Full Day Class

1715h
One of the Saturdays there is an all day Oracle DBA class. I expected more gangstalking action when on the way to the bus stop this morning because I started a new bag of coffee, mainly a silver colored package with some lime green livery on the bag. All this is vital stuff for the sickos, and too, where the coffee is from. This is Guatamalean coffee and I am sure that was interesting for them too, and might have been the reason for the Hispanic class member to accompany for part of the bus ride to class. There were hordes out on the street a 0825h on a Saturday morning, almost like Christmas time. Not many stores open at that then but I had two of them crawling up my asshole when I stopped at Starbucks to get a newspaper. Once out, I had a blonde woman on my tail for the entire block to the bus stop; as I redoubled my pace to get further ahead, she did too. I don't get many of these assholes who stalk me at my ferocious walking speed, but she is the third in 7.5 years of being stalked.

And if you see the street sweeper before you see any gangstalker when exiting the apartment building you know it is going to be a busy gangstalking morning. True to form, the shopping cart acts were out, at least three of them and also their big plastic garbage bags full of pop cans. And lo, if they didn't clean the floors outside the classroom in advance of me walking to the washroom, the street sweeper like effect. There were the usual coordinated coughings and throat clearings in class, the extra chairs posted around me, the "lean backs", where someone in front of me leans back toward me with their hands splayed on their heads, pretending to be totally oblivious as to how close they are getting.

And the two Asian women in the classroom separately leave early to then have me alone with the dudes (six of them, plus instructor) for whatever reason, toward the end of the class. And lo, if there wasn't a dude flush of four around me on the bus afterward. Other likely games were having road works on the route there and back, having all the traffic share one lane. They also put their work hut on the back of a flatbed truck while the bus was waiting for the traffic to be cleared. An ersatz elevator of a kind perhaps, one of the elevational games the perps like to play given their obsessive need to change respective elevation of their gangstalkers vis a vis me. Which is why they like to have the Fuckwits going up and down stairs in my proximity.

1905h
Almost back to the same old food; tortillas, tapenade, chopped chicken meat and melted cheese on top, my diet for the past six years save some substitutions for the tapenade (guacamole, pesto). I had been eating these Thai tortillas for lack of knowing what they are called, and they were a little different in that they were doughy, but eventually cooked up to be crispy and pleasant. Then they constrained the usual tapenade and substituted some ugly tapenade with red peppers in it, and do I ever loathe red flecked food as I have learned by way of the assholes gaming me. A little turkey meat is still left from Christmas, having been frozen for four weeks and so it will be back to the Chicken Run days again, perish the thought of the gangstalking intensity when resuming long established/imposed habits.


One would think I would be allowed to make this dish unfettered by insane fuckery, having made it so long, but it wasn't that way at all. They imposed a "forget" on turning off the broil element when I pulled the frypan from the oven, and didn't let me in on it until I was back in the kitchen starting the dishes. (No smell or clicks or pops that there would be ordinarily). Since they pulled the identical stunt yesterday, replete with having me turn on the kitchen fan on to dissapate the smell of the oven element, I was screaming infuriated. I don't ever forget to turn off oven burners immediately after use, and the assholes imposed this "forget" two days in succession. I will be looking for heads to crack on this one if a modicum of justice is permitted after this insane abusive Fuckover of the Fourth Reich.


2130h
Evening time tea and chocolate are consumed; at least one siren show there, along with some thumpy overhead noises. The assholes are at it again, denaturing the chocolate flavor, making it less pleasing and more tasteless. They did this with the Villars brand as well until they had it pulled from the store altogether. I have no idea as to the precise whys and wherefores of them prescribing specific makes and brands of chocolate as they are all about the same color of brown. I suspect it has to do with the packaging; Villars was in foil inside a cardboard sleeve, and the present Milkas are in a plastic lilac colored wrapping. Maybe it is on the same trend line, and maybe the assholes will end their chocolate games, even to the point of not wanting to smell it, which is what they did for a week in late 2002.

And they are big on planting smell up my nose today; the horrid hospital smell that occurs (or is arranged) when I visit my father in the care hospital was replayed on and off for the entire day while in class. Oftentimes the smell was coincident with extra throat clearing, pen clicking, knuckle cracking and the like. And I took 90 hours of classroom time in the same building in the Fall of 2009, and there was no such smells to the cleaning there, even with the cleaners close at hand sometimes.

And I got a phone call at the "feel good moment" when reading a sports story that the Montreal Canadiens defeated the Pittsburg Penguins 5 to 4. Just as I finished reading the article he calls to ask some rather pedantic questions as to how to deal with his bush that will press against the neighbor's fend to be. As mentioned many times, I have come to strongly suspect that telephone calls, an electromagnetic disturbance at one's ear and mouth along with vocalizations, seems to be a common perp arrangement at key moments for them. Another facet is that they have a strong noisestalk and other planted phenomenon at the moment of finishing something. This was especially noted when doing farm work as often someone would help me finish a line of weeding, or after a break, have someone else finish up my work and send me elsewhere. This is one of the more benign research/harassment objectives of theirs, but one can be sure I am never allowed to finish anything unless there has been multiple attempts, such as cleaning up this blog posting after it was posted often three or more rounds of "completion". And it has always been this way for writing letters and emails; having me send an email prematurely is just so fucking funny for them.

2310h
More web surfing, and putzing; I could be getting on with a Windows 7 upgrade, a Linux install (four boot managers didn't work), and possibly installing a virtual environment to run Linux for Oracle database study. But..., back to being kept in a quandry, and the perps know I have no patience for being kept in this stasis state, and would surely of been motivated to get on with this long before now. The hardware solution has been ordered, but it may take some two or more weeks, so why cannot I get onto what I want by way of my own predilection for prudent action? Because the mind-keepers have a long history of promoting dithering, my father being the worst. And if it one thing I cannot stand is dithering, and here I am a captive of an abusive criminal agency that gets some kind of desired negative energy from thwarting individual intent. Lucky me. Enough of my travails, and hoping that other TI's have more freedom than I do.

An Abnormal Day Like Any Other

1335h
It is a normal day for harassment activity, but abnormal for anyone to be constantly fucked with, even to the point of creating typos as this gets typed. Every so often I need to calibrate to what normal really is, instead of this color coordinated Potemkin Village of excessive ambulatory gangstalkers, clustered vehicles of the same color (red, white, silver grey) and amplified noise all the time. That is just the starter set, as when it comes to a prosaic event like picking up an item, it "comes with" excessive noise and clanging that is not due if conventional physics were the only governing reality.

In making lunch, the perps added some extra chicken meat (I think) to the cutting board to what I was about to cut up, and it was decidedly darker than any I have ever seen. And "somehow", I lost my curiousity to investigate it more (arriving unseen with the chicken meat that had I cut from the bird), and I also lost my sense of judgement in proceeding to use their supplied meat, as I should of chucked it out. Which are two more examples of my life not being my own, as I would never of knowingly included perp supplied meat in making the regular chicken quesadilla dish.

While making lunch I also got olive oil mysteriously splattered on the stove top, a strange accelerated cooking of the edge of the tortillas in the frypan, an inundation of brown crumbs, laterally flying tapenade as I flicked downward on the fork to remove the remnants, and the umpteenth mind-fuck in "forgetting" to turn off the broil element immediately after using it (for cheese melting). And that does not cover the forced farts, the noisestalking at key moments (for the perps), the internal head noises of no known source (pops, loud swallowing and other), extra noise of placing or picking anything up and a few more intrusions that don't come to mind. And that is considered to be a low level intrusion, "normal" in this warped enviroment I have been cast into and contained in. Worse can be expected anytime, especially on weekends like today.

2145h
I ventured out for shopping and getting a newspaper more to stave off cabin fever more than anything. And even a 2 minute walk to the grocery store is eventful. I had my elevator rushing dudes lined up, the assholes attempting to get in while I am getting out, and the first one hid the second one wearing a dumbshit crimson ballcap.

I had my swarm of at least 10 gangstalkers arranged for me at the controlled traffic crossing one of whom was an Asian with an open tray of paint, as if he had been using a roller to apply paint nearby. This is the second such gangstalking feint in two weeks; it was the building manager's "job" to paint an outside wall last week, One of the silver-grey colored vehicles in the intersection pulled ahead of me and parked on the street. The woman driver made an extra and unneeded loop to walk toward me, then cut through the parking lot she somehow knew was full, and then paralleled me into the grocery store. I had my all male guard of three gangstalkers in position when getting a shopping basket, and started my shopping beat.

And one of the first gangstalkers in the grocery store was this same woman driver/gangstalker who was on me when outside, and then she parallels me again when I was at the freezer cases. Then I went onto the tortillas where three gangstalkers were closely loitering, onto the cheese where at least another five gangstalkers were posted, and then deal with two aisle blocking gangstalkers in succession with the ever ubiquitous "excuse me", as if they didn't know they were being so idiotic.

Then out of there to the checkout where they put on a fucker ahead of me with a horrid orange colored anorak, with some orange cheezies on the checkout conveyor belt. Then the lug behind me at the checkout starts handling my items on the conveyor belt until I asked him to stop, and he "somehow" knew when to quit, because he did without looking at me. His contribution to the color scheme was to place his red tomatoes (not bagged) on his tub of yogurt.

Then when my groceries were being rung up, another gangstalker woman in a light blue fleece jacket was pacing back and forth on account of having some recycle items for the cashier. Anytime I pay (by debit card) I can now be assured of some kind of banter going on around me, as this is the method the perps use to stimulate neural processing of emotional content so it can be accessed for energetics activity in real time. Then when walking back my lead-ahead waddling male gangstalker decided "somehow" that he didn't like me evading his visual blocking of the pink fleeced gangstalker ahead and wandered laterally to block my view, and then wandered back again to block my evasion of his gambit. This same waddling male act preceded me once last week on this same stretch of the street.

Anyhow, when back at the apartment building lobby, a ponytailed male in a brown leather jacket erupts from the elevator and we cross paths, this being a demographic that is deemed unfavored. Then "I" decide to get my mail and the crimson ballcapped fucker (above) reprised in exiting the other elevator, and was effectively reversing the gangstalking routine as to when I was outbound.

I can be assured as the distance between the grocery store is so short, that there will likely always be this intensified gangstalking.

Then when I got back and had tea and chocolate; I now find that the perps have governed the flavor down some more. That is, they dynamically delimit my taste responses to chocolate, just to rob me of much of the pleasure of its taste. And yet, they still mind-fuck me into buying good chocolate when I don't want it, and cannot afford it. This planted chocolate "addiction" is plain fucking nuts, and all the more so when they have mind-controlled me in the past to not even liking its smell. The real story on chocolate is that they want me to eat more brown colored food as part of their investigation as to why and how I am so adverse to this color. It is not my problem, so why am I being constantly hounded over it?

This morning at breakfast, as another stunt related to their brown color games, the perps caused my fingers to be mucked up with extra peanut butter after the fact, to allow them to remotely assay this color of brown while I was eating chocolate, obviously a different color of brown. This was my first 100g bar of the day, and the second one is consumed in the afternoon with tea. I never had this much of a chocolate "need" until all this harassment started up, and this is how it has stayed for over four years. It is fucking nuts that someone is driven to buy and eat foods they don't want for a party that won't show its face and explain what in the fuck is going on.

I am getting regular vision impairment as I type this, and it is time for me to blog off for the day.