Reroute the City Bus

1435h
Another over-the-top stunt; they pulled an (faux) emergency on S. bound Shelbourne which caused the bus I was on to be re-routed along the way I had driven earlier, post blood draw. (Shelbourne to Richmond to Bay streets for the locals). Three fire trucks, at least two police motorcycles with their flashing red and white lights, and no access permitted to downtown inbound traffic. No burning building or anything like it, just a "light show" as I call these events, though in fact they are very specific as to the emergency vehicle colors and their placement, yellow and white for the City of Victoria fire department. I had driven the Richmond Rd. section before lunch to see the doctor again. Good thing I asked for an appointment last week, otherwise I wouldn't of learned that my white blood cell count was above normal and my hemoglobin was below normal. This is the phone-only-if-dire type of doctor as it turns out. So more blood draws, but without the gong-show overcrowding of the same offices of last week. Instead, I got the "mean reds"; a Caucasian medical attendant with a full flush of fugly red (sunburned) skin on her face, front and neck and arms, and wearing some red and yellowish top with black lines on it. I couldn't wait to get out of there, for all the red goings on. Last week, post blood draw, they put brown plasma dots all around me when crossing the first asphalt surface which was somewhat alarming, or made to be so. Today, it was flushes of red vehicles, four in file and all of the same red even. So perhaps, especially given the perps' abidding interest in blood, mine and anyone else's, the reason for the city bus rerouting was to have me travel a portion of the journey on the same route on a bus that I had used for the doctor visit and blood draw (by private vehicle).

It isn't often the perps set up a real blood draw as they plaster me with their own drawings from me at the lesion sites (not nicks) after shaving. Invariably the assholes place deep red blood lesions next to bright red blood lesions and it is a whole big joke, as well as an unsightly mess until they allow the steptic pencil to be applied and for it to work. They can defeat the action of a steptic pencil if they want, and have me applying pressure to their wound for some 20 minutes to staunch the blood flow as an alternative. They have done this at least twice with their spontaneous on-nose (not from the nostrils) blood letting they pull in the evening; one of those self-erupting lesions that places the blood exactly in my lower peripherial vision, twice now.

1505h
A stayover at the First Feral Family last night; I get my red meat for the week and also magnetic beam exposure from the cathode ray tube television. The obit piece on Walter Cronkite in place of the usual 60 Minutes was good. And I see that my recall is getting fucked with more, making me very forgetful of the TV actors, journalists and other's names I know. The Cognitive Fog is rolling in on me and there is nothing I can do about it.

2020h
A screw-over in that the PC had to be restarted to rid my browser of a persistent frame of orthogonal lines that came up in every fucking tab. Absurd, and all to get me rage-ified as part of the stunt. There have been more of these kind of "total PC intrusion" jerkarounds of late, forcing me out of the browser as closing the tab on me wasn't good enough.

2110h
An earlier visit to the part time car dealership cleaning job brought on a severe case of the Pseudosweats. This is the imposed condition of excessive sweating from the victim's arms, forehead and face, usually far in excess for the temperature conditions. In the past week they have had me re-towelling my forehead at least five times before exiting the bathroom (morning routine of shower, shave and dental hygeine), long before the daytime heat has built up, say 0700h. But tonight, they kept hammering my left face with ticklish Pseudosweat to force me to dry that side directly on my T-shirt, without benefit of hands that were gloved in green nitrile gloves. I suppose part of the deal is that they get to have beads of sweat flying off me and contact things (walls, doors, carpets) that I don't ordinarily contact.

At the car dealership job tonight everything was going fine except for the vacuum cleaner that regurgitated its contents on the floor just as I was cleaning it. It was then that the Blonde Salesman came swooping in "needing" to get something nearby, way too close for normal interpersonal distance. Then I stormed off with the vacuum cleaner to retire it and get the broom and dustpan, and lo, if the same fucker didn't track me there for some reason, on my ass again, only 12" away. I took an alternate route to the front doorway with the broom and dustpan and the fucker was on me again, coming toward me. Three too-close gangstalkings inside of 1.5 minutes, tracking me some 60' away even, while dealing with the sabotaged vacuum cleaner. Later the boss man tried to fix it, but deferred until he gets his screwdrivers to remove the filters. We already had one round with one filter that I cleaned, that he claimed I shouldn't of wetted, some two weeks ago, so here we go again. It is the only vacuum cleaner I have ever known to mascerate leaves; suck them up and then spit them out in smaller pieces. But as I suppose the clock is winding down on the cleaning job, only nine more evenings, the perps are laying on the silly shit as they won't have this opportunity again. Or, at least, until we get asked back, as there have been a number of hints that the new cleaner is destined to screw it up. I have no idea who the replacement cleaner is to be, nor the personnel goings on at this car dealership as the story doesn't match the reality. Only last week they put on an extra large tubby salesman for two evenings, as I had never seen the guy before. And sales are said to be falling too low for the owner's comfort level. All I know was that the New Tubby Salesman was posing identically to the regular tubby salesman in the doorway chair, and was wearing similar clothing colors; black pants with a muted red shirt. The regular tubby salesman was wearing a pink shirt, and regular readers will know how much I loathe the sight of pink clothes on males; almost as much as pony tails or long hair (on males). All part of the Unfavored posing and posturing that I am arranged to see.

Another absurd stunt tonight at the car dealership was having an army (in camo fatigues no less), navy and presumably an airforce representative seated side by side in one office, as if they were negotiating a car purchase. This is a car dealership on the West coast of Canada for crissakes. How on earth would three military personnel from each major branch end up together in one office for a car purchase? This city is not where armed forces arrange fleet-wide acquisitions, nor when crammed into one small office. Another WTF moment, and there have been plenty. Perhaps it was an arranged "auric goodness" moment; the good aura of the only personable (male) employee (save the brief interactions with the mechanics) to be seen with one member of each branch of the armed forced, (possible traumatization associations from the memory wiped years, 1956 to 1959). This is similar to what they do with blondes as mentioned in past postings; put the blonde babe with the male Fuckwit (wheelchair, obeser, negro, fill-in-the-blank-from-the-Unfavored-demographic-group), and attempt to determine some comparison or "auric goodness" blend between the very Favored blonde and the other Unfavored prop/stunt Fuckwit. Come to think of it, they did put a dishy blonde visitor with the above mentioned personable male employee, only after the fact.

The city bus freakshow was on the dull side today, and had close to a normal expectable passenger load of 15 or so heading from the suburbs to downtown. The slimey, shiftless shades wearing males packing plastic bags was about the only major Unfavored demographic. The big deal seemed to have their Fuckwits be seen by me through the 1/2" plexiglass of the panels on either side of the back door exit; two panels, one larger than the other so there was a single panel viewability, and two panel viewability (of the Fuckwit procession as they rotated through this one seat, 6' away). Exciting moments for a sicko, viewing a Fuckwit through one or two plexiglas panels. As I have mentioned in past blog postings, it seems to be vitally important to the perps as to what I view their props and Fuckwit gangstalkers through; directly, regular glass, safety glass, dual pane windows, plexiglass, polyethylene sheet, etc. I also noted that the perps are heavy on the "gut strutting" males today, even arranging them so there was an intervening pole to visually separate the gut from the rest of the fucker, along with some visual continuity mindfuck games.

The vehicular gangstalking color parade is going heavy on the red colors of late, and today was no exception, especially after the blood draw. The perps are "daring" to put four same colored red vehicles together, or have three pass by a parked one of the same color. I have seen up to seven arranged red vehicles at one glance, though usually they are stopped at traffic lights or parked. But it would seem that they are decidedly adding more mobile red vehicles in one flush than they ever did before. More excitement for the sickos.

Other variations on the imposed dulldom have related to diet; they let me take some red meat home from my parent's place to eat, something that never happened before, even over six years of visitations. I don't know what exactly is the perp's obsession over red meat, something they stopped me eating regularly since the late 1970's. The weekly red meat eatings at my parent's place were always a one time per week deal, no doggie bags. Or, unless it was turkey from Christmas or Thanksgiving, then they would let me have copious doggie bag portions that lasted weeks sometimes. So it would seem that the perps are incrementally building up more complexity in permitted cuisine as well as on the vehicular gangstalking show. Also on this topic, they are adding more mid and deep brown color clothing on the shiftless gangstalking dudes, so who knows; in two years they might let me eat my own cooked food. (Instead of store-cooked chicken purchases).

Another perp jerkaround was to give me a $30 parking ticket for parking in a residental only street, this while at the doctor's office. I lived on such a street some time ago, and there was no enforcement of the resident only parking signs, and no assigned tags to identify the residents. So... I thought, this is easy, just like old times. But lo, if the assholes didn't somehow "find" my vehicle on a residential street (with plenty of more availible parking), and then nail me with a ticket. Not only that, they had an Asian dude standing at the opposite side of the street doing nothing much but looking stupid while I stopped the vehicle, got out and got the ticket. It seems the assholes even arrange to place the ticket where I first don't notice it, on the passenger side, another first for parking tickets. So yes, getting parking tickets is a perp specialty they don't get to pull on me much as I don't have a vehicle, and was borrowing my mother's Ford Escape. What the fuckers get from this, apart from their usual interest in all things financial, is beyond me. I have been with friends who got nailed for speeding or running a red light, but they have never nailed me for a moving vehicle violation. All too curious.

And more unabashed plasma "tagging", aka, "retina burns" that follow me in what I am looking at, and invariably changing color from white, to deep blue and then red, and often cycle between the colors after I have turned a corner. They even nailed me on the bus when it went through this large radius turn, the same location they place all manner of parked vehicles, even four red ones in file. There were never many parked vehicles at this turn, but in the last few years they decided they needed more color action there and arranged some 120' of road to be littered with parked vehicles, color arranged of course. So today, especially on the heels of the bus re-routing, they put on the plasma in my vision, aka "retina burn", and had this sqiggly line sit in my vision for the two minutes or so, before, during and after passing through this large radius turn where they exhibit no end of interest. This is also the location where they put on a supposed police vehicle with its lights and sirens going. The "retina burn" jerkaround, a vision fixed plasma beam, has been played at least twice today, and seems to be increasing as a method for the perps to obtain consistent color/shape information from me while mobile. More dumbshit inanity to come no doubt.

Thats a wrap for tonight, the forced typos are getting out of control and totally stupid.

Uptown Coughing and Hacking

1015h
This apartment block is decidedly more uptown than the putative rooming house that I lived in for the past seven months until May 01, 2007. But, the same noises are resurfacing, and the latest is the "vagrant's coughing jag", an extended coughing fit from poor health "erupted" in the hallway that belies the kind of tenant that would live here. The only reason I can afford to live here is that I get a subsidy on the rent, though in fact, that doesn't stop the vagrant class from getting one too.

This noise, like nearly all of them, are either continuations of the noise of the last residence location, or ones before that when I lived in a concrete building, like this is. I was introduced early in the overt harassment campaign with feigned coughing that erupted anytime I was proximate to the planted fuckers at the hospital where I was illegally incarcerated for five months.

My theory on the constant coughing and hacking that erupts anywhere in my proximity, from yoga to malls to the grocery store, is that the brain must process this sound in an region of extreme interest to the perps, as they conduct their realtime mind-control energetics study on me, as well as applying the results to me, their backtest subject of first resort.

Today is a nation-wide holiday, always a long weekend for Victoria Day. And in this City of Victoria they put on a substantial parade through the downtown area, with many of the marching bands from Washington State, who are readying themselves for their long weekend, next week. Which means that most of the downtown streets are blocked off, and that the traffic around this apartment, only two blocks away, should be light. But, going by the noisescape, one would think that I live next to a freeway for all the high speed like swishing sound of road traffic.

As usual, I got the overhead pounding and rumbling noise within a minute of getting to bed last night; this has been consistent since the first week I moved in. Again, it is physically impossible for someone to pound and vibrate the 4" of concrete that separates one floor from another, and yet it goes on all the time, sometimes in rapid back and forth sequences.

1300h
After three weeks living in this apartment, I am now allowed to bend down the way I would normally, which is at my knees, as I am flexible enough to do that, nor overweight. Imagine that, not being allowed access to one's normal modes of action, but instead, get fucked into the old folks method of bending over, from the waist. Which is exactly what the gangstalkers and operatives do all the time in public, their "bend-overs", pretending to be extremely interested in something on the aisle displays. For three weeks, I have been aware that this is not the way I bend over, or reach something lowdown in the fridge, and yet I was fucked out of even knowing what my normal habit is. Fucking sick to say the least.

Now that the parade is over, it is back to full street noise, per amplified and projected noise games. A total barrage of motorcycle noises and loud mufflered vehicles accompanied the last PC shutdown, movement to the kitchen, making lunch, eating lunch and then doing the dishes. That is about 10 minutes straight, something they don't ordinarily do for lack of cover story, but today, it doesn't matter for some reason. Which suggests that they wanted to cover my neural energetics from this activity to lunch, using the same noise type, in the expectation that they could track the same thoughts and actions they don't yet control between the two activities. That is my take on it, and to date, I haven't found any new information, and no one has offered any.

1410h
This is a bell ringing moment; the one block away Cathedral bells are ringing on a Monday afternoon no less. Past readers will know that there is a considerable interest in the perps creating noise and vibration, hence the ubiquitous clanging and banging of objects, and judging from the last residence location, church bells are an ideal item to have vibrating, as even this will perturb the etheric votices, which in turn, offer more likelihood of quantifying those around me, especially as they relate to mind-control.

At lunch, my visual field was constantly filled with maser and plasma activity; it is a virtual constant not only where I live, but any place I frequent. Very often, the maser zingers will jump into my view while I am turning a corner to change the direction of my walking, usually at a right angle.

1630h
I went for a short shopping trip on this long weekend day, and I got skunked by the crowds the perps put on. I haven't had one of these in three years, but today, there were long lineups at every availible checkout. So I put down the black plastic shopping basket and bailed out, though not before two of the same orange wearing males were my ersatz sentries that I was compelled to walk between. And the usual head swivelling routine, stopping in the middle of the intersection of two aisles and pretending to be unaware of it. Even for that five minute exercise, which includes transit time to and from my apartment, the perps put on plenty of the selected gangstalker demographics. And they even put on someone doing the left-hand drive walking routine, walking exactly in my intended path toward me, which happens nearly every time I am outside.

And that five minute episode was likely the big event of the day, as they had me cooped up, and noisestalked for all the preceding hours since I got up.

The maser action is constant, even as I look at anything, and it is not only in my peripherial vision like they usually do. The walls have these filamentous wispy trails gliding along the surface, and any imperfection in the surface is a new place for these to emanate from. And there has been additional dents and bumps in my walls since I arrived, and the odd greyish graphite smudge like additions.

1745h
This must be the pre-dinner time excitement moment for perp research; I have a very active noisescape with sirens, 2 cycle motorcycle noise, overhead pounding and vibration, birds chirping (though none to be seen) and overhead tapping. And the masers are coming straight off this LCD panel as I type this, adding to the perturbance.

I am getting jabs in my right eye today, after getting the same in my leg, near my knee. I reckon this is more neural energetics response testing in conjunction with my thoughts, observations or actions. The eye jab erupted the very same instance I was reading the email of TI involved with activism, so the perps might be looking for some kind of correlative energy if they are monitoring the TI at the same level as ragging me every second.

1900h
I just got nailed with a faux reflection off the tower some 120' away, and this now serves as the "reason" a retina burn (actually a plasma incursion), is staying in my vision. Never mind the absurdity of the how the offending window could reflect down when the window is tilted upward. Wherever I type I get this grey image, and if I look off-screen, I get a bright green image in its place. It is like no reItina burn that I have ever had, and it is very likely that all have been plasma incursions. This time, they have substantially less regard for faking reality, and are less hidebound by conventional reality as they make their own.

2215h
More of the knee torquing torture tonight, but this time it is mated with simultaneous vision impairments, punching rumbling noise through my earmuffs, display of web pages etc. The whole combination of incursions and disruptions, touching as many senses as they can at onces. These fuckers are on one serious ego trip over their outlandish objectives, and they have enough sickos lined up to rotate them through and move them on to other Targeted Individuals, as my life has been rendered as dull as it can get.

Enough for a post, the vision fuckery is getting bad in both eyes, and call this almost shut-in day over.