey vehicle.












Taken 06-12-2009, 1745h 41sec. And lo, another silver grey vehicle, this one passing behind the tree, and the tail end of an additonal mobile red vehicle on the right. The last of this series, and sometimes the show gets so stupid I just pack it up and go back into my apartment.












I have other pictures I will show over the next few days, reserving picture content of these blog postings in other words. Some near-shut-in days are so dull there aren't any diversions such as the above arranged gangstalk road traffic.

1945h
What the fuck is going on? I just had a blog entry deleted, and I was complaining that the perps deleted most of my pictures from last year. All 2008 harassment related photos were deleted when they were backed up. They deleted the source, and then the backup file. None of them are in the Windows Recycle which means somebody had priveleges on this compute to bypass it. I don't know how to, even if I did inadvertently delete them, which I didn't. And especially not twice, as they had been copied then.

The typo sabotage is getting brutal, and I just finished another round of screaming at the assholes. That was on top of screaming at them earlier for the above mentioned picture deletions, and after that, fucking with my finger control to graps items. And another round of typo sabotage to then beget more screaming at the fucking assholes. Enogh beserk shit tonight.

2045h
More screaming at the assholes for sabotage on composing a document. One is never allowed to finish anything as long as there is more time to fuck with it. Perp Rule #1. And as it so happens, the person I was to see tomorrow about training grant grovelling has postponed the meeting for two weeks. He still wants it on a Thursday, post yoga though. Maybe there are some important Fuckover developments, though as always, I would be the last to know.

At the part time cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, it was the skinheaded male Sales staff member's job to keep hounding me, a la gangstalking, "happening" to be in place around corners, retracing my steps, passing the stairs at I am coming down them, etc. This guy had been absent for at least three weeks, so I imagine today was a big "intro" day, or re-introduction to his form. If I don't like fucking skinheaded males (which is the way the perps keep me, as it wasn't the case before), as in bare headed shiny pates, then why am I hounded over this, now over seven years long? Not my problem.

2150h
Two rounds of screaming sirens while I listen/watch to the first video in at least four months. No actual associated noise of vehicles, just the sirens. Now a third round of sirens to "accompany" headphone (containing magnets, note) over my ears.

2220h
Listening to Dr. Joseph Farrell on video, 1h 47min., a researcher of Nazi physics and practices. He mentions their ideological culture of promoting new avenues of physics research. He mentions a Nazi researcher who declares counter rotational spin as being the source of all earth energy. Have I not mentioned contraconcentric turning vehicles as a standard perp practice in my proximity? And four black flecks of lint of no ostensible source arrived around my crotch. Foreign objects from foreign operatives.

Enough abuse tonight.