09-09-2019
I am doing some on-off labor for a person who has a viticulture services business. He is keeping me somewhat busy on his personal property, an acreage, where he is putting in vines. Like any farm, hobby or bigger, there is no end of things to deal with, and today I was splitting firewood rounds for him. Not the old fashioned way with a maul, wedges and sledges thankfully, but with a rented hydraulic powered wood splitter. What a treat to use, and lo..., if the perps didn't exercise their fuckery whenever I use a new tool, machine or device, or software. A single hydraulic lever, forward and back, and only when I applied force on the lever. Sure enough they had me send it forward when I wanted it to go in the opposite direction, and vice versa, their usual tool operation fuckery, that even extends to operating a light switch or any other off-on binary switch. Though nothing major and no dangerous events. A reprieve of a kind.
The Psychopaths have long had an interest in me being around wood, and I suppose being a forester served their agenda in that respect too. And what is it about wood and all its properties that so interests the perps about, yet another plant material, even if it isn't alive. This is speculative of course, but it must be they they channel some kind of energy such that they grow tall and vertical, and presumably have some kind of signature retention of that energy. Otherwise, it would be easier for the trees to grow along the ground, which of course they don't.
Due to my extra wood splitting tasks, I was later than planned for yoga, and the "usual" crush of unusually prompt yogis erupted in this circumstance, displacing me from my regular location on the opposite side of the room from the entry door. At least 16 there, of which five dudes, three of whom who seem to "need" to remove their shirts. An absurd eruption of decorum in my view, one of them being a particularly languid and flabby specimen and seeming having never been to yoga before, anywhere, not just this class. So if you are a flabby and untanned middle aged male and haven't been to yoga before, or at least this studio, would you really go shirtless? I think not, unless you are instructed to do so.
(And if you think I am being overly analytical about attendance of the other yogis, there was a class about four years ago, when at class end, the male instructor thanked everyone for coming, and then added, "especially those who came on short notice". Like WTF; who gets notice to come to yoga, especially many, not just one person. Talk about a gimme as to orchestrated yoga class attendance.)
As "usual" about five or so yogis I had seen before, and the rest came from I don't know where in this long running TI Victim Tour called yoga class. One of the quasi-regulars is this young blonde woman, about 160lb I reckon, just getting a little extra weight on her but nothing disgusting. She is big for sure, and almost my height, and she had a bikini top on to reveal a bare midriff. And what was more attractive is that she has no tattoos, none. In past classes she "happened" (at least 4x, the only times that she has come to class), to set up beside me on my R side at the next mat. So today, while I was barrelling in later than when I wanted, but before class start, she "happened" to precede me and set her mat down and with the room near packed (at 1720h for a 1730h start), I set my mat up beside her near the entry door. This would be the first time (of about five times) where the sequence of our arrivals was reversed. And furthermore, I was forced to place my mat near the only entry door as this location becomes a big cluster fuck every class.
I don't know this woman at all, and she scoots out quickly when class is over, but during class she seemed so annoyed/pissed, though not at anyone or anything that I could detect. Doesn't one go to yoga class to enjoy it to some extent?
I wasn't kept tattoo-view free in yoga though, in keeping with this particular odious trait of the Pscyhopaths to show me this Unfavored feature; one of the shirtless dudes in my usual mat location had a major fugly tattoo run down his L arm that was facing me. Well done; bring in a new shirtless yogi dude with a tats down his L arm who somehow "finds" my usual mat location (90% of my visits), just so I can see them from the other side of the room, a location that I have studiously avoided placing my mat. Having the regular blonde babe beside me in the same orientation (on my R side) fits the long running Psychopathic stalking pattern of placing the babe, (blonde is even more Favored), close by and having the Unfavored (unsightly) Fuckwit tattoo-splattered dude further away (10' past the blonde in this case), as if she was some kind of distant-dependent elicitation of auric goodness/gorgeousness (Favorable image) that needed to be compared to the more distant Fugly Fuckwit (decidedly Unfavored on two accounts). Go figure; this particular stalking vignette has been so incredibly consistent, the stalking stunt of a close-by blonde and further away male Fuckwit.
It did not escape my attention that after I arrived, still 10 minutes before class start, there were a few more yogis coming in, about two or so, one being the above mentioned dude with the fugly tattoos. He asked me if he could sit in front of me, and I said sure, or the other end of the instructor's mate, and he took the latter option. And lo, if some of the other mat dwellers didn't then proceed to shuffle their mats and make room for him, which as mentioned above, is my usual mat location. How is it that nobody does me these favors, the few times I come late? I get it, in fact I got it long ago; I am the pariah, either recognizably so by some means, for possibly have been instructed about with all other attendees as orchestrated shills, possibly having a prior rehearsal as it seemed by way of one instructor's verbal slip a while back. Why does this shit go on and on in such predictable patterns?
09-11-2019
Another MS Windows upgrade, and another take-out (or crash if you prefer) of my audio functionality. I checked the Event Log, and yes, there was a security patch update today. That is, nothing at the operating system level, so what gives? I think we are getting close to 15 occurrences of this event this year, and the year isn't done yet. Sometimes the Psychopaths mimic this problem by causing a momentary (or longer) power outage which resets the external amplifier to zero and fakes me out for a time (minutes to days) until I discover that it isn't the PC itself. Funny how they like to create a regular problem (Windows updates killing the audio) and then arrange to have the same problem caused by another means (though only two of the power outage causes this year). Go figure.
I went swimming for exercise last night, the first time in 20 years, as I never found the right swim club when I moved to Seattle in 1999. It went well, though only for 30 minutes as there was no coach. Only two other swimmers, both friendly enough. The usual locker room coincidence, even if hardly anyone there, where someone "happens" to be using the locker next to mine. Tiresome to say the least.
And all day ear ringing, especially in my R ear which still seems to have water in it. I have never, ever, in 15 years of club swimming (3x/week) had water-in-the ear issues that went longer than the same day. And now, a whole fucking day of extra loud ear ringing, slightly impaired (or different) hearing, and the sensation of something in my ear. I tried at least 4x with Q-tips, alcohol, head shaking and the rest of it, all to no avail. Another never-before stunt that just "happens" to erupt after not having done a fitness swim in 20 years. Well done assholes. Nothing like exploiting a new event, or at least, one that hasn't been undertaken in a long time, in the minds of the Psychopaths.
09-11-2019
Another arranged coincidence to maximize my
infuriation and inconvenience. I applied for a winery labor job last
Friday, five days ago, and I had plenty of experience to at least get
considered IMHO. That the job posting had just been extended by a month a
few days earlier was a possible tip-off that they were still looking
for someone. On the following Monday I had a day job, which would of
been a likely day for a response to my job application. And lo, if I
didn't "somehow" forget (read, forced "forget") to take my cell phone
with me that day for work. As I was heading out the door, I sighted the
phone, but put on my work vest as it has the pockets to put the phone
in. And somehow in this intervening interval of 15 seconds or so, I
"somehow" forgot to put the phone in the vest pocket. This is a new level
of unbelievable of micro-managed neural intrusion. I have never,
ever, had such an incidence of such goldfish memory. And yet the
assholes pulled this in the most deliberate fashion. Their usual
strategy to fuck with me like this is to create some issues, e.g., being
late, and frazz the shit out of me and use this as the nominal reason for "forgetting"
something that was so plainly obvious.
And in keeping
with this forced "forget" stunt of not taking my cell phone to work,
they nearly always have someone phone me while the phone sits unattended
at my residence, who then gets voice mail, leaving a message, all
to force protracted contact (if at all) with the person who left the
message. That is, to cause rounds of phone tag, usually going on for
days, (often over a weekend, like this instance) before an actual real-time phone conversation occurs. Sure enough,
the prospective employer phones on Monday and leaves a message, name
and phone number. I phone early the next day and no answer, so I leave a
message. As it "happened" I was working only 500m from this same
prospective employer, and I stopped by there after work, explained my
phone tag problem to the polite tasting room person who phoned for the
same person, but again, he wasn't answering his phone. Now two days
after the person called, still no response.
Like WTF;
what is the fucking point of jerking my ass around as to when I carry my
phone on my person just so I miss a call on a day when it was totally expectable? I get 2-4 calls a week at
best, and this would of been an expected call on this day, and it just
so "happens" I get nailed with a severe and never-before case of goldfish memory neural
intrusion just to fuck up this whole episode and protract real time
contact. (Yet to be fulfilled). Which is what they have done repeatedly all my existence. That I am pissed is an understatement, and it being so obvious makes it worse.
And in
case you think I am prone to phone-forgetting, I am not. Sure, maybe
twice per work season/year, and this is the first instance this year (as
I recall). So here I am, waiting for an important call on this very
day, and I get nailed with a "forget" just so I miss the call. Thanks
a bunch assholes.
Other related games of forced phone-tag (or delayed contact initiation) is for them to mess with my phone so it rings off just when I grasp it, not touching any of the highly inconveniently placed buttons or touch screen in the process. Another is to find that I had a call with no ringing, just a message some hours later. Also dropping the phone (forced fumbling) just as I am picking it up is another one of their stunts, which suddenly rings off. I have no concept why a multi-billion dollar budgeted human harassment and nonconsensual experimentation agency has a need to fuck with me over answering a phone, but they have been absolutely relentless and consistent about this ever since they intruded and went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
09-12-2019
Well, it seems that my above analysis of my extended water-in-the-ear was incorrect. The sensation of ringing and something in my R ear continued all day today, along with an elevation of body temperature. So.... the bastards gave me an ear infection, again playing fake-out, and having me think it was one condition, when it was another. I have never had an ear infection before, so forgive me in thinking it was a regular post-swimming outcome. I hope the infection subsides and I don't need to do a round of antibiotics, another perp interest that I have come to learn. Add that one to the list of Never-Befores, because in some 13 years of fitness swimming, 3x/week, I have never had an ear infection. I go once after an absence from swimming, and what "happens"? I get an ear infection from my first visit. Well done assholes.
Putting in vineyard trellis posts today; the holes were dug by a machine thankfully, as the ground is hard and full of rocks. It was my job to use the level and ensure that the posts were plumb and aligned and then I filled and packed the hole, keeping the post still plumb. All was good, and only one ornery post just wouldn't go plumb.
The above mentioned prospective job interest turned out to be a big nothing; the winery doesn't need any more staff. Well, it seemed they did four days ago, but the next business day after, they didn't. Expect me to believe that given the number of fake-outs, futility missions and related fuckery I have been through these past 17 years of this relentless abuse-athon? And I do find it interesting, this case being one, where "no prior experience needed" is stated in the posting, and I have plenty of experience and I don't even get an interview. Or even an expression of future interest, say, "how about you come by so we can talk about vineyard (not winery) work for 01-2020?" Nope; that shit never happens, and it doesn't matter how starved the winery and grape growing industry is of competent and loyal workers, they either don't think 4 months ahead, or else someone is jerking their chain IMHO. I suspect it is the latter, as they indicated in the ad that there may be future employment in the new year after the harvest is done, end of 10-2019. So much for that.
09-13-2019
Another round of job prospect fuckery made itself plain this morning. I get a text from somebody I didn't know from my former employer on the construction site last year. The job finished up back in 12-2019, but a second renovation phase of the extant building was begun this year. I asked around with former co-workers, if the company gets the job, and if they need a laborer, give me a call. Nada. And today, by way of inadvertent text message I learn that my pissy Russian co-worker got the job. Nice, huh? (For the record, I did reply to the inadvertent text to ensure they sent it to wrong person, and didn't get the name wrong). Not even an interview for crissakes.
Onto the doctor today to get my R ear looked at; a 30 minute wait in the office, not so bad as these walk-in clinics go and no major freak show specimens (Unfavoreds) in the waiting area. He flushed my ear with lots of warm water, but nothing came out. So.... yet more antibiotics, which just pisses me off no end. The Psychopaths have been exploiting their use as a reason to create other (embarrassing) problems, and I was sincerely hoping that I was done with this act, as the the last three years I have been least 3x/year. And lo, just when the side-effects clear up, why, another fucking round of antibiotics. Lets see; I have had antibiotics in me, on my skin, on my R big toe, in my eye, and now in my ear. Aren't we done this one yet?
The MS-Magicware was enacted earlier, and lo, if the audio wasn't working again, all day. But, in the evening, after returning from the grocery store, (and a busy gangstalking time it was, with one Fuckwit on multiple staring passes), I come home to put on some movie streaming, and lo, if MS didn't pull another install and killed the audio. Call it another one of those senseless and relentless perp dashed expectations stunts, one of the many forms of the managed and intensified adversity that suddenly erupted 04-2002 and hasn't let up.
I saw an interesting construction job advertised about three days ago. And just like last week, "somehow" I didn't pull it together and get a resume and response off until late this afternoon (Friday). Which is the identical timing and circumstance of responding the above mentioned winery harvest job. So what is the point of the assholes running interference so that they delay my job ad responses so they "hang" over the weekend? This is a specific example, but they pull this shit all the time, or else flat out block me altogether, or else pull the ad prematurely. I don't get it; why does some insane organization who I don't know, need to run interference, or otherwise delay, just about every plan or intention I ever make? And if it has suddenly intensified since 04-2002 when they first went berserk/overt, then it isn't ADD in the least.
09-15-2019
A landscape job with the owner of a vineyard, and my former employer, yesterday. Some light rain, enough for us to put things under cover and get rain jackets on and then it backed off. I cannot possibly estimate the number of these inconvenient-but-short weather changes that force these temporary changes in clothing (as in putting on rain gear), but I reckon that these have tripled since the onset of this abuse-athon in 04-2002.
It was a roundelay of tasks yesterday; landscaping, then loading the pickup truck with it and additional garbage, then lopping off overhanging branches over the driveway, debris removing with the leaf blower, cutting a weed stump with a chainsaw and then applying herbicide, re-organizing the pickup load and then taking the truck to the landfill and doing a tour of the differing dump piles; glass and cardboard recycle, metals, vegetation piles and finally the refuse. As regular readers will know, this was quite a whirlwind tour of all Psychpath/Perp favorite tasks and activities; and especially the landfilll. They just cannot get enough of me visiting landfills and traversing and dumping in the various piles. Don't ask why, as I don't know.
The vegetative material has long been a gangstalking prop from the get go though, starting in 04-2002 even. The sudden predominance of landscaping vehicles packing vegetative matter such as lawn clippings, shrub cutting etc. didn't go unnoticed then, and they are still at it. And having me work in farm and vineyards these past 11 years likely serves the same purpose, though I don't know what.
Rain all day today, which is very unusual, and that kept me from going hiking. I later went to Oliver to pick up 4lb of basil for pesto making, and the vehicular gangstalking scene seemed rather heavy for that time. Nothing dangerous or outrageous thankfully.
Enough for a posting I reckon and to call this one done.
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Sunday, September 15, 2019
Sunday, April 09, 2017
New Crown
04-04-2017
My new tooth crown was fitted today, amounting to a $1350 bill in total. The dentist had some trouble fitting it in and hovered over me at length to get it adjusted. She was attempting to install it without freezing, but that didn't work, and so a delay over that as well, waiting for the anesthetic agent to kick in. Said tooth represents nearly the last of the infernal mercury amalgam fillings that I was nailed with from the 1960's. One more small amalgam filling that the dentist says is "stable" that will be $230 to fill with their current resin technology filling material. Sometimes I think they should have a billing meter overhead on the ceiling of the dentist's office so one can see how fast it is adding up. Kind of like those government deficit counters one sees in many places, and online of course. In that unlikely event, I am sure the dentist would do more reaching over me than ever to block such billing visibility.
And in the process I see that she got a wonderful tan over spring break. The perps like sending their abettors to get brown, hence the guy that started at work for a week and then took a week off to get a tan in Mexico. No wonder they like to place Mexican farm workers near me. And all the better they can have their abettors get close and touch me in the course of their professional duties. Even more than a hair stylist.
The dental appointment was for 1300h, and so was able to return to vineyard work. And the perps pulled a massive weather change when I arrived back. The morning was warm but overcast, but when I got back the wind was blowing at least 40kph and it was cold. Back on with the ski jacket. No rain thankfully.
At the end of the day on my way back there was a massive vehicular gangstalking, and they also had two white colored helicopters on patrol, even keeping them aloft for me to "happen" to see them from inside my place once back. One was a EC 135, and the other was an AStar, also made by EC (Euro Copter), circulating overhead.
This evening I was lured out to talk to a former work mate who is also in the headphone distribution business. I tried two models, and naturally, liked the most expensive (by 3x) pair. I shall have to reconsider my new headphone "need", as always, perp planted, orchestrated and governed. And my history, again, highly governed, orchestrated and sabotaged, with headphones is that they "somehow" fall apart and need repairs. That goes back 40 years. And who knows, it could all be a ruse to have me go out with my new crown (read, electromagnetic properties) and put new electromagnetic devices (headphones) on my head. The perps like to lure me away from my place at certain times, and holding a day job won't do it all the time for them.
04-05-2017
Just finished reading, "The Man Without a Face: the Unlikely Rise of Vladimir Putin" by Masha Gessen. What a book, and a great insight on all what ails Russia, and of course, the central personality who reigns there. And the nasty retributive politics are quite something out of this Western world. A sobering reminder of how the thin veneer of civility we have. And what a perp heaven Russia must be; demonstrations, detentions, summarily shutting down businesses and all that chaos and disruption they so like. And too, the past "collectivization" of Soviet Union where ownership was stripped from individuals and companies; the perps just love to manipulate (and monitor) ownership, and related to that, financial transactions. By my reckoning, it has been one VERY costly non-consensual human experiment, and it is still going on, just not as visible.
Another day of tying down vines, and plenty of perp fuckery to go with it; pulling the tying tool from my hands at least 10x, and pulling the wire or cane from my hand, breaking the wire (if it gets too twisted up), tangling the wire, knocking buds off the cane, freezing up my fingers and very often, one hassle followed by another by another. Fuckery and sabotage is best delivered (from the perps' insane abusive perspective), in threes or fours; drop the tool, break the wire, have the cane flip out from one's hands etc. The more fine motor control task actions, the more sabotage and thereby, greater victim (me) infuriation can be inflicted.
And windy and cold most of the day; still ski coat and toque weather. Though the toque thing is likely to discourage me from wearing headphones and listening to music all day. The perps have put on a concerted effort to disrupt music listening over the nearly 15 years of this abusive hell. They can drop the volume level of the player by remote means; possibly for the purpose of limiting the electromagnetic activity at one's head, or whatever other remote neural monitoring fuckery they are up to. There is no question they like to use music to map deeper into the human brain, all the way to psychic levels I would posit.
04-06-2017
Light rain at the vineyard, getting heavier all of a sudden after lunch. Some coffee and doughnuts were planned for 1200h, just at lunch break, but that got delayed. So... I put my blue rain pants on at the end of lunch break and lo, if all four of the other crew members didn't get a text to say that come to the winery where the coffee and doughnuts are and wait out the rain. They told me on the way back. I wasn't the first time I have been left out of the loop on a crew job, just me, and it won't be the last. (See below).
And it is the third time in three in the last year, where I put on the rain pants and the job gets stopped. Too much rain for vineyard workers apparently, though from my forestry background I find this laughable. So we sit and chat in the winery for 20 minutes with the coffee and doughnuts with the gorgeous woman (dressed in a light brown coat) who runs the tasting room, as she delivered them. But as the rain is keeping up, the crew boss decides to stop work for the afternoon and we are to make up the time on Saturday. So... what is it about wearing these blue rain pants, (or any), that the perps need to stop the job? In this case they added brown liquid (coffee) and brown glazed doughnuts, along with the brown coated feminine visage. Not forgetting that I drove home afterward in my brown interior-ed vehicle. And two more laughers; two broadside in traffic stunts on the way home. The Fuckwit that proceeds to cross the street with his pick up truck and stops in mid-street as there is nowhere for him to go. I was about to take a picture of this fantastic idiocy and "somehow" the perps fumbled my fingers and had the screen die out, and lo, the traffic finally moved on. Only a block later another Fuckwit in a pick up pulls the same deal, this time on a back street, causing me to wait in mid-street until the idiot show finds his driveway.
A phone call from an E. Indian (from India that is), interested in my Toyota Camry for sale. First it is meet in two days at my place, then her "friends" can meet me this afternoon, but I said that I would be going out shopping and could she confirm when this would happen. Then in the next call, "since you are going shopping can me meet at a store", though not in those words as her English was mediocre. I get another call, and so it is for sure, and I tell her three times it is the west side of the SOF parking lot. I drive there for the appointed time, and what a holy vehicular gangstalking it is, and with plenty of pit-lamping headlights that is all the rage of late. I am waiting in the parking lot and for some mysterious reason a 22' white public transit bus pulls into the parking stalls, only two away and sits there for five minutes. Like WTF; there is a proper bus stop with a passenger shelter in the parking lot within our respective sightlines, and here this deranged driver (it seems to me) situates a passenger bus in the public parking lot for no apparent reason. No passengers to get on or off or other seeming genuine purpose. He eventually departs and within a few minutes I see three E. Indians wandering around in the parking lot on their cell phone, and sure enough, I get a call from them. One has a red jacket on, another yellow, and the third a mid-grey hoodie with orange stripes. Talk about a perp-made set up; how many times have I lamented the extra-obvious bright red and yellow color combinations, and here they send a neutral colored one into the mix. They look at the vehicle, the grey hoodie one sits in it and starts it up, and they jabber away in Punjabi. After ten minutes, and after refusing my offer for them to drive it, they say they will phone me tomorrow. As in no sale, having not even driven it for crissakes. So what was that all about? Meet the brown skinned people after the prerequisite wait time after having coffee (per above), and/or prior driving in a brown interior vehicle? Another ridiculous brownstalking stunt IMHO.
Then onto SOF, with the three E. Indians leading me into the mall having parked on the west side, but not into the SOF supermarket thankfully. And as it "happened" there was a major ambulatory cluster fuck inside SOF as they were opening their wine section for the very first day. I never go shopping there at 1645h; 2000h or later when there is much less gangstallking action. Even the security guard there, (a ridiculous arrangement for a store section opening IMHO), got into the act by adroitly stepping into my path without having seen me coming. Somehow the fuckers just know when to step in my way sight unseen while I am noiselessly approaching. And this perp-patented move suddenly erupted 04-2002 and hasn't let up. Which is why I never go out to busy places as it "happens" every time. Sooo... I got sucked into a no-seeming vehicle sale in mid-afternoon, after being let off work early, and then into a store during the height of its busy time, extra busy in fact with the opening of the wine section, all seeming to continue the "brown action" in human form, after getting set up with ingested liquid brown coffee.
Then another visit to another grocery store as SOF's grocery section sucks so bad, and plenty more in-store gangstalking there, and then into the parking lot where trains of vehicles suddenly arrived to clusterfuck me in attempting to leave the parking lot. Then more vehicular gangstalking trains on the way home. Then to top it off, the back-alley perp station (house) started up their infernal HD motorcycles again, this time three of them (up from the usual two). Then at least four more rounds of this racket over the next hour when making dinner, also another high perp fuckover event.
04-07-2017
Rain this morning, enough to have work cancelled. Which means it must be made up on the weekend. Which means it screws with my part time weekend work plans. Well done.
To fill in the time I decide to go to the tanning salon as I "forgot" for the past two weeks. And lo, if they didn't put a white boom truck backing out onto the street ahead of me, in the next residential block. A major vehicular gangstalk scene on the way, and another white boom truck when I turned into the plaza. First he was N bound and in my way, and I had to wait. Once I parked, he "happened" to be S bound and again, forced me to wait near my vehicle until he completed his back-and-forth in front of me. Why these heavy vehicles are so important to the gangstalking scene is beyond me. In fact, it is any dense material load/object. Once they arranged a Fuckwit on the street towing a pallet jack with a safe strapped to it. Absurd as it is consistent.
Then in the tanning salon two shiftless males were loitering there, putting on the faux nonchalance. Extra obvious Fuckwits for whatever reason. Perhaps they want to register my loathing of males doing squat, a long running theme it seems. At least they didn't jointly close in on me, another patented Fuckwit trait.
The boss man asked if I could start work at 1200h as the rain had abated and I said yes. So I hurried home, made lunch and then set off to work. By then it was pissing rain again. One other worker was there, waiting in his vehicle for some strange reason, until I got out. Anyhow, even with the rain dissipating, and then coming back in an hour, we got an afternoon's work done. All this disruption over having me get a tan before going to work. For the perps it must be priceless data.
The E. Indians didn't phone back about my Camry for sale, so it would seems yesterday's red-yellow clothing on brown people clown show was the real purpose. If I loathe bright yellows and reds and browns, what could be more interesting from the perps' perspective than having this combination hanging around me and my vehicle, and even sitting in it.
04-08-2017
Worked in the regular vineyard this Saturday, a make-up day for the recent rain outs. And why am I the last to know what the fuck was going on? I was led to believe the make up day would be Sunday, but I also had to make up 1.5 hours for the above mentioned dental appointment, which was arranged to be today. And lo, the other crew members and then the crew boss show up too at 0800h. I ask about the plan, and he tells me today is the make up day. Like WTF; everyone else knew but me. [Update; I got "forgetted" after re-reading the above]. Thankfully I had brought my lunch along, as I was expecting to depart for the part time vineyard job. I will had to phone to make arrangement changes, as today was the only make-up day, and tomorrow I will do the part time job. And what is the perps' obsession over changing appointment times? It "happens" 10x the formal normal rate before all this hell rained down 04-2002, and has never let up.
And what is it about dropping me off lists, mailing lists, accounts etc. that so interests the perps? I cannot count the number of seemingly normal people who dropped me off their email lists where they do blanket send outs. Then Linked In dropped me off without notice. And the latest today is a certain online business dropped me off, finding this out when expecting to order headphones which are on for a killer price. I haven't shopped there for a two years, and lo, if they don't have my account based on the same email address. That took a few attempts to get that figured out. So I delete them from my Payee list for my online banking, and cannot create a new one. Then I phone the bank to get that straightened out. Then I see the "temporary" account is now permanent and they gave me a cryptic password I need to fix. I attempt to get to their site and now the browser has gone into an endless looped fetch so to prevent this new account login. This whole infernal hassle never would of started if they had just left my extant account alone. Or let me update the one I had.
04-09-2017
Sunday, and work at the part time vineyard. A whole six hours, but all the tying down is done. The adjacent road with the plethora of mountain bikers of last week was nearly bereft of the same crowd today, and today's weather was better. Still, I had my ski jacket on all day.
And yet again, the perps were up to their sabotage fuckery; freezing up my fingers, dropping the tool etc. And as usual, this sabotage comes in extra hard when near a row end. It is so consistent, in keeping with the extra gangstalking and vehicle pit-lamping when I change directions and proceed down a new vineyard row.
The perps let me listen to my crappy headphones for part of the afternoon, though resorting to their sabotage of headphone listening again. These headphones got "crappy" in part because the plastic headband broke up all by itself. I fixed them to some extent, but ever since the perps use this as an excuse to pull them off my ears and thereby reduce the listening volume. It never fucking ends. And just what are they going to do to interrupt my headphone listening when I get my new pair? I going to call it now; they will sabotage them and cause them to be sent back for warranty repairs, taking weeks, if not months. We shall see.
Enough trials and tribulations for a week, and time to get this posted.
My new tooth crown was fitted today, amounting to a $1350 bill in total. The dentist had some trouble fitting it in and hovered over me at length to get it adjusted. She was attempting to install it without freezing, but that didn't work, and so a delay over that as well, waiting for the anesthetic agent to kick in. Said tooth represents nearly the last of the infernal mercury amalgam fillings that I was nailed with from the 1960's. One more small amalgam filling that the dentist says is "stable" that will be $230 to fill with their current resin technology filling material. Sometimes I think they should have a billing meter overhead on the ceiling of the dentist's office so one can see how fast it is adding up. Kind of like those government deficit counters one sees in many places, and online of course. In that unlikely event, I am sure the dentist would do more reaching over me than ever to block such billing visibility.
And in the process I see that she got a wonderful tan over spring break. The perps like sending their abettors to get brown, hence the guy that started at work for a week and then took a week off to get a tan in Mexico. No wonder they like to place Mexican farm workers near me. And all the better they can have their abettors get close and touch me in the course of their professional duties. Even more than a hair stylist.
The dental appointment was for 1300h, and so was able to return to vineyard work. And the perps pulled a massive weather change when I arrived back. The morning was warm but overcast, but when I got back the wind was blowing at least 40kph and it was cold. Back on with the ski jacket. No rain thankfully.
At the end of the day on my way back there was a massive vehicular gangstalking, and they also had two white colored helicopters on patrol, even keeping them aloft for me to "happen" to see them from inside my place once back. One was a EC 135, and the other was an AStar, also made by EC (Euro Copter), circulating overhead.
This evening I was lured out to talk to a former work mate who is also in the headphone distribution business. I tried two models, and naturally, liked the most expensive (by 3x) pair. I shall have to reconsider my new headphone "need", as always, perp planted, orchestrated and governed. And my history, again, highly governed, orchestrated and sabotaged, with headphones is that they "somehow" fall apart and need repairs. That goes back 40 years. And who knows, it could all be a ruse to have me go out with my new crown (read, electromagnetic properties) and put new electromagnetic devices (headphones) on my head. The perps like to lure me away from my place at certain times, and holding a day job won't do it all the time for them.
04-05-2017
Just finished reading, "The Man Without a Face: the Unlikely Rise of Vladimir Putin" by Masha Gessen. What a book, and a great insight on all what ails Russia, and of course, the central personality who reigns there. And the nasty retributive politics are quite something out of this Western world. A sobering reminder of how the thin veneer of civility we have. And what a perp heaven Russia must be; demonstrations, detentions, summarily shutting down businesses and all that chaos and disruption they so like. And too, the past "collectivization" of Soviet Union where ownership was stripped from individuals and companies; the perps just love to manipulate (and monitor) ownership, and related to that, financial transactions. By my reckoning, it has been one VERY costly non-consensual human experiment, and it is still going on, just not as visible.
Another day of tying down vines, and plenty of perp fuckery to go with it; pulling the tying tool from my hands at least 10x, and pulling the wire or cane from my hand, breaking the wire (if it gets too twisted up), tangling the wire, knocking buds off the cane, freezing up my fingers and very often, one hassle followed by another by another. Fuckery and sabotage is best delivered (from the perps' insane abusive perspective), in threes or fours; drop the tool, break the wire, have the cane flip out from one's hands etc. The more fine motor control task actions, the more sabotage and thereby, greater victim (me) infuriation can be inflicted.
And windy and cold most of the day; still ski coat and toque weather. Though the toque thing is likely to discourage me from wearing headphones and listening to music all day. The perps have put on a concerted effort to disrupt music listening over the nearly 15 years of this abusive hell. They can drop the volume level of the player by remote means; possibly for the purpose of limiting the electromagnetic activity at one's head, or whatever other remote neural monitoring fuckery they are up to. There is no question they like to use music to map deeper into the human brain, all the way to psychic levels I would posit.
04-06-2017
Light rain at the vineyard, getting heavier all of a sudden after lunch. Some coffee and doughnuts were planned for 1200h, just at lunch break, but that got delayed. So... I put my blue rain pants on at the end of lunch break and lo, if all four of the other crew members didn't get a text to say that come to the winery where the coffee and doughnuts are and wait out the rain. They told me on the way back. I wasn't the first time I have been left out of the loop on a crew job, just me, and it won't be the last. (See below).
And it is the third time in three in the last year, where I put on the rain pants and the job gets stopped. Too much rain for vineyard workers apparently, though from my forestry background I find this laughable. So we sit and chat in the winery for 20 minutes with the coffee and doughnuts with the gorgeous woman (dressed in a light brown coat) who runs the tasting room, as she delivered them. But as the rain is keeping up, the crew boss decides to stop work for the afternoon and we are to make up the time on Saturday. So... what is it about wearing these blue rain pants, (or any), that the perps need to stop the job? In this case they added brown liquid (coffee) and brown glazed doughnuts, along with the brown coated feminine visage. Not forgetting that I drove home afterward in my brown interior-ed vehicle. And two more laughers; two broadside in traffic stunts on the way home. The Fuckwit that proceeds to cross the street with his pick up truck and stops in mid-street as there is nowhere for him to go. I was about to take a picture of this fantastic idiocy and "somehow" the perps fumbled my fingers and had the screen die out, and lo, the traffic finally moved on. Only a block later another Fuckwit in a pick up pulls the same deal, this time on a back street, causing me to wait in mid-street until the idiot show finds his driveway.
A phone call from an E. Indian (from India that is), interested in my Toyota Camry for sale. First it is meet in two days at my place, then her "friends" can meet me this afternoon, but I said that I would be going out shopping and could she confirm when this would happen. Then in the next call, "since you are going shopping can me meet at a store", though not in those words as her English was mediocre. I get another call, and so it is for sure, and I tell her three times it is the west side of the SOF parking lot. I drive there for the appointed time, and what a holy vehicular gangstalking it is, and with plenty of pit-lamping headlights that is all the rage of late. I am waiting in the parking lot and for some mysterious reason a 22' white public transit bus pulls into the parking stalls, only two away and sits there for five minutes. Like WTF; there is a proper bus stop with a passenger shelter in the parking lot within our respective sightlines, and here this deranged driver (it seems to me) situates a passenger bus in the public parking lot for no apparent reason. No passengers to get on or off or other seeming genuine purpose. He eventually departs and within a few minutes I see three E. Indians wandering around in the parking lot on their cell phone, and sure enough, I get a call from them. One has a red jacket on, another yellow, and the third a mid-grey hoodie with orange stripes. Talk about a perp-made set up; how many times have I lamented the extra-obvious bright red and yellow color combinations, and here they send a neutral colored one into the mix. They look at the vehicle, the grey hoodie one sits in it and starts it up, and they jabber away in Punjabi. After ten minutes, and after refusing my offer for them to drive it, they say they will phone me tomorrow. As in no sale, having not even driven it for crissakes. So what was that all about? Meet the brown skinned people after the prerequisite wait time after having coffee (per above), and/or prior driving in a brown interior vehicle? Another ridiculous brownstalking stunt IMHO.
Then onto SOF, with the three E. Indians leading me into the mall having parked on the west side, but not into the SOF supermarket thankfully. And as it "happened" there was a major ambulatory cluster fuck inside SOF as they were opening their wine section for the very first day. I never go shopping there at 1645h; 2000h or later when there is much less gangstallking action. Even the security guard there, (a ridiculous arrangement for a store section opening IMHO), got into the act by adroitly stepping into my path without having seen me coming. Somehow the fuckers just know when to step in my way sight unseen while I am noiselessly approaching. And this perp-patented move suddenly erupted 04-2002 and hasn't let up. Which is why I never go out to busy places as it "happens" every time. Sooo... I got sucked into a no-seeming vehicle sale in mid-afternoon, after being let off work early, and then into a store during the height of its busy time, extra busy in fact with the opening of the wine section, all seeming to continue the "brown action" in human form, after getting set up with ingested liquid brown coffee.
Then another visit to another grocery store as SOF's grocery section sucks so bad, and plenty more in-store gangstalking there, and then into the parking lot where trains of vehicles suddenly arrived to clusterfuck me in attempting to leave the parking lot. Then more vehicular gangstalking trains on the way home. Then to top it off, the back-alley perp station (house) started up their infernal HD motorcycles again, this time three of them (up from the usual two). Then at least four more rounds of this racket over the next hour when making dinner, also another high perp fuckover event.
04-07-2017
Rain this morning, enough to have work cancelled. Which means it must be made up on the weekend. Which means it screws with my part time weekend work plans. Well done.
To fill in the time I decide to go to the tanning salon as I "forgot" for the past two weeks. And lo, if they didn't put a white boom truck backing out onto the street ahead of me, in the next residential block. A major vehicular gangstalk scene on the way, and another white boom truck when I turned into the plaza. First he was N bound and in my way, and I had to wait. Once I parked, he "happened" to be S bound and again, forced me to wait near my vehicle until he completed his back-and-forth in front of me. Why these heavy vehicles are so important to the gangstalking scene is beyond me. In fact, it is any dense material load/object. Once they arranged a Fuckwit on the street towing a pallet jack with a safe strapped to it. Absurd as it is consistent.
Then in the tanning salon two shiftless males were loitering there, putting on the faux nonchalance. Extra obvious Fuckwits for whatever reason. Perhaps they want to register my loathing of males doing squat, a long running theme it seems. At least they didn't jointly close in on me, another patented Fuckwit trait.
The boss man asked if I could start work at 1200h as the rain had abated and I said yes. So I hurried home, made lunch and then set off to work. By then it was pissing rain again. One other worker was there, waiting in his vehicle for some strange reason, until I got out. Anyhow, even with the rain dissipating, and then coming back in an hour, we got an afternoon's work done. All this disruption over having me get a tan before going to work. For the perps it must be priceless data.
The E. Indians didn't phone back about my Camry for sale, so it would seems yesterday's red-yellow clothing on brown people clown show was the real purpose. If I loathe bright yellows and reds and browns, what could be more interesting from the perps' perspective than having this combination hanging around me and my vehicle, and even sitting in it.
04-08-2017
Worked in the regular vineyard this Saturday, a make-up day for the recent rain outs. And why am I the last to know what the fuck was going on? I was led to believe the make up day would be Sunday, but I also had to make up 1.5 hours for the above mentioned dental appointment, which was arranged to be today. And lo, the other crew members and then the crew boss show up too at 0800h. I ask about the plan, and he tells me today is the make up day. Like WTF; everyone else knew but me. [Update; I got "forgetted" after re-reading the above]. Thankfully I had brought my lunch along, as I was expecting to depart for the part time vineyard job. I will had to phone to make arrangement changes, as today was the only make-up day, and tomorrow I will do the part time job. And what is the perps' obsession over changing appointment times? It "happens" 10x the formal normal rate before all this hell rained down 04-2002, and has never let up.
And what is it about dropping me off lists, mailing lists, accounts etc. that so interests the perps? I cannot count the number of seemingly normal people who dropped me off their email lists where they do blanket send outs. Then Linked In dropped me off without notice. And the latest today is a certain online business dropped me off, finding this out when expecting to order headphones which are on for a killer price. I haven't shopped there for a two years, and lo, if they don't have my account based on the same email address. That took a few attempts to get that figured out. So I delete them from my Payee list for my online banking, and cannot create a new one. Then I phone the bank to get that straightened out. Then I see the "temporary" account is now permanent and they gave me a cryptic password I need to fix. I attempt to get to their site and now the browser has gone into an endless looped fetch so to prevent this new account login. This whole infernal hassle never would of started if they had just left my extant account alone. Or let me update the one I had.
04-09-2017
Sunday, and work at the part time vineyard. A whole six hours, but all the tying down is done. The adjacent road with the plethora of mountain bikers of last week was nearly bereft of the same crowd today, and today's weather was better. Still, I had my ski jacket on all day.
And yet again, the perps were up to their sabotage fuckery; freezing up my fingers, dropping the tool etc. And as usual, this sabotage comes in extra hard when near a row end. It is so consistent, in keeping with the extra gangstalking and vehicle pit-lamping when I change directions and proceed down a new vineyard row.
The perps let me listen to my crappy headphones for part of the afternoon, though resorting to their sabotage of headphone listening again. These headphones got "crappy" in part because the plastic headband broke up all by itself. I fixed them to some extent, but ever since the perps use this as an excuse to pull them off my ears and thereby reduce the listening volume. It never fucking ends. And just what are they going to do to interrupt my headphone listening when I get my new pair? I going to call it now; they will sabotage them and cause them to be sent back for warranty repairs, taking weeks, if not months. We shall see.
Enough trials and tribulations for a week, and time to get this posted.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Ambulance for the Post-Yoga Arrival at My Residence
1315h
This is the post Thursday yoga, and what a full-on gangstalking when outbound, even more than when inbound, post-yoga, at 1235h. And lo, if there wasn't an ambulance with flashing red and white lights parked in mid-road outside this building when I arrived back from yoga, and three Fuckwits loitering there, my "greeters". No ambulance personnel, they were said to be on the ninth floor. No big deal, the ballcapped scum dude got out of my way when headed for the stairway, and hike up six floors. Similarly when on the way out, a crouched Fuckwit at the mailboxes reading his mail when I passed by on the stairs.
The flashing white light games have intensified in the past day; two cyclist Fuckwits some 10 min. apart had flashing white LED headlights, set at a strobe frequency to immediately get my attention. And then a baby stroller pushing woman got on the city bus my penultimate bus stop, with flashing LED light fixed to her jacket. How she pulled that off and for what cause was a mystery. But what I haven't yet figured out is why these nightlights are flashing at all; if one has a flashlight in dim light conditons, it gets turned on, and stays on, end of story. But not good enough for the perp fuckers, who seemed to have inserted their agenda into the industrial design realm, by having nightlights on bicycles that strobe. So what is next; vehicles with strobing headlights? This the kind of perp influence activity that goes on in this town; pervasive corruption of product functionality to meet their sick ass agenda. Yesterday, the opposite noisemaker neighbor from the First Feral Family home had one of his living room lights aimed at the front window, beaming at me while doing the landscape weeding for two hours. Once I got cleaned up, and wanted to take a picture of it, why, it wasn't on. All too odd for words.
1405h
A visit from the apartment manager and the plumber to deal with the sideways jetting stem valve in the toilet cistern which created a small leakage on the floor for each flush. And when one is flushing the toilet at least 5x/crap, the water leakage adds up. Not to mention getting sprayed with water when dealing with the many cistern problems like the chain linkage to the flap valve self-kinking to then set me up for opening up the lid, all to get sprayed with the leaking water again. Fun and games with toilets, and totally consistent with the stream of harassment when they first went overt in 04-2002. An in-person Fuckwit in my apartment put a balloon into the toilet as it was being flushed, and that was the opening salvo of the toilet battles that have persisted each time I take a crap since then. (And even more odd that I let the asshole do this, talk about a severe mind-fuck). Think brown, and think perp fuckery, especially where toilets are concerned.
And four rounds of obstruction in sending an email to my two brothers, a first that I sent one to them both. The perps put some kind of odd graphic box with the text inside into the email as it is being composed, forcing at least three rounds of select, cut, paste (into Notepad) to get rid of it. And of course it didn't work, and then it wasn't removed, and then Notepad lost it, though it was still in the paste buffer and on and on. All this erupted after I sent it, but as it "happened" it didn't get sent, and was still in draft. Difficult to convey all this low level, keystroke/mouseclick fuckery at every turn, but there it was, starting on this email, and needing four attempts to send it.
1730h
A late afternoon phone call to a recruiter that left a message and didn't get back, claiming that he deleted my phone message. (So why didn't he call me anyway, as he initiated the phone call exchange in the first place?) He gave me some radical suggestions to revamp my resume and explain the hiatus of 8 years out of the IT employment world. I wasn't allowed to recall that I had tried that and got nowhere, the partial confessional approach of so-called "medical conditions", something I got pissed about, and eliminated from the resume, because it wasn't working. He claimed he didn't notice my IT work hiatus in our phone call, but he had two jobs he wanted me to look at by the end of the interview/phone discussion, and would send me an email. I got on my PC shortly afterward for some five minutes time or so, but became overpowered by sleep, and then had a deep 40 minute nap even if I wasn't sleep deprived. Upon waking up, I had dinner, and then got back online, and have now read his email and resume advice. (Funny how three prior IT recruiters didn't say anything about my resume format, and one employment counsellor didn't give me any advice on addressing or not addressing the employment hiatus in my resume).
And the entire gestalt of employment (or not), is getting on my nerves, as the assholes have fucked me out of looking for the past two weeks, when I had been looking every day before that. They planted the notion that it is all rigged/orchestrated, and that everything in due time, as the guiding rationale for their mind-fuck agenda. Before that, in 04-2010, they fucked me out of studying for the Oracle Certified Professional exams, just when I was coming off a course of Oracle evening classes over the prior six months. All too strange, not to mention exasperating as to why I am getting jerked this way and that, let alone the gardening jobs that seems to be so important. Even the landscape gardening outfits don't respond to my email job applications, so it this orchestrated life gig is a total bum out.
1925h
More permitted (read, planted notions) analysis of the above scenario of the recruiter phone call, the promised email, PC boot up to reveal no email had arrived, and then the sudden onset of sleep for 40 minutes. Could it be that the email was sent while I was sleeping and that in this state, the mind is more remotely accessible, and that the perps wanted to detect some kind of psychic response exactly when the email was sent? Past email games with one recruiter and blatant obstruction of my usual email address, and being on the phone with an E. Indian at the moment the email was sent to her supports this notion. And not forgetting that it was planted by the assholes, as they don't allow me to analytical on my own, should I perturb the Fuckover games/agenda?
2220h
Another two outbound emails obstructed; one to a recruiter, and upon second entry of the draft email, the assholes inserted this graphic into the message, which will likely corrupt its appearence. (The editor header is stripped out, and I have no idea as to what to click to remove it). All for force me to restart composing the message and then send in one go, no saving.
And in another stunt, I compose an email to a TI and Duplessi Orphan colleague, and the fuckers just blatantly stopped in, with some excuses about spam, temporary blocking etc displaying. Like WTF; why cannot I be allowed to send a fucking email to whom I want, when I want without this fucking insane and petty sabotage that is totally fucking senseless?
Enough adversity for one day, onto a First Feral Family visit tomorrow to do cleaning, one of those loathed jobs when it is such a messy place.
This is the post Thursday yoga, and what a full-on gangstalking when outbound, even more than when inbound, post-yoga, at 1235h. And lo, if there wasn't an ambulance with flashing red and white lights parked in mid-road outside this building when I arrived back from yoga, and three Fuckwits loitering there, my "greeters". No ambulance personnel, they were said to be on the ninth floor. No big deal, the ballcapped scum dude got out of my way when headed for the stairway, and hike up six floors. Similarly when on the way out, a crouched Fuckwit at the mailboxes reading his mail when I passed by on the stairs.
The flashing white light games have intensified in the past day; two cyclist Fuckwits some 10 min. apart had flashing white LED headlights, set at a strobe frequency to immediately get my attention. And then a baby stroller pushing woman got on the city bus my penultimate bus stop, with flashing LED light fixed to her jacket. How she pulled that off and for what cause was a mystery. But what I haven't yet figured out is why these nightlights are flashing at all; if one has a flashlight in dim light conditons, it gets turned on, and stays on, end of story. But not good enough for the perp fuckers, who seemed to have inserted their agenda into the industrial design realm, by having nightlights on bicycles that strobe. So what is next; vehicles with strobing headlights? This the kind of perp influence activity that goes on in this town; pervasive corruption of product functionality to meet their sick ass agenda. Yesterday, the opposite noisemaker neighbor from the First Feral Family home had one of his living room lights aimed at the front window, beaming at me while doing the landscape weeding for two hours. Once I got cleaned up, and wanted to take a picture of it, why, it wasn't on. All too odd for words.
1405h
A visit from the apartment manager and the plumber to deal with the sideways jetting stem valve in the toilet cistern which created a small leakage on the floor for each flush. And when one is flushing the toilet at least 5x/crap, the water leakage adds up. Not to mention getting sprayed with water when dealing with the many cistern problems like the chain linkage to the flap valve self-kinking to then set me up for opening up the lid, all to get sprayed with the leaking water again. Fun and games with toilets, and totally consistent with the stream of harassment when they first went overt in 04-2002. An in-person Fuckwit in my apartment put a balloon into the toilet as it was being flushed, and that was the opening salvo of the toilet battles that have persisted each time I take a crap since then. (And even more odd that I let the asshole do this, talk about a severe mind-fuck). Think brown, and think perp fuckery, especially where toilets are concerned.
And four rounds of obstruction in sending an email to my two brothers, a first that I sent one to them both. The perps put some kind of odd graphic box with the text inside into the email as it is being composed, forcing at least three rounds of select, cut, paste (into Notepad) to get rid of it. And of course it didn't work, and then it wasn't removed, and then Notepad lost it, though it was still in the paste buffer and on and on. All this erupted after I sent it, but as it "happened" it didn't get sent, and was still in draft. Difficult to convey all this low level, keystroke/mouseclick fuckery at every turn, but there it was, starting on this email, and needing four attempts to send it.
1730h
A late afternoon phone call to a recruiter that left a message and didn't get back, claiming that he deleted my phone message. (So why didn't he call me anyway, as he initiated the phone call exchange in the first place?) He gave me some radical suggestions to revamp my resume and explain the hiatus of 8 years out of the IT employment world. I wasn't allowed to recall that I had tried that and got nowhere, the partial confessional approach of so-called "medical conditions", something I got pissed about, and eliminated from the resume, because it wasn't working. He claimed he didn't notice my IT work hiatus in our phone call, but he had two jobs he wanted me to look at by the end of the interview/phone discussion, and would send me an email. I got on my PC shortly afterward for some five minutes time or so, but became overpowered by sleep, and then had a deep 40 minute nap even if I wasn't sleep deprived. Upon waking up, I had dinner, and then got back online, and have now read his email and resume advice. (Funny how three prior IT recruiters didn't say anything about my resume format, and one employment counsellor didn't give me any advice on addressing or not addressing the employment hiatus in my resume).
And the entire gestalt of employment (or not), is getting on my nerves, as the assholes have fucked me out of looking for the past two weeks, when I had been looking every day before that. They planted the notion that it is all rigged/orchestrated, and that everything in due time, as the guiding rationale for their mind-fuck agenda. Before that, in 04-2010, they fucked me out of studying for the Oracle Certified Professional exams, just when I was coming off a course of Oracle evening classes over the prior six months. All too strange, not to mention exasperating as to why I am getting jerked this way and that, let alone the gardening jobs that seems to be so important. Even the landscape gardening outfits don't respond to my email job applications, so it this orchestrated life gig is a total bum out.
1925h
More permitted (read, planted notions) analysis of the above scenario of the recruiter phone call, the promised email, PC boot up to reveal no email had arrived, and then the sudden onset of sleep for 40 minutes. Could it be that the email was sent while I was sleeping and that in this state, the mind is more remotely accessible, and that the perps wanted to detect some kind of psychic response exactly when the email was sent? Past email games with one recruiter and blatant obstruction of my usual email address, and being on the phone with an E. Indian at the moment the email was sent to her supports this notion. And not forgetting that it was planted by the assholes, as they don't allow me to analytical on my own, should I perturb the Fuckover games/agenda?
2220h
Another two outbound emails obstructed; one to a recruiter, and upon second entry of the draft email, the assholes inserted this graphic into the message, which will likely corrupt its appearence. (The editor header is stripped out, and I have no idea as to what to click to remove it). All for force me to restart composing the message and then send in one go, no saving.
And in another stunt, I compose an email to a TI and Duplessi Orphan colleague, and the fuckers just blatantly stopped in, with some excuses about spam, temporary blocking etc displaying. Like WTF; why cannot I be allowed to send a fucking email to whom I want, when I want without this fucking insane and petty sabotage that is totally fucking senseless?
Enough adversity for one day, onto a First Feral Family visit tomorrow to do cleaning, one of those loathed jobs when it is such a messy place.
Friday, October 01, 2010
Penultimate Day of 2010 Farm Labor
Sept. 29, 2010
1930h
Exhausted after being rage-fied over 50x since I got in at 1755h. I didn't have my usual posse with me when getting off the bus, just this total Fuckwit Asian dude who decided to dart in my path as I was about to get off at the rear door. He was in the rear of the bus, and should normally exit by the rear door as that was closest, but no, he passes in front of the rear door and in front of me to get to the entrance door of the bus. Go figure; only the gangstalking Fuckwit model explains that bizarre bullshit.
The assholes rage-fied me while making and eating quesadillas, and then when doing the dishes and cleaning the counters. Just an extra dose of the usual telekinetic and teleportation abuse; e.g. crumbs that were cleaned up and sent down the drain arrrive again to be cleaned twice. Othe provocations to rage-fiy me were perception fucks, fake touches, olive oil splatter, dithering my motor control,
The farm work place games are recurring, -the Punjabi starings again. or else posing just where I happen to look. I cleaned up the daffodil bulb processing work area all morning, and then joined the rest of the crew to do weeding in the afternoon. The Punjabis were weeding as welll, and when I arrived to do so, they took off for other work. Somehow they knew to go do something else as no foreman came and directed them to change jobs.
Sept. 30, 2010
2140h
Final day of work; weed pulling all day while the remainder of the crew did their poses and "just stand theres". The perps like me to do planting, weeding, pruning and cutting of plants, so a whole day of it was total excess in IMHO. When I left the crew bus at day's end I said to the driver, whom I knew from last year, "see you next year, maybe", and he said, "next year, yup". Meaning a more affirmative response and of course a definite event. Just what I need to hear, more detail on yet more of this insane abuse for longer term. Though with the FUD agenda, this could be bullshit, though given the perp's tenacity and huge research agenda, I doubt it. Meaning, they are still fucking me around after eight years and are going to make it nine.
The loony Cambodian male of the twosome, aka pair, that have followed me from the first farm job to the second one, and on the bus each working day, distinguished himself for what I hope to be the laqst time. He sat behind me upstairs and then proceeded to thump on the back of my seat, transferring the impact into me. I told him in no uncertain terms that it was highly perturbing and then he says "do you want me to adjust it (the seat)?" Like WTF; the seats are not adjustable on the bus, and he pulls this line off. So again, I loudly tell him to stop pushing or pulling on the seat, just leave it alone. The phrase, "just leave it alone" is often used in the responnse to the perp's rage-fications incursions when in this abuse center/apartment, so can assume they wanted me to use the same words elsewhere, on a moving vehicle. This past week has been marked by other seat thumpers, though not as obvious as the loony Cambodian co-worker.
Oct. 01, 2010
2105h
A FFF visit to take my muddy farm rain gear and hose it down on the concrete patio, then soak it in the utility sink and then launder it. My backpack also got the same treatment, though it was only handwashed with the same detergent and hung out to dr. My vinylk gloves also got laundered, but only later was I allowed to figure out how to flip them inside out and dry without the weeks long effort it was before, mold included.
All that plastics handling of the PVC lined rain gear and then later digging up of long buried plastic sheeting in the rough backyard area I am leveling off got me plenty ofl accompanying loud neighborhood muffler noise, aircraft overflights including the erstwhile SAC bombers (or noise thereof). Often the noise onset or cessation is timed to the instant I let go or pick up plastic.
A city bus trip at 1745h heading into downtown, when most folks are at home. Two negro sentries boarded the bus, one on each side of the aisle, one sitting facing forward, the other transverse.They pretended to not know each other though they got on at the same bus stop, and after four stops they got off together. At least five passengers passed between them, though none of them came to the rear of the bus to "visit me" this time. Past negro proximate Caucasian male passengers have been observed to pointlessly get off their seat at the front, walk past the rear doorway, all to stand in front of me for some three minutes or so, missing some bus stops, and then get off. A "visit the victim" gangstalking, presumably to test me in some way due to the fact that they sat next to the negro and I didn't, some 20' away or so.
And the perps have instilled a huge round of consumer "need" in me; they have me fussed over getting new crockery, a new teapot, a new glass jar to keep my razor in, a new PC toys like a SSD drive, a drive bay insert for playing CD's. DVD's, etc, a label printer, and then other domestic "needs" like new shoes and so on. I reckon they have me lined up for over $800 of "needs" that aren't really needed, except by them. [Postscript; new teapot and jar were ordered, as was crockery and a Kevlar glove for the mandoline slicer acquired three weeks ago. The Antec Multimedia Station was also ordered. Stopping work has become expensive. As always, the perps like to keep me in consumer dreamland, and only some of these imposed "needs" will come to be acquired, even if the notion has been planted in mind for two year or more].
Another postscript; they weakened the cable temples on my eyeglasses, so it looks to be a $150 in repairs or so in the making. And there was no apparent cause or staged event, they just weakened overnight.
Oct. 02, 2010
1155h
There are screaming sirens outside as I type up this entry, and that it penetrates my earmuffs with such a volume doesn't surprise me anymore, because if they want a specific loudness they can prescribe, closed windows and earmuffs be damned.
A downtown wander at 1030h to check out crockery to replace the one bowl and two salad plates that I have, the permitted crockery that made it back from my Seattle move in 2003. "Somehow", of a set of four, two bowls went and two plates went missing. I presume they are in the perp's hands, and are extensively used for parallel testing alongside my use. There was one bowl that was broken in a prior move, so I had three that I expected back, and only got one. Interesting that two of each went missing. The four dinner plates made it back OK, a freebie set from my seeming girlfriend there. But as the color and they type of ceramic are of intense perp interest, and appear to convey properties to the food that is placed on them (daily), one can understand how one's crockery is so highly scrutinized as part of this nonconsensual research agenda.
Another item and color of intest interest to the perps is the color and material type of one's bedding. My matress is a futon version, and is in navy blue with white sheets as part of the new set. Navy blue is a common gangstalker vehicle color, and from what I can gather, offers some kind of referencing when I am out and about, especially when on the city bus.
Oct. 05, 2010
A three day stay at the First Feral Family home doing gardening work, always a big deal for the perps. That was Oct. 03 through 04, and it is now Tuesday, and I am back to NOT WORKING again, and now have plenty of time to blog away for the forseeable future as the employment scene is terrible here. Funny that the farm I was working at put an advertisement on the federal government managed job board for five laborers to start Oct. 04 when they laid six of them off Sept. 30, one being me. They already have six work visa Mexicans working there, and two locals, making eight laborers, and they only had seven all last fall, as I was kept on until the end of November. Maybe a scam to make their case that there was no availible workers so to make the case they need yet more Mexicans next year. All very curious, especially when the only way to apply is to phone them. I suspect they would recognize my voice if I tried to get myself re-hired again. Though, as everything I do is scripted, I am sure all contingencies are being managed.
Currently I am getting some kind of thumpy rap music coming through the wall, and lo, if it is at the same volume level when I have my earmuffs on. In other words, the noise attenuation of the earmuffs (hearing protection) is totally defeatable in these targetted circumstances. And the perp know I loathe that vile rap crap most of all, not even according it as musi IMHO.
So, I will get this posting belatedly wrapped up, and start the near daily format tomorrow. Any particular themes for my few readers?
1930h
Exhausted after being rage-fied over 50x since I got in at 1755h. I didn't have my usual posse with me when getting off the bus, just this total Fuckwit Asian dude who decided to dart in my path as I was about to get off at the rear door. He was in the rear of the bus, and should normally exit by the rear door as that was closest, but no, he passes in front of the rear door and in front of me to get to the entrance door of the bus. Go figure; only the gangstalking Fuckwit model explains that bizarre bullshit.
The assholes rage-fied me while making and eating quesadillas, and then when doing the dishes and cleaning the counters. Just an extra dose of the usual telekinetic and teleportation abuse; e.g. crumbs that were cleaned up and sent down the drain arrrive again to be cleaned twice. Othe provocations to rage-fiy me were perception fucks, fake touches, olive oil splatter, dithering my motor control,
The farm work place games are recurring, -the Punjabi starings again. or else posing just where I happen to look. I cleaned up the daffodil bulb processing work area all morning, and then joined the rest of the crew to do weeding in the afternoon. The Punjabis were weeding as welll, and when I arrived to do so, they took off for other work. Somehow they knew to go do something else as no foreman came and directed them to change jobs.
Sept. 30, 2010
2140h
Final day of work; weed pulling all day while the remainder of the crew did their poses and "just stand theres". The perps like me to do planting, weeding, pruning and cutting of plants, so a whole day of it was total excess in IMHO. When I left the crew bus at day's end I said to the driver, whom I knew from last year, "see you next year, maybe", and he said, "next year, yup". Meaning a more affirmative response and of course a definite event. Just what I need to hear, more detail on yet more of this insane abuse for longer term. Though with the FUD agenda, this could be bullshit, though given the perp's tenacity and huge research agenda, I doubt it. Meaning, they are still fucking me around after eight years and are going to make it nine.
The loony Cambodian male of the twosome, aka pair, that have followed me from the first farm job to the second one, and on the bus each working day, distinguished himself for what I hope to be the laqst time. He sat behind me upstairs and then proceeded to thump on the back of my seat, transferring the impact into me. I told him in no uncertain terms that it was highly perturbing and then he says "do you want me to adjust it (the seat)?" Like WTF; the seats are not adjustable on the bus, and he pulls this line off. So again, I loudly tell him to stop pushing or pulling on the seat, just leave it alone. The phrase, "just leave it alone" is often used in the responnse to the perp's rage-fications incursions when in this abuse center/apartment, so can assume they wanted me to use the same words elsewhere, on a moving vehicle. This past week has been marked by other seat thumpers, though not as obvious as the loony Cambodian co-worker.
Oct. 01, 2010
2105h
A FFF visit to take my muddy farm rain gear and hose it down on the concrete patio, then soak it in the utility sink and then launder it. My backpack also got the same treatment, though it was only handwashed with the same detergent and hung out to dr. My vinylk gloves also got laundered, but only later was I allowed to figure out how to flip them inside out and dry without the weeks long effort it was before, mold included.
All that plastics handling of the PVC lined rain gear and then later digging up of long buried plastic sheeting in the rough backyard area I am leveling off got me plenty ofl accompanying loud neighborhood muffler noise, aircraft overflights including the erstwhile SAC bombers (or noise thereof). Often the noise onset or cessation is timed to the instant I let go or pick up plastic.
A city bus trip at 1745h heading into downtown, when most folks are at home. Two negro sentries boarded the bus, one on each side of the aisle, one sitting facing forward, the other transverse.They pretended to not know each other though they got on at the same bus stop, and after four stops they got off together. At least five passengers passed between them, though none of them came to the rear of the bus to "visit me" this time. Past negro proximate Caucasian male passengers have been observed to pointlessly get off their seat at the front, walk past the rear doorway, all to stand in front of me for some three minutes or so, missing some bus stops, and then get off. A "visit the victim" gangstalking, presumably to test me in some way due to the fact that they sat next to the negro and I didn't, some 20' away or so.
And the perps have instilled a huge round of consumer "need" in me; they have me fussed over getting new crockery, a new teapot, a new glass jar to keep my razor in, a new PC toys like a SSD drive, a drive bay insert for playing CD's. DVD's, etc, a label printer, and then other domestic "needs" like new shoes and so on. I reckon they have me lined up for over $800 of "needs" that aren't really needed, except by them. [Postscript; new teapot and jar were ordered, as was crockery and a Kevlar glove for the mandoline slicer acquired three weeks ago. The Antec Multimedia Station was also ordered. Stopping work has become expensive. As always, the perps like to keep me in consumer dreamland, and only some of these imposed "needs" will come to be acquired, even if the notion has been planted in mind for two year or more].
Another postscript; they weakened the cable temples on my eyeglasses, so it looks to be a $150 in repairs or so in the making. And there was no apparent cause or staged event, they just weakened overnight.
Oct. 02, 2010
1155h
There are screaming sirens outside as I type up this entry, and that it penetrates my earmuffs with such a volume doesn't surprise me anymore, because if they want a specific loudness they can prescribe, closed windows and earmuffs be damned.
A downtown wander at 1030h to check out crockery to replace the one bowl and two salad plates that I have, the permitted crockery that made it back from my Seattle move in 2003. "Somehow", of a set of four, two bowls went and two plates went missing. I presume they are in the perp's hands, and are extensively used for parallel testing alongside my use. There was one bowl that was broken in a prior move, so I had three that I expected back, and only got one. Interesting that two of each went missing. The four dinner plates made it back OK, a freebie set from my seeming girlfriend there. But as the color and they type of ceramic are of intense perp interest, and appear to convey properties to the food that is placed on them (daily), one can understand how one's crockery is so highly scrutinized as part of this nonconsensual research agenda.
Another item and color of intest interest to the perps is the color and material type of one's bedding. My matress is a futon version, and is in navy blue with white sheets as part of the new set. Navy blue is a common gangstalker vehicle color, and from what I can gather, offers some kind of referencing when I am out and about, especially when on the city bus.
Oct. 05, 2010
A three day stay at the First Feral Family home doing gardening work, always a big deal for the perps. That was Oct. 03 through 04, and it is now Tuesday, and I am back to NOT WORKING again, and now have plenty of time to blog away for the forseeable future as the employment scene is terrible here. Funny that the farm I was working at put an advertisement on the federal government managed job board for five laborers to start Oct. 04 when they laid six of them off Sept. 30, one being me. They already have six work visa Mexicans working there, and two locals, making eight laborers, and they only had seven all last fall, as I was kept on until the end of November. Maybe a scam to make their case that there was no availible workers so to make the case they need yet more Mexicans next year. All very curious, especially when the only way to apply is to phone them. I suspect they would recognize my voice if I tried to get myself re-hired again. Though, as everything I do is scripted, I am sure all contingencies are being managed.
Currently I am getting some kind of thumpy rap music coming through the wall, and lo, if it is at the same volume level when I have my earmuffs on. In other words, the noise attenuation of the earmuffs (hearing protection) is totally defeatable in these targetted circumstances. And the perp know I loathe that vile rap crap most of all, not even according it as musi IMHO.
So, I will get this posting belatedly wrapped up, and start the near daily format tomorrow. Any particular themes for my few readers?
Monday, November 23, 2009
A Work Week's Worth
11-23-2009, 2130h
The second time I am typing this as it was deleted on me a few minutes ago. These are brief summarizations that fit the harassment theme, e.g. stalking me with petroleum products.
-A tractor trailer gasoline tanker with pup trailer was next to the bus waiting in traffic on my side of the bus, some 2' away from the window, and then the same tanker reprised again 1.5 hours later when doing my farm labor job at the area overlooking over the busy highway #17 from the farm kale patch. It could be a coincidence, but that notion has been roundly dispelled for the last seven years of overt abuse, and the perp's petroleum products obsession is unrelenting.
-The military Sea King "regular" chopper they like to put on did at least four flybys when harvesting cabbages in the cabbage patch, with plenty of blackish emanations from it, plus a bright cluster plasma spatter pattern off of its tail for a second or two. Never have I seen such "dedication" by our Canadian armed forces, putting this aircraft on back and forth duty and originating from a civilian airport, Victoria International. I suppose if I made any enquiries as to what the helicopter was doing there so often I might be labelled a terrorist under the new expanded civil rights impairing version of this term.
-And relentless coverage by headlights, aka pit-lamping, aimed at me all day long when in the cabbage fields. Even if some 400' away, one can be sure that if high beams are on, they are aimed at me. The farm bordering houses also keep their outdoor lights on all day long.
-and a major confluence of co-worker gangstalker action when I returned from the cabbage field at near 1630h (dusk onset), getting out of the vehicle with my dayglo orange rain jacket on (with high viz reflectors), along with a fool's errand job to send my outside again to pointlessly repeat of my tracks through the building doorway and the concrete to asphalt interface of the ground surfaces.
-Major shit games at 0630h this morning before setting off, and unheard of time for me to take a crap, another never-before.
-They kept me awake for at least two hours before getting to sleep last night, though it seemed like longer.
11-25-2009
A very heavy harassment evening since getting back from the farm labor job; 20 rage-ifications, some over making me wobble over on one foot when walking straight to my backpack that was on the floor. It rained all afternoon, and I was outside working in it with my dayglo raincoat on and the hood up, the last being a rare event. The use of dayglo colors for gangstalkers and props has gone up considerably in the past two weeks, as I have been wearing my dayglo raincoat more often. I still get plenty of helicopter action, some 12 passes today of the extra dark colored Sea King, a military helicopter. As usual, blackish emanations come from it, some also spread miles wide at a near horizontal angle. Not all the beams from the helicopter are directed at me, some seem to be a wide area dispersion exercise.
And quite an increase in red colored vehicles, especially at the dusk onset. The foreman with whom I get a ride into downtown three days a week a the end of the work day was wearing his dayglo orange raincoat while driving, and kept following a red vehicle that was hitting the brakes too often, but he didn't attempt to pass the Fuckwit like I would of. My cardinal rule of driving is to safely pass any mentally perturbed or otherwise erratic driver, of which I get a considerable number since the abuse went overt in 2002.
11-26-2009
2200h
Another emergency vehicle light show when homebound on the bus. Over eight police vehicles pulling all vehicles over, including the bus, located under a bridge. Nearly every time I am travelling, or on public streets this week there has been at least one red & blue flashing light show, as if an emergency, and even when walking to the bus stop yesterday morning on Fort St. Also when getting a ride with the foreman after a day's work at the farm.
Another, at least the fourth, all babe escort off the bus at the college where I take my evening classes. This is to accompany an Unfavored/freak gangstalker, this time a middle aged male in a yellow anorak (also doing bus view obstructing when I was at the bus stop waiting for the right route) with grey wavy hair -four Unfavored attributes. The babe escort was a little different as they added a negro female who was mildly attractive, but retained the Asian woman who regularly tails me off the bus on Tuesdays and Thursdays for my evening classes. They cluster some 6' apart, walking parallel to me all on my right side, with the Unfavored specimen just outside of them, in the center.
I see that they changed the lighting in the computer lab, consistent with the ongoing lighting changes elsewhere on the same floor. They are florescent bulbs, but have a glare to them I cannot quite explain. They also mounted them in new locations in the ceiling, changing up the lighting of the computer lab room.
Mulching with straw on the beds of the raspberries for the last two days on the farm job. It is loathesome as it is close to the highway and with the attendant coordinated vehicles and extra noise constantly streaming by. Anytime I look up they have coordinated the colors, whites and silver grey vehicle colors with a red one in the center. Not unlike the babe gangstalker formation mentioned above. There were varying deliveries of the straw mulch, some more like hay given the greenish color to it. Some of the straw bales were very blonde, other more yellow toned. And the perps told me that the color of the animal feed, hay usually, was of vital importance to their study of the meat products from the same animals, and by extension, important to their study of me and everything I eat, including my once per week red meat feed at the First Feral Family. There isn't a more unreliable source of information than the perps, but they are accurate sometimes, usually determinable when the gangstalking and harassment has consistent themes.
2130h
And then there was none, as in end of the farm work job today. I figured it was coming by gleaning the obvious from the newspaper ads back in September, but I was hoping for another two weeks to financially recover from my PC upgrade. Another useless back and forth trip; I was told all the paper work was ready but when I went up to the office it wasn't, not until the end of the day. (To prevent me leaving early with a full day's pay). So back downstairs to the warehouse main floor, and my bad news buddies were doing their gangstalking thing again (entrances and exits), and I had the opportunity to tell them the paper work wasn't ready. They didn't seem very apologetic for being totally wrong, nor surprised that it "happened", har, har. So..., back to the millstone around my neck, the line of credit that sucked some $1700 before I got it paid off in September. I got some far-the-wells from my laboring co-workers, though it did seem a little exaggerated, and staged. The Punjabi man who has poor English, but has the most success with me as a translator, said I was a "good guy", so I suppose that was all the affirming credit I was going to get. The supervisors didn't seem too moved to summarize my job performance, but given the highly attritional work environment, that is as good as it gets, lasting some four months.
On the farm I spent the morning doing weeding a 120' raided row of soil next to the busy #17 highway. Later it was plastic sheet cutting with dull scissors as the polyethylene plastic was used for a liner in the fruit picking bins (4' x 4' x 2.5' high), and it hung over the edges when the bins were filled with compost. Apparently, this is to grow fig trees in the greenhouse. It also spells "long term perp experimentation" with the effects of plywood (painted a rusty red) on the fruit of the fig trees. The phenolic resins (adhesives) of plywood are the subject of endless games of perp fuckery, the sillyiest being replacing one third of the ceramic tiles in the elevator with a 2'x1.5' sheet of plywood. There was nothing wrong with the ceramic tile job, but like anything, it has to be morphed into perp games, one being related to phenolic resins. I learned somewhere recently that plants have their own natural phenolic resins, so that might be the reason for the substantial perp interest in differentiating the two sources when one is a pollutant (glues) and the other a natural plant material.
I am being dociled tonight and demotivated such that this won't get posted when it should. They are also rendering me to be restless as well, so not a good evening for deliberative study of all the perp hi-jinx this week, assuming I am allowed to recall them all. (Rare that I am allowed full recall of their recent fuckery).
11-27-2009
2120h
A day of PL/SQL course work, beset by directories not loading, a total Windows XP freeze (even the mouse), incomplete solutions to the labs, and some flakey SQL Developer behavior. Never mind the forced mispellings and the cognitive clobbering I got after lunch for two hours, then it suddenly evaporated. And this a programming language course, not my forte unfortunately, though I wonder if the perps were behind the rather accelerated forgetting and dithering when undertaking this kind of work on behalf of my employer in earlier decades.
A game of suck-n-fuck, aka dashed expectations over visiting the ATM after the bus dropped me off downtown. I saw a queue of some 12 or so at the outside ATM, lined up past the entrance, and me having to slip through the line where the pink clothed child was in a stroller, only to find that the TD Bank had "forgot" to unlock the front doors to the inside ATM's, less than an hour after closing for the day (Saturday). Then I had to recross the queue again. I find it totally absurd to have that many Fuckwits clustered around an ATM that is the only option when shut out of the other two inside, within an hour of the bank closing. The number of pedestrians on the streets of downtown is also very high, as we haven't made it into December yet. Another never-before is the number of Christmas lights and decorations that are now up, at least two weeks earlier than any other Christmas time. And did I say that there are no end of lights being directed at me, and that there are excessive amounts of lighting displays this year?
Here is a link that talks about nanoparticle exposures, pollutants and deleterious nanoparticle effects. The perps have been telling me for at least four years that this is a major bugbear in completing their research on me, aka harassment and abuse. Given that nothing is a coincidence in my life, I thought I would pass on the interesting link, and also my pondering as to how they are working on this, and are they tracing my every neuron to the sub-molecular level? They tell me they are, and it might explain why so many Fuckwits are shaking their plastic bags or other like items in my proximity as well as the plethora of PVC irrigation pipe bearing vehicles that circle me.
Another related theme to the perp's plastics focus is the ingestion of foods that have been watered using various forms of plastic pipes to carry the irrigation water. There is PVC, poly (black colored stuff), and vinyl hoses, and this all seems to be important to them, not to mention the color of the pipe/hose as well.
The second time I am typing this as it was deleted on me a few minutes ago. These are brief summarizations that fit the harassment theme, e.g. stalking me with petroleum products.
-A tractor trailer gasoline tanker with pup trailer was next to the bus waiting in traffic on my side of the bus, some 2' away from the window, and then the same tanker reprised again 1.5 hours later when doing my farm labor job at the area overlooking over the busy highway #17 from the farm kale patch. It could be a coincidence, but that notion has been roundly dispelled for the last seven years of overt abuse, and the perp's petroleum products obsession is unrelenting.
-The military Sea King "regular" chopper they like to put on did at least four flybys when harvesting cabbages in the cabbage patch, with plenty of blackish emanations from it, plus a bright cluster plasma spatter pattern off of its tail for a second or two. Never have I seen such "dedication" by our Canadian armed forces, putting this aircraft on back and forth duty and originating from a civilian airport, Victoria International. I suppose if I made any enquiries as to what the helicopter was doing there so often I might be labelled a terrorist under the new expanded civil rights impairing version of this term.
-And relentless coverage by headlights, aka pit-lamping, aimed at me all day long when in the cabbage fields. Even if some 400' away, one can be sure that if high beams are on, they are aimed at me. The farm bordering houses also keep their outdoor lights on all day long.
-and a major confluence of co-worker gangstalker action when I returned from the cabbage field at near 1630h (dusk onset), getting out of the vehicle with my dayglo orange rain jacket on (with high viz reflectors), along with a fool's errand job to send my outside again to pointlessly repeat of my tracks through the building doorway and the concrete to asphalt interface of the ground surfaces.
-Major shit games at 0630h this morning before setting off, and unheard of time for me to take a crap, another never-before.
-They kept me awake for at least two hours before getting to sleep last night, though it seemed like longer.
11-25-2009
A very heavy harassment evening since getting back from the farm labor job; 20 rage-ifications, some over making me wobble over on one foot when walking straight to my backpack that was on the floor. It rained all afternoon, and I was outside working in it with my dayglo raincoat on and the hood up, the last being a rare event. The use of dayglo colors for gangstalkers and props has gone up considerably in the past two weeks, as I have been wearing my dayglo raincoat more often. I still get plenty of helicopter action, some 12 passes today of the extra dark colored Sea King, a military helicopter. As usual, blackish emanations come from it, some also spread miles wide at a near horizontal angle. Not all the beams from the helicopter are directed at me, some seem to be a wide area dispersion exercise.
And quite an increase in red colored vehicles, especially at the dusk onset. The foreman with whom I get a ride into downtown three days a week a the end of the work day was wearing his dayglo orange raincoat while driving, and kept following a red vehicle that was hitting the brakes too often, but he didn't attempt to pass the Fuckwit like I would of. My cardinal rule of driving is to safely pass any mentally perturbed or otherwise erratic driver, of which I get a considerable number since the abuse went overt in 2002.
11-26-2009
2200h
Another emergency vehicle light show when homebound on the bus. Over eight police vehicles pulling all vehicles over, including the bus, located under a bridge. Nearly every time I am travelling, or on public streets this week there has been at least one red & blue flashing light show, as if an emergency, and even when walking to the bus stop yesterday morning on Fort St. Also when getting a ride with the foreman after a day's work at the farm.
Another, at least the fourth, all babe escort off the bus at the college where I take my evening classes. This is to accompany an Unfavored/freak gangstalker, this time a middle aged male in a yellow anorak (also doing bus view obstructing when I was at the bus stop waiting for the right route) with grey wavy hair -four Unfavored attributes. The babe escort was a little different as they added a negro female who was mildly attractive, but retained the Asian woman who regularly tails me off the bus on Tuesdays and Thursdays for my evening classes. They cluster some 6' apart, walking parallel to me all on my right side, with the Unfavored specimen just outside of them, in the center.
I see that they changed the lighting in the computer lab, consistent with the ongoing lighting changes elsewhere on the same floor. They are florescent bulbs, but have a glare to them I cannot quite explain. They also mounted them in new locations in the ceiling, changing up the lighting of the computer lab room.
Mulching with straw on the beds of the raspberries for the last two days on the farm job. It is loathesome as it is close to the highway and with the attendant coordinated vehicles and extra noise constantly streaming by. Anytime I look up they have coordinated the colors, whites and silver grey vehicle colors with a red one in the center. Not unlike the babe gangstalker formation mentioned above. There were varying deliveries of the straw mulch, some more like hay given the greenish color to it. Some of the straw bales were very blonde, other more yellow toned. And the perps told me that the color of the animal feed, hay usually, was of vital importance to their study of the meat products from the same animals, and by extension, important to their study of me and everything I eat, including my once per week red meat feed at the First Feral Family. There isn't a more unreliable source of information than the perps, but they are accurate sometimes, usually determinable when the gangstalking and harassment has consistent themes.
2130h
And then there was none, as in end of the farm work job today. I figured it was coming by gleaning the obvious from the newspaper ads back in September, but I was hoping for another two weeks to financially recover from my PC upgrade. Another useless back and forth trip; I was told all the paper work was ready but when I went up to the office it wasn't, not until the end of the day. (To prevent me leaving early with a full day's pay). So back downstairs to the warehouse main floor, and my bad news buddies were doing their gangstalking thing again (entrances and exits), and I had the opportunity to tell them the paper work wasn't ready. They didn't seem very apologetic for being totally wrong, nor surprised that it "happened", har, har. So..., back to the millstone around my neck, the line of credit that sucked some $1700 before I got it paid off in September. I got some far-the-wells from my laboring co-workers, though it did seem a little exaggerated, and staged. The Punjabi man who has poor English, but has the most success with me as a translator, said I was a "good guy", so I suppose that was all the affirming credit I was going to get. The supervisors didn't seem too moved to summarize my job performance, but given the highly attritional work environment, that is as good as it gets, lasting some four months.
On the farm I spent the morning doing weeding a 120' raided row of soil next to the busy #17 highway. Later it was plastic sheet cutting with dull scissors as the polyethylene plastic was used for a liner in the fruit picking bins (4' x 4' x 2.5' high), and it hung over the edges when the bins were filled with compost. Apparently, this is to grow fig trees in the greenhouse. It also spells "long term perp experimentation" with the effects of plywood (painted a rusty red) on the fruit of the fig trees. The phenolic resins (adhesives) of plywood are the subject of endless games of perp fuckery, the sillyiest being replacing one third of the ceramic tiles in the elevator with a 2'x1.5' sheet of plywood. There was nothing wrong with the ceramic tile job, but like anything, it has to be morphed into perp games, one being related to phenolic resins. I learned somewhere recently that plants have their own natural phenolic resins, so that might be the reason for the substantial perp interest in differentiating the two sources when one is a pollutant (glues) and the other a natural plant material.
I am being dociled tonight and demotivated such that this won't get posted when it should. They are also rendering me to be restless as well, so not a good evening for deliberative study of all the perp hi-jinx this week, assuming I am allowed to recall them all. (Rare that I am allowed full recall of their recent fuckery).
11-27-2009
2120h
A day of PL/SQL course work, beset by directories not loading, a total Windows XP freeze (even the mouse), incomplete solutions to the labs, and some flakey SQL Developer behavior. Never mind the forced mispellings and the cognitive clobbering I got after lunch for two hours, then it suddenly evaporated. And this a programming language course, not my forte unfortunately, though I wonder if the perps were behind the rather accelerated forgetting and dithering when undertaking this kind of work on behalf of my employer in earlier decades.
A game of suck-n-fuck, aka dashed expectations over visiting the ATM after the bus dropped me off downtown. I saw a queue of some 12 or so at the outside ATM, lined up past the entrance, and me having to slip through the line where the pink clothed child was in a stroller, only to find that the TD Bank had "forgot" to unlock the front doors to the inside ATM's, less than an hour after closing for the day (Saturday). Then I had to recross the queue again. I find it totally absurd to have that many Fuckwits clustered around an ATM that is the only option when shut out of the other two inside, within an hour of the bank closing. The number of pedestrians on the streets of downtown is also very high, as we haven't made it into December yet. Another never-before is the number of Christmas lights and decorations that are now up, at least two weeks earlier than any other Christmas time. And did I say that there are no end of lights being directed at me, and that there are excessive amounts of lighting displays this year?
Here is a link that talks about nanoparticle exposures, pollutants and deleterious nanoparticle effects. The perps have been telling me for at least four years that this is a major bugbear in completing their research on me, aka harassment and abuse. Given that nothing is a coincidence in my life, I thought I would pass on the interesting link, and also my pondering as to how they are working on this, and are they tracing my every neuron to the sub-molecular level? They tell me they are, and it might explain why so many Fuckwits are shaking their plastic bags or other like items in my proximity as well as the plethora of PVC irrigation pipe bearing vehicles that circle me.
Another related theme to the perp's plastics focus is the ingestion of foods that have been watered using various forms of plastic pipes to carry the irrigation water. There is PVC, poly (black colored stuff), and vinyl hoses, and this all seems to be important to them, not to mention the color of the pipe/hose as well.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Towel Mopping
1600h
Isn't it interesting that I have been doing some mopping as part of this janitorial job for an hour each day at a car dealership and that I ended up mopping the bathroom floor with towels? Yessir, the toilet wasn't obviously blocked and lo, if water didn't come spilling over the top again and put the bathroom floor at least 1/4" deep in water. Clean water this time, no backflushed brown water thankfully. And so, the new extra fluffy towels became useful in soaking up the water. One off-white color towel, one mid-blue towel and one navy blue towel that didn't get used; all to be laundered when the washing machine became free. As I wanted to launder the towels right away, I wasn't too surprised that the washing machine "happened" to be busy, thereby creating an extra trip in the hallway for nothing. And so when I did get the washing machine free, and was packing the wet towels in the hallway, why, a Plastic Bag Man was standing at the elevators as I went by, swinging his plastic bags through the space I was to walk through. Been there, done that. For the uninitiated, the Plastic Bag Men, or Women, are gangstalkers who are packing plastic bags in unusual circumstances; e.g. to the grocery store, from a direction where there is no grocery store, miles from any concievable grocery store and the like. I get gangstalked by so many plastic clothed (e.g. Goretex) or plastic bearing gangstalkers that this is a long running theme in my harassment scope.
And unusually, the incessant noise from outside, and even the hallways and faux neighbors has been muted today. We are to get snow later tonight, according to the forecast, so perhaps this is "warm up" of impending greater quietness that is scheduled for tonight and tomorrow.
I did a downtown visit earlier to the ATM and then to the grocery store. It always interesting to see what the gangstalker scene is, and the prominent freaks of the ever present freakshow of Unfavored demographic groups. I see more garish colors today; reds and oranges together, fugly carmine red berets, more red coats with orange packs and vice versa, and then a touque job that tailed me a block ahead of the grocery store, three times in differing locations in the store, and then once more when I was outside on my way back to my apartment. Said male touqued gangstalker had a blue jacket and a partial blue touque with concentric bands of red and yellow at the top. Like a target on top of this head. I haven't ever seen something so gaudy with more mainstream colors in a touque before, but it might have been one of those color leveraging gangstalkers again. This where they use a more pleasant color, even a Favored one, and then put Unfavored colors next to it, either as other garments or spun in the fabric. This is similar to blonde leveraging; taking an attractive female blonde haired woman and pairing her up with fugly males; thuggy boys, rude dudes, negroes, vagrants and others from the Unfavored demographic groups.
Just part of the show, all these freakshow specimens that keep reoccuring each time I step outside. I even had a total blatant gangstalker waiting at the apartment door, and doing nothing but stand there some 12" from the glass and not even offering the usual door service I often get. This same Fuckwit pretends to be a halfwit, and that was his cover story while hanging around behind me in the laundry room two days ago, again, doing nothing while I extracted my laundry from the dryer. This replicated the methods of another gangstalker about a week and a half earlier. Once I got through the apartment building door, and the halfwit stepping aside to allow me to pass through, why, there was the apartment manager also in the lobby, walking toward me and giving me nowhere to go but walking between these two fucking acts. And I am on record in mentioning that building egress is one of the most highly gangstalked locations, right up there with checkouts.
2040h
I am back from the cleaning job and had my usual red dressed gangstalkers about, not to mention a profusion of red vehicles around the garage door where exited. Another weird one from the boss man tonight. I usually arrive 5 minutes early to retrieve the mop bucket and fill it up and add detergent to it. When I arrived early a salesman let me in the front door and the boss man was already there, doing cleaning in one of the sales area offices. I say hello and he answers and I proceed onto getting the mop bucket, but it wasn't there. I did some scouting around, but didn't go in and out of the vehicles crowded around where the fill hose was. Later, when doing the mechanic's washroom I find the bucket stuckbenind a silver-grey pickup and unfilled. So I began to fill it up and the boss man "happens" to come by, and tells me I didn't fill the bucket (at the outset when arriving to work). I tell him I couldn't find it, even though coming early, and he goes "oh".
And of course I wasn't allowed to ask him if he had moved it there (per mindfucking), left it unfilled, and then proceeded to not tell me about having moved it when I arrived. I cannot think why anyone else would move it as it being a Saturday, there aren't that many people in the Service area where it was. This is another example of being set up, and then getting jerked around as to asking the essential questions as to who relocated the mop bucket, and if it was him, why didn't he tell me when I arrived, and why is he asking me about it later when he was the likely perpetrator of hiding it and not filling it up. Just plain fucking bizarre bullshit, and I am never allowed to effectively defend myself and get the causal asshole disrobed, metaphorically speaking.
I had my usual ambulatory posse on my way to work and back again, heavy on red clothing and hats. The Christmas hat wearing has become frequent, and I suppose it is a prime time for adding these oft-presented color combinations in unusual juxtapositions. And it was beginning to snow, and it will probably stick on the ground as it is cold enough. An Arctic front with a north wind is the current weather pattern.
2220h
The noisescape has erupted with a burst of sirens and hallway male voices while I was monitor shopping. The horizontal scrolling on this 15" monitor is getting to be tiresome, and it is likely the perps don't need to play with this anymore, as websites assume a wider format monitor. Both Amazon and IMDB are now spread wider, and are very inconvenient to read with horizontal scrolling back and forth on each line of text. It might "happen" that I decide to purchase on online tonight. I am getting sabotaged in my comparison shopping as the mouse is getting to be slowed down with some kind of mistiming of my action to pointer movement on screen. I am also getting the knee twisting torture which is extremely annoying, so it is either purchase online, or logoff and be done with websurfing tonight. The bottom line is that I cannot figure out the essential differences between LCD monitors going by the specifications as they are nearly all identical.
At any rate, time to call this one done.
Isn't it interesting that I have been doing some mopping as part of this janitorial job for an hour each day at a car dealership and that I ended up mopping the bathroom floor with towels? Yessir, the toilet wasn't obviously blocked and lo, if water didn't come spilling over the top again and put the bathroom floor at least 1/4" deep in water. Clean water this time, no backflushed brown water thankfully. And so, the new extra fluffy towels became useful in soaking up the water. One off-white color towel, one mid-blue towel and one navy blue towel that didn't get used; all to be laundered when the washing machine became free. As I wanted to launder the towels right away, I wasn't too surprised that the washing machine "happened" to be busy, thereby creating an extra trip in the hallway for nothing. And so when I did get the washing machine free, and was packing the wet towels in the hallway, why, a Plastic Bag Man was standing at the elevators as I went by, swinging his plastic bags through the space I was to walk through. Been there, done that. For the uninitiated, the Plastic Bag Men, or Women, are gangstalkers who are packing plastic bags in unusual circumstances; e.g. to the grocery store, from a direction where there is no grocery store, miles from any concievable grocery store and the like. I get gangstalked by so many plastic clothed (e.g. Goretex) or plastic bearing gangstalkers that this is a long running theme in my harassment scope.
And unusually, the incessant noise from outside, and even the hallways and faux neighbors has been muted today. We are to get snow later tonight, according to the forecast, so perhaps this is "warm up" of impending greater quietness that is scheduled for tonight and tomorrow.
I did a downtown visit earlier to the ATM and then to the grocery store. It always interesting to see what the gangstalker scene is, and the prominent freaks of the ever present freakshow of Unfavored demographic groups. I see more garish colors today; reds and oranges together, fugly carmine red berets, more red coats with orange packs and vice versa, and then a touque job that tailed me a block ahead of the grocery store, three times in differing locations in the store, and then once more when I was outside on my way back to my apartment. Said male touqued gangstalker had a blue jacket and a partial blue touque with concentric bands of red and yellow at the top. Like a target on top of this head. I haven't ever seen something so gaudy with more mainstream colors in a touque before, but it might have been one of those color leveraging gangstalkers again. This where they use a more pleasant color, even a Favored one, and then put Unfavored colors next to it, either as other garments or spun in the fabric. This is similar to blonde leveraging; taking an attractive female blonde haired woman and pairing her up with fugly males; thuggy boys, rude dudes, negroes, vagrants and others from the Unfavored demographic groups.
Just part of the show, all these freakshow specimens that keep reoccuring each time I step outside. I even had a total blatant gangstalker waiting at the apartment door, and doing nothing but stand there some 12" from the glass and not even offering the usual door service I often get. This same Fuckwit pretends to be a halfwit, and that was his cover story while hanging around behind me in the laundry room two days ago, again, doing nothing while I extracted my laundry from the dryer. This replicated the methods of another gangstalker about a week and a half earlier. Once I got through the apartment building door, and the halfwit stepping aside to allow me to pass through, why, there was the apartment manager also in the lobby, walking toward me and giving me nowhere to go but walking between these two fucking acts. And I am on record in mentioning that building egress is one of the most highly gangstalked locations, right up there with checkouts.
2040h
I am back from the cleaning job and had my usual red dressed gangstalkers about, not to mention a profusion of red vehicles around the garage door where exited. Another weird one from the boss man tonight. I usually arrive 5 minutes early to retrieve the mop bucket and fill it up and add detergent to it. When I arrived early a salesman let me in the front door and the boss man was already there, doing cleaning in one of the sales area offices. I say hello and he answers and I proceed onto getting the mop bucket, but it wasn't there. I did some scouting around, but didn't go in and out of the vehicles crowded around where the fill hose was. Later, when doing the mechanic's washroom I find the bucket stuckbenind a silver-grey pickup and unfilled. So I began to fill it up and the boss man "happens" to come by, and tells me I didn't fill the bucket (at the outset when arriving to work). I tell him I couldn't find it, even though coming early, and he goes "oh".
And of course I wasn't allowed to ask him if he had moved it there (per mindfucking), left it unfilled, and then proceeded to not tell me about having moved it when I arrived. I cannot think why anyone else would move it as it being a Saturday, there aren't that many people in the Service area where it was. This is another example of being set up, and then getting jerked around as to asking the essential questions as to who relocated the mop bucket, and if it was him, why didn't he tell me when I arrived, and why is he asking me about it later when he was the likely perpetrator of hiding it and not filling it up. Just plain fucking bizarre bullshit, and I am never allowed to effectively defend myself and get the causal asshole disrobed, metaphorically speaking.
I had my usual ambulatory posse on my way to work and back again, heavy on red clothing and hats. The Christmas hat wearing has become frequent, and I suppose it is a prime time for adding these oft-presented color combinations in unusual juxtapositions. And it was beginning to snow, and it will probably stick on the ground as it is cold enough. An Arctic front with a north wind is the current weather pattern.
2220h
The noisescape has erupted with a burst of sirens and hallway male voices while I was monitor shopping. The horizontal scrolling on this 15" monitor is getting to be tiresome, and it is likely the perps don't need to play with this anymore, as websites assume a wider format monitor. Both Amazon and IMDB are now spread wider, and are very inconvenient to read with horizontal scrolling back and forth on each line of text. It might "happen" that I decide to purchase on online tonight. I am getting sabotaged in my comparison shopping as the mouse is getting to be slowed down with some kind of mistiming of my action to pointer movement on screen. I am also getting the knee twisting torture which is extremely annoying, so it is either purchase online, or logoff and be done with websurfing tonight. The bottom line is that I cannot figure out the essential differences between LCD monitors going by the specifications as they are nearly all identical.
At any rate, time to call this one done.
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