Sticky Negro at Work

12-03-2018
A negro wall covering tradesman was hounding my ass at work yesterday, a Monday, the usual day for escalated perp fuckery. Said fellow was working on wall coverings, and on one room I was working on, both his appearances seemed totally gratuitous. Hanging around, admiring my work cart for crissakes, and then fumbling around and handling one of my tools. For his second act, timed perfectly just when I started applying PL glue, and after his dissembling banter, he then declared he wanted to use the door to outside which was blocked by a tradesman's ladder. How fucking lame was that, when no one uses that door anyhow?

In the afternoon we met up again in another room where the same negro was putting on wall covering ahead of me so that I could then put on the chair railings afterward. A skunky looking Asian joined him as well, who took it upon himself to borrow my tin snips for crissakes. The three of us nattered on and off, each doing our respective jobs and got along fine. I find it interesting that the perps put on negro stalkers from time to time, all the more evident in that they are as rare as hen's teeth in these here parts. But I suppose some are going to show up somewhere, especially in a trades situation where many trades are converging, often with personnel from across Canada.

12-04-2018
A visit to the oncologist in Kelowna today, and the news is mixed. My PSA score went up a little, deviating from the expected trajectory of it going down some more, below 1.0. My summertime PSA was 1.2, and it went up to 1.4 last week. So... more doubt, (aka big time FUD) as another test is scheduled in three months, and depending on the result, a possible further test with a radioactive tracer in Vancouver. The perps just love that shit; having radioactive tracers clinically injected and then a following scan. Two bone scans in 2016-17 needed technetium, and the SPECT scans of 2001 before the assholes went berserk/overt in 04-2002. And a seemingly needless MRI in 2000. Woohoo... another dimension to perp fuckery is radioactive tracer infusion with a following scan. As if being irradiated daily by a conformal beam gamma ray beam for 6 weeks last year wasn't enough.

And it was too much; based on my yoga competency I finally feel I am pulling out of the hole the radiotherapy treatment put me into. With a big assist from my ADD Rx, started 07-2018. Though I still have infuriating side effects that I won't go into, and today's visit to the oncologist didn't provide any optimism. Another year  possibly he says.

A tattoo-free new yoga instructor yesterday. (So it would seem that the prior instructor's tattoos were too disgusting for the perps to gain whatever intelligence they were looking for while I avoided this grotesque Unfavored visage). I have encountered this instructor before, and she is decidedly worth looking at. (And she "happened" to be at the SOF supermarket for two of my visits in the prior four weeks). From 15 yogis per class regularly and now it is suddenly down to 6 of us. I cannot see that she would deter attendance, as it was a good work out. And as it "happened" the only yogi who says hello to me was in the foyer when I arrived, she having finished her class. She also has the distinction of the only yogi with whom I have had physical contact in class as a result of a one time instruction session about two years ago. Interesting that this yogi now only shows up at these transitional junctures almost exclusively.

12-05-2018
Just when I was figuring that this construction gig was done, why, a new task in attending to the "deficiencies" as they call them in the business. In this case, mill work installation that isn't up to scratch in the eyes of the general contractor. I have cleaning and caulking on my list. Though this didn't occur as straightforwardly as it seems. First the foreman said there wasn't much to do, so I was to install chair rails only partially in two rooms that weren't finished. I get the work cart all ready, tools and supplies, get it up to the floor, and then I a call from the foreman that there is a "deficiency list" to attend to. So... I retrieve the work cart, put the tools and supplies away, and then attend to my new task that continued all week. The off-then-on again stunt, this time with employment termination injected into the mix. Been there, done that, and all in keeping with the perp's insane prerogative over the employment theme.

12-07-2018
What is it about stalkers on on my ass at every turn, literally, as I make turns at certain corridor corners especially at the hospital construction site? Yes, these are central locations that hundreds, if not thousands, of personnel, patients and vistors will make  when the building is occupied for decades to come. So just leave me the fuck out of it as I don't realy expect to be there very often, if at all. And what is it about the perps and their insane hospital theme they need to keep hammering me with?

This three time loser -(Penticton Herald newspaper, and Ignani is his handle should the link disappear) from a shithole state; now in the local news for kidnapping a couple and then when the trial starts (featured locally), one of kidnap victims skips the country, and the other cannot remember a thing in court (she claims) and has disavowed her police statement at the time. Is this some kind of joke or what? How  could anyone ever forget such a traumatic incident? The shitholer has already done 42 months in jail, awaits another trial for assault in jail, and is now in the middle of this court farce for 10 counts related to his kidnapping of the couple. No doubt this woman's "memory failure" is on account of the kidnapper's further nefarious dealings, as in threats or cash.

Lets check out the kidnapper's total past and future taxpayer tab: 42 months at $150k/year in jail. Then this trial and the next one; likely to be another $500k in legal and incarceration costs that this mofo has rung up by the time he is sentenced. And then this $1m loser cannot be sent back to where he came from (say the immigration apologists) because he might be executed in Iran. I say fuck it; let the Iranians deal with their very own spawn and have them do us all a favor. The limp-wristed do-gooding limousine liberals that created this legal absurdity need a wake-up call to stop acting like ruinous spendy naive boy scouts and  to demonstrate some gumption in dealing with such financial squandering. (The said kidnapper's trade seems to be drug trafficker, so do we need this shitholer anyhow?) Trump has got it right on this one, as profane and crude as he is. As for Canada, we won't ever get it, as the bleating media hasn't got the gumption of a wet rag. Nor will we ever get anything close to a Trump, as sorely as it is needed. Talk about pressing all my buttons.

I am doing a lot of caulking this week, laying a bead of just the right size of sealant at the join of counter and wall surfaces, matching my caulking gun travel speed with the trigger pressure, which is also moderated by the size the the gap that I see coming up. It gets very zen, pulling all these dynamic parameters into play and doing it right. And just when I get there, why, some kind of interruption then "happens" to screw it up, often just a little, but a disruption all the same. "Somehow" I need to make an extra step, I run into something, my fingers somehow just don't do what I want etc. and the caulking bead "somehow" goes too thin or thick or else the irregularly bead globs up. (All fixable by later (many) iterative passes with moistened fingers and cloths, but more work all the same). And have I mentioned before how much the perps just love to disrupt a zen moment, or otherwise level of competence attainment just so they can fuck it up and cause extra work and perturb me, sometimes to extreme levels (though not at a paid job)? And just what is their problem that they simply must jerk me around as soon as competence/total task engagement develops?

And what is it about other tradesmen, sometimes tradeswomen, who "need" to lean on my work cart at the hospital construction site? Usually it takes place in the elevator, a more compressed room if you will, where someone puts their hand on my work cart that has my tools and supplies on it. Like WTF; it isn't as if they are off balance, or the work cart is shoved up beside them, but they do this, perhaps 2-4x/week. It must be some kind of energetic comparison, where this shill/operative needs to replicate their interaction with the same work cart. That is, replicate and have it compared to me, with me having pushed it into position, though not necessarily touching it at that moment they are.

The most egregious example of this work cart touching games last week was this apparent electrician, a woman who came along and plopped her paper plans on my work cart while I was about 4' away, and no one else was around. (I was attending to a room's "deficiencies", and not even close to an elevator). She doesn't look up, doesn't ask, just "happens" by and dumps her papers on my cart for a minute or two. Fucking rude, and just as bad as the E. Indians on the work site. Which, in speaking with the general contractor superintendent, seems to be a common complaint with that lot. It isn't just me.

Enough rants for the week, and to wind down my last week as a construction laborer. Though I really don't have any complaints, as it is much more interesting than vineyard work.

In the Sleep Study

09-22-2018
The sleep study "thing" is over, though it wasn't the ordeal that one might read into it. More like a hotel stay in another town, but with all manner of electrodes attached. The "ordeal" part of it was that I was wondering if I was going to actually sleep, or end up fitfully tossing and turning (as in recent months), but with restrictive wires attached. I managed to sleep mostly, and a few awakenings, and we shall see what all this data will say in a few week's time.

In fact, my sleep has been fairly consistent for the past two weeks, as long as my ADD Rx are taken before 1000h. But as I didn't want to reduce the risk a sleepless night in a sleep study (a waste of time), I backed off on the ADD medication for two prior days.

And lo, the assholes pulled a dream invasion stunt in the middle of my wired (attached to electrodes on my head, chest, neck, and even a pair on each calf muscle), sleep. And too, a microphone for snoring detection. Now, its fear and trepidation over my results, as I don''t need another fucking ailment to deal with, and all the Rx contingencies etc. As well as the excuse to take me off my very useful ADD medication, something the assholes did in spectacular form back in 2002, and kept this up until this year, when I needed to get re-started because it was roundly apparent that the radiotherapy that finished 12-2017, was causing further dopamine deficiency issues. On with the never ending medication/ailment continuum, aka, nonconsensual human experimentation with a emphasis on dopamine physio-dynamics and function. As if taking down people for 100's of years with Parkinson's Disease wasn't sufficient.

The assholes also pulled a couple of small leg cramps in the night, though not enough to cause me to need to get up and walk them off. This has been standard fare for about 2x/week for the last two years, sometimes to excruciating pain levels, and a lot more of  the defeatable cramps as well. The latter can be ameliorated by me pressing my foot onto the wall while in bed and thereby relieving the cramp without getting up. Just in the last week, by way of a tip from a co-worker, the ionic magnesium (liquid) seems to be working in reducing nightime leg cramping. And the ADD Rx is also helping in that regard too. So with peculiar night time dreams (encountering Dr Amen for crissakes) and then minor night time leg cramps, one could say the perps did a good job of putting on a typical night time sleep.

It was interesting that the sleep study technician was neurologist, one who had emigrated with his family from Mexico, but couldn't practice in Canada as he was unable to afford a five year study regimen to qualify here. We engaged with some minor chat, and I briefly mentioned my dopamine-is-a-hormone thesis (based on scientific literature research), and per usual in the medical profession, he said squat. No discussion, no debate, nothing. Every one of them has done the same, now about 14 so far, an amazing "coincidence".

Yoga a few days earlier, 09-17-2018, and a near identical repeat of the choreographed freak show of the prior week. Same as the prior week, about 10-14 yogis filter in, some with serious fugly tattoos, and some serious fugly dudes included, and leaving a single open mat location to my immediate left. And in keeping with the standard freak show (Unfavored stalkers) choreography, the most significant freak arrives at the last minute, just as class is about to begin, and lo, it is this same very dark skinned E. Indian dude of the prior week. The exact same dude and exact same spatial and temporal arrangement as last week. Hard to call that random assemblage, by any stretch. Except this week this dude "decided" to take his shirt off about 15 minutes into class, in keeping with this absurd male "trend" which has erupted in the past two years. Only the perps would know why I need to be exposed to brown colors all the time, and brown skin colors especially, and this was no more exemplified by the now shirtless (first time) E. Indian male who has the knack of arriving at the last minute the same open mat location that was left for him by everyone else in the room. Said dude sat down on the couch beside me and briefly chatted with me after yoga class twice in two prior visits, but not this time. I suppose he had exercised his freakishness (Unfavoredness) to the maximum, however that is determined by the perps.

And plenty of dude stalking action at the construction job site, each work day this week. The time worn convergence stalking routine again, whereby they individually move toward me from different directions for some reason, though passing by the elevators is a good excuse. (The main route to upper floors, especially with tools and supplies, is by way of the elevators). They even went one more, by having a negro dude step into my intended path, he some 8' away with his head down and pretending to be clueless as to me about to pass through. At this point, other dudes started to move around in some kind of choreography to then confine my intended path to where the negro had stepped forward (for some curious reason), and who had now vacated this spot by stepping back to where he had been. (Normally, I would change my path and go around the whole lot of them). In other words, a totally pointless forth-and-back move, all while waiting for the elevator, the main access to the floors. (I could see this stunt making more sense if the elevator had just arrived and the negro and the other dudes then converged on the open elevator as I "happened" to be passing by. But no, make it look stupid and obvious, all to have me walk over the very ground the negro had momentarily stepped upon.) And how many times have I mentioned this path crossing stalking stunt, the converging stalkers (usually males), senseless back-and-forthing, and also the "herding" games they so like to pull? Probably 0.001% of the occasions these orchestrated stalking stunts play out when out in public.

And plenty of other negro stalking at the construction site this week, almost like a selected different one per day who is the assigned "dog me" all day long stalker. The one with the mini-dreads and the hang-dog look was especially busy on stalking duty one day, no matter what floor (of six) I was working on.

And too, the pointless "just stand there" stalking by one construction worker at the corner of the steel mesh fence around the SW corner. I 'happened" to pass by this corner on my way to the cafeteria, and lo, he was still there 20 minutes later when I returned, still looking as stupid as he was when I was outbound. Geez; give the guy a cell phone for crissakes and thereby furnish him an excuse for extended loitering, a common perp stalker tactic. (Having vagrants in public locations serves the same purpose I came to know early on in this game).

Another extra obvious stalking stunt was having a woman worker (this time) sitting on the concrete stairs waiting for the elevator while on her cell phone, and who then gets up and follows my ass out the door as I was passing by. I suppose the "just been sitting on concrete" energetic "vibe" act, having just been color and/or EMF calibrated by way of cell phone, needed to tail my ass through the poly sheeted doorway. (They use poly sheeted temporary doors while they are working on the real doors, or else to block off the passage of dust from the designated rooms for cutting wood and other materials).

Just as obvious is the extra pit-lamping coverage I am getting, especially when I get out of my just-parked vehicle. If I sit and wait, the dude who has pulled in behind me does the same thing, and if I get out as soon as I have turned off the engine, why, someone is timed to arrive as I am at the rear tailgate scrambling to get my work gear. One time they put on a motorcycle coming down the loose ground and weedy"sidewalk" on the R side of my parked vehicle, with a following sedan to arrive immediately afterward. And if there isn't someone pit-lamping my ass from 8' away, why, they are there across the street doing much the same, you know, the protracted parking excuse.

Back to the sleep study, with an ironic turn; after I drove home, a 50 minute drive arriving at 0730h, I had breakfast and two cups of coffee, and lo, if they didn't pull a three hour nap-attack on me thereafter. I was not sleep deprived at anytime this week, and it was totally unwarranted. Anyhow, they turned my Saturday into shit, and I ended up doing my usual chores, e.g. laundry, well into the afternoon. Changing up the timing of my usual activities is another perp specialty.

Enough for the week, and time to get this posted lest it lapse for another.

Pit Lamping Redux

11-02-2016
And what is it about pit-lamping, (shining lights in the face of the victim), that is so important of late? Not to mention the increased (3x pre-04-2002 normal) "stray" reflections that find their into my face.

And I suppose, driving at night as I do for the duration of this winery job for 6 weeks is just the thing, though I suppose this wouldn't be "pit-lamping" as such as there is the excuse it is a public roadway. But most often the oncoming vehicles of differing headlight types, come in in threes. And at the same location several days in succession, e.g. at road bends, two lane merges into a single lane.

And then pit-lamping me twice in two days while eating lunch in my car at work. Ditto for making said lunch while in my residence and then a pickup truck "happens" to have arrived outside and parks to ensure their headlights are pointed through the chain link gate, through my window and onto me in the kitchen area. Also two days in succession. And quickly dealt with by going to the window and closing the venetian blinds.

An additional stunt is when I arrive at my residence after a 30 minute night time drive, (again, pit lamping of a kind with the oncoming road traffic), the assholes extend this lunacy by having me fumble my keys at the locked gate, and with my key fob LED flashlight, they make sure to extend my egress and too, ensure that the flashlight also gets fumbled and flashes into my face.

A visit to the wretched urologist. Though, the PSA test is trending the right direction, as I am now 4.3 when below 4.5 is normal. (in the US and other places, 4.0 or less is normal). The test is trending the right way, as I was 5.9 in 05-2016. Still, it is unlikely to be the end of my cancer, so on with more expensive supplements, and upping the ante with various cleanses etc.

Said urologist doesn't make any mention that my supplements might actually be working, citing "normal fluctuation". And of course he doesn't ask what supplements I might be taking, and if I feel they are working etc. He just doesn't want to know.

And more on the doesn't-want-to-know (or help) front; I mentioned the urination urgency problem came back in 09-2016, and he doesn't ask about it or even offer any advice. How ridiculous is that? Almost as ridiculous at the time he had his secretary phone me after two of his Rx medications didn't solve the urination urgency problem in early 2015, and she said (on his behalf) to go to my GP. As in (an all time) WTF; I present with an urology problem and the urologist sends me to my GP.

Said urologist further distinguished himself today after I asked for a referral to the Cancer Treatment center in Kelowna, by saying that he encouraged it "along the lines of what we talked about last visit". What utter bullshit; we did not have any conversation about this, and I only subsequently found out this option about this from elsewhere. Elsewhere was the Okanagan Prostate Support Group in Kelowna, something else the wretched urologist "happened" not to tell me about.

Another interesting moment with the urologist was when somehow the topic got onto me saying that conventional medicine is at a dead end in thinking that cancer is a somatic cell mutation problem. I got the intimidative, "You mean to say that the medical community in all the hundreds of millions of dollars of research a year (in Canada) has got it wrong?" I mentioned that Royal Rife had cancer beaten in the 1930's, and all 44 of the associated doctors who worked with his equipment and methods had a banquet to celebrate the end of cancer. A year later, the AMA beat up on Royal Rife and threatened the supporting doctors and that was the end of that. An incremental world atrocity, right here in America. Anyhow, the upshot was that the urologist isn't much of an actor, and there were all manner of tells to roundly indicate this whole skit was either rehearsed ahead of time or that he knew he was bare-faced lying. Same difference.

11-03-2016...
A flight at 0645h from Kelowna, non stop to Victoria. Which meant getting up at 0330h and driving there. The airport security confiscated my keychain which had a 1" knife blade on it that I entirely "forgot" about it. Funny, they missed it before. But, they allow 6" scissors, so what it the deal, and any schmo can modify scissor blades to make them lethal and because the metal is overlapped when closed, the security folks would not pick this up on their scanner anyhow. Go figure. (And of course the timing was such that I didn't have sufficient time to take the keychain penknife back to my vehicle).

A half full Q400 flight, maybe an 80 place aircraft. But why this cluster (of 20) around me in the rear of the aircraft, save the seat beside me and the seat opposite? And in keeping with the ongoing multiracial gangstalking show, they put the obligatory negro stalker, one seat ahead and on the opposite side. Then a negro aircraft person when we landed. The last flight I took they put on a negro flight attendant.

A major piss off stunt from two years ago was when my perp-abetting mother and ex took me to the airport and because there was extra time, they offered me some breakfast. And lo, 20 minutes later there was a horrendous line up at security. I had to jump the line to get to the front and get to the gate, and have my baggage put back on (the gate attendant said).

A group funeral at the care home, my father included in the those that died in October. I was the only one wearing a suit of some 20 males of 40 people. I find that strange, but perhaps dress codes have accelerated downwards, though it would be my first funeral in 15 years or so.

A First Feral Family visit a nearby Marks store after the funeral, as my brother owns two in another city, and my mother was chasing a sale item. And lo, if there wasn't a two fire truck "event" at the supermarket in the Broadmead Plaza (40 stores or so) with all the staff mustered near where we needed to park. That means, flashing red emergency lights etc.

My out-of-town (Victoria) brother, sister-in-law and niece took the same airline and flight (and same embarkation city) as I did, offset by a day, arriving and leaving a day earlier than I did. Which might mean something in this whole coincidence controlled world that I inhabit, and not out of choice.

I met up with the farm worker friend at MacDo's, and lo, if there wasn't some negro she knew but didn't explain. I hadn't visited one for a decade or more, since my young daughter's infatuation with the place.

No emailed boarding pass that the airline routinely does, and did for my outbound flight, so I phone and they say it is the time change; how lame is that, so I log onto the airline's web site and get my boarding pass. This constant game of fuckery as to where and how I obtain information, and this is just one more. In the some 9 or so return flights I made over the last four years, this is the first time they somehow "screwed up" in their normally efficient operations.

A flight back, negro couple two across the aisle and one seat ahead; And it was a negro couple, with her hair bun perched just above the seat back. To get into lead-ahead gangstalking position after exiting the aircraft they dogged me at the exit ramp doing a dip shit confusion routine so they could precede me. Then when I can, I bail out the exit outside, and lo, if they didn't do the same thing 120', paralleling me through the building.
 
Don't ask me what the deal is about the perps putting on female (mostly) hair buns, save what they allowed me to know, was that at alien sites (apparently), the bun wearing females are considered to be the "breeders". Yes, there is an alien motif component to all this, recessed chins and skin headed males also predominantly featuring in the Unfavored stalker features demographic. I haven't consigned hair buns, except on males, to the Unfavored categories, but it is interesting that this hair feature keeps getting prominence in this gangstalking show.

And if it wasn't enough from this 3 day visit to the First Feral Family to eat too much dairy, glutenous and sugared foods, why, they add more for my return flight. I was given 5lb of pine mushrooms (said to be contraindicated for cancer), and a 1lb ball of cheese my mother bought in Amsterdam. She "happened" to be on a week long junket in Europe when my father died; another piece of artful perp timing, though to what end I have no idea, but they definitely wanted her elsewhere for the termination (IMHO) event. And all the more curious that she didn't visit her sister in the UK, and in fact, didn't go there at all, only continental Europe.

Sunday that I returned, a harvest party; many more things I should not eat or drink; alcohol, doughnuts etc. All was well, and I met up with my vineyard employers of the last two years. As far as i know, I am to return to work there, but she wasn't committal like last year when she had me lined up to return at the end of the season in September. She doesn't leave anything to chance, especially vineyard labor. I wonder what is up.

And more memory fuck games while there, and too, imbalancing games in the guise of being drunk, which I wasn't. Incautious alcohol consumption tho', another anomalous behavior trait.

And the clocks return to standard time; and what is it about time changes that invokes predictable hassle over this again; the manual has gone missing again, and I cannot get the time reset via online manuals. This same shit went on year after year, when I had the manual but "somehow" it didn't work. I took it to the watchmaker each time, and he did the same thing I did, except it worked for him. Back to these electronic devices fuckery again. watches seem to be a particular "problem" for the perps, killing two steel mesh metal banded watches early in the harassment onset of 2002. They just did not want me to have a steel mesh banded watch. Now, it is a rubber banded watch, a digital one at that. Just one more insane pissing match with the assholes who run/ruin my existence.

Anyhow, I am five days late getting this out due to late work days and the usual forced late sleeps in the morning with added errands as well.

Another Flight cum Freakshow

01-07-2014
It took a commercial passenger flight from Victoria to Kelowna nonstop, about an hour of flightime.  The perps had it delayed an hour due to fog apparently. Which meant more time in the departure lounge with the freakshow of gangstalkers and their choreographed show. Another hide-the-negro stunt again, arranging for him to be sitting behind a granny, both wearing red, though differing reds. The dude across from me was on ants-in-the-pants duty, opening his legs up for a crotch shot, closing them for less than a minute, and repeatedly. He was also on leg extension duty, stretching his leg out as far as he could, soles presented to me. Then anoher dude opposite the aisle started doing it. Which made me wonder why don't they relocate directly opposite each other and play footsies across the intervening aisle, as they both had long legs.

Once the crotch-shot presentation dude exited, they put on an Asian male in a blue ski jacket who seemed totally spaced. He started doing the same leg stretching thing too. Then he departs his seat for an announcement of boarding, and I figured that was the last of him. A long red  leather coated woman arrives to his warm seat, and within two minutes the Asian male is back and then standing around on the ruse that she took his spot, (when he didn't leave anything behind). Then the Asian males goes again, and within another minute he comes by to loiter in my immediate view.

At least two other Fuckwits come to do "just-standing-there" duty in mid aisle and then do a 180degree turn to retrace their steps. What am I supposed to do when I get these freaks on protracted stand-arounds/turnarounds? Are they paying homage to me, am I to wave at them like royalty or what?" And of course the trademark expression is that they looked stunned and are decidedly NOT looking at me, not even a glance. I am looking at them to see if they are deranged, which I suppose that is what the perps want. They plant enough proximate retards and cretin gangstalkers for me to determine what they are all about, so it would seem they are also planting normals doing abnormal things and attempting to know how I can determine the difference between them and the aforementioned mentally unsound. No doubt another facet of their abreaction research from when they deleted my recall aged 2 to 5 but the perps just don't get it; leave me the fuck alone.

And lo, if the perps didn't pull a massacre on the day that I travelled, this being today's event in Paris where some rather thin skinned individuals took exception to be depicted in a satire magazine headquartered in Paris.. This "coincidence" has happened way too often, and can be included with similar events of celebriteis getting whacked on travel days or when I am relocating my residence. I only learned of this Paris newsjournal massacre from the shuttle bus driver while he was driving me back to Penticton. Funny how these "happen" when travelling or relocating, and I am not going to bore you with a list of these coincidences unless someone asks me to. I would not be surprised that other TI's experience this same kind of heightened coincidence with travel and/or relocation.

Yes, I know all the above sounds like conspiratorial rant, but given the number of coincidences over these events, including weather, which I have detailed in past blogs, I am going to pass on the details.

The perps have also been busy arranging negro passengers on three of my last flights on this route, about the only air travel I do, and my first in a year. Regular readers might recall that my perp-abetting mother nearly caused me to miss the flight, and I was getting paged as they were about to remove my luggage. I was the last person on the aircraft, and once I found my seat, why, an oversized negro woman was seated directly across from me with no intervening passengers. Today's in-flight negro gangstalker was one of the flight attendants which gave him plenty of freedom to parade up and down the aisle, and even getting into a full five minute dude-yap session with the dude behind me.

And a blonde woman in the seat directly in front of me, and she spent at least 2/3 of the flight with her head turned facing the window for me to see her gorgeous blonde mane. And she must be in shape to do that as her head was turned a full 90 degrees, looking off to her left. Every so often she would sit square in her seat and the perps would force me to look, and lo, if her blonde mane wasn't exactly lined up with a tight curly grey head in the seat in front of her, both lined up exactly. This momentarily presented the most odd hair scene; straight blonde female hair (highly Favored) with a 1.5" fringe of grey curly hair (highly Unfavored, grey, curly) projecting beyond the blonde hair.

This, and the crotch shot dude mentioned above, and the many public crotch grabs, or like feints, over the 12.5 years of this orchestrated nightmare lead me to ponder if the perps didn't force sexual abuse on me in the "lost" years, when aged 2 to 5. Why I absolutely loathe the sight of curly head hair isn't known to me, but we do know where such hair is likely to be found on any adult male. All accounts of organized pedophile abuse in the government and military  that I know of, e.g. "Thanks for the Memories" by Brice Taylor, are done by males. No surprise there, and no surprise that it is male gangstalkers that have performed 99% of the crotch grabs (and feints) and crotch shots.


01-09-2015
A relative rarity nowadays, but lets start the new year with one of those full blown sleepless nights. The assholes pulled a true no-sleep night for whatever reason. (None of the often used substitue of giving me two to three hours with the following planted notion that I didn't get any sleep when I did.) As mentioned in some posts, the days following a flight are always high gangstalk and harassment events, and it was no exception today.

Off to the recycle station to get rid of glass (not handled at curside recycling in this town). And lo, if some fat woman in shades on a heavy overcast day didn't go to the second bin beside the one I was at, and then "somehow" end up less than 2' behind me when she could of used 4' and still made the bin. I jumped once I detected this stalker in my R peripherial vision, and as I was done, I moved onto the ewaste section. And lo, if she doesn't step onto the very spot I was standing on, moving needlessly to the next bin.

Yesterday, the same deal at the green grocers. Seemingly, no one around once I parked the car and headed to the front door, and inside two seconds of inattention and lo, if this woman in a black and white top and black pants wasn't tight on my ass at the entry way. I diverged to get away from this stalker, and then she stood stock still inside, obstructing my next plan to get a grocery basket. Later, a strange woman in a deep brown ski coat cruised in close while I was at the apples section for no reason. She didnt' need to come in close as there was no aisle blocking displays or gangstalkers. What is the matter with this town; ruder than the predominant immigrant group in Vancouver or all of the gangstalking sots in Victoria.

Onto tanning; having only one visit in the prior three weeks due to that screw-around over my points getting zero-ed out. And lo, if there wasn't a seeming electrical repair dude on a ladder pushing cables through overhead. There is at least a 6' gap between the top of the rooms and the ceiling, and there he was with a perfect perch to look in on the tanning room where I was headed as it has the only bed. Not only that, after checking in, the attendant "somehow" forgets to turn on the bed from the central switch, and after rubbing myself down with tanning accelerant, why, I had to put some clothes on again and come out and tell her. I didn't get the usually apology for some reason, as this was the third time this bullshit has erupted in the last half year, the second time in two months. A couple had arrived by then and were talking to the attendant as well, and by then the repair dude had moved to the opposite side of the tanning room (on the outside), having a perfect view of me as I thoiught he was on the original side.

I finish up at the tanning room and when I exited the gabbing couple were there for some reason, arranging a great moment of hilarity as I was passing by and a second couple had just arrived to block the doorway momentarily. I have never got this nonsense over couples going for a tan together as it is a solitary experience, so why is it erupting so much now?

I went to yoga on a rare Friday visit, feeling like sludge, and lo, if the heavy breather huffing and puffing lard-assed male stalker didn't arrive beside me just as class was about to begin. He has become far too regular of a stalker on my usual Monday evening yoga, but somehow knew to find me on a Friday this time. As the class was about to start it was not the time to bail, or at least, that was the mind-fuck notion.

The things that I dropped off at this residence before Chrismas had to be attended to, but it wasn't as smooth as planned. And with a number of new things to place in this residence, why, the portable drill batteries, two of them, suddenly became unchargeable. Like WTF; they are from the same set, and have been used much the same, but this is absurd. Both ni-cad batteries became unchargeable when I have at least 20 holes to drill to hang up new cup-hooks, mirrors, broom hanger, pictures etc. All to hold up progress so it goes slower, at perp pace.

And I see a power tool battery re-builder is in WA state, 150miles down the road on Hwy 97, but I will be fucked if I am crossing the border to take them there. The last time I attempted to cross to border to clean out my Seattle apartment (exactly what I told them) in 2003, the Border Patrol pulled their guns on me for no reason whatsoever. I had to get my perp-abetting parents to oversee the moving to storage, and get a "happenchance helper" friend three months later to retrieve my belongings from the storage locker. Both those were coordinated and arranged by me, with the putative diagnosis of "delusional.", later repudiated by the same doctor who hung that bullshit on me. Lets see; if a delusional person can arrange all the details for two parties to oversee, or move, my belongings, down to route and timing with the ferry sailings, and all got accomplished per plan, then perhaps the shrink had the real problem. Or were they cooperating with someone else who set the whole thing up with the border crossing stick-me up?

01-10-2014
I got nailed for a 10.5 hour sleep, and I was pissed to say the least. All to play extra vivid dream games for longer it would seem. No, the longer sleep was not "recovery" from the previous night's no sleep, the more obvious assumption. At no time was I tired yesterday, right up to a delayed bedtime of midnight.

I have my yoga mat on the floor from yesterday's practice, meaning to clean it. I attempted a single pose which seems to be a problem, but the assholes would not let me do it, creating intolerable pain in my feet. My forefoot was on the mat and my sole was compressed some, but for whatever reason, they have never allowed me to do this pose comfortably. Now, it is not at all.

The Chrome browser continues its strange ways. I am happy with Firefox, but for some reason, it and IE mangle my email, removing the spacing and layout with unusable text crammed to the L side of the display. No setting in Firefox seems to work. So I am forced to use Chrome, which has the habit of being unaccessible after reading a few emails. It plain shuts down for 24 hours for some reason.

01-11-2014
A trip to the gym last night, with one of my special loitering gangstalkers arriving two seconds ahead of me. This idiotic shit in a do-rag and a tattoo on his hairy calf hung around me for at least the first 20 minutes, sometimes doing a 270degree arc around me for no seeming reason but to hang in my peripherial vision. It was like he was on speed; going to a machine and then wandering off about a half minute later. He even hauled a bench to go under a machine, and then didn't use it for more than a minute. Then he tag-teamed with a dude in lime green shorts, and then it was his turn to buzz around me, taking pains to get into my peripherial vision. I kept my head down while on the stationary cycle, and lo, if the Fuckwit didn't show up in my peripherial vision from low down. (His feet "happened" to be seen from a very narrow angle when I thought all angles of my peripheral vision were obstructed; that takes extreme monitoring to know all angles of a victim's vision in real time and arrange a Fuckwit stalker to be seen.)

01-12-2015
Another 1030h whack in getting up then, again with ridiculous vivid dreams before getting up. All to set me up in the early afternoon to go out and get an appropriate sized cardboard box to send the Ni-cad batteries to the re-builder. And what a holy vehicular and ambulatory gangstalking scene it was; trains of traffic at this time of day in a small town in winter spells one thing; insane gangatalking arrangements. Note that the box was brown cardboard, and white on the outside, and was the only one at this small stationary store. I get back and put the batteries in with some extra newspaper, seal it up with tape and apply the adhesive address labels with an undue amount of forced fumbling, and set off to the PO. And lo, unlike 10 minutes before when I drove past, it was full of customers.  And lo, if the dude at the counter didn't have a bin of mail that wasn't immediately apparent, and once I was allowed to figure that out I bailed and went to the LD store PO.

Another vehicular fleet arrived to accompany me to the LD store, and lo, if they didn't post a camel brown colored coated gangstalker in grey hair standing for no seeming reason at the entrance. Then a parade of dudes and fugly stalkers hounded me through the store to the PO, the last one leading me there and then turning off and making a nonsensical circular trip.. No one ahead of me, though at least four parties arrived behind me, slipping in so quiet that I didn't hear them. And lo, if the peripheral vision-arriving dude didn't appear to be interested in some stamps at the counter for no seeming reason. Like WTF; why do all these male assholes need to get into my peripheral vision so often of late? All this insane shit over purchasing a brown box, packing two dead Ni-cad batteries in it, and then mailing it off at the PO. Can we now unequivocally state that the perps are deranged beyond all clinical categorization?

Anyhow, more light games as I type this up; the sunlight sneaking on low through a window with this lighted display facing me. As mentioned, the perps just love to mix up lighting sources, last year's facial tanning from the snow on the ground while outside pruning the grape vines being a more extreme example of many. And as it so "happened", my perp abetting mother bought a daylight balanced fluorescent reading lamp for me for Christmas.

Onto posting this for another week of organized abusive fuckery.

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.

Beach Day

07-08-2012
Yoga and then off to the beach, though they dithered me severely when collecting my things to take there. The over-done tattoo woman at yoga was placed behind me and lightly off to the right so they could arrange in-mirror glimpses of her disgusting tattoos down her full arm and onto her shoulder. Another Unfavored feature the perps like to put on for my visual input. Only six other students when there was double that number last week. The woman in front of me at the cash desk had a large tattoo on the back of her neck for me to see. Last week they even put on a tattoo-emulation act; a woman in a flesh pink shirt with dark blue blobs and lines on it, like tattoos, but with a regular pattern. And so it goes, all these fucking games over the fact that I don't care for tattoos one bit, and likely have subconscious abreactions to them. Not my problem, so why am I the centerpiece victim of this relentless abusive insanity that has gone on 24/365 for ten years? Fill in the blank for the full list of Unfavored features and demographic groups, as it has been nothing but consistent.

The beach proved to be nothing much, and when I thought the sign said no dogs, why, there was three of them off-leash cavorting around and then the coup de gras, shaking their fur coat next to me and all over my book, darkening the page in streaks until it dried. And given that the perps just love to add water splatter to something I have been looking at or near me, and the color difference it confers, one can be sure that this was no fluke either. And that the book dried out over the next ten minutes in the blazing sun, changing from the darker wet color back to normal page color is just too exciting for the perps. Conversely, the gradual color change of steeping tea brings on a lot more coordinated noise and disruption. Now it is back to rooibus tea, the reddish kind they had me on about two years ago for two months or so.

A negro tailed me out of the parking lot, in his same mid-grey colored Honda pickup truck. Pardon my ignorance, but why would a negro be at the beach anyhow? It might of been the same one lollygagging outside the hair-wax salon yesterday, and not of the threesome that were inside for most of the time I was there.

And the perps have modified my own native thermo-regulation it seems. I would ordinarily wither at 30C degrees, but with their meddling, they have made me more tolerant of higher temperatures (32C here today, measured in the shade). It seems that if they wanted me to work in grape growing/viticulture as I am currently doing, it makes sense. For the most part though, the perps have been malevolent in making changes to me; keeping me at 195lb when I cut my food intake by half in 2007 won't go unpunished, should I get the opportunity if can get even with them.

I suppose looking mid-30ish at most, instead of 58 y.o could be considered a positive modification when they applied it in early 2004. That is, age regression, something they can do with relative ease, as well as morphing facial features and speaking tones and accents. No matter, if it is a prison planet I just "happen" to know it more than most as I am reminded every instant with forced typo errors ( after 35 years of keyboarding), constant maser dots. fuzzy balls and streaks floating in my vision, flashes of light, incessant noise and continued adversity at every turn, even for operating a light switch or turning a page in a book.

But as the new roomie is busy propping plastic bags here and there in the kitchen, arranging them to land beside the kettle having just used it, moving in on me at the sink with brown coffee or red cherries and the like, I can be sure that the perps are onto a new schtick, as they have kept me living alone for the last ten years, and at least three before that.

07-09-2012
A near all sunny day in the vineyard, and back to the thining, lateral removals and the odd leaf plucking so we can see into the foliage to find laterals. These are this year's buds that have re-sprouted and present a yet more foliar growth, albeit unwanted. It is much the same as tomatoes, those so called "suckers" that occur at the axil (junction) of leaf-stem. One short row took me 3.5 hours this morning, and I got another one done afterward. Slow going to say the least, the worst is trying to find the laterals, and evaluating the growth habit of each shoot. And there might be 20 to 40 shoots per plant. We pruned to 24 buds primary buds per plant, but secondary and tertiary buds will also burst forth (aka, flush).

And the propane cannons have started up in adjacent orchards next to the vineyard. And lo, if the cannot doesn't go off when I switch attention, dispell a planted thought, or otherwise parry or equivocate or agree with planted thoughts. We have a long way to go, as the crop is picked in late October.

A thunderstorm as I write this, the dark clouds seem to be a perp favorite, as it is about the same grey as my vehicle. A lightening flash in this room as I pressed the "Submit" button to deal with my cell phone plan wretchedness/baffle-choices. Finally, I gave up on navigating through the rate plan changes and the warning of incurring device charges if I change the rate, and more unattainable conditions when I try to add extra data per month for these very data hungry so-called smart phones. Most of the 39Mb was due to getting a music player on that took FLAC files, and the various other attempts prior to that.

07-10-2012
The thunderstorm went into the night, and as bedtime is early, it was still going then.

cherries,
red games- Rita on the deck viewable through the window for whatever reason

hot out on the vineyard, but managed OK.

thining, laterals removed, de-suckered yet again.

07-11-2012
hedging; electric shears fucking up, then the generator start, then the AC plug connection

toilet overflow

phone fucked; not charged the night before, no charger taken to work, added a voice mail on top[ to crank the angst some more. no good habit goes unsabotaged. from the same assholes who deliver on "no good deed goes unpunished"

four more mosquito bites on my R side neck, identical location for three bites yesterday

also, the latest is to have me start an email and then when I look up I see that nothing was typed in the box or dialog space, they simply made the cursor go away. Sams with an order online; they flipped me to a prior screen when I was filling in my credit card, so I had to re-type all the preceding detail again as it didn't come back. What is the point of having me type into a space and then fucking me so none of it shows up when they next let me look up to the screen to see nothing of what I typed.

07-12-2012
day of hedging the vines

sucked into "thinking" last Wednesday was a 20% off day, when it was the week before. It seems the email flyer, speaking with roomies and the rest of the event was totally scripted to be the wrong fucking day altogether. I find this out only today when taking the bill back in and the cashier checked the date and is was July 04, not June 27. A major supported jerkaround to fool me into "thinking" it was a 20% off Wednesday.

toilet plugging stunt, and then the landlady crisscrossing my path when I was cleaning it out, she timing her shower just when I wanted to go in. Like WTF; she is living downstairs with a shower down there, so why did she need to use the bathroom on top of me?

via email, after two phone conversations about setting up a dental appointment for Aug 02 in Victoria BC, I later learn that the dentist won't be in. Like WTF; they have themselves planned out for a year or more, and the dentist was said to be availible to do the fillings she tagged me with (an estimate) as I was about to go, not mentioning anything when I was in the chair getting my teeth cleaned in April. Then the next day, poof, the dentist is not availible.

And said dental receptionist phoned me when I was in my vehicle in a 60kph section, and I was doing the speed limit, when this dude in a big truck passes me on a hill. Like WTF; I was doing the speed limit, and no one passes there because one cannot see anything coming. Anyhow, an exciting moment for the perps, as it is illegal to use a cell phone in ones vehicle except for hands off communication devices. As I get no more than four to siz x calls per week, this must of been a major set-up for whatever perp reasons there are.

07-13-2012
back to toil among the vines, getting the laterals plucked out, minor thining of shoots, and now leaf plucking. It is laborious and takes a day to do a row; perfect music player work. Except that the perps decided to run the aircraft at a lower elevation so they could be heard at the correct volume through the headphones. One was a small private jet, having done at least two prior passes overhead in the last few weeks, and is a rare bird to be in this town.

Three weeks of finally getting through to an automotive accessories supplied finally ended. A phone call, without being put on hold. All my web purchase attempts blew up on the final page, and their support personnel contended it was fixed when it wasn't. The online attempts ended finally when their systems support sent me a questionaire about the service level, and I sent it back detailing my woe. I even wrote in, "past caring that any fix will be undertaken" and never heard a peep from them. Funny how they put some organizations through a faux apology show, while others are allowed to drop contact altogether.

music on android phone, headphone on, and lo, if the same bizjet doesn't do a low pass overhead, ensuring that the same noise volume from the same source reaches my ears (as background noise coming through the headphones) while listening to music. Some kind of noise-music correlation to noise source going on it would seem.

07-14-2012
Saturday, and in the vineyard, no working today, per regular schedule. On with laundry and then a forced "forget" about it for at least 1.5 hours. I was online in the meantime, and had the Android phone playing music, and then it suddenly crashed, telling me emergency calls only. Like WTF; the battery was fine (the usual exploitation and sabotage excuse), the Telus network was fine (was online with same network), and so the timing of events seemed so curious. The Beatles (all #1 hits) had just finished playing on the Android phone, the Bill Hilly Band had only played for a minute or less, when the phone crashed bigtime. So... maybe those Beatles tunes had something in them, and they wanted to force me out of my chair to the kitchen where the raw foodist was making a barch of kale, watermelon and mango juice, (totally delicious as she offered me a sample) and have more interpersonal contact/engagement while putting my laundry in the dryer, and consuming the said blender drink. The moment was also marked by the landlady walking around in the backyard 40' away while on her cell phone, the typical EMF event stalking I have come to know and loathe the sight of, these ten years of abuse and harassment. The landlady isn't the dumbshit she makes herself out to me, with these sudden eruptions of perp abetting activity a key perp reserarch moments. (Above mentioned crisscrossing my path and shower event as another example).

I am still on "shit refugee" status; another trip to the mall brought a phalanx of red colored vehicles to lead and tail me there. My 6-wide dude escort in the parking lot was all wearing their oversized shorts to ensure they looked stupid, and the fat folks at the food area seemed so arranged. And too, they had me bleed in the toilet paper, keeping up the red color exposures. Afterwards, the LD store beckoned as I was out of chocolate, and the expensive skin cream they like me to get. My red shirted tail was on my ass for two aisles, then the brown skinned woman took over to engage in two reprise stalkings, and finally "ending up" ahead of me at the cashier. She made sure to tarry and putz around at the checkout after she had paid and got her handbag together as well. Protracted activity ahead of me at checkouts is nothing new these last ten years of concerted harassment fuckery. As is every financial transaction I make, even writing out a check and mailing it. And so it goes, another day in fucking hell.

Then having empited my briefcase to take to the sewing shop, and somehow missing it while knowing its address and the street block I was in, I found out they were closed Saturdays. Nice of them to mention it (NOT) when I spoke with them on the phone. The Andiamo briefcase has been very useful, especially in the days of having an office job when I first bought it in Lynnwood WA in 1999. When the abuse started up in 04-2002 one of the first things they sabotaged was to destroy the D ring so it could not be slung on my shoulder. It sent to Andiamo and I bought a substitute bag that was nowhere near as good. Plus, the perps used this as an excuse to scramble my head while attempting to recall where all the items were stored in the bag. I had never had any problem remembering where all my items where in the Andiamo briefcase, so why this sudden recall lapse when the same items were in a different bag with slightly different configuration. But as this was the time the assholes forced me into hospital with the aid of my then-thought friends, they seemed to want me to have the same belongings in this substitue bag. Later, during this episode, an E. Indian "patient" stole the bag and other clothesuntil I complained to the nurse and she retrieved nearly all of it for me.

And so this storied briefcase saga continues; I never had much use for it for (non-office job years) since then (12-2002) until 2010 when I took Oracle 11g upgrade courses, 2x/week. I had my freaks and wierds on the bus of course, and at the start of classes the main zipper "failed" at one corner. It was a two-way zipper so I used the other side only, as two thirds zipper coverage remained. And now in 01-2012 I am about to begin more schooling, this time in viticulture, and lo, if the other zipper doesn't blow before the first class, leaving me to use an ersatz bulldog clip to hold it closed. And now, some three months after the course, I am now allowed to attend to getting it fixed, closed-store Saturdays aside.

But even getting this far was an accomplishment; when I moved into this roomie house I asked the landlady if there was an industrial sewing shop in town. She gave me the phone number of her friend who had started up a with an industrial sewing machine, and I left a message. Three weeks later I hadn't heard and I phoned again, and I was told the person had spoken to my landlady to say they did not have an industrial sewing machine, and to try XYZ. Like WTF; the landlady had the premise exactly wrong (disinformation) and then didn't tell me that it wasn't doable (information obstruction). Not bad for an apparent klutz that I am begining to suspect might be much more steeped in this bullshit than the average bozo-klutz act. And so it goes, this time over a briefcase they like to sabotage, this being the second round in over ten years. And if you can exptrapolate the above briefcase sabotage to nearly all one's possessions, you get the idea as to how invasive, abusive and relentless this insane human nonconsensual human experimentation goes on a daily basis.

2100h
A dull day for the remainder, (after a morning shopping trip), being kept inside mostly. I was game for getting tourist advice on hiking areas, but somehow, I "forgot" until I was driving past the tourist bureau and turning around was deemed to complicated. The perps just love to arrange scenarios and then have me "forget" (read, remotely dithered recall), only to see the object of recall too late. These arranged "forgets and too late reminders" are arranged at least 20x/day, a whole new never-before memory degradation they like to put me through. Onto posting this.

Flight Time

06-16-2012
I fly out later today, so this is just to fill the time until I am ready to go.

A yoga class, and a Saturday one to avoid the Sunday one with the heavy breathing fat male who likes to get close. And lo, if they didn't put on a negro male and a blonde girl, with my vineyard work colleage (female, redhead), behind them. Said negro saw fit to remove his shirt for more brown exposure it would seem, and thankfully he was mostly hidden by his blonde babe. I don't why the perps are so fascinated with matching blonde Caucasian girls with male negroes, but it is nothing new to me. "Hide the negro" (Unfavored demographic group specimen) has become the operative word, just as "hide the brown vehicle" (Unfavored color) games when driving and surrounded by my gangstalking posse in their arranged formations to obstruct the particular vehicle until it is too close to do so.

And I did get at least three deep brown vehicles, in separate gangstalking vehicle streams when driving from the house to the tanning salon (five minutes). I stopped into this shared house at my room after yoga and the owner had the vaccum cleaner going, and only then did I phone to see if the tanning salon was availble, which it was. When I asked if the lie-down bed was avaiible soon, she said "1:30" when it was 11:30. I said something like "sooner than 1:30" and she said "I meant 11:30". Like WTF; I get all these over-obvious mistakes too often, and getting screwed around like this is plain fucking disturbed. And of course they screwed my out of having my watch on to immediately check the time, all in keeping with the perp's obsession over all details related to this concept as well as the general FUD agenda.

Then onto another perp event they dearly like me to be doing, tanning. This time it was at a salon, and with an extra contingent of vehciles around me, as I have never done a back-to-back yoga and tanning before. There were extra gangstalking vehicles sporting PVC pipe on my way, so who knows what this is about, again, nothing new.

And I am begining to find my Android phone is more useless that I expected. Yes, it takes pics, but how does one get them off? Only yesterday did I have to ask to find out how to access voice mail. By holding down the "1" key I was told at the counter, and was duly informed the adjacent symbol it was the "universal symbol for voice mail". Like WTF; I had cell phones before, and all I had to do was select the Voice Mail menu item, and I got there. But now, one has to decode this obscure symbol on a key that is clearly marked for another purpose. Owing to this undeclared wretched dual modality, if one holds the key for longer, you don't get a "1": but whatever the dumbassed symbol means. And lets be clear; the "universal symbol" is of a reel-to-reel tape deck, as obsolete as it is obscure. So who writes this, never mind the neanderthal-like penchant for obsolete motifs with a current day touch screen interface phone feature?

06-20-2012
Back in the land of the sunny Okanagan after four days in Victoria, British Columbia, the Gangstalking Capital of Canada. Soo... many gangstalking and perp set-up stunt to recount here, even if in summary form. The wheelbarrow tire idiocy continues, Westjet didn't even charge me for the extra box, very kind of them it was. And I got an 3/4" cold rolled length of steel as the new axle, after the culls at Casterland sent me the wrong size and weren't too sympathetic about redressing this screw-up. After plenty of extra attention from the vehicular gangstalking force on the way to the steel supplier, and then a mighty piss after I ordered it at the front counter, and lo, if it wasn't there ready on the counter after filling the toilet, (and flushing of course). Funny the steel wasn't warm from being cut in the saw, but who knows, as the perps seriously diverted me from observing matters with a forced visit to the toilet. I had the old part (5/8" diameter axle), recieved the new replacement 3/4" steel, and OMG, what a might vehicular gangstalking as I drove to downtown Victoria to do other errands. As of mid-April I have a mid-grey Toyota Camry, and lo, if the same mid-grey colored vehicles weren't out in force; adjacent, at intersections etc. I was finally allowed to "get it"; grey gangstalking vehicles, (I was driving my mother's barely metallic tan Ford Escape, brown interior though), and a chunk of grey steel in the vehicle.

Then onto an irrigation supply house to get some new parts for my mother's wretched sprinkler, though of good quality, it was beset by poor fittings. And lo, if they didn't put a negro pseudo-staff member on, almost as black as the ill-lit shop, the mofo coursing around behind me for no reason, asking someone else if they had been helped (how did he know who to ask as he wasn't observing?), then across the counter, and then aiding said customer at a counter section 90 degrees offset in keeping with the perp anisotropic energetic research. I had to wait five min. longer, and finally the store proprietor came by, casual like, distracted too, and I assumed he was drunk or stoned so irregular was his manner. I got helped at the counter by the 300lb Fat Man, another freak-du-jour, though he was friendly at least. And have I mentioned how often the perps hound my ass over water supply, pipe material, sprinkler head types and material, what crops got irrigated with what pipes, and then eating said crops? Many times, and I suppose a visit to the irrigation supply house was way too exciting for the perp sick-asses.

Then back to the First Feral Family house to deal with the wheelbarrow, but I ran out of steam when I couldn't get the U-bolts I was looking for. I settled for redi-rod and will have to bend it at a later date with a borrowed propane or hotter torch. I was reminded I did this wheelbarrow wheel and axle rebuild way back in 1996, when the then wheelbarrow was the only farm "vehicle" for the six acres I owned with the ex. Then it was a new wheel, a new axle of cold rolled steel, and consummating with a visit to the neighbor with a welding shop to heat and bang the purchased U-bolts to a new shape that I couldn't do myself. (Propane torches aren't hot enough to work steel I found out). And said wheelbarrow was the means by which the extensive alpaca poo was removed, and for so many other chores on this infernally prohibitive and demanding property at the time. And I believe I mentioned that I fixed 600' of waterline, putting in 2" PVC instead of steel and this deformed blue plastic line, as well as five connection boxes and many other irrigation upgrades, including 200 new spray heads for the one acre of kiwi fruit. I did all that wheelbarrow rebuild, water supply upgrade (and its use), and countless other agricultural activities that I have since been forced to do yet again since the perps went overt in 04-2002. No...sir, it wasn't enough to lose our shirts on that wretched hobby farm, they had to run me out of an IT job three years later and start me working as a peasant in the strawberry and daffodil fields begining in 2008 when they finally let me work again, for a pittance this time. Now, in 2012, they let me "graduate" to working in a vineyard, which is where I presently work until the harvest is over.

So yes, it would seem this four day visitation to Gangstalking and Nonconsensual Human Experimentation Central, Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, was indeed a significant test event as they have had me out of town since early 01-2012, apart from a post-viticulture course two week visit in April to purchase abovementioned Camry. The perps have a long history of sending me out of town after an educational experience, and it is most curious as to why.

I woke up Sunday morning, and my mother announced the neighborhood deer had somehow eluded the deer fencing I installed the year before (2011) and now ate some of her garden plants, namely tomatoes and runner beans. And that became the emergency I had to deal with for the four days, using the remainder of the 4' wide stucco wire from last year (2011). The 4'x4' garden bed had to be fenced as the beans got moved to it. The 8'x4' bed was done last year in chicken wire. I had the posts, and kept the intact chicken wire rolled up over the winter. I expected to only re-erect the posts, and unravel the chicken wire and tie it up like last year. BUT, the first oddity was that there was a splice in it when it was a continuous section, as chicken wire is hell to deal with once cut. Once the posts were up, the chicken wire was found to be woefully inadequate in length, like 10' missing of 24'. To remind my readers; this roll of chicken wire was 24' long, a single continous length, and fitted the 8'x4' garden bed all the way around. I took it down at the end of last year (fall 2011), stored it as a single roll, and what happened to it over the winter? Why, "someone" severed it in mid-span, cut out 10' and spliced the ends back together. The latter is no mean feat, as a 4' wide roll of chicken wire has very many ends to deal with and bend, twice for a lapped splice. Soo.. the story is, some insane Fuckwit stole 10' of 4' wide chicken wire from a mid-length roll of 24' and spliced it back together again (a 30 minute job by conventional means), all to mess me around so I had to shorten up the fence and re-locate two poles, for which I had already drilled and installed four galvanized 4" lag bolts. And given the number of times the perps have me install, and then remove fasteners (nails, screws, bolts, nuts etc.), one can be sure that this indeed might of been the central objective. As for their rationale, and what it is all about, I have no idea. This Chicken Wire Section Theft and Re-splice Event has to be one of the more obvious and totally insane extra-conventional jerkarounds of the past ten years. But it hasn't gone unnoticed the perps like to arrange wire mesh in my proximity, and by cranking on the suburban deer problem, they got their wish yet again.

And the above deer invasion became the new-emergency, perfectly timed it was to my first morning in Gangstalk Central and re-configuring my activities, errands etc. I had to put the wheebarrow steel axle away, after rubbing it down with grease so it would not rust. And lo, if some three hours later when driving on the above mentioned errand trip, they tailed me with a bulk lubricant semi-trailer tanker for ten minutes or so, in a distinctly residential district. Funny how the petroleum products harassment and stunts continue.

As well, the plant hormone games continue, my mother dutifully acquiring Miracle-Gro again, and leaving it on the kitchen counter, first unopened, and a day later, the box was opened. The active ingredient for said product is 2,4-D, but just a little so not to cause the plant to grow rapidly into indehiscence, which is what the herbicide form does. Funny, Miracle-Gro never puts the active ingredient on the packaging. It would seem that plant hormone manipulation is part of the perp agenda too, based how often this "happens" in this protracted hell that I have been cast into.

An uneventful 45 min. flight back, and plenty of red-dressed passengers on board. A seat row to myself next to the window, and a 45 min. reverie over the beautiful sunlit landscape and overflying some notable natural landmarks (the Lions peaks that overlook Vancouver BC, Garibaldi Park where I once worked for a summer). All to have me "forget" to read my book that I had arranged in the seatback after take-off. No good practice can go undisrupted in perp-land.

Another evening on this four day visit was a dinner with my farmworker colleague, one who makes that I am an interesting person and how she wants to meet up with me. And to be straight, there is no romantic interest on my part, it is she that pursues me, as it is clear she is connected to Fuckwit Central, and the gig was scripted. The waitress was a total blonde doll by comparison, and it is rare the perps let me have that much observation time with a pretty and personable young woman. I suppose this was the protracted plain-woman (colleague) to gorgeous woman (waitress) comparison outing/test, as normally the perps like to arrange fleeting Unfavored-Favored contrasts among the gangstalker encounters.

What followed was a classic perp stunt; the tanning salon I frequented last year was next door to the restaurant and I wanted some of the scentless tanning intensifier (not a colorant or bronzer). And lo, if they weren't out of it, and I cannot get this online anywhere, or where I now live, Penticton, BC. Having me get skunked, as in not finding/acquiring what I was looking for, is a long time perp arrangement, usually in concert with Fuckwit gangstalkers around me. Though this time, it was my erstwhile farm colleague, and post-dinner time too, and extra challenging moment for the perp's remote energetic reading/analysis on me. That a blonde babe was also at the counter to tell me that a shipment was due this week wasn't a coincidence either, borrowing from the waitresses' look.

A family outing the next afternoon and evening (yesterday), following my daughter's graduation from the local community college. Much pictures in the evening under the trees after dinner in a nearby Thai restaurant with family. And per cue, out came the smart phones, and later the iPad, all in keeping with the perp's preoccupation with proximate individuals to be looking at LED screens. I don't know what the perps derive from this activity, but it has been clear from early on, that they just love to have me looking at CRT or LED displays with personnel/family, or even in proximity in the case of gangstalkers. That my classmates in my 2009 Oracle DBA classes would have the same red covered netbook at their desk, passing it on to other classmates, taking turns with the same netbook from class to class. Can we get more fucking obvious than that, netbook/LED display stalking? A related item was the new Samsung Galaxy Note cell phone I had for a few days before I took it back. It had an OLED display on it. Whatever it is that the perps are pumping through the wires and cell phone aerials needs to be tested on me for differing kinds of glass, LED resolutions, LED type and all the other technical parameters like circuit board color, wire color etc.

And now back at the cramped shared house, I was put onto "shit refugee" status within a half hour of getting back. First I was distracted from unpacking my suitcase by the six week overly long delivery of my cellphone accessories that had been just delivered on the doorstep for my arrival. Soo..., I get to unpack a suitcase and briefcase along with sorting out my laundry and then attending to the new cellphone accessories. After changing into new clothes, the forced "need" to take a crap came on, and so off to the mall to use the shitter there after being burned with a sudden onset of blocked toilets at this shared house. (And one at the vineyard owner's house where I work, which was a total blatant sabotage event for the minimal toilet content). And lo, if there wasn't the coursing dudes, one of whom was the cell phone service attendant I encountered last week. Some of the dudes were assigned concurrent craps, but no toilet blocking. The toilet even flushed by itself afterward, twice. And lo, if my Phillipino (read, brown) women gangstalkers that led me to the washrooms weren't there on my exit, loitering in the nearby food mall.

Then a "need" came on to get a stack of 100g bars of chocolate while there at the nearby LD store, and lo, if one stalking/stocking twit wasn't handling deep brown letter boxes across the aisle in front of me on my way to the chocolate. Then a planted notion to get some cash at the nearby ATM and cash the yellow colored check my mother gave me before I departed in compensation for the expenses I incurred in dealing with fencing, irrigation and wheelbarrow tire projects.

And in keeping with the perp's brown imperative, mixed in with the irrigation research imperative, I see that my perp abetting mother purchased 50' of brown garden hose, still coiled. So we are now entering a new phase of perp research, mixing/integrating their brown color games with thier irrigation supply research, and presumably by extension, its downstream color energetic effects on the plants that consume such supplied water, and too, the food consumed therefrom. Sounds like another ten years of insane abusive and deranged nonconsensual human experimentation is planned out.

The Summer Soltice was today, another perp parameter I have come to find, though I have no idea if it was central to above planning/arrangements.

06-21-2012
First evening after yesterday's flight, and I was jerked out of sleeping mostly, awake at 0300h, up at 0400h. The next door roomie artfully times his getting up earlier to match mine so he is showering while I am using the same water supply to clean dishes (concurrent water use). At least the 10th time this has "happened" in three weeks.

On the vineyard job, I took off my shirt, and then sun went behind high cloud 10 min. later and thereafter for the remainder of the day.

06-22-2012
More vineyard work today, but no tanning due to overcast conditons. Lots of deep mid-grey clouds in the distance, and I suppose this was interesting to the perps, given that I now have and use a mid-grey colored vehicle. On the way home they tailed me with a same mid-grey colored pickup truck towing a white aluminum trailer, and in front of me was a new white Volvo S-60. It only took the Volvo designers 10 years to clean up the look of the rear trunk, tailights and bumper design, and I must say it looks halfway decent. The perps go to great lengths to have me see vehicles with attractive design aesthetics, and after the horrid jelly-bean job they did on Volvos in 2000, they finally got it about right. The perps wanted me to know, as it is rare that I personally encounter new vehicles, being so financially strapped. And the perps know I have a fondness for Volvos, being a near-perfect confluence of design integrity, features, quality and durability IMHO. And too, the perps had me owning Volvos for 20 years in the past, so there must be something in it for them. It is also interesting that they ply me with Saabs in the vehicular gangstalking, a Swedish vehicle manufacturer that might get their steel from the same source as Volvo.

Other games that are going on are having me not use my regular mid-grey handled shaving razor while visiting Victoria, per above. I had my hand on the shaving razor to pack it, but "somehow" it didn't get packed, so I used these wretched white handled BIC razors while there. I survived OK, it is just that arms and body shaving never got done, and I have caught up in the last few days, doing one each morning in conjunction with shaving my face.

Another shaving method variation as also been imposed; normally after my shower I shave by applying a hot face cloth to the area and then proceed to shave in discrete sections (e.g. five passes on my face). Two weeks ago, they had me "discover" that I didn't need to use the face cloth to soften the hairs as I was fresh from the shower. So this big "discovery" has meant that I can speed up shaving and not apply  the face cloth in advance of each discrete section that has shaving foam applied. Another adjunct to this was that I can take another short (sub-minute) shower to clean up my shaving hairs and foam all over me instead of using the face cloth, again in iterations to recharge it once it has loaded up. And because I must wait for the slow draining sink after shaving, I can take this second shaving-debris cleaning shower before the sink has finished draining. All  this must sound like boring triviality, but in fact, the perps have a huge vested interested in absolutely every aspect of shaving and towelling dry, so this is a SIGNIFICANT advent in them changing this long running routine. Do I care? No; just leave me the fuck alone is all I ask, and it isn't going to happen anytime soon if it took them ten years to get this far.

06-23-2012
A visit to the market in downtown Penticton where they block four blocks off for vendors who set up their stalls. The Fuckwit Crush was out, including the step-in-my-way rude shit by assholes who were looking at me from less that 3' away. I was finally allowed to find a salad mix on the return pass, and lo, within a minute, they didn't pull a rain shower to accompany me for the 10 min. walk back. And too, this fucks me up, as I want to clean up my grease spotted raingear outside, and ironically it is raining, same as two weeks ago. The landlady's dude/boyfriend had to come and walk the driveway while I had the bag of salad in hand, just as his landlady girlfriend had to arrive in the kitchen when I was putting it in the fridge. What a bag of salad mix can do in Perpland.

And I see they wiped out two paragraphs that I had entered this morning in this here blog, and I am just too annoyed to replicate it. Besides, the perps manage mood down to full level control, and so it goes, more of what I have written is deleted by THEM.

More order obstruction and blocking. I am attempting to get a sunshade for my vehicle, and lo, if the Billing-Shipping address mapping doesn't put me into Alaska after typing "British Columbia" in the first list. Then it magically corrects itself when requesting shipping options. Then it screwed me out of having my password entered, so once that it is re-entered I resubmit. And lo, if the the application doesn't blow up and spew a page full of errors. I go back one screen to get to my details (now keyed in twice), and lo, if they didn't time me out after one minute of aforementioned adversity. All this was subsequent to "inadvertent" deletion of my order in the first place, having switched from the always-compromised (partial display) Firefox to running IE in Firefox browser window. Which begs the question, why does this keep happening to me? Because there is a total adversity/coincidence  control office which oversees every aspect of what I do. I don't know how any reasonable person can come to any other conclusion after this same kind of abusive and obstructing inanity has been going on for ten fucking years.

Later, my first salad from above market shopping trip that I ate here in Penticton gets extra attention. The landlady was on the wireless phone talking all the time while I was eating it. (I was seated between her 10' away, and the reciever, 5' away, in the path of the EMF signals. Post lunch (salad now in me), she starts up the vacuum cleaning. And have I mentioned how often vacuum cleaning stalking erupts around me since the harassment began. At least 5x/year.

A 1.75 hour long forced nap after lunch, salad now digesting, which is way excessive when they screwed me into an extra two hours sleep last night. I suppose I could chalk this up to the post-salad consumption event.

An afternoon shopping trip, and why is it that so many people wander into my path and then don't make any effort to get out of it? I walk around them and lo, if they haven't turned yet again to walk at me, leading me to make extra effort to get out of their way. And they are uniformily trained to be totally blase/emotionless about it too. I have never met so many rude pedestrians since this abuse began.

Enough rants for the day, though further order obstructions did erupt, as it seems to be the day the assholes want me to put online shopping through, now four different orders on the day when I had been backlogged for months on getting on with them. They had me hold off until I moved in early June, and then kept up the sabotage and harassment plus the cell phone dysfunction games to distract me for a further three weeks. And so it goes, one slow weekend day.

06-24-2012
Another weekend day (Sunday), this time getting up at 0600h, which gave me 7 hours of sleep, more like normal. No one else was up, and I have yet to find out the source of the snoring I heard in the night and this morning. No one on the couch this time, and too loud for it to be from the detached garage where the landlady sleeps.

Just like last Sunday, yoga and then to the tanning salon, and still with this scented pong from the intensifier lotion. The thought of not using it just didn't occur to me.

The yoga class had the heavy breather dude again, he sdroitly getting in front of my view in the side mirror wall. Some people, usually the Unfavored specimens, need to be in my vision much more than others. The one delectable babe was obstructed by a chinless older blonde woman, and so it goes, sprinkle in a few Favoreds, and then plant an Unfavored in front of them.

After tanning, then to engage with the petroleum interest/stungs of the perps, they reminding me that I needed to fill the tank up again, having passed the desired filling station. So on my way back to fill the vehicle, why, a gasoline tanker truck was filling at the Chevron with the old pumps and I was on my way to the one, a quarter mile away at most, that had the familiar pumps. And lo, if the only availible pump was the one where the four in-ground tank filler ports where arranged,  me parking over top of them while I filled the vehicle. The prequisite hot-rod muffler noises started up while filling, and then the motorcycle noise was added to the noisescape. The perps made sure two motorcycles were on show, parked at a pump when selecting one to fill at. A three way vehicular clusterfuck when it came time to depart, a vehicle doing back-and-forths in front of me, someone waiting behind me, and two more sitting with their backup lights to get in the way. And so they did, one departing ahead of me and the other departing behind me.

The perps pulled a rainstorm while I was tanning, and so that was my greeting upon exiting the salon and walking to my vehicle. The trip to the gasoline station, while filling the tank, and driving back to my roomie hell was duly rained upon. Even if there was some sun and blue sky, someone likes to arrange rainstorms more than is coincidence for key Fuckover events (e.g. tanning, gasoline filling).

More of the protracted impasse over getting files onto the Android phone's SD card. I see that I am not alone as this generates plenty of web traffic, though none that seems to help me. And too, the perps could be up to their usual cognition abuse games, and have me all over the solution but unable to effect one. This is the stuff of what they like doing best; cognition disruption. After the color coordinated gangstalkers (both ambulatory and vehicular), the dogs and kids they like to put out, the vacuum cleaners, ladders, backpacks, plastic shopping bags, the vagrants, the cell phoners, and other assorted Unfavored Fuckwits, hammering my ability to percieve things comes next. Who knew that abuse could be so subtlely appplied?

Anyhow, I am going to publish this now (06-24-2012, 1420h PDT) and if anything eventful erupts for the remainder of the day, I will append it below.

Laundry Games Again

03-26-2012
For the second week in succession, the perps stopped my laundry load in mid washing, and put on the "unbalanced load" light. As in bullshit, the load wasn't unbalanced at the start because I have learned to always balance the laundry in the washing machine tub, and nor did it appear unbalanced when I attended to it. Just more fucking bullshit over screwing with my laundry, something they did at the outset when this insane reign of abuse began, April 2002. One half month to the ten year anniversary of this fucking hell the assholes put me in, and still keep me in.

More negro stalking at the exercise room; it doesn't matter when I go; 2:30, 3:30, 4:30 - the fucker is dressed up like a cleaner, and "just happens" to be loitering around when I am there. It used to be that he was never there, then his cleaning cart, and now every time, four in succession so far. What is the perp's insane preoccupation with making sure I get a surfeit of negro gangstalkers?

This time, I get the said negro doing this hang dog look waling toward me, making out he didn't see me coming, belligerently encroaching on the available space as we passed in the tight quarters of the change room.

Ditto another fuckwit yesterday; at the top of the stairs and making out he didn't hear me coming up, and the asshole was occupying the entire landing, until I said something to him. The "sorry" thing again. I don't respond to these any more, and they are clearly arranged.

The freak in class again, up to his personal space encroachment fuckery. He put his wool somethings next to my book when I had vacated my chair temporarily during a break, and I asked him to remove it, and he did. His bag on the floor somehow kept moving under my feet, and three times I pushed it away. A final space encroachment again, at the end of class, same scenario, pretending to not know I was there.

Then the "piss-brothers", doing tag-team pissing, one classmate swapping urinal use next to me while I was captive in an extended piss just before a late lunch. The perps just love to delay lunch, more than any other meal by far.

Open Office, and the assholes made the mouse-pointer unavailable by putting a "busy" circle in its place and not allowing any scroll control. Like WTF; this PC is plenty fast, Open Office is well behaved, and suddenly this sudden obstruction from nowhere, not even doing heavy searches.

03-28-2012
The day of our final presentations in viticulture class, one extra table was added overnight to the classroom U shape, so the freak was one empty chair space away, not next to me. Though that did not stop him putting things between us to get them closer to me, and to have them contact my papers on the table surface.

Ditto at the library tonight; the dude with the backwards ball-cap doing his head bobbling and twisting also found a "need" to place his stuff over top of my papers on my desk.

03-28-2012
On the street on my way back from class, a wacko dude in a blue and black checkered jacket was coming at me from the 10 o'clock position some, 80' away, and from a driveway while I was walking straight on the sidewalk. He he comes ambling along in this ridiculous gait, still coming at me some 20' away, and then when 8' away I look to see what his intentions are, and here he is looking backwards. The very moment I wanted to check the Fuckwit out, he is looking backwards at absolutely nothing, doing the intentional look-at-nothing move. I scuttled onto the road to get out of the Fuckwit's path, but to date, this represents the single most rudest and blatant ambulatory stunt to walk into me yet, and there was plenty of room for the Fuckwit to go behind me, which what the outcome was. Walking toward someone on a collision course from 80' away and then looking away at the critical collision avoidance moment; talk about taking the cake for idiotic street behavior.

03-29-2012
Finished final term paper, and I was allowed to get on with it instead of being cognitively dithered, what they have done for six weekend days in the prior four weeks. We had had a final exam review, then an seeming impromptu student study session afterward, when some students moved tables and chairs to make it convivial. Then the class freak arrives two hours later, hangs around for 20 minutes, then seemingly departs. I get forced to take a piss, and lo, if the freak's doppelganger from last week isn't in the washroom too. I return to the classroom and lo, if the class freak is back when re-enter the room, arriving in my absence. The class freak then regales us with the story, probably true, that he got pulled over by the police while smoking dope while driving, but after some gruff exchange, he wasn't busted.

Then the class freak sits down, most strangely, as he clearly didn't want to participate in the study session, having already surveyed the scene and departing. So he chooses a seat exactly behind the class babe, me on her right, and he on her left. As in "Hide the freak", akin to other games of placing the Unfavored (male, unruly beard, dreads, rear hanging bag hat) behind someone who is Favored (attractive female), and only showing a glimpse of them. How often have I mentioned "auric co-opting" in this blog? Many times, though not recently.
Fortunately, the study session was almost over and we all departed within five minutes or so

Extra slow internet tonight; which also serves as the excuse to limit a web page's functionality, like having the yahoo email not fetch the names that match the pattern when I am entering them into the Recipient box. Talk about senseless functional decomposition.

03-30-2012
Last day of viticulture classes, final exam; pub, then later trip to instructor's house for a final student get together.

03-31-2012
Much red wine last night at the viticulture class final wind-up party, and lo, if there isn't a sharp increase in red colored gangstalking vehicles today. The usual choreographed sit-near-me games at the party, and others ignoring me. It seems some are chosen be given extra face time with me, pretending to be more of a pal all of a sudden. Nothing different than the prior decades, when work colleagues would have a friendly spell of a few months and then backed off for no reason. The ostensible reason was that there was a office move, or some other organizational event that covered for their fickle friendship.

I got totally fucked around going to the bank, having walked downtown to get there. They totally blanked me out to have me walk two extra blocks in the wrong direction, and then back again. They even had the RCMP police doing strange ambulatory back and forths in full kit, and arriving from an unmarked vehicle, assuming they didn't teleport the dick. And I knew where the bank was no less.

And insane vehicular traffic today, me walking to the college library to print, and lo, if it didn't print, then needing "help" because fucking windows won't display the printer queue. The librarian babe had to come to help me, and lo, if it didn't start printing when I was at the printer, and she at my desk, exchanging locations as she often putzes at the printer before I do a print job.

A $50 shuttle trip to the airport, and the road traffic was obscene, the driver making out that I have lived in Penticton too long. Well, it was like this in September when last in Kelowna in 2010, and the usual suspects were out in force; petroleum fuel products tankers, cement delivery trucks, the organized colors of vehicular gangstalkers (much greyscale colors with a red vehicle inserted into the cluster), motorcycles, boom trucks for high wire work and on and on. All in a day of vehicular gangstalking, though I am at a disadvantage if I don't know the town, which is the case.

A non-stop flight from Kelowna to Victoria, my first permitted flight since Oct-Nov. 2002. Almost needless to say, an increase of the same airline's commercials on TV, and the next, they doing some kind of dumbassed April Fools Day faux commercial about putting kids in the cargo bay, for which I fail to see the humor. It might even be a fair description of what they did to me in the "lost years", when aged 3 to 5, when I have no recollection of where I was or lived, save a few smatterings of recall. Other abusees of military excesses, have reported being transferred by aircraft, namely, Carol Rutz,  the author of A Nation Betrayed.

And a half full flight, in a Boeing 747-700, and to my dismay, I see they have put LED screens on the back of the seats, so they can pump whatever nasty mind-fuck/mind research irradiations into the faces of all the unsuspecting victims, ahem, passengers. And believe me, I have seen and felt some horrid irradiative/entraining energies coming off  LED displays for quite a few years now. And lo, if they didn't also put the "dog on", a small one in a cage in the passenger area of the aircraft, same as they do for the city bus trips, and of course, the vehicular gangstalking show.

A 1.5 hour wait in the airport, with a slow infiltration of seeming passengers filling in around me. I was allowed to have my back to the wall, so none of the games of ructions, rustling and inanity behind me. Such are my passing successes, measured by the degree of harassment I get. One Fuckwit 6' away was prone on the seats, and about 30 min. later this woman sits between us and brings her blue bag to put near me and gives me this strange piercing stare, to which I stared back. Like WTF; most women smile or say something if sitting close to someone, but no, this fucking weird stare. Then a hour later, my "gangstalking family", two young blonde girls, aged 4 and 6, and mom and dad, who led ahead of me through the security check, decided to relocate opposite me after having a seat somewhere else. How it is all those "passengers" ended up at Gate 7 for a 1750h and yet didn't get on the flight 197 was another mystery. It isn't a big airport, and wouldn't get 747's, so what was the big crowd for?

And for the third week in succession, the perps hold up the washing machine with my soggy laundry in it, the "load imbalance" light again, when there was only a quarter of a normal load. I move a few items around, seeing no cause for the putative load problem, put the lid on, and the washing machine comes back to life.

04-03-2012
I should of got this done earlier, but things being what they are, I don't have much of a choice in how and when things get done.

I am at the First Feral Family house, looking for a used automobile to purchase. (Much easier to look for a vehicle with a borrowed one). I am getting jammed left and right; do I get a Volvo, my fave, or go with a Honda or a Toyota, the latter two maintainable in Penticton where I plan to live, should I get a vineyard gig. And now that three months of viticulture training is over, I desperately need a gig, and seem to be the only one in the class who cannot get one, even if I have four years of farm work gigging behind me. And too, I asked lots of questions in class, while everyone else hung back (per perp script IMHO), so what is going on? To be fair, April is a slack month for vineyard work, as the pruning should be done, and they get serious with shoot tucking and green shoot pruning in May. As always, I cannot buy a break, even if I had the cash, which is severely crimped right now.

A busy day today all round; I got my ass, back and legs waxed today, in keeping with this new-found (read, imposed) hairless body ethic, save my head, as I would NEVER want to be seen as the disgusting perp sight of the (very Unfavored) skinheaded males (usually), as if I escaped from somewhere. No escape for me of course, living in a in-situ prison, called mind-control and human experimentation abuse. It was the same person who waxed my back and ass last December, though she didn't look as scared shitless this time, feigning some conversation that didn't register as I later learned upon saying goodbye.

Now the wait to see if the perps use the excuse for my ass waxing to launch another round of shit games. Regular readers will know that the perps have routinely turned the act of taking a crap into one of high abuse, plastering it on my ass and making a severe mess of it, needing plunging and showering often times. They backed off this abuse in fall-2011, and I thought that the ass waxing to remove the hairs that serve as the perp's excuse to plaster shit on me. But NO, they resumed shit plastering me as of Dec. 12, 2011 when I had the ass waxing, and only backed off this past month. Just when the last vestige of an excuse was eliminated, ass hair, they just merrily plastered me with extra shit anyways when taking a crap. So there, go figure that in conventional terms, especially when the shit games suddenly unfolded as of April 15, 2002.

The waxing attendant showed me the color of the wax this time, and it was lime green, though no wax remains on me. So I wasn't too surprised to see a surge of  lime green dressed gangstalkers while out today, as well as lime green vehicles. They are also going heavy on red vehicles too, putting four in file, all the same red color tone even. Other times, I had at least twelve silver grey vehicles clustered around me in traffic. They had at least five police/police vehicles out, and three fire department cruise-abouts too. The vehicle traffic was obscene, this Tuesday mid-day, and no doubt in an excited level, having been waxed, powdered and whatevered by the waxing/spa attendant. Also, at least 15 brown colored vehicles were inserted into the gangstalking mix over the afternoon, about the most brown gangstalking vehicles I have seen in one outing, ever.

The perps even arranged a ridiculous slanging match at a used car lot; the salesman was running a hose, and asked me if he could, help and I said yes. Then he made out that he couldn't hear me, and the perps trashed my hearing, and so it got to be ridiculous really quick. Then he accused me of having an "attitude", and I said I came to look at Volvos, and then not hearing again, he told me to get off the lot. He was still running the hose, so I ignored the Fuckwit, and looked over this Volvo 850, while he was still running the water and cleaning something. As I was leaving, he told me the Volvo was sold, and I said something like, "is it now?" and departed. This ridiculous scene had to be rigged, as the guy wasn't going to move from his running hose, or was in any way interested in making a sale. Quite silly, all in all, and about the most adverse salesman experience I have ever encountered, starting up very fast, and of no seeming issue. As always, the perps like to deviate from stereotypes, but one never knows when. The adjacent car lot also had a Volvo, which I was hovering over, and no salesman came out. More arranged absurdity to be sure.

And in keeping with the perp's incremental allowance of exposure to permissible interaction; first the salesman doesn't come at all, the next time on a car lot, the salesman resorts to a anti-customer rant, per above, while 20' away and running a hose/noise source he does nothing about. Maybe next, the salesman will appear normal, and then get suddenly called off in mid-interaction. I am sure I will find out soon enough, though next blog posting. Stay tuned for the TI Victim Goes Car Shopping. Seeing that my daughter did some many weeks of serious car shopping about four months ago, having far more money than me, the perps might being trying to do a composite study of the human energetic interaction on car shopping. Such are the trivial minds at work, and a lifetime of it no less. Not to mention the surge of no replies to my email queries to vehicle vendors.