Keep the Kovid Going

 07-22-2020
About time I got on the bit and put a post together. Finally summer has arrived with some hot (32+C) days as I work in the vineyard. Normally this is time to rejoice for me, as I like the hot weather, but this past 8 months has been one of lower energy and motivation, and this afternoon I was feeling quite wiped out. Very uncharacteristic...I have been taking an hour long nap after work, something that the ADD medications "solved" in 2018. So it would seem I am lapsing back into that scene that instigated re-starting my ADD medications.

And for those who aren't long term readers, the Psychopaths upon their apartment invasion and escalation of high fuckery in 04-2002 when this abuse-athon began, ensured that they deprived me of my ADD medications that were quite effective. In other words, a 17 year long hiatus that was better than this current state. (Go figure). It was only the infernal ionizing radiation therapy for prostate cancer in late 2017 that started this slide into demotivation and lower energy.

Low iron has been an issue for some two years now, and my 12-2019 iron IV didn't seem to do anything, so I got another one recently 06-2020. I had iron blood tests recently, one month later, and I see the doctor has set up a telephone appointment. So we shall see what this means..

But, given my ADD and low dopamine state, I had a notion to check out scientific papers online, and lo, low iron "behavioral effects" in the parlance of the research world, appear very similar to ADD-Inattentive subtype symptoms (me). There is a strong interaction between iron and dopamine FFS. I am not going to say I have discovered the root cause of ADD-Inattentive subtype by any means, though I am curious why no one that I know of (presently) in the ADD book world (meaning, digested from the science research world to make it comprehensible to us retail book purchasing schmucks), hasn't put this together.

I am told by a GP that low iron is rare in males. I have also found research that ADD-Inattentive subtype is also rare in males. ADD males are roughly 80% Hyperactive subtype, where ADD females are roughly 80% Inattentive subtype. Anyhow, we shall see where this goes, but it clear to me that my Psychopathic keepers know a whole lot more about all this than I do.

I get the telepathic messages from time to time that they are "transforming" me, and portray a number of future scenarios of me not being ADD. Well, I don't really care, and my usual reply to them is to leave me the fuck alone, end the abuse now, as I have been fucked enough. To which they telepathically reply, they cannot stop, and must continue their work. Another way of saying they don't give a shit, an its all about them and their research  imperatives, small (ADD, dopamine and iron) and large, (remotely applied mind control, quantum mechanics (and other unconventional physical interpretations not in the Standard Model) and the fundamental postulates of Hugh Everett's Multiple Worlds. Again, I don't care how big of a picture this TI harassment and abuse scenario is, or that of TI's in general, I just want to be left the fuck alone.

Through in all this I get a ringside seat to seeing the larger world scenarios play out with a different lens, though I am by no means privy as to how this all fits the larger picture. The latest games being the Covid-19, or Kovid Killer, as in extensively disrupting the economies of the Western world. Add in the Chimp-Out of 2020 for the thug that didn't show up for his funeral (empty coffin FFS), and the follow-on riots and civil disturbances in the US states and cities that couldn't be bothered to enforce civil authority, being too spineless (or more likely, their chain was yanked) to deal with rioters the old-fashioned way; high speed lead. Then add in the sad-sack Main Stream Media (MSM), or as I prefer, Lamestream Media, who uniformly have backed the rioters and mayhem. In the least they have resorted to euphemistic terms such as "peaceful protesters" for rioters and looters, and have uniformly sided with the Burning, Looting and Murder (BLM) faction, something that only a Lizard King would initiate, because only he can get away with this, even if he has been declared persona non grata in 6 countries for sedition.

Maybe it is more like Billionaire Lives Matter; I cannot see sorry-assed Soros having Gislaine Maxwell (a millionaire) as his next door cell mate anytime soon. Another billionaire of greater recent prominence of late and who is talking through hat most of the time, is Bill Gates and his vaccine promotion. Say Bill, if you want to be a hero instead of a billionaire bum, as you too have been declared unwelcome in a number of countries, why don't you take on diseases the old-fashioned way, and bypass the immune system and hit the disease directly. As in the 1930's with the Royal Rife disease curing methods of determining the EM signatures of the disease, and applying it with reverse EM waves. It worked to the point of 30 doctors having a banquet to celebrate the end of disease until they got rumbled by the FDA of the day.

Not to mention Mr MAGA has been playing kitty-by-the-door and not engaging the states that have allowed the civil mayhem to continue, never mind corralling the above mentioned seditious billionaire. And get yourself a real Attorney General; that fat cat has got nine lives, all of them supplied by the Deep State.

Yet another unwelcome dimension of human behavior has surfaced in the past six months, that of the so-called Social Justice Warriors, or more like, Social Justice Delusionals. A variant is the Woke crowd, though not very awake in fact, as they cannot understand that money doesn't grow on trees, and steadfastly refuse any educational direction otherwise. A more developed treatise on this crowd of tools/fools who have lost the ability to attain a modicum of objective reality at this link, Partisanship Has Untethered Americans' Minds From Objective Reality, summarized as follows;

The question we face in this age is whether it is possible to maintain a civil society with an abundance of people embracing an alternative reality. Fanatics, eccentrics, lunatics and so on have been a part of human society since the beginning. The issue today is one of scale. Those leaky simulations have burst open and our reality is now flooded with berserk imitations of normal people, acting on a sense of reality that is at odds with objective reality. We’re being overrun by simulacrum.

And then on cue,  why, our dear Google, social media platforms, Youtube and the like have  decided to limit Covid-19 coverage to "authoritative" sources. The last six months have had countless shutdowns of alternate news sources, videos detailing a very different reality on the ground etc. In fact, Google was busy censoring long before CoVid-19 censorship.  Twitter's censorship mask slips), and so it goes, circling the drain. So with Google now declaring themselves as the official internet information censor, because they could readily swap out the "Covid-19" theme and add another, and another, etc.  truly 2020 has been a major economic hit on top of many major paradigm shifts.


All of the above is a Perfect Confluence of high stupidity encased in delusional ideals permitting civil mayhem and getting full Lamestream Media support. Add on blatant information censorship of alternate sources to limit public news coverage to the Official Narrative Only. It is all too contrived and orchestrated IMO.

BTW; I have a new name and acronym for the specious term invoked by the CIA to attempt to smear the name of those developing alternate theories to the JFK assassination, a still common term to stiffle debate, "conspiracy theories". Well done, you propagandists, so why would you develop this term anyhow? How about, Not the Official Narrative Theories (NONT), or NONTists applied to such proponents?
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Back to the abuse-athon scenes, just the majors ones since the last posting.

-a 10-12yo boy seriously tailing me at SOF supermarket last week at 1900h, about the most obvious tailing/stalking stunt in recent years. Shopping all by himself apparently. He tails me at my usual last aisle before heading to the checkouts. I look at him as he was so incredibly anomalous, and this shit stares right back at me. He carries on to the chocolate section in this aisle and does the usual gangstalker stunt of "just standing there", (fake shopping) so I take off and get some more groceries. I return to this aisle about five minutes later and he is exiting it for some reason, and lo, if we don't cross paths at the aisle end making contra-centric turns. Then the kid Fuckwit doubles back within 5 seconds and tails me, passes by and then does the "just standing there" stunt again in mid-aisle. I pass by him to head to the chocolate section to select some of my usual vice and Kid Fuckwit starts tailing me again, moving in closer. I take off and head to the check out. Presumably the Psychopaths didn't want to make Kid Fuckwit (gangstalker) look any more stupid by pretending he had money to pay for his groceries

-chasing me with HD motorcycle noise everytime I exited or entered my vehicle or place today.  A low key day off, and sunny weather to boot, and I only went out to the laundromate (2 visits), and that was it.

-why do the Psychopaths need to crack three of my four touch screen devices in the last three months? The assholes cracked the S5 phone I had for 8 years earlier in the year. The 10Note replacement got cracked within two weeks of owning it. The AK digital music player of four years got its screen cracked last year and its replacement got its screen cracked within a week of owning it. Just leave my fucking stuff alone assholes.

-beam type point sources of pain in my feet again, as if a pain beam is passing through. The Psychopaths will nail me in a toe, and I then move my foot and toe and press the latter in my knee for example, and I can defeat the pain for a minute or so until they can isolate my toe again (I assume). They put a pain in my L arch through my boot at work a few days ago. As always, moving my feet around solves the issue temporarily.

-Sat. Chasing me with HD motorcycle noise every time I exited or entered my vehicle or place today.  A low key day off, and sunny weather to boot, and I only went out to the laundromat (2 visits), and that was it.

-the first 0700h start working day was three days ago, and the Psychopaths went berserk with extra fuckery and harassment in preparing breakfast and getting my lunch together for the day's work. I make the same breakfast every morning, and seemingly, all because it was an hour early, they wanted to enrage me, which they did. You know, "normal harassment" things going wrong with exceptional frequency; extra spills and objects just dropping from my hand, "forgets" of routine habitsI do every morning etc. When they put 5-10 of these fuckery events together inside of 5 minutes, one knows one is getting worked over. And given that the Psychopaths seem to have an inordinate interest in the timing of what I do with respect to the sun position, and presumably sidereal time, I should not of been surprised.

-blasting noise through my new noise cancelling headphones, especially that effing HD motorcycle noise which I loathe with a passion. Given the noise cancelling headphones are an electronic device with batteries inside them and switches to activate certain functions, this means escalated electronic fuckery over the passive (normal) type headphones. That I had to reboot them about 6x at least four mornings in succession suggests someone was hard at their fuckery job. Then said headphones work fine for a week (so far).

-fuckery over wearing headphones is endless; they just slide off, the cord gets caught up every which impossible way there can be, the DAP player just won't work suddenly, and both the old DAP, and the new DAP (as of today) seem to have a malfunctioning Pause/Start button. Funny how that "happens". Only opening up the touch screen to touch the same functioning feature invokes the Pause.

Enough invective plus a little TI harassment news to call this one a posting.
 

Splitting Wood

09-09-2019
I am doing some on-off labor for a person who has a viticulture services business. He is keeping me somewhat busy on his personal property, an acreage, where he is putting in vines. Like any farm, hobby or bigger, there is no end of things to deal with, and today I was splitting firewood rounds for him. Not the old fashioned way with a maul, wedges and sledges thankfully, but with a rented hydraulic powered wood splitter. What a treat to use, and lo..., if the perps didn't exercise their fuckery whenever I use a new tool, machine or device, or software. A single hydraulic lever, forward and back, and only when I applied force on the lever. Sure enough they had me send it forward when I wanted it to go in the opposite direction, and vice versa, their usual tool operation fuckery, that even extends to operating a light switch or any other off-on binary switch. Though nothing major and no dangerous events. A reprieve of a kind.

The Psychopaths have long had an interest in me being around wood, and I suppose being a forester served their agenda in that respect too. And what is it about wood and all its properties that so interests the perps about, yet another plant material, even if it isn't alive. This is speculative of course, but it must be they they channel some kind of energy such that they grow tall and vertical, and presumably have some kind of signature retention of that energy. Otherwise, it would be easier for the trees to grow along the ground, which of course they don't.

Due to my extra wood splitting tasks, I was later than planned for yoga, and the "usual" crush of unusually prompt yogis erupted in this circumstance, displacing me from my regular location on the opposite side of the room from the entry door. At least 16 there, of which five dudes, three of whom who seem to "need" to remove their shirts. An absurd eruption of decorum in my view, one of them being a particularly languid and flabby specimen and seeming having never been to yoga before, anywhere, not just this class. So if you are a flabby and untanned middle aged male and haven't been to yoga before, or at least this studio, would you really go shirtless? I think not, unless you are instructed to do so.

(And if you think I am being overly analytical about attendance of the other yogis, there was a class about four years ago, when at class end, the male instructor thanked everyone for coming, and then added, "especially those who came on short notice". Like WTF; who gets notice to come to yoga, especially many, not just one person. Talk about a gimme as to orchestrated yoga class attendance.)

 As "usual" about five or so yogis I had seen before, and the rest came from I don't know where in this long running TI Victim Tour called yoga class. One of the quasi-regulars is this young blonde woman, about 160lb I reckon, just getting a little extra weight on her but nothing disgusting. She is big for sure, and almost my height, and she had a bikini top on to reveal a bare midriff. And what was more attractive is that she has no tattoos, none. In past classes she "happened" (at least 4x, the only times that she has come to class), to set up beside me on my R side at the next mat. So today, while I was barrelling in later than when I wanted, but before class start, she "happened" to precede me and set her mat down and with the room near packed (at 1720h for a 1730h start), I set my mat up beside her near the entry door. This would be the first time (of about five times) where the sequence of our arrivals was reversed. And furthermore, I was forced to place my mat near the only entry door as this location becomes a big cluster fuck every class.

I don't know this woman at all, and she scoots out quickly when class is over, but during class she seemed so annoyed/pissed, though not at anyone or anything that I could detect. Doesn't one go to yoga class to enjoy it to some extent?

I wasn't kept tattoo-view free in yoga though, in keeping with this particular odious trait of the Pscyhopaths to show me this Unfavored feature; one of the shirtless dudes in my usual mat location had a major fugly tattoo run down his L arm that was facing me. Well done; bring in a new shirtless yogi dude with a tats down his L arm who somehow "finds" my usual mat location (90% of my visits), just so I can see them from the other side of the room, a location that I have studiously avoided placing my mat. Having the regular blonde babe beside me in the same orientation (on my R side) fits the long running Psychopathic stalking pattern of placing the babe, (blonde is even more Favored), close by and having the Unfavored (unsightly) Fuckwit tattoo-splattered dude further away (10' past the blonde in this case), as if she was some kind of distant-dependent elicitation of auric goodness/gorgeousness (Favorable image) that needed to be compared to the more distant Fugly Fuckwit (decidedly Unfavored on two accounts). Go figure; this particular stalking vignette has been so incredibly consistent, the stalking stunt of a close-by blonde and further away male Fuckwit.

It did not escape my attention that after I arrived, still 10 minutes before class start, there were a few more yogis coming in, about two or so, one being the above mentioned dude with the fugly tattoos. He asked me if he could sit in front of me, and I said sure, or the other end of the instructor's mate, and he took the latter option. And lo, if some of the other mat dwellers didn't then proceed to shuffle their mats and make room for him, which as mentioned above, is my usual mat location. How is it that nobody does me these favors, the few times I come late? I get it, in fact I got it long ago; I am the pariah, either recognizably so by some means, for possibly have been instructed about with all other attendees as orchestrated shills, possibly having a prior rehearsal as it seemed by way of one instructor's verbal slip a while back. Why does this shit go on and on in such predictable patterns?   

09-11-2019
Another MS Windows upgrade, and another take-out (or crash if you prefer) of my audio functionality. I checked the Event Log, and yes, there was a security patch update today. That is, nothing at the operating system level, so what gives? I think we are getting close to 15 occurrences of this event this year, and the year isn't done yet. Sometimes the Psychopaths mimic this problem by causing a momentary (or longer) power outage which resets the external amplifier to zero and fakes me out for a time (minutes to days) until I discover that it isn't the PC itself. Funny how they like to create a regular problem (Windows updates killing the audio) and then arrange to have the same problem caused by another means (though only two of the power outage causes this year). Go figure.

I went swimming for exercise last night, the first time in 20 years, as I never found the right swim club when I moved to Seattle in 1999. It went well, though only for 30 minutes as there was no coach. Only two other swimmers, both friendly enough. The usual locker room coincidence, even if hardly anyone there, where someone "happens" to be using the locker next to mine. Tiresome to say the least.

And all day ear ringing, especially in my R ear which still seems to have water in it. I have never, ever, in 15 years of club swimming (3x/week) had water-in-the ear issues that went longer than the same day. And now, a whole fucking day of extra loud ear ringing, slightly impaired (or different) hearing, and the sensation of something in my ear. I tried at least 4x with Q-tips, alcohol, head shaking and the rest of it, all to no avail. Another never-before stunt that just "happens" to erupt after not having done a fitness swim in 20 years. Well done assholes. Nothing like exploiting a new event, or at least, one that hasn't been undertaken in a long time, in the minds of the Psychopaths.
 
09-11-2019
Another arranged coincidence to maximize my infuriation and inconvenience. I applied for a winery labor job last Friday, five days ago, and I had plenty of experience to at least get considered IMHO. That the job posting had just been extended by a month a few days earlier was a possible tip-off that they were still looking for someone. On the following Monday I had a day job, which would of been a likely day for a response to my job application. And lo, if I didn't "somehow" forget (read, forced "forget") to take my cell phone with me that day for work. As I was heading out the door, I sighted the phone, but put on my work vest as it has the pockets to put the phone in. And somehow in this intervening interval of 15 seconds or so, I "somehow" forgot to put the phone in the vest pocket. This is a new level of unbelievable of micro-managed neural intrusion. I have never, ever, had such an incidence of such goldfish memory. And yet the assholes pulled this in the most deliberate fashion. Their usual strategy to fuck with me like this is to create some issues, e.g., being late, and frazz the shit out of me and use this as the nominal reason for "forgetting" something that was so plainly obvious.

And in keeping with this forced "forget" stunt of not taking my cell phone to work, they nearly always have someone phone me while the phone sits unattended at my residence, who then gets voice mail, leaving a message, all to force protracted contact (if at all) with the person who left the message. That is, to cause rounds of phone tag, usually going on for days, (often over a weekend, like this instance) before an actual real-time phone conversation occurs. Sure enough, the prospective employer phones on Monday and leaves a message, name and phone number. I phone early the next day and no answer, so I leave a message. As it "happened" I was working only 500m from this same prospective employer, and I stopped by there after work, explained my phone tag problem to the polite tasting room person who phoned for the same person, but again, he wasn't answering his phone. Now two days after the person called, still no response.

Like WTF; what is the fucking point of jerking my ass around as to when I carry my phone on my person just so I miss a call on a day when it was totally expectable? I get 2-4 calls a week at best, and this would of been an expected call on this day, and it just so "happens" I get nailed with a severe and never-before case of goldfish memory neural intrusion just to fuck up this whole episode and protract real time contact. (Yet to be fulfilled). Which is what they have done repeatedly all my existence. That I am pissed is an understatement, and it being so obvious makes it worse.

And in case you think I am prone to phone-forgetting, I am not. Sure, maybe twice per work season/year, and this is the first instance this year (as I recall). So here I am, waiting for an important call on this very day, and I get nailed with a "forget" just so I miss the call. Thanks a bunch assholes.

Other related games of forced phone-tag (or delayed contact initiation) is for them to mess with my phone so it rings off just when I grasp it, not touching any of the highly inconveniently placed buttons or touch screen in the process. Another is to find that I had a call with no ringing, just a message some hours later.  Also dropping the phone (forced fumbling) just as I am picking it up is another one of their stunts, which suddenly rings off. I have no concept why a multi-billion dollar budgeted human harassment and nonconsensual experimentation agency has a need to fuck with me over answering a phone, but they have been absolutely relentless and consistent about this ever since they intruded and went berserk/overt in 04-2002.

09-12-2019
Well, it seems that my above analysis of my extended water-in-the-ear was incorrect. The sensation of ringing and something in my R ear continued all day today, along with an  elevation of body temperature. So.... the bastards gave me an ear infection, again playing fake-out, and having me think it was one condition, when it was another. I have never had an ear infection before, so forgive me in thinking it was a regular post-swimming outcome. I hope the infection subsides and I don't need to do a round of antibiotics, another perp interest that I have come to learn. Add that one to the list of Never-Befores, because in some 13 years of fitness swimming, 3x/week, I have never had an ear infection. I go once after an absence from swimming, and what "happens"? I get an ear infection from my first visit. Well done assholes.

Putting in vineyard trellis posts today; the holes were dug by a machine thankfully, as the ground is hard and full of rocks. It was my job to use the level and ensure that the posts were plumb and aligned and then I filled and packed the hole, keeping the post still plumb. All was good, and only one ornery post just wouldn't go plumb.

The above mentioned prospective job interest turned out to be a big nothing; the winery doesn't need any more staff. Well, it seemed they did four days ago, but the next business day after, they didn't. Expect me to believe that given the number of fake-outs, futility missions and related fuckery I have been through these past 17 years of this relentless abuse-athon? And I do find it interesting, this case being one, where "no prior experience needed" is stated in the posting, and I have plenty of experience and I don't even get an interview. Or even an expression of future interest, say, "how about you come by so we can talk about vineyard (not winery) work for 01-2020?" Nope; that shit never happens, and it doesn't matter how starved the winery and grape growing industry is of competent and loyal workers, they either don't think 4 months ahead, or else someone is jerking their chain IMHO. I suspect it is the latter, as they indicated in the ad that there may be future employment in the new year after the harvest is done, end of 10-2019. So much for that.

09-13-2019
Another round of job prospect fuckery made itself plain this morning. I get a text from somebody I didn't know from my former employer on the construction site last year. The job finished up back in 12-2019, but a second renovation phase of the extant building was begun this year. I asked around with former co-workers, if the company gets the job, and if they need a laborer, give me a call. Nada. And today, by way of inadvertent text message I learn that my pissy Russian co-worker got the job. Nice, huh? (For the record, I did reply to the inadvertent text to ensure they sent it to wrong person, and didn't get the name wrong). Not even an interview for crissakes.

Onto the doctor today to get my R ear looked at; a 30 minute wait in the office, not so bad as these walk-in clinics go and no major freak show specimens (Unfavoreds) in the waiting area. He flushed my ear with lots of warm water, but nothing came out. So.... yet more antibiotics, which just pisses me off no end. The Psychopaths have been exploiting their use as a reason to create other (embarrassing) problems, and I was sincerely hoping that I was done with this act, as the the last three years I have been least 3x/year. And lo, just when the side-effects clear up, why, another fucking round of antibiotics. Lets see; I have had antibiotics in me, on my skin, on my R big toe, in my eye, and now in my ear. Aren't we done this one yet?

The MS-Magicware was enacted earlier, and lo, if the audio wasn't working again, all day. But, in the evening, after returning from the grocery store, (and a busy gangstalking time it was, with one Fuckwit on multiple staring passes), I come home to put on some movie streaming, and lo, if MS didn't pull another install and killed the audio. Call it another one of those senseless and relentless perp dashed expectations stunts, one of the many forms of the managed and intensified adversity that suddenly erupted 04-2002 and hasn't let up.

I saw an interesting construction job advertised about three days ago. And just like last week, "somehow" I didn't pull it together and get a resume and response off until late this afternoon (Friday). Which is the identical timing and circumstance of responding the above mentioned winery harvest job. So what is the point of the assholes running interference so that they delay my job ad responses so they "hang" over the weekend? This is a specific example, but they pull this shit all the time, or else flat out block me altogether, or else pull the ad prematurely. I don't get it; why does some insane organization who I don't know, need to run interference, or otherwise delay, just about every plan or intention I ever make? And if it has suddenly intensified since 04-2002 when they first went berserk/overt, then it isn't ADD in the least.

09-15-2019
A landscape job with the owner of a vineyard, and my former employer, yesterday. Some light rain, enough for us to put things under cover and get rain jackets on and then it backed off. I cannot possibly estimate the number of these inconvenient-but-short weather changes  that force these temporary changes in clothing (as in putting on rain gear), but I reckon that these have tripled since the onset of this abuse-athon in 04-2002.

It was a roundelay of tasks yesterday; landscaping, then loading the pickup truck with it and additional garbage, then lopping off overhanging branches over the driveway, debris removing with the leaf blower, cutting a weed stump with a chainsaw and then applying herbicide, re-organizing the pickup load and then taking the truck to the landfill and doing a tour of the differing dump piles; glass and cardboard recycle, metals, vegetation piles and finally the refuse. As regular readers will know, this was quite a whirlwind tour of all Psychpath/Perp favorite tasks and activities; and especially the landfilll. They just cannot get enough of me visiting landfills and traversing and dumping in the various piles. Don't ask why, as I don't know.

The vegetative material has long been a gangstalking prop from the get go though, starting in 04-2002 even. The sudden predominance of landscaping vehicles packing vegetative matter such as lawn clippings, shrub cutting etc. didn't go unnoticed then, and they are still at it. And having me work in farm and vineyards these past 11 years likely serves the same purpose, though I don't know what.

Rain all day today, which is very unusual, and that kept me from going hiking. I later went to Oliver to pick up 4lb of basil for pesto making, and the vehicular gangstalking scene seemed rather heavy for that time. Nothing dangerous or outrageous thankfully.

Enough for a posting I reckon and to call this one done.

Phone Follies

09-07-2017
That should be phone sabotage, many times over. The so-called smart phone went off network by itself for two days, so by then I figured it might not be the network (has happened; an unannounced unilateral network "upgrade"), but the phone. So I took it into the shop and the woman pulled the battery and SIM card, and lo it worked. Of course (sort of) I was backed up with two messages and a saved call, but had more shopping to do, so the phone was pinging all the time. Finally at home, I get to it, and the perps now launched some kind of pop-up screen every keystroke, so I don't know what the fuck is going wrong. That episode was worth screaming at the assholes at least 5x; taking my phone out for two days and then sabotaging me getting to my messages and access to the keyboard. I just about flung the phone onto the hard floor. I am so pissed with how much touch screens invite perp sabotage. I have used computers for over 40 years, and smart phones are absolutely ergonomic hell (Androids at least). They make Windows seem like a piece of cake. I was perfectly fine keyboarding my term papers on a mainframe based word processor in 1978. Thank goodness I haven't attempted such on a smart phone.

So what is the point of obstructing my phone calls and texts by a network access problem, and then pulling the same shit by way of fucking the user interface when the first problem is fixed? Just more fucking abuse heaped on the first round of abuse, and that is straight out of the perp playbook; get the victim while down, better yet, when just getting up.

09-08-2017
Another day of smokey skies, visibility of 3km at most. Even the water bombers are grounded for crissakes. We are now at 71 days of no rain, the previous record was 44. Thunderstorms and some showers are expected this weekend, but it is very possible that could start new forest fires. We shall see, but it is much less angst than waiting for Hurricane Irma to hit Florida, as is forecast. That is a whole lot more weather, or like adversity, than we can expect here. I saw on the news that the Columbia Gorge was shut down; that is simply astounding wildfire activity in extent.

De-leafing vines all day today in the vineyard; it seems perverse to be doing this now, as other vineyards will start in early July. We will be picking in 2-4 weeks. However, it keeps me employed for now; anything in September or later in the vineyard laboring business is a bonus.

What was with the gangstalking shit show when I went to the laundromat, then downtown to the bank, and then to the grocery store? They even had a pretty miss with an armful of tattoos arrive in the laundromat, who then gave me a stare. Nice blue eyes, but I could not imagine lying next to her tattoo-ed arm for long (more than 2 seconds) without looking elsewhere. Then she followed me in her pink Jeep halfway to the bank. Then I was covered in the bank parking lot, then intense vehicle trains on the way to the grocery store, and then clusterfuck intensity in the parking lot. Then the ambulatory dicks arrived to pretend to shop, corralling me at every move. And headlight pit lamping at every turn in the road. All over the fact that I went to the bank, got some cash, and spent some at the grocery store? Possibly, as the perps are totally nuts over financial transactions, wallet contents, bill colors etc.

Last night's phone sabotage somehow self corrected itself; the pop up window disappeared after a reboot, but even attempting a reboot was obstructed for many tries. More phone action erupted later when my local fickle friend started texting at 2300h.

09-09-2017
Saturday, and an early trip to the gangstalk show, the farmer's market. Now post-Labor Day, and the crowds have thinned out. But still, the dithering dipshits that step in my way, or wander in my path ahead of me, is considerably out of proportion to the pre-04-2002 days, before all this harassment and abuse rained down on me, and hasn't let up. (That is, any public events, anywhere). And of course, the split-couple gangstalk move, where they split apart and so timed to force me to wander between them. Of note was an elderly couple who "happened" to be wandering 8' apart, putting on the ditz as if they didn't notice, a long established perp gangstalking countenance.

Then onto getting ready for work, as there are 5 rows to finish de-leafing on this particular block, and making my lunch. All that takes 20 minutes or so, and lo, by the time I had my boots on and stepped out the door, why, it was raining. "Well done" is my usual refrain to commend the perps on a particular inconvenient coincidence. So I am all dressed up, and have no where to go. That is, dressed for vineyard laboring work; in my usual lycra mid-thigh shorts and long sleeved stretchy shirt that wicks away moisture. Which is of course, another perp stunt, though less frequent; lets have the victim get ready for work but force him to stay at home. And better yet, after he has packed a  lunch, lets have him eat said lunch at his residence, instead of at the vineyard (or in his vehicle). And yes, this pattern of shifting my food consumption, and juxtaposing a packed lunch to then later eat at home is also part of this endless game of changing combinations, permutations, locations and (spatial) juxtapositions is nothing new. Of course all this is now intensified as of 04-2002, where before, I was a naive victim/target/subject and they had to keep their games within the bounds of the conventional normal.

I made a sortie to take the glass to the recycle depot, and it became a holy vehicular gangstalking show. Every corner was beset with extra traffic making turns and headlights aimed at me. The perps are getting more on the rag in the last few days; swarming me more often and more obviously, and pit-lamping me at the same time.

After that, I went to the specialty grocery store, and lo, that wretched woman staff/stalker was there again, this time as a cashier. She was in the middle of doing a "head dip", that is, bending over with her head facing me. (Akin to bowing I suppose, though 10' away). Then she lifts her torso up, facing me, and says "hello" for the first time ever, and I reply in kind. Just what is it about this every persistent staff-stalker who is there 90% of the time, unlike any other staff in the store? And after being hounded by shopper stalkers, I go the checkout where the staff/stalker woman is still there, and lo, if they don't put another cashier on to cross behind her, back and forth, most notable for her prominent breasts projecting from her too tight sweater.  I don't think they have done the darling babe cashier at this particular store in the five years I have shopped there, but they have certainly backed off on the young one they had. And they got rid of the fugly negro woman with dreadful dreads after six months last year. In general (all stores), just what is it about financial transactions and placement of these fugly folks (most often) as checkout cashiers (save the infrequent babe) in all their variety that is just so important to the perps? They put on a few more males as cashiers now, maybe 10% of the time.

I have come to the conclusion that these very persistent staff stalkers, another at the first vineyard I worked at this year, have some kind of similar biophysical properties that the perps want correlate with, and hence, have them constantly on my ass.

09-10-2017
Sunday, and the weather cooperated for a warm day, with high cloud, and no smoke. Yesterday's rain lasted a whole 20 minutes, timed to re-direct me to be doing other activities, and not working in the vineyard. Today, I finished in the early afternoon, and from what I can surmise from the boss man, it was the last of my regular vineyard work for 2017. (And I was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, when I loafed around at home). Perhaps some spot work at harvest time.

And my landlord and landlady have taken off for a week, just before I arrived back from the vineyard job. Most curious that timing; if I am sitting around all this coming week, then it is most odd they had to vacate their premises. I am to deal with the mail and put it inside their place and check around to make sure all is OK as part of the deal. It just that I find the timing most peculiar; as I finish up vineyard work and hang around the property, they depart, and I will be entering their house once per weekday to deal with their request. (I live in a wholly separate carriage house on the same lot as the landlord's house). Funny how that happens, these entrances and exits, like a play, perhaps even a farce.