Fire Season

07-18-2018
Some very hot and sunny days this past week, and if one has followed this blog over the years, they have come to know that this invites wildfires. And with an unforecasted lightning storm (ahem) late yesterday, why, we have 400 strikes and now 22 wildfires burning in the Okanagan Valley.

And a flurry of aircraft overhead in the vineyard today, nearly non-stop. Many were wildfire related, but others weren't. And lo, only a half kilometer away, someone started some kind of fire at a farm that poured out thick black smoke, as if burning tires.

The perps like a good fire, and explosions even better, though the latter are usually reserved for war time thankfully. I don't know quite why they have such an interest in pyrotechnics, apart from a catchphrase I picked up, fire being a "space time ripper", whatever that means.

And for the last two days the perps have had me in a high vexation state at work, attempting to get these wretched Tapener tie down tools to work. I hated them from years ago, most vineyard people hate them, but for "some reason" the boss man was enamored with the thing, and purchased one for me to tie up the now growing floppy vines we planted last year. The tool must feed tape, staple and cut and operate in an alternating mode, something too difficult it seems, even if they have made these since 1971 it says on the box. Finally I gave up on this POS tool, and hand tied the tape instead. No efficiency there of course, but hey, at least we got the TI victim infuriated while significant air traffic and road traffic kept up the noise.

07-19-2018
More vine training, tying them up, and again, overhead fire fighting traffic again, given that seven wildfires are still burning in the area.

And more invoked berserk levels of enragement again; finger fumbling, -a severe onset immediately after my first break (having eaten something) and then again after lunch. Nothing new, except the severity and duration, at least 90 minutes each time, and intense swearing at the assholes for pulling the supplies out of my hand just as I was to tie the knot for the tape.

07-20-2018
A blood test this morning, the technician invoking the term, "...abuse you...", in jest as to taking a blood test. How bizarre, and I don't find such a term ever to be humorous, and especially since all this extra-conventional abuse began 04-2002.

Continuing aerial traffic in the vineyard, helicopters and aerial tanker aircraft overhead.

07-21-2018
Saturday, and I worked at a new vineyard part time, leaf plucking. The owner is interesting, and we ended up in a 1.5 hour conversation about healthcare, each airing our issues and perceptions. He was in an automobile accident a few years ago, and is still going through the recovery process. Even with a straight ahead injury complex such as his, his doctor was doing shit until his wife started attending his medical consults, and only then did the doctor start him on tests and rehabilitation initiatives. Interesting, and cause (again) for me to ponder just what is going on; do doctors have a script from someone ahead of time for their patients and work from that? I know this is very conspiratorial, but it just seems that all too often they take patients sideways and engage in diversionary activities like blood pressure evaluations, etc.

07-22-2018
More vineyard work at the part time site. And continuing overhead fire fighting tankers, helicopters and single engine aircraft. Not unlike last year, where the site I worked was on the Penticton Airport approach path, and too, it was a big fire fighting season. Not that my regular vineyard gig is far from the action either, as the closest wildfire is across the lake (Okanagan) almost. It would seem the perps wanted me closer to the airport again, like last year until I left in mid July.

07-28-2018
I have been very busy at both vineyards this past week, usually doing a few hours in the evening at the part time gig.

07-30-2018
Monday, and the part time gig ended yesterday in the sweltering heat. Today was to be 38C (100F), but there was enough haze in the air such that getting a good tan was much reduced. All part of the sunlight diminution games it seems, this ongoing nonconsensual research "issue" for the perps to constantly mess with sunlight levels, and adding in hot weather as well. Regular readers will recall dense smog from wildfires last year for at least four weeks straight, but so far, there is much less smoke in the air.         

And a minor skin burn that "happened" a few weeks ago; "somehow" the plunger for the French press coffee pot got stuck (when it never does), and I was pushing on it, and "somehow" it went sideways, and "somehow" hot coffee blew back out and splattered my chest area with hot coffee. It was a little sore, but having lifted my shirt off and put on a new one, I didn't notice much. A few days later, I notice that I had a skin burn on my left nipple and that the skin was rejuvenating. So now we have a four way skin color test: regular skin and nipple colors, and rejuvenating regular skin and nipple colors. Well done perps; it just wasn't enough to arrange the impossible event of having hot coffee blow back from a lidded French press pot, but it also "happened" to land on a two tone skin region and then cause another two adjacent skin tones to result. When is this brown color testing going to be over?

Note (for Google censors and their absurd anti-nipple campaign evidenced in their auto-nipple removing software in Youtube) this is a male nipple.

 Anyhow, I am at least a week late in getting this posted due to working two jobs these days, as it seems the regular one only has two weeks remaining.

Smirking Chimps

03-27-2018
The smirking boss, this time over the repeated topic of the inadequate time sheets again, with the last person doing a rather inadequate job, after she decided that the boss man's spread sheet version wasn't good enough, so she supplied her version of the same. Then she quits among all this financial juggling, as there are two time sheets, one for each of my current employers. As regular readers will know, the perps have an inordinate interest in time sheets, logging work hours, time stamping (aka, "clocking" in or out) and the rest of the trivia associated with keeping work time records.

So just what is it that is so smirk-worthy when some people speak to me, this occasion about a legit topic of time sheets, along with no pay record to confirm the hours were correct and the rest of the loose payroll practices that go with the present employers. Actually I have one employer, but they are responsible for two vineyards with differing owners.

And colder than hell yesterday, even above freezing as the ground was soft. Partially I was faked out by a warm Sunday, but today, I went home, changed my boots (seemed damp), added another sweater, put on long johns and toe warmers in my boots. And an irregular daytime trip back home brought on trains of vehicular gangstalkings en mass, not bad for a Monday at 1000h. The vineyard owner also managed to place her gangstalking ass at the gate with some half assed excuse as I was about to get to my vehicle.

Today, more tiresome tie-downs in the vineyard, getting another block finished. The one other guy has been really helpful, and all the better that he is faster than me. The boss man is still pruning, and keeps saying he will be done this week, and then he will help in tie-downs too. Then I go back to the other vineyard next week I am told.

I see the perps have lost my knife sharpener again, the second time in two years. Last year the foreman found it. I just cannot fathom why a billion dollar budget black (and insane) organization has to hound my ass over how and when I sharpen my blades; pruners at work, knives at home and any other that I have. And of course what sharpening tool: diamond hones (two grades), carbide scrapers, dremel with diamond bit and the odd time, a file or a grinder. And nearly 16 years of this fucking abuse, that being only one obsessional facet over hundreds that are known to me.

And what is it about this new round of fuckery over which music playing device I listen to at the vineyard? The wretched phone app finally updated itself after I "forgot" to turn internet access off, and it ended up being used after I "forgot" to take my dedicated digital audio player (DAP) to work. Or another day, I "forgot" to charge it up. Yesterday was hopeless for music listening as the DAP kept screwing up, solely a touch screen device, something the perps have free reign to screw with by remote means. And it was so cold that I gave up anyhow.

Today, another forced "forget" on the DAP, so I used my smart phone. Alternating between these two devices is not my style. I got the DAP because I was so fed up with the smart phone app, and now I find I am using the latter. (Same headphones, though the DAP is better sounding). Then, too, interruptions in using the player and headphones with co-workers getting chatty all of a sudden, so I wear them at my neck instead, something the perps seem to just love, those magnets in the headphones.

Yesterday, at work on the vineyard tie-downs, was a major infuriation day; constant forced finger fumbling, and then having my hands open unbidden by me to either have the cane flip up or else drop the tie-down tool from my grasp. And of course they liked to crank it up anytime I was near an end of a row, or when my co-worker was nearby. No wonder they like to have me use inefficient devices and methods, rather than the slick, but expensive, tie-down devices out there.

03-29-2018
Tying down vines, then weeding. Same as yesterday... but was caught out, dressed for slow moving unenergetic work of tying, and then suddenly, the boss man wanted weeding done. I had long johns on and two sweaters, but even after taking off my coat and a sweater, I was still sweating. The perps like this; mugging the victim with sudden new work tasks for which he is ill-clothed, and all the better that he gets overheated or chilled, per above. Today, no long johns, and I was OK doing weeding after lunch.

Saw Ellen Doty tonight (video 1, video 2); and what a bogus set up at the door when I arrived. The manager asked if I was a party of one or two. I said one, which I was, and she thought it was a computer screw up, and I said possibly. I was seated for all of a minute and then she comes by to tell me that there was another person by the same name who booked a party of two, and then introduced me to this person, with whom I shook hands. He "happened" to be the person following me into the the club, so I find it absolutely ridiculous to think this was anything but orchestrated.

It was a good show, and she hung around in the audience during the set break and then afterward, though I did not speak to her. I bought a CD from her sister who was managing the merchandise. For some reason, the party of four in front of me departed at the intermission and missed the second set. I cannot fathom why anyone would do this, but it is consistent with the perps clearing out adjacent seating at concert venues, either beforehand (for the entire show), or else in mid-show. I got a few looks directly from the performer during the show, but nothing that I would call staring or strangely directed as I have experienced from other live performers in the past.

The surly, but attractive, waitress of the three past visits was there again, this time covering up her ample chest tattoos with a sweater and jewellery. She even came to my table, but only to get out of the way of the regular waitress. I didn't even rate a glance from her, even if she had served me twice in the prior six months.

03-30-2018
Good Friday, a national holiday for everyone except farm workers; they don't get paid for statutory holidays. Though some past employers have paid me all the same; it seems to be a big perp deal, almost like a test scenario for them. That is, don't pay me, or else have the employer decide to pay me in mid-season, or in the second year of employment for statutory holidays. Maybe they are looking for some kind of "psychic spark" or some such as to if/when I get paid like anyone else for a statutory holiday, and of course, unknowingly, and more often, knowingly.

03-31-2018
Saturday, and I went to my previous employer of 2012-14 to help him out, as he is bottling sparkling wine. It was the slow version, by hand; no automated lines at 1200 bottles/hour. More like 800 bottles per day.

I see my previous employer has a new employee from Alberta who knows squat about vineyard work and wine making. So why did he lay me off when I knew both in reasonable detail, especially after working for him for three years? Another mystery on the employment fuckery front, a long running issue for the perps it seems; not only as to how large of an organization, but all the minutiae as to whom I work with, their relative competence, clothing color etc.

04-01-2018
Sunday, and bottling again today, more of the sparkling wine all day long. Like yesterday, a load of large timbers had to be moved from the owner's trailer onto pallets on the ground. This was a 30 minute job for three males, as we were dealing with 6x6" timbers 14' long or larger. Funny how the perps like me to get extended wood contact at times. Not forgetting that I had a wood desk on which I would rest my hands all the while I keyboarded from 2001 to 2012. Now I have an aluminum slatted fold-up table on which my hands rest, recently  augmented with a ground connected conducting mat. More of those direct connections with earth energies it would seem.

The continuing BS stream as to the perp's ceasing hostilities is planted in mind continues, maybe 150x/day. Like WTF; here they have been covertly following and orchestrating my existence for 47 years before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, so what is in it for them to suddenly stop on the 16th anniversary, April 15, like they claim via planted notions? Absolutely nothing, whatever their esoteric nonconsensual human research agenda is. Besides, I have been through a few of these build ups to their "big nothing" events over the years, so why would I give a shit anyhow? I don't, and I have been correct on every call.

Enough on the harassment and abuse front for the last week, and onto posting this one.

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.

Exasperate the Victim Some More

03-30-2015
Said victim being me of course, and it is a Monday, usually when the perps go most nuts with harassment and yoga tops it all off with the spinal extensions, twists and all else they like about yoga so much. Not to mention the attractive instructor.

The perps riled me up in the vineyard forcing more finger fumbling, and even obstructing me from moving my fingers the way I intended. (Thwarting intention is also a big harassment theme). And not quite to a rage-ified level, as I was in the middle of a vineyard with public thoroughfares (walking trail) above and below (road) it.

Added to the annoyance level is this split skin on my thumb, and lo, if it didn't happen four times in the work day, the tying wire somehow got pulled into the split skin fissure wound. All to bleed a little blood around my finger nail and some onto the twist tie tool.

They screwed me out of doing balances in yoga, per usual. And they twice banged my injured L thumb into the floor and had it bleed and send a few drops of blood onto the mat. Call it red blood color registering, but they do like to take blood samples, and especially if it drops onto fabrics and clothes. I assume they can withdraw blood anytime they want via their teleportation games, but for some reason they need it spread around.

03-31-2015
My L thumb and forefinger are raw from handling and tying the vine canes to the horizontal trellis wire. Ditto for my R hand. That was when I started today, and naturally, the perps made them worse. They jabbed me at these hand locations at least 30x over the day, and when a shooting pain emanated, why, the vehicular noise parade increased its volume for the next few minutes. And plenty of inaudible swearing at the assholes too, not rage-ification level, but the same exasperated refrains. And they like to bleed these sore every hour or two to leave a blood drop trail on my tool, the vines etc.

There was plenty of ongoing vexation all day today, pulling items from my grasp and not allowing my fingers to work as I intended. All this was preceded by not not having a tying tool, abetted by the possible supplier not returning my phone call, which I am given to understand is entirely expectable. Roll that back one more, as my gloves were constantly getting pinched in the tie wire/twine, so I worked without gloves.

Added into the mix, and I wasn't sure until I got back home after work, the assholes caused a minor shit leak that needed a shower to clean up. When that started I have no idea as they can prevent sensations from registering.

And I see the perps are continuing with their assault on my credit card, this time adding some $6k in credit that went through on a card that was cancelled.

04-01-2015
Some relief after yesterday's finger pummeling and jabbing, replete with intense pain each time. I taped my four fingers up this morning and wore thin gloves. And the number of times I had my finger sores re-injured was less than ten.

The boss man went pissy on me for not getting the R garage cleaned out, though it was mostly done, and was cleaned out in a minute or so. I got held up by others, and he said I wasn't doing things fast enough. As usually, the perp ensure I have no snappy refrain, as I found receipts and user manuals in the garbage I was cleaning out a few minutes earlier, and he was appreciative that they  were recovered. Said boss man "forgot" the chain saw a few weeks ago when it was the essential tool for doing the bush clearing on his other property. So I was sent back to get it, at least a 30 mi. round trip and eating into his time for renting the chipper that he had on site. And of course that didn't come to mind as he was haranguing me.

04-03-2015
Twice, in two days, I had heated food up in the microwave in the winery and was offered to come to the house and have lunch with company. In other words, take your magnetically irradiated food to a new location and eat it there. I haven't had a microwave since all this insane fuckery began, and the perps make sure I don't want one for whatever reason.


04-04-2015

Saturday errands, and that includes the ever-stalked laundromat, whichever one I go to. The gut strut was on before I even got to the door, as seen through the window and door glass. Said male gut strutter, white and with white hair and tidy beard and dressed in all black clothing then proceeded to turn toward me from 8' away temporarily blocking my egress until he turned and did his gut-in-profile move. Like WTF; why cannot I pass through a doorway without some arranged event, this occasion being a faux confrontational stance? On a later visit a red fleece coated fugle overweight woman did something odd in forcing me to walk around her while she strangely held the door open.

At least two other males were in close circulation, one being where I usually do my laundry. So I went to the next two washing machines behind, and lo, if the white-and-black gutstrutter didn't find me back in the corner all to loiter 4' away and looking at the notice board.

A two hour nap attack came on at 1540h, putting a big hole in the day. They had me dozing off at this here desktop PC, and I know the drill. Prior to that, I had chocolate, perhaps for the first time ever without an accompanying hot beverage, tea usually. I also had a two capsules of L-tyrosine to follow the chocolate, and we know who likes to run their victims out of dopamine, don't we?

I am ADD, Inattentive subtype (not Hyperactive) which in real terms means one is short on dopamine. This was determined by a SPECT scan in 2001, about a year before the assholes went over/berserk on me in 04-2002. When the Psychopathic Confederacy (the PC, ironically) subsequently ran me into hospital with abetting police and clinical scum, they put me on medications that bound dopamine, the wrong medication altogether as it made dopamine less available. (And it was brutal to have your mental faculties clobbered for that duration). I gave them the SPECT scan report but that was ignored of course, because they were working for the Psychopaths, not me. The doctors willfully violated their Hippocratic Oath of course, "cause thy patient no harm".

Funny how so-called medical professionals can subvert their principles so readily, and that began with the all time notorious brain trashing wretch, Dr. Ewen Cameron of Montreal, and McGill University. I was two and four y.o. when we lived in Montreal, and it was coincident with his reign as Neurological Abuser-in-Chief at McGill. I have no recollection of seeing him, but other victims have confirmed that he also did child abuse, in a clinical context, and at one time had a box of snakes into which the immobile child victim was placed. The child was first incapacitated with curare and couldn't move a limb to defend itself. All this from the book, "A Nation Betrayed" by Carol Rutz, a victim who was flown into Montreal for the experience. (Actually, two nations that betrayed their citizens in mutual cooperation, Canada and the USA and at the same time,- how convenient).

Again, I have no recollection of these "Lost Years", aged 2 to 5 (b. 1954), but I do know that I was making permanent memories then and for some reason, poof, nothing until 1959-60. BUT I do get a lot of serpentine imagery and motions arranged for me, and of course see real snakes in the vineyard jobs that I do, nothing poisonous thankfully. I also get a whole lot of white haired elder males stalking me, often with glasses, and I suspect doppelgangers for Dr Cameron and others, all to arrange some kind of deep psychic trauma that I cannot detect, except by loathing their sight.

04-05-2015
I got up early (0730h) for a weekend day with no alarm set. They had me twist and turn for a few hours before letting me get to sleep).

All the better to get hiking on a sunny but cool windy day. My standard hike to MacIntyre Bluff from the adjacent vineyard. (Where they brought in the SAR helicopter to make 4 circling passes and then had it sit for 20 min. at full hover in 2012). And they didn't let me get gangstalked until on the way down, some six parties, with male skinheads and one with the male fright doll look, red curly hair hanging 2" off his head and the wind conveniently blowing to make it look bigger like a halo almost. If I don't like curly hair, skinheaded males and red hair, why am I relentlessly hounded by these freaks for nearly 13 years?

Then back to my residence after dealing with some strange drivers on the way back, the one that wanted to pass me on the R. side when I was held up by a truck in the L. lane. He just happened to run out of room as there was a vehicle that the truck was attempting to pass, and he was taking his time.

Some pics and stories:

 A momentous moment in 13 years of abuse at the hands of the Psychopathic Confederacy; they are having me switch to a new color of Dawn to go with their intense and insane obsession over the color my dishes cleaning detergent. After having me use Dawn with a inky darker blue until about 2008 or so, they had me switch to the blue colored Dawn on the R. But today, "for some reason", the LD store was out of blue Dawn for the very first time ever, and they had only green Dawn in their sparsely stocked dishes detergent section. And to encourage the victim to "double up", why, it was on sale for 2 for $4, saving a whole $.50. And of course the red and yellow Dawn was also out of stock, just in case I wanted to give them the FU choice.

 Excuse the pics that won't conform to adding text captions where I want. After having some 200+ of this particular chocolate over the past 13 years of insane abuse, why, they slip one in that doesn't have the regular packaging, the one on the L. And too, the gold colored printing comes off and spreads gold paint flakes on the kitchen counter. I wonder in this era of intense automation how one mis-printed chocolate wrapper on the R, (no gold print) somehow found its way to my shopping basket. Yes, I have seen plenty more of this particular chocolate on the shelves of SOF, and never once have I seen one with mis-printed packaging. Image, after a forced chocolate "habit" of $200/month to deal with the perp's brown color problem, they are now adding in packaging "anomalies". I think we have at least 6 years to go on this gig. That will make it 2021 or so, and the same for all other TI's I suspect.

  

And the perps are at it again, breaking my headphones. Is this the fourth or fifth pair they have destroyed in the last 13 years? This pair had been sent across the country in 2012 to get repaired due to the plastic breaking up, and lo, if it didn't "happen" again. Note that I have taken particularly good care of these headphones, as I do with all the pairs that I have had, and somehow they got broken yet again. They had already been repaired by me with the black tape on either side of the head cushion, and I thought I could wear them again. No such luck, in the Headphone Sabotage Department of the Psychopathic Confederacy.

Anyhow, I am going to post this for the week and hope this one will be better than the last.

Eyeglasses for a Week

0855h
While in bed, rounds of outside traffic noise from 0600  to 0700h when I got up, having me plug my ears with my fingers, then alternating cycles of semi-sleep with erections, aka meat aerials that would then dissapate in five or ten minutes. And somewhere in that collage of being half awake there were visions of meeting tigers and cougars and some kind of interaction with the animal trainer.

A big perp moment today, having me switch to my regular progressive lens glasses after 11 days with the old Rx and its problems of far sightedness. And altered visual reality, or more like, the excuse to fuck with my vision as to what I see, and sometimes in double vision "from" some kind of lens aberation, and also, my familiar friends of all those reflectance sources that routinely erupt on the lens surface to flit in my peripherial vision. Funny how that happens almost instantly with this pair of glasses.

The prior breakfast was duly disrupted- when cereals were made up, a sudden forced need to pee to leave them untouched on the table for a the time it took to get to the bathroom and back, the third time this week this has "happened". Then more outside traffic and beeping noise while having breakfast. The  faux neighbor started up his unerring ability to make rushing water (in pipes) noise when I was in the bathroom, two rounds of showering no less while I shaved and did my dental hygiene routine. The activity of shaving is of intense perp interest, and they have me shave my front as well, under the planted guise of vanity in not having any grey hairs. Though, most of the grey has gone from my head hair.

They nailed me for four lesions on my front that bled for two staunchings with the steptic pencil and washcloth to clean them. These are not from the razor as they are deep, odd shapes, occur painlessly and erupt without any apparent causal interaction of the razor. And besides, the blood that comes "from" these lesions is a very deep red color, and not from the skin region. After this extra adverse shaving it was off to the optician in the next block to get my new glasses, and lo, if there wasn't a string of gangstalkers out there, one doing the vagrant thing of stopping in mid-block to light a cigarette and pollute the air ahead of me; even if I hold my breath, "somehow" I end up smelling it.

They had the street cleaner out to clean the asphalt-curb interface, and had at least one puddle of apparent piss on the street, that somehow got tracked for 30' on my way back. They put on a parent and a two year old kiddy as well, this 0830h in lead-ahead gangstalking mode. The headlight beam was trained on my pathe there, and the guitarstalker was also on duty, the backpacking variant. The usual criss-crossing of Fuckwits before I got to the door of the optician. The blonde optician was in her usual beguiling and doting self, always a pleasure. I have not yet ever detected any tension and only a small amount of acting, and I often wonder does she know the script or not in advance as she is a natural.
Once I departed they had a freaking bread delivery, aka breadstalking; the Fuckwit was delivering on a dolly, using it as some kind of scooter, and making a 40' oblique crossing of the street as I walked by. Running with the bread might of been just as absurd, and given them their needed velocity in my proximity.This bullshit is getting so predictable.

1205h
While web surfing a thundering rumble with a coincident street shouting erupted when a certain pic was revealed when web browsing. both noises getting through the earmuffs I am wearing. Like how could this be imagined that two diverse noises coincided, and what does that pic mean to them? (The pic was from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, and Jack Nicholson with the electrodes on either side of his head).

1440h
A  live chat with Newegg, and lo, if my phone (read, EMF emitting device at one's ear), didn't ring then for another reason altogether. There is something the perps want to know about the nature of conversing;, fast or slow, -e.g. email, live chat, face to face, and of course their variant, the other person looking away while conversing. Fucking absurd. The assumed new apartment manager said hello to me yesterday while looking elsewhere, he and his ballcap, almost the uniform of the poseurs sitting in the glass room off the lobby. The supposed Scottish woman cleaner was also on gangstalking there this morning; though I have never seen I cleaner here so regularly as this, and at least twice outside. All too strange, not unlike the apartment block before.

1530h
On the domestic research (theirs) front as of last week, I am now allowed to wipe the spoons dry with a tea towel. The perps have been total assholes over having me use the tea towel to dry dishes much, and accordingly, the dishes seem to air dry quite fast, within an hour. No big deal, I just put the dishes away. Some six months ago the dinner forks stopped air drying in the rack and had to be wiped dry with the tea towel. But all else, save the 6" knife acquired last year, would air dry. Now, as of last week, why, the spoons used for making coffee and eating cereals won't air dry any more, and instead, stay wet into the afternoon when used and cleaned after breakfast. And when I now pick up the top most spoon to make tea, why, it is wet still, forcing a wipe dry from the towel. (Otherwise, if wet, it gets exploited for the tea leaves sticking en masse onto the spoon, another first). Anyhow, another mark of progress is that I am now either allowed to, or made to, wipe the cutlery spoons dry, often immediately prior to use. Call this progress in the perverse perp-world, and it only took seven fucking years to get there. They still won't allow the 12" chefs knife blade to be wiped dry, as it always magically dries itself, even if the handle didn't. This is the same knife that had its properties changed from high carbon steel that leached iron oxide (rust) if left wet, to a steel of a seeming low carbon composition that does not leach iron oxide, and can be left to then air dry. Just one more example of the intense scrutiny I am under and how progress is noted in this abusive depravity they have made of my existence, every mortal moment I am alive.

Another big move on the perp progress front is that they have started me on using coconut oil. They had me researching the nutrition of coconuts for some eight months or so, and also acquiring some from my in-town brother's Thai girlfriend. About three weeks ago I "found" coconut oil at the local supermarket, and bought a jar. They had me run out the olive oil for cooking and salads, and as of today, the inaugural use of the coconut oil for cooking, as the apparent research says that it is better for this purpose than olive oil. In the case of the latter, they had me purchase a small bottle of a different kind, and use it only for salads. I also still ingest olive oil from the tapenade base of my quesadillas, so it would seem they are moving me off using it for cooking. I take this as another sign of perp progress on the food oil use, digestion and the downstream physiologic processes and cellular storage that they seem to be so intensely focussed on. And it only took eight years of intense abuse and eating much the same food (lunch and dinner) all that time; quesadillas of tapenade, chopped chicken and melted cheese on top. Now what is next and when? Borage oil maybe? Maybe food fats will become "in", and this low fat mania that has reigned for 20 years or more will now give way to the perp's interest in this food item in all its diversity. But how long did it take for hydrogenated fats to finally get widely identified as a health hazard? Twenty or thirty years, and of course the approval bodies have yet to catch up.

1805h
Post dinner jerkarounds; I was deleting some software remnants, and lo, if the sirens and clunking didn't start up, then a silverfish insect arrived on my desk which I promptly dispatched, and then a forced re-start. Similar deal as a few days ago when the self-replicating deletion of Cyberlink took 1.5 hours to delete with thrtee methods.

A forced one hour nap before dinner, and lo, if they didn't rouse me some to listen to their noise parade, have me abate the noise with my fingers in my ears, and then give me erections, just like the prior hour before getting up this morning. Though, I was clothed for the nap, and the latter games were compromised thankfully.

2130h
A pithy precis of the Obama administration and its follies at At Largely. I got the picture now, the Chief Dissembler earned his craft honestly, no connections like the last guy. That doesn't mean he isn't honest, and in fact, based on what the author describes, Obama just maybe the best Doublespeaking president to date. Tragic, given the vital need to repair Bushco's eight rein of wreckage. What it seems is that there isn't any party that has the gumption to take on the Pentagonocracy.

At least five screamings at the perps while having tea and chocolate tonight. They have taken to repeatedly dithering my finger control when attempting to open the Ritter chocolate, and that provocation begets my rebuke instantly. I reckon that it is all about riling me up over the package opening; mid-blue plastic packaging revealing a deep brown chocolate bar, one of those vital color transitions they like to exploit. And the LD store has been out of the lavender package color Milka Bars for the past three weeks, leaving an empty shelf in a high volume retail store for crissakes. The light blue packaged Ritter bar (alpine milk chocolate) has been the substitute for the Milka bars, and only this week have they moved me to the mid-blue ones (milk chocolate). The two don't taste much different, but as my sense of taste is often governed down, or otherwise fucked with, I really don't know why these two Ritter bars are made. Not counting the conspiratorial angle of course, as light blue is often an entre color for the perps. Once inculcated with it in a particular location and context, they will then attempt to leverage it elsewhere. Hence the preponderance of Fuckwits wearing light blue and dark brown, a ridiculous color combination for clothing, but there they are. The light blue Ritter bars have been on the forced diet plan for over a year now, off and on with the Milkas until three weeks ago.

2235h
A screaming session over blatant web site display; myspace was taking about five minute to load and everything else was siezed up. All over protracting me playing some music. I have had enough of this bullshit today, and am calling this one done. Maybe I will get to read my books, some of them languishing as I am kept online all day after them sitting around for weeks when I seemingly wanted them so bad. They wouldn't let me read websites on IT business analysis, my former trade, and that really pisses me off. All to putz around house bound all fucking day while masers and plasma beams flit about, and of course, in concert with the asshole's provocations.

New Dream Fucking Capabilities

1010h
More hallway hacking, like my rooming house noisestalkers of my last residence location, has resulted the moment I read the following passage (link) and compare it to my experiences this morning:

Incidentally, Eccles, [53], postulates that in sleep the modules of the brain become closed to the influence of mind, although some may remain open during dreaming.

My experience was some horrid dreams this morning and learning anew that my normal safety valve of waking up to get me out of the dream when perturbed was fucked with. That is correct, the sickos can now keep me in a planted dream at their leisure, subverting my own neural protective mechanisms. I am pissed that I was fucked with, especially when these abilities are autonomous and don't serve the usually physical manipulation fuckery of making me put on my underwear backwards, another stunt to get me riled up first thing this morning. But the fuckers did let me have a normal sleep duration of 8 hours, and if they think I need dream fucking time, I will take 7 hours instead without being jerked around in my dreams. I can't trust these assholes at anything, and now they have extra capabilities to fuck me over while sleeping and being potentially terrorized by their planted dreams.

I am getting the siren noise stalking as I type this; the assholes are making this city and its emergency calls to be a constant social problem, which is as far from the reality in this town one can get. With an entrenched perps force in town, likely of at least a few thousand of them, not a scrap of litter in my path goes without being planned for it's color, material/fabric, position, lie and form (crumpled, bent etc.), duration of ......... response to externalities (e.g. wind, sunlight reflection etc.), orientation (often arranged to cover x,y and z coordinates) and the rest of the parameters that they manage for.

And the vagrants seem to get at least three new coats or shirts in short order, in a month or two, and behave most weirdly by leaving their money on the ground and disappearing while the "public" (e.g. more operatives and shills) walks by.

More outside noisestalking has erupted in the form of some kind of metal bashing, this time with a simultaneous left leg zap. This "erupting" while I read a book review of Stephanie Coontz, which is not directly germane to this harassment nightmare, but does cause me to wonder what could the connection be. And as always, the very act of linking gets noisestalked, this time with the ubiquitous heavy duty equipment that purports to cruise by with such frequenct.

The masers are all over my visual field, and were since I awakened and opened my eyes. I usually get pixel games in my "vision" if my eyelids are closed lying in bed, today it was apple green interlaced with yellow and blue. Anytime I am up, the forced eyelid closures are accompanied by a red flash, their one way to pull this stunt as they see fit. In other words, as soon as I am awake, there is every incentive to get up immediately to thwart any more "eyelid vision" fuckery. Once awake, I got the maser zingers, the fuzzy grey balls that flit about in formation, and the maser trails, filamentous wisps of magnetic energy that drift about, sitting in the air in front of me, and re-positioned to appear as a vision perturbance should I move my head. And if I move my head quickly, then the perps catch up to my vision to deliberately place them in the same vision locations as before. I see these in the mirror rountinely, so they are not a neurological aberration.

In fact, the activity of shaving is still of intense interest to the perps, and there are regular emanations of wispy maser trails coming off my face, and slowing travelling toward the mirror, often timed such that the razor passes through the maser field. Another variant of the objective is to place the maser precisely in the location that I want to see, usually in a vertical orientation, to test some left-right vision detection I suspect.

1300h
This is the post-lunch period of being under the perp's microscope. They have me half asleep while reading about parapsyhcology, and then started up the glass bottle bashing from the right side (hallway) and simultaneous tapping from outside on the left. By my take, they were working up to this by having considerable traffic noise for the preceding hour (after lunch) and then resorted to the percussive types of noises for which object vibration is coincident. This is all very exciting for the perps, just more fucking around by organized nutters by my reckoning.

1320h
More sleepiness and overhead pounding; time to pack this session up.

1405
An early tea with the vaunted chocolate, a sore point with the perps as I get mind-fucked into purchasing large quantities for a 200g/day "habit", and I cannot afford this. And still, every time I go to the grocery store, I get mind fucked into purchasing more, all to play brown color games for the perps. Once, in past perp games, I couldn't stand the smell of the substance, just to prove a point that "my" need for chocolate isn't my own. Someone else requires that I consume it to continue the brown color pranks that are near ubiquitous (crumbs on face, pixellated displays in my vision etc.)

A new stunt was to put some of the foil packaging directly in my mouth while eating the chocolate. I know for sure that it was not on the square that I had picked up, and then this piece "just arrived" in my mouth to create the need to pull it out. Then the fuckers wouldn't let me roll it up in a ball once in my fingers. They disabled the operation of my fingers for some five seconds. The perps cannot have enough to do if this is the level of juvenility to which they have descended.

1455h
The noisescape has been waxing and waning for the last hour, differing sounds ar added in, and others are taken out. Currently, it is overhead pounding and high pitch seagulls with a background of steady heavy duty vehicle noise from outside.

1520h
I have been getting more red plasma flashes in my peripherial vision today; there must be something red related they are testing for. I also got barely perceptible fed plasma flash in front of this LCD panel a short time ago. On a few occasions I have been totally innudated with red plasma flashes and spots, though nothing recently in this new apartment, as of May 01, 2007.

So far, post-tea time, I have been allowed to be awake, and not be dragged into a slumbering wakefullness state.

1545h
More hallway banter for some unknown cover story outside my door; a male-female act, getting into the act exactly when reading about Neko Case, the altcountry artist. And continued bullshit from the hallway while for the outside, an all-quiet order has gone out.

And to piss me off some more, some kind of electified zappinp on my teeth has started up, and is likely to be a new harassment method as it is so annoying.

1945h
A siren cascade is on; this being a Monday, and a regular working day, it is highly unlikely that there are so many emergency vehicles at once at this time. My deliberations on the sonic reality of what I hear has been widely journaled in these blog postings.

2015
A round of overhead pounding (concrete floor) and rumbling (a sliding glass door cover story). Then some ass jabbing in the mix, and some on-off-ing of putative neighbor's water usage.

2150h
More overhead pounding in a deeper sound. Coincidentally, a deeper than usual bus noise erupted, likely to augment this noise flurry. It seems the sickos cannot get enough deep sounds under their quaint games of pretend, e.g. having a cover story.

2235h
Major ongoing loud vehicles outside, almost a parade of them. I have been doing maintenance on my extensive Bookmarks list of films, and this has been of significant perp interest; ongoing vehicle noise, touch and pressure sensations on my forefeet, coincident and variable vision impairments, and the forehead numbing fuckery I love so much.

Enough adversity today to call this a posting, as the vision impairments are coming on.