10-18-2017
Dull days all round; the weather is gray and cool, (10C daytime), and I am in work limbo until my prostate cancer treatments start next week. The latter will entail an hour's drive to the clinic, and then treatment for all of 20 min. or less, and then drive back.
Yoga was another scene two days ago; no cute bums to gaze at from the back this time. On the way there, I had just finished filling up my vehicle (and paying), and then I also paid for a pass of 10 sessions for yoga. These activities, while sounding terribly dull, are major perp interests. They are silly over petroleum products and their handling, as well as all my financial transactions. Anyhow; they put the heavy tattoo-ed dude on my left at the front, so no one's ass was on show. Then, true to form, at the last instant, with a vacant spot strangely sitting on my R, in comes a new dude without a shirt. And taking a page from my book, here he is hairless, including his arm pits. But that wasn't enough; he had to get close enough to ensure that his hands would extend to my mat, invoking the possibility of hand clash, where each of our extended hands could come into contact. So I spent a whole lot of mental processing the whole session to ensure it did not happen, usually by offsetting my position to ensure it would be unlikely to happen. And he also cranked on the heavy breathing noise all the time. I swear, one day I will get some yoga DVD's and be done with this shit show at yoga. I do like the exercise, and the flexibility it brings, no question. But as to why I need to be "duded" by these put-on freaks and potential incursions is beyond me.
A whole shut-in day yesterday, and no music either.
My last weekly visit to the naturopath for my IV vitamin C today. This to get me ready for radiotherapy, but after 12 visits once per week, there has been no noticeable effect, save bringing up my body temperature to 36.9C, normal, for one day before it drops to an abnormal 36.4C for the rest of the week. And did I mention that dopamine governs thermoregulation, and low dopamine just might be the problem, per ADD as determined by a SPECT scan? I reckon it will be 100 years before the hormonal influence of dopamine will become routine clinical practice. Meanwhile, dopaminergic deficiencies play themselves out every day in every corner of the world in the form of drug addictions, alcoholism.
10-11-2017
Well, the perps decided to add a little excitement, apart from the dipshit males kicking each other in front of my vehicle when parked at the laundromat. They were playful Quebequois dudes seemingly, though nothing is for sure in this rabbit hole. At least they could of used a hacky sack and kick a stupid bean bag to each other.
I got a round of pain in my L hip before lunch, which is not good if one has prostate cancer. Never mind I start my radiotherapy in four days; lets give the victim more punishment before he gets treatment and muddy the waters so he can have more FUD in his life. As if 15 years of being hounded by a psychopathic organization who won't declare themselves isn't enough FUD. Said pain dissipated after 20 minutes of lying down. We shall see where this one goes.
Or was the above pain a stunt to delay me when getting onto this here PC after turning it on? Getting back to the laundromat, the friendly proprietor held me up from starting my laundry after it had been loaded into the machines, but not started. That social banter was good for a 20 minute delay. The above mentioned dudes kicking each other in front of my vehicle held me up again for 20 seconds when headed for my vehicle. Then on the way home from the laundromat, a grey Ford Escape preceded me (in my silver brown Ford Escape) for three blocks and then headed down this very back lane I use, all the time, so I decided "fuck that", and went an extra half block and proceeded down the street instead. All to have me park my vehicle facing N, when it faces S usually so I can get out of the vehicle on the lane side instead of the fence side.
10-20-2017
Picking grapes all day.... sticky again.... The "usual" perp fuckery of pulling grape clusters from my hands again. Same as last time; I was doing fine for about the first hour and then the faux fumbling and overt hand manipulation to cause dropped grape bunches for the rest of the day.
Some new bumps, like bites on my scalp; about 8 of them. I cannot figure it out. I doesn't seem like insects as I don't see any at my bed, and the pillow was washed yesterday, as was the sheet. Nothing visible in my hair, so what is it?
Normally, the perps don't like me to have bites from anything. In the 15 years of this harassment I got mosquito bites last year and this. A 2009 bed bug invasion resulted in no bites unbelievably. Anyhow, another health care mystery unloads on me.
10-21-2017
Saturday, and I got hit with a 10 hour sleep for no seeming reason. And to add to the drama, they had me with stuffed sinuses upon wake up, and when clearing them, why, a bleeding nose. I'm not sure how to read this; perhaps a one-off stunt, but another of the "we shall see" health issues. All the above mentioned scalp lesions have diminished overnight, so who knows what means what in this rabbit hole.
Rain this morning, so thankfully I am not picking today, though it could of been cancelled.
10-22-2017
A shut in day, in part due to a "need" to do a binge watching on Youtube on the JFK assassination. The Men Who Killed Kennedy covers a whole lot of ground, and its DVD sales were killed after three weeks of its first release, but is now fully viewable. Part 1 of 9 starts here, and each runs about 45 min.
Part 8 is about Judyth Vary Baker's association with LHO in New Orleans in the six prior months, though she wasn't there in Dallas for the last 3 months. But it is abundantly clear that LHO had mob contacts and government agent contacts. They were lovers, but took different seats on the bus and got out of different stops.
What I find most curious about this phase, which is detailed in the book Me and Lee, by Judyth Vary Baker (JVB) was the development of the cancer bioweapon, to the level it could be injected and kill someone in 28 days. The plan was to have it developed and then when ready (late Aug. 1963) and inject it into Fidel Castro, presumably via one of his medical staff. LHO took a live culture to Mexico City with all the instructions as to handling and keeping it alive and was to drop it off for someone to take to Cuba. But no one showed up, and the culture was abandoned at the drop. So all that development effort, even using a linear particle accelerator, turned out to be a big nothing in as far as the stated purpose of that six month project went.
There were other big medical names involved, one being Dr Mary Sherman, who did the linear accelerator work and liaised with JVB, LHO and David Ferrie as to the progress and reported to higher ups. So after the successful human inoculation phase, (yessir, unwitting human subjects for terminal experimentation in the USA), she takes off to London UK, where there was another linear particle accelerator, and her apartment is broken into that night and all manner of evidence and some personal belongings were stolen. Then in July 1964, she is killed, seemingly in a apartment invasion, stabbing and a fire. Though in Dr Mary's Monkey, the author Ed Haslam, makes a solid case that she was electrocuted at the linear particle accelerator, then stabbed to finish her off, and her body was then moved back to her apartment to make it look like she was murdered there. The linear accelerator was dismantled and removed immediately thereafter. So it would seem there was further work to do from Aug. 1963 to July 1964. Perhaps more refinement of cancer bioweapon resilience, (or something else they didn't want JVB to know about) suggesting she was killed off at the conclusion of this second phase of the project. Dr Mary was not involved in the JFK murder, though Haslam suggests that LHO's entry in her phone list might be the one entry that was redacted in the released records, despite his many entreaties to have it disclosed. Dr Mary at no time made any contact with any investigating authorities (such as they were) as to the JFK assassination. In all, she didn't draw any attention to herself, and yet was nixed (seemingly, though it could of been an unfortunate accident, and it was decided to finish her off to avoid questions as to why she was there). So the question remains, what was the cancer bioweapon project all about as it was an epic fail with respect to the stated objective of taking out Castro via seeming "natural" causes. And too, there was even inquiries from RFK as to the progress of the Dr Mary murder investigation, and other high level federal government interest at first. Both books are a good read to understand the whole pre-Dallas events of the JFK assassination. I find it so curious that LHO was involved in this huge "side project" of cancer research for weapon purposes and then gets switched to the JFK assassination three months in advance (when the plans were already well ahead) to "infiltrate" the team, or teams. Given that LHO was central to the JFK case of the deception plan to name a lone assassin, surely he was factored into the plans well before Sept. 1963 when he moved there with his family. (And that he was estranged from his wife, though lived nearby, gave him plenty of freedom to come and go as he pleased). These two seemingly disparate projects for one low level operative all in less than a year is just plain strange to me.
Anyhow, a whole day of intrigue via Youtube and on the eve of my first radiotherapy treatment for prostate cancer. Funny how that topic comes up, again and again. Another one of those coincidences.
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Sunday, October 22, 2017
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Fork Lifting Again
10-10-2017
I did some vineyard and winery work at my former employers (a couple) of 2012-15. I got to drive the rented forklift all day with the bin rotator on it, so the bins of grapes can be dumped into the hopper above the crusher. Yesterday, I was on the crusher, seeing that it got fed, but not too much, while their friend, a most able fork lift driver, was driving. Today, the friend is off on a hunting trip, so I became the default fork lift driver, even if the boss man said at first he was going to be driving. Said boss man is way grumpier that he was two years ago when I last worked full time for him. And now, with a motorized wheelchair/scooter, he is even less capable of running the winery and vineyard show. Thankfully his wife is reasonably able and does much of the real work. He is the vision guy, she is the doer. Oddly, she wants to live in an assisted living arrangement while he wants to continue the vineyard and winery business. She is 62 y.o., he is at least 6 years older with considerably more health issues. I haven't quite figured them out, and even learned yesterday that she wanted to go to an assisted living arrangement even before they bought the vineyard. Go figure.
I say "Fork Lifting Again" for a reason. Last year I was running the fork lift at a winery, and in a rigged set up (IMHO), without any prior issues, I snagged the overhead door that was 1" above the lift stack while backing out, and was doing the right thing, looking back. I didn't drive it in there in the first place, nor did I lift the stack, and it was the co-workers on the crush who suggested that I drive it out, so I did. (And there were plenty of dents in that door from prior fork lift snags, so I wasn't the first.) The next day, the boss man says I cannot drive the fork lift. Fine. The next week, the more experienced fork lift driver snagged a man-way (hatch) cover on a tank with the fork lift as it was so congested inside the winery, and 2,000 liters of red wine flooded out, and it took four of them to close it, all of them getting soaked to the ass. (If the hatch cover had been damaged, they would of lost all 9,000 liters). The fork lift also got killed, as it was an electric model, and couldn't be recharged. That fork lift driver was back driving the rest of the job, another 4 weeks, all day, every day. And I don't assign any blame to this driver, as things were so tight in there, and it could of happened to anyone. (And did a few years earlier). But this disparity of punishment (if that is the right word) was so obvious, that I couldn't of felt more targeted (or singled out for no reason). Anyhow, it seemed that the Thems decided that I was not allowed to to run a fork lift again, though they have relented this year for a whole two days worth. As to what they get from these on-off privileges or designated work activities I have no idea, but temporary use of vehicles (using the same seat) seems to be a big deal. Or what the perps get out of this particular freight handling device, along with exposure to pallets and shipping containers, I have no idea either. Just to think that my daughter has been living with a full time fork lift driver for the past three years.
The power washer ran out of gasoline at about 1600h, and there was no more on hand. Like WTF; I did this with him 2+ years ago, and the same thing "happened". So he called it a day and said he would get gasoline tomorrow, leaving everything a sticky mess. And the diesel heater of the power washer isn't working, so everything is a cold wash. Though, with an after market wobbler head on the tip of the washer wand, instead of the typical jet tip, it makes a huge positive difference. Still, having hot water makes winery hygiene and cleaning that much better. I don't know of a serious winery that doesn't have hot water washing capability. Unusually, over four days, the power washer did not mechanically fail. This is unheard of my annals of using this particular mechanical device.
The fundamental rule of the winery business is that you clean up after day's end, or sooner, if the equipment is going to sit around with grape crush for more than an hour. Or else you clean up after a run of certain grape. Otherwise, clean up will take 2x longer, and present more risk for potential hygiene issues. But you cannot tell this guy how its done, and being prepared with a can of gasoline is beyond him it seems.
10-11-2017
More winery work, this time just me doing most of it while the owners were out and about, fetching items (including gasoline) and attending to the business aspects of vineyard and winery ownership. I suppose it could be called another day of the attritional work force. Four days ago, I was working in the vineyard harvesting with the Albanian crew, while the owners, their family (including two young children), plus two other family members, plus the fork lifting friend, were working altogether on the grape crushing and cleaning up. Then we had Thanksgiving dinner together, save the Albanian family. The next day it was similar, though with some dropping out, and another person coming for dinner. The next day (yesterday) I was on grape processing with a few family members heading out, another going elsewhere for the afternoon. Today, it was just me doing the laboring, fork lifting, cleaning, because, as mentioned, the owners had other responsibilities. Anyhow, it seems that the last five days were a combination of vineyard, then winery work, complexed with decrementing the number of co-workers. For the perps, and their life-long interest in me and wine making, and now viticulture (vineyard labor), it just seems interesting they are still at; transitioning me from one work area to another all in a weekend, (been done before at this same vineyard/winery), and drawing down the personnel whom I work with.
Though in fact, something similar evolved this season of vineyard work. I started with a crew of six for 5 months until the resident grinch pissed me off enough that I worked at another vineyard for the last two months, mostly by myself. Anyhow, I have no idea what this whole deal means and why this attritional cycling of co-workers is so important for the Grand Plan. Just leave me alone is all I have been asking for the past 15 years of this insane litany of abuse and arranged life, down to the microsecond it seems.
Took my laundry into the laundromat and hung there as it was only for washing, no drying. (Cleaning up the daily grime from winery work, now finished). What is it about certain Fuckwits that need to loiter around me for no seeming reason? The proprietor woman was 4' from me and was staring at the washing machine for 10 minutes, then her daughter came on the other side of me to change the TV channel, reduce the volume, fuss with the newspapers, and then screw off with the remote control so I could not put the volume up after she left. Five minutes later, a dread-headed male arrived in my peripheral vision, so I took a look at this creature, and then he walked behind me, and it was then I caught the highly odoriferous stench of his weed habit. (Did I mention that dreads are highly Unfavored once before?)
And all of the above was set up as I was at this same laundromat last night, as my clothes were scuzzed up and I had gone for 10 days without laundry, and was running short. Prior to tonight's visit, I got nailed with a 1.5 hour nap attack, always a big deal so they can hound my ass all the more afterward. And before that (this afternoon), I had my IV vitamin C infusion, another seeming excuse to hound my ass if all the extra road traffic on the way back is a reliable indicator.
10-12-2017
Thursday, and a day off from winery work, as the grumpy owner is to complete all the left over tasks apparently. I just finished reading "Guinea Pigs" by Dr John Hall (more extensive and fair minded review here). Most notable is a riposte about psychiatrists:
I would of preferred that "Guinea Pigs" addressed more detail about the consistent themes in TI's lives, e.g. missing years (me, aged 2 to 5) and perhaps life long covert monitoring until the perps go overt and then run and ruin the victim's lives, now 15 years of this since they first went berserk/overt on me. And less mention on then President Obama, as I believe organized harassment and abuse is beyond any President's realm, who has no real control over what goes on at these levels. And less mention of the NWO and limits on gun control. Like, what is gun ownership going to do, except bring on on another (recent) Mandalay Bay/Las Vegas massacre event. Worth a read, and it has some good chapters on the available technologies of remote mind control, which are well advanced and supported with some more recent examples I was unaware of it, e.g. mass surrenders in the first Iraq conflict.
10-13-2017
Mass hysteria may explain 'sonic attacks' in Cuba, say top neurologists What absurd rubbish; "top neurologists", as in top neurologists in the pay of some agency and who don't mind looking like utter fools for anyone who has a thinking mind. There is ample evidence of remotely applied EMF weapons (per "Guinea Pigs" above), and even 60 Minutes showed a crowd control beam (called "active denial") weapon emitted by remote equipment. The unfortunate folks who were hit with these sonic attacks in Cuba are ill weeks later, both US and Canadian embassy personnel. Some of the victims moved to a new location and didn't get further attacks. Psychiatrists have lost all credibility with the DSM V making normal a medicable state to fuel the pharmo-financial interests (and more likely, the Grand Plan), and now neurologists are going stupid, per above news report. I think this is another example, just as the Trump antics are, of seeding the perception of chaos and authority ineptitude, or more fully, creating cracks in the public's perception of the credibility of government, professions and the like. (Psychiatrists never had much credibility in my book, (per above riposte) and all the more so, as they were abetting agents of the CIA nonconsenual human experimentation starting the 1950's, e.g. Dr Ewen Cameron in Montreal.)
I had a short work day in one of the vineyards I worked in over the summer. We were picking leaves for later lab analysis for virus presence. A systematic sampling pattern had to be followed, something I have experience with in my forestry training. I have worked with this guy before; he gets cranked over every little nuance that seems to go wrong, a negative dynamic the perps constantly seem to set up between me and him. Thankfully this scenario didn't last all day, and instead of hauling his too-wide trailer between the rows, and barely clearing the vines and drip lines, (the source of contention) we worked separately and didn't use the trailer. This doubled our work output, and seemed to work for him.
Golly gee... another fine coincidence; one of the above mentioned Albanians "happened" to be picking grapes with the vineyard next door. Said individual has worked in the same vineyard as me, the next door vineyard, more distant vineyards, and shows up today as well. I hadn't encountered him all this season save for the above mentioned encounters.
An insane gangstalk show at the specialty grocery store on the way home after vineyard work. And that same wretched woman staff-stalker was on again, this time at the till, and saying "hello" to me as I entered the doors. Normally she doesn't even look at me, so I don't know why I got this sudden welcome salutation. As in "here I am again", the ever stalking staff member perhaps.
A woman sucking on a cigarette outside trailed me in, then joined the aisle blockers after I picked up a cooked chicken, and then a fuckwit emerged from that grouptight on my ass, even if I started to walk faster. Then I decided to get the fuck out of there, and lo, a negro customer at the checkout. An in-out stalker, came too, one who arrives, walks past the checkouts (normally the wrong way to go if shopping) and then walks out again two minutes later while I was still there. I have seen so many of these at this store that the inane has become routine.
All this started because the cooked chicken in my fridge prematurely went bad, and I needed to replace it on the way home. The perps just love these stop overs on the way home, and no better place to pull it than one of my regular stops.
And as the perps screwed me out of taking my garbage out last night, and again this morning before the garbage truck arrived, said rotting chicken will remain in the garbage can for a whole week, some 20m away from me, but near the landlord's house. Don't ask me why the perps are so obsessed over garbage and how long it sits around in my proximity.
10-14-2017
My fickle friend of vineyard work came by, he still healing from his split knee cap, surgery, and just finished 6 weeks of physiotherapy in Kelowna. From what he says, it seems that the therapists didn't appreciate a low rating on a questionnaire that the patients filled out. Suddenly, certain patients were yanked from the program, some quite prematurely in their recovery. And it seems that many of the therapists were just posing for their jobs, and didn't get much involved, and would rather natter among themselves. Call it nasty-assed retributive health care, where honest questionnaire results get one woofed from the program. And additionally, two mantras from the therapy staff came in loud and clear; the theme of moving the patients on, and telling them all the pain was in their head. Such is healthcare these days; rotate the patients out ASAP, never mind how they are doing. And then pulling these mind games of telling the patient where the pain is. Doing George Orwell proud they are, at public expense.
10-15-2017
A 9 hour sleep got me up at 1030h, and a late start to the day it was. Then some online work, and then some reading, "The Twelfth Planet" by Zecharia Sitchin, and lo, at 1500h, I got nailed with a 3.5 hour nap attack. These nap attacks are often aligned with when I am reading; 30-40 min. into the book, and then the sleepies start coming on. In dutiful fashion, I go lie down on the bed, and then await what comes. At one point in the dream they had me fussed over missing a flight, and then awakened me enough to know that it was in fact a dream, all to have me drop into another dream set. It took 30 min. of lying there to finally be able to summon myself to get up, forced by a need to pee that came on.
A brief synopsis of the book is that it is a researched study of Old Testament and Sumerian texts and pictographs, and based on the research it seems that we humans were once clones created to do mining work for the Nefilim (Anunnaki) of the 12th planet, Nibiru. Later, we were given the capability to reproduce and self determination. An interesting book, and of substantive merit in re-assessing the role life on the planet, of humans, how we got here so fast in evolutionary terms, and why so many ancient texts make references to the "gods" and their heavenly craft and unconventional capabilities. The book was originally published in 1976, and now is in its 45th printing. There are follow-on titles in this Book 1 of the Earth Chronicles series. To quote from the book; "we are not alone". Most TI's know that anyway; though some TI's seem to be harassed by more thuggish and retributive arms, while others seem to be under the thumb of a more research minded imperative (me). It is all the same to us; we are selected to be interfered, obstructed and abused, and the notion of democracy and self-determination is truly a mirage kept alive by our notion of the artifacts of freedom. Read "The Gods of Eden" to find out more about how humans seem to be put to use by an alterior agenda e.g. sending humans to war, along with extraconventional technologies.
A new-to-me site on gangstalking, mind control and cults is Dr. Eric Karlstrom's excellent web site. Plenty of interesting material here, though I don't get into cults much as I really do want to contain the scope of this blog, but I do believe there are one facet of this whole Grand Plan. Invoking trauma, especially on children seems to be so very important for the perp agenda for example. And what is it about academia that seems to be such a hot bed of senseless retribution, often resulting with the victim being gangstalked thereafter. This seems like an interesting story from Australia, The Red Back Web some 399pp. worth. I have not yet read it.
Anyhow, enough for the week, and I will get this posted.
I did some vineyard and winery work at my former employers (a couple) of 2012-15. I got to drive the rented forklift all day with the bin rotator on it, so the bins of grapes can be dumped into the hopper above the crusher. Yesterday, I was on the crusher, seeing that it got fed, but not too much, while their friend, a most able fork lift driver, was driving. Today, the friend is off on a hunting trip, so I became the default fork lift driver, even if the boss man said at first he was going to be driving. Said boss man is way grumpier that he was two years ago when I last worked full time for him. And now, with a motorized wheelchair/scooter, he is even less capable of running the winery and vineyard show. Thankfully his wife is reasonably able and does much of the real work. He is the vision guy, she is the doer. Oddly, she wants to live in an assisted living arrangement while he wants to continue the vineyard and winery business. She is 62 y.o., he is at least 6 years older with considerably more health issues. I haven't quite figured them out, and even learned yesterday that she wanted to go to an assisted living arrangement even before they bought the vineyard. Go figure.
I say "Fork Lifting Again" for a reason. Last year I was running the fork lift at a winery, and in a rigged set up (IMHO), without any prior issues, I snagged the overhead door that was 1" above the lift stack while backing out, and was doing the right thing, looking back. I didn't drive it in there in the first place, nor did I lift the stack, and it was the co-workers on the crush who suggested that I drive it out, so I did. (And there were plenty of dents in that door from prior fork lift snags, so I wasn't the first.) The next day, the boss man says I cannot drive the fork lift. Fine. The next week, the more experienced fork lift driver snagged a man-way (hatch) cover on a tank with the fork lift as it was so congested inside the winery, and 2,000 liters of red wine flooded out, and it took four of them to close it, all of them getting soaked to the ass. (If the hatch cover had been damaged, they would of lost all 9,000 liters). The fork lift also got killed, as it was an electric model, and couldn't be recharged. That fork lift driver was back driving the rest of the job, another 4 weeks, all day, every day. And I don't assign any blame to this driver, as things were so tight in there, and it could of happened to anyone. (And did a few years earlier). But this disparity of punishment (if that is the right word) was so obvious, that I couldn't of felt more targeted (or singled out for no reason). Anyhow, it seemed that the Thems decided that I was not allowed to to run a fork lift again, though they have relented this year for a whole two days worth. As to what they get from these on-off privileges or designated work activities I have no idea, but temporary use of vehicles (using the same seat) seems to be a big deal. Or what the perps get out of this particular freight handling device, along with exposure to pallets and shipping containers, I have no idea either. Just to think that my daughter has been living with a full time fork lift driver for the past three years.
The power washer ran out of gasoline at about 1600h, and there was no more on hand. Like WTF; I did this with him 2+ years ago, and the same thing "happened". So he called it a day and said he would get gasoline tomorrow, leaving everything a sticky mess. And the diesel heater of the power washer isn't working, so everything is a cold wash. Though, with an after market wobbler head on the tip of the washer wand, instead of the typical jet tip, it makes a huge positive difference. Still, having hot water makes winery hygiene and cleaning that much better. I don't know of a serious winery that doesn't have hot water washing capability. Unusually, over four days, the power washer did not mechanically fail. This is unheard of my annals of using this particular mechanical device.
The fundamental rule of the winery business is that you clean up after day's end, or sooner, if the equipment is going to sit around with grape crush for more than an hour. Or else you clean up after a run of certain grape. Otherwise, clean up will take 2x longer, and present more risk for potential hygiene issues. But you cannot tell this guy how its done, and being prepared with a can of gasoline is beyond him it seems.
10-11-2017
More winery work, this time just me doing most of it while the owners were out and about, fetching items (including gasoline) and attending to the business aspects of vineyard and winery ownership. I suppose it could be called another day of the attritional work force. Four days ago, I was working in the vineyard harvesting with the Albanian crew, while the owners, their family (including two young children), plus two other family members, plus the fork lifting friend, were working altogether on the grape crushing and cleaning up. Then we had Thanksgiving dinner together, save the Albanian family. The next day it was similar, though with some dropping out, and another person coming for dinner. The next day (yesterday) I was on grape processing with a few family members heading out, another going elsewhere for the afternoon. Today, it was just me doing the laboring, fork lifting, cleaning, because, as mentioned, the owners had other responsibilities. Anyhow, it seems that the last five days were a combination of vineyard, then winery work, complexed with decrementing the number of co-workers. For the perps, and their life-long interest in me and wine making, and now viticulture (vineyard labor), it just seems interesting they are still at; transitioning me from one work area to another all in a weekend, (been done before at this same vineyard/winery), and drawing down the personnel whom I work with.
Though in fact, something similar evolved this season of vineyard work. I started with a crew of six for 5 months until the resident grinch pissed me off enough that I worked at another vineyard for the last two months, mostly by myself. Anyhow, I have no idea what this whole deal means and why this attritional cycling of co-workers is so important for the Grand Plan. Just leave me alone is all I have been asking for the past 15 years of this insane litany of abuse and arranged life, down to the microsecond it seems.
Took my laundry into the laundromat and hung there as it was only for washing, no drying. (Cleaning up the daily grime from winery work, now finished). What is it about certain Fuckwits that need to loiter around me for no seeming reason? The proprietor woman was 4' from me and was staring at the washing machine for 10 minutes, then her daughter came on the other side of me to change the TV channel, reduce the volume, fuss with the newspapers, and then screw off with the remote control so I could not put the volume up after she left. Five minutes later, a dread-headed male arrived in my peripheral vision, so I took a look at this creature, and then he walked behind me, and it was then I caught the highly odoriferous stench of his weed habit. (Did I mention that dreads are highly Unfavored once before?)
And all of the above was set up as I was at this same laundromat last night, as my clothes were scuzzed up and I had gone for 10 days without laundry, and was running short. Prior to tonight's visit, I got nailed with a 1.5 hour nap attack, always a big deal so they can hound my ass all the more afterward. And before that (this afternoon), I had my IV vitamin C infusion, another seeming excuse to hound my ass if all the extra road traffic on the way back is a reliable indicator.
10-12-2017
Thursday, and a day off from winery work, as the grumpy owner is to complete all the left over tasks apparently. I just finished reading "Guinea Pigs" by Dr John Hall (more extensive and fair minded review here). Most notable is a riposte about psychiatrists:
"In medical school on can spot the individuals destined for psychiatry on day one. For the most part they are strange, often searching for self-help, and remain strange individuals focused on what they see as the more intellectual practice of medicine.... Psychiatry, unlike all other fields of medicine, has absolutely no basis in hard science."Hilarious, and having had a recent go-around with one to deal with my dopamine deficiency when I presented two compelling tests (on a brain scan) which both indicated such, he tells me I have a dopamine surplus. Dr. John Hall has is exactly right; don't go to psychiatrists, and don't do street medications which will only serve to discredit you (as a TI) or else serve as an avenue to them to find fault.
I would of preferred that "Guinea Pigs" addressed more detail about the consistent themes in TI's lives, e.g. missing years (me, aged 2 to 5) and perhaps life long covert monitoring until the perps go overt and then run and ruin the victim's lives, now 15 years of this since they first went berserk/overt on me. And less mention on then President Obama, as I believe organized harassment and abuse is beyond any President's realm, who has no real control over what goes on at these levels. And less mention of the NWO and limits on gun control. Like, what is gun ownership going to do, except bring on on another (recent) Mandalay Bay/Las Vegas massacre event. Worth a read, and it has some good chapters on the available technologies of remote mind control, which are well advanced and supported with some more recent examples I was unaware of it, e.g. mass surrenders in the first Iraq conflict.
10-13-2017
Mass hysteria may explain 'sonic attacks' in Cuba, say top neurologists What absurd rubbish; "top neurologists", as in top neurologists in the pay of some agency and who don't mind looking like utter fools for anyone who has a thinking mind. There is ample evidence of remotely applied EMF weapons (per "Guinea Pigs" above), and even 60 Minutes showed a crowd control beam (called "active denial") weapon emitted by remote equipment. The unfortunate folks who were hit with these sonic attacks in Cuba are ill weeks later, both US and Canadian embassy personnel. Some of the victims moved to a new location and didn't get further attacks. Psychiatrists have lost all credibility with the DSM V making normal a medicable state to fuel the pharmo-financial interests (and more likely, the Grand Plan), and now neurologists are going stupid, per above news report. I think this is another example, just as the Trump antics are, of seeding the perception of chaos and authority ineptitude, or more fully, creating cracks in the public's perception of the credibility of government, professions and the like. (Psychiatrists never had much credibility in my book, (per above riposte) and all the more so, as they were abetting agents of the CIA nonconsenual human experimentation starting the 1950's, e.g. Dr Ewen Cameron in Montreal.)
I had a short work day in one of the vineyards I worked in over the summer. We were picking leaves for later lab analysis for virus presence. A systematic sampling pattern had to be followed, something I have experience with in my forestry training. I have worked with this guy before; he gets cranked over every little nuance that seems to go wrong, a negative dynamic the perps constantly seem to set up between me and him. Thankfully this scenario didn't last all day, and instead of hauling his too-wide trailer between the rows, and barely clearing the vines and drip lines, (the source of contention) we worked separately and didn't use the trailer. This doubled our work output, and seemed to work for him.
Golly gee... another fine coincidence; one of the above mentioned Albanians "happened" to be picking grapes with the vineyard next door. Said individual has worked in the same vineyard as me, the next door vineyard, more distant vineyards, and shows up today as well. I hadn't encountered him all this season save for the above mentioned encounters.
An insane gangstalk show at the specialty grocery store on the way home after vineyard work. And that same wretched woman staff-stalker was on again, this time at the till, and saying "hello" to me as I entered the doors. Normally she doesn't even look at me, so I don't know why I got this sudden welcome salutation. As in "here I am again", the ever stalking staff member perhaps.
A woman sucking on a cigarette outside trailed me in, then joined the aisle blockers after I picked up a cooked chicken, and then a fuckwit emerged from that grouptight on my ass, even if I started to walk faster. Then I decided to get the fuck out of there, and lo, a negro customer at the checkout. An in-out stalker, came too, one who arrives, walks past the checkouts (normally the wrong way to go if shopping) and then walks out again two minutes later while I was still there. I have seen so many of these at this store that the inane has become routine.
All this started because the cooked chicken in my fridge prematurely went bad, and I needed to replace it on the way home. The perps just love these stop overs on the way home, and no better place to pull it than one of my regular stops.
And as the perps screwed me out of taking my garbage out last night, and again this morning before the garbage truck arrived, said rotting chicken will remain in the garbage can for a whole week, some 20m away from me, but near the landlord's house. Don't ask me why the perps are so obsessed over garbage and how long it sits around in my proximity.
10-14-2017
My fickle friend of vineyard work came by, he still healing from his split knee cap, surgery, and just finished 6 weeks of physiotherapy in Kelowna. From what he says, it seems that the therapists didn't appreciate a low rating on a questionnaire that the patients filled out. Suddenly, certain patients were yanked from the program, some quite prematurely in their recovery. And it seems that many of the therapists were just posing for their jobs, and didn't get much involved, and would rather natter among themselves. Call it nasty-assed retributive health care, where honest questionnaire results get one woofed from the program. And additionally, two mantras from the therapy staff came in loud and clear; the theme of moving the patients on, and telling them all the pain was in their head. Such is healthcare these days; rotate the patients out ASAP, never mind how they are doing. And then pulling these mind games of telling the patient where the pain is. Doing George Orwell proud they are, at public expense.
10-15-2017
A 9 hour sleep got me up at 1030h, and a late start to the day it was. Then some online work, and then some reading, "The Twelfth Planet" by Zecharia Sitchin, and lo, at 1500h, I got nailed with a 3.5 hour nap attack. These nap attacks are often aligned with when I am reading; 30-40 min. into the book, and then the sleepies start coming on. In dutiful fashion, I go lie down on the bed, and then await what comes. At one point in the dream they had me fussed over missing a flight, and then awakened me enough to know that it was in fact a dream, all to have me drop into another dream set. It took 30 min. of lying there to finally be able to summon myself to get up, forced by a need to pee that came on.
A brief synopsis of the book is that it is a researched study of Old Testament and Sumerian texts and pictographs, and based on the research it seems that we humans were once clones created to do mining work for the Nefilim (Anunnaki) of the 12th planet, Nibiru. Later, we were given the capability to reproduce and self determination. An interesting book, and of substantive merit in re-assessing the role life on the planet, of humans, how we got here so fast in evolutionary terms, and why so many ancient texts make references to the "gods" and their heavenly craft and unconventional capabilities. The book was originally published in 1976, and now is in its 45th printing. There are follow-on titles in this Book 1 of the Earth Chronicles series. To quote from the book; "we are not alone". Most TI's know that anyway; though some TI's seem to be harassed by more thuggish and retributive arms, while others seem to be under the thumb of a more research minded imperative (me). It is all the same to us; we are selected to be interfered, obstructed and abused, and the notion of democracy and self-determination is truly a mirage kept alive by our notion of the artifacts of freedom. Read "The Gods of Eden" to find out more about how humans seem to be put to use by an alterior agenda e.g. sending humans to war, along with extraconventional technologies.
A new-to-me site on gangstalking, mind control and cults is Dr. Eric Karlstrom's excellent web site. Plenty of interesting material here, though I don't get into cults much as I really do want to contain the scope of this blog, but I do believe there are one facet of this whole Grand Plan. Invoking trauma, especially on children seems to be so very important for the perp agenda for example. And what is it about academia that seems to be such a hot bed of senseless retribution, often resulting with the victim being gangstalked thereafter. This seems like an interesting story from Australia, The Red Back Web some 399pp. worth. I have not yet read it.
Anyhow, enough for the week, and I will get this posted.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Music Media Studies
03-09-2015
Continuing vineyard work -the perps like to pull the trellis wires from my hands as I am about to make a cut. It seems that the moment of plant injury, (or animal injury) is a vital event in their nonconsensual research agenda. And too, it would seem that not enough people have died in wars and insurrections, or even accidents all this time. That is, if you subscribe to the conspiracy agenda, aka alien agenda, and that all major world events have been managed ahead of time to exact the "researchable moments" the perps so desparately cultivate, with me and by extension, everyone on this planet.
Yoga this evening, a Monday. A girl with fugly green pastel shorts, came in beside me at the last possible moment a the class had just started. She ended up between me and the Major Fat Boy, replete with his wheezing and gasping, not to mention pathetic postures. The fugly green pastel color was the same as the instructor's (the Darling Pixie) top. No doubt some kind of local color testing, between her and the instructor, and who knows where they all were in advance or after the class. Said girl of the fugly pastel green shorts also had a tattoo on wrist, not unlike Her Blondeness who hasn't been there for at least four months. And too, the girl had a 3" diameter bruise on her inner thing facing me, no doubt some kind of tattoo simulation exercise, or do repairing skin cells emit a different energy?
I relieved a CD from amazon today,putting it down on the table before I set off for yoga; the perps like to script parcel arrivals for Mondays before yoga. I listened to the CD, then ripped it to flac lossless files, and listened again from files on the PC (rotating magnetic media). Going by recent past experience, it will be listened to from a USB stick. What the perps get from analyzing me listening to the same music on different media sources is beyond me. These kinds of comparisons have been going on for years, but have become a lot more obvious of late
03-10-2015
post work, on the vineyard; some horizontal ones weren`t secured except by cut notches, and as the posts separated some, the horizontals dropped to the ground. The spiral spikes bent when I tried to drive them through the posts to the end of the horizontals, and the drill wouldn`t drill for some curious reason, it just stalled out. I have never seen this happen in all my 40 years of using power drills, a drill bit not drilling. It was turning the correct way, and it was a quarter inch ships`auger drill (not a large bit for wood), and the drill kept going around but wouldn`t bite in. I leaned on the drill to attempt to force it to start, but it would not. I don`t recall how many trips into the vineyard and to the tool depot I made to get these problems fixed, but needless to say, it was at least four back-and-forths. And we know who likes to script these kinds of events, whether it is me alone or clustering gangstalkers.
I spent most of the afternoon cleaning the driveway with gasoline powered blower; and got plenty of dust back in my face as the perps so love for me to take soil into my lungs and nasal passages.
I went to the drugstore to purchase a testosterone test kit to kick start this latest self-help initiative to alleviate the urinary urgency problem I got stiffed with starting in mid-2014. This after three weeks of stalling out and not getting onto it for no apparent reason. Such initiative doesn`t go unpunished; the twit at the pharmacy counter said the regular guy who handles the test kits won`t be in until Mar. 16, conveniently scripted for a stop prior to yoga. Said twit had retrieved the test kit from the shelves and had it in hand, and also manipulating it, while explaining his story (above), not that I believed a word of it at the time. And what was the purpose of that. To get more dude interface time, he of the fugly clashing plaid shirt. (No punctuation marks as Blogger has gone on the fritz).
03-11-2015
I was to do work at the quiet vineyard, but there was to be two shipments to be made up. Then as it happened the contents of one order got shifted to the other order, and with a whole lot more pallet moving. I worked on the second order once I had clarified the stocking situation, but before I finished, why, a company photo-shoot was planned just were I was working. The photographer had arrived, and "happened" to be shooting pics across the very place where I had been working with brown cardboard boxes, pallets etc. By then I had moved 8' away to the side to finish my repacking work. and lots (50+) of flashes of light somehow made it to my eyes, even if I well out of range of the camera. The perps will exploit anything to apply more bursts of bright light to my eyes.
Afterward, I did fire tending as there was more cut brush to be burned, before the burning permit expired. I got the fire started with some petroleum products, and all was going OK, and on the adjacent public trail, why, a wheelchair act comes along N bound. Then three minutes later returns S bound, and then decides to stop in line with my vision, what I call posing, for a few minutes. I move elsewhere so I don`t get to view this sight, and I suppose the wheelchair moved on then. Like WTF; I absolutely loathe the sight of wheelchairs, and just when I think I am in a location where I wouldn`t get this odious gangstalking visage, the perps pull it off with extra obvious presentations.
The pit-lamping (lights, usually headlights) had been extra heavy too, with parked vehicles just sitting there to pin me in their beams as I back-up, turn around, exit my vehicle etc. Another trick is to have oncoming vehicles`headlights aimed at me by virtue of the road curvatures, and if the road isn`t curved enough, have the Fuckwit straddle the centerline to get a better headlight beam at me and to also get my attention as to a potential head-on. Not that I have any more concerns about a head-on collision after last summer`s stunt where this oncoming vehicle was in my lane and came straight at me and managed to tuck in at the last possible second. I still don`t how we didn`t collide it was so close. And furthrermore, just to drive the point home, there was a large unoccupied pull-out I could of utilized on my R, and somehow I forgot to even look. And too, the perps must of switched off my emotional registry as I was totally unmoved by this near death experience; in fact, I didn`t sense danger or extreme danger in the least, nor was I relieved to any extent.
03-12-2015
I pruned in remote vineyard by myself, no stalkers or pit-lampers. I had the phone play me music through my headphones all afternoon. It wasreasonably pleasant save for escalated and imposed realtime finger fumbling and the new (to me) variety of burrs that stuck to my shirt and gloved hands.
03-13-2015
Again, I pruned at the N vineyard -plenty of quiet there, playing music until the headphones broke spontaneously, the third time in 2 years for this pair, never dropped, crushed or otherwise mistreated. They were sent back for warranty repair back in 2012, so one side has a different history/provenance, never mind a return mail trip to the Ontario based warranty repair.
And what is it about headphones, magnets at the ears in service of transducing electrical signals to sound, that the perps must continually sabotage them. In 2002 when this all began, my Grados needed new gimbal mounts because the perps rotated the steel shaft in the plastic mount (while wearing them at work), thereby causing the drivers to fall off their mounts. Another pair got destroyed by way of accelerated parts wear. A pair of inexpensive Sony's didn't get sabotaged in the typical sense, but the perps messed with my Windows settings so I must wear them for online activities and my twice repaired Grados for audio via the Oppo deck. I had it set up so all music on the PC would play through the Grados, but that was too convenient so they messed with the headphone settings and pulled the pick window option from displaying in the dialog box. (It is very common for this to "happen" and then get "found" in one session even).
A pair of new Bose noise cancelling headphones got tossed down the garbage chute in 2006. I cannot recall the precise "reasons" (read inserted rationalizations planted in mind in real time), but I had to do it, there was no other choice.
While working the vineyard, the perps caused me to swear a number of times with the headphones on, having done the same thing earlier without them on. The end of the row tricks, cutting the wrong stem, and even nipping my finger at one point which was painful, but near miraculously, no blood was drawn. A first in 13 years of this abuse; the infliction of a cutting blade (or injuring edge) and no wound, not even a bruise later.
03-14-2015
Yesterday was laundry day (Saturday), and the freaks are finding me there more often. Not only that, they have a new found habit of using the same washing machines that I prefer, so they get to haul their clothes out just ahead or behind me and then loiter some more to put them in the dryers above. Said Fuckwit was on the PC while there, and when I came back, he was doing the time-honored reprise act of looking at his cell phone while outside. That is, same activity of looking at a LCD display in two different locations at the laundromat.
It seemed to be `Dudes in Brown`` day today. The Fuckwit in peanut butter brown coveralls who tailed me into the store, and then happened to be where I was shopping each time I went to a new aisle, also happened to pull this strange delaying stunt. He was in the line at the only cashier, and one person was ahead of him with hardly any groceries. I passed by thinking that the Peanut Butter Man would be long gone as I had more shopping to do. I was in other aisles for five minutes and I come to the cashier and was the next in line. But no, the Peanut Butter Man swoops in behind me to arrive at his very few items on the conveyor belt. Like WTF; he and the customer ahead of him both should of been long gone. It was like a micro time warp where they must of stopped what they were doing, and had the Peanut Butter Man temporarily remove himself from the line up at the cashier. If I had seen him there, I would not of joined the line at the cashier, but looked around elsewhere. So they pulled him out, all to have him arrive behind me a minute or so later, but in time for his groceries to be rung up while he was there. Can we say amazing choreography.
And I got my hair cut in the afternoon, and a change up in procedure; she washed my hair after my haircut instead of before. Not a big deal, and I also forgot to get my eyebrows trimmed,- another first. After that, I got my legs waxed in keeping with this new habit that started in late 2011. There has been all manner of planted reasons, but all the same, I am compelled to do it. And no less, the perps just love me to admire my own just-waxed legs for some reason when before I could not care less what they looked like. This set of vanity behaviors is also new.
03-15-2015
Sunday... and not much of to report. It was raining most of the day, and I was kept inside mostly save for yet more vanity activity, my weekly salon tanning session. Though, it does help to keep me in vitamin D, and to get ready for outside tanning.
And what is with the perps dinging jar lids. This is the third time in four months; the lid remains serviceable but they artfully put these dents in it, see the pics below.
Continuing vineyard work -the perps like to pull the trellis wires from my hands as I am about to make a cut. It seems that the moment of plant injury, (or animal injury) is a vital event in their nonconsensual research agenda. And too, it would seem that not enough people have died in wars and insurrections, or even accidents all this time. That is, if you subscribe to the conspiracy agenda, aka alien agenda, and that all major world events have been managed ahead of time to exact the "researchable moments" the perps so desparately cultivate, with me and by extension, everyone on this planet.
Yoga this evening, a Monday. A girl with fugly green pastel shorts, came in beside me at the last possible moment a the class had just started. She ended up between me and the Major Fat Boy, replete with his wheezing and gasping, not to mention pathetic postures. The fugly green pastel color was the same as the instructor's (the Darling Pixie) top. No doubt some kind of local color testing, between her and the instructor, and who knows where they all were in advance or after the class. Said girl of the fugly pastel green shorts also had a tattoo on wrist, not unlike Her Blondeness who hasn't been there for at least four months. And too, the girl had a 3" diameter bruise on her inner thing facing me, no doubt some kind of tattoo simulation exercise, or do repairing skin cells emit a different energy?
I relieved a CD from amazon today,putting it down on the table before I set off for yoga; the perps like to script parcel arrivals for Mondays before yoga. I listened to the CD, then ripped it to flac lossless files, and listened again from files on the PC (rotating magnetic media). Going by recent past experience, it will be listened to from a USB stick. What the perps get from analyzing me listening to the same music on different media sources is beyond me. These kinds of comparisons have been going on for years, but have become a lot more obvious of late
03-10-2015
post work, on the vineyard; some horizontal ones weren`t secured except by cut notches, and as the posts separated some, the horizontals dropped to the ground. The spiral spikes bent when I tried to drive them through the posts to the end of the horizontals, and the drill wouldn`t drill for some curious reason, it just stalled out. I have never seen this happen in all my 40 years of using power drills, a drill bit not drilling. It was turning the correct way, and it was a quarter inch ships`auger drill (not a large bit for wood), and the drill kept going around but wouldn`t bite in. I leaned on the drill to attempt to force it to start, but it would not. I don`t recall how many trips into the vineyard and to the tool depot I made to get these problems fixed, but needless to say, it was at least four back-and-forths. And we know who likes to script these kinds of events, whether it is me alone or clustering gangstalkers.
I spent most of the afternoon cleaning the driveway with gasoline powered blower; and got plenty of dust back in my face as the perps so love for me to take soil into my lungs and nasal passages.
I went to the drugstore to purchase a testosterone test kit to kick start this latest self-help initiative to alleviate the urinary urgency problem I got stiffed with starting in mid-2014. This after three weeks of stalling out and not getting onto it for no apparent reason. Such initiative doesn`t go unpunished; the twit at the pharmacy counter said the regular guy who handles the test kits won`t be in until Mar. 16, conveniently scripted for a stop prior to yoga. Said twit had retrieved the test kit from the shelves and had it in hand, and also manipulating it, while explaining his story (above), not that I believed a word of it at the time. And what was the purpose of that. To get more dude interface time, he of the fugly clashing plaid shirt. (No punctuation marks as Blogger has gone on the fritz).
03-11-2015
I was to do work at the quiet vineyard, but there was to be two shipments to be made up. Then as it happened the contents of one order got shifted to the other order, and with a whole lot more pallet moving. I worked on the second order once I had clarified the stocking situation, but before I finished, why, a company photo-shoot was planned just were I was working. The photographer had arrived, and "happened" to be shooting pics across the very place where I had been working with brown cardboard boxes, pallets etc. By then I had moved 8' away to the side to finish my repacking work. and lots (50+) of flashes of light somehow made it to my eyes, even if I well out of range of the camera. The perps will exploit anything to apply more bursts of bright light to my eyes.
Afterward, I did fire tending as there was more cut brush to be burned, before the burning permit expired. I got the fire started with some petroleum products, and all was going OK, and on the adjacent public trail, why, a wheelchair act comes along N bound. Then three minutes later returns S bound, and then decides to stop in line with my vision, what I call posing, for a few minutes. I move elsewhere so I don`t get to view this sight, and I suppose the wheelchair moved on then. Like WTF; I absolutely loathe the sight of wheelchairs, and just when I think I am in a location where I wouldn`t get this odious gangstalking visage, the perps pull it off with extra obvious presentations.
The pit-lamping (lights, usually headlights) had been extra heavy too, with parked vehicles just sitting there to pin me in their beams as I back-up, turn around, exit my vehicle etc. Another trick is to have oncoming vehicles`headlights aimed at me by virtue of the road curvatures, and if the road isn`t curved enough, have the Fuckwit straddle the centerline to get a better headlight beam at me and to also get my attention as to a potential head-on. Not that I have any more concerns about a head-on collision after last summer`s stunt where this oncoming vehicle was in my lane and came straight at me and managed to tuck in at the last possible second. I still don`t how we didn`t collide it was so close. And furthrermore, just to drive the point home, there was a large unoccupied pull-out I could of utilized on my R, and somehow I forgot to even look. And too, the perps must of switched off my emotional registry as I was totally unmoved by this near death experience; in fact, I didn`t sense danger or extreme danger in the least, nor was I relieved to any extent.
03-12-2015
I pruned in remote vineyard by myself, no stalkers or pit-lampers. I had the phone play me music through my headphones all afternoon. It wasreasonably pleasant save for escalated and imposed realtime finger fumbling and the new (to me) variety of burrs that stuck to my shirt and gloved hands.
03-13-2015
Again, I pruned at the N vineyard -plenty of quiet there, playing music until the headphones broke spontaneously, the third time in 2 years for this pair, never dropped, crushed or otherwise mistreated. They were sent back for warranty repair back in 2012, so one side has a different history/provenance, never mind a return mail trip to the Ontario based warranty repair.
And what is it about headphones, magnets at the ears in service of transducing electrical signals to sound, that the perps must continually sabotage them. In 2002 when this all began, my Grados needed new gimbal mounts because the perps rotated the steel shaft in the plastic mount (while wearing them at work), thereby causing the drivers to fall off their mounts. Another pair got destroyed by way of accelerated parts wear. A pair of inexpensive Sony's didn't get sabotaged in the typical sense, but the perps messed with my Windows settings so I must wear them for online activities and my twice repaired Grados for audio via the Oppo deck. I had it set up so all music on the PC would play through the Grados, but that was too convenient so they messed with the headphone settings and pulled the pick window option from displaying in the dialog box. (It is very common for this to "happen" and then get "found" in one session even).
A pair of new Bose noise cancelling headphones got tossed down the garbage chute in 2006. I cannot recall the precise "reasons" (read inserted rationalizations planted in mind in real time), but I had to do it, there was no other choice.
While working the vineyard, the perps caused me to swear a number of times with the headphones on, having done the same thing earlier without them on. The end of the row tricks, cutting the wrong stem, and even nipping my finger at one point which was painful, but near miraculously, no blood was drawn. A first in 13 years of this abuse; the infliction of a cutting blade (or injuring edge) and no wound, not even a bruise later.
03-14-2015
Yesterday was laundry day (Saturday), and the freaks are finding me there more often. Not only that, they have a new found habit of using the same washing machines that I prefer, so they get to haul their clothes out just ahead or behind me and then loiter some more to put them in the dryers above. Said Fuckwit was on the PC while there, and when I came back, he was doing the time-honored reprise act of looking at his cell phone while outside. That is, same activity of looking at a LCD display in two different locations at the laundromat.
It seemed to be `Dudes in Brown`` day today. The Fuckwit in peanut butter brown coveralls who tailed me into the store, and then happened to be where I was shopping each time I went to a new aisle, also happened to pull this strange delaying stunt. He was in the line at the only cashier, and one person was ahead of him with hardly any groceries. I passed by thinking that the Peanut Butter Man would be long gone as I had more shopping to do. I was in other aisles for five minutes and I come to the cashier and was the next in line. But no, the Peanut Butter Man swoops in behind me to arrive at his very few items on the conveyor belt. Like WTF; he and the customer ahead of him both should of been long gone. It was like a micro time warp where they must of stopped what they were doing, and had the Peanut Butter Man temporarily remove himself from the line up at the cashier. If I had seen him there, I would not of joined the line at the cashier, but looked around elsewhere. So they pulled him out, all to have him arrive behind me a minute or so later, but in time for his groceries to be rung up while he was there. Can we say amazing choreography.
And I got my hair cut in the afternoon, and a change up in procedure; she washed my hair after my haircut instead of before. Not a big deal, and I also forgot to get my eyebrows trimmed,- another first. After that, I got my legs waxed in keeping with this new habit that started in late 2011. There has been all manner of planted reasons, but all the same, I am compelled to do it. And no less, the perps just love me to admire my own just-waxed legs for some reason when before I could not care less what they looked like. This set of vanity behaviors is also new.
03-15-2015
Sunday... and not much of to report. It was raining most of the day, and I was kept inside mostly save for yet more vanity activity, my weekly salon tanning session. Though, it does help to keep me in vitamin D, and to get ready for outside tanning.
And what is with the perps dinging jar lids. This is the third time in four months; the lid remains serviceable but they artfully put these dents in it, see the pics below.
Tuesday, February 03, 2015
New Job Start
01-26-2015
A new employer in the vineyard/winery biz; one who knows what they are doing. Employer competence is allowed now, after 2.5 years with the last one. Though to be fair, I was inexperienced in the commercial business when I started with the last employer. But as the perps just love to drag me through ineptitude (not of my making), and various related idiotic behavior (organizational and individual), it is nice to have some of these excesses behind me. Though, it is Day 1, but I don't expect any such endemic problematic issues all the same.
I was assigned to drive their truck to pick up some packaging a 20 min. highway drive. Then the joys of putting a plastic tarp over the load, and not enough hooks and tie downs and the like. The tarp did inflate while driving on the highway, and was threatening worse, so I drove slower, one of the rare times I don't go 10% over the speed limit. A blue tarp covering the load in the box of the pickup attracted blue colored gangstalking vehicles of course, about 20% coverage on my return trip.
Pruning vines is my major task for the next two month; I am doing spur pruning mostly, different from the cane pruned vineyards of the last employer.
I met the two ladies who form the office staff; the perps are often cranked over personal introductions. Sometimes someone isn't visible due to hair in their face, or who looks sideways while introducing themselves. This was a normal round of introductions. Going way back, prior to 1999, and when married, the ex would often not introduce someone and I could never figure out why she was so rude about this. When I complained afterwards, all I got was this loopy goofy grin. Now I know; introductions are a prime perp Fuckover event and they want all variations, from non-introductions through cursory ones, to formal ones.
This new vineyard I am working at is on the Naramata Road, and that means a whole lot of vehicles driving by, with hardly a full minute going by with a vehicle, or vehicle train. Bad mufflers, performance mufflers and all the usual variations of extra vehicle noise. No HD motorcycle noise yet, but that will change in March.
Which means that should I listen to music on my Android phone/player this summer, all that noise will "somehow" find its way through the headphones and provide a concurrent noise background. Can we say noise mapping, yet again? That is, map Favored and Unfavored noises together and see what neural energetic reactions there are. I learned from the news recently that the activity of dopamine, a brain neurotransmitter, increases with pleasurable sounds of music. And this whole dopamine subject also explains why they wanted, and did, give me dopamine blocking drugs at one time, which made me terribly unmotivated, fogged and generally listless. I kept telling them I have ADD/ADHD, which means a shortage of dopamine, and why would a person short of dopamine be clobbered with dopamine antagonists medication? They just blew me off of course, because they are working for the Psychopathic Confederacy, and there is no denying them when they have a human nonconsensual test subject (me) in their sights.
Day two;
I did the employee sign in, and read the employee hand book, a credible piece of HR-smithing, though it has been a long time since I worked for a professional outfit.
Staff stalking it seems, having them putzing around me when I was making tracks for leaving for the day.
And more forced pisses at row ends; finishing a row and turning and working 180 degrees in the next row was always a big deal for the perps; e.g. staff arrivals, drivebys, neighborhood noise, forced fuckups (e.g. cut the wrong cane) to have me rage-ified, etc., just like the last vineyard
All day long muffler noise, and excessive amounts of road traffic. The perps are heavy on sending greyscale colored pickups by, and then back again within a few minutes, often with some kind of horrid sounding and extra loud muffler noise, and often accelerating for no reason as there isn't an elevation gain of significance and it is a two lane arterial, one way in each direction. Another vehicle they seem to be hounding me with is the shit-tankers again, the so-called septic services vehiles with tank, hoses, and presumably a pump on board. Plenty of septic fields in this area, so there is a decent excuse to see them. Though that never bothered the perps; when I lived in Victoria, BC, they would even send the shit-tankers downtown when everything is on sewer, no rural properties whatsoever. Then they even parked a tractor trailer septic services vehicle one weekend in a parking stall meter zone, and a few weeks later tore up the perfectly serviceable sidewalk beside where it was parked and re-packed it and poured 40' of new sidewalk.
01-28-2015
A full vineyard day; intro of the Electrocoup; haven't cut any fingers yet, but do expect the perps will pull this sometime. But they did have me attempt to cut the trellis wire and use that as an excuse to put some nicks in the blade.
01-31-2015
Saturday, laundry at the laundromat. Only one freak; the supposed installation man in his long grey beard and his ear-flapped touque wandering around talking to himself and buzzing around me. I think he covered enough Unfavoreds (male, beard, wacko touque, appearance of deranged) to keep the freak content up.
Then this pissing match over detergent for the washing machines; I got what I thought was scent-free detergent but it wasn't as it turned out, and the perp assholes made sure they pumped that smell up my nose umpteen times over the prior week as I picked up a clothing item that was laundered with it. So off to LD to get better detergent, the HE kind for the first time. I was talking to the blonde woman co-owner about the washing machines and she opened up my new bottle of detergent and lo, if some didn't fly off the spout and land on her pants and the floor. Funny how the perps have been so utterly deranged over getting laundry done, and they resort to this kind of stupidity.
I hadn't been into the RA big box store in six months, owing to getting irrigation supplies elsewhere, but today I needed four 2" long screws. The perps were all over me there, much worse than usual; stepping in my way, posted exactly where I wanted to look (3x), doing etc. One Fuckwit made out he was looking at lower shelf items and then started backing up into me when he had to of heard my chirping shoes twice while approaching and headed behind him. Like WTF; who in their right mind EVER backs up without looking in any public location that is busy? I see stupid stuff all the time, but this gets a all-time dumbshit award.
I got hit for a 3.25 hour nap attack this afternoon, following reading the newspaper (plus ample flyers), while having lunch. Following that, a 10 min. session on this here PC and they kept napping me while seated, so it was hopeless. When I woke up at 1630h, it was dusk onset at this time of year. (I learned from work this week that is when the sun drops behind the mountains here).
Snow melt water seems to be a big perp deal, given that it is melting a little more than before. They was a 10" dump two days before I arrived from Victoria on Jan. 07, and it has only slowly melted for the following three weeks. There are still heaps of plowed snow in parking lots, and about 2" remaining at the new vineyard/work site. And since the perps are totally obsessed over the properties of water, and all its provenance/sources (e.g. snow accumulations, rain, rivers, lakes, as delivered in pipes to buildings, and of course, my intake of water and sweating and/or pissing it out), they figured a long run of snow melt in the urban environment was just too exciting.
02-01-2015
And I see my fave football team of the NFL did not win the Superbowl. I don't have a TV and wasn't watching the game, but the perps kept pumping me with the notion that Seattle won. When I finally looked it up online and found that they lost, why, a bad mufflered vehicle passed by. For the record, I continually reject such planted notions as the perps just love to jerk me around, and this is only but one example
A new employer in the vineyard/winery biz; one who knows what they are doing. Employer competence is allowed now, after 2.5 years with the last one. Though to be fair, I was inexperienced in the commercial business when I started with the last employer. But as the perps just love to drag me through ineptitude (not of my making), and various related idiotic behavior (organizational and individual), it is nice to have some of these excesses behind me. Though, it is Day 1, but I don't expect any such endemic problematic issues all the same.
I was assigned to drive their truck to pick up some packaging a 20 min. highway drive. Then the joys of putting a plastic tarp over the load, and not enough hooks and tie downs and the like. The tarp did inflate while driving on the highway, and was threatening worse, so I drove slower, one of the rare times I don't go 10% over the speed limit. A blue tarp covering the load in the box of the pickup attracted blue colored gangstalking vehicles of course, about 20% coverage on my return trip.
Pruning vines is my major task for the next two month; I am doing spur pruning mostly, different from the cane pruned vineyards of the last employer.
I met the two ladies who form the office staff; the perps are often cranked over personal introductions. Sometimes someone isn't visible due to hair in their face, or who looks sideways while introducing themselves. This was a normal round of introductions. Going way back, prior to 1999, and when married, the ex would often not introduce someone and I could never figure out why she was so rude about this. When I complained afterwards, all I got was this loopy goofy grin. Now I know; introductions are a prime perp Fuckover event and they want all variations, from non-introductions through cursory ones, to formal ones.
This new vineyard I am working at is on the Naramata Road, and that means a whole lot of vehicles driving by, with hardly a full minute going by with a vehicle, or vehicle train. Bad mufflers, performance mufflers and all the usual variations of extra vehicle noise. No HD motorcycle noise yet, but that will change in March.
Which means that should I listen to music on my Android phone/player this summer, all that noise will "somehow" find its way through the headphones and provide a concurrent noise background. Can we say noise mapping, yet again? That is, map Favored and Unfavored noises together and see what neural energetic reactions there are. I learned from the news recently that the activity of dopamine, a brain neurotransmitter, increases with pleasurable sounds of music. And this whole dopamine subject also explains why they wanted, and did, give me dopamine blocking drugs at one time, which made me terribly unmotivated, fogged and generally listless. I kept telling them I have ADD/ADHD, which means a shortage of dopamine, and why would a person short of dopamine be clobbered with dopamine antagonists medication? They just blew me off of course, because they are working for the Psychopathic Confederacy, and there is no denying them when they have a human nonconsensual test subject (me) in their sights.
Day two;
I did the employee sign in, and read the employee hand book, a credible piece of HR-smithing, though it has been a long time since I worked for a professional outfit.
Staff stalking it seems, having them putzing around me when I was making tracks for leaving for the day.
And more forced pisses at row ends; finishing a row and turning and working 180 degrees in the next row was always a big deal for the perps; e.g. staff arrivals, drivebys, neighborhood noise, forced fuckups (e.g. cut the wrong cane) to have me rage-ified, etc., just like the last vineyard
All day long muffler noise, and excessive amounts of road traffic. The perps are heavy on sending greyscale colored pickups by, and then back again within a few minutes, often with some kind of horrid sounding and extra loud muffler noise, and often accelerating for no reason as there isn't an elevation gain of significance and it is a two lane arterial, one way in each direction. Another vehicle they seem to be hounding me with is the shit-tankers again, the so-called septic services vehiles with tank, hoses, and presumably a pump on board. Plenty of septic fields in this area, so there is a decent excuse to see them. Though that never bothered the perps; when I lived in Victoria, BC, they would even send the shit-tankers downtown when everything is on sewer, no rural properties whatsoever. Then they even parked a tractor trailer septic services vehicle one weekend in a parking stall meter zone, and a few weeks later tore up the perfectly serviceable sidewalk beside where it was parked and re-packed it and poured 40' of new sidewalk.
01-28-2015
A full vineyard day; intro of the Electrocoup; haven't cut any fingers yet, but do expect the perps will pull this sometime. But they did have me attempt to cut the trellis wire and use that as an excuse to put some nicks in the blade.
01-31-2015
Saturday, laundry at the laundromat. Only one freak; the supposed installation man in his long grey beard and his ear-flapped touque wandering around talking to himself and buzzing around me. I think he covered enough Unfavoreds (male, beard, wacko touque, appearance of deranged) to keep the freak content up.
Then this pissing match over detergent for the washing machines; I got what I thought was scent-free detergent but it wasn't as it turned out, and the perp assholes made sure they pumped that smell up my nose umpteen times over the prior week as I picked up a clothing item that was laundered with it. So off to LD to get better detergent, the HE kind for the first time. I was talking to the blonde woman co-owner about the washing machines and she opened up my new bottle of detergent and lo, if some didn't fly off the spout and land on her pants and the floor. Funny how the perps have been so utterly deranged over getting laundry done, and they resort to this kind of stupidity.
I hadn't been into the RA big box store in six months, owing to getting irrigation supplies elsewhere, but today I needed four 2" long screws. The perps were all over me there, much worse than usual; stepping in my way, posted exactly where I wanted to look (3x), doing etc. One Fuckwit made out he was looking at lower shelf items and then started backing up into me when he had to of heard my chirping shoes twice while approaching and headed behind him. Like WTF; who in their right mind EVER backs up without looking in any public location that is busy? I see stupid stuff all the time, but this gets a all-time dumbshit award.
I got hit for a 3.25 hour nap attack this afternoon, following reading the newspaper (plus ample flyers), while having lunch. Following that, a 10 min. session on this here PC and they kept napping me while seated, so it was hopeless. When I woke up at 1630h, it was dusk onset at this time of year. (I learned from work this week that is when the sun drops behind the mountains here).
Snow melt water seems to be a big perp deal, given that it is melting a little more than before. They was a 10" dump two days before I arrived from Victoria on Jan. 07, and it has only slowly melted for the following three weeks. There are still heaps of plowed snow in parking lots, and about 2" remaining at the new vineyard/work site. And since the perps are totally obsessed over the properties of water, and all its provenance/sources (e.g. snow accumulations, rain, rivers, lakes, as delivered in pipes to buildings, and of course, my intake of water and sweating and/or pissing it out), they figured a long run of snow melt in the urban environment was just too exciting.
02-01-2015
And I see my fave football team of the NFL did not win the Superbowl. I don't have a TV and wasn't watching the game, but the perps kept pumping me with the notion that Seattle won. When I finally looked it up online and found that they lost, why, a bad mufflered vehicle passed by. For the record, I continually reject such planted notions as the perps just love to jerk me around, and this is only but one example
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Thwarted Intentions Again, and Again
10-14-2014
Working at the vineyard, and I wanted to start fermentations, but the boss kept me busy all day on crushing more grapes, and still more to go. Why he had to crush three batches of red yesterday, and then have them sit for today, and likely tomorrow is beyond me. One of them was Cab. Sauv, and it got picked way too early, still with a high acid that I will need to reduce somehow. Another make work project no doubt, the perps' specialty
A formal blood sample this morning, and I got to likely view one of the Psychopathic operatives, this 60 y.o. fucker was giving me the stare across the waiting room, and again when I was exiting. And crossing the room from his chair to look at the magazines beside me to shuffle through them and then not select anything. That spells Perp Asshole to me. Bringing in operatives to stare at me no less, while the ten or so "locals", many dressed in red, all had their heads down, per usual. And lo, if they didn't come in red vehicles, a copper colored vehicle, and maybe a brown one too. They take your health care card as part of their new procedure. Good trick that, having someone's wallet contents while they are in the room.
Yesterday, a job interview at a winery in the Naramata area, and all seemed to go OK, if not leading me to understand that I had the job no less. The job is winery work, called a cellar hand in the jargon of the business. Just before I departed from the current job, a mighty wind sets up in the valley to cover me on my way, while at the interview and on the way back. This being Thanksgiving Day in Canada, about a month earlier than in the US.
I told the boss that I had the job and he seemed all happy about that, as he prompted me to look for cellar hand jobs two weeks ago.
And what is it about the Mexican connection in all of this reign of abuse? I saw Frida, 2x in the severe abuse Fuckover days of 2002, I worked with visa Mexican farm workers in 2009, 2010, 2011 and have a new found interest in Mexican music (at least three different artists, plus LR of last weeks' posting),
10-15-2004
Today, the boss goes pissy on me, I am to turn down the job or I won't be allowed on the property again. I have 24 hours to "think" about it.I know I have mentioned this theme before, but what was the boss thinking if he didn't have a back up plan for my absence? Bizarre.
10-16-2014
This morning, the boss asked me what my decision was, and I said I would go with the job offer, though he somehow "forgot" about his threat.
A total setup/jerkaound over the job offer as a cellar worker at a larger commercial winery this afternoon. Earlier in the week I told the boss that today, a Thursday, would be my last day. And at the 11th hour and about ready to leave for good, why, I check my now (as of this week) functional email via my phone, and lo, there is the fateful email to say that they hired someone else with a whole lot more experience. (When the job ad said high school graduation was sufficient). In other words, I was gamed; a job that I thought I had was withdrawn, never mind the long stream of plantedcognitive notions that supported it all work week. (For example, "what would my first day be like", "will I work morning or afternoon shift", "what gangstalking will be going on there", etc.)
And the mystery of the boss' behavior of promoting a job two weeks ago and then having no apparent back up plan in my absence is now solved. The whole thing was a setup from the get go. I had no intention of applying for a cellar hand job after early September because I didn't want to leave him high and dry. But he suggests that I look into cellar hand jobs two weeks ago, and then puts on this act about needing me when he must of known it was a total setup and jerkaround stunt.
I busted my ass all day today, and the perps kept hitting me with forced "forgets" over switching pump valves, the same fucking one each time when I swore I had done it.
A screaming rage show tonight; the chocolate bars somehow got wet in the shopping bag, and lo, if the gold painted wrapper didn't disintegrate into micro-sized gold flakes that had to be cleaned up. That was on the kitchen counter and stovetop, but they also mysteriously got onto my sweater arm, and so that had to be taken off and put into the laundry. I did a rare mid-week laundering again as the grape juice is so sticky and all over me each day. I am doing wine-making duties now, and making wine for the owner.
10-17-2014
Payday today, and the bank/ATM parking lot stalkers were there in advance, one parking transverse to the parking stall lines and more perversely, said light grey monster Ford sedan was 100' away under an lamp standard. The vehicle wasn't near any business or other vehicles and the driver was sitting in the driver's seat. Don't these assholes have a day job?
And the follow-me dude at the ATM arrived in mid-transaction, and the perps made sure I took longer by dithering me in my command of the controls/buttons. And I see the assholes ran my account down to my last $15, and this is the paycheck I need to save for my rent in two weeks. No wonder my perp-abetting mother asked about financial help on the phone a few days ago. And how is it I am supposed to make ends meet? A wage of $14.50/hour doesn't cut it in this town when the Living Wage is $18/hour, (each, for two wage earners in a household). And what is the reason for the perps to grind me down to a paycheck-to-paycheck existence? This is agriculture for crissakes, the bottom of the pay scale, as affirmed by hiring Mexicans from Mexico on annual visas and paying them $10.33/hr. Long time readers will know that the perps have ground me into overdraft situations in 2007, 2008 and 2009, and only the farm work saved my ass from my meagre disability (har, har) income. This time it is full time farm work, and the expenses to go with it.
After rent and food, the biggest expense is a vehicle of course, and one needs it to get to work on farms and vineyards. So where is all this forced penury going? Perhaps it is to seed Fear, as in the perps's FUD mandate. (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt; said to be the unofficial customer treatment credo of IBM salesmen).
Winery work today; plenty more forced "forgets" and dithering of my fine motor control today, though not as bad as yesterday. Plenty of snaggings of wires and hoses, and they did allow the pressure washer to run for the most part. I finally got the white wine juice clarified and then the pump jammed up. Another dismantle job, and surely most TI's know that the perps are obsessed with liquid transfers, e.g. hoses, pumps, pipes, connection fittings etc.? I finally got all five fermentations started, two completed today. I have a mountain of cleaning to do, and it will likely be there next week as the boss man won't deign to get his hands wet.
And a de-acidification job on the wine crush today, the perps making sure web-based sources were either vague or in imperial units. The perps often put up barriers to information access, and this was no exception. I am sure they got great mileage from forcing me to go online before going to work, and then viewing the same websites at work as well. I needed to find out how to de-acidify grape crush, as the boss senselessly picked one variety too early when he could of left it on the vine for two more weeks. He gets into self-induced panics and then applies the same mentality, i.e. grape picking, to all varieties. The boss is on a highly restrictive campaign to limit winery supplies, and it just "happened" that de-acidification supplies were on hand these three vintages, having being left from the former owner five years ago, and there when I first organized the winery, cum garage, in 2012. It amply demonstrates the perps are well organized and have a considerable planning horizon.
10-18-2014
Saturday, and I drove to my workplace to do wine making work. Only for an hour as the owner is very expense conscious and wants the minimum extra working hours. That was "punchdowns" and measuring temperature and sugar levels (in Brix). Punchdown is the task of stirring the skins back into the juice as they get lifted up into a cap with active fermentation. Now that I finally got all five fermentations going, it requires regular attention. Besides, the perps just love it when I measure things, and put on extra noisestalking when I do so. That would be hot-rod muffler noise at the vineyard, being outside the city.
At the vineyard I was forced to park under a foliated cherry tree, as the sprinklers had been on when I arrived. It is perfectly normal to do so, as the vines have been without supplied irrigation for nearly two months. I did my winery work, and headed back to an extra vehicular gangstalking contingent; motorcycles, one flashing his headlight at me, to tell me that the police were ahead, which they were. The RCMP was parked on the side of the road, and lo, if he didn't do a 180 degree turn behind me with an intervening silver-grey vehicle in between. I suspect the perps were interested in the results, in whatever form that is, of my vehicle formerly parked under a tree. They often put on extra gangstalking when I pass under trees, and too, when hiking and transitioning from a treed area to an open one. The back-lane neighbor was also in on this, as he had the lane blocked with two vehicles, one towing a white trailer. He parked one pickup with a camper on it outside my residence, and the other pickup with trailer blocked any through access. I backed up and went around the opposite direction and got to park in the opposite direction, something the perps find interesting in their all consuming study of all things anisotropic. [Different properties in different directions].
I had lunch, read some of the Fabric of Reality, and then got hit for a two hour nap attack in the afternoon. I had nine hours sleep last night to begin with, but someone figured I needed some more. And then onto laundry, which has been quite disrupted this past week as I have laundered twice in mid-week to deal with grape juice covered clothing. And lo, at the laundromat, they had a person (freak) wearing only their underwear there. presumably doing a total load.
Said freak (male, long hair in dreadlocks (three Unfavoreds)) in underwear, "happened" to have his laundry in the dryer below mine, and "happened" to cruise in close when I was about to depart. And my load somehow was unbalanced, which kept me there for an extra five minutes until the cycle could complete. Sabotaged washing machines are nothing new since the my TI world began in 04-2002, and there have been a number of laundry thefts along the way. Once, a Fuckwit stole my laundry and then was wearing one item of it when I happened to come by.
Upon my return to the laundromat, why, the freak and freakish girlfriend unloaded their dryer onto the floor and blocked access to my dryer above. Not only that, but a coffee slinging ball capped dude arrived and was chatting to them in French to slow the process down. Ergo, another ten minutes watching the TV in the corner until the laundry cum freakshow was over. A Fat Girl also came to grace the place for a few minutes, and worse yet, she had red hair (Unfavored).
I exited the laundromat and was about to back up my vehicle and lo, if a white pickup hauling a white trailer didn't "happen" to arrive and out pops a dude for whatever reason. The truck stayed put and there was enough room to exit, and lo, if the truck's headlights weren't on to illuminate me, aka, pit-lamping me when making my vehicular exit. To the perps, this would be "gravitational lensing", where, "According to general relativity, mass "warps" space–time to create gravitational fields and therefore bend light as a result." And no doubt it perturbs the etheric energy field, and too, the extra magnetic radiation they stream at me all day and night. With reference to the latter, I have measured a magnetic field of 200 Gauss, in 2002 when all this insane abuse began, and sometime in 2009 or so when a purported local TI showed me her equipment she used to detect anomalous radiation. In the latter instance, the meter registered some 1600 Gauss; one could deduce that I am constantly kept in a densified energy field of multiple origins.
Back in the perps' pre-overt/berserk days when I lived in Seattle (year 2000) I had a SPECT scan on my brain to determine if I had Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), which I did. Also showing up on the surface of the cortex was this wavy look, called "scalloping" in the clinical term, and the report suggested that possible reasons were drug abuse, heavy smoking or toxic chemical exposures. Since none of those applied in my case, it left me mystified as to what would cause it. Well, now that I know I have been harassed and have lived in a Potemkin Village all my life, (as in totally arranged), such brain anomalies might well be from being irradiated all my life. I shall put the scan here sometime when I get my records from Victoria, assuming someone hasn't pilfered them, which has happened in the past.
10-19-2014
Sunday, and a trip to the vineyard/winery to set things right and do punchdowns. Nowhere near the level of vehicular gangstalking there was on this same short visitation yesterday, not having parked under a tree.
Afterward, a shut-in day, and doing my September month end accounting, as the Assholes won't let me get this done daily.
Anyhow, nothing too exciting to report and so to post this one.
Working at the vineyard, and I wanted to start fermentations, but the boss kept me busy all day on crushing more grapes, and still more to go. Why he had to crush three batches of red yesterday, and then have them sit for today, and likely tomorrow is beyond me. One of them was Cab. Sauv, and it got picked way too early, still with a high acid that I will need to reduce somehow. Another make work project no doubt, the perps' specialty
A formal blood sample this morning, and I got to likely view one of the Psychopathic operatives, this 60 y.o. fucker was giving me the stare across the waiting room, and again when I was exiting. And crossing the room from his chair to look at the magazines beside me to shuffle through them and then not select anything. That spells Perp Asshole to me. Bringing in operatives to stare at me no less, while the ten or so "locals", many dressed in red, all had their heads down, per usual. And lo, if they didn't come in red vehicles, a copper colored vehicle, and maybe a brown one too. They take your health care card as part of their new procedure. Good trick that, having someone's wallet contents while they are in the room.
Yesterday, a job interview at a winery in the Naramata area, and all seemed to go OK, if not leading me to understand that I had the job no less. The job is winery work, called a cellar hand in the jargon of the business. Just before I departed from the current job, a mighty wind sets up in the valley to cover me on my way, while at the interview and on the way back. This being Thanksgiving Day in Canada, about a month earlier than in the US.
I told the boss that I had the job and he seemed all happy about that, as he prompted me to look for cellar hand jobs two weeks ago.
And what is it about the Mexican connection in all of this reign of abuse? I saw Frida, 2x in the severe abuse Fuckover days of 2002, I worked with visa Mexican farm workers in 2009, 2010, 2011 and have a new found interest in Mexican music (at least three different artists, plus LR of last weeks' posting),
10-15-2004
Today, the boss goes pissy on me, I am to turn down the job or I won't be allowed on the property again. I have 24 hours to "think" about it.I know I have mentioned this theme before, but what was the boss thinking if he didn't have a back up plan for my absence? Bizarre.
10-16-2014
This morning, the boss asked me what my decision was, and I said I would go with the job offer, though he somehow "forgot" about his threat.
A total setup/jerkaound over the job offer as a cellar worker at a larger commercial winery this afternoon. Earlier in the week I told the boss that today, a Thursday, would be my last day. And at the 11th hour and about ready to leave for good, why, I check my now (as of this week) functional email via my phone, and lo, there is the fateful email to say that they hired someone else with a whole lot more experience. (When the job ad said high school graduation was sufficient). In other words, I was gamed; a job that I thought I had was withdrawn, never mind the long stream of plantedcognitive notions that supported it all work week. (For example, "what would my first day be like", "will I work morning or afternoon shift", "what gangstalking will be going on there", etc.)
And the mystery of the boss' behavior of promoting a job two weeks ago and then having no apparent back up plan in my absence is now solved. The whole thing was a setup from the get go. I had no intention of applying for a cellar hand job after early September because I didn't want to leave him high and dry. But he suggests that I look into cellar hand jobs two weeks ago, and then puts on this act about needing me when he must of known it was a total setup and jerkaround stunt.
I busted my ass all day today, and the perps kept hitting me with forced "forgets" over switching pump valves, the same fucking one each time when I swore I had done it.
A screaming rage show tonight; the chocolate bars somehow got wet in the shopping bag, and lo, if the gold painted wrapper didn't disintegrate into micro-sized gold flakes that had to be cleaned up. That was on the kitchen counter and stovetop, but they also mysteriously got onto my sweater arm, and so that had to be taken off and put into the laundry. I did a rare mid-week laundering again as the grape juice is so sticky and all over me each day. I am doing wine-making duties now, and making wine for the owner.
10-17-2014
Payday today, and the bank/ATM parking lot stalkers were there in advance, one parking transverse to the parking stall lines and more perversely, said light grey monster Ford sedan was 100' away under an lamp standard. The vehicle wasn't near any business or other vehicles and the driver was sitting in the driver's seat. Don't these assholes have a day job?
And the follow-me dude at the ATM arrived in mid-transaction, and the perps made sure I took longer by dithering me in my command of the controls/buttons. And I see the assholes ran my account down to my last $15, and this is the paycheck I need to save for my rent in two weeks. No wonder my perp-abetting mother asked about financial help on the phone a few days ago. And how is it I am supposed to make ends meet? A wage of $14.50/hour doesn't cut it in this town when the Living Wage is $18/hour, (each, for two wage earners in a household). And what is the reason for the perps to grind me down to a paycheck-to-paycheck existence? This is agriculture for crissakes, the bottom of the pay scale, as affirmed by hiring Mexicans from Mexico on annual visas and paying them $10.33/hr. Long time readers will know that the perps have ground me into overdraft situations in 2007, 2008 and 2009, and only the farm work saved my ass from my meagre disability (har, har) income. This time it is full time farm work, and the expenses to go with it.
After rent and food, the biggest expense is a vehicle of course, and one needs it to get to work on farms and vineyards. So where is all this forced penury going? Perhaps it is to seed Fear, as in the perps's FUD mandate. (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt; said to be the unofficial customer treatment credo of IBM salesmen).
Winery work today; plenty more forced "forgets" and dithering of my fine motor control today, though not as bad as yesterday. Plenty of snaggings of wires and hoses, and they did allow the pressure washer to run for the most part. I finally got the white wine juice clarified and then the pump jammed up. Another dismantle job, and surely most TI's know that the perps are obsessed with liquid transfers, e.g. hoses, pumps, pipes, connection fittings etc.? I finally got all five fermentations started, two completed today. I have a mountain of cleaning to do, and it will likely be there next week as the boss man won't deign to get his hands wet.
And a de-acidification job on the wine crush today, the perps making sure web-based sources were either vague or in imperial units. The perps often put up barriers to information access, and this was no exception. I am sure they got great mileage from forcing me to go online before going to work, and then viewing the same websites at work as well. I needed to find out how to de-acidify grape crush, as the boss senselessly picked one variety too early when he could of left it on the vine for two more weeks. He gets into self-induced panics and then applies the same mentality, i.e. grape picking, to all varieties. The boss is on a highly restrictive campaign to limit winery supplies, and it just "happened" that de-acidification supplies were on hand these three vintages, having being left from the former owner five years ago, and there when I first organized the winery, cum garage, in 2012. It amply demonstrates the perps are well organized and have a considerable planning horizon.
10-18-2014
Saturday, and I drove to my workplace to do wine making work. Only for an hour as the owner is very expense conscious and wants the minimum extra working hours. That was "punchdowns" and measuring temperature and sugar levels (in Brix). Punchdown is the task of stirring the skins back into the juice as they get lifted up into a cap with active fermentation. Now that I finally got all five fermentations going, it requires regular attention. Besides, the perps just love it when I measure things, and put on extra noisestalking when I do so. That would be hot-rod muffler noise at the vineyard, being outside the city.
At the vineyard I was forced to park under a foliated cherry tree, as the sprinklers had been on when I arrived. It is perfectly normal to do so, as the vines have been without supplied irrigation for nearly two months. I did my winery work, and headed back to an extra vehicular gangstalking contingent; motorcycles, one flashing his headlight at me, to tell me that the police were ahead, which they were. The RCMP was parked on the side of the road, and lo, if he didn't do a 180 degree turn behind me with an intervening silver-grey vehicle in between. I suspect the perps were interested in the results, in whatever form that is, of my vehicle formerly parked under a tree. They often put on extra gangstalking when I pass under trees, and too, when hiking and transitioning from a treed area to an open one. The back-lane neighbor was also in on this, as he had the lane blocked with two vehicles, one towing a white trailer. He parked one pickup with a camper on it outside my residence, and the other pickup with trailer blocked any through access. I backed up and went around the opposite direction and got to park in the opposite direction, something the perps find interesting in their all consuming study of all things anisotropic. [Different properties in different directions].
I had lunch, read some of the Fabric of Reality, and then got hit for a two hour nap attack in the afternoon. I had nine hours sleep last night to begin with, but someone figured I needed some more. And then onto laundry, which has been quite disrupted this past week as I have laundered twice in mid-week to deal with grape juice covered clothing. And lo, at the laundromat, they had a person (freak) wearing only their underwear there. presumably doing a total load.
Said freak (male, long hair in dreadlocks (three Unfavoreds)) in underwear, "happened" to have his laundry in the dryer below mine, and "happened" to cruise in close when I was about to depart. And my load somehow was unbalanced, which kept me there for an extra five minutes until the cycle could complete. Sabotaged washing machines are nothing new since the my TI world began in 04-2002, and there have been a number of laundry thefts along the way. Once, a Fuckwit stole my laundry and then was wearing one item of it when I happened to come by.
Upon my return to the laundromat, why, the freak and freakish girlfriend unloaded their dryer onto the floor and blocked access to my dryer above. Not only that, but a coffee slinging ball capped dude arrived and was chatting to them in French to slow the process down. Ergo, another ten minutes watching the TV in the corner until the laundry cum freakshow was over. A Fat Girl also came to grace the place for a few minutes, and worse yet, she had red hair (Unfavored).
I exited the laundromat and was about to back up my vehicle and lo, if a white pickup hauling a white trailer didn't "happen" to arrive and out pops a dude for whatever reason. The truck stayed put and there was enough room to exit, and lo, if the truck's headlights weren't on to illuminate me, aka, pit-lamping me when making my vehicular exit. To the perps, this would be "gravitational lensing", where, "According to general relativity, mass "warps" space–time to create gravitational fields and therefore bend light as a result." And no doubt it perturbs the etheric energy field, and too, the extra magnetic radiation they stream at me all day and night. With reference to the latter, I have measured a magnetic field of 200 Gauss, in 2002 when all this insane abuse began, and sometime in 2009 or so when a purported local TI showed me her equipment she used to detect anomalous radiation. In the latter instance, the meter registered some 1600 Gauss; one could deduce that I am constantly kept in a densified energy field of multiple origins.
Back in the perps' pre-overt/berserk days when I lived in Seattle (year 2000) I had a SPECT scan on my brain to determine if I had Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), which I did. Also showing up on the surface of the cortex was this wavy look, called "scalloping" in the clinical term, and the report suggested that possible reasons were drug abuse, heavy smoking or toxic chemical exposures. Since none of those applied in my case, it left me mystified as to what would cause it. Well, now that I know I have been harassed and have lived in a Potemkin Village all my life, (as in totally arranged), such brain anomalies might well be from being irradiated all my life. I shall put the scan here sometime when I get my records from Victoria, assuming someone hasn't pilfered them, which has happened in the past.
10-19-2014
Sunday, and a trip to the vineyard/winery to set things right and do punchdowns. Nowhere near the level of vehicular gangstalking there was on this same short visitation yesterday, not having parked under a tree.
Afterward, a shut-in day, and doing my September month end accounting, as the Assholes won't let me get this done daily.
Anyhow, nothing too exciting to report and so to post this one.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Local Dimming
07-15-2014
Global dimming, has now gone local with much haze in the air these past few days. This particular local flavor is hot weather (35 to 38C) without the usual solar radiation level to make it that way. Have I not mentioned the many times the perps introduce cloud or sun, or even alternate them over a minute or so? And that combined with skin exposure, tanning from my perspective, means they get to reduce the skin exposure on me (and everyone else in this locale), and still keep me plenty hot.
I cancelled out on going to yoga yesterday due to the gross "anal play" games the perps put on, as I was concerned they would pull this same stunt there. This was "decided" (read, planted ideation) when I was in my clothes ready for yoga. After a few hours I felt OK about going out to LD and that no further mess would leak out, and lo, if the darling pixie yoga instructor wasn't there in LD doing some shopping before she headed off to the smaller town she lives in with her family. She said she missed me in class (I never believe this statement from anyone, not even her, owing to my orchestrated circumstances), and I supplied a lame ass reason for not going, in my yoga clothes no less. And lo, if we didn't cross paths in the aisle, then the checkout, and I also saw her departing in the parking lot. All those reprise gangstalking events are commonplace nowadays, seeing certain stalkers in all those locations on any given shopping outing.
Then to the laundry to deal with the shit and blood from yesterdays perp anal games. Six pairs of underwear, one sheet, three pairs of shorts and one pair of track pants got laundered to deal with this problem. Laundry on a Tuesday is rare, so the perps decided to arrange a fire truck and ambulance to circle the laundromat and put on some kind of "event" at the adjacent golf course.
The dude/owner at the laundromat pulled a strange stunt, supposedly grabbing something 2" from me when he was 4' away while we were chatting. (He was keeping me from heading out the door). And this was the non-freak laundromat, but no more, they put on some freaks to foul the place, tattoos up and down arms, male long hair, a huge load (10 plastic bags of laundry) etc.
07-16-2014
Vineyard work today; more heat 35C, but more dimming due to smoke haze. even a local forest fire, Mt Boucherie. One good thing the perps did to me was improve my hot weather capabilities. Formerly, until about 2006, if it was 26C or higher, I was totally wiped out by the heat and couldn't function very well. Now, I barely notice it is 36C and am doing just fine in open sunlit vineyard work. Am I supposed to thank the assholes for that one, of say five, major body improvements they have made in this 12 year long (and counting) fucking relentless abusive streak? I say NO; it was done to me and I didn't request it. (Nor did I know such physiological capabilities could be modified by remote means).
A totally unneeded post dinner shopping trip with $31 spent on chocolate. A Fat Folk freak show at the LD cashier, almost as bad as last visit to Walmart; step-in-my-way stunts, the waiting "customers" ahead and behind me both go the new cashier that "happened" to open up, after creating a backup at the only cashier in the first place. My, how attentive they are to opening up new checkouts, but why aren't they so attentive in stopping these checkout lineups in the first place? I had salad and canned salmon for dinner, so maybe that was the reason they went stalking nuts at the LD store tonight.
Had some more cherries off the tree, and lo, if the perps didn't start up their anal play games an hour later. No deposits/mess etc. thankfully, though I was discouraged from stopping on the way home.
And what is with all the people cluster fuck at Skaha beach? Normally when I drive by at the end of the day everyone is scattered at seeming random all over the beach with umbrellas, chairs etc. Now, they are all arranged within 30' of the water's edge in a line, with 100' of intervening empty beach. Bizarre, and now second day of this ridiculous public insanity display.
I see the perps have blocked my access to Chrome again, the only browser of three that will display my email in readable form, Firefox and IE are corrupted in the same way, all the graphics and their positional coordinates are stripped out and all I get is text listed down the L side of the display. Here we are in 2014, with an HTML email, and two market leading browser "puke" to make it dysfunctional. Or, it gets mangled by undeclared (to me) parties who like to mess with my email access just when I want to send a message to someone.
07-17-2014
A day of tucking vines in the vineyard; this is a very vigorous growing site, and this is the third time through. Also the productivity mysteries continues; a given row of vines doesn't look like it would be too much to tuck, say an hour. But no, it takes two hours. I try and stick to basics and not do anything extra, and lo, if I don't get one side done in 30 min. instead of an hour. Just when I was to self-declare that this job takes an hour a side, why, somehow I get a side done in half an hour. At times I feel getting bogged down, and know the perps are screwing me somehow, but I cannot understand why this job is taking so long. They must interfere with one's cerebellum, the back part of the brain that deals with timing, passage of time and coordinating actions with aims.
A few new forest fires aren't far away, and with Penticton airport being a tanker base, there is plenty of air tanker arrivals and departures, as in aircraft noise and activity, a frequent feature of being kept in this rabbit hole. Plus, the aircraft are marked in white and red and their tank is loaded with a red slurry to drop onto the fire.
Per usual, the sunlight games continued; some light cloud, some haze, turn it on when I am working on the vines, and while bent over doing some tucking low down, why, the sun goes behind a cloud and a dimmer scene awaits when I get back to standing. Exciting times as prisoner in disguise.
07-18-2014
Friday, much the same as yesterday. I went to the doctor to get my prescriptions filled after work. This seemed to precipitate a freak show of the shiftless elder males with prominent guts hanging forth. Not only that, they wore solid color red, pink and orange shirts. I suppose if thereis one thing worse than being cast in a Fellini movie (freak show, my usual analogy), it must be the casting call for all those who think they are freakish enough to audition.
There was even a brown uniformed UPS Fuckwit hovering near the chocolate I wanted to purchase, so I decided to screw it. After getting out of LD and the cashier obstruction with a flush of Fuckwits, why, the doctor who attended me for the Rx 10 minutes earlier, "happened" to be gangstalking my ass on my exit from the LD store. Another fine coincidence.
And another coincidence was a yellow shirted Fuckwit that was hounding my ass in HH (hardware store where they wear these fugly red shirts) just "happened" to be stalking my ass again 10 minutes later at theBay when I got skunked on finding a slotted serving spoon. Said serving spoon seems to be the latest "unobtainium" item. It has been pissing me off for the last year I don't have a slotted serving spoon to let the liquid drain from the just cooked food, and all I want is a stainless steel one. I think I have been to five stores in the last month, and none has one. I looked on Amazon.ca, lame brother to Amazon.com but without the heavy shipping costs, and could not find what I wanted. The perps like to do this; arrange for a item for me to "need", or at least covet, and then send me to different vendors all to not find the item. Just hilarious this game, and all the better (for the perps) is when I do find the item and not use it, or need it, anywhere as much as I had "thought" (read, planted ideations).
07-19-2014
Saturday, and regular laundry, with gratuitous HD noise/drivebys, and severe vehicular stalking was when I attempted to go to the bank downtown, getting skunked for a parking spot, including the bank's own lot. I decided to screw it, and lo, severe vehicular stalking on my way back.
I got whacked for a 3 hour nap attack just before lunch. I was reading a memoir, and then the sleep "need" came on and I thought it would be less than an hour lie down and have a later lunch. But no, it was 1530h before I got up, and per usual, need a shot of tea and chocolate to fully come round. And note, I had two extra hours of sleep overnight, not setting the alarm this morning. In other words, it wasn't a sleep deficit problem, but a remotely invoked tiredness.
And the "need-it-but-cannot-have-it" games over a stainless steel slotted serving spoon continue. I was looking for a work belt pouch in a popular Canadian chain of hardware where they also wear red shirts, and "happened" to come across the kitchen aisle. Nice Kitchenaid utensils, including ss serving spoons, but no slotted spoon for crissakes. It is going to be another "when it happens" purchase, because there aren't any more locations to go to. No dedicated kitchen shops in this town, but that is OK.
07-20-2014
Sunday, another mid-day whack in attempting for a nap attack, only an hour. I spent three hours attempting to get my DVD player to see my music files, but to no avail. All those hi-fi products with $3k music servers (a computer) that DO connect to their own hardware seamlessly is the smarter way to go instead of separates via Windows (doesn't support BluRay for crissakes) if money is of no concern. But it is for this TI, as I have been beaten down financially so often, by the ex twice before all this harassment went overt, and again by her over the divorce and the recent smackdown of the past few blog postings.
Global dimming, has now gone local with much haze in the air these past few days. This particular local flavor is hot weather (35 to 38C) without the usual solar radiation level to make it that way. Have I not mentioned the many times the perps introduce cloud or sun, or even alternate them over a minute or so? And that combined with skin exposure, tanning from my perspective, means they get to reduce the skin exposure on me (and everyone else in this locale), and still keep me plenty hot.
I cancelled out on going to yoga yesterday due to the gross "anal play" games the perps put on, as I was concerned they would pull this same stunt there. This was "decided" (read, planted ideation) when I was in my clothes ready for yoga. After a few hours I felt OK about going out to LD and that no further mess would leak out, and lo, if the darling pixie yoga instructor wasn't there in LD doing some shopping before she headed off to the smaller town she lives in with her family. She said she missed me in class (I never believe this statement from anyone, not even her, owing to my orchestrated circumstances), and I supplied a lame ass reason for not going, in my yoga clothes no less. And lo, if we didn't cross paths in the aisle, then the checkout, and I also saw her departing in the parking lot. All those reprise gangstalking events are commonplace nowadays, seeing certain stalkers in all those locations on any given shopping outing.
Then to the laundry to deal with the shit and blood from yesterdays perp anal games. Six pairs of underwear, one sheet, three pairs of shorts and one pair of track pants got laundered to deal with this problem. Laundry on a Tuesday is rare, so the perps decided to arrange a fire truck and ambulance to circle the laundromat and put on some kind of "event" at the adjacent golf course.
The dude/owner at the laundromat pulled a strange stunt, supposedly grabbing something 2" from me when he was 4' away while we were chatting. (He was keeping me from heading out the door). And this was the non-freak laundromat, but no more, they put on some freaks to foul the place, tattoos up and down arms, male long hair, a huge load (10 plastic bags of laundry) etc.
07-16-2014
Vineyard work today; more heat 35C, but more dimming due to smoke haze. even a local forest fire, Mt Boucherie. One good thing the perps did to me was improve my hot weather capabilities. Formerly, until about 2006, if it was 26C or higher, I was totally wiped out by the heat and couldn't function very well. Now, I barely notice it is 36C and am doing just fine in open sunlit vineyard work. Am I supposed to thank the assholes for that one, of say five, major body improvements they have made in this 12 year long (and counting) fucking relentless abusive streak? I say NO; it was done to me and I didn't request it. (Nor did I know such physiological capabilities could be modified by remote means).
A totally unneeded post dinner shopping trip with $31 spent on chocolate. A Fat Folk freak show at the LD cashier, almost as bad as last visit to Walmart; step-in-my-way stunts, the waiting "customers" ahead and behind me both go the new cashier that "happened" to open up, after creating a backup at the only cashier in the first place. My, how attentive they are to opening up new checkouts, but why aren't they so attentive in stopping these checkout lineups in the first place? I had salad and canned salmon for dinner, so maybe that was the reason they went stalking nuts at the LD store tonight.
Had some more cherries off the tree, and lo, if the perps didn't start up their anal play games an hour later. No deposits/mess etc. thankfully, though I was discouraged from stopping on the way home.
And what is with all the people cluster fuck at Skaha beach? Normally when I drive by at the end of the day everyone is scattered at seeming random all over the beach with umbrellas, chairs etc. Now, they are all arranged within 30' of the water's edge in a line, with 100' of intervening empty beach. Bizarre, and now second day of this ridiculous public insanity display.
I see the perps have blocked my access to Chrome again, the only browser of three that will display my email in readable form, Firefox and IE are corrupted in the same way, all the graphics and their positional coordinates are stripped out and all I get is text listed down the L side of the display. Here we are in 2014, with an HTML email, and two market leading browser "puke" to make it dysfunctional. Or, it gets mangled by undeclared (to me) parties who like to mess with my email access just when I want to send a message to someone.
07-17-2014
A day of tucking vines in the vineyard; this is a very vigorous growing site, and this is the third time through. Also the productivity mysteries continues; a given row of vines doesn't look like it would be too much to tuck, say an hour. But no, it takes two hours. I try and stick to basics and not do anything extra, and lo, if I don't get one side done in 30 min. instead of an hour. Just when I was to self-declare that this job takes an hour a side, why, somehow I get a side done in half an hour. At times I feel getting bogged down, and know the perps are screwing me somehow, but I cannot understand why this job is taking so long. They must interfere with one's cerebellum, the back part of the brain that deals with timing, passage of time and coordinating actions with aims.
A few new forest fires aren't far away, and with Penticton airport being a tanker base, there is plenty of air tanker arrivals and departures, as in aircraft noise and activity, a frequent feature of being kept in this rabbit hole. Plus, the aircraft are marked in white and red and their tank is loaded with a red slurry to drop onto the fire.
Per usual, the sunlight games continued; some light cloud, some haze, turn it on when I am working on the vines, and while bent over doing some tucking low down, why, the sun goes behind a cloud and a dimmer scene awaits when I get back to standing. Exciting times as prisoner in disguise.
07-18-2014
Friday, much the same as yesterday. I went to the doctor to get my prescriptions filled after work. This seemed to precipitate a freak show of the shiftless elder males with prominent guts hanging forth. Not only that, they wore solid color red, pink and orange shirts. I suppose if thereis one thing worse than being cast in a Fellini movie (freak show, my usual analogy), it must be the casting call for all those who think they are freakish enough to audition.
There was even a brown uniformed UPS Fuckwit hovering near the chocolate I wanted to purchase, so I decided to screw it. After getting out of LD and the cashier obstruction with a flush of Fuckwits, why, the doctor who attended me for the Rx 10 minutes earlier, "happened" to be gangstalking my ass on my exit from the LD store. Another fine coincidence.
And another coincidence was a yellow shirted Fuckwit that was hounding my ass in HH (hardware store where they wear these fugly red shirts) just "happened" to be stalking my ass again 10 minutes later at theBay when I got skunked on finding a slotted serving spoon. Said serving spoon seems to be the latest "unobtainium" item. It has been pissing me off for the last year I don't have a slotted serving spoon to let the liquid drain from the just cooked food, and all I want is a stainless steel one. I think I have been to five stores in the last month, and none has one. I looked on Amazon.ca, lame brother to Amazon.com but without the heavy shipping costs, and could not find what I wanted. The perps like to do this; arrange for a item for me to "need", or at least covet, and then send me to different vendors all to not find the item. Just hilarious this game, and all the better (for the perps) is when I do find the item and not use it, or need it, anywhere as much as I had "thought" (read, planted ideations).
07-19-2014
Saturday, and regular laundry, with gratuitous HD noise/drivebys, and severe vehicular stalking was when I attempted to go to the bank downtown, getting skunked for a parking spot, including the bank's own lot. I decided to screw it, and lo, severe vehicular stalking on my way back.
I got whacked for a 3 hour nap attack just before lunch. I was reading a memoir, and then the sleep "need" came on and I thought it would be less than an hour lie down and have a later lunch. But no, it was 1530h before I got up, and per usual, need a shot of tea and chocolate to fully come round. And note, I had two extra hours of sleep overnight, not setting the alarm this morning. In other words, it wasn't a sleep deficit problem, but a remotely invoked tiredness.
And the "need-it-but-cannot-have-it" games over a stainless steel slotted serving spoon continue. I was looking for a work belt pouch in a popular Canadian chain of hardware where they also wear red shirts, and "happened" to come across the kitchen aisle. Nice Kitchenaid utensils, including ss serving spoons, but no slotted spoon for crissakes. It is going to be another "when it happens" purchase, because there aren't any more locations to go to. No dedicated kitchen shops in this town, but that is OK.
07-20-2014
Sunday, another mid-day whack in attempting for a nap attack, only an hour. I spent three hours attempting to get my DVD player to see my music files, but to no avail. All those hi-fi products with $3k music servers (a computer) that DO connect to their own hardware seamlessly is the smarter way to go instead of separates via Windows (doesn't support BluRay for crissakes) if money is of no concern. But it is for this TI, as I have been beaten down financially so often, by the ex twice before all this harassment went overt, and again by her over the divorce and the recent smackdown of the past few blog postings.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Overnight Port Wine Stain Arrival
07-08-2013
I see that the windows of this stand-alone suite were replaced today, just as I was notified in advance. The owners indicated that this might be planned a month ago, but wasn't sure when it might happen. But the window installers did it in true perp style by making a mess. That is to say, there was a fine layer of pink dust from the stucco on the outside had "somehow "got inside and came down around each of the four window locations. That is, on furniture, the kitchen counter, clothes etc. Make my day assholes; I loathe messes, and this time they put the Windows Gang on me to make a mess in four locations.The installer said the old windows were leaky and making out he couldn't do anything about it. Was I allowed to ask him if he had a vacuum attachment on his saw, or if he taped the windows up before he started. No..sirr, putting Fuckwits on the spot and calling them on their BS is not allowed.
07-09-2013
I thought that port wine stains on skin, usually Caucasian skin I would think, were determined at birth, a la Gorbachev. Not only did I get two red wine moles arranged vertically on my chest and within an inch of each other back in 2005 or so, but I got a new one last night on my face. Yes...sirr, these strange and persistent things/abuses can arrive overnight, and on my R. cheekbone, where there is minimal flesh covering the location. Not directly visible face on, but evident on my R. side profile. I am infuriated that this bullshit is done to me after 11 years of this sustained abuse. Seems the perps need a dark red mark to go with the present spate of cherry picking I have been assigned to. And I see the pics of it did not turn out.
On the general abuse front, there are plasma spots, flashes in my field of view lately, often the persistent kind that stay in my vision from outside to inside and then up the stairs to the next floor. These are important transition points for the perps, who put on no end jerkarounds over egress over these critical locations. I cannot shake these light flashes from my view, and sometimes they will change color and then revert back to the first color, often green, light and dark at different events. Often the shapes are segmented lines straight or arced.
And at least six ponytail male eruptions/stalkings after work today, when driving into town. Even a "greeter" at the parking lot pay machine was part of this freakshow.
Day 2 of the window installers' mess; I put sheets over all the things I could, so guess what, I get to launder them later this week. One of the Windows Gang put an ice cream cone in my freezer using my bowl, and the asshole didn't even clean it retrieving it. And no less, "somehow" I didn't see that it was in a bowl, as the perps wiped this particular object from my visual/cognitive field when I first saw it in the freezer. I spend over an hour doing vacuming the entire floor area of the place, cleaned the counters, top of fridge etc.
And I have yet to read Dean Radin's book, The Conscious Universe, which I can rightfully blame the perps as I bought it at least two years ago and haven't turned a page. But I see Supernormal: Science, Yoga, and the Evidence for Extraordinary Psychic Abilities in the same theme, and directly addresses yoga. I have often wondered what the perp's yoga fixation is about, and this new book might provide some insight. Based on the advertising copy, I would say he is on the right track, and should be thankful he doesn't get cancered or otherwise whacked like some of the leading physics thinkers.
07-10-2013
A two hour nap attack, (though I got FUD-ed, so it might have been three hours), tea time at beginning and afterward, no dinner. I still feel wasted after the nap, a perp trademark I have come to know. Perhaps it relates to what follows; read on.
I am listening to a Bonnie Raitt CD, the re-master of Give It Up, one of my very favorite albums. To do so, the perps put me through three PC players after obstructing Windows Media Player and increasing my annoyance before the CD would finally play. And lo, if it didn't play from two sources (different software), one on top of the other. This is my fourth copy of the album; the first LP in 1973 got warped on the turntable in the sun, and the second LP seemed served me well until a generic "LP-disease" came on and caused localized warps on many of my LP's to have me replace them all in 1993 or so. (Yes, I looked after my LP's, and kept them from sun, heat, cold etc.). Then a CD was next, and now this re-master version. I first bought Give It Up in 1974, and turned a number of friends on to Bonnie Raitt's distinct talents. Back in 1990, by "fluke", I saw her win her first and fourth Grammy on TV, as I was studying at the time, and the house owner controlled the TV. It is one of my favorite albums, and perhaps that is the reason the perps put me through a long and unneeded nap in advance of playing the CD.
07-13-2013
Saturday...
A two and a half hour nap attack this afternoon, and I felt groggy for at least an hour after that. I slept an extra two hours this morning, so I did not need the sleep. (Plus, some vile dreams in progress before I awakened). The associated deal seemed to be the post nap activity of cutting up the cooked chicken in the fridge. It was the first time I cut into it, though I pulled a leg off it four days ago when the Window Gang (per above) were here. As I had the last of the prior chicken until two days ago, one could say there was chicken-overlap, having both in the fridge for three days (until yesterday), and this one was begun today. As the perps routinely noisestalk me over cutting of chicken meat, or any food item for that matter, it doesn't suprise me that they hit me with an advance nap attack.
Earlier, the laundromat stalkathon, with the parking lot duly arranged with vehicles and trailers. This time a 20' boat and trailer behind a pickup truck dominated the parking, and stayed there for the entire time, some 1.5 hours. After I returned from errands while the load was washing, a pickup with a 20' flat deck trailer pulled in beside the boat and trailer. Call it trailer-on-trailer action, for whatever reason the perps find in this particular vehicle. A few weeks ago, for two visits a week apart, they put on a camper-trailer in the same parking lot. The owner was one of the stalkers at the motel (until May 31) and didn't have either the trailer or the pickup towing vehicle then. Funny how these shiftless males can come up spades in such a short span.
They put on a negro at the laundromat this morning, he first came to stand by his active washing machine and then feign putting more money it, an absurd proposition as it didn't need money. There is nothing one can do once the load has begun to launder. Said negro returned for my return when the drying cycle was done. Not only was he looking at his laptop, a very common perp prop, he then got up to cross my path after I came by. And lo, if he didn't have his laundry in the dryer next to mine, just like his washing. Way back in 2004-2005 the perps put a negro woman on my ass, as in stalking me, at a laundromat. A car from the state of Georgia was parked outside, and she "happened" to have her laundry in the next machine. She gives me this sneering look for no reason that I could discern, and I stare back, and she then departs. Fucking weird then, and thankfully today's laundromat negro kept his head down and staring at his laptop.
I see the above mentioned port wine stain has mostly disappeared, so some reprieve from the Fourth Reich on the facial flaws front.
07-14-2013
Sunday, and a "need" to get a hike came on. I did my usual MacIntyre Bluff early enough that there wasn't hordes and herds of faux hikers to navigate past.
But no rest for tanning, as the forest ants kept crawling over me, and the bee "happened" to buzz me when I had both hands busy.
Another forced nap attack after the hike, a good two hours and the third in a week. As above, note the prior or subsequent events for a perp connection. And lo, if they didn't pull another ant invasion in the kitchen, in two places it turned out. Another freak-out from the ants, juvenile ants they are, and another clean up job, and then putting liner in the drawers so ant-like scuffs won't be mistaken for the them. I must of spent 50% or more of my free time this past week in the direct service of the perps; nap attacks, stucco dust cleanup, and ants-in-kitchen cleanup.
I see that the windows of this stand-alone suite were replaced today, just as I was notified in advance. The owners indicated that this might be planned a month ago, but wasn't sure when it might happen. But the window installers did it in true perp style by making a mess. That is to say, there was a fine layer of pink dust from the stucco on the outside had "somehow "got inside and came down around each of the four window locations. That is, on furniture, the kitchen counter, clothes etc. Make my day assholes; I loathe messes, and this time they put the Windows Gang on me to make a mess in four locations.The installer said the old windows were leaky and making out he couldn't do anything about it. Was I allowed to ask him if he had a vacuum attachment on his saw, or if he taped the windows up before he started. No..sirr, putting Fuckwits on the spot and calling them on their BS is not allowed.
07-09-2013
I thought that port wine stains on skin, usually Caucasian skin I would think, were determined at birth, a la Gorbachev. Not only did I get two red wine moles arranged vertically on my chest and within an inch of each other back in 2005 or so, but I got a new one last night on my face. Yes...sirr, these strange and persistent things/abuses can arrive overnight, and on my R. cheekbone, where there is minimal flesh covering the location. Not directly visible face on, but evident on my R. side profile. I am infuriated that this bullshit is done to me after 11 years of this sustained abuse. Seems the perps need a dark red mark to go with the present spate of cherry picking I have been assigned to. And I see the pics of it did not turn out.
On the general abuse front, there are plasma spots, flashes in my field of view lately, often the persistent kind that stay in my vision from outside to inside and then up the stairs to the next floor. These are important transition points for the perps, who put on no end jerkarounds over egress over these critical locations. I cannot shake these light flashes from my view, and sometimes they will change color and then revert back to the first color, often green, light and dark at different events. Often the shapes are segmented lines straight or arced.
And at least six ponytail male eruptions/stalkings after work today, when driving into town. Even a "greeter" at the parking lot pay machine was part of this freakshow.
Day 2 of the window installers' mess; I put sheets over all the things I could, so guess what, I get to launder them later this week. One of the Windows Gang put an ice cream cone in my freezer using my bowl, and the asshole didn't even clean it retrieving it. And no less, "somehow" I didn't see that it was in a bowl, as the perps wiped this particular object from my visual/cognitive field when I first saw it in the freezer. I spend over an hour doing vacuming the entire floor area of the place, cleaned the counters, top of fridge etc.
And I have yet to read Dean Radin's book, The Conscious Universe, which I can rightfully blame the perps as I bought it at least two years ago and haven't turned a page. But I see Supernormal: Science, Yoga, and the Evidence for Extraordinary Psychic Abilities in the same theme, and directly addresses yoga. I have often wondered what the perp's yoga fixation is about, and this new book might provide some insight. Based on the advertising copy, I would say he is on the right track, and should be thankful he doesn't get cancered or otherwise whacked like some of the leading physics thinkers.
07-10-2013
A two hour nap attack, (though I got FUD-ed, so it might have been three hours), tea time at beginning and afterward, no dinner. I still feel wasted after the nap, a perp trademark I have come to know. Perhaps it relates to what follows; read on.
I am listening to a Bonnie Raitt CD, the re-master of Give It Up, one of my very favorite albums. To do so, the perps put me through three PC players after obstructing Windows Media Player and increasing my annoyance before the CD would finally play. And lo, if it didn't play from two sources (different software), one on top of the other. This is my fourth copy of the album; the first LP in 1973 got warped on the turntable in the sun, and the second LP seemed served me well until a generic "LP-disease" came on and caused localized warps on many of my LP's to have me replace them all in 1993 or so. (Yes, I looked after my LP's, and kept them from sun, heat, cold etc.). Then a CD was next, and now this re-master version. I first bought Give It Up in 1974, and turned a number of friends on to Bonnie Raitt's distinct talents. Back in 1990, by "fluke", I saw her win her first and fourth Grammy on TV, as I was studying at the time, and the house owner controlled the TV. It is one of my favorite albums, and perhaps that is the reason the perps put me through a long and unneeded nap in advance of playing the CD.
07-13-2013
Saturday...
A two and a half hour nap attack this afternoon, and I felt groggy for at least an hour after that. I slept an extra two hours this morning, so I did not need the sleep. (Plus, some vile dreams in progress before I awakened). The associated deal seemed to be the post nap activity of cutting up the cooked chicken in the fridge. It was the first time I cut into it, though I pulled a leg off it four days ago when the Window Gang (per above) were here. As I had the last of the prior chicken until two days ago, one could say there was chicken-overlap, having both in the fridge for three days (until yesterday), and this one was begun today. As the perps routinely noisestalk me over cutting of chicken meat, or any food item for that matter, it doesn't suprise me that they hit me with an advance nap attack.
Earlier, the laundromat stalkathon, with the parking lot duly arranged with vehicles and trailers. This time a 20' boat and trailer behind a pickup truck dominated the parking, and stayed there for the entire time, some 1.5 hours. After I returned from errands while the load was washing, a pickup with a 20' flat deck trailer pulled in beside the boat and trailer. Call it trailer-on-trailer action, for whatever reason the perps find in this particular vehicle. A few weeks ago, for two visits a week apart, they put on a camper-trailer in the same parking lot. The owner was one of the stalkers at the motel (until May 31) and didn't have either the trailer or the pickup towing vehicle then. Funny how these shiftless males can come up spades in such a short span.
They put on a negro at the laundromat this morning, he first came to stand by his active washing machine and then feign putting more money it, an absurd proposition as it didn't need money. There is nothing one can do once the load has begun to launder. Said negro returned for my return when the drying cycle was done. Not only was he looking at his laptop, a very common perp prop, he then got up to cross my path after I came by. And lo, if he didn't have his laundry in the dryer next to mine, just like his washing. Way back in 2004-2005 the perps put a negro woman on my ass, as in stalking me, at a laundromat. A car from the state of Georgia was parked outside, and she "happened" to have her laundry in the next machine. She gives me this sneering look for no reason that I could discern, and I stare back, and she then departs. Fucking weird then, and thankfully today's laundromat negro kept his head down and staring at his laptop.
I see the above mentioned port wine stain has mostly disappeared, so some reprieve from the Fourth Reich on the facial flaws front.
07-14-2013
Sunday, and a "need" to get a hike came on. I did my usual MacIntyre Bluff early enough that there wasn't hordes and herds of faux hikers to navigate past.
But no rest for tanning, as the forest ants kept crawling over me, and the bee "happened" to buzz me when I had both hands busy.
Another forced nap attack after the hike, a good two hours and the third in a week. As above, note the prior or subsequent events for a perp connection. And lo, if they didn't pull another ant invasion in the kitchen, in two places it turned out. Another freak-out from the ants, juvenile ants they are, and another clean up job, and then putting liner in the drawers so ant-like scuffs won't be mistaken for the them. I must of spent 50% or more of my free time this past week in the direct service of the perps; nap attacks, stucco dust cleanup, and ants-in-kitchen cleanup.
Saturday, June 08, 2013
Lights On, Off and Other
06-02-2013
Day two of my new abode, a small house on a lot with a larger residential house, where the landlords live. It it most strange that the perps have me free of noxious, loud and room shaking neighbors as they haven't allowed this even in concrete towers, as there have been many instances of 12" of concrete and steel shaking "from" a tenant above. And the last residence, an over-winter in a much smaller motel suite was rife with room vibrations, outside coughing and hacking, and yacking neighbors at all hours of the night, sometimes a woman-only griping shift at 0500h from both the N and S neighbor on the same morning.
So what do the perps do instead? Apart from residential neighborhood noise of large pickups and hotrods and HD motorcycles, why, they fuck with the lights. I was moved to put in four LED light bulbs as I cannot stand compact flourescent bulbs.
Then I put in three new 50W MR16 halogen bulbs in the overhead light, which was working and it suddenly conked out only a few minutes ago after starting up this PC for blogging. This was to be the light for the living room (half the suite) and I will be screwed (so to speak) until I get the problem fixed. If it is like many low volt halogen lighting units, the transformer suddenly quits, and new ones cannot be found as a new (same quality) light is cheaper.
What is it about low-volt lighting systems that causes the perps to take them out with such regularity? This "problem" goes back at least 25 years, and included a $1000 Italian Aurora light with a 5lb transformer, and I never, ever, got it working right even though all who I asked said that model has never been a problem. I shipped it back to Montreal twice (from Victoria) to get it fixed and it still never worked for long. Never did I imagine that everyone else knew perfectly why these low volt halogen lighting follies were playing out, nor that there was an agency of malevolent intent who deemed fucking with my lighting was just another day at the office. I was so pissed with the low-volt halogen lighting hassles that I eventually went to AC halogen bulbs, even though I preferred the punchy low volt halogen`s intense white glow.
My low volt halogen lighting systems of Ikea were also routinely sabotaged up until the perps went overt in 2002. This was a two wire trapeze, and the lights would individually click all of a sudden. Then the bulbs started going on me.
And the third round of lighting I dealt with in this second day of residency is the bathroom globe lights that were very yellow, and some not working. I got replacement ones all the same kind and power, and lo, if only one worked of this bar of four. Then I turned the non-functional ones in and lo, if a second bulb didn't work. I had dinner, repeated the exercise, and then a third one worked. And about two hours into the evening, and after reading wine books that I re-discovered in my boxes, I visit the bathroom again, and lo, if the fourth and last bulb didn't work after I somehow "found" a little more to screw-in . Seems like a progressive and incremental non-consensual human subject experiment on the effects of each bulb to me. But like I have said many times, they have been at this covertly for 47 years (unwitting TI), and then went into overt-berserk mode (as an aware TI) for 11 years now. They aren`t going to stop anytime soon.
And they were preparing me for this, as the lighting in the prior motel residence was also failing; two new 40W incandescent bulbs, one 60W incandescent bulb, and one low volt halogen lamp of a pair also went in the last four weeks there.
At this new residence, a major crud-ification of nearly every surface, especially the shower and bathroom...gross. Cleaning will be a ongoing chore for the next few weeks.
06-03-2013
Arising from a new bed, and was awakened at least an hour early before the alarm went off at 0445h. (I was also kept from sleeping by an imposed hour or more of wakefulness). It is a Monday, and the noise assault was on in force when I started at 0700h. The noise of power equipment all day at the adjacent vineyard while tucking and plucking shoots. Yoga afterward with the delectable pixie
06-04-2013
The continuing Internal combustion engine noise from yesterday; string trimmers, power saws, throbby ATV, aircraft, hotrods and HD motorcycle noises in the distance. And a pattern developed; they would have a gasoline powered vehicle make a noise like an gasoline outboard engine, and lo, within a few minutes, an single engine prop aircraft would fly over with a very similar engine noise. Ditto for throbby ATV noise (erupting twice, each time after my break); an aircraft would be arranged to fly overhead with a very similar throbby engine noise.
The high altitude jets-overhead noise was also scripted in, at least 10x over the day, though not as much as last week when there had to be at least 30 overflights, or the noise thereof. Plenty of trails crisscrossing in the sky, and later artful curvilinear tweaks.
Again, dog barking was arranged exactly when cutting or pulling a vine shoot; at least three times in succession (all within 30 seconds or so).
06-05-2013
Vineyard work; distant chain saws (odd, too late for pruning), etc. And the now daily bad muffler act again as the employees leave at 1400h, and three of four of them have ill-maintained mufflers.
Ongoing tradesman work as there are things getting repaired in this suite-house. A new heat pump installation; dudes, impact drills, vacuuming, male banter; in and immediately outside. The usual red shirts, baggy shorts to the knee, hairy male legs... etc. -thumping, banging, sawing, clunking, - just like old days, as in last week at the motel I lived in.
And mysterious teleportational packing-moving games; I was missing the Fein file and bit kit purchased in October 2012, and couldn't find it anywhere in my boxes. Not even here at the new place. So how did it "happen" that the bit kit packed in November 2012 end up inside the Fein multi-tool and box that I bought in Jan. 2013? Another one of those moving mysteries, whereby missing items show up in later acquired containers.
06-06-2013
The perps totally purged me of knowing it was a D-Day anniversary today; even this morning's radio played the PM of the day, MacKenzie King, and I didn't have any idea why they were doing this. Not until "D-Day" was specifically mentioned by name did I know. Which is a total mind-fuck obstruction stunt, as I always knew it was this day, and recalled before anyone else.
Continued tucking and plucking vine shoots today, all day nearly save some winery activity first thing. The throbby ATV noise played out next door at the adjacent orchard. It seems they have nothing better to do than drive it around the perimeter for an hour or so, and then on the street for more coverage from a different direction. And timed for when I was starting a new row after a food break, twice. The adjacent vineyard got their mower out to make more noise, grinding and smacking rocks with it; ridiculous, as the row aisle cover was short to begin with.
A crumb inundation at my place when I got back. The electrician didn't clean up to well, so particle board crumbs (brown and white)on the counter, kettle, cupboard, stove. And once cleaned up, why, more teleported crumbs would arrive on a clean surface as by back was momentarily turned. All to crank up the infuriation level, something they also did in the vineyard, by making it seem that I put a 3/4" cut from my very sharp pruners in my hand. Somehow, no cut, and no cut glove. It would of been a gusher had the assholes cut me.
More mess to clean up, as I see the electrician used my folding chair as a step stool to install a new light after the perps fucked me into putting three 50W bulbs in the fixture that was rated for 20Wx3 I later learned. Not only was there a dusting of plaster, but the asshole didn't wipe the seat clean. This was coordinated with the fact that I used the same chair all yesterday evening, and now I have a new office chair that was spare from the vineyard. After the folding chair got cleaned, it will be of limited use until I get a breakfast table. Chair changeing, seat changing at the theatre all have been done so many times in the past, it is almost predictable.
06-07-2013
Busy on tucking and plucking vines; I get about four rows a day done, as much shoot thinning needs to be done, as shoving the shoots in tight is a bad situation for powdery mildew. So, to tuck a shoot between the trellis wires, one must clear some leaves or extra shoots out to make space for the shoot one wants to tuck. The Vertical Shoot Positioning (VSP) is what this trellis system is called, and is the most common in this region.
The throbby ATV noise after my two breaks (and starting a new row), but more distant than yesterday, but same impeccable timing and duration. And as I was doing an extra 30 min. of work (having ``decided`` about 10 min. earlier), why, two black fighter jets - in formation and doing a large climbing bank to the W opposite the vineyard. the roar was heard a long way off (aka, noise track). There was blackish pulsing emanations coming from each of them, per usual with any aircraft in my experience, including single engine prop aircraft which are less likely to have radar that the perps typically co-opt to source magnetic and maser pulses from. There are no aircraft fighter bases nearby, as Canada has a rather paltry air force, so what were they doing here.
Yet again, now five days in succession, dog-barking noise was arranged exactly at the moment I cut a shoot to thin it out. These dog-bark spells go for at least 30 min., and two or more a day. Amazing what tricks dogs can do, har, har.
An ant attack this morning (about 40 or so, micro-ants, so very small), and then this evening, having "forgotten" the first instance at breakfast. I was infuriated beyond comprehension as they came from nowhere, and were populating my coconut butter jar, which I threw out into the garbage with a half inch left. How the perps love me throwing out good food, and how they love stalking me with garbage trucks of every kind. And today "happens" to be garbage pick up day. All too coordinated from my perspective.
And the perp assholes were on the teleporting crumb games in conjunction with cleaning up after the micro-ants; coconut butter would arrive from 4ft away, all by itself and opposite in direction from where I was facing the kitchen counter. It has been a major crumb attack week. And I see that my black briefcase was dusted with white crumbs, another sourvenier mess from the electrician (apparently) from two days ago. The fucking pig doesn`t know a mess when he makes one.
I was allowed to remember my daughter's birthday today, in order to phone her. She phoned back later in the day when I was in the vineyard, and the reception was terrible for all the trellis wires and being near the power lines too. (Or, more like perp management, read on). Good for a sudden disconnection, as well as me wondering if she was still on the line. The perps like to disconnect phones, computers etc. as there must be some kind of neural energetic properties they are attempting to detect with the aid of electromagnetic devices. Not to mention the "what did you say?", "I thought I heard..." verbal cognition FUD games which suddenly became endemic since 04-2002.
As another example last week, I left a phone message with my landlord/lady and then I get a text message in reply (I thought) about two minutes later. So I do the texting thing and lo, if I find out that it was just "pure coincidence" that she was sending me a text about the very subject of my phone message.
06-08-2013
New laundry games commence, as this place (moved in June 01,2013) does not have a washer or dryer. Which means no end of perp fuckery as they so do love to mess with laundry machines, make intractable stains, alter clothing colors, stop the machines in mid-cycle, steal laundry sometimes (3 same black work socks of six pairs "lost" at the last place from the washing machine alone),have foam creep out the top of the washing machine, have coin operated machines steal money etc. Even at 0900h on a Saturday morning the freaks were out; 3 of 7 customers were rude asses, sneaking in close without an "excuse me". Some 5/7 customers were tattoo-ed, and wanted me to know it, bar arms exposed. One chinese man was posted next to my washing machine when I returned, maybe 10 min. after the load was done. He wasn't seeming to be doing much, and had the partial back turn directed at me in that all to familiar double back twist; forward and to the side away from me, no matter how contrived it is. (No wonder the perps like me to do yoga). Then the walked the length of the laundromat with a red bucket for crissakes, and then returned to do fuck all again, puttering at the adjacent washing machine. Then one of my ball-capper stalkers at the last (wintertime motel) residence, he of the shades and ball cap sitting outside and smoking butt and doing squat at 0615h, "happened" to be doing his laundry there too. Such a coincidence; and did he ever come a long way fast; a new shiny Ford Ranger towing a 20' late model travel trailer with mag wheels, no less. And again, smoking butt in the doorway of his travel trailer parked in the parking lot. And here I thought he was just a shiftless elder-vagrant, as he had no vehicle at the last place and seemed to be there just to loiter. (Vagrants are one of the most used gangstalk demographic subpopulations, as they have a perfect excuse to hang around -ergo, Dallas, Nov. 22, 1963). I see the laundromat opens at 0700h, and will report on the freakshow count next week.
I will post this today, Saturday, as it wraps up another weekly cycle, even if a day earlier. Somewhere, someone, (I suspect) has got me figured out as a Sunday-posting blogger, and being a day late or day early is just too hilarious of an inconvenience for the perps (read, deranged mofo of the Fourth Reich) not to invoke.
Day two of my new abode, a small house on a lot with a larger residential house, where the landlords live. It it most strange that the perps have me free of noxious, loud and room shaking neighbors as they haven't allowed this even in concrete towers, as there have been many instances of 12" of concrete and steel shaking "from" a tenant above. And the last residence, an over-winter in a much smaller motel suite was rife with room vibrations, outside coughing and hacking, and yacking neighbors at all hours of the night, sometimes a woman-only griping shift at 0500h from both the N and S neighbor on the same morning.
So what do the perps do instead? Apart from residential neighborhood noise of large pickups and hotrods and HD motorcycles, why, they fuck with the lights. I was moved to put in four LED light bulbs as I cannot stand compact flourescent bulbs.
Then I put in three new 50W MR16 halogen bulbs in the overhead light, which was working and it suddenly conked out only a few minutes ago after starting up this PC for blogging. This was to be the light for the living room (half the suite) and I will be screwed (so to speak) until I get the problem fixed. If it is like many low volt halogen lighting units, the transformer suddenly quits, and new ones cannot be found as a new (same quality) light is cheaper.
What is it about low-volt lighting systems that causes the perps to take them out with such regularity? This "problem" goes back at least 25 years, and included a $1000 Italian Aurora light with a 5lb transformer, and I never, ever, got it working right even though all who I asked said that model has never been a problem. I shipped it back to Montreal twice (from Victoria) to get it fixed and it still never worked for long. Never did I imagine that everyone else knew perfectly why these low volt halogen lighting follies were playing out, nor that there was an agency of malevolent intent who deemed fucking with my lighting was just another day at the office. I was so pissed with the low-volt halogen lighting hassles that I eventually went to AC halogen bulbs, even though I preferred the punchy low volt halogen`s intense white glow.
My low volt halogen lighting systems of Ikea were also routinely sabotaged up until the perps went overt in 2002. This was a two wire trapeze, and the lights would individually click all of a sudden. Then the bulbs started going on me.
And the third round of lighting I dealt with in this second day of residency is the bathroom globe lights that were very yellow, and some not working. I got replacement ones all the same kind and power, and lo, if only one worked of this bar of four. Then I turned the non-functional ones in and lo, if a second bulb didn't work. I had dinner, repeated the exercise, and then a third one worked. And about two hours into the evening, and after reading wine books that I re-discovered in my boxes, I visit the bathroom again, and lo, if the fourth and last bulb didn't work after I somehow "found" a little more to screw-in . Seems like a progressive and incremental non-consensual human subject experiment on the effects of each bulb to me. But like I have said many times, they have been at this covertly for 47 years (unwitting TI), and then went into overt-berserk mode (as an aware TI) for 11 years now. They aren`t going to stop anytime soon.
And they were preparing me for this, as the lighting in the prior motel residence was also failing; two new 40W incandescent bulbs, one 60W incandescent bulb, and one low volt halogen lamp of a pair also went in the last four weeks there.
At this new residence, a major crud-ification of nearly every surface, especially the shower and bathroom...gross. Cleaning will be a ongoing chore for the next few weeks.
06-03-2013
Arising from a new bed, and was awakened at least an hour early before the alarm went off at 0445h. (I was also kept from sleeping by an imposed hour or more of wakefulness). It is a Monday, and the noise assault was on in force when I started at 0700h. The noise of power equipment all day at the adjacent vineyard while tucking and plucking shoots. Yoga afterward with the delectable pixie
06-04-2013
The continuing Internal combustion engine noise from yesterday; string trimmers, power saws, throbby ATV, aircraft, hotrods and HD motorcycle noises in the distance. And a pattern developed; they would have a gasoline powered vehicle make a noise like an gasoline outboard engine, and lo, within a few minutes, an single engine prop aircraft would fly over with a very similar engine noise. Ditto for throbby ATV noise (erupting twice, each time after my break); an aircraft would be arranged to fly overhead with a very similar throbby engine noise.
The high altitude jets-overhead noise was also scripted in, at least 10x over the day, though not as much as last week when there had to be at least 30 overflights, or the noise thereof. Plenty of trails crisscrossing in the sky, and later artful curvilinear tweaks.
Again, dog barking was arranged exactly when cutting or pulling a vine shoot; at least three times in succession (all within 30 seconds or so).
06-05-2013
Vineyard work; distant chain saws (odd, too late for pruning), etc. And the now daily bad muffler act again as the employees leave at 1400h, and three of four of them have ill-maintained mufflers.
Ongoing tradesman work as there are things getting repaired in this suite-house. A new heat pump installation; dudes, impact drills, vacuuming, male banter; in and immediately outside. The usual red shirts, baggy shorts to the knee, hairy male legs... etc. -thumping, banging, sawing, clunking, - just like old days, as in last week at the motel I lived in.
And mysterious teleportational packing-moving games; I was missing the Fein file and bit kit purchased in October 2012, and couldn't find it anywhere in my boxes. Not even here at the new place. So how did it "happen" that the bit kit packed in November 2012 end up inside the Fein multi-tool and box that I bought in Jan. 2013? Another one of those moving mysteries, whereby missing items show up in later acquired containers.
06-06-2013
The perps totally purged me of knowing it was a D-Day anniversary today; even this morning's radio played the PM of the day, MacKenzie King, and I didn't have any idea why they were doing this. Not until "D-Day" was specifically mentioned by name did I know. Which is a total mind-fuck obstruction stunt, as I always knew it was this day, and recalled before anyone else.
Continued tucking and plucking vine shoots today, all day nearly save some winery activity first thing. The throbby ATV noise played out next door at the adjacent orchard. It seems they have nothing better to do than drive it around the perimeter for an hour or so, and then on the street for more coverage from a different direction. And timed for when I was starting a new row after a food break, twice. The adjacent vineyard got their mower out to make more noise, grinding and smacking rocks with it; ridiculous, as the row aisle cover was short to begin with.
A crumb inundation at my place when I got back. The electrician didn't clean up to well, so particle board crumbs (brown and white)on the counter, kettle, cupboard, stove. And once cleaned up, why, more teleported crumbs would arrive on a clean surface as by back was momentarily turned. All to crank up the infuriation level, something they also did in the vineyard, by making it seem that I put a 3/4" cut from my very sharp pruners in my hand. Somehow, no cut, and no cut glove. It would of been a gusher had the assholes cut me.
More mess to clean up, as I see the electrician used my folding chair as a step stool to install a new light after the perps fucked me into putting three 50W bulbs in the fixture that was rated for 20Wx3 I later learned. Not only was there a dusting of plaster, but the asshole didn't wipe the seat clean. This was coordinated with the fact that I used the same chair all yesterday evening, and now I have a new office chair that was spare from the vineyard. After the folding chair got cleaned, it will be of limited use until I get a breakfast table. Chair changeing, seat changing at the theatre all have been done so many times in the past, it is almost predictable.
06-07-2013
Busy on tucking and plucking vines; I get about four rows a day done, as much shoot thinning needs to be done, as shoving the shoots in tight is a bad situation for powdery mildew. So, to tuck a shoot between the trellis wires, one must clear some leaves or extra shoots out to make space for the shoot one wants to tuck. The Vertical Shoot Positioning (VSP) is what this trellis system is called, and is the most common in this region.
The throbby ATV noise after my two breaks (and starting a new row), but more distant than yesterday, but same impeccable timing and duration. And as I was doing an extra 30 min. of work (having ``decided`` about 10 min. earlier), why, two black fighter jets - in formation and doing a large climbing bank to the W opposite the vineyard. the roar was heard a long way off (aka, noise track). There was blackish pulsing emanations coming from each of them, per usual with any aircraft in my experience, including single engine prop aircraft which are less likely to have radar that the perps typically co-opt to source magnetic and maser pulses from. There are no aircraft fighter bases nearby, as Canada has a rather paltry air force, so what were they doing here.
Yet again, now five days in succession, dog-barking noise was arranged exactly at the moment I cut a shoot to thin it out. These dog-bark spells go for at least 30 min., and two or more a day. Amazing what tricks dogs can do, har, har.
An ant attack this morning (about 40 or so, micro-ants, so very small), and then this evening, having "forgotten" the first instance at breakfast. I was infuriated beyond comprehension as they came from nowhere, and were populating my coconut butter jar, which I threw out into the garbage with a half inch left. How the perps love me throwing out good food, and how they love stalking me with garbage trucks of every kind. And today "happens" to be garbage pick up day. All too coordinated from my perspective.
And the perp assholes were on the teleporting crumb games in conjunction with cleaning up after the micro-ants; coconut butter would arrive from 4ft away, all by itself and opposite in direction from where I was facing the kitchen counter. It has been a major crumb attack week. And I see that my black briefcase was dusted with white crumbs, another sourvenier mess from the electrician (apparently) from two days ago. The fucking pig doesn`t know a mess when he makes one.
I was allowed to remember my daughter's birthday today, in order to phone her. She phoned back later in the day when I was in the vineyard, and the reception was terrible for all the trellis wires and being near the power lines too. (Or, more like perp management, read on). Good for a sudden disconnection, as well as me wondering if she was still on the line. The perps like to disconnect phones, computers etc. as there must be some kind of neural energetic properties they are attempting to detect with the aid of electromagnetic devices. Not to mention the "what did you say?", "I thought I heard..." verbal cognition FUD games which suddenly became endemic since 04-2002.
As another example last week, I left a phone message with my landlord/lady and then I get a text message in reply (I thought) about two minutes later. So I do the texting thing and lo, if I find out that it was just "pure coincidence" that she was sending me a text about the very subject of my phone message.
06-08-2013
New laundry games commence, as this place (moved in June 01,2013) does not have a washer or dryer. Which means no end of perp fuckery as they so do love to mess with laundry machines, make intractable stains, alter clothing colors, stop the machines in mid-cycle, steal laundry sometimes (3 same black work socks of six pairs "lost" at the last place from the washing machine alone),have foam creep out the top of the washing machine, have coin operated machines steal money etc. Even at 0900h on a Saturday morning the freaks were out; 3 of 7 customers were rude asses, sneaking in close without an "excuse me". Some 5/7 customers were tattoo-ed, and wanted me to know it, bar arms exposed. One chinese man was posted next to my washing machine when I returned, maybe 10 min. after the load was done. He wasn't seeming to be doing much, and had the partial back turn directed at me in that all to familiar double back twist; forward and to the side away from me, no matter how contrived it is. (No wonder the perps like me to do yoga). Then the walked the length of the laundromat with a red bucket for crissakes, and then returned to do fuck all again, puttering at the adjacent washing machine. Then one of my ball-capper stalkers at the last (wintertime motel) residence, he of the shades and ball cap sitting outside and smoking butt and doing squat at 0615h, "happened" to be doing his laundry there too. Such a coincidence; and did he ever come a long way fast; a new shiny Ford Ranger towing a 20' late model travel trailer with mag wheels, no less. And again, smoking butt in the doorway of his travel trailer parked in the parking lot. And here I thought he was just a shiftless elder-vagrant, as he had no vehicle at the last place and seemed to be there just to loiter. (Vagrants are one of the most used gangstalk demographic subpopulations, as they have a perfect excuse to hang around -ergo, Dallas, Nov. 22, 1963). I see the laundromat opens at 0700h, and will report on the freakshow count next week.
I will post this today, Saturday, as it wraps up another weekly cycle, even if a day earlier. Somewhere, someone, (I suspect) has got me figured out as a Sunday-posting blogger, and being a day late or day early is just too hilarious of an inconvenience for the perps (read, deranged mofo of the Fourth Reich) not to invoke.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Yellow Silliness Day
2030h
I have done my one hour cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, and as usual there were some disruptions and games going on that is entirely consistent with vehicular gangstalking and other games that are arranged. They packed the garage area with Mazdas, with the only egress being along side the driver's side of a light metallic brown (tan) colored four door sedan, driver's window open. It was arranged so tight that I had to lift the wheeled mop bucket of dark brown plastic overhead, and make a second trip to get by with the mop. Normally, the mop resides in the bucket which is wheeled into the desired location. This tight egress also meant at least five more round trips of raising the full black garbage bags high to avoid vehicle contact. Regular readers will know that I am constantly hounded with vehicular gangstalkers, and one of the more common "featured" colors is brown after introductory white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black vehicles. And yes, all those vehicles were also present in the garage area too.
Another stunt was to place a silver-grey Mazda hood, likely from a Miata, 12" from the tote that I use to carry around the cleaning materiel; disinfectant, glass cleaner, paper, wipes etc. The ersatz vehicle hood was tucked in this alcove are where they don't ordinarily store car parts. And it also no surprise to see so many new large car parts pinted in black and wrapped up in brown paper wrapping. Also, a profusion of brown cardboard boxes are "showing up", and not just in the parts section. These brown paper wrapped car parts will often be moved from day to day, changing orientation and distance from my route. They may also be put in other sections and in the garage area as forwarded parts in the seeming parked vehicle gangstalking that is going on IMHO. Another gangstalking "arrival" is a 12' and a 20' ladder inside the building and of no seeming utility. Again, regular readers will know from my vehicle ownership days that I was often beseiged with ladder bearing vehicles, usually pickups and trades vans; the so-named "Ladder Patrol" as it happened so often, and even in serial configurations.
I had my once per two week employment consult this morning, and had my yellow clothed gangstalkers out in force again. Today, it was raining, and the first thing outside was a dog with a yellow plastic rain coat on with two shiftless males standing around in the rain. Then onto the major arterial street of four lanes, two each way, and a designed cluster fuck of two black colored parked vehicles, two in (adjacent) lane black colored vehicles held up by the lead one "waiting" for the parking stall to be vacated, two more deep metallic grey vehicles behind the black ones with a yellow cab situated in the middle of this six pack of deep grey or black colored vehicles.
Then with other sidewalk cyclists who have a bicycle lane but prefer to ride past me, I got to my appointment where I had a 20 minute wait as it "happened". First an anchor woman gangstalker in the S. seats, and then me in the W. seats and then two dudes showing up, both of whom were immaculately dry, including their hair and did not have an umbrella. These were black dressed Fuckwits to join some of the black dressed apparent staff milling about. Then a woman with a 2' long flower came to sit beside me, and then she was called off in five minutes to the office beside the one I later visited as it "happened". The dude rotation then had one arrive with a soaking wet yellow raincoat, and he was still there when I got called in another five to eight minutes or so. It is always so entertaining and predictable to a point.
Perhaps the big excitement for the Fuckwits was that I cut my fingernails earlier this morning, the ones that were dyed yellow "from" wet gloves two days ago, and with residual yellow still in place as described in yesterday's blog posting. So... my yellow or once-yellow tinted fingernail trimmings went down the toilet that had also been fucked with this morning by brown colored backwash that "happened" to seep back in from last night's crap. Yes, we are still playing yellow and brown color combination games six years later of incessant life trashing, and it is all done by acclimating certain areas with greyscale colors and then adding the perp's difficult colors in; red, brown, yellow and purple and avocado green to a lesser extent. Not my problem, so why am I involved in it?
And one can hope to get an answer, but first I want to scream out the question to the face of real a criminal Fuckwit who is going to respond in English and explain why they selected me for this fucking sick minded abuse. As if they haven't sponsored enough already, and that doesn't include the memory wiping they did back when 2 to 5 years old and are still attempting to recreate by exposure to the fucking freakshow of ambulatory gangstalkers and other garrish color combinations I don't care to see, especially when online.
And I see that snow is forecast for tomorrow and Sunday, so I image this will be one big white color game for the perps, as if they haven't pulled enough of these already.
Another big perp event today was forcing me into taping the remaining window to stop the ready passage of cold air through the ill-fitting aluminum frame. Somehow, it got out of alignment to leave a 1/2" gap that they like to exploit by driving moist air into this apartment. This was done last year, and now for this winter, the other sliding glass door being taped up about 4 weeks ago. There is something the perps hope to learn/extract from drafting tape, and it just might be the gluten based adhesives that are used. They cannot get enough of taping things, and I have recently learned that pulling tape off a roll will cause small X-rays to be emitted. None were seen of course, or at least not by me. I am now "sealed in" with both windows taped, and it pisses me off that I won't have access to fresh air when needed, especially if I use a Sharpie felt pen or something equally noxious.
I also did laundry today, and again, I had my Fuckwit gangstalker in the laundry room when I got there to pick up my dried clothing from the dryer, and he kept standing behind me as I picked it up. This was identical to another set up with another gangstalker two weeks ago, also male. Both hanging around for no fucking reason except to stand behind me in the identical configuration each time. Another improbable event; having two halfwits as they presented themselves (Fuckwit criminals in reality), stand in the identical location while I was in the identical situation of extracting my clothes from the dryer, two weeks apart.
Last week they arranged for the dryer load to be partially dry; sheets were fine, but the towels and jeans were damp, and so I put the latter items on for another dryer cycle. And lo, if I didn't "forget" and wasn't reminded until two days later. But I was lucky, as they didn't steal anything this time, the usual outcome of "forgotten" laundry in a public facility.
12-13-2008, 1150h
I got fucked with again and didn't get this posted last night. There are far too many "forgets" these days, and when a unknown party has an interest in disruption of my routines, it all points to them. But they did allow me some headphone time, the first in two months.
I have done my one hour cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, and as usual there were some disruptions and games going on that is entirely consistent with vehicular gangstalking and other games that are arranged. They packed the garage area with Mazdas, with the only egress being along side the driver's side of a light metallic brown (tan) colored four door sedan, driver's window open. It was arranged so tight that I had to lift the wheeled mop bucket of dark brown plastic overhead, and make a second trip to get by with the mop. Normally, the mop resides in the bucket which is wheeled into the desired location. This tight egress also meant at least five more round trips of raising the full black garbage bags high to avoid vehicle contact. Regular readers will know that I am constantly hounded with vehicular gangstalkers, and one of the more common "featured" colors is brown after introductory white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black vehicles. And yes, all those vehicles were also present in the garage area too.
Another stunt was to place a silver-grey Mazda hood, likely from a Miata, 12" from the tote that I use to carry around the cleaning materiel; disinfectant, glass cleaner, paper, wipes etc. The ersatz vehicle hood was tucked in this alcove are where they don't ordinarily store car parts. And it also no surprise to see so many new large car parts pinted in black and wrapped up in brown paper wrapping. Also, a profusion of brown cardboard boxes are "showing up", and not just in the parts section. These brown paper wrapped car parts will often be moved from day to day, changing orientation and distance from my route. They may also be put in other sections and in the garage area as forwarded parts in the seeming parked vehicle gangstalking that is going on IMHO. Another gangstalking "arrival" is a 12' and a 20' ladder inside the building and of no seeming utility. Again, regular readers will know from my vehicle ownership days that I was often beseiged with ladder bearing vehicles, usually pickups and trades vans; the so-named "Ladder Patrol" as it happened so often, and even in serial configurations.
I had my once per two week employment consult this morning, and had my yellow clothed gangstalkers out in force again. Today, it was raining, and the first thing outside was a dog with a yellow plastic rain coat on with two shiftless males standing around in the rain. Then onto the major arterial street of four lanes, two each way, and a designed cluster fuck of two black colored parked vehicles, two in (adjacent) lane black colored vehicles held up by the lead one "waiting" for the parking stall to be vacated, two more deep metallic grey vehicles behind the black ones with a yellow cab situated in the middle of this six pack of deep grey or black colored vehicles.
Then with other sidewalk cyclists who have a bicycle lane but prefer to ride past me, I got to my appointment where I had a 20 minute wait as it "happened". First an anchor woman gangstalker in the S. seats, and then me in the W. seats and then two dudes showing up, both of whom were immaculately dry, including their hair and did not have an umbrella. These were black dressed Fuckwits to join some of the black dressed apparent staff milling about. Then a woman with a 2' long flower came to sit beside me, and then she was called off in five minutes to the office beside the one I later visited as it "happened". The dude rotation then had one arrive with a soaking wet yellow raincoat, and he was still there when I got called in another five to eight minutes or so. It is always so entertaining and predictable to a point.
Perhaps the big excitement for the Fuckwits was that I cut my fingernails earlier this morning, the ones that were dyed yellow "from" wet gloves two days ago, and with residual yellow still in place as described in yesterday's blog posting. So... my yellow or once-yellow tinted fingernail trimmings went down the toilet that had also been fucked with this morning by brown colored backwash that "happened" to seep back in from last night's crap. Yes, we are still playing yellow and brown color combination games six years later of incessant life trashing, and it is all done by acclimating certain areas with greyscale colors and then adding the perp's difficult colors in; red, brown, yellow and purple and avocado green to a lesser extent. Not my problem, so why am I involved in it?
And one can hope to get an answer, but first I want to scream out the question to the face of real a criminal Fuckwit who is going to respond in English and explain why they selected me for this fucking sick minded abuse. As if they haven't sponsored enough already, and that doesn't include the memory wiping they did back when 2 to 5 years old and are still attempting to recreate by exposure to the fucking freakshow of ambulatory gangstalkers and other garrish color combinations I don't care to see, especially when online.
And I see that snow is forecast for tomorrow and Sunday, so I image this will be one big white color game for the perps, as if they haven't pulled enough of these already.
Another big perp event today was forcing me into taping the remaining window to stop the ready passage of cold air through the ill-fitting aluminum frame. Somehow, it got out of alignment to leave a 1/2" gap that they like to exploit by driving moist air into this apartment. This was done last year, and now for this winter, the other sliding glass door being taped up about 4 weeks ago. There is something the perps hope to learn/extract from drafting tape, and it just might be the gluten based adhesives that are used. They cannot get enough of taping things, and I have recently learned that pulling tape off a roll will cause small X-rays to be emitted. None were seen of course, or at least not by me. I am now "sealed in" with both windows taped, and it pisses me off that I won't have access to fresh air when needed, especially if I use a Sharpie felt pen or something equally noxious.
I also did laundry today, and again, I had my Fuckwit gangstalker in the laundry room when I got there to pick up my dried clothing from the dryer, and he kept standing behind me as I picked it up. This was identical to another set up with another gangstalker two weeks ago, also male. Both hanging around for no fucking reason except to stand behind me in the identical configuration each time. Another improbable event; having two halfwits as they presented themselves (Fuckwit criminals in reality), stand in the identical location while I was in the identical situation of extracting my clothes from the dryer, two weeks apart.
Last week they arranged for the dryer load to be partially dry; sheets were fine, but the towels and jeans were damp, and so I put the latter items on for another dryer cycle. And lo, if I didn't "forget" and wasn't reminded until two days later. But I was lucky, as they didn't steal anything this time, the usual outcome of "forgotten" laundry in a public facility.
12-13-2008, 1150h
I got fucked with again and didn't get this posted last night. There are far too many "forgets" these days, and when a unknown party has an interest in disruption of my routines, it all points to them. But they did allow me some headphone time, the first in two months.
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